The Shaman's Revenge (Part 21) - Jordan and the Credit Card Bill

The Shaman's Revenge (Part 21)

Jordan and the Credit Card Bill

Still holding Jordan firmly by the ear, Ranger Tartarus dragged the protesting and stark naked 19 year old into the living room, where to Jordan's embarrassment three figures were waiting for them. Two policemen, and an older gentleman, whom Jordan recognised as their neighbour old Sam Huckerman, someone he had certainly not been hoping to see.

All three man had serious facial expressions, but there was a glint in each of their eyes which made Jordan keenly aware of his nakedness, He quickly clasped his cock and balls in his hands in an effort to at least hide them, although he had a creeping suspicion that, like the ranger, they would have equal, or likely greater, interest in another part of his anatomy altogether!!

It was so “so damn embarrassing being totally naked while being stared at by fully dressed people” he thought, without knowing how much more embarrassing his situation was about to get.

Finally releasing Jordan's ear, Ranger Tartarus turned to him, with what passed for a serious expression, but with the usual mocking twinkle in his eyes “These Officer's want to speak to you Jordan …. regarding an … unexpected discovery …. I made earlier!”

One of the two policemen stepped forward, and held up an item which Jordan, to his dismay, instantly recognized. “Your guardian was complying with medical instructions, and placing all your jeans, pants and other … 'bottom covering' garments in safe keeping this morning, and he came across this credit card!”

“A credit card in my name!” tutted old Mr Huckerman from his seat in the corner.

“That is correct” continued the Officer “The Card is in your neighbour Mr Huckerman's name, yet it was in the pocket of your jeans, in your closet!.... how do you explain that?”

“I...I...I found it in the street …. I 'gulp' was gonna' return it … but I forgot!” stammered Jordan, realising just how fake his words sounded as they left his pouting bad boy lips

“Sorry young man, but that doesn't explain this document, which your guardian also found, this time hidden at the back of your underpants drawer!” he held up a crumpled sheet of paper “this is the statement matching this credit card, and showing a list of items purchased with the card!”

“A long list of items!” commented Ranger Tartarus helpfully “a very long list!”.

“Many of the recently purchased items on this list, match items which your guardian found either in your closet, such as $400 trainers, a $900 watch and tickets to The FireStarter's next gig! Or the skateboard and $5,000 motorbike in the garage!” He frowned “None of which are items Mr Huckerman is likely to buy!”

“What's a 'skateboard'?” asked Mr Huckerman with a confused frown

“How do you explain this?”

“I....I …..I ..!” spluttered Jordan

“The combined items on bill amount to a total of $13,725, which constitutes a serious theft!”

“THIRTEEN? Huh?” grinned the Ranger “Unlucky for you Jordan!”

The officer continued “I believe that, whilst you were pretending to assist Mr Huckerman with his garden and household maintenance, you filled out a credit application in his name, and then stole the card and subsequent bills when they arrived!”

“I thought he was being so helpful!!” grumbled Mr Huckerman “I thought he was a well brought up young man!”

Jordan glowered at the old man “The old perv only asked me to do the chores so he could leer at me with my shirt off!” he thought, while wisely stayed silent, as his mind raced, in an attempt to think of a glib explanation to get himself out of trouble. Sadly for him, no idea came, largely due to the fact the scenario which the police officer had described was exactly what he had done. However, with so much happening recently, he had forgotten to cover his tracks.

He sincerely hoped the Ranger never found out what had happened to their other neighbour Mrs McFarland's silver dinner service, which she still imagined was carefully stored away in her attic.

The ranger, was, of course, fully aware of Jordan's habit of burglaring his neighbours, but had that information stored for future use.

“Your guardian has advised us that you are already subject to a court order, as a result of previous offences!”

“Which is the reason Jordan has to carry on living at home until he's 21 …... another TWO YEARS!” said the Ranger with an amused grin “and why he needs a babysitter!”

Despite the seriousness of the situation, the word 'Babysitter' still infuriated Jordan, who gritted his teeth and glowered at Tartarus.

The Police officer's expression became even more serious “Because of your criminal record, if we charge you with such a large theft, it will inevitably lead to a lengthy prison term!”

“Woooooh! Said the Ranger “A pretty boy like you is gonna' be mighty busy in prison Jordan!”

“No ...No! .. it was wasn't me that done it!” stammered a now panicking Jordan “It must have been Timmy … or Louisa the maid!

“I sorta' doubt that a judge will believe your little brother bought trainers three sizes too big for him, and hide them in your closet” said the younger of the two policemen, who had been sitting silently observing, as he crossed the room and placed his hand on Jordan's Shoulder.

“Or that a heavy set 45 year old Mexican lady would buy a skateboard!” added Tartarus chuckling at a mental image his words had painted.

“Don't sweat Sport!” The Ranger continued “It's your lucky day!! As any loving 'guardian' would, I have persuaded Mr Huckerman not to press for charges, and with the officers have agreed not to officially record the crime …. this time.

