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“My dating profile says I’m a CODA.” Isaac was stepping backwards carefully as the group made their way back to the cabin after breakfast. He occasionally turned his head to check that he wasn’t going to hit anything, but mostly trusting the group to not let him fall on his ass. “And she asked me what a CODA is.” He couldn’t help but laugh as he saw Dempsey trying to decipher himself what it meant. “My dad is deaf.”
“Ja.” Dempsey had known that already. Isaac had taught them a couple of basic signs throughout the week, usually random words that were asked by Susie or Piper. “You said that before.”
“So I am a CODA. Child of a deaf adult.” Isaac clarified. “But I typed that out for her and it autocorrected… deaf todead. Child of a dead adult.” He turned back to face forward, kicking at the ground in front of him. “And she said ‘that’s fucked up to put in your profile.’ and blocked me.”
“You’re shitting me.” Susie scoffed her shoulders dropping in a slight over dramatic fashion. “You’d think people would learn how to use their brains?”
Susie’s swoop down in front of the cabin door was quick, enough to cause Piper to stumble a bit over Susie’s foot, though she managed to catch herself on the door.
“Look! Another friend!” Susie held up the frog.
“Put it down right now!” Piper’s voice was shrill and demanding.
All four campers froze. The animals froze. Isaac swore the trees and bushes even froze.
“Susie Sillington you put that frog down this moment.” Piper’s wrist popped as she pointed to the ground. Her lips were tightened and her brows were raised as if ready to grab the brat if needed. “One.” She didn’t even bother to warn the count. “Two.”
“Okay!” Susie let the creature go, crossing her arms and letting her foot stomp. “It’s just a bit of fun!”
“This bit of ‘fun’ is over.” Piper mimicked the pose of the little and then nodded her head to the door. “Inside. All of you, we’re having a bunk chat.”
When nobody moved she let her head fall to the side. “Really? You act shocked like none of you did anything even remotely wrong to earn what y’all all about to get.” She scoffed, opening the door.
It wasn’t that she had forgotten that there had been a parade of frogs, or that Dempsey had thrown a tantrum. It was that she hadn’t thought that they wouldn’t have even bothered to clean it while she had been helping Ally in the infirmary. “Okay.” She stepped in, examining the room and how to get started. “Fifteen minutes.” She said simply. “For every minute past that that this cabin is not in spick span shape, there will be more added to each punishment.”
“Wait what.” Isaac’s mouth went dry. “Piper.”
“No. You’re just as guilty in this.”
“How am I guilty!?” Isaac pointed at himself, almost laughing at the idea. Yet Piper just looked at him, waiting for him to figure out what he had done. “Piper…”
“It’s what you didn’t do.” Piper told him. “And we will talk about that once it’s your turn, but for now, clean. Fifteen minutes. Go. Frogs gone, beds made, whatever the fuck is on the floor picked up. I want it spotless.”
Thankfully Ally seemed to quickly dive into capturing as many frogs as he could find and gently letting them loose outside.
Isaac stood there processing what had just been said before slumping a little and then going to his bed to change his sheets first. “Dempsey made the biggest mess.”
“Kid, you’re new at this, and I will respect that and understand that, but if you want to bitch about it then you better be ready to get that back.” Piper leaned against the wall, now waiting for Susie and Dempsey to make their moves.
-
Horrified at the sudden dig from Isaac who had been enthralled with sharing dating fiascos a few moments earlier the blond took a step back as if a manga iconography arrow had pierced him through the chest. Pointing fingers wasn’t nice but it was true and he knew that deep down. Yet, reminding the group of the mess caused a ruddy glow to spread across his face.
“It’s not like I planned on losing bladder control.”
Susie cocked her head to the side, sending him a sympathetic look. “Hey,” She stretched up to her toes to get nearer to his ear. “I don’t think Isaac meant the comment in that way. Littles have accidents sometimes and that’s okay. I mean elderly people have them too and pregnant women have trouble tightening their muscles to prevent leakage. My cousin used to piss herself after sneezing or laughing while pregnant. People need to get over urine stigmas and realize that it’s never intentional. Some people have actual medical problems.”
Isaac nodded quickly in agreement with Susie, turning almost as red as his hair at the thought that Dempsey thought he’d shame him for that. “Yeah, not like that. I meant like… the… Susie’s stuff on the floor!” He stammered over his words.
Surprised at the uncharacteristic kindness Dempsey glanced at Piper who happened to overhear the conversation since Susie didn’t quite reach to whisper directly into his ear. The woman confirmed what the girl had said with a nod which alleviated the tension that had begun to spread to his shoulders.
“Bet I can clean faster than you, Big Bird.”
Dempsey let out a grunt, wondering if Susie’s elbow could be considered part cactus from how sharply it had nudged against his ribs. “We aren’t competing against each other. This is an alliance against the clock.”
They totally were competing against each other.
Ally caught onto the game pointing under beds so that Dempsey could duck down and stick long arms underneath to grab the elusive critters who had made themselves at home. Susie dumped an armful of frogs onto Isaac’s sheets laughing when the man let out a startled ‘hey!’
“Don’t get prickly. This is an innovative way to transport multiple specimens faster.” Taking two corners in hand, she closed the gap between herself and the carrot-top. “Hold those ends!”
Isaac paused long enough to scan the room and witness the multiple trips Ally and Dempsey took from the cabin door to the beds. Unwilling to admit her genius aloud because it had caused him clean sheets, he gave a concurring nod. “Just don’t drop that side.”
As they crossed the porch and down the steps Susie broke into song. “I can open your eyes/ Take you wonder by wonder/ Over, sideways, and under on a magic carpet ride.” She released a corner of the fabric at the same time as Isaac. Frogs sailed through the air and her voice reached the soprano range. “A whole new world/ A new fantastic point of view!” Twirling in glee at sending the creatures to roam free where they belonged she raced back inside with a victory whoop.
12 minutes were sacrificed catching frogs. The remaining three consisted of tidying random junk littering the floor.
“Whose underwear is this? Susie held a pair of back boxers up by the tip of one finger.
