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Chapter
3
After the training film
came what I would call a light workout for all of us. Hannah led
us through a lively aerobics routine, but one that was well within
the capacity of the 30-ish to 40-ish crowd she was working with.
I envied her figure,
and particularly her firm and well-shaped butt. Although they were
in generally better physical condition than the women, the men seemed
to be panting harder. I'm pretty sure those gorgeous buns had something
to do with it. My rear resembled ... well, if I had to compare my
figure to a fruit, pear would be the only word that came to mind.
I needed conditioning.
We had a break after
the exercise session, and I found myself strolling the grounds with
Carl, Sally and Pete.
"Honey, that was great!"
Sally cooed to her husband, "I've been wanting a spanking like that
for a long time. I know we do it at home, but there's something
about doing it here that makes it kind of special." She grabbed
his head in her hands and planted a kiss on his lips.
I was stunned by her
frank admission. "I ... I ..." I stuttered trying to find appropriate
words, "Who ... h-how can you say these things, Sally?"
"What's the problem,
Joy?" she answered, "It's nothing but the truth."
"That's not what I mean,"
I said recovering somewhat, "How can you just blurt it out?"
"Oh that," she responded,
"It's just the way we do things around here. Look, we all know what
we're here for, so there is no use hiding it. Pete and I are very
open about our sexual urges with each other. Around here, inhibitions
are dropped. We can be open when others are around. As a result,
we sometimes get good advice, and we have a fantastic sex life.
I can't keep my hands off my stud-boy here."
"I can't believe you
guys do this at home." I said still trying to absorb all this.
Pete responded, "Of
course we do. When Sally offers me her ass, I just can resist giving
it a couple of strokes. I don't know why I like it, but I do. Sally
just goes wild, but nothing like when we do it out here in the fresh
air. This place just gets her going."
Carl offered his explanation,
"I think that's because you know you're surrounded by others like
yourselves. Also, you don't have to worry about what the neighbors
or the kids will hear. Let's face it, spanking is a noisy activity."
Pete jumped in, "I think
my Sally is a little bit of an exhibitionist. I think she gets off
on showing her tush in public."
Sally giggled at that
description of herself. "Mmmm, but honey, they can look, but they
can't touch. That's your job, and I expect you to do it. I was worried
this morning. Those first couple of slaps were tame. I thought you
were losing your touch, but you really picked up towards the end.
My clit was throbbing by the time you were done."
I looked at Carl. I
looked down at the bulge in his pants. He was hot, and how I wanted
him!
-=o=-
We had an excellent
lunch, and I reminded myself to stick with the salads and lower-calorie
items. I ate as daintily as my appetite allowed. Throughout the
meal I kept catching snatches of sexual conversations. I found myself
rubbing my thighs together. All I could think of was that hunk of
a husband of mine and how I wanted -- no, needed -- him right now.
After lunch we had another
training video, this one featuring a young girl who broke her curfew,
and received a spanking from a man who certainly didn't seem to
be old enough to be her father although he attempted to play the
role. His acting was unconvincing, but his spanking technique was
exquisite. I could easily identify with the young creature laying
across his lap, skirt up, panties down, and legs kicking.
After a short break,
we were given a demonstration. Claire had picked up several more
demerits, and her count was now up to 17. We assembled at the floor
mat end of the classroom.
"Listen up," George
announced, "Today's lesson is about basic spanking techniques and
spanking safety. There are different kinds of spanking. This will
be a refresher course for those of you who have been here in past
years. For the rest of you, pay close attention. Although we usually
associate spanking with disciplining a child, it is not child's
play."
"There are several types
of spankings given for various purposes. There is the erotic play
spanking whose sole purpose is to arouse sexual urges, and then
there is the disciplinary spanking given to correct improper activity.
Each couple must work out the rules for when each type of spanking
will be given, and the type of punishment for the offense."
"Dave and Claire will
assist me in teaching you today's lesson. Claire, please prepare
yourself."
Claire calmly pulled
down her shorts, and pulled off her panties stepping out of them
as calmly as if there was nobody watching her. She stood by a chair
as Dave sat down.
George ran his commentary,
"While it is possible to administer a spanking to someone while
that person is wearing clothes, we see no purpose to that activity
here. All spankings at Camp OTK are bare assed."
"The most basic position
for spanking is the classic over-the-knee position. There are many
variants of this position, however the one demonstrated here assures
that the recipient's ass is elevated properly, and protects the
more vital parts of the anatomy."
