The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn (Chapter 1)

 The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn

Chapter 1

(Click here for the Prologue)

Silas Hooper sat at the bar in Annie Kay’s Coffee and Beer bar at the centre of town enjoying a lunch time Coffee and corned beef on Rye sandwich together with some man talk with a couple of the bar’s regular patrons. Silas had been a successful urban architect, but he had become disenchanted with city life and moved to this small rural town five years earlier where he now ran a relatively successful construction business. Usually a light hearted individual, who enjoyed a laugh with the guys, he had made friends easily and soon settled in. However, today, he appeared strained and serious, and it was obvious something was troubling him.

What’s the problem Buddy?” asked grey bearded Cole Ritter, one of the small town’s only two doctors “You look as if you are carrying one heap of troubles.”

Kids” replied Silas with a sigh “Specifically one kid, my step son Finn, he’s my ex-wife’s son from her first marriage, he’s been totally spoilt and allowed to run wild. Technically, he’s no longer a kid, but he sure acts like one!”

Ah! Typical story!!” grunted Mike Palmer, the town sheriff “Spoiling a boy does him no favours! When I was working as a young cop in Atlanta I dealt with any number of spoilt rich boys ”

Silas frowned “Between us, he’s had a couple of run in’s with the law, so he’s been sent to stay with me, where he is away from temptation!” He sighed “But it’s not working out!”

The other men listened as Silas went into detail about Finn’s behaviour, his lack of respect, refusal to obey rules and general unhelpful attitude. “He’s also a damn lazy brat, this morning for instance, I asked him to do one simple task, painting some wood panels I’m using on those new houses next to the fishing dock. It would have taken him a couple of hours, tops. But, I turn my back for a minute, and he jumps on his fancy motorbike and rides off, who knows to where!” he shrugged in despair.

As a Doctor I’d say that kid needs a good spanking!”commented Cole

Plenty of spankings, … and paddlings!” agreed Officer Palmer

SPANKING?” asked a slightly nonplussed Silas “He’s almost nineteen .. a young man!”

So what? boys around here are going over their Daddy’s knee up to they are twenty five or more!” laughed Nial Russell who had been listening to the conversation from a table by the bar “It keeps them on the right track!”

The best way to make a bad boy behave is to keep him bare butt and nervous!” added Officer Palmer banging his fist on the bar

Isn’t that illegal?” asked a mystified Silas

Not in this state it isn’t. Besides, I’m the law in this town, I decide what is legal. If you can’t do it, we’d be more than happy to help you out, wouldn’t we fellas!”

Sure would!” laughed the Doctor “between us we can keep his little butt cheery red all summer!”

How long is he staying with you!”

The Court said he is under my custody until he’s 21, so that’s another two years!” the last words were spoken partly with a groan.

That’s no problem, we are not going anywhere, give us a call anytime and we will do what’s required!”

Thanks guys, but that is all a bit out there for me, I will try reasoning with him first, before resorting to anything drastic!!”

His words were greeted with laughter “Reasoning?!! Good luck with that!” snorted Officer Palmer.

Later, on his drive home, Silas was still a little in shock, the conversation he had just had with three seemingly sane and rational adult men, seemed crazy, and like something out of a different age. It was a conversation he would never wish his ex-wife or any of their liberal city friends to hear, He was also sure he would never think of spanking his 19 year old step son.


Meanwhile, on a country road eight miles out of town, the step son in question was most unhappy, although perhaps not quite as unhappy as he would have been had he overheard the discussion his step father had just been party to.

Finn had miscalculated, he had thought it was only five miles back to town, but it was closer to twelve, and his feet were already sore from walking. All his life Finn’s feet had been protected by expensive, high quality trainers and sneakers, so they were very soft and tender, and totally unused to walking, bare foot, on such rough terrain. He attempted to walk on the grass next to the road but that was not much better.

However, if his feet were sore, that pain faded into insignificance compared to his bottom, which was literally throbbing and burning as if it were still being assaulted by multiple angry hornets. His poor bottom had been stung first by a maritime sea creature, which, by some fluke, had ended up in an inland lake, this was followed by a god damn wasp, then he had been spanked by a muscle-bound hill-billy before the final coup de grâce of sitting in a bunch of nettles.

Somehow the stinging nettles had made the pain even worse by adding a tingling, all over, sensitivity to his buttocks and upper thighs. To add to his discomfort the nettles had stung the underside of his testicles, which tingled and stung as well.

However, sore bottom, feet and balls, were not the only thing causing his discomfort. The loss of an expensive motorbike would be difficult to explain, but worse than that, he was also faced with a very difficult and embarrassing predicament caused by the fact that he was bare butt naked whilst his clothes were in the back of some hill-billy’s truck, or at his step-father’s house on the far side of town.

The challenge would be getting home without being seen!!

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The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn ( Prologue)

The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn


Finn was in a furious mood as he sped along the open country road on the expensive blue motorbike his doting mother had bought him on his 18th birthday the previous year. It was one of the various luxuries he had become accustomed to while living at home in the city, and one of the few he had ben able to bring with him after being exiled to live with his step-father in what he liked to term “Rubesville”.

His banishment from urban life had been a condition set by the court, as his last chance to avoid a custodial sentence, following various encounters with law and order. It was safe to say this was proving a challenging culture shock for a pampered and spoilt brat like Finn. Not only did he have a low opinion of his Step father, who was nowhere near as generous or tolerant as his wealthy mother, but he lived in a rural backwater with none of the excitement and diversions the city had offered Finn and which had led to his entanglements with the police.

As he turned a corner, he noticed a path leading off the road at the entrance to which was a large sign which stated PRIVATE – No Trespassing. Finn in his short eighteen years had not been accustomed to being denied anything hence the sign had the duel effect of both raising his interest and irritating him.

He was curious as what the secret was at the end of the path and annoyed at being told he could not see it. Characteristically, he chose to ignore the notice, swerved off the road and steered his bike down the bumpy country path. He was stubbornly determined to see the forbidden sight at the end of the path.

After he had travelled less than half a mile the path led him to a forest at the edge of which was a small lake and more signs one instructing him that swimming was forbidden, and another, which was half hidden by foliage, announced “NO TRESPASSING – Violators will be …” the rest of which was obscured by leaves. However, it was the no swimming sign which interested him more.

Being told he could not do something inevitably made him more determined to so it. Hence, after leaving his bike next to a pile of rocks, he quickly stripped off his clothes in order to indulge in the countryside pursuit of skinny dipping.

He ran to the edge of the lake before stripping off his underwear, then, when fully naked he plunged in.

The water was colder than he had expected on such a warm day, but he soon got used to that , and find the cool water pleasantly refreshing. However, it was also very salty, which surprised him, but did not concern him as he had spent his childhood summers playing in the salty water off his grandparent’s Florida beach house.

Although, as an occasional athlete, Finn excelled at tennis and field sports, he was also a competent and confident swimmer, and he easily moved through the glassy water until he was in the deeper water towards the centre of the lake.

It was there that he was to discover the cause of the lake’s high salt content. Although it was hidden by the trees and a small range of hills, the lake was in fact only a few miles from the edge of the ocean by which it was connected by two tidal rivers one above ground, and the other subterranean.

Only weeks before, a huge ocean storm had washed nany thousands of gallons of sea water into the lake together with various sea creatures, including a small swarm of jellyfish, and it was with these opaque but electrical little creatures that Finn was to make unwelcome contact. The contact was particularly unwelcome for Finn, for it was his bare bottom which one brushed against with a stinging result as a forceful electrical current surged through his exposed skin.

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The Shaman’s Revenge Part 18 (Chase Goes to Prison)

The Shaman’s Revenge Part 18

(Chase Goes to Prison)

Chase Colby needed money, and he needed it quickly, not only was he well behind with his rent, and the finance company were now threatening to repossess his car, but, on top of all this his new chick Lulabelle Handcock,was really high maintenance. He had borrowed money from a loan shark, and he was running out of things to sell and buddies prepared to lend him cash, so he could pay the interest.

He was running out of options other than criminal ones, which until now he had avoided. He had no moral objection to robbery, but he was already on probation and getting caught could have unpleasant consequences.

However, being young, foolhardy, and not very bright, Chase soon convinced himself that he wouldn’t get caught. All he needed to do was hold up a couple of guys and steal a couple of wallets, and he’d be back on top.

Getting down on his knees, he reached under the bed, and retrieved a brown paper wrapped object which was taped to the bed frame. He had kept the unlicensed revolver there in case he got back into trouble with the mob, but it would now come in useful for what he had planned.

Thus it was, that, later that night Chase was lurking in a dark alleyway behind in if the town’s more swanky restaurants, in the hope of mugging a couple of well to do diners, who would likely have a well stuffed bill fold and hopefully a wife with expensive jewellery.

After an hour it began to dawn on Chase that there was a flaw in his plan and that very few rich restaurant patrons would chose to depart via the back door where they could be more easily robbed.

He was about to give up and head home, when the kitchen door opened and a young waiter, who was hoping to grab a quick smoke in his break, came out. A waiter would not provide the rich pickings Chase had been hoping for, but he would take what he could get, and who knows, the waiter might have done well for tips which Chase could relieve him of, and Italian waiters often tended to wear gold chains, crucifixes, rings and watches, which might be worth a few dollars. It would be a more meagre hall than Chase had been hoping for, but it was better than going home empty handed.

He stepped out of the shadows and pressed the gun into the young waiter’s back “Hand up Buddy!” he whispered, attempting to sound menacing.

He was about to demand That the unfortunate waiter hand over his tips plus any jewellery, when he suddenly felt a firm hand on his shoulder and a voice boomed out from the shadows “BAD BOY! It looks like you have just breached your parole Young’un!!”

Chase looked back in horror and saw a grinning police officer pointing a gun straight at him.

I’d say you ass is in one heap o’ trouble!!” continued the officer in a slow amused drawl “One big heap o’ trouble!”


