Monday, 10 November 2014

The Unlucky Young Knight and the Monks #2 - Hot Wax!

Following on from part 1 - the handsome young knight's punishment continues and the monks torment his well shaped bottom with hot candle wax!
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Sunday, 9 November 2014

Cody's Four Pink Cheeks

Naked and still wet from the shower, thrown over uncle's lap and spanked hard in front of his laughing cousins, all four of Cody's cheeks were soon glowing pink as his painful and embarrassing punishment took effect. 

Sunday, 2 November 2014

Watching His Big Brother Get It!

After years of being bullied and humiliated by his big brother Larry, Chester really enjoyed watching his dad beating Larry's bare butt. He enjoyed all the more knowing that being watched by his little brother made Larry's punishment all the more humiliating.

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Ant Hill Punishment

The first ant bite sent a shock of pain through Aiden's already nettle stung bottom as if it had been jabbed with a red hot needle, the second and third bites stung even more as each time the pincer like jaws clamped onto his tender flesh, a more of the fiery venom was injected into his well punished behind. 

"OWW!! ... OWWW!! AAAOOOWCH!!" he yelled "IT HURTS .... IT FUCKING HURTS!"

"Quit Hollerin' Citry Boy!" Snarled the farmer "The more ya' holler, the longer you are gonna' have to sit on that there ant hill!" he grinned "You are gonna' learn that trespassers in these parts get sent back to the city with very sore little tails!!" He pointed his gun directly at Aiden's stinging behind.

"Now you sit there and take your punishment, unless you want me to shoot your little white city boy ass off!! ....."

(If anyone wants to write a better narrative to accompany this image, please add it to the comments section below)



Saturday, 25 October 2014

Nettle Punishment

Aiden Hunter was so arrogant he believed that he could ignore restriction and that things like "No Entry" signs did apply to him.  So one day when he was out training and passed a "Private Property - No Trespassing" sign, be disregarded it and ran on through.

This was a big mistake, as he discovered moments later when the rancher caught him tied him up and spent the rest of the afternoon punishing Aiden's tender bare butt and puckering virgin anus with some stinging nettles.  

Saturday, 18 October 2014

A bully's Comeuppance

Aiden Hunter was the handsomest guy in school, all the girls loved him, no matter how badly he treated them, and all the other guys admired him, that is, until they found out what an arrogant, swollen headed jerk he was.

A talented athlete, from a wealthy family Aiden had always gotten his own way, and been able to do as he liked, and what he liked best was beating up on smaller guys. When Aiden been in the junior league had been an out and out bully, always using his superior strength to make life hell for the smaller and younger boys. When he turned 18 and joined the senior team he thought he could carry on the same way, but he could not have been more wrong.

Many of the senior team had younger brothers who Aiden had hazed, or younger sisters who he had used and dumped when he grew bored of them. Two of the seniors, Clay Todd and Rudy Tucker decided it was time for young Aiden's comeuppance, and, that payback would land firmly, and painfully, on Aiden Hunter's tender, cute and virgin white bottom.

Once overpowered and died to a treatment bench, with his long, athletic legs spread high in the air and him jock-strap framed bottom exposed and vulnerable, Aiden had no option to take everything they had planned for him ... and they had a lot planned ....!!


Sunday, 12 October 2014

Five Years With Daddy Spank

Young Cory Summers made a big mistake when he sold drugs to the local Prison Warden's daughter. Months later when Cory landed in the joint, the warden made sure the lad would spend the next five years sharing a cell with Daddy Spank!

Sunday, 29 June 2014

The Unlucky Young Knight and the Monks

When he broke into the monastery, the handsome young knight had hoped to enrich himself by stealing the church's treasure. However, the monks had other ideas, and knew many ways of teaching the would be thieving intruder a painful and humiliating lesson he would not soon forget!

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Wednesday, 11 June 2014

Bad Boy's Birthday

Sunday, 23 March 2014

Caption it - One

This is the first of two pictures I put together a couple of years ago, but which I have not had time to develop into a story. It seems a waste not to publish it, so I decided to leave it to blog readers to decide what is happening.

If you can think of a suitable caption, revealing, for instance what one of the characters might be saying, or if you want to go further and write a few paragraphs explaining what you think is going on, what the story is behind it, or what you think might happen next, please feel free to add your creative input to the comments section below.

Go for it, let your imagination go wild!! 

Caption it - Two

A second picture created some while ago but which never developed into a story. If this inspires anyone to write a caption, or, if you feel really creative, to describe the scenario, please post it in the "comments" section below. 

