The Shaman’s Revenge – Part 4

The
Shaman’s Revenge (Part 4)

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Prologue
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3 

It
was a moot point as to whether it was further evidence of Jordan’s
bad luck, the Shaman’s curse, or merely his own misdeeds, which
caused the handsome young swimmer’s cute and sensitive, 18 year old
bottom to become the target of two teams of hostile, testosterone
driven, and very muscular late adolescent jocks, but either way, the
outcome was very uncomfortable and humiliating.
On their own, each boy would be charming and polite young gentlemen,
however, as history’s great generals, dictators and sports team
coaches were very aware, when you place healthy and hot blooded young
men such as these into a group and then set them loose, other more
primal instincts can come to the fore.
The
two teams of College age athletes were now a feral pack, acting in
unison and with one aim, and that was to inflict well deserved and
overdue punishment on Jordan Draper’s butt! 
 
When
the, normally timid, Toby Suter produced his little tube of extra hot
embrocation, they were unanimously, and enthusiastically, of the view
that this was the ideal substance to be liberally applied to
Jordan’s, now well paddled, bottom. Only Jordan took the view that
this was an exceedingly bad idea, but alas (or maybe hooray!) he was
overwhelmingly outvoted.
Hold
the jerk down!” laughed Scott Colby, as he and two of his classmates
forced Jordan into what was unquestionably the most undignified and
revealing wrestling hold it was possible for a naked male to find
himself in. On his back with his legs, and, by extension, his butt
cheeks, well spread so that his most intimate body parts were on full
display!!
Toby
removed the cap from the tube and squeezed a large dollop of
embrocation into his palm, and then kneeled down in front of Jordan’s
inverted and uplifted bottom. As he did so, he thought of all the
times that this, previously dominant, jock had intimidated, bullied and
belittled him. Toby was not a naturally cruel person, but he had
suffered at the hands of Jordan Draper, so he felt only satisfaction
at getting his own back, by adding a further degree of heat to his
previous tormentors already well toasted posterior.
He
smeared equal quantities of the cream onto the palms of both hands
and then brought them down with two loud SMACKS onto Jordan’s
butt cheeks before proceeding to rub the embrocation into the skin,
ensuring that it was distributed to the whole area. Being straight
by nature, Toby would normally avoid looking at another male’s anus,
let alone touching it, but in this instance, such reluctance was
forgotten, with the result that every inch of the target area was
liberally coated, including the hypersensitive virgin ring at it’s
centre.
That’s good!!” cheered Scott “really rub it in – make sure he feels
it!!”
With
the help of a second teamate, Scott forced Jordan into a position
similar to that which is often called the “diaper position” with his
bottom the highest part of his body, thus offering Toby a perfect
target ont which to apply the hot embrocation.
It
took a few seconds before the warming effect of the embrocation began
to take effect, but then the heat began to spread, getting hotter and
hotter as it did so, and within moments Jordan’s already battered and
stinging bottom began to burn with a ferocity not dissimilar to
sitting on a red hot brazier.
YEEEEAAAAGHHHH!!”
screamed the singed Jock “It’s burning, its burning!!”
It’s
supposed to you wimp!” laughed Scott “That’s how it works!!
I
need to wash it off!” wailed Jordan “I need the showers!!!”
Oh
no!” interrupted Martin Clifford, who had been watching silently
until then, “the showers are not for liars and thieves … you
might contaminate them!”
For
a moment the athletes fell silent, struck by the obvious
anger
of Martin’s unexpected intervention, but then, as they remembered
that Martin and Rubin had been Jordan’s intended victims, they began
nodding in agreement.
No!
You can’t use the showers!” agreed Scott “the showers are for
gentlemen, not creeps like you!” … he laughed! “you can always
use the fountain in College garden… that will cool you off!”
And
out there everyone else will get to see your lovely red butt Jordan!”
grinned Martin
The
men all laughed, and seconds later, Jordan was lifted off his feet
and carried towards the door!! “No guys, please!” he pleased “At
least give me my clothes!”
You
don’t need clothes fella’!!! laughed a swimmer “Not with a great
bod like yours!”
Jordan
had always been proud of his body, but now the last thing he wanted
was for anyone to see him naked.
However,
within seconds a totally naked and protesting Jordan was pushed
through the main Lockeroom door, which backed onto the central
college hallway and the door slammed behind him. Desperate for some
clothes, he banged on it and attempted to reason with the men behind
it, but it soon became obvious they had no intention of letting him
back in, or letting him have his clothes.
Suddenly
a high pitched scream of surprise and delight echoed down the corridor
as two female tennis players walked in and spotted the naked swimmer.
Jordan
quickly clutched his hands over his exposed genitals, keenly aware
that he could not cover his red and very obviously just spanked
bottom. He had to find something to cover himself with, but first he
had an even greater priority, to ease the agonising burning in his
backside. In the locker room, Scott had suggested the fountain as a
joke, but now it seemed the only option. Still clutching his cock
and balls in his hands, Jordan ran down the corridor, passed the two
highly amused, and slightly aroused, girls out of the main door into
the quadrangle.
Despite
Jordan’s overblown sense of ego and the stomach turning humiliation
he felt at being exposed stark naked to the whole college with a
bright red spanked bottom, he now had one overriding goal which was
to ease the fiery sting in his behind, and wash off the burning
embrocation.
With
no balm or soothing cream to hand and with access to the locker room
shower barred to him, the tiny fountain in the campus gardens was the
only source of cool soothing water close at hand, he had to get to
it, and to do so as quickly as possible!
Students
of both genders (there were only two back then) gawped, laughed and
cheered as Jordan ran past them. They all ha no idea why Jordan was
naked, or why he had been so obviously spanked, but of course, the
full story would get to all of them very soon, and that knowledge
added hugely to Jordan’s misery,
To
his horror, when he reached the gardens, he found that the fountain
had been turned off whilst maintenance was carried out to the pipes,
however there was still water in the tiny lilly pond around it. That would
have to do. 

