Sting of the Jungle III (Part 1)

 Part 1

Boy
was in a good mood, it had been over a week since the unfortunate
incident with the chilli paste and days since Tarzan last spanked
him. As always, as soon as the sting faded from Boy’s bottom, his
nineteen year old mind began to move on to misbehaviour, and all
promises of being good in future, no matter how genuinely they were
meant whilst the imprint of the older man’s palm still glowed on his
cheeks, began to fade together with the angry pink of his last
spanking.
After
resentfully hurrying through his obligatory chores, boy ran through
the jungle until he reached a tree which gave him a good vantage
point from which he could view the section of the river where the
village girls often went to bathe. His young loins throbbing with
testosterone, he was planning to jack off while spying on them.

 

 

However,
to his annoyance once he reached the top of the tree, he was just in
time to see two of the girls, fully dressed and walking away from the
river bank, their wet hair evidence he had arrived too late to view
their ablutions.
Damn!”
he hissed “it was fucking Tarzan’s fault!” insisting that he
clear rocks, when he could instead have been getting his rocks off
peeping at naked women.
Well
there was no point in sitting up a tree with no entertainment, so he
decided to go somewhere private where he could relieve his
frustration. Taking hold of a hanging vine he launched himself into
the air, his lithe young body swinging effortlessly through the
trees. 
 

 

Unfortunately
for Boy, with his mind focused on his need to masturbate, he failed
to watch where he was going, and, it was only at the last moment that
he saw that he was swinging straight towards one of the long horned
cattle from the village, which had obviously wondered into the
jungle. He was swinging straight towards one of the animals horns.
Boy jerked the vine, in an attempt to avoid the animal, but it was to
late, and he was swinging too fast. He only had time to clench his
teeth, as his tender bottom hurtled towards the long sharp horn.

 

AAAAAAGGGGHHHHOOOOWW!!!”
yelled Boy as the hard and cruelly pointed tusk, shot between his
cheeks and roughly forced itself between the puckered pink lips of
his rectum, and up inside him, painfully stretching the tight and
narrow channel beyond. The experience was made even more
uncomfortable from the fact that Boy’s most intimate passageway was
still bruised from a recent, and very similar encounter with a rhino
and still extra sensitive from the Shamen’s hot chilli potion, which
Tarzan had mistakenly rubbed into it. (see part 2)
Tears
streaming from his watering eyes, Boy still had the presence of mind
to grip the vine the ine in an effort to prevent himself sliding
further onto the horn, and becoming totally impaled. However, his
efforts were assisted by the now enraged steer, who dislodged his
unwelcome burden from the end of his horn, before any serious damage
was done, as, with a violent shake of its head, he sent Boy flying
through the air and landing, heavily, and painfully on the hard
ground.

 

Boy
jumped to his feet, clasping his smarting behind, all thought of
masturbation replaced by the throbbing ache between his cheeks.
Boy’s
day had not started well, and it was about to get even worse.
*******

 

The
unhappy youth made his way home rubbing his sore bottom as he went,
he was feeling very sorry for himself. However, that feeling soon
gave way to a different emotion, one of intense nervousness, when he
spotted Tarzan ahead of him, and noticed that he was in the process
of whittling an odd looking wooden object, using a small, but very
sharp, knife. Boy had never seen an object like it before, it was a
flat piece of wood, probably half to three quarters of an inch thick,
narrow at one end, forming what appeared to be a handle. Running
down the centre of the wider end of the object were two rows of round
holes.

Although
Boy did not recognise the object, he had a reasonable idea as to its
potential application, and decided to would be wise to keep himself,
and, in particular, his sore little bottom, as far away from it as
possible.
He
decided that the best course of action would be to climb back up the
tree, and stay there for a while.
However,
Boy had only made it a short distance up the tree, when, for a second
time that day, his carelessness was to have a very painful outcome on
his young bottom.
  

 

Failing
to spot an African hornet’s nest, his bare foot accidentally kicked
it as he climbed past, shattering it into pieces and sending it’s
furious inhabitants into and angry, buzzing, frenzy . As is an angry
hornet’s way, their initial impulse was to sting the nearest object
they could find as revenge for the destruction of their home.

