“Let’s find some shade and have a talk, little sister,” Michael said, pointing towards the woods. Silently, the girls accepted the hands held out for them and followed them into the quiet forest. Michael pointed to a bolder. “Sit, both of you. Now, what were you told before we left to fish?”
“Not to go anywhere without telling you guys,” Sam sighed.
“Jenny? Did you hear that as well?”
“Yes, Rich.”
“So how did it come about that you needed rescuing?” he asked, hands on his hips. Sam looked at Jen; the poor thing was terrified.
“It was my idea. We didn’t plan on going far, but got discombobulated,” Sam said. “I take full responsibility. I’m the trained Marine, I shouldn’t get lost. My tracking skills suck.”
“As much as I’m sure Jen appreciates you trying to take the blame, she also made the decision to put one foot in front of the other and go with you,” Michael added. Jen just looked at the ground, staring at the little bugs. “It concerned me that we might not have been able to find you, had Rich not been here to help me. He also decoyed the folks from knowing that this happened. I think you two girls owe us both a serious apology.”
“Michael, Rich, we are so, so sorry about this. Honest. Whatever you need for me to make this up to you, just tell me,” Sam said sincerely.
“Me, too, boys. I’m really sorry,” Jen added tearfully.
“Well, I know what my girl is going to pay for this disobedience; don’t you, Samantha?” Rich asked firmly. Lowering her face, she nodded silently.
“I agree. My girl is finally going to experience my displeasure as well. Dad and Scott are taking the raft upstream in the morning. Rich and I will deal with you two after they leave.”
“But Mike!” Jen protested.
“Yes, Michael,” Sam sighed. She looked at her friend. “Don’t fight him, it’s far worse. If he tells Daddy and Scott, then we are dead meat. No one dares to directly disobey Uncle Scott and lives.”
“It’s wise to heed a voice of experience. You know, Sammi, the folks will be stunned that you made it through a whole weekend without being spanked. Little do they know, huh?”
“Maybe they’ll think there’s a first time for everything.” She wrinkled her nose at her brother. Holding the girls’ hands, the boys led them silently back to camp.
“Did you guys have a nice walk?” Dr. Quimby asked pleasantly as he skewered the trout that Scott had cleaned. The boys nodded, hugging the girls.
“Very much. It’s hot, though. My feet hurt,” Michael said, kicking off his shoes and wading into cold water. The girls joined him gratefully.
“Do you guys hunt at all?” Rich asked, popping open a bottle of water.
“I don’t. He does.” Dr. Quimby pointed to Scott.
Scott looked up, his interest sparked. “Hunting? What do you go after?”
“Poultry. I like using a bow. I brought mine, by the way.”
“Really? Lemme see.” Scott excitedly went to look at Rich’s set-up. It was a compound precision high brace. Scott fell in love.
“I want to bow,” he whined to Dr. Quimby.
“You had a bow. Your nephew got hold of it and almost killed the next door neighbor.”
“But he’s older now. Come on. Please?” Scott pleaded.
Rich laughed, handing him the quiver to select an arrow. “Feel this pull. It’s sweet. I’ll get you one and we can hide it in the BOQ so Mom doesn’t find it,” he whispered.
Scott grinned, nodding; and then he released the arrow. It swept with a twang into a tree. “Oh, this is sweet. You can actually tag a bird with this?”
“I can pop a quail. Did archery club for years and competed nationally. See that pinecone?” With a swish, the cone fell to the ground with the arrow centered in it.
Scott was beyond impressed. “How are your firing skills?”
“Got a Ruger back home. Silver medal.”
“Good, I have somebody to play with. Joe? Rich is my new best friend. He’ll go shooting with me.”
“Good luck, Rich. Just give me a head’s up when you want to shoot at him instead of the target.” Dr. Quimby sounded unconcerned.
“Teach me,” Sam demanded, coming up to them.
Rich raised his eyebrow. “I think this bow is way too long for you. If you want to learn, we’ll get you one that fits your height.”
“Do they make munchkin size bows? We will probably have to go to the children’s department,” Scott commented, watching his niece pick up the bow anyway. It was almost as tall as she was. Rich showed her how to notch it, pull and aim. She hit the tree.
“Cool! Please let me learn! Please, please, please!” she begged, jumping around with excitement.
