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Soccer Jock Humiliation

Soccer
Jock Humiliation

The coach’s methods were old
fashioned but very effective. He kept an especially embarrassing ping
pong paddle ready for swollen headed jocks like young Colton Fisher,
as he knew that the stinging humiliation of being publicly paddled,
over the knee like some kid, in front of his team mates, would stay with Colton long
after the fire in his tight little butt had faded.

However,
he planned to make sure that fire didn’t cool for quite some time,
certainly a lot longer than it would take for cell phone footage of
Colton’s embarrassing bare bottomed punishment the reach every jock
and Co-Ed on Campus. 

He
would not stop until Colton’s butt cheeks were glowing even redder
than the one’s on his face.
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The Fantasy Art of Mark (Part 4 of 4)

 
Here
is the fourth selection of the work of the Spanking fantasy artist
Mark, who has kindly agreed to contribute
to this blog.

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here to view part One

Here for part Two
and here for Part three
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The Fantasy Art of Mark (Part 3 of 4)

 
Here
is the third selection of the work of the Spanking fantasy artist
Mark, who has kindly agreed to contribute
to this blog.
There
is so much to enjoy in every picture Mark creates, from the sizzling
hot imagery to the cleverly chosen scenarios and wicked humour in the
text.
 

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The Fantasy Art of Mark (Part 2 of 4)

Here
is the second selection of the work of the Spanking fantasy artist
Mark, who has kindly agreed to contribute
to this blog.

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Introducing the Fantasy Art of Mark

 
Introducing
the Fantasy Art of Mark
Sore
Bottom Guys is thrilled to announce that the outstanding Spanking
fantasy artist Mark, has agreed to become an occasional contributor
to this blog.
Many
of you may know Mark for his postings to JockSpank,
but for others, discovering Mark’s work will be an exciting new gem
to add to their fantasy treasure box.
Mark’s
work can be enjoyed not only for the unquestioned cleverness and
skill of the artistry, but also for the incredible eroticism and
wicked humour, all directed where it should be at the very deserving
bottoms of handsome hunks, jocks, dudes and assorted bad boys, often
with an added dose of humiliation for good measure.
By
Way of introducing Mark to Sore Bottomed Gus, over the next few days
I will be reposting examples of Mark’s sexy images, selected by the
artist himself. These have been previously posted to JockSpank, but
are delights which are more than worth rediscovering!!
The
first of these selections are below, I know you will love them.
In
future, Mark will contribute to both sites, and we hope that from
time to time he will create images especially for Sore Bottomed Guys.

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The Shaman’s Revenge Part 14 – Jordan meets the Cody Brothers

The
Shaman’s Revenge Part 14
Jordan meets the
Cody Brothers
As
Jordan got closer to the buildings he had spotted in the distance,
his heart began to sink. From what he could see this was no
picturesque country farmhouse with roses round the door or a white
picket fence, and the chances of it being inhabited by a friendly
plump farmer and his wife, who would feed him pumpkin pie and lend
him their eldest son’s grown out of jeans were diminishing with each
step he took.
 
The
buildings appeared somewhat dilapidated and in poor repair, in fact
were it not for the half dozen or so scrawny looking chickens pecking
at seed corn in the yard and a rather ragged carpet, hanging on a
line, he might have concluded that the property was unoccupied.
Whoever did live in the ranch was obviously not house proud, and
Jordan’s instincts told him he was unlikely to receive a friendly
welcome.
He
decided that instead of seeking out the homeowner and asking for
help, he would merely see if there was any food or clothing he could
steal before continuing on his way.
Moving
as quietly as he could, he crept up to the old ranch house. He
sprinted quickly up to a small sash window and peered into what
appeared to be a bedroom with an unmade cot, and, he was pleased to
note, a pile of discarded clothes in the corner. In the past he would
have disdained the idea of wearing someone else’s discarded clothes,
but he was now in no position to be choosy. At least he could cover
his nakedness and then maybe find his way to the kitchen and some
food.
He
attempted to prize open the window, but it clearly had not been
opened for years, and was sealed shut. He considered breaking the
glass, but decided the noise would alert whoever lived in the farm of
his presence. 
 
