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