spankranch

1996, Paris Annette Morreau
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     Chris attempted to turn over in the small cot at the Span K
Ranch Campground where she was a summer counselor, but something
was in the way. She pushed at it in her sleep but it would not
move. She sleepily opened her eyes and saw what appeared to be
one of the girls in her troop. She stared at the bundle until
she was fully awake. It was one of her girls.

"Mindy," she whispered as she gently shook the girl. "Wake
up. What are you doing here?"

     Mindy, twelve years old and at camp for the first time,
opened her eyes. "Oh, Chris, I had a nightmare. It was so
scarry. I didn't want to sleep alone."

     The counselor was sympathetic, but firm. "You have to sleep
in your own cabin. It's against the rules to sleep with me. If
anyone sees you here, we could both be sent home. Come on, I'll
walk you back to your bed."

     After Chris had tucked the girl in, she went back to her own
bed and quickly fell asleep.

     Chris was a recent high school graduate. Since she would
start college in the fall, this was to be her last summer at camp
and she wanted to make every moment count. She organized
activities for the girls in her charge and eagerly joined them.
There was no doubt that she was having just as much fun as they
were, even though some of them got out of hand and she had to get
firm with them. She knew most of the girls from previous
summers. Mindy was new and Chris was sorry that the girl was
having a hard time sleeping away from home. She knew, however,
that in a few days the pre-teen would adjust and not be bothered
by any more bad dreams. Still, the girl had been at camp for a
full week without incident. If she was going to have nightmares,
it seemed to Chris that they would be more likely to occur during
the first few days. It was curious.

     The night following the midnight visit, Chris was again
awakened by a small body bumping into her.

     "Mindy, wake up," Chris said. The young girl opened her
eyes. "I told you that you couldn't sleep here. Why have you
come here again?"

     Rubbing her eyes, Mindy said "I'm sorry. I think someone
put a snake in my bed. I had to get out of there."

     A snake? Chris thought. "Honey, in the ten summers I've
been coming to this camp, I have never seen a snake. I'll walk
you back to your cabin. If you get frightened, you can wake me
up, but you are not to get into bed with me. Do you understand?"
The girl nodded.

     Two nights went by without an extra body in Chris' bed. On
the third night, her slumber was again interrupted by the young
girl. "Mindy," Chris whispered sharply. "What are you doing
here?"

     Hanging her head, the girl replied "I, uh. It was uh. I
thought, mmm. Uh, I couldn't sleep again?"

     Sighing, the counselor said "I have told you that you cannot
sleep with me. I told you it was a violation of the rules. I
told you we could both be sent home because of it. Yet you have
continued to disobey me and the rules. If you come back to my
bed again, between now and the last day of camp, I will take you
to a special, private place in the woods, turn you over my knee
and spank you. Have I made myself clear?" With tears in her
eyes, Mindy nodded her understanding. "Go back to bed," Chris
ordered.

     The night before the last day of camp, Mindy crawled into
bed with her sleeping counselor, giving Chris as much room as she
could. However, when she fell asleep and flopped her arm over
the older girl's chest, Chris awoke with a start.

     "Mindy!" She hissed. "I can't believe you did this," she
said as she shook the girl awake. "Go back to bed this instant.
Tomorrow, after the morning's activities, your bottom has an
appointment with my hand." Mindy scampered out of the cabin and,
for the first time since she had been at camp, actually had
trouble sleeping.

     After the following morning's activities, the campers were
allowed to gather their things together and have some free time
to say their goodbyes. Chris found Mindy packing her belongings.
     "Come with me, Mindy. We're going for a walk in the woods."
The counselor took the young girl's hand and led her away from
the campground towards a trail leading into the forest. About a
half a mile in, the trail narrowed and eventually disappeared at
the edge of a number of scattered boulders. "Now it's time to
climb," Chris said. "I'll lead the way." The counselor and the
naughty pre-teen climbed between the huge rocks, hiking up and
over and stepping down onto lower levels of smaller formations
until they reached a small clearing surrounded by tall trees. In
the middle was a long, low flat rock.

