tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78712228542083492122024-03-12T22:17:09.349-07:00Sore Bottomed GuysThis blog is for pictures and stories featuring hunky young guys (18+) with sore bottoms. It is inspired by the cartoons and knock about slapstick comedy movies where a character falls on his butt, or sits down on something hot or pointy, which leaves him with a pain in the ass.
Note to Blogger: If you have received a complaint about this blog – Please see the featured post Ugly Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103382642516791263noreply@blogger.comBlogger226125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-25182712679143637832023-06-25T09:47:00.000-07:002023-06-25T09:47:15.904-07:00Return of The Sting of the Jungle – Jungle Boy Gets the Point<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXdLqepx-hHWZdfhTQShcvJTTEQ2fFA8rrqyu295GOUpo3TiuUZJECwOS2QKMRWk_tgSHKWWkWU7pJ4FCfJa327MCwUZuEaN0sTC5Fqh6YcTxI1mgu9BqmEyMqwiWlHkBE4iU82IJZH-Tyr1qJYLVXb59iOhVXHXtBI-UkB65ICiaccFewBB7bEN-r-s/s1350/Sore_Bottomed_boy009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="986" data-original-width="1350" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXdLqepx-hHWZdfhTQShcvJTTEQ2fFA8rrqyu295GOUpo3TiuUZJECwOS2QKMRWk_tgSHKWWkWU7pJ4FCfJa327MCwUZuEaN0sTC5Fqh6YcTxI1mgu9BqmEyMqwiWlHkBE4iU82IJZH-Tyr1qJYLVXb59iOhVXHXtBI-UkB65ICiaccFewBB7bEN-r-s/w640-h468/Sore_Bottomed_boy009.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<p></p><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Return
of The Sting of the Jungle – Jungle Boy Gets the Point</b></span></span></p>
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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read
the latest instalment at the new Sore Bottom Guys Site, by <b><a href="https://sorebottomguys.com/2023/06/return-of-the-sting-of-the-jungle-jungle-boy-gets-the-point.html" target="_blank">CLICKING HERE </a></b></span></span>
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<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-30337211433088116182022-11-24T12:47:00.000-08:002022-11-24T12:47:05.772-08:00Back Soon<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I am sorry I have been inactive for so long. This has been
partially due to the issues I had with the Blogger site, but mainly the
result of a serious injury to my arm, which had a major impact on my
creative ability.</span></span>
</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">However, I am now largely recovered, and have started work on two new
series one featuring "Sore Bottom Finn" and the other being a further
instalment of “The Humiliation of Redman Dane”, which will appear at the new <a href="https://sorebottomguys.com/wp-admin/"><b>Sore Bottom Guys</b></a> site in due course.</span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-14246738962035460902022-09-25T09:09:00.006-07:002022-09-25T09:14:03.218-07:00A Sore Bottom For Travis <div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxxpqqXsJBjNFKax4dD8RLDWfXgsbgmLPOkWQD4_YChe1eZZ8yc-A2axbEDxTBADoLVx1CfPIV6DOKeYx5xQQjIxyKLIWCDVtxcd-WKyOZKfdpIy8o5CMP75vJzK5rRIN9TJkCWMFX1WNg7mGSMEFqsKKpDkD9xV81Hfqmeezvgk1m9wS3d5z0foO-/s750/Blog_header3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="750" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxxpqqXsJBjNFKax4dD8RLDWfXgsbgmLPOkWQD4_YChe1eZZ8yc-A2axbEDxTBADoLVx1CfPIV6DOKeYx5xQQjIxyKLIWCDVtxcd-WKyOZKfdpIy8o5CMP75vJzK5rRIN9TJkCWMFX1WNg7mGSMEFqsKKpDkD9xV81Hfqmeezvgk1m9wS3d5z0foO-/w640-h398/Blog_header3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://sorebottomguys.com/2022/09/a-sore-bottom-for-travis.html"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>AT THE NEW SORE BOTTOM GUYS SITE</b></span></span></a></p>
</div><br /><div> <span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><b>A
Sore Bottom For Travis</b> was first published on another site in
2011. It was written by the inimitable Strict Top and illustrated by
me. It features a handsome but rather obnoxious young punk (18+)
who suffers a painful, but well deserved and humiliating Comeuppance.
</span>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">I
have republished a Sore Bottom For Travis at the new Sore Bottom Guys
site and can be viewed by <a href="https://sorebottomguys.com/" target="_blank"><b>CLICKING HERE </b></a> I hope you will enjoy
it.</span></p>
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<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">(Please
excuse the standard of the artwork, it was created 11 years ago.)</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-21553527525067076592022-09-25T08:50:00.002-07:002022-09-25T08:54:31.181-07:00The Future of Sore Bottomed Guys<p>
</p><p align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
long term readers will be aware, this site has been under attack from
time to time, and has been repeatedly reported to Google, which owns
Blogger. This situation became stressful and unpleasant, and was one
of the reasons I was slow to return to creating images, following my
injury earlier this year.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
had assumed that, as the site has been on hiatus, the problem had
gone away. However, this week I was contacted by Google, who
informed me they had deleted some content which they considered
“possibly illegal”, and that if I continue to post content of
which they disapprove, my entire account would be deleted.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
is standard practice for Google they did not tell me what content had
been deleted, or what their concern was. They also did not allow me the
right of appeal, or any means by which I could contact them,
question their decision or even gain clarification. (They, of course, are
Masters of the Universe, and we mere peasants may not object to their
actions.)</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">However,
upon investigation, it turns out they have deleted all the pictures
from Part 11 of the Shaman's Revenge, where I briefly introduced the
character Bobby O'Rouke (who got stung on the bottom by a wasp) </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bobby
O'Rouke's age is not mentioned in the text, but as he is relatively
young looking, I can only assume they imagined he might be under-age.
This was never my intention, and, as the blog description clearly
states, the stories feature <span style="font-size: large;"><b>hunky young guys 18+</b></span>.
However, the Google operative who deleted my artwork clearly did not
bother to read that.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">In
view of what has happened, I clearly can no longer risk posting my
work to any site or forum controlled by Google, or where I can be
threatened with being reported to Google.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Therefore,
all future Sore Bottom Guys updates will be posted to my other site at: <br /></span></span></p>
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</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://sorebottomguys.com/">https://sorebottomguys.com/</a></b></span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
hope you will follow me there. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">(I
am aware there are some issues with the text formatting of some of
the older stories when they were copied across to the new site,
however I will work to resolve that shortly) </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">STAND
BY FOR FURTHER UPDATES SHORTLY</span></span></p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-83480653701808356622022-09-22T11:14:00.000-07:002022-09-22T11:14:27.729-07:00NOTE: TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN <p>
</p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ff3333;">Please
note</span> that all fictional characters portrayed in the
illustrations featured on this blog are adults who are 18 or over the age of 18.</b></span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The
subject matter on this blog, which has been scrupulously retained
behind an ADULT CONTENT warning, is computer generated<span style="color: red;"> adult</span> fantasy,
featuring interaction between adults.</b></span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>At
no time has any minor's image appeared on this site, neither has there ever been any character portrayed as a minor in a sexual interaction</b></span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>ANY
CLAIM TO THE CONTRARY IS WHOLLY AND ENTIRELY FALSE</b></span></span></p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-5203749148541980432022-03-06T09:04:00.004-08:002022-03-06T09:04:46.908-08:00<p style="text-align: center;">
</p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The
Shaman’s Revenge Part 18 (Part 1) </b></span></span>
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
was confused, why was there a crane truck parked in the front yard?,
and why did the Ranger want to strap him into a very suspicious
object?</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Why
do you want to put that on me?” he moaned, backing away from the
Ranger who was holding out a dark blue leather garment “it’s
weird”</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We
need to check that it works properly” came the reply “we will be
having an escapology booth at the fair! Put it on and see if you can
figure out how to get it off …if you can get out of it anyone can!”
he laughed</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s
a real dumb idea!” replied an increasingly dubious Jordan “I
don’t want to!”</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Stop
wasting time let me put this on you” snapped the Ranger “It won’t
hurt you!”</span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_JW4W_xpb4cgU8FCAZIJAK2OspCQ9xWjZj4sMmttRELJpMAvT1N7QJ9JAaA8sY3gxo8TAr6VAYXhR96c5ERtgnxTgN946pS8w8OR-WDXEaB5drjwgl7siURc6tIyFIs_eFzUT24hcQF9AM2bMNFTygvr7Mi3TbdBcA6_bmNYhdR1d1SrFi3jT0S0G=s1300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1300" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_JW4W_xpb4cgU8FCAZIJAK2OspCQ9xWjZj4sMmttRELJpMAvT1N7QJ9JAaA8sY3gxo8TAr6VAYXhR96c5ERtgnxTgN946pS8w8OR-WDXEaB5drjwgl7siURc6tIyFIs_eFzUT24hcQF9AM2bMNFTygvr7Mi3TbdBcA6_bmNYhdR1d1SrFi3jT0S0G=w640-h458" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Jordan,
was not convinced, and felt a sense of dead, he knew the Ranger well
enough not to trust him, but he also knew that any failure to obey
would have painful consequences. So, very reluctantly, he stood still
and allowed the ranger to strap him into the leather straight jacket.</span></span><p></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Great!”
grinned the Ranger “It fits perfectly, … nice and snug … you
won’t fall out of that!”</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">F..fall?”
stammered Jordan “How do you mean!”</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You’ll
see!” replied Ranger Tartarus “and you won’t be needing these!”
he bent down, grabbed the waist band of Jordan’s skimpy red shorts
and pulled them down to his ankles, as Jordan’s hated cousin Harvey
giggled with delight.</span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfwmEx-vAv8ZOLleLd6KJocJjii0mtlwk_A6YedaEDUxuKowQ0l2_lplupYyMhdkDTD_fPRI_v98IJekU5qULZKrt0fF7yQZ3YtqtnhRqVGzNfZ-SPwAjZufd1DXC7OOs4K30ciaBnHVOLZ6kw0A3giLUs6rpUFakOO95QW9XPEY_trhBvsYG3I63v=s1300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1033" data-original-width="1300" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfwmEx-vAv8ZOLleLd6KJocJjii0mtlwk_A6YedaEDUxuKowQ0l2_lplupYyMhdkDTD_fPRI_v98IJekU5qULZKrt0fF7yQZ3YtqtnhRqVGzNfZ-SPwAjZufd1DXC7OOs4K30ciaBnHVOLZ6kw0A3giLUs6rpUFakOO95QW9XPEY_trhBvsYG3I63v=w640-h508" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><p></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">HEY!”
yelled Jordan “The Doc said I could wear the shorts!”</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
Ranger ignored Jordan’s protest, and immediately attached a series
of chains, attached to the crane truck to the back of the leather
straight jacket, before jumping into the truck, and activating the
crane mechanism.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">To
Jordan’s dismay, he suddenly found himself being winched upwards by
the chains attached to the straps of the straightjacket, in which he
was trapped. “What are you doing?” he yelled frantically, as he
struggled against the unyielding, tight blue leather.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
got this idea when we found you hanging from your speedo wedgie!”