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The Shaman’s Revenge Part 5

Shaman’s Revenge Part 5
gets spanked (again)
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was painfully aware of his nakedness, made worse by the people people
all around staring and pointing at him. He desperately looked around
for something to cover himself with, but the only thing he could find
was a child’s comic, and that of course would only cover his groin,
and not his shiny red and well spanked bottom.
was no way the two teams of athletes would allow him back in the
locker room to collect his clothes, so he had to somehow make his way
home. Unfortunately, home was on the other side of town. The
quickest way, and his usual route, would have been through the busy
centre of town, but there was no way he would do that in the nude.
considered taking the side roads, but to his despair he saw that they
were also full of people. The only option was to take the long way
round, through the park.
ran as quickly as he could until he reached the park entrance, trying
but failing to ignore the surprised laughter of people who saw him
passing by.
in the park, he hid behind a bush and attempted to gather his
thoughts, hoping that he could think of some way he could rescue the
situation and regain his position as the top jock on campus. But no
solution came to him, his reputation had been permanently damaged,
and he would now forever be known as the guy who got a wedgie
spanking from the coach. He cringed, as the realisation that, at
that very moment, word was spreading like wildfire through the
humiliation was complete, how could he ever show his face at college
even more immediate problem was how to get home without showing is
bright red and very sore bottom to that section of the town who had
not already seen it?!!
a sore bottomed and humiliated Jordan was hiding behind a bush and
pondering his dilemma, in an office elsewhere in the town a telephone
rang and was answered by a muscular man in his late thirties with the
words. “Hello Gordon Draper?”
Mr Draper!” said a serious sounding voice on the other end of the
phone. “I am phoning from from the college to inform you of a
serious disciplinary matter regarding your son Jordan!”
Jordan” Mr Draper sounded concerned “Is there a problem?”
am afraid there is!” replied the voice “and it is very serious
Draper frowned “Go on” he said “… tell me more …”
in the city park, Jordan had decided he could not stay hidden in the
bushes indefinitely, and that, nude or not, he had to try and make it
home. So he crawled out from his hiding place and began to make his
way across the park.
was then that he heard the sound of voices signalling than a group of
people were approaching. Anxious not to be seen by any more people
he crouched down and began backing towards the bushes. However, as
Jordan really should have learnt by then, it would have been wise for
him to check exactly where his butt was heading as he moved.
However, as he was fixated on the direction the voices had come from,
did not think to glance back over his shoulder.
he looked back, he would have seen the large spiky Arizona cactus
right behind him, and realised that his, still very sore, bare bottom
was heading straight for it. However, Jordan didn’t look back, and
moments later his much abused and exposed behind came into contact
with one of planet Earth’s most prickly plants.
let out a high pitched yell, as the sharp pricks of the cactus jabbed
into his bright pink butt cheeks. And he leaped forward rubbing his
now pricked, paddled, singed and jabbed backside!! tears welling up
in his eyes. The Doctors little injection had now taken full effect
with the result all sensations, especially unpleasant sensations,
were considerably exaggerated.
Jordan’s thoughts were briefly distracted from the pain in his
backside, by the sudden arrival of a stray dog. Jordan did not
recognize the animal, but it recognized him as the unkind human who
had thrown a brick at it a few days previously.
Dogs have no concept of nudity, the ancient instincts inherited from
the animal’s wild ancestors enabled it to sense that Jordan was now
exposed and vulnerable. Now was the time for the hound to take it’s
revenge. Bearing it’s fearsome fangs and snarling the dog lunged at
for Jordan, he had the reactions and agility of that athlete he was,
and these enabled him to avoid the dog and climb a nearby tree,
instants before the brute was able to sink it’s teeth into his flesh.
if it seemed to Jordan that escaping the dog meant his luck was
finally improving, he was very wrong! Our ill starred hero had only
climbed about 20 foot up the tree when a branch gave way beneath him
and he fell forward into a fork between the branches, where he
immediately became stuck, with his front part on one side and his
still rosy red bottom and kicking legs on the other side.
struggled and kicked but it look him a good ten minutes to free
himself from the tight position he was in.
those ten minutes, Jordan’s beacon like bottom presented a group of
little boys a perfect target for their slingshots. 
was an infamous local bully, and most of the youngsters had either
suffered at his hands or knew friends who had. Hence, they took
considerable pleasure in peppering his already well punished bottom
with the hard pieces of gravel and small stones which they found
lying around.
OOOOWWW!! … OUCH!! … Fuck you!! … I’ll kill you, you little
c….. AAAAOOOOW!! yelled Jordan’s as the missiles hit their target
with significant speed and impact!
casual observer, might wonder at the mysterious coincidence of the
boy’s, equipped with slingshots, arriving just as Jordan got himself
jammed into the tree, and in so doing became so ideal for their
target practice. However, as we have learned, such coincidence were
now becoming the normality of Jordan Draper’s life.
Jordan managed to free himself, at which point the young boy’s made a
swift departure, anxious to avoid their earlier target’s fists.
checking that the dog had also given up and moved on, Jordan
carefully climbed back down the tree. He realised that his plan to
get home through the park had been a mistake, and that he needed to
get to sanctuary, to his clothes and some soothing cream for his
bottom, as quickly as possible, even if that meant running stark
naked through the centre of town.
his teeth he turned and ran out of the park and down the road
leading to Main Street. He knew this would be embarrassing, and it
certainly was.
Jordan sprinted across Main Street, people turned, gawped and
laughed, as he knew they would, sights like this were not common in
small town America, and would, therefore, be remembered and talked
about for many months and probably years to come.
his horror and increasing embarrassment, he spotted a familiar face
in the crowd. Lucy-Mae McCormick, the gorgeous babe he had been
planning a hot date with only days before, was staring with wide
eyed and shocked amusement, her hand clasped over her mouth. That
hot date would now never happen, as Jordan ran on he realised that
not only was his reputation destroyed but his sex life was as dead as
General Custer’s horse for the foreseeable future.
the shamed and naked runner reached the street on which he lived. As
he ran down it, that street had never seemed so long before, and why
was everybody out in their front gardens?. Old Miss Turpin out
tending to her roses, Mr Ericson mowing his lawn, the Turner triplets
playing with their dog and that sexy well preserved MILF Mrs De Marco
sunning herself on her front porch. All of them, all his neighbours,
could enjoy at his nakedness and still spanked butt as he ran past,
and being a handsome guy, most of them did enjoy the sight (although
Agnes Turpin had to lie down in a darkened room until the
palpitations subsided).
the back door was unlocked, as Jordan’s door keys were still in his
sports bag back in the locker room.
soon as Jordan got into the house he rushed into the shower and spent
the next half hour in a desperate attempt to sooth his burning bottom
with a carefully regulated flow of tepid, warm, water. At first it
had almost no effect, but finally the healing power of cool water
began to work its magic, and, although still tender and smarting, the
worst of the sting in his backside began to ease. With a sigh of
relief Jordan stepped out of the shower, and dried himself with a
towel before making his way to his room.
mind was spinning. Trying to fathom how he had ended up in such an
uncomfortable and humiliating situation, there must be some way he
could restore his reputation and then he could get his revenge on
that Martin Clifford fa…….
thought came to an abrupt halt as he stepped into his bed room and
saw his father standing beside his bed, his arms folded and a furious
look on his face. Bizarrely and, somewhat disturbingly, one of his
Dad’s size 11, rubber soled bedroom slippers was lying on Jordan’s
… what are you doing here?” asked Jordan, surprised to see his
hard working father home so early.
am here to deal with you son!” snapped his father “I have
received some very disturbing reports about you from the college!”
..what?” stammered Jordon, nonplussed by the sight of his usually
calm and taciturn father appearing so angry and agitated! He suddenly
remembered he was naked and quickly wrapped the towel he was carrying
around his waist. He had never had much respect for his father, and
certainly no fear, but now the man terrified him.
you stole valuable trophies and attempted to blame fellow students
for your actions. That you have been bullying younger and weaker
boys, and that you have brought our family name into disrepute!”
stormed the angry older man!
Dad… its all lies …” spluttered Jordan, “I can explain!”
time for explanations are over Jordan!” roared his father “I have
come to an agreement with the college, … and I plan to start
honouring my side of that agreement right now!!”
w …w what do you mean?”
have agreed not to prosecute, provided that I take you in hand and
start imposing some long overdue … discipline!”
discipline …?”
discipline!” as those words still echoed round the room, Gordon
Draper strode across the room and grabbed the still stunned Jordan by
the ear, before dragging him towards the bed, sitting down and
pulling his son over his lap.
have agreed with the college that I will spank you Jordan, and that I
will spank you hard and spank you often!” he grabbed hold of the
hem of Jordan’s towel and pulled it up over his waist revealing the
18 year old’s bare bottom “There has not been enough spanking in
your life Jordan, but that is about to change!!!”
No Dad, you can’t!” yelled a very alarmed Jordan “I’m 18 … and
besides, my ass .. uh .. my bottom is real sore!”
and I am pleased to hear it, I was told the coach had to discipline
you!” replied Mr Draper “I must thank him for, starting the job,
but I plan to finish it … NOW!”
attempted to pull away and get to his feet, but his father seemed to
have acquired strength he never knew he possessed, and firmly held
Jordan face down across his lap.
future, Jordan, when ever you step out of line, you will get
spanked!” he raised his hand above his head, and brought it down
with a loud SMACK! on Jordan’s bottom “If you are rude to your Mom,
or bully your brothers, you will get spanked!” SMACK! “If you get
up late on a school day, you get spanked!” SMACK!
yelled Jordan, “Dad please stop, can’t we talk about this”
his father continued “Anything less than an ‘A’ grade in your
college tests , will earn you a spanking!” SMACK!!
yelled Jordan, who’s lifetime best academic grade in school work had
been a D+ in English “I can’t get A’s!”
you are going to get lots of spankings!” SMACK” replied his
father. “In fact, to start off as I intend to carry on” SMACK! “I
will spank you every night for the rest of this week!” SMACK “It
is no less than you deserve!” SMACK “And, if you don’t behave I
shall do it again every morning!” SMACK “If you think your bottom
is sore now young man, that is how it going to feel every night this
can’t!” protested Jordan furiously “I’ll fucking leave fucking
dare you use that language to me?” SMACK “In any event, you can’t
‘leave home’!” SMACK “You are forgetting a little matter of a
court order!” SMACK “following the little matter of borrowing the
neighbours car” SMACK “driving underage, wrecking the car and
being caught in possession of Marijuana!” SMACK”The court put you
under my care until you are 21!” SMACK “If you leave home, the
sheriff’s deputies will just bring you back … every time!”
hissed a profanity through his teeth, he had indeed forgotten that
damn court order, at the time he thought it no big deal and that he
had got away with what he’d done, it didn’t seem like that now.
two and a half years until you are twenty one son, I know maths
isn’t your strong point, but you can get a hell of a lot of spankings
in two and a half years!”
… no Dad please!!” wailed a now very miserable Jordan
that point the bedroom door opened, and Jordan’s two younger
brothers, made curious by the noise, entered the room!
OUT” shouted Jordan “Make them leave Dad, I don’t want them to
see this..!!!”
brothers can stay and watch!” replied Mr Draper “It will do them
good to see what happens top naughty boys …. even if they are 18!
embarrassment at his spanking being watched by his brothers would
have been even worse, had he realised that, with the bedroom windows
open the sound of his bare bottom spanking was floating out of the
window to the street below where a crowd was already gathering. A
curious observer might ask why both Martin Clifford and Coach
Amundsen had chosen to walk down that suburban street that very
afternoon. However, the curious observers were too occupied by the
sounds coming from Jordan’s bedroom to notice the two men joining
however, noticed each other and exchanged a glance, which briefly
revealed a kinship. The coach maintained a straight faced expression,
but Martin could not hide the grin which spread across his face as he
realised that he was not alone in the sensations he was feeling.
thrill of previously unknown excitement ran through him, as he
listened the smacks and yelps coming from the open bedroom window, in
his mind’s eye he imagined Mr Draper’s hard palm smacking down again
and again onto Jordan’s beautifully formed bottom. Handsome swimming
jock Jordan Draper was getting the comeuppance he so deserved, and
the excitement and pleasure which that knowledge gave Martin would
stay with him for a long while.
the men outside the house, continued to listen to Jordan’s spanking,
a very old man hobbled past them. Goran, for it was he, stopped
briefly and listened to the sounds. He then chuckled to himself,
straightened up and then walked on, now with a renewed and more
youthful vigour to his stride.
in the bedroom the smacks had turned to WHACKS as Mr Draper had
picked up his slipper and begun spanking Jordan with that. The towel
had fallen away, and Jordan was now naked. The pain in his bottom
was now unbearable, and despite being observed by his little
brothers, tears were now streaming down his face and he, Jordan
Draper, the handsomest and coolest dude on campus was crying and
blubbering like a little kid.
in his 18 year on earth had been so painful and humiliating. He had
been publicly shamed, stripped naked, his bottom subjected to a
multitude of agonising punishments, and now it seemed he was facing a
full week of spankings. It could not possibly get worse than this
could it ……..?

