Pantsed in the Woods
Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2025 5:33 pm
I’ve been writing ENM stories for awhile now, and I think I know where they’re coming from. There was an experience I had when I was in fourth grade that I’ve been trying to repress, and I think it’ll be better if I just get it out of my system.
This took place in May, when I was nine years old. There was a girl in my neighborhood named Linda. She was twelve. She was tall and lanky, especially when she wore shorts and sleeveless tops. She had dirty-brown hair that went down her back. Sometimes she wore it in a ponytail, but mostly she just let it go down her back. She had a short pointy nose, and had a dimple in her chin. She was always teasing me. Sometimes she’d ride her bike out of the driveway just as I was passing her house, and she’d stop in front of me, and threaten to run over my foot with her bike.
Sometimes she and her friends would try to tickle me. She had two friends. Elizabeth was a little shorter than her, still taller than me though, and had brown hair, shoulder length. Then there was Carrie, who wore her hair real short, and was about the same height as Elizabeth. The three of them would stop me and try to tickle me, then laugh at me for being ticklish.
I usually walked to school. But there was a shortcut through some woods, a well-worn trail, that I and some of the other kids used. It went for about the equivalent of three city blocks, and went through some pretty heavy woods. On school days there were always kids cutting through on the trail.
One Saturday, I was on my way to see my friend Gary. He lived near school, so I set out walking to his house. Of course, I decided to use the trail, to save time. I was wearing shorts and a tee shirt, and sandals.
I was about halfway along the trail, in the middle of the woods, when I heard a rustling noise from behind a tree ahead of me. I stopped and listened, but I didn’t hear it again, so I kept walking.
Then, as I passed the tree, a lanky arm shot out from behind it, and a wiry hand grabbed me by my arm.
It was Linda! She said, “Hi, Davy! We captured you!”
From behind another tree Elizabeth came out. She was carrying some ropes.
Then I heard someone behind me, “You’re our little prisoner, Davy!” It was Carrie. She grabbed me from behind. They were all laughing at me.
Before I knew it, they’d lifted my arms up over my head. While Carrie held me, Linda and Elizabeth tied my arms to the tree.
Then Linda said,” Now we can tickle him.”
They pushed my tee shirt up over my head, so I couldn’t see them. Then I felt their fingers wiggling around all over my chest, tickling my bare skin and my nipples and my belly button. I was trying not to wiggle around, but I couldn’t help it. The girls were giggling.
Then Linda said, “Let’s pull down his pants.” I yelled “No!”
Elizabeth had found a stick, about two feet long, and she poked me in the side with it. She said, “Whenever you talk, we’re gonna poke you with this stick.”
Meanwhile, Linda had gotten down in front of me and unzipped my shorts. She pulled them down over my feet. Then she and Carrie tied my ankles to the tree. They stepped back and looked at me.
Elizabeth pointed at my underpants and said, “Cute underpants!”
I suddenly realized that I had worn my Road-Runner underpants that day. They were white, but there were pictures of Wile E Coyote, and some other stuff, and Road Runner was right in the middle, right over my boy parts, which were now starting to swell out.
Linda reached down and put her thumb and forefinger around Road Runner. She squeezed my penis through the fabric, saying, “Beep-beep!” All the girls laughed at me.
Then Linda said, “Let’s pull down his underpants.”
“Yeah,” Elizabeth giggled. “Then he has to show us his penis!”
“No!” I protested. “Please don’t!” Elizabeth poked me with a stick, right in the side. It hurt!
Linda slipped her fingers under the elastic and pushed my underpants slowly down to my feet. I was shivering. Not from cold, but from fear and humiliation. I’d never had a girl look at me down there before, and I was embarrassed.
Elizabeth said, “Oh! It’s so cute!”
Carrie said, “I like it! It’s adorable!” She was giggling.
Linda took my penis in between her fingers. She licked the fingertip of her other hand, and then rubbed her saliva on the tip of my penis, and down the underside. It made me shiver. Elizabeth was petting my belly, and Carrie was standing by, holding the stick.
