The Shamed Peeper

pain from the wasp stings may have faded into a painful and
embarrassing memory, but Darrell Todd’s punishment was not over.
that Darrell needed to be taught a proper lesson. Sam Burgess had
taken it upon himself to phone Darrell’s father and tell him all
about his 19 year old son’s attempt to spy into the girl’s showers.
Todd, was deeply shocked, shamed, appalled and infuriated in equal
measure to hear what his son had been up to. Punishment was
required, and that punishment should be severe and memorable
devout member of his local church, Marshall had never chastised his
children physically, however, after speaking with the new pastor he
had undergone a significant change in views “Thou shalt
beat him with the rod, and shalt deliver his soul from hell!

he muttered, angrily quoting from Proverbs, as the Pastor had done
For what son is not disciplined by his father?
gentle approach had clearly failed with Darrell, and, 19 or not, it
was time his son experienced the discipline he had been missing.
guessed something was wrong when he saw his Dad’s face as he picked
him up from the bus stop, and drove him home in total silence.
However, when he was ordered to bed and told he would be dealt with
in the morning, he knew he was in serious trouble.
next morning Darrell awoke, took a shower and headed downstairs for
breakfast, only to find his father waiting for him at the foot of the
stairs. Marshall ordered his sun into the study and told him to drop
his shorts “You will not need them for a while!” he said before
pulling the protesting Darrell over his knee.
know all about what you did at camp!” shouted the angry man.
You can’t do this to me, I am 19!” cried Darrell
am going to do a lot worse to you!” Marshall snapped before
proceeding to give his unlucky son a long hard OTK spanking.
was, if anything almost as embarrassing to Darrell as what had
happened at Camp, being spanked bare bottom, over his father’s knee
like some little kid, was totally humiliating for him. To make
matters worse, he realised that his Dad had left the study door open,
and his younger brother, Tyler, was watching his punishment with a
broad, ear to ear, grin on his face.
this was only the beginning of Darrell’s punishment. His Dad had
decided that to reinforce the message, his son should be shamed and
continued spanking his son until his bottom was bright red, and would
remain so for some hours, and then pushed him off his knee. He stood
up, picked up a jockstrap which was on the table and tossed it to
Darrell “Put that on!” he demanded.
was confused, but did as he was told, he then reached for his shorts.
Snapped Marshall, “You will not need those, leave them there and
come with me!”
reluctantly followed his father as he led him out into the garden.
“Dad, people will see me!!” he whispered.
is the idea!” Marshall replied. “Now I want you to get on that!”
he pointed to Darrell’s old bike. Darrell immediately noticed that a
sign had been taped to the back of the saddle, and, as he approached
it, he realised, to his dismay that it carried the statement:
onto it.
that for Dad?” stammered Darrell
are going to ride round town, so that everyone can see that you have
received the punishment you deserve!” replied Mr Todd coldly …
“And to make sure nobody misses the fact you will wear this ….”
picked a large yellow card with the statement:
onto it. The card was attached to a length of white cord, which
Marshall proceed to tie round Darrell’s middle, so the card sat
squarely on his back.
is so humiliating!” wailed Darrell painfully aware that his younger
brother had followed them into the garden to watch.
is exactly what you need!” replied Marshall, “I intend to punish
you in a manner you will not forget in a hurry! You will ride your
bike all around town six times, so that all of our neighbours can see
that you have been punished!”
… but!!” spluttered Darrell “That means they will all know that
I still get spanked …. I’m 19!!”
is why you need a more severe punishment …. NOW GET ON THAT BIKE!”
Reluctantly began to mount the bike, but then noticed that there were
three thumb tacks glued to the seat “I can’t sit on those!!” he
are there to ensure that you keep your bottom raised, so that
everyone can see it!” replied his father “and see how red and
sore it is!”
won’t do it!” protested Darrell
yes you will” replied Marshall ”and I will be following in the
truck with your Grandpa’s size 14 slipper, and, if I see you trying
to hide yourself or take a detour, I will use it on you in the
street!!” he waved the large and scary looking slipper in front of
Darrell, who was sure it would sting like hell, and had no wish to
experience it.
will then tie you over the hood of the truck and drive you round town
that way! So you decide!!”
a sinking heart, but knowing he had no option, Darrell climbed onto
his bike taking care to avoid the sharp points of the thumb tacks
glued to the saddle, and pointing unnervingly in the direction of his
bare, jockstrap framed, bottom.
by his Dad’s truck, Darrell slowly rode his bike down the drive and
into the main road. He had never felt so embarrassed and so exposed
in his life, it was only fear of what his father might do if he
didn’t obey which forced him on.
Todds’ house was just over half a mile from town and the road was
empty, so the first part of Darrell’s ordeal passed unobserved other
than by his father and Tyler, who accompanied Marshall Todd in the
truck. However, with mounting dread Darrell knew his relative
privacy would be short lived, …. and he was right!
reaching the town, the miserable 19 year old’s worst fears came true.
The streets were crowded with people, including many of Darrels
buddies and previous classmates. In panic he briefly thought of
turning round and making his escape, but then he remembered the
oversized slipper sitting on the dashboard of his father’s truck, and
realised there was no escape.
first nobody took any notice of the boy on the bike, but then one of
the football team read the notice on Darrel’s back then spotted
Darrell’s bare and still very red bottom and let out a “Whoop” of
glee, alerting others that there was something to see.
the shouts, whistles and catcalls began, as passers by stopped to
stare point and take photographs of the disgraced Darren, riding his
bike down the street, his bare and spanked bottom raised and fully
displayed for all to enjoy.
would continue for the next two hours, as Darrell rode back and forth
through the town, knowing that his humiliation would be remembered
and laughed about by everyone who saw it, for years to come.
time to time his legs grew tired and his bottom began lowering
towards the saddle, only to spring back up again as the sharp tips of
the thumb tacks pricked his skin.
this an appropriate punishment for what he had done? who can say, but
he certainly never tried peeping into the girls’ showers again!!

