I Know What You Did

I Know What You Did
By Kylie

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Brandon read the note for the third time. "I know what you did! And so will others unless you do follow these directions exactly..." He crumpled the paper and stuck it in his pocket. How could anyone have found out? he thought. There was no way... but obviously some had. Someone knew his secret. And now he had to make a choice.

He weighed the risk of following the note's instructions against the risk of exposure of his most carefully guarded secret. Brandon had no choice – he had to find out who knew. He gathered the supplies he was ordered to and hid them under his bed. There was nothing more he could do until the next morning.

Summer vacations were supposed to be fun; not like this, Brandon thought when he woke up. The 12-year-old dressed in an old t-shirt and jeans – no point dressing up for what he had to do today. He reached under his bed and pulled out the can of lighter fluid and the book of matches, glanced at his alarm clock, and raced out of his house. He had only 45 minutes to get to the spot in the woods mentioned in the note. If he was late, or failed to comply precisely with the instructions, he might never learn the identity of his blackmailer.

Forty minutes later, Brandon stopped and caught his breath. He looked around the clearing and saw all the landmarks described in the note: the boulder, the sandpit, and the huge old tree with its big branches overhanging. He had made it on time; a few minutes early even. There was no one around but the instructions had been clear. He pulled the crumpled note from his pocket and unfolded it. He read it yet again. Why? he wondered. It made no sense. Still, he was here. He had to see it through. "Put ALL of your clothes in the sandpit," he read aloud. "All" was capitalized for emphasis, he realized. Brandon pulled off his sneakers and tossed then into the pit. No sense in untying the laces; he knew he wouldn't be putting them back on. He pulled off his socks and tossed them after his sneakers. He tugged his shirt over his head and flung it into the pit. He unbuckled his pants and stepped out of them. He rolled them into a ball and threw them into the hole. He looked around. There was still no sign of anyone. Yet he still felt embarrassed standing outdoors in his tighty whities. Brandon gulped. He stuck his thumbs into his waistband and yanked his underwear down to his ankles. A warm summer breeze tickled his balls as he stepped out of his underwear. He knelt and picked up the tighty whities and tossed them into the pit.

Brandon stood naked in the woods, staring down at his clothes in the pit. He read the note for the final time, crumpled it, and tossed it into the sandpit. He knew its contents by heart: "Pour lighter fluid on your clothes and set them on fire." He took the can and doused his clothes. Then he struck a match and dropped it. The fire spread quickly. Brandon watched in fascination as he clothes burned to ash. Soon the flames died out and only blackened ashes remained in the pit.

He recalled the rest of the note: "You'll find handcuffs dangling from a rope tied to a branch of the large tree a few feet from the sandpit. Put them on. Do not try to untie them." Brandon approached the tree and saw the glint of the dangling metal handcuffs. He reached up and could barely touch them. He realized that the only way he could put them on was to stand on his tippy-toes and raises his hands as high over his head as he could. He snapped one cuff around his wrist and then clicked the second cuff onto his other wrist.

Another breeze cooled Brandon's bared ass. He tugged on the rope but it held firm. He hung by his wrists, completely naked, from the tree branch. Brandon realized that ever inch of him -- from his bare feet to his nude butt to his exposed dick and balls -- was now on display to anyone who might stumble by the clearing. He tugged again but the rope was too well secured to the tree. The cuffs were solid and were not coming off until unlocked. But who had the key? What if the blackmailer didn't show up? And even if he did get free, somehow, how would he get home nude? He had burned his clothes. Now he was totally at the mercy of his unknown adversary.

Panic began to set in. What if he were trapped here all day? What if he was still hanging nude when night fell? "Help!" he screamed.

Emily Pearson stepped into the clearing. "Brandon! Was that you calling for help?"

Brandon blushed. Instinctively, he tried to cover his groin but the cuffs held firm, leaving him completely exposed. "Emily, uh, don't look."

The 12-year old girl approached him. "Why Brandon, are you shy?" She fingered the hanging boy's nipples. "What are you doing, um, hanging around like that?"

"I-I..." Brandon began. "Please don't look at me, Emily. I'm naked!"