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

The Sting of the Jungle IV - Boy gets his bottom singed

Boy sat on the edge of the lake, trying to think of something different to do for a change. He was bored, there was only so much to do in the jungle, apart from swinging on vines and taking a swim in the lake there really was no fun, at least, not the sort of fun a 19 year old boy wants to have.

He dreamed of living in the city. In the city he could go to raves, hang out with some cool dudes or go watch some chicks pole dance. Whereas in the West African rainforest the closest he had got to fun had peeping at the village girls bathing in the river, until they had spotted him and reported him to Tarzan, with the inevitable consequences.

He left the lake and headed back into the jungle, deciding he would build a camp fire and roast a yam and some sweet potatoes.

Unfortunately for the jungle creatures, when Boy was bored his sadistic streak came out, and having no humans smaller than himself available to bully, he often enjoyed torturing small animals. He was in just such a mood when, after he had made the camp fire, Boy spotted an unwary frog hopping by.

Boy's agile young body was swifter than the frog, he quickly caught it and laughing cruelly he dangled the unlucky creature over the flames.

As usual, however, Boy's luck ran out just as he had begin to enjoy himself, as Tarzan strode into the clearing and saw what he was doing.

Tarzan strode forward, snatched the frog from boy's hand and dropped it safely into the grass.

Suspecting a spanking was on the cards, Boy attempted to escape, but too late, Tarzan grabbed him by the wrist with one hand while he tore off the younger man's loin cloth with the other. Tarzan then lifted boy up and held him bottom down over the camp fire “How do you like it?” he snarled “How do you feel being dangled over the fire?” he lowered Boy closer to the flames “Shall I drop you?” he demanded “should I throw your bottom into the fire, just as you were about to do to that poor frog?”

Boy could feel the heat from the flames, just a few feet from his backside, his instinctive desire to struggle tempered by the fear that doing so might actually cause Tarzan to drop him.

I tell you what” growled Tarzan, “I am going to toast your backside anyway!” with that, he sat down on a fallen tree trunk and threw Boy over his lap. “If you are going to be cruel to animals, I shall be cruel to you!” he said, and, with that, he proceeded to give Boy's bare bottom a long, hard and very well deserved spanking.

Finally, after a very long spanking, Tarzan stormed off, leaving Boy rubbing his very sore bottom.

Boy spotted the frog and with the lopsided logic of the very selfish, decided that the poor creature was somehow to blame for what had happened. He aimed a kick at the frog which sent it flying through the air. However, the violence of the kick caused boy to loose his balance.

It seemed that Karma had come back to burn our bad boy on the ass, as he stumbled and fell backwards

Landing bare bottom first into the smouldering camp fire

Ahhh!!!” boy screamed in genuine agony as his, already very sore and tender bottom landed heavily amongst the flames and red hot coals. Fate had decided to to deliver justice in a very painful manner.
Boy jumped to his feet, clutching his well singed behind.

Letting out an agonized shriek he ran through the jungle clutching his bottom, desperate to reach water to cool his roasted behind.

On reaching the rived boy lowered his punished and burnt behind into the water in an attempt to cool off the burning pain. However, it would be many days before his bottom stopped stinging

Meanwhile boys carelessly placed camp fire set fire to a large area of jungle causing serious damage to the local environment.

Later, Tarzan rubbed soothing cream into Boy's griddled rump, and as he did so lectured the younger man about the damage he had caused and telling him exactly what would be done to him once his bottom had healed.

It would take a couple of weeks for Boy's bottom to recover, and return to it's usual pert, white and very spankable state. However, Boy decided he had no intention of still being around when it did, as he knew what Tarzan had planned.

That night as Tarzan slept, Boy stole the older man's savings and then took the canoe down river to the nearest city, where he used the money to purchase a one way ticket to America.

As Boy made his escape, he hoped he would also escape the pain in the ass which his life had become! However, little did he know the sangoma's curse had not gone away and would follow him across the Atlantic …..

The End??

Sunday, 19 January 2014

Coming Soon

By Popular Request!

Thursday, 24 October 2013

Sting of the Jungle III (Part 2)

Click here for Sting of the Jungle III (part1)
Boy felt very sorry for himself, he had not been able to sit down comfortably for days, after Tarzan had spanked him immediately after removing the porcupine quills from his bottom. To make matters worse all his loincloths had been confiscated because he kept losing them, therefore, he was naked at all times, which was not only embarrassing but he also felt very vulnerable, especially since he had discovered that the object he had seen Tarzan whittling was a paddle.
If anything, night time was even worse, as the sting in his bottom kept him awake, so he just lay there thinking about how awful it was to be stuck in a boring jungle with a strong armed muscle man who believed the answer to any problem was to spank it. He determined that, as soon as he could, he would escape to America and live in a city, where he could wear clothes and never get spanked again.

