U. N. Known Writer

Snowballs

Wayne 'The Pain' Armstrong was all nice and snug inside the white all weather suit his Gran had given him as he shuffled along the pavement pulling the pink sledge behind him. Even though the thick hood that had been pulled all the way forward over his head, the twelve year old could the hear the playback from his own phone relaying his sins to the world. Sins which followed him, thanks to his phone's position on top of the clothes that were piled on the sledge.

His clothes.

The jeans, shirt, and socks shorts he'd been wearing when he'd left his house that morning, so full of mischief, little knowing that where it would end up. Not his boxer shorts though. They were still stuffed in his mouth from where he was unable to remove them, replacing the carrot he'd previously used as a pretend nose. That carrot was somewhere else. Somewhere that made walking tricky.

Thankfully the pavement had been cleared of the snow that was now piled up along the gardens he passed, all only too aware of the small eyes that were watching his progress, just waiting to pelt him with hard packed balls of snow, just as Wayne had pelted them so many times since the weather had turned decidedly wintery.

Moving carefully, knowing that if he fell, he'd never be able to right himself with his arms sticking straight out at right angles from his body, Wayne could only progress a few inches at a time. Despite this, and the fact he wasn't wearing any clothes beneath it, at least the snow suit provided him the warmth he need. Of course, his bottom was his warmest part but that was due more to the spanking than the Duck Down insolation that surrounded him. The same couldn't be said for his testicles. They still felt the bite of the snow that had been rubbed into them before they'd been so tightly bound in such a way to give him what seemed like a permanent stiffy for the photographs the other children had taken on their phones. Photos that Wayne knew he hadn't seen the last off.

Yet nothing that had happened to him, had been his own fault. Nothing was every Wayne's fault, but like all bullies he blamed the victims for what he did to them. If not them, then someone else. Anyone one. Just not him.

No, Wayne blamed everyone else starting with his own Gran. She's the one that bought him the all-in-one padded snow clothing to stop him "Freezing to death when he was playing out."

Of course at twelve Wayne thought himself too grown up for something that childish yet in the days after the first snowfall, his favourite hoodie soon proved little protection against the bone numbing cold so he snuck the snowsuit out of it's box and tried it on, little expecting it to give him an advantage against the other kids.

He only went into the garden that first time, trapping through the now ankle deep snow with the built in Wellington boots, which allowed him to maintain the feeling in his toes in a way his designer trainers certainly didn't.

The hood pulled up, kept his ears from turning to ice, especially once he'd pulled the main zip all the way up to not just beneath his chin like a normal coat but all the way up to his nose, his mouth completely covered, as was his forehead from the top of the hood, until only his eyes could peer through the remaining gap. Limiting his vision but keeping him as warm as toast, just like his Gran had promised.

That should have been enough to make Wayne happy as it meant he could head out into the neighbourhood living up to the nick name he was proud of, but which somehow his parents had yet to hear about.

In a world that had been turned completely white, the snowsuit rendered Wayne almost completely invisible as was demonstrated when little Alfie Morris failed to spot Wayne waiting in ambush. Alfie had suffered for that mistake, pelted with snowballs until he fell over, at which point Wayne had pounced, pulling down the eight year old's sweat pants and filling his underwear with handfuls of slush from the street, all the while mocking the shrivelled up willy and tiny testicles that he'd caused.

It had been one of Wayne's greatest victories. Right up there with when he'd given both Tommy Hector, and his ginger mate, Harry Sopkins a bare bottom spanking when he'd caught them trying to spy on Tommy's fifteen year old sister and her boyfriend making out in their garden a few months earlier. He'd made those two ten year old's squeal like little babies as he turned their bums bright red. Then he'd got to watch as they ended up being caught by the very people they'd been trying to spy on and who then spanked them some more while Wayne watched, with one hand deep inside his jeans.

Not surprisingly after that Tommy, little Alfie Morris and the other neighbour kids tended to avoid Wayne like the plague knowing that any encounter with him would leave them coming off second best to the oldest boy on the street. That though only made the game all the more fun for Wayne as now he got to hunt his victims, as well as take them down.

And so the chase was on.

Wayne took to laying in wait for the junior school kids to come home, knowing that they would have to go past his house in order to get to their own. He made full use of the twenty minute advantage he had from his own end-of-day bell, to lay any number of traps for them to fall into either singularly or in a group. Stink bombs were good for the latter, but mud would do if money was tight. Anything to mess up their school uniforms, enough to get parents livid and children stripped on back steps before being allowed into their home. Pictures then taken on Wayne's phone and kept for such time as he had use of them. That time hadn't come yet, and for now Wayne was happy just looking at them while he played with himself, but he was thinking of just what he could get the little boys to do, once the warmer weather returned. In the meantime it was business as usual.

