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The following story is fiction about a girl spanking a youth in public.  The story contains a scene of a spanking.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  I was inspired to write this because a long time ago a little girl did chastise me for standing on the edge of the lily pond even though I was old enough to be her granddad.  Fortunately, she did not attack me as in this story.

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Red Roast Buns Display at the Botanic Garden


It was a glorious summer day and I was admiring the water lilies in the botanic garden.  I was standing on the rim of the pond raised a whole ​four inches​ (​ten cm​) above the pathway thinking about the giant ones that are ​ten feet​ (​three meters​) in diameter compared to these here that are only ​three feet​ (​a meter​) across.© YLeeCoyote

My concentration was interrupted by a high pitched voice.  I turned to see who it was and saw a girl, about nine or ten, and an older youth about fifteen.  She repeated “I said standing there is very dangerous.  You should step back from the edge.”

“Leave me alone.” I said managing to restrain my anger.

“Don’t be a naughty boy.  Step down or else.” she ordered.  I repeated my response.

The youth then chimed in.  “She means it and she knows how to deal with naughty boys.”  I chose to remain silent not needing any trouble while I noted that the youth sorta rub his butt.

The youth then pulled her saying “You can’t correct the entire world.  Let’s move on, please.”  He managed to get her away and I thought this strangeness was over and I returned to my private space full of giant water lilies.

I was very wrong.  They just circled the pond and soon came up on the other side of me.  Once again she immediately started to seriously chastise me.  She was better at it than my mother had ever been.  I was about to tell them to, er, buzz off when I felt immense pain so I gave a howl.  The monster, masquerading as a sweet little girl, had grabbed my ear with her talons and twisted.

“You are a very naughty boy who has earned a spanking.” she snapped with determination and anger in her voice.

Having grown very fond of my ear, I followed her over to the nearby backless bench where she sat down forcing me to bend over.  With her other hand she deafly yanked down my beltless shorts and then continuing to using my ear As a handle pulled me over her lap.  She put a leg over mine and I was locked into spanking position before I even realized it.

To say that I was flabbergasted would be an understatement to say the least.

Additionally, I was embarrassed like you wouldn’t believe because I was going commando as it was so hot so my bare butt was exposed in my most undignified position forced by this demon masquerading as a little girl.

Then to add injury to insult she started spanking me with her hand.  I felt it but it was not that hard so I could tolerate it easily.

I was yelling “STOP” and “Let me go!” but – surprise – she continued her vicious assault on my backside.

“Hand me his flip-flop.” she ordered and the youth obeyed.  Now armed, she continued the spanking with the pseudo rubber paddle.  There was a lot more pain now and it all was directed into my butt.  This pain I could not ignore and I was yelling.  Well, for a brief time until I was overcome by the spanking and shamefully broke down and sobbed at first.  Soon I was bawling like a snot nosed little brat. Eventually she stopped whacking me and pushed me to the ground.  I immediately commenced to rub my sore tail.

“Now be a good boy and stay off the edge of the ponds.” she ordered me.  Without a pause she then spoke to the youth “Bro, let’s go see the rose garden.”

“Yes, ma’am.” he dutifully replied as they went off.

As I struggled to pull my shorts up, I realized that there had been a drove of witnesses to my shameful experience.  One little boy asked “Why was that boy spanked, Sis?”

“Because he was a naughty boy.” she answered.

“What a pretty set of Red Roast Buns.” croaked some smart ass which got some applause.

It seemed like an eternity before I got my shorts up and found my flip-flops.  Then I high tailed out of there hearing laughter as I ran.  I got an ice cold soda and headed to the forest where I used it to cool my flaming hot tail.

I’m sure that I’ll never forget this visit to the botanic gardens.

The End

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