 

It
was Boy’s bad luck, that the nearest sentient object to the hornet’s
wrecked abode was his, very tempting and very exposed backside, which
was immediately spotted by a number of the irate hornets. The
immediately flew straight at it, and sunk their sharp acid filled
stingers into the tender flesh, sending shocks of electric pain
shooting deep into boy’s posterior, causing the lad to shriek in
horror and agony. 
 

 

Knowing
he had only seconds before the whole swarm was onto him, Boy had only
one option, which was to release his grip on the branch which was
holding him and let himself fall out of the tree. As he did so, a
branch snagged his loincloth, ripping it right off, and leaving him
falling naked towards the ground.

 

As
has, no doubt, by now been established Boy was not born under a
lucky star, and as fate would have it, just at that moment a crested
African porcupine was walking beneath the very tree from which was
making his rapid and, bare bottom foremost, descent. Compounding the
bad news, was the that said Porcupine was, at that moment seeking to
impress a nearby female of its species by splaying its sharp pointed
quills, which were pointing skyward in the very direction from which
Boy’s ill fated bottom was fast approaching.
Although
mercifully unaware of the prickly beast’s presence, Boy realised that
his landing was likely to be painful, so he grabbed hold of a vine in
the hope of slowing his fall. 
 

 

Although
this action probably saved him from serious and even permanent
injury, and the porcupine from almost certain death, it only slowed
his fall, which still ended in a painful landing, as the unlucky
miscreant ended up, as only he could, bestriding and sitting upon
the porcupine, its needle like quills jabbing into his hornet stung
bare bottom!
Tarzan
came running at the sound of Boy’s howls of distress, and quickly
helped the wailing lad off the back of the traumatised porcupine and
carried him back to the cave, where he kept the medicine and
supplies, and where he and and his young ward slept during the rainy
season.

 

For
the next hour Boy’s world focused on a ring of exquisite agony
surrounding his upturned, pin cushion resembling, bare bottom, as
Tarzan gently removed the mass of porcupine quills jabbed into it. In
its shock the creature had not fired its quills, and, thanks to the
vine slowing his landing, the quills were not, embedded very deeply
into Boy’s delicate behind, but removing them was still a long and,
for Boy, a painful process!!
As
mentioned previously, Boy had the added misfortune for someone quite
so accident prone, of having an exceptionally low pain with the
result that even low levels of discomfort were difficult for him to
endure with good grace. This discomfort was, of course, on a
different level altogether, and as result yelled and protested
non-stop. However, it was at the very point when Tarzan was the
removing the final quill, which was embedded more firmly that the
rest, and in a particularly sensitive area just millimetres from his
horn bruised anus, that Boy made the mistake which was to add
considerably to his woes.
YEEEOWWCH!!”
he yelled “THAT HURT! YOU F##KING C##T!!”
Tarzan
reached forward and grabbed boy by the ear “WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?”
He snarled “HOW DARE YOU?!!” with that he pulled boy to his feet
and then sat down on a rock, still gripping Boy firmly by the wrist.
“After I devote my valuable time to helping you, all you can do is
speak to me like that …….. You need to be taught some manners
young man!”

Boy
looked in Tarzan’s face and instantly recognised the determined
expression, as the horrific realisation of what his mentor was
planning began to dawn!
No!”
cried Boy “Please Sir not THAT!!” he tried to pull away, but
Tarzan’s grip was like a steel trap, offering Boy no means of escape.
“Please don’t spank me Sir! My bottom is so sore!”
You
should have thought of that, before you used that filthy language!”
growled Tarzan, pulling the struggling 19 year old over his lap “If
you think your bottom is sore now, just wait until I have finished
with it!”