“How did those get over there? Those are mine!” Ally caught the article artfully slipping it into his bag. His foot brushed against a singular fuzzy scuff. “Pink slipper incoming!”
“Hurry–hurry!” Susie beckoned for the toss, managing to grab it before it landed on the floor again. Climbing up the ladder she dropped it onto the foot of her mattress.
Isaac set his sheets aside by the door as a reminder to stop by the washers and dryers later to sanitize them. Rushing over to the spare bed, he collected the quilt and folded it gently before placing it at the head of his bed and taking a seat.
Piper’s voice rang out clearly in the space.
“Five…”
Dempsey grabbed his stuffed possum Sir Kerfluffle.
“Four…”
Susie straightened her pillow.
“Three…”
Ally wiggled into a criss-cross applesauce position.
“Two…”
Isaac sucked in a breath.
“One…Time’s up!”
-
During the chaotic 15 minutes of frog collecting and the attempt of the cleaning of the cabin Piper had snuck out and collected four twigs from the ground. Thin, wiry things that had fell off during a storm, nothing actually substantial, something that most would scoff at for even pretending it was a magic wand. She just needed them for a simple task though.
“Alright. Pick a stick.” She held out her clenched fist that held the sticks, keeping them looking rather even in size. She reached up to Ally, who was a bit perturbed by the request, but did so without argument. She then turned to Susie “Now yours.”
Susie’s face was contorted into a mixture of confusion, judgement, and curiosity. “You call these switches?”
“No. Sticks. I think you should keep your mouth quiet and turn those listening ears on.” Piper winked then continued to talk to her as Dempsey hesitantly grabbed his. “I know you need some attention, and I am going to give it to you. I am also willing to give you however much you need, little girl.” She made her way to the other side of the bed, letting Isaac grab the last twig from her hand. She knew Susie needed a lot of it. That was fine, she could handle a lot. The line she was trying to figure out right now is how hard she could go. Find what would bring the woman to the space she needed. “So if you need more, keep going. I can take it.”
“Why are you encouraging it?!” Isaac flopped back into his bed with a huff. “She put frogs in the room, caused Dempsey to-”
Piper quickly cut him off “Fall into little space, yes.” She leaned against the bedframe and thought on how to explain it to him. “So this cabin, this campground, all of it. Pool, lake, tennis courts, whatever. All of it.” She made a circle with her hand as to encapsulate it all. “Is a space for this to happen.” She huffed. “Yes, we live dynamics in our normal lives, but outside of school for most of us there is not a space where we can be open like this.” She looked to Dempsey, then Susie, then Ally, the four sharing a knowing look. “We go outside of our towns and yes we have ways to communicate, deal with actions and consequences, do things within our lifestyle, but it is all controlled. We constantly are thinking of people around us, what their limits could be, how much we can push in a rather vanilla society. So here? Here we don’t have to do that. They can be as little or as big or as masochistic-” She paused to look at Susie with a knowing smirk “As they want to be. I can be as sadistic as I want to be. I can take care of them without looks and none of us feeling judged.”
Isaac’s tongue ran across his bottom lip as he listened to her words carefully.
“Just like you, Susie got a list of all of our yes, no’s, all that. Our greens and reds. She knows where she can push me and she knows my limits and she knows that at any point if I call red that she respects that.”
“If she’s little?”
“Little isn’t incompetent. Just like in an emergency you could have been exhausted and suddenly you have the energy of a tasmanian devil. Red isn’t a light word to call, it’s something that we are all kind of in tune to.” Piper sat herself next to him. “And I trust her to do the same if she needs to. I trust Ally, I trust Dempsey, I trust you.”
Isaac started to turn red again.
“Uh…” Ally hesitantly spoke up. “We’ve all been new at this, Isaac. It’s really weird at first.” He admitted, rubbing his hand through scruffy hair on the back of his head. “It still is sometimes.”
Piper laughed a bit, nodding. “It is still incredibly weird sometimes. Like sometimes you leave to get pinecones and come back to frogs all over your cabin.” She looked at the four quickly, making sure that they were not forgetting that they were in trouble. “And so you sit there and debate on what to do with a masochist, a person who you still can’t fully tell if he is out of little space enough to take a punishment, a sweet bean who I feel like I might break if I look at him the wrong way, and a newbie who I’m surprised hasn’t left for home yet.” She flipped her hand to him. “And I think how I’m going to spank all four of you because this whole thing was insane, and I know that Susie’s going to feel so much better after the fact and probably show off her marks to her Viking Daddy-” She huffed a laugh as she heard giggles from Dempsey and an ‘embarrassed’ groan from Susie. “Dempsey is going to fall back a bit again and just need some extra attention, which we can make work.” She nudged the side of his bed with her foot. “Ally is going to probably want to lay down for a little. Maybe read, do something quiet, but be with us still. And you.”
“Me.” Isaac felt his throat grow dry.
“You’re going to freak out a bit, but I think you’re going to be more okay than you think you are.”
“I’m not a masochist.”
“I didn’t say you were going to like it. It’s a punishment for a reason, Isaac.” Piper stood back up, stretching herself out. “But you’re going to live, and you’re going to stay for the next seven weeks and enjoy yourself and probably get spanked a few times before you go.”
“And then you get a free t-shirt that says ‘I survived my first spanking at Camp Knotty Pines!’” Susie pushed herself back up, a grin on her face.
-
The brittle branchlet resting in the palm of his sweaty hand reminded Ally that comeuppance had yet to occur. Nature had cruelly rewarded him with a nat 1. Honestly, that felt apropos considering the prank pulled. No one else could possibly have chosen a smaller stick which meant that he was tasked with bearing the brunt of Piper’s swing.
If he tries to take a positive spin on it at least he won’t have to wait for long like the rest of the group. Yet, on the other hand, that meant receiving a thrashing from an arm unfazed from lethargy.
Based on Isaac and Dempsey’s expressions they didn’t share Susie's joviality or trademark bratty smirk. Sir Kerfluffle pressed tightly against the blond’s chest. Long fingers brushed over faux fur in an effort to self-sooth. Isaac worried at his lower lip appearing more assured by the explanation of discipline but restless. It probably required effort on his part not to bolt.
