The JockPunishers 2 - Dino Gets the Point

The JockPunishers 2: Dino gets the point(s)

Dino was the College drug pusher. If asked, he would claim he was only selling harmless “legal highs” but, his nasty habit of mixing the narcotics he sold with cheap substances, to enable him to sell more, was very dangerous. This practice had recently had near fatal consequences on two College Sofomores, who has become very ill after taking some of Dino's little blue pills.

It was not long before the JockPunishers decided it was time that Dino experienced some of his own medicine, and perhaps they meant that literally. At least, that is what they would want Dino to think. 

A careful, martial arts style blow to the back of the head rendered Dino unconscious, and he woke up in the college infirmary tired to an examination table, with his bare bottom raised.

The JockPunishers told Dino that they intended to test his, so called, “legal highs” out on him, to see quite how harmless they really were, and they would use a special supply of extra large medical syringes to do just that!

Of course, in reality, they would only give him doses of mild vitamin solutions, but the terrified Dino did not know that.

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WARNING: his story features pictures of injections

The Sting of the Jungle - Boy's Return

 The Sting of the Jungle -Boy's Return

The airplane was into it's thirteenth hour of the flight across the Atlantic, and Boy was now unbearably bored. True to form, he had also made himself extraordinarily unpopular with the flight crew and his fellow passengers with is arrogant and rude bad behaviour and constant demands.

It had reached the point where most of the other passengers had moved to seats as far away from this handsome, practically naked but chronically unpleasant young man.

Eventually, when Boy could not bare the boredom any longer he called out to the flight attendant “How much longer is this Goddam flight?!” he demanded.

The flight attendant looked at Boy with hardly disguised dislike “We land in Kinshasa in an hour … S ..” she gritted her teeth “Sir!”

“No you stupid moron!” snapped Boy “What time to we land at the Jungle airport?”

“This flight does not land at The Jungle airport” she replied “We fly over the jungle, direct to Kinshasa”

“WHAT!!” shouted Boy “I need to get off at the Jungle airport!!”

“We can not land at the jungle” replied the attendant “this plane is too large for the jungle runway!” she frowned with exasperation, this was the most infuriating passenger she had ever encountered “It is quite clear on your ticket that this is a non-stop flight, you will need to get a connecting flight back to the jungle!”

Of course, Boy had spent all the money he had managed with him when he escaped from the city, and could not afford a second flight. With characteristic truculance he decided to try and bully the flight crew into landing at the jungle stop.”I demand to see the pilot!” he shouted “I need to get off this plane in the jungle!!”

“You can't see the pilot!” sighed the attendant “He's busy … you know … flying the plane!”

“Take me to him!” snapped boy, leaping from his seat and turning towards the cockpit.

Realising that Boy seemed serious, the flight attendant called over two male flight attendants to assist her “This …..... passenger failed to read his ticket correctly, and is demanding we drop him off in the jungle!” she said.

The two male attendants had been observing Boy's rude and obnoxious behaviour, ever since he started acting up after about an hour into the flight, and new he was going to be difficult. However, at first they began patiently trying to reason with him.

Sitting in am aisle seat in the next row to Boy Herman Kettering had watched the scene unfolding. As a gay man, despite Boy's outrageous behaviour, he could not fail to be struck by how hot physically the young blonde hunk was. This was especially obvious given Boy's limited attire of only a jockstrap and a pair or white socks.

Herman was also a keen collector of male spanking videos and a fan of the JockSpank blog, so when Boy stood up his eye was immediately drawn to the lad's perfectly formed bare white bottom, framed with the straps of his jockstrap, and he began to imagine all the different forms of discipline he would just love to inflict of that tempting object.

It was the ongoing curse of Boy's life, that so many people instinctively wanted to spank him.

Meanwhile the two flight attendants were also both becoming drawn to the prospect of an act of violence against Boy. Even for two men so well used to dealing with difficult customers it was not long before they were both totally exasperated with this semi-naked but highly self opinionated youth.

Finally, their exasperation turned to anger, when Boy actually attempted to storm the cockpit demanding to speak to the pilot. The men grabbed hold of him and began to drag him towards the back of the plane. It was only then, too late that Boy began to understand that just maybe he had again gone too far.

