By FireBloom and
FrostByte
novalegion451@gmail.com
Copyright 2026 by FireBloom and FrostByte, all rights reserved
[2,549 words]
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
FrostByte says ... Hi, everybody. I just wanted to share
this, it's a light-hearted, fun little vignette I wrote, inspired by a
joke I saw in a YouTube video. I hope you enjoy it. :)
6. The Sharpest Bulb in the Box
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6. The Sharpest Bulb in the Box
Snap!
What was that?
Didi whirled around, her long, reddish-blond hair swinging in the brisk
wind. She gripped her shotgun tightly in her hands as her eyes
narrowed, darting around the forest trees. The teenaged girl's sharp,
keen, analytical mind was already hard at work, swiftly dissecting the
strange sound she had just heard, trying to identify its mysterious
source.
It seemed oddly similar to the sound of a small piece
of wood breaking, and by a curious coincidence, it happened exactly
when Didi stepped on this little twig under her sandal ...
After a long couple of minutes, Didi took a deep breath. Wherever that sound had come from, it appeared to be gone now.
She looked around tensely. Honestly, this entire forest seemed to be
alive with strange, inexplicable noises. A few minutes ago, Didi had
heard some odd bird-like sounds coming from a nest she saw high in the
tree branches. And then there was that curious babbling sound she had
heard, which seemed loudest when she was crossing the brook.
Didi glanced down at her shotgun, grateful for the customary feeling of
safety that it gave her. After a moment's thought, she decided that she
would be better off putting her finger on the trigger, so she'd be able
to fire it faster. Didi smiled to herself as she thought about what a
clever idea she'd just had. And people say she wasn't very bright ...
Well, she'd show them. Didi was going to show everyone that she was the sharpest bulb in the box.
She paused, knitting her eyebrows as she puzzled over what her big
brothers had said to her when she told them that morning what she was
going to do.
"Didi, the sharpest bulb in the box is the broken one."
... Whatever that meant.
Of course, Didi's big brothers told her a lot of silly things. While
she was getting ready to go out hunting, Didi asked one of her brothers
how many shots a single-shot shotgun could fire. He just shook his head
and told her that she was a few sandwiches short of a picnic.
That puzzled her, since she wasn't going on a picnic, but she went to the kitchen to make a few extra sandwiches just in case.
And when Didi was heading out the door, wearing her tight T-shirt and
short shorts, another one of her brothers made an odd remark about her
headlights being on.
Well, that was just silly, she thought. My bicycle doesn't have headlights.
Didi
frowned as she glanced around the woods. She had just heard another of
those strange snapping sounds, and again, it happened just when she
stepped on a twig. That had to be more than just a coincidence ...
Before the girl could give it any more thought, she heard a rustling
sound, and spotted a flash of brown and yellow feathers in the tree
branches. Didi instinctively raised her shotgun, just as a wood duck
flew out, beating its dark wings furiously.
Her eyes narrowed,
tracking the duck's flight, as she aimed her shotgun. Her brothers
never did answer her question about how many shots a single-shot
shotgun could fire, but she figured she'd have to make her first one
count, anyway.
Didi wasn't confident that her aim was solid,
but as the duck was flying away, she realized that it was now or never,
and squeezed the trigger.
Blam!
A second later, the duck fell from the sky and landed in a field just beyond the edge of the woods.
"YES!" Didi threw up her arms exultantly. "A hole in one!"
The girl eagerly ran through the trees, leaves and twigs crunching
under her feet. In seconds, she had emerged from the woods and was just
about to hop the fence into the field when a sharp voice called out to
her.
"Hold it right there, little girl!"
Didi turned around just in time to see a young man, not much older than Didi, motoring a small ATV up to the fence.
"Don't even think about crossing that fence," said the boy harshly, as he hopped off the quad. "This is private property."
"I'm sorry," said Didi. "I was just doing a little hunting in the woods over there."
The boy folded his arms as he leaned against his ATV, casually letting his eyes wander appraisingly up and down Didi's body.
"You know, your headlights are on," he commented.
Didi shook her head.
Why does everybody keep saying that? she wondered. My bicycle doesn't even have headlights.
"And you got real nice buns," the boy continued, tilting his head.
Didi sighed.
"Look," she said impatiently, "if you want them that bad, I'll share my sandwiches with you. Just let me get my duck first."
