(Author Note: This is the fourteeth story in a series. The characters and situations were introduced in the episode:
Camp Torowa Falls 1964 - 01: A Fair To Remember
Read that episode first! Then read episodes 2 thru 13 before reading this one.)
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Alternatively, you could just read the original series, Camp Torowa Falls. This chapter begins the 1964 camping season, so if you want to skip the stuff about Corey's hometown, this is where you should pick up the story.
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The Ford Falcon station wagon slowed down and turned off the winding mountain road onto an unpaved driveway. The two 13-year-old boys in the back seat cheered as they read the sign above the end of the driveway, which read, "Camp Torowa Falls". Corey Lane was returning for his fourth summer season at bible camp. Corey's best friend, Jerry Farnham, was returning for his fifth summer at the camp.

It had been eleven months since the boys had left Camp Torowa Falls, and Corey was glad to be back. He and Jerry had spent most of the long trip from Wildwood discussing which cabin they might be in this year - and who else would be in their cabin. They both hoped that Eric Linsey would be in their cabin, and they were also hoping that Alan Dunson's parents would allow him to return to camp.

The two friends had discussed these topics occasionally throughout their summer together, but now that the boys were on their way back to camp they became the primary topics of interest. The really bizarre thing was that they could actually find themselves in Bear Cabin this year - it was either that or Wolf Cabin, since those were the two cabins for 13-14 year old campers.

Since the cabins held campers in roughly two-year age groups and the campers only aged one year at a time, the complement of each cabin changed radically every year. Last year Corey and Jerry had been two of the older campers in Fox Cabin. This year they would be among the younger campers in one of the older cabins. Neither boy minded this, but they were hoping they'd get a decent patrol leader.

Returning campers were allowed to name up to three other campers they would like to share a cabin with - in priority order. Needless to say, Corey and Jerry had each listed the other as the top choice on their 1964 camp applications, so they would almost certainly be together. The only way campers didn't receive their top choice - particularly a mutual #1 choice - was if the two campers were considered by the camp staff to be a dangerous combination. Corey and Jerry certainly didn't believe they fell into that category.

Corey and Jerry had both listed Eric Linsey as their second choice. They both listed Roland Bell as their third and final choice. Unfortunately Alan Dunson would start the summer as a 12-year-old, so even if he returned he would probably be in Coyote Cabin, or back in Fox Cabin with a different crew. Besides, Roland deserved to be with some friendly faces this summer, after having spent last summer with the idiot bullies who dominated Bear Cabin in 1963.

The parking lot was less than half full. Check-in ran from noon until 5 PM, so families were streaming in and out all afternoon dropping off their campers. The first thing the boys needed to do was check in at the Mess Hall. Once they received their cabin assignments they could begin to move their luggage down to the cabin. It was nearly 2:30 PM when they discovered Jerry's family - Uncle Owen and Aunt Betty Jones and their son Robby - waiting for them outside the Mess Hall.

Greetings were exchanged between the two families. Robby and Jerry hugged each other enthusiastically. The two cousins were very close - more like brothers, considering how they had been raised together. In fact their family resemblance was such that they were often mistaken for brothers. Corey wondered how he'd feel if he ever lost his sister Becky at an early age, as Owen Jones had lost his little sister Kathy - Jerry's mother.

Corey and Becky Lane annoyed the heck out of each other on a regular basis, but they loved each other dearly. After only four days apart Corey was not yet missing his sister's snide comments. But by the time they returned home in August, Corey knew they'd be missing each other, and their truce would last for maybe an entire week before they settled back into annoying each other most of the time. Such was family life.

The two families entered the Mess Hall and Corey immediately spotted several familiar faces. Boss Lemmon and Doc Moseley were presiding over camper registration, as usual. Boss Lemmon, the imposing camp director, went over the rules with each camper and gave out the cabin assignments. Meanwhile Doc Moseley, the camp nurse and former army medic, examined the forms filled out by the camper's physician during the required camp physical.

