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Girl Scout Camp Adventures
Chapter 8 - +Discipline must be maintained....+
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. The insistent buzz of the alarm
clock brought me back to the present from where my mind had been locked
in
a loop replaying the incredible events that happened in my cabin only
hours
ago. I had been unable to sleep ever since, only fitfully dozing.
I stumbled through a shower and breakfast, and with my third
cup of
coffee, I was feeling almost alive, as I sat at my desk and worked on
the
weekly payables. It took a sheer effort of will to focus on the task
at
hand.
Finally, I got into my rhythm, and my attention zeroed in on the
job. I was almost halfway through the bill pile when there was a knock
on
my office door. Muttering +Yeah?+, I looked up from my desk.
One of the secretaries poked her head in. +Dave? There+s a
counselor here to see you. She said you told her to come by before
lunch.+
Vainly, I tried to force my frazzled brain to recall who I had asked to
come in. Shrugging, I told the secretary to send her in. When I saw
who
it was, I remembered. It was Nikki, and she was supposed to meet me to
find out her punishment for breaking curfew the previous week. With
all
that had happened, it completely slipped my mind, so I put on a stern
face
and decided to see how it went.
Before I could say anything, Nikki spoke up. +Dave, before you say
anything, I just wanted you to know I+m really sorry and it won+t
happen
again.+ Her hands knotted nervously as I tried to maintain a severe
expression. I let the silence stretch for a moment, as her gaze
alternated
between me and the floor.
I folded my hands together, and looked at her across my desk. +I+ll
tell
you what. You caught me in a good mood, so I+ll let you pick your own
punishment. If I think it is fair, that+s what it will be, but if I
think
it it too easy, I+ll come up with something much worse!+ I lifted my
lips
in a slight smile.
Chewing her lip, Nikki thought about it, perhaps unsure about my
offer.
Finally, she came to a decision. +My father always said that bad girls
needed a good spanking.+ All I can say in my own defense is that my
brains
were still addled from the night before, or I never would have
considered
that request. As it was, the professional in me urged me to reject the
idea out of hand, but the last few days had encouraged my liberal side.
I
made my decision. Standing up, I stepped around my desk. +Sounds
fair.
Meet me at the firewood shed fifteen minutes after rest period starts.
You
can go, I+ll see you then.+ I picked up a folder from my desk and
pretended
to read it, not looking at her as she left. I had to finish the bills
by
lunch, and the time pressure, coupled with sheer monotony, cleared my
mind
of thoughts about the pending encounter. It was only when I saw Nikki
in
the dining hall at lunch that my concerns reappeared, but I could
hardly
back down now. Besides, I didn+t really WANT to.
After lunch, I went directly to the wood shed where we kept some
firewood
dry for outdoor cooking, and to start larger blazes/ With the the
campers
in tents for rest period, I knew no one would be up there. Inside the
shed, which was brightly lit from ventilation windows around the roof,
I
rearranged some tree stumps and loose wood to serve as a bench.
Sitting
down, I waited for Nikki to arrive.
At precisely fifteen minutes into the rest period, I heard footsteps
approach, then a tap on the door. Nikki+s voice. +Dave?+ +Come.+ I
replied. The door opened and Nikki stepped in, closing the door behind
her. She turned to face me. Nikki was about 5+6+, maybe 120lbs.
Short
brown hair came down to her neck, and hung in bangs over her blue eyes.
A
halter top covered her above average sized breasts, complimented by
white
denim-like shorts, white socks, and sneakers.
From where I sat, I could see her face held an expression that was a
mix
of apprehension and anticipation. I spoke up. +Since you were
twenty-five
minutes late, you will be spanked 25 times. I think you know the
position.+ I pointed to my lap. Without a word, Nikki walked over and
kneeled, then leaned across my lap, so I supported most of her weight.
In
this position, her ass was raised slightly, directly under my right
hand,
while the nderside of her breasts brushed the outside of my left leg.
