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Alex_b
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THE ADVENTURES OF RANGER RICK
by Alex B.
There was a gentle wind blowing off the lake.
From where he stood in the ranger’s station,
Rick Breyer could see the tips of a thousand
Douglas firs bending with the breeze.
The treetops rolled like a dark green ocean.
Rick poured himself a cup of coffee and picked
up his binoculars. Taking a sip, he put the
high-powered lenses to his eyes and scanned
the woods. Midmorning is a good time of day for
a forest ranger, there’s nothing much to do,
the coffee is fresh and the world looks new.
His gaze meandered past the trees, over the
bluffs and across the lake. He focused in on a
small trail of smoke coming from the southwest
corner of the woods. This seemed odd because
Rick didn’t know of any campers out that way.
Deciding to investigate, he put on his jacket
and headed for the door. He was met in the
hallway by his girlfriend Dana Bramble,
a counselor at Running Bear Summer Camp.
Dana was a buxom twenty-six year old with
short auburn hair and a winning smile.
She wasn’t smiling right then, though.
“I want to talk to you!” she stated, planting
herself between the ranger and the door.”
“You mean you want to talk AT me, don’t you?”
“I’m serious!” Dana said. “There’s a rumor
going around about you and that horse rancher
from the valley!”
“Where did you hear this rumor?” Rick asked.
“At the Flat Branch Bar. I heard folks talking
about you and that Davis woman just last night.”
“Her name is Dreyfuss- Letitia Dreyfuss.
And what were you doing at the Flat Branch?
You don’t even drink!”
“I was looking for you.” Dana said. “I went by
your cabin last night and you weren’t there,
so I figured you must have gone into town.
Don’t try to change the subject! People are
talking about you and that woman and it just
doesn’t look very... professional!”
“Well, what are they saying?” he asked.
“What do you THINK they’re saying?!”
“I don’t know! She’s a good looking woman.
She unattached and I’ve been over to her place
a few times. Maybe people think we’re seeing
each other.”
“They think you're up to more than that!
Some say they know it for a fact!”
“Who told you that?!”
“Debbie Morrow! Dana shot back. “She's heard
all about it!”
“Oh, come on! She’s a waitress in a bar!
She’s bound to hear all kinds of wild stories!”
“Debbie heard this from Ms. Dreyfuss herself!
She told Debbie that you two had a little
meeting in the woods and that afterward she
couldn’t ride her horse for days!”
Rick thought about it a moment, then burst
into laughter.
“It’s not funny!” Dana shouted.
“It is if you know the whole story!”
“So is it true?” she demanded.
“Not really. I mean, I didn’t give it too her
all that hard.”
Dana brought her hand across Rick’s face so
fast he almost bit his tongue.
“Bastard!” she hissed as she turned to leave.
Rick snapped out of his momentary daze and
grabbed Dana by the arm.
“Hey, now wait a minute!”
“No!” Dana said, trying to slap him again.
But this time Rick grabbed her other arm before
she could strike. He held Dana’s arms at her
sides as he calmly spoke.
“Hold on. I think you misunderstood." he said,
guiding Dana to a nearby chair and sitting
her down. “I did run into Letitia in the woods
the other day and we did have a little meeting,
but believe me, it was anything but friendly!
I found her riding her horse near the east side
of the lake which is way off the horse trail.
I drove up and told her that it wasn’t a safe
place for riding and offered to escort her back
to the trail. She argued for a while then gave
me the old one-fingered salute and rode off.
So I got back in my truck and followed her
until I had her cornered near the foothills.
I was so angry by then I was thinking about
hauling her into the sheriff’s office, but then
I had a better idea. I remembered my trusty
oak paddle in the glove box, so I decided to
give her a taste of The Tear-Jerker."
“You didn’t!” Dana gasped.
“Yes I did! And you should have seen the look
on her face when I came out of the truck with
that paddle in my hand!”
“Did she make a run for it?”
“She didn’t have time! I dragged her down off
that horse and over to a fallen tree before she
could blink. Then I hauled her over my lap
and started whacking her fanny. Boy, did she
start yelling! Worse than you do!”
“I don’t blame her!” Dana said, remembering her
last encounter with that particular paddle.
“You really know how to swing that thing!”
“She deserved every swat! Anyway, I paddled
her for a good minute or two and when I stood
her up she was bawling and rubbing her bottom!”
“I bet you liked that!”
“She did look awful cute! Not as cute as you,
of course.” Rick lifted Dana’s chin with his
right hand. He leaned in and their lips met in
a soft kiss. All the tension in Dana’s body
fell to the floor.