Laughed the Ranger “Now we are going to the fair!”</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
was now high in the air, dangling from the crane, and, apart from his
socks and sneakers, naked from waist down, with his little pink
bottom on full display. “Let me down!”</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
aren’t afraid of hights are you Sport?” chuckled the Ranger
starting the engine, as Jordan’s still giggling cousin Harvey
climbed unto the cab beside him. “You will have to get used to it
if you are!”</span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvHm4axSIOCo2zfUx_5rsXwVAm6wWolAfMaUALeuo5hjOlQlWtkfUm5podff9n3L2U0QmTOVmnvTBz-RYOYNzBKvUUTVkMZOiEo40k6TawbD1rejChCuY5zn8dO-oIIXeAz-6Dm5qtY310gxFhANAFHiPV325KRsee9BMGm5WtHkNIwS_vRDJ5IaFK=s1400" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="783" data-original-width="1400" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvHm4axSIOCo2zfUx_5rsXwVAm6wWolAfMaUALeuo5hjOlQlWtkfUm5podff9n3L2U0QmTOVmnvTBz-RYOYNzBKvUUTVkMZOiEo40k6TawbD1rejChCuY5zn8dO-oIIXeAz-6Dm5qtY310gxFhANAFHiPV325KRsee9BMGm5WtHkNIwS_vRDJ5IaFK=w640-h358" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Minutes
later, as pedestrians laughed and pointed, the truck drove slowly
down the road, the crain extended behind it with a bare bottom and
very miserable Jordan hanging from it.</span></span><p></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When
the truck arrived at the country fairground, the ranger drove up to a
spot about 30 yards from the edge of the fair and parked next to an
orange board with yellow numbers on. Jordan wondered what it could
be, until he spotted the sign at the top which stated, “Test Your
Strength – Paddle the brat!” and saw that there was a metal arm
protruding from the top of the board with a holed spanking paddle
attached to it.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
the Ranger had carefully positioned the truck so that Jordan’s bare
bottom was in direct line of the paddle, it didn’t take Jordon long
to figure out that he was the brat who was going to get paddled, but
how did this devilish contraption work?</span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJy3WqnlDfsesLgWnQgYWT6J-Id-blCk-Wgkjf6nY3boCeKynb5Jtzc2tSuilDF0h4kBaVXPUyFiT5hz7HZTMys-6ocEDejG0ylG9W-XpZF1sWNjaJ73MapNvjeAtyhV2hJBajI7Hf91CVzcBG1a74hKCJrkUQIL6TcdPiumh9dBpbbt77LHOEnylU=s1300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="1300" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJy3WqnlDfsesLgWnQgYWT6J-Id-blCk-Wgkjf6nY3boCeKynb5Jtzc2tSuilDF0h4kBaVXPUyFiT5hz7HZTMys-6ocEDejG0ylG9W-XpZF1sWNjaJ73MapNvjeAtyhV2hJBajI7Hf91CVzcBG1a74hKCJrkUQIL6TcdPiumh9dBpbbt77LHOEnylU=w640-h452" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><p></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">His
question was answered by Harvey, who had produced a mallet from the
truck and began calling out to the curious crowd, which was already
assembling, and inviting them to test their strength by hitting a
lever with the mallet. The strength of the blow will send a puck
shooting up the board, the explained, and activate the paddle. The
number of swats being determined by what number on the board to puck
reached.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan’s
bare behind presented a very tempting target, and a eager group of
laughing young men had soon lined up to take their turn in testing
their strength.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
first contestant’s attempt was poorly judged and succeeded only in
a glancing blow to the lever, so the puck only rose to the number 10
on the board, which was greeted with jeers from onlookers.</span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2WkRjEOeaKTtQ5546JMv9x8YIV7b1nI9ksx3Eah9aG_1Q_Ln70q-MRwl-oIcUhwDi7HYrdWmEMdwW-Svb7dzBpnbPQx7vsHokmJOpofuVs-W4C_bquGbYjGsH4LC5Q6pF3GwGQmIKP5_RJBTuH1eC-6_xxgXlOJ3tkzWBkWHj88hXvymTn0OIR3Xn=s1300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="1300" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2WkRjEOeaKTtQ5546JMv9x8YIV7b1nI9ksx3Eah9aG_1Q_Ln70q-MRwl-oIcUhwDi7HYrdWmEMdwW-Svb7dzBpnbPQx7vsHokmJOpofuVs-W4C_bquGbYjGsH4LC5Q6pF3GwGQmIKP5_RJBTuH1eC-6_xxgXlOJ3tkzWBkWHj88hXvymTn0OIR3Xn=w640-h384" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> However,
the well programmed mechanism immediately sprang into action, the
paddle arm swung back and forth delivering the requisite ten whacks
to Jordan’s tender bottom, as he yelled out in pain.</span></span><p></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That
was a test shot!” insisted the guy with the mallet “Let me try
again!”</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Harvey
raised no objection, and the mallet was again brought down hard
delivering a resounding blow to the lever and sending the puck
hurtling up the board to reach the number 30.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">YESS!!
.. THIRTY!” Cheered the crowd</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No
… NOT THIRTY!” cried Jordan in horror.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But
the paddle was already swinging and within seconds the fairground was
soon echoing to the sounds of hard paddle whacks, punctuated by howls
both of pain from Jordan and laughter from the now sizable crowd.</span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWtJ2RtB0sWu5GlM2vt6C-b2vyqwPKdTbZJgV58qoc9I5mycDwoqmzfppS63QhrcTV5GXiz2-zkeZ19IZsfaIGIHAr_fP4EEafeJOwMISJJXYmWJak19IdDuCGQfhaaL3XtBFDmDLqkODkg8O0OymA2WBpiTZ6HdSEw97zOJSS1WXDFL-osVmuqUgB=s1300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="882" data-original-width="1300" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhWtJ2RtB0sWu5GlM2vt6C-b2vyqwPKdTbZJgV58qoc9I5mycDwoqmzfppS63QhrcTV5GXiz2-zkeZ19IZsfaIGIHAr_fP4EEafeJOwMISJJXYmWJak19IdDuCGQfhaaL3XtBFDmDLqkODkg8O0OymA2WBpiTZ6HdSEw97zOJSS1WXDFL-osVmuqUgB=w640-h434" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><p></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
was in for a long and painful afternoon.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"> </p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>TO
BE CONTINUED</b></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">
</p><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-68768400108682255072022-01-05T15:44:00.007-08:002022-01-05T15:44:56.930-08:00Back Up Site <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Please bookmark the back up site for Sore Bottom Guys, for use if anything happens to this blog.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: large;">The back up site is <a href="https://sorebottomguys.com/"><b>https://sorebottomguys.com/</b></a></span></span><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-23537697082367947362021-12-24T07:12:00.001-08:002021-12-24T07:12:19.376-08:00The Shaman's Revenge - Part 18 (Prologue)<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzDgdMmTsjDsi_MXcTu1S4vA-XuKRU19NNHKWJhM5yUKIWIo9VHiiukr-Oq8XQcvIARlxbrlCD_p3hDrKifuIXmwqjHnqQfIBFkZGFBhvgSnLl_1IeYAH0NTirazFzbHVDLz-QRlOmCsfhrQXdySrIt2bnINgbXDsTow_hCNuM48th5lc_91IWuAtQ=s1300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="1300" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzDgdMmTsjDsi_MXcTu1S4vA-XuKRU19NNHKWJhM5yUKIWIo9VHiiukr-Oq8XQcvIARlxbrlCD_p3hDrKifuIXmwqjHnqQfIBFkZGFBhvgSnLl_1IeYAH0NTirazFzbHVDLz-QRlOmCsfhrQXdySrIt2bnINgbXDsTow_hCNuM48th5lc_91IWuAtQ=w640-h448" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">OW!
That Sting's worse than the fu.... damned ants!” moaned Jordan, as
the Ranger rubbed a generous dollop of the cream which Dr Schultz had
just prescribed into his bare bottom shortly after they returned from
the swimming pool “What is in the vile stuff?” </span></span>
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It
sting's a little, because it is working!” replied the Doctor “In
the long run you will be grateful and appreciate it's healing
properties!” </span></span>
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
Ranger briefly looked up and his eyes met the Doctors , and both men simultaneously winked at each other, enjoying the shared knowlerdge
that the entire purpose of the cream was to increase Jordan's discomfort (“It's totally harmless, but very effective” the
Doctor had explained “It was originally used as a sex aid in the
Shanghai brothels before World War 11, as it heightens sensation,
both of pleasure …. and also pain!”) </span></span>
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Also,
if your guardian continues to apply the cream three times a day, it
will be permissible for you to wear some clothing, albeit only these
thin silk shorts” he held a pair of skimpy red shorts.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That's
a shame!” laughed the Ranger “I was getting to enjoy the sight of
Sports Little bare botty around the house!” he continued rubbing in
the cream with increased vigour “Guess you can wear those
tomorrow as you help me with the attraction I have arranged for the
town fair. </span></span>
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh
No! Do I have to” wailed Jordan “Fairs are for Dweebs and Old
Boomers” </span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span>
</p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0rdxWAOPTDErDuztV4RQ3nbTyIGKnm-OkBn8WoCyr5VnE-olEmMt2pukfDk6sUo911y8TnvteFTbYCzm-scmd5Xd1Sa4K2H0QE_I1H_sHUueX_aHai22NvNcGAPuJ67Kx-4pTO-Elo4_fditA4M9O3_LXn5Q8sT76b5YcSAhg9mF8A4EG5bGBkV2V=s1300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="869" data-original-width="1300" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0rdxWAOPTDErDuztV4RQ3nbTyIGKnm-OkBn8WoCyr5VnE-olEmMt2pukfDk6sUo911y8TnvteFTbYCzm-scmd5Xd1Sa4K2H0QE_I1H_sHUueX_aHai22NvNcGAPuJ67Kx-4pTO-Elo4_fditA4M9O3_LXn5Q8sT76b5YcSAhg9mF8A4EG5bGBkV2V=w640-h428" width="640" /></a></div><p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes
you do !” replied the Ranger delivering a sting slap to Jordan's
well creamed, paddled and ant bitten bare bottom, followed by a
second slap to make the point.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
are going to provide a service to the community, for once in your
useless life!”</span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">++++++++ <br /></span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJRhD4VgOsmbbpV44d7hTM1N8EJld0cLVQ5qDVko86yAhHZP7ldYxfRsDWlEC-QXRsvtM2vtmEKWeT6thuDG8k-gqnFut3--k2VyceMq7FN3tDP4FjoKOtVP11HLBmDdx5dXP1DbEmACkaYXkGGiMu0AM3CWWdRwwF6KcJkfSUYFysthar4bZ2vylY=s1300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="970" data-original-width="1300" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJRhD4VgOsmbbpV44d7hTM1N8EJld0cLVQ5qDVko86yAhHZP7ldYxfRsDWlEC-QXRsvtM2vtmEKWeT6thuDG8k-gqnFut3--k2VyceMq7FN3tDP4FjoKOtVP11HLBmDdx5dXP1DbEmACkaYXkGGiMu0AM3CWWdRwwF6KcJkfSUYFysthar4bZ2vylY=w640-h478" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><p></p><p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The next morning Jordan bent over in the bathroom and looked over his shoulder and studied the state of his bare behind, which was it's
