Sunday, 25 April 2021

New Update at "The Humiliation of Redman Dane"

 

More Humiliation for Redman

Unlucky Redman finds himself in another uncomfortable and embarrassing predicament.

You can enjoy the handsome young blade's further well deserved discomfort by visiting “The Humiliation of Redman Dane”

WARNING: this features young a young male being disciplined and humiliated by females


 

 

The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn - Chapter One

 The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn

Chapter 1

(Click here for the Prologue)


Silas Hooper sat at the bar in Annie Kay's Coffee and Beer bar at the centre of town enjoying a lunch time Coffee and corned beef on Rye sandwich together with some man talk with a couple of the bar's regular patrons. Silas had been a successful urban architect, but he had become disenchanted with city life and moved to this small rural town five years earlier where he now ran a relatively successful construction business. Usually a light hearted individual, who enjoyed a laugh with the guys, he had made friends easily and soon settled in. However, today, he appeared strained and serious, and it was obvious something was troubling him.

What's the problem Buddy?” asked grey bearded Cole Ritter, one of the small town's only two doctors “You look as if you are carrying one heap of troubles.”

Kids” replied Silas with a sigh “Specifically one kid, my step son Finn, he's my ex-wife's son from her first marriage, he's been totally spoilt and allowed to run wild. Technically, he's no longer a kid, but he sure acts like one!”

Ah! Typical story!!” grunted Mike Palmer, the town sheriff “Spoiling a boy does him no favours! When I was working as a young cop in Atlanta I dealt with any number of spoilt rich boys ”

Silas frowned “Between us, he's had a couple of run in's with the law, so he's been sent to stay with me, where he is away from temptation!” He sighed “But it's not working out!”

The other men listened as Silas went into detail about Finn's behaviour, his lack of respect, refusal to obey rules and general unhelpful attitude. “He's also a damn lazy brat, this morning for instance, I asked him to do one simple task, painting some wood panels I'm using on those new houses next to the fishing dock. It would have taken him a couple of hours, tops. But, I turn my back for a minute, and he jumps on his fancy motorbike and rides off, who knows to where!” he shrugged in despair.

As a Doctor I'd say that kid needs a good spanking!”commented Cole

Plenty of spankings, ... and paddlings!” agreed Officer Palmer

SPANKING?” asked a slightly nonplussed Silas “He's almost nineteen .. a young man!”

So what? boys around here are going over their Daddy's knee up to they are twenty five or more!” laughed Nial Russell who had been listening to the conversation from a table by the bar “It keeps them on the right track!”

The best way to make a bad boy behave is to keep him bare butt and nervous!” added Officer Palmer banging his fist on the bar

Isn't that illegal?” asked a mystified Silas

Not in this state it isn't. Besides, I'm the law in this town, I decide what is legal. If you can't do it, we'd be more than happy to help you out, wouldn't we fellas!”

Sure would!” laughed the Doctor “between us we can keep his little butt cheery red all summer!”

How long is he staying with you!”

The Court said he is under my custody until he's 21, so that's another two years!” the last words were spoken partly with a groan.

That's no problem, we are not going anywhere, give us a call anytime and we will do what's required!”

Thanks guys, but that is all a bit out there for me, I will try reasoning with him first, before resorting to anything drastic!!”

His words were greeted with laughter “Reasoning?!! Good luck with that!” snorted Officer Palmer.

Later, on his drive home, Silas was still a little in shock, the conversation he had just had with three seemingly sane and rational adult men, seemed crazy, and like something out of a different age. It was a conversation he would never wish his ex-wife or any of their liberal city friends to hear, He was also sure he would never think of spanking his 19 year old step son.


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Meanwhile, on a country road eight miles out of town, the step son in question was most unhappy, although perhaps not quite as unhappy as he would have been had he overheard the discussion his step father had just been party to.

Finn had miscalculated, he had thought it was only five miles back to town, but it was closer to twelve, and his feet were already sore from walking. All his life Finn's feet had been protected by expensive, high quality trainers and sneakers, so they were very soft and tender, and totally unused to walking, bare foot, on such rough terrain. He attempted to walk on the grass next to the road but that was not much better.

