Tuesday, 6 July 2021

The Shaman's Revenge Chapter 22 (Part 2)


The Shaman's Revenge Chapter 22 (Part 2)

 Jordan and the Speedos from Hell continued

The pool was entirely empty when Jordan dived in and swam a full length under water. For the first time in weeks, Jordan felt a sense of freedom and relief as his skimmed through the cool deep water, wuith the sleekness and agility of a fit young otter. Swimming was the one thing in the world at which he was the most accomplished, and if had had the determination and self discipline to overcome his naturally lazy and self indulgent nature, he could potentially have been a world class athlete.

However, the inevitable of Jordan Draper's life was that the flaws in his character would forever outweigh his virtues, and, consequentially, he would never achieve his natural potential.

As observers, therefore, we must content ourselves with appreciating his physical beauty and enjoying his ongoing and well deserved discomforts and humiliations.

However, at that moment, Jordan was free from the myriad discomforts which had recently plagued his life. The Ranger, his new guardian, had agreed he could have a morning free from chores and had dropped him off at the old swimming pool at the edge of town “You can relax today” he had said “Tomorrow you have an important role to play at the local charity fair!”

Jordan had no idea what was planned for the fair, but hoped he would at least be allowed to wear clothes. Meanwhile today, it was just a relief to have some cover albeit only his tiny blue speedos.

For a short while he was free of the sense of dread of what might befall him next, which hay have been a kindness, given what was in store for him.

After completing a dozen laps of the pool, Jordan climbed out and made his way along the side of the pool planning to get himself a coke from the vending machine he had noticed by the entrance. He was then he realised he was no longer alone, when he spotted three figures in swimming trunks walking towards him.

At first he did not recognise them, but they certainly recognized him “Hi Jordan!” sniggered Dewey Rees a small built guy in baggy red swimming shorts “Aren't you supposed to be bare assed? I head you burnt your asshole!”

Jordan glowered at Dewey, furious at this further evidence that the news of his humiliating situation was spreading like wild fire. “Shut up, if you want to keep your teeth!” he snarled.

Don't threaten my brother!” boomed a second, much larger guy in an angry voice

He always threatens smaller kids!” chimed in the third guy, Sammy Mason, who was also smaller than average “He's Jordan Draper, the bully we told you about!”

Dewey grinned at Jordan. “This is my BIG brother Bruno!” He's really pleased to meet you!” 

 Until too late Jordan had not noticed how large and muscular Bruno was, otherwise he might have been more cautious, but before he could react Dewey's big brother had grabbed him and thrown him over his shoulder. “We are going to have some fun with you!” he growled

The swimming pool was next to a derelict building, which had once been a sports centre, where Bruno carried the struggling and protesting Jordan, followed by a broadly grinning Dewey and Sammy.

Once inside what had once been the old locker room of the centre, Bruno tied Jordan's wrists to an exposed beam, forcing him to stand on Tip toe. Meanwhile Dewey produced a role of duct tape, which he used to bing Jordan's long athletic legs together.

When Jordan objected, a further strip of tape was placed over his mouth, effectively silencing him.

Heuy Jordan” grinned Dewey “Remember those games you used to play with us kids? .. and the ….. um … tricks? Well lets see how you like them when we play them on you.”

Remember that itching powder you put in the kids clothes while they were in the shower?” he continued “Well we've got a different brand … this one is extra strong itching powder” he held up a small bag while tossing a similar bag of white powder to Sammy.

It says 'Worse that a cartload of fleas' on the packet!” giggled Sammy

Well you are about to find out if that is true!” sneered Dewey as he pulled at the waist band of Jordan's speedos creating a gap at the back enabling him to sprinkle the contents of the itching powder package over the cheeks of Jordan's exposed backside, ensuring at least half the powder went down the tight crack between the cheeks.

Meanwhile, Sammy did the same to the front of the speedos, tipping the contents of his bag over Jordan's cock and balls.

It took a moment for the powder to take effect, and then, suddenly, Jordan became aware of the most extreme and infuriating itching sensation he had ever experienced. He struggled and writhed in extreme discomfort, desperate to pull off his speedos and try to brush the vile substance off himself, but could do nothing as his hands were tied to the beam above his head.

Sammy attempted to maintain a straight face, however Dewey laughed so hard he almost made himself sick. He and his friends had endured years of bullying and hazing by Jordan Draper, so he was enjoying every second of his tormentor's suffering.

