*This is the third excerpt from my book Lesbian Camp Girls. What follows is only part of a chapter. The rest of the chapter is probably too extreme even for this subreddit .*
“Oh, Sandy,” Lisa said. “If only you would just touch me like that, be nice to me, the way you were before today.”
“Sweetheart,” Sandy said, “I will be nice to you. I’ll touch you so gently, so much, that you’ll never stop coming. I’ll do so many things to you and make you feel so good that you’ll think the world ended. And I’ll kiss you over and over again, push my tongue into your mouth and wrap my lips around your tongue and whisper to you again and again how pretty you are and how much I love being with you.”
She stepped back. “As soon as your punishment is over.”
She took a step to the side of Lisa, closing the knife and tossing it back onto her jeans. “Now there’s one thing you have to do,” she said. Sandy pulled her hand back and struck the other girl on the butt. A slap echoed through the clearing.
“Oh!” Lisa protested. “What?”
“Actually you don’t have to do anything. You just have to take it,” Sandy said. “This is part of your punishment.”
“Oh, Sandy! Please don’t!” Lisa cried. “I’m so sorry! I’ll be good! I’ll never leave Casey alone with the kids again!”
“No, I don’t think you will,” Sandy said softly. She struck the black-haired girl again, in exactly the same place, harder.
“Oh God,” the girl cried. She hadn’t been spanked for many years. Her mother used to spank her, seize her by the arm and suddenly pull her drawers down and beat her ass. It always made her feel really bad, but then one day she realized her mother wasn’t spanking her anymore. And she was surprised to realize how much she missed it.
But that was one thing. That was her mother. No one else had ever seen her like this. No one else had ever seen her naked ass exposed to the air—well, aside from Casey and Sandy now—but this was different.
Her face felt hot as Sandy began striking her ass rhythmically. “Oh Sandy,” she said, “how could you be doing this to me?”
“Oh,” the redhead said brightly. “You’d be surprised. You’d be surprised at how easy it is… once you have a girl’s ass exposed to you.”
“Oh, no,” Lisa groaned. “Don’t!” She twisted again. There was something else going on, she realized, riding along on top of the embarrassment and shame. Something that made this feeling unique and tolerable, maybe even desirable. But she didn’t want to think about that something else.
The slaps became steady, crackling through the clearing. Lisa was acutely conscious of the sound, and of Sandy’s breathing, coming fast and shallow.
“Aren’t you going to say it?” Sandy prompted. “Perhaps you should. I don’t care. I’m enjoying this.”
“How could you??”
“I like spanking your little butt. It’s getting all red, you should see it. And I like hearing you say what I want you to say. So either way I get what I want.”
Lisa laughed desperately, but she couldn’t say any more. The rhythm of the slaps heightened the burning feeling that had spread across her fanny and between her legs. Her face burned, too. If she flinched from the spanking, her tender pussy came into contact with the tree’s scratchy bark. If she pulled back from the tree, it meant sticking her ass in perfect position to be spanked. Sandy had her trapped.
But there was something else bothering her, something worse than the stinging pain. She was aware that her pussy was wet. She didn’t know how something like this could be exciting her, and she was angry and embarrassed that her body was betraying her like this.
She was afraid—no, certain—that the redhead would notice she was turned on. And when she did notice, what would happen next? If the spanking stopped and Sandy began touching her, that would be wonderful. But she could hardly admit to herself that the spanking was exciting; how could she let Sandy notice?
The spanking suddenly stopped. Lisa gave a cry of alarm. She hadn’t realized how used she had already become to the feeling of being spanked, and when it stopped, she missed it—much to her own embarrassment.
She was crying, draped over the log. Her body trembled and shook. Each movement provoked a tingling between her legs. She was so confused at the sensations.
Then there was the feeling of Sandy’s fingers between her legs. Lisa squealed, both startled and pleased. Her face turned redder than she had ever thought possible.
“What’s this?” Sandy’s voice came. The fingers dipped between Lisa’s cunt lips again, scooping out pussy juice. “Oh my. I wonder what your explanation is for this?”
