The Shaman's Revenge Part 7 (3)

 The Shaman's Revenge Part 7 (3)

The garage door gradually slid upwards and open, almost like a theatre curtain slowly rising to reveal the entertainment to an impatient audience, and indeed the Draper family's neighbours were about to enjoy a grand entertainment at Jordan's expense.

The Drapers had only moved to the area four years previously, however, in that period, Jordan's attitude and behaviour had made him deeply unpopular within the community, hence there was widespread satisfaction, and measurable delight that this overgrown brat was getting his well deserved comeuppance. The delight in no way diminished the fact that the handsome young athlete was totally naked.

Word soon spread and people came hurrying out of their houses, whilst others left work early and rushed home, so as not to miss the spectacle.

As we return to the scene of our moral tale, handsome 18 year old Swimming champion Jordan was still in what many consider to be one the most exposed and humiliating of spanking position, a position which their mysterious new neighbour, the ranger, who had now introduced himself as Caleb Tartarus, had referred to as a “wheelbarrowin'”. That is to say, he was naked, face down between his father's knees with his own legs on either side of his dad's waist.

As with most arrogant and conceited people, Jordan had a fragile ego and a horror of being shamed or embarrassed in public. Therefore, this ongoing humiliation was more than his sensitive pride could bear, but he had to bear it. There was no avenue of escape open to him, even if he had been able to struggle free from from his father's grip, he knew the gleefully applauding junior baseball team would wrestle him to the ground and drag him beck! 

 

That would just add to his total humiliation, a shaming which was being hungrily enjoyed by the growing crowd of happy looking neighbours.

As has been established in earlier chapter's, Jordan's bottom was no less tender than his ego, and the pain caused by his fathers relentless hand smacks was becoming equally intolerable. Not for the first time in recent days Jordan's well rounded smooth skinned, and previously ivory white bottom, felt well and truly toasted.

Finally The spanking came to an end, but sadly for Jordan and happily for his neighbours and the watching schoolboys, his embarrassing ordeal was nowhere near over.

“You can get off now Jordan” said Jordan's father giving the now rosy red bottom a final pat. At which point, Jordan swiftly wriggled off his fathers lap and leapt agilely to his feet. He was getting ready to bolt out the door when he felt the ranger's hand on his shoulder “Not so fast youngun'” said Caleb in his characteristic lazy drawl “Something tells me you have not been pulling your weight around here! Have you boy?!” he grinned “I see your ol' Dad was about to pay these fine young gentlemen from the baseball team to clean the garage, but it seems t' me that chore should be down to you! … whilst they get the money o' course!”

“What the …?” stammered Jordan, at the last instant stopping himself from swearing, which he senses would not be a wise more. 

 

“I am a'thinkin' that it's your job to be cleaning your Dad's garage, and there is no better time to start than now!” Caleb's cruel grin grew broader “You can start by cleaning this filthy floor ...” he reached in his pocket and produced a small pink toothbrush ”here you go!” he said “you can use this!!”

at that, the smiling onlookers burst into spontaneous laughter, at the prospect of the town's laziest jock having to clean a dirty garage with a toothbrush. 

 

“WHAT?” spluttered Jordan “You expect me to clean the floor …. and … with THAT?!!”

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The Sting of the Jungle IV - Boy gets his bottom singed

Boy sat on the edge of the lake, trying to think of something different to do for a change. He was bored, there was only so much to do in the jungle, apart from swinging on vines and taking a swim in the lake there really was no fun, at least, not the sort of fun a 19 year old boy wants to have.

He dreamed of living in the city. In the city he could go to raves, hang out with some cool dudes or go watch some chicks pole dance. Whereas in the West African rainforest the closest he had got to fun had peeping at the village girls bathing in the river, until they had spotted him and reported him to Tarzan, with the inevitable consequences.

He left the lake and headed back into the jungle, deciding he would build a camp fire and roast a yam and some sweet potatoes.

Unfortunately for the jungle creatures, when Boy was bored his sadistic streak came out, and having no humans smaller than himself available to bully, he often enjoyed torturing small animals. He was in just such a mood when, after he had made the camp fire, Boy spotted an unwary frog hopping by.

Boy's agile young body was swifter than the frog, he quickly caught it and laughing cruelly he dangled the unlucky creature over the flames.

As usual, however, Boy's luck ran out just as he had begin to enjoy himself, as Tarzan strode into the clearing and saw what he was doing.

Tarzan strode forward, snatched the frog from boy's hand and dropped it safely into the grass.

Suspecting a spanking was on the cards, Boy attempted to escape, but too late, Tarzan grabbed him by the wrist with one hand while he tore off the younger man's loin cloth with the other. Tarzan then lifted boy up and held him bottom down over the camp fire “How do you like it?” he snarled “How do you feel being dangled over the fire?” he lowered Boy closer to the flames “Shall I drop you?” he demanded “should I throw your bottom into the fire, just as you were about to do to that poor frog?”

Boy could feel the heat from the flames, just a few feet from his backside, his instinctive desire to struggle tempered by the fear that doing so might actually cause Tarzan to drop him.

“I tell you what” growled Tarzan, “I am going to toast your backside anyway!” with that, he sat down on a fallen tree trunk and threw Boy over his lap. “If you are going to be cruel to animals, I shall be cruel to you!” he said, and, with that, he proceeded to give Boy's bare bottom a long, hard and very well deserved spanking.

Finally, after a very long spanking, Tarzan stormed off, leaving Boy rubbing his very sore bottom.

Boy spotted the frog and with the lopsided logic of the very selfish, decided that the poor creature was somehow to blame for what had happened. He aimed a kick at the frog which sent it flying through the air. However, the violence of the kick caused boy to loose his balance.

It seemed that Karma had come back to burn our bad boy on the ass, as he stumbled and fell backwards

Landing bare bottom first into the smouldering camp fire

“Ahhh!!!” boy screamed in genuine agony as his, already very sore and tender bottom landed heavily amongst the flames and red hot coals. Fate had decided to to deliver justice in a very painful manner.

 

Boy jumped to his feet, clutching his well singed behind.

Letting out an agonized shriek he ran through the jungle clutching his bottom, desperate to reach water to cool his roasted behind.

On reaching the rived boy lowered his punished and burnt behind into the water in an attempt to cool off the burning pain. However, it would be many days before his bottom stopped stinging

Meanwhile boys carelessly placed camp fire set fire to a large area of jungle causing serious damage to the local environment.

Later, Tarzan rubbed soothing cream into Boy's griddled rump, and as he did so lectured the younger man about the damage he had caused and telling him exactly what would be done to him once his bottom had healed.

It would take a couple of weeks for Boy's bottom to recover, and return to it's usual pert, white and very spankable state. However, Boy decided he had no intention of still being around when it did, as he knew what Tarzan had planned.

That night as Tarzan slept, Boy stole the older man's savings and then took the canoe down river to the nearest city, where he used the money to purchase a one way ticket to America.

As Boy made his escape, he hoped he would also escape the pain in the ass which his life had become! However, little did he know the sangoma's curse had not gone away and would follow him across the Atlantic …..

The End??