 He jumped into the pond, gripping the edges with his
hands and quickly lowered his punished and burning bottom into the
water.
Unfortunately
for Jordan, in his desperation to cool the sting in his tush he
lowered it much too quickly, without considering that there might be
something other than water and lilies in the pond.
For
reasons best known to the dark humour of fate, and maybe also to he
demons conjured up by and old East European warlock, an old rusty
child’s toy had at some point fallen into the pond and. Over time
had become wedged into the rocks at the bottom.

This
was no flimsy modern toy, crumbling from built in obsolescence, but
rather it was a solid 1950’s toy, well made, and made to last. It
was, by the standards of the time, a boy’s toy, a sturdy metal truck with a
disproportionately large towering crane on its back. Due to the
position in which the truck had become planted in the rocks, the hard
metal crane now pointed skywards towards the surface like some
submerged and rampant phallus, and for our heterosexual young
anti-hero, that symbolism was about to become a painful and
humiliating reality.
As
Jordan’s cherry pink bottom descended rapidly into the water it
landed straight onto the the rigid and erect crane which rammed
straight up through his tight rectum and deep inside him.
Jordan
leaped from the water as if shot from a cannon, let out a high
pitched howl and jumped up and down round the garden clutching his
spanked, scorched and now anally penetrated rump.
As
many virgins discover, the first time can be painful, and this was
certainly the case for Jordan. 
In
so many ways since his ill fated encounter with the old Shaman,
Jordan was really, to use his own colourful idiom, …. Fucked.
**********
Meanwhile,
on another part of the university complex Chase Colby was up to no
good! Using his one free hand, the handsome 20 year old Caretaker’s
assistant silently unfastened his belt and unzipped his tight blue
jeans, before reaching inside, grabbing hold of his rapidly
stiffening dick, and gripping it tightly.
His
other hand was fully occupied holding his dad’s prized new Betamax
video camera which he had borrowed for the purpose. From his
position kneeling in the small crawlspace about the College locker
rooms, he could see directly into the girls showers through a hole he
had made there a few weeks before. The video camera was aimed
directly at the hole, as the girls lacrosse team had just finished their
practice and would soon be nude and using those showers.
Of
course, Chase was supposed to be at the other end of the crawlspace,
above the boy’s locker room and getting rid of a hornet’s nest which
had been causing concerns to the faculty, and to his boss, Wil
Bryant, the Caretaker. 
“Fuck the wasps!” he thought, who
cared if a few posh rich boys got stung, he had more important and
lucrative things to do.
Chase
had made almost $200 selling copies of the last two videos he had
filmed through that same hole, but his customer were demanding
clearer and more “intimate” images, and Chase was more than
willing to oblige, he wanted to see that too.
Suddenly
Chase almost lost his balance when a pulse of excitement shuddered
though him as he recognised the person who had just stepped into
sight, and into camera range. Patsy Wagner was not only a smoking
hot chick but she had the biggest breasts, or “juggs” as Chace
charmingly referred to them, in the College. Chase shifted position
in an attempt to get a better shot, his customers wanted more than
just boobs. If Patsy moved a little to the right, he would see her
…. yes …. yes … any second now he would see her pu… DAMN!
That flat chested Darlene Morse had got in the way! Nobody wanted to
see her, she looked like a guy!!
Chase
leaned further forward anxious to get a better view of Patsy Wagner’s
lower body. Meanwhile his right hand was moving back and forth along
the now rigid shaft of his cock. He tried not to move it too
quickly, he didn’t want to cum too soon, like he so often did, that
would ruin everything, like it usually did. However, it was getting
more and more difficult to resist the increasingly insistent urges
gaining hold of his fit young body.
It
was at that crucial moment that Darlene Morse stepped out of the
shower and Patsy Wager was momentarily exposed in all her naked
glory. Alas, what would otherwise have been the money shot was lost
in a blur, as Chase immediately came in his hand and dropped the
camera in his excitement.
The
camera hit the floor of the crawlspace with a loud bang which
immediately announced Chase’s presence to the women below.
There
is somebody there!” shouted one girl, as she and the others ran out
of the showers and retrieved their towels “Someone is watching us …
look, there’s a spy hole!!”
Never
brave in a crisis, Chase panicked. His impulse was to get himself,
and his camera, as far away from the spyhole as he could, as quickly
as he could, which was not easy in the cramped space he was in.
Bending double he backed across the crawlspace in the direction of
the area above the men’s locker rooms, a location where he had a
legitimate reason to be.
However,
as observant readers will recall, but Chase had forgotten, only a few
minutes earlier he had unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans,
and, as can be the way with gravity, they picked the most inopportune
moment to fall down around his knees. Given the speed and awkward
nature of his attempted escape, this caused him to trip, fall over
backwards and slip feet first down a sloping surface towards the
eves. He had picked up quite a speed as his feet hit the panels at
the edge of the crawlspace, just beneath the eves of the roof.
As
an unwise economy measure during the construction of the building,
inferior timber had been used, and the wood gave way creating a hole,
through which the lower half of Chase’s body slipped before getting
stuck half way, with his top half still inside the crawlspace and the
lower half hanging outside.
As
his jeans were now around his knees, and as he had not bothered to
wear underpants, the upper part of Chase’s legs and his bare bottom
were not fully exposed on the outside of the building.
 
Although,
uncomfortable, embarrassing and inconvenient, this alone was not
Chase’s only misfortune. Due to another of those strange
coincidences, which had recently begun to plague Jordan Draper’s
life, the hole though which Chase Colby’s lower body was protruding,
just happend to be mere inches from the hornets nest he was supposed
to have removed. Furthermore, his bare and exposed white bottom was
in direct line of the entrance of the nest, through which angrily
buzzing hornets were already appearing.
Chase
Struggled to free himself, but this merely caused an already
precariously placed beam to collapse onto him, pinning him in place.
Chases
first thought was how embarrassing and uncomfortable his position
was, but when the first hornet landed on his bottom he realised that
his situation was considerably worse than he had first thought.
Chase
frantically reached out to try and find something solid which he
could grip in order to pull himself free, but the fragile and rotten
timber gave way when any pressure was placed on it. The frenzied
movement also caused his bottom to jerk around which antagonized the
already angry hornet. 
Within moments a hornet had stung one cheek,
whilst a second stung the top of his thigh, these were merely the
vanguard and were swiftly followed by a third and then a fourth
hornet, each jabbing their venom laden stingers into Chase’s exposed
butt flesh, sending a stream of molten lava like fury into the
unlucky young hunk.
Chase
yelled out in pain, wriggling helplessly as a cloud of hostile
insects descended on his defenceless and very exposed bottom.
CHASE
COLBY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!!

