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The Humiliation of Redman Dane – Chapter Nine
The Humiliation of Redman Dane
Chapter Nine
“I want the changes to be made as soon as possible!” Commanded Lady Dane, her naturally assertive vocal tones now at their most imperious “Young Redman, for all his beauty, has been a huge disappointment to me, and I no longer believe he can be trusted with inherited wealth!”
Phineas Bullstrode, sitting opposite to her ladyship in her elegant suite in the first floor of Dane Hall, nodded gravely. He had been Lady Dane’s solicitor long enough to know that when she had set her mind to a matter, there would be no changing course.
“Redman will be perfectly comfortable on an income of fifty pounds a year!” she continued, “He can go into the Church, like most second son’s do, and we will find him a suitable parish in Cumberland, or some such place, where he won’t get up to mischief!”
“Cumberland, seems most suitable your Ladyship” murmured Bullstrode “…lots of lakes in Cumberland”
“I am also anxious that dear Edward, will be able to maintain the standard he’s become accustomed, since he’s been with me” She cast an affectionate glance at the handsome footman, standing a few feet behind her, before turning back to the lawyer “Edward has been a godsend!” she said “He’s so attentive, and he has such beautiful ….. hands!”
“Indeed your Ladyship … I’m sure” Bullstrode lowered his voice “the provision for Mr Goodbody is very generous “ before adding “I will have the revised paperwork ready for your signature by Monday”
“Monday?” cried Lady Dane “Oh no, I want it all completed this week at the latest”
“It’s a very substantial estate Your ladyship!” stuttered the lawyer, the journey from London was arduous enough, without having to make it twice in one week, and he was hoping for a weekend to recover.
“Friday … at the latest!” snapped Lady Dane
“Of course, your ladyship” mumbled the unhappy lawyer “I will return on Friday, with the paperwork!”
“Discretion is vital!” whispered Lady Dane “Redman must not find out before it is done, his pleading and begging would be intolerable!”
Her words were, in fact, moot, as behind the curtain, Redman was seething with fury. From his hiding place, he had heard the whole conversation, and he was horrified to discover what his aunt was planning. He was to be disinherited, expected to become a vicar in some Godforsaken pit town in the frozen north, existing on a measly fifty pounds a year!
Meanwhile, the harridan’s gigolo footman would be living in luxury, on his money. This was intolerable
He had to stop it, and he had less than three days to act.
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Joshua’s Bett
Joshua’s Bet
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For Joshua, it had seemed no big deal when he had agreed to the bet, however, it was a different matter now that the bet was lost, and he had to face the forfeit. In principle the challenge had seemed a funny thing to do, especially after the reassuringly numbing effect of three pints of Abbot Ale, the cold sober reality wasn’t quite so amusing.
His mates, Kyle and Bradley, continued to find the plan hilarious, but the difference was they had won the bet, and didn’t have to face the forfeit, hence the mildly malicious grins which were seemingly etched onto their Frat-dude faces.
Josh, was also a frat dude, and therefore his ego would not allow him to pull out of the deal, no matter how much he now wanted to. When it had been proposed, the idea of streaking round the zoo and waking up all the animals, was funny, especially as his laddish bravado had let him assume that it would be Kyle or Brad, and not he who would be standing stark naked outside the city zoo at 10 PM on a chilly Wednesday evening.
“Get on with it!” hissed Bradley Bush, “you’re not scared are you?”
“Nah! I’m cool” lied Josh “I’m just working out the best way to get in!”
“Climb over the gate!” suggested Kyle Drake helpfully, “You can stand on mine and Brads shoulders”
There was no option, Josh’s bravado had led him take the bet and that same masculine trait would not now let him back out. Determined not to let his reluctance show, he clambered from his, sometime buddies shoulders, onto the top of the gate, and then down the other side.
Given that there was so little to cling on to on the inside of the gate, he had to jump from a height of almost six feet, wincing at the impact of the hard ground on the soles of his tender bare feet. He should have worn trainers, the bet didn’t specify bare feet, but it was too late now.
Determining to get the ordeal over with, he gave a casual gesture to his friends, and then ran off down the path towards the animal enclosures, trying not to limp.
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Spanking Fun With Funky Monster (Part 2 of 2)
Part two of the brilliant spanking images by Funky Monster
No More Freeloading
Red Card – Red Bottom
Spanking Heist
Well Past Bedtime
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Spanking Fun with Funky Monster (Part 1 of 2)
Time for some hot spanking images by Funky Monster
Best Buds Spanked Side By Side
Coach Gets A Spanking
Good Grades /Bad Attitude
Leadership is No Excuse, This is your Lesson
To Be Continued
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The Humiliation of Redman Dane – Chapter 8
The Humiliation of Redman Dane
Chapter 8
For all his arrogance and his self indulgent sybaritical tastes, Redman Dane was a strong, athletic, and healthy young man, the wasp attack he had suffered could well have killed a weaker or older man, yet he survived. However, due to the trauma and venom pumping though his veins, his naked body fell limp in his saviour, the shepherd’s arms, and he slipped into a merciful unconsciousness.