The Sting of the Jungle – Boy’s Return

Sting of the Jungle -Boy’s Return

airplane was into it’s thirteenth hour of the flight across the
Atlantic, and Boy was now unbearably bored. True to form, he had also
made himself extraordinarily unpopular with the flight crew and his
fellow passengers with is arrogant and rude bad behaviour and
constant demands.
had reached the point where most of the other passengers had moved to
seats as far away from this handsome, practically naked but
chronically unpleasant young man.
when Boy could not bare the boredom any longer he called out to the
flight attendant “How much longer is this Goddam flight?!” he
flight attendant looked at Boy with hardly disguised dislike “We
land in Kinshasa in an hour … S ..” she gritted her teeth “Sir!”
you stupid moron!” snapped Boy “What time to we land at the
Jungle airport?”
flight does not land at The Jungle airport” she replied “We fly
over the jungle, direct to Kinshasa”
shouted Boy “I need to get off at the Jungle airport!!”
can not land at the jungle” replied the attendant “this plane is
too large for the jungle runway!” she frowned with exasperation,
this was the most infuriating passenger she had ever encountered “It
is quite clear on your ticket that this is a non-stop flight, you
will need to get a connecting flight back to the jungle!”
course, Boy had spent all the money he had managed with him when he
escaped from the city, and could not afford a second flight. With
characteristic truculance he decided to try and bully the flight crew
into landing at the jungle stop.”I demand to see the pilot!” he
shouted “I need to get off this plane in the jungle!!”
can’t see the pilot!” sighed the attendant “He’s busy … you
know … flying the plane!”
me to him!” snapped boy, leaping from his seat and turning towards
the cockpit.
that Boy seemed serious, the flight attendant called over two male
flight attendants to assist her “This …….. passenger failed to
read his ticket correctly, and is demanding we drop him off in the
jungle!” she said.
two male attendants had been observing Boy’s rude and obnoxious
behaviour, ever since he started acting up after about an hour into
the flight, and new he was going to be difficult. However, at first
they began patiently trying to reason with him.
in am aisle seat in the next row to Boy Herman Kettering had watched
the scene unfolding. As a gay man, despite Boy’s outrageous
behaviour, he could not fail to be struck by how hot physically the
young blonde hunk was. This was especially obvious given Boy’s
limited attire of only a jockstrap and a pair or white socks.
was also a keen collector of male spanking videos and a fan of the
JockSpank blog, so when Boy stood up his eye was immediately drawn to
the lad’s perfectly formed bare white bottom, framed with the straps
of his jockstrap, and he began to imagine all the different forms of
discipline he would just love to inflict of that tempting object.
was the ongoing curse of Boy’s life, that so many people
instinctively wanted to spank him.
the two flight attendants were also both becoming drawn to the
prospect of an act of violence against Boy. Even for two men so well
used to dealing with difficult customers it was not long before they
were both totally exasperated with this semi-naked but highly self
opinionated youth.
their exasperation turned to anger, when Boy actually attempted to
storm the cockpit demanding to speak to the pilot. The men grabbed
hold of him and began to drag him towards the back of the plane. It
was only then, too late that Boy began to understand that just maybe
he had again gone too far.
fella’” snarled one of the men “You want to land in the jungle?
Well, we can arrange that!!” he was so angry that, whilst his
colleague held onto Boy, he literally ripped one of the attendant
seats from the wall, leaving the back portion of the seat still
screwed to the wall. The men then tied Boy to the seat in a sitting
position, with his, jockstrap framed, bare bottom sticking out of the
gap at the back where it had been pulled from the wall.
Boy struggled against the ropes attaching his wrists and thighs to
the seat, the men began attachomh a parachute to the chair arms.
“What the fuck ate you doing?!!!” yelled Boy.
men did not answer, but the look of thunderous fury on their faces
told him, that, whatever it was they were doing, he was not going to
like it!!
of the men proceeded to turn a handle which opened a hatch door in
the side of the aircraft and all three of them were hit by a powerful
gust of air.
can’t be serious!!” stammered Boy, as he suddenly realised what was
being planned, but the men were deadly serious. If Boy wanted to land
in the jungle, they were only too happy to accommodate that wish,
however, the plane would not be landing there with him.
a powerful kick, delivered to the centre of Boy’s bottom, they sent
him, attached firmly to the chair frame, flying out of the side of
the plane into the open sky outside. 
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was lucky that the men had opened a hatch at the back of the plane,
so he avoided the danger of being hit by the wing or sucked into the
jet engine, but that was about the limit of Boy’s good luck, as to
the rest, his luck was very much erring to the side of bad!!.
kick had been hard enough to send him beyond the tail fin of the
aircraft as it zoomed past, but it had also been hard enough to be
very painful, especially as Boy’s bottom was still tender from the
tennis ball bombardment in had undergone less than 24 hours before.
As regular readers might have guessed, however, it would, of course,
be a lot more tender before the day was out.
aircraft was swiftly vanishing into the distant horizon, leaving boy
falling through the empty sky, firmly attached to the frame of the
seat to which the men had tied him.
had antagonised many people in his time, but this time it had reached
a point where the two flight attendants had been provoked to an act
which put boy at risk of death or serious injury, and that, so far,
was a first.
was clear to Boy that those risks were significant, it was also
obvious to him that he could not do a thing about it. The parachute
the men had used was designed to take the weight of an average adult,
however, the additional weight of the chair frame to which Boy was
tied was beyond it’s capacity. 
As a result, Boy was hurtling towards
the ground at an alarming speed.
descent picked up speed as Boy approached the jungle canopy, before
crashing through it, into the dark jungle below, tree branches
whipping against the terrified youth’s legs and exposed buttocks as
he fell through that. “OWW! …. OUCH!! …. OWW!” he yelled.
about thirty feet from hitting the jungle floor, at what would have
been bone shattering speed, Boy’s fall was brought to a sudden
jarring halt, as the parachute became entangled in branches,
arresting his descent and leaving him dangling among the trees.
took Boy a few seconds to realise what had happened, and that he was
not a dead or, at least, shattered mess lying on the jungle floor, as
the flimsy parachute had saved him after all.
before Boy was able to celebrate his good luck, an angry buzzing
sound behind him brought with it the horrifying realisation that, as
was usually the pattern of his life, his luck had not going to be as
good as it might otherwise have been.
back over his shoulder, with a deep sense of foreboding, he saw that
he was hanging next to an African wasps nest, nestling beneath the
tree branch from which his was hanging. To make matters infinitely
worse, he was positioned in such a way that his exposed bare bottom
was dangling mere centimetres from the entrance to the nest, from
which angry buzzing wasps were emerging in battle ready numbers and a
matching warlike attitude.
been attacked by African wasps in the past, Boy knew how painful
their stings could be. A feeling of blind panic gripped him and he
frantically began attempting to free himself from the ropes which
held him trapped on the suspended chair frame.
course, as a cooler mind might have warned him, struggling
frantically was the very worst thing he could have done, as it drew
the angry, but short sighted, insects’ attention to his exposed
bottom, which was exactly what had annoyed the in the first place.
They began buzzing around it making increasingly ferocious and
alarming noises.
one angry wasp, and then another landed on Boy’s tender pink butt
cheeks and jabbed their sharp stingers into his flesh, before
injecting a tiny but agonizing stream of fiery venom in to the
handsome but chronically unlucky youth.
bees, which lose their stingers when they sting, and can, therefore,
only sting once, wasps stingers remain intact, enabling each wasp to
launch more than one attack, which the feisty little critters did
with resolute gusto.
the almost unbearable pain being inflicted on his cute little bare
tush surged through the handsome jungle boy’s lithe young body, Boy
yelled out in pain. His cries echoing through the deep green jungle
to be heard, a mile away, by someone to whom that voice, especially
when expressing pain, was very familiar.
who was busily repairing the damage to his tree-house, caused by a
recent tropical storm, jumped to his feet uttering a single syllable
“Boy!”. He took hold of a vine, and launched himself into the
air, swinging through trees in the direction from which the yells and
cries were coming.
Cheetah the chimp’s son, also recognised the voice, and after
grabbing a certain wooden object, followed his master, vine swinging
through the jungle branches.
Boy continued to struggle with the ropes attaching his wrists to the
chair frame, his writhing now even more frantic and urgent than
before, spurred on by the singing insects attacking his exposed
some further struggle, Boy’s hands were free, and he hurriedly
reached back in an effort to cover his behind with his now free
Boy was to encounter the troublesome issue of his unfailing bad luck,
for by the very act of urgently grabbing the now stinging and wasp
venom peppered cheeks of his bottom, he had inadvertently spread
those cheeks revealing his most tender, sensitive and private
recesses nestling between the pert round globes.
action unintentionally granted one especially inquisitive wasp access
to that region of Boy’s anatomy which any straight boy, such as he
would prefer to keep to himself. This insect intruder made itself
particularly unwelcome when it jabbed it’s stinger into the puckering
pink button of Boy’s tiny anus and unleashed a stream of molten hot
shock of the wasp sting to his anus, sent an electric pulse through
him, causing him to jerk with such violence that the remaining ropes
attaching Boy’s thighs to the chair frame broke, removing the final
attachment which kept him dangling from the snagged parachute.
course, Boy had not thought through the consequences of detaching
himself from the dangling chair!!! Suddenly he was tumbling from the
tree towards the jungle floor thirty feet below. He braced himself
for a heavy landing.
a regular reader of Boy’s misadventures will by now have gathered,
fate and coincidence tend to feature large within his life, and in
his case, both are, not to put too fine a point on it, a bit of a
fate would have it, there was a large patch of nettles at the foot of
the tree, and Boy plummeted butt first straight into it. This proved
to be a double edged sword, for whereas the nettles served to cushion
Boy’s fall and prevent serious injury, the sting of the nettles
caused Boy’s already wasp stung bottom to burn even more!
a yell which was close to a shriek, Boy leaped to his feet clutching
his throbbing and now bright pink bottom. He proceeded to jump up
and down making pitiful whimpering sounds through gritted teeth.
man! That hurt!” he groaned out-loud to himself “Why do these
things keep happening to me?!!”
least the worst was over, he was back in the jungle, he was on the
ground, he had got away from the wasps and could avoid any more
nettles, the sting in his bottom would eventually fade, nothing
worse could now happen, or could it?
that moment, fate again interrupted his thoughts, with an answer to
his question, and not the one he was hoping for. A firm hand tapped
him on the shoulder and a familiar deep voice said “So Boy return
have he?!”
swung round to find the tall and very angry looking figure of Tarzan
standing behind him and knew instantly what that look on the face of
the older man foretold.
…I!!!” he stammered, his usually sly but now strangely blank mind
frantically trying to think of an excuse for leaving the jungle and
flying away to another continent without permission or telling his
guardian he was going. But none came to him.
tender and caring side of Tarzan was deeply relieved that Boy was
back safe and relatively unhurt, however, his more dominant
disciplinarian, and, it has to be said, vaguely sadistic, side roared
with furious anger that his ward had disobeyed him and put himself at
great risk. He knew that a lesson had to be taught and learned.
could see exactly what Tarzan was thinking and desperately tried to
avoid the inevitable “Please don’t spank me Tarzan …. sir!!” he
stuttered, I have been stung on the butt by was .. er …. HORNETS
and stinging nettles, my ass is on fire!!!”
snapped Tarzan, “It’s no more than you deserve!!” he grabbed hold
of the unhappy Boy’s arm “And it’s about to get a lot worse!!”
that, he dragged Boy to a nearby bank, sat down and the pulled the
vainly protesting young hunk over his knee. “How dare Boy sneak off
to God knows where, and not send word for months?!!” he shouted
gruffly “Tarzan will teach Boy a lesson he not forget!!”
please Tarzan!” cried Boy “I’ve learnt my lesson …. I’ve really
learnt my fucking lesson!”
Language bad!” growled Tarzan, he lifted a massive paw like hand
and brought it down hard on Boy’s bare wasp and nettle stung bottom
with a resounding SMACK!!
Boy’s scream echoed through the jungle followed by a chattering
noise not unlike laughter from the trees full of monkeys nearby. 
scream was soon followed by many more as Tarzan proceeded to deliver
a very hard, and in Trazan’s opinion, well deserved bare bottom
spanking. His large leathery palms whacking down repeatedly on top
of still massively sensitive wasp and nettle stings.
kicked and struggle, but there was no escape from the jungle man’s
vice like grip.
has thought things could not get worse, but in fact they were about
to get a whole lot worse as at that moment Mongito, the helpful
chimp, arrived carrying Tarzan’s favourite paddle. The clever little
simian had correctly guessed that Tarzan might have use for the
paddle now that Boy had returned to the jungle.
done little friend!” cried Tarzan, reaching out and taking the
paddle “You know Tarzan have need for this!”
that moment Boy resolved that the monkey would die, as soon as the
big guy was not looking, the ape would be history, and it would have
a painful death that was for sure!!
did not have long to contemplate his planned revenge on Mongito, as
his mind was quickly occupied by something more immediate and
painful, as Tarzan pushed him down on his back, lifted his legs in
the air, placing him in the so called diaper position and proceeded
to paddle his already spanked and stung bottom.

yelled and protested in agony as the hard wooden bat delivered swat
after swat to his well punished behind.
Boy made another of the many mistakes he had made that day, in the
middle of yelling and shouting he suddenly let rip with a stream of
obscene language and called Tarzan a very nasty name.
BOY SAY?” thundered Tarzan
sorry … I didn’t mean it!!” he gasped as the realisation of what
he had done sunk in. But it was too late, Tarzan decided that Boy
needed an even more severe punishment. He picked Boy up, threw him
over his shoulder and carrying the lad like a sack, began swinging
through the trees towards the edge of the jungle.
looked around he recognised the direction they were heading in and
the realisation of what was in store began to dawn on him.
NO!!” he cried “Not THAT!! …. not THE ANTS!!”
is what Boy deserve …. it is what Boy gets!!” replied Tarzan
reaching the edge of the jungle, Tarzan made his way, on foot, out
into the savannah, still carrying Boy, until they reached a massive
ant hill, on top of which Boy was required to sit for all of ten
minutes, while the angry ants bit and stung his well punished bottom.
had only been punished this way once before, when he had been caught
peeping on the village girls bathing, but he did not need reminding
how painful it was of how long the sting would last. These African
ants had a very potent bite, the sting from which would not even
start to fade for for 24 hours.
bottom would recover to it’s original cute, pristine and unspanked
state, but he would be a very sore jungle boy for some while before
it did!!
was back home, his bottom was glowing like a little red beacon,
everything in the jungle was back to normal!!

