(Author Note: This is the nineteenth story in a series. The characters and situations were introduced in the episodes:
Camp Torowa Falls 1964 - 01: A Fair To Remember
Read that episode first! Then read episodes 2 thru 18 before reading this one.)
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"It's not fair!" whined Vince Palmer.

"Keep whining, Vince," said Jeff sarcastically, "that will make me change my mind." Vince didn't reply, but continued to mutter darkly under his breath.

It was Thursday morning and the ten Wolf Cabin campers were trudging back to Camp Torowa Falls. Vince Palmer was walking directly behind Jeff Paulsen, their counselor who was leading the expedition. Corey was walking near the back of the group, followed only by Jerry and John Ludlow, the Asscon who was bringing up the rear.

Jeff had decided - wisely, Corey thought - to keep Vince and Jerry separated for the trip back to camp. The tension between the two boys was heavy in the air whenever they were within sight of each other.

It had taken Corey more than a hour to return to the campsite with Jerry on Wednesday night. The two friends had to stand there sheepishly in the firelight while Jeff read them the riot act. Jeff told them he would decide in the morning what their respective punishments would be.

Vince had protested vigorously on Thursday morning when Jeff sent Jerry and Corey to each cut a switch. Vince demanded that Jerry be reported to Boss Lemmon for a dose of the razor strop at evening assembly that night. Jeff had rejected this idea, but Vince had refused to let it go.

Corey had been first to drop his swim trunks and be horsed on John's broad back. Jeff had administered four sharp cuts of the switch to Corey's backside. The cuts weren't nearly as bad as the ones Jeff had dished out the year before after the cherry bomb fiasco. Corey took the four cuts without any reaction. After he was released Corey waddled back to stand next to Jerry, keeping his hands laced behind his head. Although his backside stung from the stripes, he had no trouble resisting the urge to rub his backside.

Corey was sporting a stout erection as he stood next to Jerry, who had also had his normal reaction to witnessing a whipping and was tenting the front of his trunks. Soon Jerry had dropped those trunks and his erection was crushed against John's back as Jeff painted twelve vivid red stripes on the boy's backside with a switch. Jerry was gasping a bit towards the end, but otherwise he had displayed no reaction to the whipping.

When the group stopped for a quick lunch break, Vince started complaining again. "He punched me in the nose!"

"I'm gonna punch you in the nose if you don't shut up, Vince," warned John.

"Didn't that Kyle kid get the razor strop last year for punching Corey in the nose?" said Eddie Gray.

Corey groaned. Vince's fellow former Bear would have to bring that up. They sure seemed anxious to see Jerry get the strop. It probably had something to do with the fact that Jerry was one of the people most responsible for the Bear Cabin humiliation last year.

"That is true," said Jeff. "But Kyle had no provocation whatsoever when he hit Corey."

"Jerry didn't have provocation either!" said Vince.

"That's not the way I see it, Vince," said Jeff.

"If you had stopped saying horrible things about your sister when Jeff told you to, you would have never been punched," said John.

Vince grumbled, "It's still not fair!"

"Tell you what, Vince," said Jeff. "I need to take you to see Doc Moseley when we get back anyway. While he checks out your nose, you can tell him your story."

"Okay!" said Vince, looking happy for a change.

"But you will tell Doc the whole story," said Jeff, "including the swearing, and all of those horrible things you said about your sister. If after hearing all that Doc thinks Jerry should be reported to Boss Lemmon, I will definitely do it."

Vince still grumbled under his breath but he stopped outwardly complaining for the rest of the trip back to camp. Corey didn't know if Vince ever told his story to Doc Moseley, but he did know that Thursday evening assembly came and went, and Jerry's backside remained unacquainted with Boss Lemmon's razor strop.

The Reverend Belling was at dinner Thursday night, but his wife and granddaughter did not put in their appearance until Friday evening. Anna told Corey that she and her grandmother wanted to have a "girl's day out". Corey thought this was a bit silly, but he was wise enough to keep that opinion to himself.

On Saturday morning Alan and Eric took the bus into Glens Falls. Mike Olson and Tim Sheffield were the other Wolf Cabin campers who had signed up. Jerry was concerned because his cousin Robby was taking his first bus trip to town. Simon Leary and Timmy Garlin were both going on the bus, and promised Jerry they would look after his 9-year-old cousin.

