Thursday, 1 June 2017
Justice For Joel – Continues
Joel's bottom burned like fire. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, the relentless sting wouldn't go away, that, and the total humiliation he had been subjected to, was all he could think about. Not only was he very sore, but he was also very angry, how dare Uncle Miles and his gang of inbred hicks treat him like this? They had stripped him naked, and refused to give him back his clothes, they had spanked him, jabbed him in the butt with pitchforks, and then they had stung him with stinging nettles!
As a result, his naturally sensitive rump felt as if it was being attacked by a thousand fire ants, while simultaneously being jabbed with red hot needles. He was, therefore, not a happy boy.
He was in a seriously unwelcome predicament, for one thing he trapped on a farm, in the middle of the Montana hills, hundreds of miles from girls, from the city and all the things he enjoyed, but he was also at risk of court mandated, bare bottom, spankings, mostly inflicted without warning! He felt as if he was living a nightmare, unable to wake up, and he suspected the dream was about to get even worse.
It may please many readers to hear that young Joel's guess was not be far off the mark!. Joel was one of those young men who deserved a permanently sore bottom, and that was exactly what he was going to get!
As dusk began to fall, Joel discovered to his horror that he would have to sleep with the men in the bunkhouse behind the main ranch house. This did not please him, and he had complained to his Uncle, however, Miles had been adamant, if he was going to work on the ranch, he would have to live life a ranch hand.
When Joel protested that the ranch hands were not bare butt naked, Miles informed him tersely, that he would get his pants returned to him, if and when he had earned them. Until then he would have to stay bare assed.
This sent Joel into an irritated sulk, it was embarrassing being naked, especially when he had such a red bottom. He was also unhappy about sharing with the ranch workers. To start with, he was very nervous in the company of the ranch hands, after what they had done to him earlier, but also, as a city boy, he felt naturally superior to country dwelling farm workers and objected to sharing their sleeping quarters.
The ranch hands quickly sensed that Joel's arrogant attitude was still lurking beneath the surface and resolved to bring him down with a bump, preferably hard on his cute little bare bottom.
Braden turned to Ash and Hadley “Back in my sports bag I have just the thing which will light that little dickhead's butt up like a lightning bug!” he whispered.
“Sounds like fun” chuckled Ash “It's red now, but it could do with being even redder!!”
“It needs a little extra …. heat I think!” smiled Braden
“Hey kid!” he barked in a louder voice, “It's almost chow time, come with us, and we'll show you where you will be bunking down tonight!” he took a firm grip of Joel's arm, while Hadley took hold of the other arm, and, followed by the other men, all grinning broadly, they marched a very reluctant Joel towards the brightly lit bunkhouse.
Supper or “chow” as the men called it did not appeal to Joel, consisting of pork meatloaf and corn biscuits, it was far too “country style” for his (in his view) more sophisticated city based tastes. Also, he found it very uncomfortable trying to sit on the hard bench by the table. After a few mouthfuls he stood up and walked away from the table, aware of the half dozen pairs of amused eyes which were focused on him.
“That ass of yours still looks mighty sore kid!” said Braden, a kindly note in his voice, as he looked at Joel's still bare and still very red bottom.
“Yes, it fucking is!” snapped Joel “after what you fuckers did to it!” quickly turning his back away from the amused eyes of the other men, whilst simultaneously covering his exposed genitals with his hands.
“I can help it feel better!” smiled Braden, “come here, I'll rub some soothing cream into it!”
“You ain't touching my ass!” replied Joel defensively backing away from the men, only to find his way blocked by the bunk beds.
“Don't be a jackass kid!” laughed Ash he only wants to make your little bottom feel better. Both he and Hadley too hold of Joel and pulled him towards the seated Braden, before forcing the struggling youth to sit on Braden's lap.
Bradon, a large and muscular guy, placed one hand beneath Joel's thighs and, with one swift and easy movement, lifted his legs up into the air, with the result that Joel suddenly found himself in an embarrassing and very exposed position, similar to that of a baby about to have it's diaper changed.
“What the ….?” he yelped “put me the fuck down!!!”
“Don't be so dumb kid!” laughed Braden, “we're just gonna' sooth that poor stinging botty of yours!!”
“Here's the 'soothing cream' Man!” said Hadley picking up a tube from the table where Braden had placed it earlier (winking to the other men as he did so. “Hold him steady while I rub it in!” he squeezed the tube, so that a large dollop of the cream landed in the palm of his hand.
Hadly then raised his hand in the air, before taking a swing at Joel so that the cream covered palm of his hand landed with a loud “SMACK!!” across the left cheek of Joel's uplifted bottom.
“OUCH!” yelled Joel “That fucking hurt … you ….!!”
“Calm down Young'un!” snapped Hadley “We are doing this to make you more comfortable ….. otherwise, your butt will sting all night!” he began rubbing the cream firmly into Joel's butt cheeks.