A Doctor Calls

I am re-posting this here because the story features a well spanked boy getting an inhection in his spanked bottom
A Doctor Calls
Story and pictures:
on his rounds the last thing the local doctor needs is for his valuable
time to be wasted by naughty boys who want to take advantage of his
good nature.
first visit is to see James (Jirka Mendez) His mother called to say her
son seems to be very under the weather and has not gone to College as
usual. Actually James in not feeling bad at all and is shirking.

the doctors visit James unfortunately gets tempted and tries to steal
some money from his wallet. Of course he gets caught .

This boy is going to have to be dealt with! Some stronger medicine is needed. 
Perhaps a good spanking on his bare bottom with be therapeutic.

ADC (3)

James’s bottom may be a rosy red, but it could be redder, and it will be before the Doctor has finished his treatment

A few hard swats with the Doc’s ferule might just cure his kleptomania,

Certainly a vitamin shot after, straight in to that red punished bottom should restore his vitality, if nothing else!

ADC (14)a
James will not be sitting very comfortably in college for some time! Perhaps that will cure him!! 

Justice for Joel (Part 4)

For Joel – Continues
bottom burned like fire. No matter how much he tried to ignore it,
the relentless sting wouldn’t go away, that, and the total
humiliation he had been subjected to, was all he could think about.
Not only was he very sore, but he was also very angry, how dare Uncle
Miles and his gang of inbred hicks treat him like this? They had
stripped him naked, and refused to give him back his clothes, they
had spanked him, jabbed him in the butt with pitchforks, and then
they had stung him with stinging nettles!
a result, his naturally sensitive rump felt as if it was being
attacked by a thousand fire ants, while simultaneously being jabbed
with red hot needles. He was, therefore, not a happy boy.
was in a seriously unwelcome predicament, for one thing he trapped on
a farm, in the middle of the Montana hills, hundreds of miles from
girls, from the city and all the things he enjoyed, but he was also
at risk of court mandated, bare bottom, spankings, mostly inflicted
without warning! He felt as if he was living a nightmare, unable to
wake up, and he suspected the dream was about to get even worse.
may please many readers to hear that young Joel’s guess was not be
far off the mark!. Joel was one of those young men who deserved a
permanently sore bottom, and that was exactly what he was going to
dusk began to fall, Joel discovered to his horror that he would have
to sleep with the men in the bunkhouse behind the main ranch house.
This did not please him, and he had complained to his Uncle, however,
Miles had been adamant, if he was going to work on the ranch, he
would have to live life a ranch hand.
Joel protested that the ranch hands were not bare butt naked, Miles
informed him tersely, that he would get his pants returned to him, if
and when he had earned them. Until then he would have to stay bare
sent Joel into an irritated sulk, it was embarrassing being naked,
especially when he had such a red bottom. He was also unhappy about
sharing with the ranch workers. To start with, he was very nervous in
the company of the ranch hands, after what they had done to him
earlier, but also, as a city boy, he felt naturally superior to
country dwelling farm workers and objected to sharing their sleeping
ranch hands quickly sensed that Joel’s arrogant attitude was still
lurking beneath the surface and resolved to bring him down with a
bump, preferably hard on his cute little bare bottom.
turned to Ash and Hadley “Back in my sports bag I have just the
thing which will light that little dickhead’s butt up like a
lightning bug!” he whispered.
like fun” chuckled Ash “It’s red now, but it could do with being
even redder!!”
needs a little extra …. heat I think!” smiled Braden
kid!” he barked in a louder voice, “It’s almost chow time, come
with us, and we’ll show you where you will be bunking down tonight!”
he took a firm grip of Joel’s arm, while Hadley took hold of the
other arm, and, followed by the other men, all grinning broadly, they
marched a very reluctant Joel towards the brightly lit bunkhouse.
or “chow” as the men called it did not appeal to Joel, consisting
of pork meatloaf and corn biscuits, it was far too “country style”
for his (in his view) more sophisticated city based tastes. Also, he
found it very uncomfortable trying to sit on the hard bench by the
table. After a few mouthfuls he stood up and walked away from the
table, aware of the half dozen pairs of amused eyes which were
focused on him.
ass of yours still looks mighty sore kid!” said Braden, a kindly
note in his voice, as he looked at Joel’s still bare and still very
red bottom.
it fucking is!” snapped Joel “after what you fuckers did to it!”
quickly turning his back away from the amused eyes of the other men,
whilst simultaneously covering his exposed genitals with his hands.
can help it feel better!” smiled Braden, “come here, I’ll rub
some soothing cream into it!”
ain’t touching my ass!” replied Joel defensively backing away from
the men, only to find his way blocked by the bunk beds.
be a jackass kid!” laughed Ash he only wants to make your little
bottom feel better. Both he and Hadley too hold of Joel and pulled
him towards the seated Braden, before forcing the struggling youth to
sit on Braden’s lap.
a large and muscular guy, placed one hand beneath Joel’s thighs and,
with one swift and easy movement, lifted his legs up into the air,
with the result that Joel suddenly found himself in an embarrassing
and very exposed position, similar to that of a baby about to have
it’s diaper changed.
the ….?” he yelped “put me the fuck down!!!”
be so dumb kid!” laughed Braden, “we’re just gonna’ sooth that
poor stinging botty of yours!!”
the ‘soothing cream’ Man!” said Hadley picking up a tube from the
table where Braden had placed it earlier (winking to the other men as
he did so. “Hold him steady while I rub it in!” he squeezed the
tube, so that a large dollop of the cream landed in the palm of his
then raised his hand in the air, before taking a swing at Joel so
that the cream covered palm of his hand landed with a loud “SMACK!!”
across the left cheek of Joel’s uplifted bottom.
yelled Joel “That fucking hurt … you ….!!”
down Young’un!” snapped Hadley “We are doing this to make you
more comfortable ….. otherwise, your butt will sting all night!”
he began rubbing the cream firmly into Joel’s butt cheeks.
sure you cover the whole area!” laughed Ash “We want to make sure
that his whole butt feels the …. uh … benefit of that …. er
gentle soothing ointment!”
tried to pull himself free from Braden’s grip, but Braden’s muscular
arms were honed from years of strenuous labour, and with the
assistance of another ranch hand, Jareth Hunter, who held his
shoulders, the protesting youth was kept firmly in place.
are not doing it right!” cried Ash “here let me show you!” he
playfully pushed Hadley to one side and firmly grabbed hold of Joel’s
butt cheeks, pushing them apart, and exposing Joel’s puckering anus
to the horror of Joel and the delight of the grinning men.
needs to go …. everywhere!” he laughed.
with the help of Hadley, then rolled Joel onto his side, still
perched on Braden’s knee, this exposed Joel even more and allowed Ash
greater access to his most intimate areas.
of course, took full advantage of Joel’s position, and firmly rubbed
the cream into every inch, and crevice, of Joel’s cute young butt.
was then that Joel began to become aware of a new sensation spreading
across his nether regions, first a feeling of warmth, then heat
followed a hot fiery sensation. Rather than soothing the burning in
his bottom, whatever, the men were rubbing into him was increasing
his discomfort.
the fuck is that stuff??!!!” screamed joel “It’s burning me!
be stupid Joel!” laughed, Ash, using his thumbs to smear the cream
between the unhappy lad’s cheeks “it will take away the burn!”
making it worse!” protested Joel, now in significant discomfort,
“it’s burning my ass!! …. AAAGGH!! it is really burning me!!”
me look at that tube!” murmured Braden with feigned concern, as,
grinning brightly, Hadley handed him the now empty tube, which
Braden then studied with a frown, while still holding the now yelling
and kicking Joel in place.
heck Buddy!” groaned Braden “That’s the wrong cream, it’s not the
soothing cream, that’s embrocation …. see …” he held out the
tube “Capsaicin cream … it’s chilli based …..!!”
… oh my!” cooed Ash with pretend sympathy “you should never use
that on tender areas ….. it’ll sting like Hell fire!!”
your butt a stinging a bit kid?” asked Braden in his best effort at
a solicitous tone.
fucking is!!” screamed Joel “Get it off me!!!! …AAAAGGGGHH!!!”
loosened his grip on Joel allowing him to leap to his feet and begin
jumping up and down, yelling in anger and pain, as the men stood
around watching him, struggling to stop themselves from laughing out
guess we better give young Joel a bath!” announced Ash “that
should wash off that nasty chilli paste!!”
Come on Kid, we’ll give you a nice bath!!” shouted Hadley “that
will make you feel better!”
Joel could reply, the men took hold of him, and hurried him into the
next room, where and old hip bath had conveniently been placed in the
middle of the room.
more conveniently, numerous pans of water were already heating up on
on a large, old fashioned stove in the corner of the room, whilst two
kettles were already whistling and beginning to steam.
Braden and Ash held onto Joel, the other men swiftly filled the hip
bath with the water from the heated pans and kettles.
what are you d..doing?” stammered Joel
we’re gonna’ give you a bath fella’!” replied Ash “We gotta’ wash
that nasty chilli off your butt!”
that’s too hot!!” yelled Joel “NO!! that’s too damn hot!!”
so dumb kid!” replied Braden struggling to suppress a laugh “It
needs to be hot to get the chilli off!”
of course, was not dumb enough to believe that, a keen athlete while
still at school, he had suffered a number of strains and new that
when hot water came into contact with embrocation on tender skin it
actually intensifies the stinging sensation. At that point
increasing the sensation was the very last thing he wanted!!
fucking way!!” he shouted, fear sending his voice a few octaves
higher than usual. He attempted to pull away from Braden and Ash,
but they just gripped him more tightly.
time for your bath Kid!” growled Ash, “C’mon Buddy, let’s help
…NO!! … DON’T!!” shouted Joel, as Ash firmly took hold of him
under the arms, while Braden grabbed him by the ankles, easily
lifting him off the floor.
me down you dickheads!” shouted the struggling Joel!
will do!” replied Ash with a grin “We will let you down … into
the bath!”
two men carried the horrified and protesting Joel across the room
until they stood on either side of the steaming hip bath, holding the
dangling Joel, bare bottom down over the still close to boiling
men began lowering Joel towards the water, while, in an effort to
stop them, Joel grabbed hold of the two wooden handles on either side
of the batch, in a desperate attempt to push his body, and especially
his, still glowing pink bottom upwards.
a few seconds, Joel’s efforts succeeded in stopping his descent
towards the hot water, but not for long.
placed his arms around Joel’s chest and gripped him in a tight bear
hug “Sorry fella” he growled menacingly, “but you’re going
down!” then, he lowered himself to his knees and with a sudden jerk
of his muscular arms he forced Joel’s body down into the steaming
let out a scream of pain as the scalding hot water reacted with the
chilli based cream, which had earlier been rubbed into his render
skin, increasing the burning sensation by some ten fold.
that nice warm water easing your little sore butt?” chuckled
Jareth, who had been observing the scene with increasing amusement.
is fucking burning me, you fucking ass hole!!” yelled Joel
your tight little ass hole that’s getting roasted kid!” laughed
Jareth “And you might get something worse than hot water up there
if you are not careful!!”
with laughter, Braden and Ash released their grip on Joel, allowing
him the opportunity to jump to his feel, still standing in the hip
bath, but sending hot water splashing onto the floor, and the jeans
clad legs of the ranch hands.
Joel could jump out of the bath, and escape the hot water which was
still burning his bare feel and lower legs, he again found himself
in the firm grip of Ash and Braden, who had now dropped the earlier
pretence of kindness.
think its time this little city boy got another whuppin’” snarled
replied Jareth “An’ I got just the thing!” he picked up a long
handled wooden bath brush
Let him have it Buddy!” Turning Joel so that he bare bottom was
pointed towards Jareth.
sure is a tempting target!” laughed Jareth, reaching out and
tapping Joel’s behind with the brush, before giving it a resounding
struggled and kicked his legs in an attempt to free himself, but the
men held him firmly in place as Jareth aimed a further painful WHACK
at his now quite tortured bottom!
he yelled, as the impact of the hard wood on his sensitive skin sent
shockwaves into his flesh.
bottom was now stinging as if it was under attack from a swarm of
angry yellow jacket wasps.
the bunkhouse, Miles peered through a crack in the curtain, a rye
smile on his face. He was pleased to see that the men were giving
Joel a taste of what the next few months had in store for him. He
knew the men could be rough, and he would step in if they went too
far. Joel’s bottom needed to be kept sore, but not permanently
damaged. However, for the time being, Joel was getting exactly what
he deserved.
inside the men had, to some degree, taken pity on Joel and and
dispensed with the bath brush after a mere 10 Whacks. Instead Braden
and another of the men, Ivan Cooper, placed Joel across their knees
and began what might be called a synchronised spanking. Each man
taking turns in smacking Joel’s wide spread butt, as he yelled and
cussed at them, but was unable to do anything to stop them.
long as Joel was living on the farm him cute 18 year old butt was
theirs to do as they liked with it, and the men were resolved to keep
it glowing pink, tender and well spanked at all times.
hours later, and the men were preparing for bed. “Hey guys” said
Hadley “where is the kid gonna sleep?, there isn’t a spare bunk for
sort one out for him tomorrow, until then he’ll have to sleep on the
porch!” replied Braden, with a wink
a brief moment Joel’s mind buzzed with thoughts of escape, if he was
on the porch, he could wait until the guys were asleep, then steal a
truck, and get away from this God forsaken place.
his hopes of freedom were short lived, as soon as they had escorted
him to the porch outside the bunk house, the men tied his hands and
feet with a long piece of rope, before throwing the other end over a
beam in the porch ceiling.
are you doing?” stammered Joel
need to make sure the coyotes don’t get you boy!” replied Ash, as
the men began pulling on the rope, causing Joel to loose his balance
and fall, landing on his just punished bottom.
men kept pulling on the ropes, hoisting Joel up into the air until he
was hanging from the beam, by his tied wrists and ankles, with his
dangling bare bottom almost brushing against a strange looking metal
apparatus, which looked like a neon light.
can’t leave me like this!!” shouted Joel “Not all night!!”
worry kid!” laughed Ash, “we’ll make sure the bugs don’t bit
you!!” he turned a switch and the object next to Joel’s bottom,
began to hum and flicker to life, giving off a bright blue light.
body jerked with surprise causing him to sway slightly, with the
result that his dangling bare bottom touched the thin metal grid
surrounding the blue light.
a small but painful electric shock, stabbed into his exposed butt
cheek, accompanied by a small flash of blue light “Yeeowwch!!
yelled Joel, his body jerking again, causing him to sway at the end
of the rope, first away from the grid, but then, that very momentum
caused him to swing back into contact with the grid resulting in
another “ZZAAPP!
and a flash of blue light as a small but stinging electrical current
shot into his flesh, this time mere millimetres from his exposed and
rosebud like anus, causing him to let out another scream
the fuck is that thing?” he yelled
kills them ‘skeeters Boy” replied Hadley “We get a lotta’ darn
‘skeeters round here!”
don’t worry Kid” added Ash “the mozzies won’t bite you, not with
you hanging right next to the ‘Skeeter killer and all!”
continued Hadley “Any ‘skeeter that tries to bite your lil’ bare
tail will get hit by an electric charge and ‘zapo’, it’ll be ‘skeeter
be careful not to touch it!” laughed Braden “or you will get a
nasty shock!”
did not need telling about the electrical shocks, having just
received two painful jabbing shocks in what was currently the most
tender and sensitive part of his anatomy from what he now realised
was a rather ancient electrical insect killer. An electric insect
killer on one’s porch is a very useful device in the backwoods of
Montana for some parts of the year, but it is not something anyone
would want to be hanging next to when bare ass naked, as Joel was.
decided to try and reason with the men. “Hey guys, this is not
funny! Let me down now!” he tried to look down at them, but that
just made the rope sway, causing his behind to touch the electrified
grating “ZZZAAAPPP!
kid!” replied Braden “we’ll make up a bunk for you tomorrow, but
tonight you will have to stay up there!!”
fella’” laughed Hadley “Sleep well!”
Joel’s horror the men then sauntered back into the bunkhouse, leaving
him dangling from the roof of the porch, his bottom a hairs breadth
from the electric insect killer.
Joel had a long and painful night ahead of him, not only was it very
uncomfortable hanging from a rope by his hands and feet, but also,
much as he tried to stay perfectly still, this was not possible when
one is dangling from a rope, and even the smallest of movements
caused the rope to swing sending his bare bottom into contact with
the electrified grill surrounding the blue light and jabbing yet
another painful electric shock into his already well punished bottom.
electric shocks may not have been strong enough to cause any serious
or lasting burns, but they were still extremely painful especially on
such tender skin as that on Joel’s bottom.
long Montana night was punctuated with the zapping sound of
electricity on skin, followed by a yell of pain from Joel.
luck really had really run out, and who knew what life had in store
for him next. Whatever it was, it was sure to a pain in the ass!
may return to the ranch later in the year to see how Joel’s summer of
spanking progresses.

