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When I was growing up my parents had a small cabin on the edge of a lake. There were other cabins nearby which formed the rest of the weekend community. We would join our neighbors around a campfire or for a group fish fry fairly regularly. There were plenty of young children but Gabrielle, Bernice and I were the only teenagers so we pretty much hung around together. There wasn't much in the way of entertainment for us except an old movie theater and an ice cream store about a mile down the road. They had good stuff to eat and a pinball machine, however, our funds were limited so we didn't spend as much time there as we would have liked. Instead, we would while away the hours swimming, fishing and exploring the woods. I was heading to college the next fall and was at the age when I really started noticing girls but was shy and confused by them. (I've since gotten over my shyness but women still confuse me.)
One weekend Bernice and her family didn't come up to their cabin so it was just Gabrielle and I. We fooled around for a while, played catch, spent a few precious dollars at the ice cream parlor and after lunch we headed towards our secret hideaway. It was a little spot in the woods the three of us found years ago. Far enough from the lake to keep the mosquito level down and off the beaten path so we had plenty of privacy. Not that we really needed that but we were young and anyplace where we could be alone and unwatched seemed wonderful. Our games and the fantasies we acted out were never truly anything that would've shocked anybody if they had been watching. That is, until that Saturday but I'm getting ahead of myself.
It was a special place and changed with our games and discussions. It could be a school room, a rocket ship, a hidden attic (just after the three of us read `The Diary of Anne Frank'), a wild west town, a castle or anything our imaginations needed. That Saturday it became a castle again. Within this magical palace one of us would be the Ruling Sovereign while the others took on various roles in the court. Prime Minister, Lady in Waiting, Grand Wizard, Court Jester (my usual role) or occasionally servants to His or Her Royal Majesty.
The idea for me to be King that day was her suggestion but I'll get to that in a moment. En route we were being silly and playing tag as we ran around the trees. Unlike the normal method of a quick touch designating the other person as `it' she gave me a good hard swat on my rear end to transfer the title. Now the game had a different perspective and that became the place to aim for. When I tagged her a minute or so later it was the first time I ever touched a girl in such a forbidden place. It was firm and soft at the same time. I was so distracted by the erotic excitment that she easily caught me and her swat was harder than the first. Not to be outdone, my next one was planted very firmly and she jumped. She turned to me and said, "Now you're in for it buster." The chase was on. It was my turn to jump at the arrival of her hand when I ran around a tree and found that she had cut me off. To make sure I knew it was my turn to be the pursuer she tagged me three times good and hard in rapid succession. With a laugh she was gone with me not far behind.
She knew I was going to equal or better her `tag' so she ran like the wind. What a wonderful sight. Her lithe and beautiful body floating along the forest floor with her long brown hair flowing behind her. And her face as we would find ourselves on either side of a tree. A lovely sparkle in her eyes as both of us moved from side to side looking for an opening and then another sprint. I caught her just as we reached our private sanctuary. As my hand gripped her arm she said, "All right. You touched me and I'm `it'." Emboldened by some unknown source I responded, "Oh No, you're not getting off that lightly." I switched hands on her arm and brought the other down against her bottom hard and fast. I returned the three swats she gave me and added another three for good measure. As I stepped away she was rubbing herself while I stood there wishing I could be the one to caress that part of her.
I felt a little guilty about what I had just done so I apologized for hitting her so hard and she said, "It's OK. I started it."
Then she changed the subject (or so I thought at the time) by saying, "Remember when we used to make believe this was a castle? I want to do it again and you can be the King."
She smiled as she went down on one knee and added, "And My Lord has justly punished his underling for striking his Royal Personage inappropriately."
I don't know what came over me but I kissed the top of her head and said, "You may rise. Your King finds you pleasurable in His sight."
She blushed as she stood and said, "Your servant is honored. It seems the kitchen is closed but is there any other way I can serve Your Majesty."