In
the hope of finding an easier window, he tiptoed round the side of
the house, and, for once, his luck was in, as one of the windows had
been left open, he hurried up to it and cautiously looked in to what
appeared to be a very old fashioned and run down kitchen with a
kitchen table, covered with 1950’s style plastic with a large
kerosene lamp in the middle. Against the wall was large Iron stove,
reminiscent to something one might see in a frontier type movie.
However, of most interest to Jordan was a tiny walk in cupboard at
the side of the room, which appeared to me a larder.
At
the very thought of a larder his stomach began to rumble with hunger.
It was now almost 24 hours since he had last eaten, a for a boy who
was accustom to three meals and a few snacks a day, this was all but
starvation. Jordan loved food, to the point of over indulgence, and
it was only his healthy metabolism and active lifestyle which kept
his handsome body in it’s sleek athletic state.
Much
as he needed clothes, his stomach needed food even more, so his first
priority lay in whatever was in the larder. After taking a swift
look around to ensure he was still unobserved, Jordan quickly
clambered through the open window into the kitchen. Whilst ensuring
he made as little sound as possible, he hurried over to the larder
and looked inside.
The
content of the larder was rather disappointing, given the marked lack
of candy, cheeseburgers or hot dogs. However, there was bread, oil
and there was also a bowl containing about a dozen eggs and a small
jug of milk.
They
would have to do.
Of
course he couldn’t eat raw eggs, so he carried the bowl across to the
old iron stove. He noted with relief that it was still alight, and
it only took a little poking and some extra kindling to get it
flaming and heating up the stone ring on the top.
He
then poured some oil into a heave based frying pan, which he placed
on the ring to heat up, before cracking most of the eggs and tipping
the contents into the pan and stirring it together to make
rudimentary scrambled eggs.
The
eggs were ready in minutes, and once they were, Jordan quickly
scraped them onto a plate, before carelessly discarding the pan onto
the side of the stove. Then, still naked, he sat down at the table
and hungrily devoured the eggs and bread, whilst drinking milk
straight from the jug.
Jordan
was so occupied in consuming his first meal in a day, he failed to
hear the door behind him opening, or the sound of stealthy footfall
creeping towards him.
The
spidery sense that there was someone behind him finally hit Jordan
just too late to save him, as a large, leathery, sun tanned hand
landed in his shoulder and a loud voice with a distinct Country ca
dance snarled in his ear “How dare you sneak in butt nekid’ and
steal from our larder you thievin’ Varmit!?”
Jordan
leaped to his feet and spun round to find a huge mountain of a man,
bulging with muscles and shaggy black hair, on both his head and
chest, looming over him with an unmistakably hostile and menacing
expression on his face. Then a second man, equally muscular, but
with a bristling light brown beard entered the room.
Floyd
and Billy Bob Cody, together with their younger brother Seth, had
lived in their remote ranch house for most of their lives, ever since
their papa was locked away in the county prison for killing a man in
a bar fight and their mother had abandoned them after taking up with
a tractor salesman from North Dakota. The Cody boys had been looked
after by their grandmother, Ernestine Clutterbuck, until she, sadly
expiredd from an excess on sweet potato moonshine and chewing
tobacco.
Living
mostly alone, with only the acquaintance of a few nearby ranchers,
the Cody brother had little experience of city folk, but both could
spot a pretty city boy when they saw one, and Jordan was an
unconscionably pretty boy. Both men felt a stirring in their groins,
which they didn’t fully comprehend.
“My
.. my clothes were stolen .. and I…I was hungry!” stammered
Jordan, keenly aware that he was in a very dangerous predicament.
Unfortunately, his explanation didn’t help
“So!”
hissed Floyd, holding his face so close to Jordan’s that the latter
could feel the spit on his face “Just ‘cos, someone stole from you,
you thought you could then rob us blind did you boy?!” his lip
curled into a cruel shape “You need a good whopping youngun’ and
you’re gonna’ get one” with that he snatched the, still smoking,
pan which Jordan had used to cook the eggs, from the stove! “This’ll
do just fine!” 
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He
then took hold of Jordan by the ear and forcibly marched him over to
an old wooden chair in the centre of twhat passed for he cabin’s
lounge.
“No
please sir!” wailed Jordan “Don’t hit me with … that!! I will
pay for the food … my Dad will pay you, just phone him!”
“We
don’t have no telephone here!” growled Floyd “You are gonna’ pay,
and you’ll pay with that pretty lil’ white butt o’ yours!” he sat
down and roughly pulled Jordan, face down, over his knee into what,
for Jordan, was becoming a depressingly familiar position..
With
that, he raised the pan up above his head and then brought it down
with a resounding “THUD!” on Jordan’s upturned bottom. On
account of having been left on the side of the old cooker, rather
than directly on the hot plate, the pan was no longer hot enough to
cause scaring burns, but it was still hot enough to feel as if it
was! Jordan’s high pitched squeal of pain and outrage echoed round
the shabby wooden room, followed with a second and a third, as Floyd
continued to wallop him with the hot, heavy bottomed pan.
“Yeah!
Whop that city boy’s butt Bro!” shouted Billy Bob “Whop him good!
Make him feel it!!”
Jordan
was certainly “feeling it”, the strength of Floyd Cody’s blows,
combined with the retained heat of the old frying pan, felt to Jordan
as if his tender butt was literally being fried.
His
yelps of pain merged into wails of anguish and then and then loud
uncontrolled sobs, as his muscular captor continued to assail him.
Finally
Floyd stopped pan paddling Jordan, he stood up, and scooped the young
man up under his arm as easily as if the 18 year old athlete were a
light as a feather.
“Say
Bro!” cried Billy Bob “That city boy butt sure does look pretty.
All red an all!” he grinned “I could just eat that, roast with
sweet potatoes and a carrot up his ass!” 
 