They had drawn the line in the sand and judging by Piper’s considering head tilt the time to pay the well…Piper had arrived.
“Here.” There really was no use in playing dumb or acting deceptive. He held up the miniscule gavel inwardly wincing at adjourning all prospects of sitting comfortably for the next 24 hours. “I’m first.”
Ally approached Piper with his head held high though he did have to pause to rub the lens of his glasses. The darn contraption fogged at the most inconvenient times. It certainly wasn’t due to the moisture building in his eyes. Nuh-uh, no way!
“Do you want me to grab the disciplinary tool that I packed?” Blinking away tears, he cleared his throat, and handed over the stick. “Oh, uh, wait. How should I address you for this? I know percentages vary amongst kinksters when it comes to honorific usage during chastisement.”
His eyes bounced to the group before returning to Piper. Public spankings never did get easier. It wasn’t a limit. Piper had folders with all their preferences. It just meant there was no feasibility at shrugging off what was bound to happen over the next several minutes.
“Did you know that the human hand has 27 bones? Oh, the thumb is responsible for a majority of the functionality. It’s so fascinating! Even more so that there are 17,000 touch and nerve receptors which provide awareness to thermal reading, discomfort, and textures.” Great. Now, the rambling had started and he wasn’t equipped with an off switch.
–
Ally’s nervous fact spewing was rather charming, but Piper couldn’t let that distract from the fact he was standing in front of her for a reason. She reached forward, setting her hands on his shoulders and pushing down to give just the slightest bit of weight. “I do not know these things, no, and I would be willing to learn after all punishments are finished.” She felt a bit of a tug as he pressed his lips tightly, his curls falling as he looked down.
“Okay.” He linked his hands behind him and twisted his socked feet below.
Piper nodded her head and then looked around the room to find what she could to possibly sit on for this thing. The stools that sat with the tall slender table on the wall with the window, were a bit too high up for Piper’s legs to reach the ground, much less support somebody over her lap.
The free bed it was. She went to it and sat herself down and adjusted until she got comfortable. “Bring me your implement.” She told him. She had heard him ask before hand, but then he started to ramble and she hadn’t acknowledged it. “You can just call me Piper, or miss, ma’am. Whatever you are comfortable with, as long as it is respectful.”
His face fell, his eyes getting glossy before he had even been put over her lap. He went to his drawer and pulled out his paddle from home. It was a simple maple paddle, a thin handle that flared out into a slim rectangle, about the size of a colored pencil box. He held it like it would burn if he actually held onto it tight. He slid himself forward to Piper, holding it out like an offering and sniffling already.
“Thank you.” Piper told him. She patted the bed next to her and let him sit. “Let’s talk about what happened before we do anything. Who wants to get started?”
“I think it’s rather obvious.” Isaac’s fingers were pushing on each other, as if he wanted to pop them but they wouldn’t give in. “Susie brought the frogs in, Ally helped, Dempsey broke shit, and I… still don’t know what I did.”
Piper scoffed. “You do know what you did.” She could read it on his face. “And you just don’t want to say it out loud, and I told you the next time that it happened that I would spank you.” She reminded him. “So don’t act like you saved the day because you ended up helping. What did I tell you to do if they were doing something that wasn’t safe?”
How did a woman so tiny make him feel smaller than her? His shoulders dropped and he let himself flop back on the bed with a groan.
“I want an answer, Isaac.”
“Piper-”
“If you need a reminder we can do a warm up now.”
“I don’t have the short stick!” He quickly shot back up.
Piper cracked a sadistic smile. “That’s why it would be a warm up. You’d get a bit warm now, until your memory gets jogged. Then you’d wait your turn until your punishment spanking. Still in the same order as before.”
Isaac’s mouth went dry and his breath waivered. His face and chest reddened and he tightened his hands into balls. “You told me to stop them.”
Piper nodded. “Exactly, and you didn’t. You raised your voice instead, and not in a way to gain control but in a way to try and invoke fear. Even if you weren’t ready to spank Susie, you had options.” She cut him off before he went to speak, knowing what he was going to say. “Yes, a spanking is going to have a level of fear and anxiety to it every time for both the spankee and the spanker.” She pointed out. “But the point is not for control, it is for guidance and redirection.”
“I tried to put her in the corner…”
“You tried doing it…” Piper tried to figure out her wording. “You were angry and not assertive. Susie’s seasoned at this.” Her eyes flicked to the other woman with a smirk, then back to Isaac. “She can sense your fear from miles away and she thrives off of it. She knew you weren’t going to do anything and so she was going to keep pushing.”
Isaac looked down. “Sorry.”
“We’re going to take care of this, and it’ll be done. I’m sure there are going to be many more opportunities to get to learn.” Piper told him then looked at the other three. “What about you three?”
-
Ally glanced at Susie for help as he attempted to collect his thoughts and avoid hyperfixating on the maple paddle within Piper’s clutch. Throwing people under the bus didn’t slot into his bratting standards. That route usually ended messily and concluded with word spreading through the grapevine that you weren’t a reliable confidant.
Luckily, Susie picked up on his panic.
“Everyone’s been walking on eggshells with each other. We needed more than small talk to break the ice. I mean Isaac’s super uptight, Ally’s afraid to accidentally offend someone by stepping out of line, and Big Bird won’t feel at peace until he has a decent lay of the land. Hence the clinginess and late night texting to his warden.”
“Hey! Colt’s not my warden. Plus, you text Erik all the time too!” Dempsey snapped.
“Of course. I’ve sexted my Viking Daddy at least 4 times since we’ve been here.” She placed a hand against her forehead in a melodramatic swoon. “I can’t help it. Something about nature brings out my urges to be conquered and bedded. All that lush greenery begging for pilfering and that mossy rock on the trail to the waterfall oooh–la–la, take me now!” She tipped over in a fit of giggles.
Dempsey shook his head vowing to never access the waterfall by that route ever again.
Eager to return the conversation back on a clean track Ally cleared his throat. “I think Susie wanted us to let loose a bit. Which is why she invited me to join in on the prank.” He scuffed his heel against the floor. “I wouldn’t have gotten involved if I had known it would give Dempsey a fright. We just wanted to add a bit of spontaneous fun to the day.”
