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ST: Camp Tails - Part 01 (mmfb, spank, sex, public)
This is story is just fiction. It contains scenes of spanking,
shaving, paddling, jo and sex (both gay and straight) between
teens and parental discipline throughout the story. If such
subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor
(i.e., child) please leave now.
This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is
prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are
permitted only if complete including the copyright notice.
The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con,
including constructive criticism, and suggestions at:
YLeeCoyote@Juno.com
This and my other stories are available on my web site at:
http://www.geocities.com/yleecoyote1938/
Camp Tails -- Part 01
by
Y. Lee Coyote
******Series introduction.
This is a much longer story than I usually write. It is about
the highly improbably life of a fourteen year old youth, Tom,
starting in summer camp (Coyote Camp) in 1999 through the fall of
2000.
In part 1, Tom's friend Lee starts telling the story and then the
narration shifts to Tom. Tom tells the story in a series of
twenty-seven e-mails to Lee in part 2 through 5 taking us through
the end of the school year. In part 6 which starts just before
summer camp of 2000, the narration shifts to an external voice
and, to have a bit more fun, the story is interactive. (This is
easy to do in HTML.) From part 7 on, there is more about Tom
back at home and finally there is shift to Lee home town.
This is a companion piece to "I, Babysitter" by Sawyer which
starts at http://www.rdrop.com/users/mmsa/xxx/spank/st2852.html
in Jimka's archive. After my alter ego, Lee, was introduced into
the his story I had to come up with essay for the ever popular
"What I did on My Summer Vacation" theme to fit between his Parts
15 and 16. This is Part 1 of the story. For those who skip
Sawyer's story, you need to know that this is a couple of days
after Lee returned from summer camp and was at his friend Matt's
(14) house. Gavin (10), who Matt is babysitting was also there.
After playing ball all morning with the two, Lee tells of his and
Tom's experiences in the three week sleep-a-way camp at lunch.
Tom's e-mails to Lee (most of part 2) are again brought up in
Sawyer's "I, Babysatter -- Part 35", and even serves as a
catalyst for one of the younger characters to covertly exchange
e-mail with Tom. Tom's answers to Gavin's questions about life
are in the separate post. "Awesome Power, Awesome
Responsibility."
Sawyer and my stories are independent and both are complete
without the other one but they do share some characters. There
trivial problems with the time lines between the stories. I ask
that you ignore this little mess up and enjoy the stories.
***************
Coyote Camp has two divisions divided by age. I was a Frosh in
the teens group with the older dudes split between the Sophs and
the Juniors just like in school. (The Senior group is no more.)
Guys, I have lots of stories about the standard camp activities
of various sports and activities -- just the sort of stuff that
is found in camp advertisements -- but those will all wait. This
is a much more juicy and interesting story -- stuff that the
advertising brochures do not discuss one tiny bit -- HAZING.
It was SOP for ...
"What's that?" cut in Gavin. Matt had agreed to let his charge
listen to my report.
"Standard Operating Procedure." explained Matt, "Please continue,
Lee."
It was SOP for the Sophs to haze the Frosh. Basically, the Sophs
just gave us a hard time with stupid things like knowing the camp
lore and making us eat disgusting combinations of things. One of
the favorite games (well, for the Sophs anyway) was to paddle the
bare butts of us Frosh.
"Did it hurt?" asked Matt.
"How many times?" asked Gavin.
Well, it hurt -- a lot -- but one has to stand still, be macho
pretending it does not hurt and take it like a man. The worst
that I got was TEN in one night. It hurt more than when dad
spanked me but I did not cry. I guess being over dad's knee
encourages crying.
"Crying is sort of a confession and submission." said Gavin with
wisdom beyond his years.