The Wasp Stung Peeper

wasp stung peeper

year old Darrell Todd’s luck ran out on the day he tried to spy on
the girls in the shower hut at Rosy Glow camp, where he was spending
the summer. He was just getting into a position where he could see
through an open skylight window when the tree branch be was balancing
on have way and he fell with a winding thud into a fork.
his horror he realised he trapped, and to make matters worse, not
only had his shorts, which he had undone, with the intention of
jacking off as he watched the girls, fallen down, but his underpants
had caught on a branch, pulling his bottom upwards in a painful and
embarrassing wedgie.
snowy white butt cheeks and part of his little tight pink anus, we
fully exposed, and due to his position between the branches, he was
unable to reach back and either free his snagged pants, or cover
himself in any way.
struggled to free himself but to no avail and in fact just managed to
wedge himself even more tightly between the branches.
he was frantically trying to think what to do, he became aware of a
loud buzzing noise behind him. He looked back over his shoulder,
and between the branches which were holding him like a vice, gasped
in horror at what he saw.
inches from his uplifted and very bare bottom was a large wasps’
nest, with a number of it’s buzzing inhabitants either crawling on
the nest, or flying around it. From the angry sounds they were
making, it was clear that they had been disturbed by his fall, and
were not pleased.
froze, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, anxious not to
further attract the wasp’s attention to his exposed and vulnerable
bottom. However, wasps, with a nest to protect, are naturally
inquisitive creatures and some were already buzzing perilously close
to his naked and, despite his efforts to prevent it, quivering
cheeks. With sickening fear, he realised that his predicament was
far worse than he had imagined.
thought of shouting for help, but fear of disturbing the wasps, plus
his masculine pride, made almost as afraid of the girls coming and
seeing him in this humiliating state
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had been in this uncomfortable, humiliating and very dangerous
position for about 20 minutes, with wasps flying closer and closer to
his exposed derrière when he heard the sound of someone approaching,
and two of the camp handymen, Bart and Sam, came walking down the
path both dressed in full beekeeping outfits. The two men stopped in
amazement at the sight of young Darrell Todd pantless and trapped
between the branches of the tree, with his bare, wedgie elevated,
backside right next to the hornet’s nest..
help me, my foot slipped, and I’m trapped!” whispered Darrell,
holding his finger to his lips, as he was still anxious not to
disturb the wasps
were you doing up the tree?” asked Bart Wickett
by the window to the girl’s showers” added Sam Burgess, knowingly
raising an eyebrow
your pants, round your knees?” interjected Bart, the younger of the
two, with a grin
… er ..I…!” stammered Darrell
were peeing, weren’t you?” Snarled Sam “Looks like you are about
to get just what you deserve!”
.. I … er ….please get me down….!
Sam I know we were supposed to remove those wasps” grinned Bart
turning to his mate “but it sure seems a shame to disturb them when
they have such a peachy target to play with!!”
right!” laughed Sam Burgess in agreement “Leave em’ be a while!
… but lets wake them up a bit first” he picked up the garden fork
which the men had planned to use to dislodge the wasps’ nest, and
instead began hitting the side of the nest, causing a swarm of angry
buzzing wasps to come flying out, looking for something to attack.
PLEASE!! … Guys don’t do this …GET ME DOWN!!” Yelled Darrell in
the words has barely left his lips when the first fire laden stinger
jabbed hard into the centre of his right butt cheek.
OWWW!” screamed Darrell as the agonizing pain shot like a well
aimed bullet into the flesh of his athletic but still tender behind.
The first wasp was quickly followed by a compatriot, equally intent
on attacking the perceived enemy with its fiery stinger. The handsome
still pale object, right in front of their nest, presented to them as
a perfect target on which to vent their fury.