Not wanting to allow time for second thoughts, I started in
immediately.
As I counted out +One.+ I dropped my left hand firmly to strike her on
the
left buttock. A sharp gasp from Nikki let me know she felt it.
Pausing
slightly, I delivered strike number two to the other cheek with
slightly
more force. This time, I thought I heard a small moan accompany the
gasp.
Strikes three and four followed rapidly, and by five and six, I was
sure
that Nikki was enjoying the punishment as much, or possibly more, than
I
was. This was confirmed after strike number eight, when I allowed my
hand
to briefly rest on her denim covered ass, which rose up to meet my
hand,
accompanied by a definite moan. Time to up the ante, I decided. I
temporarily stopped my actions, and told Nikki to stand up. She looked
at
me with a puzzled expression. I pointed to her, +I think those shorts
are
providing too much padding. Remove them.+ Anxiously, I waited to see
if I
had pushed things too far. With an unreadable expression on her face,
Nikki reached down and undid the upper snap and zipper. The white
shorts
fell to the floor, revealing emerald green panties, with a black
waistband.
High cut, it revealed her hips nicely. Without being asked, she
resumed
her previous position. I paused only for a moment to admired the silk
covered ass before delivering stroke number nine. This time, as my
hand
impacted her panty covered cheek, I could clearly feel her push her
pussy
against my leg, with yet another moan.
Alternating from left to right, I rapidly fired of strikes ten,
eleven,
twelve, and thirteen. After each stroke, for only a moment, I rested
my
hand on the reddened cheek lightly, feeling her squirm. I could feel a
small wet spot forming on my leg from the front of her panties.
Numbers
fifteen and sixteen produced clear moans of pleasure, so I decided to
see
how far I could take this. I told her to rise again, and hesitantly,
she
turned to face me. I reached out and hooked my finger under the top of
her
halter top and pulled her closer, turning her sideways. Idly, I traced
a
finger around the rear of her panties, feeling the muscles quiver
slightly.
Her eyes were closed, but popped open as I delivered a sharp smack. In
the
sternest voice I could still manage, I told her to remove the panties,
there was still too much padding.
The look on her face again got unreadable, and I thought I had
overdone
it. As I was about to tell her to disregard that instruction,she
turned
and hooked her fingers into the black waistband. With her back to me,
she
lowered the green material to the ground, revealing her perfect, if
slightly red, ass to my view. Stepping out of the panties, she
returned to
her position quickly, again with no comment.
Looking closer, I could see the red marks made by some of my harder
impacts. From where the front folds of her pussy rested against my
leg, I
could feel a warm, damp feeling, and I realised just how much she was
enjoying this. Also, she had repositioned herself so that her side was
in
contact with my dick, now as hard as a steel pole. Nine strikes to go.
I
brought my hand down on the naked flesh of her left buttock and was
rewarded with a low groan, and an increased feeling of dampness on my
leg.
Numbers eighteen, nineteen and twenty only intensified the effect.
Deciding to turn things up one final notch, after strike twenty-one, I
let
my hand remain on her twitching ass, massaging and exploring with the
tips
of my fingers. She responded by wiggling her whole lower body, and a
whispered +yes.....+. Abruptly, I removed my hand and struck again.
Whap!
This time, I used my whole hand to massage the affected globe. Her
wriggling motion was almost constant now, and my leg was positively
wet.
Number twenty three repeated the process on the other cheek, while
twenty-four was spread across both. I allowed my hand to continue
massaging, as I let the anticipation build for the final stroke. Nikki
was
whimpering now, as if begging for release. With my left hand, I spread
her
cheeks to uncover her lower openings. I raised my right hand and
brought
it down sharply, direct on her rear entry, the impact of the strike
driving
the tip of my finger inside. The stimulation pushed Nikki over the
edge,
and she screamed as a small stream of fluid ran over my leg. Her legs
shuddered as she tried to maintain her position.
