Saturday, 3 March 2018

The Shaman's Revenge Part 5

The Shaman's Revenge Part 5

Jordan gets spanked (again)
Click here for previous episodes – Prologue Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3  Part 4

Jordan 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.

There 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.

He 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.

Jordan 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.

Once 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 college.

His humiliation was complete, how could he ever show his face at college again?!!

His 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?!!

While 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?”

Ah 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!”

Regarding Jordan” Mr Draper sounded concerned “Is there a problem?”

I am afraid there is!” replied the voice “and it is very serious ..”

Mr Draper frowned “Go on” he said “… tell me more ...”

Back 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.

It 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.

Had 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.

Jordan 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.

However, 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.

Although 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 Jordan.

Luckily 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.

However, 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.

Jordan struggled and kicked but it look him a good ten minutes to free himself from the tight position he was in.

For those ten minutes, Jordan's beacon like bottom presented a group of little boys a perfect target for their slingshots. 

Jordan 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.

AAAAHHHH.... 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!

The 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.

Finally Jordan managed to free himself, at which point the young boy's made a swift departure, anxious to avoid their earlier target's fists.

After 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.

Gritting 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.

As 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.

To 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.

Finally 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).

Thankfully the back door was unlocked, as Jordan's door keys were still in his sports bag back in the locker room.

As 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.

His 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.......

His 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 bed.

Dad? … what are you doing here?” asked Jordan, surprised to see his hard working father home so early.

I am here to deal with you son!” snapped his father “I have received some very disturbing reports about you from the college!”

Like..w ..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.

That 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!

No Dad... its all lies ...” spluttered Jordan, “I can explain!”

The 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 ...w what do you mean?”

They have agreed not to prosecute, provided that I take you in hand and start imposing some long overdue … discipline!”

D.. discipline …?”

Physical 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.

I 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!!!”

Spanking?!! No Dad, you can't!” yelled a very alarmed Jordan “I'm 18 … and besides, my ass .. uh .. my bottom is real sore!”

Yes, 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!”

Jordan 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.

In 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!

OWWW!” yelled Jordan, “Dad please stop, can't we talk about this”

However, his father continued “Anything less than an 'A' grade in your college tests , will earn you a spanking!” SMACK!!

What?” yelled Jordan, who's lifetime best academic grade in school work had been a D+ in English “I can't get A's!”

Then 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 week!!”

You can't!” protested Jordan furiously “I'll fucking leave fucking home!”

How 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!”

Jordan 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.

It's 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!”

OOOWW! … no Dad please!!” wailed a now very miserable Jordan

At that point the bedroom door opened, and Jordan's two younger brothers, made curious by the noise, entered the room!

GET OUT” shouted Jordan “Make them leave Dad, I don't want them to see this..!!!”

Your 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! SMACK!!

Jordan's 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 them.

They, 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.

A 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.

As 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.

Back 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.

Nothing 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 …..

Or could it ….....?



  1. Fantastic! Love the OTK final sequence. Looking forward to the next part. Thanks so much.

  2. While I have no pictures about 50 yrs ago I got paddled bare in college---I got a scholarship to a conservative Christian college--I was not of their faith--As a freshamn two of us went to a carnival where in liquor was served. We did not drink but it was against college rules to even stay at a place where in liquor was served. back at our freshamn dorm----the boss of our dorm--a graduate student took us down to the fy\urnace room and paddled us bare assed and he made it hurt BIG TIME I think it was worse cause we were physically so much bigger and stronger than he Small as he was he could ude a paddle to make our butts hurt like crazy--Oddly enough he turned out to be a nice guy and extremely helpful Our butts were red and sore for several days and the subject of total interest for other guys as if they had never seen a bare butt before

    1. How old were you? Did the dorm boss paddle other students?

  3. Another great instalment, good to see Jordan's Dad getting involved and happy to let everyone know how his bad boy is being dealt with in the (relative) privacy of home.

  4. Brilliant story, very well written and hot. Thank you so much! Can't wait for part 6! Especially loved the wasps and hornets scenes...

  5. Well written with great pics!

  6. Nice work as always I sometime forget to check this site but when I do I always get a pleasant surprise :) can’t wait to see what you come up with next - you have a great imagination. Would love to know where your kink from spanking and pratfalls come from? Is there a film or something you’ve witnessed early on?

    1. I am glad you enjoy it! I can't think of a particular film or incident which influenced me. I guess I just grew up with a kinky mind.

  7. Have you seen the latest Justin Bieber soccer pics ? He looks like one of your subjects!

    1. Just seen them! young Justin does look like he deserves a sore bottom. I am not a fan of all those tattoos, but as long as he doesn't get one on his backside!! .....

  8. Any chance of a avenger infinity wars spanking parody? Start with Robert Downey Junior and finish with Chris Pratt spanking captain America and Thor (Phoar) LOL

  9. Any news on next update to ths site? It makes my day when you post something new! I love that your subjects are usually tall cocky blond preppy types - my ex from years ago fitted this bill. He wasn’t into being spanked but enjoyed slapping my ass as foreplay - I did convince him to do some role reversal role play on occasion -most memorably was him as a bullying jock and me playing the nerd who has enough and puts him over knee. He hated it but it turned me on to no end! He had the most gorgeous smooth firm ass and thighs. Sigh, good times!

    1. I am sorry there has been a delay, however, I am now finishing off the next episode of "The Shaman's revenge" which I hope will be posted by the weekend.

    2. It sounds to me that your ex got just what he deserved!!

  10. Great news! Oh yes - he was handsome but very arrogant and bizarrely quite homophobic! Luckily I came to my senses. His ass in short shorts tho 👌 perfection. Even better when they were around his ankles... looked a bit like Aaron Tviet to give you a visual.

    1. That is a very interesting visual!!! :-)

  11. I wasn’t too shabby myself Bruce ... back in the day! Yes he gave me a fetish for spanking cocky young men.... many over
    The years ..., can’t stand submissive bottoms thanks to him LOL

    1. Oh I agree, it is always more fun when they fight back ... and loose!

  12. Best blog ever. Make him get fucked by a dildo pls. Would be awesome