“Make sure you cover the whole area!” laughed Ash “We want to make sure that his whole butt feels the …. uh … benefit of that …. er gentle soothing ointment!”
Joel tried to pull himself free from Braden's grip, but Braden's muscular arms were honed from years of strenuous labour, and with the assistance of another ranch hand, Jareth Hunter, who held his shoulders, the protesting youth was kept firmly in place.
“You are not doing it right!” cried Ash “here let me show you!” he playfully pushed Hadley to one side and firmly grabbed hold of Joel's butt cheeks, pushing them apart, and exposing Joel's puckering anus to the horror of Joel and the delight of the grinning men.
“It needs to go …. everywhere!” he laughed.
Braden, with the help of Hadley, then rolled Joel onto his side, still perched on Braden's knee, this exposed Joel even more and allowed Ash greater access to his most intimate areas.
Ash, of course, took full advantage of Joel's position, and firmly rubbed the cream into every inch, and crevice, of Joel's cute young butt.
It was then that Joel began to become aware of a new sensation spreading across his nether regions, first a feeling of warmth, then heat followed a hot fiery sensation. Rather than soothing the burning in his bottom, whatever, the men were rubbing into him was increasing his discomfort.
“What the fuck is that stuff??!!!” screamed joel “It's burning me! ….AAAAOOWWW!!”
“Don't be stupid Joel!” laughed, Ash, using his thumbs to smear the cream between the unhappy lad's cheeks “it will take away the burn!”
“It's making it worse!” protested Joel, now in significant discomfort, “it's burning my ass!! …. AAAGGH!! it is really burning me!!”
“Let me look at that tube!” murmured Braden with feigned concern, as, grinning brightly, Hadley handed him the now empty tube, which Braden then studied with a frown, while still holding the now yelling and kicking Joel in place.
“Oh heck Buddy!” groaned Braden “That's the wrong cream, it's not the soothing cream, that's embrocation …. see ...” he held out the tube “Capsaicin cream … it's chilli based …..!!”
“My … oh my!” cooed Ash with pretend sympathy “you should never use that on tender areas ….. it'll sting like Hell fire!!”
“Is your butt a stinging a bit kid?” asked Braden in his best effort at a solicitous tone.
“It fucking is!!” screamed Joel “Get it off me!!!! ...AAAAGGGGHH!!!”
Braden loosened his grip on Joel allowing him to leap to his feet and begin jumping up and down, yelling in anger and pain, as the men stood around watching him, struggling to stop themselves from laughing out loud.
“I guess we better give young Joel a bath!” announced Ash “that should wash off that nasty chilli paste!!”
“Yeah! Come on Kid, we'll give you a nice bath!!” shouted Hadley “that will make you feel better!”
Before Joel could reply, the men took hold of him, and hurried him into the next room, where and old hip bath had conveniently been placed in the middle of the room.
Even more conveniently, numerous pans of water were already heating up on on a large, old fashioned stove in the corner of the room, whilst two kettles were already whistling and beginning to steam.
While Braden and Ash held onto Joel, the other men swiftly filled the hip bath with the water from the heated pans and kettles.
“W.... what are you d..doing?” stammered Joel
“Obviously, we're gonna' give you a bath fella'!” replied Ash “We gotta' wash that nasty chilli off your butt!”
“But that's too hot!!” yelled Joel “NO!! that's too damn hot!!”
“Your so dumb kid!” replied Braden struggling to suppress a laugh “It needs to be hot to get the chilli off!”
Joel, of course, was not dumb enough to believe that, a keen athlete while still at school, he had suffered a number of strains and new that when hot water came into contact with embrocation on tender skin it actually intensifies the stinging sensation. At that point increasing the sensation was the very last thing he wanted!!
“No fucking way!!” he shouted, fear sending his voice a few octaves higher than usual. He attempted to pull away from Braden and Ash, but they just gripped him more tightly.
“It's time for your bath Kid!” growled Ash, “C'mon Buddy, let's help him!”
“NO!! ...NO!! … DON'T!!” shouted Joel, as Ash firmly took hold of him under the arms, while Braden grabbed him by the ankles, easily lifting him off the floor.
“Let me down you dickheads!” shouted the struggling Joel!
“We will do!” replied Ash with a grin “We will let you down … into the bath!”
The two men carried the horrified and protesting Joel across the room until they stood on either side of the steaming hip bath, holding the dangling Joel, bare bottom down over the still close to boiling water.
The men began lowering Joel towards the water, while, in an effort to stop them, Joel grabbed hold of the two wooden handles on either side of the batch, in a desperate attempt to push his body, and especially his, still glowing pink bottom upwards.
For a few seconds, Joel's efforts succeeded in stopping his descent towards the hot water, but not for long.
Ash's placed his arms around Joel's chest and gripped him in a tight bear hug “Sorry fella” he growled menacingly, “but you're going down!” then, he lowered himself to his knees and with a sudden jerk of his muscular arms he forced Joel's body down into the steaming water.