Leaving her on all fours, I extracted myself and stepped to the cabin
door. +I hope we+ve learned our lesson,+ I said as I stepped out.
Closing
the door behind me, I realised that as deterrents went, what just
happened
probably was not all that effective. Ah well. I started back to the
office, but a feeling of tightness in my underwear indicated a visit to
my
cabin first was in order. The rest of the day passed with little
incident,
mainly as the campers were busy preparing for the evening+s main
activity,
the annual fashion show. The fashion show was one of the big events of
the
season. Many campers brought special items from home. Even some of
the
staff participated.
To respect some of the campers+ concerns, all male staff were given
the
evening off, and +encouraged+ to leave camp. Ordered actually. I
planned
ahead. The maintenance crew wanted me to go out them, but I begged
off,
claiming that Tracy had lent me the wagon to run some personal errands.
She had, but I don+t think she realised quite what I had in mind.
After
dinner, I waited for the maintenance crew and the cook to head off, got
in
the wagon, and headed out the main entrance. About three hundred yards
down the access road, I pulled the wagon off into a small clearing
hidden
from view, locked it, and made my way back to the Rec Hall by way of a
small trail. The rec hall was still dark, and I quickly used a small
maintenance ladder to climb up through a trapdoor into the old storage
loft, pulling the ladder up after me. We didn+t use the old loft
anymore,
and during the day I had tacked down a few boards to allow me to move
back
and forth around the Rec Hall without noise, and observed. At one end
of
the loft, I had a view of the dressing area backstage, and at the
other, an
old fan vent gave me a clear view of the stage. A couple bottles of
water
and a flashlight were all I needed. I dug a paperback out of my packet
and
waited for the entertainment to begin. The campers started to pile in
somewhere in the middle of chapter 12. The fashion show had a fairly
simple format, so that everyone could watch, a group of eight or ten
campers in a particular theme would go backstage, set up, then come
out.
After that, the next group would go back, while the audience talked,
everyone sat down again, and the processrepeated. I had seen the
program
at the office earlier, which called for +daywear+, +swimwear+, +evening
wear+, +sleepwear+, +staff wear+, and something called +nightwear+.
The
first group went backstage. I didn+t expect much from the daywear
category
out front, so I crept along the rafters to the rear of the hall.
Through a
hole in the ceiling, I could look straight down and see a fairly decent
sized area of the dressing room. I could see the girls milling around,
but
most of them had worn their outfits in, hiding them under sheets or
something similar. At the edge of my field of vision, I could see what
appeared to be the tips of a pair of bra-encased tits, but they never
moved
clearly into view. The campers started to move out front, so I went
back
to my seat by the vent as the music began.
Tracy introduced Jackie as the evening+s MC, and they started. She
was
sitting behind a table next to the stage, with only her head visible
behind
a light and sound controls. Each girl came out to +her song+, and
stepped/twirled to the end of a runway made from tables leading off the
stage. After spinning once or twice, she walked back, posed, and
stepped
backstage.
The first few outfits were nothing special, just nicer versions of the
usual items seen around camp. The kids seemed to enjoy it tho, as the
applause was loud after every presenter. My interested perked up,
however,
as Jackie said +Now, for something a little more +daring+, here+s
Sandra,
in a summer outfit sure to catch the guys eyes.++ From behind the
curtain,
out came Sandra, a blond, 15-year-old camper whose athletic body had
captured my attention repeatedly over the past few days. She had
wrapped a
large towel around herself, and as she got halfway down the runway, she
tossed it over her shoulder and let it fall.
There was a collection of gasps and applause from the crowd, and I
almost
joined in. Sandra was wearing a white +crop top+ that was about two
sizes
too small, with no bra. Her nipples could be seen quite clearly
through
the material, on either side of a heart shaped cut out that showed off
her
wonderful cleavage. Her belly button was exposed over the waistband of
a
tiny pair of denim shorts that had to have been applied with a
shoe-horn.
