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  • A Rainbow Coloured Comeuppance – By Funky Monster

    A Rainbow Coloured Comeuppance ( Pride Month Special)

    A Story by Funky Monster

    It was early June, and the air was already thick with pride flags and the buzz of end-of-school freedom. But for 18-year-old Eli Torres, life didn’t feel free at all.

    Eli was small for his age—about 5’6”, wiry, with brown hair, tan skin, and warm, dark eyes always edged with anxiety. Being openly gay in a high school like Ridgefield wasn’t easy. He had come out a year ago and had paid the price ever since in whispers, mocking nicknames, and one boy who made his life especially hard: Chase Danner.

    Chase was everything Eli wasn’t. Tall, muscular, with short-cropped brown hair and striking blue eyes, Chase played varsity football and ruled the hallways with his arrogance. His square jaw and smug grin made him the kind of guy people either worshiped—or feared. He was the son of Tom Danner, a single dad in his 40s who worked construction and raised his boy with old-school values. But even Tom had limits—and what he learned one day would shake his household and test everything he believed about manhood and justice.


    The incident happened on a humid Wednesday. Eli had just presented his Pride Month poetry in English class. It was personal, raw, and vulnerable. The applause was short-lived.

    As Eli walked down the hallway, Chase had intercepted him near the lockers, loudly mocking the poem in front of a small crowd.

    Nice love letter to your imaginary boyfriend, Eli. Bet he’s as fake as your masculinity.”

    Eli had stood frozen, heart racing. Chase wasn’t alone—he rarely was—but this time, he pushed it further. He held up a crumpled rainbow pin Eli had dropped.

    You dropped your flag, princess. Or do you want me to pin it where your kind likes it?”

    The hallway erupted with laughter.

    But it didn’t end there. Someone filmed it. The video was online before Eli got home. It went viral in local circles within hours.


    Tom Danner was just getting off a long shift. His hands were still dusty with drywall, his steel-toed boots clunking on the kitchen tile when he heard the ping of a new message from a coworker.

    He tapped the video open.

    By the time it ended, his jaw was clenched, and his ears burned. His son. His only boy. Humiliating another kid—in public—for something as personal as being gay.

    Hell. No.”

    He didn’t shout. He didn’t call. He didn’t storm into Chase’s room right then. Tom was a man who believed in controlled responses—especially when anger was involved.

    Instead, he made a call. To Eli.


    Eli hadn’t expected the voice on the phone.

    Eli? This is Tom Danner… Chase’s dad.”

    A beat of silence.

    I saw the video. And I want you to come over. Tonight. 6 PM.”

    Wh… why?”

    Because Chase is gonna learn what it means to make a real apology. I want you there to witness it. That alright with you?”

    Eli, stunned, whispered:

    Yes, sir.”

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  • April Fools’: Not So Funny Now, huh? – By Funky Monster

    April Fools’: Not So Funny Now, huh?

    Jake Thompson had always considered himself the king of pranks, and April Fools’ Day was his personal holiday. This year, he was going big. He spent hours crafting a fake eviction notice, complete with official-looking stamps and legal jargon, and posted it on the front door for his dad, Mr. Thompson, to find when he got home from the warehouse.

    The moment Mr. Thompson stepped inside, he saw the paper, read it, and immediately turned pale. “What the—? Evicted?!” His voice echoed through the house. Panic set in. He grabbed his phone, already dialing the bank.

    That’s when Jake jumped out from behind the couch, barely able to contain his laughter. “APRIL FOOLS!” he hollered, doubling over at his dad’s reaction.

    Mr. Thompson froze mid-call. Slowly, he lowered the phone, his face turning from pale to red—not from fear anymore, but from pure, unfiltered rage. His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed, and for a solid five seconds, he just stared at Jake, breathing heavily through his nose.

    Jake’s grin faltered. “Uh… Dad?”

    Mr. Thompson took one slow step forward. “You think this is funny?” His voice was eerily calm.

    Jake gulped. “I mean… kinda?”

    “Kinda?!” His dad exploded. “Do you have any idea what you just did?! I nearly had a damn heart attack! I called the bank! I was ready to fight for this house! And you—” He let out a deep, dangerous chuckle. “Oh, you are dead meat, boy.”

