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>Even though I already responded to this thread I >decided to share a story about Summer Camp and being >on the receiving end. > >Every year from the time I was seven until I turned >twelve, I loved going to Church Camp. It was always a >fun time. When I was eleven Ramona and I went to camp >as usual, but this year was special, because my Cousin >Cassie was going to be going as well. She lived in a >different part of the state but this year she was >allowed to come. We were all in the same Girl's Cabin >so we got to spend a ton of time together. >Unfortunately anytime Cassie and I would get together, >we would always go of on "an adventure" which more >often than not resulted in getting spanked because... >Well we got the bright idea on day two to sneak out of >camp and spend the day walking and exploring the lake. >We asked Ramona if she was in and she said, "Of >Course" without hesitating. Fortunately for us, there >were clearly marked paths, so we weren't worried about >getting lost. We walked around for a few hours >enjoying ourselves and came across another camp. It >was a Boy Scout Camp. We ran into some of the boys >there including a boy that Cassie knew. So they snuck >out and hung out with us. We had a great time running >around, splashing around in the lake and so forth. >Well we noticed the time and decided we'd better head >back. It was already dark by the time we made it back >to camp and past dinner time. We were a bit tired and >very hungry, but we had a lot of fun. > >We tried our best to sneak in but we got caught by one >of the Junior Counselors. She chewed us out good and >took us to the Counselor Office. We were standing in >front of the Girl's Counselor's Desk and she read us >the riot act asking where we'd been and telling us she >was getting ready to call the Ranger's Office to >report us missing. I suddenly became the "official >spokesman for the group" She asked me directly, "Where >have you been." I finally said, "We were walking >around the Lake Ma'am." then told her about some of >the things we did carefully omitting the part about >going to the Boy Scout Camp. I figured we were already >in enough trouble so talking about hanging out with a >bunch of boys would NOT be in our best interest. So >she told us, "Girls, you three are in SERIOUS TROUBLE >for sneaking out of Camp and being gone all day." We >all started tearing up and apologizing. Then she said, >"You have a choice," and got up and walked over to a >cabinet, pulling out a rather scary looking hand >carved paddle. She sat the paddle on the desk and >said, "You have a choice. Either all three of you get >the paddle tonight and restriction tomorrow, or I call >your parents to come pick you up because you'll be >expelled from camp. You decide." We talked for a few >minutes, none of us wanted to be paddled and we didn't >know what "restriction" meant, but we knew what would >happen if our parents had to make the four hour round >trip to pick us up and take us home. So we reluctantly >chose the paddle. The Counselor said, "Ok let's do >this" and she called one of the female Jr Counselors >in to witness. After filling her in, the Counselor >called me up first, saying, "Since you seem to be the >ring leader, You're first. > >I walked up like I was heading to my execution staring >at the paddle in her hand. She told me to lean over >with my hands on her desk. I bent over and closed my >eyes bracing myself for the worst. Once I was in >position she tapped the paddle against my butt. Then >she stopped and said, "No Sonya, pull your shorts and >panties down." Oh my God, I was shocked to hear her >say that she was going to paddle my bare butt with >that thing. I immediately burst into tears begging her >not to paddle my bare butt. But she wasn't taking no >for an answer. She finally said, "It's either bare >butt or I call your parents tonight." Then she turned >to Ramona and Cassie and said, "You two are getting >the same thing. Which got them both crying. > >I finally turned back around, unfastened my shorts and >let them and my panties drop to the floor, and bent >back over. She tapped the paddle against my now bare >bottom and said, "I'm giving you ten licks." Then she >pulled the paddle back and I heard a sharp smack. I >cried out loudly and the fire spread quickly dead >center across both cheeks. My brain was was processing >the pain as the second lick landed on my right butt >cheek. I started sobbing loudly. She hit the left >cheek full on for number three and I cried out and >grabbed my butt with both hands sobbing loudly. "She >told me hands back on the desk" Then once I was in >position she gave me the next lick right across the >area where the butt cheeks meet the thighs. My butt >was totally on fire. After the fifth swat, I stood up >and grabbed my butt again. She once again, told me to >bend back over. She said, "If you come up again, I'll >give you extra licks." Then I bawled out an apology >and bent back over. I barely managed to get through >the last five licks, then when she let me up, I stood >with my shorts and panties around my ankles rubbing my >butt for all I was worth and bawling at the top of my >lungs. Then she called Ramona over and she was already >crying. The counselor said those famous words, I've >heard on a few occasions, "I'm gonna give you >something to cry about." Then she made Ramona drop her >shorts and panties and bend over with her hands on the >desk. That paddle hit her bare butt hard and she >started bawling and she rose up and rubbed her bottom. >Like me she was told to bend back over and if she got >up again it would be an extra lick. She bent back over >and took her paddling staying in place until the >eighth swat. Then she rose up and rubbed again begging >her to stop. She was told, "Back in place and that's >going to be an extra lick." She gave her the ninth and >tenth swats, and then said, "No stay down you have one >more." Then gave her a hard pop right across the sit >spot that made her scream. I was still standing with >my shorts and panties down crying when Ramona shuffled >over with her hands holding her butt and shorts and >panties around her ankles. I looked at her butt and it >was a dark shade of red. I started crying harder >knowing mine probably looked the same. Then it was >Cassie's turn. Even though she is older by a few >months, I think she was more scared than we were. The >Junior Counselor guided her to the desk and the >counselor told her to drop her shorts and panties and >bend over. She reluctantly pulled them down, begging >to not get spanked, but finally did as she was >ordered. She was in position and got the first smack >and Immediately screamed and grabbed her bottom. Then >she was told to bend over and was given the same >warning Ramona and I both got. She bent back over and >when she got the second swat she came up again >bawling. She was told that gets you an extra lick. >Cassie was bawling by then. She managed to stay in >place for three, four and five, but on the sixth lick, >she came up again rubbing her bottom for all she was >worth. The Jr. Counselor walked over to the desk and >said, Here honey, hold my hands. So she bend back over >and took her hands, leaning on her elbows. I expected >the Counselor to tell the Junior Counselor to stay >back, but she just nodded and then continued the >paddling. Cassie started up and the Counselor said, >"No honey, you have two more because you didn't stay >in position." She gave her the extra two, but I >noticed they weren't as hard as the previous licks. I >think by that point she was starting to feel sorry for >her. She let her up and she shuffled by us rubbing her >butt and sobbing. The Counselor no longer sounded as >stern as she had before the paddling started. She >walked over to the cabinet and put the paddle away. >Then she asked me, "Have y'all eaten anything since >breakfast." I whimpered, "No ma'am." and she turned to >the Junior Counselor and said, "Jennie, would you go >to the kitchen and get them some sandwiches, chips and >sodas, please?" she said, yes ma'am and left. She >looked at us, and said, "y'all are a mess. You need to >get cleaned up before you go to bed. Go clean up in >the showers here. We walked into the next room and saw >the showers the counselor's used. She told us, "I >can't let you wear those dirty clothes after you >shower. I'll grab some robes for you." We stripped and >got in the showers. While the warm water did feel >good, it made our butts sting even more so we all took >cold showers. Speaking for myself, that cold water >felt good on my burning bottom. > >We put on the robes after we dried off and then sat >down and ate. I tell you while the cold metal chairs >felt good on my hot butt, it was still uncomfortable. >While we ate, she explained what the restriction was. >"Except for meals and to go to the bathroom, you will >have to sit on your beds all day tomorrow, no talking >except for asking permission to go to the bathroom. >Also, Instead of sitting with your fellow Campers, >you'll have to eat your meals here in the office." >then she asked us, if we understood and included the >warning, "If you even think about breaking the rules >the rest of the time you're hear, you'll be sent home >and banned from returning. Do you understand me? We >all whimpered "Yes Ma'am." then she told us to finish >our food. > >The next day was a very long day. It's probably the >longest I've ever been quiet while being awake. >Fortunately after supper, The Counselor told us, our >restriction was over and we were allowed to join the >other kids for the evening activities. > >When we all went home, I confessed to Momma we got in >trouble and I got a spanking from her. I found out >later that Ramona and Cassie also came clean and got >spankings too.

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