Justice For Joel (Part 3)

glowered at the group of, mostly bare chested young men, whom, his
uncle had just announced would be his workmates. To his city-boy
eyes, they all looked like a bunch of extras from some very uncool
and, no longer politically correct, 1970’s TV Western, and most
deffinatelynot one he wished to become a cast member in.
court had said nothing about him having to work as a ranch hand, and
he had no intention of doing so.
‘ain’t no inbred hill-billy like them!” he snarled “’an I ‘ain’t
shovelling horse sh#t!”
swung round, intending to march back to the ranch house in protest,
but found that two of the ranch hands have moved behind him, blocking
his path. “Get outa’my fucking way you retards!” yelled Joel, his
attempt to hide his alarm by feigning anger betrayed by the shrill
note in his voice.
Huh?” replied Ash Amos, the marginally older of the two ranch hands
blocking his escape, a slow smile crossing his ruggedly handsome face
“That is not nice kid!”
call me kid you ….hick! … let me pass!” spat Joel
are not going anywhere Kid!” replied Braden Garth, the younger of
the two men.
that, the two men roughly grabbed hold of Joel and, joined by a third
man, Jareth Hunter, pulled him down on top of a bail of hay before
beginning to undress him. At first Joel was stunned, not quite
realising what the men were doing, but as one man’s strong, work
calloused fingers began unbuttoning his tight blue jeans, realisation
struck him like a thunderbolt, and he started struggling and
protesting furiously.
Joel, fit, young and street smart he might be, but these men were
well used to strenuous work, and he was no match against the three of
them. Within moments, his jeans, sneakers, socks and shirt had been
stripped from him, and all that still protected his remaining dignity
were his, recently shoplifted, Hilfiger boxers, which his dad had
innocently packed for him.
Joel struggled free clutching the waist band of his underpants in a
frantic attempt to avoid these also being stripped from him, but
tripped and fell with a heavy and undignified “Thump!” onto the
barn floor. This caused general laughter among the men, and even
Miles fought to suppress a smile.
clambered to his feet, and glanced quickly around but saw to his
dismay that all escape routes were blocked by grinning, and very
muscular farmhands.
do you perverts want?” stammered Joel, attempting to sound tough,
and failing totally “give me my clothes back!”
…. ‘retards’ …’in-breeds’ … are we?” murmured Ash “Oh am I
going to enjoy this!!”
enjoy what?” shouted Joel, still failing to sound tough “What are
you going to …………?”
moved towards Joel with a swaggering step, the lazy but laconic grin
on his face sending an unwilling shiver down the younger man’s back.
He then spoke slowly, his country weathered drawl adding a menacing
emphasis to his words. “We are gonna’ spank your little city boy
bottom boy!” he said “’an we’re gonna’ spank it so long, and so
hard that you won’t be inclined to sit on it for quite some time!”
you!!” spluttered Joel “No way …. Fuck you!!”
leaned forward, his face only inches from Joel’s “No Kid!” his
voice like a low growl “If anyone here gets fucked, it won’t be
that, he grabbed Joel by the ear and dragged him across the barn to a
pile of hay bails, on which he sat down before pulling the struggling
and protesting younger man across his knee.
Joel was firmly in place, Ash reached out took hold of the waist band
of Joel’s boxers and with one well practised jerk of his wrist,
pulled them down, revealing a bare bottom still pink from the earlier
attention Joel had received from Miles’ firm and very hard palm.
and the other men all grinned, delighted to see how cute, hair-free
and spankable Joel’s butt was, this was going to be even more fun
than they had thought.
most bad gamblers, Joel had hit a streak of bad luck, and making his
luck even worse was being the owner of a bottom which people just
wanted to spank, and one which, as we have established previously was
particularly tender and sensitive.
lifted his hand high above his head and then brought it down with a
resounding WHACK! Across Joel’s once again exposed and vulnerable
other guys all let out a cheer as the crowded round to watch the
spectacle. Joel was not the first new ranch hand to suffer the
initiation, but he was by far the hottest looking, and, from what the
boss had told them, by far the most deserving.
Miles stood back and watched the action, a smile of quiet
satisfaction playing on his ruggedly handsome lips. Young Joel was
going to get the justice the court had ordered, and which he had, in
Miles’ eyes more than earned after the way the young jerk had treated
his father, Miles’ younger brother.
knew that he could depend on his fit and hearty workers to carry out
Judge Flinthard’s sentence, and supervise Joel, leaving him free to
run the ranch, and step in to administer additional discipline
himself when necessary.
would need to keep an eye on some of the guys, particularly Ash, to
ensure things didn’t get out of hand, but he was confident that all
would work well.
Josh yelled, struggled and made threats he was in no position to
carry out, Ash was now well in his stride spanking the unfortunate
Joel’s increasingly red behind, when he noticed the lad’s rubber
soled sneakers lying on the floor
Braden Buddy” he drawled “hand me that there white shoe!”
handsome, sun bleached haired boy he had addressed, ran over grabbed
one of Joel’s sneakers and handed it to Ash.
tapped the sole of the sneaker against the palm of his hand and
smiled broadly “That will do the job just dandy!” he said
that, Ash returned to spanking the unfortunate Joel’s behind, this
time with the the young dude’s rubber soled sneaker, whilst Joel
yelled in pain and protest, and the other men cheered in delighted
on doing what you are doing boys” interjected Miles. “That is
just what the court ordered!”
Ash pushed Joel off his knee “Time for you to start working Kid!”
he barked. He picked up one of the pitchforks which the men had been
using and held it out to Joel “Not get to work Kid!”
….” spat Joel, wisely stopping himself at the last second
want more!!” demanded Ash, raising an eyebrow in an exaggerated
quizzical expression.
sullen glower on his face Joel snatched the fork and made a half
hearted attempt at moving some loose hay around. One of the men,
Ivan Cooper called out “You got a lot to learn kid, but we’re here
to teach you!” at which all the other men roared with laughter, at
the shared Joke, which Joel failed to understand.
picked up Joel’s discarded clothes “I’ll take these back to the
ranch” he said “If you want the right to wear clothes again Joel,
you are going to have to earn it!!”
threw a furious look at his Uncle, the humiliating realisation that
he would most likely be bare butt naked for days, possibly weeks
searing through his already bruised ego. However, he could see from
the expression on Miles’ face that it was pointless to argue.
turned away from the group of men and continued to jab at the mud
outside of the barn. By turning his back, of course, his shiny red,
and well spanked bottom was fully displayed, resulting in whoops of
delight from the men.
that’s what I want to see!” said Miles pointing at the naked
youth’s glowing bottom “That is what the good judge ordered!” he
turned to the men “It will be your job to ensure that it is a nice,
healthy pink, just like that at the end of every shift. Can you do
that for me?!”
sure can Boss!” grinned Ash Amos “You can rely on us”
what I like to hear!” continued Miles “Now I need to make some
calls, so I will leave you guys in charge!”
that, Miles left them and made his way back to the ranch house
carrying Joel’s clothes, with a satisfied smile on his face.
men stood around watching Joel as he continued to dig at the dirt
outside the barn, unsure what he was supposed to be doing, angry he
had to do anything, but keen not to provoke another spanking.
Granger had been standing and observing events, but now he decided to
join the fun “You’ll get nothing done at that speed fella’” he
drawled “put some effort into it, will ya’”
picked up a second discarded pitchfork and gave Joel a quick jab in
his very sore and tender bottom.
gave a yell of pain, dropped the pitchfork, and leapt round clutching
his behind “You f##king red-neck c##t!!” he snarled “Don’t you
f##king dare!!”
… ahem .. dare what Fella’?” grinned Hadley
you dare jab my ass with that f##king thing, you moron!” snapped
Joel furiously “Do that again and I’ll put you on a f##king slab!”
what?” replied an incredulous Hadley “We’ll see about that!”
well!” Grinned Ash who had been watching with barely concealed
amusement “It seems this youngun’ has not learned his lesson!”
he needs more teaching!” replied Hadley making a movement towards
Joel with his pitchfork
you!” snapped Joel, jumping away from the sharp points, only to
discover that he had jumped straight into the firm gripping hands of
Braden and Jareth, who had quietly circled round behind him. “Let
go of me you ……!”
growled Jareth “he sure needs more teachin’!”
two men who had hold of Joel pulled him, wriggling and swearing into
the barn, followed by Ash and Hadley who picked up discarded
pitchforks as they did so.
and Braden pushed Joel down onto some bails of hay, while Hadly took
a length of rope of the wall and cut it into two. He then handed one
to Braden, who, assisted with Ash, tied Joel’s hands behind his back.
Then Hadley and Jareth used one end of the other length of rope to
tie Joel’s ankles together, after which he threw the other either
ends of the rope over a beam.
was at this point that Joel, who, until then had been struggling and
cussing began to realise that he was seriously outnumbered and that
he had made a bad miscalculation.
tried to reason with the men, but his attempt at conciliation had
come too late and the other ranch hands were now determined to “teach
him a lesson” as they had promised.
and Hadley both took hold of an end of the rope and began to pull,
lifting Joel’s feet, legs and then his bright pink bottom off the
bail of hay and raising it into the air.
that is a perfect target!” chuckled Ash
…what are you going to do?” stammered a now very alarmed Joel
decided that its time you get the point kid” replied Ash “Ah
…My bad!” he corrected himself “make that points!”
guys all began to approach the, now diaper positioned Joel, with
their pitchforks aimed towards his uplifted bottom.
yelled Joel, please don’t!! …. I’m sorry”
late kid!” replied Ash as he jabbed at Joel’s behind with his fork
“We are gonna’ stick you like a little piggy!”
that the laughing farm hands began to jab at Joel with their forks.
This was not the first time they had punished a lazy or careless
ranch hand in this way, and although they were all now quite pissed
with Joel, they had no intention of injuring him, or drawing any
blood, just to make his already very sore bottom hurt even more, and
to put Joel through a little more, in their view, well deserved,
discomfort and humiliation. 
yelled Joel as Ash’s fork jabbed into his left butt cheek, pricking
his now very tender skin. Meanwhile Braden and Jareth pricked his
right butt cheek with their forks, causing Joel to yell again
jabs were relativity gentle, compared to what muscular young men
wealding sharp objects could inflict, but because Joel’s bottom was
now so over-sensitive that the jabs hurt like fire.
stood back a little, laughing as he watched his fellow ranch hands
jabbing at Joel. Then suddenly an idea struck him. Pulling a pair of
thick leather gloves from his pocket, and left the barn, and returned
moments later carrying a bunch of stinging nettles he had pulled from
where they grew, next to the fence outside.
guys” he said “I’ve had a better idea. We can really whack him
with these!”
guys all cheered with glee, as they each grabbed a hand full of
stinging nettles from Hadley’s bunch
yeah!” Laughed Ash, “this will really give him a sting in the
group then set about beating Joel with the stinging nettles, with all
the enthusiasm of a festival crowd attacking a Piñata, knowing that,
unlike the pitchforks, they could now really punish the cute blonde
jerk’s deserving bottom, making sure it would sting for hours without
causing lasting damage.
all, as Ash said later, “you should never break toys which you plan
to play with again ,
so called diaper position was not only humiliating, but it ensured
that Joel’s most private and tender areas were totally exposed and
vulnerable, and the guys took full advantage of that exposure and
screamed and yelled in pain and outrage as the fiery tingling and
burning caused of the cruel nettles spread across his butt cheeks and
upper thighs livening up the tenderness and hypersensitivity
resulting from the earlier spankings, until each stinging swat burned
like a red hot coal.
bottom would sting for hours, and this was just the start, Joel’s
time in the country would be long and uncomfortable.