Joel let out a scream of pain as the scalding hot water reacted with the chilli based cream, which had earlier been rubbed into his render skin, increasing the burning sensation by some ten fold.
“Is that nice warm water easing your little sore butt?” chuckled Jareth, who had been observing the scene with increasing amusement.
“It is fucking burning me, you fucking ass hole!!” yelled Joel
“It's your tight little ass hole that's getting roasted kid!” laughed Jareth “And you might get something worse than hot water up there if you are not careful!!”
Convulsed with laughter, Braden and Ash released their grip on Joel, allowing him the opportunity to jump to his feel, still standing in the hip bath, but sending hot water splashing onto the floor, and the jeans clad legs of the ranch hands.
Before Joel could jump out of the bath, and escape the hot water which was still burning his bare feel and lower legs, he again found himself in the firm grip of Ash and Braden, who had now dropped the earlier pretence of kindness.
“I think its time this little city boy got another whuppin'” snarled Braden
“Yup!” replied Jareth “An' I got just the thing!” he picked up a long handled wooden bath brush
“Yeah! Let him have it Buddy!” Turning Joel so that he bare bottom was pointed towards Jareth.
“That sure is a tempting target!” laughed Jareth, reaching out and tapping Joel's behind with the brush, before giving it a resounding “WHACK!”
Joel struggled and kicked his legs in an attempt to free himself, but the men held him firmly in place as Jareth aimed a further painful WHACK at his now quite tortured bottom!
“AAAAHHHOOO!” he yelled, as the impact of the hard wood on his sensitive skin sent shockwaves into his flesh.
Joel's bottom was now stinging as if it was under attack from a swarm of angry yellow jacket wasps.
Outside the bunkhouse, Miles peered through a crack in the curtain, a rye smile on his face. He was pleased to see that the men were giving Joel a taste of what the next few months had in store for him. He knew the men could be rough, and he would step in if they went too far. Joel's bottom needed to be kept sore, but not permanently damaged. However, for the time being, Joel was getting exactly what he deserved.
Back inside the men had, to some degree, taken pity on Joel and and dispensed with the bath brush after a mere 10 Whacks. Instead Braden and another of the men, Ivan Cooper, placed Joel across their knees and began what might be called a synchronised spanking. Each man taking turns in smacking Joel's wide spread butt, as he yelled and cussed at them, but was unable to do anything to stop them.
As long as Joel was living on the farm him cute 18 year old butt was theirs to do as they liked with it, and the men were resolved to keep it glowing pink, tender and well spanked at all times.
Two hours later, and the men were preparing for bed. “Hey guys” said Hadley “where is the kid gonna sleep?, there isn't a spare bunk for him!”
“We'll sort one out for him tomorrow, until then he'll have to sleep on the porch!” replied Braden, with a wink
For a brief moment Joel's mind buzzed with thoughts of escape, if he was on the porch, he could wait until the guys were asleep, then steal a truck, and get away from this God forsaken place.
However his hopes of freedom were short lived, as soon as they had escorted him to the porch outside the bunk house, the men tied his hands and feet with a long piece of rope, before throwing the other end over a beam in the porch ceiling.
“What are you doing?” stammered Joel
“We need to make sure the coyotes don't get you boy!” replied Ash, as the men began pulling on the rope, causing Joel to loose his balance and fall, landing on his just punished bottom.
The men kept pulling on the ropes, hoisting Joel up into the air until he was hanging from the beam, by his tied wrists and ankles, with his dangling bare bottom almost brushing against a strange looking metal apparatus, which looked like a neon light.
“You can't leave me like this!!” shouted Joel “Not all night!!”
“Don't worry kid!” laughed Ash, “we'll make sure the bugs don't bit you!!” he turned a switch and the object next to Joel's bottom, began to hum and flicker to life, giving off a bright blue light.
Joel's body jerked with surprise causing him to sway slightly, with the result that his dangling bare bottom touched the thin metal grid surrounding the blue light.
“ZZZAAAPPP!!” a small but painful electric shock, stabbed into his exposed butt cheek, accompanied by a small flash of blue light “Yeeowwch!! yelled Joel, his body jerking again, causing him to sway at the end of the rope, first away from the grid, but then, that very momentum caused him to swing back into contact with the grid resulting in another “ZZAAPP!” and a flash of blue light as a small but stinging electrical current shot into his flesh, this time mere millimetres from his exposed and rosebud like anus, causing him to let out another scream
“What the fuck is that thing?” he yelled
“It kills them 'skeeters Boy” replied Hadley “We get a lotta' darn 'skeeters round here!”
“But don't worry Kid” added Ash “the mozzies won't bite you, not with you hanging right next to the 'Skeeter killer and all!”
“Yeah!” continued Hadley “Any 'skeeter that tries to bite your lil' bare tail will get hit by an electric charge and 'zapo', it'll be 'skeeter history!”
“But be careful not to touch it!” laughed Braden “or you will get a nasty shock!”