 

With
that he delivered a mighty SMACK! to Boy’s bright red behind,
causing the lad to yelp in pain. “I don’t know where you …”
SMACK! “…learnt that language!…” SMACK! “…but I am going
to..” SMACK!! …”make sure…” SMACK! “…you never use it
…” SMACK!” “again!!” SMACK!!SMACK!!
OWWW!!
…OUCH!! …STOP!” please stop!” protested the wriggling and
struggling Boy “STOP …YOUR FU…. YOUR KILLING ME!!”
Oh
you’ll survive…” SMACK! “…you just won’t be able to…”
SMACK! “..sit down..” SMACK! “for a few..” SMACK! “..days!”
SMACK! … “Just think yourself lucky” SMACK! “I am not using
the new..” SMACK! “.. paddle I made..” earlier
Ignoring
Boy’s pleas Tarzan applied his leather like palm to Boy’s glowing
rump with vigour as a further thirty five smacks echoed around the
cave, accompanied by Boy’s increasingly tearful cries.

 

Finally
Tarzan stopped “I shall be soft with you, because you are already
sore” he snapped “however, if I ever hear you use that language
again, I won’t stop at fifty!” with that, he shoved the lad off
his lap, causing the unfortunate young man’s well spanked and
porcupine pricked behind to land hard on the stony floor, causing yet
another yell of pain.

 

Tarzan
then jumped to his feet “And as you have lost another loincloth!..”
he boomed “you will stay bare bottomed in future!!” he turned and
marched out of the cave leaving boy sitting on him battered behind,
whaling like a baby.
Boy
gingerly stood up, tears running down his face as his hands caressed
his severely punished and beacon red behind. Tarzan was right,
there would be no likelihood that he would be sitting down , and time
soon, and how humiliating to be bare bottomed at all times,
especially when his behind revealed the clear evidence of his
spanking.
He
hoped that there wouldn’t be any visitors to the camp for a while.

I
just can’t get any worse than this” he sniffed feeling very sorry
for himself.
That,
of course, was where Boy was wrong. It could get worse, as he would
soon find out …….
To
be continued ….
( Sting of the Jungle III part 2 will be posted shortly)

Unlucky for Levi – Levi Johnston’s very public spanking

This was originally posted to JockSpank, but I think it is less likely to get lost in the archives here. This young guy gets a sore bottom AND a sore ego:

Based on the results of the JockSpank poll: “Does Levi Johnston deserve a spanking?”

Unlucky for Levi

It was an arrogant and self satisfied young jock’s worst nightmare. “This can not be happening!!” fumed a deeply miserable 21 year old Levi Johnston as he nervously glanced back over his shoulder at the brightly lit television studio, packed with cameras from a dozen TV channels, all focused on his very exposed and very tender bare bottom, as was the 500 strong, specially invited, studio audience of people he had managed to offend and upset in his short life, all grinning from ear to ear, and the positively beaming CNN TV anchor man Anderson Cooper, who was acting as host for the event.

But unlucky for Levi, it was happening

It was not supposed to be like this, when he had agreed to participate in the TV poll “Should Levi Johnston be given his own Reality TV show, or should he be spanked live on National TV?”, he never imagined for one moment that the answer would be a resounding “He should be spanked live on national TV!”.  In his swollen headed arrogance he had been so certain that the nation would go wild at the prospect of a Levi Johnston show that he had invested what was left from what he had been paid for the PlayGirl shoot and what he had made from the sale of his book “Deer in the Headlights” together with everything he could borrow, into advance merchandising, none of which would now be sold, leaving him with huge debts, all of which would have to be paid back.

As a result he had no option other than to go ahead and take the spanking in return for the paltry fee the TV studio had offered. It was either that or he would have to deal with some particularly unpleasant loan sharks, who would in all likelihood do considerably greater damage to a considerably greater number of his body parts.  At least after the spanking he would still be able to walk (and breath), if not sit down for some while.  

He couldn’t believe that the chicks would not have saved him, and what about his legion of gay fans, surely they would prefer to see him in his own reality TV show rather than getting his bare ass spanked, …… gradually the flaw in that particular argument began to dawn on him.

It hadn’t started too badly, East Coast Democrats in places like Vermont and Massachusetts, still delighted that he had pissed off Sarah Palin had voted for the reality show, but they were a rare exception not joined in any significant numbers until residents of the the crazier corners of California began to vote. Meanwhile, throughout the central fly-over states, the cry of “SPANK THE BRAT!” could be heard from sea to shining sea, growing louder as the states became redder. “Fucking Tea Party” snarled Levi under his breath.

