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 .......
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 .....