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.
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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?
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To
be continued