Owen Jones insisted that the Lanes go first, so they did. There were two families in line in front of them. Craig Sherman was at the front of the line checking in. Craig was sixteen this year, Corey was fairly certain. That meant this would be Craig's last year at Camp Torowa Falls unless he became an Assistant Counselor (or Asscon) next year. Craig said "Hi" to Corey and Jerry as he passed by after he was registered.

"What cabin did ya get?" said Jerry.

"Moose," said Craig.

"Cool," said Corey. "Be seeing ya around."

"Sure thing, guys," said Craig as he walked away with his parents. At least Craig didn't have an attitude about talking to younger campers like some of the senior campers did.

Corey didn't recognize the boy in line in front of them. From what Corey was able to overhear as the kid was registered, his name was Ethan Simms, this was his first year at Camp Torowa Falls, and he was assigned to Fox Cabin - Corey and Jerry's old cabin. That meant that Ethan was 11 or 12 years old. Corey thought that he looked a scrawny eleven. Apparently Mark Guidry was the counselor for Fox Cabin this summer.

Once Ethan Simms was registered, Corey stepped up to the table to be registered. Corey and his father answered Boss Lemmon's questions while his mother went over his medical report with Doc Moseley.

It turned out that Corey and Jerry were both in Wolf Cabin for the 1964 season. Eric Linsey was already registered in the same cabin, and Jeff Paulsen was going to be their counselor. This was turning into a reunion! It was the first time that Corey and Jerry would have the same counselor more than one year since they started coming to Camp Torowa Falls. Jeff was an excellent counselor, so neither of them minded in the least.

While the two friends discussed this situation, Robby Jones was registered for his first summer at camp, and he ended up assigned to Muskrat Cabin, with Simon Leary as his counselor. That was more good news! Simon had been one of the more easygoing Asscons last year, so he should be a patient counselor for young Robby and his cabinmates this year.

The two families headed back to their cars for the first load of luggage that would need to be transported to the two cabins. Uncle Owen and Aunt Betty accompanied Robby to help get him settled into Muskrat Cabin. Meanwhile Jerry headed over to Wolf Cabin with the Lanes.

Jeff Paulsen greeted the group as they arrived at Wolf Cabin. Corey and Jerry were the fourth and fifth campers to arrive. Eric Linsey greeted them warmly. Eric had sprouted quite a bit in the past year and the 13-year-old was nearly as tall as Corey, although his frame remained more lean and wiry. Eric's parents had gone to help their 18-year-old son Peter settle into the Asscon cabin.

They were also greeted by Tim Sheffield, a 14-year-old who had been in Wolf Cabin last year, and Tim's parents. Tim and Corey had shared the "buzz cut experience" on the last day of the camping session back in 1963. Apparently Mr. Sheffield shared Dad's viewpoint on the subject of long hair. Tim had freshly cut hair for the start of the new camping season, as did Corey and Jerry - the two friends having been sent to get haircuts after getting back from the doctor's office the previous Friday.

The third camper present when they arrived was Mike Olson, a 14-year-old who had been in Coyote Cabin with Corey and Jerry back in 1962. They had gotten along quite well with Mike back then - in fact Corey had wished that Mike had been their Patrol Leader.

As the five boys greeted each other and caught up on current events the adults exchanged greetings and checked out the cabin. Corey knew that his parents were checking for damage that might have been caused by the first group of campers, who had departed camp the previous Saturday as Corey and Jerry had travelled to Wildwood with the Eckerts. Fortunately Corey's parents didn't find anything to concern them.

The next Wolf Cabin camper to arrive was Eddie Gray. 14-year-old Eddie had been a Bear the previous year, but he had been one of the least nasty ones. In fact he seemed not to mind the presence of the former Foxes.

Another former Bear showed up next, in the person of Roland Bell. So Jerry and Corey had gotten all three of their cabin-mate preferences granted. Roland was accompanied by a gorgeous young woman whom he introduced as Christine, his 21-year-old sister. Apparently Christine Bell lived in Boston, where she worked in local television and was going to college part time. Roland was staying with his sister for part of the summer. Corey realized that must be why Roland was able to attend a New York summer camp even though he lived with his parents in California. He had other family members who lived back east.

