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Thanks to those who expressed a view about the recent change to the blog design. The results were very close.

Of those who used the reactions buttons the result was 16 in favor of the rather lively blog wallpaper and 15 against, however, when adding in this who left a comment, all of whom felt the wall paper was too distracting and over powering, those who did not like the new design moved into the lead.

I also agree that the wallpaper was “too much”

I have, therefore compromised and converted the wallpaper into a new blog header, and given the overall blog a more subdued but (I think) stylist appearance.

I may experiment with a variety of themes going forward, until I find one I like.

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The Sting of the Jungle

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 The Sting of the jungle
(The Day nature bit Boy in the butt)

 

Based on an idea by Ben

 

Tarzan was looking through some old family photos taken some years earlier before Jane had left him and Boy and run off with a white Hunter from Pensacola.

 

Boy, however had stayed, and the older man marvelled at how the lad had changed over the years. Gone was the mischievous curly haired child, to be replaced by the handsome muscular eighteen year old, of whom Tarzan would have been immensely proud were it not for Boy’s continued petulant misbehaviour and adolescent arrogance, which until recently had frequently needed to be curbed by the vigorous application of a firm hand to a young bare bottom.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.

Before Tarzan left, he lectured Boy, telling him how he must take care of the animals and treat them well.  The animals were all wild, but they lived peacefully with Tarzan and Boy because they were cared for and treated with respect “If Boy treat animals bad, they go back to their wild ways and turn against us!” he said “Treat animals well Boy, and they not turn round and bite you in the butt”“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.

Of course, bad boys will be bad boys and as soon as Tarzan had left on his trip Boy revealed his true colors, sleeping in until noon, fooling about in the jungle pools instead of doing his chores or feeding the animals. ……

 and jacking off at every opportunity.
He also began to show some of the less pleasant sides to his nature, including a cruel and sadistic streak  towards the animals in his care, such as beating the zebras and antelopes with sticks.
He took particular pleasure in inflicting pain on the smaller and more defenseless animals such as Daxa the jackal, who received numbers unkind and painful kicks.

Cheetah, the oldest and wisest of the chimps watched Boy’s bad behaviour with growing concern, he knew that the bad boy had to be stopped and punished before an animal was harmed, or the peaceful order of this previously happy part of the jungle become permanently disrupted. He had a faint memory that the human alpha male Tar-zan had a special means of dealing with the younger male when it misbehaved, he could not recall the specifics, but knew it started with taking down the youngster’s loin cloth and baring its rump, so he concluded, if he was to resolve the problem that was what he would have to do.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.

Give that back!” yelled Boy in outrage covering his exposed groin with his hands as the old chimp stood there seemingly grinning at him and holding his torn loincloth.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.

That same rump now presented them with a very exposed and very tempting target. Instinctively the  jungle creatures knew those two hairless golden orbs were the part of Boy which they should punish.

 

It was Leah the zebra, the animal which boy had beaten with a stick earlier that day, who was first to take advantage of that tender target.  Turning round he lashed with his hind legs delivering  a mighty kick to Boys backside, each hoof impacting squarly in the centre of a butt cheek.So powerful was the kick that it sent Boy flying into a tree landing bare bottom up in the fork of two branches.

Unluckily for Boy, the impact of his landing shattered the side of a hornet’s nest in the branches above, sending a cloud of angry hornets swarming out all intent of wreaking vengeance on who or whatever destroyed their home.  The first thing the hornets saw was his upturned bare bottom, which they furiously began to sting, dive bombing him like squadrons of kamikaze pilots and ramming their sharp venom filled stingers into his tender flesh, sending lightning bolts of sharp pain surging into his eighteen year old bottom.  BZZZ…ZIT!    …BZZZ..IITT!  …. BZZZ…ITTT!