a third and fourth wasp launched their tormenting attacks on the
unlucky Darrell’s posterior, the one jabbing the centre of the right
butt cheek, whilst the second simultaneously jabbed its tiny but
venom laden stinger into the sensitive skin at the very base of the
young jock’s right but cheek.
….. OUCH!! ….AAAAOWWW!” screamed Darrell jerking forward as if
kicked my a mule. Unfortunately this just resulted in forcing the
unlucky lad further over the branch while the snagged pants lifted
his bottom higher, further spreading his cheeks and presenting an
even more exposed and welcoming target to the oncoming wasps.
two men let out loud guffaws of delighted laughter at the sight
before them, neither man was naturally cruel, but it appealed to
their sense of justice to see the handsome young man paying such a
painful penalty for his actions.
Leaned towards his workmate “Don’t you think he has had enough
now?” he said, he will be sore for days.
yet” replied Sam “My daughter would have been in that shower, let
a few more of the little bastards sting his ass first!” with that
he delivered a further WHACK to the fragile nest with the fork
OUCH!” yelled Darrell, as another two of the “little bastards”
did just what Sam Burgess has hoped they would, stung his now well
stung bottom.
the already stinging pain peppering his behind, the terrified young
jock, then sensed a wasp landing on him and crawling over his bottom.
With a growing sense of dread, he realised that the tiny, but
ferocious creature was heading towards the crack between his butt
cheeks, where as the sensation of cool fresh air told him, his anus
was now fully exposed.
off me, you little …..!!” Darrell whispered frantically,
attempting to shake off the insect, but the wasp relentlessly
continued it’s advance, up to the smooth still unstung slope between
the cheeks then, like an explorer surveying new terrain, it continued
down the valley towards the puckering pink oval at its base. Within
moments the tiny feet were now tickling the tense but sensitive petal
like skin at the lip of Darrell’s tight, virgin portal.
what was about to happen, Darrell shuddered involuntarily, a reflex
which was to have painful consequences. The movement, though slight
to a human, was not unlike an earth tremor to the startled wasp,
which instantly jabbed it’s stinger into the trembling pink flesh,
and released a full does of its searing venom deep into the rim of
Darrel’s most sensitive spot..
pain which the young, would be, peeper had experienced in his 18
years of life had hurt as much as much as been stung on the asshole
by a wasp!
is such a shock to the system that his body jerks forward, freeing
himself from the branches, tearing his underpants off and sending him
hurtling out of the tree.
and Sam jumped forward and caught the falling youth, before he hits
the ground, where he would have most probably broken some bones.
struggles to his feet, he was now naked from the waist down, as his
shorts had come off as he fell. Then, instead of thanking the guys
for saving him, he yelled at them “You fucking jerks!!, its because
of you those fucking wasps stung my fucking ass!! ….. And it
fucking hurts!!”
as much as it is about to hurt!” snapped Sam, seizing Darrell’s ear
between his thumb and forefinger.
by Bart, Sam dragged the protesting young jock towards a tree stump.
He sat down and pulled Darrell across his lap
are you doing? Let me go you creep!” protested the now very worried
way kid!” smiled Sam, “You are going to get the spanking that
dirty little peepers like you deserve!
you have!” laughed Sam “right there!” WHACK!! “and there!”
that Sam began spanking Darrell, making sure that as often as he
could the palm of his hard rubber glove covered hand lander right on
the raised angry red spot where the wasps had left their mark, as
Darrell struggled an hollerred in agony!
turn next!” laughed Bart
your turn Buddy” replied Sam “I am having far too much fun!!”
resounding SMACKS!, each accompanied by an increasingly more shrill
cry of pain echoed around the camp, causing campers and staff to
hurry over to see what was causing the commotion.
Darrell, he was paying a painful penalty for trying to spy on the
girls. He would not be able to sit down for days, or show his face
for a lot longer.
was the day that Darrell Todd’s luck really ran out!