“So all you did was spank her?” she whispered
as she wrapped her arms around Rick’s shoulders.
“Yeah.” he whispered back. “Then I told her
the next time I caught her, I’d use my belt.
After she stopped crying, she apologized, got
on her horse and rode away. So she couldn’t
have been THAT sore! She must have been
exaggerating when she told Debbie.”
“Not only that,” Dana added. “but the way
Debbie told me the story, it sounded like
something completely different happened out
in those woods.”
“That’s how rumors get started. First somebody
exaggerates, then someone else puts their spin
on it... next thing you know, it’s a scandal!
I think I’ll drop by the Flat Branch tomorrow.
Let’s see if Debbie can talk her way out of
her own trip to the woodshed!”
They both laughed as they shared an embrace.
Rick picked Dana up in his arms and sat her
down on the edge of the desk. She wrapped her
legs around Rick’s waist as they kissed again.
“Still mad at me?” Rick asked.
“Well, I am a bit jealous. I thought you made
that paddle to use on me, not some uppity bitch
from the valley!”
“I wouldn’t worry about that.” Rick replied.
Out of the corner of her eye, Dana could see
that Rick was reaching into the desk drawer
and taking out the paddle in question.
She squealed and tried to break away, but Rick
had already grabbed hold of her left arm.
It was a short struggle that ended with Rick
sitting on the edge of his desk and Dana
pinned over his lap.
“What did you think was going to happen?
You slapped my face, you little brat!”
“I was angry!” Dana explained.
“Yeah?! Well, now I'M angry!” Rick said,
lifting the paddle.
“Wait! You can at least let me apologize!”
“You’ll have plenty of time for that while
you’re standing in the corner!”
With that, Rick brought the paddle down
with a loud smack across the young woman’s
denim-covered bottom.
“Oooowwww!!!” Dana shouted.
“She started to squirm right away, so Rick got
a firmer grip on her waist and threw his right
leg over her calves. With Dana in a firm
scissor-hold, the paddling resumed and Rick
smacked Dana’s fanny with renewed gusto.
“Yow! You big bully! Ow!”
“Go ahead, get yourself in deeper!” Rick said
mockingly between cracks of the paddle.
“I guess I’m just not spanking hard enough!”
Rick started raising the paddle higher and
bringing it down faster. Dana noticed the
increased severity of the blows immediately.
“Oh! Ow! I’m sorry! Ouch! I said I'm sorry!"
“You’ll be sorrier in a minute!” Rick stood her
up and quickly unbuckled her jeans. Stunned and
out of breath, all Dana could do was stand and
watch as he yanked her pants and panties down
past her thighs. The next thing she knew, she
was back over Rick’s knee staring at the top of
his desk as the paddle began a vicious assault
on her bare ass cheeks. Rick held the handle of
the paddle tightly and swung the flat end with
vigor as Dana began to kick and cry out loud.
“Ooh! Rick, please! Ow! I promise I’ll- Ouch!
I’ll never hit you again!”
“Damn straight!” he replied with a volley of
swats that quickly had Dana begging for mercy.
“Owww! Okay! That’s enough! Ouch! I’m sorry!
I’m really sorry!”
Rick ignored her pleas and instead started to
concentrate on the lower part of Dana’s bottom,
just above her thighs. After landing swat after
swat to that one location for a minute or so,
she was ready to promise anything if he'd stop.
Dana was yelling something to him, but her
pathetic blubbering made the words incoherent.
It didn’t really matter to Rick anyway. This
little girl had thrown a rock at a hornet’s
nest and now she was going to get stung!
He continued paddling Dana’s bottom soundly as
he scolded her for having such a wicked temper.
“You get yourself all worked up over nothing!”
he said between swats. “Then you come up here
and explode all over me! And you should know by
now how I react to that kind of behavior!
If a man talked that way to me, I’d punch his
lights out!” He punctuated each sentence with a
particularly hard swat. Her voice too spent
to yell, Dana lowered her head and whimpered as
Rick continued the spanking and the lecture.
“Luckily, I know how to handle a hot-headed
little brat like you!
You just need to have your pants pulled down
and your bottom blistered now and then. I pity
any man dealing with you who doesn’t figure
that out!”
Rick kept spanking her bottom until it was red
as a radish and her body as limp as a noodle.
He then put the paddle down on the desk and
pushed Dana from his lap.
“Now you hustle your hot little buns over to
that corner or I’ll spank them again!”
