Sneak across the swamp.

I take one step forward, then another, creeping through the swamp, trying to find the shallowest water and the most stable patches of ground. It's all going well, until suddenly it's not. My left boot sinks into the water, trapping me up to the knee in mud. I try to pull myself out, and only succeed in sinking my right boot even deeper. I'm stuck in the mud, now buried up to my thighs, with no way of pulling myself out.

The pixies turn around. Too late, I realise this was their plan all along.

They flit across the swamp toward me, giggling at my predicament. They dart around my head, staying just out of range of my hands, poking out their tongues and insulting me in tinny, high-pitched voices. My only hope is to catch one out of the air and hold her hostage. Otherwise they'll be able to play any prank they want on me.

What's this? One of them is zooming in too close, misjudging the distance between me and her. If I time my grab just right...

My hands shoot out, above my head. But the pixie is too quick for me. Not only does she avoid my fingers but a loop of vine is thrown around my wrists, holding them together. The length of vine attached to it is swiftly thrown over a tree branch and drawn taut, pulling my arms up in the air and holding them there. I'm even more stuck than before. I gnash my teeth and curse the pixies, who are doing somersaults of glee.

I feel the tug of tiny hands at my waistband.

"No. No no no no no... eeek!"

My breeches and panties are swiftly jerked down around my knees, leaving me naked below the waist, exposing my pert, athletic buttocks and the triangle of ginger hair between my legs. Instantly I'm overcome with a tidal wave of embarrassment. I'm surrounded by the laughter of hundreds of pixies, and every second more emerge from the tangled woods that surround me to giggle and gawk at my utter humiliation. I've been successfully pranked, trapped and pantsed and put on display with my pretty pussy bare for everyone to see. There's nothing I can to do regain my dignity. I've been made into a loser, and I hate it. Hate hate hate it.

But that's nothing compared to how I feel when I see one of the pixies approach me with a long birch stick, one several times the size that it is. A switch. And it's making a beeline for my bottom.

"Don't you dare! I'll kill you! I'll... owww!"

It hurts. A lot. And I can tell it's left a bright red stripe across my nubile derriere. I squeal and thrash and struggle, but my arms are bound and my legs are firmly stuck in the mud. There's no way out. I'm condemned to stand here with my panties down while a tiny, insignificant faerie creature takes a switch to my naked ass in front of all its friends.

I squirm some more. Nope. Still stuck. The pixies are having the time of their little lives, pointing and laughing at my nakedness. I try to take some small comfort in the fact that at least someone is happy.

The switch lands again.

"Owwwwww! Stop!"