“Okay fella'” snarled one of the men “You want to land in the jungle? Well, we can arrange that!!” he was so angry that, whilst his colleague held onto Boy, he literally ripped one of the attendant seats from the wall, leaving the back portion of the seat still screwed to the wall. The men then tied Boy to the seat in a sitting position, with his, jockstrap framed, bare bottom sticking out of the gap at the back where it had been pulled from the wall.

As Boy struggled against the ropes attaching his wrists and thighs to the seat, the men began attachomh a parachute to the chair arms. “What the fuck ate you doing?!!!” yelled Boy.

The men did not answer, but the look of thunderous fury on their faces told him, that, whatever it was they were doing, he was not going to like it!!

One of the men proceeded to turn a handle which opened a hatch door in the side of the aircraft and all three of them were hit by a powerful gust of air.

“You can't be serious!!” stammered Boy, as he suddenly realised what was being planned, but the men were deadly serious. If Boy wanted to land in the jungle, they were only too happy to accommodate that wish, however, the plane would not be landing there with him.

With a powerful kick, delivered to the centre of Boy's bottom, they sent him, attached firmly to the chair frame, flying out of the side of the plane into the open sky outside. 

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The Sting of the Jungle - Boy's Return

Count SPANKula

Spreading terror through the land, no handsome rosy cheeked and misbehaving son of the gentry was safe from the terrible fiend. With fearsome paddle in hand Count Spankula would appear in the dead of night and spank the young rakes until they could not sit down this side of Thanksgiving!!

Happy Halloween to all Readers

With acknowledgement to “Count Smackula” by Jonathan

 

 

 

A Doctor Calls

I am re-posting this here because the story features a well spanked boy getting an inhection in his spanked bottom

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A Doctor Calls

Story and pictures:

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Busy on his rounds the last thing the local doctor needs is for his valuable time to be wasted by naughty boys who want to take advantage of his good nature.

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His first visit is to see James (Jirka Mendez) His mother called to say her son seems to be very under the weather and has not gone to College as usual. Actually James in not feeling bad at all and is shirking.

During the doctors visit James unfortunately gets tempted and tries to steal some money from his wallet. Of course he gets caught .

This boy is going to have to be dealt with! Some stronger medicine is needed. 

Perhaps a good spanking on his bare bottom with be therapeutic.

James’s bottom may be a rosy red, but it could be redder, and it will be before the Doctor has finished his treatment

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A few hard swats with the Doc’s ferule might just cure his kleptomania,

Certainly a vitamin shot after, straight in to that red punished bottom should restore his vitality, if nothing else!

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James will not be sitting very comfortably in college for some time! Perhaps that will cure him!! 

The Sting of The City - FULL VERSION (Episodes 1 to 3)

The Sting of The City

Continuing the "Sting of the Jungle" series

This was previously posted in three instalments

It had been a long flight across the Atlantic, during which Boy had not made himself popular with the flight crew as he bounded around inside of the aircraft, hanging from, the luggage lockers, constantly demanding food, which he insisted on eating with his fingers, and occasionally trying to peer up the female flight attendants' skirts.

However, to the intense excitement of Boy, and the relief of his fellow passengers the plane finally landed at John F Kennedy airport in New York.

Boy had surprisingly little difficulty getting through customs and immigration control. This was possibly due to the fact that his loincloth was so short he was self evidently not smuggling anything, and, by coincidence the staff on duty were either females or gay males, all of whom were enchanted by his golden haired good looks and had not had the opportunity to experience his less attractive character traits.

Boy had convincingly claimed that he was visiting relatives in New York and would be returning to the jungle in a few weeks, and, although he had no idea where his US relatives lived and had no intention of ever returning to Africa, he had been believed and let through.

Therefore, it was not long before he was walking into the arrivals lounge, excitedly anticipating starting his new life in America, free of all the jungle creatures, which all seemed intent on stinging his bottom. Thrilled by his liberation, Boy at first failed to notice the interest his near naked appearance was causing to those around him. Dressed in nothing more than a skimpy loincloth, Boy certainly stood out from the crowd.

However, although some may have been shocked by his lack of clothing, for the majority of observers his toned and athletic young body was an unexpected site which engendered more feelings of admiration and lust than disapproval.

Having no US dollars to pay for a taxi, Boy had a long bare foot walk before he eventually arrived in the city, and it was only then that he began to notice the attention his appearance was causing. As he walked down the street he suddenly realised that people were stopping to stare at him, which made him feel uncomfortable and very exposed by comparison with everyone else. 

