(The Day nature bit Boy in the butt)
Despite some misgivings, Tarzan had concluded that the best way to teach boy about the grown up world was to give him some responsibility. It was for this reason he had decided to leave boy in charge of their home while he took a trip to the other side of the jungle to collect provisions.
“Don’t Fuss man! Of course I’ll treat them well” insisted Boy “And don’t call me ‘Boy’, I’m not a kid any more, we agreed my name would be Guy in future!”
“Okay ‘Guy of the Jungle’” smiled Tarzan indulgently “If you prove you are responsible while Tarzan away I won’t call you ‘Boy’ any more “But, to earn grown up name you must behave like grown up!”
“Sure… sure” shrugged Boy impatiently, irritated by such a dumb conversation, and looking forward to getting Tarzan off his back for a few days.
Cheetah jumped down from the branch he was sitting down, waddled across the clearing to where Boy stood, grabbed hold of the young man’s loincloth and, with one mighty tug, ripped it off.
Boy was suddenly aware that all the eyes in the jungle were upon him. It was difficult to understand why he would feel embarrassed by animals seeing him naked, after all they had no concept of clothing. Yet, he did feel embarrassed and somehow humiliated. He had known most of these animals all his life, and had always felt superior to them because his intimate parts were covered, while theirs were exposed, now he was as naked as they were, it was as if his superiority had also been stripped away.
In fact he felt more naked than the animals, they had fur, feathers or hard leathery hides covering them. Without his loincloth there was nothing to hide his tender pink skin. Boy suddenly began to feel very vulnerable, and very exposed,
The animals also sensed the change, always quick to spot weakness in a rival, or in potential prey, they knew instantly that the young human had lost its dominance over them, the power structure had changed and this was their chance to take control.
Equally importantly it was their chance to chastise the youngster for his misbehaviour in a manner which would ensure he did not repeat it. They had watched the alpha male human chastise the boy in the past and recalled that he directed his attack at a particular part of the young man’s anatomy, his bare, pink rump.
So powerful was the kick that it sent Boy flying into a tree landing bare bottom up in the fork of two branches.
“Let me down!” demanded Boy “Let me down NOW!” but the elephant paid him no heed and kept on marching towards the edge of the jungle still carrying the sore bottomed and increasingly alarmed Boy.
Reaching the edge of the jungle, Jando approached a a large patch of prickly pear cactuses where he stopped holding Boy dangling above the spiky plants. Boy looked down at the cactus and saw the sharp pointy spines pointing up at him, and suddenly realised what the elephant was planning. “No please don’t!!” he yelled “… Don’t drop me!! ….. PLEASE!!!”
Boy, who had a low tolerance of pain at the best of times had never experienced such torment, it was as if nothing else in world existed apart from his poor tortured backside, which was now covered in both bulging hornet stings and cactus pricks.
He jumped to his feet and began blubbing like a baby, hot tears of anguish running down his handsome , but now streaked and blotchy face.
This was a lengthy process as there were a lot of pricks embedded in his tender skin, including some in the more intimate areas between his butt cheeks where they stung as if the hornets were still attacking them. Each extraction caused the miserable boy, who had never been given to bravery, to yell out in pain. He has finally stopped crying and lay there sniffing petulantly and feeling very humiliated and sorry for himself.
The final cactus thorn was embedded deeply in the most private, delicate and sensitive part of Boy’s bottom a fraction of a centimetre from his tight virgin rosebud and this extraction cause d him to yelp with pain “Be careful, you clumsy old baboon!” he snarled.
Boy struggled helplessly beneath the great ape’s vice like grip, protesting loudly and impotently ordering the animal to stop. Through his pain and anger, Boy was humiliatingly aware that he was, of all things, being spanked by a monkey!
Boy leaped to his feet clutching his backside and letting out a bellow of anguish, evidence for the first time ever that he might be a worthy successor to Tarzan, at least as far as the loudness of his jungle call was concerned.
