The Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (2)

Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (2)
Gets a “wheelbarrowin’”
part of the college’s new team building program the
College junior baseball team had been set a fund raising target with
the goal of building a new team club house. One way that the team
were raising funds was by offering to do menial jobs, such as
gardening, painting or even cleaning for members of the local
afternoon, together their Coach, Coach Amundsen, they had been
visiting houses in Parkfield Avenue, and, by another of those spooky
and reoccurring coincidences, had just arrived at the Draper
household, where Mr Draper was just about to find some tasks for them
to carry out in his garage when they heard a loud Knocking coming
from the direction of the door.
Draper left the team in his garage and went to answer the door.
Returning minutes later and, to the amazement of the boys, he was
followed by a park ranger in full uniform pulling a very unhappy
looking, and totally naked, Jordan Draper after by a firm grip on his
number of the smaller boys had endured unkind taunts and bullying
from Jordan in the past, and grinned broadly at the sight of his
discomfort. “Schadenfreude”, the German tern for deriving
pleasure from the misfortune of others, can be a very satisfying
emotion. This is especially true, when that misfortune befalls
someone as deserving as Jordan Draper, the junior baseball team were
to experience Schadenfreude aplenty that afternoon, and would have an
even more satisfying spectacle to observe and tell their friends
about very soon.
Amundsen forced back the amused grin threatening to spread across his
craggy face, it seemed that young Jordan had got himself into trouble
yet again. The handsome young swimmers revolving cycle of painful and
embarrassing misadventures were starting to become almost comical.
Draper turned to the team, “Instead of giving you boys work to do”
he said “I think it is time to expand your education and show you
what happens to bad little boys who can’t behave themselves!” he
pointed to two small benches in the corner of the garage “can some
of you sit there please!, and the rest stand on the other side, so
you all get a good view!”
turned back to Jordan “As for the club house fund, Jordan is going
to donate this month’s allowance to that, aren’t you Jordan!”
opened his mouth to protest but no words came out, he just stood
there with his mouth involuntarily opening and closing like a
particularly handsome catfish. On top of everything else he was now
going to lose his allowance fir a month, how could he survive that?!!
Draper sat down on an upturned metal barrel “I told you what would
happen Jordan!” he said “Now come over here and get over my
did not obey, he stood rigid, for a moment his only movement was to
nervously clench and unclench his fists, as he stared intently at the
floor. When he did move it was to step back, look up and turn to
face his father, a look of fierce defiance on his face.
NINETEEN” he stubbornly folded his arms, adopting a post which was
supposed to appear rebellious, but, due to his nakedness, just looked
rather silly, albeit a little sexy at the same time. “YOU CAN’T DO
THAT TO ME ANY MORE!” He yelled.
pointed to the assembled junior baseball team members “ESPECIALLY
NOT IN FRONT OF THOSE LITTLE DICKHEADS!” he spat the last word with
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Stood strong and defiant, and a feeling of power began to swell in
his chest. In his mind’s eye, he could see himself boldly standing up
to authority manly and magnificent in his anger. He was determined
not to submit to any further humiliation, and certainly not a another
spanking. He had always managed to bluff and bully himself out of
trouble in the past and a small voice inside his head told him it
would work again this time and he was now big enough and powerful
enough to intimidate his own father.
would say what had to be said and then would triumphantly walk out of
the garage. Then these boys would tell everyone how tough and “BAD”
he was, then, just maybe he would start to regain the respect he had
lost, at least with the other jocks and jock groupies on campus, who
were the people who really mattered. Perhaps then they would start to
forget about the bare ass spankings, the nudity and all the
embarrassing stuff.
they would remember was that he had stood up to his father, to the
coach and the ass hole ranger and he had won. Jordan’s worst ever
week was coming to an end, and the revolution had begun. Jordan was
now Che, all he needed was a bandanna an an AK47.
was fired up now, and ready to show everyone present that he was back
on top. He began to shout “IF YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME AGAIN OLD MAN
had been so intent on shouting at his father and showing off to the
watching baseball players, he had not noticed the ranger sidling
quietly up behind him. In fact his usually keen instincts failed to
sense the uniformed figure standing right behind him, until the
officer reached forward and grabbed hold of his ear between his thumb
and forefinger, with a painful clamp like grip.
stop, it hurts!” bleated Jordan pitifully “It hurts! I ‘m sorry …
I’m sorry” To the delight of all those watching the arrogant young
thug of moments before had been reduced to whimpering and humiliating
ranger forced Jordan’s head down so he was almost bent double “How
dare you speak to your Dad like that you brat?!” he bellowed “Where
I come from ifin’ a youngun disrespect his elders like that he ain’t
bin’ sittin’ again for short’n a month!”
turned to Jordan’s father “i’m not teachin’ you your job or nothing
Sir!” he said “But I’d say this brat is in neded of a good
…?! asked a confused Mr Draper. “What is that?”
wheelbarrow spanking Sir” replied the Ranger “It gives you extra
control and …. um … access!” he looked down at the helplessly
struggling young jock “An’ it is extra humliiatin’ for the brat!”
he added “Which is as it should be! …, … I’ll show you
how it works!”
holding Jordan firmly by the ear, the Ranger then pulled him forward
until he was standing directly in front if Mr.Draper, before placing
his free hand on the naked swimmer’s shoulder, he turned the lad
around so his back was facing his Dad.
Jordan’s head down so he was back in the half bending position, the
Ranger then ordered him to support his body by placing his hands on
the floor, then placing one leg on either side of his father’s ample
WAY.. OWW!!” began Jordan before the ranger used his free hand to
deliver a loud SMACK to his tender bare bottom
as I tell ya’ brat!” snapped the Ranger
Jordan did as he was told, the excited giggles from the watching
baseball team ringing in his ears.
was when Jordan found himself in the humiliating “wheelbarrow”
position, face down between his father’s legs, with his own legs on
either side of Mr Draper’s waist. To make matters worse, although
Jordan’s farther was not particularly fat, the natural broadening
which often accompanies middle aged combined with the splaying effect
of the seated position made his waist quite wide, forcing Jordan to
spread his legs risking the exposure of his most intimate areas.
add to his total mortification was that what was happening to him was
being observed by a grinning team of 18 year old kids, who could be
guaranteed to tell the world what they had seen.
Ranger noticed the horrified expression on Jordan’s face and grinned
sardonically “that’s the beauty of the wheelbarra’” he said,
“It’s a stress position for the brat, while giving you the perfect
certainly a great target!” laughed Coach Amundsen, who had been
watching and was always open to learning new teaching techniques.
ranger then pointed to the, now well revealed lower part of Jordan’s
bottom. Just above where it met the back of his thighs. “You
should aim around half the spanks here!” he said “It’s what back
home we used to call the ‘sit spot’, its where the skin is most
tender and it’s the part that takes most of the weight when he tries
to sit down after!” He laughed unkindly “Smack him there and
he’ll feel it and remember it longer!” he picked up an old fly
swatter which had been conveniently left in the garage, and tapped it
gently, but ominously, against his leg.
is good advice Officer!” replied Mr Draper “If only I had you
here to advise me earlier, maybe Jordan would not have turned out so
can ask me advice anytime in future! And I’d more’n happy to assist!
” replied the Ranger “I’m movin’ into town tomorrow, an’ rentin’
the ol’ McKinny place across the street! …. so I’ll be real close”
he grinned “Here that Jordie Boy … REAL CLOSE!”
heart sunk at this latest instalment of bad news, the goddamn park
policeman would be living 300 yards from his front door! That was all
he needed!
did not have long to think about the possible ramification of having
a new neighbour, as his attention was immediately captured by an even
mire immediate issue as his father began spanking his upturned, and
very exposed bottom.
the spanking started, a loud ripple of laughter ran through the group
of excited young baseball players as they happily watched a spectacle
they had never in their wildest dreams expected to see.
should have been fast becoming accustomed to humiliating situations,
however, there was no way that anyone with an ego the size of
Jordan’s would ever become used to being embarrassed, shamed and
humiliated. In fact with each new humiliation the cut became deeper
and more painful to his precious sense of pride.
wedgie spanking in front of the swimming and lacrosse teams had been
really embarrassing, and the the events in the clinic had been the
most humiliating thing to happen to him so far.
this was a completely new level of humiliation, the position he was
in made him feel uniquely exposed and vulnerable and although the
baseball team were all over 18, to his 19 year old mind, they were
just snotty kids, it seemed even more shameful to be spanked in front
of younger boys.
situation was made even worse by the fact that his sunburnt,
pre-spanked and ant stung bottom was already on fire before his dad
had started smacking it!! 
was then that a side door opened, and his two younger brothers
appeared, they had been attracted by the noise and had come to enjoy
the show. The two boys joined in the laughter, their enjoyment
increased by the back that it was their bullying big brother who’s
bare bottom as getting the treatment it had so long deserved.
firmly in place and aware that any attempt at escaping would be
useless, Jordan’s only option was to endure, but it was unendurable!!
OWWW! IT HURTS” he wailed, all attempt at pride now forgotten.
laughed the ranger, “When they start squealing like little piggies
you know you are getting through to them!!!!
looked up at the Ranger, a look of burning hatred in his eyes.
Ranger looked back with a slow cruel cruel, he then glanced away, and
fixed his gaze onto the the large sliding door an the side of the
garage where it opened onto the street.
he looked at it the door began to slowly slide open, the new remote
control device which Mr Draper had recently had installed seemingly
activated by the vibrations caused by his hand smacking his son’s
mouth fell open in horror as as he watched the door slowly glide
upwards into the roof. The garage opened directly onto the street,
if the door was open, anyone passing on the street would be able to
look in and see what was happening.
let the street be empty!” he thought frantically “Please, please
don’t let anyone be there!!” 
Jordan Draper’s stubborn streak of bad luck was showing no sign of
changing, because there were people on the street …. there were
lots of people on the street ……..
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The Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (part 1)

Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (part 1)
could not forget about the kitten that Jordan had kicked, the more he
thought about the thoughtless cruelty that nasty boy had inflicted on
a trusting little animal the more and more angry he became.
the old warlock’s anger grew his spell grew stronger, and his
incantations, which still echoed in the dark recesses and forgotten
places, began to travel further to even deeper and far darker places
where it was heard by things, the likes of which would make the
bravest of men tremble.
was now the turn of one such thing to answer his call, a creature
which had slumbered for many centuries began to stir. Gradually as
the thing awoke it began to change its form transitioning bit by bit
from something beast like into the recognisable form of a man.
last, the shape shifting complete, the creature which had become a
man stepped forward from the shadows, it’s manly body now illuminated
by the flames of the fiery cavern where it had slept. As it did so,
a sardonic smile settled on its now passably handsome features. It
had been centuries since it had last been called, but now that it was
awake, it planned to have some fun.
in the place where human dwell, Jordan was moody and miserable, both
emotions made worse by the constant stinging throb in his now much
punished bottom. He felt sore, he felt humiliated and on top of all
that, he felt hot. The brief respite of the cooler morning had
passed and the steamy mid – summer temperatures had returned with a
young and in good shape, Jordan was not usually affected by hot
weather, but even he was suffering in this level of heat and
humidity, not least because the hot weather seemed to make the fire
in his butt even more painful.
was as if hell fire had been unleashed and was heating the very air,
as a result, Jordan was in a Hellish mood.
backside had been stinging ever since those damn injections that
morning, followed by hard and embarrassing bare bottom, hand
spanking, from the Coach. Weirdly, the burning sensation was not
fading, in fact, if anything, it was getting worse, how was that even
heat, and the pain in his rump were not the only reasons Jordan had
cut class that afternoon. Now that everyone in the school knew what
had happened to him in the locker room, and were probably already
being informed of his latest humiliation, attending a class full of
grinning and giggling students was an embarrassing and humiliating
was intolerable that everyone knew what had happened to him, and the
damage to his fragile ego would take a long time to heal, even after
most people had forgotten. He could only be grateful that so few
people knew that his father had been spanking him every night,
Jordan’s younger brothers knew, but they also knew what would happen
to them if they dared to reveal it!
strong desire to escape from the whispering and scornful glances, as
well as relief from the city heat, had led Jordan to jump on his
motorbike and ride out of the city into the open countryside and into
a large forest beyond.
the weekend, the forest, which was a national park would have been
full of hikers and tourists, however, as it was now midweek, Jordan
found that, as expected, apart from an occasional passing car, he was
alone, which was now the way he wanted it.
was not a natural nature lover, but trees and bushes did not know
what had happened to him, they did not giggle, point and snigger at
his humiliation, so right now he preferred the company of trees to
that of human beings.
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off the main road through the centre of the forest he followed a
narrow pathway until he reached a small river. Jordan stopped his
motorbike and got off, before pulling a pack of cigarettes from the
pocket of his shorts.
lit a cigarette and took in a long drag of smoke. Only an occasional
smoker, this made him cough and he angrily threw the still lit
cigarette aside and walked on, careless of the fire risk in the
summer dried forest.
few hundred yards from him, the river flowed into a large pool,
almost the size of a small lake, before flowing on through the woods.
On this scorching hot day, the cool water looked very tempting,
however, there was a clearly visible “NO SWIMMING” sign on
the other bank.
That!” thought Jordan, “Who’s here to see me? It’s fucking hot,
and I feel like a swim! To hell with their damn rules”
that, he swiftly slipped off his T-shirt, shorts and sneakers, all of
which he dumped unceremoniously into the grass, then, when naked, he
ran to the edge of the pond and waded in.
pond was deep and the water a cool and refreshing respite the
ferocious heat of the day. As a champion level swimmer, Jordan was
in his favourite element, and his beautiful, fit, lithe and supple
body shimmied through the water like a young otter, easily completing
laps of the pool and diving deep under water.
a brief while Jordan could forget the humiliation and sore bottom
which currently beset his life and enjoy doing the one thing at which
he really excelled.
Jordan pulled himself out of the water and climbed onto a large rock
on the bank. The spurt of rigorous exercise has relaxed him and he
lay down on his stomach to sunbathe for a while. 
body might feel relaxed , but his mind was still buzzing with the
trauma of the last few days. As he lay there he remembered that he
was due for another spanking from his Dad later that day, and another
the next day. Then on Friday, he was supposed to return to the
doctor for more injections in his backside, there was no way of
getting out of that, he knew the coach would make sure he attended.
As the implications of his situation swirled through his brain he put
his head in his hand, a look of pure desperation on his handsome
despite his anxiety, he began to feel drowsy. Although he was a fit
and healthy 18 year old, the stress of the last few days had been
exhausting, and within moments of closing his eyes, he had fallen
he slept, the noon day sun became gradually hotter and hotter and
it’s rays grew more and more intense as the burning ultraviolet shone
down on the land below and onto Jordan’s naked slumbering body.
course, as Jordan spent many hours outside in the sunshine, wearing
just his speedos, his body was well tanned and largely immune from
the more harmful effects of the sun. However, one part of him was
not. The part of him which lay between his golden tan-lines, and
which was usually covered by a protective layer of nylon and spandex
was still winter white and, given recent events, even more tender
than normal.
part of him, his little bare white bottom. Was now fully exposed and
directly in the path of the sun’s rays. As the fearsome southern sun
blazed down on Jordan’s naked behind, the snow white, baby soft skin,
began to grow pinker and pinker.
hour later Jordan awoke, and quickly became aware of a burning
sensation to his butt cheeks, which were now very tender and quite
badly sunburned. He jumped he feet and peered back over his shoulder
at his considerably reddened backside “DAMN and FUCK IT!” he
thought, that was the last thing he needed right now, especially as
his Dad had threatened him with yet another spanking the coming
YOU READ?!” a loud gruff voice rang out, causing him to jump
forward and nearly fall of the rock. He spun round to see an angry
faced forest ranger glaring at him.
you see this sign?!” the ranger pointed to the sign which Jordan
had ignored “There are dangerous currents in this river, you could
have drowned!” 
BS!” sneered Jordan “ I was in the rock pool, anyway I am a
strong swimmer!”
doesn’t give you the right to break the rules…. or wander around in
a public place bare butt naked!”
then Jordan had forgotten he was nude, he glanced quickly around, and
realised that the ranger was standing between him and his clothes.
it to you?” Sneered Jordan “I….”
any further words had left Jordan’s mouth, the ranger had stepped
forward and grabbed hold of him by the arm. “Don’t you be
disrespecting me!” he snarled. He pointed to his badge “I’ll show
you what happens to impudent young pups who disrespect this badge!”
ranger strode towards a fallen tree trunk, pulling the protesting
Jordan after him. He sat down and with one powerful movement pulled
the unlucky young athlete over his knee. 
I come from, when a young varmint like you disrespects the law he
ends up with a butt hotter than a jackrabbit’s tail in a pepper
patch!” He looked down at Jordan’s bare bottom perched temptingly
