The footpath seemed to be deserted. I listened carefully for voices, a quick furtive glance each way convinced me I was completely alone. Turning to face the tall undergrowth by the side of the path, I slipped both thumbs into my waistband, and with some urgency slid my blue cotton shorts down to my knees. Grasping my little nine-year-old pee-pee between thumb and forefinger, it was with great relief that I was finally able to let the waters flow! I had needed to go real bad and sighed with great satisfaction as I started to hose the hedgerow with a small but powerful jet of urine.
" Hey! What do you think your doing you little runt!"
The voice stopped me in mid flow. I made a frantic grab for my shorts, pulling them up awkwardly so as to cover my embarrassment. Within seconds I wished I hadn't, as I felt an unmistakable warm damp patch quickly spread slowly across the front of my shorts. I looked down to see the remaining contents of my bladder seeping relentlessly through my shorts, down my leg and over my shoes.
"I asked you what you were doing boy!"
From a small gap in the hedgerow the owner of the voice appeared just a few feet from me. A tall skinny looking youth of around thirteen glared menacingly at me.
"He was pissing on our den Spud!" a different voice answered, "Lets bash him!"
Another, younger stockier boy had appeared behind me, cutting off any means of escape.
"I...... er...... umm..... needed to.... er..... pee....." I stuttered, not knowing quite what to do or say. I tried to cover the large stain on the front of my shorts. A slight smile spread across the taller boys face momentarily softening the boys expression. He had noticed what I was desperately trying to hide.
"Look Butch! The kids pissed himself"
Butch dissolved into hysterical laughter as Spud pulled my hands away and pointed at my sodden shorts.
"Pissed your pants baby! Do you need a nappy?" he chanted in between fits of laughter. "Let's teach him a lessonfor pissing himself!"
Spud had already thought of a plan.
"I know, naughty babies who wet themselves have to be spanked. This baby needs to be spanked"
"What, on the bottom? Enquired Butch dancing around excitedly.
"Yes!" confirmed Spud "Naughty babies have to be spanked on their bare bottoms!"
"No....please.... please don't do that!" I implored.
"Grab him!" ordered Spud "I was manhandled roughly through the gap in the hedge, into the shady copse beyond.
"Take your shirt off baby!"
I obeyed, helpless to resist the two older and stronger boys
"Now your shorts!"
Now even at nine years old, I wasn't about to suffer the embarrassment of revealing my rather insignificant genitals to two older boys. I hesitated, calculating my chances of escape, just long enough to receive a sharp stinging slap to the side of my face.
Realising the futility of any attempt at resistance or escape, I slipped my damp shorts to the floor and quickly covered myself with my hands
"Take them right off baby! .....and put your hands on your head"
I stepped out off the shorts and stood there completely naked save for my shoes. My little pee-pee stood straight out in front, not yet big enough to hang under its own weight, the site of which caused me great embarrassment and the two boys immense amusement.
"He really is a baby!" they laughed as I squirmed uncomfortably in utter humiliation. It was almost as if I could feel the object of their amusement getting even smaller under their gaze.
Spud stooped to pick up the shorts. Holding them by the waistband at arms length in mock disgust, he waved them in my face.
"Look at your shorts Baby!"
He thrust them into my face hard. I could smell and taste the salty urine.
"You need to be punished for pissing yourself, don't you Baby! You need to be spanked on your bare baby arse!
He slapped the wet shorts against my face. I could feel the first tears welling up.
He turned and seated himself on the trunk of a fallen tree.
"Get over my knee Baby!"
Grabbing a handful of my hair, Butch propelled me over to the waiting Spud and pushed me to the ground. Crawling on all fours I positioned myself awkwardly over his legs. He forced my head downwards so that my pale unprotected behind was pointing skywards.
I felt a rough hand feeling the curves of my bottom causing me to shudder at this violation, then without warning the hand rose quickly, landing a second later, full force on my rear. I let out a yelp of pain, surprise and indignation. My hand instinctively shot to my bum to protect myself.
"Hold him!" Shouted Spud. Strong hands pinned my arms back. I was completely helpless. The hand fell again, and again, and again. Stinging blows reined down continuously covering every inch of my buttocks. I yelped, screamed, kicked and squirmed trying to avoid the painful blows, but the more I squirmed the faster the blows came. As my legs flew high in the air I quickly lost both of my shoes. Butch urged his friend on to even greater exertion as the big hand flew faster and faster, harder and harder, then just as he began to tire and the blows lessened in ferocity Butch decided to take charge.
"My turn to spank the baby!......Here......hold his arms for me"
After a very brief respite I turned my head just in time to see one of my own discarded shoes descending rapidly towards my defenceless rear.
Thwack!!
I screamed in pain. My two captors shrieked with laughter.
Thwack!!.............. Thwack!!.............. Thwack!!.............. Thwack!!..............
"You won't piss your pants again in a hurry will you boy!"
Thwack!!.............. Thwack!!.............. Thwack!!.............. Thwack!!..............
"Wow!...... look at the colour of his arse!" The two boys briefly studied their handiwork.
Thwack!!.............. Thwack!!.............. Thwack!!.............. Thwack!!..............
"Feel the heat!" rough hands pinched, prodded and poked at my battered behind
Thwack!!.............. Thwack!!.............. Thwack!!.............. Thwack!!..............
Thwack!!.............. Thwack!!.............. Then, just as quickly as it had begun my terrible ordeal ended. Suddenly, over the top of the sounds of my thrashing, loud chattering voices could be heard close by on the footpath. I was quickly and unceremoniously dropped to the ground as my captors, fearing imminent discovery, decided it would be prudent to leave. I scrambled around on my hands and knees quickly collecting my shoes and clothes, then crouched, still stark naked in the bushes and watched as five walkers came slowly down the path. Waiting, just long enough to let the group pass by, I dressed as hurriedly as I could, petrified that the two boys would return at any moment. As soon as I dared, I darted back out onto the footpath and, still rubbing my red-hot butt, and ran as fast as I could back to the safety of my own home.
The bruises left on my behind lasted for weeks. I never saw Butch and Spud again, but needless to say I never dared to venture down that footpath again either.
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