Every curve of muscle was clearly defined through the fabric, and a
vague
outline of her pubic mound could be seen around the front zipper. As
she
turned, you could see the tension of the shorts compress her cheeks
together. Sandals without socks completed the outfit.
After she left the stage to thunderous applause, the remainder of the
daywear group was anti-climactic. Deciding I would rather be
surprised, I
stayed where I was to wait for the swimwear group.
Through the vent, I could see the campers and staff milling around, as
they waited for the swimwear group to begin. In what I found to be a
surprisingly short time, Jackie asked everyone to take their seats.
This
time, the house lights were dimmed, and the stage+s corner spots were
turned on to highlight the center area. Jackie+s voice came through
the
sound system.
+Our first model, from the Junior division is Becky, wearing a
one-piece
from her +Baywatch+ collection. Becky stepped out from behind the
curtain,
an eight-year-old blond wearing a red bathing suit like the ones used
in
the TV series. As she pirouetted at the end, the suit rode up between
her
ass cheeks, highlighting them nicely. +Next is Trish, from the
Debutantes
(older middle girls). She+s modelling another one-piece outfit.+ Trish
was
an eleven-year-old brunette, just starting to develop. The green
one-piece
she wore hugged her curves nicely. +Our third model is Amanda, from
the
Juniors, with the final one-piece of the night, called Peek-A-Boo.+
Amanda
was 9, with brown hair. When she stepped out, she was wearing what
appeared to be a standard solid white bathing suit. However, as she
walked
the runway, her hand reached down and pulled off the side of the suit,
revealing bare skin. As she moved, additional sections of the suit,
presumably held on by something like velcro were removed, leaving areas
of
naked skin on both her sides and belly, as well as the upper center of
the
chest, creating a decidedly erotic look. +THAT was interesting. Next
is
one of our seniors, Jeanette, with her +Tie-Dye+ bikini, which she made
herself, here at camp.+ Jeanette was 14, and nicely built, with long
legs.
She had tie-dyed a white bikini with purple, pink, and yellow patterns,
so
that the patterns centered right on her nipples and pubic mound. +Next
is
Erica, also from our seniors group, in her +metallic fantasy+. Erica,
a
fourteen-year-old with bright blond hair, came out wearing a bikini
that
looked like it had been made of tiny silver scales. As she moved, the
metallic fabric shifted, catching the light and pulling looker+s
attentions
to different parts of her body. +From the Juniors comes Diane, wearing
+Pink Delight+. When Diane came out, my first thought was to wonder
what
parent sent that to camp for a nine-year-old. Diane, a blonde, was
wearing
a pink micro bikini-top, which had her breasts started to develop,
would
not have covered them. At is was, small rises of flesh around the edge
of
the pink triangles showed where nature was beginning its work. Her
pink
bottoms consisted of only a string around the waist, and a triangle of
fabric so small as to be noticed only by the color difference. As she
spread her legs in the turn at the end of the runway, the hairless lips
of
her pussy clearly became visible for a moment to the sides of the
cloth.
On her route back, the pink string that made of the bikini+s rear
literally
disappeared between her cheeks.
+Last, but certainly not least is Michelle, from our Rockettes
(younger
middle) division, wearing Neon Nights.+ Michelle, an eleven-year-old
brunette just starting to develop, was wearing a bright neon orange
bikini.
Nothing special, as compared to the last two, but when she reached the
end
of the runway, she untied the top and tossed it down, Underneath was a
slightly smaller neon yellow bikini top. The same happened to the
bottoms.
The lights came back up, as the models for the eveningwear got ready
to
perform. While interesting, I had hopes for better things. As the
performers got ready for the next set, I traversed the loft again, and
tried to peek in on the activity below. Alas, someone had hung a cloth
or
towel of some kind over a string that had been under the viewhole, and
I
couldn+t see a thing. Grumbling under my breath, I returned to my
position.
Some long minutes later, the lights finally dimmed. Out of the
speaker
system came a steady beat, one of the songs that were popular back
then, I
forget the title.