Dana was already scampering to the corner when
she hit the floor. She tried to run but got
tripped up by her panties which were sill
bunched around her ankles and fell face-first
onto the bearskin rug with a loud thud.
She burst into tears once again and looked over
her shoulder for sympathy only to see Rick
coming at her with the paddle.
“You get into that corner!” he growled.
Dana kicked off those troublesome panties
and scrambled to her feet but not before
The Tear-Jerker caught her left cheek with a
loud smack. This knocked her off balance and
she fell forward onto the palms of her hands
with her bottom high in the air. It was an
irresistible target. Rick swung the paddle like
a polo mallet and brought it across Dana’s
vulnerable bottom with a powerful smack that
sent her lunging forward. She dashed for the
corner receiving two more stinging swats on
the way. Dana then stood in her place and began
rubbing her bottom with feverish intensity and
hopping around the hardwood floor in a manner
not unlike a Navajo rain dance.
“Now you keep that nosy little nose of yours in
the corner until I get back!” Rick commanded.
Then he ran his hands down from her shoulders
to her hips. He pressed his midsection against
her burning ass. Dana gasped. She could feel
his hardness pressing into the crack of her
raw, aching bottom. His hands slid around to
cup her breasts. Dana’s eyes rolled back in her
head as she quietly moaned as Rick whispered
in her ear.
“I’ll be gone half an hour- maybe a bit longer
and if you’ve moved one step from that spot
before I get back, you’re going to take another
trip on the bare-bottom express, understand?”
Dana nodded in agreement. Rick picked up his
keys and hat, then decided to take the paddle
along as well.
“But if you’re a good girl, I’ll come back
here, bend you over that desk and take you from
behind the way you like. After that, I think
I’ll give you a hand spanking as a reminder.
Then I’ll take you into town for a steak.
What do you say to that?”
“Sounds good.” Dana said over her shoulder.
A grin was coming over her tear-stained face.
“Can I rub myself while you’re gone?”
“Only your backside, honey. I want the rest of
you waiting for me.”
“Hurry back then.” Dana purred as she ran her
hands seductively over the reddened cheeks of
her ass.
Rick’s mouth had gone too dry to answer and so
he simply headed out the door.
As Rick left the ranger’s station, something
was troubling him- that smoke coming from the
southwest, near the lake. He called the
registration office on the radio.
“Hey, Pete. Any campers sign in yet today?”
“No, it’s been pretty dead.” Pete replied.
“A couple of young gals in a jeep drove through
this morning, but they didn’t check in.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Rick headed over to a secluded campsite at the
corner of the lake. Sure enough, there was a
campfire burning and a jeep parked nearby.
He parked his truck near the campfire and
looked around. There was a small tent and a
couple of folding chairs near the picnic table.
Apparently, the girls had set up camp without
signing in. Rick sat down at the table to wait.
A few minutes later, two attractive young women
who appeared to be in their early twenties came
wandering out of the woods. Neither of them
seemed at all surprised to see him there.
One had short red hair and the other was a
brunette with pigtails.
Rick recognized the brunette immediately.
“Jill Windsor!” he said as he stood.
“Ranger Rick!” Jill answered back. She knew
Rick hated that title. Jill Windsor had been
camping in Rick’s corner of the woods for years
and knew exactly how to piss him off.
“Don’t call me that.” he said politely.
“What have you been up to, Jill?”
“Well, my friend and I were just looking for
berries but we couldn’t find any, could we?”
The redhead nodded “no” with a flirtatious grin.
“Oh, this is my friend, Denise. I told her all
about you, Ranger Rick. I told her all about
that time you caught me throwing cherry bombs
into the lake to catch fish and how you bent me
over a log and paddled my ass.”
“Yeah.” Denise chimed in. “I wish I could have
seen that!”
“Uh-huh. Look, why don’t you just go to the
registration office and sign in? You should
have done that in the first place.” Rick said.
“Well, you know how it is, Ranger Rick-”
“Stop saying that! You know I don’t like it!
The last time you called me ‘Ranger Rick’, I
took a switch to your backside. Did she tell
you about that?”
“She’s told me that one a dozen times.” Denise
said,looking at Jill knowingly. “And it gets
better every time I hear it.”
“And what about this?” Rick pointed at the fire.
The girls looked at each other, smirking.
“Uh, what do you mean?” Jill asked innocently.
“You know what I’m talking about! You’re never
supposed to leave a fire unattended!”
“Oh, but Ranger Rick...” Jill started.
“Right!” Rick said, grabbing Jill by the wrist.