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The Sting of the City (Part 3)

The Sting of the City (Part 3)

(More of the Sting of the Jungle series)

Breaking into Marc and Kam's apartment was easy for Boy, because of his long practised climbing skills he was able to reach an open window, which would have challenged the most nimble cat burglar. However, he did not have the common sense, or cunning, to match his ability to climb, so it did not occur to him that there might be items on the window sill, which would clatter noisily if knocked over, or that the two men might have been expecting him.

The Sting of the City (Part 2)

Continuing the Sting of the Jungle Series

It was early Friday evening and most of the staff at the brokerage firm where Boy now worked had left for the weekend. Usually Boy would have been one of the first out the door, keen to spend his wages, rent money, and undisclosed additional income in the clubs and bars of the Upper West Side, enjoying the company of the scantily clad girls and women who always crowed around him due to his good looks and lavish spending habits.

The Sting Of The City (Part 1)

The Sting of The City

Continuing the “Sting of the Jungle” series

It had been a long flight across the Atlantic, during which Boy had not made himself popular with the flight crew as he bounded around inside of the aircraft, hanging from, the luggage lockers, constantly demanding food, which he insisted on eating with his fingers, and occasionally trying to peer up the female flight attendants' skirts.

However, to the intense excitement of Boy, and the relief of his fellow passengers the plane finally landed at John F Kennedy airport in New York.

An Unlucky Skinny Dipper

Randall should have looked before sitting down on that rock, but who Knew hedgehogs sunbathed?!! 

Randall's luck got even worse, as he was jumping up and down clutching his sore, hedgehog pricked bottom, Officer Dickman came past and saw that he had broken park rules by swimming nude in the pond.

Within moments Randall was over the policeman's knee receiving a hard bare bottom paddling. To make matters worse two players from the baseball team arrived to watch.

 

The JockPunishers - Episode 1 "Logan and the Chilli Crushers"

The JockBusters - Episode 1

Logan and the Chilli Crushers

Adam Murphy, Darren Galloway and Todd Singer, had first met at their local gym after many years during which all three, being shy and studious boys, with limited skills on the sports field, had been the victims of bullying and hazing by handsome, athletic jocks who had made their lives generally miserable.

This pattern had continued when they became young adults, and by pure coincidence, all three had finally concluded that the best way to deal with the ongoing harassment was to toughen up and fight back, it was for this reason that they had joined the gym.

The trio soon became good friends, and it was not long before they began sharing their experiences, and it was then they discovered how much they had in common, both in terms of what had happened to them, and also a shared desire to exact revenge, not only for themselves, but also for other victims of bullies.

Together they decided that it was time for payback, and that the handsome, arrogant, jocks and athletes who believed their superior strength and good looks gave them the automatic right to torment weaker guys would find themselves on the other side of the punishment, and it would be they who would be getting their cute butts kicked, spanked and generally abused.

And thus the Jock Punishers were born.

The first unfortunate jock to encounter justice at the hands of the Jock Punishers was Logan Fairchild. Logan's family had made a fortune importing hot chillies from the Far East, bought for a pittance from poor farmers and sold at ten times cost price in America.

Despite being a talented swimmer, with a great physique, Logan's grades would never have earned him a place at college, had his family money not eased his path.

Although Logan's athletic good looks made him stand out from the crowd, he also stood out by virtue of the sheer unpleasantness of his character. Things in life had always come easy for Logan, however, instead of being grateful, his good luck had made him arrogant and selfish, features which, together with his innate cruel streak made him the ideal subject for the Jockpunishers' brand of justice.

Logan had often bullied smaller, weaker guys, however, he had also developed a nasty habit of hitting his girlfriends. This was getting more violent each time it happened, and his last girlfriend, Mary Jane Danvers, had ended up in hospital after he got drunk and beat her up.

Of course, as usual, Logan's Daddy's money had saved him from the consequences of his actions. An expensive, smooth talking, lawyer had made any charges go away, and the girl's family had been paid off. So, once again, Logan thought he'd got away with it and that he could carry on being top Jock on campus, as if nothing had happened. The Jockpunishers however, had an entirely different plan for him!

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After a late night swim, Logan was in the locker room shower, he thought he was alone, however, he was wrong.

Intent on cleaning his private parts in advance of an anticipated hot date with a new girlfriend later that evening, Logan did not notice that three shadowy figures had entered the room and were quietly creeping towards him.