usual creamy white perfection. Once again it had amazingly healed overnight, the angry redness, the bruising from the paddling and all
the tiny but fiery ant bites had disappeared.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Man
I sure heal quick!” he thought! “But it still stings like Hell
fire!, it must be that damn cream! How can I stop that creepy
Ranger guy from rubbing more in!”</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
thought of the ranger reminder him of the fair and brought a
sickening feeling of dread to his stomach. “I wonder what that
jerk has in store for me!” he thought</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
might well wonder …</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">TO
BE CONTINUED </span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-83628224174639865542021-12-07T10:15:00.002-08:002021-12-07T11:36:47.302-08:00The Humiliation of Reman Dane – Chapter 3 <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmWk4KfpQKAlAlzRrUpXwdNXW8rC1Y1SLecBhfuB9ikZvaq4XvnyqTvhkB_rIygn6_Yiu8xvPaANu5S7hSPedEAem3gMJOzJHPvrloWk8P5orC_xpaVzNUQmQLWELdpCJZ1YCfQydArInloCFuSCmbxCGgzwxT5o60Jh_wbIdIdFcefI6-_gZDDKi1=s1300" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="1300" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmWk4KfpQKAlAlzRrUpXwdNXW8rC1Y1SLecBhfuB9ikZvaq4XvnyqTvhkB_rIygn6_Yiu8xvPaANu5S7hSPedEAem3gMJOzJHPvrloWk8P5orC_xpaVzNUQmQLWELdpCJZ1YCfQydArInloCFuSCmbxCGgzwxT5o60Jh_wbIdIdFcefI6-_gZDDKi1=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: medium none; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; padding: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, Verdana EmbeddedFont, Verdana MSFontService, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The
latest instalment of “The Shaming of Redman Dane” continues,</span></span></span></span></span><span face="Verdana, Verdana EmbeddedFont, Verdana MSFontService, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
<a href="https://redmanshumilation.blogspot.com/2021/11/the-humiliation-of-reman-dane-chapter-3.html">Click Here</a></b></span></span></span></span><span face="Verdana, Verdana EmbeddedFont, Verdana MSFontService, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
to start reading Chapter three at the “The Humiliation of Redman
Dane” blog</span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: medium none; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; padding: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, Verdana EmbeddedFont, Verdana MSFontService, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Verdana, Verdana EmbeddedFont, Verdana MSFontService, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvWk7pDPXaryYMaNOJNVS13Z8YFNLUEm6Zd1XnPnqA7PSvBn2MkUe8EM2wS0PMBgjN20SystCQIY602b_xzE_63WQfReb7JNnOh9bFt4w1AVMAKWJVdPrdFKE4t4V3xVD-O1L5bJgAWImMbsVhcJ8ogD5tLLxwsn9SvKtzrg8ISMCrGNy11-xQ4g0G=s1300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="918" data-original-width="1300" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvWk7pDPXaryYMaNOJNVS13Z8YFNLUEm6Zd1XnPnqA7PSvBn2MkUe8EM2wS0PMBgjN20SystCQIY602b_xzE_63WQfReb7JNnOh9bFt4w1AVMAKWJVdPrdFKE4t4V3xVD-O1L5bJgAWImMbsVhcJ8ogD5tLLxwsn9SvKtzrg8ISMCrGNy11-xQ4g0G=w640-h452" width="640" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></div><p></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: medium none; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; padding: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: medium none; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; padding: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, Verdana EmbeddedFont, Verdana MSFontService, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>WARNING</b></span></span></span></span><span face="Verdana, Verdana EmbeddedFont, Verdana MSFontService, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
this is a F/M CFNM story which features the Humiliation and Punishment
of a handsome young man primarily by women</span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="gmail-western" style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: medium none; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; padding: 0cm;">
<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-3106163641563402972021-07-06T02:24:00.007-07:002021-07-06T02:53:01.654-07:00The Shaman's Revenge Chapter 22 (Part 2)<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXaNg9pflKZCRQ1FYWEevH1HrLqeU98IbDYPSZdfQBL_y6F33zfwsndGE2sS56jYhhXcCQNons-PN7LxYqLHEdHoY_cfJhlFMOcp0ZxiWudZhDCeJSdmznQQBurpMvObmdIv55C348O3M/s1300/stingingJordansbutt258b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="1300" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXaNg9pflKZCRQ1FYWEevH1HrLqeU98IbDYPSZdfQBL_y6F33zfwsndGE2sS56jYhhXcCQNons-PN7LxYqLHEdHoY_cfJhlFMOcp0ZxiWudZhDCeJSdmznQQBurpMvObmdIv55C348O3M/w640-h386/stingingJordansbutt258b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<p></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The
Shaman's Revenge Chapter 22 (Part 2)</b></span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Jordan and the
Speedos from Hell continued </b></span></span>
</p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
observers, therefore, we must content ourselves with appreciating his
physical beauty and enjoying his ongoing and well deserved
discomforts and humiliations.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!” </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5ddwU6Y4NYEe8P1gcgysk4X1fx6gtsaLE7N8deW0N3UK7XVJXvYGcKbU0e6Vlpl49U6JugzI2Vk-wRe9_zp6OlF5M5gKdIk26QtSvpXUMkVVOQuxAAsnPNoxYkMNAG5EJZivnKzjjJI/s1300/stingingJordansbutt259a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="876" data-original-width="1300" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5ddwU6Y4NYEe8P1gcgysk4X1fx6gtsaLE7N8deW0N3UK7XVJXvYGcKbU0e6Vlpl49U6JugzI2Vk-wRe9_zp6OlF5M5gKdIk26QtSvpXUMkVVOQuxAAsnPNoxYkMNAG5EJZivnKzjjJI/w640-h432/stingingJordansbutt259a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!” </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Don't
threaten my brother!” boomed a second, much larger guy in an angry
voice </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!”</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dewey
grinned at Jordan. “This is my BIG brother Bruno!” He's really
pleased to meet you!” </span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr5a7Y4GWwPNzKl2UPYnCfvOgtt20gMMa_plkoMb3yVgvrQyxg7F5Rv-9mszgH8rR_PP-lDG_mR3WQ49XUw-vPBq02Axqg6Q8t-Sgh3NaiBojEy19DuSXTUKcsYTwV5ESmGZmj02pLZdM/s1300/stingingJordansbutt260.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="861" data-original-width="1300" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr5a7Y4GWwPNzKl2UPYnCfvOgtt20gMMa_plkoMb3yVgvrQyxg7F5Rv-9mszgH8rR_PP-lDG_mR3WQ49XUw-vPBq02Axqg6Q8t-Sgh3NaiBojEy19DuSXTUKcsYTwV5ESmGZmj02pLZdM/w640-h424/stingingJordansbutt260.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> 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</span></span><p></p>
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</p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4t9BRMvHyDCoRx36Y9_m_2cmjQrVomQl5Pr4PTWg141zlBQY3bKWkBvuy-0hvtYAGKsXeUHGXVQPATTmcZYkt4Vfbf7WN0b3nM9m-ec6BTZ4J__s43ZnGFuA9o5cMmj9HybH1YvxcMrk/s1300/stingingJordansbutt261.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="894" data-original-width="1300" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4t9BRMvHyDCoRx36Y9_m_2cmjQrVomQl5Pr4PTWg141zlBQY3bKWkBvuy-0hvtYAGKsXeUHGXVQPATTmcZYkt4Vfbf7WN0b3nM9m-ec6BTZ4J__s43ZnGFuA9o5cMmj9HybH1YvxcMrk/w640-h440/stingingJordansbutt261.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><p></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">When
Jordan objected, a further strip of tape was placed over his mouth,
effectively silencing him.</span></span></p>
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</p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.”</span></span></p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJNtG_5Jp1MCfuC_oKIB0GVx3KtiQ-7lzv7BG17Ah4WrOTm4ngeTrDQhTCAv2eneL0BL1H2X7xuoI5rSKfvTizSJZIkuylnPgOGr68PVAXuHFFh3AeLx7xfojiXBwlmV7hbsKoqcLJCM/s1300/stingingJordansbutt262.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1078" data-original-width="1300" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJNtG_5Jp1MCfuC_oKIB0GVx3KtiQ-7lzv7BG17Ah4WrOTm4ngeTrDQhTCAv2eneL0BL1H2X7xuoI5rSKfvTizSJZIkuylnPgOGr68PVAXuHFFh3AeLx7xfojiXBwlmV7hbsKoqcLJCM/w640-h530/stingingJordansbutt262.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">It
says 'Worse that a cartload of fleas' on the packet!” giggled Sammy</span></span></p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOcNFamCPSR5JKeZ0pblDy7BhFi19yy2G6hyphenhyphenIZ9x3NFjQcnpgPHcHFmchmZOA8RXXiyThD4nKhybXsQ8ZBnPtnWy1TeN1HdmZYtPlH2IHGpyRaq5bQE_d_pMWsdPaS7-sg-C7oDkLXeFk/s1300/stingingJordansbutt263.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="927" data-original-width="1300" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOcNFamCPSR5JKeZ0pblDy7BhFi19yy2G6hyphenhyphenIZ9x3NFjQcnpgPHcHFmchmZOA8RXXiyThD4nKhybXsQ8ZBnPtnWy1TeN1HdmZYtPlH2IHGpyRaq5bQE_d_pMWsdPaS7-sg-C7oDkLXeFk/w640-h456/stingingJordansbutt263.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Meanwhile,
Sammy did the same to the front of the speedos, tipping the contents
of his bag over Jordan's cock and balls. </span></span>
</p>
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<br />
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6mbOLv5SrNvbC16J7_gzGvnf-BcZzAwPEGtVhzHa5F8juhwkpQdmFYdM_x5AruL4qpGdQ-Z6411W__dE1pTA0kJ4CW8Uqgs5k7jmpxPxUJtDgzXbg6Pn2f53gJLHmXBjQkGUpjzsSMY/s1300/stingingJordansbutt264.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1300" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6mbOLv5SrNvbC16J7_gzGvnf-BcZzAwPEGtVhzHa5F8juhwkpQdmFYdM_x5AruL4qpGdQ-Z6411W__dE1pTA0kJ4CW8Uqgs5k7jmpxPxUJtDgzXbg6Pn2f53gJLHmXBjQkGUpjzsSMY/w640-h482/stingingJordansbutt264.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!”
</span></span>
</p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMI_GYyWa46tQW3e-0Bnxvd645FvdeNIUzuFwduaCY7NZ-NXsMITUomujxZ6IM2nk-IvX7x3080U5y3s92k8f_demRUViMvu0zgDw3fU3QTa1EGYAI667Y5s3TjB17LJyVZPek7Y2mpQw/s1300/stingingJordansbutt265.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="834" data-original-width="1300" height="410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMI_GYyWa46tQW3e-0Bnxvd645FvdeNIUzuFwduaCY7NZ-NXsMITUomujxZ6IM2nk-IvX7x3080U5y3s92k8f_demRUViMvu0zgDw3fU3QTa1EGYAI667Y5s3TjB17LJyVZPek7Y2mpQw/w640-h410/stingingJordansbutt265.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
held up the jar, which Jordan, to his horror saw was full of ants!</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!”</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">.”...