Jordan's initial relief did not last long, he caught sight of a brief grin flickering on the edges of the younger policeman's mouth, and immediately guessed there would be a catch …. He was not wrong

“However!” said the first policeman “There are conditions! The credit card bill has to be repaid … and you need to be punished!”

The rangers gin now seemed to run from ear to ear as he said “Mr Huckerman had kindly agreed to allow you to repay the first three thousand you owe him my taking bare bottom spankings …. at $100 a spanking!”

“With me watching” added Mr Huckerman eagerly “With me watching, that's what I agreed!”

“Indeed!” snapped the policeman “Mr Huckerman's generous concession is dependant on him having the …. ahem.... satisfaction of observing you get what you deserve!!

Jordan glowered at the old man, he remembered the “Hot Bottoms” magazines he had seen when rummaging though his neighbour's study, looking for cash, and guessed Huckerman would enjoy the show even more than he admitted.

“No way!” snarled Jordan “I ain't taking no more spankings!”

“Sorry sport, but you don't get a vote!” grinned Ranger Tartarus “Your Daddy put me in authority, an' I've agreed the deal on your behalf!” he walked over and placed his hand on Jordan's shoulder “So your cute little bare butt is gonna' get good and toasted!! the Doctor said it would do you good, an' it's gonna'do all of us a power o' good to watch!”

He turned to the first policeman “Over to you Officer”

The first cop took a firm grip of Jordans arm and pulled him towards one of the couches in Jordan's father's spacious living room “As part of the agreement with your guardian and Mr Huckerman, My Partner and I have agreed to call here twice a week, to spank you until your debt to Mr Huckerman is repaid!”

“The first part of the debt!” added Tartarus, swiftly correcting the officer.

“T..twice a week?” stammered Jordan

“Do the math Jordan!” laughed The Ranger “That's only 15 weeks, it will be over by Thanksgiving ….. unless we discover some other crime before then!”

Now in a serious state of panic, Jordan's eyes darted round the room in search of a means of escape, but every potential exit was blocked, and, as if reading his mind, the policeman had painfully tightened the grip on his arm.

Then, before Jordan could even react, the Policeman sat down and pulled Jordan after him, forcing him to land in what was becoming a very familiar 'over the knee' position, with his bare bottom raised and presenting a perfect and tempting target!

At that moment, a fifth person, who Jordan instantly recognised as his cousin Harley, and who his seriously despised, walked into the room. “GET OUT!” Jordan shouted angrily “What's he doing here?!”

“I was going to tell you!” replied the ranger with a grin “Harley will be visiting for the next two months as he's going to Summer school here, you will be seeing a lot of him and his buddies …. that will be fun for you!”

“Hi Jordan!” sneered Harley with a pantomime like grin on his face.

Jordan scowled back and angrily gritted his teeth. Harley was just a few months younger than Jordan, and the cousins had hated each other for years, mostly because Jordan considered himself superior to Harlery in every conceivable way and was always furious when Harley proved himself to be the brighter of the two, and frequently outsmarted his older cousin.

Hence Jordan, being physically the stronger of the two, had bullied Harley mercilessly, whenever they met.

Jordan knew that the dislike was mutual and had no doubt how much Harley would enjoy seeing him in this situation. He also knew for certain that the sneaky blabber month would tell everyone what he'd seen.

Harley was not the only one watching in thrilled anticipation of what he was about to witness. Old Mr Huckerman could hardly contain his excitement. It had not taken much persuasion to get him to agree to the Ranger's suggestion that Jordan should repay at least some of the money he had stolen by taking spankings. He had long cherished a fantasy of disciplining His young neighbour and to watch a handsome young policeman doing the deed was a dream come true. Being a wealthy man, he felt $3,000 was more than worth paying to watch the cute young athlete get his tail roasted.

He contemplated writing about the experience in a letter to one of the specialist periodicals he subscribed to, but suspected nobody would believe him.

Calvin Peach, the younger of the two police officers, was almost equally as excited by what was about to unfold, albeit with rather less fear of cardiac arrest than that which was currently niggling Sam Huckerman.

Although, as necessitated by his career choice, Officer Peach was well adept at hiding his true nature, he had privately developed a growing interest in the corporal punishment of handsome young male offenders.

On any number of occasions when apprehending a well favoured young miscreant he had resisted the impulse to place the individual over his sturdy knee and and delivered justice there and then with the palm of his hand. Now that was about to happen for real!

As his wide dark hazel eyes focused intently on Jordans perfectly formed, and, for now, snowy white bottom, he pondered on the fact that not only did the prospect of Jordan receiving a very sore rear end in punishment for him crime, appeal to his sense of justice, it would be damn entertaining to watch!! He leaned forward in order to get a better view.

The thoughts of the older of the two policemen, Officer Hesketh, may be of less interest to readers. He felt no arousal at what he had agreed to do, indeed as a deeply religious man, the idea that others in the room might find it so would have mystified him.

That is not to say that Brian Hesketh did not wholeheartedly approve of the solution which Ranger Tartarus had proposed, although it was an “out of the box” proposal, the best ideas often were, and he could see the logic. Being committed to rehabilitating young offenders he was sure in the long run this would be in the Jordan's best interest. It was surely better that Jordan should have to live with a sore bottom for a few months, than to ruin his future with a prison sentence and expose him to bad influence of of career criminals.