However, if his feet were sore, that pain faded into insignificance compared to his bottom, which was literally throbbing and burning as if it were still being assaulted by multiple angry hornets. His poor bottom had been stung first by a maritime sea creature, which, by some fluke, had ended up in an inland lake, this was followed by a god damn wasp, then he had been spanked by a muscle-bound hill-billy before the final coup de grâce of sitting in a bunch of nettles.

Somehow the stinging nettles had made the pain even worse by adding a tingling, all over, sensitivity to his buttocks and upper thighs. To add to his discomfort the nettles had stung the underside of his testicles, which tingled and stung as well.

However, sore bottom, feet and balls, were not the only thing causing his discomfort. The loss of an expensive motorbike would be difficult to explain, but worse than that, he was also faced with a very difficult and embarrassing predicament caused by the fact that he was bare butt naked whilst his clothes were in the back of some hill-billy's truck, or at his step-father's house on the far side of town.

The challenge would be getting home without being seen!!

Finn, knew he was good looking and he was proud of his fit young body, he had no problem showing of his chest and biceps by going shirtless in summer, or wearing designer trunks to the beach, but being totally naked in public was something else altogether.

He had never liked being naked in front of other guys in the locker room, let alone, in front of girls! Only two girls had ever seen his dick, and that had been on his terms, and it was they who were totally naked. This time he would be the only one naked in front of fully clothed people.

He hated the idea of anyone, guys or girls, looking at his bare butt, especially when it was sore, red and so obviously spanked, as he correctly guessed it was.

There had to be some way of finding clothes before he reached town.

As Finn turned a bend in the road he spotted a house nestling among the trees. Assuming the house was inhabited, maybe someone there would take pity on him and lend him some clothes, or, if not he could steal some. Perhaps this would provide a means of rescue from his embarrassing situation.

Despite his sore feet, his step quickened as he approached the house, he could see it was quite old and in some disrepair, but there were signs of habitation, and that meant there were people who owned clothes living there.

As he crept closer to the house, he noticed that one small window on the side of the wooden clad structure was slightly ajar, presenting him with an alternative option to knocking on the door, butt naked and asking for help.

This would not be the first time he had broken into someone's house, in fact he had done it more often than his rap sheet revealed, as he had only been caught once. (which was not bad odds – or so he thought!)

The window ledge was shoulder high, but that was no obstacle to a lithe, athletic young man, gripping the window ledge, and with the combined strength of his arms and his leg muscles, which he used to propel him self upwards, he quickly jumped up and thrust the top part of his naked body through the small gap beneath the window frame.

Unfortunately for Finn, the window was old and poorly maintained, and the vibration caused by his weight pushing down on the sill, caused he window frame to fall down onto the middle of his back trapping him with his head arms and shoulders on the inside, and his legs and bare bottom dangling outside.

Finn attempted to push upwards with his back, in the hope of dislodging the window enough to enable him to clamber through, However, if anything, this simply caused the window frame to become even more tightly jammed.


To his mounting horror, he realised that he was totally trapped, and to make it worse, he was in a very embarrassing and vulnerable situation.

The goddess Nemesis, who was not Finn's friend at the moment, and as we all know to our cost, she has a cruel habit of exploiting vulnerabilities to the detriment of mortals. Finn was to soon find out quite how vulnerable he was, and also what a tempting target he presented, with his fine young bottom, exposed in all it's rosy glory, hanging out of the window.

Finn's next stroke of bad luck arrived almost half an hour later,. In the form of young Tobias Ruckman, who had been out in the woods, unsuccessful attempting to shoot birds with his sling-shot, and was taking a short cut home past the old Bowen house.

Tobias couldn't believe his eyes when he caught sight of Finn's nude nether religions hanging out of the window. Confused but fascinated he crept towards the house, to get a better look.