The important thing is NOT to cry for then they pick on you even
more. There was one kid, Timmy, in our group who was the
youngest, smallest and a spoiled sissy. The Sophs were like
hyenas attacking an injured antelope and went after him three
nights in a row. It would have been alright if they hadn't kept
at him for he was always bawling like a baby after the first blow
and even ended up in the infirmary one night with an ice pack on
his bottom.
Of course, we were all afraid of reporting -- who wants to be a
tattletale -- to the counselors (not to mention possible
retaliation). The ring leader of the Sophs was Joel (almost 17)
who was my bunkmate Tom's older brother. He knew about how
things worked from the previous year and hearing stories from his
brother. He told John who was a Junior and who Joel had said had
paddled him in previous years. Tom was ashamed of his brother
who was a nasty bully constantly picking on smaller and weaker
kids.
The next night when the Sophs invaded our bunk, the Juniors were
right behind them. They put on a great show for us. First, they
stripped the bullies and threw their clothes out outside.
Happily, it was a very windy night and the stuff went all over
camp. Then they paddled each of them very hard. I can tell you
those WHACKS were like the sweetest lullabies I have ever heard.
Everyone of the Sophs' butts turned fiery red and they got a lot.
Little Timmy was really beaming seeing these bullies on the
receiving end. At first they got hard-ons but as the paddling
continued, the pain mounted and they started to droop. A couple
of them actually were crying especially the big bully, Joel. Oh,
yeh, all us Frosh and the Juniors too had tent poles trying to
escape from our pj or shorts.
Then they started with the haircuts. A couple of them got Mohawks
and one a reverse Mohawk. Joel got a broken one -- sort of like
an "L" shape. He looked really ridiculous.
"Mohawk?" queried Gavin and Matt explained.
The best was yet to come. One of the Juniors whispered something
to Joel who yelled: "NO WAY, MAN." They just bent him over and
paddled his already bistered tail again.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
His face dripping tears, Joel begged: "OK, I'll do it. Just stop
beating me, please."
Joel went over to Timmy and started to say something. One of the
Juniors, barked at him: "Say it loud enough for everyone to
hear."
Still crying he said with a breaking voice: "Tim, I'm just a
cowardly crybaby bully. I'm sorry that I picked on you. ... I
don't deserve to have pubes like a real man. ... er ... please
.. remove ... them."
John put a moustache clipper into Timmy's hand and said: "Do it,
kid."
I wouldn't have believed that Timmy's smile could have gotten any
broader but it did as he grabbed his tormentor's flaccid cock as
if it was a handle and started to clip his pubes. One could see
the tears welling up anew in Joel's eyes as his big thick bush
was reduced to mere droppings on the floor in front of a large
audience. The cock that had strained so mightily in his shorts
when he wielded the paddle now just hung limply perhaps even
shrunken by his shameful embarrassment.
After the Juniors chased the Sophs out and left, we were all rock
hard. One of the guys suggest a circle jerk.
"What that?" interrupted Gavin again.
We formed a circle and pulled down our pj's or whatever and
started jerking off. You know what that is Gavin?
"Of course." he snapped with real annoyance.
We all got off at least twice. Timmy had his first wet orgasm
and was very proud of himself. (I turned to Gavin and he looked
like a light bulb had just been turned on.)
Remember these porno pic we had I asked Matt where all the studs
had more than 10 inches.
"Do I ever!" Matt said, trying to hide his smile.
Well, this is the first time I saw so many hard-ons live. They
were much smaller -- like 5 to 7 inches. It was hard to tell
about the Juniors but they could not be hiding that much meat in
their shorts. I'll bet that porn stars are selected for size
like actors are for their looks.
The next day when we changed for swimming, the Sophs' butts were
still like red lanterns and most had a few bruises. One could
see how Joel was hiding his hairless crotch. He was a changed
boy after that. Almost nice.
On the night before we left, John brought Joel for a little
visit. First he paddled him real hard. That sounded so sweet,
even to his little brother. Then he had Tim trim his hair at
both ends. Timmy clipped his pubes smooth again and removed the
broken Mohawk. Although his hair was like a buzz cut, the sun
tan showed the L-shape.