 

 “YAAAAHHHH!!! ….. OOOOWWWWAAAAAHH!! …. YEEEAAAACH!!” Screamed Boy, as the Hornet swarm continued angrily stinging his backside “HELP!!!”  He struggled to free himself but he was firmly trapped between the branches and all he succeeded in doing was forcing his bottom upwards, and causing the cheeks to spread presenting the hornets with ever wider areas of tender skin for them to sting, and sting they did, with fury and gusto, Each sting like a fierce electric shock biting into him.
The pain was so intense that tears were soon and the arrogant eighteen year old youth began sobbing like a baby,
Then suddenly, just when it seemed that the hornet assault on his stinging posterior would never end,  what felt like a strong arm wrapped itself around him and lifted him up from the branches and away from the buzzing angry hornets.

 

Boy looked back and discovered to his relief that it was Jando the great elephant which had come to his rescue, scooping him up with his long and articulate trunk.

The relief was short lived however, for, instead of lowering him to the ground, Jando immediately began striding purposefully through the jungle, with Boy clasped tightly in his curled trunk. The other jungle animals followed the marching elephant as if the understood his purpose.“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!!!”

His pleas were to no avail as when holding his young captive above the most prickly section on the patch, Jando released his grip and let Boy fall into the cactus, the unfortunate young hunk’s burning and hornet stung bottom landing heavily on the sharp pointy thorns.

Boy howled in agony as the cactus pricks jabbed into his already hyper sensitised behind, which now stung as if all the demons in Hell were stabbing it with red hot tridents.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.

An old gorilla, who had helped Jane nurse Boy as a child, took pity on him and pulling him over her knee and began to gently remove the cactus pricks from the weeping eighteen year old’s tormented behind. Other apes came over to help with the removal of the prickly thornsThis 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.

This was not a wise move the gorilla was hugely his superior in terms of strength and was intelligent enough to tell from his tone that it had been insulted. With an angry snort it pushed boy face down and delivered a dozen hard smacks to his smarting, up turned red buttocks.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!

Finally the gorilla released its grip on Boy, who crawled away on all fours his whole being consumed by the dual torture of his burning bottom and the equally mortifying hurt to his sensitive young ego.

 

Unfortunately for Boy, both his butt and his would receive further punishment before the day was out

 

Daxa the Jackal, seeing Boy’s well punished bottom raised high in the air, decided it was time to take revenged for the earlier kick, launching himself with a single bound, he jumped through the air and sunk his sharp teeth into Boy’s left butt check. a painful nip, which, although it did not break the skin, was made all the more excruciating by the extreme tenderness of Boy’s overall nether regions.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.

Clutching his throbbing rear end Boy ran towards the river desperate to find some relief from the burning pain which pulsed from his bottom and through his frame.

 

Reaching the river, and oblivious to how ludicrous he might appear to any passing stranger, Boy gingerly lowered his blazing backside into the cool water, gasping at the cold sensation on his red-hot, bruised, stung and punctured skin, convinced he cold all but hear the steam hissing as water cooled his most punished part.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.

The curious crab reached out grasping a section of one of the globes between its huge claws and gave it a hard pinch.

With a piercing shriek Boy leapt out of the water grabbing at his newly assaulted bottom, it seemed nature was still on the offensive.

Boy suddenly became aware of a searing pain in another part of his anatomy altogether, he looked down and saw to his dismay that another, even larger grab had grasped the head of his penis between its strong pincers and was clinging on with a powerful, and extra ordinarily painful grip.

 

In desperation, he tried to shake the creature off but it just tightened its pinch to an even more agonizing degree as it still hung determinedly from the unfortunate Boy’s dick.
It took boy minutes of struggling with the stubborn crustacean until he eventually managed to prise his stinging manhood from between the crab’s claws and not before his poor little weaner was so bruised and sore that it would sting for days and it would be a week before he dared try to jack off…

“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.

Boy reluctantly made his way to the river back, the last thing he needed after what he had just been through was an interminable lecture in duo-syllables from his muscle bound guardian.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!”

With that he raised his huge hard hand hard in the air before bringing it down with a thunderous WHACK! On Boys upturned bottom, followed by another SWACK! and another WHACK!.“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.

