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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
“I see.” Ms. Simmons finally responded. I felt her stern glare again on my nude form. I felt very vulnerable at that moment. “So Sarah...” she began as if reading it off of the paper. Why did I use a pencil? Emily must have changed the name to mine. “Instead of reporting for, your apparently well deserved punishment, I suppose you thought you would run away to the big girls’ side of the camp. Judging from your lack of clothing, you must have run away during the punishment. What were you thinking? How old are you anyway? Thirteen?” she lectured. “Miss…it’s not true. I’m the camp coach and that punishment order was for her.” I pointed at Emily as I said it. “You gotta believe me.” At the time I had not realized how much this made me look just like child pleading not to be punished. Though it was at that moment that I realized all of my identification had been in my shorts. “Look in her pockets!” “Hahaha...,” she laughed, “Surely you don’t expect me to believe that you’re old enough to be a coach. Nice story and I'll give you credit for creativity young lady but obviously you are lying in an attempt to get out of your spanking. In fact you look to be even younger than thirteen? I’m guessing twelve, but it doesn’t matter. Obviously, you ARE a little girl in need of a well deserved spanking and I might just take it upon myself to see that you get it without delay if you would like to continue with this game.” Emily suggested that she could escort me to the shower to get cleaned up and Brittany followed. As soon as we were away from the others Emily spoke up. “I hope you enjoy receiving every last smack of that punishment which you so lovingly wrote out for me. I know I'm going to enjoy watching you squirm over someone's lap like the little girl everyone believes you to be. You'll look so cute with your little bottom painted a nice fiery shade of red to match your hair, pleading that you will be a good girl.” I couldn’t believe this was happening, no one would believe that I was the new camp coach now. After whispering back and forth for a minute Brittany ran off only to return a bit later with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She swung it down onto a nearby shower bench and unzipped it. The first item she pulled out of it was a bottle of body soap and then two scrub brushes. Each girl with a brush in hand began roughly rubbing the mud away while I was forced to stand under the cold water. They were rubbing very hard and by no means were delicate with my more sensitive regions. By the time they were finished my skin had been rubbed pink all over. I was clean again and looking down I thought I saw a way out of this. The triangle patch of pubic hair that I always kept well groomed was visible again. Emily took notice of what I was staring at and correctly guessed what I was thinking. Brittany rubbed my face with a washcloth and while I was distracted Emily roughly pressed her hand right over my feminine mound. I felt a warm sensation and before I could comprehend what was happening, she had just firmly pressed a very wide wax strip over my crotch and then another in my butt crack. In a sudden motion she tore them both off, taking all of my pubic hair with it. The sudden burst of pain caused me to lose control and to my dismay pee began to dribble down my thighs. Emily and Brittany were loving every moment of it. “You know Sarah? You truly are stuck as junior camper for the summer. No one will believe you are an adult.“ Emily added while trying to stifle her giggling. “I can barely believe it myself the way you just peed yourself. I think it’s going to be a long summer for you here, but we’re going to enjoy it.” I had nothing to say to her. There had to be a way out and I would find it. “Brittany was kind enough to fetch some clothes for you.” She pulled a cheerleader outfit from the bag. This one was blue and white with a overly cute panda bear cub embroidered on the chest. “My little sister put this in my bag by mistake. She is in the Little Panda’s Squad on the other side of the camp. It looks like it will fit you perfectly.” As she held the panties open for me I reluctantly stepped into them and then she pulled them up. They felt at least one size too small. The thick cotton material pulled taunt around my behind forcing my butt cheeks tightly together and slightly lifting them upward. On the seat of the panties was a pattern of bear cub paw prints. I felt ridiculous. “I don’t know why you think you need a bra at all but we found one for you.” She held up a training bra which only served to flatten my chest even more. Next was the blouse and skirt. The skirt was very short, reaching just barely below my embarrassing panties. “Sit down.” Emily commanded motioning to the bench. She began putting socks on my feet while Brittany moved behind me and started messing with my hair. The