Meanwhile a grinning Bruno ambled to the cornor and picked up a large glass jar “I guess that powder must be irritating you a mite Guy?” he drawled “But don't worry, my little friends here will eat it all!”

He held up the jar, which Jordan, to his horror saw was full of ants!

Remember that spider you put down Becky Rutter's shirt?! Sniggered Dewey, “well we couldn't find a spider, but the ants will be a good substitute!... they are fire ants, so if they nip you, it might sting a little!”

.”... or Sting a lot!” corrected Sammy.

It suddenly occurred to Jordan that the itching powder and ants must have been bought there specially for him, this was no chance encounter, they had known in advance that he would be at the pool. So someone, either the Ranger or Harley must have been in on the plan.

Jordan did not have time to think any more about the set up as he other things to concentrate on, around forty very small but very ferocious things, as Bruno stepped forward, tugged at the waist band of his blue speedos, and tipped the angry contents of the jar into the gap, shaking the jar firmly to ensure every ant fell in, before allowing the tight lycra to snap back into place with all the ants trapped between it and the tender still wildly itching surface of Jordan's bottom.

Unlike the itching powder, the ants took no time in making their presence known. They may be trapped and lagely immobile , but the one part they could move were their sharp jaws with which they ferociously attacked every inch of Jordan's poor bottom.

A large number of the fire ants had slipped between his cheeks and they set about biting that intimate and sensitive area, even his rosebud like anus was not spared. 

 The fire ants certainly lived up to their name, and within seconds, Jordan felt as if his entire bottom was literally on fire.

 Jordan's three assailants stood back, laughing with delight as Jordan hopped up and down, writing in agony and the rapacious insect assault on his nether regions his silent screams muffled by the duct tape covering his mouth.

It was then that all three of Jordan's new tormentor's produced a selection of old wooden paddles, both fraternity paddles with greek letters or old fashioned domestic paddles with quaint phrases on them.

We will kill those nasty biting ants for you!” laughed Bruno “Isn't that good of us?!”

Within moments, the sound of three wooden paddles whacking against ther seat of Jordan's speedoes echoed round the abandoned building and continued for quite some time.

Jordan's previous were certainly relishing their revenge.

Some hours later, after Jordan had not returned at the time he had been instructed to, the Ranger and Jordan's hated cousin Harley went to the pool looking for him. When they found he was not, the Ranger suggested they should check the abandoned sports centre next door, and that is where they found a very sore and unhappy Jordan.

Still tied up and duct tape gagged, he had been hing fron the ceiling by his blue speedos, in an uncomfortable and embarrassing wedgie. Adding to his humiliation a white surrender flag protruded from between his two now red and bad badly bruised and bitten butt cheeks, having been inserted deep into his ant bitten anus.

Jordan Draper was one bully who had certainly met his comeuppance! 


To be continued 

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Sunday, 16 May 2021

The Shaman's Revenge Chapter 22 (part 1)

 The Shaman's Revenge

Jordan and the Speedos from Hell

(Part 1)

It was early on a late summer morning, and the sun was just peeping through the curtains of the small bedroom where Jordan had spent the night. Jordan's new guardian come baby sitter the Ranger had forced him to give up his usual, much larger bedroom, to his visiting cousin Harley. Who, he had been informed, knew how to behave like a well bread young gentleman man, and therefore deserved a better room.

Muts that behave like coyotes don't get to sleep in the kennel!” the Ranger had said, pointing Jordan in the direction on the guest room, a room Jordan had disliked and avoided ever since Aunt Blossom from Boise had died in it when she visited a few summers back.

That, combined with the spanking he had received for some misdemeanour earlier in the evening meant Jordan had retired in a very bad mood, with the result that he slept badly and was beset my unpleasant semi-conscious nightmares. In the most vivid of the nightmares, the Ranger in the jousting regalia or a medieval knight and on horseback was pursuing him across a wild and empty landscape, jabbing at his bare behind with the pointy end of his lance.

These nights the Ranger featured in most of Jordan's nightmares, invariably cajoling and bullying him while simultaneously assailing his exposed rear end with some instrument of torture.

Jordan could therefore be forgiven for imagining he was still dreaming when he heard the the familiar voice booming “Time to get up ya' lazy bug in a rug, there's a treat in store for you!”

However, he was instantly wide awake when the Ranger jumped onto the bed, sat on him legs, Trapping him face down, and whacking his exposed bottom with the rubber sole of a beach shoe.