It was not until they were standing right behind him they he realised someone was there! He spun round to find three men, all dressed in black, grinning menacingly at him. All three held what appeared to be large Paddle ball pats, with the ball and string removed.

“What the fuck do you perverts want?”! He snapped

“Your Ass!” replied one of the men. As he delivered a resounding SMACK to Logan's bare, wet, butt cheek!

“OWW! Fuck You!” shouted Logan, trying hard to hide how nervous the malevolently grinning men made him feel. “Who are you?”

“We are your worst nightmare Logan!” replied one of the grinning men, “We are going to give you what you deserve!” He lifted the paddle he was holding “and that means you will not be sitting down for a while!”

Like most bullies, Logan was a natural coward, strong and aggressive when dealing with a woman or a lone and weaker male, he reacted with increasingly terrified panic when confronted with three strong men.

“Guys... guys, … I don't know what your beef is, but can we talk about this?”

“No chance!” Came the reply, as the men grabbed him and and pulled him, protesting, to the athletic medical training room next to the showers.

They pushed him face down across a training table and tied his hands and feet together, before securing them to the table.

Logan realised there was no point trying to argue with the three men so he tried calling for help “HELP! … HELP ME!!” he yelled.

Moments later, he was silenced when a sock was pushed into his mouth and held there with a white cotton gag.

Struggling against his binds, Logan's eyes widened with nervous bemusement when one of the men took a plastic bag from his pocket and emptied a small collection of chillies onto one of the training benches. Logan recognised them as Thai Demon Chillies, a particularly hot type of chilli pepper, which his family imported from the Far East.

“All will become clear!” grinned one of the men, noticing Logan's bemused expression.

“We are here to punish you Logan” continued another of the black clad men. “I doubt you have ever been really punished in your life, and you have got away with many things, now its payback time!”

“Comeuppance!” added the third man.

“We are going to ensure that you pay for what you did to people like Mary Jane and all the others you have abused and bullied in the past!”

“And we decided to make it a poetically appropriate punishment. We will punish the part of you which most symbolises your character, and we will use the very things which enabled your family to buy you out of trouble! Continued the first man, as he picked up a chillie.

“We are going to demonstrate an inventive new method of crushing chillies!” he laughed “and we are going to use your pretty ass to do it!”

Then, while the other two men held Logan still the first man reached out his hand and parted the cheeks of Logan's smooth white buttocks, exposing the young jock's tight, pink, and, until then, virgin anus. 

 

He inserted the pointed end of the chilli into the tiny, puckered, orifice, which closed tightly around it, so that the other end of the chilli, with the tip of green stem protruded upwards, poking out, like a periscope, from between the snowy white cheeks.

Due to his fear, Logan's muscles tightened, involuntarily gripping the chilli even tighter, so that it became impossible to shake it free, even if the men had let him try. 

 

The first man in black, then held the bat under Logan's face “What d'ya' thinka' our chilli crushers fella'?” he laughed “d'ya' think they'll catch on?” 

 

“NNNMMMMNNNH!” stammered Logan through his gag, as, the realisation of what the men had planned began to dawn on him.

The men then took up position behind Logan, before each in turn raised their paddles in the air and, one by one, brought them down with a WHACK! On the unlucky jock's tender bare behind, as Logan struggled in a vain attempt to avoid the blows.

At first the resilient chilli remained intact, the whacks from the paddles simply forcing it more deeply into Logan's quivering rectum. Then, as the men continue to aim swats at Logan, bit by bit the chilli began to split and break up, leaking juice and fiery seeds onto Logan's exposed and sensitive skin.

Logan had a very low tolerance of any form of discomfort, and as the bruising whacks from the large hard paddles sent shock waves of pain shooting into his buttocks he was convulsed in agony. However, it soon got worse, as the burning chilli juice and even hotter seeds began to have their effect on the most private and delicate region causing a searing burn, not dissimilar from what he imagined having a red hot poker inserted into him might feel like.

As one chilli was destroyed the men replaced it with another from their small supply, until all had been thoroughly crushed into their unfortunate captive's anus.

By the time they had finished Logan was moaning and weeping through his gag, as tears ran down his face. His butt cheeks and ass hole a searing furnace of pain.

The Jockpunishers were satisfied that this arrogant and cruel young jock had been suitably punished for his crimes, but they had not quite finished with him yet.