Matt and Gavin were quite speechless after hearing this. Of
course, they agreed that Joel was real shit-head and deserved all
that he got. After they calmed down I read them the e-mail that
I had gotten just this morning from Tom.
September 1, 1999
The day after we returned from camp dad walked into our bedroom
when we were dressing and saw Joel naked -- his butt was still
bruised and his pubes as hairless as a ten year old's. Dad asked
what had happened and Joel told him some half-assed story about
losing a bet. I had to cover my mouth to prevent laughing out
loud. Dad saw right though him and told him he had a call from
the camp director. I don't know if dad had set a trap but if he
had, Joel fell right into it. Of course, dad often can tell that
we are lying. I wish I knew how he did that.
"What is the punishment for lying, son?" asked dad.
"But I'm too old for a spanking dad." pleaded my big baby of a
brother.
"I don't think so, boy; you don't even have pubes." Joel turned
white as a sheet.
Dad reverted back to old times. Sitting down on the bed he just
pulled Joel over his lap and hand spanked him liked he did when
he was younger.
I had the great joy of watching. Just as he started the spanking
another wonderful thing happened. My buddy Eric showed up and
saw the big bawling baby getting this OTK spanking. Eric's
brother is in Joel's class and they hate each other. Joel is in
for it next week when school starts. (I'll send you an update.)
It only took dad five minutes with his bare hand to turn Joel
into a bawling little boy. The first few strokes did not seem to
do much but redden Joel's cheeks. But with SMACK, SMACK, SMACK
dad got through to my dumb ass sibling. As he worked his way
over the entire target area Joel lost his macho resolve. I think
those five quick SLAPS at the bottom of the bottom area pushed
him over the edge.
Joel caved in real fast considering how much he took when he was
paddled by the Juniors. This day it was just like when Joel was
ten. He was yelling and bawling and promising to be good
forever.
Then he had Joel kneel over the bed and gave him an even dozen
with his heavy leather belt. Joel miscounted and got two extra
for his mistakes.
Then I really got some shocks of my own. Dad then told us that
the camp director had also said Joel had behaved much better
_after_ he had his pubes clipped so that he had decided that Joel
would not have any until he showed that he can act like a man not
just a bullying boy. I was sent to get dad's razor and shaving
cream and a wet washcloth and a towel.
Dad made Joel lie on the towel and then told ME, YES, ME, to
shave big brother's pubes. I almost came then and there in my
pants. Boy was that FUN!! Both Eric and I had huge dripping
boners. Following dad's instructions, I covered Joel's clipped
bush with the shaving cream and very carefully and throughly
removed all traces of hair on his pubes, balls and even up to his
belly button. Joel could not watch this assault to his dignity
and person.
Then dad laid down the law to Joel and me. For a change I liked,
no, LOVED, it.
1. Joel was not to take any sort of revenge for what happen on
me or else he would never have any pubes.
2. He was ask me to shave him every week until further notice.
3. I was to be in charge since I was more grown up than my
smooth crotch brother.
4. His curfew was now 8 pm.
Joel tried to appeal but dad told him to "Stow it, boy." and
parked him in a corner.
Eric and I went to the woods and wacked off several times. We
would have liked to have done it looking at my red tailed
_little_ brother but I had the feeling that dad wanted Joel left
alone to think. This was not a time to cross dad.
It going to nice for the next few months.
Have fun buddy.
Tom
++++++
I think that Tom is going to have fun being the big brother now
that his brother been cut down to size.
"That sure sound like fun." giggled Gavin with a gleam in his
eyes.
The End
© Copyright A.I.L. November 14, 1999
Y.
Valid return address is <YLeeCoyote@Juno.com>
(Posting address is for the spammers)
See my stories at:
http://www.geocities.com/yleecoyote1938/
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