It seemed to Boy as if the spanking continued for hours, and certainly Tarzan did not relent until Boy’s glowing posterior resembled nothing less than two ripe red tomatoes, and he was satisfied that his young jungle companion would not be sitting down for some days to come.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!”

 

 

With that, he bent the outraged and very sore bottomed Boy over and did just that!!and continued to do for hours until dusk began to fall!

That night Boy slept fitfully, the pain from his behind which now burned and throbbed on the outside and ached and throbbed inside, made it hard to sleep, and when he did manage to sleep he dreamed he was in hell and that demons were jabbing him in the bottom with red hot tridents, while forcing a massive phallus into his tight rectum.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…………….

Unlucky for Levi – Levi Johnston’s very public spanking

This was originally posted to JockSpank, but I think it is less likely to get lost in the archives here. This young guy gets a sore bottom AND a sore ego:

Based on the results of the JockSpank poll: “Does Levi Johnston deserve a spanking?”

Unlucky for Levi

It was an arrogant and self satisfied young jock’s worst nightmare. “This can not be happening!!” fumed a deeply miserable 21 year old Levi Johnston as he nervously glanced back over his shoulder at the brightly lit television studio, packed with cameras from a dozen TV channels, all focused on his very exposed and very tender bare bottom, as was the 500 strong, specially invited, studio audience of people he had managed to offend and upset in his short life, all grinning from ear to ear, and the positively beaming CNN TV anchor man Anderson Cooper, who was acting as host for the event.

But unlucky for Levi, it was happening

It was not supposed to be like this, when he had agreed to participate in the TV poll “Should Levi Johnston be given his own Reality TV show, or should he be spanked live on National TV?”, he never imagined for one moment that the answer would be a resounding “He should be spanked live on national TV!”.  In his swollen headed arrogance he had been so certain that the nation would go wild at the prospect of a Levi Johnston show that he had invested what was left from what he had been paid for the PlayGirl shoot and what he had made from the sale of his book “Deer in the Headlights” together with everything he could borrow, into advance merchandising, none of which would now be sold, leaving him with huge debts, all of which would have to be paid back.

As a result he had no option other than to go ahead and take the spanking in return for the paltry fee the TV studio had offered. It was either that or he would have to deal with some particularly unpleasant loan sharks, who would in all likelihood do considerably greater damage to a considerably greater number of his body parts.  At least after the spanking he would still be able to walk (and breath), if not sit down for some while.  

He couldn’t believe that the chicks would not have saved him, and what about his legion of gay fans, surely they would prefer to see him in his own reality TV show rather than getting his bare ass spanked, …… gradually the flaw in that particular argument began to dawn on him.

It hadn’t started too badly, East Coast Democrats in places like Vermont and Massachusetts, still delighted that he had pissed off Sarah Palin had voted for the reality show, but they were a rare exception not joined in any significant numbers until residents of the the crazier corners of California began to vote. Meanwhile, throughout the central fly-over states, the cry of “SPANK THE BRAT!” could be heard from sea to shining sea, growing louder as the states became redder. “Fucking Tea Party” snarled Levi under his breath.

However, the vote was by no means split on party lines, America’s demographic is changing and in many multicultural urban areas, which would usually vote solidly Democrat, people voted in droves to see the white boy get his little pink butt spanked.  Likewise, cities with large gay populations like New York, Miami and San Francisco voted for the spanking, few gays may vote Republican, or be  fans of Levi’s one time mother in law to be, but they are first and foremost gay, and they had all seen that butt in PlayGirl.  If Levi had understood the power of advertising, given his low pain threshold, he would never have risked participating in a vote where him receiving a spanking was an option after posing for all those extremely spankable bare bottom pictures, or that shower video.

When the results had come in they were devastating, and a clear indication that Levi’s high opinion of himself was not widely shared.  A gigantic 90% had voted to see him spanked, the reality show was the choice of a tiny, and primarily rather eccentric,10%.