“What?” Lisa asked hopelessly.
“It seems—I’m really surprised by this—it looks like your pussy is wet. Now how could that be?”
Lisa tried to turn to face Sandy, but the older girl was right behind her. Lisa sank back onto the log. “I guess…” she mumbled.
“What’s that?” Sandy demanded.
Lisa was silent for a while. Then, she said in a strange, high voice: “You spanked me.”
Sandy gasped slightly. She took her hand away from Lisa’s back and stepped away a couple of feet. Realizing the redhead wasn’t even touching her anymore, Lisa again twisted to see her “Aren’t you going to untie me?” Lisa asked. Then she saw Sandy’s face.
Sandy was staring at her with a crazed expression. As Lisa watched in horror, Sandy backed away to her jeans and removed her belt and approached her again.
“You bad, bad girl—I can see that just getting spanked with my hand has made very little impression on you.”
“Sandy! What are you doing?”
Sandy didn’t answer. She doubled the belt in her right hand, stepped to the side of Lisa, and brought it down on the girl’s already red ass.
“Sandy!” Lisa screamed, as loudly as she dared. “Please! What more do you want?”
The head counselor hit her again, and Lisa jumped and tried to get away. But she couldn’t, and Sandy merely seized her by the hair and held her face close against the rough bark of the log and hit her again. Lisa groaned in despair, a groan that sounded suspiciously like a moan of pleasure.
“You don’t want me to stop now, Lisa,” Sandy breathed.
Lisa found she couldn’t answer. The belt was a soft, webbed belt, and doubled in Sandy’s hand it actually hurt a little less than her hand. It was just the idea of being whipped that she couldn’t stand. She had never been beaten in her life, only spanked. Not even her parents had ever taken a strap or a ruler to her. Of course, she had heard girlfriends tell about getting “whupped,” and it always sounded so cruel.
Now the feeling from before, when Sandy had been spanking her and creating a feeling in her something like excitement, developed another dimension. The warmth of Sandy’s hand was gone. Instead she felt the cold flicking of the belt.
The flicking was interrupted from time to time by a star of pain that made her whole body jump. The webbed belt was soft, but it had a brass cover at the tip that kept it from unraveling. Sandy had doubled the belt in her hand and was hitting Lisa with the soft part. But sometimes she let the belt fly open and Lisa was struck with the metal end. This is what made the star of pain bloom on her ass.
Sandy was entranced with the red marks appearing on Lisa’s butt. She realized the metal end must hurt a lot and she didn’t want to do it too much. But it made her own cunt kick like a dog when she did it. So she tried to get enough of the kicks without taking Lisa too far too soon.
Lisa was on the thin edge of panic. Her mind was concentrating on how humiliating it was, how embarrassing, but the more she concentrated on that, the more the ache in her pussy grew. The hits on her butt were doing something to her. That’s the thing she didn’t want to think about. She could accept that Sandy had exposed her to Uncle Ron, that she had her tied up, that she was spanking her in public. She could see all this as part of her punishment. She could even admit that she was bad and deserved it, if that’s what Sandy wanted, if Sandy ever gave her a chance to say it. But she didn’t want to admit to the part about it turning her on.
It was one thing to be a little cuntlapper. That just felt good, it was like a soft girl thing to do, almost as easy and natural as brushing each other’s hair. It wasn’t so hard to accept. The spanking didn’t feel good, or at least it didn’t start out feeling good, so she found it harder to accept. But it had been nothing compared to this whipping, which seemed so totally nasty.
Of course, Casey got it, but she felt somewhere in her mind that Casey was just a little weirder, more far out than she was. When she’d seen her bunkmate all tied up in the clearing before, she just thought it was something that was a little strange about Casey, something maybe that had nothing to do with her.
Now she was in almost the same position. She was tied in the same ropes in the same spot that Casey had been—the evidence was only too fragrant. What did it mean, to get tied up like this, to be shy and incredibly self conscious of your ass and cunt, and yet for you to be turned on? Lisa felt her face on fire.