Joel did not need telling about the electrical shocks, having just received two painful jabbing shocks in what was currently the most tender and sensitive part of his anatomy from what he now realised was a rather ancient electrical insect killer. An electric insect killer on one's porch is a very useful device in the backwoods of Montana for some parts of the year, but it is not something anyone would want to be hanging next to when bare ass naked, as Joel was.
He decided to try and reason with the men. “Hey guys, this is not funny! Let me down now!” he tried to look down at them, but that just made the rope sway, causing his behind to touch the electrified grating “ZZZAAAPPP!” .. “AAAOWCHH!”
“Sorry kid!” replied Braden “we'll make up a bunk for you tomorrow, but tonight you will have to stay up there!!”
“Goodnight fella'” laughed Hadley “Sleep well!”
To Joel's horror the men then sauntered back into the bunkhouse, leaving him dangling from the roof of the porch, his bottom a hairs breadth from the electric insect killer.
Poor Joel had a long and painful night ahead of him, not only was it very uncomfortable hanging from a rope by his hands and feet, but also, much as he tried to stay perfectly still, this was not possible when one is dangling from a rope, and even the smallest of movements caused the rope to swing sending his bare bottom into contact with the electrified grill surrounding the blue light and jabbing yet another painful electric shock into his already well punished bottom.
The electric shocks may not have been strong enough to cause any serious or lasting burns, but they were still extremely painful especially on such tender skin as that on Joel's bottom.
The long Montana night was punctuated with the zapping sound of electricity on skin, followed by a yell of pain from Joel.
Joel's luck really had really run out, and who knew what life had in store for him next. Whatever it was, it was sure to a pain in the ass!
We may return to the ranch later in the year to see how Joel's summer of spanking progresses.
Sunday, 5 March 2017
Sunday, 22 January 2017
Joel glowered at the group of, mostly bare chested young men, whom, his uncle had just announced would be his workmates. To his city-boy eyes, they all looked like a bunch of extras from some very uncool and, no longer politically correct, 1970's TV Western, and most deffinatelynot one he wished to become a cast member in.
The court had said nothing about him having to work as a ranch hand, and he had no intention of doing so.
“I 'ain't no inbred hill-billy like them!” he snarled “'an I 'ain't shovelling horse sh#t!”
He swung round, intending to march back to the ranch house in protest, but found that two of the ranch hands have moved behind him, blocking his path. “Get outa'my fucking way you retards!” yelled Joel, his attempt to hide his alarm by feigning anger betrayed by the shrill note in his voice.
“Retards? Huh?” replied Ash Amos, the marginally older of the two ranch hands blocking his escape, a slow smile crossing his ruggedly handsome face “That is not nice kid!”
“Don't call me kid you ….hick! ... let me pass!” spat Joel
“You are not going anywhere Kid!” replied Braden Garth, the younger of the two men.
With that, the two men roughly grabbed hold of Joel and, joined by a third man, Jareth Hunter, pulled him down on top of a bail of hay before beginning to undress him. At first Joel was stunned, not quite realising what the men were doing, but as one man's strong, work calloused fingers began unbuttoning his tight blue jeans, realisation struck him like a thunderbolt, and he started struggling and protesting furiously.
Poor Joel, fit, young and street smart he might be, but these men were well used to strenuous work, and he was no match against the three of them. Within moments, his jeans, sneakers, socks and shirt had been stripped from him, and all that still protected his remaining dignity were his, recently shoplifted, Hilfiger boxers, which his dad had innocently packed for him.
Finally, Joel struggled free clutching the waist band of his underpants in a frantic attempt to avoid these also being stripped from him, but tripped and fell with a heavy and undignified “Thump!” onto the barn floor. This caused general laughter among the men, and even Miles fought to suppress a smile.
Joel clambered to his feet, and glanced quickly around but saw to his dismay that all escape routes were blocked by grinning, and very muscular farmhands.
“What do you perverts want?” stammered Joel, attempting to sound tough, and failing totally “give me my clothes back!”
“'Perverts?' …. 'retards' ...'in-breeds' ... are we?” murmured Ash “Oh am I going to enjoy this!!”
“En... enjoy what?” shouted Joel, still failing to sound tough “What are you going to ….........?”
Ash moved towards Joel with a swaggering step, the lazy but laconic grin on his face sending an unwilling shiver down the younger man's back. He then spoke slowly, his country weathered drawl adding a menacing emphasis to his words. “We are gonna' spank your little city boy bottom boy!” he said “'an we're gonna' spank it so long, and so hard that you won't be inclined to sit on it for quite some time!”
“Fuck you!!” spluttered Joel “No way …. Fuck you!!”
Ash leaned forward, his face only inches from Joel's “No Kid!” his voice like a low growl “If anyone here gets fucked, it won't be us!”
With that, he grabbed Joel by the ear and dragged him across the barn to a pile of hay bails, on which he sat down before pulling the struggling and protesting younger man across his knee.
