Wednesday, 23 November 2016
Monday, 10 October 2016
Justice for Joel
Miles 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.
Standing 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.
“Where was this taken” asked Miles, his eyes still fixed on the photo, and in particular Joel's well proportioned and fully exposed bare rump.
“On 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!”
“And this resulted in his first conviction?” asked Miles, still looking at the photo.
“The Congressman's staff called the police” replied Tom “Joel was charged with indecency and sexual assault, only misdemeanors, but that was just the start!”
“So that was followed by the D.U.I. Incident and now the theft conviction?” murdered Miles
“Yes!, 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!”
“And 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 in.”
“I 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 now!”
Miles put down the photo, leaned across and placed his hand on the other man's knee “Maybe not Tom!” he said “Maybe not!”
Tom quickly turned to face Miles “What do you mean?”
“Trust 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!”
“Anything you say!” replied Tom “Please do whatever you can to save the boy's ass!”
Miles 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!”
Joel 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.
While 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 terrifying.
As 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?”
All thought of Miles Rutter was then forgotten, as the man who would decide Joel's fate, Judge Able Flinthard, entered the court.
“Stand 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.
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.
To 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.”
The judge looked back at Joel “Are you in agreement with this?”
“uh.... uh … er .. yes ….I.. guess!” replied Joel, in some confusion.
“agreed” snapped the judge, “go ahead”
“I wish to call the defendant back to the stand” said Miles,
The 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.
Miles Rutter looked Joel straight in the face “I have known you and your family for many years have I not Joel?”
“...uh huh!” agreed Joel
“Up 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.”
The 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 facility.
“All 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?”
His 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?”
Joel shrugged again, “Dunno!” he said “What you on about?”
“What 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!”
A 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
“Please bear with me your honour.” interrupted Miles, “This has considerable bearing on this young man's current situation”
The judge nodded, his interest now perked as to what would come next.
Miles continued to address Joel “Before his accident, your Dad used to spank your bare bottom often, didn't he Joel?”
A look of incredulous fury fell across Joel's face “”Fuck off man!” he snarled
“I 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?”
Joel 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 ..um … 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.
“'A 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?”
“...um …. uh ….er ….'spose!” muttered Joel. “What's that got to do with anything?”
“If 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 trouble?”
“...dunno!” Joel's face now wore a fixed scowl “What's it matter?”
“I think you do know Joel!” smiled Miles “I think you would have behaved yourself so as to avoid another sore bottom!”
He 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!”
“I certainly take your point Mr. Rutter” replied the judge “but how is this relevant to the matter before us?”
“What 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.”
“Hey!! .. Hold on!!” cried Joel in horror
“Be quite boy!” snapped the judge “please continue Mr, Rutter”
“Clearly 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”.
“judge … uh Sir .. you can't take this shi … uh .. stuff seriously …!!” wailed, an increasingly alarmed, Joel.
“In 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”
Still terrified by the prospect of prison, Joel fell into a glowering silence, despite the horror of what was being proposed.
The 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?”
Miles 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.
Then 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 demonstration!”
Another 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 “NO WAY!”
If 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!”
“I can spank anywhere Sir” smiled Miles “Joel, will you come here please!”
“Fuck you faggot!” snapped Joel
“Officer please assist Mr Rutter with his demonstration!” ordered the judge.
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.
“Please 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.
“Thank you Bailiff, I will take over from here!” said Miles, taking hold of Joel and pulling the boy towards him.
Joel 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.
With 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.
Miles 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.
Judge 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 bare!”
“Indeed you are right, your honour, I shall rectify that immediately” replied Miles with a grin.
“NAAAH... 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.
“Rest 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.
“As 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 Joel.
The 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.
As 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.
Joel 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.
Nothing 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.
Miles Rutter sure knew how to spank a guy!
Frantically 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.
His 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?
As Joel would soon discover, life could get more humiliation, and it soon would do.
SMACK! ..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.
Word 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.
At 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.
“Bailiff get the gentleman a chair!” ordered the judge.
“I am fine standing sir!” replied Miles, looking back at the judge while still spanking Joel with well practised aim.
“No … no! Mr, Rutter” insisted the judge, “You must look after your back … it will have a lot of work to do!”
The 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.
Then, 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.
Joel 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.
With 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 this!
Poor Joel would soon discover that actually things could get worse and they were about to do so.
Meanwhile, 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”
Miles 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.
“I am now ready to make my decision” said the Judge “The prisoner should stand!”
Acting 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.
The 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 substances!”
Joel 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.
“Even 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!”
A 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
The 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.”
Joel stared blankly at the judge, not fully understanding what was being said, but sure that whatever it was he would not like it.
“I 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 conditions.....”
Joel understood that part of what the judge had said, and was now certain he would not like the rest.
“In 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!”
Judge 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!”
Joel's 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.
“Although 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?”
Wide eyed and stiff with shock, Joel's mouth continued to open and shut silently.