of his knee “Which is just how that cute little white …. um ..
pink … tail is gonna’ feel when I am done with it!”
that the ranger began to give Jordan yet another spanking. The long,
sweep through swing of his arm, and the almost lazy body language
belying the force of his blows.
Jordan was under no illusion as to how hard the Ranger’s slaps were
are they assaulted his upturned rear end. Smack after smack landing
hard on the extra tender, sun burnt, cheeks with a sound not unlike
an artillery discharge.
yelled Jordan, “Please Officer Stop!! I didn’t see the OWWW sign
….. I OWWCH … didn’t see the sign!” he lied.
the grinning Ranger showed no intention of stopping, and in fact,
increased the force of his slaps in response to the young swimmer’s
and unnoticed to both Jordan and the ranger, Jordan’s discarded denim
shorts were gradually being swarmed by a troop of fire ants from the
nest beneath where he had carelessly tossed them. The tiny creatures
crawled all over the short blue pants, most, by pure coincidence (of
course) assembling in the seat area.
the swarm of small stinging insects continued to take up residence in
his pants, over by the river bank the spanking continued until
Jordan’s bottom glowed red with the officer’s hand prints, at which
point, when he was satisfied that the boy would not be sitting down
easily for quite a while, the Ranger shoved Jordan off his lap and
stood up. “Let that be a lesson to you youngun!” he said “In
future you obey lawful instructions! That sign is there for a
Jordan began crawling across the ground clutching his burning
butt cheeks, oblivious to the comical spectacle he was creating. “My
ass is on fire!” he moaned plaintively.
will hurt a lot worse than that if I catch you breaking park rules
again!” snapped the Ranger, the stern tone belied by the amused
twinkle in his eye “Now put your clothes on get on that flashy bike
of yours and head on back to the city!”
the Ranger mounted his own motorbike, gave Jordan a contemptuous mock
salute and rode off down the forest trail, while a glowering and
resentful Jordan watched him leave. The Spanking on his sun singed
bottom was really stinging like crazy, why did this keep happening to
stomped over to where he had left his clothes, picked up his shorts,
without looking at them, and quickly put them on. Within seconds he
was to realise what a big mistake this was, his shorts were full of
fire ants, especially the seat area hugging his just spanked bottom.
The ants, of course, did what ants do when they are threatened, or
have their space invaded and immediately began to bite.
screamed Jordan as two dozen tiny but ferocious insects began sinking
their sharp jaws into his bottom expelling acid like venom as they
jumped up and down, yelling out in pain as the angry little ants kept
furiously biting at him. He struggled with the button of his shorts,
but it would not budge. It was as if some mysterious external force
was holding it firmly in place and preventing him from stripping off
his ant invaded shorts. 
Yelled Jordan “I’m being eaten alive!!” he continued to
frantically struggle with the button of his increasingly tight
shorts, but it would not give way. “Make them stop!! make them
stop!!” he screamed, but only the trees heard him. There was only
one option, he had to drown the vicious little beasts.
to stop the biting, Jordan ran back to the river bank, he dived into
the water and sat chest deep in the shallower area near the bank,
submerging his bottom and shorts until the ants finally stopped
signed in relief, as the cool water gave some much needed soothing to
the stinging of his sunburn, spanked and insect stung bottom!
” and angry voice roared
from the river bank. The Ranger, who had appeared to leave the scene
had, in fact, doubled back an instinct alerting him to to check that
Jordan was behaving himself.
pants were full of ants!!” wailed Jordan “They were eating me
the Ranger was in no mood to listen to excuses, Jordan had broken the
park rules again and there would be consequences! “Come here now
” he ordered.
was a note in the Ranger’s voice which demanded obedience, so,
reluctantly, and with an overwhelming sense of doom, Jordan waded to
the bank. The moment he reached the bank the Ranger grabbed him by
the ear and dragged him onto dry land. As he did so, Jordan’s
shorts, which, only minutes before had been so tight he could not get
out of them, fell down around his ankles, leaving him naked once
holding firmly to Jordan’s ear, the Ranger pulled him towards the
path, forcing him to stumble out of his shorts, which were then left,
together with his t-shirt and sneakers were left together back by the
river bank.
is your address boy?” snapped the Ranger
do you need that?” stammered Jordan
Mess with me youngun’!” yelled the offer “address now!”
…um … 727 Parkfield!” replied the unhappy young swimmer.
That’s where we are going!” with that he pushed Jordan face down
across his motorbike, and the straddled the seat behind him, trapping
Jordan between his bulging groin and the steering column of the bike.
He then slammed his booted foot down on the pedal, revered the
powerful engine and and began to ride the bike, with it’s unhappy
cargo back up the track towards the road.
frantically looked back at his own bike, still leaning against the
tree. “My bike!!” he yelled.
that boy!” laughed the Ranger, “You have much bigger things to
worry about than your old bike”
that he increased the throttle and sped off down the track, leaving
Jordan’s clothes and his prized new Yamaha where it was.
Ranger’s own motorbike, with the bare bottomed Jordan draped across
it was soon past the track and onto the main road out of the forest,
before joining the free-way back towards town. Once again, Jordan
could not believe the horror of what was happening to him, once again
he was in an embarrassing and exposed position, with a bright red
bare bottom on delay, and once again he had the sinking feeling in
the pit of his stomach that things were about to get even worse.
was right, it was about to get worse.
they could have reached Jordan’s home via quieter side roads, the
Ranger chose the more public route through the centre of town, thus
ensuring that far more people got to stare and laugh at the one time
top jock on campus’s latest humiliation.
a group of young men who Jordan knew from the sports club began
cheering the passing spectacle, the mortified lad lowered his head
and closed his eyes in shame. His instinct was to try and leap from
the bike and escape, but he was held in place by the pressure of the
Ranger’s bulging groin and rock like thighs, against the bike’s metal
steering column.
was then that he became aware of large hard object pressing into his
side, and realised with helpless outrage that his captor was actually
enjoying humiliating him.
after having taken a long and very public diversion, the they turned
into Parkfield drive, where the Draper family lived. On reaching the
house, the Ranger dismounted, pulled the naked Jordan off the bike,
and led him to the front door.
Ranger knocked hard on the front door, and then rang the bell, but
there was no immediate answer, and Jordan began to hope that for once
he would escape further punishment, perhaps the Ranger would leave
him there, so he could get dressed before anyone else saw him, and
then work out how to bet his new bike back before his dad found
…ou….. Before he could finish the thought, Jordan’s bad luck
I help you officer!” asked Mr Draper appearing suddenly from the
side of the house “Jordan …. where are your clothes?”
the, now very miserable Jordan, could reply the Ranger had answered
for him, telling Mr, Draper that Jordan had left his clothes
littering the countryside so that he could break park rules by
swimming in a dangerous river.
the Ranger had finished Mr. Draper turned to Jordan, the expression
on his face thunderous “I can’t trust you out of the house for five
minutes boy!!” he bellowed! “You know what is going happen now
don’t you?!!”
Dad please!” wailed Jordan, “my as… bottom is really sore
already, you spanked me this morning, then I got sun burn, then the
ranger guy spanked, then all these ants ……!!!”
argue with me boy!” Barked. Mr Draper “Officer, please bring him
round to the garage, there are some people who need to see this!!”
father then led the Ranger, with the unhappy Jordan in tow, his
father’s last words “Some people who need to see this …” still
ringing in his head….

