Summer Camp
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They could see absolutely everything anyway, the way Lucile was bent over with her legs spread, Betty thought to herself.
WHOOSH—CRACK! The cane painted another even line of scarlet across Lucille's creamy flesh, about an inch below the first one. And once again, the unfortunate girl jumped up and screamed, hopping from one foot to another.
Joseph sighed. "Very well. Mr. Turbott... if you wouldn't mind?"
"Certainly." The elderly man walked calmly to the other side of the huge wooden desk, facing the class. Once Lucille had reluctantly bent back over it, he took both her wrists in his hands, holding her firmly in place. "Oh do stop making such a fuss," he tutted. "I've seen people half your age and half your size take a far more severe beating with a lot less complaint."
"Thank you, Mr. Turbott." Once again, Joseph lined up the slender wooden rod.
The assembled women all watched, fascinated, as the striking Mr. Hughes applied another four crisp, even strokes to the now crying girl's naked behind. Then he paused.
"Mr. Turbott. She has earned herself extra – and I thought we might give her a little half-time break. Would you care to do the honors?"
"It would be my pleasure." Letting go of her wrists, Mr. Turbott walked around the desk and positioned himself directly behind Lucille's naked, striped hindquarters.
Betty and the others could no longer see exactly what was happening, but they could hear it. Repeated slaps of a hard hand on soft flesh and a stern lecture throughout.
"This is what happens when you touch yourself here without permission, like some cheap little slut," Mr. Turbott was saying, punctuating each word with a firm smack. "I do hope it was worth it, young lady, and remember, little girls who behave like whores will be treated as such."
He was spanking her between the legs, Betty realized, with horrified fascination. Then she blushed furiously as she found herself wondering what that would feel like.
Eventually, he stopped. "Are you ready for the remainder of your caning now?"
"Oh Sir, yes Sir," Lucille gasped. "Yes, please."
To her credit, she took the remaining six strokes with remarkable stoicism, barely even crying out. Once Joseph had finished, he handed the cane to Auntie, who was standing nearby. "Now, you may stand. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Slowly, obviously fighting the urge to rub the scarlet tracks across her buttocks, Lucille straightened up and turned around to face the class.
"Th- thank you for punishing me, Sir," she began quietly. "And if I may, I'd also like to say something to the other girls in my group."
"If it's brief."
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. You know what for. I... I deserved this and I hope there will be no hard feelings."
Betty, Lauren, Sandy, Nancy and Emma stared, open-mouthed with astonishment. Eventually, Nancy raised her hand.
"Yes, Nancy?" Auntie called out.
"I think I speak on behalf of the rest of us when I say thank you. Apology accepted."
"Well," Joseph said, his eyes glinting with mild amusement, "I'm not entirely sure what that was all about, but I'm glad we've sorted things out – whatever they were. Now Lucille, you may put your dress back on. Everyone who is not in Group B, you may now leave and resume your normal classes. Thank you for your attendance and I hope this has been a lesson – and a warning – to all of you. Lucille will also be writing a letter to her husband, describing what she has done and how she was punished accordingly, won't you young lady?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Well then, let's get on. We need to go over a few things before you girls go home tomorrow."
EPILOGUE
A month had passed since his wife's camp attendance, and as Jeremy made his way home from work, he marveled for the millionth time over the change in Betty since their return.
Whereas he used to loathe coming home, he found himself looking forward to it more every day since the camp had ended. As Mr. Hughes had suggested and Jeremy had requested, Betty now called her husband nothing but 'Daddy', and they had completely changed their routine. And today he had something special planned for her — a sort of surprise to celebrate their 'anniversary' — the completion of one whole month living the domestic discipline lifestyle.
Thinking of what was to come that evening, Jeremy pressed his foot down on the Fairlane's accelerator with more fervor and couldn't help but smile as he turned onto the road on which he and Betty lived.
"Daddy!" Betty flung her arms around her husband's neck as he came through the front door.
"Hello, my little sugar plum!" Jeremy smiled and kissed the crown of her curly red hair. "You remember what I told you this morning?"
Betty nodded, excitedly. "You said we were going to celebrate."
"We are! Tonight, you can choose what you want to do — it's completely up to you. Whatever you like, we'll do it. Your call."
Betty knew instantly what she wanted, but she felt almost embarrassed to ask for it. Burying her face in Jeremy's shoulder to hide her blushes, she murmured her request so quietly that it was inaudible.
"Honey, say that again. I didn't hear it." Jeremy cupped her chin in his broad palm and tilted her face up, forcing her to look at him. He smiled when he saw how flushed her face was.
"Sweetie, you don't have to be ashamed. Just tell me what you want."
Had he asked her that question a month ago, Betty would have requested an extravagant meal in an expensive restaurant, or perhaps some new jewelry. But now, after her stay in the camp, she had other ideas.
"I... um... I would like you to spank me," Betty whispered, gazing at the floor.
Jeremy was careful not to show his surprise. "And why would you like me to do that? You behaved yourself today, didn't you?"
"Yes, but... I would like you to spank me anyway."
"May I ask why?"
"I..." she trailed off, her face burning crimson. "Just do it. I enjoy it when you spank me."
"You enjoy it?" Jeremy was incredulous. "How on earth can you enjoy it?"
"Well, I find it exciting. It makes me feel... you know."