or Sting a lot!” corrected Sammy.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<br />
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLelb0TKm_WA7DYw_qFXUtszPml65z52rp0uUveMdTWozLN31Q-5-svr3vLeqRfdrqYRqgp9rgwAwdpOX-Qq8XqN7N3FokqPk2635_xzz-7Bpf241xfOpEyUaSJ-coifuq9aUmdhdbujc/s1300/stingingJordansbutt266.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1021" data-original-width="1300" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLelb0TKm_WA7DYw_qFXUtszPml65z52rp0uUveMdTWozLN31Q-5-svr3vLeqRfdrqYRqgp9rgwAwdpOX-Qq8XqN7N3FokqPk2635_xzz-7Bpf241xfOpEyUaSJ-coifuq9aUmdhdbujc/w640-h502/stingingJordansbutt266.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDMvFvpXp8lC42U45M3O2UvIroqqslTHaV1jpfTW3vTZ2refXMPTNC-iBR51U-vKJrMM3j-SZX9__vQpllC57gW4ry94nUPg9Nr6jLwM45XQhWsE6njM1ybeu9TyVjuoiF7GNQ5bEsdNk/s1300/stingingJordansbutt269.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="897" data-original-width="1300" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDMvFvpXp8lC42U45M3O2UvIroqqslTHaV1jpfTW3vTZ2refXMPTNC-iBR51U-vKJrMM3j-SZX9__vQpllC57gW4ry94nUPg9Nr6jLwM45XQhWsE6njM1ybeu9TyVjuoiF7GNQ5bEsdNk/w640-h442/stingingJordansbutt269.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> The
fire ants certainly lived up to their name, and within seconds,
Jordan felt as if his entire bottom was literally on fire.</span></span><p></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUCWUxiAP7wOfPbzqPUGX4ylzOrWt0X7YCX-QU9J_2HJkMLe2owzpF8k3kVVjXF_qVxowB8VHkUdzXLldnu_-mTMp3gLchgZPcexj944NIEc5MCV8_bBbTKlhpF6d6RNma4jGjvSsz4g/s1300/stingingJordansbutt268.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="917" data-original-width="1300" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUCWUxiAP7wOfPbzqPUGX4ylzOrWt0X7YCX-QU9J_2HJkMLe2owzpF8k3kVVjXF_qVxowB8VHkUdzXLldnu_-mTMp3gLchgZPcexj944NIEc5MCV8_bBbTKlhpF6d6RNma4jGjvSsz4g/w640-h452/stingingJordansbutt268.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> 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.</span></span><p></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">We
will kill those nasty biting ants for you!” laughed Bruno “Isn't
that good of us?!”</span></span></p>
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<br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan's
previous were certainly relishing their revenge. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9nnD8-ObkeaT_8LRg52qwUuEigRJsf8RnzHGDmVTjVWfhuW343XAldLf9NhNFuUs6KY9q7kvgLJiP0gh11xcHsgG-wsfE-oSY-uX9ePEVrjOWK_3JcvB3q9aj5ZvD7UFRjwVlBEJeZUY/s1300/stingingJordansbutt272.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="1300" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9nnD8-ObkeaT_8LRg52qwUuEigRJsf8RnzHGDmVTjVWfhuW343XAldLf9NhNFuUs6KY9q7kvgLJiP0gh11xcHsgG-wsfE-oSY-uX9ePEVrjOWK_3JcvB3q9aj5ZvD7UFRjwVlBEJeZUY/w640-h416/stingingJordansbutt272.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
Draper was one bully who had certainly met his comeuppance! </span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">To be continued </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
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</p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This
chapter and all other content can also be viewd at the Sore Bottom
Guys back up site <a href="http://sorebottomguys.com/"><b>HERE</b></a> </span></span>
</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-85431726372180852242021-05-16T03:19:00.004-07:002021-05-22T12:30:49.233-07:00The Shaman's Revenge Chapter 22 (part 1)<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWwBbCGMfur-tkKw2nMCkuFYEr-NWlwcAC8IUNYHiup9_qWWgls3o4UwYMSdOb5h0IXNW9kNRN6VjrwT49Rbasu91EcUgMNsITASlgQ6FyqTpbld4TOCawx9gURs4V4KKEI0QmEoLw1M/s1200/speedos.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="1200" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWwBbCGMfur-tkKw2nMCkuFYEr-NWlwcAC8IUNYHiup9_qWWgls3o4UwYMSdOb5h0IXNW9kNRN6VjrwT49Rbasu91EcUgMNsITASlgQ6FyqTpbld4TOCawx9gURs4V4KKEI0QmEoLw1M/w640-h416/speedos.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The
Shaman's Revenge</b></span></span><p></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Jordan
and the Speedos from Hell </b></span></span>
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(Part
1)</b></span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhINpjoS5UOCoANeLhFbh1nzpOkSPgIWXgLacn3ZyN5Nejt6k3TCUuKVVn4Fv9dhCY9qjqB-QeCUG_Ob3fxesLVYzf9gKPlL8FQZ6niEd7U_EWJRpmrv6vMLP2lXN0Vtj24WAN_NKDc0HM/s1300/stingingJordansbutt253_New.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="956" data-original-width="1300" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhINpjoS5UOCoANeLhFbh1nzpOkSPgIWXgLacn3ZyN5Nejt6k3TCUuKVVn4Fv9dhCY9qjqB-QeCUG_Ob3fxesLVYzf9gKPlL8FQZ6niEd7U_EWJRpmrv6vMLP2lXN0Vtj24WAN_NKDc0HM/w640-h470/stingingJordansbutt253_New.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!” </span></span>
</p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiewaYg9WoIyKs_MMjw33iEKQUdtw28aAirCGZBmfWOGP3vT_O5rP3c8cqvI8GZabKU69GuahMWN7sVcGS-FEF6SHN5A5_Su1zsUwCdtbQyRc3SgllnoQcC5kUOp0Sgvhy8qzGxVtL8I/s1300/stingingJordansbutt254.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="962" data-original-width="1300" height="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiewaYg9WoIyKs_MMjw33iEKQUdtw28aAirCGZBmfWOGP3vT_O5rP3c8cqvI8GZabKU69GuahMWN7sVcGS-FEF6SHN5A5_Su1zsUwCdtbQyRc3SgllnoQcC5kUOp0Sgvhy8qzGxVtL8I/w640-h474/stingingJordansbutt254.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">OW
...OWWW! That hurt” complained Jordan angrily “Stop it man!” </span></span>
</p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit5rNKg17vnl8XsmxaNi63nfV0qHpdI8LMSxtvE3qtyczbXYudZ1q62XbY3R3e69O1QrpGlqQ7klSEsrLRfEKINK_d5hq7OkIcZ6rw33x1qJjaevuOBvBM8x4gFgjP9Ah1ugwneofTjaA/s1300/stingingJordansbutt254b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="965" data-original-width="1300" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit5rNKg17vnl8XsmxaNi63nfV0qHpdI8LMSxtvE3qtyczbXYudZ1q62XbY3R3e69O1QrpGlqQ7klSEsrLRfEKINK_d5hq7OkIcZ6rw33x1qJjaevuOBvBM8x4gFgjP9Ah1ugwneofTjaA/w640-h476/stingingJordansbutt254b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJY9OIcyfqot5-ksDAD3PNe72NXFRe0PbmIwIEKF8iZM9AFFfOWa8zXyXDkQMRUAYRm-tJFjAUyXQE4sxdaExPD2k2l03UelzcSuJoNeKMN4fPB1CI_s-G3okCRdaRYvCzt_l5WJf5Cms/s1300/stingingJordansbutt255.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1126" data-original-width="1300" height="554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJY9OIcyfqot5-ksDAD3PNe72NXFRe0PbmIwIEKF8iZM9AFFfOWa8zXyXDkQMRUAYRm-tJFjAUyXQE4sxdaExPD2k2l03UelzcSuJoNeKMN4fPB1CI_s-G3okCRdaRYvCzt_l5WJf5Cms/w640-h554/stingingJordansbutt255.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Harvey
quickly scuttled over and gleefully did as requested</span></span></p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipfTZ2V1_rhoyOwVujZcsstwEV1CUFQAj1p_2ECnksT0H39ece3xNo8pF2Z5klR4hQHUrFNTMg8dm2ulFNM3jF-7jaodwuwFyS4V-h-u2R7aPRd82IPmYARiK83KbbJiYZ7hVs1GsqfXc/s1300/stingingJordansbutt255a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="878" data-original-width="1300" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipfTZ2V1_rhoyOwVujZcsstwEV1CUFQAj1p_2ECnksT0H39ece3xNo8pF2Z5klR4hQHUrFNTMg8dm2ulFNM3jF-7jaodwuwFyS4V-h-u2R7aPRd82IPmYARiK83KbbJiYZ7hVs1GsqfXc/w640-h432/stingingJordansbutt255a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hold
on!” ordered the Ranger “That's the wrong cheek … damn too
late! You have injected him the same cheek I just did!!”</span></span></p>
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</p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sorry!”
squeaked Harley “I got confused … should I get another needle?”</span></span></p>
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</p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">NOOO!”
yelled Jordan “That's enough!” </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">In
that case you will need a second shot this evening” Replied the
ranger </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!”</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan,
who had been sulkily scowling and rubbing his sore behind perked up
immediately at this unexpected turn of events.</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ1ZMDyDCjRHUbmc2iMYRJt6ll-e52caSmzKq_l82lWz5kDQRpIoZKNJpbu4Zs1MdENx5-p6Bl6ZZ-JTOUB2ckBWpmq-Rpsunzbdno4QOhKhxZWxqXhvNAatqC8Bw5a9OdcoAIp9SQecc/s1300/stingingJordansbutt256.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1119" data-original-width="1300" height="550" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ1ZMDyDCjRHUbmc2iMYRJt6ll-e52caSmzKq_l82lWz5kDQRpIoZKNJpbu4Zs1MdENx5-p6Bl6ZZ-JTOUB2ckBWpmq-Rpsunzbdno4QOhKhxZWxqXhvNAatqC8Bw5a9OdcoAIp9SQecc/w640-h550/stingingJordansbutt256.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
can wear these to go swimming for a few hours this afternoon!” </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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 </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nonsense!”
Replied the ranger “They are perfectly big enough, come and try
them on!”</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNjtYy9W9jez-JI5f5uvd3qL4og58mP_j1jIkXmFM4itxSxJPXr8bHayXXh2Fplbqwv0qm_EXaEACC9WMbao7vGzNuu8MWE60jXtlpe8AhZdrQIL6xzgoCCBKohjnLC9VJwBgYKmNv3B8/s1300/stingingJordansbutt257.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="977" data-original-width="1300" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNjtYy9W9jez-JI5f5uvd3qL4og58mP_j1jIkXmFM4itxSxJPXr8bHayXXh2Fplbqwv0qm_EXaEACC9WMbao7vGzNuu8MWE60jXtlpe8AhZdrQIL6xzgoCCBKohjnLC9VJwBgYKmNv3B8/w640-h480/stingingJordansbutt257.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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</span></span></p>
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</p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!!</span></span></p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqDLETIKRE_T-XG4RRmfDLA2Yz8-zU5r12F5zSj0auTGJjrsRSuOsInp5OE8P6wTBKfmO04c_sgLHWYLATnUmf2r3UJ_EnmH-TNafPLU2y42OJLeiZwDgyNWlTmyF55nm-B-QWgpimhk/s1300/stingingJordansbutt258.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="1300" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqDLETIKRE_T-XG4RRmfDLA2Yz8-zU5r12F5zSj0auTGJjrsRSuOsInp5OE8P6wTBKfmO04c_sgLHWYLATnUmf2r3UJ_EnmH-TNafPLU2y42OJLeiZwDgyNWlTmyF55nm-B-QWgpimhk/w640-h418/stingingJordansbutt258.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>To
be continued.....</b></span></span></p>
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</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-39868162665211991132021-05-03T07:25:00.001-07:002021-05-03T07:33:40.207-07:00He May Ask!! <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTB6l7KnMim_ej9LNhqdd8AEja0fI07u0rdYETHeQx1_PzFXpC-bwVPvaK8nt21mVXwb6L1vMn842cSDaUx7rk_ms-0lex0ojdezDBzGNek1x8zDzc03LEO4OiUU7z43ISfBcFfWg0UQ/s1300/Jordan_Frets01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1044" data-original-width="1300" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTB6l7KnMim_ej9LNhqdd8AEja0fI07u0rdYETHeQx1_PzFXpC-bwVPvaK8nt21mVXwb6L1vMn842cSDaUx7rk_ms-0lex0ojdezDBzGNek1x8zDzc03LEO4OiUU7z43ISfBcFfWg0UQ/w640-h514/Jordan_Frets01.jpg" width="640" /></a><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-35354689799489844512021-04-25T06:24:00.002-07:002021-04-25T15:42:39.055-07:00New Update at "The Humiliation of Redman Dane" <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtylbV-h7HxzeE4_wxzlW5Vp6HratDIw7iXC7rtod9TINsKTaAomoyVGADzw8B4uH0Yyw9KA1Fy-qR-zG_Vliq4ys-NsWZxgD2gDFy1Rea2P413DwW4Oh3gwzO6hqfNHs-lg1L0zep7Y/s1300/Redman_Humiliated01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="1300" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtylbV-h7HxzeE4_wxzlW5Vp6HratDIw7iXC7rtod9TINsKTaAomoyVGADzw8B4uH0Yyw9KA1Fy-qR-zG_Vliq4ys-NsWZxgD2gDFy1Rea2P413DwW4Oh3gwzO6hqfNHs-lg1L0zep7Y/w640-h448/Redman_Humiliated01.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">
</p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">More
Humiliation for Redman <br /></span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Unlucky
Redman finds himself in another uncomfortable and embarrassing
predicament. </span></span>
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
can enjoy the handsome young blade's further well deserved discomfort
by visiting <a href="https://redmanshumilation.blogspot.com/"><b>“The Humiliation of Redman Dane”</b></a></span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>WARNING:</b></span>
this features young a young male being disciplined and humiliated by
females </span></span>
</p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span></span>
</p>
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<br />
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<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-57325646470719959572021-04-25T06:23:00.001-07:002021-04-25T07:39:33.354-07:00The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn - Chapter One<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The
Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn</b></span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Chapter
1</b></span></span></p>
<p align="LEFT" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">(<a href="http://sorebuttguys.blogspot.com/2020/12/the-adventures-of-sore-bottomed-finn.html">Click here for the Prologue</a>)</span></span></p>
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<br />
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9o07I-MSO-VZrJkN7vnfEldyIm2vJ-N7WjzIyZbJ_rHWo5oDaL0NQ4e7nABoJUb4rGnmEs4Fzg2cfT9vdtkYqQJoGLtz1WLUIpjF3mP82JQuDtMMnnUanlXduR0izUbmM0d9Fuko45rc/s1300/Backwoods016.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="1300" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9o07I-MSO-VZrJkN7vnfEldyIm2vJ-N7WjzIyZbJ_rHWo5oDaL0NQ4e7nABoJUb4rGnmEs4Fzg2cfT9vdtkYqQJoGLtz1WLUIpjF3mP82JQuDtMMnnUanlXduR0izUbmM0d9Fuko45rc/w640-h384/Backwoods016.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.”</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!” </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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 ”</span></span></p>
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</p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!” </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
a Doctor I'd say that kid needs a good spanking!”commented Cole</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Plenty
of spankings, ... and paddlings!” agreed Officer Palmer</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">SPANKING?”