The Shaman’s Revenge (Part 6)

Shaman’s Revenge Part 6”
Jordan gave no further thought to the kitten he had just kicked, and
felt no remorse for what he had done, instead he was far more
occupied in feeling sorry for himself, and cursing his recent streak
of bad luck.
stopped when he was less than a block from the Medical centre where
he was supposed to be seeing the doctor. “Fuck it!” he thought
“I’m not going to let him jab me in the ass again, … that really
fucking hurts!” he shrugged “If I don’t turn up, what can he do?
And if anyone asks, I will just say I forgot!”
turned intending to make his way back in the direction from he had
come, only to find a large, figure in a sweatshirt and tracksuit
pants, standing behind him. “C…Coach!” he stammered.
are you going Jordan?! Asked the coach, “I believe you are supposed
to be seeing the doctor this morning …. for some booster
…I ..I…” replied Jordan, his eyes darting from side to
side, in search of escape, but there was none.
was training the basketball team!” continued the coach, “But
thought I had better check that you hadn’t forgotten!” He smiled
“as your coach, your well being is a matter of importance for me.”
He put his hand on Jordan’s shoulder “Come on, young man, I
understand you may be nervous, but it is for your own good. I will
accompany you to your appointment ….. as moral support!”
opened his mouth to protest and assure the Coach that he didn’t need
support, but no words came, he knew, before he spoke that it would be
pointless to argue. The Coach’s firm grip on his shoulder told him
the older man was determined to accompany him to the clinic.
heart sank, it was clear there would be no way of avoiding those
painful injections.
later, Jordan and Coach Amundsen had reached the waiting room outside
the clinic and they did not have long to wait before the doctor put
his head around the door
Jordan … And good morning Coach Amundsen..” the Doctor greeted
them, without questioning why the Coach was also present “Jordan,
please strip off your clothes in the disrobing cubicle here” he
indicated a door to the side “and then come and join us in the
examination room.”
failed to pick up on the word “us” in the Doctor’s instruction,
but balked at the implied requirement for nudity “All my clothes?”
he groaned
replied the doctor, his tone clipped and efficient “ALL your
clothes!” he frowned “And be quick about it!, we haven’t got all
as the Doctor tells you Jordan, I will be waiting for you” smiled
Coach Amundsen, his words echoing ominously in Jordan’s brain, with
the subliminal message “You ain’t getting out of this kiddo!”
face set in a pouting sulk, better fitted to a disobedient five year
old than an 18 year old athlete, Jordan walked as slowly as he could
into the small changing cubicle which the doctor had indicated and
moodily began removing his clothes.
naked, Jordan felt very exposed and vulnerable, his every fibre
yearning to put his clothes back on an run out of the building as
fast as he could. It was only the, still very clear, memory of the
Coach’s hard leathery palm which prevented him from doing so.
stark naked and clutching his hands over his dick and balls, Jordan
reluctantly left the sanctuary of the changing cubicle and slowly
made his way to the examination room as instructed. As he did so he
tried to steel himself for what was ahead, but was totally unprepared
for the sight which met him on entering the room. Not only was the
coach and the Doctor, who was now dressed in operating scrubs,
waiting for him but also two students, who he recognised immediately,
both dressed as male nurses.
now much hated, adversary Martin Clifford and also Milton Rumbold, a
skinny, and somewhat nerdish, youth whom Jordan had singled out for
bullying ever since they were both at junior school, were standing
next to the doctor, both trying unsuccessfully to appear serious.
are they doing here?” Jordan demanded, outraged that these two
should see him naked like this.
and Martin here are studying human anatomy prior to going on to
medical school!” replied the Doctor “they are here to observe
your examination!”
Jordan’s voice had become slightly high pitched.
am concerned by the results of your earlier tests!” replied the
Doctor “And I have determined that you require an anal examination
what?!” cried Jordan “No Fuc …. No way!!” 

