Shaman’s Revenge Part Three
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
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
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
very thought of the coach sent a shudder down his spine. That was
one bastard he did not want to upset!!
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!
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.
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.
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.
brother was not only five years younger than him, we was a much
smaller build and, therefore, wore
smaller pants! Jordan was not even sure he could even fit into his
brother’s trunks, they would certainly not cover his spanked, red,
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.
the coach’s voice boomed across the locker room “get into those
swimming trunks Now …. I am watching you boy!”
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.
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.
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.
had to cover himself somehow, where was his towel? Oh S##t!! He had
forgotten his fucking towel!
Buddy!” whispered a voice behind him “Your ass is red man!! Why
is your ass so red?!”
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
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.
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.
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 ..!!
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.
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.
that moment Coach Amundsen stepped “Gentlemen! Behave yourselves!”
he shouted, “Or you will all end up with bottoms as red as young
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!”
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
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
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.
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.!”
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!”
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.
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.
gasped in horror “I didn’t … I didn’t!” he cried “please sir
.. I didn’t!”
boy!” snapped Principal Graves, while Martin Clifford placed
himself between his trembling lover and his now very angry looking
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.
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
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.
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 ….”
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!”
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!”
is incredible!” gasped Principal Graves “Did you recognise this
Coach turned and looked at Jordan before replying “I certainly
did!” he said “It was Jordan Draper!”
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.
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!”
yes, indeed Sir!” replied the Coach as he strode towards Jordan
“There will be punishment … it will be immediate, and it will be
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
Coach! Don’t!” stuttered Jordan “you got it all wrong, I can
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?!”
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
impulse was to run, but the the Coach’s vice like grip on the tiny
speedos made escape impossible.
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!”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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
watched with a mixture of admiration and delight, tempered by some
concern that the growing bulge in his pants might be a little too
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.
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).
top of all this, his now well punished bottom was burning like a
furnace, and that would not be letting up any time soon.
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
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.
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.
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.
is the way with such men, having scented weakness in the previous
pack leader, they were now hungry for more.
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.
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!”
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.
arm is getting a bit tired!” lied the coach “Would one of you
guys like to take over for a moment?”
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.
my guest!” smiled the Coach, handing the bat to the beaming
lacrosse player. “Not too hard mind!”
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
One of the swimmers remembered that he had a polaroid camera in his bag, and he was soon making full use of 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 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!”
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.
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!”
course!” replied the Coach as the Deputy principal picked up the
two valuable trophies and left the room, followed by Officer Timmins.
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.
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
Coach, please don’t leave me with them!” spluttered Jordan “Please
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!!”
terror gripped Jordan as he looked round at the grinning athletes, he
knew that “talking!” was the last thing they had in mind.
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!”
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!
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!
… OWW! … Please Guys!! … OW …. Stoppp!”
yelled Jordan, “It’s
a mistake! …. OUCH!! it wasn’t me … it was OW those to fa
ain’t gonna’ stop until your butt’s as red as the lockers!! laughed
Toby Suter, one of Jordan’s long term victims had an idea “Hey
fellas’” he laughed “This will really make him feel it!”
held up a tube of the extra strength heat rub embrocation, which he
had been using for a sprained shoulder!
others cheered and broke into raucous laughter.
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.
Please don’t!! he wailed “NOT
be continued …