OW ...OWWW! That hurt” complained Jordan angrily “Stop it man!”

Don't be such a wimp!” laughed the ranger “You should be happy, this is a special day!” he continued to enthusiastically spank his captive prey with the rubber shoe.

The day didn't seem special to Jordan, and it seemed even worse, when he spotted his cousin Harley, standing in the doorway, watching with a sneering grin on his scrawny face.

Before your surprise though..” said the Ranger, putting down the beach shoe “You have to have your shots!” He took one of the syringes from the dish he had brought with him, which Jordan had not noticed, until that moment and which was perched precariously on the corner of the bed.

Oh No! Not That!” Yelled Jordan but before the words had left his mouth, the Ranger had jabbed the needle hard into Jordan's left butt cheek, causing an angry yell of pain to echo round the house.

Jordan struggled to free himself and avoid the second jab, but the Ranger swiftly climbed on top of him, sitting on his back and holding him firmly in place. “Harvey!” he called “Come hear and give your cousin the second jab.

Harvey quickly scuttled over and gleefully did as requested

Jordan struggled helplessly, seething with fury at the humiliation of had his butt injected by his hated cousin, who he knew would be enjoying him self and would seek to make the injection as painful as possible.

Hold on!” ordered the Ranger “That's the wrong cheek … damn too late! You have injected him the same cheek I just did!!”

Sorry!” squeaked Harley “I got confused … should I get another needle?”

NOOO!” yelled Jordan “That's enough!”

In that case you will need a second shot this evening” Replied the ranger

Jordan scowled moodily, he had a reprieve, but only a temporary stay of execution, as he still had a further injection to look forward to.

Now for your treat!” grinned the Ranger as he finally climbed off Jordan “I had a discussion with the Doc and he agrees that you should now be allowed occasional breaks from the current bare butt treatment!”

Jordan, who had been sulkily scowling and rubbing his sore behind perked up immediately at this unexpected turn of events.

Only very limited to start with!” he put his hand in his pocket and brought out a tiny pair of blue speedo swimming briefs, which he held out towards Jordan.

You can wear these to go swimming for a few hours this afternoon!”

Although a break from the embarrassing nudity was a welcome surprise, Jordan was confused and a little dubious given the size of the garment being offered to him. “They are very … small!” he said

Nonsense!” Replied the ranger “They are perfectly big enough, come and try them on!”

Jordan didn't need asking twice, he leaped off the bed, grabbed the proffered speedos and quickly pulled them on, before checking himself out in the mirror.

The speedos were indeed very brief, the shiny blue fabric barely covering his groin and most of his butt cheeks! “Man but these are skimpy!” he complained

The Ranger laughed and gave Jordan hard slap across the seat of the tiny swimming briefs. “You are such a spoilt brat Jordan!” he said. “I told you the break was to be only a limited one! Those trunks are perfectly adequate, in fact I think they will serve their purpose very well indeed!!

To be continued.....



Sunday, 25 April 2021

New Update at "The Humiliation of Redman Dane"


More Humiliation for Redman

Unlucky Redman finds himself in another uncomfortable and embarrassing predicament.

You can enjoy the handsome young blade's further well deserved discomfort by visiting “The Humiliation of Redman Dane”

WARNING: this features young a young male being disciplined and humiliated by females



The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn - Chapter One

 The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn

Chapter 1

(Click here for the Prologue)

Silas Hooper sat at the bar in Annie Kay's Coffee and Beer bar at the centre of town enjoying a lunch time Coffee and corned beef on Rye sandwich together with some man talk with a couple of the bar's regular patrons. Silas had been a successful urban architect, but he had become disenchanted with city life and moved to this small rural town five years earlier where he now ran a relatively successful construction business. Usually a light hearted individual, who enjoyed a laugh with the guys, he had made friends easily and soon settled in. However, today, he appeared strained and serious, and it was obvious something was troubling him.

What's the problem Buddy?” asked grey bearded Cole Ritter, one of the small town's only two doctors “You look as if you are carrying one heap of troubles.”

Kids” replied Silas with a sigh “Specifically one kid, my step son Finn, he's my ex-wife's son from her first marriage, he's been totally spoilt and allowed to run wild. Technically, he's no longer a kid, but he sure acts like one!”