Justice For Joel (Part 2)

carrying the protesting, increasingly outraged and bare bottomed Joel
over his shoulder Miles marched up the street to the parking lot
where he had parked his truck. 
At 18, Joel
was a strong young man, but Miles was stronger, and despite his
attempts to struggle free, Joel could not escape from his mortifyingly
embarrassing position, made all the worse by the passers by laughing
and pointing as they saw him. The unhappy lad was keenly aware that,
apart from his white socks, he was naked from the waist down, and
that his still blushing red bottom publicly advertised to all that he
had been soundly spanked.
a reader it might be unkind to enjoy the humiliation of a handsome
but arrogant young jerk, but Heck, none of us are perfect. To someone
with such an inflated and sensitive ego as Joel, the shame of his
position was almost as painful as the spanking …. almost. Of course, he deserved it, so let us
just savour that fact!
reaching the truck, Miles put Joel down, whilst still holding him
tightly. He then opened the tailgate of the truck and pushed the
protesting lad onto some bails of hay which were in the back of the
Joel could quite grasp what was happening, Miles had grabbed a length
of rope and tied him face down over the bail of hay.
the fu ….. what are you doing?” yelled Joel
have to keep my hands on the wheel!” replied Miles “So this will
keep you …. secure, while we drive to the ranch!”
that Miles opened the driver’s seat of the car and jumped “Make
yourself comfortable Joel, we have a five hour drive ahead of us!
Joel’s horror the van drove out of the parking lot and onto the city
street, with him still strapped bare bottomed and very exposed in
the open back of the vehicle. 
was midday, but still the traffic was heavy, so their journey through
town was slow, giving the local citizenry ample opportunity to see
Joel as the truck made its way through the streets. Like a small
carnival float, or, in Joel’s mind a tumbrel driving through the
cheering streets of revolutionary Paris, the only difference being
that he would not face the guillotine, and it would not be his head
that would be on the block.
the truck drove out of the city and began heading North West towards
the Montana border. For the first 80 or so miles, the roads remained
busy, and many motorists cheered and hooted when they caught sight of
Joel in the back of the truck.
a few hours of driving, the van crossed the Montana border, and
turned off the main highway, and to Joel’s relief they began passing
less traffic as they began heading deeper into the countyside.
had just been through the worst, and most pain filled, day of his
life and and still could not quite believe what had happened. He was
still only wearing his white shirt and socks, and was beginning to
think that Miles’s threat to keep him “bare bottomed” might be
still in trepidation as to what might lay ahead, his characteristic
defiance was beginning to reassert itself, and his crafty mind spent
much of the trip plotting ways which he might be able to avoid what
was planned for him, and once again, as so often in his life so far,
escape the consequences of his action.
they travelled, the countryside became more impressive, with stunning
vistas of beautiful rolling pastures and woodland, framed by cloud
topped mountains in the far distance. Of course, Joel’s face down,
bottom uppermost, position did not afford him the best view of
natures wonders, and in any event he was far more concerned with
wondering what might await him when they finally reached their
almost five hours of driving, the van turned of the road onto a long
dirt road drive way, which led eventually to a large ranch house,
surrounded by farm buildings.
parked the van, got out and walked round to the back and opened the
tailgate, before proceeding to untie Joel.
you remember this farm Joel?” he asked “You stayed here once many
years ago, when you were very young.”
who’s body was aching from the hours he had just spent in a very
uncomfortable position, scowled and glanced around. However,
instead of appreciating the magnificent views, Joel sulkily
contemplated how boring life would be stuck out here, so far from the
city. He again began to consider various means of escape.
vaguely recalled the farm and the fun he had once had playing there,
long ago, before the city, girls and adult games had become of more
interest to him than playing hide and go seek in some dusty old barn.
will be your home for the next year Joel”
that!” blurted Joel “you can’t keep me prisoner here!”
the court thinks otherwise kid” smiled Miles ”and I suggest you
mind your language in future!”
shrugged, he had no intention of either minding his language or
staying on some damn farm for a week, let alone a year.
will be working on the farm, and living with the farm hands going
forward” continued Miles “But tonight you can sleep in the house,
follow me” he opened the door and walked into the hallway.
followed, but was not happy with what he had just heard “What do
you mean ‘working’? The Judge didn’t say anything about work!!” he
muttered resentfully.
need to earn your living kid” replied Miles.
that! I didn’t choose to come to this sh ….. farm!”
told you to mind your tongue!”
you!” snapped Joel, “you are not my father!”
second later Joel found himself rammed, face first against the wall
as Miles held him firmly in place with one hand while using the other
to lift the back of his white shirt, revealing his still slightly
reddened bare behind.
then picked up a clothes brush from the hall table “I warned you
twice kid!” he snarled, “I am not going to warn you again!”
raised the brush high in the air and then brought it down with a loud
WHACK! onto Joel’s still tender behind.
yelled Joel. “That hurts”
will hurt a lot more when I use this on you for real!” replied
Miles as he delivered two more stinging “ThWACKS!” to Joel’s
behind. “Which I guarantee I will, if you don’t behave
released his grip, at which point Joel spun round and glowered at the
older man. There had to be some way of escaping this situation, but
with a hundred miles of open countryside between them and
civilisation, that would not be easy to achieve.
night Joel slept badly, his mind beset with frightening nightmares,
all of which ended the same way.
next morning, a still sulky Joel woke up at an hour which was, for
him, unusually early and made his way, naked, into the bathroom
attached to the bedroom he had been allocated. 
turned on the bath tap and and then returned to the bedroom and began
going through the drawers, in the hope of finding a cigarette.
Unfortunately for Joel, Miles’ house was a strictly enforced no
smoking zone, and Joel’s own pack of smokes were in the pocket of his
black suit pants, which, together with his underpants and shoes, were
back at the courthouse, many miles away.
search proving fruitless, Joel sulkily returned to the bathroom, and
attempted to sit down on the edge of the bath, which was now full of
water. However, being preoccupied with the lack of nicotine he sat
down clumsily, and instead of sitting on the edge of the bath he fell
bottom first into the water. 
many a gambler has discovered, when they hit an unlucky streak, it
doesn’t get any better, and Joel’s luck, ably assisted by his own
carelessness, was getting increasingly worse. When he had run himself
a bath, he had only turned on the hot tap, so the bath his bare
bottom had just landed in was full of scalding hot water.
let out a scream, sounding not unlike a wounded animal as he leaped
out of the bath and began jumping up and down clutching his scorched
behind, swearing loudly as he did so. 
rubbing his, again very sore bottom, Joel walked back into the
bedroom, it was then that he noticed the object on the floor
had tossed his white shirt on the floor before getting into the
shower and he wondered if he could tie that round himself, like some
loincloth. It was then that he noticed the white cylindrical object
which had fallen out of the shirt pocket, and remembered that his
buddy, Jose, had lent him a cigarette and match before entering the
court earlier that day.
quickly picked up the cigarette and searched frantically for the
match, which luckily was still in the pocket. He struck the match
against the bathroom wall, not caring that it left a mark on the
paintwork, lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply before exhaling a
stream of smoke.
was just in the act of taking a second drag of the cigarette, when
the bathroom door opened, and Miles Rutter walked in carrying a
holdall “Your Dad asked me to pack some clothes for y …..!” he
began, stopping abruptly upon seeing the cigarette smouldering
between Joel’s fingers.
the…!!” after a moment of stunned silence, Miles exploded with
fury “How dare you smoke in my house?!!. He strode up to Joel and
placed a firm hand on his shoulder “I did not give you permission
to pollute my atmosphere!”
snatched the offending, quarter smoked, cigarette from Joel’s hand,
threw it into the sink, and turned on the tap. “Do you know what
those things do to your body?”
will you get off my case man! …” shrugged Joel “it’s only a
words had barely left Joel’s mouth before he found himself being
dragged out of the bedroom by Miles, who then sat down on a large
leather setee, before forcing Joel to sit on his lap, facing away
from him. As Joel protested loudly, Miles pushed him forward face
down with his hands on the floor. Miles the hoisted Joel legs either
side of him, forcing the boy into what is commonly known amongst
spanking enthusiasts as the “wheelbarrow” position.
Joel’s father
had never spanked him in this position, so he was initially confused
by what was happening, realising only that he was in a very
vulnerable situation. 
kid” grinned Miles, “this is where you experience your first
Ranch House spanking!” he raised his hand high in the air above
his head, before bringing it down with a hard SMACK! Across the
middle of Joel’s cheeks, which because of his position were already
slightly spread, and caused the centre of Miles’s palm to land
perilously close to Joel’s tight anus.
yelled Joel “Don’t do that you pervert!!”
am not a pervert!” laughed Miles “I am simply carrying out the
sentence of the court!” With that he proceeded to spend the next
ten minutes giving poor Joel’s still glowing bottom yet another hard
spanking. This time in the vulnerable and, as Joel discovered,
especially humiliating, wheelbarrow position.
latest Spanking over, Miles pointed to a small rucksack in the hall,
and ordered Joel to get dressed.
was with some relief that Joel discovered that his father had indeed
packed a bag of clothes for him, and given it to Miles to bring to
the ranch. He had been worried that Miles would make good on his
threat to keep him naked.
would be a lot easier with clothes. And he certainly planned to
escape as soon as Miles’s back was turned.
jeans, a blue plaid shirt and canvas sneakers Joel sauntered onto the
porch, and glanced casually across the wild empty landscape before
him. He knew from the previous day’s drive to the ranch that they
were a long way from town, but now he could see quite how isolated
the ranch was. It would be a long walk back to town, escape would
not be as easy as he imagined.
Joel was standing contemplating the best methods of escape, Miles
appeared “Come on Boy!” he snapped “Time for work!”
didn’t think you would get to sit on your butt all day, did you?”
laughed the older man “We will keep you fully employed while you
are here!”
scowled sulkily, although “sitting on his butt” was still
somewhat challenging, he has no inclination to actually do any work!
However, he reluctantly decided that he had better play along until
he could get away from this God damn farm, and grudgingly accompanied
Miles as he strode away from the ranch house towards a large hay
the approached the barn Joel saw a group of, mostly bare chested,
young men hard at work. He guessed these were ranch hands employed
by Miles to run the farm.
morning guys!” barked Miles “This is Joel, he will be working
with you for the next few months!”
spun round “No I fucking won’t!” he snapped, almost spitting his
words with anger “I’m not a fucking ranch hand!”
turned to the man and smiled “Well guys” he said “It seems to
me that Joel is asking for the traditional introduction …. and I am
sure you men will be more than willing to give it to him.!”
group of men all grinned knowingly “Yes Boss!” replied one
sure will Boss!” replied another “That we sure will!!”


