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Chapter
6
Reveille was no better
this year than last, but I was excited to meet the new day nonetheless.
The showers were as crummy as ever, and just as crowded, but my
heart sang. I met Carl outside the chow hall smiling as broadly
as I could. This was going to be a new day; one different than any
other Carl or I had ever experienced.
After the breakfast,
we had the introductory meeting with Hanna and George. This time
George stood back as Hanna addressed the group. She centered herself
on the men's group and delivered her lecture.
"Boys," she said, arms
akimbo, "there's going to be some behavior modification here. Those
of you who were here two years ago will know somewhat to expect,
but don't get too cocky." Some of the women in our ranks giggled
at her pun.
"Some things are going
to be different. George and I constantly work to refine and improve
the quality of the program. You'll find some changes."
"One thing will not
change. Here, this year, at Camp Over- the-Knee, *women* rule! The
only man with a title at all is George. You men will address him
as 'Sir.' Women can address him by his name."
"From now on I am 'Mistress
Hanna' to you boys. Your female partners are called Ma'am. You will
most likely be called by 'boy' unless something more suitable applies."
"The rules are stiffer
this year (and I hope something else is too).We've installed surveillance
equipment in your barracks and your latrines, so we can watch and
record your every move. You boys will not get away with breaking
the rules without us girls knowing about it. Those of you who are
caught will pay the price."
That price involves
your upturned butt, and your humble submission to your 'better half'
-- there's a reason women are called by that term."
"Do I have any questions?"
"No, Mistress." Came
the reply.
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
she shouted back.
"NO, MISTRESS" came
the louder response.
"I STILL CAN'T HEAR
YOU!" she bellowed.
"NO ... MIS-TRESS" came
the reply as each man filled his lungs to capacity to proclaim every
syllable.
"That's pathetic," Hanna
responded, "but it will have to do."
She went on with the
exact same speech George gave last year It was a lot easier to listen
to when it was directed at someone else.
"The rules ... are simple.
The schedule is posted outside the chow hall. Be on time for formations.
There will be no talking in formation. Listen to your instructors
at all time. Be alert at all times and maintain mental agility.
Obey commands at all times."
"From time to time you
will be asked to demonstrate your proficiency in learned skills.
Failure to perform tasks properly will result in swift, and severe
disciplinary action."
"Do I have your complete
understanding, boys?"
A dozen baritone voices
responded with a crisp "YES MISTRESS!"
"Good. Next formation
is right here in 60 minutes."
I wondered at this.
Last year we only had 30 minutes to get our stuff in order. My question
was answered with Hanna's next breath.
"Boys, you will get
your quarters in order, but only after cleaning up after the women.
You will fold their clothes, make their beds, and clean their latrines.
A list of chores are posted in the barracks. Do a good job on the
women's dorm; they *will* be inspected closely. Your sties will
be inspected immediately thereafter. Clean up your slop, or else
you will feel flesh on flesh or worse. Dismissed!"
"WOW," I thought, "Hannah's
really putting it to the guys." For some reason I couldn't explain,
my panties were wet.
Betty and I started
chattering as soon as we broke formation. "Un-fucking-believable!"
she whispered breathlessly to me. "My crotch feels like it's on
fire." "Oh," she said shifting verbal gears, "This will be a riot.
I've never seen Jim so much a pick up a towel. I have just *got*
to see him clean a whole bathroom: one that's just been used by
a dozen women."
"I know what you mean,"
added Arlene, "Sandy likes to sleep in bed, but I'd think I'd died
and gone to heaven if I actually saw him make one."
Most of the other women
had similar comments about their husbands. Without chores to do
for an hour, we drifted over towards the barracks to watch the men
-- no, boys -- do their chores.
I actually felt sorry
for them as I watched them struggle to do the simplest housecleaning
activity. Nonetheless, I laughed as loudly as any of the women at
their oafish behavior. With about three quarters of the hour gone,
they suddenly realized that even though they didn't finish our barracks
they hadn't even started theirs and rushed over to at least address
some of the more gross problems with their own quarters.
The end result was that
neither building passed inspection, and that each man was awarded
15 demerits. Claire was pressed into duty to present the first spanking
of the season as she was brought front and center to paddle Dave.
"Come here!" she commanded
sternly. There was a certain air of authority in the way she spoke
to her husband. Dave fell in in front of her.
"Don't you look at me,
boy! Look at the dirt. That's closer to your level." She let him
sweat for a few seconds. "Drop them, NOW." She ordered.
In one swift, and surprisingly
graceful (as if it were well- practiced) movement, Dave had his
pants and shorts down around his knees. We giggled at his adequately
hairy ass.
"Bend over!" Claire
continued. Dave complied and we could see his testicles hanging
between his legs. We didn't see his penis. It must have been sticking
out rather than hanging down. That thought made me feel powerful.
Claire was taking control over her husband as a symbol of the rest
of us women dominating our mates.
Claire, I must admit,
had one of the most unique spanking styles that I had ever seen.
Instead of swinging one arm, she placed one hand behind the other
and swung both of them in unison like some women tennis-players
do when delivering a hard shot.
The results, however
were quite satisfactory. Dave's ass glowed with the heat of its
excited state. It was quite red, and from the way he inched the
shorts back up, I'd say he was also quite sore and tender. He gingerly
walked back to his place in the men's formation.