Corey was able to reserve a sloop for the day, but Jerry hadn't put in for one, since he had been busy making arrangements for his cousin. So Jerry was in the sloop commanded by Corey, along with Anna and Sandy. They brought along box lunches and stopped on Keesog Island for lunch.

After lunch Anna produced some cigarettes and a lighter from her shorts pocket, much to Corey's surprise. "I didn't know you smoked, Anna," said Jerry, who also looked surprised.

"I haven't... much... before," said Anna, a bit nervously. "But I want to start."

"Why?" asked Corey and Jerry simultaneously.

"Cause I'm tired of you boys always having all the fun!" said Anna, a note of challenge in her voice.

Sandy chuckled, "You sound like my sisters."

Corey also chuckled and said, "My little sister talks like that too."

Anna lit up a cigarette, then offered the green and white pack to her cousin. "You guys wanna smoke?"

"Sure," said Sandy. He took a cigarette out of the pack, then took the lighter Anna was offering and lit it up. "Hmmm, I've never had a Salem before."

As Sandy handed the pack and lighter over to Corey, Jerry said, "I've never had a menthol cigarette before either."

"Neither have I," said Corey, as he shook a cigarette out of the pack and looked at it. In fact Corey had only ever smoked one cigarette before in his life. That had turned out very badly when his mother smelled the smoke on his breath and his father marched him out to the garage where Corey received a severe pants-down whipping with a birch switch.

"You don't have smoke one if you don't want to," said Jerry.

"Yeah," said Anna, "If you can't handle it, you don't have to do it." The fact that she coughed slightly after making this statement made the three boys laugh.

Of course, after laughing at his girlfriend for coughing, Corey couldn't very well back out. So he lit his cigarette and passed the pack and lighter on to Jerry. Corey coughed a bit himself, but after the first few puffs he found it really wasn't that bad. Could the menthol really make that much difference?

"They do taste kind of minty," said Sandy.

"They taste a bit like smoking Vic's Vapor Rub," said Jerry.

"You don't like em?" said Anna. "I think they taste.... kinda refrigerated."

"They're not really my taste," said Jerry.

Sandy shook his head, and Corey joined in with the other boys. "I don't like 'em that much either."

"Like you've ever smoked before, Corey," said Jerry, smirking.

"I did smoke before," said Corey. "Once."

"Smoking is supposed to be cool," said Sandy, "but according to that Surgeon General's report that came out last winter, smoking can cause lung cancer."

"Cancer?" said Corey. He vaguely remembered hearing something about that at the time. Probably his parents or teachers warning him against smoking.

"Who is the Surgeon General, anyway?" said Anna.

"I think he's the chief medical officer of the United States armed forces," said Jerry, "or something like that."

"Anyway, Corey," said Anna, "if you don't already like to smoke you probably shouldn't start."

"Yeah," said Sandy, "that's good advice."

"Good idea," said Jerry, putting out his cigarette. "Don't smoke it if you don't want to."

"Okay," said Corey, taking one final puff and putting out the rest of his cigarette.

"Anybody got any gum?" asked Jerry as they left Keesog Island for the sail back to camp.

The other three responded in the negative. Eventually Anna said, "Are you one of those compulsive gum chewers, Jerry?"

"Not really," said Jerry. "If we chew gum or mints, we could cover up the smell of the cigarette smoke."

"You really didn't like the smell of that menthol smoke, huh?" said Anna.

"No," said Jerry, "but that's not why I want gum. If one of the counselors or Asscons smell the smoke on our breath, we're all dead meat."

"Can't we just say that we were with other people who were smoking?" said Sandy.

"Possibly," said Jerry, "but unless you can identify those 'other people' and they confess, I doubt that would work."

"Maybe with a little luck we can get back to the cabin and get some gum before we run into any Asscons or counselors," said Corey.

"Yeoooww!" yelped Corey. "Easy on the ear, Andy!"

"Shut up, Corey," said Andy Miller. The Asscon had Corey by his right ear and Jerry by his left ear. The two campers were being marched along the path up from the lake.

"We'll come along peacefully, Grandma," said Sandy, wincing at the pressure on his ear, "this really isn't necessary."

"I'll decide what is necessary," said Grandma Belling, "you nasty little smokers!" The old lady had Sandy by his left ear and Anna by her right ear. She was marching her grandchildren along the path behind Andy and his captives.