Bad news, they say, often comes in threes, and it was certainly so for Levi, firstly some joker had stolen his clothes from his dressing room while he was taking a shower, leaving him with only a small white towel similar to that he wore in the PlayGirl shoot, to cover his young naked body.                        
Then ,when the security guards had finally dragged him to the studio, who should he see but Todd Palin wearing a huge, very smug, grin and tapping a large hairbrush against the palm of his hand.  It turned out the TV channel had asked if he would deliver the spanking, and he had waived his fee!.

Thus it was that the handsome, but very unhappy Levi Johnston, one time school hockey jock,  D list celebrity, nude model and relatively unsuccessful writer, found himself face down across the knee of his one time prospective father in law, in a network TV studio, wearing nothing but a skimpy white towel.

The towel did not provide protection for very long, as a gleeful Todd immediately reached down and firmly lifted it up revealing the very tempting target of Levi’s bare 21 year old bottom.

At that very moment seismologists with particularly sensitive equipment would have reported a slight tremor running across the nation, as, in unison, two hundred million viewers moved closer to their TV sets, had they not all been watching their own televisions or live streaming at the time.      

Levi hung his head in shame, his face glowing hot and pink with embarrassment, and with the horror of knowing his total humiliation was about to get infinitely worse.

“Good evening Todd …and .. uh.. Levi!” rasped an unusually animated Anderson Cooper “Welcome to Network TV’s one off, 90 minute, prime time event “Levi Johnston Spanked Live”

“Well Hello Anderson!” replied a cheerful Todd Palin, while a miserable, humiliated, and delightfully bare bottomed Levi just glowered silently.

“As I say, this a 90 minute live show Todd, are you up to it?” asked Anderson Cooper raising an already arched eyebrow  
 
“Don’t worry Anderson, I’ll fill that slot, with footage to spare” grinned Todd “When do I get to start?”

“When you are ready!”

Todd was more than ready and did not need to be asked twice. He immediately raised the hairbrush above his head, before bringing it down with a stinging WHACK!” on Levi’s quivering pink butt cheek, followed within nano-seconds by a ringing SWACK! across the other inviting and equally trembling butt cheek.

YAAAAOOOWWW! ….. AAAAGGGHHOOW!” yelled Levi “Stop, I’ve changed my mind!”

But there was no going back, Todd Palin was not going to stop, and the TV networks had sunk too much money into the show to let an arrogant little twerp like Levi to wriggle out of his obligations.  Levi’s protestations were ignored, he was getting spanked like it or not.

The blows continued to rain down on poor Levi’s exposed and vulnerable behind with a loud WHACK!! ….WHACK!! …SWACK! Levi was mortified, not only was he being publicly humiliated by being spanked naked, like some little kid, in front of a national TV audience of millions, plus a syndicated worldwide audience in numbers he could only guess at, but it also stung like fucking hell!!!!”

By now Todd was really enjoying himself, he was 110% straight, yet few things in his live had been quite as pleasurable as was toasting Levi Johnston’s plump little tush, it was something he had looked forward to for a very long time, and he was going to enjoy every moment, with each blow he  paying back the good looking little jerk for each slight and slur he had inflicted on the Palin family, and compensating for all the hurt the young asshole had caused. This thought reminded him of all the things the young varmit across his knee had done over the last three years and Todd continued to belabor the swiftly reddening rump with added vigur.   WHACK!! ….WHACK!! …SWACK! …WHACK!”   

Then, with one firm movement he pushed Levi further over his knee so that the lower part of the young man’s behind was uppermost enabling Todd to concentrate his assault on that sensitive area where the young jock’s perfectly formed bottom reached the upper back of his legs, an area which as Todd recalled from his own youth was particularly tender.

As Anderson Cooper watched Levi Johnston’s bare legs kicking in the air and the piston like rotation of Todd Palin’s spanking arm, he became aware of a odd, but not unpleasant sensation swelling in his lower body, which to his amazement he swiftly identified. This was most unexpected, he was a member of a particularly refined liberal social and political elite, a scion of a  socialist dynasty to the far left of the Democrat party, a debunker of birthers, a scourge of the Tea Party and, until now, a lifelong opponent of corporal punishment.  Yet, contrary to a lifetime of experience and against his better instincts, he was for the first time considering the possibility of being attracted to a Republican.