Ah! Typical story!!” grunted Mike Palmer, the town sheriff “Spoiling a boy does him no favours! When I was working as a young cop in Atlanta I dealt with any number of spoilt rich boys ”

Silas frowned “Between us, he's had a couple of run in's with the law, so he's been sent to stay with me, where he is away from temptation!” He sighed “But it's not working out!”

The other men listened as Silas went into detail about Finn's behaviour, his lack of respect, refusal to obey rules and general unhelpful attitude. “He's also a damn lazy brat, this morning for instance, I asked him to do one simple task, painting some wood panels I'm using on those new houses next to the fishing dock. It would have taken him a couple of hours, tops. But, I turn my back for a minute, and he jumps on his fancy motorbike and rides off, who knows to where!” he shrugged in despair.

As a Doctor I'd say that kid needs a good spanking!”commented Cole

Plenty of spankings, ... and paddlings!” agreed Officer Palmer

SPANKING?” asked a slightly nonplussed Silas “He's almost nineteen .. a young man!”

So what? boys around here are going over their Daddy's knee up to they are twenty five or more!” laughed Nial Russell who had been listening to the conversation from a table by the bar “It keeps them on the right track!”

The best way to make a bad boy behave is to keep him bare butt and nervous!” added Officer Palmer banging his fist on the bar

Isn't that illegal?” asked a mystified Silas

Not in this state it isn't. Besides, I'm the law in this town, I decide what is legal. If you can't do it, we'd be more than happy to help you out, wouldn't we fellas!”

Sure would!” laughed the Doctor “between us we can keep his little butt cheery red all summer!”

How long is he staying with you!”

The Court said he is under my custody until he's 21, so that's another two years!” the last words were spoken partly with a groan.

That's no problem, we are not going anywhere, give us a call anytime and we will do what's required!”

Thanks guys, but that is all a bit out there for me, I will try reasoning with him first, before resorting to anything drastic!!”

His words were greeted with laughter “Reasoning?!! Good luck with that!” snorted Officer Palmer.

Later, on his drive home, Silas was still a little in shock, the conversation he had just had with three seemingly sane and rational adult men, seemed crazy, and like something out of a different age. It was a conversation he would never wish his ex-wife or any of their liberal city friends to hear, He was also sure he would never think of spanking his 19 year old step son.


Meanwhile, on a country road eight miles out of town, the step son in question was most unhappy, although perhaps not quite as unhappy as he would have been had he overheard the discussion his step father had just been party to.

Finn had miscalculated, he had thought it was only five miles back to town, but it was closer to twelve, and his feet were already sore from walking. All his life Finn's feet had been protected by expensive, high quality trainers and sneakers, so they were very soft and tender, and totally unused to walking, bare foot, on such rough terrain. He attempted to walk on the grass next to the road but that was not much better.

However, if his feet were sore, that pain faded into insignificance compared to his bottom, which was literally throbbing and burning as if it were still being assaulted by multiple angry hornets. His poor bottom had been stung first by a maritime sea creature, which, by some fluke, had ended up in an inland lake, this was followed by a god damn wasp, then he had been spanked by a muscle-bound hill-billy before the final coup de grâce of sitting in a bunch of nettles.

Somehow the stinging nettles had made the pain even worse by adding a tingling, all over, sensitivity to his buttocks and upper thighs. To add to his discomfort the nettles had stung the underside of his testicles, which tingled and stung as well.

However, sore bottom, feet and balls, were not the only thing causing his discomfort. The loss of an expensive motorbike would be difficult to explain, but worse than that, he was also faced with a very difficult and embarrassing predicament caused by the fact that he was bare butt naked whilst his clothes were in the back of some hill-billy's truck, or at his step-father's house on the far side of town.

The challenge would be getting home without being seen!!

Finn, knew he was good looking and he was proud of his fit young body, he had no problem showing of his chest and biceps by going shirtless in summer, or wearing designer trunks to the beach, but being totally naked in public was something else altogether.

He had never liked being naked in front of other guys in the locker room, let alone, in front of girls! Only two girls had ever seen his dick, and that had been on his terms, and it was they who were totally naked. This time he would be the only one naked in front of fully clothed people.

He hated the idea of anyone, guys or girls, looking at his bare butt, especially when it was sore, red and so obviously spanked, as he correctly guessed it was.

There had to be some way of finding clothes before he reached town.