Floyd
looked down, at Jordan’s glowing, just paddled, bottom and long
tanned legs sticking out from beneath his massive hairy armpit “Yeah,
I’d say it does look kina’ pretty like that, we’ll have to make sure
it stays that way!”
Billy
Bob reacted excitedly to the implication of his elder brother’s words
“Can we keep him Floyd!” he asked gleefully “Please Bro lets
keep him, then you can spank him every morning and I’ll do it each
evening to keep his city boy tush pretty and red!”
“Well
okay!” replied Floyd “Just so long as you an’ Seth keep guard of
him during the day, stopping him from running off, and make sure he
earns his keep!”
“Oh
yes, we’ll guard him!” insisted Billy Bob “we will make sure he
does stuff round the farm …….!” he paused, and grinned
sheepishly “and then have some ….. fun with him!” he chuckled
Jordan
listened in horror to the men’s discussion, he certainly did not like
the idea of being kept or … being had fun with!! “Please Sirs,!”
he stammered “Let me go, I need to go home …. I won’t say
anything ….!
“Shut
your mouth Varmit!” snapped Floyd delivering a resounding WHACK to
Jordan’s upturned bottom with the pan he still held in his powerful
hand. “Come on Billy Bob, lets put him in the cellar.”
The
men carried Jordan down to their cellar, repeatedly bumping his head
against the wall as they did so. Floyd then tossed him onto the hard
earth floor, before he and Billy Bob tied their captive up.
As
the felt the cellar, Billy Bob looked back “Sleep well, pretty
boy!” he said “We’ll have some fun in the morning”
Needless
to say, Jordan did not sleep well, the throbbing pain in his bottom,
together with the horror of his situation, and fearful anticipation
of the “fun” Billy Bob had in mind for him kept him wide away.
Even later, when he did fall into an unhappy and fitful sleep, he was
haunted by awful and frightening dreams, all focused on the new
torments he was sure would soon be inflicted on his long suffering
behind.
Jordan
had been living though a period of extraordinarily bad luck, but even
by those standards, his luck had now taken an especially nasty turn.
He dreaded to think what further misadventures were in store for him!
TO
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The Singeing of Chrispin Cherrybutt Part three (continued)

