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 ….............