Jerry's family returned at that point, so he and Corey's family accompanied them back to the parking lot for the rest of the luggage. Jerry's pup tent was transferred from the Lane family station wagon to the trunk of Uncle Owen's Chrysler Imperial. By the time they got back to Wolf Cabin they were surprised to see Alan Dunson and his family entering it with Alan's luggage.

Alan was only 12-years-old, but he must have been assigned to Wolf Cabin since he would turn 13 in less than two weeks. So the four companions from Fox Cabin were back together again, and with Jeff as their counselor. What were the odds of that happening?

But really, who cares? Corey felt that considering how many things had gone wrong for him and Jerry that summer: spending half of it grounded; then living through the Fort Hockendaqua debacle; not to mention their recent brush with the law down in Wildwood - it was about time that things started going their way.

Eric's parents showed up next, with their 16-year-old daughter Monica and Asscon son Peter in tow. Eric's father owned several radio stations in Connecticut, so they had to be one of the wealthiest families whose sons attended Camp Torowa Falls. They all dressed well, but didn't make nearly as big a deal about fancy clothes as Mrs. Dunson.

Alan's mother was dressed a bit like the women in those high-brow English movies Corey's mother liked to watch sometimes - where the rich English ladies sat around in their finery sipping tea and gossiping while being waited on by butlers in fancy tuxedos. Those films were so boring that even Becky had a hard time staying awake for them. Meanwhile Alan's father was dressed in bermuda shorts and a plaid golfing shirt. They certainly made a badly matched couple, at least when it came to their wardrobe selections. Poor Alan, he looked about as embarrassed by his parents as you might expect under the circumstances.

As the four friend's parents were preparing to leave, Vince Palmer showed up with his family. 14-year-old Vince was another one of the least annoying Bears from the previous year. Vince didn't look especially glad to see them, particularly Alan, who had spanked him on the the next-to-last day the previous summer. Corey hoped that Vince didn't wind up as Patrol Leader, but figured that they could find a way to get along with him otherwise.

By 4:30 PM the four families were wandering back towards the parking lot. The Joneses, the Linseys and the Dunsons were all driving home that evening. Corey's parents had taken the whole week off from work and were going to spend a few days vacationing at a resort on Lake Champlain before heading home. The boys said goodbye to their families as they prepared to leave. Jerry and Corey promised Jerry's Uncle Owen and Aunt Betty that they would look out for Robby as much as possible.

After the six boys waved goodbye to their departing families, the five campers headed back towards the cabins while Peter Linsey went off to settle into the Asscon Cabin. Things looked good for Wolf Cabin, the four friends decided. The cabin had three Bears so far, but at least they were Roland and two of the other least bullying Bears from the previous year. With just one more camper left to show up, Corey knew he could live with whatever happened, provided the tenth camper wasn't Joey Graham, the Bear bully who had broken his nose the year before.

As they got near the cabins Eric and Alan headed straight back to Wolf Cabin while Jerry and Corey escorted young Robby, who had been very quiet so far, back to Muskrat Cabin. Robby invited the two older boys in to meet his cabinmates and counselor. Of course Corey and Jerry knew Robby's counselor, Simon Leary, fairly well. Simon had been the Asscon assigned to Fox Cabin the week of their campout the previous year. Simon seemed less easy-going as a counselor than he had as an Asscon, but his wink to the two older boys as they were leaving seemed to indicate that his newfound strictness might just be an act.

As they walked the short distance back to Wolf Cabin, Corey and Jerry discussed Robby's prospects. Robby was acting a bit withdrawn, but Corey remembered feeling the same way at the start of his first year at camp, and Corey had been a year older when he first arrived at Camp Torowa Falls. Jerry was certain that Robby would be just fine, although he intended to check on his cousin at least daily for the first week.