socks were white ankle socks that were Lacey around the edges. If it were possible at this point I felt even more like a child allowing them dress me like this. “When I get out of this you are both going to be in a lot of trouble.” I spat out with as much venom as I could muster. “I may be small in stature but the other coaches will have to believe me when we meet close up.” My words dropped to the floor meekly. “Sarah, you keep telling yourself that. Make sure you repeat “I am not a little girl” over and over to yourself while you are bent over someone’s lap tomorrow getting your butt smacked and declaring that you will be a good girl. Face it, you are stuck being twelve for the rest of the summer and if you now have any doubts about that just look at yourself in the mirror.” Brittany had just finished with my hair and Emily had finished placing some black tennis shoes on my feet. I got up and walked over to the mirror. My hair was in pigtails and she had tied them up with blue and white pompom strands woven in with the tails. My pale white legs were all but completely showing and if I bent over just a little, my childish panties would be exposed. It felt as if some kid were staring back at me from the other side of that mirror. Defiantly, I reached up to take this stuff out of my hair but Brittany violently slapped my hand out of the way. “Come on Sarah it’s getting late as it is now. Let’s not keep Ms Simmons waiting.” I was shoved forward. It was embarrassing that these two girls were almost my age and yet towered over me. They marched me out of the shower lodge like a prisoner. The other girls had started a campfire and everyone was sitting around it. It was late evening but not yet dark outside. I heard them all laughing and telling stories until someone caught sight of me. The sudden silence was uncomfortable. Ms. Simmons stood up and beckoned me to come to her. “Thank you for helping me Emily. I see you got Sarah cleaned up and found some clothing in her size.” said Ms. Simmons. Then she turned to me. “Sarah, it is too late to send you back over to the junior camp tonight. However, I would hate to see you not get the disciple that you deserve. You can take this punishment form to Ms. Henson tomorrow. I’m sure coach Emily will be happy to escort you there. She will see to it that you actually make it there this time.” It was now or never, I thought. “Ms. Simmons, really you must believe me. I AM the new camp coach. I wrote that punishment note but for Emily. She is the child not me.” I balled my fists at my sides remembering how she had deceived me. This was it. Ms. Simmons sat back down on the log next to the fire nodding her head in thought. “Your story is absurd and I've warned you not to persist with this.” Ms. Simmons began. Already I felt the hope drain out of me. “You show up nude, covered in mud, and with a punishment note that has your name on it. All of these girls agree that you threw rocks at them and that Emily is their coach. Do you really expect me to believe ANY of this? After all this is the senior side of the camp, we don’t write punishment notes for the campers here. Honey, just accept that you have been caught and that you WILL be punished. If you insist upon making up stories your situation CAN and WILL get worse.” With my final hope dashed my frustration turned into blind rage. These girls had set me up and humiliated me. There was no way that they were going to get away with this. I saw red as I sprinted toward Emily and roughly tackled her to the ground. I grabbed her hair and pulled and then swung back to smack her in the face. Before I could follow through with the swing someone had grabbed my wrist. Then I felt a hand grasp my right ear and pull me up to my feet. I was disoriented and before I could get my bearings I was flopped over Ms. Simmons’s lap. I distinctly remember staring at my own dangling legs with my head down and my rear presented to Ms Simmons. Ms. Simmons flipped up my short skirt and brought her had down full force on my pantied rear. It felt like someone had stuck a firecracker in my panties. My first instinct was to get up and run. Before I could make another move Ms. Simmons had locked her leg in between my legs, tightly over my thigh. I could not move. I remembered the paw print panties that I had been made to wear and blushed to think of how I must look now. All of the girls that were telling stories were now sitting around the fire watching the scene unfold. Even with my legs spread a bit in this position, the panties held my butt cheeks tightly together and the taunt material pushed them up. It was as if the panties were forcing me to present both of my butt cheeks to her in a tight little package. Her next smack exploded right in the middle, soundly smacking across both cheeks at once. She concentrated the next dozen swats on that same area before moving down. Next her hand crashed down right on my sit spot where the mounds of my bottom meet the thighs. I could imagine my bottom turning a pink under my panties. Between the stinging and my frustration with feeling helpless I was already struggling to hold back tears. I didn’t even realize it when she had unpinned my leg and in one quick motion yanked down my panda paw panties. She never slowed her pace. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “I don’t know who you think you are running away, throwing rocks at people, lying with your wild tales, and then outright attacking someone. No ma’am, I going to put you in your place right now young lady.” It was only then that I felt a cool breeze on my privates. The other campers were all gathered around watching my bottom roast under her smacks in the light of the fire. I realized that I was kicking wildly but I could not stop. No doubt those sitting behind me were treated to a full view. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her smacks were now unpredictable but it was obvious that she wanted to make sure that every inch of my bum felt the sting. I felt like the damn holding back my tears had shattered. I was crying uncontrollably with my legs still flailing. I had never been so humiliated. “Well Sarah, are you ready to tell the truth and admit that you were just trying to run away from your spanking?” “You can’t do this you old hag. I’m too old for a spanking.” I shouted at her still defiant of my fate. In response she swatted harder, aiming every smack in the same spot. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OK, I’ll ask again and if you still insist on lying to me, I’ll add another item to this punishment form. Perhaps you would like to have an enema with your punishment tomorrow.” I winced in pain as my bottom felt more and more tenderized. “I’ll get you for this bitch and the others.” My words were broken up between uncontrollable sobs. “Such a mouth on this child. Suit yourself; you’ve just added thigh spanking to your punishment tomorrow. I strongly suggest you admit the truth. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I felt helpless. What choice did I have? Maybe I could find a way out of this tomorrow. Perhaps Ms. Henson will realize that there had been a mistake. “OK….OK” I began. Ms. Simmons stood me up. I had to concentrate not to fall as my legs wobbled. “I tried to run away because I didn’t want to be punished.” “How old are you?” she questioned. Eighteen.” SMACK! “Sixteen.” SMACK! “OK…OK, I’m twelve.” I’d say anything to get her to stop this. “Good, one more thing. I want you to stand up and apologize to Emily for being disrespectful. If it doesn't sound sincere enough I'm sure Heather would be willing to take you over HER knees for round two.” I swallowed hard, thinking of how I would never forget how I felt at this moment. “I am sorry for disrespecting you Emily.” I somehow managed to choke out through the tears. I then reached down to pull up my panties but Ms. Simmons smacked my hand. “No, you will leave them where they are for now and go stand with your nose pressed against that tree over there. I want you to think about your repeat lesson tomorrow when you report to Ms. Henson.” She tucked my skirt into my waistband and sent me off with another stinging smack to my already sore bottom. I had to take small steps, hobbled by the panties at my ankles. The campers chuckled as I pushed my way through them and out of the campfire circle. Emily was looking very pleased with herself. I had to spend the rest of the daylight with my freshly spanked bottom on display. The girls sat around the campfire telling stories. Occasionally they would glance over at me, whisper to each other, and then loudly giggle amongst themselves. Emily had weaved this lie and played me as her puppet. I felt nothing but anger about having to report to Ms. Henson tomorrow. Damn it, I had written that punishment order and not for myself. Now here I was, panties dropped, and reddened bottom sticking out, sniffling with my nose against a tree. After an hour Ms. Simmons came up from behind me. “Pull up your panties and follow Brittany. She will babysit you for tonight.” When I turned around I couldn’t help but notice the smile on Brittany’s face. “You better behave yourself.” she warned. I had no choice. I pulled up my panties and followed Brittany as I was told with my head hung low in shame. Ms. Simmons walked off the other way to her own personal cabin. I was led to the very cabin that I was supposed to have been left in charge of this summer. Brittany opened the screen door and held it open for me. She first glanced around to make sure that Ms. Simmons was nowhere around. Then in her best announcer voice she called out to the other girls. “Ladies, may I present your once fearless leader, who has been your entertainment for the night. You may now know her as princess red butt. “, she finished with a girlish chuckle. I felt my face flush in humiliation. -
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