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Tennis Brat Treatment – Story by wwecollector

story by wwecollector https://www.deviantart.com/wwecollector

James Fitzpatrick is a good Tennis Player. He’s been consistently ranked amongst the very best players of all time as he was dubbed the “Youngest Tennis Champion” when he was still in the junior division. All these accolades at the age of 22 made him one of the most absurd, self absorbed, and cocky tennis players of all time, if not the most annoying.

To make things worse, he was also a Social Media Influencer. His videos and social media pages are ranked at the top spot because he’s constantly providing thristrap photos in the hopes that people don’t really see right through him; and the truth is, he was only a good Tennis Player, not Championship material.

His over the top bravado and toxic masculinity of arrogance made him the ire of the entire locker room. He mocked players, both men and women, that because they didn’t have the biggest social media following as him, they weren’t getting any sponsors and in turn, hindering their chances of being “Championship material” in the eyes of investors.

Because of this tactic where he constantly negates his opponents, he found himself at the finals of the ATP Tournament. The ATP Finals is a big deal in the Tennis World: this is the stage where Men are immortalized. James knew that it was his birth right to be Tennis Master and everyone else was below him.

Then, the only Man who he can’t annoy or intimidate arrived in the form of Hüber De Groot, the brown haired Dutch Player whom many admire. Unlike James, Hüber didn’t use social media much and it added to his sex appeal, rivaling James. James was always angry of this certain rival and that was his first mistake, he let Hüber enter under his skin and as the match went on, the Dutchman was proclaimed the ultimate champion.

Angered, embarrassed, and humiliated, James Fitzpatrick did what James Fitzpatrick did best: throw a temper tantrum when things don’t go his way. He hurled insults to the referees, audience members, and to Hüber himself. He cussed and spoke every profanity that ever existed and hurled it at the Dutchman, which gained no reaction from him whatsoever.

The breaking point however was when James threw his tennis racket accidentally and it hit Hüber’s younger brother, Jansen, in the face. Hüber chased after James after that and a fight ensued.

After what felt like forever, James accidentally tripped and found himself flying straight to the net, trapping his upper body, making him unable to move yet perfectly exposing his most vulnerable body parts. Hüber had an idea and called for a referee James insulted earlier. He instructed the referee to place his hand on top of James back and lift up his, sweaty, blue briefs in order to give the tennis brat an uncomfortable and humiliating wedgie over the net.

The wedgie was so painful that James screamed and squeeled like a pig, never in his entire life has he gotten wedgies before, he was usually the one giving them and it made him feel powerless. Next, Hüber pulled down James’ shorts and proceeded to spank him with his own Tennis Racket straight in the ass, leaving behind a checkered pattern on his reddening buttcheeks.

James pleaded and begged to be released but the crowd kept on cheering. Even the tennis committee approved of what they were witnessing. To make things more nightmarish for James, Hübert called all the guys and girls James insulted at the start of the tournament and handed them his own racket.

One by one, they started whacking and beating his plumpy tush as if the racket was a meat tenderizer and James’ behind was the beef. The spanking continued despite James crying but the wedgie spanking combo didn’t stop until all of the referees and the entire committee had their turn. He was such a pain in their asses for years and it was time James Fitzpatrick learn what it means to have an ass that’s painful.

When the spankings stopped, James went home and crashed on the bed. When he woke up, his very red cheeks were the trending photos and his predicament being the trending video with the title being “Tennis Brat Treatment” and the poster of the video? None other than Jansen De Groot, the one person he shouldn’t have accidentally hit in the face. Maybe this time, James would learn but if he won’t, the entire Tennis Association is there to give him the best treatment fit for a brat.

MadMap’s Comics Blog: Tom of the Titans—The Strange Case of Spanking and Soccer – By Kinky Callum

MadMap’s Comics Blog: Tom of the Titans—The Strange Case of Spanking and Soccer

Hey, what’s up, comic fans? It’s your boy, MadMap, back with another deep dive into the weirder side of vintage comics. Today, we’re stepping into the cleats of *Tom of the Titans* (TOTT), a British comic strip that ran from the 1960s to the late 1970s. If you haven’t heard of it, buckle up—because this story comes with controversy, short shorts, and enough over-the-knee action to make anyone raise an eyebrow.

Let’s set the scene: TOTT was written and illustrated by Bob Goodhand, a London-based artist whose artistic talents were matched only by his apparent, uh, “enthusiasm” for very specific scenarios. The strip followed the adventures of Tom Trace, an 18-year-old soccer prodigy with a jawline as sharp as his penalty kicks. On the pitch, Tom was a hero. Off the pitch? Well, the guy had a knack for finding trouble—and for landing himself in situations where he’d end up over the knee of some authority figure, usually an older man.

 

Now, comic book spankings were not unheard of back then—spankings were a slapstick trope, used to show discipline or comedy. But TOTT wasn’t like other comics. For one thing, it focused on an adult (well, barely adult) male character getting punished by other adult men. For another, those authority figures bore more than a passing resemblance to Goodhand himself. Coincidence? Not so much.

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Offenders Will Be Spanked!

Breaking forest rules can have serious consequences, as two irresponsible jocks, Tad and Rusty, were about to find out!!