Corey noted that Timmy Garlin, Kyle's little brother, was one of the 10-year-olds in Muskrat Cabin this year. This brought up the question of which cabin Kyle Garlin was in. Kyle was 12 this summer, so it didn't seem likely he would be in Wolf Cabin. Which still left the question of who the tenth Wolf Cabin camper would be that summer.

As Corey and Jerry entered Wolf Cabin they were blinded by a bright flash of light. "Jeeze, Eric!" said Jerry, rubbing his eyes. "Cut that out!" Eric laughed as he advanced the film on his Kodak Instamatic camera. He had been snapping photos since arriving, despite his father's warning that he only had a limited amount of film and flashbulbs. When Jerry reminded him of his father's warning, Eric told him that film and flashbulbs would undoubtedly be on sale somewhere in town when he went to Glens Falls some Saturday.

As Corey unpacked he wondered about the camera mania he had experienced that summer. First his father had received a brand new Topcon SLR camera for his birthday to replace his old stereo camera. And now it turned out that Eric had received his first camera for Christmas last year. Corey didn't object to having his picture taken, but he had never been the least bit interested in owning or operating a camera.

At that point Corey's musings were interrupted by a commotion at the front door of Wolf Cabin. It was clear from the voices outside that the tenth and final camper was about to make his appearance, and the attention of everyone in the cabin was drawn to the door. There were gasps of surprise when the first person to enter was a very young girl. Corey gasped with surprise and recognition - he knew this little girl, and her older sister, who followed her into the cabin.

"Corey!" shrieked little Calypso Welles as she spotted him. The 7-year-old sprinted across the cabin and threw herself into the arms of the very surprised Corey.

"Callie!" said Corey in surprise. He looked around, totally astonished. He had helped rescue little Callie and her now 12-year-old sister Pandora, while out camping in the wilderness the previous summer. Panny Welles, as she prefered to be called, was standing just inside the front door smirking at Corey's surprise and embarrassment. Glancing around the room, it was clear that Jerry, Eric, Alan, and Jeff all recognized the two little girls. Corey finally managed to say, "What are you doing here?"

"Sandy's gonna be in your cabin!" said Callie, practically shivering with excitement.

"Sandy?" said Corey.

"Our big brother," said Callie. "You met him at the campground last year!"

"Oh yeah, now I remember," said Corey. He certainly did remember Lysander Welles, who prefered to be called Sandy. The boy had a really sour expression on his face the whole time Corey saw him the previous year. 'Yeah, that's the expression,' thought Corey as Sandy Welles entered Wolf Cabin for the first time, propelled by the large hand of his father. The boy was nearly as tall as Roland Bell, though not nearly as thin. He looked like he had just eaten an entire jar of extra sour pickles.

"I guarantee you will come to enjoy this experience eventually," said Dr. Eric Welles. The man was huge, at least six-four, and his voice was as booming as ever.

Sandy Welles rolled his eyes in response to this assurance, turned to his father and said, "Would you care to make a modest wager on that proposition, father?"

"Don't be vulgar, my boy," said Dr. Welles, his voice rumbling.

"That's what I thought," said Sandy, in an irritated, insolent tone.

Corey was startled, remembering how Dr. Welles reacted to insolence from young Panny the previous summer. Although the big man shot his son a rather venomous look he harrumphed and chose to ignore the remark, turning to greet Jeff, who was approaching the door to welcome the Welles family.

Corey didn't catch much of Jeff's conversation with Dr. Welles since Callie insisted on chatting with him. He was amazed at how the little girl treated him like some cousin she saw regularly, rather than the near-stranger she only met once a year ago. Okay, he had helped rescue Callie and her sister, but still - Corey was amazed at how open Callie was with people she didn't know all that well.

Finally the introductions got around to Corey, who had to stand still for Dr. and Mrs. Welles gushing over him again while Sandy rolled his eyes in annoyance. Corey's one consolation was that his own parents had already departed. He wasn't sure if he would have been more embarrassed by Dr. Welles going on about what a hero he had been, or his own parents explaining how naughty he had been in the intevening year. He felt he could live without knowing the answer to that question.