At first he was confused, but then surmised, that the person in the window must have been attempting to rob the house. He had heard of the barefoot bandit, this must be the bare bottom burglar

Despite his tender years, Tobias was an nasty boy with a cruel sense of humour. His sadistic urges has had been frustrated by his failure to kill any birds, hence he was more than ready to take full advantage of this unexpected opportunity to inflict some pain, without risk to himself. He quickly pulled his slingshot out of his back pocket.

He had used up all his pellets, but there were plenty of pebbles on the ground which would provide excellent ammunition.

With his head inside the house, Finn was unaware of the younger boy's presence. Having finally given up struggling, and was hanging miserably in his increasingly uncomfortable position, glumly wondering what was going to happen to him.

He had no idea what was about to be heading in the direction of his still tender backside at considerable speeded.



Tobias picked up a smooth coin shaped pebble, loaded it into his sling-shot, took aim, and fired.

The pebble hit Finn at the base of his exposed right butt cheek with such force that his body jerked violently and he yelled out in agony. The pain was so intense that he initially thought he had been shot.

Finn's cry of pain excited his viscous tormentor who rabidly grabbed a second pebble, loaded his sling shot and let fly. He chuckled with glee as the second missile, which landed in the centre of the same right butt cheek, elicited a similar cry of anguish, albeit this one mixed with anger.

Watching the window trapped Finn struggling and kicking helplessly, while swearing angrily, thrilled the malicious Tobias who quickly grabbed a third pebble, loaded it into the sling-shot and fired again. However, in his haste, Tobias's aim was defective, so instead of hitting Finn, it smashed through a pain of glass above him. Finn was showered with broken glass, but luckily he was not cut. 


 At that moment. Ned Bowen the home owner arrived, having been alerted to the commotion, Finn's shouts, and now the sound of breaking glass. He was carrying a pitchfork, with which he had been working in his hay barn.

What the …?” he snarled, outraged by what he saw.

He's a burglar Mr Bowen Sir!” squeaked Tobias “and look.. He's even broken your window!”

Why is he naked?” asked the confused farmer

He must be one of them kinky types from the city!”replied Tobias

 

I'll teach him!” growled the older man “no pervert is going to break into my house!” he lunged forward and firmly jabbed Finn in the behind with the sharp prongs his pitchfork.

YEEEEOOOW!!” yelled Finn “Stop! Let me explain!”

Get out of the Window!” shouted Ned reaching up and using his superior strength pushed the jammed window upwards and allowing Finn to wriggle free.

Despite the shock, Finn was agile enough to land on his feet. Deciding, based on the tone of Ned Bowen's voice that, rather than attempting to explain it would be wise to put as much distance as he could between himself and the angry home owner as he could, and immediately turned to flee.

However, he was still not quick enough to avoid another pitchfork thrust by Ned, who again succeeded in jabbing Finn's tender bare bottom with the sharp points.

Now determined to avoid any further painful jabs with the fork Finn ran back in the direction of the road as fast as his bare feet could manage.

However, as his feet were now so sore from his long walk he was unable to our run the farmer, who's leather like soles were far more accustomed to bare foot running.


Finn had just reached a wooden stile leading to the bath when Ned caught up with him and grabbed him by the arm. Then, still gripping Finn firmly, Ned sat down on the stile and roughly pulled the younger man down and over his knee.

I'll make sure you can't sit down again for a week, you little thief!” he roared and then set about battering Finn's upturned bare bottom with his huge, hard and leathery hands.

As the sound of the loud smacks ricochet through the trees, accompanied by Finn's increasingly frantic protests, as he kicked and struggled unsuccessfully to free himself.

Given that his bottom had already been repeatedly stung by various plants and creatures, spanked once and shot at with a sling shot, it was already difficult for him to sit down, another spanking was the very last thing he needed. However, that was what he was getting.


Finn had been on Earth for almost 19 years, and today was the worst day of that tenure, surely it couldn't get any worse.

 

Could it?