Once Joel was firmly in place, Ash reached out took hold of the waist band of Joel's boxers and with one well practised jerk of his wrist, pulled them down, revealing a bare bottom still pink from the earlier attention Joel had received from Miles' firm and very hard palm.
Ash and the other men all grinned, delighted to see how cute, hair-free and spankable Joel's butt was, this was going to be even more fun than they had thought.
Like most bad gamblers, Joel had hit a streak of bad luck, and making his luck even worse was being the owner of a bottom which people just wanted to spank, and one which, as we have established previously was particularly tender and sensitive.
Ash lifted his hand high above his head and then brought it down with a resounding WHACK! Across Joel's once again exposed and vulnerable behind.
The other guys all let out a cheer as the crowded round to watch the spectacle. Joel was not the first new ranch hand to suffer the initiation, but he was by far the hottest looking, and, from what the boss had told them, by far the most deserving.
Meanwhile, Miles stood back and watched the action, a smile of quiet satisfaction playing on his ruggedly handsome lips. Young Joel was going to get the justice the court had ordered, and which he had, in Miles' eyes more than earned after the way the young jerk had treated his father, Miles' younger brother.
Miles knew that he could depend on his fit and hearty workers to carry out Judge Flinthard's sentence, and supervise Joel, leaving him free to run the ranch, and step in to administer additional discipline himself when necessary.
He would need to keep an eye on some of the guys, particularly Ash, to ensure things didn't get out of hand, but he was confident that all would work well.
While Josh yelled, struggled and made threats he was in no position to carry out, Ash was now well in his stride spanking the unfortunate Joel's increasingly red behind, when he noticed the lad's rubber soled sneakers lying on the floor
“Hey Braden Buddy” he drawled “hand me that there white shoe!”
The handsome, sun bleached haired boy he had addressed, ran over grabbed one of Joel's sneakers and handed it to Ash.
Ash tapped the sole of the sneaker against the palm of his hand and smiled broadly “That will do the job just dandy!” he said
With that, Ash returned to spanking the unfortunate Joel's behind, this time with the the young dude's rubber soled sneaker, whilst Joel yelled in pain and protest, and the other men cheered in delighted approval.
“Carry on doing what you are doing boys” interjected Miles. “That is just what the court ordered!”
Finally, Ash pushed Joel off his knee “Time for you to start working Kid!” he barked. He picked up one of the pitchforks which the men had been using and held it out to Joel “Not get to work Kid!”
“Fu ….” spat Joel, wisely stopping himself at the last second
“You want more!!” demanded Ash, raising an eyebrow in an exaggerated quizzical expression.
A sullen glower on his face Joel snatched the fork and made a half hearted attempt at moving some loose hay around. One of the men, Ivan Cooper called out “You got a lot to learn kid, but we're here to teach you!” at which all the other men roared with laughter, at the shared Joke, which Joel failed to understand.
Miles picked up Joel's discarded clothes “I'll take these back to the ranch” he said “If you want the right to wear clothes again Joel, you are going to have to earn it!!”
Joel threw a furious look at his Uncle, the humiliating realisation that he would most likely be bare butt naked for days, possibly weeks searing through his already bruised ego. However, he could see from the expression on Miles' face that it was pointless to argue.
He turned away from the group of men and continued to jab at the mud outside of the barn. By turning his back, of course, his shiny red, and well spanked bottom was fully displayed, resulting in whoops of delight from the men.
“Now that's what I want to see!” said Miles pointing at the naked youth's glowing bottom “That is what the good judge ordered!” he turned to the men “It will be your job to ensure that it is a nice, healthy pink, just like that at the end of every shift. Can you do that for me?!”
“We sure can Boss!” grinned Ash Amos “You can rely on us”
“That's what I like to hear!” continued Miles “Now I need to make some calls, so I will leave you guys in charge!”
With that, Miles left them and made his way back to the ranch house carrying Joel's clothes, with a satisfied smile on his face.
The men stood around watching Joel as he continued to dig at the dirt outside the barn, unsure what he was supposed to be doing, angry he had to do anything, but keen not to provoke another spanking.
Hadley Granger had been standing and observing events, but now he decided to join the fun “You'll get nothing done at that speed fella'” he drawled “put some effort into it, will ya'”
He picked up a second discarded pitchfork and gave Joel a quick jab in his very sore and tender bottom.
Joel gave a yell of pain, dropped the pitchfork, and leapt round clutching his behind “You f##king red-neck c##t!!” he snarled “Don't you f##king dare!!”
“Don't … ahem .. dare what Fella'?” grinned Hadley
“Don't you dare jab my ass with that f##king thing, you moron!” snapped Joel furiously “Do that again and I'll put you on a f##king slab!”
“You'll what?” replied an incredulous Hadley “We'll see about that!”
“Well well!” Grinned Ash who had been watching with barely concealed amusement “It seems this youngun' has not learned his lesson!”