Sandy had arrived at the very end of the check-in period, so his family soon departed, allowing the sour-faced boy to begin unpacking his clothes and other belongings. Jerry attempted to strike up a conversation with the sullen young man, but was sarcastically rebuffed. Corey and Jerry looked at each other and shared a shrug. They'd let the kid stew in his own juice for a while and try again later.

Before dinner, Jeff had a private meeting in his office with each camper in Wolf Cabin. Corey remembered this procedure from last year. For the second time, Jeff gave Corey a pep talk, and a reminder about the rules of the camp. Jeff gave Corey a special reminder about not swearing, a vice that had gotten Corey in big trouble the previous summer.

"I'd also like to not have to paddle you for 'bedwetting' this year," said Jeff.

Corey rolled his eyes and groaned in response. "You know Jeff, I don't really think it's fair to paddle a guy for something that happens in his sleep."

Jeff chuckled ruefully. "I agree with you there, Corey. It's clearly not fair."

"It's not?" Corey was stunned by this admission.

"Of course it isn't!" said Jeff, chuckling again. "But Boss Lemmon won't budge when it comes to that 'offense'. Believe me, the counselors have been trying to convince him for years."

"They have?"

"Yep, but he won't relent. So you just need to try to keep your sheets dry, or face the consquences."

Corey felt a bit dejected as he left Jeff's office. For a second there he had thought they weren't gonna get paddled for wet dreams anymore. Well, maybe next year the counselors will convince Boss Lemmon.

Jeff had Sandy Welles in his office for quite some time. When he emerged from his interview, Sandy was rolling his eyes and muttering quietly to himself.

The four companions were strolling back to their cabin after the regular Thursday night prayer meeting. Jerry wore a look of concern on his face. Alan said, "I'm sure he'll snap out if it soon, Jerry."

"I hope so," said Jerry, "but it's been 24 hours already. I thought Robby would be coming around by now. He's still all clammed up."

Corey snorted with laughter, "Remember me three years ago, Jerry?"

"Huh?" said Jerry, obviously distracted. "What about you?"

"It took me nearly a week to get into the swing of camp life that first time," said Corey, still chuckling at the memory. "And I had you to help me out."

"Oh yeah," said Jerry, brightening up a bit. Then his face fell again, "But what if Robby doesn't make that first friend like you did with me?"

Corey just shrugged, and they kept walking. After a minute or so Eric said, "Jerry, you trust Simon Leary, don't you?"

"Yeah," admitted Jerry.

"Simon is Robby's counselor," said Eric. "I'm sure he'll say something to you if he thinks Robby is in real trouble."

"I guess you're right, Eric," said Jerry.

"Just give it time," said Alan.

"Yeah, okay," said Jerry.

Corey could sense that Jerry wanted to drop the topic. So he brought up the other camper they knew who was having problems. "So what are we gonna do about the Prince of Fifth Avenue?"

"Sandy?" Eric snorted derisively. "What's there to do? To hell with that twit!"

Alan chuckled, "You're just jealous cause he's smarter than you."

Eric snorted again, "Just because he uses a bunch of five-dollar words doesn't mean he's smarter than me." The other three boys laughed in response to this. "What?"

"Eric," said Corey, "you use five-dollar words all the time too."

"Indubitably," said Eric, grinning broadly, "but I only use them when it's appropriate - not every second or third word out of my mouth."

"Yeah, that is mostly true," admitted Corey. The other two mumbled their agreement.

"I think Sandy uses his superior vocabulary to intimidate people," said Alan.

"To confuse 'em, more like," said Jerry.

"Agreed," said Eric, "his sesquipedalian tendencies can be most confusing to those with rudimentary vocabularies.

Jerry and Corey looked at each other and shrugged. Jerry pointed a finger as his own throat and said, "I think there's something wrong with his throat."

Corey, Alan and Jerry broke out laughing at this. Eric seemed confused for a change. As they filed back into the cabin, Corey explained the running joke reference from Robin and the 7 Hoods, which Eric had not yet seen.