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The next morning the students arrived at college to a most unusual spectacle, of Logan's final humiliation as he dangled, bare assed from the college flagpole displaying a sign announcing that he beat up girls, and inviting his fellow students to take a swat at him with a conveniently placed paddle beneath him.

Logan's battered butt cheeks remained red for the rest of the day, but it was almost a week before the burning sensation in his little pink rosebud finally faded. Even so, it took much longer than that for the scalding pain to his ego to subside, only to be lit again from time to time, as the memory of his humiliation took it's place in college folk law and returned to remind him.

The Jockpunishers had brought justice to one deserving jock, but their work was not done, there were many more handsome, spoilt and arrogant young jocks in need of punishment, and the three avengers intended to bring it to them.

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If the JockPunishers prove popular they will return now and then as an occasional series

Justice for Joel (Part 4)

Justice For Joel – Continues

Joel's bottom burned like fire. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, the relentless sting wouldn't go away, that, and the total humiliation he had been subjected to, was all he could think about. Not only was he very sore, but he was also very angry, how dare Uncle Miles and his gang of inbred hicks treat him like this? They had stripped him naked, and refused to give him back his clothes, they had spanked him, jabbed him in the butt with pitchforks, and then they had stung him with stinging nettles!

As a result, his naturally sensitive rump felt as if it was being attacked by a thousand fire ants, while simultaneously being jabbed with red hot needles. He was, therefore, not a happy boy.

He was in a seriously unwelcome predicament, for one thing he trapped on a farm, in the middle of the Montana hills, hundreds of miles from girls, from the city and all the things he enjoyed, but he was also at risk of court mandated, bare bottom, spankings, mostly inflicted without warning! He felt as if he was living a nightmare, unable to wake up, and he suspected the dream was about to get even worse.

It may please many readers to hear that young Joel's guess was not be far off the mark!. Joel was one of those young men who deserved a permanently sore bottom, and that was exactly what he was going to get!

As dusk began to fall, Joel discovered to his horror that he would have to sleep with the men in the bunkhouse behind the main ranch house. This did not please him, and he had complained to his Uncle, however, Miles had been adamant, if he was going to work on the ranch, he would have to live life a ranch hand.

When Joel protested that the ranch hands were not bare butt naked, Miles informed him tersely, that he would get his pants returned to him, if and when he had earned them. Until then he would have to stay bare assed.

This sent Joel into an irritated sulk, it was embarrassing being naked, especially when he had such a red bottom. He was also unhappy about sharing with the ranch workers. To start with, he was very nervous in the company of the ranch hands, after what they had done to him earlier, but also, as a city boy, he felt naturally superior to country dwelling farm workers and objected to sharing their sleeping quarters.

The ranch hands quickly sensed that Joel's arrogant attitude was still lurking beneath the surface and resolved to bring him down with a bump, preferably hard on his cute little bare bottom.

Braden turned to Ash and Hadley “Back in my sports bag I have just the thing which will light that little dickhead's butt up like a lightning bug!” he whispered.

“Sounds like fun” chuckled Ash “It's red now, but it could do with being even redder!!”

“It needs a little extra …. heat I think!” smiled Braden

“Hey kid!” he barked in a louder voice, “It's almost chow time, come with us, and we'll show you where you will be bunking down tonight!” he took a firm grip of Joel's arm, while Hadley took hold of the other arm, and, followed by the other men, all grinning broadly, they marched a very reluctant Joel towards the brightly lit bunkhouse.

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Supper or “chow” as the men called it did not appeal to Joel, consisting of pork meatloaf and corn biscuits, it was far too “country style” for his (in his view) more sophisticated city based tastes. Also, he found it very uncomfortable trying to sit on the hard bench by the table. After a few mouthfuls he stood up and walked away from the table, aware of the half dozen pairs of amused eyes which were focused on him.

“That ass of yours still looks mighty sore kid!” said Braden, a kindly note in his voice, as he looked at Joel's still bare and still very red bottom.

“Yes, it fucking is!” snapped Joel “after what you fuckers did to it!” quickly turning his back away from the amused eyes of the other men, whilst simultaneously covering his exposed genitals with his hands.

“I can help it feel better!” smiled Braden, “come here, I'll rub some soothing cream into it!”

“You ain't touching my ass!” replied Joel defensively backing away from the men, only to find his way blocked by the bunk beds.