not use that tone when speaking to the Doctor young man!” boomed
the coach “The Doctor knows what’s best!”
think there could be a problem, and that we need to check”,
continued the doctor, reaching for a box of disposable rubber gloves.
“Now climb onto the examination table!”
wailed Jordan “I don’t need my a … anal hole examined!!” he
looked as if he was about to cry “ not in front of …them!” he
pointed to Martin and Milton both of whom were now struggling top
suppress broad grins!
Draper!” shouted coach “Get on that table now, or you will regret
face etched in misery Jordan climbed onto the examination table as
instructed, surely this could not be really happening, this must be a
nightmare from which, any minute, he would awake in a cold sweat.
“Please let me wake up!” he prayed.
this was no dream, it was cold reality, and Jordan was about to have
his most intimate place exposed and examined in front of ….. Oh
Schultz pulled on the tight white rubber glove and stepped towards
the examination tale “Spread your legs and raise your bottom
Jordan!” he ordered, speaking in the same clipped and efficient
tone as he had used earlier.
but knowing that objections were pointless, Jordan did as he was
told. As he dis so, his eyes fell on a large metal tube like object
lying on small set of shelves next to the examination table. He had
no idea what it was, or why it was there, but the very sight of it
sent a chill down his spine.
doctor moved closer and proceeded to prod the edge of Jordan’s
puckering pink anus with the tip of his rubber tipped finger. This
caused a sensation which Jordan had never experienced before, his
reaction was instantaneous and instinctive, jerking forward away from
the invading finger.
still Jordan” ordered the Doctor “You seem unusually sensitive
…… hmmmmmm! What’s this?” he pointed to a slightly swollen and
discoloured section of Jordan’s tiny rectum “You have a bruise on
your anus!” he raised an eyebrow “have you been putting things up
your bottom ….. or letting another boy do so?”
watching boys both giggle audibly at this question.
I HAVE NOT!!” growled Jordan, now in an agony of embarrassment as
he remembered the toy truck in the lily pond “I …I sat on
doctor frowned “I don’t know about this!” he murmured, “That is
a very unusual bruise “It looks as if a hard object has been
inserted into your anus …. take a look at that Coach, don’t you
coach leaned forward to take a closer look. “Well, indeed” he
said “that is bruised ….what have you been doing boy?”
got stuck up there!” moaned Jordan in an agony of embarrassment “it
was an accident”
see …!!” The Doctor did not sound convinced “I need to check
further up the passage!” he said
pleased don’t…” Jordan began to object but before the words had
left his mouth, the doctor’s rubber gloved finger was already
pressing on the tight rim of his rectum, before it began to penetrate
weird sensation caused by such a foreign object as the doctor’s
finger being inserted into him caused Jordan to instinctively tighten
his muscles, with the result that his anal muscles firmly gripped the
Doctor’s finger.
Said the doctor “It is very tight! … are you trying to squeeze my
finger Jordan?”
whispered Jordan his face now glowing pink with humiliation recoiling
in horror as he could sense the doctor’s finger pushing further
inside. He could hardly believe that another man was physically
penetrating him and this was being keenly observed by people for whom
he had previously felt nothing but contempt.
could not get more humiliating than this he thought, however, as he
would soon discover, it could get more humiliating …….. and it
was about to!
doctor continued pushing his finger as far as he could up Jordan’s
back passage, feeling around for any abnormality, whilst the young
swimmer’s coil tense anal muscles continued to resist him. “I need
to get a better look” sighed the medic in exasperation “Martin
pass me the probe on that table” With his free hand he pointed to
the large metal object which Jordan had noticed earlier, and had been
right to fear.
a broad grin on his face, Martin obediently picked up the extra large
rectal probe the Doctor had pointed to and handed it to the doctor.
Martin, and the petroleum jelly too please!” Smiled the Doctor
…is that for?” asked Jordan, his voice having developed a quiver.
a medical probe” replied the Doctor, “it will enable us to see
further up your bottom and ensure there are no problems!”
are not putting that fucking thing up my ass!!” yelled Jordan “It’s
fucking huge!” he moved forward, intent on jumping from the table,
only to find the coach’s muscular frame blocking his way.
where you are!” commanded the coach “this is for your your own
good ……. and if I hear you swear again you will be sorry!”
to escape, Jordan looked back over his shoulder , and watched in
increasing terror as Dr Schultz smeared the jelly onto the shaft of
the probe which seemed to get more gigantic the longer he looked at
intent was Jordan on the large metal object, that he failed to notice
the a faint grin pass across the Doctor’s face.
had been correct when he said the device was “fucking huge” for
this was not the standard size probe, he would usually have used, as
that had unaccountably disappeared, so that it had been necessary to
borrow an extra large one from the veterinary school in the next
building. It was Jordan’s ill fate that he would be probed with an
appliance primarily designed for use on a cow or a medium sized pony.
the shaft was fully lubricated it was time to insert it into Jordan’s
small, and unusually tight anal passage. This was not easy, as every
muscle in Jordan’s fit young body strained in protest at such an
unwelcome penetration, and the tiny aperture seemed almost clamped
doctor placed one rubber gloved hand on Jordan’s left butt cheek and
pressed the hard metal tube against the tight, button like opening
between the cheeks. For an instant the image of a shiny silver
battering ram pounding against the firmly shut gates of a fairytale
punk castle flittered through his mind.
one further firm push the shaft was in, and Jordan gave an audible
gasp of shock as it entered.
or this will hurt!” said the doctor gently, however, relaxation was
now well beyond Jordan’s capability, so it was necessary for Schultz
to apply some force in order to push the probe more deeply into
gritted his teeth and kept his eyes tightly shut as the cold meta
cylinder forced it’s way deeper inside him. For most virgins the
first penetration can be painful, and for Jordan this was painful in
so many different ways. It was not just the physical discomfort of a
solid and sturdy item gradually impaling him which hurt but also the
mortifying knowledge that four sets of eyes were right then focused
on his anal deflowering burnt into his fragile ego as if those very
eyes were laser beams.
the doctor has successfully managed to force the first five or six
inches of the extra size probe into Jordan he picked up a small torch
and shone it into the now uncomfortably stretched orifice.
crouching on the table on all fours, Jordan closed his eyes tight and
tried to focus on anything other than the discomfort caused by the
hard metal implement now invading his body, and the devastating
realisation that his private inner sanctum was being illuminated for
all to see.
atomic wedgie and paddling in from of the swimmers and lacrosse team
had been embarrassing and humiliating, but even that had not come
close to the shame and humiliation he was now experiencing.
what, to Jordan, seemed like an age, the doctor spoke “Well, apart
from a little bruising, I can’t see any problem up there! All appears
in order” he said, before adding “Here Martin, or Milton, do you
want to take a look?”
please Doc” replied Martin quickly stepping forward “that will be
…. most informative!”
yelled Jordan looking back over his shoulder at the beaming boys
told you to behave!” snapped the Coach pointing a wagging finger at
Jordan “these boys are merely getting an education!”
took the probe and torch from the doctor, and proceeded to push the
metal tube back into Jordan. “It is very tight!” he said
pushing it back and forth as you insert it” replied the Doctor
helpfully “that should loosen it up!”
did not need telling twice, and within moments he was
enthusiastically pushing the tube back and forth up Jordon’s bottom
in in a firm rhythmical movement. “Yes, that’s better!” he said
as he proceeded to shine the torch into the open end of the probe. 
might have been ‘better’ from Martin’s perspective, but it certainly
was not better for Jordan. Not only was the sensation most
uncomfortable, but as the realisation dawned on him that his worst
enemy was literally fucking him with what amounted to a large metal
dildo, the depth of his mortification reached a whole new level.
Could his shame get any worse? …….. just possibly it could.
human body is a complex structure which can react to stimulus
irrespective of what the mind may be thinking. Even totally straight
and homophobic males such as Jordan have inconveniently placed
g-sports, and as Martin manipulated the probe, it was lovingly
stroking one of them.
although Jordan’s mind hated what was being done to him, as the probe
moved back and forward inside Jordan it pressed against nerves
connected to previously unexplored pleasure zones, which in turn
stimulated the body to respond as it would to sexual pleasure.
Jordan’s increasing horror, he realised that he was developing an
involuntary erection. He could not believe what was happening to him,
how this be having such an effect on him?, what if someone saw it?,
they would think he was actually enjoying what was happening, which
he certainly was not. What if ………..??!!
frantically tried to think of something, anything to take his mind
off the sensation and stop what was happening.
it was the doctor who inadvertently saved Jordan from the ultimate
humiliation, whist at the same time introducing a new nightmare, by
his next words.
enough of that!” he said “It’s time for Jordan’s injections!”
the word “injections” a wave of cold dread rushed though Jordan’s
body, washing away any other sensation or emotion and, as if
instantly deflated, his previously swelling penis began to shrink to
a shrivelled size smaller even than it had been before.
what he had just experienced he there was no way he was going to now
put up with being jabbed in the butt. For once ignoring the looming
presence of the Coach, he kicked backwards, his foot landing a
winding blow to Martin’s stomach, causing him to tumbled backwards,
still clutching the metal probe, which had slipped out of Jordan’s
anal passage much more quickly than it had slipped in.
jumped off the examination table and spun round glowering at the
Doctor “Fuck off you sick pervert!!” he snarled “you are not
going to stick those fucking needles into my fucking ass
coach’s reflexes were like lightening, before the last word had left
Jordan’s moth, the older man had grabbed him by the ear and dragged
him struggling and protesting across the room to a chair, placed next
to a row of shelves.
Coach sat down and pulled the naked Jordan face down across his lap
“Refusing to take your shots are you boy?” he asked “We will
see about that!” 
Jordan in place with his muscular athletic arms , the Coach nodded
towards Jordan’s upraised bottom “There’s the target Doc” he said
“Now get your needles!”
.. no don’t!” shouted Jordan “It hurts, can’t you give me a pill
instead!!” he struggled in the vain attempt to free himself, but as
he had discovered before, when the Coach gripped a boy, he stayed
so, the coach asked for assistance “Will one of you boys help me
hold him down please.!”
time it was Milton who scuttled forward. Keen to take his turn in
helping to punish his long term nemesis, he placed his hands on
Jordan’s shoulder and pushed downwards, helping Coach Amundsen keep
Jordan in place.
son, I am afraid it has to be an injection!” said the Doctor in
reply to Jordan’s earlier plea. “A pill would not be as effective!”
he picked up the first to two pre-prepared syringes and squirted a
small amount of liquid into the air. Then, as the coach and Milton
held Jordan down, and watched intently by Martin he stepped forward
holding the large syringe in his hand.
gritted his teeth, knowing what was coming, but that didn’t lessen
the fiery sting as the Doctor jabbed the needle hard into the fleshy
centre of his unprotected bottom. “YEEEOWW!” he yelled
one!” said the doctor, withdrawing the needle with a faint grin as
he thought of the impact that single jab would have “Just one
I try Sir?!!” said Martin quickly “it will be very ……
off!!” shouted Jordan attempting to look back over his shoulder but
finding his view blocked by Milton and the Coaches arms, which were
holding him down. “I don’t want that bastard jabbing me!!”
Doctor paused for a moment in contemplation “I don’t see why not!”
he said, totally ignoring Jordan’s protests. “As long as I
supervise you!” He handed the second syringe to Martin “Here you
go!” he said “Now insert the needle here!” he pointed to the
lower part of Jordan’s left butt cheek “It’s easier if you jab it
felt a thrill of excitement run down his spine, as he struggled to
stop his hands shaking whilst simultaneously attempting not to grin
too obviously. He was about to stick Jordan Draper in the ass,
something he had dreamed of doing on so many occasions.
moved closer to Jordan upheld backside, holding the syringe as if
about to throw it like a dart, then following the direction
instructed by the doctor, he too aim, before thrusting the needle
forward into the tender skin at the bottom of Jordan’s butt cheek and
then pressing down with his thumb to inject the solution into the
most sensitive part of Jordan’s bottom.
Jordan let out a yell of pain “YOU’RE DEAD FUCKER!…. I WILL GET
warned you Jordan!” snapped the coach “Your language has been
disgusting and I have warned you repeatedly what would happen if you
carry on swearing!!”
me for saying so Coach!” interrupted the Doctor “but it seems to
me that the young man is in just the right position for you to deal
with his behavour right now!”
coach looked down at Jordan lying, bottom up, across his knee “Well,
I declare!” he said in a passable Southern accent “It seems to me
you are right!” he raised his hand into the air “I promised you
another spanking Jordan” he said, “and a spanking is just what
you are going to get!”
please no Coach!” wailed Jordan “My butt’s real sore from those
replied Coach Amundsen “I am about to make it hurt a whole lot
more!” with that he brought his large palm down onto Jordan’s
bottom with a loud WHACK!
I am sorry Coach “I didn’t …OWWWW! .. mean it!”
as usual Jordan’s protests fell on deaf ears as the Coach’s palm
continued to pound his well rounded and much punished bottom,
carefully aiming each second or third smack to ensure it landed
exactly where first the Doctor, and them Martin had stabbed their
long needles into the unlucky young swimmer.
he, Milton and the Doctor stood watching the latest phase of Jordan’s
humiliation, Martin grinned to himself. He would long remember this
day, when he had both observed and personally participated in first
anally fucking then Jabbing Jordan Draper, and was now enjoying the
spectacle of watching Jordan receive yet another bare bottom spanking
he watched this incredible scene, something seminal and hardly
developed began to stir in Martins mind, a sixth sense which told him
that Jordan’s streak of bad luck would not be coming to an end any
time soon.
be continued …….