Corey had promised his family that he would write more letters this year during his month at camp. Corey settled down in bed to write his first letter home to his parents. If he mailed it on Friday it just might be waiting for his parents when they got home from their vacation on Lake Champlain. That would really surprise them!

A few minutes later Sandy Welles wandered into the cabin alone. He did nearly everything alone. Several members of Wolf Cabin had attempted to engage the dour young man in conversation, but so far all attempts had been rudely rebuffed with a stream of big words most of the other boys didn't even understand. Sandy sat silently on the foot of his bed for a few minutes, then got back up and wandered out the front screen door into the darkness. Corey had seen Sandy sitting alone on the front porch the previous night when he came back from the bath house.

After a few minutes Corey set aside his writing tablet and pen. He would take another shot at reaching Sandy. Corey walked casually out on the front porch of Wolf Cabin, and found it empty. Hmm. Well, Corey needed to relieve himself anyway - perhaps he would encounter Sandy on the walkway between the cabin and the bath house. Minutes later Corey arrived back at Wolf Cabin, having failed to spot Sandy at the bath house, or on the pathway during the trip there and back. Corey shrugged inwardly, plopped down on his bed and went back to finishing his letter home.

Screw big words, thought Corey. He had enough trouble figuring out normal words sometimes. He was deep in thought, trying to figure a way to describe the Sandy Welles sitation in simple words in his letter to his parents. Eventually Corey became aware of a disturbance outside the cabin.

As he looked up, Corey could see all the other boys already listening intently to the raised voices outside. It was Jeff and Sandy having a loud argument. "I deny the accusation most vociferously!" said Sandy.

"I caught you red handed!" said Jeff, angrily. The voices moved from the back of the cabin towards the front of the cabin. They could be heard clearly through the window screens lining the side wall.

"As I said before, things are not always what they appear!" said Sandy. "You might understand that if you attended a decent university, and not some backwater college in Pennsylvania!"

"Shut up, you acrimonious little brat!" said Jeff. Corey and Jerry exchanged stunned looks at the way Sandy was talking to Jeff. Corey would never consider doing that, particularly if Jeff was already pissed off by something Corey had been caught doing.

Jeff and Sandy had reached the front porch of the cabin, and confused footsteps could be heard on the wooden floorboards. "You might at least allow me to rearrange my sartorial accoutrements!" complained Sandy.

"You won't be needing your sartorial accoutrements much longer," said Jeff, in an ominous tone.

Eddie Gray, who had been looking out the front screen door, reached out and swung it open. Then he stepped aside to allow their counselor, Jeff Paulsen, to stride through the door. Jeff had Sandy Welles by the scruff of the neck and was dragging the struggling boy behind him.

As Sandy was bodily dragged towards the back of the cabin, Corey was shocked to see that Sandy's khaki shorts were down around his knees, and that the lad's half-erect penis was poking out through the fly of his white cotton briefs. The uncircumcised boyhood flopped around stiffly, its tip shiny and drooling as its owner struggled with his enraged counselor. It was suddenly quite apparent what exactly Sandy had been "caught red handed" doing!

Corey glanced at Jerry, who returned a look of stunned horror. Poor Sandy! He might indeed be an "acrimonious brat" like Jeff said, but the kid was also now up for a public razor strapping in the Mess Hall after dinner on Friday night. That was the prescribed punishment for "self-abuse", one of the most dire infractions that could be committed by a camper at Camp Torowa Falls.

Jeff stopped in front of Sandy's bed, but kept holding the lad by the scruff of the neck. He said, "Since this is only you're second day of camp, I'm gonna go easy on you. When I let you go, I want you take off your shoes, socks, shorts and briefs and lie face down across the foot of your bed. Then I'll go fetch my paddle. Got that?"

Sandy glared at Jeff angrily, but finally nodded in the affirmative. Jeff released Sandy. But instead of complying with Jeff's instructions, Sandy tucked himself back in his briefs, then pulled up his shorts and fastened them again. He sat down on the foot of his bed, grinning smuggly up at Jeff.