 
The
Singeing of Chrispin Cherrybutt

Part three
(2 of 2 ) – Our naughty Knight gets the bare bottom spanking he
deserves
Crispin
attempted to struggle free from the large Monk’s grip , but soon realised that beneath his
adversary’s all covering brown robe was a body of considerable
strength and steel like muscles, which even his fit young body could
not resist.
To
make matters worse, a second monk, who also proved to be a powerfully
built individual arrived and assisted the first on restraining the
helpless but struggling Crispin.
Together
they dragged the unhappy and protesting young knight over to a bench,
sat down and pulled their handsome captive over their knees.
While
the newly arrived monk, held Crispin’s legs, the senior monk pulled
up the youth’s black gown until the whole of his lower body, from his
firm, slim waist down was exposed. The monk looked down at the bottom
he had so recently, and lovingly anointed with healing oils and
chuckled “Well well my young valiant” he said “That pretty rump
of yours will soon burn worse that it did when you first arrived!”
“No
please good friar!” wailed Crispin “Please have mercy on me!”
“There
shall be no mercy or forgiveness for a sinner here!” snapped the
monk “you will be chastised as you deserve to be!” he paused “and
as penance for your pride and arrogance your punishment will be
appropriately enhanced ….. Brother Samuel, bring forth the fire
root!”
A
third monk appeared carrying a silver platter, upon with there was a
strange looking peeled vegetable root, and gingerly lifted a carrot
shaped segment between his thumb ad forefinger as he approached the
trio.
“Fire
root …?” stammered Crispin nervously
“The
fire root comes from the land of monsoons and smoking mountains to
the south, it earned it’s name because when it’s juices touch your
skin, it burns like the great lord’s hottest furnaces!” replied the
speaking monk. “as you will soon discover …!”
“Great
lord? …. furnaces?” gasped Crispin “who are you ….. what is
this order?”
“Insert
the root Brother!” said the monk, interrupting and ignoring
Crispin’s question “You will be anxious to be rid of it for it must
be burning your fingers!”

The
third monk stepped forward, and swiftly forced the segment of peeled
root he was holding between the raised cheeks of Crispin’s exposed
bottom, and up into his tight anus, which as an automatic protective
instinct, gripped tightly round it. As soon as the plug of fire root
touched his skin Crispin understood why it was so called, as a
burning sensation almost as intense as the dragon’s fiery breath
spread from the puckering pink portal lips of his rectum, to deep
with inside him. Tears brimmed in the young knights watering eyes and
he he cried out in genuine pain
The
monk’s laugh had a clear note of cruel delight to it, at the sound of
Crispin’s scream “the fire root will ensure that even your most
hidden and intimate parts will feel the force of your well deserved
punishment!”
With
that the laughing monk raised his large leathery and well calloused
hand high into the air and an d brought it down with a loud SMACK! On
Crispins, still sore and tender, recently scorched bottom. The first
smack was followed by a second, third, fourth and more, while the
second monk grasped his legs, and the third, having laid down his
silver platter joined his fellows and held Crispin’s head and scolders firmly in
place.
Crisip
had not been spanked over a knee since he he was a an infant, hence
this punishment was as humiliating to the proud young knight as it
was painful, and it was certainly extremely painful. 

 
His torment was
made worse by the fact he could not help tensing his anal muscles in
anticipation of each smack, which had the unfortunate effect of
crushing the feague of fire root gripped by the tender pink bud of
his anus and causing still more of the scalding Juice across the rim
of that most sensitive and vulnerable of orifices.

Crispin’s
burning rectum was now a ring of fire nestling between the two
stinging red orbs of his buttocks. 
 
The
monks took turns in punishing Crispin, who they had soon stripped
naked, as his cries and the repeated slapping of their hands on his
red and well fired behind.
Finally
the stopped but still held the struggling and weeping young knight
captive in their grasp. The older monk looked into Crispin’s tear
stained face, “We are not finished with you yet my young valiant!”
he grinned “You are now our prisoner and we will do with you as we
will!”
“Please!”
cried Crispin “You have punished me enough! Now set me free!!”
“Hah!”
laughed the Monk “there will be no freedom for you Sir knight, you
you will provide us with much entertainment and diversion in the
coming days and weeks!”
The
monks then dragged the miserable Crispin Cherrybutt down to the
catacombs beneath the monastery. 
 

When they reached a small door in
the wall, they opened it and pushed Crispin through sending him
tumbling bottom first down a flight of stone stairs, his well
spanked, scorched and fire root figged bottom hitting each step as he
bounced down, before landing with a THUD! On the hard dungeon floor.
As he landed he heard the door slamming behind him followed by the
sound of metal bolts slamming into place. He was now the monks’
prisoner.
As
Crispin lay on the floor his hands grasping hie well spanked and fire
root scorched behind, a sense of deep fear and desolated seeped
through him, as he wondered what entertainments and diversions the
brothers had in store for him, and what sort of devilish sect had he
stumbled upon.
Then
a voice spoke to him from the darkness “Who are you Sir Knight?”
it spoke with an unmistakably noble tone “Are you a prisoner too?
Have the Gods at last blessed me with a companion in this hellish
ordeal?”
In
mounting fear Crispin scoured inky blackness of the cell and could
just make out a dark shame in the corner. The shape moved, and he
knew he was not alone ……..
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The Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (3)