The Shaman’s Revenge Part 5

Shaman’s Revenge Part 5
gets spanked (again)
here for previous episodes –
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3  Part 4
was painfully aware of his nakedness, made worse by the people people
all around staring and pointing at him. He desperately looked around
for something to cover himself with, but the only thing he could find
was a child’s comic, and that of course would only cover his groin,
and not his shiny red and well spanked bottom.
was no way the two teams of athletes would allow him back in the
locker room to collect his clothes, so he had to somehow make his way
home. Unfortunately, home was on the other side of town. The
quickest way, and his usual route, would have been through the busy
centre of town, but there was no way he would do that in the nude.
considered taking the side roads, but to his despair he saw that they
were also full of people. The only option was to take the long way
round, through the park.
ran as quickly as he could until he reached the park entrance, trying
but failing to ignore the surprised laughter of people who saw him
passing by.
in the park, he hid behind a bush and attempted to gather his
thoughts, hoping that he could think of some way he could rescue the
situation and regain his position as the top jock on campus. But no
solution came to him, his reputation had been permanently damaged,
and he would now forever be known as the guy who got a wedgie
spanking from the coach. He cringed, as the realisation that, at
that very moment, word was spreading like wildfire through the
humiliation was complete, how could he ever show his face at college
even more immediate problem was how to get home without showing is
bright red and very sore bottom to that section of the town who had
not already seen it?!!
a sore bottomed and humiliated Jordan was hiding behind a bush and
pondering his dilemma, in an office elsewhere in the town a telephone
rang and was answered by a muscular man in his late thirties with the
words. “Hello Gordon Draper?”
Mr Draper!” said a serious sounding voice on the other end of the
phone. “I am phoning from from the college to inform you of a
serious disciplinary matter regarding your son Jordan!”
Jordan” Mr Draper sounded concerned “Is there a problem?”
am afraid there is!” replied the voice “and it is very serious
Draper frowned “Go on” he said “… tell me more …”
in the city park, Jordan had decided he could not stay hidden in the
bushes indefinitely, and that, nude or not, he had to try and make it
home. So he crawled out from his hiding place and began to make his
way across the park.
was then that he heard the sound of voices signalling than a group of
people were approaching. Anxious not to be seen by any more people
he crouched down and began backing towards the bushes. However, as
Jordan really should have learnt by then, it would have been wise for
him to check exactly where his butt was heading as he moved.
However, as he was fixated on the direction the voices had come from,
did not think to glance back over his shoulder.
he looked back, he would have seen the large spiky Arizona cactus
right behind him, and realised that his, still very sore, bare bottom
was heading straight for it. However, Jordan didn’t look back, and
moments later his much abused and exposed behind came into contact
with one of planet Earth’s most prickly plants.
let out a high pitched yell, as the sharp pricks of the cactus jabbed
into his bright pink butt cheeks. And he leaped forward rubbing his
now pricked, paddled, singed and jabbed backside!! tears welling up
in his eyes. The Doctors little injection had now taken full effect
with the result all sensations, especially unpleasant sensations,
were considerably exaggerated.
Jordan’s thoughts were briefly distracted from the pain in his
backside, by the sudden arrival of a stray dog. Jordan did not
recognize the animal, but it recognized him as the unkind human who
had thrown a brick at it a few days previously.
Dogs have no concept of nudity, the ancient instincts inherited from
the animal’s wild ancestors enabled it to sense that Jordan was now
exposed and vulnerable. Now was the time for the hound to take it’s
revenge. Bearing it’s fearsome fangs and snarling the dog lunged at
for Jordan, he had the reactions and agility of that athlete he was,
and these enabled him to avoid the dog and climb a nearby tree,
instants before the brute was able to sink it’s teeth into his flesh.
if it seemed to Jordan that escaping the dog meant his luck was
finally improving, he was very wrong! Our ill starred hero had only
climbed about 20 foot up the tree when a branch gave way beneath him
and he fell forward into a fork between the branches, where he
immediately became stuck, with his front part on one side and his
still rosy red bottom and kicking legs on the other side.
struggled and kicked but it look him a good ten minutes to free
himself from the tight position he was in.
those ten minutes, Jordan’s beacon like bottom presented a group of
little boys a perfect target for their slingshots. 
was an infamous local bully, and most of the youngsters had either
suffered at his hands or knew friends who had. Hence, they took
considerable pleasure in peppering his already well punished bottom
with the hard pieces of gravel and small stones which they found
lying around.
OOOOWWW!! … OUCH!! … Fuck you!! … I’ll kill you, you little
c….. AAAAOOOOW!! yelled Jordan’s as the missiles hit their target
with significant speed and impact!
casual observer, might wonder at the mysterious coincidence of the
boy’s, equipped with slingshots, arriving just as Jordan got himself
jammed into the tree, and in so doing became so ideal for their
target practice. However, as we have learned, such coincidence were
now becoming the normality of Jordan Draper’s life.
Jordan managed to free himself, at which point the young boy’s made a
swift departure, anxious to avoid their earlier target’s fists.
checking that the dog had also given up and moved on, Jordan
carefully climbed back down the tree. He realised that his plan to
get home through the park had been a mistake, and that he needed to
get to sanctuary, to his clothes and some soothing cream for his
bottom, as quickly as possible, even if that meant running stark
naked through the centre of town.
his teeth he turned and ran out of the park and down the road
leading to Main Street. He knew this would be embarrassing, and it
certainly was.
Jordan sprinted across Main Street, people turned, gawped and
laughed, as he knew they would, sights like this were not common in
small town America, and would, therefore, be remembered and talked
about for many months and probably years to come.
his horror and increasing embarrassment, he spotted a familiar face
in the crowd. Lucy-Mae McCormick, the gorgeous babe he had been
planning a hot date with only days before, was staring with wide
eyed and shocked amusement, her hand clasped over her mouth. That
hot date would now never happen, as Jordan ran on he realised that
not only was his reputation destroyed but his sex life was as dead as
General Custer’s horse for the foreseeable future.
the shamed and naked runner reached the street on which he lived. As
he ran down it, that street had never seemed so long before, and why
was everybody out in their front gardens?. Old Miss Turpin out
tending to her roses, Mr Ericson mowing his lawn, the Turner triplets
playing with their dog and that sexy well preserved MILF Mrs De Marco
sunning herself on her front porch. All of them, all his neighbours,
could enjoy at his nakedness and still spanked butt as he ran past,
and being a handsome guy, most of them did enjoy the sight (although
Agnes Turpin had to lie down in a darkened room until the
palpitations subsided).
the back door was unlocked, as Jordan’s door keys were still in his
sports bag back in the locker room.
soon as Jordan got into the house he rushed into the shower and spent
the next half hour in a desperate attempt to sooth his burning bottom
with a carefully regulated flow of tepid, warm, water. At first it
had almost no effect, but finally the healing power of cool water
began to work its magic, and, although still tender and smarting, the
worst of the sting in his backside began to ease. With a sigh of
relief Jordan stepped out of the shower, and dried himself with a
towel before making his way to his room.
mind was spinning. Trying to fathom how he had ended up in such an
uncomfortable and humiliating situation, there must be some way he
could restore his reputation and then he could get his revenge on
that Martin Clifford fa…….
thought came to an abrupt halt as he stepped into his bed room and
saw his father standing beside his bed, his arms folded and a furious