     "Right this way," Chris instructed. Mindy followed meekly
on slightly trembling legs.

     Chris sat down on the rock, the pre-teen standing beside
her. "I told you, I warned you, not to come to my bed," Chris
scolded, "but you refused to obey me. I promised you a spanking
for your continued disobedience and still you sneaked into my
bed, daring me, actually asking me, to discipline you. Well, now
you're going to get exactly what you want."

     Mindy's eyes were wide with fear, her mouth dry, her body
trembling as Chris unbuttoned the girl's shorts, pulled the
zipper down and lowered the garment to the ground. She took hold
of the camper's left arm and drew her down across her knees.
Mindy's heart was in her mouth. She had wanted to be close to
Chris, but this was not what she had in mind. She could feel her
counselor's thighs under her, strong but yielding.

     Chris held the girl firmly around her waist with her left
arm and tugged at the girl's panties with the other. She pulled
the panties down past the girl's bottom and continued sliding
them down her thighs to her knees. Mindy was tan from all of her
activities in the sun. All except her bottom. It was two plump
rounds of supple, milky white flesh surrounded by golden brown
skin. A true cottontail that almost made Chris forget her anger
and laugh.

     Mindy did not feel like laughing. She gasped when the warm
breeze touched her bare skin and jumped at the sudden exposure of
her bottom and anxiously awaited the first slap.

     Chris got herself under control, raised her hand and brought
it down onto the full white target bottom with a resounding
smack, causing the chubs to dance.

     "Ow!" Mindy squeaked. Both of her parents had spanked her
from time to time, so she was not unused to the position she was
in or having her bottom bared. But it was Chris whose hand she
felt stinging her bottom and there was a tickle to it that was
never there when her Mom or Dad spanked her.

     Chris held the girl's small waist firmly and slapped her
hand down onto the chubs again. She watched them spring back and
blush each time she struck the pudgy moons. She smacked the pre-
teen's bottom several more times at its roundest part, each
strike quick and hard. The creamy white bottom was already deeply
pink.

     "Ow! Oh! Ow!" Mindy choked.

     "I'm going to give you a good, hard spanking, Mindy," Chris
warned. "I told you three separate times not to come into my bed
and I promised you that you'd get spanked if you disobeyed me
again. Well, now you know I keep my word. I'm going to tan your
bottom to match the rest of your body."

     SPANK!

     Chris landed each of the next few spanks harder than the
others and took longer between each swat. She turned her body
with each spank to gain more leverage and put her weight into the
blows.

     "Owww!" the pre-teen shrieked. "Owww!"

     Her sassy cheeks bounced as they colored a deeper shade of
rose.

     SPANK!

     "Oww! Please stop!

       SLAP!

     "Owww! Your hurting me!"

      SWAT!

     "Ooooh! I'm sorry! Owww! It hurrrrts!" Mindy cried.

     The smarting spanks continued, harder still, as the dimpled
darlings jumped and shaded to red, Mindy's wailing echoing in the
woods.

     "No one can hear you, Mindy, and I'm going to keep spanking
you no matter how loudly you yell. You deserve a spanking for
each time you crawled into my bed after I told you not to and a
spanking for each lie you told me," Chris scolded as she spanked
tirelessly.

     "You never had a nightmare, did you?" Chris asked, spanking
the red dome that was Mindy's bottom. "Did you?"

     "No. Owww!"

     SPANK!

     "Why did you lie to me?" Chris asked, slapping one cheek
over and over.

     "I wanted to be close to you." Owww! Mindy cried. "Like
friends who have sleep overs. Owwww!"

     Chris switched to Mindy's other cheek and rained down sharp,
hearty spanks.

     "I told you we couldn't sleep in the same cot. The camp has
rules about that and I told you that we both had to obey." Chris
was not unsympathetic as she spanked the girls firm bottom, but
experience had taught her long ago that letting one of the girls
believe she was getting away with something would cause bigger
problems later. Better to be firm from the beginning and nip it
in the bud.

     SPANK!

