Part 3

Skinny Dipping

It was the first morning of the season at Camp Aspen. All the campers had arrived the day before, most of them coming in the afternoon. There had been dinner and the traditional speech from the director of the camp, Ms. Lyons. She had told them all about the basic rules of the camp: no hiking or swimming or canoeing without a Big Brother or Sister, no girls in the boys’ cabins and no boys in the girls’ cabins, no skinny dipping in the pond or the pool, and so on. Every one of the rules was bound to be broken multiple times this summer as it was every summer, but it was tradition for Ms. Lyons to give the speech and so she did. At the end of the speech though, she gave a new addendum. Ms. Lyons had told the Big Brothers and Sisters about the new rule, but this would be the first that the kids were to hear about it.

“There will be a new discipline regimen this year at Camp Aspen,” Ms. Lyons had said. “The Big Brothers and Big Sisters have been granted the authority to deliver spankings to those campers who break any of the camp rules.”

There was a sudden commotion at that proclamation. A chorus of whispers, shocked looks, snickers, and disbelieving expressions. Ms. Lyons let it go on for a bit before holding up her hand and silence descended upon the room.

“Each one of your parents has signed the permission form for this line of discipline so there is no use arguing.”

And that had been the end of the speech. The conversation in the dinner hall had been almost exclusively about the possibilities of spankings.

Stanley Kelly had listened to the conversation with a small smile. He was the Big Brother of Ursa Cabin and was definitely looking forward to giving out some spankings.

Now Stanley stood at the dock of the lake, staring out at the smooth, nude figure swimming in that cold water. She hadn’t noticed him yet.

Stanley’s first spanking had been given out earlier than he thought it would have been. All the boys of his cabin had been very good, not sure yet whether or not to push the threat of a spanking. However, while patrolling the forest early that morning, he had caught a very rude little girl wandering about and given her a real blistering.

Stanley returned his attention to the swimmer. He was beginning to get a bit impatient. He stood on the dock of the lake, tapping his toe. Finally, Susan came up from the water, her hands finding the dock, and she began to pull herself out of the lake. She was halfway out when she noticed her brother. With a squeak, she covered her chest and plunged back into the water.

“Susan, get up here now,” Stanley demanded.

“But I’m naked,” Susan objected.

“Exactly. Skinny dipping in the lake is not allowed.”

“What are you going to do?” Susan asked in a small voice.

Stanley had seen his sister frighten campers into good behavior with her furious voice. He had seen her separate fighting children without hesitation. He had even seen her quiet a room with a well-placed glare. But now, before him, caught being naughty, she was a shy and contrite little girl.

“I’m going to follow the rules,” said Stanley.

“But I’m too old for that,” she whined.

“I’m your older brother,” he insisted.

Susan pouted a bit. “Only by five minutes.” And she didn’t get out of the water.

Stanley chuckled a bit. The two were twins in every way but biology. Stanley’s biological mother had died of cancer soon after his birth while Susan’s biological father had died in an automobile accident. Stanley’s father and Susan’s mother had met soon after that and by the time the babies were two years old, their parents had married. It had been a coincidence, the two babies having been born on the same day, only five minutes apart, but ever since then, they had been raised as twins.

“Susan, if you don’t get your butt up here right now, I shall tell the director and I don’t think you want to feel her paddle.”

Susan grumbled under her breath as she pulled herself out of the lake and onto the dock. She snatched up her towel and began to dry herself off. She turned away from Stanley as she did so, not because he had never seen her naked, but because she was quite modest. Stanley similarly turned his gaze away.

Once she was mostly dry and with the towel wrapped around her, Susan turned to face her brother again. A few tears had already escaped, presenting a far different girl from the one who had so confidently spanked two little boys the evening previous. She started to speak, but stopped, recognizing the determined cast to her brother’s face.

“You are a role model,” Stanley said. “Someone for these kids to look up to. Skinny-dipping is specifically forbidden. What do you think one of the kids would think if they saw one of their Big Sisters breaking the rules?”

“I know,” Susan whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Stanley sat on a low bench nearby and Susan lowered herself over his lap with only a little hesitation. He lifted her towel out of the way, exposing her smooth, round bottom and wasted no time in giving it a sharp spank. Susan squeaked. He smacked her again, harder this time and she muffled a cry.

Stanley had spanked his sister before, and she had spanked him, but this was the first time it had ever been for discipline and he found that he was enjoying himself immensely. He enjoyed watching her bottom bounce and he enjoyed watching it slowly turn a pale shade of red and he enjoyed his position of power.

Soon, Susan’s shoulders were heaving with her crying and Stanley slowed up. The two of them got to their feet. They embraced gently.

Susan giggled.

Stanley cleared his throat. “Breakfast is in ten minutes. You’d better go get dressed.”

Susan sniffled and nodded but was smiling a bit.

Stanley picked up her heavy robe and held it so that she could slip into it. She belted it closed then turned and hugged her brother. “What a way to start the morning,” she giggled, “bare naked bathing and spanking.”

Stanley chuckled. He hugged her tight. “Go on,” he ordered, turning her around and landing a swat to get her going. She yelped and hurried off.

Stanley smiled after her. Spanking his sister always made him a bit more cheerful. Then he made his way back to his own cabin. He needed to change out of his damp clothes. Also, his boys, the Ursa clan, would be awake soon and if he weren’t there to keep an eye on them, there’d be chaos.