Wil Bryant’s voice boomed out from behind him “I cannot trust you
to do even a simple job! … look what you’ve done! now you have
wrecked the building!”
Will
had come to investigate reports of a peeper in the girls locker room,
and had not been prepared for the sight of his young assistant’s legs
and bare bottom sticking out of a hole in the roof of the building
surrounded by stinging insects. He hurried to the side of the
building and climbed the ladder Chase had used in order to access the
crawlspace above the lockers.
Being
a strong man, it did not take long for Wil to pull Chase free, and on
spotting the video camera, it took him even less time to put two and
two together and realise that Chase was the peeper whom the women’s
lacrosse team had reported.
Will
picked up the camera and turned to Chase, who was wailing and
frantically rubbing his hornet stung backside “We have some matters
to discuss young man!” he said
the
two men both climbed out of the tight roof space, and upon reaching
the ground, Will took hold of Chase by the ear and then led the
miserable young apprentice to the stock room behind the Caretaker
office, at which point Will opened a draw and brought out a small
wooden paddle baring the, now particularly fitting, slogan “Dad’s
Little Stinger”
I
think you remember this from the time we had the little issue with
the missing petty cash!” he growled “This is even more serious,
you could get the college into serious trouble by filming the young
ladies!”
B..but
Boss, you can’t paddle me I’ve been sung on the butt!” groaned
Chase “It sure hurts like it’s on fire!”
Either
you take a paddling from me, or your Dad and the sheriff will find
out what you were doing with that, there, video filming camera!”
replied Will, knowing full well that, even at 20, Chase was terrified
of his construction worker father, and also that, with his record,
his handsome young apprentice could not afford another run in with
the law. He had Chase at his mercy and intended to take full advantage of
that fact.
Aw!
Boss please don’t!” protested Chase, his voice taking on the
plaintive whine of a much younger lad “Dad will kill me!”
Well then take of them jeans and bend over!” 
 
Chase’s
poorly educated mind strained to think of some clever words which
might defend his sore bottom from Wil’s paddle, but none came to him.
Reluctantly he removed his sneakers and blue jeans, and then, wearing
nothing but his sock, Chase padded across the room and bent over in
front of Wil as instructed.
My!”
murdered Wil “Those hornet stings look sore! nasty critters those
South American hornets, real poisonous varmits ….. You’ll need to
see Dr Schults later, he’ll probably put you on a course of shots to
avoid infection!” 
He grinned to himself, he knew the good doctor’s
ways of dealing with handsome, wayward youths, and like Coach
Amundsen, Will fully approved of those methods! “Yup, you will need
a course of shots in that butt o’ yours…. maybe for a month, just
to be sure … I will speak to the doc after this!”
With
that, he raised the paddle and brought it down with a loud WHACK! on
Chase’s upraised and hornet stung bottom. Poor Chase yelled in pain
as the hard wood collided with the fresh stings which peppered his
butt cheeks, his video filming plans were going to cost him dearly.
As
the paddle whacks echoed around the room, Chase had other thing on
his mind rather than the night before, when he had drunk beer and
played loud punk music into the early hours, ignoring his old East
European neighbour hammering on the floor of the apartment above him.
It
was Chase’s bad luck and to some degree Chase’s own fault that, now
he had evoked his ancient powers, the increasingly grouchy old Shaman
had decided to spread his revenge around.
TO
BE CONTINUED

 

The Shaman’s Revenge – Part 3

 The
Shaman’s Revenge Part Three

Click
here for previous episodes –
Prologue
Part 1
Part 2
Part
3
Jordan
Draper was pissed. Things were not working out as he had expected.
This was supposed to be a a day he would really enjoy, it was the day
he was going to get his revenge on on that queer Martin Clifford and
his little faggot boyfriend. Jordan had been looking forward to his
vengeance and being able to watch in triumph as their crummy little
lives were destroyed. But how could he enjoy it when his butt was
stinging like it had just been attacked by those God Damn hornets
again.
He
couldn’t believe that jerk of a doctor could spank so hard, it was an
hour since that creep had spanked him, and he backside was still
stinging and throbbing as bad as it did while he was still over the
fucker’s knee.
An
that asshole had jabbed him in the butt with those god-damn needles.
Man they hurt!! and apparently he was supposed to let the creepy Doc
jab him again later in the week …. twice! He had to find a way to
get out of that, but without getting himself into more shit with the
fucking coach.
The
very thought of the coach sent a shudder down his spine. That was
one bastard he did not want to upset!!
To
make matters worse, those damn three day old hornet stings were also
starting to hurt again, the Doc must have set them off again with his
damn spanking …. fuck him!! he would like to shoot that quack in
the balls, slowly, one at a time, if only he dared!
The
spanking from the doctor was not only still painful, it was also
embarrassing, given how much his butt still hurt, Jordan guessed it
was still very red. He was about to have to change for swimming
practice and he did not want the team to see he had been spanked. He
just hoped his speedos would cover it, and that he could slip away
unnoticed without a shower after swimming.
He
arrived at the locker room and found that the team were sharing the
locker room with some members of the men’s lacrosse team who had also
just finished their game. Jordan noticed that Martin Clifford and
his “little f#ggot boyfriend” were both there, he wondered how
long it would be before those two scumbags discovered the surprise he
has in store for them.
Jordan
began to undress, keeping his back turned towards the locker, so that
nobody would see his red bottom. It was then the next of the day’s
series of disasters struck. As soon as he took the speedos out of his
sports bag he could see they were not his, he had accidentally
grabbed his 13 year old brother’s swimming trunks from the washing
line instead of his own.
Jordan’s
brother was not only five years younger than him, we was a much
smaller build and, therefore, wore
considerably
smaller pants! Jordan was not even sure he could even fit into his
brother’s trunks, they would certainly not cover his spanked, red,
butt.
Jordan,
looked around frantically searching for a way out of this nightmare
predicament, maybe he could exchange speedos with another swimmer
when he wasn’t looking.
STOP
DAWDLING DRAPER!

the coach’s voice boomed across the locker room “get into those
swimming trunks Now …. I am watching you boy!”
Jordan
felt a sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach, there was no
escape, he was going to have to put on his little brother’s speedos,
and just hope they stretched enough to coverer is bright red ass. 
 