     "Owww! I'm sorrryyy." Mindy cried. Being spanked in just
one spot like that caused a fire to ignite and burn in that one
small area. She tried to wiggle her bottom away from Chris'
strong hand and she kicked her legs.

     SPANK!

     "Owww! Please stoooopp!"

     Chris moved her had back to the middle of Mindy's scarlet
bottom and spanked her directly over the division of her plump
buns. This was exactly the kind of spanking her mother had given
her countless times. Her father gave her ten spanks on the
middle of her bottom and he was finished. But those ten spanks
had felt like he had used a whip. Sharp, cracking, burning
spanks so awful to hear and feel that she actually learned how to
behave in his presence nearly all of the time and only took
chances with her mother. Her mother was a good spanker and could
spread an even burn over the entire surface of Chris' bottom, but
it was nothing like the expert spanking her father could deliver.
Chris did not spank Mindy the way her father had spanked her for
two reasons. First, she didn't think she or anyone else could
spank that hard and, two, once she actually started to spank
Mindy, she didn't want it to be over in just ten smacks. Being
in the position of spanker made her feel powerful and parental.
No wonder her parents' chosen method of discipline was spanking.

     "Do your mommy and daddy spank you, Mindy, when you're
naughty?" Chris asked, spanking her way up Mindy's bottom.

     "Owww! Yeeeessss! But I'm hardly ever baaaad! Owww!
Pleeeeasssse noooo mooooore!" Mindy begged.

     "Yes, I think a few more." Chris spanked her way down
Mindy's bottom to the tops of her thighs, landing stinging bites
to that tender place.

     "Uhhhh!" Mindy shrieked, wiggling and kicking.

     Chris had never paid any particular attention to the bottoms
of other girls but, after this experience, thought she might.
The crimson chubs pouting up at her seemed made to order for the
spanking method of discipline and she wondered if that was the
case with all girls. She knew when she got home she was going to
take a close look at her bottom to determine its suitability for
spanking. She was sure no one knew that her mother still spanked
her and, when she was careless, her father gave her bottom his
famous 10-smack nuclear explosion. She wondered if her bottom
just looked like it was asking for it.

     "Ow! It's burning! It's burning! It's burning!
StopStopStop!"

      "Have (spank) you (spank) learned (spank) your (spank)
lesson
(spank), Mindy?" (spank).

     "Yes! Yes! I'll be good! I promise. I'll always obey
you. The young girl cried.

     "Good. Chris said satisfied, having brought down the last
hearty spank. That's what I wanted to hear." She lifted the pre-
teen off of her lap and helped her to stand. She bent forward
and pulled up the girl's panties. She then pulled up the girl's
shorts, which Mindy buttoned and zipped. Chris sat the girl down
on her lap and wrapped her arms around her, holding her.

     "I cannot allow my girls to disobey the rules without facing
the consequences. You know you deserved that spanking. I'm sure
you also know that I won't hesitate to spank you again If you
deserve it." Mindy hung her head in shame.

     "You're right, Chris, I asked for it and I did deserve it.
I'm sorry I was bad. I just wanted to be close to you," the
young girl said, tears running down her face.

     Chris empathized with the pre-teen. After all, she had had
a crush on her camp counselor, too.

     "Honey, even though you are not allowed to sleep with me
here at camp, you are welcome to come to my house when the
camping season is over. I have a little sister your age I'm sure
you'll like and you can spend the weekend with us. The three of
us can do all kinds of things together. Would you like that?"

     Mindy looked up at the counselor, smiling widely. "Oh, yes!
Yes, Chris, I would like that very much."

     The counselor hugged the girl. "Let's get back to camp.
You have to finish packing before your parents get here."

     Mindy's parents arrived at camp and loaded her belongings
into the trunk of the car. When they were on the way home, her
mother turned to her daughter.

     "I know you were a little apprehensive about going to camp
for the first time, Honey. How did it turn out? Did you have a
good time? "

     "Mom, I had so much fun! I liked everything about it. It
was thrilling. And she sat back on her still-stinging bottom and
thought about the weekend she would spend with Chris. And her
sister.