asked a slightly nonplussed Silas “He's almost nineteen .. a young
man!”</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!”</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Isn't
that illegal?” asked a mystified Silas </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!”</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sure
would!” laughed the Doctor “between us we can keep his little
butt cheery red all summer!”</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">How
long is he staying with you!”</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">That's
no problem, we are not going anywhere, give us a call anytime and we
will do what's required!” </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thanks
guys, but that is all a bit out there for me, I will try reasoning
with him first, before resorting to anything drastic!!” </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">His
words were greeted with laughter “Reasoning?!! Good luck with
that!” snorted Officer Palmer.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">*********************</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXqIF7aHX4aURcoIzIcxXTOjOsEHHc7lPFaM7WKHF7d-VAhY-PM5ZVAXSScV_ShOAuhE7LHBGJ09h4cOnZtdUKs0BnkJmzShIFVkkyWjOgRRjf0hUypXvQK1n-Ldywq_t1tA1iUNWlQM/s1300/Backwoods017.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="875" data-original-width="1300" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXqIF7aHX4aURcoIzIcxXTOjOsEHHc7lPFaM7WKHF7d-VAhY-PM5ZVAXSScV_ShOAuhE7LHBGJ09h4cOnZtdUKs0BnkJmzShIFVkkyWjOgRRjf0hUypXvQK1n-Ldywq_t1tA1iUNWlQM/w640-h430/Backwoods017.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
challenge would be getting home without being seen!!</span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">There
had to be some way of finding clothes before he reached town. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0em9lveRY-ufKVHmowpNwOuEX31QkPPzWEbKQIW831zlWuUxruNyG9nWEJURzWipI3PKrthbHSryx3f9cUKiTW0D3XvBy5LQwsqD2z5GCA_oA7rpPETOY3VLMtrRerUfiba7dV8gYcI/s1300/Backwoods018.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="879" data-original-width="1300" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0em9lveRY-ufKVHmowpNwOuEX31QkPPzWEbKQIW831zlWuUxruNyG9nWEJURzWipI3PKrthbHSryx3f9cUKiTW0D3XvBy5LQwsqD2z5GCA_oA7rpPETOY3VLMtrRerUfiba7dV8gYcI/w640-h432/Backwoods018.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!)
</span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8INGhirgWq5hOi5c1dC9CLat69yRZ-zNIyOOdMsrg5vRwDe_3TWeh01-dG4ngVorwfg0VmKGkqwvVDJlK_PF3SumM1aiZtpp-HHJWoMJGHXrCgamp3dGMstntRK9tnB0RTg8WMGZ7o4/s1300/Backwoods019.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="932" data-original-width="1300" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8INGhirgWq5hOi5c1dC9CLat69yRZ-zNIyOOdMsrg5vRwDe_3TWeh01-dG4ngVorwfg0VmKGkqwvVDJlK_PF3SumM1aiZtpp-HHJWoMJGHXrCgamp3dGMstntRK9tnB0RTg8WMGZ7o4/w640-h458/Backwoods019.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9f9HZVXlP7y_0lwSPs3jhEj_JBs5hUh0Su6RwipDWgPRpOl3XVIWL1eV-bWKyAyGS-bPSyTewpi2Yvh1_iSLXwZ6azqcPkblqLwtws0s-neM0gh68PRqiKEZdmgYIMGGEF8nur117y5I/s1300/Backwoods020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="962" data-original-width="1300" height="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9f9HZVXlP7y_0lwSPs3jhEj_JBs5hUh0Su6RwipDWgPRpOl3XVIWL1eV-bWKyAyGS-bPSyTewpi2Yvh1_iSLXwZ6azqcPkblqLwtws0s-neM0gh68PRqiKEZdmgYIMGGEF8nur117y5I/w640-h474/Backwoods020.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
had used up all his pellets, but there were plenty of pebbles on the
ground which would provide excellent ammunition.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
had no idea what was about to be heading in the direction of his
still tender backside at considerable speeded.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tobias
picked up a smooth coin shaped pebble, loaded it into his sling-shot,
took aim, and fired.</span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3FYJqp9ArDXknBr7hR9hyphenhyphen7AmH7midwuod1ANps5S9AOnBI42cVymJ18uNUOwYaqXU7kkD2js5lVXATrNZSzCW7oFgvP28OP2qyHJsatU99nY5-tWfSB7xDIvzhhYWeUptjmejnqIjM4/s1300/Backwoods022.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="1300" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3FYJqp9ArDXknBr7hR9hyphenhyphen7AmH7midwuod1ANps5S9AOnBI42cVymJ18uNUOwYaqXU7kkD2js5lVXATrNZSzCW7oFgvP28OP2qyHJsatU99nY5-tWfSB7xDIvzhhYWeUptjmejnqIjM4/w640-h452/Backwoods022.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><p></p>
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</p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_N70c-0MqEU1UMJ84EaqgDk6LnVuzxwXbIFby45aJzl_3tiyvEWdtbJDSPNzK90YWYggwcVy2tLUyW4QWNY5mv5I81rKAuvfmpioVqYQsR7TLU_qAy6fqwlWueUz2-EJR84MoWzLcOU/s1300/Backwoods023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="1300" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_N70c-0MqEU1UMJ84EaqgDk6LnVuzxwXbIFby45aJzl_3tiyvEWdtbJDSPNzK90YWYggwcVy2tLUyW4QWNY5mv5I81rKAuvfmpioVqYQsR7TLU_qAy6fqwlWueUz2-EJR84MoWzLcOU/w640-h426/Backwoods023.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> 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.</span></span><p></p>
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</p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">What
the …?” he snarled, outraged by what he saw. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">He's
a burglar Mr Bowen Sir!” squeaked Tobias “and look.. He's even
broken your window!” </span></span>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Why
is he naked?” asked the confused farmer </span></span>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
must be one of them kinky types from the city!”replied Tobias</span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8JSbLaplEFvhZDa6LxVwz4VFrUn48dCUwdOf8J1eQ_oxZsamhqFFtHg8l9gJHSTPrG2sG8-4nCx5IUJYN_KjoD1znRNpofx62_DQiGkAI3lPJjG0yC1-Vnd6zLUr1UOvIt0deDy3YPU/s1300/Backwoods024.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="1300" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8JSbLaplEFvhZDa6LxVwz4VFrUn48dCUwdOf8J1eQ_oxZsamhqFFtHg8l9gJHSTPrG2sG8-4nCx5IUJYN_KjoD1znRNpofx62_DQiGkAI3lPJjG0yC1-Vnd6zLUr1UOvIt0deDy3YPU/w640-h434/Backwoods024.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><p></p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">YEEEEOOOW!!”
yelled Finn “Stop! Let me explain!”</span></span></p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtW9v4bEyGgNN1UwzLgIBWiFG09xfdH-tZR-c9P3sxw7l-HtNX1JmepDVg5mYvESz7r92bT8szsI3WjIXExV0dD3zVpLEkbEb5RVTE5KLIUp8ynhebWvGdnKYLkniWx1SiNKPPG2ZY-0/s1300/Backwoods026.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="1300" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtW9v4bEyGgNN1UwzLgIBWiFG09xfdH-tZR-c9P3sxw7l-HtNX1JmepDVg5mYvESz7r92bT8szsI3WjIXExV0dD3zVpLEkbEb5RVTE5KLIUp8ynhebWvGdnKYLkniWx1SiNKPPG2ZY-0/w640-h366/Backwoods026.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><p></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQfUYN9R9bJEksk49Gpj0OvFFTDu441sA28FV10OcFJiOc3NTWJhjtlSI6PC1N5NgnF3Ap8g5r0DR4pL3HhSqz9qMyHSJ27xIHc60fLvwADKisa_90a9GKXi3vayLH55gm-2PfGo_FgQ/s1300/Backwoods028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1038" data-original-width="1300" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQfUYN9R9bJEksk49Gpj0OvFFTDu441sA28FV10OcFJiOc3NTWJhjtlSI6PC1N5NgnF3Ap8g5r0DR4pL3HhSqz9qMyHSJ27xIHc60fLvwADKisa_90a9GKXi3vayLH55gm-2PfGo_FgQ/w640-h512/Backwoods028.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><p></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Could
it?</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">To
be continued </span></span>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The
Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn</b></span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Prologue</b></span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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 18<sup>th</sup>
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”. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
he turned a corner, he noticed a path leading off the road at the
entrance to which was a large sign which stated <b>PRIVATE – No
Trespassing</b>. 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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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 “<b>NO TRESPASSING – Violators will be ...</b>”
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. </span></span>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
ran to the edge of the lake before stripping off his underwear, then,
when fully naked he plunged in.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.
