Pompous Cheer To Sore Rear
Pompous Cheer to Sore Rear
By Maelstrom
The relentless July sun beat down upon the team of girls as they completed yet another cycle of jumping jacks. I could see the sweat beading up upon their arms, legs, and brow but they dared not stop. They should feel lucky that I allowed them to wear their blue and gold cheer shorts and crop tops, instead of sweats again. It was going to be an interesting year at the Lakeside Cheer Camp.
Emily stood facing a tree beside me with her shorts and panties at her ankles, her freshly switched behind and thighs on display for the other girls to see. She was to be an example of what happens to girls on my squad that stop their routine before being told. It was not uncommon for such forms of discipline to be used at Lakeside Cheer Camp, but it was uncommon for it to be used upon the older campers. Typically this form of discipline was reserved for the younger campers on the 13 and younger half of the camp.
I reclined back sipping ice tea with a lemon twist, in the shade under the canopy of a tree cluster. As their summer camp coach it was my job to turn these young feeble high school girls into the athletic women that some already envisioned themselves as. I had just graduated last month from the same school as some of these girls. I was the head cheerleader at the school and I knew then that many did not like the way I pushed them to do better. Now in my new established authoritarian role I was determined to make even more of an impact. I would make them as talented a cheerleader as I was and impress the rest of the camp staff. It didn’t matter if these girls hated me. After all, I'm doing them a favor.
With the switch still in hand I delivered another stinging swat across Emily’s sit spot and then slouched a bit more in my lawn chair. I enjoyed the “swish” sound that the skinny stick made as it trailed through the air to meet with her taunt buttocks and her meek yelp as it made contact. She would thank me for this later, I was sure of it. Even if not, she would never cross me again.
I wore the standard camp coach uniform. A plain blue T-shirt with “COACH” written on the back in bold lettering and khaki shorts. Petite as I am, even this extra small size felt uncomfortably loose on me. I had to tuck in the shirt and wear a belt so that I didn't feel so small in this uniform. None the less being self conscious as ever about my small stature I wore a C-cup bra over my A-cup breasts and stuffed it to size to help compensate. It’s not like anyone would ever find out.
It was my first time being a coach at this camp and I had not yet met any of the other staff members. They may disapprove of me disciplining the older campers the same as the children, but I didn’t care. All campers had to have a signed release form to attend camp that granted camp leaders this right. It wasn’t my fault if the others chose not to exercise their full authority. In any case, my results would show for themselves or so I thought.
I blew the whistle that hung around my neck. “OK everyone, take a ten minute break and get some water!” I yelled. I relaxed and watched them converse and greedily guzzle water from the nearby fountain. I overheard a few whispers that were no doubt about how much they would like to have had a different coach for the summer.
My attention turned back to Emily. “Emily, pull your shorts back up and join them.” She turned around quickly with a sudden streak of defiance. Until then I thought that I had already won this battle of wills.
“Fuck you Sarah!!” she screamed at me. “You’re nothing but a pompous bitch that gets off on humiliating others. I’ll get you back for this.”
Her reaction caught me by surprise. I exploded in laughter, loud enough that the girls at the fountain turned to see what was going on. Just because I knew this girl in high school she thinks she's got some kind of ace up her sleeve. I thought perhaps she could use another lesson to take her down a peg or two. I pulled out my clipboard and wrote out what her punishment was to be. There were forms for this sort of thing that I borrowed from the junior side of the camp. I thought it would add to her punishment. This form orders “the child” to report to Ms. Henson, one of the coaches on the junior side of the camp. She was likely to find herself waiting amongst junior campers who had received the same form. The mere thought of it brought a smile to my face.
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Order to report to Ms. Julie Henson for discipline
The Reason: ___Due to her extreme misconduct, disrespect to camp leadership, and a very foul mouth!! _
Name of the Child: Emily Sutton _
Please fill out the recommendations section below. Please note that the severity of punishment remains the discretion of the Disciplinarian.
State of dress for the punishment
[ ] Clothed [ ] Pantied [X] Bare Bottom
Implement(s) to be used during the punishment (Select all that apply)
[X] Hand [ ] Switch [X]Paddle [ ] Cane [ ]Strap
Additional punishment to be carried out during the spanking (Select all that apply)
[ ]Enema [X]Mouth Soap [ ]Ginger Figging [ ]Thigh Spanking
Duration of corner-time
[ ] None [ ] 15 minutes [X] 30 minutes [ ] 1 hour
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The chastised camper must return with a signature on this form and with a sealed envelope containing a set of photos that document the punishment for legal purposes.
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When I had finished listing my punishment recommendations I pulled the sheet from the clipboard and handed it to her. I could visibly see her jaw drop as she read it and I watched bemused when she balled her fists in frustration and anger. “This is to be carried out when we return to the cabin. Keep it with you for now as a reminder and if you destroy it, I could always write a new one with some different recommendations.” Without even waiting for her response I turned to the other girls and blew the whistle.
“Girls, we will run around the campsite nature trail. I expect all of you to continue jogging until I say to stop or Emily’s tanned hide will look pale in comparison to your own. Anyone and I mean anyone, who stops will be marched back to the cabin buck naked with a switch to the backside for encouragement .”
“Now go!” I screamed while running ahead in front of them. I’ll show them what it means to be athletic. I heard all of them groan loudly but none dared to protest. I smiled inwardly feeling that using Emily as my example had worked perfectly. They all kept up a steady jog behind me. We ran the trail for over an hour before turning around to jog the opposite way towards the cabins. No one risked stopping, even for a moment, so I figured that I would run even faster. In my haste to be the example for them to follow, my right foot slid under a tree root that protruded from the trail. I tumbled forward and down a small hill, into a ditch. To my embarrassment that ditch was filled with mud and I landed, belly first, in the middle of it with a loud splat. The girls gathered around laughing. I tried to stand up but sunk deeper into the mud. Attempting to step forward set me off balance again. This time I fell backwards landing square on my butt. I felt awkward as the deep, thick mud poured into the leg openings of my shorts and sloshed its way into the crevices of my neither regions.
Carefully I climbed out of the pit. I was much too humiliated to even respond to their laughter. Emily stepped out from the others with a smirk on her face. “You stopped.” She plainly stated. “You said that ANYONE who stopped would return to camp naked with a switch to their backside.” I stared at her trying to determine if she was being serious. “How are we supposed to respect you as a leader if you don’t adhere to your own rules?” She chided. The other girls circled me voicing their agreement.
I considered my situation carefully for a moment. My clothes were caked in mud anyway and walking back to camp naked shouldn’t really be any different from being in the public camp showers in the morning. The part about the switch hadn't really crossed my mind at the time. “Fine. “ I replied, confidently. “I am a woman of my word.” I slowly tugged down my khaki shorts and thong panties. This motion spread the mud further down my legs. I was covered in mud from my toes to above my waist, the mud had clearly seeped into my butt crack and coated my vagina. The triangle patch of fiery red pubic hair which I normally kept well groomed was not even visible. Covered as I was, my pubic patch was matted down and caked enough that it appeared as if I had no hair at all there. I felt my face flush red with this realization. I would never have considered shaving my bush; I look way too young without my adult clothing as it is. My shirt followed, revealing more of my pale white skin, and it was only at that point that I realized they would surely notice my stuffed bra. I immediately clasped my arms over my chest. “OK, fine. Let’s go.” I said, trying to pass it off.
As I turned my back, one of the girls quickly unclasped the bra and in one swift tug it was gone. Stuffed tissue paper molded into the form of breasts fell to the ground. I felt as if my entire body blushed into a pink hue. The molded tissue paper invoked another fit of uproarious laughter from the girls. “Geez Sarah, I thought you looked a little too well endowed for your size. “ Brittany teased. “You know it’s funny...naked you look more like a 12 year old than a grown woman. Are you sure you are old enough to be our coach?” They reveled in my shame. I felt as if all of my authority had been stripped away with my clothing. Brittany snapped a fresh stick off of a nearby white birch tree and stripped it of its leaves. I heard it swish through the air but was still caught by surprise as it rudely made first contact with my now unprotected bottom. I lept up in surprise. “Now march!” Brittany commanded, with my stolen authority. Fearing the sting of the switch I obeyed. Emily scooped up all of my clothing and my clipboard, carrying it with her.
SWACK! I jumped up again from the sting, as Brittany continued to order me around. “You call that marching? Pickup your feet higher little girl!” Now in a literal march the girls began to chant “March-2-3-4” SWACK! “March-2-3-4” SWACK! “March-2-3-4” SWACK! “March-2-3-4” SWACK! It was a very long and painful walk back. The mid-day sun baked the mud upon my skin until it hardened. By the time the camp cabins were in sight my behind felt like it was swollen to twice its normal size in switch welts.
I began to panic when we approached. There was another coach up ahead with her squad. How would I explain this to her? Brittany threw the switch into the woods. Unknown to me at the time, Emily hid behind some bushes with my clothing.
The other coach took notice of the approaching group of campers with a filthy looking younger looking girl in the lead. She did not look pleased. “What exactly is going on here?!” She sternly demanded. “I am Ms. Simmons. Where is your camp coach and why does this filthy little child walking around in the nude?” She spoke to the other girls as if I wasn't there.
“I…I..can explain…” I stammered, not quite sure what to say.
Emily jogged out from behind the bushes. I was shocked to see her wearing my camp coach uniform, muddy as it was, and carrying my clipboard as if in control of the situation. She quickly interrupted, “Good afternoon, I’m the new coach.” She said while reaching out to shake Ms. Simmons hand. “My squad and I were hiking and saw this young girl streak by in the forest. When we tried to talk to her she began throwing rocks at us. I chased after her and during the run she fell in the mud. I had to jump in after her to pull her out” She paused for a minute and glanced over at me with a smug wink and smile as if daring me get out of this lie.
“That’s not true, I….” I quickly tried to expose the lie but my mind went blank with fear.