She put up very little struggle as she was
taken to a tree stump and even less as Rick
yanked her jeans down and hauled her over
his lap. Rick started spanking Jill with
enthusiasm, but even as he swatted her with
strokes that made his hand ache, she didn’t
move a muscle. Jill seemed unaffected by
the spanking- almost bored.
“Do me a favor.” Rick said to Denise. “Go get
me my paddle out of the glove compartment of
the truck. It’s not locked.” Denise smiled and
hurried to do as she was told.
“What’s up, Ricky? Can’t cut the mustard?”
Jill said over her shoulder.
“Your butt must be a lot tougher than it was
last summer!” he replied.
“It is! You know, you’re not the only guy in
the world who knows how to take a lady to
the woodshed! With the right attitude, a brat
like me can get her wagon painted anytime
she wants!”
Denise returned with the paddle. She winked at
Rick as she slowly slid it into his hand.
“Well, that may be, young lady.” he told Jill
as he yanked her panties down to her knees.
“But I’m going to give you a paint job you
won’t forget for a long, long time!”
With that, Rick slapped her bottom with the
paddle so hard that even Denise jumped.
Jill’s mouth dropped open, but before she
could even begin to cry out, several equally
powerful swats exploded across her fanny.
Jill tried to keep her composure in front of
Denise, but the heat that Rick was delivering
to her throbbing ass cheeks was too much to
bear silently. With gaining speed, the paddle
mercilessly struck her burning cheeks.
Her hands clawed the dirt as she bucked wildly
against Rick’s lap. She began kicking in a
circular motion, almost as if she was riding a
bicycle and soon she was openly weeping.
Denise stood by, staring intently as Rick and
The Tear-Jerker swiftly transformed her smug,
sarcastic friend into a sobbing, remorseful
little girl. Just as Jill began to make
heartfelt apologies between cracks of the
paddle, Denise decided to make an announcement.
“Actually, I’m the one who was supposed to put
out the fire.” she said, stepping forward.
“So I’m really the one you should be punishing.”
Rick looked up into Denise’s gleaming green
eyes, which looked far more hopeful than guilty.
“Fine. You’re next.” he said.
Rick gave Jill’s glowing bottom one more
resounding swat. Then he placed the paddle on
the table and brought Jill to her feet.
“There! I guess you got what you wanted!
Now, pull your pants up!”
Still out of breath and crying, Jill hiked up
her jeans and buckled her belt. Rick lead her
to a nearby tree. He turned her around so that
her bottom was pressed up against the trunk.
“Stand here and don’t budge.” he told Jill,
wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb.
Rick then turned to Denise who seemed quite
resigned to her fate.
“I guess it’s my turn.” Denise said, kicking
off her boots and unbuttoning her jeans.
Rick watched in confusion as the young woman
wriggled out of her denims and then folded them
neatly on the picnic table. She stood before
the ranger in nothing but a plaid flannel
shirt and white ankle socks. Noticing Rick’s
bewilderment, she looked at the jeans and then
at him.
“You were going to take them off anyway, right?”
she said calmly as she padded up to Rick who
sat himself back down on the stump. “Now, will
I be getting one of those cute little hand
spankings or will you just go straight to
the paddle?”
Rick knew when he was being mocked. He thought
about the situation for a moment, then grabbed
Denise around the legs, tossing her over his
left shoulder. He stood as he did this and
grabbed the paddle from the table. He then
began swatting Denise’s bottom vigorously.
Her shirt had fallen down over her head
leaving her bottom no protection whatsoever.
Again and again Rick whacked the young lady’s
naked ass as she kicked and twisted helplessly
over his shoulder. He walked around slowly as
he continued smacking her soundly. He seemed to
be marching to the beat of the paddle as he
slapped it against one cheek, then the other.
Then he stood still and performed a two-minute
drum solo on Denise’s rosy cheeks. All the
while, Denise’s shouting and cries for help
were muffled underneath her thick flannel shirt.
“So, is this as much fun as you thought it
would be?” Rick laughed as he relentlessly
swatted the helpless girl’s bright red bottom.
Denise managed to pull up Rick’s shirt tails and
began clawing at his back with her long nails.
Seeing that this position had its drawbacks,
Rick swiftly headed for the edge of the lake
and dumped the vicious little wildcat into
the shallows. He walked away, leaving Denise
thrashing around in the water and yelling at
the top of her lungs. Then he walked up to Jill
who was now laughing hysterically.
“You want to take a swim?!” he said, pointing
a threatening finger at her.
Jill quickly stopped giggling.
“No, sir!”
