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Camp Spank by Alice Dark

Camp Spank – where the women are spanked, the men are caned, and in the end, the girl finds the girl of her dreams.

In Camp Spank, two young women break Army regulations, and as punishment for their misbehavior, the entire squad is sent out on a 20-mile overnight hike. The other women of Charlie Squad are furious with the two privates, and they band together to punish the two women for their indiscretions. But that punishment is exposed when young men sneak into camp to spy on the girls as they deliver a harsh spanking. Find out what happens when the girls of Charlie Squad discover the voyeurs and retaliate against the men.

WARNING: Contains mature adult themes, BDSM, spanking, caning and explicit F/F sex. STRICTLY for adults ONLY. All sexual acts depicted are between adults aged 21 years and over.

In the excerpt below, Daniel peeps through a hole in the tent as Mandy and Bri – two recruits who have caused much trouble for their squad – are pinned to the ground awaiting punishment. Carmen, one of the other girls in the squad, is first up to deliver punishment. The implement of choice is a handmade the Wudu hairbrush.

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“You’re first, Carmen.”

Carmen. Daniel’s mind seized on the name. It was somehow appropriate for this Hispanic beauty. With her dark hair and black eyes, she looked almost like a Gypsy dancer. But Carmen appeared confused by the brush.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

Lori didn’t mince words, and she didn’t give anyone in the squad time to think. “Spank them,” she said sharply. “These two brats owe you 15 demerits worth of punishment.”

“Spank them?” Carmen held the thick Wudu brush at arm’s length and looked down at the two struggling blondes. The eyes of the bound women were wide as they shook their heads violently back and forth. Their bare bottoms heaved as they pounded their pelvises against ground in attempt to break free. “I don’t know,” Carmen said slowly. “It seems … well … wrong.”

“Wrong?” It was the skinny redhead, Rosemary, who hissed at Carmen. She looked up at the Hispanic girl from her position of holding the arms of one of the blondes. “These two bitches are the reason we’re here in this fucking stinkhole.” Rosemary yanked at the blonde’s arms, pinning her harder to the ground. “They’re the reason you were shitting in the woods tonight, like some fucking animal.” Rosemary scooted forward. Shifting her grip, the skinny redhead sat on the blonde’s arms, and then gripped the girl’s hair so that she could twist her head upward. “Do you think Mandy gives two shits about what she’s done to you?” Rosemary motioned to the black girl helping to hold the other girl down. “Or Jenelle? Or any of us?”

Mandy. Daniel’s mind caught another name and tied it into his fantasy come true. Rosemary is sitting on Mandy’s arms! Jenelle is the black chick holding the other girl’s arms. He pushed hard on his cock and groaned inwardly. Rosemary’s panties were stretched tight, and Daniel could see the rolling shape of the skinny girl’s well-formed ass. He wanted that ass. Wanted it now. Wanted Rosemary prone and moaning on the ground in front of him, while he fucked her from behind. Daniel’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he had to fight to keep from cumming inside his pants.

“Goddamnit, Carmen.” Rosemary let go of Mandy’s hair and put her slender hands on the girl’s shoulders. She pressed down hard to keep the squirming young woman flat on the ground. “Mandy and Bri have fucked up our lives. And they’re going to keep fucking them up, unless we do something about it.”

Bri! Mandy and Bri! Daniel scratched hard at his cock, and next to him, he heard Jason moan low in his throat.

“Yeah.” It was a white girl who spoke. Slender and wearing only her bra and panties, she leaned forward into the group. Her brown eyes were wide with anger. “If you won’t do it, Carmen, give me the brush.” The white girl had medium length black hair and a splash of freckles across her nose. She was cute, but there was rage clear in her low voice. “I’m so fucking tired of these two fucking cunts. They don’t give a shit about any of us!”