What exactly was she offering. Like many young men I fantasized about having a beautiful slave to satisfy all my desires and for a fleeting moment I reveled in the possibilities. Most of my ideas bordered on that elusive thing called sex and I briefly toyed with the idea of using this opportunity to try it out and see if all the hype was true. However, if we were to do that the first order of business was to get her clothes off. Everything I'd read suggested starting at the top so the first thing I'd do is get her to take off her shirt.
She said "What?" and I said, "Huh?".
She clarified her question. "I thought I heard you say something about taking off my shirt."
Oh, my gosh. I'd spoken my last thoughts out loud. I flustered and sputtered and finally managed to say I was thinking of something else and wasn't referring to her.
"Oh," she said, "I thought you wanted me to take mine off and if that's what my King commanded I would have to obey."
She had a sly grin and I wasn't sure what she was up to. Was she actually offering to do as I inadvertently asked? Nah. She couldn't be. Could she? I now can recognize the look a woman gives you when she has more in mind than playful flirting but this was the first time I experienced it. However, even in my youthful innocence I realized that her expression was giving added assurance that her offer was indeed valid. In spite of this implied promise staring me in the face I was still unable to speak or act. I know I was blushing and this seemed to amuse her. She took further initiative and said, "You only have to ask and I'll take it off. Would you like that?"
Was she just teasing me or was she serious? What should I do? If I said "Yes" she might think I was a pervert or something but if I said "No" the best chance I ever had with a girl might pass me by. One thing was certain, delay was getting me absolutely nowhere so I said, "I am your King and I don't ask. I command you to take your shirt off."
There, the words were out and my heart and breathing stopped. They both started again a few seconds later but at a higher than normal rate as I watched her fingers on the buttons. She was actually going to do it. She carefully kept the front closed until all the buttons were undone. Then she sang out a little fanfare and pulled it open in a grand gesture.
Darn! I had forgotten that we were going to go swimming after our walk and she had her bathing suit on under her clothes. No wonder she was willing to take the shirt off. There was nothing to hide.
She laughed and said, "You forgot what I was wearing, didn't you?"
I wasn't about to admit to that and gave a regal "Humph!" followed by, "Of course I knew you were decently clothed under your shirt just as I know you are under your shorts. Take them off too."
As she pulled them down she said, "OK but I don't believe you. You thought you were going to see my bra. You've seen me get ready for a dip on the lake off hundreds of times and I never noticed that before."
The `that' she pointed at was the bane of all males when they think about sex which at my age was about 97% of the time. A woman's signs of arousal are more subtle than a bulge in your pants and in defense of my current embarrassment I said, "Then either you've never looked or I was pretty good at hiding it. `That' is my normal reaction every time you have to take your clothes off before we go swimming."
She dropped her shorts on the ground and looked at me strangely. "You get turned on watching me?"
I kicked a stone at my feet and said, "Yes. You're very pretty and you're right about this afternoon. I did forget what you were wearing and couldn't believe my luck that you would strip to your underwear for me. I'm sorry I got the wrong idea. Can we just forget about this?"
She held my hand and went back on one knee. "Methinks I played a merry prank on my King but it is not seemly for me to take such liberties with His Majesty. It was his wish to see the undergarments and perhaps all the charms of this maiden and I have not yet complied. Truly such action deserves another proper punishment."
What was she up to now? And what did she mean by another punishment? Then I remembered the small spanking I gave her a little while ago and that she had called it a just punishment. Was that what she was referring to now? There was a way to find out. I'd drop a hint about spanking and see how she reacted. "I bid you rise fair maiden. You are in luck. The Court Spanker is not available so I will have to see to your punishment myself."
There, I could pass it off as a joke it I got the wrong impression a second time. While I was trying to think of a `proper punishment' that didn't involve me touching her wonderful bottom she said, "Verily, I am blessed with good fortune. It is a rare event when Your Highness performs such a disagreeable task. I will take my spanking with pride and contrition."