However, the vote was by no means split on party lines, America’s demographic is changing and in many multicultural urban areas, which would usually vote solidly Democrat, people voted in droves to see the white boy get his little pink butt spanked.  Likewise, cities with large gay populations like New York, Miami and San Francisco voted for the spanking, few gays may vote Republican, or be  fans of Levi’s one time mother in law to be, but they are first and foremost gay, and they had all seen that butt in PlayGirl.  If Levi had understood the power of advertising, given his low pain threshold, he would never have risked participating in a vote where him receiving a spanking was an option after posing for all those extremely spankable bare bottom pictures, or that shower video.

When the results had come in they were devastating, and a clear indication that Levi’s high opinion of himself was not widely shared.  A gigantic 90% had voted to see him spanked, the reality show was the choice of a tiny, and primarily rather eccentric,10%.

Bad news, they say, often comes in threes, and it was certainly so for Levi, firstly some joker had stolen his clothes from his dressing room while he was taking a shower, leaving him with only a small white towel similar to that he wore in the PlayGirl shoot, to cover his young naked body.                        
Then ,when the security guards had finally dragged him to the studio, who should he see but Todd Palin wearing a huge, very smug, grin and tapping a large hairbrush against the palm of his hand.  It turned out the TV channel had asked if he would deliver the spanking, and he had waived his fee!.

Thus it was that the handsome, but very unhappy Levi Johnston, one time school hockey jock,  D list celebrity, nude model and relatively unsuccessful writer, found himself face down across the knee of his one time prospective father in law, in a network TV studio, wearing nothing but a skimpy white towel.

The towel did not provide protection for very long, as a gleeful Todd immediately reached down and firmly lifted it up revealing the very tempting target of Levi’s bare 21 year old bottom.

At that very moment seismologists with particularly sensitive equipment would have reported a slight tremor running across the nation, as, in unison, two hundred million viewers moved closer to their TV sets, had they not all been watching their own televisions or live streaming at the time.      

Levi hung his head in shame, his face glowing hot and pink with embarrassment, and with the horror of knowing his total humiliation was about to get infinitely worse.

“Good evening Todd …and .. uh.. Levi!” rasped an unusually animated Anderson Cooper “Welcome to Network TV’s one off, 90 minute, prime time event “Levi Johnston Spanked Live”

“Well Hello Anderson!” replied a cheerful Todd Palin, while a miserable, humiliated, and delightfully bare bottomed Levi just glowered silently.

“As I say, this a 90 minute live show Todd, are you up to it?” asked Anderson Cooper raising an already arched eyebrow  
 
“Don’t worry Anderson, I’ll fill that slot, with footage to spare” grinned Todd “When do I get to start?”

“When you are ready!”

Todd was more than ready and did not need to be asked twice. He immediately raised the hairbrush above his head, before bringing it down with a stinging WHACK!” on Levi’s quivering pink butt cheek, followed within nano-seconds by a ringing SWACK! across the other inviting and equally trembling butt cheek.

YAAAAOOOWWW! ….. AAAAGGGHHOOW!” yelled Levi “Stop, I’ve changed my mind!”

But there was no going back, Todd Palin was not going to stop, and the TV networks had sunk too much money into the show to let an arrogant little twerp like Levi to wriggle out of his obligations.  Levi’s protestations were ignored, he was getting spanked like it or not.

The blows continued to rain down on poor Levi’s exposed and vulnerable behind with a loud WHACK!! ….WHACK!! …SWACK! Levi was mortified, not only was he being publicly humiliated by being spanked naked, like some little kid, in front of a national TV audience of millions, plus a syndicated worldwide audience in numbers he could only guess at, but it also stung like fucking hell!!!!”

By now Todd was really enjoying himself, he was 110% straight, yet few things in his live had been quite as pleasurable as was toasting Levi Johnston’s plump little tush, it was something he had looked forward to for a very long time, and he was going to enjoy every moment, with each blow he  paying back the good looking little jerk for each slight and slur he had inflicted on the Palin family, and compensating for all the hurt the young asshole had caused. This thought reminded him of all the things the young varmit across his knee had done over the last three years and Todd continued to belabor the swiftly reddening rump with added vigur.   WHACK!! ….WHACK!! …SWACK! …WHACK!”   