Carmen held the handle of the wide brush in her right hand. With her left hand, she trailed her fingers across the length of the flat side. Looking beyond the brush in her hands, she saw the lily white asses of Mandy and Bri. Their bottom-cheeks bounced up and down with their struggles, though the young women were pinned firmly to the ground. Neither Mandy, nor Bri were going anywhere. As if she came to a decision, Carmen set her jaw firmly and dropped to her knees.

“Nah, Roxy.” Carmen glanced up at the angry white girl. “I got this.”

The young Hispanic woman raised the brush high over her shoulders. Below her, Mandy and Bri grunted and groaned, begging for mercy with their eyes.

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Camp Spank by Alice Dark

Camp Spank – a military installation where the women are spanked, the men are caned, and in the end, the girl finds the girl of her dreams.

Reader requests and fantasies are the genesis of Camp Spank. Not long ago, one reader requested a military story, while another asked that I explore voyeurism. In Camp Spank, I combine the fantasies for a delicious story about two young women who break the Army’s rules and cause misery for the rest of their squad. The other women in the squad band together to punish the wayward privates, but that punishment is exposed when two young men sneak into camp to spy on the girls.

In the excerpt below, Daniel peeps through a hole in the tent as Mandy and Bri – two recruits who have caused much trouble for their squad – are pinned to the ground while their squad leader, Lori Griffin, announces their punishment.

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“We’ve had enough,” Lori said. Her blue eyes were narrow slits of anger. She held up a large wooden hairbrush; it was wide and paddle-like. “This is a Wudu hairbrush. Handmade in Italy.” Lori caressed the length of the brush, and Daniel took in a small gulp of air as he watched the young woman’s slender fingers stroke the wooden surface. At that moment, Daniel was certain that he wasn’t about to witness a hairdressing party. This was something more, and the low anger in Lori’s voice gave him a hint of what might happen. He gripped his cock hard through his jeans and prayed that his wildest dreams were about to come true.

Squirming to get free, the two blondes twisted their heads to stare wide-eyed at Lori as she held the brush above their heads. Bucking and hunching their naked asses high in the air, they twisted violently in an attempt to break loose. Their voices were cut off by gags of cloth; their freedom was robbed by four women securing their legs and arms. Their attempts at escape were futile.

Lori was in control. A commanding presence among her squad of girls. What she said and what she decided would be the will of the group of young women. “You will be punished,” the Lori announced to the blondes squirming on the floor of the tent. “Tonight, and every single night from here on out that you cause grief for my squad.” Lori continued to hold the brush high in the air, as though it was a talisman of righteousness. “All of us here have suffered because of you.” Lori lowered the brush to waist height; all eyes followed her. “Tonight our group suffering ends, and yours begins.”

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Ashley is Spanked – a fragment

“Do you understand why I am going to spank you, Ashley?” Clara was seated in a straight-backed chair, and she addressed her girlfriend calmly.

“I don’t see why I have to be spanked, Clara.” Ashley stamped her pretty, little foot and fumed. “I’m not a little girl anymore!”

Clara maintained her poised demeanor, though her bright green eyes were like chips of glass. She kept her voice low and even. “You got another parking ticket this morning, and you didn’t mail the credit card bill.” Ashley sputtered and opened her mouth to protest. Clara raised a single finger. “You left a sink full of dirty dishes this morning, and there appears to be a new dent in the car.”

“I can explain that!”

“I got a call from your English professor today.” Clara arched one eyebrow high. “You haven’t been to class all week.”

Ashley gulped. She didn’t think Clara would catch her skipping classes. Not again. Not after what happened last time.

“I’ve warned you,” Clara said. “Over and over, we’ve talked about your behavior and what must be done if you expect to graduate from college. Isn’t that right?

Ashley stood pigeon-toed with her hands behind her back. By now, she’d dropped her head, and her blond hair hung in front of her face. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I guess so.”

Clara bent to her large handbag and retrieved her hairbrush. “And your treatment of me: Is that really how you want to treat your girlfriend?”

