One Day in the Woods
by H.P. Porncraft

copyright 2007 by H.P. Porncraft, all rights reserved

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depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are
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Her own simple curiosity at the sounds of raised voices
drifting out of the woods would have drawn her anyway, but
as she began to make out individual sounds, one was an
obviously angry female adult and the other an unhappy boyish
one, she was drawn like a magnet further from the creek she
had been skirting towards the edge of the forest. Her
excitement increased geometrically  as she began to actually
make out what the voices were saying and now she was
hurrying as she followed their irresistible pull.

"No Auntie! NO! Take me into the house. Please. Someone is
going to SEE Me! Someone is going to SEE!" went a very
shrill and anxious voice obviously belonging to a very
unhappy little boy, followed by a sharp crack and an also
equally obviously furious adult's loud and angry response.

"I WARNED you, OVER AND OVER AGAIN and OVER AND OVER AGAIN,
what was going to happen to you if I caught you playing in
that creek just ONE more time. Well Now, here we are, and
here I am having to drag you out of that smelly, snake
infested creek AGAIN.

"NO! AUNTIE PLEASE! I promise I'll never go near it again.."

" ..I TOLD you, if this ever happened again exactly what
would happen, damnit.

Your mother may have allowed this sort of behavior, but
you're with ME now. And I WARNED you, that without fail, if
I caught you again, then the NEXT time  your clothes were
going to be coming off, and you would be going over my lap
for a LOONG HARD Spanking on your little shiny pink bottom.
Well Mister, by the time I'm finally through with THIS
little bare behind, instead of a redfaced little boy
wiggling in his birthday suit over my lap, there's going to
be one VERY unhappy naked baby bawling his eyes out over one
VERY warm little red bottom."

 That confirmed it. By now, the little girl with the blond
pig tails didn't just suspect, she KNEW what was going on,
and what she would be missing if she didn't get over there
in a hurry.

Although she knew she mustn't on any account let them see
her spying, she was by now almost frantic with her childish
excitement; almost skipping in her haste not to miss the
show as she suddenly and unexpectedly burst into the
clearing, in her urgency almost stumbling right onto the
back porch itself, settled against a house previously
concealed by trees and settled right on the very edge of the
forest line.

 For a long moment She simply stared, wide eyed with
amazement, almost not believing what she was actually seeing
with her own eyes.

  Right there in front of her there was seated a tight
lipped seated woman already firmly grasping a very red faced
little boy, a very NAKED little boy, one without a stitch of
his clothes on, still struggling nakedly but helplessly to
escape as he wiggled and squirmed, held face down over her
lap.

  She held him tucked close to her and already had one bare
arm pinned behind his back, she was obviously already
holding him snuggly in place. It was also obvious that
during their wrestling match that her long dress had ridden
high from his energetic but futile struggles. So high that
he now rubbed firmly but uselessly against her also bare
legs. 

  But No. He wasn't quite naked as a jaybird, at least not
yet. She noticed with involuntary amusement that the little
boy was still wearing both shoes and socks, if nothing else.

  To the little girl's delight, and Humorously enough, this
Somehow actually made him  seem to appear even more naked
than he already was. Delighted, she saw one very bare pink
bottom still busily struggling, bottom cheeks rudely parted,
even as the trapped and bared little heiny was being firmly
held hiked up over the woman's raised knee so that it seemed
to be truly begging for a good spanking, it seemed to be
shaping up to be what the little girl thought was going to
be a truly awesome spanking, and one that was very imminent
indeed.

Snapping to the sudden realization that she was less than 15
feet away, indeed was even still on the porch, with a small
gasp she tensed for a sudden dash to escape back into the
forest, but just then the woman looked up, and noticing that
she had suddenly gained a new rapt and wide eyed observer,
she thought quickly, before just as quickly speaking to
someone(she hoped) who would shortly become a new found
friend. She really DID need to give the little boy the very
most intense and embarrassing spanking she possibly could,
now, one he wouldn't forget for a long time, and she quickly
decided she really would rather have a cheerful young
coconspirator than be having it spread all over the
neighborhood to the other parents. So she planned her almost
overly friendly and deliberately, even ridiculously cheerful
words very carefully, along with a friendly but still
somehow devilish grin that stopped the little girl long
enough to pause her right in her tracks.