As Finn turned a bend in the road he spotted a house nestling among the trees. Assuming the house was inhabited, maybe someone there would take pity on him and lend him some clothes, or, if not he could steal some. Perhaps this would provide a means of rescue from his embarrassing situation.

Despite his sore feet, his step quickened as he approached the house, he could see it was quite old and in some disrepair, but there were signs of habitation, and that meant there were people who owned clothes living there.

As he crept closer to the house, he noticed that one small window on the side of the wooden clad structure was slightly ajar, presenting him with an alternative option to knocking on the door, butt naked and asking for help.

This would not be the first time he had broken into someone's house, in fact he had done it more often than his rap sheet revealed, as he had only been caught once. (which was not bad odds – or so he thought!)

The window ledge was shoulder high, but that was no obstacle to a lithe, athletic young man, gripping the window ledge, and with the combined strength of his arms and his leg muscles, which he used to propel him self upwards, he quickly jumped up and thrust the top part of his naked body through the small gap beneath the window frame.

Unfortunately for Finn, the window was old and poorly maintained, and the vibration caused by his weight pushing down on the sill, caused he window frame to fall down onto the middle of his back trapping him with his head arms and shoulders on the inside, and his legs and bare bottom dangling outside.

Finn attempted to push upwards with his back, in the hope of dislodging the window enough to enable him to clamber through, However, if anything, this simply caused the window frame to become even more tightly jammed.

To his mounting horror, he realised that he was totally trapped, and to make it worse, he was in a very embarrassing and vulnerable situation.

The goddess Nemesis, who was not Finn's friend at the moment, and as we all know to our cost, she has a cruel habit of exploiting vulnerabilities to the detriment of mortals. Finn was to soon find out quite how vulnerable he was, and also what a tempting target he presented, with his fine young bottom, exposed in all it's rosy glory, hanging out of the window.

Finn's next stroke of bad luck arrived almost half an hour later,. In the form of young Tobias Ruckman, who had been out in the woods, unsuccessful attempting to shoot birds with his sling-shot, and was taking a short cut home past the old Bowen house.

Tobias couldn't believe his eyes when he caught sight of Finn's nude nether religions hanging out of the window. Confused but fascinated he crept towards the house, to get a better look.

At first he was confused, but then surmised, that the person in the window must have been attempting to rob the house. He had heard of the barefoot bandit, this must be the bare bottom burglar

Despite his tender years, Tobias was an nasty boy with a cruel sense of humour. His sadistic urges has had been frustrated by his failure to kill any birds, hence he was more than ready to take full advantage of this unexpected opportunity to inflict some pain, without risk to himself. He quickly pulled his slingshot out of his back pocket.

He had used up all his pellets, but there were plenty of pebbles on the ground which would provide excellent ammunition.

With his head inside the house, Finn was unaware of the younger boy's presence. Having finally given up struggling, and was hanging miserably in his increasingly uncomfortable position, glumly wondering what was going to happen to him.

He had no idea what was about to be heading in the direction of his still tender backside at considerable speeded.

Tobias picked up a smooth coin shaped pebble, loaded it into his sling-shot, took aim, and fired.

The pebble hit Finn at the base of his exposed right butt cheek with such force that his body jerked violently and he yelled out in agony. The pain was so intense that he initially thought he had been shot.

Finn's cry of pain excited his viscous tormentor who rabidly grabbed a second pebble, loaded his sling shot and let fly. He chuckled with glee as the second missile, which landed in the centre of the same right butt cheek, elicited a similar cry of anguish, albeit this one mixed with anger.

Watching the window trapped Finn struggling and kicking helplessly, while swearing angrily, thrilled the malicious Tobias who quickly grabbed a third pebble, loaded it into the sling-shot and fired again. However, in his haste, Tobias's aim was defective, so instead of hitting Finn, it smashed through a pain of glass above him. Finn was showered with broken glass, but luckily he was not cut. 

 At that moment. Ned Bowen the home owner arrived, having been alerted to the commotion, Finn's shouts, and now the sound of breaking glass. He was carrying a pitchfork, with which he had been working in his hay barn.

What the …?” he snarled, outraged by what he saw.

He's a burglar Mr Bowen Sir!” squeaked Tobias “and look.. He's even broken your window!”

Why is he naked?” asked the confused farmer

He must be one of them kinky types from the city!”replied Tobias


I'll teach him!” growled the older man “no pervert is going to break into my house!” he lunged forward and firmly jabbed Finn in the behind with the sharp prongs his pitchfork.