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To be continued







Friday, 25 December 2020

The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn ( Prologue)

 

The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn

Prologue

Finn was in a furious mood as he sped along the open country road on the expensive blue motorbike his doting mother had bought him on his 18th birthday the previous year. It was one of the various luxuries he had become accustomed to while living at home in the city, and one of the few he had ben able to bring with him after being exiled to live with his step-father in what he liked to term “Rubesville”.

His banishment from urban life had been a condition set by the court, as his last chance to avoid a custodial sentence, following various encounters with law and order. It was safe to say this was proving a challenging culture shock for a pampered and spoilt brat like Finn. Not only did he have a low opinion of his Step father, who was nowhere near as generous or tolerant as his wealthy mother, but he lived in a rural backwater with none of the excitement and diversions the city had offered Finn and which had led to his entanglements with the police.

As he turned a corner, he noticed a path leading off the road at the entrance to which was a large sign which stated PRIVATE – No Trespassing. Finn in his short eighteen years had not been accustomed to being denied anything hence the sign had the duel effect of both raising his interest and irritating him.

He was curious as what the secret was at the end of the path and annoyed at being told he could not see it. Characteristically, he chose to ignore the notice, swerved off the road and steered his bike down the bumpy country path. He was stubbornly determined to see the forbidden sight at the end of the path.



After he had travelled less than half a mile the path led him to a forest at the edge of which was a small lake and more signs one instructing him that swimming was forbidden, and another, which was half hidden by foliage, announced “NO TRESPASSING – Violators will be ...” the rest of which was obscured by leaves. However, it was the no swimming sign which interested him more. Being told he could not do something inevitably made him more determined to so it. Hence, after leaving his bike next to a pile of rocks, he quickly stripped off his clothes in order to indulge in the countryside pursuit of skinny dipping.



He ran to the edge of the lake before stripping off his underwear, then, when fully naked he plunged in.

The water was colder than he had expected on such a warm day, but he soon got used to that , and find the cool water pleasantly refreshing. However, it was also very salty, which surprised him, but did not concern him as he had spent his childhood summers playing in the salty water off his grandparent's Florida beach house.



Although, as an occasional athlete, Finn excelled at tennis and field sports, he was also a competent and confident swimmer, and he easily moved through the glassy water until he was in the deeper water towards the centre of the lake.

It was there that he was to discover the cause of the lake's high salt content. Although it was hidden by the trees and a small range of hills, the lake was in fact only a few miles from the edge of the ocean by which it was connected by two tidal rivers one above ground, and the other subterranean.



Only weeks before, a huge ocean storm had washed nany thousands of gallons of sea water into the lake together with various sea creatures, including a small swarm of jellyfish, and it was with these opaque but electrical little creatures that Finn was to make unwelcome contact. The contact was particularly unwelcome for Finn, for it was his bare bottom which one brushed against with a stinging result as a forceful electrical current surged through his exposed skin.

Although Finn would not consider the encounter a lucky one, it was fortunate that these were not Box jellyfish, with stings which can scar and even kill, however, although less deadly, this species was still capable of delivering a potent and painful sting.

Finn gave a loud and angry yell of paim and swam back to edge of the lake, moving through the water as if propelled, he had no idea what had stung him, but whatever it wasm he was anxious to get out of the water and avoid receiving another painful sting.

Once on dry land, he clutched his bottom and jumped from foot to foot gritting his teeth at the pain, before lying down on his front in the grass, drying himself in the sun. The stinging pain in his butt cheek had not improved his mood, and his handsome face was set in a sulky frown.


It was certainly bad luck to encounter a stinging sea creature in an inland lake, but Fin's streak of bad luck had only just begun. Unknown to him, he had chosen to lie down near a bush with a wasp's nest at it's centre and his arrival had disturbed some of the angry buzzing insects.



One wasp, braver than his compatriots flew down to give a closer inspection to the huge and alien white object which had unexpectedly invaded the swarm's space, and finally landed in the lower middle of Finn's right buttock, less than an inch from where the jellyfish had stung him.