Of all the rotten luck! Andy Miller had been on the dock checking in sloops as they came back from the Saturday cruises. The nosy Asscon detected smoke on Anna's breath and closely checked out the three boys who shared a sloop with her. He sounded the alarm, and drew the attention of Grandma Belling, who was sitting on the shore watching the boats come back.

Before they knew it, the four companions were being dragged by their ears to the Camp Director's Cabin. Corey shuddered to think what would happen once they arrived there.

What happened was that Boss Lemmon made all four teenagers empty their pockets. Anna sheepishly produced the pack of Salems and the lighter.

"Miss Belling," said Boss Lemmon, shaking his head in disbelief, "I can't believe that you would have cigarettes. Where did you get them?"

"Did one of these boys give them to you?" asked Grandma Belling.

Anna looked sick with fear and embarrassment, almost like she was gonna puke. Wilting under the stern gazes of her grandmother and the camp director, she was clearly about to confess to having bought the cigarettes, and having brought them to camp and having shared them with the boys. Who knows what horrible punishment she might receive for doing all that?

A thought shot like lightning through Corey's brain. He immediately recognized it, of course, and silently cursed Mark Twain for writing The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and then he silently cursed Mrs. Colby for making him read the stupid book in fifth grade. Finally he gave in to the inevitable, stepped forward and shouted, "I done it!"

"You done what?" said Boss Lemmon, looking stunned.

A quick glance around the room confirmed that everybody there was stunned by this admission. "Ummm," said Corey, "I mean, I did it.... I gave the cigarettes and the lighter to Anna."

"Really? said Grandma Belling suspiciously. "Did you hold a gun to her head to make my granddaughter smoke, and her idiot cousin here?"

"No, of course he didn't," said Anna, regaining her voice and looking oddly annoyed. "You shouldn't have done this, Corey."

"No, he shouldn't have," said Boss Lemmon, mounting his moral high horse. "As he will find out to his sorrow after dinner this evening."

"The rest of these little brats will get it, too," said Grandma Belling. "Nobody made them smoke!"

"Well, the other two boys certainly will," said Boss Lemmon, looking just a bit embarrassed. "But in the case of Miss Belling...surely you and her grandfather..."

"Don't worry," said Grandma Belling, cackling in a distinctly non-grandmotherly way. "We'll work out a way for my granddaughter to get her just desserts with the boys after dinner tonight."

Corey picked at his food, not in a mood to eat. His stomach was doing somersaults as he thought about what was going to happen after dinner. He shifted his butt on the bench, then unconsciously reached back and rubbed the seat of his white briefs, the only garment he was currently wearing. He glanced over at Jerry, who was similarly attired and also just picking at his food.

Up at one of the head tables Sandy Welles and Anna Belling were eating dinner with their grandparents. Sandy was also only wearing a pair of briefs, whereas Anna was wearing a t-shirt (with a bra obvious underneath) and a pair of white panties. It didn't look like Sandy had any more appetite than Corey or Jerry. For some reason Anna looked... almost....well, not really happy. But she sure didn't look like she was about to be publicly thrashed. Corey suddenly realized that Anna had never witnessed a razor stropping in front of the whole camp and probably didn't realize the full horror of what the future held. Corey, unfortunately, did realize what was in store for them all.

Soon dinner ended, and the evening assembly began. For the four doomed smokers, the proverbial bell was about to toll. The assembly seemed rather shorter than usual to Corey, but afterwards he could not have told anyone what the announcements were about, even if they held a gun to his head. His mind had been elsewhere.

"Come on Jerry, Corey," said Mark Guidry, the Fox Cabin counselor, as soon as the announcements were completed. "Follow me."

As Corey and his best friend got up to follow Mark, Corey noticed that Ethan Simms, a first-year camper in Fox Cabin, was also following his counselor. Ethan was wearing his full uniform, and Corey realized that this little kid would be holding the ceramic chamber pot in which the culprits would be expected to pee.... Wait a second! Was Anna gonna be expected to pee in the same chamber pot? In front of the boys? And they in front of her?

These questions were answered in short order when Sandy was told to join the line of doomed boys, while Anna was escorted into the kitchen by her grandmother. Well, that was some comfort at least, and comforts were likely to be a little on the sparse side for the next hour or so. As the doomed boys were led into the usual side room, Corey wondered if Anna and her grandmother were going to see the three boys completely naked.