Then, with one firm movement he pushed Levi further over his knee so that the lower part of the young man’s behind was uppermost enabling Todd to concentrate his assault on that sensitive area where the young jock’s perfectly formed bottom reached the upper back of his legs, an area which as Todd recalled from his own youth was particularly tender.

As Anderson Cooper watched Levi Johnston’s bare legs kicking in the air and the piston like rotation of Todd Palin’s spanking arm, he became aware of a odd, but not unpleasant sensation swelling in his lower body, which to his amazement he swiftly identified. This was most unexpected, he was a member of a particularly refined liberal social and political elite, a scion of a  socialist dynasty to the far left of the Democrat party, a debunker of birthers, a scourge of the Tea Party and, until now, a lifelong opponent of corporal punishment.  Yet, contrary to a lifetime of experience and against his better instincts, he was for the first time considering the possibility of being attracted to a Republican.

It would  take months with his analyst before he was able to determine which of the two men in front of him, and which of their respective positions, Anderson found most desirable.

Finally, Todd threw the hairbrush to the floor, however, Levi’s ordeal was far from over. A significant number of voters had chosen the supplementary option in the poll which said that Levi should be “paddled until he cried”, and Todd was determined that they should get what the voted for.

He ordered Levi to bend over and then picked up a large leather paddle.   

               
Levi’s who’s, now bright red bottom was already burning as if he had been attacked by a hundred angry hornets, looked back over his shoulder in horror at the latest agonizing instalment of his ordeal and immediately saw the bank of cameras all focused on his upturned bare bottom. He realised, with a searing  rush of embarrassment, that now his most intimate parts were on full public display.
In his horrified mind’s eye he imagined the image appearing on a hundred million TV screens across the country.

“It make no difference kid” chucked Todd Palin guessing at the cause of Levi’s reaction, “They already knew you were an asshole, they are now just seeing the evidence!!”    

With that he delivered a thunderous “TWHACK!” across the centre of Levi’s reluctantly proffered bottom, eliciting a highly satisfying yowl of distress from the miserable and bending 21 year old hunk in front of him.

The show would rank among the top ratings hits of the decades, in state after state parks and town centres were empty, as from homesteads and apartments in every city every town and every rural community could be head shouts of “SPANK THAT BRATT!” … “LET HIM HAVE IT!” …. “WHOP THAT ASS!” Followed by whoops and loud burst of applause.  With the exception of a small number  of anti-spanking campaigners, and  sundry misguided do-gooders, the vast majority agreed that the networks had rediscovered a lost art of entertainment, and in general they applauded the deal the main television channels had made with HBO and various cable channels, enabling then to change established policy, and broadcast images of male nudity at prime time.

At last the 90 minutes were over, and as Todd shook hands with with a highly impressed, and politically confused, Anderson Cooper, a naked Levi Johnston, tears running down his face jumped up and down clutching his stinging and seriously well spanked bottom.  In doing so, he unwittingly  exposed to the hungry cameras and cheering viewers that final part of his anatomy which he had kept hidden from view during his infamous PlayGirl shoot. By doing so, he ensured that his ongoing humiliation would be heightened by the endless comparisons and late night TV jokes he would be forced to endure, for months and years to come.  

As Todd watched the sobbing Levi rubbing his still cherry red bottom, which resembled nothing so much as two little ripe tomatoes, he had the satisfaction of knowing that a not only well deserved but also long lasting punishment had been inflicted.  He smiled to himself reflecting on the fact that although the sting would eventually fade from Levi’s smarting young bottom, the sting to his ego would be an unwelcome companion for years to come.

As an added bonus, Todd knew his wife would be in a very good mood that evening!!

The End          
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The results of the JockSpank poll – “Does Levi Johnston deserve a spanking, which inspired this story, can be seen in the right hand column of this blog.

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The Brewster Brothers Embarrassing punishment

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

 

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

The Tender Butt Kid

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

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

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

Man his butt sure was sore after all that riding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It would be a long ride back to town.

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

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

The End

Josh’s Comeuppance – Part 2

(Click here for part one)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued ……….