“Seems he needs more teaching!” replied Hadley making a movement towards Joel with his pitchfork
“Fuck you!” snapped Joel, jumping away from the sharp points, only to discover that he had jumped straight into the firm gripping hands of Braden and Jareth, who had quietly circled round behind him. “Let go of me you …...!”
“Yup!” growled Jareth “he sure needs more teachin'!”
The two men who had hold of Joel pulled him, wriggling and swearing into the barn, followed by Ash and Hadley who picked up discarded pitchforks as they did so.
Jareth and Braden pushed Joel down onto some bails of hay, while Hadly took a length of rope of the wall and cut it into two. He then handed one to Braden, who, assisted with Ash, tied Joel's hands behind his back. Then Hadley and Jareth used one end of the other length of rope to tie Joel's ankles together, after which he threw the other either ends of the rope over a beam.
It was at this point that Joel, who, until then had been struggling and cussing began to realise that he was seriously outnumbered and that he had made a bad miscalculation.
He tried to reason with the men, but his attempt at conciliation had come too late and the other ranch hands were now determined to “teach him a lesson” as they had promised.
Braden and Hadley both took hold of an end of the rope and began to pull, lifting Joel's feet, legs and then his bright pink bottom off the bail of hay and raising it into the air.
“Now that is a perfect target!” chuckled Ash
“W ...what are you going to do?” stammered a now very alarmed Joel
“We decided that its time you get the point kid” replied Ash “Ah ...My bad!” he corrected himself “make that points!”
The guys all began to approach the, now diaper positioned Joel, with their pitchforks aimed towards his uplifted bottom.
“NOOO!!” yelled Joel, please don't!! …. I'm sorry”
“Too late kid!” replied Ash as he jabbed at Joel's behind with his fork “We are gonna' stick you like a little piggy!”
With that the laughing farm hands began to jab at Joel with their forks. This was not the first time they had punished a lazy or careless ranch hand in this way, and although they were all now quite pissed with Joel, they had no intention of injuring him, or drawing any blood, just to make his already very sore bottom hurt even more, and to put Joel through a little more, in their view, well deserved, discomfort and humiliation.
“AAAAOOOWW!” yelled Joel as Ash's fork jabbed into his left butt cheek, pricking his now very tender skin. Meanwhile Braden and Jareth pricked his right butt cheek with their forks, causing Joel to yell again “AAAAAAOOOOCH!!” ….”EEEEOOOWW!”
The jabs were relativity gentle, compared to what muscular young men wealding sharp objects could inflict, but because Joel's bottom was now so over-sensitive that the jabs hurt like fire.
Hadley stood back a little, laughing as he watched his fellow ranch hands jabbing at Joel. Then suddenly an idea struck him. Pulling a pair of thick leather gloves from his pocket, and left the barn, and returned moments later carrying a bunch of stinging nettles he had pulled from where they grew, next to the fence outside.
“Here guys” he said “I've had a better idea. We can really whack him with these!”
Thee guys all cheered with glee, as they each grabbed a hand full of stinging nettles from Hadley's bunch
“Oh yeah!” Laughed Ash, “this will really give him a sting in the tail!”
the group then set about beating Joel with the stinging nettles, with all the enthusiasm of a festival crowd attacking a Piñata, knowing that, unlike the pitchforks, they could now really punish the cute blonde jerk's deserving bottom, making sure it would sting for hours without causing lasting damage.
After all, as Ash said later, “you should never break toys which you plan to play with again ,
The so called diaper position was not only humiliating, but it ensured that Joel's most private and tender areas were totally exposed and vulnerable, and the guys took full advantage of that exposure and vulnerability.
Joel screamed and yelled in pain and outrage as the fiery tingling and burning caused of the cruel nettles spread across his butt cheeks and upper thighs livening up the tenderness and hypersensitivity resulting from the earlier spankings, until each stinging swat burned like a red hot coal.
His bottom would sting for hours, and this was just the start, Joel's time in the country would be long and uncomfortable.
TO BE CONTINUED
Saturday, 24 December 2016
Sunday, 11 December 2016
Still carrying the protesting, increasingly outraged and bare bottomed Joel over his shoulder Miles marched up the street to the parking lot where he had parked his truck.
At 18, Joel was a strong young man, but Miles was stronger, and despite his attempts to struggle free, Joel could not escape from his mortifyingly embarrassing position, made all the worse by the passers by laughing and pointing as they saw him. The unhappy lad was keenly aware that, apart from his white socks, he was naked from the waist down, and that his still blushing red bottom publicly advertised to all that he had been soundly spanked.
As a reader it might be unkind to enjoy the humiliation of a handsome but arrogant young jerk, but Heck, none of us are perfect. To someone with such an inflated and sensitive ego as Joel, the shame of his position was almost as painful as the spanking …. almost. Of course, he deserved it, so let us just savour that fact!
On reaching the truck, Miles put Joel down, whilst still holding him tightly. He then opened the tailgate of the truck and pushed the protesting lad onto some bails of hay which were in the back of the truck.