“Don't be a jackass kid!” laughed Ash he only wants to make your little bottom feel better. Both he and Hadley too hold of Joel and pulled him towards the seated Braden, before forcing the struggling youth to sit on Braden's lap.

Bradon, a large and muscular guy, placed one hand beneath Joel's thighs and, with one swift and easy movement, lifted his legs up into the air, with the result that Joel suddenly found himself in an embarrassing and very exposed position, similar to that of a baby about to have it's diaper changed.

“What the ….?” he yelped “put me the fuck down!!!”

“Don't be so dumb kid!” laughed Braden, “we're just gonna' sooth that poor stinging botty of yours!!”

“Here's the 'soothing cream' Man!” said Hadley picking up a tube from the table where Braden had placed it earlier (winking to the other men as he did so. “Hold him steady while I rub it in!” he squeezed the tube, so that a large dollop of the cream landed in the palm of his hand.

Hadly then raised his hand in the air, before taking a swing at Joel so that the cream covered palm of his hand landed with a loud “SMACK!!” across the left cheek of Joel's uplifted bottom.

“OUCH!” yelled Joel “That fucking hurt … you ….!!”

“Calm down Young'un!” snapped Hadley “We are doing this to make you more comfortable ….. otherwise, your butt will sting all night!” he began rubbing the cream firmly into Joel's butt cheeks.

“Make sure you cover the whole area!” laughed Ash “We want to make sure that his whole butt feels the …. uh … benefit of that …. er gentle soothing ointment!”

Joel tried to pull himself free from Braden's grip, but Braden's muscular arms were honed from years of strenuous labour, and with the assistance of another ranch hand, Jareth Hunter, who held his shoulders, the protesting youth was kept firmly in place.

“You are not doing it right!” cried Ash “here let me show you!” he playfully pushed Hadley to one side and firmly grabbed hold of Joel's butt cheeks, pushing them apart, and exposing Joel's puckering anus to the horror of Joel and the delight of the grinning men.

“It needs to go …. everywhere!” he laughed.

Braden, with the help of Hadley, then rolled Joel onto his side, still perched on Braden's knee, this exposed Joel even more and allowed Ash greater access to his most intimate areas.

Ash, of course, took full advantage of Joel's position, and firmly rubbed the cream into every inch, and crevice, of Joel's cute young butt.

It was then that Joel began to become aware of a new sensation spreading across his nether regions, first a feeling of warmth, then heat followed a hot fiery sensation. Rather than soothing the burning in his bottom, whatever, the men were rubbing into him was increasing his discomfort.

“What the fuck is that stuff??!!!” screamed joel “It's burning me! ….AAAAOOWWW!!”

“Don't be stupid Joel!” laughed, Ash, using his thumbs to smear the cream between the unhappy lad's cheeks “it will take away the burn!”

“It's making it worse!” protested Joel, now in significant discomfort, “it's burning my ass!! …. AAAGGH!! it is really burning me!!”

“Let me look at that tube!” murmured Braden with feigned concern, as, grinning brightly, Hadley handed him the now empty tube, which Braden then studied with a frown, while still holding the now yelling and kicking Joel in place.

“Oh heck Buddy!” groaned Braden “That's the wrong cream, it's not the soothing cream, that's embrocation …. see ...” he held out the tube “Capsaicin cream … it's chilli based …..!!”

“My … oh my!” cooed Ash with pretend sympathy “you should never use that on tender areas ….. it'll sting like Hell fire!!”

“Is your butt a stinging a bit kid?” asked Braden in his best effort at a solicitous tone.

“It fucking is!!” screamed Joel “Get it off me!!!! ...AAAAGGGGHH!!!”

Braden loosened his grip on Joel allowing him to leap to his feet and begin jumping up and down, yelling in anger and pain, as the men stood around watching him, struggling to stop themselves from laughing out loud.

“I guess we better give young Joel a bath!” announced Ash “that should wash off that nasty chilli paste!!”

“Yeah! Come on Kid, we'll give you a nice bath!!” shouted Hadley “that will make you feel better!”

Before Joel could reply, the men took hold of him, and hurried him into the next room, where and old hip bath had conveniently been placed in the middle of the room.

Even more conveniently, numerous pans of water were already heating up on on a large, old fashioned stove in the corner of the room, whilst two kettles were already whistling and beginning to steam.