Jeff sighed and said, "Sandy, you have only two choices here. You can submit to a bare-assed spanking with my paddle. I was gonna give you ten whacks, but this little stunt just earned you two bonus whacks for insolence. If you won't submit to a paddling from me right here and right now, you will be reported to Boss Lemmon, our camp director. He will blister your bare ass with a razor strop at evening assembly tomorrow night - in front of the entire camp. You'll get a minimum of twelve whacks for self abuse, plus I bet you'll get a few more for this attitude of yours. I'm going to my office now, but I'll be back in five minutes with my paddle. If you are not stripped below the waist, lying across the foot of your bed, I will assume you want the razor stropping from Boss Lemmon tomorrow night. The choice is yours."

After Jeff went back in his office, Sandy remained seated on the foot of his bed. He tried to keep the smug look on his face, but eventually he began to look worried. "Roland?" he asked finally.

"Yes, Sandy?" said Roland Bell, who had the bed next to Sandy's.

"Jeff's just bluffing, right? I mean, they don't actually whip campers bare-assed with a razor strop in the Mess Hall in front of the whole camp? Do they?"

Roland chuckled ruefully. "Yes, Sandy, I'm afraid they do. Jeff is not bluffing in the slightest."

"Okay, maybe they did that to kids back in the old days when this place was founded," said Sandy, sounding like he was trying to convince himself of what he was saying, "but this is 1964, for crying out loud, not the dark ages between the world wars."

Roland chuckled some more and said, "Tim and I both got the razor strop bare-assed in the Mess Hall last year, for smoking."

"Really?" said Sandy. As the boy sat on the edge of his bed he kind of hugged himself.

"Trust me, Sandy," said Tim. "If I had been given the choice you were just given by Jeff, my bare ass would already be lying across the foot of my bed. I would hate it, of course, but I would consider myself lucky to have been given that choice."

"Me, too," said Roland. The other boys in the cabin all murmured their agreement with this sentiment.

Sandy sat on the edge of his bed hugging himself nervously, rocking back and forth slightly, no doubt from nervous tension. After a minute he looked around the room at the other boys, almost as if seeing them for the first time. Corey suddenly realized that Sandy had not used a single five-dollar word since he had been dragged though the front door. So the crazy kid could speak normally!

Eric was periodically glancing at his watch, and finally said, "Tick, tock, Sandy."

Sandy took another look around the room at his fellow campers, then he started taking off his shoes and socks. When he finished with those, he sprang to his feet suddenly, startling Corey. The nervous young man took one more look around the room, then he started unfastening his khaki shorts, which he took off. Finally he turned to face the foot of his bed before slipping off his underpants and immediately dropping down on the bed.

Corey grinned to himself. It was obvious that Sandy was still embarrassed about being seen naked by his peers. That had taken Corey a bit of getting used to his first year of camp as well. Corey looked at Sandy lying across the foot of his bed, his bottom presented submissively for his counselor's paddle. Sandy obviously did a lot of sun bathing in swim trunks, because his bottom was starkly white compared to the rest of his deeply tanned body.

Less than a minute after Sandy had settled himself face down across the foot of his bed, Jeff's door opened and their counselor emerged, carrying his hardwood camp paddle. Jeff wore the implacable look he always wore when dispensing official punishments, but Corey noticed a brief look of relief cross Jeff's face when he saw that Sandy really had bared himself and was waiting submissively for his dose of the paddle.

Jeff strode up to the prone boy's bed. "Sandy, I'm glad to see that you chose to take your fellow campers' advice. You're about to experience a lot of pain and humiliation, but it would have been much worse if you hadn't listened to your friends."

"Yes, sir," came the slightly muffled, subdued response from Sandy.

"You don't have to call counselors 'sir', Sandy. You can just call me Jeff."

"Yes, Jeff."

"Are you ready for your spanking for self abuse?" asked Jeff. As he asked the question, he rubbed the paddle lightly across the bright white twin cheeks, which would soon be turned a very different shade.

"Yes, Jeff," came the muffled response from Sandy. The boy grabbed two handfuls of bed spread and braced his legs stiffly against the impending pain.

