The Tender Butt Kid

The Dakota kid had been riding for two days, and finally felt sure he had shaken off the posse which had been on his tail since his latest bank robbery. Her was tired and saddle-sore a that creek looked mighty inviting.

Stripping off his sweaty and dusty clothes he dived into the creek playing about in the water more like a ten year old boy than a nineteen year old outlaw.

The cool water felt real good on his tired and aching body.

Man his butt sure was sore after all that riding.

Exhausted from the hours in the saddle weariness finally overtook him and he fell asleep on the rocks at the side of the creek.

As he slept the sun rose higher and higher into the sky and got hotter and hotter

By noon the temperatures was approaching 100f, and the scorching sun shone fiercely onto the sleeping outlaw, turning his tender white behind, which had previously been protected from its rays, pinker and pinker.

Eventually the Dakota kid awoke, and immediately aware of a sore and burning sensation to his butt cheeks.

To his horror he realised he had a sun burnt bottom, he cussed at his stupidity, that would make the rest of his ride really uncomfortable.

Then the sound of galloping hooves distracted him from his sore behind, to his horror, he realised he had slept too long and the posse had caught up with him.

Crouching down behind a rock, the kid failed to notice the cactus patch behind him

The sharp spines jabbed into his tender saddle sore and sunburnt bottom.

His butt like a pin cushion the kid jumped up with a cry of pain, immediately giving away his hiding place to the amused deputies.

Laughing heartily the posse members gathered round to pull cactus needles out of their captive’s stinging rump.

One all the needles were removed, the sheriff threw the Dakota kid across his knee and delivered a well deserved but (from the Kid’s perspective) badly timed, spanking to his already well punished bottom. “That will teach you to rob banks in my town!” snarled the Sheriff.

It would be a long ride back to town.

And a very painful one for the Dakota kid, as his cherry red bottom bounced up and down on the back of the horse.

Unfortunately each bounce brought his behind closer to an ill tempered travelling companion, which also had a sting in its tail!

The End

Confiscated Pants

What better way to add to the humiliation of the boy you have just spanked than to confiscate his pants, so that his sore bare bottom is exposed to any and every casual stranger and passer by?!!

“I don’t care if your buddies will be calling by at any minute, your pants have been confiscated, and they are staying confiscated!! Now carry on with your chores, or they will see you going back over my knee!”

“Keep scrubbing! you will not be getting your pants back until this house has been cleaned to my satisfaction!”

Blog updates

I am sorry that there have been no updates to this blog since Christmas. This was due to an automobile accident which restricted movement in my right arm and neck, making typing and graphic work difficult.

I am now on the road to recovery and hope to start posting again within the next couple of weeks.

Those waiting to see more of Josh’s humiliating comeuppance will not be disappointed.

Doug

Josh’s Comeuppance – Part 2

(Click here for part one)

Josh could not believe what was happening to him. When he had woken up that morning, he had been Josh Farrell, the coolest (and hottest) dude on campus, hero of the hockey team, and Meadowville University’s premier babe magnet. Just a few hours before he had been the master of all her surveyed, the scourge of wimps and misfits, a proud, confident sports jock, convinced of his innate superiority and ability to kick the ass of anyone who crossed him, but now, in what seemed like moments all that had changed.

For the first time in his life someone else had power over him, and it was he who was on the painful end of a butt kicking, or more accurately, he was on the painful end of a bare butt spanking. Face down across the lap of a dick sucking gay boy, he was being spanked on the bare behind like some naughty little kid, and he was powerless to do anything to stop it.

Adam, the guy spanking him, had evidence against him, which could send him to jail for many years, and Josh knew without a shadow of doubt that, the bastard would use it against him if he didn’t get his way. The creep had said that he intended to spank him whenever he felt like it, and Josh was in little doubt he meant that too.

To make matters worse, his nemesis sure knew how to make a spanking hurt, he had obviously been working out, and was no longer the scrawny wimp Josh had once kicked unconscious. With a strong and seemingly practised swing, Adam was delivering an unending series of stinging swats to Josh’s upturned and defenceless nether regions causing a degree of pain which Josh had never before experienced.