Wayne kept his activities to the area around his own home, just in case there were adults or older kids around and he needed to make a hasty retreat, but with the seeming invisibility his new snowman disguise, for which he'd added the traditional carrot for a nose, poking out of the eye slot, he soon found himself wondering further and further down the road, looking for more victims.

He sound found them. Down at the far end of the cul-de-sac. There the road hadn't been treated making it perfect for long ice slide that Wayne would eventually salt purely out of spite, while the piles of snow left by the ploughs became perfect material for the construction of snowmen that Wayne took great delight in smashing whenever he had the chance.

All in all, Wayne went out of his way to make sure the other kids didn't have any fun, safe in the knowledge they wouldn't be able to see him in his snowsuit. Here and there he'd wait in the street, standing still yet remaining warm, until someone came within range and then he'd let them have it with the stock piles of snowballs he'd have handy.

Then he saw the little girl on the sledge.

It was bright pink, and so was she, so he could hardly have missed it, even with his narrow field of vision as it slide down a ramp that had been built from what had remained of the six foot high snowman that Wayne had demolished a couple of days earlier. Together the kids would push it to the top, then they'd hold it still while the pink clad figure was placed on top, and then release it, cheering as it slide down the slope, across the ground and come to a stop against a bank of snow they'd built seemingly just for that purpose.

Wayne didn't know who the girl who looked to be about five or six was, but he didn't care. All he knew was that she made a great target, almost as if she was begging him to target her. So he started to edge his way forward snowballs clutched tightly in one hand and his phone set to record in the other.

It was easy. Perhaps too easy.

No one looked in Wayne's direction as he came out from behind the side of Old Lady Watheringham's house where he always hid.

Taking it a step at a time he moved alone first the building line and then the fence, until he was on the pavement itself, which he quickly crossed to edge along the side of a parked car until there was no more cover but was at the perfect angle to launch his attack.

Raising his phone he started the video recording as his other arm aimed and let loose with a perfectly pitched snowball right at the small pink figure sitting on top of the sledge.

It was a perfect shot, all captured in HD video.

The tightly packed snow struck the girl fully on the shoulder, which at first disappointed Wayne as he'd been aiming for her head, but as it turned out the result was the same.

Almost in slow motion the girl toppled from the sledge, falling over into a heap in the snow her legs flying in the air. A heap that remained so very still as the trap was sprung.

Hands came from behind, grabbing his arms, holding him firm as someone snatched the phone from his hand.

With little time to even cry out let alone escape, Wayne found himself pounced upon from all directions, until he was dropped flat on the ground at which point things started to get serious.

He was older than all the kids he'd seen playing so he'd never once worried about payback, but then he hadn't counted on them ganging up on him either which is what they'd clearly done. What's more then had a plan of just what they were going to do.

A plan that started with stripping him completely naked.

At first Wayne hadn't been too sure what was going on. There was a lot of shouting to go along with all the hands that were on him, but when he felt the zip on the front of his snow suit going down he had an idea of what was going to happen. Only it was the wrong idea.

He assumed, that they just wanted to see who was inside the snowsuit, so he let them thinking that once they realised it was him they'd let him go.

They didn't.

And they didn't just pull the snowsuit from his head either. They pulled it all the way down to his ankles, and even got his feet out of the boots.

Then they went for his jeans.

In less time than even the kids doing it had thought possible Wayne-the-Pain Armstrong was totally and utterly naked – Even his socks had been removed by eager little fingers – right there in the middle of the street. Kneeling beside him were two ten year old boys. One holding a wooden ruler, the other a hair brush, both of which were soon put to very good use.

WHACK!

THWACK!

WHACK!

THWACK!

Tommy Hector and Harry Sopkins took it in turns just like they'd practised on a pillow in Tommy's bedroom. Each had one of Wayne's pink hairless buttocks to themselves, upon which they worked a swift and painful retribution until the skin was glowing red like a camp fire.

WHACK!

THWACK!

WHACK!

THWACK!

Upon receiving his first ever, long deserved spanking, Wayne should have been shouting the street down, but the neighbourhood kids he'd bullied for so long had had plenty of time to plan their revenge and Wayne found himself tasting his own mum's laundry detergent as his boxer shorts were pushed into his mouth the first time he opened it to protest what was happening.

"That's enough boys," a voice instructed. "Turn him over and let Alfie have his go."

Wayne gave a little sigh behind the gag as his burning bottom came into contact with the cold ground, but that state of bliss didn't last long. Not once he was looking up at the overly eager faces looking not at him but at the eight year old between his legs, pushing snow into his groin.

The shock made Wayne's eyes go wide, raising a laugh from the kids holding him down. Kids he recognised despite the woolly hats and scarfs they had wrapped around their heads. Alfie Morris wasn't wearing either, but he was wearing the widest possible grin that would fit onto his little round face as took gleeful pleasure of rubbing not just one, but several handfuls of snow into the older boys genitals until they had all but vanished.

