Thursday 15 September 2016

The Shamed Peeper

The pain from the wasp stings may have faded into a painful and embarrassing memory, but Darrell Todd's punishment was not over.

Deciding that Darrell needed to be taught a proper lesson. Sam Burgess had taken it upon himself to phone Darrell's father and tell him all about his 19 year old son's attempt to spy into the girl's showers.

Marshall Todd, was deeply shocked, shamed, appalled and infuriated in equal measure to hear what his son had been up to. Punishment was required, and that punishment should be severe and memorable

A devout member of his local church, Marshall had never chastised his children physically, however, after speaking with the new pastor he had undergone a significant change in views "Thou shalt beat him with the rod, and shalt deliver his soul from hell!” he muttered, angrily quoting from Proverbs, as the Pastor had done “For what son is not disciplined by his father?"

The gentle approach had clearly failed with Darrell, and, 19 or not, it was time his son experienced the discipline he had been missing.

Darrell guessed something was wrong when he saw his Dad's face as he picked him up from the bus stop, and drove him home in total silence. However, when he was ordered to bed and told he would be dealt with in the morning, he knew he was in serious trouble.

The next morning Darrell awoke, took a shower and headed downstairs for breakfast, only to find his father waiting for him at the foot of the stairs. Marshall ordered his sun into the study and told him to drop his shorts “You will not need them for a while!” he said before pulling the protesting Darrell over his knee.

I know all about what you did at camp!” shouted the angry man.

Dad! You can't do this to me, I am 19!” cried Darrell

I am going to do a lot worse to you!” Marshall snapped before proceeding to give his unlucky son a long hard OTK spanking.

This was, if anything almost as embarrassing to Darrell as what had happened at Camp, being spanked bare bottom, over his father's knee like some little kid, was totally humiliating for him. To make matters worse, he realised that his Dad had left the study door open, and his younger brother, Tyler, was watching his punishment with a broad, ear to ear, grin on his face.

However, this was only the beginning of Darrell's punishment. His Dad had decided that to reinforce the message, his son should be shamed and humiliated.

He continued spanking his son until his bottom was bright red, and would remain so for some hours, and then pushed him off his knee. He stood up, picked up a jockstrap which was on the table and tossed it to Darrell “Put that on!” he demanded.

Darrell was confused, but did as he was told, he then reached for his shorts.

No!” Snapped Marshall, “You will not need those, leave them there and come with me!”

Darrell reluctantly followed his father as he led him out into the garden. “Dad, people will see me!!” he whispered.

That is the idea!” Marshall replied. “Now I want you to get on that!” he pointed to Darrell's old bike. Darrell immediately noticed that a sign had been taped to the back of the saddle, and, as he approached it, he realised, to his dismay that it carried the statement:

stencilled onto it.

W...hat's that for Dad?” stammered Darrell

You are going to ride round town, so that everyone can see that you have received the punishment you deserve!” replied Mr Todd coldly … “And to make sure nobody misses the fact you will wear this ….”

He picked a large yellow card with the statement:
stencilled onto it. The card was attached to a length of white cord, which Marshall proceed to tie round Darrell's middle, so the card sat squarely on his back.

This is so humiliating!” wailed Darrell painfully aware that his younger brother had followed them into the garden to watch.

Humiliation is exactly what you need!” replied Marshall, “I intend to punish you in a manner you will not forget in a hurry! You will ride your bike all around town six times, so that all of our neighbours can see that you have been punished!”

...but … but!!” spluttered Darrell “That means they will all know that I still get spanked …. I'm 19!!”

That is why you need a more severe punishment …. NOW GET ON THAT BIKE!”

Darrell Reluctantly began to mount the bike, but then noticed that there were three thumb tacks glued to the seat “I can't sit on those!!” he wailed

They are there to ensure that you keep your bottom raised, so that everyone can see it!” replied his father “and see how red and sore it is!”