"Alright, boys," said Boss Lemmon. "Line up in this order: Sandy first, then Jerry, then Corey last." While the boys rearranged themselves accordingly, he continued, "We are going to do things slightly differently tonight." He gave a little embarrassed cough and continued, "Since we have a young lady who also needs to be punished, we can't have you boys prancing around completely naked out there. Therefore you will keep your briefs on until it is time for your whippings."

Corey was quite glad to hear this. For one thing, it meant that Anna would obviously be allowed to retain her panties in a similar fashion. While Corey was quite anxious to see what was under those panties, he didn't want to see it under these circumstances, or have the whole rest of the camp see it.

"Alright boys," said Boss Lemmon, "take turns peeing in the pot." It quickly became apparent that Sandy was "piss shy", and had a hard time relieving himself with 11-year-old Ethan holding the pot for him. In fact Boss Lemmon had to practically start whipping the unfortunate boy right there to get him started. Eventually Sandy did start, and finish.

Jerry didn't have any similar shyness issues, but stepped right up to the pot, whipped it out and began peeing almost immediately. When Corey's turn came he found he was more embarrassed that he would have believed possible. In fact he had a bit of a problem getting started, despite a fairly significant urge to go by that time. The stupid grin on Ethan's face as he openly stared at Corey's adolescent genitalia wasn't helping matters any. Fortunately Corey did get the flow going, and before Boss Lemmon began making any threats. Finally Corey finished and shook himself off.

The boys were ordered to place their hands behind their heads. Then the door was opened and the boys marched out into the brightly lit Mess Hall. Anna was already standing there, hands on her head, and Sandy walked over and stood next to her, followed by Jerry, and finally, Corey.

It eventually dawned on Corey that was gonna have to watch all three of his cohorts be punished before his own turn came. Why the hell did he have to confess? Not that either adult seemed to really believe him. They had probably been forced to read Tom Sawyer in school, too.

The four doomed teens had to stand there, facing the assembled campers, while Boss Lemmon lectured them on the evils of smoking. The lecture was detailed and lasted for what seemed like hours to Corey, but was probably only a few minutes. Corey noticed that Jerry was already tenting the front of his briefs long before the lecture was over.

Finally Boss Lemmon told the assembled campers to watch what happens to campers - and staff children - who smoke. Then he pointed at the end of the bench and said, "Belling."

Anna wasn't sure how to mount the bench, since she had never seen it done. Boss Lemmon guided her, and soon her panty-clad bottom was presented properly for the strop.

Boss Lemmon raised his huge razor strop for the first whack, and Corey was glad to note that the big man was not raising it above his shoulders like he usually did. He still brought the tough leather down into sharp contact with Anna's panty-clad rump. Thwwaacckk!

Anna squeaked as she gasped with the sudden pain of her first ever whack from a razor strop. Thwwaacckk!

As Thwwaacckk! after Thwwaacckk! rained down on her thinly protected bottom, angry red streaks appeared at the tops of her thighs and on the curves of her bottom not protected by the sheer cloth. Anna's squeaks quickly turned into yelps and then into full-blooded howls and screams as the whipping continued.

Corey was becoming alarmed at this violence being committed on the backside of the girl he loved. He silently cursed the erection which was now tenting his briefs. Thwwaacckk! Damn his stupid dick anyway, Corey was not enjoying seeing his girlfriend thrashed. Thwwaacckk! Corey experienced a brief moment of rage when he noticed that Jerry's briefs were also tented. Thwwaacckk! Then he remembered that Jerry had been hard even before Anna's whipping started, and that his best friend always got hard, no matter who was being punished. Thwwaacckk!

Corey was just about working himself up to the point where he was going to tackle Boss Lemmon to stop his assault on Anna - and damn the consequences - when the whipping stopped. Anna was bawling on the bench, her panty-clad cheeks still twitching from the pain they had absorbed. All the exposed skin around the bottom of her panty seat and at the top of her thighs was bright red.

Grandma Belling made her way up to the front and helped her granddaughter rise from the bench. The woman helped the sobbing girl walk stiffly to the back of the room and face the wall. Then she took the pair of blue shorts she had been carrying - the same ones Anna had been wearing during the sail that day - and put them over Anna's head, hooding and effectively blinding her. Finally she ordered the girl to place her hands behind her head and keep them there.

As Grandma Belling made her way back to her seat, Boss Lemmon turned to Ethan Simms and said, "Take off their briefs."