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

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

Damn, what's that jerk want now?” he thought. 

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

Boy grimaced at the sight of the two large empty containers at Tarzan's feet, as he knew they meant he would be ordered to carry out one of his least favourite chores.

The barrel is almost empty again!” snapped the older man “I told you to keep it full, or we will have nothing to drink or wash with! You need to fill it up now”

The sulky expression on Boy's face expressed exactly how he felt about this task. It would take ten containers to fill the water barrel, that meant five trips to the river carrying heavy containers of water.

You had better wear this” said Tarzan “holding out one of Boy's confiscated loincloths “In case the women from the village are there." he added “However, if you loose this one, you won't be able to sit down this side of the monsoon season!”

Of course I won't loose it! sneered Boy hurriedly grasping at the first vestige of dignity he's been allowed in days “I am not stupid you know!”

Tarzan raised one eyebrow as he watched Boy hurriedly putting on the loincloth, but decided to keep his council for the moment. The older man grinned, he had a sneaking suspicion that boy's pert and perfectly formed bottom would be back over his knee, receiving another well deserved spanking, once again in the very near future!


It was a hot day and, despite being remarkably fit and athletic, by the time Boy had completed two trips to the river and back carrying heavy containers of water he was hot, sweaty, irritable and feeling in need of a break. The cool river water looked very tempting, he decided to take a quick swim before continuing his heavy task. Careful not to get the loincloth wet, he stripped naked and left the precious garment by a tree on the river bank before diving into the water for a brief skinny dip.
He did not notice that Hector, one of the chimpanzees which Tarzan had raised from a baby, had followed him to the river, and was sitting on the bank, watching him splashing about in the shallows.

The chimp harboured a strong resentment for Boy, who had bullied it cruelly for years, and as it observed the naked boy, oblivious to his beauty but keenly aware of it's animosity towards it's sometime tormentor, a plot began to form in Hector's almost human brain.

A highly intelligent creature, Hector understood a lot of human language and the line “You won't sit down ..” was a phrase it had heard often enough to understand what it meant and to appreciate the implied threat they held for it's adversary's bottom. It understood that Tarzan had used the phrase in connection with the piece of cloth he had given to Boy, and concluded that, were Boy to loose that piece of cloth, Tarzan might inflict pain on Boy's rump. If so, it would be an outcome which the vengeful ape would find very pleasing indeed.

The Chimpanzee hurried over to the loincloth and snatched it up, waving it in the air and making loud hoots and screeches to attract Boy's attention.

Hearing the noise, Buy spun round and spotted the chimp on the bank “What's that dumb ape doing?!" He thought, then he spotted the loincloth gripped in Hector's fist “Put that down you stupid fucking monkey!” he yelled, but Hector just let out a chattering laugh and scuttled off toward the woods, still carrying his trophy.
At that moment Boy suddenly realised that his bottom was very bare and very, very vulnerable

He waded hastily to the bank, knowing he had to retrieve the loincloth or he would be in for a serious spanking, he gulped, maybe Tarzan would even use that damn paddle on him!

The chimp scampered away through the long grass towards the jungle with the naked Boy in hot pursuit desperate to retrieve his loincloth and avoid a paddling.

Once in the jungle, Hector looked back and impudently waved the loincloth at Boy, as if taunting him.

Damn you, you little brute!” snarled the angry boy running towards the monkey. Unfortunately, Boy was so intent on catching the animal he did not watch where he was going, he tripped and fell forward into the narrow crook of a tree.
Boys continuing streak of bad luck was showing no signs of leaving him. To his horror he found that when he attempted to free himself, he found he could not, he was held tight in the tight gap between the trunk and a branch, which gripped him firmly round the waist. He struggled in an effort to get loose, but this merely made his predicament worse, by pushing his front half forward whilst raising his peachy bare bottom up and presenting it naked an exposed like a sacrificial offering to a pagan god.

He heard Hector's shrill chatter transform into a mocking cackle and he determined he would, one day slaughter that ape!
He had been stuck in the vice like grasp on the tree for a few minutes when he became aware of the sound of something approaching him from behind. He stiffened in fear and a bead of sweat formed on his forehead. Not all the predators in the jungle were tame, due to his position he was unable to clime a tree to avoid sharp teeth and claws, whilst he knew his lower half would appear a tempting feast for a hungry carnivore. 