Jeff raised the paddle up to his shoulder height and crashed it back down firmly on the waiting buttocks. Crrraacckk! Sandy hissed slightly, probably in surprise at the intensity of the pain.

Crrraacckk! "Ssssss," hissed Sandy again. Corey noticed that Jeff's paddle might be just a little bit larger than the one he used in Fox Cabin last year.

Crrraacckk! "Uuuhhh," groaned Sandy. The Wolf Cabin paddle looked to be just over 2 feet long, and a shade over 4 inches wide.

Crrraacckk! "Ooowww!" yelped Sandy. His rapidly reddening twin cheeks twitched as their unhappy owner tried to deal with the pain they were absorbing and transmitting very efficiently to his brain.

Crrraacckk! "Ooowwwcchhh!" protested Sandy. Corey thought that the Wolf Cabin paddle looked about the same thickness as the old Fox Cabin paddle, about 3/8 inch.

Crrraacckk! "Aaaaahhhh!" From Sandy's reaction, it sure seemed effective at delivering a message of obedience to a naughty boy's backside.

Crrraacckk! "Uuuuhhh!" grunted Sandy. Corey was not looking forward to being in the same position as Sandy, having his own bottom lit up by the big hardwood paddle.

Crrraacckk! "Ooooowwwwwww!!" Corey imagined it would be nice to get through an entire summer at Camp Torowa Falls without being spanked at all. But he realized that was probably just a fantasy.

Crrraacckk! "OOoooooooooch!! Ssssss!" Poor Sandy was yelping and hissing with every crack of the paddle on his very sore rump.

Crrraacckk! "OOwwwwwwwwwww! Ssssss!"

"That was your punishment for self abuse," said Jeff. "Next comes the two extra licks for your insolence and refusing to accept your punishment."

"No!" protested Sandy, rolling over to protect his wounded posterior. "Please! No more, Jeff!"

"Get back into position, Sandy," said Jeff, an implacable look on his face.

"I'm really sorry about being such as smartass before," said the softly sobbing Sandy. "Please let me off!"

"Well, I'm sorry too, Sandy," said Jeff. "But you earned these extra whacks, and you are gonna get em."

"No! Please!" begged Sandy, sobbing piteously.

"Sandy, this is your final warning," said Jeff, his patience obviously running out. "You've been brave up to now - don't ruin it like this. If I have to have your fellow campers hold you down, you will get four more whacks, instead of the two you have coming."

After a few seconds Sandy surrendered, and painfully maneuvered himself back into position. His already well-chastened backside was obediently presented for the final dose of official justice.

Jeff wasted no further time, raising the paddle up even higher than before, and slamming the board harshly into the trembling backside. Crrrraaaacccckkkk! "NOOOOOooooowwwwwwch!! Ssssss!" yelled Sandy, his breath hissing against the pain.

Crrrraaaacccckkkk! "AAaaaaaiiiiiieeeeewwwwch!! Ssssss!" Sandy's right leg kicked out involuntarily, and the boy lay there hissing.

"That's it, Sandy - well done," said Jeff. "Do yourself a big favor and don't play with it anymore this summer. Cause next time you will get stropped by Boss Lemmon in front of the entire camp."

"Yessss, Jeff," hissed Sandy, as he lay in his private world of agony.

"Alright, guys," said Jeff, checking his watch. "Lights out in fifteen minutes."

After Jeff returned to his office, Jerry and Corey went to help Sandy. They helped the still softly sobbing boy get properly into bed. As they helped their soundly spanked cabinmate, Corey was amazed at the accuracy Jeff exhibited with that paddle. The middle and lower curves of Sandy's rump were tomato red, whereas the upper curves were still starkly white. When Sandy was settled with his head on his pillow, lying on his tummy, they covered him with a sheet, being very careful when covering his red and white striped, still occasionally twitching bottom.

Before going back to their own beds, the two friends exchanged knowing looks. It was the first time that Sandy Welles had let a fellow camper help him with anything.