 The
Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (3)
The
garage door gradually slid upwards and open, almost like a theatre
curtain slowly rising to reveal the entertainment to an impatient
audience, and indeed the Draper family’s neighbours were about to
enjoy a grand entertainment at Jordan’s expense.
The
Drapers had only moved to the area four years previously, however, in
that period, Jordan’s attitude and behaviour had made him deeply
unpopular within the community, hence there was widespread
satisfaction, and measurable delight that this overgrown brat was
getting his well deserved comeuppance. The delight in no way
diminished the fact that the handsome young athlete was totally
naked.
Word
soon spread and people came hurrying out of their houses, whilst
others left work early and rushed home, so as not to miss the
spectacle.
As
we return to the scene of our moral tale, handsome 18 year old
Swimming champion Jordan was still in what many consider to be one
the most exposed and humiliating of spanking position, a position
which their mysterious new neighbour, the ranger, who had now
introduced himself as Caleb Tartarus, had referred to as a
“wheelbarrowin’”. That is to say, he was naked, face down between
his father’s knees with his own legs on either side of his dad’s
waist.
As
with most arrogant and conceited people, Jordan had a fragile ego and
a horror of being shamed or embarrassed in public. Therefore, this
ongoing humiliation was more than his sensitive pride could bear, but
he had to bear it. There was no avenue of escape open to him, even
if he had been able to struggle free from from his father’s grip, he
knew the gleefully applauding junior baseball team would wrestle him
to the ground and drag him beck! 
 
That
would just add to his total humiliation, a shaming which was being
hungrily enjoyed by the growing crowd of happy looking neighbours.
As
has been established in earlier chapter’s, Jordan’s bottom was no
less tender than his ego, and the pain caused by his fathers
relentless hand smacks was becoming equally intolerable. Not for the
first time in recent days Jordan’s well rounded smooth skinned, and
previously ivory white bottom, felt well and truly toasted.
Finally
The spanking came to an end, but sadly for Jordan and happily for his
neighbours and the watching schoolboys, his embarrassing ordeal was
nowhere near over.
“You
can get off now Jordan” said Jordan’s father giving the now rosy
red bottom a final pat. At which point, Jordan swiftly wriggled off
his fathers lap and leapt agilely to his feet. He was getting ready
to bolt out the door when he felt the ranger’s hand on his shoulder
“Not so fast youngun’” said Caleb in his characteristic lazy
drawl “Something tells me you have not been pulling your weight
around here! Have you boy?!” he grinned “I see your ol’ Dad was
about to pay these fine young gentlemen from the baseball team to
clean the garage, but it seems t’ me that chore should be down to
you! … whilst they get the money o’ course!”
“What
the …?” stammered Jordan, at the last instant stopping himself
from swearing, which he senses would not be a wise more. 
 
“I
am a’thinkin’ that it’s your job to be cleaning your Dad’s garage,
and there is no better time to start than now!” Caleb’s cruel grin
grew broader “You can start by cleaning this filthy floor …” he
reached in his pocket and produced a small pink toothbrush ”here
you go!” he said “you can use this!!”
at
that, the smiling onlookers burst into spontaneous laughter, at the
prospect of the town’s laziest jock having to clean a dirty garage
with a toothbrush. 
 
“WHAT?”
spluttered Jordan “You expect me to clean the floor …. and …
with THAT?!!”

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“It’ll
do the job, if’n you put some effort into it!” replied Caleb “now
get to it boy …. or I’ll be giving you more of what your good ol’
Dad just gave you, ‘sept, I guarantee I’ll do it a lot harder!!”
“B…but
… but … it will take hours with THAT!” protested Jordan.
“All
the more reason to get started now!” snarled Caleb, his previous
lazy joviality vanishing briefly from his face “On your hands and
knees boy, and start scrubbing!”
“Good
idea Ranger Tartarus” laughed Mr Draper producing a bucket of soapy
water, which he pad poured earlier, when he had planed to pay the
baseball players to clean the garage floor as part of their fund
raising “Here son use this!”
 