Ashley trembled and pushed out her bottom lip. “No, Clara,” she said. “I really didn’t mean to treat you badly. It’s just that so much is happening!”

Clara shook her head slowly. “There’s never a reason to be bad, Ashley.” She patted her hand with the brush. “Especially to me. No matter what.” Clara wanted to be crystal clear as to why she was punishing Ashley.

Tipping her head back a few inches, Ashley looked into her girlfriend’s face. Rivulets of tears already streaked Ashely’s cheeks. “I understand,” Ashley murmured. “Really. I do.”

Slowly, Clara pulled down Ashley’s slacks and panties and then drew her girlfriend over her lap. All the while, Clara held the hairbrush, and she fully intended to use it.

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The story was delayed a bit when Sophia and I both came down with vicious colds at the same time. Not long after, Sophia had a fender bender. She’s okay – a bit banged up – but the car is a mess.

But now I’m back on track, and this work will soon be done – most likely by week’s end.

Reader requests and fantasies are the genesis of Camp Spank. Not long ago, one reader requested a military story, while another wants me to explore voyeurism. In Camp Spank, I combine the fantasies for a delicious story about two young women who break the Army’s rules and cause misery for the rest of their squad. The other women in the troop band together to punish the wayward privates, but that punishment is exposed when two young men sneak into camp to spy on the girls.

In the excerpt below, Daniel peeps into the recruits’ tent as they get ready for the hairbrush party. Even though Daniel is confused by what he sees, the sight of 20 half-dressed women has awed the young man.

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“I’ve got my brush.” Staci didn’t bother to put on her bra, but instead held up a wide hairbrush. Daniel noted its paddle-shape and wondered if the recruits would be doing each other’s hair this late in the evening. He didn’t know much about hairdressing, but he hoped it was an activity that would be done in the nude.

“Keep your voice down until we get them secure.”

Staci said no more, but fell into step behind Kiyoko. As the beam of light swept across the tent, more of the young women sat up in their sleeping bags. They looked around and rubbed their eyes in apparent confusion.

“Over here.” It was the first girl Kiyoko had awakened – Lori – who called the other three girls. Daniel was confused. If this was a hairdressing party, he wondered why there weren’t more lights. He wanted to see the girls. Wanted to watch them with their fingers in each other’s hair. The flashlight beam did an okay job of illuminating the tent, but Daniel wanted more. He wanted to see what was happening.

“Now!” Lori whispered. “Don’t let her make a sound!”

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Paddle or Crop – a fragment

The paddle landed on Stephanie’s bare bottom with a loud pop!, and the young woman cried out in astonishment at the sudden stinging pain in her bottom cheeks. Yet before she could protest, the wooden paddle whooshed again through the air, this time landing lower on her bottom than the first strike. Stephanie clenched her butt tightly against the fiery smack, and she howled in pain. The young woman gritted her teeth in preparation for the next impact. Her naked thighs drummed against Mistress Nancy’s smoothly muscled legs.

“Enough!” Stephanie’s Mistress hissed, one arm wrapped around the flailing girl. The paddle connected again, this time a full smack! on Stephanie’s left bottom cheek. Pain swept up through the young woman’s flesh like an electric charge. A tormented moan escaped Stephanie’s lips, and she tried not to wiggle in Mistress Nancy’s grasp.

After Mistress Nancy delivered several more quick strokes, Stephanie burst into tears. Her bottom was on fire, and the skin of her butt was clearly marked with the impacts of the paddle.

Out of the darkness, a woman moved forward. Her dark eyes were bright and glittering in the gloom of the dungeon; her lips twisted in a wicked smile.

“I don’t know, Nancy,” said Mistress Ella, stepping further into the circle of light that surrounded Mistress Nancy and her slave girl. Dragging her own submissive behind her, Mistress Ella bent to examine the impacts on Stephanie’s bottom. “I think that paddle is too light. Why don’t you try my crop?”