“You could have hurt the bouncers!” Dempsey set his possum down to pierce Ally with an accusatory stare.
“We didn’t intend to harm any wildlife! Everything got out of hand really fast–and–and–well, you almost hurt Susie. Yeah, we pulled a terrible prank but you need to remember your size. You are much bigger than she is.” He brushed a few fingers over his tender nose with a wince. That pillow to the face had been brutal. If it had collided with the small woman she would have been knocked out cold.
The comment about his size had Dempsey recoil against the headboard of the wooden bunk. His mouth fell open in disbelief. Although Ally hadn’t intended for the remark to dig into an insecurity it took root among his greatest fear–that he was too Big to be Little and too Little to be Big.
“Well, excuse me, for entering into a fucking fight-or-flight response from stress.” Dempsey grabbed the nearest object—a stainless steel water bottle–and flung it across the room at Ally. “I hope you develop warts from touching the Aufhocker! Verpiss dich!”
The item landed with a booming clang several feet away. It rolled a few inches until it disappeared from view beneath a bunk.
Ally’s arms automatically lifted to ward off another projectile. When nothing collided with his body, he peeked a timid eye open and let out a shaky breath.
“What the hell, Big Bird?!” Susie bent over the railing to glare at her bunk buddy. “If you want to be mad, direct it my way. This was my idea. Alley just tagged along.” A sharp fingernail dug into the skin of the blond’s forehead. “Stop calling them everything except what they actually are. The word you are looking for is frogs–F-R-O-G-S–frogs! Capiche? Not whatever mumbo jumbo you uttered. Aren’t glasses supposed to make you smarter? Or are you dumb because you have contacts in?”
–
“Dempsey Wilhelm Jürgen, go pick it up now!” Piper stood, finger snapping before she pointed to the water bottle. “You will pick that water bottle up and you will go put your butt in the corner <i>now</i>.” She almost seemed to growl near the end of it.
Dempsey hadn't expected his full name, much less from the small woman. His eyes shrunk to a pinprick and he almost seemed to shrink in on himself. He stumbled as he moved out of his bed, only taking his eyes off Piper when he thought he would fall, and waterborne. sideshuffling to the waterbottle.
Satisfied, Piper's glare then went to Susie. “You aren't high and mighty here, I am not your Viking Daddy and I'm not going to give you a congratulatory sticker for getting yourself spanked, and I'm not going to have after spanking masochistic sex with you. I have a girlfriend at home for that.” She clapped her hands together and held them there as she took a breath. “At this point you're just being mean to be mean, and I do not take that lightly. You're a brat, not a bully.” She bit her tongue to hold back another ‘b’ word she wanted to call the girl. “Do you think I'm not smart because I wear contacts?” She hadn't worn her glasses much except at night to bed and when she read in the mornings, but they had seen her in them. “Hmm?”
Then she looked at Ally. “Size does not determine strength, and yes, he does need to take care but not because of his size. Because let me tell you, I've dealt with tiny subs who have massive strength, just as I have with tops.” She wasn't scolding him as much as making him aware that his words had meaning. She knew Dempsey struggled, she had read it in his file, she also knew that she was right. Sure, his size helped with intimidation, but his physical size had nothing to do with how hard he could swing a pillow.
“I sat on and killed a frog. Wildlife got hurt.” Isaac shuttered as he remembered the incident from just a couple hours ago. “In my bed.” He then looked up at Susie, then smirked <i>”Are you really judging somebody for using their first language?”</i> He signed along as he said it. <i>”Is your jealousy because you can't comprehend it or because you wish you were smart enough to learn even basic decency, much less something advanced like a second language.”</i> He let his hands fall to his side with a huff. He ran a hand through his hair and then grunted, looking at her. “Sorry.” He muttered. “That was mean.” He had regretted saying it almost as soon as he had finished saying it. “You aren't stupid. You just can't be mean to somebody because you don't understand them.”
Piper let the words sit then looked back at Dempsey, who now had his water bottle, but was standing where it had landed. “Get your implement and get in that corner.” She repeated then looked at them. “Got it. I messed up.” She put her hands up. “I got the message loud and clear, and I know how to fix that, or at least start to.”
-
Dempsey crouched down to tug his suitcase out from under the bed. The sound of the slider gliding to unhook the teeth of the material impelled all eyes to settle on the movement. A lamentable hand retrieved a walnut colored brush. It had a wide surface, the edges were rounded, and RBU’s Wear Out store had added a ridiculous wrist strap at the handle's tip as if spanking were an extreme Wii Sport. The loop served as a squirmy reminder that the item had other uses along with specially designed phrasing:‘Flip for Hair, Turn Over for Trouble’
Plodding through the aisle of bunks to reach the corner caused the back of the blond’s neck to redden. Two walls awaited for the abashed figure to shuffle into place. Dempsey pressed his forehead against the plane while keeping his hands in front of his body. One thumb brushed over the carved lettering with a shiver. An incentive to behave would soon be branded onto his bottom.
Normally, Colt set a timer, and stood near-by during corner time. However, Piper had clearly read through his file because she didn’t send him into a separate space like the bathroom to wait out his sentence. Though he doubted she would leave him to collect dust for very long.
All the camp counselors were equipped with a backbone and almost an uncanny ability to read body language. A teeny tiny part of him was glad to be sent to the corner. At least, he wouldn’t have to watch the proceedings. Well, until his name was called. Ally’s stick hadn’t been much smaller than his.
“You are right.” Suse had the decency to appear ashamed. She met Piper’s eyes, through a thin layering of mist. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
Right, she knew what it was like to experience the mental aftermath of bullying. That had been her life from Kindergarten to High school. When you’ve grown up hearing people publicly pierce you with barbs and have escaped to bathrooms to cry only to hear whispered rumors circulating about yourself that influences your self-perception. Being called out for becoming the very thing she despised. Well, that’s a rude awakening.
“I’m sorry, Dempsey. I projected some personal shit onto you. You aren’t stupid.” It wasn’t the best apology, merely a bandaid to cover the bases. That real deal would come after discipline when tears streamed down her face. Yet, the words needed to be said even if forgiveness wasn’t on offer.