I won't do it!” protested Darrell

Oh yes you will” replied Marshall ”and I will be following in the truck with your Grandpa's size 14 slipper, and, if I see you trying to hide yourself or take a detour, I will use it on you in the street!!” he waved the large and scary looking slipper in front of Darrell, who was sure it would sting like hell, and had no wish to experience it.

I will then tie you over the hood of the truck and drive you round town that way! So you decide!!”

With a sinking heart, but knowing he had no option, Darrell climbed onto his bike taking care to avoid the sharp points of the thumb tacks glued to the saddle, and pointing unnervingly in the direction of his bare, jockstrap framed, bottom.

Followed by his Dad's truck, Darrell slowly rode his bike down the drive and into the main road. He had never felt so embarrassed and so exposed in his life, it was only fear of what his father might do if he didn't obey which forced him on.

The Todds' house was just over half a mile from town and the road was empty, so the first part of Darrell's ordeal passed unobserved other than by his father and Tyler, who accompanied Marshall Todd in the truck. However, with mounting dread Darrell knew his relative privacy would be short lived, …. and he was right!

On reaching the town, the miserable 19 year old's worst fears came true. The streets were crowded with people, including many of Darrels buddies and previous classmates. In panic he briefly thought of turning round and making his escape, but then he remembered the oversized slipper sitting on the dashboard of his father's truck, and realised there was no escape.

At first nobody took any notice of the boy on the bike, but then one of the football team read the notice on Darrel's back then spotted Darrell's bare and still very red bottom and let out a “Whoop” of glee, alerting others that there was something to see.

Then the shouts, whistles and catcalls began, as passers by stopped to stare point and take photographs of the disgraced Darren, riding his bike down the street, his bare and spanked bottom raised and fully displayed for all to enjoy.

This would continue for the next two hours, as Darrell rode back and forth through the town, knowing that his humiliation would be remembered and laughed about by everyone who saw it, for years to come.

From time to time his legs grew tired and his bottom began lowering towards the saddle, only to spring back up again as the sharp tips of the thumb tacks pricked his skin.

Was this an appropriate punishment for what he had done? who can say, but he certainly never tried peeping into the girls' showers again!!

Thursday 8 September 2016

The Wasp Stung Peeper

 The wasp stung peeper

18 year old Darrell Todd's luck ran out on the day he tried to spy on the girls in the shower hut at Rosy Glow camp, where he was spending the summer. He was just getting into a position where he could see through an open skylight window when the tree branch be was balancing on have way and he fell with a winding thud into a fork.

To his horror he realised he trapped, and to make matters worse, not only had his shorts, which he had undone, with the intention of jacking off as he watched the girls, fallen down, but his underpants had caught on a branch, pulling his bottom upwards in a painful and embarrassing wedgie.

His snowy white butt cheeks and part of his little tight pink anus, we fully exposed, and due to his position between the branches, he was unable to reach back and either free his snagged pants, or cover himself in any way.

He struggled to free himself but to no avail and in fact just managed to wedge himself even more tightly between the branches.

As he was frantically trying to think what to do, he became aware of a loud buzzing noise behind him. He looked back over his shoulder, and between the branches which were holding him like a vice, gasped in horror at what he saw.

Just inches from his uplifted and very bare bottom was a large wasps' nest, with a number of it's buzzing inhabitants either crawling on the nest, or flying around it. From the angry sounds they were making, it was clear that they had been disturbed by his fall, and were not pleased.

Darrell froze, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, anxious not to further attract the wasp's attention to his exposed and vulnerable bottom. However, wasps, with a nest to protect, are naturally inquisitive creatures and some were already buzzing perilously close to his naked and, despite his efforts to prevent it, quivering cheeks. With sickening fear, he realised that his predicament was far worse than he had imagined.

He thought of shouting for help, but fear of disturbing the wasps, plus his masculine pride, made almost as afraid of the girls coming and seeing him in this humiliating state

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Darrell had been in this uncomfortable, humiliating and very dangerous position for about 20 minutes, with wasps flying closer and closer to his exposed derrière when he heard the sound of someone approaching, and two of the camp handymen, Bart and Sam, came walking down the path both dressed in full beekeeping outfits. The two men stopped in amazement at the sight of young Darrell Todd pantless and trapped between the branches of the tree, with his bare, wedgie elevated, backside right next to the hornet's nest..