Emily interrupted again before I could compose myself. “When we caught her she was carrying this. I think it explains a lot.” Emily pulled out the punishment order that I had written for HER earlier that day. When I tried to argue the coach shushed me like an interruptive child while she read the letter that Emily had handed her.
“I see.” Ms. Simmons finally responded. I felt her stern glare again on my nude form. I felt very vulnerable at that moment. “So Sarah...” she began as if reading it off of the paper. Why did I use a pencil? Emily must have changed the name to mine. “Instead of reporting for, your apparently well deserved punishment, I suppose you thought you would run away to the big girls’ side of the camp. Judging from your lack of clothing, you must have run away during the punishment. What were you thinking? How old are you anyway? Thirteen?” she lectured.
“Miss…it’s not true. I’m the camp coach and that punishment order was for her.” I pointed at Emily as I said it. “You gotta believe me.” At the time I had not realized how much this made me look just like child pleading not to be punished. Though it was at that moment that I realized all of my identification had been in my shorts. “Look in her pockets!”
“Hahaha...,” she laughed, “Surely you don’t expect me to believe that you’re old enough to be a coach. Nice story and I'll give you credit for creativity young lady but obviously you are lying in an attempt to get out of your spanking. In fact you look to be even younger than thirteen? I’m guessing twelve, but it doesn’t matter. Obviously, you ARE a little girl in need of a well deserved spanking and I might just take it upon myself to see that you get it without delay if you would like to continue with this game.”
Emily suggested that she could escort me to the shower to get cleaned up and Brittany followed. As soon as we were away from the others Emily spoke up. “I hope you enjoy receiving every last smack of that punishment which you so lovingly wrote out for me. I know I'm going to enjoy watching you squirm over someone's lap like the little girl everyone believes you to be. You'll look so cute with your little bottom painted a nice fiery shade of red to match your hair, pleading that you will be a good girl.” I couldn’t believe this was happening, no one would believe that I was the new camp coach now.
After whispering back and forth for a minute Brittany ran off only to return a bit later with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She swung it down onto a nearby shower bench and unzipped it. The first item she pulled out of it was a bottle of body soap and then two scrub brushes. Each girl with a brush in hand began roughly rubbing the mud away while I was forced to stand under the cold water. They were rubbing very hard and by no means were delicate with my more sensitive regions. By the time they were finished my skin had been rubbed pink all over. I was clean again and looking down I thought I saw a way out of this. The triangle patch of pubic hair that I always kept well groomed was visible again. Emily took notice of what I was staring at and correctly guessed what I was thinking.
Brittany rubbed my face with a washcloth and while I was distracted Emily roughly pressed her hand right over my feminine mound. I felt a warm sensation and before I could comprehend what was happening, she had just firmly pressed a very wide wax strip over my crotch and then another in my butt crack. In a sudden motion she tore them both off, taking all of my pubic hair with it. The sudden burst of pain caused me to lose control and to my dismay pee began to dribble down my thighs.
Emily and Brittany were loving every moment of it. “You know Sarah? You truly are stuck as junior camper for the summer. No one will believe you are an adult.“ Emily added while trying to stifle her giggling. “I can barely believe it myself the way you just peed yourself. I think it’s going to be a long summer for you here, but we’re going to enjoy it.” I had nothing to say to her. There had to be a way out and I would find it. “Brittany was kind enough to fetch some clothes for you.”
She pulled a cheerleader outfit from the bag. This one was blue and white with a overly cute panda bear cub embroidered on the chest. “My little sister put this in my bag by mistake. She is in the Little Panda’s Squad on the other side of the camp. It looks like it will fit you perfectly.” As she held the panties open for me I reluctantly stepped into them and then she pulled them up. They felt at least one size too small. The thick cotton material pulled taunt around my behind forcing my butt cheeks tightly together and slightly lifting them upward. On the seat of the panties was a pattern of bear cub paw prints. I felt ridiculous.
“I don’t know why you think you need a bra at all but we found one for you.” She held up a training bra which only served to flatten my chest even more. Next was the blouse and skirt. The skirt was very short, reaching just barely below my embarrassing panties. “Sit down.” Emily commanded motioning to the bench. She began putting socks on my feet while Brittany moved behind me and started messing with my hair. The socks were white ankle socks that were Lacey around the edges. If it were possible at this point I felt even more like a child allowing them dress me like this.
“When I get out of this you are both going to be in a lot of trouble.” I spat out with as much venom as I could muster. “I may be small in stature but the other coaches will have to believe me when we meet close up.” My words dropped to the floor meekly.
“Sarah, you keep telling yourself that. Make sure you repeat “I am not a little girl” over and over to yourself while you are bent over someone’s lap tomorrow getting your butt smacked and declaring that you will be a good girl. Face it, you are stuck being twelve for the rest of the summer and if you now have any doubts about that just look at yourself in the mirror.”
Brittany had just finished with my hair and Emily had finished placing some black tennis shoes on my feet. I got up and walked over to the mirror. My hair was in pigtails and she had tied them up with blue and white pompom strands woven in with the tails. My pale white legs were all but completely showing and if I bent over just a little, my childish panties would be exposed. It felt as if some kid were staring back at me from the other side of that mirror. Defiantly, I reached up to take this stuff out of my hair but Brittany violently slapped my hand out of the way.
“Come on Sarah it’s getting late as it is now. Let’s not keep Ms Simmons waiting.” I was shoved forward. It was embarrassing that these two girls were almost my age and yet towered over me. They marched me out of the shower lodge like a prisoner. The other girls had started a campfire and everyone was sitting around it. It was late evening but not yet dark outside. I heard them all laughing and telling stories until someone caught sight of me. The sudden silence was uncomfortable. Ms. Simmons stood up and beckoned me to come to her.
“Thank you for helping me Emily. I see you got Sarah cleaned up and found some clothing in her size.” said Ms. Simmons. Then she turned to me. “Sarah, it is too late to send you back over to the junior camp tonight. However, I would hate to see you not get the disciple that you deserve. You can take this punishment form to Ms. Henson tomorrow. I’m sure coach Emily will be happy to escort you there. She will see to it that you actually make it there this time.”
It was now or never, I thought. “Ms. Simmons, really you must believe me. I AM the new camp coach. I wrote that punishment note but for Emily. She is the child not me.” I balled my fists at my sides remembering how she had deceived me. This was it. Ms. Simmons sat back down on the log next to the fire nodding her head in thought.
“Your story is absurd and I've warned you not to persist with this.” Ms. Simmons began. Already I felt the hope drain out of me. “You show up nude, covered in mud, and with a punishment note that has your name on it. All of these girls agree that you threw rocks at them and that Emily is their coach. Do you really expect me to believe ANY of this? After all this is the senior side of the camp, we don’t write punishment notes for the campers here. Honey, just accept that you have been caught and that you WILL be punished. If you insist upon making up stories your situation CAN and WILL get worse.”
With my final hope dashed my frustration turned into blind rage. These girls had set me up and humiliated me. There was no way that they were going to get away with this. I saw red as I sprinted toward Emily and roughly tackled her to the ground. I grabbed her hair and pulled and then swung back to smack her in the face. Before I could follow through with the swing someone had grabbed my wrist. Then I felt a hand grasp my right ear and pull me up to my feet. I was disoriented and before I could get my bearings I was flopped over Ms. Simmons’s lap. I distinctly remember staring at my own dangling legs with my head down and my rear presented to Ms Simmons.
Ms. Simmons flipped up my short skirt and brought her had down full force on my pantied rear. It felt like someone had stuck a firecracker in my panties. My first instinct was to get up and run. Before I could make another move Ms. Simmons had locked her leg in between my legs, tightly over my thigh. I could not move. I remembered the paw print panties that I had been made to wear and blushed to think of how I must look now. All of the girls that were telling stories were now sitting around the fire watching the scene unfold. Even with my legs spread a bit in this position, the panties held my butt cheeks tightly together and the taunt material pushed them up. It was as if the panties were forcing me to present both of my butt cheeks to her in a tight little package. Her next smack exploded right in the middle, soundly smacking across both cheeks at once.
She concentrated the next dozen swats on that same area before moving down. Next her hand crashed down right on my sit spot where the mounds of my bottom meet the thighs. I could imagine my bottom turning a pink under my panties. Between the stinging and my frustration with feeling helpless I was already struggling to hold back tears. I didn’t even realize it when she had unpinned my leg and in one quick motion yanked down my panda paw panties. She never slowed her pace.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I don’t know who you think you are running away, throwing rocks at people, lying with your wild tales, and then outright attacking someone. No ma’am, I going to put you in your place right now young lady.” It was only then that I felt a cool breeze on my privates. The other campers were all gathered around watching my bottom roast under her smacks in the light of the fire. I realized that I was kicking wildly but I could not stop. No doubt those sitting behind me were treated to a full view.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Her smacks were now unpredictable but it was obvious that she wanted to make sure that every inch of my bum felt the sting. I felt like the damn holding back my tears had shattered. I was crying uncontrollably with my legs still flailing. I had never been so humiliated. “Well Sarah, are you ready to tell the truth and admit that you were just trying to run away from your spanking?”
“You can’t do this you old hag. I’m too old for a spanking.” I shouted at her still defiant of my fate. In response she swatted harder, aiming every smack in the same spot.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OK, I’ll ask again and if you still insist on lying to me, I’ll add another item to this punishment form. Perhaps you would like to have an enema with your punishment tomorrow.” I winced in pain as my bottom felt more and more tenderized.
“I’ll get you for this bitch and the others.” My words were broken up between uncontrollable sobs.
“Such a mouth on this child. Suit yourself; you’ve just added thigh spanking to your punishment tomorrow. I strongly suggest you admit the truth.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I felt helpless. What choice did I have? Maybe I could find a way out of this tomorrow. Perhaps Ms. Henson will realize that there had been a mistake. “OK….OK” I began. Ms. Simmons stood me up. I had to concentrate not to fall as my legs wobbled. “I tried to run away because I didn’t want to be punished.”