Jackie+s voice rose over the music, as the lights dimmed almost
totally
and a spot went up on center stage. +First up, we have Brenda. Brenda
is
modelling her version of our Girl Scout Uniform, suitable for more than
just meetings.+ She wasn+t kidding. Brenda, a leggy 15 year old with
light
auburn hair and a muscular build had made some major changes to the
uniform. The standard skirt had been lengthened to mid-calf, with a
slit
side that allowed her light leg to show almost to her hip when she
walked.
As she turned, the high cut revealed a flash of her white panties. She
had
shortened the sleeves of the uniform top, and left the upper two
buttons
open, with a neckerchief hanging below the opening, which drew the
viewers
eyes to the tops of her young, firm, breasts. A slightly small vest,
and a
beret at a rakish angle completed the ensemble. This outfit could turn
a
Girl Scout recruiting poster into a porno film ad. Brenda left the
stage
to thunderous applause.
The spotlight refocused on the center stage. Next up is Janine, from
our
Rockettes division, wearing the +layered+ look. Janine stepped out
from
behind the curtain. Initially, her outfit was not very impressive,
consisting of just a navy sweatshirt and white sweat pants. A
different
voice came over the sound system, a camper, but I could not recognise
it,
or see the speaker. +Not all evenings are fancy dress affairs.
Sometimes,
you want something a little more comfortable, less formal, and more
versatile. Janine tossed her light brown hair over her shoulder.
+First, we have a basic sweat outfit, good for a walk on the beach, or
a
trip to the movies. Janine posed. +If you feel a bit warm, you can
remove
the top.+ Janine reached down, and with that crossed arm motion I
always
find so exciting, quickly removed the sweatshirt. Underneath was a
tight
black T-shirt that outlined her girlish curves and budding tits.
+Still warm? Off with the bottoms!+ With a swing of her hips, Janine
pulled the sweatpants down her legs and over her bare feet. This
revealed
a dark green pair of parachute pants that billowed out around her legs.
+If after all that, you are still a bit warm, you can go one layer
further.+ Again with the crossed arm motion, Joanne skinned off the
T-shirt
and tossed her hair again. A pale yellow sports bra highlighted her
now
revealed tummy. Tiny bumps could be seen through the stretching
fabric.
+Finally, after you get home, its time to get comfortable....+ With a
quick motion, she grasped the tie to the parachute pants and pulled.
Dropping to the floor, they revealed a pair of light yellow boxer
shorts
that matched the bra. Janine took a quick turn on the catwalk,
gathered up
her clothes, and returned backstage. While interesting, neither of the
next two presenters were worth detailing. Peri, a junior modelled a
fancy
dress, and Belle modelled an evening gown that would have been far more
attractive on someone who, shall we say, was a little more slender.
There was an expectant hum from the crowd as the last eveningwear
model
got ready. This was traditionally a counselor, in a spectacular
outfit.
I wasn+t disappointed. +Our final eveningwear model is Terri, who is
modelling a selection from a certain well-known catalog.+ As I heard
the
name, I immediately perked up. Terri was a tall brunette with hazel
eyes.
She tended to wear baggy, loose clothing around camp, but even that
could
not conceal what appeared to be a spectacular figure. When she stepped
out
into the circle of light formed by the spot, my dick, in all
seriousness,
turned into a bar of iron. Terri was wearing a one piece dress of a
spandex like material, bright red. Two shoulder straps scooped down
into a
plunging v-neck which displayed the cleavage between her pert breasts.
A
zipper travelled the full length of the dress to a high cut hem. If
she
turned just so, a patch of shadow was the only cover her panties had.
As
she reached the end of the catwalk and turned around, I found myself
forcibly restraining myself from jerking off right there. The back of
the
dress plunged all the way down to just above a gorgeous ass, and the
short
hem produced only a patch of shadow even smaller than the one in front.
