The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn
Silas Hooper sat at the bar in Annie Kay’s Coffee and Beer bar at the centre of town enjoying a lunch time Coffee and corned beef on Rye sandwich together with some man talk with a couple of the bar’s regular patrons. Silas had been a successful urban architect, but he had become disenchanted with city life and moved to this small rural town five years earlier where he now ran a relatively successful construction business. Usually a light hearted individual, who enjoyed a laugh with the guys, he had made friends easily and soon settled in. However, today, he appeared strained and serious, and it was obvious something was troubling him.
“What’s the problem Buddy?” asked grey bearded Cole Ritter, one of the small town’s only two doctors “You look as if you are carrying one heap of troubles.”
“Kids” replied Silas with a sigh “Specifically one kid, my step son Finn, he’s my ex-wife’s son from her first marriage, he’s been totally spoilt and allowed to run wild. Technically, he’s no longer a kid, but he sure acts like one!”
“Ah! Typical story!!” grunted Mike Palmer, the town sheriff “Spoiling a boy does him no favours! When I was working as a young cop in Atlanta I dealt with any number of spoilt rich boys ”
Silas frowned “Between us, he’s had a couple of run in’s with the law, so he’s been sent to stay with me, where he is away from temptation!” He sighed “But it’s not working out!”
The other men listened as Silas went into detail about Finn’s behaviour, his lack of respect, refusal to obey rules and general unhelpful attitude. “He’s also a damn lazy brat, this morning for instance, I asked him to do one simple task, painting some wood panels I’m using on those new houses next to the fishing dock. It would have taken him a couple of hours, tops. But, I turn my back for a minute, and he jumps on his fancy motorbike and rides off, who knows to where!” he shrugged in despair.
“As a Doctor I’d say that kid needs a good spanking!”commented Cole
“Plenty of spankings, … and paddlings!” agreed Officer Palmer
“SPANKING?” asked a slightly nonplussed Silas “He’s almost nineteen .. a young man!”
“So what? boys around here are going over their Daddy’s knee up to they are twenty five or more!” laughed Nial Russell who had been listening to the conversation from a table by the bar “It keeps them on the right track!”
“The best way to make a bad boy behave is to keep him bare butt and nervous!” added Officer Palmer banging his fist on the bar
“Isn’t that illegal?” asked a mystified Silas
“Not in this state it isn’t. Besides, I’m the law in this town, I decide what is legal. If you can’t do it, we’d be more than happy to help you out, wouldn’t we fellas!”
“Sure would!” laughed the Doctor “between us we can keep his little butt cheery red all summer!”
“How long is he staying with you!”
“The Court said he is under my custody until he’s 21, so that’s another two years!” the last words were spoken partly with a groan.
“That’s no problem, we are not going anywhere, give us a call anytime and we will do what’s required!”
“Thanks guys, but that is all a bit out there for me, I will try reasoning with him first, before resorting to anything drastic!!”
His words were greeted with laughter “Reasoning?!! Good luck with that!” snorted Officer Palmer.
Later, on his drive home, Silas was still a little in shock, the conversation he had just had with three seemingly sane and rational adult men, seemed crazy, and like something out of a different age. It was a conversation he would never wish his ex-wife or any of their liberal city friends to hear, He was also sure he would never think of spanking his 19 year old step son.
Meanwhile, on a country road eight miles out of town, the step son in question was most unhappy, although perhaps not quite as unhappy as he would have been had he overheard the discussion his step father had just been party to.
Finn had miscalculated, he had thought it was only five miles back to town, but it was closer to twelve, and his feet were already sore from walking. All his life Finn’s feet had been protected by expensive, high quality trainers and sneakers, so they were very soft and tender, and totally unused to walking, bare foot, on such rough terrain. He attempted to walk on the grass next to the road but that was not much better.