Linda let go of my penis. Then Elizabeth stuck her stick under my penis and lifted it up, so it was sticking up. Linda reached her damp fingers underneath and started rubbing my testicles. She said, “He’s got cute balls!” It made me shudder.
Then Elizabeth said, “I wish I had my camera. We could take pictures of him.”
“And show them to all the girls in his class.”
“Wouldn’t he be embarrassed!”
Carrie asked “Do you know where your camera is?”
Elizabeth said, “I can find it real quick. Wait for me here.”
“We’re gonna come with you,” Carrie said.
So, Carrie and Elizabeth and Linda trudged back through the woods, leaving me tied up with my shirt pulled up and my undies pulled down. I didn’t know whether to call for help or not—if someone came, they might see me like this. On the other hand, I couldn’t get free by myself.
After about fifteen minutes of useless struggling, I heard voices coming along the trail. Soon I could see them. There were two of them. One of them I didn’t know. The other one was Connie Baker, who was in my class. Connie was pretty. She had black hair and an adorable smile. I know I was only in fourth grade, but I think I had a crush on her.
They stopped and looked at me. I could see Connie looking at me, looking at my face, my bare chest, my legs, and especially my penis. I felt mortified—I wanted to die, on the spot!
Connie gasped out “Davy!” Then she looked me over again and said ,” What are you doing here?”
I managed to gulp out, “Can you untie me? Please?”
“Sure, Davy,” Connie said. She and her friend came over and started picking at the knots on the rope around my ankles. When the rope came off, Connie reached up in front of me and untied the rope around my wrists. As she was untying me, her face was right in front of mine. I wanted to kiss her, but that would have just made her mad. So I didn’t.
Connie asked, “Who did this to you?”
I was pulling up my pants. I said, “Linda Myers and her friends.”
Connie said, “That’s terrible,” but she was still smirking a little bit.
I said, “Thank you, Connie,” and went down the trail. Connie and her friend went the other way. I could hear them giggling as they went.
So, that’s what happened to me. It really happened. I’ve been too embarrassed to think about it all these years, but now I’m letting it out. Thanks for reading.
This took place in May, when I was nine years old. There was a girl in my neighborhood named Linda. She was twelve. She was tall and lanky, especially when she wore shorts and sleeveless tops. She had dirty-brown hair that went down her back. Sometimes she wore it in a ponytail, but mostly she just let it go down her back. She had a short pointy nose, and had a dimple in her chin. She was always teasing me. Sometimes she’d ride her bike out of the driveway just as I was passing her house, and she’d stop in front of me, and threaten to run over my foot with her bike.
Sometimes she and her friends would try to tickle me. She had two friends. Elizabeth was a little shorter than her, still taller than me though, and had brown hair, shoulder length. Then there was Carrie, who wore her hair real short, and was about the same height as Elizabeth. The three of them would stop me and try to tickle me, then laugh at me for being ticklish.
I usually walked to school. But there was a shortcut through some woods, a well-worn trail, that I and some of the other kids used. It went for about the equivalent of three city blocks, and went through some pretty heavy woods. On school days there were always kids cutting through on the trail.
One Saturday, I was on my way to see my friend Gary. He lived near school, so I set out walking to his house. Of course, I decided to use the trail, to save time. I was wearing shorts and a tee shirt, and sandals.
I was about halfway along the trail, in the middle of the woods, when I heard a rustling noise from behind a tree ahead of me. I stopped and listened, but I didn’t hear it again, so I kept walking.
Then, as I passed the tree, a lanky arm shot out from behind it, and a wiry hand grabbed me by my arm.
It was Linda! She said, “Hi, Davy! We captured you!”
From behind another tree Elizabeth came out. She was carrying some ropes.
Then I heard someone behind me, “You’re our little prisoner, Davy!” It was Carrie. She grabbed me from behind. They were all laughing at me.
Before I knew it, they’d lifted my arms up over my head. While Carrie held me, Linda and Elizabeth tied my arms to the tree.