"I can see that!" the girl replied. She ran her hand down the nude boy's side. "Where are your clothes?"

"I burned them," Brandon admitted.

"You burned your clothes?" Emily giggled. "So who tied you up like that?"

Brandon stared down at the ground shamefully. "No one. I did it myself."

"So you came to the woods, stripped naked, burned your clothes, and strung your little nude butt up to a tree?" she asked.

Brandon nodded.

Emily smiled. "At least you follow directions well." She laughed.

"Directions? How did you know I was following directions?"

Emily recited: "I know what you did! And so will others unless you do follow these directions exactly. Go to the clearing in the woods by the big boulder. Put ALL of your clothes in the sandpit. Pour lighter fluid on your clothes and set them on fire. You'll find handcuffs dangling from a rope tied to a branch of the large tree a few feet from the sandpit. Put them on. Do not try to untie them."

Brandon gasped. "You wrote the note!"

Emily grinned. "It worked pretty good, didn't it? You're completely nude, completely helpless, and..." she reached out and gave his balls a gentle squeeze, "completely at my mercy."

"Ow!" Brandon cried. "How did you find out my secret?"

"I didn't," Emily admitted. "Everyone has secrets. I assumed you had one too."

"Shit, it was all a bluff?"

Emily shrugged. "Look on the bright side. I'll find out your secret for real before the day is over." She dangled a small key. "As long as you do what I say – including revealing your secret – I won't throw this handcuff key into the woods. Deal?"

"You bitch!"

Emily made a fist and pretended to toss the key.

"All right, all right. You win. Deal."

Emily patted his backside. "Good boy."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Brandon asked.

"You even have to ask? Pool party? My new string bikini. Ring any bells?"

Brandon grimaced. He recalled the pool party two weeks earlier. Emily was showing off her new string bikini, displaying her budding breasts to the guys and the lesser developed girls. He only meant it as a prank, but Brandon couldn't help himself as he yanked the strings. One second Emily Pearson was standing poolside in her bikini and the next she was stark naked and Brandon was holding the tiny fabric hostage.

"You refused to give my bikini back unless I put my hands behind my head and counted to 100! You knew I couldn't walk home naked! You made me stand naked for five whole minutes and count to 100 like an idiot while everyone – boy and girl – got an eyeful. I was humiliated and I've been the butt of jokes ever since. Now it's your turn."

"All right, you got me good," Brandon admitted. "You've seen me naked for more than five minutes. Now let me go."

Emily shook her head. "You may be a little embarrassed but you're not humiliated. Yet." She grabbed his dick and stroked it. Uncontrollably, Brandon felt his dick shoot straight out. "Hold that pose." Emily pulled out her camera phone and snapped a shot of the nude boy strung helplessly by his wrists, sporting a boner. "I just want to add a note before I text this."

"What?" Brandon exclaimed in shock. "You took a picture of me... like this?"

Emily nodded. "It came out good too. Both your face and your boner are in focus."

"Omigod! Who are you sending that to?"

"Just all the girls in my address book. Only three dozen or so. Want to see what I wrote? 'Brandon is obviously excited and waiting for you. Meet us you know where.'" She grinned. "It'll be getting crowded here soon."

"Omigod! Please, no! You've got to let me free before they get here!"

"Let you free? Are you kidding? If you behave, I may unlock your cuffs before I go home. Otherwise, you'll be spending the night out here in the dark with all the creepy crawlies. Understand?"

Reluctantly, Brandon nodded.

"Now, we're going to make a video to send out to everyone to remind them that you're waiting so patiently. I'm going to tell you what to say, and then I'm going to turn on my camera and you're going to say it exactly, word for word. Refuse and..." Emily dangled the key. "I wonder if there are snakes here at night?"

"What do you want me to say?"

Emily smiled. "Say: 'Hi girls! I'm waiting for my spanking. Remember to bring a paddle, belt, hairbrush, or whatever you want to whip my sorry ass! Brandon's butt whipping starts now!'"

Brandon gulped. "Shit! I can't say that! They'll show up ready to turn my ass red."

"Now you're getting the idea. Here goes. I'm either filming you or this key vanishing." She turned on the camera.