Well, that decided that issue. I tried to remember our run through the woods and if I felt any sharp pains like maybe a tree falling on me. The only explanation I could think of for the present circumstances was that I had died and gone to heaven. But No, I was still on earth and someone was telling Gabrielle she was going to get another six swats as she turned and bent over. Then he slapped down on that freely offered and most wonderful rear end. My brain decided to join my body and enjoy the experience just as spank number two landed. A stern disciplinarian would say I was giving the pain of each swat a chance to sink in and be appreciated by the recipient but I just wanted the moment to last. Or you could say I was the benevolent ruler and willing to provide comfort between swats as I took the opportunity to stroke and caress the bottom of a real girl. She didn't object at first but then asked if I was going to spank it or just play with it. I said, "Both." and planted number three and four before gently rubbing it again. A minute later number five arrived good and hard. She grunted at the impact but stayed in position for the next few seconds of my hand taking non-disciplinary liberties but as soon as number six was delivered she moved away to prevent any further `comforting'.
Back on one knee, she held my hand and kissed my palm as she said, "Thank you Milord. Your servant is grateful for your attention to this matter."
Not being very original, I repeated the kiss on her head and bidding her to rise as she was once again pleasurable in my sight but I added that the `matter' I had just given my attention to was also very pleasurable to my touch. She giggled and I took a step forward. Our lips were getting closer and closer but at the last minute she turned her face so all I kissed was her cheek. She seemed to be having trouble breathing normally and so was I but instead of the romantic ending I was imagining she said, "I think we better go swimming."
She grabbed up her shirt and shorts and punched me on the arm as she added, "Tag! You're it!" and she was heading to the lake at breakneck speed. She got to the water first and as soon as I put my outer clothes next to hers, I dove in after her. The incident at the `castle' was a distant and wonderful memory as we laughed and splashed for the next hour. As we made our way back to the cabins I felt her take my hand in hers and give it a soft squeeze. My hopes (and other parts of me) rose as she whispered, "I want to go back into the woods again after supper."
A few hours later we met in our spot and I reached for her. Oh, look! Down on the ground. There's my hopes dashed to pieces as she pushed me away and said, "How dare you take it upon yourself to assume you can make advances to your Queen. Such effrontery must be dealt with severely." With a playful twinkle in her eye she continued, "I believe I owe you a dozen spanks." One should not argue with one's Queen but I pointed out that the first three I gave her were to balance the scale from her spanks as we were playing tag and the second six were her idea. She said, "All right, I guess we were even after the first three but the second set was because I was disrespectful to my King as you have just been to your Queen so nine spanks ought to do it. Take your T-shirt and pants off."
As I removed the top portion I politely pointed out that we were not planning on swimming and I did not have my suit on so taking anything else off was out of the question. Her response was, "That's too bad. You wanted to see my underwear and didn't have a problem asking me to take my clothes off so I guess I'm just lucky or my timing is better." I won't go into the details of our negotiations but we finally agreed that I would do as she asked but only for six swats. It was embarrassing to be standing in the woods in my briefs but it was also erotic to be so scantily dressed in front of a pretty girl. I quickly turned and bent over to present my bottom to her. Lest you think I was looking forward to getting a spanking I ought to explain that my main motivation for being in that position was to hide what was growing larger by the second.
The first slap was a bit of a surprise. Don't ever let anyone tell you girls are weak little creatures. She almost knocked me over and it really hurt. As I steeled myself for another five just like it she surprised me again. The second swat was a very light tap and then she followed my technique of gently rubbing the `injured' area. The next two were similar. One very hard one and one playful with a lot of soft stroking. I was in no rush to get number five although the front of my briefs were about to burst not to mention the thing inside. Still I was willing to let her keep her hand on me until one of those two things happened.