The boy glanced at the bird lying in the field.
"You mean MY duck," he told her.
"I shot it down," protested Didi.
"And it's lying on my family's property," retorted the boy. "That makes it ours."
"It's mine!"
"You cross that fence and you'll be trespassing," warned the boy. "I'll call the sheriff."
"Oh, yeah?" Didi held up her shotgun in what she hoped would looked
like a threatening manner, trying her best to keep her hands from
shaking. She would never be able to shoot a person, but maybe he
wouldn't know that.
The boy raised an eyebrow.
"That shotgun is empty," he said, in a very dismissive tone. "It's a single-shot shotgun, and you've already fired it."
Darn it, thought Didi in frustration. My brothers could have told me that you can only fire a single-shot shotgun once ...
"I
don't need my shotgun," retorted Didi, tossing the empty weapon aside.
She clenched her hands into fists and said, "I've been studying karate
since I was five. My daddy insisted I learn it, because he didn't want
me to rely on what I had upstairs to protect myself."
Didi paused, and then shrugged.
"Whatever that meant," she said.
The boy's lips curled into a smirk.
"No kidding," he said dryly.
Didi frowned.
"Are you making fun of me?" she demanded. "Well, watch THIS!"
The girl turned to the fence and threw her leg out toward it. One loud
snap later, there was nothing but a pile of broken wood and splinters
where the post used to be.
The boy's eyes widened, and he took a step back.
"I can pound you into the ground without breaking a sweat," promised Didi.
"I believe you," said the boy, holding up his hands.
"Good," said Didi with satisfaction. "Now, are you going to let me have the duck?"
The boy gazed steadily at Didi, the wheels of his mind turning.
"Look," he said slowly, "it's obvious that I can't fight you, so why
even bother? I've got a better idea. How about we have a fair contest?"
"What kind of contest?" asked Didi suspiciously.
"I challenge you to a game of threes," declared the boy. "Winner gets the duck."
He gazed at Didi for a moment before asking, "You do know what a game of threes is, right?"
"Of course I do," said Didi defensively. She paused and then said,
"But, uh, why don't you explain it, just so I'll be sure you know?"
The boy smiled.
"The rules are simple," he said. "I do three things to you. Then you do
three things to me. We keep going like that, until one of us gives in
and surrenders."
"What kind of things?" asked Didi, her eyebrows knitting.
"Any kind you want," replied the boy. "Unless you're too chicken."
Wait, did he just say "chicken"? ... Chicken? ...
Didi exploded.
"I am not chicken! I'll play your game, and I'll take anything you can dish out!"
The words were out of Didi's mouth before she even knew what she was saying.
"Perfect," said the boy. "Now, since I issued the challenge, I get to go first."
He locked eyes with the girl, and kept a steady gaze on her as he
approached her. The boy stood in front of Didi, looking into her eyes,
for a long moment.
"HEY!" exclaimed Didi in shock, disbelief, and horror, as the boy grabbed hold of her T-shirt and ripped it cleanly apart.
She tried to swat away his hands when he reached for her short shorts, but he grabbed hold of her wrist.
"Uh-uh," he scolded her. "No resisting. Resisting counts as giving in."
Didi reluctantly lowered her hands. Her face turned bright red as the
boy yanked down her shorts. He pulled both the shorts and the torn
T-shirt off Didi's body, leaving her completely naked.
"That's
one," declared the boy, stepping back to run his eyes admiringly up and
down Didi's naked body, making her face turn even redder. "Nice. Very,
very nice."
"Just get on with it," snarled Didi, as the boy tossed her clothes into the back of his ATV.
"Okay," shrugged the boy, taking a firm hold of Didi's arm, pausing to get a good look at the very nice rear view.
"Wh-What are you doing - HEY!" Didi cried out in alarm as the boy sat down on the ATV and pulled her across his lap.
The boy pinned Didi's wrists behind her back and then gazed
appreciatively at Didi's round, bare bottom, resting squarely over his
knees.
"What do you think you're - OW!" Didi let out a squeal of pain as she felt the boy's hand smack her hard on her behind.
"I'm doing what you naturally do with naughty little girls," replied the boy.
"I am not a naughty little - OW! ... OW! ... OW! OW! OW!" Didi
struggled uselessly against the boy's grip as his hand came down again
and again, swiftly turning the pink flesh of her bottom a bright
crimson.
