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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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The Brewster Brothers Embarrassing punishment

 When the Brewster brothers were caught trying to rob the ticket office at the town theater Deputy Cluster called their father Noah Brewster and told him he could either deal with his sons or they could spend the night in jail.When Noah discovered what his boys had been up to, he decided that a very embarrassing punishment was in order.  So, with the enthusiastic agreement of the theater management and performing artist, when the audience, consisting of most of the local town folk had assembled for that afternoon’s show, Noah stepped on stage, dressed in his best Sunday suit, and made an announcement.  He told them that the main show would be delayed by forty minutes, and that before it started there would be an additional “warm up” act.

At that point Deputy Cluster led the two red faced Brewster brothers onto stage wearing nothing but their skimpy white underpants, and they were down around the unlucky lads’ ankles, leaving them totally naked and trying to cover their genitals with their hands.

Noah explained what the boys had done, and then announced, to a cheer from the already applauding crowd, that they would both receive “a bare bottom spanking, right here on stage”.

With that, he sat down and then, as Cluster led the embarrassed boys to him, proceeded to pull each one in turn over his knee and gave both the young rascals a twenty minute spanking, using various implements from the theater’s supply of props, which the manager had happily supplied.The  whole audience cheered and applauded with delight, they all knew the Brewster Brothers,  Randy and Rusty, and many had good enough reason to enjoy watching them getting their bare behinds toasted, their enjoyment all the greater knowing how embarrassing the arrogant young pair would find the experience.

Noah presented the audience with a great show, years of chopping wood had given him very powerful arms, and each boy was soon squealing and yelling as the loud whacks and swats echoed around the old play house.

 

Even when the spanking finally ended, Noah had more embarrassment in store for his wayward  sons, using the harnesses previously used for the actors playing angels in the Christmas play, or the  wicked witch when the town’s dramatic Society put on the Wizard of Oz, to the Brewster Boys’ horror he hoisted them so that they dangled above the stage, where they would remain with their bare, and well spanked bottoms on full view  for all of the three hour show.Noah remained on the side of the stage, bath brush in hand ready to deliver a few extra whacks whenever the red glow showed any sign of fading from the boys cheeks (which he did a number of times)

There were certainly eight glowing pink cheeks on stage that night.

 

 

Finally the show ended, but the unlucky young miscreants’ punishment was not over, for, when they were let down, they discovered that their clothes had mysteriously vanished, so they had to run all the way home bare butt naked.That was a day the town would never forget, and neither would Randy and Rusty Brewster, no matter how hard they tried to!!

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Locker Room Humiliation

 

