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Alex_b
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Username: Alex_b
Post Number: 18
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, July 21, 2005 - 12:15 am: | 
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TOASTED MARSHMALLOWS
by Alex B.
You and I finally get away for that weekend
camping trip. We drive up into the mountains and
find an inviting little spot in a clearing near
a creek. I suggest that we unload the car and
pitch our tent right away, but you’d rather go
for a nature walk. I explain that we need to set
up camp while there’s still enough sunlight.
As you begin to protest I casually ask how
long it’s been since you've had your pants
pulled down for an attitude adjustment.
Suddenly the whining stops and within minutes
we’ve got all our gear unloaded.
At first, you’re quite helpful in putting up the
tent, but you soon become bored and frustrated.
“I’m tired of this!” you announce, tossing a
tent pole to the ground as you storm off into
the woods.
You return from your hike half an hour later to
find that I’ve managed to finish erecting the
tent on my own. You take in the pleasant aroma
of something I’m busy cooking in a pot over
the fire.
“Oh. Looks like you’ve got dinner going.”
“Yeah. Beef stew.” I say, turning around with a
large, flat wooden spoon in my hand. I wipe the
spoon clean with a cloth and start walking in
your direction. “But if you want any, I imagine
you’ll have to eat it standing up.” Taking your
wrist firmly in my hand, I escort you to the
picnic table where I sit, haul you across my
lap and without ceremony begin bringing the
spoon down hard across the seat of your jeans.
Dust flies from the denim. I lift the broad
stirring instrument and give your bottom another
good whack as I scold you.
“Typical!” I say, smacking your ass again.
“I pitch the tent while you pitch a fit!”
I continue paddling you with the spoon until
you’re kicking, crying and promising to do
your share. Eventually, I stand you up and march
you into the tent. You start to say something on
the way, but a swift swat with the spoon to your
stinging fanny renders you speechless. “I should
make you set the table.” I say, placing you in
a corner. “But I’ll take care of that while you
stand here and think about your behavior.”
You stay in place with your arms crossed,
pouting angrily. After a while, you lower your
jeans and start to caress your throbbing cheeks.
Just as you begin thinking your punishment time
must nearly be over and your mouth starts to
water for some of that stew, you hear a vehicle
pull up near our campsite.
“Hi there!” a man’s voice calls out.
As I engage the man in conversation, you soon
realize that it’s a park ranger checking to see
that we’re all right. You can’t make out exactly
what we’re saying, but you hear the other man
begin to laugh boisterously. You hike your pants
up and stick your head out the front of the tent
to see the ranger stepping back into his truck.
“Well, I hope you two have a good time anyway.
he says. “Oh, and be sure to douse that fire
before you bed down.” You walk out just as he
starts the engine. The ranger smiles and waves
upon seeing you. “You behave yourself now!”
he shouts in your direction as he drives away.
“Hungry?” I ask.
You glance over at the picnic table which has
been prepared for supper and notice a pillow
placed on one of the benches. This, of course,
is where you will sit.
The sun slowly slips below the hills as we eat.
It’s only stew from a can and some biscuits with
butter, but something about this meal, the fact
that it was cooked out in the woods perhaps,
makes it so delectable, so satisfying.
“What exactly did you tell that park ranger?”
“The truth.” I answer with a shrug. “I told him
you were being a bad little camper, so I had to
spank your bottom and send you to bed without
any supper.”
“Right!” you say, not believing me at first.
But then your face begins to blush over as the
ranger’s words suddenly make perfect sense.
“You know, it’s funny- I don’t seem to remember
saying you could come out of that tent.
Seems to me you haven’t learned very much.”
Your shoulders fall at the prospect of another
tanning session. “I suppose you’re right.”
you sigh and begin to get up.
“Not now.” I say, refilling your cup with soda.
“After you've had your dinner and cleared
the table.”
Naturally, you take your time eating your meal
and tidying up after as I stand nearby rolling
up my right sleeve.
Clearly hoping to avoid the planned dessert,
you saunter up to me, placing your arms around
my neck and a smoldering kiss on my lips as you
reach down to unbuckle my belt.
“You don't really need to spank me again,
do you?” you whisper into my ear as your hand
snakes into my briefs. “I mean, we’re all alone
in the wilderness. Can’t you think of some other
ways to while away the hours?”