Before Joel could quite grasp what was happening, Miles had grabbed a length of rope and tied him face down over the bail of hay.
“What the fu ….. what are you doing?” yelled Joel
“I have to keep my hands on the wheel!” replied Miles “So this will keep you …. secure, while we drive to the ranch!”
With that Miles opened the driver's seat of the car and jumped “Make yourself comfortable Joel, we have a five hour drive ahead of us!
To Joel's horror the van drove out of the parking lot and onto the city street, with him still strapped bare bottomed and very exposed in the open back of the vehicle.
It was midday, but still the traffic was heavy, so their journey through town was slow, giving the local citizenry ample opportunity to see Joel as the truck made its way through the streets. Like a small carnival float, or, in Joel's mind a tumbrel driving through the cheering streets of revolutionary Paris, the only difference being that he would not face the guillotine, and it would not be his head that would be on the block.
Finally the truck drove out of the city and began heading North West towards the Montana border. For the first 80 or so miles, the roads remained busy, and many motorists cheered and hooted when they caught sight of Joel in the back of the truck.
After a few hours of driving, the van crossed the Montana border, and turned off the main highway, and to Joel's relief they began passing less traffic as they began heading deeper into the countyside.
He had just been through the worst, and most pain filled, day of his life and and still could not quite believe what had happened. He was still only wearing his white shirt and socks, and was beginning to think that Miles's threat to keep him “bare bottomed” might be real!
Although still in trepidation as to what might lay ahead, his characteristic defiance was beginning to reassert itself, and his crafty mind spent much of the trip plotting ways which he might be able to avoid what was planned for him, and once again, as so often in his life so far, escape the consequences of his action.
As they travelled, the countryside became more impressive, with stunning vistas of beautiful rolling pastures and woodland, framed by cloud topped mountains in the far distance. Of course, Joel's face down, bottom uppermost, position did not afford him the best view of natures wonders, and in any event he was far more concerned with wondering what might await him when they finally reached their destination.
After almost five hours of driving, the van turned of the road onto a long dirt road drive way, which led eventually to a large ranch house, surrounded by farm buildings.
Miles parked the van, got out and walked round to the back and opened the tailgate, before proceeding to untie Joel.
“Do you remember this farm Joel?” he asked “You stayed here once many years ago, when you were very young.”
Joel, who's body was aching from the hours he had just spent in a very uncomfortable position, scowled and glanced around. However, instead of appreciating the magnificent views, Joel sulkily contemplated how boring life would be stuck out here, so far from the city. He again began to consider various means of escape.
He vaguely recalled the farm and the fun he had once had playing there, long ago, before the city, girls and adult games had become of more interest to him than playing hide and go seek in some dusty old barn.
“This will be your home for the next year Joel”
“Fuck that!” blurted Joel “you can't keep me prisoner here!”
“Well the court thinks otherwise kid” smiled Miles ”and I suggest you mind your language in future!”
Joel shrugged, he had no intention of either minding his language or staying on some damn farm for a week, let alone a year.
“You will be working on the farm, and living with the farm hands going forward” continued Miles “But tonight you can sleep in the house, follow me” he opened the door and walked into the hallway.
Joel followed, but was not happy with what he had just heard “What do you mean 'working'? The Judge didn't say anything about work!!” he muttered resentfully.
“You need to earn your living kid” replied Miles.
“Fuck that! I didn't choose to come to this sh ….. farm!”
“I told you to mind your tongue!”
“Fuck you!” snapped Joel, “you are not my father!”
A second later Joel found himself rammed, face first against the wall as Miles held him firmly in place with one hand while using the other to lift the back of his white shirt, revealing his still slightly reddened bare behind.
Miles then picked up a clothes brush from the hall table “I warned you twice kid!” he snarled, “I am not going to warn you again!”
He raised the brush high in the air and then brought it down with a loud WHACK! onto Joel's still tender behind.
“AAAH!” yelled Joel. “That hurts”
“It will hurt a lot more when I use this on you for real!” replied Miles as he delivered two more stinging “ThWACKS!” to Joel's behind. “Which I guarantee I will, if you don't behave yourself!”
Miles released his grip, at which point Joel spun round and glowered at the older man. There had to be some way of escaping this situation, but with a hundred miles of open countryside between them and civilisation, that would not be easy to achieve.
That night Joel slept badly, his mind beset with frightening nightmares, all of which ended the same way.
The next morning, a still sulky Joel woke up at an hour which was, for him, unusually early and made his way, naked, into the bathroom attached to the bedroom he had been allocated.
He turned on the bath tap and and then returned to the bedroom and began going through the drawers, in the hope of finding a cigarette. Unfortunately for Joel, Miles' house was a strictly enforced no smoking zone, and Joel's own pack of smokes were in the pocket of his black suit pants, which, together with his underpants and shoes, were back at the courthouse, many miles away.