Crosby’s shots


receiving a painful injection in each bottom cheek, unlucky Crosby
gets spanked, caned and then spanked again!

from “Tales from the Headmaster’s study 11 – Wheals of Misfortune

An Unlucky Tumble / Officer Dickman’s Promise

Officer Dickman was lecturing young Randall Taylor about Park etiquette “Now listen Boy, I don’t care if you are 18! I’ve told you before, if I catch you Skateboarding in the Botanical Gardens again, I’m going to put you across my knee and spank your little bare bottom so hard and so long, you you won’t be able to sit down this side of Thanksgiving! and then only on a foam cushion!!” 
“No Sweat Officer Dick ,,,,man!” replied Randall, almost succeeding in disguising his insolence “I don’t skateboard no more, that’s kid’s stuff!” 
“I hope so boy, as I am a man with a hard hand who never breaks his word!”
Randall, however, was not a man who’s word could be trusted, as soon as the policeman left, he was back on his skateboard,    hurtling round the bark, frightening elderly visitors and damaging flower displays 


However, naughty boys learn painful lessons and one unlucky tumble sent the deserving lad flying towards a particularly uncomfortable landing!

It to a doctor and two nurses three hours to remove all the cactus thorns from Randall’s well punctured bottom, while the 18 year old hoodlum yelled, cried and hollered like a three year old.


But that was nothing like the noise Randall made when Officer Dickman kept his word!!

If anyone would like to write a better story to match these pictures (or maybe suggest a sequel) please add a comment below

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Dad’s Christmas Gifts 

The full sized version on the new JockSpank Christmas header 

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some reason, this Christmas, all the neighbors decided that Carlton’s
Dad needed some new slippers, and Dad knew exactly what they should be
used for

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Cody’s Four Pink Cheeks

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Five Years With Daddy Spank

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Sting of the Jungle III (Part 2)

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felt very sorry for himself, he had not been able to sit down
comfortably for days, after Tarzan had spanked him immediately after
removing the porcupine quills from his bottom. To make matters worse
all his loincloths had been confiscated because he kept losing them,
therefore, he was naked at all times, which was not only
embarrassing but he also felt very vulnerable, especially since he
had discovered that the object he had seen Tarzan whittling was a
anything, night time was even worse, as the sting in his bottom kept
him awake, so he just lay there thinking about how awful it was to be
stuck in a boring jungle with a strong armed muscle man who believed
the answer to any problem was to spank it. He determined that, as
soon as he could, he would escape to America and live in a city,
where he could wear clothes and never get spanked again.

he would keep that plan a secret, he didn’t wish to give Tarzan any reason to make his bottom any sorer than it already was.

Luckily Boy
was young, and the young heal quickly, so within a few days his
bottom returned to an unspanked and, rather delightful like pink
shade. Once again as the sting in his tail faded, so did his self-seeking resolve to be good. He was just about to sneak off and find
somewhere private, where he could jack off, when he heard Tarzan
calling for him.
what’s that jerk want now?” he thought. 

He considered hiding,
however, the memory of the last spanking had not sufficiently faded
for him to risk another one just yet. Adopting a pose of nonchalance,
tinged with as much insolence as he dared, he sauntered into the
jungle clearing where Tarzan was waiting, his arrogant attitude
somewhat undermined by the fact that he was as naked as a baby.

grimaced at the sight of the two large empty containers at Tarzan’s
feet, as he knew they meant he would be ordered to carry out one of
his least favourite chores.
barrel is almost empty again!” snapped the older man “I told you
to keep it full, or we will have nothing to drink or wash with! You
need to fill it up now”
sulky expression on Boy’s face expressed exactly how he felt about
this task. It would take ten containers to fill the water barrel,
that meant five trips to the river carrying heavy containers of
had better wear this” said Tarzan “holding out one of Boy’s
confiscated loincloths “In case the women from the village are
there.” he added “However, if you loose this one, you won’t be able to sit
down this side of the monsoon season!”
course I won’t loose it! sneered Boy hurriedly grasping at the first
vestige of dignity he’s been allowed in days “I am not stupid you
raised one eyebrow as he watched Boy hurriedly putting on the
loincloth, but decided to keep his council for the moment. The
older man grinned, he had a sneaking suspicion that boy’s pert and
perfectly formed bottom would be back over his knee, receiving
another well deserved spanking, once again in the very near future!