</span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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<br />
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl93eF_urxRowjfA-nPJCcrquWlHZxiNL-ce1lUuBr8yDBB6zTzVEL2eSDV9JKp5YHPxKWipHhjXI3CQBDhTg4IaEn9KVQiooTRKZsuU2w6Urm5tFbpUahhrK4gy1-WluoU1KoK2jZ52M/s1300/Backwoods006.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="865" data-original-width="1300" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl93eF_urxRowjfA-nPJCcrquWlHZxiNL-ce1lUuBr8yDBB6zTzVEL2eSDV9JKp5YHPxKWipHhjXI3CQBDhTg4IaEn9KVQiooTRKZsuU2w6Urm5tFbpUahhrK4gy1-WluoU1KoK2jZ52M/w640-h426/Backwoods006.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGLzBk6T51bNF1DGy_ivmFwRMi6HoRGwTu-G4f-OGLClUpW47_utM9WQI-6MieiVV7JTfDWUcS7CiZaPJommii_9grYR8oxNpjNdg7tAt0PQRyHbfVjhbSdAkyZeGRJsdEN5qiHEviqw/s1300/Backwoods007.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="873" data-original-width="1300" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGLzBk6T51bNF1DGy_ivmFwRMi6HoRGwTu-G4f-OGLClUpW47_utM9WQI-6MieiVV7JTfDWUcS7CiZaPJommii_9grYR8oxNpjNdg7tAt0PQRyHbfVjhbSdAkyZeGRJsdEN5qiHEviqw/w640-h430/Backwoods007.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span><p></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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?</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
thought had hardly left Finn's head, when his bad luck got even
worse! </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">An
angry voice behind him boomed <b>“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?, What are
you doing?” ….CAN'T YOU READ?”</b></span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh79Dvmit4BoWZcXPPSGvMdr-x5aRKKJmPc9hamzeYFpP3EJ_2mjJ4WFM4LZcZ7AHhFAlan1s-6DL6xX0T4bOD9Z8hLLgYLMA8g-77VUSiCZ2iFP6e1IBaNjqNGQTN1JMhXARrDdtiN0eo/s1300/Backwoods008.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="934" data-original-width="1300" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh79Dvmit4BoWZcXPPSGvMdr-x5aRKKJmPc9hamzeYFpP3EJ_2mjJ4WFM4LZcZ7AHhFAlan1s-6DL6xX0T4bOD9Z8hLLgYLMA8g-77VUSiCZ2iFP6e1IBaNjqNGQTN1JMhXARrDdtiN0eo/w640-h460/Backwoods008.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">THE
SIGN SAYS 'No SWIMMIN'” snapped Otis “CAN'T YA' READ?”</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Finn
did not answer, he just shrugged and quickly Looked around him trying
to remember where he had dropped his underpants.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!” </span></span>
</p>
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</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvGA9ciLV7fyXvNWSmvvrJwNo185PXQlfM53FsbGh1pRlDuu8sXpmbzOOQOOpXHQEaBFHJIMHym9vWsgbgVkTS-RvzxUW_pKSTo4jSXxbGfufLqNEIZrb5ualGXT7MHF0HkKDgEJ8DQU/s1300/Backwoods009.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="878" data-original-width="1300" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvGA9ciLV7fyXvNWSmvvrJwNo185PXQlfM53FsbGh1pRlDuu8sXpmbzOOQOOpXHQEaBFHJIMHym9vWsgbgVkTS-RvzxUW_pKSTo4jSXxbGfufLqNEIZrb5ualGXT7MHF0HkKDgEJ8DQU/w640-h432/Backwoods009.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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 “<b>No
Trespassing, Violators will be Spanked</b>”</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">What
on..?” yelled a slightly alarmed Finn “That's crazy, you have to
be joking!” </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">It
means exactly what it says boy!” sneered Otis “If you ignore
warning you're going to pay the consequences!” </span></span>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Let
go of me you redneck moron!” snarled Finn struggling to free
himself from Otis's grip “You are not doing that to me !!!”</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Otis
grinned “Oh yes I am boy! It's what you deserve!”</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
older man dragged the struggling and protesting younger man along the
back to where an old tree stump provided a convenient seat.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Otis
sat down on the tree stump, sat down and pulled Finn face down across
his lap. </span></span>
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!”</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!!</span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
</p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMiEv8C2WxqphkE1hT3FI1oz0uRCVZFVqFiUdac-lB1vo6oIwGDWYMNc6LtdluRjFEnwOXH6O46hZEDnLE_CO9G0OhF9McCPqoJKJkPm81Na7ysMDOWjWQ2AEruQMUWbqZ5LIZqDHMulI/s1300/Backwoods009a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="993" data-original-width="1300" height="488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMiEv8C2WxqphkE1hT3FI1oz0uRCVZFVqFiUdac-lB1vo6oIwGDWYMNc6LtdluRjFEnwOXH6O46hZEDnLE_CO9G0OhF9McCPqoJKJkPm81Na7ysMDOWjWQ2AEruQMUWbqZ5LIZqDHMulI/w640-h488/Backwoods009a.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> 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. </span></span>
<p></p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Unknown
to Otis, the smacks were also connecting with the still very sore
jellyfish sting, thus adding to young Finn's discomfort.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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. </span></span>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Otis
laughed contemptuously “I'd like to see you try!” he snorted.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!”</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Meanwhile,
Otis causally picked up the rifle which Finn had dropped as he fell,
and now he aimed that at Finn.</span></span></p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!” </span></span>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">M
..my clothes!” stammered Finn</span></span></p>
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“<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!”</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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!”</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">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.</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sore
bottomed Finn's unlucky day was not over yet!</span></span></p>
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<span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>TO
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<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff3333;"><b>Warning</b></span>
The Humiliation of Redman Dane features a male being humiliated and
punished by various females</span></span></p>
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Dane </span></span>
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<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #ff3333;"><b>Warning</b></span>
the story involves the punishment and humiliation of an arrogant
young man by various women. If this does not appeal don't click on
the link </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>The
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Still
holding Jordan firmly by the ear, Ranger Tartarus dragged the
protesting and stark naked 19 year old into the living room, where to
Jordan's embarrassment three figures were waiting for them. Two
policemen, and an older gentleman, whom Jordan recognised as their
neighbour old Sam Huckerman, someone he had certainly not been hoping
to see.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">All
three man had serious facial expressions, but there was a glint in
each of their eyes which made Jordan keenly aware of his nakedness,
He quickly clasped his cock and balls in his hands in an effort to at
least hide them, although he had a creeping suspicion that, like the
ranger, they would have equal, or likely greater, interest in another
part of his anatomy altogether!! </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It
was so “so damn embarrassing being totally naked while being stared
at by fully dressed people” he thought, without knowing how much
more embarrassing his situation was about to get. </span></span>
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releasing Jordan's ear, Ranger Tartarus turned to him, with what
passed for a serious expression, but with the usual mocking twinkle
in his eyes “These Officer's want to speak to you Jordan ….
regarding an … unexpected discovery …. I made earlier!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One
of the two policemen stepped forward, and held up an item which
Jordan, to his dismay, instantly recognized. “Your guardian was
complying with medical instructions, and placing all your jeans,
pants and other … 'bottom covering' garments in safe keeping this
morning, and he came across this credit card!” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A
credit card in my name!” tutted old Mr Huckerman from his seat in
the corner.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That
is correct” continued the Officer “The Card is in your neighbour
Mr Huckerman's name, yet it was in the pocket of your jeans, in your
closet!.... how do you explain that?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I...I...I
found it in the street …. I 'gulp' was gonna' return it … but I
forgot!” stammered Jordan, realising just how fake his words
sounded as they left his pouting bad boy lips</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sorry
young man, but that doesn't explain this document, which your
guardian also found, this time hidden at the back of your underpants
drawer!” he held up a crumpled sheet of paper “this is the
statement matching this credit card, and showing a list of items
purchased with the card!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A
long list of items!” commented Ranger Tartarus helpfully “a very
long list!”.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Many
of the recently purchased items on this list, match items which your
guardian found either in your closet, such as $400 trainers, a $900
watch and tickets to The FireStarter's next gig! Or the skateboard
and $5,000 motorbike in the garage!” He frowned “None of which
are items Mr Huckerman is likely to buy!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What's
a 'skateboard'?” asked Mr Huckerman with a confused frown</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">How
do you explain this?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I....I
…..I ..!” spluttered Jordan</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
combined items on bill amount to a total of $13,725, which
constitutes a serious theft!” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">THIRTEEN?
Huh?” grinned the Ranger “Unlucky for you Jordan!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
officer continued “I believe that, whilst you were pretending to
assist Mr Huckerman with his garden and household maintenance, you
filled out a credit application in his name, and then stole the card
and subsequent bills when they arrived!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
thought he was being so helpful!!” grumbled Mr Huckerman “I
thought he was a well brought up young man!” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
glowered at the old man<i> “The old perv only asked me to do the
chores so he could leer at me with my shirt off!”</i> he thought,
while wisely stayed silent, as his mind raced, in an attempt to think
of a glib explanation to get himself out of trouble. Sadly for him,
no idea came, largely due to the fact the scenario which the police
officer had described was exactly what he had done. However, with so
much happening recently, he had forgotten to cover his tracks.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
sincerely hoped the Ranger never found out what had happened to their
other neighbour Mrs McFarland's silver dinner service, which she
still imagined was carefully stored away in her attic. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
ranger, was, of course, fully aware of Jordan's habit of burglaring
his neighbours, but had that information stored for future use. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Your
guardian has advised us that you are already subject to a court
order, as a result of previous offences!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Which
is the reason Jordan has to carry on living at home until he's 21
…... another TWO YEARS!” said the Ranger with an amused grin “and
why he needs a babysitter!” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Despite
the seriousness of the situation, the word 'Babysitter' still
infuriated Jordan, who gritted his teeth and glowered at Tartarus.
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
Police officer's expression became even more serious “Because of
your criminal record, if we charge you with such a large theft, it
will inevitably lead to a lengthy prison term!” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Woooooh!
Said the Ranger “A pretty boy like you is gonna' be mighty busy in
prison Jordan!” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No
...No! .. it was wasn't me that done it!” stammered a now panicking
Jordan “It must have been Timmy … or Louisa the maid!</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
sorta' doubt that a judge will believe your little brother bought
trainers three sizes too big for him, and hide them in your closet”
said the younger of the two policemen, who had been sitting silently
observing, as he crossed the room and placed his hand on Jordan's Shoulder.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Or
that a heavy set 45 year old Mexican lady would buy a skateboard!”
added Tartarus chuckling at a mental image his words had painted.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Don't
sweat Sport!” The Ranger continued “It's your lucky day!! As any
loving 'guardian' would, I have persuaded Mr Huckerman not to press
for charges, and with the officers have agreed not to officially
record the crime …. this time. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan's
initial relief did not last long, he caught sight of a brief grin
flickering on the edges of the younger policeman's mouth, and
immediately guessed there would be a catch …. He was not wrong</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">However!”
said the first policeman “There are conditions! The credit card
bill has to be repaid … and you need to be punished!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
rangers gin now seemed to run from ear to ear as he said “Mr
Huckerman had kindly agreed to allow you to repay the first three
thousand you owe him my taking bare bottom spankings …. at $100 a
spanking!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With
me watching” added Mr Huckerman eagerly “With me watching, that's
what I agreed!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Indeed!”
snapped the policeman “Mr Huckerman's generous concession is
dependant on him having the …. ahem.... satisfaction of observing
you get what you deserve!!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
glowered at the old man, he remembered the “Hot Bottoms”
magazines he had seen when rummaging though his neighbour's study,
looking for cash, and guessed Huckerman would enjoy the show even
more than he admitted.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No
way!” snarled Jordan “I ain't taking no more spankings!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sorry
sport, but you don't get a vote!” grinned Ranger Tartarus “Your
Daddy put me in authority, an' I've agreed the deal on your behalf!”
he walked over and placed his hand on Jordan's shoulder “So your
cute little bare butt is gonna' get good and toasted!! the Doctor
said it would do you good, an' it's gonna'do all of us a power o'
good to watch!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
turned to the first policeman “Over to you Officer”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
first cop took a firm grip of Jordans arm and pulled him towards one
of the couches in Jordan's father's spacious living room “As part
of the agreement with your guardian and Mr Huckerman, My Partner and
I have agreed to call here twice a week, to spank you until your debt
to Mr Huckerman is repaid!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
first part of the debt!” added Tartarus, swiftly correcting the
officer.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">T..twice
a week?” stammered Jordan</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Do
the math Jordan!” laughed The Ranger “That's only 15 weeks, it
will be over by Thanksgiving ….. unless we discover some other
crime before then!” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now
in a serious state of panic, Jordan's eyes darted round the room in
search of a means of escape, but every potential exit was blocked,
and, as if reading his mind, the policeman had painfully tightened
the grip on his arm.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then,
before Jordan could even react, the Policeman sat down and pulled
Jordan after him, forcing him to land in what was becoming a very
familiar 'over the knee' position, with his bare bottom raised and
presenting a perfect and tempting target! </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">At
that moment, a fifth person, who Jordan instantly recognised as his
cousin Harley, and who his seriously despised, walked into the room.
“<b>GET OUT!</b>” Jordan shouted angrily “What's he doing
here?!” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
was going to tell you!” replied the ranger with a grin “Harley
will be visiting for the next two months as he's going to Summer
school here, you will be seeing a lot of him and his buddies ….
that will be fun for you!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hi
Jordan!” sneered Harley with a pantomime like grin on his face.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
scowled back and angrily gritted his teeth. Harley was just a few
months younger than Jordan, and the cousins had hated each other for
years, mostly because Jordan considered himself superior to Harlery
in every conceivable way and was always furious when Harley proved
himself to be the brighter of the two, and frequently outsmarted his
older cousin.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hence
Jordan, being physically the stronger of the two, had bullied Harley
mercilessly, whenever they met. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
knew that the dislike was mutual and had no doubt how much Harley
would enjoy seeing him in this situation. He also knew for certain
that the sneaky blabber month would tell everyone what he'd seen.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Harley
was not the only one watching in thrilled anticipation of what he was
about to witness. Old Mr Huckerman could hardly contain his
excitement. It had not taken much persuasion to get him to agree to
the Ranger's suggestion that Jordan should repay at least some of the
money he had stolen by taking spankings. He had long cherished a
fantasy of disciplining His young neighbour and to watch a handsome
young policeman doing the deed was a dream come true. Being a wealthy
man, he felt $3,000 was more than worth paying to watch the cute
young athlete get his tail roasted.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
contemplated writing about the experience in a letter to one of the
specialist periodicals he subscribed to, but suspected nobody would
believe him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Calvin
Peach, the younger of the two police officers, was almost equally as
excited by what was about to unfold, albeit with rather less fear of
cardiac arrest than that which was currently niggling Sam Huckerman.