Finn had a very sensitive bottom at the pest of times, and that sensitivity was heightened by the recent sting, hence he was instantly conscious that something was crawling on him and automatically flinched. 

Startled by the sudden violent motion, which, from it's perspective, must have seemed like am earthquake, the little wasp did what startled wasps do and it too stung Finn's tender bare bottom, it's venom laden stinger jabbing into our young hero's pink and white skin within centimetres from where the jelly fish had left it's still painful sting.

Finn sprang to his feel with a bellow of agony as unbelievably a second sting laden creature had attacked him on the same spot with the space of ten minutes. How could he be so unlucky?

The thought had hardly left Finn's head, when his bad luck got even worse!

An angry voice behind him boomed “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?, What are you doing?” ….CAN'T YOU READ?”


Finn spun round to be confronted by a large bearded man wearing an untucked plaid shirt and carrying a gun. In other circumstances Finn might have called the man a “Rube” or a “Redneck Hick” but in this instance discretion played the better part of valour and he just stammered “I..I was ...swimming!” he was suddenly uncomfortably aware of his nakedness.

The bearded man, Otis Hollister, had also noticed Finn's nakedness, in fact he had been hiding among the bushes watching Finn for a while and very impressed by what he saw. Despite his sulky expression, Finn was a strikingly handsome guy, with a the well formed athletic body of a healthy young adult and a perfectly adorable little pink bottom, which Otis was itching to give a slap.

THE SIGN SAYS 'No SWIMMIN'” snapped Otis “CAN'T YA' READ?”

Finn did not answer, he just shrugged and quickly Looked around him trying to remember where he had dropped his underpants.

I suppose you didn't see the other sign neither?” sneered Otis striding over to Finn, and, before the latter could react, grabbing hold of his ear “Come and I'll Show you what it says!”


Otis dragged the angrily protesting Finn over to where the lage No Trespassing sign was partially obscured by foliage and, using the end of his rifle pushed the branches aside to reveal the full wording “No Trespassing, Violators will be Spanked

What on..?” yelled a slightly alarmed Finn “That's crazy, you have to be joking!”

In fact the wording had originally not been intended to be taken literally, however, Otis was not ready to let a golden opportunity pass him by.

It means exactly what it says boy!” sneered Otis “If you ignore warning you're going to pay the consequences!”

Let go of me you redneck moron!” snarled Finn struggling to free himself from Otis's grip “You are not doing that to me !!!”

Otis grinned “Oh yes I am boy! It's what you deserve!”

The older man dragged the struggling and protesting younger man along the back to where an old tree stump provided a convenient seat.

Finn, who was no weakling, attempted to break free, but many hours of hard farm work had given Otis the greater strength with strong arms and a firm grip which could easily overpower him.

Otis sat down on the tree stump, sat down and pulled Finn face down across his lap.

Finn could not believe what was happening, in all the eighteen and half years of his spoilt and privileged young life he had never been seriously punished, let alone spanked, and he was outraged at the indignity of of what the bearded rube planned to do to him. “Let me go you … you ...! “ he yelled “This is illegal!”

Ha!” replied Otis “It seems a spanking is well over due!” he grinned “I saw you get stung by that little ol' bee earlier, now where was it that gold ol' boy got you?” he looked down and soon spotted the wasp sting, which had risen like a small shiny red pimple standing out from the snowy white perfection of Finn's adorable bubble butt.

Ah! There he is!” chuckled Otis raising his hand high above his head, before bringing his hard leathery palm down with a hard resounding SMACK! Landing squarely on top of the sting!!

Finn gave a furious roar of pain and anger “AAAOOWW that hurt you f....!!” he yelled, he had briefly forgotten the wasp sting in his anger at his assailant, but it was now firmly back at the centre of his consciousness and would remain there for some time.

It was supposed to!” replied Otis “And this one will to” he delivered a second smack, this time his hand landing on Finn's un-stung but soon to be equally tender left buttock, leaving a large red hand print to match the one already showing on the right cheek.