It would  take months with his analyst before he was able to determine which of the two men in front of him, and which of their respective positions, Anderson found most desirable.

Finally, Todd threw the hairbrush to the floor, however, Levi’s ordeal was far from over. A significant number of voters had chosen the supplementary option in the poll which said that Levi should be “paddled until he cried”, and Todd was determined that they should get what the voted for.

He ordered Levi to bend over and then picked up a large leather paddle.   

               
Levi’s who’s, now bright red bottom was already burning as if he had been attacked by a hundred angry hornets, looked back over his shoulder in horror at the latest agonizing instalment of his ordeal and immediately saw the bank of cameras all focused on his upturned bare bottom. He realised, with a searing  rush of embarrassment, that now his most intimate parts were on full public display.
In his horrified mind’s eye he imagined the image appearing on a hundred million TV screens across the country.

“It make no difference kid” chucked Todd Palin guessing at the cause of Levi’s reaction, “They already knew you were an asshole, they are now just seeing the evidence!!”    

With that he delivered a thunderous “TWHACK!” across the centre of Levi’s reluctantly proffered bottom, eliciting a highly satisfying yowl of distress from the miserable and bending 21 year old hunk in front of him.

The show would rank among the top ratings hits of the decades, in state after state parks and town centres were empty, as from homesteads and apartments in every city every town and every rural community could be head shouts of “SPANK THAT BRATT!” … “LET HIM HAVE IT!” …. “WHOP THAT ASS!” Followed by whoops and loud burst of applause.  With the exception of a small number  of anti-spanking campaigners, and  sundry misguided do-gooders, the vast majority agreed that the networks had rediscovered a lost art of entertainment, and in general they applauded the deal the main television channels had made with HBO and various cable channels, enabling then to change established policy, and broadcast images of male nudity at prime time.

At last the 90 minutes were over, and as Todd shook hands with with a highly impressed, and politically confused, Anderson Cooper, a naked Levi Johnston, tears running down his face jumped up and down clutching his stinging and seriously well spanked bottom.  In doing so, he unwittingly  exposed to the hungry cameras and cheering viewers that final part of his anatomy which he had kept hidden from view during his infamous PlayGirl shoot. By doing so, he ensured that his ongoing humiliation would be heightened by the endless comparisons and late night TV jokes he would be forced to endure, for months and years to come.  

As Todd watched the sobbing Levi rubbing his still cherry red bottom, which resembled nothing so much as two little ripe tomatoes, he had the satisfaction of knowing that a not only well deserved but also long lasting punishment had been inflicted.  He smiled to himself reflecting on the fact that although the sting would eventually fade from Levi’s smarting young bottom, the sting to his ego would be an unwelcome companion for years to come.

As an added bonus, Todd knew his wife would be in a very good mood that evening!!

The End          
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The results of the JockSpank poll – “Does Levi Johnston deserve a spanking, which inspired this story, can be seen in the right hand column of this blog.

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Messin’ with Sasquatch : Towel Whip – What happened next?

The following commercial in the Messin’ with Sasquatch series for Jack Link’s Beef Jerky shows a dumb college jock trying to impress his girlfriend by towel whipping a Sasquatch. In the commercial the unlucky hunk pays for his stupidity by the humiliation of having his pants ripped 0ff in front of his friends and being thrown, bare butt naked, into the lake:

This leaves the question, which no doubt many fans of Sore bottomed Guys must have asked, what happened next?
After all their could be floating logs in the lake, which might make for a painful landing!!
That’s gonna be painful …..

Ouch!

Also, the Sasquatch is clearly still angry and might decide that just losing his shorts and being dunked in the lake is insufficient punishment for the arrogant young Jock’s impudence.

One appropriate punishment would be for the dumb hunk to get his bare butt soundly spanked, while wedged in the fork of a tree, so he can’t escape, as shown in the picture below:

Or can anyone else suggest better ending?

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Thanks to Ben for suggesting this idea