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Although,
as necessitated by his career choice, Officer Peach was well adept at
hiding his true nature, he had privately developed a growing interest
in the corporal punishment of handsome young male offenders. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On
any number of occasions when apprehending a well favoured young
miscreant he had resisted the impulse to place the individual over
his sturdy knee and and delivered justice there and then with the
palm of his hand. Now that was about to happen for real! </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
his wide dark hazel eyes focused intently on Jordans perfectly
formed, and, for now, snowy white bottom, he pondered on the fact
that not only did the prospect of Jordan receiving a very sore rear
end in punishment for him crime, appeal to his sense of justice, it
would be damn entertaining to watch!! He leaned forward in order to get a better view. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
thoughts of the older of the two policemen, Officer Hesketh, may be
of less interest to readers. He felt no arousal at what he had
agreed to do, indeed as a deeply religious man, the idea that others
in the room might find it so would have mystified him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That
is not to say that Brian Hesketh did not wholeheartedly approve of
the solution which Ranger Tartarus had proposed, although it was an
“out of the box” proposal, the best ideas often were, and he
could see the logic. Being committed to rehabilitating young
offenders he was sure in the long run this would be in the Jordan's
best interest. It was surely better that Jordan should have to live
with a sore bottom for a few months, than to ruin his future with a
prison sentence and expose him to bad influence of of career
criminals.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
would take no pleasure from the task in hand, but intended to
participate with enthusiasm, convinced that the longer Jordan's
bottom stung, the longer he would behave. Officer Hesketh was
unaware that of the humans in the room, he and Jordan were the only
heterosexuals. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Being
ambidextrous, Officer Hesketh was able to use both hands with equal
dexterity, and it was with his left hand that he started off the
spanking, raising it high in the air and brought it down in a wide
and fast sweep, his hard and sun baked, leather like, palm colliding
with Jordan's daisy white bare with a resounding<b> SSS..MMAAAACCK!</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That
blow was swifty followed by a second, third, fourth and fifth
resounding <b>WHACK</b> which reverberated round the room like rapid
fire gun shots.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Officer
Peach stepped forward to get a better look, fascinated by the sight
Of Jordan's beautiful pearly white bottom as to began to turn pink
under the onslaught of his fellow officer's flexible hand. In doing
so Peach had inadvertently blocked old Mr Huckerman's view causing
the old to irritatedly snap, “get out of my way man!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brian
Hesketh continued to diligently spank Jordan, convinced as he did so,
that each smack would go some way towards reforming this young
criminal, and that the harder he smacked the more effective they
would be.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
officer was in no way discouraged by the decidedly um-reformed curses
and yells Jordan soon began to make, if anything they just increased
his conviction and zeal </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>For
the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but
later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have
been trained by it!” </i><span style="font-style: normal;">he
chanted, quoting a suitable passage from Hebrews </span><i>“the rod
and reproof give wisdom!</i><span style="font-style: normal;">” he
continued, skipping back to proverbs as he continued to spank the
upturned bottom resting in his lap.</span></span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Screw
your fucking rod and reproof!” screamed Jordan, “let me go!” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Buddy,
can he help hold him still!” said the policeman turning to his
colleague.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Of
course!” replied Officer Peach enthusiastically “In fact it is my
turn!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If
you want to try, be my guest!” replied Officer Hesketh, as Jordan
struggled to escape. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan's
attempts at escaping were futile, as despite his fitness he was
quickly overpowered, by the two even fitter older men, who had been
trained in unarmed combat. Within moments he fond himself in the
sale “Wheelbarrow” position his father had spanked him in the
garage a few days before, but, this time with his legs on either side
of Officer Beach's firm and muscular torso.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here
Officer, save you hand and use this!” grinned Ranger Tartarus,
producing and old style, rubber soled bedroom slipper, which had been
conveniently lying under the table.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thank
you Sir!” grinned Officer Peach quickly grabbing the slipper from
Tartarus's hand and tapping the sole against the palm of his hand,
“that will certainly do nicely!” he laughed “He'll feel that!!”
before quickly adopting a serious expression “Which he deserves,
and needs to!” </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then
the two officers began taking turns slapping Jordan's vulnerable bare
butt cheeks, Officer Hesketh with his large hard and leathery hand
while Calvin Peach enthusiastically deployed the slipper.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Peach
had accurately predicted that Jordan would “feel” the slipper, as
was evidenced by the yelps and cusses which were soon echoing round
the room in accompaniment to the WHACKS! And “SMACKS! Of the
vigorously applied slipper and hand.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Over
the next few minutes a grinning Ranger Tartarus, a beaming Hadley and
a profusely sweating Mt Huckerman watched intently as Jordan was
spanked in various position </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">until
his bottom was glowing red.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Finally
it was over, and Jordan was allowed to clamber to his feet, his bare
and well spanked rear glowing like an alarm beacon.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well
done sport !” grinned the ranger “You have just paid $100 of your
debt to Mt Huckerman ….. which leaves only $2,900 to go!” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Remember
I am more than happy to call here twice a week when I am off duty to
help out!” offered Officer Peach eagerly</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thanks
that will be helpful!” relied the Ranger, giving Calvin a knowing
look, which made a shiver go down the younger man's spine.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's
not fair!” snapped a still defiant and un-remorseful Jordan</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ignoring
Jordan, the Ranger continued “Now we need to deal with the other
ten thousand and seven hundred you owe Jordan!” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">To
Jordan's horror he realised that fifteen weeks of spanking was just
the start of what the his Hell spawn Babysitter had in store for him.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Don't
worry Jordan, I have arranged for you to work some of that off by
doing gardening and odd jobs for all the neighbours in the street!”
said Tartarus in a casual, throw away, manner “Of course, you won't
be able to wear pants, but I have explained to the locals all that
you have a burnt and stung ass ….. rectum, and they are very
understanding!” before adding “I am sure they will make a point
of coming out to watch and …...... support you!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
gaped at Tartarus in stunned silence attempting to process what had
just been said to him. Was he really expected to work outside, bare
butt!!??!! and had that damn ranger actually told the whole
neighbourhood that he'd burnt his asshole?!!</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh
yes” added Tartarus and I have agreed to run one of the attractions
at the local charity fair …. the 'Test Your Strength' stall, you
can help out with that too!!” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan's
mouth fell open, there was something about the Ranger's tone which
told him that, whatever this damn Babysitter from hell had planned,
it was not something he would enjoy!!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ol'ButtWarmer</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Art
by Jonathan colour by BuckcuB</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">(Thanks to QBuzz for reminding me about this picture)</span> </span></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871222854208349212.post-80480613328694516872020-06-14T06:41:00.000-07:002020-06-14T06:41:51.115-07:00The Humiliation of Redman Dane<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
have received a number of requests to include Female Domination and
CFNM in Sore Bottomed Guys. However, I have decided not to do so. My view is that
Sore Bottomed Guys is primarily a male on male site. Women may
feature from time to time, as with the heroic Cindy Mae in “The
Shaman's Revenge”, and obviously in crowd scenes, but the main
interaction will continue to be between males. Sorry to disappoint
F/M fans</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">However,
for those you do wish to see handsome young men punished by Strict
Women, I have created a separate blog entitled “<a href="https://redmanshumilation.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><b>The Humiliation of Redman Dane</b></a>.” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
Humiliation of Redman Dane is a breeches ripping tale of the
misfortunes of an arrogant young gentleman in Edwardian England. This
is a partially Fem Dom / CFNM story, created following numerous
requests. Therefore, in addition to the usual Sore Bottomed Guys
features, the young hero is also humiliated and punished by females.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If
this does not appeal to you please do not read further, However,
those who do wish to see more please click </span></span><a href="https://redmanshumilation.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #ffff66;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>HERE</b></span></span></span></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: maroon;"><b>WARNING</b></span><span style="color: maroon;">:</span>
The Humiliation of Redman Dane features young men being humiliated
and punished by females, if you don't wish to see that don't click on the link</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The
Shaman's Revenge Part 20</b></span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
uncomfortable and humiliating experience with the soap had left Chase
in a very angry mood, this combined with the fact he had been placed
in a cell with three big, strong, long term convicts who's idea or
recreation was spanking his butt, was stinging the young would be
mugger's pride as much as his bottom, and increasing his bad temper.
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">To
make matters worse there was still no sign of the promised prison
uniform. As a result Chase was still stark naked, which, in itself
was embarrassing and inevitably made him the butt of the other
convicts' cruel sense of humour.</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">This
came to a head when he was making his way back to his cell and a
convict blew a loud wolf whistle and mockingly shouted “That's a
cute little butt you got there Blondie, I bet your new Daddies just
LUV spanking that!”</span></span></div>
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“<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">F***ing
shut up!” snarled Chase spinning round, and punching the mocking
con on the jaw, knocking him to the floor.</span></span></div>
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his anger, Chase had not noticed two prison guards standing nearby,
until they immediately rushed forward and grabbed hold of him.</span></span></div>
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“<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">That
was an act of violence, which is strictly against prison rules!”
one boomed </span></span>
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“<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tell
that to my damn cell mates!” snapped Chase “What they do to me
is sure violent!!”</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
guard ignored Chase's reply and continued “There is a punishment
for cons who act violently!” He said “And that's the electric
chair!” </span></span>
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“<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">What
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“<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's
not crap Buddy!” replied the second guard, leaning close to Chase's
face “You are getting the electric chair!”</span></span></div>
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“<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yeah!
Ol' Buttwarmer will teach you to behave!” grinned the fist guard
maliciously </span></span>
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“<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">What
are you talking about?!” asked an increasing alarmed Chase</span></span></div>
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“<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
will see!” laughed the the first guard as the two officers began
pulling Chase down the walkway between cells </span></span>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chase,
couldn't believe what was happening, surely they were not planning to
execute him just for hitting someone, especially as con he had hit
was already sitting up and rubbing his chin. He had heard the state
still permitted the use of the electric chair, but only for murder,
after a trial and years of appeals, so how could this be happening?</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Were
the guards planning to kill him? He was starting to get seriously
scared. “Guys … be reasonable .. I only tapped him...!”</span></span></div>
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“<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yeah?”
sneered the second guard “like you only tapped your girlfriend?”
then the two men continued to drag Chase through the prison. How
come they all knew about his fight with that bi**h Sandie Ann? </span></span>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
guards led Chase down a flight of stairs and down a corridor to a
large door, which they unlocked and pushed him in.</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">In
the middle of the room was what appeared to be a metal chair, with a
strange object protruding from the seat. This did not resemble any
illustrations Chase had seen of execution style electric chairs, but
he certainly did not like the look of it.</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Before
he knew what was happening, the two guards, acting in unison, turned
and lifted him off the floor, each with one arm under his shoulders
and the other under his knees. They then began carrying him towards
the metal chair.</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
they approached the chair, Chase realised that what he had thought
was an object resting on the chair, was in fact moulded into the seat
itself in the same metal and shaped like a large erect male penis. </span></span>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
could not believe that the men actually expected him to sit on the
seat … but they did. To his horror, he realised what that would
mean!</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Once
they reached the chair, the guards began lowering him onto the huge
metal dick. Chase protested loudly and attempted to struggle, but
they held him firmly and continued to lower him onto the steel
erection.</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">For
a moment progress was stalled when the tip of the metal penis pressed
against Chase's tight butt hole. However, the guards knew what they
were doing and pressed firmly down on Chase's hips, until the tight
pucker began to give way and the artificial penis began slowly
forcing its way up into him. </span></span>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chase
gasped and cried out at such a significant penetration, but he could not prevent himself from gradually slipping lower onto the shaft, as
bit by bit more of it slid inside him, until he was actually sitting
on the seat, with the metal penis up his ass.</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
guards then strapped Chase's wrists to the side of the chair with
leather straps, so that he was tied to the chair and unable to stand
up, or lift himself off the metal penis, which was now uncomfortably
embedded into his anus. even though he struggled to free himself, he
has held in place.</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">This
was the third and by far the hardest and largest thing to be forced
inside him in less than 24 hours, and he did not enjoy the sensation.
