The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn ( Prologue)

 

The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn

Prologue

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^th birthday the previous year. It was one of the various luxuries he had become accustomed to while living at home in the city, and one of the few he had ben able to bring with him after being exiled to live with his step-father in what he liked to term “Rubesville”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“THE SIGN SAYS 'No SWIMMIN'” snapped Otis “CAN'T YA' READ?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M ..my clothes!” stammered Finn

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

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

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

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

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

TO BE CONTINUED

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The Shaman's Revenge Part 15

The Shaman's Revenge Part 15

After a sleepless night, Jordan was untied and dragged blinking into the day light by the Cody brothers, Floyd, Billy Bob and their brooding middle brother Seth. “It's time for you to earn your keep boy!” snarled Floyd “We're gonna' put you to work!”

“Please let me go!” wailed Jordan “My Dad's a rich man, he will pay for the eggs and milk I took!”

“SO!” growled the elder Cody brother “You think just 'cos your a rich kid you can steal from us farmers and that your rich Daddy can pay us off do you?” he moved closer to Jordan so that his craggy, unshaven face was inches from the frightened young jock's “Well that 'aint the way it works around here!” he hissed 

 

With that, the three men led the unhappy and naked Jordan out of the house and across a nearby field towards some old barns, as Floyd encouraged Jordan onward by jabbing his bare bottom with the sharply pointed spikes of his pitchfork.

Jordan considered attempting to escape, judging that in a sprint he could almost certainly have out run the more heavily built Codys. However, seeing the rile which Seth was carrying, he decided not to chance his luck, as although he could outrun the men he could not outrun a bullet. 

 

In order to further encourage Jordan. As soon as the group reached the barn, Floyd sat down on some bails of hay and threw the protesting young swimmer over his knee before proceeded to administer a hard hand spanking while Billy Bob held him down.

When Floyd had finished spanking Jordan, he handed control of the new and and unwilling ranch hand over to his bothers, and told them to put him to work in the hay barn, before heading off to another part of the ranch.

However, as soon as their elder brother had departed the scene, it became clear that, rather than working, the younger Cody brothers wanted to play with their new toy.

“Hey City boy!” Sneered Billy Bob “Make that squealy noise you made when Floyd” whupped your ass!” then he said something which sent a chill down Jodan's spine, as Cindy Mae's prophetic words from two days before echoed in his brain “Make like a little piggy city boy!”

“What .. what do you mean?” stammered Jordan

“I mean squeal like a piggy dumbo!” shouted Billy Bob, slapping Jordan's head with the back of his hand “Get down on your hands and knees and crawl like prime bacon!”

Jordan's instinct was to protest, but once again the sight of the rifle, which Seth was still holding, persuaded him to obey. Reluctantly he lowered himself onto his hands and knees and attempted to grunt in the manner he imagined most similar to a pig.

“No Dickhead” shouted Seth “you need to squeal like a cute little piggy, not grunt like a fat old sow!” 

 

“I can make him squeal!” laughed Billy Bob, picking up a large carrot “A piggy needs a tail!”

“Ha Ha!” laughed Seth “Pin the tail on …. er .. up the piggy!”

Billy Bob knelt down, and grabbed hold of Jordan and attempted to push the carrot up the prone jock's anus, as Jordan yelled in distress. “Please guys, stop, don't do this to me!!”

“This city boy, sure has a tight ass!” complained Billy Bob as he pressed the large carrot against the unyielding pucker of Jordan's instinctively contracted portal “I can't get it in!”

Here, Let me try , said Seth, taking hold of the carrot and kneeling down between Jordan's legs, while his brother straddled the unhappy jock and held his butt cheeks apart.

 

Seth gripped the carrot tightly in his fist and then rammed it deep into Jordan, forcing it between the tight pink lips of his anus and then up inside, as Jordan let out a shriek of discomfort and outrage.

“Yeah! , that's the noise piggy!” laughed Seth “that is a really piggy squeak!”

Over recent weeks Jordan had had the unaccustomed experience of various items being inserted into his tight virgin portal, but the massive carrot was the largest , by far the widest so far and certainly the most uncomfortable so far. It was also an unusual sight, to see a handsome young athlete on all fours with a large orange vegetable together with it untrimmed green plumage protruding from his rear, certainly more elaborately than any curly pigs's tail.

