The Shaman’s Revenge Part 18 (Part 1)

Jordan was confused, why was there a crane truck parked in the front yard?, and why did the Ranger want to strap him into a very suspicious object?

“Why do you want to put that on me?” he moaned, backing away from the Ranger who was holding out a dark blue leather garment “it’s weird”

“We need to check that it works properly” came the reply “we will be having an escapology booth at the fair! Put it on and see if you can figure out how to get it off …if you can get out of it anyone can!” he laughed

“It’s a real dumb idea!” replied an increasingly dubious Jordan “I don’t want to!”

“Stop wasting time let me put this on you” snapped the Ranger “It won’t hurt you!”

Jordan, was not convinced, and felt a sense of dead, he knew the Ranger well enough not to trust him, but he also knew that any failure to obey would have painful consequences. So, very reluctantly, he stood still and allowed the ranger to strap him into the leather straight jacket.

“Great!” grinned the Ranger “It fits perfectly, … nice and snug … you won’t fall out of that!”

“F..fall?” stammered Jordan “How do you mean!”

“You’ll see!” replied Ranger Tartarus “and you won’t be needing these!” he bent down, grabbed the waist band of Jordan’s skimpy red shorts and pulled them down to his ankles, as Jordan’s hated cousin Harvey giggled with delight.

“HEY!” yelled Jordan “The Doc said I could wear the shorts!”

The Ranger ignored Jordan’s protest, and immediately attached a series of chains, attached to the crane truck to the back of the leather straight jacket, before jumping into the truck, and activating the crane mechanism.

To Jordan’s dismay, he suddenly found himself being winched upwards by the chains attached to the straps of the straightjacket, in which he was trapped. “What are you doing?” he yelled frantically, as he struggled against the unyielding, tight blue leather.

“I got this idea when we found you hanging from your speedo wedgie!” Laughed the Ranger “Now we are going to the fair!”

Jordan was now high in the air, dangling from the crane, and, apart from his socks and sneakers, naked from waist down, with his little pink bottom on full display. “Let me down!”

“You aren’t afraid of hights are you Sport?” chuckled the Ranger starting the engine, as Jordan’s still giggling cousin Harvey climbed unto the cab beside him. “You will have to get used to it if you are!”

Minutes later, as pedestrians laughed and pointed, the truck drove slowly down the road, the crain extended behind it with a bare bottom and very miserable Jordan hanging from it.

When the truck arrived at the country fairground, the ranger drove up to a spot about 30 yards from the edge of the fair and parked next to an orange board with yellow numbers on. Jordan wondered what it could be, until he spotted the sign at the top which stated, “Test Your Strength – Paddle the brat!” and saw that there was a metal arm protruding from the top of the board with a holed spanking paddle attached to it.

As the Ranger had carefully positioned the truck so that Jordan’s bare bottom was in direct line of the paddle, it didn’t take Jordon long to figure out that he was the brat who was going to get paddled, but how did this devilish contraption work?

His question was answered by Harvey, who had produced a mallet from the truck and began calling out to the curious crowd, which was already assembling, and inviting them to test their strength by hitting a lever with the mallet. The strength of the blow will send a puck shooting up the board, the explained, and activate the paddle. The number of swats being determined by what number on the board to puck reached.

Jordan’s bare behind presented a very tempting target, and a eager group of laughing young men had soon lined up to take their turn in testing their strength.

The first contestant’s attempt was poorly judged and succeeded only in a glancing blow to the lever, so the puck only rose to the number 10 on the board, which was greeted with jeers from onlookers.

 However, the well programmed mechanism immediately sprang into action, the paddle arm swung back and forth delivering the requisite ten whacks to Jordan’s tender bottom, as he yelled out in pain.

“That was a test shot!” insisted the guy with the mallet “Let me try again!”

Harvey raised no objection, and the mallet was again brought down hard delivering a resounding blow to the lever and sending the puck hurtling up the board to reach the number 30.

“YESS!! .. THIRTY!” Cheered the crowd

“No … NOT THIRTY!” cried Jordan in horror.

But the paddle was already swinging and within seconds the fairground was soon echoing to the sounds of hard paddle whacks, punctuated by howls both of pain from Jordan and laughter from the now sizable crowd.

Jordan was in for a long and painful afternoon.

 

TO BE CONTINUED

 

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

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 ….............