"C'mon, I am way too old for spankings!" protested Didi.
"How old are you?" asked the boy curiously.
"I'm 16 - almost 17!" said Didi. "And I will have you know, I haven't been spanked in at least a year!"
"No kidding," said the boy after a long pause, before raising his hand again.
"OW!" Didi began to sob. She was starting to feel like her rump was on fire.
"Let me ask you something," said the boy, smiling in satisfaction after
delivering a particularly loud smack to Didi's bottom. "Do you have any
brothers?"
"I have four," said Didi. "So what?"
"Have they all spanked you?" asked the boy, just before smacking her behind again.
Didi hesitated, and then lowered her head, not saying anything, which was all the answer the boy needed.
"I can see why," remarked the boy. "This is fun."
"OW!"
The spanking went on for a long time, the boy gleefully smacking Didi's
bare bottom again and again, Didi sobbing in between squeals of pain.
Eventually, the boy seemed to tire out.
"Okay, that's enough," he said, pulling a sniffling Didi to her feet. She winced as she rubbed her bottom.
"That's two," declared the boy.
Only two? Didi wasn't sure how much more of this she could handle, but
she steeled herself. She was determined not to give this boy the
satisfaction of seeing her crumble. She would take whatever he came up
with for his third.
Didi's confidence, however, became a lot
more shaky when the boy pulled her into his arms, pressing her naked
body up against him.
"Hey - mmmppphhhh!" Didi's eyes instantly turned round when the boy pressed his lips into hers, in a deep, passionate kiss.
When she felt his hand sliding between them to cup her breast, Didi had
had enough. She pressed both of her hands against his chest and managed
to push him away, breaking the kiss.
For a moment, the two simply looked at each other, her eyes filled with fury, his eyes impassive.
"Oh, I see," he said at last. "Giving up, are we?"
"No!" said Didi immediately. "I am not giving up!"
"Well, then?" The boy cocked his head. "Resisting is giving in, remember? That's the rule."
Didi hesitated, paralyzed with frustration. Seeing her indecision, the boy smirked and then pulled her into his arms again.
"If you'd prefer, I could have you pleasure me with your mouth in a
different way," he whispered into her ear, making her freeze.
Not knowing what else to do, Didi reluctantly let the boy kiss her
again. He pressed his mouth deeply into hers, while his arms pulled her
body tight against his. Didi could feel the boy growing hard, which
only fueled her rage.
Didi was cringing at the boy's kiss, and
she cringed even more when his hands cupped her breasts again, before
running down her body. When she moaned in muffled protest, he responded
by kissing her even harder, and slipping his hand between her legs.
His eyes were closed, overwhelmed by his pleasure, while her eyes glared at him with venom.
Enjoy yourself while you can, you asshole, thought Didi.You won't be smiling when it's my turn ...
After what seemed like an eternity, the boy finally let go of Didi. She collapsed to the ground, panting.
"I'm impressed," he said, leaning against his ATV as the naked girl
wiped her mouth and rubbed her bottom, all the while glaring furiously
at him. "I really didn't think you would make it through all three
things I had in mind for you."
"Well, now, it's MY turn, you
little creep," she snarled, getting back to her feet. Didi flexed her
legs, getting ready to dish out the most vicious karate kicks of her
life. "And you're really going to get it!"
"Nah, I don't think
so." The boy shook his head as he hopped back onto his ATV. He began
driving off, calling out, "I give in! You can have the duck!"
For a long minute, Didi simply stood and stared at the boy's ATV shrinking in the distance.
"HA!" she suddenly shouted, as it finally dawned on her that she had
won the contest. "I knew it! I knew you couldn't take the ... Hey! HEY,
wait a second, you forgot to gimme back my clothes!"
Didi ran after the ATV, but the boy was too far away. She bent down, out of breath, and still naked.
"Oh, well," she finally sighed in resignation. "I guess I'll just have to go home and put some other clothes on."
She picked up her shotgun and headed back to where she'd left her
bicycle. As she made her way through the woods, Didi had an odd feeling
that she was forgetting something.
Well, it doesn't matter, she thought. I won that silly contest with that boy, that's what's important.
Didi smiled. She was so proud of herself.
I can't wait to tell Daddy and the boys all about it. They're sure to agree now that I'm the sharpest bulb in the box!
... And they did.