However, if his feet were sore, that pain faded into insignificance compared to his bottom, which was literally throbbing and burning as if it were still being assaulted by multiple angry hornets. His poor bottom had been stung first by a maritime sea creature, which, by some fluke, had ended up in an inland lake, this was followed by a god damn wasp, then he had been spanked by a muscle-bound hill-billy before the final coup de grâce of sitting in a bunch of nettles.
Somehow the stinging nettles had made the pain even worse by adding a tingling, all over, sensitivity to his buttocks and upper thighs. To add to his discomfort the nettles had stung the underside of his testicles, which tingled and stung as well.
However, sore bottom, feet and balls, were not the only thing causing his discomfort. The loss of an expensive motorbike would be difficult to explain, but worse than that, he was also faced with a very difficult and embarrassing predicament caused by the fact that he was bare butt naked whilst his clothes were in the back of some hill-billy’s truck, or at his step-father’s house on the far side of town.
The challenge would be getting home without being seen!!
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Finn, knew he was good looking and he was proud of his fit young body, he had no problem showing of his chest and biceps by going shirtless in summer, or wearing designer trunks to the beach, but being totally naked in public was something else altogether.
He had never liked being naked in front of other guys in the locker room, let alone, in front of girls! Only two girls had ever seen his dick, and that had been on his terms, and it was they who were totally naked. This time he would be the only one naked in front of fully clothed people.
He hated the idea of anyone, guys or girls, looking at his bare butt, especially when it was sore, red and so obviously spanked, as he correctly guessed it was.
There had to be some way of finding clothes before he reached town.
As Finn turned a bend in the road he spotted a house nestling among the trees. Assuming the house was inhabited, maybe someone there would take pity on him and lend him some clothes, or, if not he could steal some. Perhaps this would provide a means of rescue from his embarrassing situation.
Despite his sore feet, his step quickened as he approached the house, he could see it was quite old and in some disrepair, but there were signs of habitation, and that meant there were people who owned clothes living there.
As he crept closer to the house, he noticed that one small window on the side of the wooden clad structure was slightly ajar, presenting him with an alternative option to knocking on the door, butt naked and asking for help.
This would not be the first time he had broken into someone’s house, in fact he had done it more often than his rap sheet revealed, as he had only been caught once. (which was not bad odds – or so he thought!)
The window ledge was shoulder high, but that was no obstacle to a lithe, athletic young man, gripping the window ledge, and with the combined strength of his arms and his leg muscles, which he used to propel him self upwards, he quickly jumped up and thrust the top part of his naked body through the small gap beneath the window frame.
Unfortunately for Finn, the window was old and poorly maintained, and the vibration caused by his weight pushing down on the sill, caused he window frame to fall down onto the middle of his back trapping him with his head arms and shoulders on the inside, and his legs and bare bottom dangling outside.
Finn attempted to push upwards with his back, in the hope of dislodging the window enough to enable him to clamber through, However, if anything, this simply caused the window frame to become even more tightly jammed.
To his mounting horror, he realised that he was totally trapped, and to make it worse, he was in a very embarrassing and vulnerable situation.
The goddess Nemesis, who was not Finn’s friend at the moment, and as we all know to our cost, she has a cruel habit of exploiting vulnerabilities to the detriment of mortals. Finn was to soon find out quite how vulnerable he was, and also what a tempting target he presented, with his fine young bottom, exposed in all it’s rosy glory, hanging out of the window.
Finn’s next stroke of bad luck arrived almost half an hour later,. In the form of young Tobias Ruckman, who had been out in the woods, unsuccessful attempting to shoot birds with his sling-shot, and was taking a short cut home past the old Bowen house.
Tobias couldn’t believe his eyes when he caught sight of Finn’s nude nether religions hanging out of the window. Confused but fascinated he crept towards the house, to get a better look.