“How old are you?” she questioned.
“Eighteen.” SMACK! “Sixteen.” SMACK! “OK…OK, I’m twelve.” I’d say anything to get her to stop this.
“Good, one more thing. I want you to stand up and apologize to Emily for being disrespectful. If it doesn't sound sincere enough I'm sure Heather would be willing to take you over HER knees for round two.”
I swallowed hard, thinking of how I would never forget how I felt at this moment. “I am sorry for disrespecting you Emily.” I somehow managed to choke out through the tears. I then reached down to pull up my panties but Ms. Simmons smacked my hand.
“No, you will leave them where they are for now and go stand with your nose pressed against that tree over there. I want you to think about your repeat lesson tomorrow when you report to Ms. Henson.” She tucked my skirt into my waistband and sent me off with another stinging smack to my already sore bottom. I had to take small steps, hobbled by the panties at my ankles. The campers chuckled as I pushed my way through them and out of the campfire circle. Emily was looking very pleased with herself.
I had to spend the rest of the daylight with my freshly spanked bottom on display. The girls sat around the campfire telling stories. Occasionally they would glance over at me, whisper to each other, and then loudly giggle amongst themselves. Emily had weaved this lie and played me as her puppet. I felt nothing but anger about having to report to Ms. Henson tomorrow. Damn it, I had written that punishment order and not for myself. Now here I was, panties dropped, and reddened bottom sticking out, sniffling with my nose against a tree.
After an hour Ms. Simmons came up from behind me. “Pull up your panties and follow Brittany. She will babysit you for tonight.” When I turned around I couldn’t help but notice the smile on Brittany’s face. “You better behave yourself.” she warned.
I had no choice. I pulled up my panties and followed Brittany as I was told with my head hung low in shame. Ms. Simmons walked off the other way to her own personal cabin. I was led to the very cabin that I was supposed to have been left in charge of this summer. Brittany opened the screen door and held it open for me. She first glanced around to make sure that Ms. Simmons was nowhere around. Then in her best announcer voice she called out to the other girls. “Ladies, may I present your once fearless leader, who has been your entertainment for the night. You may now know her as princess red butt. “, she finished with a girlish chuckle. I felt my face flush in humiliation.
I didn’t want to look at them. As I walked inside the musty building Brittany nudged me ahead pointing at a bed on the other side of the cabin. I felt like a captive walking to my cell. The girls laughed the entire time. Halfway through someone lifted up my skirt to expose my reddened bottom. When I finally made it to the bed I saw some clothing folded in the middle of it. Brittany ordered me to get into my pajamas, motioning to the folded clothing.
I held up the item before me, it was a child’s footy sleeper with a drop-down seat. Where on earth did they even find this I wondered? I hoped that it wouldn’t fit. The girls watched with great amusement as I stripped down. Once done, Brittany handed me a pull up. “I’m not wearing this.”
“You will, unless you would like to have soapy enema before bed. Then afterward we will force you to wear it anyway.” Brittany ordered.
Already having felt defeated, I slipped them on. The words “Little Devil” emblazoned across the back in hot pink lettering that cradled a diapered, sleeping, cartoon devil. I tried not to dwell on it because I wanted to hurry and get dressed after being exposed most of the evening. To my dismay the pajamas fit perfectly. I quickly zipped them up.
“We borrowed some clothes for you from the junior side of camp during your corner-time. I have to say that you look more adorable that I thought you would in that.”, Brittany cooed. She then clapped her hands together and pointed at the bed and like a good little girl I crawled up into it. I didn’t want to give her any reason to make this experience any worse for me. With that, she tucked a teddy bear under my arm and then turned out the lights.
It was peaceful that night and I allowed myself to drift off into a deep sleep. I dreamed of receiving another trophy for a cheer-leading competition. By the time morning came I had forgotten all about my present situation. The first thing I heard was Emily whispering my ear. “Wake up sweetie. It’s time for another fun filled day.” Immediately, last night’s bad memories came crashing back to the forefront of my mind.
I was made to dress up again in the Panda Cub uniform. Emily said that they had burned all of my adult clothes last night, including my identification. Once again she put my hair up in pigtails with pompom tassels. We began the day as is usual, by walking down to the mess hall for breakfast. I was made to sit with the little kids. I spoke to no one.
After breakfast Ms. Simmons tapped me on the shoulder with Emily in tow. She handed me the punishment form that I had written yesterday and everyone at the breakfast table turned to look. The younger kids recognized that form immediately. “Looks like this is the last time you will be sitting down comfortably for awhile”, the young girl next to me teased. Ms Simmons yanked me onto my feet.
“I hope you learn some respect for others today. Coach Emily is here to escort you.” Ms. Simmons sternly urged. Emily marched me out of the mess hall in front of her. She nudged me toward the trail leading to the junior side of the camp. A short while along the trail Brittany popped out from behind a tree in an attempt to scare me. I jumped backward screaming, startled such that I felt a warm spot dampen my panties.
“Did you miss me?” she asked, sarcastically. “I wouldn’t have missed this show for anything.”
“You know, you can’t get away with this all summer.” I responded trying to regain my composure, not wanting to let on that I had just dribbled in my underwear like a child.
“Sure I can. You’ll be spending all of your time with the Panda squad but I’ll stop by to check in from time to time.”
The walk was long, but not long enough. I had plenty of time to think of the humiliation in store for me. I slowly trudged up the stairs to Ms. Henson’s lodge. I reluctantly opened the door and Brittany followed close behind.
The room resembled a doctor’s office with chairs lining the walls. It smelled of old leather. At the moment the room was empty and silent. “Ms. Henson…I have a customer for you.” Emily’s voice easily carried throughout the lodge. After some shuffling Ms. Henson peered down the hallway. She looked only slightly older than my real age. Seeing the all too familiar punishment form, she quickly snatched it up and studied it. While Emily spoke to her. “I’m coach Emily, Sarah here was given this yesterday but we caught her trying to run away through the senior side of the camp. She threw rocks at us. I wanted to ensure that she made it here this time.”
“Of course, you can wait out here while I tend to her.” Ms Henson responded.
“No, Ms. Henson this is all a big lie..,” I began. “I’m a coach here not a child.” She glared at me in disapproval. I sensed that I better be silent.
“If you would like to increase your punishment, please do go on making up stories.” She said. Emily told her that I tried that bit on them, chuckling and smiling at me during the explanation, as if it were the most ridiculous thing she had heard. Ms. Henson grabbed me by the ear and pulled me back into the hallway towards one of the rooms. “How old is she dear?” Ms. Henson asked as if I wasn’t present to answer.
“Twelve.”
“Ms. Henson please do give her rump a good roasting for me. She nearly hit me in the head with one of those rocks.” Brittany called out.
“Don’t worry, she will be out to apologize shortly. Coach Emily, if you don’t mind I could use a hand in here with her.”
“Sure Ms. Henson, I’d be glad to help.”
I was led into a room down the hallway. There was desk in the corner, a hard back chair in the middle ,and a few storage closets along the wall. The walls were filled with photos. Each photo on the left side showed a crying face and on the right side displayed a reddened bottom that went with the face. Each had their name, age, and crime listed above the photo. Ms. Henson wheeled something from the corner to the center of the room. It looked very much like a photography backdrop except that there was a circular hole in the center, a little more than waist high. She began to write on a dry erase portion of the backdrop and using the form for reference wrote out punishment the punishment reason. Above the hole in the center she wrote in bold lettering “Sarah Gilmore”, “AGE 12”, the words that she wrote directly below that made me cringe, “Before Spanking”.
Looking again at the wall photos, I knew exactly what this was for. I imagined seeing my tear streaked face and reddened bare-bottom hung on the wall for years to come with the rest of these girls. There was no way I could let that happen, the humiliation of having a photo my bottom on display after having been punished like a child. Emily nodded at me knowingly. In a panic I bolted toward the hallway but Emily reached out and grabbed my arm. “You’re not running away this time.” She teased.
At Ms. Henson’s direction she pulled me over toward the backdrop and then they both forced me to bend over and stick my upper body through the hole. I couldn’t see what they were doing but I felt my skirt being moved around. Unknown to me at the time they were pinning my skirt up to the back drop. Then I felt my panties being tugged down. There were a couple flashes and then my panties were pulled back up and I was pulled out of the hole. Ms. Henson handed Emily a camera. “We have to document this and add it to her file for legal purposes. I need you to take various snapshots during the punishment. Make sure we have plenty of photos for the file.” Ms Henson instructed. I felt the urge to run again but now Ms. Henson had a tight grasp on my wrist as she pulled me toward the hardback chair.
“First we will deal with that smart mouth of yours young lady. Emily please hand me a fresh bar of soap from the closet of there.“ Emily was quick to do as she asked. In frustration at feeling helpless I began to protest.
“I’m too old to be spanked. I’m not a camper, I'm a coach.” She stared at me in a patronizing manner. I could tell she wasn’t even considering my words. Out of frustration and not realizing at the time how childish it made me look I stamped my feet as I continued to plead with her. “Ms. Henson you gotta believe me. I’m …...” I wasn't expecting Emily to shove a bar of soap into my mouth at that very moment. My teeth slid along the top and bottom of the soap. shaving off some of it off onto my unsuspecting tongue. The taste was awful but Emily held it in place for moment.
“I advise you to keep that in during your spanking.” If it drops out at any point I’ll add 5 to your paddle swats.” Ms. Henson warned. Emily let go and quickly snapped a photo of my surprised, disgusted face.
Ms. Henson sat down and then pulled me over her knee in one swift motion. She pulled my skirt up and I saw another camera flash. Her hand crashed down upon both of my taunt mounds at full force. I wanted to scream but all that came out was a muffled grunt through the soap. The second smack was lower and at the top of my left thigh. I had to consciously bite down upon the soap to avoid spitting it out. The panties offered little comfort and in only a few smacks my legs were kicking about. Emily circled around snapping photos of my pantied bottom. Because of my muffled grunts and a concentrated task of keep the soap in, the soap bar began to lather around my lips. Emily got a few facial close-ups.