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

The first youth to enter the clearing stopped in amazement at the sight which met him, a handsome white bottom and legs protruding from a fork in a large wild fig tree. His surprise did not last for long, there were only two semi naked white men this deep in the West African jungle, and from one glance at the pert young bottom and toned athletic legs he could be reasonably sure it wasn't the more bulky and muscular Tarzan.

Boy was well known to the villagers, but, unlike the popular Tarzan, Boy was not well liked. He was generally considered an arrogant and selfish brat, whom they widely suspected spied on the village girls. They all delighted in the stories of Boy's many misfortunes, which invariably resulted in Boy receiving a very sore bottom, which in their view he richly deserved.

It was no great surprise to find that Boy had got himself into yet another embarrassing predicament, and the youth's heart missed a couple of beats at the prospect of this time being the one in a position to give Boy his sore bottom.

Joined by his companion, who exploded in giggles upon realising what an opportunity for a bit of entertainment they had happened upon, the two youths approached Boy's exposed and vulnerable backside. The first youth lifted his spear and jabbed first Boy's left butt cheek then the right one with the sharp point.

Boy cried out in shock and pain, his first terrified thought being that the sharp points were the teeth of a leopard , and then he heard the very human sound of laughter and his fear turned to anger and humiliation!
The other youth joined in and both had some fun jabbing Boy's sensitive bottom with their sharp spears and laughing as their target squealed in pain and outrage, threatening them with any amount of revenge he was in no position to inflict.
The youths eventually tired of that game, but they were not finished with Boy by any means . Freeing him from the crook of the tree, they immediately trussed him up like a turkey with hanging vines and proceeded to hoist him into the air.  Whilst he hung helplessly before them they smeared his behind with fresh honey from the honeycomb they carried with them for energy.

Laughing happily at Boy's discomfort, the two youths then headed back to the village leaving Boy hanging from the vine.
At first Boy did not understand the purpose of the honey, but it soon became clear, as the sweet sticky substance attracted every stinging insect in the vicinity, which all came swarming around his behind in a frenzy of buzzing and stinging.
Boy yelled and struggled as the as the tiny but toxic creatures attacked him with vigour, covering his well jabbed and honey smeared bottom with painful stings.

Boy's struggling snapped the vines by which he was hanging from the tree, and he hurtled toward the hard jungle floor….

Where he made a painful landing.
Boy lept to his feel, clutching his tortured behind and let out a yell of anguish, a not unfamiliar sound in that corner of the jungle.

The loincloth briefly forgotten the red bottomed Boy made his way home. However, he remembered it as soon as he met up with Tarzan and saw the look on his face, and the paddle gripped in his hand. Boy knew instantly that he was about to be spanked!
Boy was not wrong, Tarzan was furious, not only has his miscreant ward clearly lost his clothing again, but he had only filled a quarter of the tank with water. To make matters worse when he had gone to the river to find what was taking Boy so long, he had been just in time to see the precious containers, which Boy had left on the bank floating off down stream towards the mighty Congo river, where they would be lost forever

The containers had come from a aircraft which had crashed a few years earlier and would not be easy to replace that deep in the jungle. Boy would have to carry water in banana leaves in future. However, that punishment would come later, right now it was time for the especially crafted paddle to be put to work. Tarzan strode forward grabbed hold of Boy, slung the lad over his shoulder and headed towards a rock, where he sat down and placed Boy firmly across his knee.

Boy was then paddled from various angles, first on his back over Tarzan's knee with his legs in the air.

Then bent over a fallen tree, his long athletic legs kicking helplessly behind him, as Hector the sadistic ape, shrieked with delight.

For the next twenty minutes the sound of whacking echoed through the jungle, as the birds and animals fell silent listening to the familiar sound of Boy's progressively more frantic cries.
Finally it was over, Tarzan marched off into the jungle clutching the still warm paddle in his hand, leaving a well punished Boy crouching on all fours, his glowing red bottom sticking up in the air.

Hector, the chimpanzee which had followed Boy when he returned to camp, and happily watched while his enemy was punished, looked on, pleased, in it's almost human way, with it's day's work. 

About to eat a banana, the sight of Boy's fiery red spanked bottom and the now exposed puckering portal between the cheeks, caused a more appropriate use for the curved cylinder shaped fruit began to form in it's mind, a use which would add a final, uncomfortable, humiliation to Boy's catalogue of mishaps. 
Hector waddled up to Boy, and with one swift movement, rammed the banana firmly into Boy's upraised anus, forcing it in until only a couple of inches remained exposed, protruding from the tight orifice.

The expression on the ape's face couldn't have said more clearly, "Now you're fucked asshole!" 

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

The End