Nemesis
can be a bi#ch, and it was bad luck all round for our handsome young
anti-hero. As one might expect, there was no way that swimming trunks
designed to fit a, small framed 13, year old were going to cover the
well rounded, just spanked bottom, of an 18 year old athlete. After
a major struggle pulling the damn things up his legs, the tiny
garment not only gripped his dick and balls in a crushingly tight
squeeze, but most of the seat disappeared right up his butt crack
leaving the major part of his glowing red butt cheeks fully exposed.
Beads
of cold sweat trickled down his forehead as the horror of the
situation rushed through his mind, the whole team would see that he
had been spanked, like some scummy little kid.
He
had to cover himself somehow, where was his towel? Oh S##t!! He had
forgotten his fucking towel!
Hey
Buddy!” whispered a voice behind him “Your ass is red man!! Why
is your ass so red?!”
Jordan
spun round to see Kirk Woods, someone he had always thought to be a
friend staring at him in amazement “Keep your fucking mouth
shu….!” Jordan began to snarl before, too late, he realised his
mistake. By turning round to look at Kirk, he had turned his back
view to the to the locker room, which, as observant readers will
recall, had twenty or so half naked swimmers and lacrosse players in
it.
The
reaction was instant and explosive, cheers, whistles and catcalls
echoed around the room, as the evidence of Jordan’s rosy pink
humiliation was revealed to the the two teams of young men.
You’ve
been spanked dude! ….. hey guys look … he’s had a whuppin’!”
shouted a lacrosse team player as the others whooped, sneered and
began crowding round the unhappy young swimmer.
Jordan’s
face began to turn almost as pink as his bottom, this had to be the
ultimate nightmare for someone with the inflated ego of Jordan Draper
… oops … then it got worse ..!!
The
strain on his brothers tiny speedos had proved more than they could
take, and the seat slowly began splitting, thread by thread, right
down the centre of the seat, revealing the full expanse of Jordan’s
bright pink butt crack.
To
say that Jordan was mortified, did not come close to describing to
feelings of embarrassment and humiliation rushing through the
handsome young athlete’s brain. The whole college would know that
he, the top jock on campus, had been spanked,… spanked like a
naughty little boy, and now the last vestige of dignity to cover his
shame was literally falling apart apart.
At
that moment Coach Amundsen stepped “Gentlemen! Behave yourselves!”
he shouted, “Or you will all end up with bottoms as red as young
Draper’s!”
Confronted
with the Coach’s unquestioned authority, and the threat in his words,
the two teams both fell into immediate obedient silence. “Now
gather round here” the coach continued “Deputy Principal Graves
has something important to say to you all!”
The
young men turned to face the door, through which Deputy Principle
Graves had just entered the room with a very grim expression on his
face. He was accompanied by the College’s chief security officer
Norman Timmins.
Good
morning teams!” he said, his tone dour and serious “Please listen
carefully, I regret that I have a very serious matter to talk to you
about”
The
two teams approached the elderly gentleman as requested, as Jordan
joined them, attempting to keep his exposed bottom towards the
lockers. He alone among the assembled Sportsmen, knew exactly what
the “serious issue” was. However, this was not the way it was
supposed to happen, the two faggots were about to be destroyed, but
he could not enjoy it in the way he had planned to because he, too
had been so completely humiliated.
Two
very valuable trophies have gone missing from the display cabinet in
the Principal’s Office!” continued Deputy Principle Graves, his
voice matching his name with its sombre gravitas. “As there is
currently no evidence of an intruder, we have regretfully reached the
conclusion that the items may have been …… removed … by a
member, or members, of the college fraternity.!”
He
paused and looked round the room before adding “For that reason,
before we contact the police, we need to conduct a search of all
lockers, starting here in the male locker room!” He then added
grimly “Now please open your lockers!”
A
shocked mumble travelled around the room, crime was rare at such a
prestigious institution and the boys were genuinely outraged that
prized sports trophies could have been stolen.
The
Deputy Principle then followed Officer Timmins as he began
methodically searching each locker in turn. Within moments the first
of the two stolen trophies, a silver cup won by the lacrosse team the
previous year was found in young Rubin Dorbney’s locker.
Rubin
gasped in horror “I didn’t … I didn’t!” he cried “please sir
.. I didn’t!”
Silence
boy!” snapped Principal Graves, while Martin Clifford placed
himself between his trembling lover and his now very angry looking
team mates.
The
second missing trophy, a silver statue of a swimmer standing on a
tiny marble plinth was soon discovered in Martin Clifford’s locker,
as Jordan, of course, knew it would be, having carefully placed it
there the evening before.
Despite
his earlier embarrassment, Jordan still felt a malicious grin flitter
across his face. His day might have been ruined, his ass might be on
fire, but at least it was about to get even worse for that queer
little f#ggot!
It
did not take Martin more than a moment to figure out what had
happened, and who was behind it, he searched for Jordan Draper in the
crowd of now very hostile boys and his suspicions were confirmed as
soon as he saw Jordan’s malevolent expression.
Principal
Graves, his face thunderous with fury. stepped forward to face Martin
and Rubin, the latter being now on the verge of tears. “I can not
believe that two boys like you would ….”
One
moment Mr Graves, sir!” Coach Amundsen interrupted “I believe we
may be about perform a miscarriage of justice!” he looked at Martin
Clifford and continued “I believe I have evidence which exonerates
these two fine young men!”
The
coach then explained what he had seen on the Sunday evening. “I saw
someone placing objects, which I now believe were the sports trophies
into Clifford and Daubeny’s lockers!” he paused “the clear
intention was to incriminate two innocent young men!”
That
is incredible!” gasped Principal Graves “Did you recognise this
person?!”
The
Coach turned and looked at Jordan before replying “I certainly
did!” he said “It was Jordan Draper!”
Fuck
off!” yelled Jordan backing away from the coach “It was those
fagg … those two crooks not me!!” he turned seeking some form of
escape but found his exit blocked by three burly lacrosse players.
This
puts a very different perspective on matters!” said Mr Graves,
remembering that Jordan’s parents were major donors to College funds
“We will need to give serious consideration to what action to
take!” he stopped and looked at the now clearly panic stricken
Jordan Draper, a handsome boy, and a gifted athlete, but also an
arrogant bully, for whom he felt a natural dislike, and suddenly a
small voice in his head made the usually cautious man react on
impulse. “However, I feel that some punishment is called for!”
he said
Oh
yes, indeed Sir!” replied the Coach as he strode towards Jordan
“There will be punishment … it will be immediate, and it will be
in public!”
He
grabbed hold of Jordan’s ear and pulled the protesting youth to an
open area at the centre of the vast locker room. He then spun Jordan
round and scooped hold of the back of his speedos in his fist,
pulling them unto a painful “wedgie” and forcing him to stand on
tip-toe.
Please
Coach! Don’t!” stuttered Jordan “you got it all wrong, I can
explain!”
Wrong?”
stormed Coach, “The only thing wrong is that little bottom of
yours, it isn’t near red enough yet!!! He looked at the boys and
pointed to Jordan’s behind “What do you guys think?” he said “Is
that behind red enough?!”
The
reply from the assembled group was as loud as it was predictable as
every swimmer and lacrosse player in the room enthusiastically agreed
with Coach Amumdsen that Jordan’s needed to be a lot redder than it
was.
Jordan’s
impulse was to run, but the the Coach’s vice like grip on the tiny
speedos made escape impossible.
Coach
Amundson smiled as if reading Jordan’s mind and then called out to
Martin “Clifford, I think I recall seeing a Table Tennis bat in
your locker, could I borrow that please!”
Martin
didn’t need asking twice and within moments he had darted to his
locker retrieved the ping pong paddle and handed it to the Coach.
To
be given a wedgie when wearing undersized speedos was uncomfortable
and embarrassing enough but what happened next took Jordan’s
humiliation to a whole new level.
Coach
Amundsen had significant upper body strength, only not did he play
tennis and racquet ball most days, but his vacations were spent
mountain climbing in either the Rocky Mountains or back in his
Scandinavian homeland where his arms often had to lift his full
bodyweight plus a heavy backpack.
Even
so, lifting a 157 lbs, 18 year old, swimmer with one arm, although
not an insurmountable challenge, would usually require considerable
effort. However, that day, it was as if an external force boosted
his strength, enabling him to lift Jordan with relative ease.
Like
a crane lifting a ship’s cargo from a jetty, the coach’s muscular arm
rose, and Jordan’s wedgie exposed bottom rose with it until his whole
body was dangling in the air with his feet off the ground and and
only the tips of his fingers were touching the floor.
Then
as if beating a dinner gong, the coach began spanking Jordan’s
uplifted bottom with the pig pong bat as the swimmers and lacrosse
players cheered and applauded every whack!
Deputy
Principal Graves looked on in stunned bewilderment, unlike the
younger men who were merely enjoying the entertainment, he was amazed
at the Coach’s display of strength which seemed to his academic mind
almost herculean.
Martin
watched with a mixture of admiration and delight, tempered by some
concern that the growing bulge in his pants might be a little too
obvious.
Jordan
could not believe what was happening, having limited knowledge of
anatomy and having persistently scored an ‘F’ in Physics, if was not
the fact that the Coach was able to lift him so easily which amazed
him, it was that such an embarrassing, painful and downright
humiliating thing was happening to him, Jordan Draper, the top Jock
and coolest dude on campus.
Hanging
in the air in an inverted ‘V’ shape, with his perfectly rounded, and
now very red and very bare bottom as its apex whilst being spanked
with a ping pong paddle, in front of two teams of cheering college
jocks, was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened in his
18 years of life (
hint:
ahem … So far
).
On
top of all this, his now well punished bottom was burning like a
furnace, and that would not be letting up any time soon. 
 