Unsure of what further to say, Susie settled for untwisting the rubber bands holding her pigtails in place. Playing with her hair remained a self-soothing habit. Erik had shown her how to gently comb through her locks instead of just sitting and yanking at the split ends until they fell out.
“Can I keep my underwear, please?” Ally asked, voice soft. Honestly, there probably wasn’t a dom in history who had ever said ‘yes’ to such a request but it seemed worth a try.
–
“That's a good start, Susie.” Piper meant it too. She wanted to make sure that even if Dempsey didn't forgive, that it was acknowledged that she meant it. “We'll talk more about it when you're over my knee.” She then looked at Dempsey, content. “Good job, Dempsey. Thank you for getting there quickly.”
This wasn't going to be an easy thing for any of them so if she could make it any easier or give them more comfort in knowing that she at least cared for them. Right now, though she could see his anxious hands on his brush, he was the most relaxed of the whole bunch. Susie looked like if somebody said even hello to her she'd burst into tears. Isaac was half buried under his quilt, picking at a spot where the thread had come loose and looking at Piper with big eyes, clearly terrified of what was about to happen, and it wasn't even his turn yet.
She shook her head when Ally asked about his underwear. “No sir, you may not.” She watched as he seemed to shrink with that answer. Then she reminded him of the system. “We use the stoplight.” She told him, though it had been discussed on day one. “If at any point you need to, red stops everything. Yellow can pause things so we can figure out how to adjust physically or mentally. Green means good to go.” “What color are you now, Ally?”
Ally rubbed his hands together, twisting them in and out as he stumbled out “Green.”
“Okay then. Let's get started.” She took down his pants and underwear in one quick swoop to his knees and she put him over her knee without fanfare. She was starting with her hand for all four. It would be limited, as a hand with four people would be brutal on her as well. The two of them got positioned as best as they could, his top half on the bed and then his feet on the ground, Piper sitting forward for her feet to reach as well.
Her hand slapped down on his bottom and once she started she did not let up. Her hand bounced back and forth between each cheek, watching as it started blushing pink. “Ally, you joined in on something without thinking of consequences. You messed with other's things, frogs in beds is not okay. That is not your space.”
He was wiggling, but not fighting. Only little whimpers were getting out at this point. It hadn't been much with her hand. She had to wait for the others. Once she felt she had gotten him warmed up at least a little she picked up the paddle and then smacked it down without warning.
Ally jumped and yelped, both in pain and surprise. “Ow!”
Piper didn't let up, setting another four down quickly. “Alder, pranks are okay, but they should not harm others.”
-
Ally yipped as the sleek surface of the paddle focused on a patch of skin that had already received a few hearty slaps.
The scolding instantly spurred him to hide his face in the crook of an arm. “I know.” His stomach twisted with the knowledge that he had treated Dempsey unfairly by throwing caution to the wind and jumping head first into a silly scheme.
“I’m sorry!” An image of the blond’s startled face came to mind. The horror that had swept across blue eyes. A mouth falling open to scream–delayed a fraction of a second from petrification.
Everyone always described him as the peacemaker. The person who ensured that get-togethers run smoothly. That no one felt left out of conversations or abandoned in the corner texting a friend to pick them up. In order to promote harmony, he spent countless hours researching facts, memorizing jokes, checking gaming articles, and watching the latest shows. All with the intention to hook a conversation starter out when the social atmosphere becomes clogged with awkwardness.
His lower lip trembled.
I’m a failure!
The lens of his glasses fogged from humid tears. It wasn’t possible to hide the sniffles shuddering from his body every few seconds. To avoid the eyewear possibly breaking or leaving marks on his face, Ally took the glasses off and folded the temples before setting them aside on the bed.
His bottom felt hot enough to act as a torch for cave exploring. Every crack of the paddle encouraged his hindquarters to try and evade the retribution.
He raised his head to gulp down fresh air. Eyes landing on the trembling giant in the corner. ““I’m sorry, Dempsey! I didn’t mean to scare you like that!” His breath hitched when the fierce wood clipped the inside of a thigh.
It hurt! He wasn’t a glutton for pain and wanted to end the proceeding pronto.
“I’m sorry, Isaac! I shouldn’t have helped Susie put frogs into your bed. That was inconsiderate and gross. AH–OW!”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
“I’m sorry, Susie! I shouldn’t have supported our naughtiness.”
The girl bit her lip at Ally’s crying. Normally, she relished watching other brats catch a damn good spanking but this time it was hard to raise her head.
Ally’s button nose turned redder with every swat as he frantically used the back of one hand to rub at the snot pooling out. Curly hair appeared tousled and he raised one foot up at a particularly nasty swat.
Dempsey glanced over his shoulder at hearing another apology. The sight of their soft looking cabin mate crying into the sheets had him shifting in place. First, in sympathy. Second, in anticipation because soon he would become the spectacle on display.
“I’m sorry, Piper! For making a mess and–and–ruining our planned itinerary!”
–
Isaac huffed as Ally apologized about the frogs, getting a glare from Piper. How the hell did she even do that? She didn't even miss a beat with the dammed paddle in between that.
Piper paused as he called about the itinerary. “I am not upset about the itinerary. This is camp, what we have is loose.” She told him. “But yes, everything else was not okay.” She lifted the paddle once more. “I appreciate your apologies and recognizing how they upset your cabin mates as well.” She told him. “Alright. Last four. Then we are all done, Ally.”
With that she slapped the paddle down on the curve where his thighs and bottom met, giving a bit of extra strength with it. She then landed the second one on the opposite side, then third layered on the first, and the fourth on the second.
Ally cried out each time the paddle met his backside. Once he recognized that it was done he let himself go noodly over Piper's lap.
“You did so good.” Piper told him, rubbing her hand up and down his back. “It's all over. I am so proud of you for taking your spanking head on.”
Her eyes looked up, but her head stayed where it was at when she heard Isaac's bed creak and his footsteps. She watched until she couldn't, hearing rustling behind her in the cabinet below the sink. “Isaac-”
“I'm getting him tissues!” Isaac practically jumped out of his skin. “You don't have any!”