Then Linda said,” Now we can tickle him.”
They pushed my tee shirt up over my head, so I couldn’t see them. Then I felt their fingers wiggling around all over my chest, tickling my bare skin and my nipples and my belly button. I was trying not to wiggle around, but I couldn’t help it. The girls were giggling.
Then Linda said, “Let’s pull down his pants.” I yelled “No!”
Elizabeth had found a stick, about two feet long, and she poked me in the side with it. She said, “Whenever you talk, we’re gonna poke you with this stick.”
Meanwhile, Linda had gotten down in front of me and unzipped my shorts. She pulled them down over my feet. Then she and Carrie tied my ankles to the tree. They stepped back and looked at me.
Elizabeth pointed at my underpants and said, “Cute underpants!”
I suddenly realized that I had worn my Road-Runner underpants that day. They were white, but there were pictures of Wile E Coyote, and some other stuff, and Road Runner was right in the middle, right over my boy parts, which were now starting to swell out.
Linda reached down and put her thumb and forefinger around Road Runner. She squeezed my penis through the fabric, saying, “Beep-beep!” All the girls laughed at me.
Then Linda said, “Let’s pull down his underpants.”
“Yeah,” Elizabeth giggled. “Then he has to show us his penis!”
“No!” I protested. “Please don’t!” Elizabeth poked me with a stick, right in the side. It hurt!
Linda slipped her fingers under the elastic and pushed my underpants slowly down to my feet. I was shivering. Not from cold, but from fear and humiliation. I’d never had a girl look at me down there before, and I was embarrassed.
Elizabeth said, “Oh! It’s so cute!”
Carrie said, “I like it! It’s adorable!” She was giggling.
Linda took my penis in between her fingers. She licked the fingertip of her other hand, and then rubbed her saliva on the tip of my penis, and down the underside. It made me shiver. Elizabeth was petting my belly, and Carrie was standing by, holding the stick.
Linda let go of my penis. Then Elizabeth stuck her stick under my penis and lifted it up, so it was sticking up. Linda reached her damp fingers underneath and started rubbing my testicles. She said, “He’s got cute balls!” It made me shudder.
Then Elizabeth said, “I wish I had my camera. We could take pictures of him.”
“And show them to all the girls in his class.”
“Wouldn’t he be embarrassed!”
Carrie asked “Do you know where your camera is?”
Elizabeth said, “I can find it real quick. Wait for me here.”
“We’re gonna come with you,” Carrie said.
So, Carrie and Elizabeth and Linda trudged back through the woods, leaving me tied up with my shirt pulled up and my undies pulled down. I didn’t know whether to call for help or not—if someone came, they might see me like this. On the other hand, I couldn’t get free by myself.
After about fifteen minutes of useless struggling, I heard voices coming along the trail. Soon I could see them. There were two of them. One of them I didn’t know. The other one was Connie Baker, who was in my class. Connie was pretty. She had black hair and an adorable smile. I know I was only in fourth grade, but I think I had a crush on her.
They stopped and looked at me. I could see Connie looking at me, looking at my face, my bare chest, my legs, and especially my penis. I felt mortified—I wanted to die, on the spot!
Connie gasped out “Davy!” Then she looked me over again and said ,” What are you doing here?”
I managed to gulp out, “Can you untie me? Please?”
“Sure, Davy,” Connie said. She and her friend came over and started picking at the knots on the rope around my ankles. When the rope came off, Connie reached up in front of me and untied the rope around my wrists. As she was untying me, her face was right in front of mine. I wanted to kiss her, but that would have just made her mad. So I didn’t.
Connie asked, “Who did this to you?”
I was pulling up my pants. I said, “Linda Myers and her friends.”
Connie said, “That’s terrible,” but she was still smirking a little bit.
I said, “Thank you, Connie,” and went down the trail. Connie and her friend went the other way. I could hear them giggling as they went.
So, that’s what happened to me. It really happened. I’ve been too embarrassed to think about it all these years, but now I’m letting it out. Thanks for reading.
