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Date Posted: 20:34:45 11/25/20 Wed
It was the summer that I had just turned 16 and was the first week of summer. I loved summer, the warm weather, later nights, freedom from school; a time to hang with friends, stay up late and do almost anything you wanted. That summer I was a camp counselor at an overnight camp up in the country. It was great, I was getting paid to pretty much spend time outside and having a blast.
I shared a cabin with Willie, who was also 16, but he was two weeks older than I was. I only knew that because he was talking about just getting his driver's license. Anyway, I only knew Willie through camp, we both had been going to this camp since we were 7 years old. This year, we were both camp counselors. I loved having a cabin almost to myself, instead of being forced to share a cabin with 10 other people, like when you're a “camper”.
It was a Saturday morning at the camp, I remember that it was saturday because it was the only day of the week everyone could sleep in an extra hour. However, when Willie was fixing the alarm the night before he made a mistake and let’s just say our alarms didn’t go off. Which sucked, since the Counselors were supposed to be the first ones up to get the campers ready for the day and provide supervision.
We were awaken by Mrs. Keyes, who was the camp director. She was a lady in her late 20’s. Mrs. Keyes slammed medal rod against our bed posts to wake us up in utter panic and shock. Willie and I instantly knew we were in a lot of trouble. Mrs. Keyes looked furious. Steam was practically blowing out of her ears. She ordered us out of our beds (we had bunk beds). There was one problem though. Due to the heat and humidity we both decided to sleep “O-Natural” and were butt naked under our sheets. I froze. I didn’t want to get out of bed naked in front of some woman I barely knew. Willie also froze and Mrs. Keyes patience was wearing thin.
She shouted a second time, repeating her order. Willie tried to explain the situation to her. Mrs. Keyes responded by going up to Willie, who had the bottom bunk, grabbed his ear, and pulled him out of bed. Willie let out a gasp in pain and was now standing, naked in front of her. Her gaze traveled north to me. I knew it was futile and stepped onto the ladder lowering myself to the ground level. Willie and I both cupped our privates with our hands.
After a few minutes exchanging awkward looks, she told us to put our hands behind our head. Once again, we did nothing and stood there frozen in time. She resorted to grabbing ears again, with her fingernails grinding our earlobe. We moved our hands towards our head area, not out of compliance, but rather to try and swat her hands away. She held on until both of our hands were locked behind our heads. To this point, it was the most embarrassed I’ve been. She looked us both over and I will never forget what she said as long as I live: “Looked like we have a shower (looking at Willie) and a little tiny grower (looking at me)”. I just looked down, not wanting to be there anymore, wishing summer was over and I was back in school. Wishing I could be anywhere but in that cabin.
I peaked at Willie, who actually was hung like a horse and he manscaped, shaving all the pubic hair away making it look bigger. It was actually even more embarrassing having him next to be, because it allowed her to make comparisons. After what seemed like an eternity of her comparing our packages, she told us to follow her. Instinctively we both reached down for our briefs on the floor of the cabin, but she stopped us and told us we would be walking butt naked. And yes, we were probably the only teenage boys who still wore briefs at the camp.
After a walk of shame, she eventually led us to the camp meeting area, where all the campers had gathered for the morning meeting. It was dehumanizing. Being led down to center stage in front of campers and counselors alike. Eyes fixated on two naked males. I had never been spanked before in my life, but Mrs. Keyes decided to use Willie and I as a paradigm for what happens when you fail at performing duties. All the campers would learn the lesson. At this camp, you better behave, or else. Mrs. Keyes took control that day. Every person at the camp knew it.
Willie and I stood side-by-side on the stage, butts facing the crowd (Thank-god). She walked up to the Willies side. I have to admit that I actually watched, I didn’t want to (more for the fact I wanted to give him privacy and not stare at that region) but I did. With her right hand she wielded the paddle and her left hand she gripped his penis (teasing it as she spanked), repeating the process with me until we had cherry-red asses and erections. She then had us turn around, facing watchers, in front of both boys and girls. Our faces were as red as our behinds. I could have died from embarrassment that day. That day marked a new regime at Camp Lincoln.