Piper finally turned a little to look at him, nodding her head with an appreciative smile. “Can you also grab the metallic purple bag that's on the shelf, and bring it here as well?”
Isaac didn't break eye contact for a few seconds, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “Uh, yeah.” He finally stammered out. Once he got himself stood he grabbed the bag and made his way to Piper, setting the bag down next to her and offering the only tissue he could find, a toilet paper roll, to Ally. No words were exchanged, there didn't need to be. Ally's reddened, snotty face said it all. Then eventually Isaac broke the silence. “It's okay, Ally.” It was quiet, but sincere.
Ally started to wail again, this time because of the relief of forgiveness from his friend. “Wait!” He jumped as he felt his butt being touched again, but then realized instead of fire it was something cooler.
“Lotion. Just aquaphor, but it is sworn to prevent a chafed ass, highly recommended by Leigh.” Piper snorted. “She gets it applied rather often.” She gently rubbed in the cream. Once she was finished she patted his back. “Why don't you go lay down? It'll be a bit before we head out today. Stay off your phone for now.” She encouraged him off from over her lap.
Ally didn't bother to even pull his pants up, instead letting himself step out of them and climbing his way, slowly, up to his bunk. He plopped himself down, still sniffling as he got himself as comfortable as he could. “I'm sorry.” He said once more.
“No sorry needed. It is done, and it is a clean slate.” Piper reassured again as she got up to toss his tissue and wash her hands. Once she was back at the bed she took a deep breath. “Dempsey, come here please. Isaac, go take his place.” She motioned with her head.
“What?” Isaac's head popped up. “Piper…”
“Isaac.” Piper's voice deepened. “Unless you want to safe, then this is not an option.”
The boy swallowed, but he felt his body betraying his brain? Somewhat? Maybe? He didn't want to go to the corner, but there he was, next to Dempsey waiting to trade spaces.
-
Suddenly, the corner didn’t seem such a bad place to stay. Blond locks whipped over his forehead as he attempted to press even tighter into the cramped space. “I don’t want a spanking!”
Isaac patted his back in commiseration. “Believe me, I agree. If you get it over with then I can get it over with and we can forget about the whole thing.” A tremor clung to the end of brave words that signaled just how much this new scenario was overwhelming the younger man.
Dempsey turned in place, blue eyes filling with tears, a thumb slotted between his teeth in an anxious bite. “Can–uh, well…” he cut himself off, eyebrows furrowing, contemplating over how to best articulate a request. Impatient at the delay and reluctance on his part to just speak a sharp incisor nipped the end of his thumb.
“Hey,” Isaac’s head tilted in disapproval. “I don't think you should do that.”
“Will you walk with me, please?” Dempsey gasped in air after the question, surprised to find that he had resorted to holding his breath in anticipation of a swift denial. Incapable of meeting the other boy’s gaze, his grip on the handle of the brush tightened causing the skin around his palm to pale significantly.
From across the room, Piper gave Isaac an approving nod when he sought her out for directions. Relieved that stepping away wouldn’t be taken as a middle finger salute to her previous order, he slipped his hand into Dempsey’s free one and led him over to the bed.
They didn’t exchange further words. Dempsey was too keyed up and Isaac didn’t have it in him to season promisings when the clock was ticking on when his own backside would face the chopping block.
A squeeze to Dempsey’s hand occurred before the fingers slipped free and footsteps padded over to the free corner.
“Ohhh, I really don’t wanna spanking.” Blue eyes assessed Piper’s hands before trailing up to her face. “I’ve never been paddled bare by a lady before. M’am, can I please have Sir Kerfluffle?”
If she didn’t let him squeeze something then his arms might mistake her snack-sized stature for a lone squishmallow. Piper had lovely curves and a soft looking middle that practically begged for someone to hug. Couldn’t he just place an ear to that inviting chest for a cuddle instead of getting a thorough backside warming?
Piper opened her mouth either to confirm or deny the request but Dempsey couldn’t contain the impulse and bounded over to his bunk to sweep up the furry companion. He sniffled into the creature’s fur for a brief moment before returning to the space Ally had previously stood.
“B-brushes are for hair, not hind-ends.” It felt necessary to point that fact out despite that RBU considered the item as fully multipurposeful. “Don’t use it please. I can learn from just a hand. Fingers are fierce, Ja? And–and you have five of them.”
The tip of the brush prodded at each digit on the woman’s hand.
“See? You essentially are built with five implements.” Colt always left distinct finger marks on creamy cheeks when he dished out warning swats, so he figured that Piper would do the same. In an attempt to dial up the pathetic/cuteness scale, Dempsey stuck his lower lip out and widened his eyes while resting a cheek against the stuffed possum.
“Versole mir nicht den Hintern.”
–
“First, I have paddled and spanked many guys on the bare bottom, you’re going to be fine. Just like them. If you’re worried about your body doing its own thing, don’t be. If it happens you can always safe, but I ignore it.” Piper wanted to reassure him. “Second, I know fingers are fierce, Dempsey, but so are brushes that are made for naughty bottoms.” She held back a chuckle. She wasn't going to let him know how precious he was being. “And you have been a naughty boy.” She told him, fiddling with the button on his jeans. “We are going to start over my lap and see how it works from there.” She told him, making sure to sound reassuring that what she said next didn't sound like an attack. “You are quite a bit taller than me, and I don't want either of us getting hurt or uncomfortable during this.”
Isaac had grabbed for his spoon on his way back to the corner. Ht is mouth felt like cotton, yet also filmy like when you wake up with a cold. His hands felt foreign and he couldn’t get the spoon to rest comfortably in his grip. It felt too small? Like it was microscopic and if he lost it catastrophe might happen. He rolled the handle in his finger tips and grimaced as it twirled with ease, the air swooshing around it was barely audible, but he caught it, shivering just a little. He shut his eyes tightly when he heard Dempsey started to whine.
“You can keep them on!” Dempsey pleaded as Piper’s fingers slid around both waistbands and shimmied pants and underwear down to his knees, yet again unbothered by the man's partial nudity.