Guys, help me, my foot slipped, and I'm trapped!” whispered Darrell, holding his finger to his lips, as he was still anxious not to disturb the wasps

Why were you doing up the tree?” asked Bart Wickett

Right by the window to the girl's showers” added Sam Burgess, knowingly raising an eyebrow

With your pants, round your knees?” interjected Bart, the younger of the two, with a grin

I … er ..I...!” stammered Darrell

You were peeing, weren't you?” Snarled Sam “Looks like you are about to get just what you deserve!”

No .. I … er ….please get me down....!

Hey Sam I know we were supposed to remove those wasps” grinned Bart turning to his mate “but it sure seems a shame to disturb them when they have such a peachy target to play with!!”

Too right!” laughed Sam Burgess in agreement “Leave em' be a while! … but lets wake them up a bit first” he picked up the garden fork which the men had planned to use to dislodge the wasps' nest, and instead began hitting the side of the nest, causing a swarm of angry buzzing wasps to come flying out, looking for something to attack.

NO PLEASE!! … Guys don't do this ...GET ME DOWN!!” Yelled Darrell in terror

But the words has barely left his lips when the first fire laden stinger jabbed hard into the centre of his right butt cheek.

AAAAAGHH!! OWWW!” screamed Darrell as the agonizing pain shot like a well aimed bullet into the flesh of his athletic but still tender behind. The first wasp was quickly followed by a compatriot, equally intent on attacking the perceived enemy with its fiery stinger. The handsome still pale object, right in front of their nest, presented to them as a perfect target on which to vent their fury.

Then a third and fourth wasp launched their tormenting attacks on the unlucky Darrell's posterior, the one jabbing the centre of the right butt cheek, whilst the second simultaneously jabbed its tiny but venom laden stinger into the sensitive skin at the very base of the young jock's right but cheek.

OOWWW! ….. OUCH!! ….AAAAOWWW!” screamed Darrell jerking forward as if kicked my a mule. Unfortunately this just resulted in forcing the unlucky lad further over the branch while the snagged pants lifted his bottom higher, further spreading his cheeks and presenting an even more exposed and welcoming target to the oncoming wasps.

The two men let out loud guffaws of delighted laughter at the sight before them, neither man was naturally cruel, but it appealed to their sense of justice to see the handsome young man paying such a painful penalty for his actions.

Bart Leaned towards his workmate “Don't you think he has had enough now?” he said, he will be sore for days.

Not yet” replied Sam “My daughter would have been in that shower, let a few more of the little bastards sting his ass first!” with that he delivered a further WHACK to the fragile nest with the fork

OWWW!.... OUCH!” yelled Darrell, as another two of the “little bastards” did just what Sam Burgess has hoped they would, stung his now well stung bottom.

Despite the already stinging pain peppering his behind, the terrified young jock, then sensed a wasp landing on him and crawling over his bottom. With a growing sense of dread, he realised that the tiny, but ferocious creature was heading towards the crack between his butt cheeks, where as the sensation of cool fresh air told him, his anus was now fully exposed.

Get off me, you little …..!!” Darrell whispered frantically, attempting to shake off the insect, but the wasp relentlessly continued it's advance, up to the smooth still unstung slope between the cheeks then, like an explorer surveying new terrain, it continued down the valley towards the puckering pink oval at its base. Within moments the tiny feet were now tickling the tense but sensitive petal like skin at the lip of Darrell's tight, virgin portal.

Sensing what was about to happen, Darrell shuddered involuntarily, a reflex which was to have painful consequences. The movement, though slight to a human, was not unlike an earth tremor to the startled wasp, which instantly jabbed it's stinger into the trembling pink flesh, and released a full does of its searing venom deep into the rim of Darrel's most sensitive spot..