WHACK!,
the ping pond bat landed on one cheek, then WHACK! it hit the other,
each time briefly leaving an angry red circle which then spread to
become part of the overall cherry redness of the unlucky swimmer’s
butt cheeks.
In
those day before YouTube and Jackass, the watching athletes had never
witnessed such a bizarre and entertaining spectacle before, and it
was one which they would talk about, amongst themselves and everyone
else, for years to come.
What
made the scene all the more enjoyable for the assembled jocks was the
fact that the guy getting his bare butt paddled, while, at the same
time, receiving an atomic wedgie was, Jordan Draper.
Up
until then, Jordan had maintained his position at the top of the pack
through his bullying tactics and the force of his ego, as well as his
good looks sporting prowess. However, secretly none of them liked
him and all resented him. It was, therefore, additionally thrilling
to see him get his comeuppance.
As
is the way with such men, having scented weakness in the previous
pack leader, they were now hungry for more.
Thirty
paddle whacks, fifteen per cheek, later, the overly stretched fabric
of Jordan’s brother’s speedos gave way, and Jordan, now naked as a
baby fell to the floor with a thud, leaving the torn material still
clenched in the coach’s fist.
Casting
the torn trunks aside the Coach then grabbed Jordan by the arm and
pulled him to his feet, before leading him to some cupboards at the
centre of the locker room where sports equipment was kept. “Climb
on top of those” he ordered “On your hands and knees!”
Reluctantly
Jordan obeyed, anxious to avoid further spanking and was soon on top
of the cupboards, in what might be unkindly called ‘the doggie
position’ on his hands and knees, with his bare cherry pink bottom in
the air. The mortified Jock knew that in this position both his
balls and puckering pink anus were fully displayed, but being totally
nude, he had nothing to cover himself with.
My
arm is getting a bit tired!” lied the coach “Would one of you
guys like to take over for a moment?”
Of
course there were twenty or more volunteers, but Scott Rather, the
captain of the lacrosse team and Jordan’s main rival for top sports
jock at college was the first to push his way to the front, more than
eager to demonstrate his mastery of his long time rival by beating
his cute butt.
Be
my guest!” smiled the Coach, handing the bat to the beaming
lacrosse player. “Not too hard mind!”
Of
course that was one order which Scott Colby did not obey, swinging
the bat behind his head he brought it down with a loud whack across
the centre of of Jordans, raised backside, deliberately aiming at the
tiny pink rosebud nestling between the cheeks. This whack was
followed by a second, thgird and fourth, all equally hard, causing Jordan to let out a howl
of pain!
One of the swimmers remembered that he had a polaroid camera  in his bag, and he was soon making full use of it.
It
was Deputy Professor Graves who broke free from the spell first, his
orderly administrator’s mind overcoming the fascinated trance he had
been in. Although, it was quite in order for the Coach to discipline
a student, the fact that other students were participating in the
punishment, smacked a little too much of hazing which could damage
the college’s reputation if the news got out!
I
… I think that is enough now!!” he stuttered “Young Draper has
been punished enough … for now. Any further disciplinary action
will down to the college, and, of course, Jordan’s parents!”
Please
don’t tell my Dad!” gasped Jordan as Scott Colby sulkily put down
the bat, disappointed he had only managed four measly swats at Jordan’s butt.
Of
course, your parents will be informed boy! This is a serious
matter!” Snapped Mr Graves before turning to the Coach! “Coach
Amundsen, thank you for resolving this matter so promptly, I know I
can leave you in charge now!”
Of
course!” replied the Coach as the Deputy principal picked up the
two valuable trophies and left the room, followed by Officer Timmins.
Meanwhile
Jordan jumped down from his unwelcome plinth, anxious to get to his
locker and his clothes, however, again his path was barred by a
barricade of sneering sports jocks, who showed no inclination to move
out of his way.
You
can get dressed shortly Jordan” said the Coach “Meanwhile, I
think it best that your teammates discuss this matter with you on a
peer to peer basis, whilst we adults get back to running the
college!”
No
Coach, please don’t leave me with them!” spluttered Jordan “Please
don’t!”
Don’t
be silly Jordan!” snapped the coach, “You put your friends in a
very difficult position, and and the obviously need to …… talk
this over with you!!”
Pure
terror gripped Jordan as he looked round at the grinning athletes, he
knew that “talking!” was the last thing they had in mind.
The
coach placed the ping pong bat on to the top of the cupboard then
looking at Martin he said “You will want to put this back in your
locker …. at some point!”
Ignoring
the horrified young swimmer’s pleas, the coach then walked out of the
room. As soon as his back was turned to the boys, a slow smile crept
across his face!
Within
seconds of the Coach leaving the room, the boys had wrestled Jordan
to the floor, holding him down, while they took turns in whacking his
butt with the paddle the Coach had left for them!
No!!
… OWW! … Please Guys!! … OW …. Stoppp!”

