Justice For Joel (Part 3)

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