Justice For Joel (Part 1)

for Joel
Rutter looked hard at the picture he had just been handed. The youth
at the centre of the image was hardly recognisable as the gangly
youngster he had last seen six years before. Over those years, Joel
had grown into a strikingly handsome young man, who would not look
out of place in an Amercrombie & Fitch Commercial. However, his
pose was hardly one which he would have expected to see mainstream
model adopt,let alone a grown man.
on a balcony, with a sea view behind him, Joel was looking over his
shoulder with a broad and mischievous grin on his handsome face. What
made the picture striking however was that Joel had lowered his
shorts, exposing his nicely shaped, bare, white bottom, and appeared
in the act of mooning at the camera. Behind him on the balcony, a
smartly dressed couple were observing the young man’s behaviour with
obvious disdain.
was this taken” asked Miles, his eyes still fixed on the photo, and
in particular Joel’s well proportioned and fully exposed bare rump.
vacation in Sausalido, last Summer, he gatecrashed a reception for a
visiting Congressman and his wife” replied Tom Barrett, turning his
sad eyes away from his old friend and across the city park, where the
two men were sitting “He got drunk, he totally disgraced himself ..
and the family, and groped the Congressman’s daughter!”
this resulted in his first conviction?” asked Miles, still looking
at the photo.
Congressman’s staff called the police” replied Tom “Joel was
charged with indecency and sexual assault, only misdemeanors, but
that was just the start!”
that was followed by the D.U.I. Incident and now the theft
conviction?” murdered Miles
plus the assault on the store guard who caught him” Tom put his
face in his hands “As you know he is in court tomorrow for
sentencing, and I am certain he will be sent to prison! And in this
state it will be a long term” he looked down despondently at his
wheelchair “What can I do? He is out of control, and since I broke
my back I am unable to discipline him!”
discipline is just what he needed!” replied Miles “If only you
had told me earlier, I could have come down from the farm and stepped
know!” wailed the clearly distraught Tom “I wish I had, but I was
ashamed to admit failing as a father …. anyway, it is too late
put down the photo, leaned across and placed his hand on the other
man’s knee “Maybe not Tom!” he said “Maybe not!”
quickly turned to face Miles “What do you mean?”
me Buddy!” Miles smiled mysteriously, “If you give me full
authority to deal with this as I think best, I might just be able to
keep Joel out of prison!”
you say!” replied Tom “Please do whatever you can to save the
boy’s ass!”
Barratt glanced back down at the picture of Joel mooning the camera
“I might just keep him out of prison” he though “But that
little bare butt will definitely not be saved from what it deserves!”
was more scared than he had ever felt in all his 18 years. The three
nights he had spent in the police holding cells, following his
conviction on Friday had kicked his usual, cocky and care free manner
squarely in the butt. The arrogant young man who had sauntered into
court three days before had been replaced by a frightened child.
in the cells, just bars away from hardened criminals and gangsters,
Joel had seen and heard what he would face in actual prison, it was
then that the reality of his situation had dawned on him, and it was
the guard led him into the courtroom, Joel noticed a familiar figure
sitting next to his solicitor at the lawyers’ table “Miles Rutter?”
he thought “What’s he doing here?”
thought of Miles Rutter was then forgotten, as the man who would
decide Joel’s fate, Judge Able Flinthard, entered the court.
you little jerk!” hissed the guard grabbing hold of Jole’s shirt
collar and pulling him to his feet. It had been years since Joel had
been handled roughly by an older man, and he did not like it.
Immediately his face adopted a sulky and brat like expression which,
although he did not realise it, was guaranteed to irritate the judge.
Flinthard took his seat, and glanced around the court, before his
eyes focused on the defendant like a piercing laser. “Does the
defence have anything to say in mitigation before I pass sentence on
this young felon?” he snapped.
Joel’s surprise his Dad’s friend, Miles Rutter, stood up, “Yes,
your honour!” said Miles “I have been authorised by the
defendant’s family and legal representatives to speak in mitigation.”
judge looked back at Joel “Are you in agreement with this?”
uh … er .. yes ….I.. guess!” replied Joel, in some confusion.
snapped the judge, “go ahead”
wish to call the defendant back to the stand” said Miles,
judge agreed and after a rough shove in the back from the guard, Joel
reluctantly made his way to the stand. His mind was racing, unsure
what was going on and what on Earth Miles was doing there, and
speaking, instead of his lawyer, who was watching proceedings with a
barely disguised grin on his face.
Rutter looked Joel straight in the face “I have known you and your
family for many years have I not Joel?”
huh!” agreed Joel
until two years ago, you were an exemplarity student at school, were
you not?” continued Miles holding up examples of Joel’s old report
cards “As these report cards show, you regularly received “A”
grades and commendations for good behavior. You were also a star of
the swimming team, and I have a number of testimonials ..” he held
up some sheets of paper “ …confirming that you were generally
considered to have a bright future and to be an asset to the school
and the community!” Without waiting for Joel to reply Miles turned
to the judge “Your honour, I would like these report cards and
testimonials to be considered as part of our mitigation.”
judge nodded, an irritated frown crossing his face, he had heard all
this before, it did not matter if the defendant had once been an
Honours student, what mattered was that was now a violent, thieving
young thug, who, he had already decided, would be spending the next
few years of his young life in a particularly unpleasant correctional
that changed though, didn’t it Joel?” continued Miles as Joel
stared at him blankly “All that changed after your Dad’s accident!
….Right? …. After your Dad had his accident you started to
misbehave, you stopped getting good grades and you were finally
expelled from school. That is correct isn’t it Joel?”
question elicited nothing more than a grudging shrug from the
increasingly surly youth, so Miles continued. “After your Dad
broke his back, there were many things he was no longer able to do!”
he paused, knowing how much of a risk his next words would carry.
“One of the things your Dad could no longer do had a serious impact
on your development Joel ….. Do you know hat that was?”
shrugged again, “Dunno!” he said “What you on about?”
your Dad could no longer do for you Joel” said Miles “Is he could
no longer take down your pants and spank your little bare bottom when
you got out of line!”
gasp of shock ran round the court and Joel’s mouth fell open as he
stared at Miles stuggling to take in what had just been said.
Meanwhile, Judge Flinthard’s eyebrow shot up in the air, never in his
twenty years on the bench had he heard such a statement made in
mitigation “This is a most unusual line of q ….” he spluttered
bear with me your honour.” interrupted Miles, “This has
considerable bearing on this young man’s current situation”
judge nodded, his interest now perked as to what would come next.
continued to address Joel “Before his accident, your Dad used to
spank your bare bottom often, didn’t he Joel?”
look of incredulous fury fell across Joel’s face “”Fuck off man!”
he snarled
will warn you just once young man!” snapped the judge “If you use
language like that in my court again you will be punished. Now
answer the question, …. did your father spank your bare bottom
often before his accident?”
felt a warm flush rise across his face at the sheer embarrassment of
being asked such a question. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair
before answering ”I … um .. guess so …um .. he was always fu ….
er … I mean … yes he did …. a lot!!” he scowled and
looked down at his feet, as the total humiliation of having to answer
such an embarrassing question in such a public situation.
lot’” repeated Miles “Your Dad spanked you a lot, because you
needed regular hard spankings to keep you from misbehaving! What
better evidence is there than the fact that, as soon as your Dad was
no longer able to perform his fatherly duty you stopped behaving,
went out of control and ended up where you are now!” He looked
intently at the now seriously mortified Joel. “Don’t you agree?”
…. uh ….er ….’spose!” muttered Joel. “What’s that got to do
with anything?”
your Dad could still spank you like he used to, do you think you
would have done the things you have done, which got you into
Joel’s face now wore a fixed scowl “What’s it matter?”
think you do know Joel!” smiled Miles “I think you would have
behaved yourself so as to avoid another sore bottom!”
turned back to the judge “As you see, your honour, when this young
man had regular discipline, in the form of bare bottom spankings, he
was an ideal, law abiding citizen, with good prospects. However,
when, as the result of his father’s tragic accident, that discipline
ceased to be applied, chaos ensued. There are some boys, your honour,
who require regular chastisement, young Joel is one of those boys.
Boys like Joel Bennett only behave themselves whilst their bottom
still stings from their last spanking. Let the sting fade for long
enough and they run riot!”
certainly take your point Mr. Rutter” replied the judge “but how
is this relevant to the matter before us?”
I am saying your honour” replied Miles, aware that a courtroom full
of people were hanging on his every word “is that young Joel is in
the position he is because of the lack of spanking. If you were to
release him into my custody, I will ensure that he receives all the
bare bottom spankings he has been missing, and a lot more, as and
when it is requited.”
.. Hold on!!” cried Joel in horror
quite boy!” snapped the judge “please continue Mr, Rutter”
the aim of any judgement would be to combine the need for punishment,
with rehabilitation so that the convict can become an upstanding
member of the community.” continued Miles “With all due respect,
our prisons do not have a great track record in terms of
rehabilitation, however, as I have demonstrated, in the defendant’s
case, regular, hard, bare bottom spankings have a proven track record
of producing a well behaved member of society”.
… uh Sir .. you can’t take this shi … uh .. stuff seriously …!!”
wailed, an increasingly alarmed, Joel.
have warned you boy!” boomed Judge Flinthard, “I’ll have you know
I am taking this argument seriously, and you had better be quiet
before I change my mind and send you straight to prison”
terrified by the prospect of prison, Joel fell into a glowering
silence, despite the horror of what was being proposed.
judge frowned, clearly in deep thought “I am always open to
progressive sentencing suggestions, and there is a lot of merit to
what you say” he paused “However, how can the court be sure that
you are capable of undertaking the … ahem …task in hand?”
glanced briefly at Joel’s court appointed lawyer, who gave an almost
imperceptible wink, as his face broke into an undisguised grin. The
two men had discussed the possibility that the judge would ask this
question and, also, how best Miles should respond to it. Miles
suspected that the lawyer was looking forward to what was about to
happen a lot more that he admitted.
again, so was he.
Miles then opened a briefcase on his desk and took out a shall leather paddle. He then
stepped away from the lawyer’s table and moved towards the witness
stand from where a sulky and embarrassed Joel was watching him with
barely concealed loathing. “If the court requires proof of my
ability” he answered “I would be more than happy to provide a
gasp ran round the court, as Miles’s reply hovered in the still air.
It took a short while before it’s meaning registered with Joel, but
when they did he recoiled in raising panic “FUCK NO!” he yelled
anything was guaranteed to encourage the judge to agree to Miles’s
suggestion, Joel’s reaction was that thing. “I think that is the
least the law would expect!” barked the judge, suddenly concious of
the heat in the room, he took out a handkerchief and mopped some
beads of sweat from his brow “Is this room conducive to a
demonstration, its a bit warm!”
can spank anywhere Sir” smiled Miles “Joel, will you come here
you faggot!” snapped Joel
please assist Mr Rutter with his demonstration!” ordered the
court bailiff did not require asking twice, Joel had seriously pissed
him off during the original case, and he was looking forward to
seeing the brat get his comeuppance. He quickly strode across the
room, grabbed the violently protesting defendant by the arm and
pulled him from his chair, before leading him, with well practised
firmness, to where Miles was waiting.
hold him still officer” said Miles, before with two quick movements
he undid Joel’s belt and unzipped the front of Joel’s smart black
pants, which, being borrowed and two sizes too big, immediately fell
down to nestle embarrassingly around the shocked and humiliated
youth’s ankles.
you Bailiff, I will take over from here!” said Miles, taking hold
of Joel and pulling the boy towards him.
was a strong and athletic nineteen year old man, usually able to
defend himself in a fight, but ten years of working on his ranch had
made the older man even stronger, and struggle as he might Joel could
not overcome the vice like grip. In desperation he lifted his fist
in an attempt to punch his would be disciplinarian, only to find his
wrist gripped and held firmly behind his back.
a swift and seemingly practised movement the handsome rancher bent
forward, took Joel around the waist and lifted him off his feet,
before tucking the stunned youth under his arm and holding him with
his long, tanned, athletic, legs and tight white, underpants covered,
bottom raised high in the air. 
raised his hand above his head, and then brought his palm down with a
hard “SMACK!” across the centre of Joel’s uplifted bottom. This
first smack was followed by a second and third, each “SMACK!”
accompanied by a furious yell of protest from Joel.
Flinthard’s voice raised above the noise “Excuse me Mr, Rutter, but
as I recall, you specifically guaranteed that the defendant would
receive ‘bare bottom spankings‘ but his bottom is clearly not
you are right, your honour, I shall rectify that immediately”
replied Miles with a grin.
NOO!” Joel roared “Don’t you FUCKING DA….!!” before the words
had left his lips, he felt Miles’s firm hand grasp the waist band of
his underpants and with one purposeful yank, pulled away the last
vestige of his rapidly shrinking dignity exposing his bare, eighteen
year old, bottom to a courtroom full of observers.
assured, your honour all spankings will be on the bare bottom in
future!” promised Joel’s new full guardian as he raised the leather paddle
high in the air in preparation for the next spanking slap.
they should be!” replied Judge Flinthard approvingly “As they
should be”
Almost immediately, the paddle landed hard across the tender bare skin at the lower part
of Joel’s exposed behind, the whippy leather connecting sharply with the
centre of both cheeks at the same time. The resounding “SMACK!”
being followed, almost instantly, by an outraged yelp of pain from
next couple of dozen smacks fell almost rhythmically, first on the
left cheek, then the right followed by a hard “WHACK!” across the
centre of the cheeks. 
Ever the showman, and aware that he was being
observed by a court full of people, Miles laid down the paddle and began spanking Joel with his broad and work hardened palm, swinging his spanking
arm in large loops as he smacked, as if conducting an orchestra
through a particularly lively section of music.
a rancher, with eight young ranch hands under his control, Miles was
an experienced spanker and his skill at the art was clearly evident
as the demonstration progressed.
was also keenly aware that the scene was being observed by a crowd of
people and the sting to his pride burned almost as powerfully as the
escalating sting in his bottom. Nothing in his 18 years of life had
prepared him for the embarrassment and humiliation of this moment.
He guessed there were around thirty people in the court that day, and
they were all watching. He remembered that two of his buddies, and
his new girlfriend were in court to support him, they were watching
right now, and he knew they would tell everyone what they had seen.
The hot pink glow of embarrassment rose in his face.
in his life also compared to the spanking he was receiving from Mr.
Rutter. Miles was considerably stronger, fitter and more experienced
than Jole’s Dad had been, even before his accident. The many
spankings Joel had received in the past may have stung, but they were
minor by comparison to the relentless stinging bombardment his
sensitive behind was now enduring.
Rutter sure knew how to spank a guy!
seeking an end to his torment, Joel tried struggling to free himself,
by the rancher’s grip just grew tighter, and the young miscreant’s
efforts only caused him to tip further forward raising his bare
bottom higher in the air. To his added mortification, Joel realised
that raising his bottom higher had caused his cheeks to part,
exposing the tiny tight pink button on his virgin anus to anyone who
cared to look, and he knew they were all looking.
most intimate crevice, unseen by anyone since his mother last changed
his diaper as a baby, was now showcased to the world, could anything
be more humiliating?
Joel would soon discover, life could get more humiliation, and it
soon would do.
..SMACK! SMACK! The hard and calloused farmer’s palm continued to
smack the unfortunate Joel’s naked backside, which had quickly turned
from ivory white to a rapidly reddening pink, as each impact left
it’s mark on the now very sore bubble butt.
of the spanking demo had quickly spread round the court house, with
the result that court staff and members of the public who had been
attending other courts had all hurried to see the show and crowded
into the small courtroom, many using their cell phones to photograph
and film the scene for posterity, and social media distribution.
any other time, Judge Flinthard would not have permitted photography
in his court, but he was now to preoccupied with the activity in the
centre of the court. Rumours of his honour’s private interests were
proving to be well founded, and Joel’s lawyer, who was now sitting at
the table with the broadest possible grin on his face, had not been
wrong in guessing that the old man might respond favourably to Mr.
Rutter’s proposition.
get the gentleman a chair!” ordered the judge.
am fine standing sir!” replied Miles, looking back at the judge
while still spanking Joel with well practised aim.
… no! Mr, Rutter” insisted the judge, “You must look after
your back … it will have a lot of work to do!”
bailiff quickly picked up the spare chair from the lawyer’s bench,
and carried it to the centre of the court room where Miles sat down
and pulled Joel over his knees in the traditional spanking position.