look on his face. Bizarrely and, somewhat disturbingly, one of his
Dad’s size 11, rubber soled bedroom slippers was lying on Jordan’s
… what are you doing here?” asked Jordan, surprised to see his
hard working father home so early.
am here to deal with you son!” snapped his father “I have
received some very disturbing reports about you from the college!”
..what?” stammered Jordon, nonplussed by the sight of his usually
calm and taciturn father appearing so angry and agitated! He suddenly
remembered he was naked and quickly wrapped the towel he was carrying
around his waist. He had never had much respect for his father, and
certainly no fear, but now the man terrified him.
you stole valuable trophies and attempted to blame fellow students
for your actions. That you have been bullying younger and weaker
boys, and that you have brought our family name into disrepute!”
stormed the angry older man!
Dad… its all lies …” spluttered Jordan, “I can explain!”
time for explanations are over Jordan!” roared his father “I have
come to an agreement with the college, … and I plan to start
honouring my side of that agreement right now!!”
w …w what do you mean?”
have agreed not to prosecute, provided that I take you in hand and
start imposing some long overdue … discipline!”
discipline …?”
discipline!” as those words still echoed round the room, Gordon
Draper strode across the room and grabbed the still stunned Jordan by
the ear, before dragging him towards the bed, sitting down and
pulling his son over his lap.
have agreed with the college that I will spank you Jordan, and that I
will spank you hard and spank you often!” he grabbed hold of the
hem of Jordan’s towel and pulled it up over his waist revealing the
18 year old’s bare bottom “There has not been enough spanking in
your life Jordan, but that is about to change!!!”
No Dad, you can’t!” yelled a very alarmed Jordan “I’m 18 … and
besides, my ass .. uh .. my bottom is real sore!”
and I am pleased to hear it, I was told the coach had to discipline
you!” replied Mr Draper “I must thank him for, starting the job,
but I plan to finish it … NOW!”
attempted to pull away and get to his feet, but his father seemed to
have acquired strength he never knew he possessed, and firmly held
Jordan face down across his lap.
future, Jordan, when ever you step out of line, you will get
spanked!” he raised his hand above his head, and brought it down
with a loud SMACK! on Jordan’s bottom “If you are rude to your Mom,
or bully your brothers, you will get spanked!” SMACK! “If you get
up late on a school day, you get spanked!” SMACK!
yelled Jordan, “Dad please stop, can’t we talk about this”
his father continued “Anything less than an ‘A’ grade in your
college tests , will earn you a spanking!” SMACK!!
yelled Jordan, who’s lifetime best academic grade in school work had
been a D+ in English “I can’t get A’s!”
you are going to get lots of spankings!” SMACK” replied his
father. “In fact, to start off as I intend to carry on” SMACK! “I
will spank you every night for the rest of this week!” SMACK “It
is no less than you deserve!” SMACK “And, if you don’t behave I
shall do it again every morning!” SMACK “If you think your bottom
is sore now young man, that is how it going to feel every night this
can’t!” protested Jordan furiously “I’ll fucking leave fucking
dare you use that language to me?” SMACK “In any event, you can’t
‘leave home’!” SMACK “You are forgetting a little matter of a
court order!” SMACK “following the little matter of borrowing the
neighbours car” SMACK “driving underage, wrecking the car and
being caught in possession of Marijuana!” SMACK”The court put you
under my care until you are 21!” SMACK “If you leave home, the
sheriff’s deputies will just bring you back … every time!”
hissed a profanity through his teeth, he had indeed forgotten that
damn court order, at the time he thought it no big deal and that he
had got away with what he’d done, it didn’t seem like that now.
two and a half years until you are twenty one son, I know maths
isn’t your strong point, but you can get a hell of a lot of spankings
in two and a half years!”
… no Dad please!!” wailed a now very miserable Jordan
that point the bedroom door opened, and Jordan’s two younger
brothers, made curious by the noise, entered the room!
OUT” shouted Jordan “Make them leave Dad, I don’t want them to
see this..!!!”
brothers can stay and watch!” replied Mr Draper “It will do them
good to see what happens top naughty boys …. even if they are 18!
embarrassment at his spanking being watched by his brothers would
have been even worse, had he realised that, with the bedroom windows
open the sound of his bare bottom spanking was floating out of the
window to the street below where a crowd was already gathering. A
curious observer might ask why both Martin Clifford and Coach
Amundsen had chosen to walk down that suburban street that very
afternoon. However, the curious observers were too occupied by the
sounds coming from Jordan’s bedroom to notice the two men joining
however, noticed each other and exchanged a glance, which briefly
revealed a kinship. The coach maintained a straight faced expression,
but Martin could not hide the grin which spread across his face as he
realised that he was not alone in the sensations he was feeling.
thrill of previously unknown excitement ran through him, as he
listened the smacks and yelps coming from the open bedroom window, in
his mind’s eye he imagined Mr Draper’s hard palm smacking down again
and again onto Jordan’s beautifully formed bottom. Handsome swimming
jock Jordan Draper was getting the comeuppance he so deserved, and
the excitement and pleasure which that knowledge gave Martin would
stay with him for a long while.
the men outside the house, continued to listen to Jordan’s spanking,
a very old man hobbled past them. Goran, for it was he, stopped
briefly and listened to the sounds. He then chuckled to himself,
straightened up and then walked on, now with a renewed and more
youthful vigour to his stride.
in the bedroom the smacks had turned to WHACKS as Mr Draper had
picked up his slipper and begun spanking Jordan with that. The towel
had fallen away, and Jordan was now naked. The pain in his bottom
was now unbearable, and despite being observed by his little
brothers, tears were now streaming down his face and he, Jordan
Draper, the handsomest and coolest dude on campus was crying and
blubbering like a little kid.
in his 18 year on earth had been so painful and humiliating. He had
been publicly shamed, stripped naked, his bottom subjected to a
multitude of agonising punishments, and now it seemed he was facing a
full week of spankings. It could not possibly get worse than this
could it ……..?

The Shaman’s Revenge – Part 4

Shaman’s Revenge (Part 4)

here for previous episodes –
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3 

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.
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! 
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.
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
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.
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
That’s good!!” cheered Scott “really rub it in – make sure he feels
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.
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.
screamed the singed Jock “It’s burning, its burning!!”
supposed to you wimp!” laughed Scott “That’s how it works!!
need to wash it off!” wailed Jordan “I need the showers!!!”
no!” interrupted Martin Clifford, who had been watching silently
until then, “the showers are not for liars and thieves … you
might contaminate them!”
a moment the athletes fell silent, struck by the obvious
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.
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!”
out there everyone else will get to see your lovely red butt Jordan!”
grinned Martin
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!”
don’t need clothes fella’!!! laughed a swimmer “Not with a great
bod like yours!”
had always been proud of his body, but now the last thing he wanted
was for anyone to see him naked.
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.
a high pitched scream of surprise and delight echoed down the corridor
as two female tennis players walked in and spotted the naked swimmer.
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.
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
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!
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,
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
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.
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.