Jeremy understood instantly what she meant, and a great wave of affection for his young wife flooded his heart. "I see," he said, smiling indulgently. "Well then, I think we ought to go upstairs, don't you?"
Betty nodded, happily. "I do."
Jeremy took her small hand in his large one. "Come along, then, darling."
* * * * *
Half an hour later, Betty writhed and squirmed over her husband's lap, the building fire in her behind matched only by the burning desire between her frantically kicking legs.
Jeremy's hard hand beat a relentless tattoo on her rapidly reddening buttocks, but she was focusing far more on the pulsating heat in her nether region. "Daddy," she gasped, "Daddy!"
Jeremy paused, his hand still in the air. "Yes, sweetie?"
"I want you to... touch me."
Jeremy grinned at her request. He had been admiring the obvious glint of moisture between her thighs for quite some time, and was glad she had finally taken the initiative and told him what she wanted. He slid his right hand over her naked buttocks, enjoying Betty's gasp of discomfort at the sudden friction over her sore flesh, and then let his fingers wander down to the sensitive bundle of nerves Mr. Hughes had told the gentlemen about after the women had left the classroom. He had been saving this treat for a special occasion, and the reward was instant. Betty let out a deep, throaty moan and clutched at his trouser leg.
"Did you mean like this, baby?" Jeremy stroked her bud as he had been taught, his own arousal growing at the supremely erotic sight of his wife thrusting herself against his fingers.
"Ooh yes, Daddy, oh, that feels so good!" Betty ground herself against her husband's hand, covering his nimble digits with slippery proof of her excitement. She didn't know where he had learned to do what he was doing right then, but she didn't care. All she could think of was the sensations he was creating, and that she didn't want him to stop.
Ever.
CRACK! SLAP! SMACK! Without warning, Jeremy stopped stroking Betty's clit and went back to spanking her.
His wife groaned with frustration and renewed pain. "Daddy!" she screamed, "No! Please... don't stop touching me... please carry on with what you were doing before!"
Jeremy smiled at her pleas, but continued to spank her all the same. He enjoyed the sounds his hand made on her bare behind, he enjoyed the deep shade of crimson he was able to create on her creamy skin, he enjoyed Betty's hisses of pain.
"Now, Betty, why should I do that?" he murmured, gently.
"Because it feels so good, Daddy! Because I was about to..." she trailed off, shyly.
"You were about to... what?"
Betty almost wept with frustration. Sometimes she got the impression that her husband took a delight in taunting her.
"I was about to explode, Daddy," she mumbled, quietly.
"You were?" SLAP! CRACK! SPANK! SMACK! Jeremy slapped her buttocks four more times, hard, and then he relented and let his hand slide back to the sticky warmth between her legs.
Betty responded with a cry of delight; a sound that made Jeremy even more determined to pleasure her. Quickening the pace, he tried to remember what Mr. Hughes had said in the classroom during the half-time visit…
"That spot is more sensitive than you could ever imagine," the disciplinarian had said, beaming around the room. "If you tease it for too long and with too much pressure, it could become painful for your wife after a while. The trick is to vary the sensations, and when you see that the movements you are making are the right ones, you gradually increase the speed until your wife climaxes."
All the men in attendance had been fascinated by the extra lessons, and were incredibly grateful to learn how to make sex more interesting for their wives.
Jeremy's thoughts were interrupted by Betty, who bucked over his knees, let out a loud cry, and then he felt moisture seep into the palm of his hand. She gasped a few times, and then he felt her previously tense body relax.
A minute of silence, then she spoke up. "Daddy?"
"Yes, my little angel?"
"May I get up off your lap now? I want to pleasure you in return..."
"As if you have to ask!"
With a flushed face and a hot, sore bottom, Betty wriggled off his lap. Jeremy had spanked her sitting on the edge of their marital bed, and now she pushed him down on to the mattress, kissing him with more fervor than she had ever shown before.
Much later that night, Jeremy and Betty lay in each other's arms. Neither was able to sleep, but both were exhausted from their frantic lovemaking.
"Daddy?" Betty murmured, her hand gently stroking her husband's chest.
"Yes, darling?"
"Thank you for making me go to that camp."
He chuckled. "No, honey, thank you for going!"
"I never thought it would make such a difference. And I have to admit; after the first five minutes there, I was determined to leave. I only stayed because they wouldn't let me go! But now..."
"Now what?"
Betty thought for a moment. "Now it's made such a huge difference. I never would have imagined that I needed to be loved and comforted by you this way. It's such a good idea!"
"True. I never thought I would be able to treat you like my baby girl, but it would seem that you're never too old to learn, are you?"
"No. I love you."
"I love you too, my little angel."
They fell silent then, both deep in thought. Jeremy was thanking his lucky stars for the circumstances that had saved their marriage, and Betty was merely overwhelmed with love and longing for Jeremy, her husband— her Daddy.
As he watched his young, attractive wife fall asleep, Jeremy was unable to suppress a smile.
Little did Betty know that this was only the beginning. Mr. Hughes had taught him and the other husbands well, and Jeremy couldn't wait to demonstrate to his wife all the other tricks he had learned. From being given a pacifier at night, to having suppositories administered to her occasionally, his little Betty would soon learn that there were a lot more elements to their new lifestyle of which she had not been aware. Jeremy was certain that they would both have a lot of fun trying them all out.
THE END.
Tabitha Black
I've been lucky enough to be able to combine my two great passions in life - writing and bdsm - since 2005.
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