Brandon swallowed hard. "Hi girls! I'm waiting for my spanking. Remember to bring a paddle, belt, hairbrush, or whatever you want to whip my sorry ass! Brandon's butt whipping starts now!"

"Perfect!" Emily exclaimed. "That should draw quite a crowd; once they finish laughing."

"Come on, Emily. Let me go!"

"Are you ready to tell me your big secret?"

Brandon hung silently.

"Thought so," Emily said. "Guess we wait then."

A short time later, girls began arriving at the clearing. The first thing they saw was Emily standing beside a nude Brandon hanging by his wrists from a tree.

"Omigod!" one girl cried. "I can't believe it! You really have Brandon stripped naked and strung up like a piece of meat!"

"Shit, you got him tied so good the poor boy can't even cover his goodies, ha ha," another said. "What did you do to his clothes?"

"I made him burn them," Emily replied.

"Damn, girl, you rule!" the first girl exclaimed,

"Hey, come on, I hear them over there," a voice called out. A half dozen more girls entered the clearing. The girls took turns running their hands all over the dangling boy's body; watching him squirm, unable to prevent them from fondling him. Soon there were more than two dozen girls gathered in the clearing. Most had brought cameras, and posed beside the helpless nude boy while their friends snapped photos.

Finally, Emily addressed the group. "I want everyone to gather in a big circle around Brandon and the tree. You'll each get two full minutes to use your toys on Brandon's butt. Did all of you remember to bring one?"

A cheer went up from the crowd as the girls raised hairbrushes, belts, paddles, and rulers in the air. One girl even took off her flip flop shoe and waved it above her head.

"The circle will rotate as each girl has her turn, so everyone will get to see Brandon from all angles, but there is no such thing as a bad view," Emily said. "Because he's hanging from a tree branch, some of you will see his butt turn red when it's smacked while others will get to see the priceless look on his face with each blow."

Brandon saw the girls pointing and whispering and he felt mortified at the prospect of every girl from the neighborhood and his school seeing him completely nude. "Please, Emily! Let me go!" he begged. Emily leaned in and whispered, "If I hear any more complaining, you know what will happen to this key and where you'll be spending tonight. In fact, I want you to ask each girl here, when it's her turn, to whip your ass. When they step up to the tree, you say: 'My name is Brandon. I have a little dick and a big mouth. I am a naughty boy. Please smack my ass raw until it's red as a fire truck!' Can you remember that? Or do you need a night alone in the woods to help you memorize it?"

"Emily, I am so, so sorry about what I did at the pool party. You've completely humiliated me in front of every girl I know and those I don't will be seeing photos of today for ages to come. Can't we just..." The look on Emily's face told Bandon she was having too much fun to quit now. He gave in and repeated: "My name is Brandon. I have a little dick and a big mouth. I am a naughty boy. Please smack my ass raw until it's red as a fire truck!"

Emily smiled. "That's better. Who wants to go first?"

A 10-year old girl stepped forward with a ping pong paddle. Brandon gazed down at the younger girl and repeated: "My name is Brandon. I have a little dick and a big mouth. I am a naughty boy. Please smack my ass raw until it's red as a fire truck!"

All of the girls laughed, but the loudest seemed to be the little girl beside him. "Sure, Brandon," she said. "I'll paddle your butt till it shines!" With that, she brought the paddle down on his ass. Brandon yelped at the sting of the first blow, and the girl chuckled, enjoying her newfound power over the older boy. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! When her two minutes were up, the little girl walked away and a 12-year old girl took her place.

Brandon turned to glimpse the girl and repeated: "My name is Brandon. I have a little dick and a big mouth. I am a naughty boy. Please smack my ass raw until it's red as a fire truck!"

"My mama always uses this hairbrush to tan my hide," she said, brandishing the brush. "It'll be nice to see someone else on the receiving end, especially a naughty boy like you, Brandon."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! With each smack of the hairbrush to his ass, Brandon's body swung forward, to the delight of the girls in front of him. Every whack sent his dick flailing and his balls bouncing as he was thrust forward. He fought back tears until the two minutes was up.