There
was clearly no means of escape, so, reluctantly, and with a heavy
heart Jordan lowered himself onto his hands and knees, dunked the
child size little toothbrush into the bucket, and began scrubbing the
dirty garage floor.
The
garage floor was dirtier than he had realised with years of embedded
grease, oil and dirt, which as very difficult to remove, no matter
how hard Jordan scrubbed. “Can’t I use something better than this
damn useless toothbrush?” he began to complain.
SWISH
WHACK!! .. Caleb delivered a stinking whack to Jordan’ upraised
bottom with the old fly swatter he had picked up earlier “Quit
complaining and put some effort in!” He snapped.
The
spectators all crowded around to get a better view of Jordan, naked
and humiliated, on the garage floor, with his shiny red, just
spanked, bottom on display.
“Get
that butt a’ yourn up in the air boy!” commanded the ranger “and
don’t ignore the corners!” he deliberately, and repeatedly directed
Jordan into positions where his bare butt and, on account of it’s
raised state, his tiny, tight and pink rectum were on full display to
the assembled crowd, knowing that this would add to Jordan’s
discomfort.
He
then made matter’s worse by adding “y’a know boy, they say when a
defeated baboon surrenders, it expresses it’s surrender by presenting
it’s backside to the vitcorious ape!” he laughed “so it seems
that right now you are the surrendering baboon! And I am the pack
leader!” … he laughed again “You make a damn pretty baboon
though I must say! Go on you lil’ defeated monkey, wave your red
butt and little rosebud at us!!” 
 
As
Caleb had correctly calculated, his words were yet another knife
thrust at Jordan’s sensitive ego, his shaming all the worse by having
attention drawn to his spanked ass and fully displayed butt crack! He
also seethed inwardly at being compared to a subservient ape exposing
it’s rear end to the alpha male of the pack, which is what the Ranger
clearly considered himself to be. Jordan attempted, not very
successfully, to lessen his feeling of humiliation by thinking about
the revenge he would take on the laughing ranger, as soon as he got a
chance.
It
took Jordan over six hours of hard work to finally clean the garage
floor to the ranger’s satisfaction, and for all those hours, Caleb
stood over him issuing orders and delivering whack after whack to his
already roasted bottom with the stinging fly swatter.
Although
the Baseball team eventually left the scene to get their dinners,
passers by, alerted to what was happening by the fast moving gossip,
still arrived to crowd around and watch, well into the late evening.
Poor
Jordan, things were not turning out well for him, and his worst ever
day would become a legend in his home town.
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It
was hours later, and Jordan was in a dark cavern, deep beneath the
earth deep beneath the earth’s crust, surrounded by crackling flames.
He was chained to a rock, which was getting hotter and hotter and
the flames came closer and closer. Desperately he struggled against
the shackles holding his wrists and ankles, by the could not free
himself.
Then
a figure entered, who he recognised immediately as Caleb the ranger,
although he had metamorphosed into a red skinned demon, with horns
and a long tail, which whisked back and forth as as he walked. In his
hand he carried a long handled pitch fork, the four pointed end of
which were on fire.
“What
is happening? ….. where am I?” cried the terrified Jordan.
When
the demon, which had once been the ranger, spoke, it did so with a
deep roar of a voice which sounded like an echo from hell “You are
in the Abyss Jordan Draper!” it snarled threateningly before
continuing “And I am the guardian of the Abyss. Sinners like you
are sent to me to be punished for the crimes committed in the mortal
world. I am here to torment, and punish, your little jock ass….”
it let out an evil gust of laughter, which was more a roar than a
laugh, before adding “FOR ETERNITY!!!”
It
then advanced towards Jordan holding the flaming towards him.
“GO
AWAY!!!” screamed Jordan in genuine terror “What are you going to
do with ….THAT??!!” 
 
“This!”
growled the demonic fiend, as he jabbed the flaming fork into
Jordan’s naked and upraised rump.
Jordan
screamed in agony as the sharp, pointed , and red hot spikes of the
fork jabbed into his tender bottom and the flames scorched his skin
“AAAAGGGHHHHH!!! …. AAAAAAAGGGHHH!!”
“FOR
ETERNITY!” roared the red demon “FOR ETERNITY!!” as he he
jabbed at Jordan with his flaming weapon again and again …
Jordan’s
body jerked from side to side as rolled from side to side of the bed,
he moaned and cried out in pain as he tried frantically to awake from
the terrible dreams, all featuring fiery assaults on his bare behind,
but he could not awake and the dreams persisted throughout the long
night. 
 