“You do not get to make the decisions right now, Dempsey.” Piper looked up to him, which was a bit of a strain on her neck, but oh well. She’d make that work. “You lost that choice when you decided to let your anger out on people’s personal items.” She reminded him. “Also, little boy;” She paused for a moment to let that sink into him, smirking a bit when he somehow seemed to shrink into his shoulders. “You hurt somebody.” She shook her head and held up a finger as he started to defend the accident. “I know it was an accident that he got hurt.” She took his hands in hers, rubbing her thumbs over the tops of his hands as best as she could. “But you did it out of anger. You are way stronger than you realize, and no, it’s not because you are large. It’s because you are you. You just have to keep these things in mind. Just like me when I talk, I get really loud and I don’t hear it until somebody tells me it sounds like I’m yelling.” She chuckled a bit. “Just something to be aware of.” She let go of his hands and motioned to her lap.
-
That reasonably simple explanation resonated with Dempsey enough that he buttoned his lip against further whining. Bending over the awaiting lap involved a bit of awkwardness because he had to wiggle his torso further up the bed while half straddling Piper’s knee.
Unfazed at the wallowing brat simultaneously trying to stay in her good graces while angling his bottom away from effective access, Piper provided a few pats across the meatiest part of his thighs while providing directions.
“Ally’s bottom wasn’t arched like this.” Dempsey huffed into the fur of his possum. Unhappy that part of a pillow rested beneath his hips to lift up the very caboose his boyfriend lovingly referred to as “pert.”
No fingers traced smooth words of endearment across the snowy mounds. Instead, Piper’s slapping palm brought a sudden heat to the surface of his skin. “Oh no, you keep your legs where I put them, I don’t care how long it takes. These cheeks will end up an even shade of red throughout so the more you fight, the longer it’ll be.”
The sudden smack proved an effective attention grabber. Dempsey corrected the blunder immediately. Going as far to glance over one shoulder to ensure a distinctive gap remained between twitchy thighs.
Piper hadn’t requested the brush to be passed to her. Which meant she was too preoccupied with generating a cozy enough environment for him to lay across or intended for him to keep the disciplinary tool close as a reminder that handswats were only a precursor to the main event.
“Please don’t spank my thighs. If I go swimming everyone will know because I only have a speedo.”
“You can always wear a dark pair of boxers instead.” Ally piped up from his bunk. The glare sent his way accompanied by the flat of the brush smacking against the bedding made the curly haired guy wince. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to side against you. I just wanted to provide a solution to the predicament in your mind. I’ll just keep my thoughts to myself.”
Dempsey flicked his thumb over the bristles of the brush like a dealer shuffling a fresh deck of cards. Playing with the tool distracted him from unwelcome thoughts such as having his bare bottom on display for the whole room to gawk at.
No more swats had landed after the attention grabber which confounded him immensely. What was Piper’s holdup? Sir Kerfluffle burrowed against his arm pit sensing that refuge will be safer when the onslaught of smacks finally transpire.
“Why are you making me wait?!” Dempsey snapped, nerves beyond frazzled.
–
Piper recoiled at Dempsey’s snapping. “Excuse you?” She started to slap her hand down once more. “I am in charge here, little boy. If you wanted to control this you would have been better behaved.” That statement had ensured that he did, in fact, need his thighs a deep shade of red as well as some smacks on his inner thighs.
Isaac winced as Dempsey yelled back. Damn that was stupid of him, that Isaac knew. He drummed his fingers against his thigh, feeling like the whole world knew at this point he was standing in a corner waiting to get bared and spanked as the two before him.
Piper pushed Dempsey’s thighs apart and then slapped down at the undercurve of his bottom again, making sure to redden it to a deep scarlet, not stopping before landing three slaps on each inner thigh, causing Dempsey to practically jump off her lap. “He can use his speedo. He should have thought before packing, or more so before misbehaving.” The palm of her hand pushed on his upper back. “You stay where you are at Dempsey Jurgen. We are not done yet and we will not be until you decide you are ready to listen and accept the fact that you have earned this spanking.” She landed three more swats on each inner thigh again. “I will stick you back in that corner, bottom just like this, if I need to.”
She had done this many times before with Leigh when she would fight and act like she could make the punishment she so rightfully earned, just go the way she wanted. “Do you understand me?”
-
“Yes! Yes! I understand!”
Dempsey whined, imagining how badly his flesh must have rippled from the sneaky application to his inner thighs.
He could imagine a pink splotch turning a shade darker at every buffet of the artist's hand. Nociceptors always applied pain with thermal readings. Dempsey recalled how once while trailing behind Papa Gunter as a toddler, his foot had pierced through the layering of snow, causing his pants to shift above the ankle and expose pale epidermis to ice. Pain of a frigid nature always brought forth flashes of blue while heat triggered images of floating red shapes.
“Please don’t send me back to the corner! I’ll behave—I’ll behave!”
Between Piper’s spread legs, toes lifted, hoofing a fast shuffle across the floor in complaint at the smarting beginning to settle into muscle.
Ally rubbed at one of his own thighs in commiseration. No matter how often a person got smacked there those areas never failed to evoke a response. If a brat calculated how often they received comeuppance one would suspect that they had developed a keratin scaled hide to combat against a Top’s or Switches’s treacherous hand.
Susie cupped her hands to her mouth to project her voice. “Just say you are sorry, Big Bird.”
Dempsey whined, releasing the brush to sink his fingers into Sir Kerfluffle’s soft fur.
“Ow–ow–owww! Sorriee!”
–
Piper paused, shooting a glare to Susie. “This is not for you to be part of. He needs to reflect and make his own choices.” She then went back to the work at hand, the work at her hand. She laid down a few more smacks before grabbing the brush. She pressed her lips together though, thinking of what she should do. “Okay Dempsey. Up.” She slid her hand under his chest and started to push. “Yes, you can bring your stuffy with you.” She wasn’t even going to give him the chance to ask.