His search proving fruitless, Joel sulkily returned to the bathroom, and attempted to sit down on the edge of the bath, which was now full of water. However, being preoccupied with the lack of nicotine he sat down clumsily, and instead of sitting on the edge of the bath he fell bottom first into the water.
As many a gambler has discovered, when they hit an unlucky streak, it doesn't get any better, and Joel's luck, ably assisted by his own carelessness, was getting increasingly worse. When he had run himself a bath, he had only turned on the hot tap, so the bath his bare bottom had just landed in was full of scalding hot water.
Joel let out a scream, sounding not unlike a wounded animal as he leaped out of the bath and began jumping up and down clutching his scorched behind, swearing loudly as he did so.
Still rubbing his, again very sore bottom, Joel walked back into the bedroom, it was then that he noticed the object on the floor
He had tossed his white shirt on the floor before getting into the shower and he wondered if he could tie that round himself, like some loincloth. It was then that he noticed the white cylindrical object which had fallen out of the shirt pocket, and remembered that his buddy, Jose, had lent him a cigarette and match before entering the court earlier that day.
He quickly picked up the cigarette and searched frantically for the match, which luckily was still in the pocket. He struck the match against the bathroom wall, not caring that it left a mark on the paintwork, lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply before exhaling a stream of smoke.
Joel was just in the act of taking a second drag of the cigarette, when the bathroom door opened, and Miles Rutter walked in carrying a holdall “Your Dad asked me to pack some clothes for y …..!” he began, stopping abruptly upon seeing the cigarette smouldering between Joel's fingers.
“What the...!!” after a moment of stunned silence, Miles exploded with fury “How dare you smoke in my house?!!. He strode up to Joel and placed a firm hand on his shoulder “I did not give you permission to pollute my atmosphere!”
He snatched the offending, quarter smoked, cigarette from Joel's hand, threw it into the sink, and turned on the tap. “Do you know what those things do to your body?”
“Oh will you get off my case man! ...” shrugged Joel “it's only a smoke!”
The words had barely left Joel's mouth before he found himself being dragged out of the bedroom by Miles, who then sat down on a large leather setee, before forcing Joel to sit on his lap, facing away from him. As Joel protested loudly, Miles pushed him forward face down with his hands on the floor. Miles the hoisted Joel legs either side of him, forcing the boy into what is commonly known amongst spanking enthusiasts as the “wheelbarrow” position.
Joel's father had never spanked him in this position, so he was initially confused by what was happening, realising only that he was in a very vulnerable situation.
“Right kid” grinned Miles, “this is where you experience your first Ranch House spanking!” he raised his hand high in the air above his head, before bringing it down with a hard SMACK! Across the middle of Joel's cheeks, which because of his position were already slightly spread, and caused the centre of Miles's palm to land perilously close to Joel's tight anus.
“AAAHHHOWCH!” yelled Joel “Don't do that you pervert!!”
“I am not a pervert!” laughed Miles “I am simply carrying out the sentence of the court!” With that he proceeded to spend the next ten minutes giving poor Joel's still glowing bottom yet another hard spanking. This time in the vulnerable and, as Joel discovered, especially humiliating, wheelbarrow position.
The latest Spanking over, Miles pointed to a small rucksack in the hall, and ordered Joel to get dressed.
It was with some relief that Joel discovered that his father had indeed packed a bag of clothes for him, and given it to Miles to bring to the ranch. He had been worried that Miles would make good on his threat to keep him naked.
Escape would be a lot easier with clothes. And he certainly planned to escape as soon as Miles's back was turned.
Wearing jeans, a blue plaid shirt and canvas sneakers Joel sauntered onto the porch, and glanced casually across the wild empty landscape before him. He knew from the previous day's drive to the ranch that they were a long way from town, but now he could see quite how isolated the ranch was. It would be a long walk back to town, escape would not be as easy as he imagined.
As Joel was standing contemplating the best methods of escape, Miles appeared “Come on Boy!” he snapped “Time for work!”
“You didn't think you would get to sit on your butt all day, did you?” laughed the older man “We will keep you fully employed while you are here!”
Joel scowled sulkily, although “sitting on his butt” was still somewhat challenging, he has no inclination to actually do any work! However, he reluctantly decided that he had better play along until he could get away from this God damn farm, and grudgingly accompanied Miles as he strode away from the ranch house towards a large hay barn.
As the approached the barn Joel saw a group of, mostly bare chested, young men hard at work. He guessed these were ranch hands employed by Miles to run the farm.
“Good morning guys!” barked Miles “This is Joel, he will be working with you for the next few months!”
Joel spun round “No I fucking won't!” he snapped, almost spitting his words with anger “I'm not a fucking ranch hand!”
Miles turned to the man and smiled “Well guys” he said “It seems to me that Joel is asking for the traditional introduction …. and I am sure you men will be more than willing to give it to him.!”
The group of men all grinned knowingly “Yes Boss!” replied one
“We sure will Boss!” replied another “That we sure will!!”
TO BE CONTINUED .......
TO BE CONTINUED .......