 "Oh hello there little girl, I didn't see you. -Now wait,
Please don't run away. I'm sorry you're having to see this,
but this is one very stubborn little naked boy. Believe me I
really have already tried everything else. But he is just SO
stubborn that I'm afraid the only way to train him to mind
is by giving his little bare bottom a very long and hard
spanking and it just can't wait any longer, not even not
even to take him in the house.

The anxious girl still wanted to flee but the friendly if
rapid fire spiel had paused her, enough so that by now she
wasn't really thinking and the questions now just seemed to
pop out.

"Does he really have to have be spanked?" "I'm afraid having
a red bottom's just the only way that will work, and if he
keeps on eventually he's going to get snake bitten you
know." "but why is he naked?"

"Oh It helps him to remember longer if he knows his clothes
are coming off and he knows he's going to be showing off a
red bottom for the rest of the day."

(This almost earned a giggle, and did get a small grin)

"You may not want to have to stay and see this, that's
perfectly ok, but of course you really and truly are more
than welcome to stay and watch him get his spanking if you
want to, in fact, you'll actually even be doing him a favor,
it will help him to remember his spanking a lot longer."

But even with this friendly disclaimer, still she could
sense the little girl  gearing up to run, so coyly she then
added, noting the increasing interest..

"In fact I bet you've never  seen any body else have to have
THEIR rear spanked, have you?"(the slightest of reluctant
headshakes)

 Her big smile now grew even warmer and more friendly,
despite the initial misgivings, the woman could sense that
the little girl was responding. Chuckling silently, she
thought to herself, So young, but I'm just sure she's a
spanko too, even though she's too young even to realize it
yet.

"And in fact I'll even bet that you surely haven't seen a
little boy who had to have his clothes come off so he could
have his bottom paddled."



 The quiet but attentive girl was now returning a small but
definite conspiratorial grin; in fact, unlikely as she knew
it was, she had once in fact actually tried to imagine being
trapped in just such an awful,embarrassing  situation
herself, spending hours shivering with the pretend
embarrassment, her fantasy a humiliation so total it was
unbearable, yet nevertheless thrilling at the very thought
of being forced to endure her terrible ignominy anyway.

But The little boy with the bright red face was also angrily
watching this bit of interplay he found so uncomfortably
embarrassing, almost in a state of shock. He was usually a
very modest little boy, but to his horror and chagrin his
angry Aunt with her awful and unsuspected talent had already
skillfully gotten virtually every stitch of his clothing off
him so quickly that before he had even quite realized what
was happening she had already reduced him almost to his
birthday suit.



He was in fact stunned at how suddenly he had found himself
trapped in one of the most awful childhood predicaments
imaginable; initially he had been not only tongue tied with 
utter embarrassment, but speechless as well from the sheer
outrage of the awful situation he found himself trapped in.
It was the little girl's big grin that had suddenly allowed
him to find his voice, now transferring his furious efforts
from his aunt to the smiling little girl, who with his
grimly smiling aunt's complete approval, was now, despite
all of his fury, totally ignoring him as he angrily screamed
and yelled at the top of his lungs.. 

 "you GO HOME! YOU GO HOME RIGHT NOW! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU!"

But even this last ditch frantic outburst was suddenly cut
off  by a  familiar loud sharp SWAT! followed by the
inevitable pause, as she let the heat that was beginning to
build on her nephew's bared backside continue to increase a
bit before another pause then ...SWAT! ...SWAT!

  "you've already earned yourself a long, hard spanking for
your bare bottom (SWAT!...SWAT!) for playing in the
creek,...SWAT! but I guess afterwards...SWAT! I'm Going to
have to...SWAT! give your bottom another good spanking after
that for your rudeness to our guest too." SWAT!
...SWAT!...SWAT!

"No! No! PLEASE DON'T SPANK ME ANYMORE! I'm Sorry! I'm
Sorry!"