SMACK!! SMACK!! “You are not leaving today”, SMACK “Until I am sure that you have learned your lesson. SMACK! SMACK! “You should thank Emily for caring enough make sure that you learn to follow the camp rules and respect the coaches.” SMACK !!
Ms. Henson stopped for a minute and I hoped that it was over. I saw the camera flash a couple more times as I felt finger under the waistband of my panties. “mmNOph” I protested almost losing the soap. I managed to reach back and hold my panties tight. Ms Henson responded by painting 4 fresh red hand prints down my thighs and when I let go she grabbed my hand and held it firmly behind my back. Emily made sure to get some close up shots of my naked pink bottom as my paw print panties were slowly dragged down to my ankles.
Ms. Henson resumed spanking with a renewed vigor. The sounds of each smack across my now bare flesh reverberated from each corner of the room. Alternating between my left and right butt cheeks and then spanking my thighs from my sit spot down to the backs of my knees. I could not help but flail my legs about, involuntary trying to avoid the smacks. This only gave her easy access to smack my inner thighs and she did so in rapid succession. All the while I couldn’t help but think about how exposed I must be to the camera lens as I saw flash after flash of pictures being taken. I dreaded seeing some of the pictures that had been taken from behind between kicks where I was completely exposed.
Tears were streaming down my face and she never let up. The soap was foaming up around my lips. Again she began lecturing between smacks.
SMACK!! “This is how we deal,” SMACK! “with lying brats,” SMACK! “at this camp.”
Each smack erupted, lighting a new fire in my rear at the point of impact. I lost my concentration and before I realized what had happened, I saw the soap hit the floor. Ms. Henson responded by raining down rapid set of smacks up and down my thighs, which again left me kicking wildly, trying to get away from her firm grasp.
SMACK!! SMACK! “From this angle you don’t look like you’re too old for a spanking.” SMACK! “As a matter of fact,” SMACK! SMACK! “I think you look,” SMACK “the perfect age to benefit from being spanked.” SMACK! “Don't you agree?”
“No damn it. Stop, pleeeaaase.” I pleaded.
She landed a few more expertly on my inner thighs. “You might want to try that answer again or perhaps I should spank harder for that language of yours.” She sounded as if the whole thing was some kind of joke, while my entire rear-end felt very well tenderized.
“Yes.” I mumbled feeling what was left of my dignity smacked out of me. Another crisp smack impacted between my butt cheeks as she applied her full force. “I couldn’t hear you, speak up. Yes what?”
“I’m not too old to be spanked.” I screamed out. Emily was audibly laughing in the background.
Ms Henson stood me up and led me away from the chair. I struggled to follow with my panties still at my ankles. When I tried to rub my flaming bottom she smacked my hand away. “Now, bend forward and spread your legs out and touch the ground.” In this position I could feel my skin stretched. I was left feeling exposed as I watched her out of the corner of my eye walk over to the desk and open the drawer. She pulled out a large paddle with holes drilled into it.
As she walked behind me I bit my lower lip to stop it from quivering. The camera flashed somewhere behind. “Don’t think I’ve forgot about the soap. With 5 more you’ve got ten swats coming.” Ms. Henson said. “You see Emily; this position forces her to present the perfect target for the paddle.”
“You think I could try?” I heard Emily ask.
“Hmm…it’s against camp regulations but I suppose she did throw rocks at you and you’ve had to take time away from other camp activities to bring her here. I suppose you could. Just make sure the paddle only lands on her behind.” Ms. Henson agreed. I couldn’t believe she was going to get away with this. She should be on the receiving end of this paddle not me.
SWACK!! The first was very hard and right in the middle. The second two hit in exactly the same place. I was ordered to hold the position or more swats would be added. SWACK!! The fourth swat landed right on my curves at the lowest part of my bottom, raising me to my toes. She took her time between swats.
SWACK!! SWACK!! The next two were in the same spot half on my thighs. I came very close jumping up out of position on those. SWACK!! She swatted me entirely on my upper thighs. I couldn’t help but jump up and rub my bottom.
“Emily, I told you to keep it on her bottom.” Ms. Henson warned.
“Sorry, Ms. Henson I didn’t mean to.” She apologized. I knew otherwise. She was enjoying this entirely too much.
“That’s ok. Sarah, get back into position. I will not add swats for that one.” replied Ms. Henson. The last three were as close to my thighs as she could get. I would definitely not be sitting down anytime soon. I was a sobbing apologetic mess. I wasn’t even sure what I was apologizing for but I didn’t want to be punished anymore. I was cooperative this time as they led me to the photo back drop again for the dreaded “after” photos.
Ms. Henson ordered me to follow her and not to pull my panties up. I hobbled behind her down the hall and back into the waiting room. To my horror there were people in here. A young girl sat against the wall looking rather nervous. Brittany was a few chairs away from her, smirking. A couple chairs next to her sat a guy that was my real age, wearing a groundskeeper uniform. I recognized him immediately as a guy that I used to date. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment right there as I felt my face blush as intensely as my behind. He looked on with amusement; it was obvious that he recognized me. I tried to pretend no one was in the room as she led me to the corner and pushed my nose into it. Then she placed my hands on top of my head. Lastly, she then tucked my skirt into the waistband leaving my ruby red bottom on display for all who cared to look.
My thoughts went back to the guy in the room, Gavin. I wonder what he was thinking. Our relationship did not end well. I felt like he was dating above his class when he was with me. He caught me cheating on him and called me some rather hurtful names. I had slapped him hard and stormed out. That was the last I had seen of him, until now.
Gavin stood up and regarded Ms. Henson. “Hello Gavin,” she greeted, “glad you could make it over here so quickly to fix the thermostat. It’ll be nice to have the A/C working again.”
“Anytime.” he said. “So what is this girl doing here?” he added, apparently pointing to me.
“Same as usual I’m afraid. Another wild young filly or so she thought. She came in bucking and now stands tame and remorseful. Like most girls her age she just needed sound spanking and generouse slice of humble pie to set her straight. Why? Do you know her?”
“Actually I do and she has always been a brat in my opinion. Nice to see that she has been put in her place, by the look of her bottom she should remember it for awhile.” He sounded as if he had just won a prize.
I shifted from one socked foot to the other wanting badly to rub my burning bottom. Unfortunately the thermostat was right next to me and he was treated to a front row view of my roasted buns while he began his work. Meanwhile Ms. Henson asked the other girl to follow her and Emily took a seat. “Gavin, please make sure she behaves while I’m gone and let me know if moves from that position.” Ms. Henson asked before leaving the room. “Oh Emily, could I ask you for one more thing.” she called from down the hall. Emily eagerly followed.
I didn’t find out until later what she was up to. Ms Henson had asked her to print out my photos on digital paper for the file. She pocketed some of them for herself. These would be used to blackmail me into submission later. She then eyed the stack of new punishment forms on the desk of that room. She grabbed a handful of those and returned to the waiting room.
Meanwhile Brittany had taken notice of Gavin and realized that he must not be a friend of mine. She slyly walked behind him and rubbed his back. “It must be hard work being a grounds keeper.” She said.
“Not all the time and the pay is ok.” he said.
“So you and Sarah have met?”
“You could say that. It hasn’t been long since the haughty bitch cheated on me.”
Brittany explained my whole predicament to him, sparing no intimate detail. All the while I shifted from one foot to the other, desperately wanting to rub my sorely stinging bottom. Brittany began to flirt with him in an obvious fashion. At one point they fell silent and I turned to find Brittany kissing him. When she took notice of me watching them she turned to me with a scowl. “Get your nose in that corner brat!” she scowled. I quickly obeyed.
“She looks so adorable dancing from one foot to the other like that. Don’t you agree Gavin?” Brittany inquired.
“I do. That cute glowing red tush of hers compliments her blushing face well. I'd say she is officially off of her high horse.” Gavin replied smugly. “Frankly, seeing her like this I feel embarrassed to have ever dated her.”
“So...do you want to leave this place and find a peaceful spot in the forest.” Brittany suggested.
He readily agreed and I was alone once more and furiously rubbing the sting out of my bottom.
I thought my time in the corner would never end. The relief washed over me when Ms. Henson returned and instructed me to pull my panties up and fix my skirt. I quickly pulled the panda paw panties up and then smoothed down my cheer-leading skirt. As if having to wear this incredibly short skirt wasn’t humiliation enough, I realized that it did not cover my reddened thighs. Ms. Henson’s hand prints trailed down both of my upper legs. It would be obvious to anyone behind me that I had recently been spanked.
Emily gleefully escorted me out the door and led me toward the junior camp. On the way she handed me an envelope and advised me to give it to the coach when we met her. It wasn’t long until we came upon a squad of girls that wore the same uniform that I had been forced to wear. They were practicing cheer routines. Emily led me by the hand toward the coach of this squad.
“Good afternoon.” Emily greeted. “You seem to be missing a new camper here.” Before I realized what she was up to she twirled me around by my hand, so that my backside faced the coach. “As you can see, she has just had a much needed session with Ms. Henson.”
The woman chuckled a bit to herself as I quickly turned back around to hide my reddened thighs from her. I glared back at Emily. “I wasn’t expecting another, but that’s fine. I just hope she has learned that we do not tolerate trouble makers here. We'll have to somehow fit her into tonight's performance in front of the parents.” the woman said. Then she turned to speak to me. “I'm afraid you'll be sporting that red tail-end of yours during the showcase tonight.“
“Well I need to go.” Emily said. “I would keep a close eye on her. She tends to tell a lot of lies. Ms. Henson asked that I provide you with this stack of punishment forms for her. She recommends that you send her for daily visits over the next week.”
Emily patted me on the butt as she walked away, leaving me to contemplate the many days to come. It would be a long summer indeed.