Run boys, your butts depend on it!

The sound of paddle on boy-flesh, accompanied by cries of pain, echoes through the trees.

The rangers confiscated the boy’s clothes, meaning they faced a long and embarrassing walk home, with their bare, red, well spanked bottoms on full display

 

 

A Feast of Festive Funky Monster

Some Christmas Spanking fun by Funky Monster

Big Bro getting Spanked for ruining Christmas

Dad gets spanked by Santa

Son in Law spanked over the holiday

When the naughty List is too long

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More Spanking Fun with Funky Monster (Part 1 of 2)

The second set of PhotoShop art by Funky Monster

Spanking in the Strip Club

Spanking the Best Medicine

The Bully and the Lunch Money

The Spanking Squad – Where the Truth Hurts

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More Spanking Fun with Funky Monster (Part 1 of 2)

Another batch of images from the irrepressible Funky Monster

A boy needs a shoulder to cry on after a hard spanking

Birthday Spanking

Dad Son Bonding Goes Wrong

It’s Fun To Watch Until Dad says, “You’re Next”

Part 2 tomorrow

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“Thanks For The Spanks” Art and Fiction by FunkyMonster

In the quiet town of Willowbrook, a peculiar tradition thrived behind the white picket fences and within the walls of the Turner family’s grand, ancestral home. Every year, as the autumn leaves painted the town in fiery hues, the extended family gathered for a Thanksgiving feast like no other. The patriarch, George Turner, a man whose stern demeanor was as constant as the tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway, had instilled in his sons a very specific way of expressing their gratitude. It was a tradition that had been passed down through generations, a bizarre yet cherished ritual that was as much a part of their holiday as the roast turkey and pumpkin pie.

The house buzzed with excitement as the extended family began to arrive. The aroma of roasting meats and baking bread filled the air, mingling with the laughter of children playing outside. The women of the family, dressed in their Sunday best, bustled about the kitchen, preparing the sumptuous feast that was the centerpiece of their celebration. The men, in their crisp shirts and tailored slacks, congregated in the living room, sharing stories and sipping on sweet apple cider, their faces alight with the warmth of camaraderie and anticipation of the evening’s peculiar entertainment.

The youngest son, Timmy, though 15, was already well-versed in the peculiar tradition. He watched his uncles with a mix of awe and trepidation, knowing that one day, he too would stand in their place. The older boys and men, their faces a spectrum of ages from teenage to middle-aged, chuckled and whispered among themselves, sharing memories of past Thanksgiving spankings. The atmosphere was light, yet charged with a palpable tension that only grew as the dinner plates were cleared and the desserts set out.

George, his eyes twinkling with both mischief and affection, called the sons to the center of the room. “Gentlemen,” he announced, “It’s time for our annual show of thanks.” The women and children gathered around, curious and excited, as the sons lined up before their fathers. The room fell silent, save for the crackling fireplace and the occasional giggle from a young cousin. The fathers, each one sterner than the last, took their places behind their boys, their large hands resting on the small of their backs.

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Reality Check – Illustrated Fiction bt Kinky Callum

Reality Check!

The room was dim, its corners swallowed by shadows that seemed to pulse with the faint hum of distant city traffic. A single lamp cast a sickly yellow glow over a cluttered desk, where half-empty bottles and crumpled papers lay scattered. The air was thick with smoke, curling lazily from the tip of a cigarette held between the fingers of a man half-hidden in the darkness. His face was barely discernible, features obscured by the haze and the deliberate angle of his body, but his presence was undeniable—coiled, watchful, dangerous.

On the screen before him, the flickering light from the monitor outlined the stern face of a bald man, muscles taut beneath his shirt, his jaw set in a hard line. He sat with a rigid posture, his eyes cold and unreadable, as if he had seen far too much to be impressed by anything anymore. The faint sound of a clock ticking somewhere in the room only served to heighten the tension between them.

The shadowy figure exhaled, the smoke drifting across his face as he tapped a few keys, sending a link through the encrypted channel. “Watch this,” he murmured, his voice thin and raspy, almost a growl.

The bald man glanced at his screen, his thick fingers moving with surprising speed as he opened the link. The video began to play—a montage of an influencer and Lust Island reality tv star named @AdamFitCoach, a young Englishman in his early twenties, his energy palpable through the screen. He was the picture of youthful arrogance, all lean abs and pecs, cocky grins. His deep Essex accent filled the room as he guided his audience through a series of exercises: squats, jumping jacks, weightlifting. His commentary was playful, teasing, with an undercurrent of self-assuredness that bordered on arrogance.

Adam was dressed in his usual outfit—snug gym shorts that clung to his muscular thighs and an oversized, meaty ass that seemed almost exaggerated beneath the fabric. His black spandex top stretched across his chest and arms, showcasing his lean physique, while blue football socks completed the look, a nod to his past as a semi-pro footballer. He moved with a fluid confidence, every gesture meant to flaunt, to entice.

The bald man watched the video in silence, his expression hardening with each passing second. When the video finally ended, he grunted, a deep, guttural sound that spoke of disapproval—or perhaps something else entirely. “He’s famous,” the bald man said, his Eastern European accent thick, each word deliberate. “Tall. Strong. It will cost extra.”

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