Hannah stepped forward
again. "Let that be a lesson to you, boys. That's just a sample
of what you're going to get. The rest of you are in for the same
treatment or worse."
"Good job Claire." Hannah
reported.
She then addressed our
group. "Are we having fun yet?" she asked.
"YES MA'AM" or reply
came.
"Good. We're going to
have to work this out together. There's a proper way to give a spanking
and an improper way. We will teach you the right way to get the
most out of our spankings. The more experienced women will help
you newbies through your first couple of spankings."
Hannah looked back towards
the men and sighed. "Dismissed," she said with a disgusted tone.
-=o=-
Our first instructional
video featured a matronly-looking woman spanking a young man. As
videos went, it was rather tame, but it set the tone nicely. I recalled
that the first video we saw last year was mild and that the topics
and the scenes got hotter and hotter with each new movie.
Lunch was enjoyable
as our husbands played waiters and bus- boys for us. I could definitely
get into being waited on! George apparently contracted to have the
food brought in, but the final preparation, serving and cleaning
up thereafter were left to the boys.
Betty, Claire, Sally,
Glenda, Arlene and I took a walk along the beach after lunch. Leaving
the chow hall, we took a peek at our boys tending to their post-meal
chores.
"So, what do you think
of it so far, girls?" Glenda opened.
"I think it's just great."
Offered Sally almost instantly. "I think that this little exercise
session is just what the doctor ordered for my Pete. He's been a
little self-centered lately and knocking him down a peg or two would
be good to him."
"I know what you mean,"
added Claire. "David's been a bit more selfish than usual. Looking
forward to spanking me brings him home early every Friday night.
I no longer have to worry about him hanging out at the bar all night
after stopping off to have one with the boys after work ... but
on Saturday, he turns into 'Mr. Couch Potato.' I can't get him to
do anything with me." "Well, I'll have no more of that!" she added
indignantly.
"What about you, Arlene?
Are you having fun at camp? Doesn't the idea of spanking your husband
turn you on?" I asked.
Arlene blushed. It was
the kind of blush that told a lot.
"Son of a bitch!" Sally
exclaimed. "Shit! She's done it! She gone and spanked Sandy. She
couldn't wait until camp!"
"How about it Arlene.
Fess up. Did you spank Sandy?" I asked.
Arlene nodded meekly.
"Well girl, don't clam
up; tell us all the kinky details." I offered.
"Well, it started on
a Friday night. We were out at a party and Sandy had one too many.
I was pissed. He embarrassed me in front of my friends, I had to
drive him home. Heels and a stick shift do not go together. I had
to explain him to the baby-sitter, and then drive her home."
"To make matters worse.
He got sick while I was gone. He made a complete mess of the bathroom,
and didn't clean up a bit of it."
"I saw red. I pulled
his naked body out from under the covers, rolled him over my lap
and laid into him."
"I saw red. I don't
know what came over me. It just seemed like the thing to do. Sandy
was so drunk, he probably didn't notice, but I did. I had no idea
how exciting spanking him could be. I was getting hot and my panties
were soaked. I could feel myself gushing."
"The next morning, Sandy
seemed very contrite. I sent Alice to the neighbors and called them
to tell them I needed to talk with Sandy in private. They understood."
"You embarrassed the
shit out of me last night." I scolded him. "Do you know how much
of a fool you made of yourself."
"He just looked down
to avoid my piercing eye contact and mumbled something inaudible."
"You're going to have
to pay, you know. -- I was getting wet knowing what I had planned
next -- You're going to have to start toeing the line around here.
Somebody's going to have to teach you a lesson and that somebody
is me."
"I don't give a shit
how badly hung over you are. I want my payback now. Drop those pants
and get over my lap!"
"You think I dipped
him in liquid nitrogen. He stood there frozen. So I yelled again
with some stronger language to add to the shock value, 'You heard
me asshole, get your naked butt over my lap -- NOW!' He finally
stirred into motion."
"Maybe it was because
he was hung over. Maybe it was something in my voice. But whatever
it was, he decided to obey me."
I hadn't noticed, but
all of us had stopped walking. We stood on the beach gathered around
Arlene, hanging on her every word.
"So I started spanking
him again. This time, I was a lot more refreshed and in control
of myself, so I had more fun. Sandy was a lot more sober, and he
had more fun too ... if there's anything to the size of a man's
erection." She giggled.
"From then on, I've
been spanking him almost every weekend. Oh, he still spanks me from
time to time, but I really think he likes being on the receiving
end. That suits me just fine."
We felt good for her
and congratulated her. There's something special about a woman's
"first time" and the meek- looking Arlene handled it superbly.
'And you Joy, tell us
your story." Betty asked knowing full well what I would tell.
"Well, I tried it with
Carl ... a little."
"And ....?" Betty continued.
"And I felt funny. I
mean, it seems so natural, and like it's the right thing to do,
it's just that I feel funny about it."
"That's OK," Betty reassured
me, "You'll feel better once you get a few spankings under your
belt. All of us felt funny our first time. You can count on all
of us to be there when you need us. Right girls?"
Betty got a resounding
chorus of "yesses" on her question. I knew it in my heart. These
women were there to back me up and give me moral support when I
needed it. I felt good going into the rest of the program.
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