You lift my right hand to your mouth and
hungrily slide my middle finger between your
lips while you squeeze my cock tightly in your
other hand.
“Definitely!” I reply, pulling my finger
from your mouth. “And we’ll do them all...
right after your spanking!”
You release my swollen member from your grip,
frown and kick the dirt.
“Bare bottom?” you inquire, knowing full well
the answer.
A moment later you find yourself staring at the
ground as I spank your bare ass with gusto.
A few of your tears mingle with the dirt and
pine needles, but you don’t bitch or whine.
You’re just grateful that I’m using my hand
instead of that dreadful spoon. I still manage
to get my message across quite effectively
without an implement. After spanking you soundly
for several minutes I can see, even in the dim
light of dusk, that your bottom is getting
quite red. I haul back and give your roasted
rump one last exceptionally hard smack- one so
loud that it sends a dozen birds scattering from
a tree in the distance. You howl and hiss, but
utter not one word of complaint.
“That ranger gave me a good piece of advice.”
I mention as I hold you in place across my lap
and reach into a plastic cooler near the table.
“He said I should douse the fire.” I grab a cold,
wet can of soda out from the ice cubes and begin
gently rolling it across your scorched buns.
You flinch at first, then you begin to moan
quietly and then not so quietly as I roll the
chilled container of pop up and down your hot
swollen cheeks, occasionally bending down to
place a soft kiss here and there. After a minute
or two of this treatment, I pat your bottom
and tell you to stand. Grunting passionately,
you push yourself from my lap. I rise with you,
kissing your neck, your face, your ears.
You lift your arms, signaling me to remove your
shirt, which I do. You step from your pants and
panties and remove your socks leaving you
gloriously naked in the light of the fire.
“Want to roast some marshmallows?” I ask.
You wipe a tear from your eye and laugh as you
attack my lips with yours. Your tongue swirls
around mine making it clear that marshmallows
are not at the top of your to do list.
The moon rises over the trees and high into the
night sky as we pleasure each other. I spread
out a sleeping bag and lay down upon it.
You mount and ride me like an animal for the
longest time. Then I place you on your hands and
knees and take you from behind, smartly slapping
your ass now and then as I thrust into you.
As the last trail of smoke from our fire drifts
away, we zip our sleeping bags together and
climb inside. I kiss your cheek and offer to
cook up some bacon and eggs in the morning while
you fetch some water from the creek. When you
begin to bitch about your work assignment,
I don’t bother to argue. I simply ask if you’d
prefer to be spanked with that wooden spoon
before or after breakfast.
Suddenly, all is quiet. Only a few crickets
and a solitary owl hooting in the distance
can be heard. Wrapped in each other’s arms,
we gaze into the heavens until the stars lull
us to sleep.
We never do get to the marshmallows.
THE END |
Fanny
Advanced Spanko
Username: Fanny
Post Number: 865
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, July 21, 2005 - 08:48 am: |
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Alex, This story is fantastic, it that it would fulfill one of my fantasies. I love camping, maybe I shouldn't be so helpful next time we set up camp. 
"Queen of Innocence"
If you can't be a good example, be a horrible warning!
"oooooo", she says!!
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Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 303
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, July 21, 2005 - 02:05 pm: |
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Great story, Alex! It's perfect for this time of year, too. We're going camping soon and Dan's been promising me all kinds of outdoor fun. I'll be sure and leave the big wooden spoons at home though.
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Dan
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Dan
Post Number: 21
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, July 21, 2005 - 07:42 pm: |
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That's OK -- the really neat thing about being in the woods is that there's switches growing on every other tree! |
Plezurscry
New member
Username: Plezurscry
Post Number: 9
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, July 22, 2005 - 12:22 pm: |
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No telling how far a girl can travel looking for the perfect one. tehehe |
Plezurscry
New member
Username: Plezurscry
Post Number: 10
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, July 22, 2005 - 12:24 pm: |
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Excellent story, too! Really makes a brats imagination run wild. |
Peach
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Username: Peach
Post Number: 1
Registered: 06-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, August 02, 2005 - 09:02 am: |
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Dan does not welcome my messages.
Please persuade him to download images of women, being spanked in a car, the OTK way, because this is where a Charge Nurse wants to spank me, because he thinks a hotel would be too risky!!! |
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