"Hannah and I insist
on safety first. It's easy to get carried away with spanking games
at home. The activity is so natural for role-playing games such
as parent-child, teacher-student, or doctor-nurse. You may lose
yourself in the game. Make sure you have a safeword."
"A safeword is a word
that means, 'Something is wrong, I don't want to play anymore'.
Make it something that's easy to remember, and something that you
wouldn't normally say in play. I don't suggest you use 'ouch' or
your spouse's social security number."
"As a spanker, you must
stop whenever your spankee says the safeword ..."
George continued with
basic safety instructions, including variations on using saefwords
to tell the spanker to increase or slow down the tempo, or to hit
harder or softer without actually stopping the activity.
"Since we are an institution
of learning, all spankings given here will be supervised. We will
be evaluating spankers as well as spankees. Your safeword for the
activities here is the word, 'SAFEWORD' itself."
George had Claire turn
her back to the audience and put her head on Dave's lap. He used
what I mistakenly took for a pointer (I later learned that it was
a cane) to show us the main areas to spank. He was quite adamant
about staying above the genitals and legs, and well below the kidneys
on the back.
"Where and how you spank
your partner depends upon the both of you. Let her tell you what
turns her on. Hannah and I suggest you start with the lower portion
of the cheeks as the 'sweet spot,' but try everywhere. Some women
respond better when you move towards the hips."
"Claire, recover!" She
stood up and stood beside the chair again.
"Make sure you use a
sturdy chair; one that can support the weight of both of you as
well as the inevitable shifting and wriggling that will accompany
the spanking. A chair without arms allows full manuverabiliy for
the spanker, and full vulnerability for the spankee."
"Claire, assume the
position". Claire mounted Dave's lap.
"The basic, over-the-knee
spanking can be a very erotic experience for the both for you. Notice
that Claire is laying across Dave's lap with her torso under Dave's
left elbow, and her legs off to the right. Since Dave is right-handed,
this is the proper position for her to assume. A woman always put
her ass pointing at the dominant hand of the man spanking her."
"Dave and Claire have
done this so much in the past, that I bet Dave doesn't even realize
he's doing it yet." Dave looked at George. "The petting." A silent
"oh" escaped from Dave's lips.
"Hannah and I recommend
a little foreplay before spanking. Gently stroke her ass, and massage
her cheeks. Run a finger up her crack and tickle her anus. Petting
increases the anticipation, and makes the muscle more responsive
for the upcoming event. Normally, you can spend as much time on
this activity as you'd like, but in the interest of time, we'll
give them another couple of minutes."
I was totally absorbed.
If anyone had told me a week ago that I'd be watching a spanking
demonstration the same way I'd watch a show on cooking, I wouldn't
believe it. My own ass started tingling. I wanted the feel of Carl's
hands there.
Claire looked at Dave
and gave him a subliminal sign that she was ready. George apparently
caught it too. "Commence!" he barked.
Dave brought his hand
up about level with his head and came down with his palm slightly
cupped. As it contacted Claire's ass, it made a slapping sound that
I could actually feel.
George went on about
rhythm, where to slap, how to hold the hand, arm swing, and a number
of technical details I didn't really catch. My total concentration
was on Claire's derriere. It was lilly-white when Dave started,
I gradually reddened as he went along. I couldn't see where any
individual stroke produced a mark, so the flush must have come as
the cumulative effect of his repeated slaps.
What got me the most,
however was the sound. The sound of flesh impacting flesh was exciting
to me. I found myself breathing heavily by the end of the spanking.
My panties were soaked, and needed to be changed. I laughed thinking
of words of old, "Joy have you packed plenty of extra underpants?"
Those were Mom's last words when I left with Carl on our honeymoon.
-=o=-
I was glad we had a
break after the lesson. I went back to the barracks and looked at
my face in the mirror. It was as pink as Claire's ass. I splashed
cold water over it. What I really needed was a cold shower. Well,
what I really needed was a couple of barracks over, but I couldn't
get at him yet.
We usually spent the
afternoon in some sort of a sporting game. To make the game more
interesting for the men since it was their year, women played in
the nude. I thought ahead to next year watching all those swinging
penises, and I endured the humiliation.
The first day's activity
was volleyball. On other days we'd swim or play tennis, encumbered
only by our sneakers. It was great to be out on the beach or the
court and getting physically active. I needed to burn off some of
that sex energy I was building up.
Betty was right, I did
get a chance to work on my tan. Actually, the sun and the wind on
my body felt great. It was invigorating, and a great time to think
about when it would be my turn for a demonstration.
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