Part 3
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.