Across
the street, in his new home, Caleb Tartarus sat at his dining table,
a cruelly amused grin on his face, as he held the red hot tip of
burning cigarette after burning cigarette against the now blackened
behind of a plastic Ken doll, which bore a marked resemblance to
Jordan Draper.
On
the table lay a selection of photographs of Jordan, together with the
blue jean shorts which Jordan had discarded by the river back.
Finally
after stubbing out the last cigarette from the pack into the full
ashtray beside him, Caleb picked up a photo, showing Jordan shot from
behind, at a swimming event and in wet speedos. “I have plans for
you, pretty boy!” he murmured contentedly “plenty of plans ….!”
*********
 The
next morning Jordan was getting dressed and just beginning to pull on
a pair of tartan shorts, when he caught sight of his bare bottom in
the mirror. To his amazement it was snowy white and unmarked, gone
was the redness from the sunburn, gone were the multiple ant bites,
and gone were the bruises and marks left from the previous days
spanking.
How
was it possible that it had healed so quickly and so completely?, but
it had. Despite the punishment it had taken the day before, his
cute, tan line encircled, bottom was back to the white, smooth
skinned perfection it had been before the recent events had begun.
Across
the street, just out of Jordan’s earshot, a voice with a distinct
Hillbilly twang could be heard to mutter “As My Dear Mommy taught
me, you should never break your toys, especially the ones you want to
play with again!”
*****
Half
an hour later Jordan made his way downstairs, hoping to sneak out of
the house unseen. However, once again, he was out of luck, just as he
was about to slip out the back door, his father’s voice echoed down
the hall. “Come in here Jordan, I want to talk to you!”
Reluctantly,
and with a look of misery on his face, Jordan turned round and walked
into the living room, for where his father had called him. As he
entered the room he saw to his extreme annoyance that that he Dad was
not alone, as sitting on one of the sofas, now dressed in casual clothes and grinning broadly, was
Caleb the Ranger.
“Ah
Jordan”, said his father “The College Medic phoned earlier “He
would like to see you today, rather than tomorrow, to continue your
medication!”
“AWWW
No Dad!” moaned Jordon “Not Today, he just wants to stick me in
the butt with his God damn needles!”
“Profanity
Jordan!!” snapped his father “You must go, it is for your own
good, and as I have heard reports that you attempted to skip your
last appointment, our new neighbour Officer Tartarus here has very
kindly agreed to accompany you, and make sure you get there!”
Jordan’s
mouth fell open in shock, he struggle to protest but no words came.
“Hi
There Jordan” grinned Caleb the Ranger “I got a feelin’ you and
me’s going to be the best of buddies soon …”
To
be continued …..
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The Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (2)

The
Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (2)
 
Jordan
Gets a “wheelbarrowin’”
As
part of the college’s new team building program the Capsaicin
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
community.
That
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.
Mr
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
ear.
A
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.
Coach
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.
Mr
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!”
He
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!”
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?!!
Mr
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
knee!”
Jordan
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.
“NO
FUCKING WAY!” he snarled “I’M NOT A FUCKING KID!, I’M
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.
Jordan
pointed to the assembled junior baseball team members “ESPECIALLY
NOT IN FRONT OF THOSE LITTLE DICKHEADS!” he spat the last word with
contempt.
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Jordan
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.
He
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.
All
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.
He
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
…I’LL FUCKING KILL Y ….. OOOOOWW!!
LET GO! ….OOOOWWWWW!! THAT HURTS!!!! OOOOWW!! …LET GOA’A ME!!”
Jordan
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.
“AAAAOOOWW,
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
surrender.
The
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!”
He
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
wheelbarrowin’”
“Wheelbarrowin’
…?! asked a confused Mr Draper. “What is that?”
“A
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! …..here, … I’ll show you
how it works!”
Still
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.
Pushing
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
waist.
“NO
WAY.. OWW!!” began Jordan before the ranger used his free hand to
deliver a loud SMACK to his tender bare bottom
“Do
as I tell ya’ brat!” snapped the Ranger
Reluctantly
Jordan did as he was told, the excited giggles from the watching
baseball team ringing in his ears.
That
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.
To
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.
The
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
target!”
“It’s
certainly a great target!” laughed Coach Amundsen, who had been
watching and was always open to learning new teaching techniques.
The
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.
“That
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
badly!”
“Ya’all
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!”
Jordan’s
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!
Jordan
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.
As
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.
Jordan
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.
The
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.
However,
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.
The
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!! 
 