Corey thought he had heard wrong, and that Ethan would be taking off Sandy's briefs first, since Corey had assumed that Sandy would be next over the bench. He was therefore shocked when the grinning Ethan grabbed the waistband of Corey's Jockeys and slipped them down, freeing his erection to flop around in front of him. In confusion, Corey stepped out of his briefs. Was Corey going to get strapped next?

Probably not. Ethan proceeded to remove Jerry's Jockey briefs in the same manner, followed by Sandy's Brooks Brothers briefs. Corey found it hard to believe, but for some reason he was more embarrassed to be stripped by a littleun like this, in front of the entire camp than he would have been marching in from the storeroom already naked. He noticed that Jerry was blushing, and was also sporting a solid erection. Corey couldn't get a good look at Sandy's face, but he did notice that the boy had gotten an erection from seeing his cousin get the strop.

Boss Lemmon let them stand there for a minute or two, giving the campers a good look at the three embarrassed boys displaying erections, two of them circumcised, and one in its natural state. During the wait Corey did a little quick math in his head. Their audience included 77 campers, 8 Asscons, 8 counselors, and approximately a half-dozen members of camp staff, plus the Reverend and Grandma Belling. Just about 100 people were watching four children get a sound thrashing. In fact Anna was the only person in the room who could not see the naked boys, or see their thrashings. Of course she would be able to hear everything.

Finally Boss Lemmon pointed at the bench and said, "Welles!" Corey noticed that Sandy was not shaking his head in disbelief as he unwillingly approached the bench and placed himself for his whipping. Perhaps he was too scared? Then Boss Lemmon raised the strop high above his shoulder and brought it crashing back down. Thwwwaaaccckk! "Ssssss!"

Corey suddenly realized that just over a week ago, he had been hoping to see just this sight. It wasn't nearly as nice as Corey had hoped at that time, since he and Sandy were now friends. It was really not as nice as expected since Corey was standing there naked, waiting for his own turn over the bench.

Sandy was obviously trying not to cry out as Thwwwaaaccckk! after Thwwwaaaccckk! painted his clenching backside bright red. The kid was hissing like a steam train the whole time - Corey remembered that part of the performance from Sandy's paddling on the second night of camp. Thwwwaaaccckk!

Eventually the pain broke through his willpower, and Sandy began howling. Sandy was certain to find this whole process barbaric, but oddly enough Corey did not. It wasn't like this was a surprise. They had all been adequately warned what would happen if they were caught smoking. It's a particularly stupid thing to do if you have no way of disguising the cigarette smoke, which will give you away for hours after the offense is committed. The way Corey saw it, the three boys, at least, deserved the whippings they were getting just for sheer stupidity. Thwwwaaaccckk!

And Anna wasn't any better. Though Jerry had warned her about masking her breath from counselors and Asscons, Anna had marched right up to Andy Miller on the docks when they returned and began having some pointless conversation with him. Corey supposed she was trying to distract the Asscon, but all she really did was guarantee they'd get caught. Thwwwaaaccckk!

Corey himself had smoked two cigarettes in his entire life. He had been caught both times, and would end up getting thrashed both times. The most ironic part was he didn't even enjoy smoking. He vowed never to try that third cigarette, no matter how much peer pressure he faced. Thwwwaaaccckk!

Sandy bucked over the end of the bench and grunted through his howls shortly before the last Thwwwaaaccckk! struck home on his tomato red backside. Corey was wondering if Sandy had orgasmed as he was punished. That mishap had occurred to Corey himself just a few weeks before.

As Sandy painfully got off the bench, the towel stuck to his groin. He removed it from himself and set it back down on the bench. Ethan moved in to rearrange the towel, which did have a wet stain on it that was not there before. The final bit of evidence was that Sandy had lost his erection - his dick was simply dangling, its head shiny and moist as its owner walked stiffly back to stand next to Jerry, his hands laced behind his head.

"Farnham!" said Boss Lemmon, and Jerry moved to take his place on the bench. Corey noticed the faint blue marks from the dozen stripes Jerry had received from Jeff's switch just two days ago. He wondered if Jerry could still feel the stripes - Corey couldn't really feel the four he had received. Once Jerry was in place on the end of the bench the big man's arm brought the strop back over his shoulder and... Thwwwaaaccckk!

This was a sight that Corey had never looked forward to - seeing his best friend in the world get the razor strop. Thwwwaaaccckk!