YEEEEOOOW!!” yelled Finn “Stop! Let me explain!”

Get out of the Window!” shouted Ned reaching up and using his superior strength pushed the jammed window upwards and allowing Finn to wriggle free.

Despite the shock, Finn was agile enough to land on his feet. Deciding, based on the tone of Ned Bowen's voice that, rather than attempting to explain it would be wise to put as much distance as he could between himself and the angry home owner as he could, and immediately turned to flee.

However, he was still not quick enough to avoid another pitchfork thrust by Ned, who again succeeded in jabbing Finn's tender bare bottom with the sharp points.

Now determined to avoid any further painful jabs with the fork Finn ran back in the direction of the road as fast as his bare feet could manage.

However, as his feet were now so sore from his long walk he was unable to our run the farmer, who's leather like soles were far more accustomed to bare foot running.

Finn had just reached a wooden stile leading to the bath when Ned caught up with him and grabbed him by the arm. Then, still gripping Finn firmly, Ned sat down on the stile and roughly pulled the younger man down and over his knee.

I'll make sure you can't sit down again for a week, you little thief!” he roared and then set about battering Finn's upturned bare bottom with his huge, hard and leathery hands.

As the sound of the loud smacks ricochet through the trees, accompanied by Finn's increasingly frantic protests, as he kicked and struggled unsuccessfully to free himself.

Given that his bottom had already been repeatedly stung by various plants and creatures, spanked once and shot at with a sling shot, it was already difficult for him to sit down, another spanking was the very last thing he needed. However, that was what he was getting.

Finn had been on Earth for almost 19 years, and today was the worst day of that tenure, surely it couldn't get any worse.


Could it?


To be continued

Friday, 25 December 2020

The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn ( Prologue)


The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn


Finn was in a furious mood as he sped along the open country road on the expensive blue motorbike his doting mother had bought him on his 18th birthday the previous year. It was one of the various luxuries he had become accustomed to while living at home in the city, and one of the few he had ben able to bring with him after being exiled to live with his step-father in what he liked to term “Rubesville”.

His banishment from urban life had been a condition set by the court, as his last chance to avoid a custodial sentence, following various encounters with law and order. It was safe to say this was proving a challenging culture shock for a pampered and spoilt brat like Finn. Not only did he have a low opinion of his Step father, who was nowhere near as generous or tolerant as his wealthy mother, but he lived in a rural backwater with none of the excitement and diversions the city had offered Finn and which had led to his entanglements with the police.

As he turned a corner, he noticed a path leading off the road at the entrance to which was a large sign which stated PRIVATE – No Trespassing. Finn in his short eighteen years had not been accustomed to being denied anything hence the sign had the duel effect of both raising his interest and irritating him.

He was curious as what the secret was at the end of the path and annoyed at being told he could not see it. Characteristically, he chose to ignore the notice, swerved off the road and steered his bike down the bumpy country path. He was stubbornly determined to see the forbidden sight at the end of the path.

After he had travelled less than half a mile the path led him to a forest at the edge of which was a small lake and more signs one instructing him that swimming was forbidden, and another, which was half hidden by foliage, announced “NO TRESPASSING – Violators will be ...” the rest of which was obscured by leaves. However, it was the no swimming sign which interested him more. Being told he could not do something inevitably made him more determined to so it. Hence, after leaving his bike next to a pile of rocks, he quickly stripped off his clothes in order to indulge in the countryside pursuit of skinny dipping.

He ran to the edge of the lake before stripping off his underwear, then, when fully naked he plunged in.

The water was colder than he had expected on such a warm day, but he soon got used to that , and find the cool water pleasantly refreshing. However, it was also very salty, which surprised him, but did not concern him as he had spent his childhood summers playing in the salty water off his grandparent's Florida beach house.

Although, as an occasional athlete, Finn excelled at tennis and field sports, he was also a competent and confident swimmer, and he easily moved through the glassy water until he was in the deeper water towards the centre of the lake.

It was there that he was to discover the cause of the lake's high salt content. Although it was hidden by the trees and a small range of hills, the lake was in fact only a few miles from the edge of the ocean by which it was connected by two tidal rivers one above ground, and the other subterranean.

Only weeks before, a huge ocean storm had washed nany thousands of gallons of sea water into the lake together with various sea creatures, including a small swarm of jellyfish, and it was with these opaque but electrical little creatures that Finn was to make unwelcome contact. The contact was particularly unwelcome for Finn, for it was his bare bottom which one brushed against with a stinging result as a forceful electrical current surged through his exposed skin.