yelled Jordan,
“It’s
a mistake! …. OUCH!! it wasn’t me … it was OW those to fa
….OOOOWW!!”

We
ain’t gonna’ stop until your butt’s as red as the lockers!! laughed
Scott Rather.
Then
Toby Suter, one of Jordan’s long term victims had an idea “Hey
fellas’” he laughed “This will really make him feel it!” 
 
He
held up a tube of the extra strength heat rub embrocation, which he
had been using for a sprained shoulder!
The
others cheered and broke into raucous laughter.
Jordan
looked back over his shoulder and saw what Toby was holding and
recognised it instantly. Having once accidentally used a similar
cream a hot shower, he knew how it could burn.
NO!!
Please don’t!! he wailed
“NOT
THAT!!!

To
be continued …

What would you do with Jordan?

I
am currently working on Chapter three of The Shamen’s Revenge
detailing the next stage of the ongoing punishment of arrogant bully
and swimming jock Jordan Draper.
This
may not be ready until the end of the week, however, I know some
people are impatient to know what the shaman in store next for
Jordan’s unlucky bottom.
However,
remember that, like a TV series sometimes you have to wait until next
week for the next episode.
Meanwhile,
to entertain yourselves and other readers, if you have any thoughts
or fantasies as to you wat you would do to Jordan, why not write a
comment below and tell us what you would do to Jordan.

The Shaman’s Revenge – Part 2 (Dr Shultz’s Prescription)