The Cody brother continued to have fun with their unlucky captive, making him crawl around the barn with one or other brother riding on his back.

“Crawl faster pork chop!” yelled Billy bob as he jabbed at Jordan's rear with his sharp pitchfork.

Eventually the Cody brothers tired of making Jordan act like a pig and roughly pulled the carrot out of his backside. However, they had other plans for him.

“I think this City Boy would maker a better rooster than a pig!” Laughed Billy Bob

“A rooster?” replied Seth quisically

“Yes with a big feathery tail!” replied Billy Bob

With that they dragged Jordan out into the meadow next to the barn, and tied his wrists and ankles together sop as to force him into a chicken like pose.

Then, after pulling a pair of leather gloves from his jeans pocket, Billy bob set about creating a “big feathery rooster's tail” with nettles and poison ivy, which he proceeded to shove unceremoniously up the tender part of Jordan where the carrot had previously been.

As the boys laughed uproariously, Jordan was forced to waddle around the farm yard clucking like a chicken, with his fiery, sting covered “Tail” flapping behind him, the combined nettle stings and poison ivy turning his tender orifice into a ring of fire, which was sure to burn for days afterwards.

Jordan's backwoods adventure was becoming very uncomfortable

To Be Continued ..

The Shaman's Revenge Part 13 (Unlucky for Jordan)

The Shaman's Revenge Part 13 (Unlucky for Jordan)

Jordan was a very unhappy jock, not only had he been abandoned in the middle of the great American wilderness, facing a walk of over 70 miles to get home, but he was bare ass naked as well.

If that was not bad enough in itself, he knew for certain exactly what would be happening within minutes of Cindy Mae Carpenter reaching the vicinity of a telephone. She would phone every member of her vast group of girlfriends to tell them that she had tricked that dumb jock Jordan Draper into stripping naked, then stolen his clothes and left him to walk home in his birthday suit.

He knew Cindy Mae well enough to know how much she would relish boasting about what she had done, and would make sure everyone knew every detail. No doubt she would embroider the details, to boost her role and make him appear even more comical than he already did. He cringed, at the thought of her yapping voice, trilling with excitement as he repeated the tale over and over again, and at the scornful laughter which would greet the message.

Then the friends, like a sonority from Hell, would tell their friends and then all the girls in town would tell heir boyfriends, and within 24 hours it would be the talking point of every bar and and locker room within a fifty mile radius. Everyone would have a good laugh at yet another total humiliation for the guy who, only weeks before had top jock on campus and master of all he surveyed.

He knew that his good looks and sporting prowess, combined with his arrogant manner meant a lot of people secretly resented him, and he knew just how much they would enjoy his comeuppance, and telling others about it. 

 

How could he ever live this down and face his team mates and buddies, let alone the local girls. The thought of their mocking laughter echoed in his head, as he walked disconsolately on through the forest .

An always in the background of his thoughts another face hovered, this time a male one, also wearing a scornful and mocking expression. Jordan had no idea how the ranger was behind what had happened to him, but, somehow he knew he was.

After walking for almost an hour his mind consumed by his mournful thoughts, he realised that he was no longer on the road. He must have left it without noticing and was now in open countryside. He quickly spun round and looked behind him, but there was no sign of the road, and he had no idea where he was.

As he stood there, a look of horror and fear on his handsome face the awful truth began to dawn on him, he was lost, naked and many miles from home.

He attempted to retrace his steps, but he had been so deep in thought he had not taken note of his surroundings and, therefore he could not identify any familiar location which would confirm he had been there before. The upshot was that within twenty minutes he had completely lost his bearings and was totally lost in increasingly unfriendly terrain.

He eventually reached a clearing in the middle of the forest, and found himself in what appeared to be an overgrow, and, he incorrectly assumed, unused, field, at the edge of which was a wire fence.

Jordan realised that as the fence was self evidently man made, there must be something beyond the fence, maybe the road, or some form of dwelling where he could get help, despite how embarrassing that might be. He therefore, made his way across the field towards the fence.

He say there was a notice on the fence, but assuming it was an order not to trespass, he did not bother to read it. He would have to trespass if he was going to find help.