 This change of tone, in the very truest sense, came
straight from the heart of his bottom, for the mortified
little boy was gaining a desperate kind of sincerity as the
warm, horrid throbbing of his poor bared bottom was now
really starting to become uncomfortable, with an awful
stinging just kept getting worse and worse from the
unhurried but measured swats that were relentlessly causing
his poor bared bottom to burn hotter and hotter even as his
relentless aunt's hand went back forth, back and forth,
tirelessly going from left bottom cheek to right bottom
cheek, over and over again, the sharp crisp smacks
continuing to resound off his now seriously stinging bottom,
and which his very determined aunt, (despite all of his
increasingly frantic pleadings that he couldn't stand it
anymore), still woefully showed absolutely no signs of
stopping.

Already defeated, even if still defiant, the little boy had
quit struggling and now simply lay still in his seat of
shame, silently accepting each sharp crack of an open palm
as it went slapping  first against one stinging butt cheek
then the other, again and again, but even so, he was still
pouting sullenly and glaring murderously all the while at
the  little girl who was now almost openly grinning at his
obviously increasing bare bottomed distress.

Now feeling in complete control of the situation, the woman
continued with" So now that we're friends, why don't you
tell me your name, I can't just go around calling you
"little girl", now can I?" The child's prompt response to
this was more encouraging yet, though still
monosyllabic.(Annie)

"how old are you, Annie?" (7)

"well then Annie, this very stubborn and very naked little
boy whose bottom I'm going to  be wearing out in a minute is
Bobbie, and he's in the 4th grade, which is really much too
old to still having to be spanking him like a naughty two
year old, but that simply seems to be the only way to train
him(and if he doesn't straighten up its going to be for a
long time too, she added silently). 

To her nephew's great relief She had stopped the harsh
rhythmic slapping of his poor bottom(which was now really
beginning to sting badly) for the moment, but she was now,
even more embarrassingly, instead absently rubbing and
slowly kneading the little boys rear in what he found to be
the most casually rude and embarrassing fashion possible.
The boy's face and ears were now already beginning to burn
even more warmly from his increasing embarrassment,
something that he had already  imagined simply COULDN'T have
gotten any worse.

-Yet his insensitive aunt's warm slippery hand, casually
massaging his bottom in her usual uncaring fashion was
indeed rudely managing to do it.

In fact, the sheer uncaring rudeness of her warmly rubbing
hand was rapidly causing him an even more intense
embarrassment, which was causing the one thing he dreaded
"showing off" most of all. This was because, every since he
could remember, Despite all efforts to prevent it, any
embarrassment inevitably would cause an erection so intense
it was almost painful. And the greater the embarrassment the
more intense the erection.

In fact it was just this that had caused the slightly
uncomfortable and unwanted stiffness he had already noticed
from his swelling penis to swiftly develop into an almost
achingly stiff erection, one that was even now rubbing
maddeningly against his Aunt's bare legs and at times, even
more shockingly and rudely, his throbbing erection was being
gripped between her muscular thighs, even as they continued 
firmly rubbing against his almost painful stiffness. 

  Although still hidden from the little girl's eager view by
his helpless and oh so humiliating bottoms-up position, his
poor trapped penis was still almost painfully stiff and
continued its unwilling stimulation against her bare legs,
even as she deigned to ignore the throbbing hardon obviously
rubbing firmly against her, and, seemingly still oblivious,
she continued slowly rubbing hand lotion into the little
bared butt she held still trapped over her lap. In fact she
was now even subjecting him to the supreme indignity of
casually parting his tightly clenched bottom cheeks as she
began slowly and casually working a well lubricated and long
knobby finger up his futilely clenching backside. Deep.
Slowly working her well lubricated finger deeper and deeper
up the little boy's tug tugging bottom hole, slowly but
inexorably until, To his total humiliation, she eventually
managed to finally work her digging finger all the way up
his tiny and tightly resisting bottom hole, until he was
uncontrollably grinning and groaning with unwanted but
unavoidable helpless delight.

As much as he dreaded being stood up in front of the little
girl and having to show off a dick so throbbingly hard it
was actually rubbing against his belly, he was yet even more
humiliated by the very thought of being methodically spanked
and spanked over his merciless Aunt's lap as he cried and
pleaded and bawled like a baby, while swat after stinging
swat continued slapping his backside and his poor bottom
kept getting redder and redder. "Please don't spank me here,
please take me in the house. Then you can spank me all you
want, you can even spank me with the paddle"

But even with this there was a resigned hint of crying
hopelessness as he realized that he was indeed going to have
his poor bottom worn out right there over his aunts lap,
right there on the porch, and the smugly grinning little
girl was going to get to watch the whole awful thing, from
start to finish.