She stood him up and made him wait while she went and grabbed one of the bar stools they had used for time out previously. She brought the stool out to the middle of the room, then took the few steps over to Dempsey, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the middle of the room. She clicked her tongue as she thought a bit more. “Alright…” She maneuvered his body so his chest laid on the seat of the stool, so he could hold onto the legs, hugging it if need be. “Alright, we’re going to do the brush now, then we are done.” She set her hand on his back. “In this cabin, if we are angry we can find other solutions than breaking our friends' things. If there is an issue you can let me know and I will take care of it.” She set her hand on his back. “I know that you are a sweet boy, Dempsey. It is okay to be angry, but if this happens again you will be a very sorry little boy.”
She did a couple of practice swings with the brush, seeing how heavy it felt, where she would need to adjust. She didn’t have a particular number in mind, instead she would base it off his body language. She made sure he was in a good position, his arms wrapped around Kerfuffle and his head toward the floor. It let his bottom sit at perfect alignment with her arm, she couldn’t have made this better if she had tried.
The first strike landed with a loud clap, then the second. Piper got into a quick rhythm, not giving him the chance to fight back right away. She wanted to take his breath away and she would make sure she would.
—
Vulnerable legs stayed in place for about two minutes. Then the stretch to his calves and glutes rioted at the ill treatment.
“I promise to talk with my voice instead of my fists!”
Dempsey yelped as the brush’s surface left a few reminders to ‘Flip for Hair, Turn Over for Trouble’ across the fullest parts of his cheeks. The string layered into a sharp bite as Piper peppered his sit spots.
“Es tut sehr weh.”
He sniffled pathetically convinced that the woman possessed a strength only sung about in epic sagas. The chair, although uncomfortable, provided a stable prop to grab onto in an effort to avoid reaching back and earning extra swats.
One ankle crossed over the other. A sharp hiss expelled from his lungs as the disciplinary tool swept over the same center spot in a flurry. The sting nipped at sensitive skin like a bitter morning’s wind delivered from Jack Frost.
“Agh!” Mist spilled from overflowing tear ducts, sliding down a woeful face. Dempsey’s jaw was clenched in a grimace and his knuckles turned white from the tight grip around the chairs’ legs.
“Nooo…I’m sorry ma’am! Smack me somewhere else, please!”
He clenched his backside, bracing for another round, letting out a howl when Piper followed through. “OWWW! Nein!”
Sir Kerfluffle fell to the floor but Dempsey didn’t have enough heart to care at the moment. His hand reached back to cover the center of his bottom in a protective embrace.
–
Piper dropped the brush the instant she saw the hand fly back. “Dempsey!” She snapped, though more out of fear than of anger. “You can’t just reach back, buddy.” She held her hands at her side and let herself catch her breath. Once she grabbed the brush again she stood her self up and grabbed Dempsey’s hand, locking her small fingers between his rather large one and putting the two on the small of his back. “Just a little more, then we will be done.”
Isaac shifted as he heard that Dempsey was almost done. That meant that he was next. He was not ready to be next. He didn’t want to do this at all. Yet the idea of him not getting his licks ached as well. The others would hold it against him. ‘Why didn’t Isaac get it! We were all scared!’ He jumped as he heard the brush make contact once on Dempsey’s bottom once again.
Piper did two more laps around Dempsey’s backside, making sure to get every bit of skin down to his mid thighs. Once the man was limp as she liked, she stopped. “Alright Demps… all done big boy.”
–
The words were barely out of Piper’s mouth before Dempsey shot up and spun around. Wide arms wrapped around the woman’s smaller frame pulling her close.
Susie’s amused snicker echoed above as she exchanged a knowing glance with Ally both agreeing that their camp counselor looked like a teddy graham bear beside the tall man.
“Kannst du mir verzeihen? I’m so sorry for acting that way.” Dempsey buried his nose in pink tufts of hair at the top of Piper’s head. “Please, forgive me.”
His bottom throbbed terribly and though he should pull his pants up to avoid tripping the urge didn’t override the need for a hug. They had all witnessed his ass turn several shades darker so they would survive an extra few moments of mooning.
A warm hand rubbed steady circles in the dip of his back which made him squeeze tighter to show how much he appreciated the comfort. Although he was very much gay and loved Colt dearly, Dempsey had to admit that Piper’s assets provided an extra level of cushioning.
Susie rolled her eyes to the ceiling and back at the long hug. If Dempsey were a cat, his paws would have been flexing to make bread while his body rumbled in gaudy purrs. Luckily, she had enough sensibility to hold her tongue and resist the urge to let out a wolf whistle.
Tears continued to trail down a splotched face but Dempsey’s breathing had calmed significantly. “Can I lay down in my bed now?” His hands drifted back to rub at tenderized flesh. “Stomach down?” He prefaced with a wince.
–
Piper couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the large, but pitiful man in front of her. “Yes, Demps, you can go lay down on your stomach.” She rubbed at his back for a few seconds more before helping him to his bed. “Alright Dempsey. Go get on your bed. Do you want lotion on that bottom of yours?” She rolled her eyes, grinning wider when she heard the small whine and head nod of confirmation as he climbed into his bed.
Dempsey plopped like a Great Dane and let out a long, hiccupy sigh, in between occasional sobs that would still escape. “Be gentle!” He warned, rather pitiful.
“I’m going to be gentle, Doodle.” Piper reassured as she scooped some of the Aquaphor and dabbed some onto his bottom before starting to rub it in as gently as she could while still making sure the skin got the attention it needed.
“Doodle?” Dempsey’s head turned just enough so he could see her out of the corner of his eye.
Piper flushed a little and half shrugged. “Dempsey Doodle. Sorry. I get it from my grandma. She gives everybody cutsie nicknames.” She rolled her eyes. “And I have kind of gotten into the habit of it… so it came out of my mouth and now it’s official. Dempsey Doodle.” She winked at him. “Is that okay?”
“I like it.” Dempsey said softly.
Isaac shifted a bit. She was done with Dempsey. That meant he was next. The thoughts that were already sprinting through his brain were now going lightning speed. He had been spanked a couple times as a child, nothing compared to his bunk mates apparently. The anticipation of the pain is what sat at the forefront of his mind. The tiny woman had brought the two men before him to tears, and while Ally was a bit more… delicate looking, Isaac could swear that if Dempsey got hit by a truck the truck might be crushed before he would.