Pompous Cheer to Sore Rear
By Maelstrom
The relentless July sun beat down upon the team of girls as they completed yet another cycle of jumping jacks. I could see the sweat beading up upon their arms, legs, and brow but they dared not stop. They should feel lucky that I allowed them to wear their blue and gold cheer shorts and crop tops, instead of sweats again. It was going to be an interesting year at the Lakeside Cheer Camp.
Emily stood facing a tree beside me with her shorts and panties at her ankles, her freshly switched behind and thighs on display for the other girls to see. She was to be an example of what happens to girls on my squad that stop their routine before being told. It was not uncommon for such forms of discipline to be used at Lakeside Cheer Camp, but it was uncommon for it to be used upon the older campers. Typically this form of discipline was reserved for the younger campers on the 13 and younger half of the camp.
I reclined back sipping ice tea with a lemon twist, in the shade under the canopy of a tree cluster. As their summer camp coach it was my job to turn these young feeble high school girls into the athletic women that some already envisioned themselves as. I had just graduated last month from the same school as some of these girls. I was the head cheerleader at the school and I knew then that many did not like the way I pushed them to do better. Now in my new established authoritarian role I was determined to make even more of an impact. I would make them as talented a cheerleader as I was and impress the rest of the camp staff. It didn’t matter if these girls hated me. After all, I'm doing them a favor.
With the switch still in hand I delivered another stinging swat across Emily’s sit spot and then slouched a bit more in my lawn chair. I enjoyed the “swish” sound that the skinny stick made as it trailed through the air to meet with her taunt buttocks and her meek yelp as it made contact. She would thank me for this later, I was sure of it. Even if not, she would never cross me again.
I wore the standard camp coach uniform. A plain blue T-shirt with “COACH” written on the back in bold lettering and khaki shorts. Petite as I am, even this extra small size felt uncomfortably loose on me. I had to tuck in the shirt and wear a belt so that I didn't feel so small in this uniform. None the less being self conscious as ever about my small stature I wore a C-cup bra over my A-cup breasts and stuffed it to size to help compensate. It’s not like anyone would ever find out.
It was my first time being a coach at this camp and I had not yet met any of the other staff members. They may disapprove of me disciplining the older campers the same as the children, but I didn’t care. All campers had to have a signed release form to attend camp that granted camp leaders this right. It wasn’t my fault if the others chose not to exercise their full authority. In any case, my results would show for themselves or so I thought.
I blew the whistle that hung around my neck. “OK everyone, take a ten minute break and get some water!” I yelled. I relaxed and watched them converse and greedily guzzle water from the nearby fountain. I overheard a few whispers that were no doubt about how much they would like to have had a different coach for the summer.
My attention turned back to Emily. “Emily, pull your shorts back up and join them.” She turned around quickly with a sudden streak of defiance. Until then I thought that I had already won this battle of wills.
“Fuck you Sarah!!” she screamed at me. “You’re nothing but a pompous bitch that gets off on humiliating others. I’ll get you back for this.”
Her reaction caught me by surprise. I exploded in laughter, loud enough that the girls at the fountain turned to see what was going on. Just because I knew this girl in high school she thinks she's got some kind of ace up her sleeve. I thought perhaps she could use another lesson to take her down a peg or two. I pulled out my clipboard and wrote out what her punishment was to be. There were forms for this sort of thing that I borrowed from the junior side of the camp. I thought it would add to her punishment. This form orders “the child” to report to Ms. Henson, one of the coaches on the junior side of the camp. She was likely to find herself waiting amongst junior campers who had received the same form. The mere thought of it brought a smile to my face.
__________________________________________________________________________________
Order to report to Ms. Julie Henson for discipline
The Reason: ___Due to her extreme misconduct, disrespect to camp leadership, and a very foul mouth!! _
Name of the Child: Emily Sutton _
Please fill out the recommendations section below. Please note that the severity of punishment remains the discretion of the Disciplinarian.
State of dress for the punishment
[ ] Clothed [ ] Pantied [X] Bare Bottom
Implement(s) to be used during the punishment (Select all that apply)
[X] Hand [ ] Switch [X]Paddle [ ] Cane [ ]Strap
Additional punishment to be carried out during the spanking (Select all that apply)
[ ]Enema [X]Mouth Soap [ ]Ginger Figging [ ]Thigh Spanking
Duration of corner-time
[ ] None [ ] 15 minutes [X] 30 minutes [ ] 1 hour
_____________________________________________________________________________________
The chastised camper must return with a signature on this form and with a sealed envelope containing a set of photos that document the punishment for legal purposes.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
When I had finished listing my punishment recommendations I pulled the sheet from the clipboard and handed it to her. I could visibly see her jaw drop as she read it and I watched bemused when she balled her fists in frustration and anger. “This is to be carried out when we return to the cabin. Keep it with you for now as a reminder and if you destroy it, I could always write a new one with some different recommendations.” Without even waiting for her response I turned to the other girls and blew the whistle.
“Girls, we will run around the campsite nature trail. I expect all of you to continue jogging until I say to stop or Emily’s tanned hide will look pale in comparison to your own. Anyone and I mean anyone, who stops will be marched back to the cabin buck naked with a switch to the backside for encouragement .”
“Now go!” I screamed while running ahead in front of them. I’ll show them what it means to be athletic. I heard all of them groan loudly but none dared to protest. I smiled inwardly feeling that using Emily as my example had worked perfectly. They all kept up a steady jog behind me. We ran the trail for over an hour before turning around to jog the opposite way towards the cabins. No one risked stopping, even for a moment, so I figured that I would run even faster. In my haste to be the example for them to follow, my right foot slid under a tree root that protruded from the trail. I tumbled forward and down a small hill, into a ditch. To my embarrassment that ditch was filled with mud and I landed, belly first, in the middle of it with a loud splat. The girls gathered around laughing. I tried to stand up but sunk deeper into the mud. Attempting to step forward set me off balance again. This time I fell backwards landing square on my butt. I felt awkward as the deep, thick mud poured into the leg openings of my shorts and sloshed its way into the crevices of my neither regions.
Carefully I climbed out of the pit. I was much too humiliated to even respond to their laughter. Emily stepped out from the others with a smirk on her face. “You stopped.” She plainly stated. “You said that ANYONE who stopped would return to camp naked with a switch to their backside.” I stared at her trying to determine if she was being serious. “How are we supposed to respect you as a leader if you don’t adhere to your own rules?” She chided. The other girls circled me voicing their agreement.
I considered my situation carefully for a moment. My clothes were caked in mud anyway and walking back to camp naked shouldn’t really be any different from being in the public camp showers in the morning. The part about the switch hadn't really crossed my mind at the time. “Fine. “ I replied, confidently. “I am a woman of my word.” I slowly tugged down my khaki shorts and thong panties. This motion spread the mud further down my legs. I was covered in mud from my toes to above my waist, the mud had clearly seeped into my butt crack and coated my vagina. The triangle patch of fiery red pubic hair which I normally kept well groomed was not even visible. Covered as I was, my pubic patch was matted down and caked enough that it appeared as if I had no hair at all there. I felt my face flush red with this realization. I would never have considered shaving my bush; I look way too young without my adult clothing as it is. My shirt followed, revealing more of my pale white skin, and it was only at that point that I realized they would surely notice my stuffed bra. I immediately clasped my arms over my chest. “OK, fine. Let’s go.” I said, trying to pass it off.
As I turned my back, one of the girls quickly unclasped the bra and in one swift tug it was gone. Stuffed tissue paper molded into the form of breasts fell to the ground. I felt as if my entire body blushed into a pink hue. The molded tissue paper invoked another fit of uproarious laughter from the girls. “Geez Sarah, I thought you looked a little too well endowed for your size. “ Brittany teased. “You know it’s funny...naked you look more like a 12 year old than a grown woman. Are you sure you are old enough to be our coach?” They reveled in my shame. I felt as if all of my authority had been stripped away with my clothing. Brittany snapped a fresh stick off of a nearby white birch tree and stripped it of its leaves. I heard it swish through the air but was still caught by surprise as it rudely made first contact with my now unprotected bottom. I lept up in surprise. “Now march!” Brittany commanded, with my stolen authority. Fearing the sting of the switch I obeyed. Emily scooped up all of my clothing and my clipboard, carrying it with her.
SWACK! I jumped up again from the sting, as Brittany continued to order me around. “You call that marching? Pickup your feet higher little girl!” Now in a literal march the girls began to chant “March-2-3-4” SWACK! “March-2-3-4” SWACK! “March-2-3-4” SWACK! “March-2-3-4” SWACK! It was a very long and painful walk back. The mid-day sun baked the mud upon my skin until it hardened. By the time the camp cabins were in sight my behind felt like it was swollen to twice its normal size in switch welts.
I began to panic when we approached. There was another coach up ahead with her squad. How would I explain this to her? Brittany threw the switch into the woods. Unknown to me at the time, Emily hid behind some bushes with my clothing.
The other coach took notice of the approaching group of campers with a filthy looking younger looking girl in the lead. She did not look pleased. “What exactly is going on here?!” She sternly demanded. “I am Ms. Simmons. Where is your camp coach and why does this filthy little child walking around in the nude?” She spoke to the other girls as if I wasn't there.
“I…I..can explain…” I stammered, not quite sure what to say.
Emily jogged out from behind the bushes. I was shocked to see her wearing my camp coach uniform, muddy as it was, and carrying my clipboard as if in control of the situation. She quickly interrupted, “Good afternoon, I’m the new coach.” She said while reaching out to shake Ms. Simmons hand. “My squad and I were hiking and saw this young girl streak by in the forest. When we tried to talk to her she began throwing rocks at us. I chased after her and during the run she fell in the mud. I had to jump in after her to pull her out” She paused for a minute and glanced over at me with a smug wink and smile as if daring me get out of this lie.
“That’s not true, I….” I quickly tried to expose the lie but my mind went blank with fear.