"Maybe now you're finally going to learn. Maybe being naked
as a jaybird while this little girl gets to watch you
getting a long hard spanking over my knee is what its going
to take."Auntie.."..SWAT!"I know I'm going to have a sore
hand, but mister, This time I'm NOT stopping until there's a
bawling baby wiggling on my lap, Now I think its time to
finish your spanking."

 The little boy's rear was already stinging so badly that he
was practically howling at the very thought of her open hand
again resuming its tireless slapping of his already
outrageously smarting bottom.



  "No! you cant spank me! you just can't. I'm too old for
you to spank like this! Not here. Not in front of HER!" But
The forlorn and outraged appeals suddenly broke off with a
now expected SWAT!.. "SWAT!...NOOO! NOOO! SWAT!... SWAT!
...you CANT! YOU CANT! ...SWAT! ...SWAT! ...SWAT! That
gradually trailed off into a loud continuous bawling of
WAAH! ...WAAH... WAAAH...

  -That is until finally even This hopeless bawling
gradually changed to an even louder and more desperate wail
as his persistent aunts open palm continued slapping over
and over again against his poor unbearably overheating bare
bottom, which was now really stinging insistently, more than
he could stand, but was still continuing to sting even yet
worse with every methodical slap, as an angry adult's open
swatted over and over again against his poor, now distinctly
red little bottom. At first rather fearful, the little girl
was now quite enjoying herself and the entire situation,
albeit in a somewhat odd fashion. 

  The woman still continued to occasionally look up to smile
encouragement at the little girl as she continued to attend
to the serious business of wearing the little boy's bottom
out, but the child was by now quite oblivious to her,
wrapped up in her own concentration with what she privately
thought of as "getting to watch a Deluxe Bare-Bottom
Spanking." 

Although she again deigned not to see it, the woman's own
smile became distinctly wider as she saw that the little
girl's hands had worked their way up past the vee of her
panties, and yes, that she had even worked her fingers under
the band of her panties and was even now dreamily and
unselfconsciously actually masturbating herself.(Yes indeed,
the woman thought to herself. Natural born spanko. Wonder if
she's a top or a bottom. Well, I guess she'll have plenty of
time to find out.)

Much, much later, In spite of her daze, the little girl
realized that poor bobbie had finally been taken, thanks to
an angry and persistent adult's open bottom warming hand
(kicking and screaming all the way) past some turning point.
With undeniable, although admittedly  bizarre talent His
skillful Aunt had managed to reduce his entire universe down
to just two things, his outrageously stinging bottom, and
the open hand that was even now still punishing his poor
bottom. In fact He no longer even seemed to be concerned
that anyone was watching, or even worse, was richly enjoying
his awful childish predicament. His only concern now seemed
to be directed entirely  to all the unwanted attention his
suffering bottom had received, and indeed was even now
continuing to receive with skillful and unceasing rhythmic
accuracy. But the little girl's enjoyment of the adult's
open hand methodically popping over and again a frantically
dancing little bare bottom, a bottom that was now getting
very red indeed, had long ago ceased, so long ago it was
only her pity now going out, even though the same adult hand
seemed determined to go on, alternating between slapping
left and right bottom cheek forever.

 "OH PLEASE! PLEASE!...SWAT! I'm SORRY,...SWAT!...SWAT! I'm
SORRY!...SWAT! I WON'T EVER EVER do it again...SWAT! I
PROMISE!...SWAT!JUST STOP! ...SWAT!...SWAT! STOP!PLEASE DONT
SPANK ME ANYMORE! ILL NEVER ...SWAT! EVER DO IT AGAIN! JUST
STOP!...SWAT!...SWAT!...SWAT!..WAAAH...SWAT!WAAAH...SWAT!...
WAAAH...SWAT!

