Reader requests and fantasies are the genesis of my latest story – Camp Spank. Not long ago, one reader requested a military story, while another wants me to explore voyeurism. In Camp Spank, I combined the two 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, Private Lori Griffin carefully steers her squadmates toward a punishment of Mandy and Bri that will satisfy the rest of the young women in the squad, and yet still stay within her sergeant’s guidelines of “no permanent damage.”
“I’m as pissed off as any of you,” Lori said finally. Darkness had closed in on the four women, and they were sitting at a picnic table outside of the squad’s tent. The rest of Charlie Squad had turned in for the evening, though they could hear the girls squabbling inside the canvas structure. “But we have to do this correctly.” Lori wriggled on the bench; her butt was still sore from the previous evening’s whipping.
“Fuck correct.” Staci spit the words out. “Those fucking cunts are the reason we’re out here tonight.”
“Yeah!” Rosemary swept her fingers through her bright red hair. “I’m tired of this shit.”
“We could break their knees.” Kiyoko’s face was impassive, though her bright green eyes sparkled. The Asian girl was serious, and Lori knew that she had to steer the conversation away from permanent damage. If either Mandy or Bri had serious injuries in the morning, the entire squad would suffer.
“No,” Lori whispered fervently. She thought about the sergeant’s warning against a blanket party. “If we do anything dangerous or permanent, we’ll all end up in the stockade.”
“So you’re saying we should let them go?” There was a warning note in Staci’s voice. Her rage would not be denied.
“I’m not saying that at all.”
“So what are you saying?” Rosemary’s anger grew alongside of Staci’s. She was tired of suffering for the behavior of two people she didn’t give a shit about.
“I’m saying that we can have a party for those two. Tonight.”
“A party?” Kiyoko arched a perfectly formed eyebrow. “Returning good for evil fits with Buddhist thought, but I don’t believe it will work with those two. They are intractable.”
“Not just any party,” Lori said. “A certain kind of party.” The young brunette was careful with her words. She couldn’t defy Sergeant Watson’s orders, but Lori believed that Dominique would approve of what she had planned. “Every woman in this squad has a hairbrush.”
“We have a hairbrush party.” Lori squirmed on the bunk. Her ass burned as she thought about the type of punishment she was about to propose. It would be appropriate and timely. “And during the party, each and every one of the women in our troop extracts 15 demerits worth of punishment out of Mandy and Bri.”