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Chapter
2
I grabbed Betty's arm
as we walked back towards the barracks. "What the hell is going
on here?"
Betty confessed, "I'm
sorry, Joy. Jim swore me to secrecy before we left, but now that
the cat is out of the bag I guess I can tell you everything. Do
you remember helping me in the kitchen last Thanksgiving?"
"Well, yeah, sort of."
"At that time you told
me that you and Carl weren't getting as much satisfaction out of
your sex life as you used to."
"You got that right.
Ever since Jenny was born, I just can't seem to get in the mood
as much. Even when I'm in the mood, the inner feeling and physical
sensations just aren't there. The fire's gone out. I can't seem
to get Carl in the mood either. But what has that got to do with
this?"
"Everything!" Betty
replied, "They are going to make a new woman out of you here. You
will be put through some severe tests, and you will be put into
some very intense sexual situations. However, at the end of it all,
you will find your sex life sizzling again. Jim and I have been
coming here for the last five years, and we can't get enough of
it and each other."
I was incensed, "How
dare Carl assume I'd go for this! I've got half a mind to tell him
off."
"Don't be so fast,"
Betty counselled me, "You can SIE if you want."
"SIE?" I interrupted.
"Yeah, SIE - Self Initiated
Elimination. It means that you can call it quits at any time. I
wouldn't do that if I were you. Try it out for a while and see if
you can take it. Don't drop out, you'll embarrass the shit out of
Carl, and he'll hate you for it."
"Why should I stay;
what's in it for me?"
"Two things: first,
you will come to appreciate Carl better, and start down the path
towards sexual fulfillment like you've never had before; second,
you'll be invited back next year."
"If I don't like this
year, why would I want to come back?"
"This is an odd-numbered
year. Men rule. Next year, Hanna runs the camp. The women are in
charge then. Some of the couples seem to have grudge matches or
contests to see who can outdo each other from year to year. One
way or the other, or perhaps even both ways, you'll have fun."
I couldn't believe what
I was hearing. I was still in shock when Betty asked, "Give me a
hand with this, will you?" I looked at her doumbfounded. She snapped
me out of it, "The bed! It goes better when two people make it up.
I'll help you with yours."
I went through the routine
numbly and was just going through the motions as I followed Betty's
instructions. We finished with just enough time remaining. "Come
on," she said, "we don't want to be late for formation."
As we fell in, it was
obvious that one of the women was missing. I could see George and
Hanna walking onto the field. I could hear some hurried footsteps
behind me accompanied by heavy breathing. It was Sally. She jumped
into position seconds before George arrived in front of the group.
George surveyed the
group with a heated eye. "It seems that some of us are not getting
the message. Girl Sally," he barked, "Front and center."
Sally stepped out of
formation, moved in front of him and stood with her back to the
group facing him, standing at attention. George bent down and nearly
put his nose on hers. "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU, GIRL?" he bellowed.
"YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER. YOU'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE."
George left her standing
there, and walked behind her. She didn't move a muscle. Neither
did I. "Well girls," he said addressing us, "You are going to see
the first spanking of the season. You will see what happens to bad
little girls who don't behave themselves. They will be punished!"
"Sally here, has been
a bad girl by being late for formation. Don't think that she's the
only one in trouble. All of you have earned 'special treatment'
for letting her be late. Do I make myself understood?"
"YES SIR!"
"Good. In addition to
the demerits all of you have earned as a result of this transgression,
I have some other presents to hand out. Some of you may think this
is some sort of a game. Well, I'll put an end to that. Girl Sally,
15 demerits for being late. Girl Joy, six demerits for eating breakfast
in a fashion unbecoming a woman. Look at that lard ass! You should
be ashamed of yourself. I'll have to talk to Carl about letting
you get away with that. Girl Betty, six demerits. You're her best
friend, you should have looked out for her. Girl Arlene, six for;
... well, WHAT IN HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR HAIR, GIRL ... Girl
Claire, 3 demerits for smirking; I'm not making jokes here, girls.
For all of you five demerits for allowing Sally to be late."
"Shit!" I thought, "What
in hell is a demerit? And here it is, I have 11 of them already,
and the day has just begun!"
Meanwhile George was
busily ignoring Sally as he continued to address us. "Sally here
will pay off her 15 demerits (here he leaned over and whispered
to her, "That's the 15 you earned yourself, you still have the group
five, sweetie.") She'll pay them off right here on the spot.
George cocked his head
towards the men's group, "Mister Pete!"
"Yessir!" came the reply.
"Do you still remember
your training?"
"Yessir!" once again.
"Then get your butt
over here and perform your duty."
Peter quickly shuffled
out of formation and took up a position along side his wife. George
gave him a head nod to indicate that he was to start right in.
"Assume the position,"
Pete commanded.
Without hesitation,
Sally lowered both her shorts and panties to her knees, exposing
her bare bottom to the rest of the group. How embarrassed I felt
for her until I realized that this could be me. She bent forward
placing her hands on her knees. Pete lifted her blouse so her entire
ass was exposed. He put his left arm around her torso and started
to administer the spanking.
"ONE, TWO ..." The chorus
broke out around me. I guess the thing to do was to count out the
blows delivered. I added my own voice to the throng, "... THIRTEEN,
FOURTEEN, FIFTEEN."
Sally's rear end was
pink all over by the time Pete was done with her. I felt sorry for
her, and every bit as humiliated as she must have felt, being singled
out for this specific punishment in front of her peers.
Pete smiled at his handiwork.
"Recover!" he snapped like he was giving a command to a dog. Sally
pulled up her panties and shorts and stood back up.
George looked at Pete
and said, "Fall in ... both of you." Sally and Pete returned to
their respective places in formation.
George continued his
lecture, "Let that be a lesson to you girls. Disobey, and you will
be punished." He let about a quarter minute of silence penetrate
for effect. All I could here was the surf.
"Let me explain something
for you newbies, in case you haven't heard. When we say discipline
around here, we mean discipline. Your personal trainer will be your
spouse. You will do everything he tells you to do. He will administer
all your punishment unless circumstances warrant otherwise."
He turned towards the
men's group, "And you will be trained to discipline. Until you are
cleared by Hanna or myself, all of your orders, and all of your
disciplinary actions will be supervised. Do I make myself understood?"
"YES SIR!" much more
baritone than previous responses.
George returned his
attention to the group at large. "Your first training session starts
right now. I want you all to march your sorry asses to the classroom
to watch a training video."
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