Each swat felt like 100 red hot needles being jabbed into his skin or as if his bottom were being remorselessly attacked by dozens of angry hornets.

However, no matter how much Josh’s sensitive backside might sting, it was equalled by the searing pain being inflicted upon the arrogant young hunk’s even more tender ego. Like most bullies Josh feared humiliation more than almost anything, and here he was being humiliated in front of large and growing audience.

Not only was he being spanked like a naughty child, but it was happening in front of an audience, including his new girlfriend Stacy, one of the hottest pieces of tail on Campus and one whom he had been planing to deflower that very day.

In addition to Stacy, a growing number of swim team were entering the room from the showers and standing around watching his shaming. That it was the swim team made it even worse, according to a wide spread rumour, which Josh believed, this years swimming team were almost entirely gay, and those who weren’t actually gay behaved as if they were. Most of them had suffered abuse, and some violence at the hands of Josh and his buddies, and as a result were heartily enjoying watching him receive his embarrassing comeuppance, their gleeful laughter and applause serving to amplify Josh’s mortification.

Add to that the fact that Stacy and at least one member of the swimming team, were filming the scene on their mobile phones and sending the images on to their friends all over town and beyond, meaning that soon hundreds of people would know what had happened to him, and Josh felt that his ordeal could not possibly get worse.

Josh, of course was wrong, his luck had only just begun its hurtling descent into the abyss, in fact, his ordeal could get considerably worse, and indeed was just about to reach a new depth.

Much as Adam enjoyed the feeling of Josh’s muscular behind beneath his hand, his palm was beginning to burn from the relentless slapping, he glanced around for something else he could use on Josh’s backside, and his eyes alighted on his victim’s kicking legs, and, in particular, his expensive rubber soled trainers.

He leaned over and took a firm grip on Josh’s ankle with one hand, whilst pulling off a shoe with another. He tapped the shoe against his palm, and grinned upon feeling the stinging impact of the rubber against his skin.

“Perfect!” he laughed “you will really feel this!”

With that he began whacking Josh’s reddening bottom with renewed vigour, greeted with delighted applause by Stacy and the Swimmers, together with desperate gasps of discomfort from the unhappy, and even more sore bottomed Josh.

WHACK!….Whack! ….WHACK! The sound of rubber on boy butt echoed around the locker room as Josh , wriggled and struggle across Adam’s knee, clenching his buttocks, in a vain attempt to lessen the sting each blow inflicted.


Again and again Adam brought the expensive designer running shoe down on to Josh’s agonised behind.


Laughing with delight at the sight of the pattern which the rubber grip left, as if embedded, on Josh’s hot butt flesh!!

If Josh had thought Adam’s hand had hurt, it was nothing compared to the rubber soled shoe, which caused a searing pain almost beyond endurance. Within moments Josh’s bottom was a burning epicentre of scalding pain, worse than anything he had ever experienced. To his horror he felt the tears welling in his eyes, and the first sob swelling in his throat. Desperate to retain one last vestige of dignity, Josh fought in vain to stop himself from crying until he could no longer control himself, and at last reluctantly surrendered to his tears.

Sadly for Josh, the captain of the swim team had brought his video camera in order to film their swimming practice session and it was soon employed in recording his punishment

“He’s crying!!” yelled on of the swimmers pointing at Josh’s contorted face “What a wimp!”

Soon, in addition to the whacks, the locker room echoed to cheers and shouts of “Cry Baby!” together with Josh’s uncontrolled sobs.

Like most women who express great compassion for a distressed child, but little for an unhappy adult male, Stacy’s reaction to Josh’s tears differed from the swimming boys, in that, instead of delight, she felt only contempt for the jock, to whom only minutes before she would have happily surrendered the final memory of her virtue. “And I thought you were a man Joshie!!” she snarled “I can’t watch any more of this!” with a flick of her blonde locks she spun round and marched out of the room, anxious to tell all her friends what she had just seen, as Josh in his despair, knew she would be.

Adam allowed his gaze to briefly stray from Josh’s bottom to watch Stacy leaving. Her departure was well timed. Up to that point, her presence had been essential in heightening Josh’s humiliation, but it was best she did not observe what he next had planned for the unlucky Josh.

To be continued ……….