Although Finn would not consider the encounter a lucky one, it was fortunate that these were not Box jellyfish, with stings which can scar and even kill, however, although less deadly, this species was still capable of delivering a potent and painful sting.

Finn gave a loud and angry yell of paim and swam back to edge of the lake, moving through the water as if propelled, he had no idea what had stung him, but whatever it wasm he was anxious to get out of the water and avoid receiving another painful sting.

Once on dry land, he clutched his bottom and jumped from foot to foot gritting his teeth at the pain, before lying down on his front in the grass, drying himself in the sun. The stinging pain in his butt cheek had not improved his mood, and his handsome face was set in a sulky frown.

It was certainly bad luck to encounter a stinging sea creature in an inland lake, but Fin's streak of bad luck had only just begun. Unknown to him, he had chosen to lie down near a bush with a wasp's nest at it's centre and his arrival had disturbed some of the angry buzzing insects.

One wasp, braver than his compatriots flew down to give a closer inspection to the huge and alien white object which had unexpectedly invaded the swarm's space, and finally landed in the lower middle of Finn's right buttock, less than an inch from where the jellyfish had stung him.

Finn had a very sensitive bottom at the pest of times, and that sensitivity was heightened by the recent sting, hence he was instantly conscious that something was crawling on him and automatically flinched. 

Startled by the sudden violent motion, which, from it's perspective, must have seemed like am earthquake, the little wasp did what startled wasps do and it too stung Finn's tender bare bottom, it's venom laden stinger jabbing into our young hero's pink and white skin within centimetres from where the jelly fish had left it's still painful sting.

Finn sprang to his feel with a bellow of agony as unbelievably a second sting laden creature had attacked him on the same spot with the space of ten minutes. How could he be so unlucky?

The thought had hardly left Finn's head, when his bad luck got even worse!

An angry voice behind him boomed “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?, What are you doing?” ….CAN'T YOU READ?”

Finn spun round to be confronted by a large bearded man wearing an untucked plaid shirt and carrying a gun. In other circumstances Finn might have called the man a “Rube” or a “Redneck Hick” but in this instance discretion played the better part of valour and he just stammered “I..I was ...swimming!” he was suddenly uncomfortably aware of his nakedness.

The bearded man, Otis Hollister, had also noticed Finn's nakedness, in fact he had been hiding among the bushes watching Finn for a while and very impressed by what he saw. Despite his sulky expression, Finn was a strikingly handsome guy, with a the well formed athletic body of a healthy young adult and a perfectly adorable little pink bottom, which Otis was itching to give a slap.


Finn did not answer, he just shrugged and quickly Looked around him trying to remember where he had dropped his underpants.

I suppose you didn't see the other sign neither?” sneered Otis striding over to Finn, and, before the latter could react, grabbing hold of his ear “Come and I'll Show you what it says!”

Otis dragged the angrily protesting Finn over to where the lage No Trespassing sign was partially obscured by foliage and, using the end of his rifle pushed the branches aside to reveal the full wording “No Trespassing, Violators will be Spanked

What on..?” yelled a slightly alarmed Finn “That's crazy, you have to be joking!”

In fact the wording had originally not been intended to be taken literally, however, Otis was not ready to let a golden opportunity pass him by.

It means exactly what it says boy!” sneered Otis “If you ignore warning you're going to pay the consequences!”

Let go of me you redneck moron!” snarled Finn struggling to free himself from Otis's grip “You are not doing that to me !!!”

Otis grinned “Oh yes I am boy! It's what you deserve!”

The older man dragged the struggling and protesting younger man along the back to where an old tree stump provided a convenient seat.

Finn, who was no weakling, attempted to break free, but many hours of hard farm work had given Otis the greater strength with strong arms and a firm grip which could easily overpower him.

Otis sat down on the tree stump, sat down and pulled Finn face down across his lap.

Finn could not believe what was happening, in all the eighteen and half years of his spoilt and privileged young life he had never been seriously punished, let alone spanked, and he was outraged at the indignity of of what the bearded rube planned to do to him. “Let me go you … you ...! “ he yelled “This is illegal!”

