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Date Posted: 11:08:11 04/20/16 Wed
Much of my life, I've enjoyed hiking and backpacking. One year, I decided to vacation in Washington State and go backpacking in the North Cascade Mountains. That was before it became a national park. The place I really wanted to visit was Glacier Peak. I wanted to take photographs of Glacier Peak reflected in nearby Image Lake (a classic photo shot). Unfortunately, the place is mobbed in summer. So I decided to go off-season in late September.
The first day on the trail was sunny and warm. Naturally that was the day that involved a long uphill climb. Some diversion was provided by wild and edible berries I found growing along the trail. By the time I had reached the top of the ridge where Image Lake was, it had begun to cloud over. I took some photos but was hoping to get better ones on a sunnier day with blue skies. So I set up my tent right next to Image Lake. I was the only person there. I got into my sleeping bag, hoping for better weather the next day. During the middle of the night, I was woken up by some noise. I thought it might be an animal seeking food. I located my flashlight and cautiously unzipped the door of my tent, but what I discovered turned out to be even more unwelcome.
It had started snowing sometime during the night, something this Southern California boy had very little experience with. The noise I had heard was caused by snow that had accumulated on the top sides of my tent, eventually sliding off the tent under its own weight and falling to the ground. That happened several times during the night. And each time it happened, I woke up and my first thought was that a bear was attacking my tent! Things got even worse. The moisture from my breath had condensed on the top inside of the tent and was dripping down on me. So I spent a pretty much sleepless night. I was absolutely miserable.
The next morning, it had stopped snowing, but the skies were still overcast. Glacier Peak was still partly obscured by clouds. I took a few photos. (When I later viewed those particular photos after my trip, they were quite striking. Although I had used color film, they gave the impression of being in black-and-white.) I waited by the lake hoping the weather would clear up, but when it seemed unlikely, I decided to call it quits and hike back down to my car that day. I didn't want to spend another miserable night in that tent. But as I was leaving the lake, I saw a ranger lookout tower I had not noticed the day before. And someone was walking toward me from the tower. It was a US Forest Service ranger. I told him my experience the night before and that the weather had thwarted my photo plans. He told me that, the next day, he was going to close down the lookout tower for the season, and if I'd agree to help him, I could stay overnight inside the lookout tower. I quickly agreed to do so as it gave me one more day for the weather to possibly clear up and hopefully get the photos I wanted.
We then both climbed the ladder leading to the room at the top of the tower. I thought it would be so good to get out of the snow and wind and be nice and warm inside the tower. Well, the inside of the lookout tower did provide protection from the snow and the wind, but it was anything but warm. I guess the wind blowing underneath the tower's elevated floor drained off any heat. But it was still better than being outside.
I had a long conversation with the ranger. I also began to pay more attention to what the ranger actually looked like. He was a big guy (but not overweight) and tall with very broad shoulders. He had a full rounded beard covering much of his face. And he was fairly young. Gay people would probably classify him as an archetypal "bear". Straight people might refer to him as somewhat resembling a mountain man.
We went to bed kind of early as there wasn't much else to do and it was getting colder. He told me I'd have to sleep on the floor as the bed was "HIS". It was cold on that floor, even inside my sleeping bag, almost as cold as it had been inside my tent, but, thankfully, dryer. I commented to him how cold that floor was. He told me he didn't want me to freeze to death as he'd have a ton of paperwork to fill out. So he said I could sleep on the bed with him. I readily accepted his offer. I was still shivering from the cold when I got into his bed. I tried to snuggle up close to him for warmth, but as soon as my bare skin touched his, he said "God! Your body is cold." I told him I couldn't help it. Being a slim guy, I didn't have as much "natural insulation" as he did.
He told me he did know of one way to warm up my body very quickly, but I might not like it. That piqued my curiosity, and I asked him what it was. He said he could give me a good "spanking" over his knees! At first, I thought he was joking, but one look in his eyes told me he was quite serious about it. He told me it would probably hurt some, and he'd likely have to hold me down forcibly until the spanking was over with. But he gave me his assurance that I'd feel a lot warmer after the spanking. I didn't think that a hand spanking would really hurt all that much. After all, it wasn't like "getting the belt". I even thought it might be kind of fun. I felt I could trust him. So I agreed to let him spank me.
He sat on the edge of the bed. He told me to pull down my pants and underwear and lie across his upper legs. Because he was so much bigger than me, it turned out not to be all that awkward or difficult for me to get into that position. I felt like a little child being in that position and very vulnerable. With his left arm, he pinned down the upper part of my body, and with his right hand, he began to spank my butt. He had massive hands, and it really hurt when his right hand landed on my butt. I tried to lie still and take the spanking in silence, but it hurt more than I had expected. I struggled to pull my body off his legs to escape that mean right hand of his, but with his strong left arm, he was able to completely overpower me and hold me down so I couldn't escape. But I continued to struggle against it anyway. I started crying, but he wouldn't let me up. That punishing right hand of his came down again and again on my naked buttocks. I tearfully pleaded with him to stop, but he wouldn't relent. His right hand continued spanking me without mercy.
I began to wonder whether this spanking was not some folk remedy for dealing with the cold that had been passed on to him, but, rather, a way for him to release some pent-up energy inside of him. I would have guessed that this was not the first time he had given a grown man a sound spanking. That heavy right hand of his continued to land on my butt. The pain had become so intense that I started yelling. However, it was doubtful there was anyone else around for miles who could have heard my yelling, and I'm sure he knew it. Because he was so much stronger than me, he could have done anything he wanted to me, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. I was totally at his mercy. I began to panic when I thought about what else he might do to me. But, to my relief, the spanking eventually stopped. I felt the muscles in his left arm relax, and I was able to get up. He asked me if I was still cold because he could spank me some more if I needed it. I quickly assured him the spanking he had already given me had warmed me up quite sufficiently. He placed the palm of his hand against my red butt and said "Yes. I think you're right. In fact, that butt of yours may keep me warm too."
We got back into his bed. I decided to lay my head down on the warmest part of his body, which was his crotch. He then insisted that, because I was already in a very convenient position for it, I should tend to HIS NEEDS for awhile. After giving him what he wanted (and what I had secretly desired), I enjoyed the warmth of his body and slept soundly that night.
When we woke up the next morning, we discovered an additional foot of snow had fallen on the ground during the night! In addition, there was a "whiteout". You couldn't even see the ground 10 feet away. So much for my photo plans!
The ranger asked me if I needed a "little follow-up session" with his right hand to keep me warm while we hiked down the ridge. I told him I appreciated the offer, but I was still enjoying the "benefits" from that encounter with his right hand the previous night. We then closed down the lookout tower which didn't take all that long. It only involved swinging wooden boards that were on top of the roof down over the windows covering them, and then locking the boards in place. The thought occurred to me that he didn't really need a second person to help him close down the tower. Did he just want the company or had he actually planned in advance much of what had transpired? Then we decided to forego a hot breakfast and head down the trail before the snow completely buried it.
For the curious, everything in this story actually happened to me exactly as I've described it, including the ranger inviting me to spend the night in his lookout tower, with the following exceptions: I didn't get to sleep in the ranger's bed with him. I had to sleep in my sleeping bag on that very cold floor. And there was no over-the-knee spanking, nor sex, as much as I would have welcomed them. During our conversation in the lookout tower in the early evening, the ranger happened to mention having a girl friend and that kind of relegated any desires I might have had to the realm of fantasy.
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