    Jake had about three seconds to realize he had really messed up before his dad lunged.

    “D-Dad, wait! It was just a joke—!”

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  • Spanking Fun With Funky Monster (Part 1 of 2)

    Time for some hot spanking images by Funky Monster

    Best Buds Spanked Side By Side

    Coach Gets A Spanking

    Good Grades /Bad Attitude

    Leadership is No Excuse, This is your Lesson

    To Be Continued

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  • It’s All Cupid’s Fault. By Funky Monster

    It’s all Cupid’s Fault

    By Funky Monster

    Valentine’s Day, again.  Brandon stood by the staircase window, watching couples stroll by, laughing, holding hands, and exchanging gifts. Meanwhile, he was as single as a dollar bill in an empty wallet. Every year, he prayed—begged—for love, and every year, he got nothing. Not a date. Not a romantic text. Not even an accidental love confession from a friend.

    “Maybe I’m cursed,” he muttered, sighing.

    Just then, a soft fluttering sound filled the air. A warm glow appeared behind him. Brandon turned, and there he was—Cupid himself, hovering mid-air, his chubby cheeks (both sets) glowing with divine radiance.

    “Hey, hey! No need to look so down, buddy,” Cupid said, flashing a grin. “Love works in mysterious ways, you know. Maybe this year—”

    Brandon sighed, nodding. “Yeah… I guess you’re right. Love is complicated. It’s not easy finding the right person. Maybe I just need to be patient, put myself out there more, work on—” He suddenly stopped, eyes widening as a realization struck him like lightning. “Wait a damn minute… this isn’t my fault at all!”

    His gaze snapped back to Cupid, now filled with righteous fury. “I’ve been patient! I’ve tried everything! But I’m still single because you aren’t doing your job!”

    Cupid blinked. “Whoa, whoa—hold on, pal. That’s not how divine matchmaking works! Love takes time—”

    Brandon wasn’t buying it. “Oh yeah? You’ve had years to do your job! Face it, Cupid, this is your fault!”

    Cupid gulped, sensing real trouble. “Look, Brandon, I know you’re frustrated, but let’s talk this out like rational—HEY!”

    Before he could escape, Brandon grabbed him, spun him around, and in one swift motion, bent him over the window ledge. With a quick tug, down came Cupid’s toga, pooling around his ankles, exposing his divine rear to the world.

    “Wait—WAIT! Let’s be reasonable!” Cupid squawked, struggling.

    Brandon cracked his knuckles. “Oh, I’m being very reasonable.”

    SMACK!

    “OW! Brandon, buddy, let’s not—AHH!”

    SMACK! SMACK!

    “You had ONE JOB, Cupid!” SMACK! “And you FAILED!” SMACK!

    Cupid flailed. “I—I tried! But love isn’t easy—YOWCH!”

    SMACK! “Not easy? NOT EASY? Then what are all these couples doing outside, huh? Playing Uno?”

    Cupid whimpered. “I can explain!”

    SMACK! SMACK!

    “No more excuses!” Brandon scolded, delivering crisp, sharp spanks. Cupid’s round cheeks glowed pink, then red, then deep red.

    “OKAY! OKAY!” Cupid yelped, his wings twitching. “I PROMISE! Next year, I’ll find you a partner! I swear on Aphrodite’s name!”

    Brandon paused. “Next year, huh?”

    Cupid nodded frantically. “Yes! Yes! Next year, you’ll be in love, I guarantee it!”

    Brandon narrowed his eyes. “And if you don’t?”

    Cupid gulped.

    Brandon raised his hand.

    “NOOO—okay, okay! I SWEAR! No more single Valentines for you! Just—please, my butt is on fire!”

    After what felt like an eternity, Brandon finally let Cupid go. The deity scrambled to pull his toga back up, rubbing his sore, punished behind.

    Brandon crossed his arms. “You better deliver, Cupid. Or next year, we’re doing this again—and I’m getting a paddle.”

    Cupid winced, flapping his wings. “Message received… loud and clear.”

    And with that, he poofed away, vanishing into the heavens—hopefully to do his job properly this time.

    Brandon smirked. “Happy Valentine’s Day to me.”

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