The
Shaman’s Revenge – Part 2
  
Dr
Shultz’s Prescription

(Click here to read part one and here to read the prologue)
Dr
Shultz arrived at the College infirmary ahead of his usual time, he
had a busy week ahead of him with a series of students, mostly from
the athletic teams, visiting him, either for treatment, or more often
with the young athletes, for a medical check up, and he wanted to
ensure he had everything ready for them.
This
was especially true in respect of the first patient that morning, 18
year old Jordan Draper, a member of the college swimming team, and
widely considered to be one of the most handsome and popular jock’s
in the College. Although the doctor noted that Jordan’s popularity
rather depended on whether one belonged to his “in” crowd or not.
Jordan
was due for his bi-annual medical, which all members of the swim team
were required to undergo. He was also the student regarding whom
Coach Amundsen had phoned the doctor the night before.
The
doctor and the coach were like minded men who had, over the years,
developed and understanding and a mutual approach to dealing with
certain problematic male college students. They both believed in
discipline, and that discipline was most effective when it had real
impact.
Consequently,
when he had received the call from Thor Amundsen the doctor had
immediately understood what was required, and knew what he had to do,
therefore, he began his day by making the necessary arrangements.
True
to form, Jordan was late for his appointment. Punctuality in such
matters is an act of consideration, and as Jordan had little if any
consideration for other people, and he invariably kept them waiting.
As the Doctor checked his watch and noted how tardy the young athlete
was he nodded to himself, the coach clearly had just the right
treatment in mind for this young man.
Ten
minutes late for his appointment a nonchalant and somewhat bored
looking Jordan arrived at the infirmary for his medical. The sight of
Jordan caused the doctor to frown with irritation, the students were
no longer required to wear uniforms, other than on formal occasions,
but they were expected to dress smartly. However, Jordan was wearing
a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian T-Shirt, a souvenir from his Easter
vacation, which was not what the Doctor considered suitable attire
for college.
When
requested, Jordan calmly stripped to his jockstrap, as a senior year
athlete he was now well used to the procedure.
The
doctor asked him to step onto the moving treadmill and first walk and
then run on the spot for five minutes at varying speeds. Meanwhile
Dr Schultz stood behind the young athlete watching, the young man’s
well rounded, smooth and hairless white bottom fist swaying gently as
he walked, then bouncing up and down as he ran, framed by the tight
athletic jockstrap. The Doctor smiled to himself, imagining what
plans Coach Amundsen has in store for that wondrous object which was
juggling away in front of him.
After
the treadmill session the doctor checked Jordan’s pulse, heart beat
and blood pressure, as he expected with such a fit young specimen as
Jordan, the results were excellent. However ,the doctor frowned and
shook his head in apparent surprise “It looks as if your vitamin
levels are a bit low young man!” he said “we will have to do
something about that!”
Jordan
as rather nonplussed this was the first time in his young life that
the results of a medical has been anything but perfect. Perhaps all
those late nights in bars pursuing the local girls had been having an
effect on him. “Is that serious Doc?” he asked.
It
could be if we don’t treat it!” replied the Doctor “What you need
is a course of vitamin shots, please lie face down on the table!”
Huh
.. why face down?” asked Jordan
So
that I can give you your shots!” replied the Doctor
You
mean … in my butt? … why not the arm?”
It
needs to be in the bottom, otherwise in will not be effective!”
said the doctor calmly “Now get on the table”
No
way Doc!” replied Jordan disdainfully “You ‘ain’t jabbing my
butt!”
Either
do as you are told, or I will inform the Coach, and he will take you
off the swimming team!”
Jordan
paused, he did not want to be removed from the team, and, after the
incident in the locker room, he certainly did not want to anger Coach
Amundsn. Reluctantly, and with a very glum expression on his handsome
face he climbed onto the table and lay down on his stomach.
Dr
Shultz’s eyebrow raised as he allowed his gaze to travel slowly over
Jordan’s firm young body stretched out before him, like a sumptuous
cannibal banquet. Long muscular legs and torso, a light golden brown
from exposure to the sun, whilst in between the two nestled that
incredible bottom. A much lighter colour, almost snowy white, having
been protected from the tanning rays by tight speedos. Plenty of
exercise and a fine muscle structure meant that it did not flatten as
the body lay flat, but rose like two ivory globes, almost presented
to him as trophies encircled by the white cotton of his jockstrap.
Although,
through the conventions of the time, the doctor was married with
children, whereas, thirty years later hi life might have taken a
different course. For Schultz was highly susceptible to the
attractions of a beautiful youth, and the sight before him was
enticing enough to challenge the sexuality of of the most
heterosexual of men. He tried not to grin, but it was always a bonus
to enjoy one’s work.
On
an impulse he plucked a thermometer from his desk, shook it, and
before Jordan knew what was happening, he had parted the boys butt
cheeks and inserted the ice cold glass tube into the tight pink
button of an anus between, enjoying Jordan’s sudden shocked intake of
breath as he did so.
What’s
that?” asked a clearly displeased Jordan, looking back over his
shoulder.
I’m
taking your temperature, now lie still!”
Does
that have to be ….. there to?!!” grumbled Jordan
The
Doctor stepped back to survey the delightful vision before him, of
the handsome swimmer lying face down on the table with the tip of the
rectal thermometer intruding from between the cheeks of his buttocks.
The
doctor deliberately left the thermometer in place longer than
necessary to take a temperature, as he enjoyed Jordan’s humiliation.
This
was obviously the first time anything had been inserted into Jordan’s
tight, straight little rosebud, and he clearly did not like it. The
Doctor contemplated whether if might be fun to add an anal
examination to the young man’s next visit.
When
he finally removed the thermometer, the reading was normal as he had
expected with such a healthy young athlete , however, the Doctor
tutted as if there was another problem. “Well young man!” he said
ominously, you are definitely in need of these shots!”
He
picked up a small vile of clear liquid and shook it “This will
resolve the problem!” he said “Just so long as you complete the
course!”
Course?”
Jordan did not like the sound of that.
Yes,
you will need to return on Wednesday and again in Friday …. for
booster shots..!” as he spoke he picked up a large are rather old
fashioned looking syringe from a silver coloured metal tray on his
desk.
Jordan’s
eyes widened as he saw the size of the needle “That’s fucking
huge!” he gasped.
Don’t
swear boy!” snapped the doctor “and don’t be a wimp!” as he
spoke he moved towards Jordan holding the unnervingly large syringe.
Jordan’s eyes widened in horror as the doctor approached with the
syringe in his hand, the huge needle seeming to grow larger the
closer it got to him.
The
Doctor used a small swab to rub an area in the right cheek of
Jordan’s bottom, somewhat lower down the gluteus muscle than usual
for an injection, this injection had a specific purpose and was
applied to the area most in need of attention. Then, before Jordan
had time to brace himself, he jabbed the needle hard into the young
athlete’s well rounded butt cheek.
OWW!”
yelled Jordan, “that f … that hurt Doc!”
Don’t
be a girl Draper, it’s only a little prick!”
Jordan
frowned, accusing others of being girlish was a favourite insult of
his, and he did not like getting it back. However, the insult was
quickly forgotten, as to his horror he saw the Doctor pick up a
second syringe which he then filled front the same vial of
translucent liquid.
Not
another!” he gulped
You
need one in each buttocks” smiled the doctor “so the vitamins are
equally distributed you see!” he continued, correctly guessing that
Jordan’s limited grasp of science would not lead him to challenge his
assertion. 
 
