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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Scout Spanking

Star player spanked in the Locker Room

Team Punishment

Victory and rear exposure

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Parent/Teacher meeting gone wrong

Rent or Red Ass? Choose your Poison

A Sticky Mess, but the Spanking’s Not Over

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Tennis Brat Treatment – Story by wwecollector

story by wwecollector https://www.deviantart.com/wwecollector

James Fitzpatrick is a good Tennis Player. He’s been consistently ranked amongst the very best players of all time as he was dubbed the “Youngest Tennis Champion” when he was still in the junior division. All these accolades at the age of 22 made him one of the most absurd, self absorbed, and cocky tennis players of all time, if not the most annoying.

To make things worse, he was also a Social Media Influencer. His videos and social media pages are ranked at the top spot because he’s constantly providing thristrap photos in the hopes that people don’t really see right through him; and the truth is, he was only a good Tennis Player, not Championship material.

His over the top bravado and toxic masculinity of arrogance made him the ire of the entire locker room. He mocked players, both men and women, that because they didn’t have the biggest social media following as him, they weren’t getting any sponsors and in turn, hindering their chances of being “Championship material” in the eyes of investors.

Because of this tactic where he constantly negates his opponents, he found himself at the finals of the ATP Tournament. The ATP Finals is a big deal in the Tennis World: this is the stage where Men are immortalized. James knew that it was his birth right to be Tennis Master and everyone else was below him.

Then, the only Man who he can’t annoy or intimidate arrived in the form of Hüber De Groot, the brown haired Dutch Player whom many admire. Unlike James, Hüber didn’t use social media much and it added to his sex appeal, rivaling James. James was always angry of this certain rival and that was his first mistake, he let Hüber enter under his skin and as the match went on, the Dutchman was proclaimed the ultimate champion.

Angered, embarrassed, and humiliated, James Fitzpatrick did what James Fitzpatrick did best: throw a temper tantrum when things don’t go his way. He hurled insults to the referees, audience members, and to Hüber himself. He cussed and spoke every profanity that ever existed and hurled it at the Dutchman, which gained no reaction from him whatsoever.

The breaking point however was when James threw his tennis racket accidentally and it hit Hüber’s younger brother, Jansen, in the face. Hüber chased after James after that and a fight ensued.

After what felt like forever, James accidentally tripped and found himself flying straight to the net, trapping his upper body, making him unable to move yet perfectly exposing his most vulnerable body parts. Hüber had an idea and called for a referee James insulted earlier. He instructed the referee to place his hand on top of James back and lift up his, sweaty, blue briefs in order to give the tennis brat an uncomfortable and humiliating wedgie over the net.

The wedgie was so painful that James screamed and squeeled like a pig, never in his entire life has he gotten wedgies before, he was usually the one giving them and it made him feel powerless. Next, Hüber pulled down James’ shorts and proceeded to spank him with his own Tennis Racket straight in the ass, leaving behind a checkered pattern on his reddening buttcheeks.

James pleaded and begged to be released but the crowd kept on cheering. Even the tennis committee approved of what they were witnessing. To make things more nightmarish for James, Hübert called all the guys and girls James insulted at the start of the tournament and handed them his own racket.

One by one, they started whacking and beating his plumpy tush as if the racket was a meat tenderizer and James’ behind was the beef. The spanking continued despite James crying but the wedgie spanking combo didn’t stop until all of the referees and the entire committee had their turn. He was such a pain in their asses for years and it was time James Fitzpatrick learn what it means to have an ass that’s painful.

When the spankings stopped, James went home and crashed on the bed. When he woke up, his very red cheeks were the trending photos and his predicament being the trending video with the title being “Tennis Brat Treatment” and the poster of the video? None other than Jansen De Groot, the one person he shouldn’t have accidentally hit in the face. Maybe this time, James would learn but if he won’t, the entire Tennis Association is there to give him the best treatment fit for a brat.

MadMap’s Comics Blog: Tom of the Titans—The Strange Case of Spanking and Soccer – By Kinky Callum

MadMap’s Comics Blog: Tom of the Titans—The Strange Case of Spanking and Soccer

Hey, what’s up, comic fans? It’s your boy, MadMap, back with another deep dive into the weirder side of vintage comics. Today, we’re stepping into the cleats of *Tom of the Titans* (TOTT), a British comic strip that ran from the 1960s to the late 1970s. If you haven’t heard of it, buckle up—because this story comes with controversy, short shorts, and enough over-the-knee action to make anyone raise an eyebrow.

Let’s set the scene: TOTT was written and illustrated by Bob Goodhand, a London-based artist whose artistic talents were matched only by his apparent, uh, “enthusiasm” for very specific scenarios. The strip followed the adventures of Tom Trace, an 18-year-old soccer prodigy with a jawline as sharp as his penalty kicks. On the pitch, Tom was a hero. Off the pitch? Well, the guy had a knack for finding trouble—and for landing himself in situations where he’d end up over the knee of some authority figure, usually an older man.

 

Now, comic book spankings were not unheard of back then—spankings were a slapstick trope, used to show discipline or comedy. But TOTT wasn’t like other comics. For one thing, it focused on an adult (well, barely adult) male character getting punished by other adult men. For another, those authority figures bore more than a passing resemblance to Goodhand himself. Coincidence? Not so much.

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Offenders Will Be Spanked!

Breaking forest rules can have serious consequences, as two irresponsible jocks, Tad and Rusty, were about to find out!!

Run boys, your butts depend on it!

The sound of paddle on boy-flesh, accompanied by cries of pain, echoes through the trees.

The rangers confiscated the boy’s clothes, meaning they faced a long and embarrassing walk home, with their bare, red, well spanked bottoms on full display

 

 

A Feast of Festive Funky Monster

Some Christmas Spanking fun by Funky Monster

Big Bro getting Spanked for ruining Christmas

Dad gets spanked by Santa

Son in Law spanked over the holiday

When the naughty List is too long

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The second set of PhotoShop art by Funky Monster

Spanking in the Strip Club

Spanking the Best Medicine

The Bully and the Lunch Money

The Spanking Squad – Where the Truth Hurts

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