While Braden and Ash held onto Joel, the other men swiftly filled the hip bath with the water from the heated pans and kettles.

“W.... what are you d..doing?” stammered Joel

“Obviously, we're gonna' give you a bath fella'!” replied Ash “We gotta' wash that nasty chilli off your butt!”

“But that's too hot!!” yelled Joel “NO!! that's too damn hot!!”

“Your so dumb kid!” replied Braden struggling to suppress a laugh “It needs to be hot to get the chilli off!”

Joel, of course, was not dumb enough to believe that, a keen athlete while still at school, he had suffered a number of strains and new that when hot water came into contact with embrocation on tender skin it actually intensifies the stinging sensation. At that point increasing the sensation was the very last thing he wanted!!

“No fucking way!!” he shouted, fear sending his voice a few octaves higher than usual. He attempted to pull away from Braden and Ash, but they just gripped him more tightly.

“It's time for your bath Kid!” growled Ash, “C'mon Buddy, let's help him!”

“NO!! ...NO!! … DON'T!!” shouted Joel, as Ash firmly took hold of him under the arms, while Braden grabbed him by the ankles, easily lifting him off the floor.

“Let me down you dickheads!” shouted the struggling Joel!

“We will do!” replied Ash with a grin “We will let you down … into the bath!”

The two men carried the horrified and protesting Joel across the room until they stood on either side of the steaming hip bath, holding the dangling Joel, bare bottom down over the still close to boiling water.

The men began lowering Joel towards the water, while, in an effort to stop them, Joel grabbed hold of the two wooden handles on either side of the batch, in a desperate attempt to push his body, and especially his, still glowing pink bottom upwards.

For a few seconds, Joel's efforts succeeded in stopping his descent towards the hot water, but not for long.

Ash's placed his arms around Joel's chest and gripped him in a tight bear hug “Sorry fella” he growled menacingly, “but you're going down!” then, he lowered himself to his knees and with a sudden jerk of his muscular arms he forced Joel's body down into the steaming water.

Joel let out a scream of pain as the scalding hot water reacted with the chilli based cream, which had earlier been rubbed into his render skin, increasing the burning sensation by some ten fold.

“Is that nice warm water easing your little sore butt?” chuckled Jareth, who had been observing the scene with increasing amusement.

“It is fucking burning me, you fucking ass hole!!” yelled Joel

“It's your tight little ass hole that's getting roasted kid!” laughed Jareth “And you might get something worse than hot water up there if you are not careful!!”

Convulsed with laughter, Braden and Ash released their grip on Joel, allowing him the opportunity to jump to his feel, still standing in the hip bath, but sending hot water splashing onto the floor, and the jeans clad legs of the ranch hands.

Before Joel could jump out of the bath, and escape the hot water which was still burning his bare feel and lower legs, he again found himself in the firm grip of Ash and Braden, who had now dropped the earlier pretence of kindness.

“I think its time this little city boy got another whuppin'” snarled Braden

“Yup!” replied Jareth “An' I got just the thing!” he picked up a long handled wooden bath brush

“Yeah! Let him have it Buddy!” Turning Joel so that he bare bottom was pointed towards Jareth.

“That sure is a tempting target!” laughed Jareth, reaching out and tapping Joel's behind with the brush, before giving it a resounding “WHACK!”

Joel struggled and kicked his legs in an attempt to free himself, but the men held him firmly in place as Jareth aimed a further painful WHACK at his now quite tortured bottom!

“AAAAHHHOOO!” he yelled, as the impact of the hard wood on his sensitive skin sent shockwaves into his flesh.

Joel's bottom was now stinging as if it was under attack from a swarm of angry yellow jacket wasps.

Outside the bunkhouse, Miles peered through a crack in the curtain, a rye smile on his face. He was pleased to see that the men were giving Joel a taste of what the next few months had in store for him. He knew the men could be rough, and he would step in if they went too far. Joel's bottom needed to be kept sore, but not permanently damaged. However, for the time being, Joel was getting exactly what he deserved.

Back inside the men had, to some degree, taken pity on Joel and and dispensed with the bath brush after a mere 10 Whacks. Instead Braden and another of the men, Ivan Cooper, placed Joel across their knees and began what might be called a synchronised spanking. Each man taking turns in smacking Joel's wide spread butt, as he yelled and cussed at them, but was unable to do anything to stop them.