When Jordan reached the fence he could see it was almost waist high, and that was no obstacle for a lithe young athlete such as Jordan, He could easily get get over such an easy object. 

Raising his body with one foot on tip toe, he lifted the other leg so that he was defectively straddling the fence. Unfortunately for Jordan, the ground beneath the one bare foot which was taking hs whole body weight was in fact the roof of a ground hog burrow. Hence at the very point where his tentacles, prostate region and tight, still in real terms virgin, anus were hovering above the wire. the ground beneath him gave way.

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The Sting of the Jungle - Boy's Return

 The Sting of the Jungle -Boy's Return

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Justice For Joel (Part 3)

Joel glowered at the group of, mostly bare chested young men, whom, his uncle had just announced would be his workmates. To his city-boy eyes, they all looked like a bunch of extras from some very uncool and, no longer politically correct, 1970's TV Western, and most deffinatelynot one he wished to become a cast member in.

The court had said nothing about him having to work as a ranch hand, and he had no intention of doing so.

“I 'ain't no inbred hill-billy like them!” he snarled “'an I 'ain't shovelling horse sh#t!”

He swung round, intending to march back to the ranch house in protest, but found that two of the ranch hands have moved behind him, blocking his path. “Get outa'my fucking way you retards!” yelled Joel, his attempt to hide his alarm by feigning anger betrayed by the shrill note in his voice.

“Retards? Huh?” replied Ash Amos, the marginally older of the two ranch hands blocking his escape, a slow smile crossing his ruggedly handsome face “That is not nice kid!”

“Don't call me kid you ….hick! ... let me pass!” spat Joel

“You are not going anywhere Kid!” replied Braden Garth, the younger of the two men.

With that, the two men roughly grabbed hold of Joel and, joined by a third man, Jareth Hunter, pulled him down on top of a bail of hay before beginning to undress him. At first Joel was stunned, not quite realising what the men were doing, but as one man's strong, work calloused fingers began unbuttoning his tight blue jeans, realisation struck him like a thunderbolt, and he started struggling and protesting furiously.

Poor Joel, fit, young and street smart he might be, but these men were well used to strenuous work, and he was no match against the three of them. Within moments, his jeans, sneakers, socks and shirt had been stripped from him, and all that still protected his remaining dignity were his, recently shoplifted, Hilfiger boxers, which his dad had innocently packed for him.

Finally, Joel struggled free clutching the waist band of his underpants in a frantic attempt to avoid these also being stripped from him, but tripped and fell with a heavy and undignified “Thump!” onto the barn floor. This caused general laughter among the men, and even Miles fought to suppress a smile.

Joel clambered to his feet, and glanced quickly around but saw to his dismay that all escape routes were blocked by grinning, and very muscular farmhands.

“What do you perverts want?” stammered Joel, attempting to sound tough, and failing totally “give me my clothes back!”

“'Perverts?' …. 'retards' ...'in-breeds' ... are we?” murmured Ash “Oh am I going to enjoy this!!”

“En... enjoy what?” shouted Joel, still failing to sound tough “What are you going to ….........?”

Ash moved towards Joel with a swaggering step, the lazy but laconic grin on his face sending an unwilling shiver down the younger man's back. He then spoke slowly, his country weathered drawl adding a menacing emphasis to his words. “We are gonna' spank your little city boy bottom boy!” he said “'an we're gonna' spank it so long, and so hard that you won't be inclined to sit on it for quite some time!”

“Fuck you!!” spluttered Joel “No way …. Fuck you!!”

Ash leaned forward, his face only inches from Joel's “No Kid!” his voice like a low growl “If anyone here gets fucked, it won't be us!”

With that, he grabbed Joel by the ear and dragged him across the barn to a pile of hay bails, on which he sat down before pulling the struggling and protesting younger man across his knee.

Once Joel was firmly in place, Ash reached out took hold of the waist band of Joel's boxers and with one well practised jerk of his wrist, pulled them down, revealing a bare bottom still pink from the earlier attention Joel had received from Miles' firm and very hard palm.

Ash and the other men all grinned, delighted to see how cute, hair-free and spankable Joel's butt was, this was going to be even more fun than they had thought.