Anyone want to write a story for this picture?______________________

Update Sept 1 2011
Here’s a story by Colin which was too long for the comment’s section:
It was the first fall semester training session for the college sophomore men’s team in La Platte WI.  Those weeks of recess meant that the team were buzzing with news of their activities and concentration was not top notch.  In addition there was a new coach who wanted their attention and was determined one way or another to get the team shaped up in time for league victories as the season got underway.
The problem was Wayne. Like many good athletes he had a fine body mixed with good looks but he also had a massive ego.  He thought, no he knew, he was the star and he did treat his mates as acolytes.  Just before the recess there had been a good run of results and Wayne had featured several times in the local newspaper reviews. Some of it he deserved but his  personal coverage was helped by his steadily cultivating a friendship with the geeky sports reporter.  To add to the pressure, Wayne had been on vacation to California and had become obsessed with becoming a movie star.  He now courted publicity at every step.
Wayne would in fact become a star of movies but he was not yet to know this and also which industry he ended up with a starring role in but back to the team session for now.
Coach was having some trouble with the team and was stoking up his anger. One of the guys had quickly picked up on his Carolina accent and had mimicked it to his fellow players.  This was disrespect of the highest order and he knew he would have to keep this player Wayne in line.  Wayne probably wanted him to react instantly but Coach was able to  keep his anger down and not be drawn into any situation that he did not fully control. Coach was however going to sort this guy out before long.
Just before the end of the session, he suddenly realised that Wayne was not in the main field of play. Then he saw him – posing on the touchline with a friend taking photos. He called him over and told him if he ever got a hold of the camera that Wayne would not like the pictures taken. He got him back into play and the session continued.
Practice over, a team of sweaty guys, overheated in the still warm evenings headed back to the locker room and a welcome refreshing shower session.
Coach waited ten minutes before he went to the locker room knowing by that time that most guys would be washed and around the room in undress and mainly just with towels. As he entered the room he saw a photo flash and sure enough Wayne was posing once more with another guy busy taking photos.  Wayne obviously thought he was something and was striking various poses in his jockstrap.  He did not see Coach approaching until an iron grip had him by the shoulder.
So boy! you want to be the centre of attention the whole time and you want a record of it. This will be my pleasure to help you out.  Let’s make some pictures now. 
Coach called for the guys to gather around quick and so it was a selection of guys in states of dressing soon gathered around. 
Coach told the gathering that he was proud to be from the south where men were men and were made so in the woodshed and anybody wanting to disrupt his sessions would soon know the consequence of a trip to the woodshed.  He reached up with his free hand and produced a paddle from the top of the lockers.  At the same time he sat down on the bench and pulled Wayne clear over his lap in a classic spanking position.  All the guys were paying attention now as Wayne struggled and protested and made a lot of noise.
Coach made more noise as he swung that paddle hard onto Wayne’s butt. A few more swipes followed and the struggle of Wayne changed and his noise became howls. Coach stated he knew Wayne liked his pictures taken and so he called on all the guys to get busy getting the shots on the cameras and any phones they had with. Wayne was mortified. These were not the pictures he yet wanted but had no power to resist.
Coach paddled away until that butt framed by the white straps was cherry red. He had gotten their attention as every guy was focused on the action and some of the clips taken would soon be viral.
Wayne was sorted this time real good and he would learn not to disrespect Coach through his butt.  Coach also made a mental note to tackle Jason another time as he could see that boy close up with the camera had a prominent erection as he snapped away and Coach did like to mix punishment and pleasure but that was private and not known to the lads today. 
Who wants to tell us about Coach and Jason? 
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Cory’s Comeuppance

Small town USA and the locals decide that it’s time the town’s bad boy got taught a lesson they all will enjoy teaching him.

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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!”

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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 ……….

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Poll Result – Josh’s Comeuppance – Part 1


It was well after nine, and Josh should have been making his way to a maths class, but instead he lay naked on top of his bed dreaming about Stacy Studebaker, who was his latest date and one of the hottest chicks on campus. Stacy was a total babe, a California blonde, with the sort of jugs, the very of which would send most red blooded boys reaching for the Kleenex. Josh had done a lot of thinking about Stacy that night, and had used up a lot of Kleenex in the process.

He had not fucked her yet, largely due to the unexpected appearance of her mother at a crucial point during their first date, but that would be rectified tonight when he planned, in his own words, “to fuck the lucky bitch’s brains out”.

Finally he got up and made his way to the bathroom, where he caught sight of his handsome face in the mirror, he grinned smugly, how could Stacy resist him? With that he turned on the shower and stepped in unaware, with the typical heterosexual fixation on his dick, of the fabulous display which his tender, white, nineteen year old bottom was presenting to the watching janitor, who had installed a series of hidden spy cameras in Josh’s dorm rooms a few weeks previously.

The janitor, who had frequently been the victim of Josh’s arrogant rudeness, had, as revenge, already amassed hours of video footage of Josh in various states of nakedness and masturbation which he planned to publish on the internet, under the title “Jack Off College Jock” in the very near future.

However, that embarrassing humiliation was still some weeks away, while Josh was about to suffer a more immediate, and physically more painful humiliation that very day.

The first hint of what was to come appeared shortly after Josh had finished his shower, and, still dripping wet and naked, turned on his PC to check if Stacy had e-mailed him.

Josh frowned, irritatingly, there was no message from Stacy, however, there was one from someone calling himself ‘nemesis’ entitled “It’s time to pay Josh”.

“What the f…?” muttered Josh. The e-mail might be spam, but he decided to open it all the same. At first the message did not see to make much sense, as all it said was: “If you want to save your ass, you will have to pay with your ass. Unless you want your probation officer and Judge Hardman to see this, come to the the Swim team locker room at 12:00”. Once Josh scrolled down to the photo attachments, however. the meaning of the e-mail became very clear indeed.