No pain which the young, would be, peeper had experienced in his 18 years of life had hurt as much as much as been stung on the asshole by a wasp!

It is such a shock to the system that his body jerks forward, freeing himself from the branches, tearing his underpants off and sending him hurtling out of the tree.

Bart and Sam jumped forward and caught the falling youth, before he hits the ground, where he would have most probably broken some bones.

Darrell struggles to his feet, he was now naked from the waist down, as his shorts had come off as he fell. Then, instead of thanking the guys for saving him, he yelled at them “You fucking jerks!!, its because of you those fucking wasps stung my fucking ass!! ….. And it fucking hurts!!”

Not as much as it is about to hurt!” snapped Sam, seizing Darrell's ear between his thumb and forefinger.

Followed by Bart, Sam dragged the protesting young jock towards a tree stump. He sat down and pulled Darrell across his lap

What are you doing? Let me go you creep!” protested the now very worried jock.

No way kid!” smiled Sam, “You are going to get the spanking that dirty little peepers like you deserve!


So you have!” laughed Sam “right there!” WHACK!! “and there!” WHACK!!”

With that Sam began spanking Darrell, making sure that as often as he could the palm of his hard rubber glove covered hand lander right on the raised angry red spot where the wasps had left their mark, as Darrell struggled an hollerred in agony!

My turn next!” laughed Bart

Wait your turn Buddy” replied Sam “I am having far too much fun!!”

The resounding SMACKS!, each accompanied by an increasingly more shrill cry of pain echoed around the camp, causing campers and staff to hurry over to see what was causing the commotion.

Poor Darrell, he was paying a painful penalty for trying to spy on the girls. He would not be able to sit down for days, or show his face for a lot longer.

That was the day that Darrell Todd's luck really ran out!

Crosby's shots

After receiving a painful injection in each bottom cheek, unlucky Crosby gets spanked, caned and then spanked again!

Scenes from “Tales from the Headmaster's study 11 – Wheals of Misfortune


Saturday 3 September 2016

Sore Bottomed Guys – The Relaunch

Sore Bottomed Guys – The Relaunch

Hi I plan to recommence posting to this blog in the near future,

I stopped at the end of last year, partly for personal reasons, but also as there seemed to be insufficient interest to justify the amount of work involved.

However, over the last few months I have received a number of e-mails asking he to start again, and assuring me that there are a lot of people who do enjoy seeing fantasy pictures of handsome, and unlucky straight guys with very sore bottoms. So I have decided to start again.

I have a number of projects I as working on these include a new “Sting of the Jungle”, in which the very deserving Boy continues to feel that sting in his cute 18 year old bottom, and a couple of equally deserving and unlucky, US based guys, who will not spend much time sitting down.

I also plan to turn my hand to writing illustrated fiction involving sore bottomed guys, but more of that in due course.

In addition, as in the past, there will be individual images, and short picture stories. In this respect all suggestions are welcome, these should be fantasy suggestions which do not feature blood, death or permanent injury, although any of the "Sore butt themes" in the right hand colum, or similar things which you think up, would be fine. I can't promise I will illustrate all suggestions, but we all enjoy reading visitor's ideas.

In future, I will post a weekly discussion post where visitors can leave comments, fantasies and suggestions, and, of course, you can always leave comments beneath individual postings.

So, let's kick things off with this one!!

What would you like to see happen to this unlucky lad? (apart from what has already happened to him) Let your imaginations run wild and leave any suggestions you have in the comments section below this posting. 

Alternatively, you can email your comments and suggestions, about this lad, or another unlucky guy to 


Friday 2 September 2016

New US Swimming team Swimsuits (With Ryan Lochte in Mind)

Inspired by the latest Dudes Spankin' Dudes podcast and also by Mark's recent artwork, on JockSpank I thought you might enjoy my suggestion for the new US Swimming team swimsuits

Please feel free to repost or tweet if you wish

You know it makes sense!

Spank Ryan Lochte