Like most bad gamblers, Joel had hit a streak of bad luck, and making his luck even worse was being the owner of a bottom which people just wanted to spank, and one which, as we have established previously was particularly tender and sensitive.

Ash lifted his hand high above his head and then brought it down with a resounding WHACK! Across Joel's once again exposed and vulnerable behind.

The other guys all let out a cheer as the crowded round to watch the spectacle. Joel was not the first new ranch hand to suffer the initiation, but he was by far the hottest looking, and, from what the boss had told them, by far the most deserving.

Meanwhile, Miles stood back and watched the action, a smile of quiet satisfaction playing on his ruggedly handsome lips. Young Joel was going to get the justice the court had ordered, and which he had, in Miles' eyes more than earned after the way the young jerk had treated his father, Miles' younger brother.

Miles knew that he could depend on his fit and hearty workers to carry out Judge Flinthard's sentence, and supervise Joel, leaving him free to run the ranch, and step in to administer additional discipline himself when necessary.

He would need to keep an eye on some of the guys, particularly Ash, to ensure things didn't get out of hand, but he was confident that all would work well.

While Josh yelled, struggled and made threats he was in no position to carry out, Ash was now well in his stride spanking the unfortunate Joel's increasingly red behind, when he noticed the lad's rubber soled sneakers lying on the floor

“Hey Braden Buddy” he drawled “hand me that there white shoe!”

The handsome, sun bleached haired boy he had addressed, ran over grabbed one of Joel's sneakers and handed it to Ash.

Ash tapped the sole of the sneaker against the palm of his hand and smiled broadly “That will do the job just dandy!” he said

With that, Ash returned to spanking the unfortunate Joel's behind, this time with the the young dude's rubber soled sneaker, whilst Joel yelled in pain and protest, and the other men cheered in delighted approval.

 

“Carry on doing what you are doing boys” interjected Miles. “That is just what the court ordered!”

Finally, Ash pushed Joel off his knee “Time for you to start working Kid!” he barked. He picked up one of the pitchforks which the men had been using and held it out to Joel “Not get to work Kid!”

“Fu ….” spat Joel, wisely stopping himself at the last second

“You want more!!” demanded Ash, raising an eyebrow in an exaggerated quizzical expression.

A sullen glower on his face Joel snatched the fork and made a half hearted attempt at moving some loose hay around. One of the men, Ivan Cooper called out “You got a lot to learn kid, but we're here to teach you!” at which all the other men roared with laughter, at the shared Joke, which Joel failed to understand.

Miles picked up Joel's discarded clothes “I'll take these back to the ranch” he said “If you want the right to wear clothes again Joel, you are going to have to earn it!!”

Joel threw a furious look at his Uncle, the humiliating realisation that he would most likely be bare butt naked for days, possibly weeks searing through his already bruised ego. However, he could see from the expression on Miles' face that it was pointless to argue.

He turned away from the group of men and continued to jab at the mud outside of the barn. By turning his back, of course, his shiny red, and well spanked bottom was fully displayed, resulting in whoops of delight from the men.

“Now that's what I want to see!” said Miles pointing at the naked youth's glowing bottom “That is what the good judge ordered!” he turned to the men “It will be your job to ensure that it is a nice, healthy pink, just like that at the end of every shift. Can you do that for me?!”

“We sure can Boss!” grinned Ash Amos “You can rely on us”

“That's what I like to hear!” continued Miles “Now I need to make some calls, so I will leave you guys in charge!”

With that, Miles left them and made his way back to the ranch house carrying Joel's clothes, with a satisfied smile on his face.

The men stood around watching Joel as he continued to dig at the dirt outside the barn, unsure what he was supposed to be doing, angry he had to do anything, but keen not to provoke another spanking.

Hadley Granger had been standing and observing events, but now he decided to join the fun “You'll get nothing done at that speed fella'” he drawled “put some effort into it, will ya'”

He picked up a second discarded pitchfork and gave Joel a quick jab in his very sore and tender bottom.

Joel gave a yell of pain, dropped the pitchfork, and leapt round clutching his behind “You f##king red-neck c##t!!” he snarled “Don't you f##king dare!!”

“Don't … ahem .. dare what Fella'?” grinned Hadley

“Don't you dare jab my ass with that f##king thing, you moron!” snapped Joel furiously “Do that again and I'll put you on a f##king slab!”