There on the computer screen was a photograph, which must have been taken two days earlier, of Josh and his buddy Chris in a back street down town snatching a woman’s purse. To Josh’s horror he noted that although Chris’s face was rather blurred, his own could not be in sharper resolution . “Shit” snarled Josh “I’m fucked”, an assessment further confirmed, as he scrolled down further, to see, as he had guessed he would an image taken moments later showing him roughly knocking the woman to the ground, again his face was clearly visible and easily recognisable.

Josh’s head begun to spin and he felt sick to his stomach, he knew that those pictures could send him straight to prison. It was down to luck and the expensive lawyer his Daddy had paid for that he had escaped with probation following his last conviction. The judges’ words echoed in his head “You step out of line one more time young man, and you will be going to prison for at least five years!” and he meant it.

Josh had a good idea what happened to boys like him in prison and he had no intention of it happening to him. He had no option other than to meet with “Nemesis” in the swim team locker room and, somehow get those pictures back, if it meant breaking some teeth to do so, it would not be the first time Josh had done that.
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Josh reached the Swim team locker room long before 12:00 and anxiously paced up and down waiting for “Nemesis” to arrive. As the minutes passed his anxiety and anger were rising in direct proportion, some asshole was trying to blackmail him, but what did they want, the e-mail had said he would have to “pay with his ass” which sounded like something a gay person might say, if some fag was trying to get their hands on his butt they would be sorry, that was for sure, they would be a dead fag ….. ten seconds after they handed over those damn pictures.

“Hi Josh” said a voice from behind him “you are early … I guessed you might be”

Josh spun round to face the owner of the mocking voice, and was confronted by a vaguely familiar face which at first he could not quite recognise, until he remembered that the last time he had seen it, it had been bruised, blooded and in close contact with his boot. However, the face had changed, for a start the body beneath it was more muscular and toned than it had been, and instead of the expression of fear, pain and misery it had worn the last time he had seen the face, a casual smile and twinkling eyes suggested a confident amusement which Josh was not used to seeing in his adversaries.

“You?” he snarled “are you trying to threaten me you fucking fag?” he couldn’t remember ‘Nemesis’s’ name but he remembered he was gay, or at least that, he and his gang had decided to accuse him of being gay, moments before they had beaten him unconscious.

“I am not threatening you Josh” replied the grinning man “I am just making you an offer, either I pass the pictures of you beating up on that unfortunate woman, to the authorities, with the result that you spend the next five to ten years playing bitch to a 250 pound lifer called Scar, or alternatively your cute straight boy butt gets to pay for what you did to me and to all the others who’s lives you have damaged.”

Josh clenched his fists, he could hardly wait to beat the grinning fairy’s face to a pulp, but he had to get his hands on those damn pictures first “Pay? … what do you mean my butt ‘get’s to pay’?”

“What I mean Josh” replied Adam, the grinning man,“is that you drop your pants, bend over my knee, and I spank your bare bottom, whenever, and wherever I feel like it …. and I think I am feel like it very often!!”

“You will do what?” growled Josh stepping forward with his fist raised “I’ll break your neck first”

“I wouldn’t recommend violence Josh” smiled Adam “Right at this moment I have a friend sitting at a computer, and if he doesn’t hear from me every twenty minutes, he is going to click the ‘send’ command on an e-mail which is right now sitting in his out box. Can you guess who that e-mail is addressed to Josh? And what is attached to it?”

Josh paused scowling at his mocking adversary. The fag could be lying, but it was a risk he was not ready to take, that image of the 250 pound lifer Adam had evoked was far too clear. What was he going to do? He had only been spanked once as a child and it had hurt like hell, he did not wish to repeat that, especially as, in addition to the pain, it would be really humiliating being spanked by a gay guy. However, at the moment the bum boy seemed to hold all the cards, and Josh knew that whatever the guy wanted to do to him, what would happen to him in jail would be far worst.

“So….” he muttered reluctantly “if I let you ….. spank my butt, you’ll give me those fucking pictures?”