The next girl, a 15-year-old, stepped up holding her flip-flop. "Have you been a bad widdle boy, Brandon?" she chided.

Brandon gulped when he saw the larger girl, thinking she would be the strongest yet. He repeated: "My name is Brandon. I have a little dick and a big mouth. I am a naughty boy. Please smack my ass raw until it's red as a fire truck!"

"Sure!" she replied eagerly. "I'll make you so red you'll think you're an Indian." Then she began whaling his butt with her flip-flop. She was careful never to hit the same spot twice, making sure Brandon's entire ass was covered. He yelped repeatedly and his eyes teared up. "Aw, is widdle Brandon going to cry?"

"Time's up," Emily said. "Next?"

An 8-year-old girl stepped up to the tree with a leather belt in her hand. "Hi Brandon," she said. She smiled, and Brandon thought she was a cute, sweet little girl – except for the disturbing leather strap in her hand.

"Hi, my name is Brandon. I have a little dick and a big mouth. I am a naughty boy. Please smack my ass raw until it's red as a fire truck!"

She leaned closer, stood on her toes, and told Brandon, "I practiced at home. I can do 12 whips each minute. If you want to see, just stay quiet and take it like a man. But if you only want five lashes, after the first one, start begging and screaming that you're a pussy and I'll only give you four more. Your choice."

Then she stepped back and let the strap swing. It smacked into Brandon's ass with an unimaginable sharp sting across his buttocks. Immediately, red welts appeared where the strap had struck. Brandon was amazed that a little girl could inflict so much pain. He felt he could take five, maybe even 10 lashes... but 24? There was no way his butt would hold out. He knew what he had to do. He swallowed his pride and shouted, "Please, no more! I'm too much of a pussy! It hurts! Please, no more!"

His audience burst into waves of laughter. The smallest, youngest girl yet had broken him. He was a 12-year-old boy begging an 8-year-old girl not to whip him because he was too much of a pussy! The girls were laughing so hard that tears rolled down their cheeks.

"What are you?" the little girl asked, applying the lash to Brandon's buttocks for the second time.

"Oww! I'm a pussy! A big, fat, dickless pussy."

"Spell it!" she ordered.

"P-U-S-S-Y," Brandon shouted over the laughter.

"Now spell your name," she ordered.

"B-R-A-N-D-O-N," Brandon screamed.

"What's that spell?" she asked.

"Brandon," he cried.

She lashed his ass for the third time, causing his body to swing forward. "It spells pussy, asswipe. Let's try it again. What are you?"

"A pussy," Brandon answered.

"Shout it to the world. Say 'I'm a pussy!'" The belt whipped into his ass.

Brandon screamed. "I'm a pussy!"

"Spell it!" she ordered.

"P-U-S-S-Y," Brandon yelled over the crowd's laughter.

"Now spell your name," the little girl ordered.

"B-R-A-N-D-O-N," Brandon screamed.

"What's that spell?" she asked.

"Pussy!" Brandon screamed at the top of his lungs.

She brought the whip down for the final time. "And what are you, Brandon? A whipped pussy?"

"I'm a whipped pussy!" Brandon screamed.

Emily stepped forward. "We'll take a 10-minute break to give everyone a chance to stop laughing. While the girls composed themselves, Emily talked to Brandon. "I bet you regret stripping me at the party. But you know, it was almost worth it to see my revenge come together. You just had your ass whipped by an 8-year-old, Brandon. You're hanging nude, screaming to every girl in sight that you're a dickless, whipped pussy. And we still have an hour and a half of ass whipping to go! The perfect revenge – and I haven't even touched you!"

Brandon hung his head in shame. "You're right. I do regret it. And I am a pussy. You've humiliated me worse than anyone could imagine. Isn't that enough?"

Emily replied, "Tell me your secret, Brandon. What did you do that was so awful that you were willing to meet a stranger in the woods, strip naked, and burn your clothes? Tell us all and I'll make your ass off limits to the girls."

Brandon shook his head. "I can't tell you," he sobbed.

"Fair enough," Emily said. "Next!" she cried.