When she left the stage, the audience was too stunned even to clap for
several seconds. As the lights came up, I leaned my head back and
waited
for the lump in my pants to subside. Thankfully, it would take a few
minutes for the swimwear models to get ready.
Fortunately for my composure, the sleepwear selection was
unremarkable,
consisting of sleepshirts, pajamas, and the like. As the presentation
concluded, there seemed to be a palpable tension rising in the room.
After
the lights were back on, Jackie sent the two youngest divisions back to
their beds. Once they were gone, the tension rose higher as the lights
dimmed for the last section.
+Finally, ladies, just for us older girls, we have our +nightwear+
collection. There are three presenters tonight, and I think you will
like
all of them.+ Music came up again, this time a slow and sensual theme.
As
the volume rose slightly, there was a flash of stockinged leg and cloth
through the curtain. I knew who it was immediately, as we only had one
African-american counselor, Keisha.
Well, the only word I can use is that Keisha +slinked+ from behind the
curtain. She was wearing a white terry cloth robe, and below the hem
of
the robe, I could see white stockings, which led to white shoes with 4
inch
heels. As I noticed the shoes, the robe dropped to the floor. If ?
had
needed to restrain myself before, I wish I was tied down just then.
Keisha
was wearing a white, tie-front corset, with gauzy sleeves covering her
arms. The zig-zagging ties in front pushed her ample cleavage up and
out
as her belly button peeked between the laces. Elastic bands were
clipped
from the bottom of the corset to her stocking, highlighting white thin
panties through which her pubic hair was clearly visible. As she
struck a
couple of poses, I could feel drops of liquid oozing from the end of my
again hard manhood. I didn+t have time to recover, because as soon as
she
left, the spot moved to the side of the stage for model number 2.
Out came Angie, a gorgeous brunette, who was dating Mike. I could
only
think what a lucky guy he was as I fairly drooled at the sight of her
outfit. As she dropped her blue robe, the tops of her tits nearly
spilled
over the top of a floral print bustier, which looked like it was ready
to
burst the tie that was the only thing holding it closed at the top. A
matching G-string panty the size of a large stamp barely covered her
pussy
mound, while tight fishnet stockings and black heels accented every
curve
on her legs.
By now, there was a definite wet spot in my crotch area, as I watched
the
spot traverse the stage. Standing there was Ilene, a petite blond.
Her
red robe fell apart and off her shoulders. She was wearing a pair of
brief
white floral panties that were tied at each side with small bows, and a
clip front bra, which she was covering with her arms. As the light
full
hit her, she dropped her arms to her side and posed. Everyone gasped.
The
bra had no front panels! Her solid pink nipples poked out firmly from
her
firm breasts, which jiggled as she posed. My dick throbbed painfully.
As the spot widened, all three girls came out on stage. As the bowed,
I
lost it. My head rocked back as I spasmed wildly. Without every
touching
myself, I felt the cum pour out of my spurting cock into my pants. By
the
time I recovered, gasping, from my intense orgasm, the three beauties
had
left the stage and everyone was leaving the hall. I waited for the
room to
clear and snuck back to the wagon, stopping at the cabin for a change
of
clothes. Thankfully, my jeans mostly look alike. After picking up the
wagon, I ran a few errands to keep up appearances and returned to camp
about an hour before curfew. I was still a little too agitated to
sleep,
so I decided to take a quick stroll around the grounds. It seemed like
a
lot of people were out, I barely saw anyone. As I was passing a trail
to
the lake area, I heard the sounds of giggling and splashing. Curious,
I
headed down the trail to see what was going on.
Apparently a few of the staff, taking advantage of the guys being out
of
camp had decided to go skinny dipping. Had I realised this, I probably
would have been quietly, but as it was, they heard me and grabbed their
towels, affording me only a tantalising glimpse of breasts and assess
as
they skittered past me. Funny though, I could swear one or two of them
winked at me as they went past.
Finally relaxed, I returned to my cabin to get a good nights sleep.
Thanks be I only had a 1/2 day on Friday before my day off.
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