“He understands, your honour!” interjected Miles, “I will make sure of that!”
“Good! … 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.
Miles turned to Joel's lawyer “It worked!” he said “I thought the judge might require more persuading!”
The 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!”
“Not a problem” replied Miles “What now?”
“You 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!”
Miles turned to Joel “Come with me Joel” he said “We need to make a start if we are to reach the ranch before nightfall”
“Fuck off!” snarled Joel “I am not going anywhere with you!”
“Oh yes you are Kid!” smiled Miles ”You don't have a choice!”
Before 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
“Taking you to your new home kid!” replied Miles, delivering a resounding slap to the top of Joel's bare thigh.
That 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 pants?!!
”You 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.
As 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.
Out 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.
Sown 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.
As 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.
TO BE CONTINUED .....
Thursday, 15 September 2016
The pain from the wasp stings may have faded into a painful and embarrassing memory, but Darrell Todd's punishment was not over.
Deciding 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.
Marshall 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
A 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?"
The gentle approach had clearly failed with Darrell, and, 19 or not, it was time his son experienced the discipline he had been missing.
Darrell 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.
The 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.
“I know all about what you did at camp!” shouted the angry man.
“Dad! You can't do this to me, I am 19!” cried Darrell
“I am going to do a lot worse to you!” Marshall snapped before proceeding to give his unlucky son a long hard OTK spanking.
This 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.
However, this was only the beginning of Darrell's punishment. His Dad had decided that to reinforce the message, his son should be shamed and humiliated.
He 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.
Darrell was confused, but did as he was told, he then reached for his shorts.
“No!” Snapped Marshall, “You will not need those, leave them there and come with me!”
Darrell reluctantly followed his father as he led him out into the garden. “Dad, people will see me!!” he whispered.
“That 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:
I HAVE BEEN A BAD BOY SO MY DAD HAS SPANKED MY BOTTOM
stencilled onto it.
“W...hat's that for Dad?” stammered Darrell
“You 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 ….”
He picked a large yellow card with the statement:
I HAVE BEEN SPANKED
stencilled 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.
“This is so humiliating!” wailed Darrell painfully aware that his younger brother had followed them into the garden to watch.
“Humiliation 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 … but!!” spluttered Darrell “That means they will all know that I still get spanked …. I'm 19!!”
“That is why you need a more severe punishment …. NOW GET ON THAT BIKE!”
Darrell 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 wailed
“They 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!”
“I won't do it!” protested Darrell
“Oh 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.
“I will then tie you over the hood of the truck and drive you round town that way! So you decide!!”
With 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.
Followed 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.
The 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!
On 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.
At 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.
Then 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.
This 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.
From 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.
Was this an appropriate punishment for what he had done? who can say, but he certainly never tried peeping into the girls' showers again!!
Thursday, 8 September 2016
18 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.
To 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.
His 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.
He struggled to free himself but to no avail and in fact just managed to wedge himself even more tightly between the branches.
As 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.
Just 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.
Darrell 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.
He 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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Darrell 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..
“Guys, 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
“Why were you doing up the tree?” asked Bart Wickett
“Right by the window to the girl's showers” added Sam Burgess, knowingly raising an eyebrow
“With your pants, round your knees?” interjected Bart, the younger of the two, with a grin
“I … er ..I...!” stammered Darrell
“You were peeing, weren't you?” Snarled Sam “Looks like you are about to get just what you deserve!”
“No .. I … er ….please get me down....!
“Hey 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!!”
“Too 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.
“NO PLEASE!! … Guys don't do this ...GET ME DOWN!!” Yelled Darrell in terror
But the words has barely left his lips when the first fire laden stinger jabbed hard into the centre of his right butt cheek.
“AAAAAGHH!! 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.
Then 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.
“OOWWW! ….. 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.
The 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.
Bart Leaned towards his workmate “Don't you think he has had enough now?” he said, he will be sore for days.
“Not 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
“OWWW!.... 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.
Despite 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.
“Get 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.
Sensing 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..
No 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!
It 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.
Bart and Sam jumped forward and caught the falling youth, before he hits the ground, where he would have most probably broken some bones.
Darrell 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!!”
“Not as much as it is about to hurt!” snapped Sam, seizing Darrell's ear between his thumb and forefinger.
Followed by Bart, Sam dragged the protesting young jock towards a tree stump. He sat down and pulled Darrell across his lap
“What are you doing? Let me go you creep!” protested the now very worried jock.
“No way kid!” smiled Sam, “You are going to get the spanking that dirty little peepers like you deserve!
“No!! PLEASE NOT ON MY BUTT …..I'VE BEEN STUNG THERE!!”
“So you have!” laughed Sam “right there!” WHACK!! “and there!” WHACK!!”
With 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!
“My turn next!” laughed Bart
“Wait your turn Buddy” replied Sam “I am having far too much fun!!”
The 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.
Poor 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.
That was the day that Darrell Todd's luck really ran out!