Emily interrupted again before I could compose myself. “When we caught her she was carrying this. I think it explains a lot.” Emily pulled out the punishment order that I had written for HER earlier that day. When I tried to argue the coach shushed me like an interruptive child while she read the letter that Emily had handed her.
“I see.” Ms. Simmons finally responded. I felt her stern glare again on my nude form. I felt very vulnerable at that moment. “So Sarah...” she began as if reading it off of the paper. Why did I use a pencil? Emily must have changed the name to mine. “Instead of reporting for, your apparently well deserved punishment, I suppose you thought you would run away to the big girls’ side of the camp. Judging from your lack of clothing, you must have run away during the punishment. What were you thinking? How old are you anyway? Thirteen?” she lectured.
“Miss…it’s not true. I’m the camp coach and that punishment order was for her.” I pointed at Emily as I said it. “You gotta believe me.” At the time I had not realized how much this made me look just like child pleading not to be punished. Though it was at that moment that I realized all of my identification had been in my shorts. “Look in her pockets!”
“Hahaha...,” she laughed, “Surely you don’t expect me to believe that you’re old enough to be a coach. Nice story and I'll give you credit for creativity young lady but obviously you are lying in an attempt to get out of your spanking. In fact you look to be even younger than thirteen? I’m guessing twelve, but it doesn’t matter. Obviously, you ARE a little girl in need of a well deserved spanking and I might just take it upon myself to see that you get it without delay if you would like to continue with this game.”
Emily suggested that she could escort me to the shower to get cleaned up and Brittany followed. As soon as we were away from the others Emily spoke up. “I hope you enjoy receiving every last smack of that punishment which you so lovingly wrote out for me. I know I'm going to enjoy watching you squirm over someone's lap like the little girl everyone believes you to be. You'll look so cute with your little bottom painted a nice fiery shade of red to match your hair, pleading that you will be a good girl.” I couldn’t believe this was happening, no one would believe that I was the new camp coach now.
After whispering back and forth for a minute Brittany ran off only to return a bit later with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She swung it down onto a nearby shower bench and unzipped it. The first item she pulled out of it was a bottle of body soap and then two scrub brushes. Each girl with a brush in hand began roughly rubbing the mud away while I was forced to stand under the cold water. They were rubbing very hard and by no means were delicate with my more sensitive regions. By the time they were finished my skin had been rubbed pink all over. I was clean again and looking down I thought I saw a way out of this. The triangle patch of pubic hair that I always kept well groomed was visible again. Emily took notice of what I was staring at and correctly guessed what I was thinking.
Brittany rubbed my face with a washcloth and while I was distracted Emily roughly pressed her hand right over my feminine mound. I felt a warm sensation and before I could comprehend what was happening, she had just firmly pressed a very wide wax strip over my crotch and then another in my butt crack. In a sudden motion she tore them both off, taking all of my pubic hair with it. The sudden burst of pain caused me to lose control and to my dismay pee began to dribble down my thighs.
Emily and Brittany were loving every moment of it. “You know Sarah? You truly are stuck as junior camper for the summer. No one will believe you are an adult.“ Emily added while trying to stifle her giggling. “I can barely believe it myself the way you just peed yourself. I think it’s going to be a long summer for you here, but we’re going to enjoy it.” I had nothing to say to her. There had to be a way out and I would find it. “Brittany was kind enough to fetch some clothes for you.”
She pulled a cheerleader outfit from the bag. This one was blue and white with a overly cute panda bear cub embroidered on the chest. “My little sister put this in my bag by mistake. She is in the Little Panda’s Squad on the other side of the camp. It looks like it will fit you perfectly.” As she held the panties open for me I reluctantly stepped into them and then she pulled them up. They felt at least one size too small. The thick cotton material pulled taunt around my behind forcing my butt cheeks tightly together and slightly lifting them upward. On the seat of the panties was a pattern of bear cub paw prints. I felt ridiculous.
“I don’t know why you think you need a bra at all but we found one for you.” She held up a training bra which only served to flatten my chest even more. Next was the blouse and skirt. The skirt was very short, reaching just barely below my embarrassing panties. “Sit down.” Emily commanded motioning to the bench. She began putting socks on my feet while Brittany moved behind me and started messing with my hair. The socks were white ankle socks that were Lacey around the edges. If it were possible at this point I felt even more like a child allowing them dress me like this.
“When I get out of this you are both going to be in a lot of trouble.” I spat out with as much venom as I could muster. “I may be small in stature but the other coaches will have to believe me when we meet close up.” My words dropped to the floor meekly.
“Sarah, you keep telling yourself that. Make sure you repeat “I am not a little girl” over and over to yourself while you are bent over someone’s lap tomorrow getting your butt smacked and declaring that you will be a good girl. Face it, you are stuck being twelve for the rest of the summer and if you now have any doubts about that just look at yourself in the mirror.”
Brittany had just finished with my hair and Emily had finished placing some black tennis shoes on my feet. I got up and walked over to the mirror. My hair was in pigtails and she had tied them up with blue and white pompom strands woven in with the tails. My pale white legs were all but completely showing and if I bent over just a little, my childish panties would be exposed. It felt as if some kid were staring back at me from the other side of that mirror. Defiantly, I reached up to take this stuff out of my hair but Brittany violently slapped my hand out of the way.
“Come on Sarah it’s getting late as it is now. Let’s not keep Ms Simmons waiting.” I was shoved forward. It was embarrassing that these two girls were almost my age and yet towered over me. They marched me out of the shower lodge like a prisoner. The other girls had started a campfire and everyone was sitting around it. It was late evening but not yet dark outside. I heard them all laughing and telling stories until someone caught sight of me. The sudden silence was uncomfortable. Ms. Simmons stood up and beckoned me to come to her.
“Thank you for helping me Emily. I see you got Sarah cleaned up and found some clothing in her size.” said Ms. Simmons. Then she turned to me. “Sarah, it is too late to send you back over to the junior camp tonight. However, I would hate to see you not get the disciple that you deserve. You can take this punishment form to Ms. Henson tomorrow. I’m sure coach Emily will be happy to escort you there. She will see to it that you actually make it there this time.”
It was now or never, I thought. “Ms. Simmons, really you must believe me. I AM the new camp coach. I wrote that punishment note but for Emily. She is the child not me.” I balled my fists at my sides remembering how she had deceived me. This was it. Ms. Simmons sat back down on the log next to the fire nodding her head in thought.
“Your story is absurd and I've warned you not to persist with this.” Ms. Simmons began. Already I felt the hope drain out of me. “You show up nude, covered in mud, and with a punishment note that has your name on it. All of these girls agree that you threw rocks at them and that Emily is their coach. Do you really expect me to believe ANY of this? After all this is the senior side of the camp, we don’t write punishment notes for the campers here. Honey, just accept that you have been caught and that you WILL be punished. If you insist upon making up stories your situation CAN and WILL get worse.”
With my final hope dashed my frustration turned into blind rage. These girls had set me up and humiliated me. There was no way that they were going to get away with this. I saw red as I sprinted toward Emily and roughly tackled her to the ground. I grabbed her hair and pulled and then swung back to smack her in the face. Before I could follow through with the swing someone had grabbed my wrist. Then I felt a hand grasp my right ear and pull me up to my feet. I was disoriented and before I could get my bearings I was flopped over Ms. Simmons’s lap. I distinctly remember staring at my own dangling legs with my head down and my rear presented to Ms Simmons.
Ms. Simmons flipped up my short skirt and brought her had down full force on my pantied rear. It felt like someone had stuck a firecracker in my panties. My first instinct was to get up and run. Before I could make another move Ms. Simmons had locked her leg in between my legs, tightly over my thigh. I could not move. I remembered the paw print panties that I had been made to wear and blushed to think of how I must look now. All of the girls that were telling stories were now sitting around the fire watching the scene unfold. Even with my legs spread a bit in this position, the panties held my butt cheeks tightly together and the taunt material pushed them up. It was as if the panties were forcing me to present both of my butt cheeks to her in a tight little package. Her next smack exploded right in the middle, soundly smacking across both cheeks at once.
She concentrated the next dozen swats on that same area before moving down. Next her hand crashed down right on my sit spot where the mounds of my bottom meet the thighs. I could imagine my bottom turning a pink under my panties. Between the stinging and my frustration with feeling helpless I was already struggling to hold back tears. I didn’t even realize it when she had unpinned my leg and in one quick motion yanked down my panda paw panties. She never slowed her pace.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I don’t know who you think you are running away, throwing rocks at people, lying with your wild tales, and then outright attacking someone. No ma’am, I going to put you in your place right now young lady.” It was only then that I felt a cool breeze on my privates. The other campers were all gathered around watching my bottom roast under her smacks in the light of the fire. I realized that I was kicking wildly but I could not stop. No doubt those sitting behind me were treated to a full view.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Her smacks were now unpredictable but it was obvious that she wanted to make sure that every inch of my bum felt the sting. I felt like the damn holding back my tears had shattered. I was crying uncontrollably with my legs still flailing. I had never been so humiliated. “Well Sarah, are you ready to tell the truth and admit that you were just trying to run away from your spanking?”
“You can’t do this you old hag. I’m too old for a spanking.” I shouted at her still defiant of my fate. In response she swatted harder, aiming every smack in the same spot.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OK, I’ll ask again and if you still insist on lying to me, I’ll add another item to this punishment form. Perhaps you would like to have an enema with your punishment tomorrow.” I winced in pain as my bottom felt more and more tenderized.
“I’ll get you for this bitch and the others.” My words were broken up between uncontrollable sobs.
“Such a mouth on this child. Suit yourself; you’ve just added thigh spanking to your punishment tomorrow. I strongly suggest you admit the truth.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I felt helpless. What choice did I have? Maybe I could find a way out of this tomorrow. Perhaps Ms. Henson will realize that there had been a mistake. “OK….OK” I began. Ms. Simmons stood me up. I had to concentrate not to fall as my legs wobbled. “I tried to run away because I didn’t want to be punished.”
