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.
“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.”