The little girl was about to put her hands over her ears and
didn't think it was EVER going to stop when the little boy's
Aunt finally took pity. This was indeed a deluxe bare bottom
spanking, and one that almost blew the little girls mind and
was a thousand times more than she had ever imagined. Or
even COULD have imagined. Not only had the frightfully
talented aunt not only expertly spanked away every last
trace of defiance and childish pride, she had also indeed
skillfully reduced the woebegone little boy back to a
shamelessly bawling baby, crying his eyes out about the 
persistent unbearable stinging of his bright red bare
bottom, just as promised, and that even now was still so
effectively occupying every last bit of his attention, she
had indeed given such an intensely thorough bottom warming,
one that wouldn't be forgotten for a long, long time, even
though thanks to the skill with which the bottom warming was
given it probably wouldn't even be leaving the damage of a
bruise tomorrow.

But even then it still wasn't quite over. The thoroughness
of the little boys spanking had aroused the little girl's
pity, but the very sight of the rectal thermometer and the
subsequent temperature taking that followed proved to be
simply too much, as step by step, the thermometer was first
produced, then vaselined, then carefully inserted almost all
the way up an unhappy but uncomplaining  bottom, and was now
being held firmly in place, deep between a pair of stinging,
very red bottom cheeks of the shamelessly bawling but
unprotesting baby, now being held across the woman's lap for
ten whole minutes. This was more than she could stand, and
the little girl simply couldn't hold in the helpless
giggles.

Even though this was without doubt the most unbearably
extreme embarrassment of all, for the little naked boy, who
was now bawling quietly but hopelessly at the unfairness of
this treatment, with the offending thermometer tug tugging
away as it was held firmly in place by his Aunt's open
spread hand, as if she were holding a cigarette almost all
the way up his poor throbbing little bottom. Totally
defeated he lay quietly, enduring what was surely the
longest 10 minutes of his life as the thermometer continued
to throb warmly, silent and frantically fearing to make the
slightest hint of any complaint that might result in another
resumption of the crisp measured swats on his still
frantically stinging heiny.

The little girl's giggles at the final indignity of his
temperature taking was simply too much to stand though, and
he buried his face as the only away to escape the childish
mirth that was almost as painful as the spanking itself.

Looking up from the careful attention she had been giving to
her nephew's bright red bottom, she casually addressed the
tired but apparently happy little girl yet one more time.

"I'm sorry you had to see that but he needed it, and from
now on whenever you happen to be around and Bobbie's pulled
another of his shenanigans..". She now broke off and simply
gave the little girl a grin that was radiantly returned.

"Well, looks like poor bobbie's going to be having a very
sore red bottom for the rest of the day, and he's certainly
not going to be needing his clothes either, and his bottom
may be too sore to be much fun this way, but how would you
like a little naked playmate with a very red bottom for the
rest of the day? If he won't mind you and do exactly what
you tell him to, just come tell me and THIS time I'll spank
his bottom twice as long and twice as hard and  I'll use my
paddle instead of my hand.

Still not quite believing her good fortune, the little girl
nodded a silent but emphatic "YES!" "Well great, I'm glad
that's been settled." She then gave the little boy's
stinging bottom one last slap across both flaming bottom
cheeks, the hardest swat against his bottom yet, as she
started folding away the discarded clothes scattered about.  

"Ok mister, Now UP and MARCH, looks like Annie's going to
have a little naked boy with a very red bottom as her
playmate for the rest of the day"

Bobbie jerked up very straight and obviously wanted to start
crying again from the last slap that was so hard it actually
seemed to raise up his bottom up, yet he was still so
intimidated that he uttered not a word as he quickly stood
up, knowing how he was showing himself off. Even though the
mortified little naked boy hated doing it, he also knew his
Aunt really meant it. Of course, his earlier problem had
once again reasserted itself, so that when he had to stand
up, it was so hard it wasn't even pointing the way for him.
It was now so hard it was actually bobbing and rubbing
against his belly. It remained that way too for all the rest
of the way of his long walk over to the little girl. Her
eyes had gotten even wider when she noticed his condition
but even then she hadn't said anything, but had simply taken
the little naked boys hand as she walked her new playmate
into the woods. As she glanced over at him She also noticed
that it was true, you could indeed tell when a little boy
had just had his temperature taken in his bottom, and he did
have a funny walk. But that shouldn't have come as any
surprise, as a poor humbled bobbie DID still feel like there
was a thermometer still throbbing in his poor rear, the same
rectal thermometer that had been carefully slipped all the
way up his well greased and still outrageously stinging
little bright red bottom.