Brandon saw a girl holding a wooden ruler approach. "My name is Brandon. I have a little dick and a big mouth. I am a naughty boy. Please smack my ass raw until it's red as a fire truck!"

The sharp crack of the ruler striking Brandon's ass could be heard at the edge of the clearing. The boy screamed as the girl gleefully applied the 12 inches of wood to his posterior, again and again.

And so it went. Ninety minutes, punctuated by several breaks. When the last girl has had her turn, Emily stepped up to the tree and the sobbing nude boy. "Brandon has something to tell us, don't you, Brandon?" She leaned over and whispered, "Same offer: Tell us all your big secret and I'll make your ass off limits to the girls. Refuse, and we start over. The girls really want a second turn."

Brandon wasn't sure he still had an ass left, but he gave in. "I'll tell."

Emily told the crowd, "Brandon has a big secret. Until now, he hasn't told anyone what he did. But now he's going to share it with us! Do you all promise to keep it a secret?"

The girls all laughed.

"Okay, Brandon," Emily said. "Tell us your secret."

Brandon gulped. "I, uh..."

"Louder!" Emily demanded.

Brandon shouted, "I kissed a boy!"

A wave of ewws and ohs swept through the girls, followed by giggles. Emily was ecstatic at Brandon's revelation. It was more embarrassing than she could have hoped for! She had destroyed the boy. But she wasn't done yet.

"Who was he?" Emily asked. "Who's your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend! It was only one kiss."

"A peck or a French kiss?" one girl shouted out.

"A French kiss," Brandon replied, bowing his head.

"So who's the boy you had the sloppy slurp with?" Emily asked.

Brandon shook his head. "I won't tell you that. And you promised the girls would leave my ass alone. Are you going to keep your word?"

Emily chuckled. "Of course. From now on, your ass is off limits to the girls." She smiled. "But not to me." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a plastic tube of Icy Hot. "You're going to tell us who the boy is. And then you're going to make a video confessing what you did and I'm going to upload it to my video journal and send the link to everyone who couldn't be here. The only question is whether you'll do it now or wait until after your rubdown."

"You can't make me hurt any more than I do," Brandon replied.

"Oh, yes I can." Emily dabbed a small wad of Icy Hot onto her finger and inserted it into the nude boy's butt. "You saw how little I used. And I have a whole tube."

"So what?" Brandon replied.

"Just wait a few minutes," Emily said.

It wasn't long before Brandon felt a burning sensation in his rectum. Soon, his asshole was on fire! He jumped and pranced, his entire body swinging from the branch.

"Brandon has decided to entertain us with his new dance moves," Emily announced.

The nude boy twisted, kicking and hollering. "It burns!" he cried.

"What's his name?," Emily asked.

Brandon squirmed as tears ran down his cheeks. "I won't tell you."

Emily squirted a very small dab of Icy Hot onto her finger. "You can barely see this dab. But you'll feel it." She touched his balls.

Within minutes, Brandon's balls were on fire. He jumped up and down, screaming, for the next five minutes, until the stinging subsided.

"Amazing what the tiniest dab will do, huh?" Emily asked. She squirted a palmful into her hand. "Imagine what all this will feel like. It'll probably last for hours! I'm going to coat every inch of your balls and use the rest as lube to jack you off."

Brandon's eyes bulged when he saw the massive white cream in her hand.

"Last chance," Emily said. "You really don't want me to do this." She held her palm beneath his balls.

"Jonathan Tyler!" Brandon cried out.

Emily pulled back her hand. "See, that wasn't so hard. Now for the fun part. My left hand, filled with cream, is going to stay a few inches below your balls while my right hand holds my camera, zoomed in on your face. I'm going to interview you, ready?" She pulled out her camera. "Brandon, is it true that you kissed a boy?"

Brandon knew he had to answer. "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"I kissed a boy."

"Are we talking about a little peck on the cheek or a big, sloppy, tongue in his mouth kiss?"

Brandon bit his lip. "A big sloppy, tongue in his mouth kiss."

"Oooh, how exciting! Who was the lucky boy?"

Brandon hesitated.

"Come on, Brandon, tell us," Emily said. "This is getting hot."