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.
Held
firmly in place and aware that any attempt at escaping would be
useless, Jordan’s only option was to endure, but it was unendurable!!
“STOP!
DAD!! … OOOOWW!! PLEASE STOP!! DADDY!! I’LL OWWWWW! BE GOOD! ….
OWWW! IT HURTS” he wailed, all attempt at pride now forgotten.
“HaHA!!”
laughed the ranger, “When they start squealing like little piggies
you know you are getting through to them!!!!
Jordan
looked up at the Ranger, a look of burning hatred in his eyes.
The
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.
As
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
bottom.
Jordan’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.
“Please
let the street be empty!” he thought frantically “Please, please
don’t let anyone be there!!” 
 
However,
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 ……..
To
be continued ………

The Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (part 1)

The
Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (part 1)
Goran
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.
As
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.
It
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.
At
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.
———–
Back
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
vengeance.
Being
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.
It
was as if hell fire had been unleashed and was heating the very air,
as a result, Jordan was in a Hellish mood.
His
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
possible?!
The
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
experience.
It
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!
A
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.
On
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.
Jordan
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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Turning
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.
He
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.
A
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.
“Fuck
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”
With
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.
The
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.
For
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.
Finally,
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. 
 
His
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
face.
Suddenly,
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
asleep.
As
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.
Of
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.
That
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.
An
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
evening.
“CAN’T
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.
“Didn’t
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!” 
 
“That’s
BS!” sneered Jordan “ I was in the rock pool, anyway I am a
strong swimmer!”
“That
doesn’t give you the right to break the rules…. or wander around in
a public place bare butt naked!”
Until
then Jordan had forgotten he was nude, he glanced quickly around, and
realised that the ranger was standing between him and his clothes.
“What’s
it to you?” Sneered Jordan “I….”
Before
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!”
The
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. 
 
“Where
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!”
With
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.
However,
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.
“OOWW!!”
yelled Jordan, “Please Officer Stop!! I didn’t see the OWWW sign
….. I OWWCH … didn’t see the sign!” he lied.
However,
the grinning Ranger showed no intention of stopping, and in fact,
increased the force of his slaps in response to the young swimmer’s
lies.
Meanwhile,
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.
Whilst
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
reason!”
Meanwhile,
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.
“It
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!”
Then
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
him?!!!
He
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.
“AAAAGHHHH!”
screamed Jordan as two dozen tiny but ferocious insects began sinking
their sharp jaws into his bottom expelling acid like venom as they
did so “AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!”
Jordan
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. 
 
“AAAAAGGGHH!!”
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.
Frantic
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
biting. 
 
Jordan
signed in relief, as the cool water gave some much needed soothing to
the stinging of his sunburn, spanked and insect stung bottom!
“I
TOLD YOU TO KEEP OUT OF THAT WATER!!!” 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.
“My
pants were full of ants!!” wailed Jordan “They were eating me
alive!”
However
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
boy!” he ordered.
There
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
again.
Still
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.
“What
is your address boy?” snapped the Ranger
“W…Why
do you need that?” stammered Jordan
“Don’t
Mess with me youngun’!” yelled the offer “address now!”
“7
…um … 727 Parkfield!” replied the unhappy young swimmer.
“Fine!
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.
Jordan
frantically looked back at his own bike, still leaning against the
tree. “My bike!!” he yelled.
“Forget
that boy!” laughed the Ranger, “You have much bigger things to
worry about than your old bike”
With
that he increased the throttle and sped off down the track, leaving
Jordan’s clothes and his prized new Yamaha where it was.
The
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.
Jordan
was right, it was about to get worse.
Although
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.
When
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.
It
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.
Finally,
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.
The
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
continued.
“can
I help you officer!” asked Mr Draper appearing suddenly from the
side of the house “Jordan …. where are your clothes?”
Before
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.
After
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?!!”
“No
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 ……!!!”
“Don’t
argue with me boy!” Barked. Mr Draper “Officer, please bring him
round to the garage, there are some people who need to see this!!”
Jordan’s
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….
TO
BE CONTINUED SOON