Sandy was hitting Lisa in the same rhythm. Her left hand had wandered down between her legs. “Bad,” she breathed. “Say it.”
“Unnnhhh!” Lisa said. “Sandy, what are you doing to me?”
“Say it, Lisa,” Sandy insisted.
“What??”
“Just say you’re bad,” Sandy panted. “Just say you’re a bad girl who deserves a spanking. That’s all.” She pressed her hand hard onto her clit.
“I can’t!” Lisa said in frustration.
“Yes you can. You just have to say it and I’ll stop.” She hoped Lisa would take a little longer to say it. The metal end was striking Lisa now, and she was writhing in the most beguiling way. It was hard not to hit her over and over again. Sandy let out a little involuntary grunt.
“Oh God,” Lisa said. “I — ”
Sandy connected with a pretty good swat. She could see the metal part making marks in Lisa’s butt, little triangular marks. One was bleeding. “Lisaaaa,” she suddenly moaned. “Lisa!”
Her left hand was on her pussy and she was going to come. She was always acutely conscious that she was going to come several seconds before it happened and during those seconds her whole body was washed clean through with pleasure. The pleasure gathered in her until it became a wave, and she watched the process each time with fascination, concentrating at the same time with all her mind on Lisa’s ass and the marks she was making and the little slut’s forced words.
Lisa felt like her whole being was being squeezed through a bottleneck. It was impossible to get through, but she had to get through it because somebody was calling her at the other end.
Then suddenly something gave way, and she was through. “I’m bad,” Lisa suddenly blurted. At the same moment she became completely aware of her soaking cunt. “I’m bad and I’m getting a spanking.”
“Oh shit!” Sandy cried.
“I’m getting spanked, oh God,” Lisa cried. “I’m getting spanked and I’m all tied up and it turns me on and I don’t know what is happening to meeee,” she whined. Almost involuntarily, her hips fucked forward onto the log hard, several times, and she came. “I’m doing it,” she cried, “I’m coming, oh Sandy, you’re hitting me, don’t stop hitting me, don’t stop!” She was suddenly panicked by the idea that the feeling might stop.
Sandy orgasmed, the wave inside her cracking straight out the end of her arm to the belt that was hitting Lisa’s butt. The black-haired girl screamed as Sandy experienced the orgasm in her arm, and the harder she hit the sixteen year old, the more she came.
“Sandy!” Lisa was screaming. “Fuck I don’t know, Oh fuck, Jesus, just, Jesus –!”
“Say it, cunt,” Sandy keened. Her hand was completely automatic on her clitoris, it was just a part of the hitting and coming machine she had become.
“Sandy, I’m coming, I’m coming, my butt, my butt, oh hit me, hit me.”
Sandy felt her heart almost leaping out of her chest. She stopped being able to watch her own orgasm and felt completely shattered by it. A groan escaped from her chest.
“Sandy, I’m bad, Sandy,” the other girl was gasping, her hips thrusting forward. Sandy’s arm faltered as she heard in Lisa’s voice the giving up, the willingness to say anything, the surrender. She tossed the belt on the ground and stepped forward and pushed her hips up against Lisa’s butt.
“Oh, Sandy,” Lisa said. The contact of the other girl’s warmth brought her back into her own body. She felt the older girl gripping her hard, pulling her against her crotch. She kept saying the redhead’s name over and over again.
Sandy shook herself to a halt and somehow managed to get back in control. She reminded herself that she was the older one, that she was responsible. She rested her forehead on Lisa’s shoulder blades and smelled the younger girl’s sweat.
After a few minutes, she straightened up. She untied the other girl and then backed away, her knees still weak, making a dusting-off motion with her hands.
Lisa flopped over and faced her, still out of breath.
Sandy smiled at her almost shyly as she pulled her pants and her shoes back on. “Very good, Lisa,” she said. When she finished, she stood awkwardly for a moment, looking at the girl’s inflamed face, smeared with sweat and tears. “That was very…” For once she found herself at a loss for words, and backed away a few steps, then walked quickly away.
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