“Oh no Josh, that would never do!” replied Adam “That would never do, those pictures are my insurance policy, and, besides, as long as I have them I get to spank you whenever I want to. One little spanking is not going to make up for what you did, from now on being spanked is going to be a big part of your life. If I wake up at five in the morning and decide I want to spank you, I’ll phone you and you will come over for a spanking. I may decide to spank you on Christmas morning, on your birthday, at Thanksgiving, and you will have to take it. I couldn’t do that if I gave you the photos could I?” Adam laughed “No way Josh Baby, as long as I keep the pictures, I own your ass, so I’m keeping them safe!”

Josh’s handsome jaw dropped open as the full impact of what the gay guy had said begin to sink in, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing but he knew his would be tormentor meant every word. This was the worst thing that had ever happen to him. “What could be more humiliating than being spanked at the whim of some fucking homo?” he asked himself, only to have his question answered seconds later.

“Josh?” said a familiar female voice “Why do you want to meet here?…. In the guy’s locker room?”

This could not be happening, but it was, Stacy Studebaker was standing in the open doorway to the locker room looking bemused, yet slightly intrigued by the unaccustomed surroundings. “What are you doing here?” he gasped

“You told me to meet you here Joshie” replied Stacy “I got a text!”

“Hi Stacy!” smiled Adam “Actually I was the one who invited you, Josh has been a very bad boy, so I am going to spank his bottom and I thought you might like to watch!”

“What?” asked the incredulous Stacy, turning to look at Josh “Joshie, what is he talking about?”

Josh stared at her in wide eyed horror, his mouth opening and closing like some very beautiful landed wish, but no words would come, this could not be happening!

Adam turned back to Josh “Silly me, I forgot to tell you about the audience!” he chuckled “and she is not the only one, the swim team will have finished their practice any moment now, in fact, I think I can hear them in the showers right now, so they will be here to watch as well.” he walked over to a bench in front of the lockers and sat down. “Right, lets get on with it. Take off your jacket, drop your pants and get that cute straight boy butt over my knee!”

Josh stood as if frozen to the ground, still unable to fully believe that this was really happening This homo was planning to spank his bare ass in front of a hot chick, who just hours before, he was planning to fuck, and the only way that he, Josh, could refuse him would be to risk spending years in prison having far worse things done to his ass.

“What are you waiting for Josh?” asked Josh the note of malicious amusement in his voice impossible to miss. “Get over my knee boy”

With a sense of miserable resignation and almost against his will Josh found himself removing his leather jacket, dropping it in the corner and walking slowly towards Adam. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Stacy, who was watching him with an expression of amazed disbelief, he knew he would never be able to look her in the face again, just as he knew he would now never get to ball her.

At that moment a further blow struck as a further figure , this one male and dressed only in a towel entered the room, soon the whole swimming team would be there as cheering witnesses to his mortification.

As soon as Josh was within range, Adam reached out with a well practised movement and unbuttoned Josh’s blue jeans, which he bulled down to the unhappy bully’s knees. “Over” he said, pointing at his knee.

Cursing his inability to resist Josh obeyed and was soon lying face down across Adam’s lap, staring at the floor with a fixed gaze, wishing vainly that it would open up and swallow them both. He flinched at the sound of Stacy’s voice, his mind’s eye imagining the scene that she, and the newly arrived swimmer were witnessing.
“Why are you letting him do this to you Joshie?”cried Stacy “Are you really going to let him spank you?”

It was Adam not Josh who answered her, delivering a sharp ‘SMACK!’ to Josh’s upturned bottom, causing the first satisfyingly pink mark to spread across the flawless ivory skin.

Josh jerked involuntarily, he had not expected a gay man to be able to smack so hard, but that first blow had stung a lot. He stiffened in anticipation of the next. Like most bullies Josh had a very low tolerance of pain, as a child he had cried for an hour and thrown a tantrum following a small injection in the bottom, so he had no idea how he would endure what was to come. He gritted his teeth and wondered if the next smacks would be as hard.

He did not have long to wonder, as Adam soon followed up with a second, third and forth slinging slaps to Josh’s exposed and vulnerable rear, each harder and more painful than the one which had preceded it. Every smack feeling like a dozen bee stings the hard relentless hand of a gay guy he’d once kicked unconscious continued to assail his perfect bottom.