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.
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.
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.
many virgins discover, the first time can be painful, and this was
certainly the case for Jordan. 
so many ways since his ill fated encounter with the old Shaman,
Jordan was really, to use his own colourful idiom, …. Fucked.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!!
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.
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.
camera hit the floor of the crawlspace with a loud bang which
immediately announced Chase’s presence to the women below.
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!!”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Struggled to free himself, but this merely caused an already
precariously placed beam to collapse onto him, pinning him in place.
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.
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.
yelled out in pain, wriggling helplessly as a cloud of hostile
insects descended on his defenceless and very exposed bottom.

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!”
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.
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.
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
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”
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
Boss, you can’t paddle me I’ve been sung on the butt!” groaned
Chase “It sure hurts like it’s on fire!”
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.
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!” 
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.
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!”
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.
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.
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.


The Shaman’s Revenge – Part 3

Shaman’s Revenge Part Three

here for previous episodes –
Part 1
Part 2
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
fucker’s knee.
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.
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
Norman Timmins.
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
team mates.
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
little f#ggot!
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!”
he said
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!”
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
almost herculean.
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 (
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
butt cheeks.
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
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.
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,
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
Scott Rather.
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

be continued …

The Sting Of The City (Part 1)

The Sting of The City

the “Sting of the Jungle” series
had been a long flight across the Atlantic, during which Boy had not
made himself popular with the flight crew as he bounded around inside
of the aircraft, hanging from, the luggage lockers, constantly
demanding food, which he insisted on eating with his fingers, and
occasionally trying to peer up the female flight attendants’ skirts.
to the intense excitement of Boy, and the relief of his fellow
passengers the plane finally landed at John F Kennedy airport in New

had surprisingly little difficulty getting through customs and
immigration control. This was possibly due to the fact that his
loincloth was so short he was self evidently not smuggling anything,
and, by coincidence the staff on duty were either females or gay
males, all of whom were enchanted by his golden haired good looks and
had not had the opportunity to experience his less attractive
character traits.

had convincingly claimed that he was visiting relatives in New York
and would be returning to the jungle in a few weeks, and, although he
had no idea where his US relatives lived and had no intention of ever
returning to Africa, he had been believed and let through.
it was not long before he was walking into the arrivals lounge,
excitedly anticipating starting his new life in America, free of all
the jungle creatures, which all seemed intent on stinging his bottom.
Thrilled by his liberation, Boy at first failed to notice the
interest his near naked appearance was causing to those around him.
Dressed in nothing more than a skimpy loincloth, Boy certainly stood
out from the crowd.
although some may have been shocked by his lack of clothing, for the
majority of observers his toned and athletic young body was an
unexpected site which engendered more feelings of admiration and lust
than disapproval.
no US dollars to pay for a taxi, Boy had a long bare foot walk before
he eventually arrived in the city, and it was only then that he began
to notice the attention his appearance was causing. As he walked down
the street he suddenly realised that people were stopping to stare at
him, which made him feel uncomfortable and very exposed by comparison
with everyone else.
by his discomfort, and unfamiliar with navigating city streets Boy
accidentally stepped into the road and jumped with a start as a
yellow cab almost hit him and it flashed past blaring it’s horn.
second cab, passing in the other direction actually brushed against
him, it’s side mirror catching his loincloth and tearing it from him
as it passed.
of a sudden Boy was totally naked standing in the middle of a crowded
New York street, surrounded, by people all staring, pointing and
laughing at him. 

Crushed by embarrassment, Boy clamped his hands
over his exposed groin, but could not cover his bare bottom, which
was now on full display.

his jungle training came back to save him, with three huge bounds,
over the roofs of passing cars, he grabbed the side of a building,
and like the, ape trained, boy he was, began swiftly and deftly
climbing up the side of the towering structure.
and up the side of the skyscraper he climbed, his well practised feet
and fingers finding tiny footholds in the seemingly sheer surface
until he was almost in the clouds, however, heights were no problem
for Boy, who had spent much of his time in the jungle canopy, he was
just happy to be out of the sight of the crowds below.
finally reached a penthouse roof garden at the top of one of the
towers where the foliage, albeit in large wooden plant boxes, gave
him a sense of home and security where he could hide from this
strange, clothes wearing world he had landed in.
behind a low wall, he peered over the edge watching city life rushing
on below him, and decided to wait for nightfall, when darkness would
enable him to hide from people as he hunted for some means of
covering his naked body.
course, unlike the jungle, night in the city did not bring darkness,
if anything the lights from the streets and buildings made it even
brighter than daylight.
Boy knew that he could not stay in his eyrie forever, and that he had
to scavenge for clothes and food, so eventually he began a careful
descent from the top of the building, climbing down the back of the
structure, where there was less direct light.
reaching the ground he kept to the shadows and dark alleyways, until
he reached an empty side street leading off a larger street
consisting mainly of shops, which, as the shops were now closed, was
considerably less crowded than elsewhere in the city.
crept down the street fascinated by the array of clothes on sale,
until he saw, what he assumed to be, a very smart light grey designer
suit, which looked as it was in his size. The suit was similar to one
he had seen in a picture in an in flight magazine he had read on the
flight over.
the picture, the man in the suit had been surrounded by beautiful and
scantily clad women all gazing adoringly at him. Perhaps owning a
similar suit could gain Boy similar adoration from equally hot
later the shop window shattered as a garbage bin, which boy had
easily broken free of it’s attachment to a nearby lamp post, smashed
through it. Boy jumped into the window, deftly avoiding the broken
glass, and quickly stripped the suit from the mannequin, before also
grabbing a shirt, tie and shoes which were also on display.
the stolen clothes under his arm, Boy sprinted off into the night.
he had clothes and with his innate guile and good looks, it did not
take Boy long to find a room in a shared apartment with a middle aged
man called Wesley Ritter, who was prepared to wait for the rent, if
he could watch boy showering. Boy thought this odd, but assumed it
was a “city folk thing”, and went along with it in exchange for
somewhere to live.
addition to housing Boy on the promise of future rent, Wesley used
his contacts to get Boy a job in brokerage firm in Lower Manhattan,
which was how Boy was to start his brief, and ill fated, career in
high finance.
himself as Guy, and wearing his stolen grey suit, Boy, with his
handsome blonde looks, and boyish charm was initially welcomed warmly
by his fellow workmates, especially with the females and gay men.
it was not long before the less attractive side the Boy’s character
began to show itself. Free from the moderating influence of Tarzan’s
firm, hard. hand and even harder paddle, it was not long before Boy’s
arrogant, selfish and downright nasty behaviour had totally alienated
his co-workers.
bad behaviour extended to his leisure hours, when he wasn’t pursuing
women at city bars and nightclubs, he was using his jungle learned
athletic prowess to bully and humiliate weaker and less able people.
Being almost totally self interested, Boy did not realise how
unpopular he was making himself.
those who had originally welcomed “Guy” warmly, but soon learned
better were Marc Temple and Kamil (Kam) Nowak, two gay men who, after
having met through work had recently moved together. Being gay, Marc
and Kam had initially been delighted by the newcomer’s handsome
appearance and athletic young body, however, this did not last long,
and they soon developed a strong dislike for their new co-worker,
albeit, while still considering him totally hot.
also soon realised that Guy was up to no good, as he was clearly
spending far more money than he could possibly be earning. Kam
worked in the firm’s IT department, so he was able to view Guy’s
computer records and discover that the young villain was syphoning
company funds into his own bank account.
cried Marc when Kam showed him the evidence “Now we get to teach
that jerk a lesson!!
smiled Kam, he is going to get what he deserves!”