 With that Otis began to give Finn his first ever, but long deserved, bare bottom spanking. The countryman strong and muscular brown arms rising and falling like a rapid piston, whilst his large leather like palms landed with explosive sounding smack's on Finn's reddening bottom.

It was unlucky for Finn that Compassion was not a strong suit with Otis who took sadistic pleasure in ensuring that at least one out of every four smacks landed directly on the, now seriously smarting, wasp sting.

Unknown to Otis, the smacks were also connecting with the still very sore jellyfish sting, thus adding to young Finn's discomfort.

For Finn's part, he could only swear, curse and issue impotent threats, whilst struggling and kicking his long tanned legs in an unsuccessful effort to free himself.

Otis continued spanking until he was satisfied that Finn's entire bottom was a uniform and glowing shade of red. Finally, he released his grip and allowed Finn to clamber off his knee.

Once back on his feet Finn stood, rubbing his burning butt and glowering at the man who had just inflicted such a humiliating indignity on him “You will pay for that!” he snarled.

Otis laughed contemptuously “I'd like to see you try!” he snorted.

It was then that Finn spotted Otis's rifle, which was leaning against a rock, where it had been let while it's owner was occupied in Spanking.

Before the older man could stop him, he jumped like a puma springing onto it's prey and grabbed the gun, which he quickly aimed at Otis “I told you that you would pay!” he growled triumphantly “And you will!”


Unfortunately for Finn, his triumph would be extremely short lived, clutching the rifle, with his wildly trembling forefinger hovering over to the trigger, be took a step backwards. That step was to be his downfall, as his bare foot connected with the tiny half hidden stump of what had once been a sapling, causing him to trip and fall backwards.


Following the continuing series of misfortunes which had blighted Finn's day, our handsome young hero landed bare bottom first into a patch of stinging nettles, immediately adding a few hundred tingling nettle stings to his already spanked, wasp and Jellyfish stung bottom. Seconds later he was back on his feet, jumping up and down, whimpering and clutching his eyewateringly sore bottom.

Meanwhile, Otis causally picked up the rifle which Finn had dropped as he fell, and now he aimed that at Finn.

That was very naughty!” he said. “It seems you haven't learnt your lesson yet, and need more punishment” a smile flashed across his face “and I know just what you need!”

Otis then lead Finn at gun point back to the path, where the two of them loaded Finn's bike into the back of Otis's battered old truck, before Otis slung Finn's discarded clothes and sneakers in after it.

M ..my clothes!” stammered Finn


You won't be needing those!” chuckled Otis as he jumped into the driver's seat of the truck and slammed the door, “I figure a nice embarrassing walk back to town with your little bare butt on show will be just what you need to cure that bad blood of yours!!” he laughed and added mockingly “There is a fair in town. So there will be plenty of people there to see you!”

Finn tried to glower angrily at his tormentor, but his lips trembled and the horror of his situation sunk in. It was only about five miles to town, which would not be too much of a challenge for a fit young male, even bare foot, but his step-father's house was on the far side of town, there was no way to get there without being seen.

Then he remembered his underpants, at least they would provide him with some dignity, if only he could remember where he dropped them. As if in answer to Finn's thoughts, Otis put his hand in his pocket, and pulled out object “And I wouldn't bother hunting for these!” he said, holding up Finn's underpants as if they were a trophy. “You are going naked pretty boy!”

He then the pants back into his pocket, fired up the ignition and then, without a further glance in Finn's direction, drove the truck back down the country path towards the road, leaving the handsome but stark naked young man staring helplessly after him.

Sore bottomed Finn's unlucky day was not over yet!


TO BE CONTINUED










Wednesday, 9 December 2020

The Humiliation of Redman Dane - Chapter 2 (Part 2)

 


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Warning The Humiliation of Redman Dane features a male being humiliated and punished by various females

 

Sunday, 29 November 2020

The Humiliation of Redman Dane - Chapter 2 (Part 1)


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Tuesday, 28 July 2020

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 ….............