“How old are you?” she questioned.
“Eighteen.” SMACK! “Sixteen.” SMACK! “OK…OK, I’m twelve.” I’d say anything to get her to stop this.
“Good, one more thing. I want you to stand up and apologize to Emily for being disrespectful. If it doesn't sound sincere enough I'm sure Heather would be willing to take you over HER knees for round two.”
I swallowed hard, thinking of how I would never forget how I felt at this moment. “I am sorry for disrespecting you Emily.” I somehow managed to choke out through the tears. I then reached down to pull up my panties but Ms. Simmons smacked my hand.
“No, you will leave them where they are for now and go stand with your nose pressed against that tree over there. I want you to think about your repeat lesson tomorrow when you report to Ms. Henson.” She tucked my skirt into my waistband and sent me off with another stinging smack to my already sore bottom. I had to take small steps, hobbled by the panties at my ankles. The campers chuckled as I pushed my way through them and out of the campfire circle. Emily was looking very pleased with herself.
I had to spend the rest of the daylight with my freshly spanked bottom on display. The girls sat around the campfire telling stories. Occasionally they would glance over at me, whisper to each other, and then loudly giggle amongst themselves. Emily had weaved this lie and played me as her puppet. I felt nothing but anger about having to report to Ms. Henson tomorrow. Damn it, I had written that punishment order and not for myself. Now here I was, panties dropped, and reddened bottom sticking out, sniffling with my nose against a tree.
After an hour Ms. Simmons came up from behind me. “Pull up your panties and follow Brittany. She will babysit you for tonight.” When I turned around I couldn’t help but notice the smile on Brittany’s face. “You better behave yourself.” she warned.
I had no choice. I pulled up my panties and followed Brittany as I was told with my head hung low in shame. Ms. Simmons walked off the other way to her own personal cabin. I was led to the very cabin that I was supposed to have been left in charge of this summer. Brittany opened the screen door and held it open for me. She first glanced around to make sure that Ms. Simmons was nowhere around. Then in her best announcer voice she called out to the other girls. “Ladies, may I present your once fearless leader, who has been your entertainment for the night. You may now know her as princess red butt. “, she finished with a girlish chuckle. I felt my face flush in humiliation.
I didn’t want to look at them. As I walked inside the musty building Brittany nudged me ahead pointing at a bed on the other side of the cabin. I felt like a captive walking to my cell. The girls laughed the entire time. Halfway through someone lifted up my skirt to expose my reddened bottom. When I finally made it to the bed I saw some clothing folded in the middle of it. Brittany ordered me to get into my pajamas, motioning to the folded clothing.
I held up the item before me, it was a child’s footy sleeper with a drop-down seat. Where on earth did they even find this I wondered? I hoped that it wouldn’t fit. The girls watched with great amusement as I stripped down. Once done, Brittany handed me a pull up. “I’m not wearing this.”
“You will, unless you would like to have soapy enema before bed. Then afterward we will force you to wear it anyway.” Brittany ordered.
Already having felt defeated, I slipped them on. The words “Little Devil” emblazoned across the back in hot pink lettering that cradled a diapered, sleeping, cartoon devil. I tried not to dwell on it because I wanted to hurry and get dressed after being exposed most of the evening. To my dismay the pajamas fit perfectly. I quickly zipped them up.
“We borrowed some clothes for you from the junior side of camp during your corner-time. I have to say that you look more adorable that I thought you would in that.”, Brittany cooed. She then clapped her hands together and pointed at the bed and like a good little girl I crawled up into it. I didn’t want to give her any reason to make this experience any worse for me. With that, she tucked a teddy bear under my arm and then turned out the lights.
It was peaceful that night and I allowed myself to drift off into a deep sleep. I dreamed of receiving another trophy for a cheer-leading competition. By the time morning came I had forgotten all about my present situation. The first thing I heard was Emily whispering my ear. “Wake up sweetie. It’s time for another fun filled day.” Immediately, last night’s bad memories came crashing back to the forefront of my mind.
I was made to dress up again in the Panda Cub uniform. Emily said that they had burned all of my adult clothes last night, including my identification. Once again she put my hair up in pigtails with pompom tassels. We began the day as is usual, by walking down to the mess hall for breakfast. I was made to sit with the little kids. I spoke to no one.
After breakfast Ms. Simmons tapped me on the shoulder with Emily in tow. She handed me the punishment form that I had written yesterday and everyone at the breakfast table turned to look. The younger kids recognized that form immediately. “Looks like this is the last time you will be sitting down comfortably for awhile”, the young girl next to me teased. Ms Simmons yanked me onto my feet.
“I hope you learn some respect for others today. Coach Emily is here to escort you.” Ms. Simmons sternly urged. Emily marched me out of the mess hall in front of her. She nudged me toward the trail leading to the junior side of the camp. A short while along the trail Brittany popped out from behind a tree in an attempt to scare me. I jumped backward screaming, startled such that I felt a warm spot dampen my panties.
“Did you miss me?” she asked, sarcastically. “I wouldn’t have missed this show for anything.”
“You know, you can’t get away with this all summer.” I responded trying to regain my composure, not wanting to let on that I had just dribbled in my underwear like a child.
“Sure I can. You’ll be spending all of your time with the Panda squad but I’ll stop by to check in from time to time.”
The walk was long, but not long enough. I had plenty of time to think of the humiliation in store for me. I slowly trudged up the stairs to Ms. Henson’s lodge. I reluctantly opened the door and Brittany followed close behind.
The room resembled a doctor’s office with chairs lining the walls. It smelled of old leather. At the moment the room was empty and silent. “Ms. Henson…I have a customer for you.” Emily’s voice easily carried throughout the lodge. After some shuffling Ms. Henson peered down the hallway. She looked only slightly older than my real age. Seeing the all too familiar punishment form, she quickly snatched it up and studied it. While Emily spoke to her. “I’m coach Emily, Sarah here was given this yesterday but we caught her trying to run away through the senior side of the camp. She threw rocks at us. I wanted to ensure that she made it here this time.”
“Of course, you can wait out here while I tend to her.” Ms Henson responded.
“No, Ms. Henson this is all a big lie..,” I began. “I’m a coach here not a child.” She glared at me in disapproval. I sensed that I better be silent.
“If you would like to increase your punishment, please do go on making up stories.” She said. Emily told her that I tried that bit on them, chuckling and smiling at me during the explanation, as if it were the most ridiculous thing she had heard. Ms. Henson grabbed me by the ear and pulled me back into the hallway towards one of the rooms. “How old is she dear?” Ms. Henson asked as if I wasn’t present to answer.
“Twelve.”
“Ms. Henson please do give her rump a good roasting for me. She nearly hit me in the head with one of those rocks.” Brittany called out.
“Don’t worry, she will be out to apologize shortly. Coach Emily, if you don’t mind I could use a hand in here with her.”
“Sure Ms. Henson, I’d be glad to help.”
I was led into a room down the hallway. There was desk in the corner, a hard back chair in the middle ,and a few storage closets along the wall. The walls were filled with photos. Each photo on the left side showed a crying face and on the right side displayed a reddened bottom that went with the face. Each had their name, age, and crime listed above the photo. Ms. Henson wheeled something from the corner to the center of the room. It looked very much like a photography backdrop except that there was a circular hole in the center, a little more than waist high. She began to write on a dry erase portion of the backdrop and using the form for reference wrote out punishment the punishment reason. Above the hole in the center she wrote in bold lettering “Sarah Gilmore”, “AGE 12”, the words that she wrote directly below that made me cringe, “Before Spanking”.
Looking again at the wall photos, I knew exactly what this was for. I imagined seeing my tear streaked face and reddened bare-bottom hung on the wall for years to come with the rest of these girls. There was no way I could let that happen, the humiliation of having a photo my bottom on display after having been punished like a child. Emily nodded at me knowingly. In a panic I bolted toward the hallway but Emily reached out and grabbed my arm. “You’re not running away this time.” She teased.
At Ms. Henson’s direction she pulled me over toward the backdrop and then they both forced me to bend over and stick my upper body through the hole. I couldn’t see what they were doing but I felt my skirt being moved around. Unknown to me at the time they were pinning my skirt up to the back drop. Then I felt my panties being tugged down. There were a couple flashes and then my panties were pulled back up and I was pulled out of the hole. Ms. Henson handed Emily a camera. “We have to document this and add it to her file for legal purposes. I need you to take various snapshots during the punishment. Make sure we have plenty of photos for the file.” Ms Henson instructed. I felt the urge to run again but now Ms. Henson had a tight grasp on my wrist as she pulled me toward the hardback chair.
“First we will deal with that smart mouth of yours young lady. Emily please hand me a fresh bar of soap from the closet of there.“ Emily was quick to do as she asked. In frustration at feeling helpless I began to protest.
“I’m too old to be spanked. I’m not a camper, I'm a coach.” She stared at me in a patronizing manner. I could tell she wasn’t even considering my words. Out of frustration and not realizing at the time how childish it made me look I stamped my feet as I continued to plead with her. “Ms. Henson you gotta believe me. I’m …...” I wasn't expecting Emily to shove a bar of soap into my mouth at that very moment. My teeth slid along the top and bottom of the soap. shaving off some of it off onto my unsuspecting tongue. The taste was awful but Emily held it in place for moment.
“I advise you to keep that in during your spanking.” If it drops out at any point I’ll add 5 to your paddle swats.” Ms. Henson warned. Emily let go and quickly snapped a photo of my surprised, disgusted face.
Ms. Henson sat down and then pulled me over her knee in one swift motion. She pulled my skirt up and I saw another camera flash. Her hand crashed down upon both of my taunt mounds at full force. I wanted to scream but all that came out was a muffled grunt through the soap. The second smack was lower and at the top of my left thigh. I had to consciously bite down upon the soap to avoid spitting it out. The panties offered little comfort and in only a few smacks my legs were kicking about. Emily circled around snapping photos of my pantied bottom. Because of my muffled grunts and a concentrated task of keep the soap in, the soap bar began to lather around my lips. Emily got a few facial close-ups.