Boy closed his eyes and sighed as the water at last brought some relief. As he lay back, allowing two rocks to take his weight while dangling his battered bottom in the soothing water, he thought back over the events of the last two hours and wondered in horror how it was possible that the jungle, which had been his home for eighteen years could have turned so hostile all of a sudden. He wonder if it had been a mistake to insult that witch doctor the week before, and whether his tortured tail would ever stop stinging.
Unknown to boy, beneath the water a large clawed African river crab was approaching him, the crab had never seen anything link the object in the form of two smooth globes with a tight puckering ring between them and what looked like a small eel and two spheres above, dangling in the water above it. being mostly colour blind, the crab could not wake out the bright red and pink shading of the object, but as it got closer to it, the crab could feel that the object was hot as it had perceptibly heated the water around it.
“What you do Boy?” boomed a voice from the river bank. At the sound of the familiar voice Boy spun round and saw that Tarzan had returned, and that from the expression on his face, he was none too pleased.
Unaware of Boy’s ordeal, Tarzan had returned to their camp and found it in disarray, Boy had left it in a mess had done none of his chores, and worse still the animals which had been left under his charge were all in an agitated and disturbed state, leading Tarzan to suspect they had been mistreated.
“BOY COME NOW!!” Bellowed the Lord of the Jungle “BOY BAD!!”his voice booming through the otherwise now very silent jungle.
However, Tarzan had decided the matter had gone well beyond a lecture, Boy had betrayed the trust he had been put in and deserved to be punished, and he knew from experience that the only punishment which worked with Boy was a good hard bare bottom spanking.
As soon as Boy reached the river bank Tarzan grabbed hold of him by the ear and dragged him to a low hanging branch, which, Boy remembered to his horror, had been used as a spanking seat in the past. Realising what Tarzan had in mind, he yelled in furious protest “No!! Not THAT!! anything but THAT!!” he cried “I’m too old to bed …… spanked!!”
“Tarzan think boy too old for spanking before!” growled Tarzan, seating himself firmly on the branch, and pulling Boy across his lap, before adding “Tarzan wrong, Boy need spanking more now older!”
“AAAOOO!!” yelled Boy “No please! My ass is so sore …OWWWWW!! it’s been stung OUCH!! its been bitten! …. its been … AAAAAAOOOOOOWWWWW!!!”
“That good thing!” boomed Tarzan “Spanking on sore bottom good lesson! Boy feel spanking and Boy remember spanking, then maybe Boy behave!”
And Boy really felt the spanking, as Tarzan’s massive hand landed “WHACK! WHACK!” right on a hornet sting “WHACK! WHACK!”just where Daxa the jackal’s sharp teeth had sunk into his tender flesh “WHACK! WHACK!” landing where the prickly pear had jabbed him “WHACK! WHACK!” on the bruise from the zebra’s hoof “WHACK! SMACK! WHACK!”right on another hornet sting and then on another ….“WHACK! WHACK! …WHACK! WHACK!”
Boy struggled, he cried, he kicked his legs and he struggled some more but all to no avail, Tarzan had him in grip no less tight than he had earlier been held by the elephant, there was no escape and no avoiding that relentless hand hammering down slap after slap after slap on his well roasted cherry red bottom.
The jungle animals gathered round watching in fascination as the eighteen year old sadist who had so recently been their tormentor received the latest stage of his well overdue comeuppance.
“After now Tarzan spank Boy often” bellowed Tarzan “Boy never too old for spanking!” and boy could tell from his tone that he meant it.
At last he released his grip, and boy stumbled to his feet, rubbing his hand blasted behind and sobbing like a child, huge wet tears running down his streaked and reddened face.
“Boy Learn lesson?” demanded Tarzan
Sadly Boy had not learned is lesson well enough to realise when to keep his mouth shut. “Fuck you Tarzan!” he snarled “Fuck you”
Tarzan reached out and grabbed boy by the shoulder turning the youth round to face him “No Boy!” he snapped “Now Tarzan, him fuck you!”
As most of the jungle slept the night creatures were aware of a warm pink glow in the darkness and it was not coming from the glow worms and fireflies.
On the edge of the forest the witch doctor whom boy had insulted chucked to himself as he gazed into the flames. Had the white boy been punished enough? He wasn’t sure, but would decide in the morning…………….