In fact there was only one boy in the whole world who Corey would less like to see getting such a public whipping, and unfortunately his turn was next. Thwwwaaaccckk!

After the third lick of the strop hit Jerry's clenching backside, Corey heard crying, but not from Jerry. He glanced in the direction of the sound and saw Robby Jones crying at his table. Corey was grateful to see Timmy Garlin trying to comfort the 9-year-old who was so upset over the thrashing being received by his cousin. Thwwwaaaccckk!

Jerry already fancied himself a Marine, and therefore one of the toughest guys on the whole planet. Thwwwaaaccckk! Of course in reality he was just a 13-year-old boy with an increasingly sore bottom. Thwwwaaaccckk! "Ooooww!" So Corey understood completely when his best friend began yelping in pain. Thwwwaaaccckk!

"Ooooooohhhhwwww!" As the pain increased, Jerry began howling and actually crying. Thwwwaaaccckk!

As Thwwwaaaccckk! upon Thwwwaaaccckk! struck home on Jerry's twitching backside, the twin globes became bright red and painfully swollen.

Once again Corey was developing an irrational urge to tackle Boss Lemmon and stop the awful pain he was delivering to his best friend. Thwwwaaaccckk!

"Yoooowwwccch!" But fortunately the whipping stopped again before Corey was moved to a completely irrational act. This was good since Corey tried to limit his completely irrational acts to one a day, and smoking a stupid cigarette he didn't even enjoy definitely fell into that category.

As the sobbing Jerry climbed stiffly off the bench and resumed his place in line, his erection bobbed in front of him. Corey's own erection had grown, if anything, watching his best friend get the strop. In fact it looked like Sandy was more or less back at "attention" down there as well. There's nothing quite like a dose of embarrassment on top of a naked, public thrashing.

"Lane!" said Boss Lemmon.

Or right before one. Corey forced his feet to move, one step at a time, heading for the bench, when he would much rather have run screaming from the hall. Well, at least he'd be able to do the screaming part soon enough. Corey lowered himself carefully across the bench, over the towel.... which his skin reported was still wet and sticky. Yuck! There was nothing quite like laying your own dick on a towel wet with a friend's love juice while getting a whipping. Thwwwaaaccckk!

Corey gasped, shocked at the intensity of the pain being reported by his backside. Nothing could possibly hurt worse than this. Thwwwaaaccckk!

Except that! Wow! Corey managed to not make any noise, but that was probably because he was stunned breathless by the pain. Thwwwaaaccckk!

"Aaahhhh!" Corey couldn't stop a yelp from escaping his lips. After only three? Wait, three of how many? Thwwwaaaccckk!

"Aaahhhhhhoooww!" Great, yelling after four - four of how many? Corey had forgotten how many Boss Lemmon said. Thwwwaaaccckk!

"Ooooooowwwwwwhhh!" Jesus H. Christ that hurt! Corey silently cursed himself for not paying attention, and for not counting the whacks Anna, Sandy and Jerry got. Thwwwaaaccckk!

"Aaahhhhhh! Ssssss!" Corey realized his breath was hissing from the pain, a bit like Sandy. He wanted desperately not to cry, but now knowing how many whacks he had survive made hanging on to his tears nearly impossible. Thwwwaaaccckk!

"Aaaahhhhhhhoowowwww!" In addition to howling and occasionally hissing, the combination of pain and frustration at his own stupidity made Corey start crying wetly. Thwwwaaaccckk!

"Oooooowwwwwwwwhhhh!" Once again Corey's mind disconnected itself from his pain. His brain was dimly aware of Thwwwaaaccckk! after Thwwwaaaccckk! hitting his agonized, throbbing backside, and it was aware of the howling.

Eventually Corey was aware that the whipping had ended, and that Boss Lemmon had ordered him to get up. He was surprised when he was actually able to climb off the bench, his movements coming oh so slowly and painfully, the lower curves of his bottom and the upper part of his thighs felt like they were literally on fire.

Despite the extreme urge to reach back and put out that fire by any means possible, Corey used all his willpower to thread his hands behind his head and stagger slowly back to stand in line next to his comrades. As he took his place he was dimly aware that Sandy and Jerry were still sporting solid erections to match the one Corey himself could feel, but didn't bother to look at.

Boss Lemmon said, "Hood them."