was a hot day and, despite being remarkably fit and athletic, by the
time Boy had completed two trips to the river and back carrying heavy
containers of water he was hot, sweaty, irritable and feeling in need of a
break. The cool river water looked very tempting, he decided to take
a quick swim before continuing his heavy task. Careful not to get the
loincloth wet, he stripped naked and left the precious garment by a
tree on the river bank before diving into the water for a brief
skinny dip.
did not notice that Hector, one of the chimpanzees which Tarzan had
raised from a baby, had followed him to the river, and was sitting on
the bank, watching him splashing about in the shallows.
chimp harboured a strong resentment for Boy, who had bullied it
cruelly for years, and as it observed the naked boy, oblivious to his
beauty but keenly aware of it’s animosity towards it’s sometime
tormentor, a plot began to form in Hector’s almost human brain.
highly intelligent creature, Hector understood a lot of human
language and the line “You won’t sit down ..” was a phrase it had
heard often enough to understand what it meant and to appreciate the
implied threat they held for it’s adversary’s bottom. It understood
that Tarzan had used the phrase in connection with the piece of cloth
he had given to Boy, and concluded that, were Boy to loose that piece
of cloth, Tarzan might inflict pain on Boy’s rump. If so, it would
be an outcome which the vengeful ape would find very pleasing indeed.
Chimpanzee hurried over to the loincloth and snatched it up, waving
it in the air and making loud hoots and screeches to attract Boy’s
the noise, Buy spun round and spotted the chimp on the bank “What’s
that dumb ape doing?!” He thought, then he spotted the loincloth
gripped in Hector’s fist “Put that down you stupid fucking
monkey!” he yelled, but Hector just let out a chattering laugh and
scuttled off toward the woods, still carrying his trophy.
At that moment Boy
suddenly realised that his bottom was very bare and very, very
waded hastily to the bank, knowing he had to retrieve the loincloth
or he would be in for a serious spanking, he gulped, maybe Tarzan
would even use that damn paddle on him!
chimp scampered away through the long grass towards the jungle with
the naked Boy in hot pursuit desperate to retrieve his loincloth and
avoid a paddling.
in the jungle, Hector looked back and impudently waved the loincloth
at Boy, as if taunting him.
you, you little brute!” snarled the angry boy running towards the
monkey. Unfortunately, Boy was so intent on catching the animal he
did not watch where he was going, he tripped and fell forward into
the narrow crook of a tree.
continuing streak of bad luck was showing no signs of leaving him. To
his horror he found that when he attempted to free himself, he found
he could not, he was held tight in the tight gap between the trunk
and a branch, which gripped him firmly round the waist. He struggled
in an effort to get loose, but this merely made his predicament
worse, by pushing his front half forward whilst raising his peachy
bare bottom up and presenting it naked an exposed like a sacrificial
offering to a pagan god.
heard Hector’s shrill chatter transform into a mocking cackle and he
determined he would, one day slaughter that ape!
had been stuck in the vice like grasp on the tree for a few minutes
when he became aware of the sound of something approaching him from
behind. He stiffened in fear and a bead of sweat formed on his
forehead. Not all the predators in the jungle were tame, due to his position he was
unable to clime a tree to avoid sharp teeth and claws, whilst he knew
his lower half would appear a tempting feast for a hungry carnivore. 