At first he was confused, but then surmised, that the person in the window must have been attempting to rob the house. He had heard of the barefoot bandit, this must be the bare bottom burglar
Despite his tender years, Tobias was an nasty boy with a cruel sense of humour. His sadistic urges has had been frustrated by his failure to kill any birds, hence he was more than ready to take full advantage of this unexpected opportunity to inflict some pain, without risk to himself. He quickly pulled his slingshot out of his back pocket.
He had used up all his pellets, but there were plenty of pebbles on the ground which would provide excellent ammunition.
With his head inside the house, Finn was unaware of the younger boy’s presence. Having finally given up struggling, and was hanging miserably in his increasingly uncomfortable position, glumly wondering what was going to happen to him.
He had no idea what was about to be heading in the direction of his still tender backside at considerable speeded.
Tobias picked up a smooth coin shaped pebble, loaded it into his sling-shot, took aim, and fired.
The pebble hit Finn at the base of his exposed right butt cheek with such force that his body jerked violently and he yelled out in agony. The pain was so intense that he initially thought he had been shot.
Finn’s cry of pain excited his viscous tormentor who rabidly grabbed a second pebble, loaded his sling shot and let fly. He chuckled with glee as the second missile, which landed in the centre of the same right butt cheek, elicited a similar cry of anguish, albeit this one mixed with anger.
Watching the window trapped Finn struggling and kicking helplessly, while swearing angrily, thrilled the malicious Tobias who quickly grabbed a third pebble, loaded it into the sling-shot and fired again. However, in his haste, Tobias’s aim was defective, so instead of hitting Finn, it smashed through a pain of glass above him. Finn was showered with broken glass, but luckily he was not cut.
At that moment. Ned Bowen the home owner arrived, having been alerted to the commotion, Finn’s shouts, and now the sound of breaking glass. He was carrying a pitchfork, with which he had been working in his hay barn.
“What the …?” he snarled, outraged by what he saw.
“He’s a burglar Mr Bowen Sir!” squeaked Tobias “and look.. He’s even broken your window!”
“Why is he naked?” asked the confused farmer
“He must be one of them kinky types from the city!” replied Tobias
“I’ll teach him!” growled the older man “no pervert is going to break into my house!” he lunged forward and firmly jabbed Finn in the behind with the sharp prongs his pitchfork.
“YEEEEOOOW!!” yelled Finn “Stop! Let me explain!”
“Get out of the Window!” shouted Ned reaching up and using his superior strength pushed the jammed window upwards and allowing Finn to wriggle free.
Despite the shock, Finn was agile enough to land on his feet. Deciding, based on the tone of Ned Bowen’s voice that, rather than attempting to explain it would be wise to put as much distance as he could between himself and the angry home owner as he could, and immediately turned to flee.
However, he was still not quick enough to avoid another pitchfork thrust by Ned, who again succeeded in jabbing Finn’s tender bare bottom with the sharp points.
Now determined to avoid any further painful jabs with the fork Finn ran back in the direction of the road as fast as his bare feet could manage.
However, as his feet were now so sore from his long walk he was unable to our run the farmer, who’s leather like soles were far more accustomed to bare foot running.
Finn had just reached a wooden stile leading to the bath when Ned caught up with him and grabbed him by the arm. Then, still gripping Finn firmly, Ned sat down on the stile and roughly pulled the younger man down and over his knee.
“I’ll make sure you can’t sit down again for a week, you little thief!” he roared and then set about battering Finn’s upturned bare bottom with his huge, hard and leathery hands.
As the sound of the loud smacks ricochet through the trees, accompanied by Finn’s increasingly frantic protests, as he kicked and struggled unsuccessfully to free himself.
Given that his bottom had already been repeatedly stung by various plants and creatures, spanked once and shot at with a sling shot, it was already difficult for him to sit down, another spanking was the very last thing he needed. However, that was what he was getting.
Finn had been on Earth for almost 19 years, and today was the worst day of that tenure, surely it couldn’t get any worse.
To be continued
One Reply to “The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn (Chapter 1)”
I’d have to say, that, Finn got what he deserved and what I dreamt.