Ethan marched right up to Corey and placed his Jockey briefs over his head, the crotch right over his nose. Yuck! Corey was able to enjoy sniffing his own pee stains and sweat. After Jerry and Sandy were similarly decorated, they were made to turn and face the back wall of the Mess Hall, standing next to Anna.

After a final lecture about the evils of smoking Boss Lemmon dismissed the assembly, inviting those present to come up front and take a close look at what happens to the backsides of campers - and staff children - who choose to smoke.

Corey was slightly irritated by that invitation - Boss Lemmon had never extended it before. Not that it was necessary in any event. Campers had always strolled up to the front of the Mess Hall to view the throbbing bare backsides of campers who had just been thrashed. Of course this time the three bare boy bottoms were accompanied by a panty-covered girl bottom.

Or were they? A few of the comments Corey could hear from the browsing campers seemed to indicate that they were viewing four bare red bottoms, not three. Could someone have lowered Anna's panties after she was joined by her cohorts?

Corey mostly tried to ignore the comments he heard, almost none of which were supportive. He heard plenty of snickering and chuckles. Corey knew that his bottom was still twitching periodically from the pain, a fact that was frequently commented on. As much as he would liked to have stopped the twitching, it appeared to be completely involuntary, much like the erection he was still pointing at the wall.

"Well, their butts are all smokin' now!" said Vince Palmer. He laughed, and was joined by Eddie Gray, and several of the former Bears that Jerry and Corey had helped humiliate the previous summer.

Corey smouldered in anger, and he could almost sense Jerry's fists clenching.

All in all it was a thoroughly nasty way to spend an evening. Standing there with your incredibly painful, throbbing red rump on display for all to see, blinded by the underpants you had worn for at least twelve hours that day, smelling nothing but stale sweat and pee. As a final indignity you were able to clearly hear, but unable to respond to the laughter, taunts and insults from your fellow campers. Corey sincerely hoped he would never find himself in this position ever again.

On Sunday morning the church service lasted as long as ever. Corey was in no danger of falling asleep, since his backside was still so sore it was extremely uncomfortable to sit on the hard wooden bench for the two hour service. Corey was terrified of being called out after church for any kind of offense, real or imagined. His bottom was still so desperately sore that there was no way he could have taken six whacks with any hairbrush or strap on the seat of his briefs without howling like a littleun.

Jerry admitted to feeling the same way as they made their way out of church to shake hands with Reverend Belling and Boss Lemmon. Fortunately the Asscons did not call any of the four smokers out to be punished for "fooling around in church".

Two girls and 17 boys were not as lucky, and they stayed to watch Todd Ritter apply his short leather strap to the underpants seats of the unlucky children. The friends agreed that it was becoming a bit repetitive. Even Sandy seemed accepting of the process for a change.

Eventually Corey and Anna were able to disengage themselves from their friends and relatives and go for a nice quiet stroll, generally in the direction of the lakefront picnic area where lunch would be served in about an hour.

"So have you given up the idea of smoking?" said Corey.

Anna laughed, "Well, I'm certainly not about to try it around here again." Corey joined in the laughter.

"You know, Corey," said Anna, after a minute or two of silence, "you're not really a Mark Twain character."

"Don't I know it," said Corey, shaking his head sadly. "But neither are you. At least Becky appreciated Tom's sacrifice on her behalf."

"Oh, I do appreciate it," said Anna, slipping her hand into his. "Even though I got a whipping anyway, you did very nobly try to save me."

As they walked down towards the lake, Corey said, "How would you like to try being a Playboy character sometime?"

"You pig!" said Anna, as she stopped and took her hand from his, putting her hands on her hips. Corey was alarmed at this reaction... but he could soon tell she wasn't really all that upset. After a few seconds of silence, she looked at Corey appraisingly. "I suppose you're gonna tell me you only read Playboy for the articles and stories?"

Corey smirked and said, "That's my story and I'm stickin' to it."

"Hmm," purred Anna, grinning mischievously, "it is an intriguing idea...."

It was at that moment that Corey realized this could turn out to be the best summer of his life.

(Author Note: This concludes the story of the 1964 camping session at Camp Torowa Falls. The author is considering the idea of working with these characters some more in the future. This work could consist of episodes from future camping seasons, or from the character's lives outside of camp. Stay tuned to Corner Time, or the archive where you found this series for any such future stories.)

You can contact the author at: mrbwatson (at) gmail.com