However, even more painful than the spanking was the humiliation of being spanked by a faggot, in front of an audience which included his girlfriend and a growing crowd of wimpy swimmers, he would never live this down. At that moment a burst of male laughter told him that a futher member of the swim team has joined the audience. Already his facial cheeks were glowing pink with embarrassment, as the cheeks of his buttocks took on a similar shade.

Adam looked down at the prize across his knee, Josh Farrell’s magnificent, bare, jock bottom presented to him like some primitive sacrifice, to do with as his wished, and right now his wish was to spank it crimson. He had only seen Josh’s ass fleetingly, in the showers, and never so close up before, he had known it was a prime specimen, but until now he had not appreciated what a magnificent object it was. Firm and round, it was muscular, yet still smooth and hairless which made it seem tender and vulnerable, those fine buttocks were now raised towards him like two snowy, yet pinkening, globes, as if inviting him to spank them harder, irrespective of their owner’s views on the matter .

Adam was in need no invitation, and vigorously continued to spank Josh’s helpless and progressively reddening backside as he had so long dreamed of doing.

He had feared his plan would fail or that really spanking Josh would be a disappointment compared to the fantasy, but now the reality was here, it was so much better than he had imagined, he resolved to relish every second of his vengeance. He grinned with satisfaction on feeling Josh tense before each smack, clearly his palm was causing the intended discomfort to its target. With that he delivered a rapid fire series of hard swats to Josh’s burning cheeks, denying Josh the opportunity to prepare himself between smacks, and was rewarded by a snarled profanity from the sore bottomed boy across his lap.

Equally rewarding was the reaction of Stacy, who was staring with open mouthed fascination at her would be seducer’s bare bottomed punishment. The success in ensuring that Stacy was present, added hugely to the effect his well deserved comeuppance would have on Josh. It was vital to his plan that Josh was not only spanked, but that he was shamed and humiliated as well. The jock across his knee Josh had humiliated him in public, and now Josh would taste the bitter fruit of humiliation for himself.

Adam glanced across at the fascinated Stacy, if he had judged her right, she was not a girl to keep a secret, through her, and, of course the notoriously indiscreet swimming team, who were also gathering to watch, Josh’s spanking would soon be the hottest story on campus.

As he was imagining Stacy rushing to tell all her girlfriends that dreamboat Josh had just gotten’ his ass spanked by a gay guy, he saw to his delight that she had taken out he mobile phone and was excitedly filming the scene. This was something Josh had to know about!. Adam lent over and whispered in Josh’s ear “Just so you know, your girlfriend is filming me spanked your naked ass!”

In horror Josh looked back over over his shoulder “Oh no! Please Baby don’t!” he pleaded, but Stacy carried on filming.

Adam laughed out loud, knowing as well as Josh that, within minutes, pictures of his spanking would be appearing all over campus.

To be continued ………..

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Poll: What should happen to Josh?

This is Josh Bradley, he is an arrogant, straight, college jock. At 19 he is captain of the hockey team and a major babe magnet. However, he treats women badly and loves to beat up on gay guys. Josh thinks he is really cool, but we think he is clearly overdue for a dose of bad luck resulting in a really sore bottom. But what misfortune should befall Josh which will cause his firm 19 year old bubble butt to become so sore? vote in the poll in the right hand column and you might really get to see your vote coming true.

You can vote as many times as you like, and the options are:

1) Spanking: Josh receives a humiliating bare butt spanking in front of his girlfriend

2) Injection: A mad doctor ties Josh across the examination table and gives him a series of painful injections in the butt

3) A group of Josh’s victims tie him over a stool and use his butt as a dart board

4) Stung on the butt : Josh sits on an angry hornet

5) Josh is forced to sit bare assed on a hot radiator

6) Josh falls asleep in the sun, a gay guy pulls down his shorts leaving his butt to roast

7) Josh gets kicked in the butt by a group of angry guys

8) a horse kicks Josh up the butt

Any further suggestions as to what should happen to Josh can be added to the comments section, or send an e-mail to
sorebottomedguys@googlemail.com.

You have 14 days to vote and can change your vote at any time. Let me know if you think this is fun. (If enough people vote it is possible that two or more of the above misfortunes may befall our unlucky hero – you decide quite how unlucky he is!)