He would take no pleasure from the task in hand, but intended to participate with enthusiasm, convinced that the longer Jordan's bottom stung, the longer he would behave. Officer Hesketh was unaware that of the humans in the room, he and Jordan were the only heterosexuals.

Being ambidextrous, Officer Hesketh was able to use both hands with equal dexterity, and it was with his left hand that he started off the spanking, raising it high in the air and brought it down in a wide and fast sweep, his hard and sun baked, leather like, palm colliding with Jordan's daisy white bare with a resounding SSS..MMAAAACCK!

That blow was swifty followed by a second, third, fourth and fifth resounding WHACK which reverberated round the room like rapid fire gun shots.

Officer Peach stepped forward to get a better look, fascinated by the sight Of Jordan's beautiful pearly white bottom as to began to turn pink under the onslaught of his fellow officer's flexible hand. In doing so Peach had inadvertently blocked old Mr Huckerman's view causing the old to irritatedly snap, “get out of my way man!”

Brian Hesketh continued to diligently spank Jordan, convinced as he did so, that each smack would go some way towards reforming this young criminal, and that the harder he smacked the more effective they would be.

The officer was in no way discouraged by the decidedly um-reformed curses and yells Jordan soon began to make, if anything they just increased his conviction and zeal

“For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it!” he chanted, quoting a suitable passage from Hebrews “the rod and reproof give wisdom!” he continued, skipping back to proverbs as he continued to spank the upturned bottom resting in his lap.

“Screw your fucking rod and reproof!” screamed Jordan, “let me go!”

“Buddy, can he help hold him still!” said the policeman turning to his colleague.

“Of course!” replied Officer Peach enthusiastically “In fact it is my turn!”

“If you want to try, be my guest!” replied Officer Hesketh, as Jordan struggled to escape.

Jordan's attempts at escaping were futile, as despite his fitness he was quickly overpowered, by the two even fitter older men, who had been trained in unarmed combat. Within moments he fond himself in the sale “Wheelbarrow” position his father had spanked him in the garage a few days before, but, this time with his legs on either side of Officer Beach's firm and muscular torso.

“Here Officer, save you hand and use this!” grinned Ranger Tartarus, producing and old style, rubber soled bedroom slipper, which had been conveniently lying under the table.

“Thank you Sir!” grinned Officer Peach quickly grabbing the slipper from Tartarus's hand and tapping the sole against the palm of his hand, “that will certainly do nicely!” he laughed “He'll feel that!!” before quickly adopting a serious expression “Which he deserves, and needs to!” 

 

Then the two officers began taking turns slapping Jordan's vulnerable bare butt cheeks, Officer Hesketh with his large hard and leathery hand while Calvin Peach enthusiastically deployed the slipper.

Peach had accurately predicted that Jordan would “feel” the slipper, as was evidenced by the yelps and cusses which were soon echoing round the room in accompaniment to the WHACKS! And “SMACKS! Of the vigorously applied slipper and hand.

Over the next few minutes a grinning Ranger Tartarus, a beaming Hadley and a profusely sweating Mt Huckerman watched intently as Jordan was spanked in various position

until his bottom was glowing red.

Finally it was over, and Jordan was allowed to clamber to his feet, his bare and well spanked rear glowing like an alarm beacon.

“Well done sport !” grinned the ranger “You have just paid $100 of your debt to Mt Huckerman ….. which leaves only $2,900 to go!”

“Remember I am more than happy to call here twice a week when I am off duty to help out!” offered Officer Peach eagerly

“Thanks that will be helpful!” relied the Ranger, giving Calvin a knowing look, which made a shiver go down the younger man's spine.

“It's not fair!” snapped a still defiant and un-remorseful Jordan

Ignoring Jordan, the Ranger continued “Now we need to deal with the other ten thousand and seven hundred you owe Jordan!”

To Jordan's horror he realised that fifteen weeks of spanking was just the start of what the his Hell spawn Babysitter had in store for him.

“Don't worry Jordan, I have arranged for you to work some of that off by doing gardening and odd jobs for all the neighbours in the street!” said Tartarus in a casual, throw away, manner “Of course, you won't be able to wear pants, but I have explained to the locals all that you have a burnt and stung ass ….. rectum, and they are very understanding!” before adding “I am sure they will make a point of coming out to watch and …...... support you!”

Jordan gaped at Tartarus in stunned silence attempting to process what had just been said to him. Was he really expected to work outside, bare butt!!??!! and had that damn ranger actually told the whole neighbourhood that he'd burnt his asshole?!!

“Oh yes” added Tartarus and I have agreed to run one of the attractions at the local charity fair …. the 'Test Your Strength' stall, you can help out with that too!!”

Jordan's mouth fell open, there was something about the Ranger's tone which told him that, whatever this damn Babysitter from hell had planned, it was not something he would enjoy!!

TO BE CONTINUED ….............