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">However,
that was not his only concern. He looked down and saw a small square
box attached to the leg of the chair from which a length of wire ran
across the floor to the wall. It seemed the chair was connected to
the mains.</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">One
of the guards walked over to the wall where there was a control
panel, he flipped a switch and and made a slight adjustment to the
dial next to it.</span></span></div>
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“<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">OUCH!”
shouted Chase, as a tingling jolt of electric current ran through the
seat of the chair beneath his butt cheeks and up the metal penis
stuck inside him.</span></span></div>
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“<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">So
Blondie, what do you think of the electric chair?” laughed the
guard “That's the lowest setting!”</span></span></div>
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“<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Get
me off this fucking thing!” shouted Chase</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
guard grinned and turned the dial again sending a marginally stronger
surge of electricity up through the chair and into Chase.</span></span></div>
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“<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">AAAGGHHOOO!”
yelled “Quit that will ya'!” </span></span>
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“<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
broke the rules Blondie, and you need to be punished! Another twist
of the dial sent a third bolt of electricity surging into Chase's
tender nether region </span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">For
the next twenty minutes the guards took turns in tormenting Chase
with a series of electric shocks of differing strengths, so that the
unlucky convict never knew whether to expect an irritating buzz, a
seriously painful electric shock sending a pulse of red hot fire into
his butt cheeks and up the metal penis jammed into his anal passage,
or some level in between the two. They did so knowing that the
uncertain anticipation of what would come next was torture in itself.
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">None
of the electric zaps were powerful enough to prove fatal to a healthy
young male or to actually cause injury, but they could certainly
cause pain and humiliation, which is what they did to Chase. The
guards were really having their fun with the unfortunate young
remandee. </span></span>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">A
person did not need to be a sadist to work a Smackover Butte
facility, but most guards soon became one. There was so much fun to
be had.</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Meanwhile
in the surveillance room, where all the cameras had now been loaded
with colour film, a third guard was eagerly recording the scene. He
guessed that the footage of Blondie Bubble Butt in the electric chair
could be profitable.</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
was not wrong, the latest instalment of “Prison Butt Punishment”
proved to be the highest selling item at adult video shops across the
country.</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
tape proved especially popular in Chase's local neighbourhood, where
the footage was soon being played and rewound and played again on
hundreds of televisions.</span></span></div>
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<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chase
didn't know it, but he was becoming a star.</span></span></div>
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To Be Continued ....</div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The
Shaman's Revenge – Part 19</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Next
Morning</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A
mocking voice rang out in the prison shower room “Hey Blondie! You
dropped the soap!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chase
turned round to see three grinning faces all looking at him with
malicious sneers, the tallest of the three naked men pointed to a bar
of soap, which Chase suspected had been deliberately placed on the
floor. He knew for certain he had not dropped it, as the bar he had
used was on the edge of the sink next to the showers.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Aren't
ya' gonna' pick it up then Blondie?” continued the tall convict.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Even
though it wasn't his soap, for a moment Chase wondered if the best
way to avoid trouble might have been to just pick up the soap,
however, from the expressions on the men's faces he guessed that was
just what his tormentors wanted him to do. He had heard tell that it
was dangerous to bend over to pick up the soap in prison showers and
decided not to take the risk.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It
ain't my soap!” he replied in as casual manner as he could muster
“I didn't drop it!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So
you're not gonna' pick it up?” sneered a second convict.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No!”
Chase replied defiantly </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
tall convict sauntered over to where the bar of soap was lying, he
picked it up and held it towards Chase “See, I picked it up for you
Blondie!” he grinned “You are an untidy little blondie brat
aren't you!” his grin broadened “Are you gonna' put it away
now?!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
told you Buddy, it ain't my soap!” snapped Chase beginning to get
irritated by whatever silly game the other guys were playing</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hey,
guys” laughed the tall con, “Little Blondie Bubble Butt is
refusing to put the soap away!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Shall
we tell his three new Daddies?” laughed a second convict “I
expect they will spank his cute little blond butt all night again, if
we tell them!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">They'll
spank him anyway!” laughed the first man “They're Spanking
Daddies!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Screw
you!” growled Chase, angered by the reference to his cellmates
earlier attack on him.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh
my! What a rude little brat Blondie is!” cried the tall convict in
mock surprise “I suppose we'll just have to put this here soapy bar
away for him, won't we guys?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yeah
we'll just have to put it way!” agreed the second con with a
snigger </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Before
Chase could react to what was happening, the two men closest to him
had lunged at him, grabbed hold of him, and proceeded to wrestle him
to the floor!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Let
go of me you fucks!” he shouted attempting to fight them off</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sadly
for Chase, although he could probably have matched either one of them
on their own, this was two against one, and within moments he was
face down on the floor, with one of the two men straddling him and
pinning him down. The second man, the taller of the two then got
between his legs and forced them apart.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
am just going to tidy the soap away Blondie!” he hissed “I'll
tuck it away nice and safe” with that, he parted Chase's butt
cheeks with one hand and pushed the bar of soap between them with the
other, pushing it against the tiny aperture between.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My
aren't you a tight one!” laughed the convict “Little Blondie
here is a virgin!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Not
for long, I guess” laughed a third convict, who had been watching
the scene.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chase
stiffened his muscles in an effort to prevent the unwelcome
intrusion, but his assailant responded by increasing his efforts to
force the hard carbolic bar into Chase's rigid little anus and
inevitably finally succeeded in shoving the soap between the lips of
their victim's tiny rectum, and pushing it up inside him with his
large probing fingers.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chase
gasped in shock at the uncomfortable alien insertion, so much larger
and harder than the doctor's finger had been earlier.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There
you are Bondie, we have packed it away for you!!” sneered the tall
convict “and you're nice and clean for your Daddies, if they want
to fuck you after they've spanked you!” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Look
guys, he's dropped more soap!” laughed the observer, holding up a
second bar of soap.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
tall convict eagerly took the second bar and was about to attempted
to insert that into the same orifice into which the first bar had
vanished, when a fourth convict appeared at the door to warn that a
guard was approaching. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
men jumped to their feet and swiftly threw the second bar of soap
into the sink. “It's your Lucky day Blondie!” laughed the tall
convict “But next time!” </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then
they were gone, leaving Chase on the wet floor, still struggling to
grasp what had just happened to him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
he staggered to his feet, a new emotion surged through him, up until
then his primary feelings had been shock and fear, but they were now
replaced by anger. Anger that he had been caught and then refused
bail, and fury at what had happened to him since he arrived at the
prison.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chase
was now a very angry young man intent on revenge. Nobody could do
what had been done to him, nobody could humiliate him and get away
with it, he thought!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">However,
unfortunately for Chase, his injured pride and his anger were no
match for the Shaman's curse!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On
the other side of town, the Shaman's main target was also just
stepping out of the shower.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
could not believe it, once again, he had gone to bed with a battered,
and, in this instance badly scorched backside which was so sore, it
had kept him awake for hours, before he had fallen into a fitful and
nightmare filled sleep. Yet again, in the morning his bottom was
back to it's pure, pert white and unmarked perfection.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Although
his new “guardian” The ranger, had left him tied up and sitting,
bare bottomed, on a red hot boiler for hours, there was no sign of
burning or charring to his smooth and tender skin, even in his most
intimate areas. Using his hands he spread his but cheeks and looked
back at the reflection in the bathroom mirror, and could see his
tiny, tight little butt hole, seemingly giving him a shy pink
puckering wink, unmarked, unscarred, and still unknown to man. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There
could only be one answer, his body clearly had amazing powers of
recovery.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Full
bottom recovery aside, there were still many pains in the ass in
Jordan's life, and, at the moment, the biggest pain was the sneering,
country Good ol' Boy, law man whom Jordan's step father had appointed
as his baby sitter in his absence. Of all the things now pissing
off Jordan, the very idea that he, at 19, needed a baby sitter was
beginning to rankle the most. His little bratty brothers might need
supervision, however, he did not, he determined to confront the
ranger and let him know exactly what he thought of the arrangement.
But first he needed to get dressed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">However.
When he pulled open the drawer which usually contained his
underpants, he found, to his amazement, that it was empty, he checked
the next draw and that was empty , and so was the drawer which had
previously contained his speedos and swimming gear. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
rushed to the closet, and to his increasing irritation, found that
all his jeans, chinos and shorts had vanished, even his two, rarely
ever worn, suits now only consisted of a jacket and no pants. There
were vests, T-shirts and sweat tops, but, socks aside, there was
nothing to wear beneath the waist. Someone had removed all his pants
and underwear, and he had a damn good idea who! </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bare
bottomed and furious, he hurried back to the bathroom and grabbed a
towel, which he wrapped around his waist, before angrily making his
way downstairs to have it out with the damn babysitter, and demand
the immediate return of his property. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan's
new babysitter, Ranger Tartarus appeared to be expecting him, as he
was standing in the door way to the living room, a sardonic grin on
his face. Although on leave, he was dressed in casual blue denim and
appeared to have made himself very much at home.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
marched aggressively down the stairs and up to the grinning figure,
and stood in front of him, in an attempt at an alpha male pose, with
his legs apart and his fists clenched threateningly. “What have you
done with my pants and jeans?!!” he demanded “give them back to
me!!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
have put them away safely Sport!” replied Tartarus in an amused
drawl “You won't be needin' them for a while!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What
are you talking about?!” yelled Jordan, stepping forward menacingly
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Doctors
orders Sonny!” smiled the Ranger “The doc said you have to stay
bare butt for the next six weeks, an' I'm here to see to it!” …..
the grin grew broader “It's for your own good!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan's
mouth fell open, with all that had gone on with the injections and
being made to sit on the furnace, he'd quite forgotten what Doctor
Schultz had said about not wearing pants “He ...he … wasn't
serious!” he stammered “he can't have been serious!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
was very serious Sport!” the ranger stepped out of the door way and
closer to Jordan “And bare bottomed means no towels neither!”
then with on lightning quick motion, and before Jordan could stop
him, he grabbed hold of the towel, Jordan had wrapped round himself,
and whipped it away, leaving Jordan, once again, naked as a new born
babe.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Give
that back!” Jordan cried, his voice taking on a hysterical note. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Stop
whinin' Sport!” snapped the Ranger, “It's gonna' be a scorcher so
you won't catch cold!” he winked “'sides goin' nakid' is
healthier for the skin!” </span></span>
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“ <span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
don't care if it's healthy, I am not a nudist!” complained Jordan</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
are for the next six weeks Kiddo!” laughed the older man “the
BOTTOM half at least!!” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's
not funny!” grumbled Jordan</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That's
what you think!” grinned Tartarus “I think its hilarious, in fact
I think I'll suggest to the Doc we extend it by another month, right
through till fall!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">FUCK
YOU!” snarled Jordan</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Language
Junior” scolded the Ranger “We have company!”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What.....?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yup!,
I forgot to say, come through and meet our guests, they want to talk
to you!” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
am not meeting ….. guests … with no pants on!” Jordan growled
furiously!</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh
yes you can Sport!” grinned the Ranger “You are gonna' have to
get used to being butt nakid' and now is as good a time as any to
start!” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With
that, he grabbed hold of Jordan by the ear, and lead him across the
hallway to the living room door ….....</span></span></div>
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