As long as Joel was living on the farm him cute 18 year old butt was theirs to do as they liked with it, and the men were resolved to keep it glowing pink, tender and well spanked at all times.

Two hours later, and the men were preparing for bed. “Hey guys” said Hadley “where is the kid gonna sleep?, there isn't a spare bunk for him!”

“We'll sort one out for him tomorrow, until then he'll have to sleep on the porch!” replied Braden, with a wink

For a brief moment Joel's mind buzzed with thoughts of escape, if he was on the porch, he could wait until the guys were asleep, then steal a truck, and get away from this God forsaken place.

However his hopes of freedom were short lived, as soon as they had escorted him to the porch outside the bunk house, the men tied his hands and feet with a long piece of rope, before throwing the other end over a beam in the porch ceiling.

“What are you doing?” stammered Joel

“We need to make sure the coyotes don't get you boy!” replied Ash, as the men began pulling on the rope, causing Joel to loose his balance and fall, landing on his just punished bottom.

The men kept pulling on the ropes, hoisting Joel up into the air until he was hanging from the beam, by his tied wrists and ankles, with his dangling bare bottom almost brushing against a strange looking metal apparatus, which looked like a neon light.

“You can't leave me like this!!” shouted Joel “Not all night!!”

“Don't worry kid!” laughed Ash, “we'll make sure the bugs don't bit you!!” he turned a switch and the object next to Joel's bottom, began to hum and flicker to life, giving off a bright blue light.

Joel's body jerked with surprise causing him to sway slightly, with the result that his dangling bare bottom touched the thin metal grid surrounding the blue light.

“ZZZAAAPPP!!” a small but painful electric shock, stabbed into his exposed butt cheek, accompanied by a small flash of blue light “Yeeowwch!! yelled Joel, his body jerking again, causing him to sway at the end of the rope, first away from the grid, but then, that very momentum caused him to swing back into contact with the grid resulting in another “ZZAAPP!” and a flash of blue light as a small but stinging electrical current shot into his flesh, this time mere millimetres from his exposed and rosebud like anus, causing him to let out another scream

“What the fuck is that thing?” he yelled

“It kills them 'skeeters Boy” replied Hadley “We get a lotta' darn 'skeeters round here!”

“But don't worry Kid” added Ash “the mozzies won't bite you, not with you hanging right next to the 'Skeeter killer and all!”

“Yeah!” continued Hadley “Any 'skeeter that tries to bite your lil' bare tail will get hit by an electric charge and 'zapo', it'll be 'skeeter history!”

“But be careful not to touch it!” laughed Braden “or you will get a nasty shock!”

Joel did not need telling about the electrical shocks, having just received two painful jabbing shocks in what was currently the most tender and sensitive part of his anatomy from what he now realised was a rather ancient electrical insect killer. An electric insect killer on one's porch is a very useful device in the backwoods of Montana for some parts of the year, but it is not something anyone would want to be hanging next to when bare ass naked, as Joel was.

He decided to try and reason with the men. “Hey guys, this is not funny! Let me down now!” he tried to look down at them, but that just made the rope sway, causing his behind to touch the electrified grating “ZZZAAAPPP!” .. “AAAOWCHH!”

“Sorry kid!” replied Braden “we'll make up a bunk for you tomorrow, but tonight you will have to stay up there!!”

“Goodnight fella'” laughed Hadley “Sleep well!”

To Joel's horror the men then sauntered back into the bunkhouse, leaving him dangling from the roof of the porch, his bottom a hairs breadth from the electric insect killer.

Poor Joel had a long and painful night ahead of him, not only was it very uncomfortable hanging from a rope by his hands and feet, but also, much as he tried to stay perfectly still, this was not possible when one is dangling from a rope, and even the smallest of movements caused the rope to swing sending his bare bottom into contact with the electrified grill surrounding the blue light and jabbing yet another painful electric shock into his already well punished bottom.

The electric shocks may not have been strong enough to cause any serious or lasting burns, but they were still extremely painful especially on such tender skin as that on Joel's bottom.

The long Montana night was punctuated with the zapping sound of electricity on skin, followed by a yell of pain from Joel.

Joel's luck really had really run out, and who knew what life had in store for him next. Whatever it was, it was sure to a pain in the ass!

We may return to the ranch later in the year to see how Joel's summer of spanking progresses.