The
Doctor then proceeded to repeat the process of applying an alcohol
swab, followed by a sharp needle jab, this time in Jordan’s left butt
cheek. 
 
Although
on this on this occasion Jordan did brace himself and grit his teeth
seconds before the injection, that did not lessen sting of the
painful jab as the large needle penetrated his sensitive flesh for a
second time.
Again
the doctor targeted the most tender and sensitive area in the lower
part of Jordan’s butt cheek.
YeeeOWCH!”
he hissed through gritted teeth.
The
Doctor placed the syringe, next to the previous one, on the silver
tray. “Okay, you can get dressed now Draper!” he turned and
looked sternly at Jordan “And make sure you are here again at the
same time on Wednesday for the next dose!”
NO!!
NO MORE FUCKING INJECTIONS??!” Spluttered Jordan “They hurt!
FUCK OFF!!”
WHAT
DID YOY SAY BOY!!” Snapped the Doctor “I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO
LIKE THAT!”
Before
Jordan knew what was happening, the Doctor had grabbed him by the
ear, and pulled him across the room before pulling the stunned young
jock over his knee.
I
will teach you to speak not to speak to your elders like that!”
snarled the genuinely angry Doctor “How dare you use profanity!”
Although
initially caught off guard, Jordan quickly realised what the Doctor
was planning to do. He might have been spanked by Coach Amundsen,
but there was no way he was going to let the Doctor do the same.
Using
the superior strength of the young athlete he was, he easily pushed
the doctor’s hands away and jumped to his feet. “Fuck off Doc! You
ain’t spanking my butt!” he snapped.
In
that case, I shall inform Coach that you disobeyed me and refused to
take discipline!” replied the Doctor sternly.
Jordan
paused as the implications of the doctor’s threat sunk in. The look
on the doctor’s face told him the man was totally serious and that he
would immediately phone the coach, if Jordan disobeyed him.
There
was no doubt what the coach would do, if the doc told him that Jordan
had refused a spanking, Coach would spank him himself, and after the
events in the locker room, he did not wish to repeat that experience.
If he was going to have to take another spanking, he figured the
Doctor could not possibly smack as hard as the Coach could. So
reluctantly and with his characteristic sulky expression he stepped
forward and lay back down across the Doctor’s lap.
With
that the Doctor proceeded to to deliver a dozen hard Smacks to the
young swimmer’s upturned, and just injected bare bottom!”
Jordan
might have correctly judged that the Doctor would not spank as hard
as the coach, but the spanking still hurt, a lot, especially as the
Doctor was careful to aim the smacks where he had jabbed his needles
only moments before.
OWW!”
Yelled Jordan “I am sorry Doc, I didn’t mean it!
Instilling
discipline was not usually part of the doctor’s duty but there was
something about Jordan’s arrogant and belligerent attitude which made
spanking his behind a pleasure, and and, of course, Jordan had an
awesome ass! Therefore Doctor Shultz spanked it with relish.
His
only regret was that Jordan’s shots had not yet had time to take full
effect, so the spanking would have less effect than it would in an
hour or so. Coach, he guessed would get the benefit of delivering
that spanking.
The
spanking complete, Doctor Shultz then pushed Jordan off his knee, and
pointed his finger at him. “I will accept your apology, but I will
expect to see you back here on Wednesday … ON TIME … for your
next dose of shots!”
Jordan
grimaced as he rubbed his sore, spanked and jabbed bottom “Not
sure I can make it Doc!” He muttered.
You
had better make it Boy, or I will tell Coach to take you off the
team!” snapped Dr Shultz
Fuck!
… Damn!” Thought Jordan, his face now resembling that of a sulky
six year old. He could see the doctor was dead serious, it seemed
that to keep his prestigious place on the swim team he would have to
put up with further injections, despite how much they hurt.
Dr
Schultz allowed himself the merest hint of a grin as a very moody
looking Jordan Draper swiftly got dressed and stomped towards his
office door. “See you on Wednesday Draper!” said the doctor, to
which Jordan responded with a grunt before slamming the door behind
him.
Picking
up his phone, the Doctor dialled a number. “Good morning Coach!
It’s Brian Schultz” he said “Yep I skewered him good …. that’s
right in both cheeks, and with the biggest needles I have!”
He
picked up the glass vial and studies the remaining liquid “It’s an
effective little potion!” he grinned “A totally harmless
stimulant, which was initially used for the treatment of people, who
had lost sensation as the result of a stroke or nerve damage!”
It’s
use has been largely discontinued because it is just a bit TOO
effective and actually exaggerates sensation, …. especially
unpleasant ones!
unpleasant
sensations, like a spanking you mean?” replied the Coach from the
other end of the phone line.
Exactly!”
said the Doctor “He will certainly Feel a spanking …..! … How
long will it last?” … he shrugged “It depends, usually the
effect wears off after 36 to 48 hours!” He smiled broadly “However,
he has been ordered to come back for booster shots on Wednesday and
again on Friday! So my guess is that young Jordan will be sleeping
face down for the rest of the week!”
He
put the vial back in to a box containing further similar vials “It
should start to take effect in about half an hour, So you can be
confident that any ….er… discipline you feel appropriate will
have a significant …. impact where it will have the most effect!”
He paused
Oh
yes,” he added “I regret that I had to discipline the boy myself,
for using filthy language …. yes a spanking … he will feel that
for a while!”
That
is perfectly in order” replied the coach from the other end of the
phone, “That young hoodlum needs a lot of discipline and we will
make sure he gets it …. and feels it!! …. thanks for your help!”
You
are welcome, Coach, any time …. it’s my pleasure to be of
assistance!” replied the Doctor, truthfully, before he replaced
the phone and sat down, a look of satisfaction on his handsome face
“Young Master Draper will not be sitting comfortably for the next
week, that’s for sure!” he though. “and it is no more than he
deserves!”
The
Doctor paused and frowned, for a moment he thought he had heard the
sound an old man laughing. He shook his head and decided he must
have imagined it.
To
Be Continued ….