Brandon knew Emily was referring to the cream and not his story. He could not even imagine what it would feel like to have his dick and balls saturated in the cream. "It was Jonathan Tyler!" Brandon answered.

"So you sucked face and swapped spit with Jonathan Tyler?'

"Yeah," Brandon replied.

"I bet you wanted to suck something besides his face, huh?" Emily clenched her fist and raised it to her face, motioning as if she were giving a blow job. "Tell us what you really wanted to do to Jonathan Tyler."

Brandon took the hint, as he watched the white cream slip through Emily's clenched fist. Reluctantly, he replied, "I wanted to suck his dick. I kissed Jonathan Tyler but I really wanted to suck his dick."

"A lot of girls say you're a whipped pussy," Emily said. "Is that true?"

"Yeah," Brandon replied. "I'm a whipped pussy."

Emily turned off her camera and wiped off her hand. "If you ever try to get me in trouble for today, you know where this video will turn up, don't you?"

Brandon nodded. "I won't tell on you. Not ever." Emily smiled. "Then I guess this video will stay locked away. Speaking of locked..." She pulled out the handcuff key and unlocked the handcuffs. "All right, girls. As soon as Brandon gets dressed, we're all going over to the teen center."

Brandon grimaced. Most of the kids spent the summer days hanging out at the teen center. "I can't get dressed. I burned my clothes, remember?"

"No problem," Emily replied. "I brought something for you to wear." She opened a bag and handed him a diaper. "Put that on. And here's a t-shirt."

Brandon looked at the diaper. It would be embarrassing walking into the teen center in a diaper and t-shirt, but it beat being nude. He put on the diaper and unfurled the shirt. "Whipped Pussy" was written in bold black marker on both sides. Shamefacedly, Brandon put the shirt on, as the crowd of girls, who had each spanked him, chanted "Whipped Pussy" repeatedly.

The girls led Brandon on a long walk from the woods to the teen center at the edge of the woods. The boys and girls inside turned their heads and gaped at the diapered boy in the "Whipped Pussy" t-shirt. Emily led Brandon and the girls into the center's gym – the largest room there – and the boys and girls they passed along the way followed them in.

"Remember, I have our interview on video," Emily whispered into Brandon's ear.

"I told you I won't tell on you," Brandon replied.

"That's good, but I want one more thing," Emily whispered. "Remember that day you stripped me at the pool party and made me count to 500 with my hands behind my head? Now it's your turn. I think you'll know what to do." She addressed the filled room: "Can everyone hear me?" Her voice reverberated through the gym.

"Yes!" the roomful of boys and girls shouted.

"I'd like to introduce someone to you," Emily said. "Tell everyone your name," she told Brandon.

"I'm Brandon," he said.

"Louder," Emily ordered.

"I'm Brandon," he shouted.

"And what are you?" Emily asked.

"A pussy," Brandon screamed. "I'm a pussy!"

"Spell it!" she ordered.

"P-U-S-S-Y," Brandon yelled over the crowd's laughter.

"Now spell your name," Emily ordered.

"B-R-A-N-D-O-N," Brandon screamed.

"What's that spell?" she asked.

"Pussy!" Brandon screamed at the top of his lungs.

The roomful of boys and girl all laughed at the pathetic boy. Emily pointed to his "Whipped Pussy" t-shirt, bringing more laughter from the crowd. She pulled it off him and waved it in the air, leaving Brandon in only a diaper.

"This whipped pussy has to earn the right to wear a diaper!" Emily told the crowd. She ripped off Brandon's diaper, exposing the boy in a roomful of boys and girls. "Brandon will now stand naked with his hands behind his head and count to 500 to earn back his diaper."

Brandon hears the comments from the crowd:

"Omigod!"

"He's naked!"

"You can see his little pecker!"

"How humiliating!"

"It sucks to be him, ha ha."

Brandon stood naked, feeling even more exposed with his hands behind his head. Emily stood next to him, fully clothed in contrast, and beaming, thoroughly enjoying the nude boy's mortifying experience. Brandon knew the next five minutes were going to be the longest five minutes of his life.

"One..." he counted.