Ha!” replied Otis “It seems a spanking is well over due!” he grinned “I saw you get stung by that little ol' bee earlier, now where was it that gold ol' boy got you?” he looked down and soon spotted the wasp sting, which had risen like a small shiny red pimple standing out from the snowy white perfection of Finn's adorable bubble butt.

Ah! There he is!” chuckled Otis raising his hand high above his head, before bringing his hard leathery palm down with a hard resounding SMACK! Landing squarely on top of the sting!!

Finn gave a furious roar of pain and anger “AAAOOWW that hurt you f....!!” he yelled, he had briefly forgotten the wasp sting in his anger at his assailant, but it was now firmly back at the centre of his consciousness and would remain there for some time.

It was supposed to!” replied Otis “And this one will to” he delivered a second smack, this time his hand landing on Finn's un-stung but soon to be equally tender left buttock, leaving a large red hand print to match the one already showing on the right cheek.

 With that Otis began to give Finn his first ever, but long deserved, bare bottom spanking. The countryman strong and muscular brown arms rising and falling like a rapid piston, whilst his large leather like palms landed with explosive sounding smack's on Finn's reddening bottom.

It was unlucky for Finn that Compassion was not a strong suit with Otis who took sadistic pleasure in ensuring that at least one out of every four smacks landed directly on the, now seriously smarting, wasp sting.

Unknown to Otis, the smacks were also connecting with the still very sore jellyfish sting, thus adding to young Finn's discomfort.

For Finn's part, he could only swear, curse and issue impotent threats, whilst struggling and kicking his long tanned legs in an unsuccessful effort to free himself.

Otis continued spanking until he was satisfied that Finn's entire bottom was a uniform and glowing shade of red. Finally, he released his grip and allowed Finn to clamber off his knee.

Once back on his feet Finn stood, rubbing his burning butt and glowering at the man who had just inflicted such a humiliating indignity on him “You will pay for that!” he snarled.

Otis laughed contemptuously “I'd like to see you try!” he snorted.

It was then that Finn spotted Otis's rifle, which was leaning against a rock, where it had been let while it's owner was occupied in Spanking.

Before the older man could stop him, he jumped like a puma springing onto it's prey and grabbed the gun, which he quickly aimed at Otis “I told you that you would pay!” he growled triumphantly “And you will!”

Unfortunately for Finn, his triumph would be extremely short lived, clutching the rifle, with his wildly trembling forefinger hovering over to the trigger, be took a step backwards. That step was to be his downfall, as his bare foot connected with the tiny half hidden stump of what had once been a sapling, causing him to trip and fall backwards.

Following the continuing series of misfortunes which had blighted Finn's day, our handsome young hero landed bare bottom first into a patch of stinging nettles, immediately adding a few hundred tingling nettle stings to his already spanked, wasp and Jellyfish stung bottom. Seconds later he was back on his feet, jumping up and down, whimpering and clutching his eyewateringly sore bottom.

Meanwhile, Otis causally picked up the rifle which Finn had dropped as he fell, and now he aimed that at Finn.

That was very naughty!” he said. “It seems you haven't learnt your lesson yet, and need more punishment” a smile flashed across his face “and I know just what you need!”

Otis then lead Finn at gun point back to the path, where the two of them loaded Finn's bike into the back of Otis's battered old truck, before Otis slung Finn's discarded clothes and sneakers in after it.

M ..my clothes!” stammered Finn

You won't be needing those!” chuckled Otis as he jumped into the driver's seat of the truck and slammed the door, “I figure a nice embarrassing walk back to town with your little bare butt on show will be just what you need to cure that bad blood of yours!!” he laughed and added mockingly “There is a fair in town. So there will be plenty of people there to see you!”

Finn tried to glower angrily at his tormentor, but his lips trembled and the horror of his situation sunk in. It was only about five miles to town, which would not be too much of a challenge for a fit young male, even bare foot, but his step-father's house was on the far side of town, there was no way to get there without being seen.

Then he remembered his underpants, at least they would provide him with some dignity, if only he could remember where he dropped them. As if in answer to Finn's thoughts, Otis put his hand in his pocket, and pulled out object “And I wouldn't bother hunting for these!” he said, holding up Finn's underpants as if they were a trophy. “You are going naked pretty boy!”

He then the pants back into his pocket, fired up the ignition and then, without a further glance in Finn's direction, drove the truck back down the country path towards the road, leaving the handsome but stark naked young man staring helplessly after him.

Sore bottomed Finn's unlucky day was not over yet!