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Pete's Pride

Published: July 1st 2023, 8:49:29 am

“MOVE OUTTA THE FOCKIN WAY!!” The coarse voice bellowed past all the onlookers, some heading his words while others decided to plainly ignore him. This voice belonged to Pete, a self proclaimed business man and one that was tired from his laborious day of pushing a pencil and securing his 4th donut. His voice picked up again, “I know yah like sucking cock but do yah gotta make a parade about it!?” He called out again, this time getting more looks of anger than the initial looks of fear. “When's the last time you got an action, old man!?” called a random on looker and after that comment the door to Pete’s car flew open!
“OH- we gotta funny guy huh!? Let’s see how funny you are when I'm beating your ass!” Pete approached the random voice mainly just trying to scare the crowd away but as he began to roll up his sleeve reading for a fight he noticed it had gotten significantly darker. “Where the hell did-” were the only words Pete could get out before his undies were hoisted up his crack and began smothering his balls! Pete’s last word had been replaced with a high pitched squeak

as his struggling only earned his new wedgie to become higher and tighter! A small crowd had begun to form and as people looked on, a sense of justice overtook them as they saw the irony in the situation. “Hah! Glad to see the bully getting bullied!” “Nice pink speedo grandpa!” “Hah hah- yeah nice wedgie.” The last one sounded all too familiar to Pete and before he could check he was hoisted up to his “bully.”

As Pete was turned around there was an instant smell of musk and latex as he was face to face with a large bulldog donned in classic BDSM gear complete with a hat. Pete smiled trying to weasel his way outta the situation. “Hey! Your uh- Roxanne’s dad aren’t cha!? Well uh my son knows her boyfriend so uh we practically know each other!?” As the fat cat rambled he was slowly being walked over to a particular direction. Each step swung his body causing the cotton of his undies to somehow work themselves farther up his ass. As they neared their location the giant bulldog swung Pete around and with all his might he pulled up as hard as he could, finally causing the cotton to rip on Pete’s underwear sending him crashing down hard! As he began to regain his barings he noticed he was leaning on something wooden and before he could realize what it was another piece of wood came slamming down on his head locking his head and arms in this device. To Pete it was obvious what this was, it was a pillory…
A hailstorm of sweat erupted from Pete’s forehead as he now realized what was next in this junction as almost on cue a searing hot swipe of pain emanated from his ass as a loud CRACK!! reverberated through the crowd! “GAAHH!!!” Was all that emanated from Pete as well as a laundry list of pleas and excuses all of which seemed disingenuous. As Pete listed off his 4th nun he helped he felt a ball enter his mouth as his words were now reduced to muffled calls and screams. The bulldog spoke, “Y’know, I’d say count them out but- I feel like you're gonna lose count after 100.” And with that another red stripe showed up on Pete’s ass and the ball gag doing its job, muffled his scream as well as pleas.
After a couple of minutes of non stop paddling, somewhat goaded on by the crowd, the bulldog took a few steps back to admire his work. What laid before him was a nice rosy red ass complete with trembling legs and a ripped suit now! The bulldog was content with this action and as he began to put the paddle down he turned to the crowd and had a thought. “Hey! Who’s next!!” He called out and a dozen hands rose, essentially fighting for the paddle.
As for Pete all he could do was stand there and take the spanking as another hand raised up the same paddle ready for another round of discipline. Maybe next year Pete will think twice before trying to ruin Pride.