Rick went over to the picnic table, grabbed one
of two tin coffee mugs sitting there and handed
it to her.
“Then go fill this up in the lake and douse the
fire with it until it’s completely out.”
“With this?” Jill complained. “It’ll take like
fifty trips!”
“Then get your friend over there to help you!”
Rick answered, handing her the other cup.
Jill took the two mugs over to the lake.
She gave one to Denise and explained what they
were to do.
“What?!” Denise shouted as she marched out of
the water and up to Rick. “You know, you could
have drowned me!”
“I dumped you in six inches of water, you dumb
little twerp! Now, go help your friend put out
the fire, because I’m still pissed off and my
arm isn’t tired at all!” Rick waved the paddle
at her as he spoke.
Denise quickly saw the logic in his words and
went to work. It took the young women a dozen
trips apiece to put out the fire, but they
worked swiftly and without complaint.
“Good job.” Rick said when they were finished.
“Now if you ladies want to camp here, fine.
Go sign up at the registration office and pay
the ten dollars. If you don’t want to do that,
I suggest you haul your rosy little bottoms out
of my park, because I’m going to come back
tomorrow and if I find you’re still here
without signing up, I’m going to assume that
you want more of the same. Got it?”
Both women gladly agreed to the terms and
Rick headed back to his truck. Denise grabbed
The Tear-Jerker from the picnic table and
brought it to him.
“Don’t forget this.” she said and kissed Rick
full on the mouth. Their tongues met for
an instant. Rick gently pushed her away.
“That’s enough of that.” he said, smiling.
As he drove off, Rick could see Jill and
Denise waving to him in the rear-view mirror.
He thought momentarily about what he would do
if he were a few years younger. But it was
time to get back to the station. Someone very
special was waiting for him there.
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Naughtybynature
Spanko
Username: Naughtybynature
Post Number: 61
Registered: 04-2005
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Definitely the right name "Tear-Jerker"  Another wonderful story. 
Did is a word of achievement, Won't is a word of retreat, Might is a word of bereavement, Can't is a word of defeat, Ought is a word of duty, Try is a word of each hour, Will is a word of beauty, Can is a word of power.
*(Unknown Author)
Don't take life so seriously.....it isn't permanent
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Sdhrts
New member
Username: Sdhrts
Post Number: 50
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Monday, November 07, 2005 - 06:46 pm: |
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Great story Alex, I've read quite a few of them somewhere else you posted. Keep them comming they were all great and I'd love to read um again
SD
Is IT Better To Give Than To Recieve?
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Ziggy
Supreme Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 1003
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, November 10, 2005 - 10:33 am: |
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I also loved it alex, wow I would like to go to that park,  I wonder what park is that anyway LOL
when caught run faster then him !!
Me and Thur riding into the sunset !!
I am a TA junkie !!
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Neoserenity87
Advanced Spanko
Username: Neoserenity87
Post Number: 272
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, November 10, 2005 - 11:26 am: |
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Awesome Alex! I just wish Ranger Rick was in my neighborhood!! Keep up the good work and more please!! 
Kuwait here I come!!!
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Sdhrts
Spanko
Username: Sdhrts
Post Number: 70
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Friday, November 11, 2005 - 07:59 am: |
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I can see all the new spanko campers, not getting permits. Don't burn the forest down, you can still be spanked for being good!
Is IT Better To Give Than To Recieve?
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Alex_b
New member
Username: Alex_b
Post Number: 32
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, November 12, 2005 - 02:03 am: |
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Neoserenity87 wrote: Awesome Alex! I just wish
Ranger Rick was in my neighborhood!! Keep up
the good work and more please!!
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Thanks! I'm glad you liked my little tale.
The inspiration for "Ranger Rick" came from
a camping trip I took with a girlfriend near
Lake Cuyamaca just outside San Diego a few
years ago. It was winter, the off season,
and there weren't any other campers for miles.
We pretty much had the park to ourselves.
So we started playing around and soon she was
over my knee laughing and getting her bare
backside paddled. Suddenly, out of nowhere,
a camp ranger walked up and started talking
to us. He needed to tell us that a cougar had
been spotted nearby and to be careful. He just
stood there telling us this politely as my
friend stood and pulled her pants up. Then he
smiled and waved goodbye. She an I were
embarrassed, but we laughed like hell about
it afterward. We saw the ranger, who's name
was actually Rick, again as we checked out of
the park. He smiled knowingly at me and then
pointed at my female friend as we drove away.
"You behave yourself now." he said.
Take care and bottoms up!
Alex B.
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury. - Groucho Marx
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