"That's it. Now take your photos."

Mobile phones appeared from pockets of heavy coats. Small gloved fingers swiping across screens until the camera apps were primed and aimed down at the naked boy for both wide shots of his body and close ups of the hairless space between his legs where the coldness of the snow had made his testicles crawl back inside the warmth of his body leaving just his penis on show, if barely.

"It looks like a button!" was one of the more generous opinions given as the photo session was drawn to a close and the crowd set about one last payback before they got Wayne dressed again for his journey home.

Turned back onto his front, his legs remained spread as something cold was rubbed not onto his sore and stinging bottom where it would have been welcomed but between his buttocks where it was not.

A gasp went up from the little kids as they watched the carrot that had once formed the spying snowman's nose being pushed slowly but surely up Wayne-the-Pain's bottom until with a firm shove from the guiding finger it disappeared from sight.

The strangest sensations were going through Wayne was he was pulled up to his feet. Blood had been flowing wildly around his body, attempting to keep him warm, yet now it had all changed direction, heading to a point straight between his legs that was now pointing of it's own accord

"Wow! shouted Tommy Hector when he noticed, making sure everyone else did too especially the person who'd suggested it. "Look, Sis. It worked."

His sister just laughed, "Told you it would kid. Boys always get one when they have something up their bums. Trust me."

If Tommy wonder her she knew that, he didn't ask. Not wanting to go through another of his sister's test runs. Which reminded him or what was next.

"You got the shoelaces, Harry?"

He did, and Wayne soon found himself in a situation that under other circumstances would have been one of his fantasies. A pretty older, teenage girl was kneeling in front of playing with his naked body. Only this wasn't anywhere near as erotic as he'd imagined it to be. Not while she was binding his newly re-emerging testicles and stiffened erection so tightly that he would be remaining as erect as if he'd taken those little blue pills that everyone at school joked about.

"Okay, that should teach him for blasting my old doll." Sophie Hector, admired her handiwork, noting the effect it was creating with some satisfaction, "Zip him up."

Wayne had to be held as his now bare feet were slotted back into the legs of his snowsuit, which soon covered them in welcome warmth. A warmth that continued as the snowsuit was pulled up his legs. It did become a little uncomfortable as it passed over his well spanked bottom, but at least the boys dressing him were considerate enough around his enforced erection not to trap it in an uncomfortable position while the got his arms into the sleeves and the suit onto his shoulders.

No effort was made to zip the front of the snow suit closed just yet as before they could do that, the kids had to get the broom stick threaded through the right sleeve, across Wayne's shoulders and then out of the left sleeve. Only when that was done, did the fasten the snowsuit closed, trapping him inside it with his arms uselessly stuck out straight from his body.

"He looks like a scarecrow." giggle Aflie picking bits of hard packed snow from the palm of his glove but no one was listening to him as the prepared to hook Wayne up to the sledge.

Ropes from the front were hooked over Wayne's outstretched arms. The loops tightened so they wouldn't slip off again before the bully reached home. A direction he was encouraged to take via further application of hairbrush and ruler to various parts of his body, but mostly his rear.

The snowsuit took most of the sting out of these blows, but there was enough left in them, to urge Wayne to take his first step and then to keep on going once it became clear that the kids weren't going to keep doing it.

So it was that Wayne found himself free of his tormentors and able to turn around to see what was going on behind him. There he saw the sledge with his clothes piled upon it, along with his phone playing the video of him apparently knocking a tiny girl from that very sledge.

The the first snowball hit him bouncing off his head.

Once more the snowsuit took most of the blow, but others soon followed the first until Wayne had little option but to start walking again despite the twin strange sensations of having something up his bottom, and his genitals tied up.

He went a further few feet before he stopped again, thinking he must now be out of range. Only he wasn't. And once more he had to continue walking.

Heading up the street there was no one around to see him but all the same Wayne just knew he was being watched yet with limited side vision he just couldn't see the other kids that were stalking him, just in the same way he'd always assumed they'd been unable to see him. And he didn't like it one bit.

Then as Wayne got nearer and nearer to his home, he started to worry less about the little kids following his progress and more about what his mum was going to say.

She'd be surprised to see him especially pulling a pink sledge, but he knew that once she'd seen the film on his phone that would soon change. But that wasn't what concerned the twelve year old most off all. There was still the rule that he had to take the snow suit off in the porch rather than traipse his boots all the way through the house. That was annoying but not so bad when he had his jeans on underneath, but rather scary when he didn't, and especially when his willy was stiff, his testicles were all tied up and his bottom red from a spanking.

What would his mum say about all of that?

He was about to find out, as while he was making that final approach, his mum was watching a most enlightening series of videos on her phone that her son had apparently sent her of his antics over the winter. Something that she was determines to do something about, one way or another.

The End