SMACK!! SMACK!! “You are not leaving today”, SMACK “Until I am sure that you have learned your lesson. SMACK! SMACK! “You should thank Emily for caring enough make sure that you learn to follow the camp rules and respect the coaches.” SMACK !!
Ms. Henson stopped for a minute and I hoped that it was over. I saw the camera flash a couple more times as I felt finger under the waistband of my panties. “mmNOph” I protested almost losing the soap. I managed to reach back and hold my panties tight. Ms Henson responded by painting 4 fresh red hand prints down my thighs and when I let go she grabbed my hand and held it firmly behind my back. Emily made sure to get some close up shots of my naked pink bottom as my paw print panties were slowly dragged down to my ankles.
Ms. Henson resumed spanking with a renewed vigor. The sounds of each smack across my now bare flesh reverberated from each corner of the room. Alternating between my left and right butt cheeks and then spanking my thighs from my sit spot down to the backs of my knees. I could not help but flail my legs about, involuntary trying to avoid the smacks. This only gave her easy access to smack my inner thighs and she did so in rapid succession. All the while I couldn’t help but think about how exposed I must be to the camera lens as I saw flash after flash of pictures being taken. I dreaded seeing some of the pictures that had been taken from behind between kicks where I was completely exposed.
Tears were streaming down my face and she never let up. The soap was foaming up around my lips. Again she began lecturing between smacks.
SMACK!! “This is how we deal,” SMACK! “with lying brats,” SMACK! “at this camp.”
Each smack erupted, lighting a new fire in my rear at the point of impact. I lost my concentration and before I realized what had happened, I saw the soap hit the floor. Ms. Henson responded by raining down rapid set of smacks up and down my thighs, which again left me kicking wildly, trying to get away from her firm grasp.
SMACK!! SMACK! “From this angle you don’t look like you’re too old for a spanking.” SMACK! “As a matter of fact,” SMACK! SMACK! “I think you look,” SMACK “the perfect age to benefit from being spanked.” SMACK! “Don't you agree?”
“No damn it. Stop, pleeeaaase.” I pleaded.
She landed a few more expertly on my inner thighs. “You might want to try that answer again or perhaps I should spank harder for that language of yours.” She sounded as if the whole thing was some kind of joke, while my entire rear-end felt very well tenderized.
“Yes.” I mumbled feeling what was left of my dignity smacked out of me. Another crisp smack impacted between my butt cheeks as she applied her full force. “I couldn’t hear you, speak up. Yes what?”
“I’m not too old to be spanked.” I screamed out. Emily was audibly laughing in the background.
Ms Henson stood me up and led me away from the chair. I struggled to follow with my panties still at my ankles. When I tried to rub my flaming bottom she smacked my hand away. “Now, bend forward and spread your legs out and touch the ground.” In this position I could feel my skin stretched. I was left feeling exposed as I watched her out of the corner of my eye walk over to the desk and open the drawer. She pulled out a large paddle with holes drilled into it.
As she walked behind me I bit my lower lip to stop it from quivering. The camera flashed somewhere behind. “Don’t think I’ve forgot about the soap. With 5 more you’ve got ten swats coming.” Ms. Henson said. “You see Emily; this position forces her to present the perfect target for the paddle.”
“You think I could try?” I heard Emily ask.
“Hmm…it’s against camp regulations but I suppose she did throw rocks at you and you’ve had to take time away from other camp activities to bring her here. I suppose you could. Just make sure the paddle only lands on her behind.” Ms. Henson agreed. I couldn’t believe she was going to get away with this. She should be on the receiving end of this paddle not me.
SWACK!! The first was very hard and right in the middle. The second two hit in exactly the same place. I was ordered to hold the position or more swats would be added. SWACK!! The fourth swat landed right on my curves at the lowest part of my bottom, raising me to my toes. She took her time between swats.
SWACK!! SWACK!! The next two were in the same spot half on my thighs. I came very close jumping up out of position on those. SWACK!! She swatted me entirely on my upper thighs. I couldn’t help but jump up and rub my bottom.
“Emily, I told you to keep it on her bottom.” Ms. Henson warned.
“Sorry, Ms. Henson I didn’t mean to.” She apologized. I knew otherwise. She was enjoying this entirely too much.
“That’s ok. Sarah, get back into position. I will not add swats for that one.” replied Ms. Henson. The last three were as close to my thighs as she could get. I would definitely not be sitting down anytime soon. I was a sobbing apologetic mess. I wasn’t even sure what I was apologizing for but I didn’t want to be punished anymore. I was cooperative this time as they led me to the photo back drop again for the dreaded “after” photos.
Ms. Henson ordered me to follow her and not to pull my panties up. I hobbled behind her down the hall and back into the waiting room. To my horror there were people in here. A young girl sat against the wall looking rather nervous. Brittany was a few chairs away from her, smirking. A couple chairs next to her sat a guy that was my real age, wearing a groundskeeper uniform. I recognized him immediately as a guy that I used to date. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment right there as I felt my face blush as intensely as my behind. He looked on with amusement; it was obvious that he recognized me. I tried to pretend no one was in the room as she led me to the corner and pushed my nose into it. Then she placed my hands on top of my head. Lastly, she then tucked my skirt into the waistband leaving my ruby red bottom on display for all who cared to look.
My thoughts went back to the guy in the room, Gavin. I wonder what he was thinking. Our relationship did not end well. I felt like he was dating above his class when he was with me. He caught me cheating on him and called me some rather hurtful names. I had slapped him hard and stormed out. That was the last I had seen of him, until now.
Gavin stood up and regarded Ms. Henson. “Hello Gavin,” she greeted, “glad you could make it over here so quickly to fix the thermostat. It’ll be nice to have the A/C working again.”
“Anytime.” he said. “So what is this girl doing here?” he added, apparently pointing to me.
“Same as usual I’m afraid. Another wild young filly or so she thought. She came in bucking and now stands tame and remorseful. Like most girls her age she just needed sound spanking and generouse slice of humble pie to set her straight. Why? Do you know her?”
“Actually I do and she has always been a brat in my opinion. Nice to see that she has been put in her place, by the look of her bottom she should remember it for awhile.” He sounded as if he had just won a prize.
I shifted from one socked foot to the other wanting badly to rub my burning bottom. Unfortunately the thermostat was right next to me and he was treated to a front row view of my roasted buns while he began his work. Meanwhile Ms. Henson asked the other girl to follow her and Emily took a seat. “Gavin, please make sure she behaves while I’m gone and let me know if moves from that position.” Ms. Henson asked before leaving the room. “Oh Emily, could I ask you for one more thing.” she called from down the hall. Emily eagerly followed.
I didn’t find out until later what she was up to. Ms Henson had asked her to print out my photos on digital paper for the file. She pocketed some of them for herself. These would be used to blackmail me into submission later. She then eyed the stack of new punishment forms on the desk of that room. She grabbed a handful of those and returned to the waiting room.
Meanwhile Brittany had taken notice of Gavin and realized that he must not be a friend of mine. She slyly walked behind him and rubbed his back. “It must be hard work being a grounds keeper.” She said.
“Not all the time and the pay is ok.” he said.
“So you and Sarah have met?”
“You could say that. It hasn’t been long since the haughty bitch cheated on me.”
Brittany explained my whole predicament to him, sparing no intimate detail. All the while I shifted from one foot to the other, desperately wanting to rub my sorely stinging bottom. Brittany began to flirt with him in an obvious fashion. At one point they fell silent and I turned to find Brittany kissing him. When she took notice of me watching them she turned to me with a scowl. “Get your nose in that corner brat!” she scowled. I quickly obeyed.
“She looks so adorable dancing from one foot to the other like that. Don’t you agree Gavin?” Brittany inquired.
“I do. That cute glowing red tush of hers compliments her blushing face well. I'd say she is officially off of her high horse.” Gavin replied smugly. “Frankly, seeing her like this I feel embarrassed to have ever dated her.”
“So...do you want to leave this place and find a peaceful spot in the forest.” Brittany suggested.
He readily agreed and I was alone once more and furiously rubbing the sting out of my bottom.
I thought my time in the corner would never end. The relief washed over me when Ms. Henson returned and instructed me to pull my panties up and fix my skirt. I quickly pulled the panda paw panties up and then smoothed down my cheer-leading skirt. As if having to wear this incredibly short skirt wasn’t humiliation enough, I realized that it did not cover my reddened thighs. Ms. Henson’s hand prints trailed down both of my upper legs. It would be obvious to anyone behind me that I had recently been spanked.
Emily gleefully escorted me out the door and led me toward the junior camp. On the way she handed me an envelope and advised me to give it to the coach when we met her. It wasn’t long until we came upon a squad of girls that wore the same uniform that I had been forced to wear. They were practicing cheer routines. Emily led me by the hand toward the coach of this squad.
“Good afternoon.” Emily greeted. “You seem to be missing a new camper here.” Before I realized what she was up to she twirled me around by my hand, so that my backside faced the coach. “As you can see, she has just had a much needed session with Ms. Henson.”
The woman chuckled a bit to herself as I quickly turned back around to hide my reddened thighs from her. I glared back at Emily. “I wasn’t expecting another, but that’s fine. I just hope she has learned that we do not tolerate trouble makers here. We'll have to somehow fit her into tonight's performance in front of the parents.” the woman said. Then she turned to speak to me. “I'm afraid you'll be sporting that red tail-end of yours during the showcase tonight.“
“Well I need to go.” Emily said. “I would keep a close eye on her. She tends to tell a lot of lies. Ms. Henson asked that I provide you with this stack of punishment forms for her. She recommends that you send her for daily visits over the next week.”
Emily patted me on the butt as she walked away, leaving me to contemplate the many days to come. It would be a long summer indeed.
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