to Joel’s even greater humiliation. Miles picked up the paddle again and proceeded to spank him
exactly as he would a naughty little boy, except that he was being
spanked on his bare adult bottom, and in front of a courtroom full of
fascinated observers.
attempted to struggle and kick, in an effort to free himself, but the
older man was just too strong for him, and there was clearly going to
be no escape from his, mortifying and embarrassing punishment.
horror, Joel realised that tears were running down his cheeks, and
that he was actually crying like some little kid, in front a crowd of
increasingly amused spectators, surely nothing could be worse than
Joel would soon discover that actually things could get worse and
they were about to do so.
however, this stage of Joel’s ordeal finally came to an end, when,
resisting the strong temptation to view more, the judge called for
the demonstration to end. “Thank you Mr. Rutter, we have seen
enough to reassure the court that you are more than capable of
undertaking the task you have suggested”
immediately stropped what he was doing and pushed the still
blubbering Joel off his lap, causing the boy to land heavily on his
well spanked behind, adding further discomfort and humiliation to his
already mortifying situation.
am now ready to make my decision” said the Judge “The prisoner
should stand!”
in unison, Miles and the bailiff both grabbed hold of Joel, by an arm
each, and hoisted him to his feet, so that he stood between then,
facing the bench.
judge looked at Joel through piercing ice gray eyes his expression
clearly revealing his contempt for the young man “Joel Aaron
Bennett, you have been convicted of committing a violent felony
assault, during the course of perpetrating a robbery. These offences
were committed while you were still serving a, in my opinion,
particularly lenient sentence of probation as a result of a previous
conviction for driving a motor vehicle while under the influence of
both alcohol …” he paused for effect “and other illegal
shifted uncomfortably from one white socked foot to the other,
wishing he had had time to put his pants back on, and still far more
impacted by the sting in his throbbing bottom than in the gravity of
the judges words. The judges next statement, however, certainly got
his attention.
without consideration of a number of previous convictions” boomed
the judge “Such behaviour warrants a lengthy period of
incarceration of no less than three to five years!”
chill of fear ran down Joel’s back a beads of cold sweat formed on
his brow, as he recalled the leering threats from other prisoners
while in the holding cells. He knew what fate awaited a cute white
boy in prison
judge allowed himself the satisfaction of watching the look of terror
flood across Joel’s handsome face before continuing “However, it is
your good luck, albeit you may not consider it as such, that you
committed a crime in one of the few remaining counties, in one of the
few remaining states, which still allow corporal punishment as part
of the judicial process and I have decided that you are uniquely
suited to such a punishment.”
stared blankly at the judge, not fully understanding what was being
said, but sure that whatever it was he would not like it.
have listened to the wise words spoken in mitigation by the excellent
Mr. Rutter” continued the judge “and I am minded to agree to his
suggestion …… with certain conditions. You will be placed under
Mr. Rutters care, and will reside on his ranch in Culvers Gulch for a
minimum period of three years. Mr. Rutter will effectively act as
your guardian and parole officer …. on the following
understood that part of what the judge had said, and was now certain
he would not like the rest. 
the event that you misbehave in any way, show any impertinence, or
indeed do anything which irritates Mr. Rutter, he, or anyone he
delegates the duty to will take down whatever pants you are wearing
and spank you!”
Flinthard was delighted by the priceless look of stunned horror and
embarrassment, on Joel’s young face as he continued. “All spankings
will be on your bare bottom and will be applied as hard and as often
as you deserve them ….. which I have no doubt will be very hard,
and very often!”
mouth began to open and close, not unlike an extraordinarily good
looking fish, struggling for a suitably rude response to shout at the
judge, but no words came.
I have full confidence in Mr. Rutter’s dedication and efficiency, the
court will periodically inspect the progress of your punishment. The
County Sheriff’s office will undertake regular inspection visits, and
….. I, myself will make occasional unannounced visits to ensure the
sentence is being executed correctly …….. and I shall expect to
see evidence! …. “ The judge leaned forward, lifted his hand and
wagged his finger. “The court has treated you very leniently young
man. However, be under no illusion, any breach of probation,
including attempts to abscond from Mr. Rutter’s custody, will result
in immediate incarceration in a state correctional facility for a
minimum of five years!” he lifted a glass of water, and took a sip
“Do you understand?”
eyed and stiff with shock, Joel’s mouth continued to open and shut
understands, your honour!” interjected Miles, “I will make sure
of that!”
… I should hope so!” replied the Judge, standing up abruptly as
the Bailiff called upon the court to rise. “Well” he said “That
is a very suitable outcome.” the old man left the court, with a
satisfied smile on his face.
turned to Joel’s lawyer “It worked!” he said “I thought the
judge might require more persuading!”
lawyer smiled mysteriously “It can pay to find out a Judge’s
private interests” he said “You had better be prepared for the
old man to come calling! ….. to check on Joel’s ….progress!”
a problem” replied Miles “What now?”
are both free to go” answered the Lawyer “I will arrange the
paperwork, but you had better get Joel out of here. The press will
hear of this judgement soon, and you should be gone before the
reporters arrive!”
turned to Joel “Come with me Joel” he said “We need to make a
start if we are to reach the ranch before nightfall”
off!” snarled Joel “I am not going anywhere with you!”
yes you are Kid!” smiled Miles ”You don’t have a choice!”
Joel knew what was happening Miles had taken hold of him, lifted him
off the ground, and thrown him over his shoulder in the traditional
‘fireman’s lift’ “What the fuck are you doing?!!” he yelled
you to your new home kid!” replied Miles, delivering a resounding
slap to the top of Joel’s bare thigh.
slap, as well as stinging like mad, reminded Joel that he was still
naked from the waist down, and that, once again, his elevated bottom
was on full public display. “My pants!” he cried “where are my
won’t need those!” laughed Miles “I am minded to keep you bare
butt on the ranch …. it will save time!” With that, he turned
sharply and began to make his way towards the door, still carrying
his new, bare bottomed, ward over his broad shoulder.
he did so, the courtroom full of spectators, who had just witnessed
Joel’s humiliating chastisement, Joel’s two buddies and new
girlfriend among them, broke into spontanious applause and laughter,
many again taking taking photographs, which would live forever on the
internet, and come back to embarrass Joel for years to come.
in the foyer, People who had been unaware of the spectacle playing
out in court 4 spun round in amazement as as the tall man, carrying
the half naked youth over his shoulder strode past them, Joel’s
glowing, and still bright pink bottom bouncing up and down in rhythm
with Mile’s confident and somewhat jaunty pace.
the court steps and into the street they went, past crowds of people,
gasping, catcalling and laughing at such a bizarre but somehow
hilarious site, the redness of Joel’s bottom, clear evidence to all
that he had recently been spanked, adding to the amusement.
Joel peered over his shoulder at the laughing throng, his face
flowing no less pink than his bottom, he wished that the street
beneath Mile’s feet would open up and swallow them. However, there
was no escape from his thoroughly deserved punishment, which he
suspected had only just begun.