In fact the approaching “thing” was two young men from the
village on the edge of the jungle, returning from an unsuccessful
hunting expedition.

first youth to enter the clearing stopped in amazement at the sight
which met him, a handsome white bottom and legs protruding from a
fork in a large wild fig tree. His surprise did not last for long,
there were only two semi naked white men this deep in the West
African jungle, and from one glance at the pert young bottom and
toned athletic legs he could be reasonably sure it wasn’t the more
bulky and muscular Tarzan.
was well known to the villagers, but, unlike the popular Tarzan, Boy
was not well liked. He was generally considered an arrogant and
selfish brat, whom they widely suspected spied on the village girls.
They all delighted in the stories of Boy’s many misfortunes, which
invariably resulted in Boy receiving a very sore bottom, which in
their view he richly deserved.
was no great surprise to find that Boy had got himself into yet
another embarrassing predicament, and the youth’s heart missed a
couple of beats at the prospect of this time being the one in a position to give Boy his sore

by his companion, who exploded in giggles upon realising what an
opportunity for a bit of entertainment they had happened upon, the
two youths approached Boy’s exposed and vulnerable backside. The
first youth lifted his spear and jabbed first Boy’s left butt cheek
then the right one with the sharp point.
cried out in shock and pain, his first terrified thought being that
the sharp points were the teeth of a leopard , and then he heard the
very human sound of laughter and his fear turned to anger and
other youth joined in and both had some fun jabbing Boy’s sensitive
bottom with their sharp spears and laughing as their target squealed
in pain and outrage, threatening them with any amount of revenge he
was in no position to inflict.
youths eventually tired of that game, but they were not finished with
Boy by any means . Freeing him from the crook of the tree, they
immediately trussed him up like a turkey with hanging vines and proceeded to
hoist him into the air.  Whilst he hung helplessly before them they smeared his behind with fresh
honey from the honeycomb they carried with them for energy.

Laughing happily at Boy’s discomfort, the two youths then headed back to the village leaving Boy hanging from the vine.

first Boy did not understand the purpose of the honey, but it soon
became clear, as the sweet sticky substance attracted every stinging
insect in the vicinity, which all came swarming around his behind in a
frenzy of buzzing and stinging.
yelled and struggled as the as the tiny but toxic creatures attacked
him with vigour, covering his well jabbed and honey smeared bottom with painful
struggling snapped the vines by which he was hanging from the tree,
and he hurtled toward the hard jungle floor….
he made a painful landing.
lept to his feel, clutching his tortured behind and let out a yell of
anguish, a not unfamiliar sound in that corner of the jungle.
loincloth briefly forgotten the red bottomed Boy made his way home. However, he
remembered it as soon as he met up with Tarzan and saw the look on
his face, and the paddle gripped in his hand. Boy knew instantly that
he was about to be spanked!
was not wrong, Tarzan was furious, not only has his miscreant ward
clearly lost his clothing again, but he had only filled a quarter of
the tank with water. To make matters worse when he had gone to the
river to find what was taking Boy so long, he had been just in time
to see the precious containers, which Boy had left on the bank
floating off down stream towards the mighty Congo river, where they would be lost forever
containers had come from a aircraft which had crashed a few years
earlier and would not be easy to replace that deep in the jungle.
Boy would have to carry water in banana leaves in future. However,
that punishment would come later, right now it was time for the especially crafted
paddle to be put to work. Tarzan strode forward grabbed hold of Boy,
slung the lad over his shoulder and headed towards a rock, where he
sat down and placed Boy firmly across his knee.
was then paddled from various angles, first on his back over Tarzan’s
knee with his legs in the air.

bent over a fallen tree, his long athletic legs kicking helplessly behind him, as Hector the sadistic ape, shrieked with delight.
the next twenty minutes the sound of whacking echoed through the
jungle, as the birds and animals fell silent listening to the
familiar sound of Boy’s progressively more frantic cries.
it was over, Tarzan marched off into the jungle clutching the still
warm paddle in his hand, leaving a well punished Boy crouching on all
fours, his glowing red bottom sticking up in the air.
the chimpanzee which had followed Boy when he returned to camp, and
happily watched while his enemy was punished, looked on, pleased, in
it’s almost human way, with it’s day’s work. 

to eat a banana, the sight of Boy’s fiery red spanked bottom and the
now exposed puckering portal between the cheeks, caused a more appropriate
use for the curved cylinder shaped fruit began to form in it’s mind,
a use which would add a final, uncomfortable, humiliation to Boy’s
catalogue of mishaps. 
waddled up to Boy, and with one swift movement, rammed the banana
firmly into Boy’s upraised anus, forcing it in until only a couple of
inches remained exposed, protruding from the tight orifice.
The expression on the ape’s face couldn’t have said more clearly, “Now you’re fucked asshole!” 

gasped in mortified horror as the hard and rather large alien object
invaded his most intimate parts, momentarily frozen in shock, shame
and humiliation. This had certainly not been a good day.

The End