Aaron carried the beautiful youth into the hills, and to his lonely croft, where there would be shelter from the storm, which the country raised 30 year old sensed was coming. Carrying an adult male, caused little effort to a man well used to carrying 200 to 300 pound sheep on his back, and within a short period, he was laying Redman’s lithe but now motionless bodyon the single simple rustic bed, in the small attic space which passed for a bedroom in his rustic home.
Redman was on the edge a coma for for the next 40 hours, delirious and unaware of his surroundings or who was with him. During those hours Aaron nursed him with great care and tenderness, applying simple balms and country brewed remedies, inherited from his mysterious grandmother, to help the young man’s wounds and ease his pain. As he did so, he marvelled at the loveliness of his patient’s body.
The local country maidens held no interest for the Sheppard, who had long ago accepted that his passions leaned towards a forbidden love. Therefore, he briefly had to battle with the temptation to let his hands wander from those areas in need for medical care, to more intimate regions.
Then over the next few hours, Redman began to speak, at first just feverish and muddled words which made little sense. Gradually, as time passed the words became more coherent, and, as the Sheppard listened he became first intrigued and then angered by what he was hearing. Reman’s anger and cruelty came pouring out, as did details of his crimes and unkind acts, acts to which the conscious Redman would never have confessed, were being exposed to the ears of a lowly country Shepard.
Also, as Redman spoke, he revealed his identity, and Aaron was shocked to discover that he was nursing the son of the most eminent families in the four counties. He quickly arranged for word to be sent to Dane Hall, that Redman was alive and being cared for.
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It’s All Cupid’s Fault – By Funky Monster
It’s all Cupid’s Fault
By Funky Monster
Valentines Day again. Brandon stood by the staircase window, watching couples stroll by, laughing, holding hands, and exchanging gifts. Meanwhile, he was as single as a dollar bill in an empty wallet. Every year, he prayed—begged—for love, and every year, he got nothing. Not a date. Not a romantic text. Not even an accidental love confession from a friend.
“Maybe I’m cursed,” he muttered, sighing.
Just then, a soft fluttering sound filled the air. A warm glow appeared behind him. Brandon turned, and there he was—Cupid himself, hovering mid-air, his chubby cheeks (both sets) glowing with divine radiance.
“Hey, hey! No need to look so down, buddy,” Cupid said, flashing a grin. “Love works in mysterious ways, you know. Maybe this year—”
Brandon sighed, nodding. “Yeah… I guess you’re right. Love is complicated. It’s not easy finding the right person. Maybe I just need to be patient, put myself out there more, work on—” He suddenly stopped, eyes widening as a realization struck him like lightning. “Wait a damn minute… this isn’t my fault at all!”
His gaze snapped back to Cupid, now filled with righteous fury. “I’ve been patient! I’ve tried everything! But I’m still single because you aren’t doing your job!”
Cupid blinked. “Whoa, whoa—hold on, pal. That’s not how divine matchmaking works! Love takes time—”
Brandon wasn’t buying it. “Oh yeah? You’ve had years to do your job! Face it, Cupid, this is your fault!”
Cupid gulped, sensing real trouble. “Look, Brandon, I know you’re frustrated, but let’s talk this out like rational—HEY!”
Before he could escape, Brandon grabbed him, spun him around, and in one swift motion, bent him over the window ledge. With a quick tug, down came Cupid’s toga, pooling around his ankles, exposing his divine rear to the world.
“Wait—WAIT! Let’s be reasonable!” Cupid squawked, struggling.
Brandon cracked his knuckles. “Oh, I’m being very reasonable.”
SMACK!
“OW! Brandon, buddy, let’s not—AHH!”
SMACK! SMACK!
“You had ONE JOB, Cupid!” SMACK! “And you FAILED!” SMACK!
Cupid flailed. “I—I tried! But love isn’t easy—YOWCH!”
SMACK! “Not easy? NOT EASY? Then what are all these couples doing outside, huh? Playing Uno?”
Cupid whimpered. “I can explain!”
SMACK! SMACK!
“No more excuses!” Brandon scolded, delivering crisp, sharp spanks. Cupid’s round cheeks glowed pink, then red, then deep red.
“OKAY! OKAY!” Cupid yelped, his wings twitching. “I PROMISE! Next year, I’ll find you a partner! I swear on Aphrodite’s name!”
Brandon paused. “Next year, huh?”
Cupid nodded frantically. “Yes! Yes! Next year, you’ll be in love, I guarantee it!”
Brandon narrowed his eyes. “And if you don’t?”
Cupid gulped.
Brandon raised his hand.
“NOOO—okay, okay! I SWEAR! No more single Valentines for you! Just—please, my butt is on fire!”
After what felt like an eternity, Brandon finally let Cupid go. The deity scrambled to pull his toga back up, rubbing his sore, punished behind.
Brandon crossed his arms. “You better deliver, Cupid. Or next year, we’re doing this again—and I’m getting a paddle.”
Cupid winced, flapping his wings. “Message received… loud and clear.”
And with that, he poofed away, vanishing into the heavens—hopefully to do his job properly this time.
Brandon smirked. “Happy Valentine’s Day to me.”
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