“You'll what?” replied an incredulous Hadley “We'll see about that!”

“Well well!” Grinned Ash who had been watching with barely concealed amusement “It seems this youngun' has not learned his lesson!”

“Seems he needs more teaching!” replied Hadley making a movement towards Joel with his pitchfork

“Fuck you!” snapped Joel, jumping away from the sharp points, only to discover that he had jumped straight into the firm gripping hands of Braden and Jareth, who had quietly circled round behind him. “Let go of me you …...!”

“Yup!” growled Jareth “he sure needs more teachin'!”

The two men who had hold of Joel pulled him, wriggling and swearing into the barn, followed by Ash and Hadley who picked up discarded pitchforks as they did so.

Jareth and Braden pushed Joel down onto some bails of hay, while Hadly took a length of rope of the wall and cut it into two. He then handed one to Braden, who, assisted with Ash, tied Joel's hands behind his back. Then Hadley and Jareth used one end of the other length of rope to tie Joel's ankles together, after which he threw the other either ends of the rope over a beam.

It was at this point that Joel, who, until then had been struggling and cussing began to realise that he was seriously outnumbered and that he had made a bad miscalculation.

He tried to reason with the men, but his attempt at conciliation had come too late and the other ranch hands were now determined to “teach him a lesson” as they had promised.

Braden and Hadley both took hold of an end of the rope and began to pull, lifting Joel's feet, legs and then his bright pink bottom off the bail of hay and raising it into the air.

“Now that is a perfect target!” chuckled Ash

“W ...what are you going to do?” stammered a now very alarmed Joel

“We decided that its time you get the point kid” replied Ash “Ah ...My bad!” he corrected himself “make that points!”

The guys all began to approach the, now diaper positioned Joel, with their pitchforks aimed towards his uplifted bottom.

“NOOO!!” yelled Joel, please don't!! …. I'm sorry”

“Too late kid!” replied Ash as he jabbed at Joel's behind with his fork “We are gonna' stick you like a little piggy!”

With that the laughing farm hands began to jab at Joel with their forks. This was not the first time they had punished a lazy or careless ranch hand in this way, and although they were all now quite pissed with Joel, they had no intention of injuring him, or drawing any blood, just to make his already very sore bottom hurt even more, and to put Joel through a little more, in their view, well deserved, discomfort and humiliation. 

 

“AAAAOOOWW!” yelled Joel as Ash's fork jabbed into his left butt cheek, pricking his now very tender skin. Meanwhile Braden and Jareth pricked his right butt cheek with their forks, causing Joel to yell again “AAAAAAOOOOCH!!” ….”EEEEOOOWW!”

The jabs were relativity gentle, compared to what muscular young men wealding sharp objects could inflict, but because Joel's bottom was now so over-sensitive that the jabs hurt like fire.

Hadley stood back a little, laughing as he watched his fellow ranch hands jabbing at Joel. Then suddenly an idea struck him. Pulling a pair of thick leather gloves from his pocket, and left the barn, and returned moments later carrying a bunch of stinging nettles he had pulled from where they grew, next to the fence outside.

“Here guys” he said “I've had a better idea. We can really whack him with these!”

Thee guys all cheered with glee, as they each grabbed a hand full of stinging nettles from Hadley's bunch

“Oh yeah!” Laughed Ash, “this will really give him a sting in the tail!”

the group then set about beating Joel with the stinging nettles, with all the enthusiasm of a festival crowd attacking a Piñata, knowing that, unlike the pitchforks, they could now really punish the cute blonde jerk's deserving bottom, making sure it would sting for hours without causing lasting damage.

After all, as Ash said later, “you should never break toys which you plan to play with again ,

The so called diaper position was not only humiliating, but it ensured that Joel's most private and tender areas were totally exposed and vulnerable, and the guys took full advantage of that exposure and vulnerability.

Joel screamed and yelled in pain and outrage as the fiery tingling and burning caused of the cruel nettles spread across his butt cheeks and upper thighs livening up the tenderness and hypersensitivity resulting from the earlier spankings, until each stinging swat burned like a red hot coal.

His bottom would sting for hours, and this was just the start, Joel's time in the country would be long and uncomfortable.

TO BE CONTINUED