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 ….!”

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 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!”

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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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