Instead, she grabbed my briefs and yanked them to my knees. The hem at the back had no trouble but the elastic in front got caught on a rigid peg which fought a good fight but lost the battle as it was pulled down and then sprang back up after finding its freedom. Before I could react she planted a real stinger on my bare rear end. I started to stand straight but she put her hand on my back to prevent that. It wasn't enough to truly stop me but she also quietly said, "Stay there." For a reason I can't explain, I did. Actually I think the reason was that her other hand was back to its rubbing and I didn't mind that at all. I was lulled into thinking she would be consistent and one more light and playful slap would be a small price to pay for the feel of her hand. Ah, the foolishness of youth.
There was nothing gentle about the final swat. She took her best shot and it really hurt. As I was coming to terms with this unexpected pain she stepped back. In spite of how much her last spank stung it did nothing to diminish the erotic aspects of the occasion so her next command for me to rise was unnecessary for part of me but I straightened my back for a second before reaching down to cover myself and retrieve my underpants which had slid to my ankles. Very softly she said, "No. Let me see it, please."
I turned towards her and put my hands at my sides. My underpants weren't doing me any good wrapped around my ankles so I stepped out of them. As she was gazing on what I assumed was the first live penis in her life I walked towards her. Her eyes never left my crotch as I decided that one of us was way overdressed and unbuttoned her shirt. I finally got to see what a bra filled with marvels looked like as I slid the shirt over her shoulders and down her arms. I held my breath as she reached behind herself and undid the clasp. I was only a few seconds away from getting to see the natural beauty of two wonders of the western world when the moment was lost.
Over the years our parents had developed a system of signals using car horns to call us back and the faint echo of my father's Ford saved us from our passions.
There was an embarrassed silence as we put our clothes on until we were about to leave the grove. I took her hand and genuflected as I said, "Milady has punished her knave in ways she can hardly imagine. I feel it only proper to warn her of the possibility that there may be an insurrection. When next we meet within these castle walls I will lay claim to the throne and you will be subject to my Royal Discipline."
She smiled and asked, "Will you give me the last two swats on my bare rear end like I did to you today?"
I was beginning to understand the various ways a female can smile so I said, "Yes but it won't be for just the last two. Your backside will be unprotected for all six."
She coyly informed me that if she was wearing her swimsuit she would have to expose her breasts in order to bare her bottom.
What had been slowly deflating was resurrected by the images her words spawned. Not wanting to push my luck too far I suggested that when the time came she could go behind the tree to take her suit off and put her outer clothes back on. Of course I really wanted to see her naked but being a gentleman (and a bit of a chicken) I added that I would only take her shorts down after she was bent over for her spanking. I couldn't believe I was actually talking to a girl like that. Here I was telling her I was going to spank her bare bottom as if it was a foregone conclusion and she was doing nothing to show that she had any objections. Well, that's not completely true. She did reject part of my plan as she said, "That's awful sweet of you but it's only fair that I strip completely anyway. If you had the courage to stand in front of me with nothing on I can do the same."
Car horns be damned, I said I would hold her to her promise and asked if she would mind "one for the road".
She looked a little confused until I undid her shorts and she stood still as they slid to her feet. I was standing too close to get a good look at the front of her panties but when I put a hand on her back and she bent over I enjoyed the sight of her rear end encased in thin cotton. I didn't spend long on this pursuit and said, "I'm looking forward to seeing you in just your underwear as well as seeing you nude but we don't have time for that now. One swat and then we've got to go. Pull them down."
A minute ago I amazed myself by the way I was talking to a girl and now I was commanding her to bare her bottom. Oh the wondrous sight that met my eyes. I almost hated to put a mark on the smooth unblemished skin. Almost but not quite. She jumped when I slapped down good and hard. I stepped back to admire the view from a short distance as she pulled her clothes back to where they belonged. Once she was decently covered she turned towards me and said, "When you spank me make them all as hard as that."
She kissed my cheek as I said, "That's a promise."
Unfortunately, there was no time for our new game the next day and since Bernice would be back the following weekend I thought my chances of playing Royal Voyeur and Majestic Spanker were gone. Still, it was a great weekend and although I didn't know it at the time, it was only the first of many that wonderful summer.
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