“As long as you promise not to try to kill any neighbors,” Dr. Quimby said as his son approached with Jen.
“You’ll never let me live that down, will you? I was only nine. Give me a break.”
“Good thing we didn’t have a loaded gun around the house, huh?” Dr. Quimby grunted.
“I KNEW how to fire a gun. Scott taught me when I was six. I didn’t know how to launch an arrow,” Michael argued. “Besides, it only killed Mrs. Stanley’s cactus, not her.”
“She was right next to the cactus. It’s getting dark, put that thing away,” Dr. Quimby ordered as another arrow flew by and twanged on a tree.
“Let’s go out when we come back from fishing. Maybe we can snag a grouse or pheasant,” Scott requested with excitement.
Rich nodded, wrapping his bow. “Let’s do that. I’ll dress the catch, though. Mike? Do you want to come?”
“Nah, I’m not into hunting. I am into eating, though. When’s dinner?”
“Really, Scott, hunting?” Dr. Quimby scolded as they readied for bed.
Scott shrugged. “So what? I like it and I found a playmate. What’s really eating you?”
“You know me too well. Did you notice how quiet the girls were tonight?”
“Yes. Maybe they’re tired.”
“If you were observing your surroundings instead of playing with Rich’s bow, you would have noticed a lot of foot rubbing and stretching from Miss Jennifer.”
“So?”
“An hour walk? The brats went out, got lost and called our boys to come find them. Hence, the decoy.”
“You really think so?”
“Oh, yes. And I think our boys will be taking care of business shortly after you and I leave on our little fishing trip in the morning.”
“Hmmm, are you going to say anything?” Scott climbed into his sleeping bag.
“No reason to. I was just wondering how long it would take before your gremlin turned and got herself into trouble this trip. She’s consistent, at least.”
“Well, we know they are being watched out for. Now go to sleep. I’m beat.”
Chapter 14
As the two men talked quietly, Sam left her tent to crawl in with Rich and her brother. Michael sat up.
“I just got comfortable. What are you doing in here?”
“I need loves. I feel bad about today.”
“You should. And you’ll feel worse tomorrow. Go back to your tent,” he ordered gruffly.
She blinked at him innocently. “You could go in there and cuddle Jen. She’s scared.”
“She should be. She hasn’t faced my wrath yet,” he grumbled, standing up and pulling on his sweats.
Sam turned back to Rich. “Is there room in your bag for me? I don’t take up a lot of space.”
“No, but I do. Hey! Oh, all right. Come here, you little minx. It’s going to get very warm with both of us in here.”
“Then take off your clothes.”
“No, not with your dad around. Do you want to see me in trouble with him?”
“He already knows we do it.”
“Yes, but we don’t have to rub it in his face. It’s called respect. Now, I’m tired. Please go to sleep.”
“Night, Rich. I love you.”
“Love you too,” he m
umbled, drifting off. Sam waited about fifteen minutes before unzipping the bag and very carefully picking her way down his body with her mouth.
He grabbed her when her lips found their way around his stiffening penis. “Didn’t I tell you to go to sleep?”
“Yes, but…”
“But nothing. You just earned another session for disobeying me. Now keep still and sleep. I won’t tell you again,” he said, sounding grouchy. Sighing, the girl wrapped her arm around his shoulders, her face pressed into his broad, warm back. It didn’t take long for her to obey.
“Mike? I’m really scared. I’m so sorry about today,” Jen whispered as Michael climbed in next to her. He joined their two bags together to give them room.
“I know you are, on both accounts. You need to learn to follow directions. You would much rather face me then Scott this time. You’ve been with him once when you hadn’t directly disobeyed him and you remember how that felt.”
“It was dreadful.”
“It gets much worse, so you don’t want to go there. You can’t let my sister get you into these messes.”
“We both wanted to go. It was as much my choice as hers.”
“True. We’ll deal with that in the morning. Meanwhile, come here and put your head on my chest.”
“Did they switch tents?” Scott whispered as they readied to leave early the following morning.
Dr. Quimby nodded. “Of course, but they’re all dressed.”
“From what you can see.” Scott chuckled.
“Shut up. Samantha is on top of the bag in her tee shirt and panties. We should really talk with her about modesty.”
“After we all go skinny dipping? Get your ass in the boat and stop being so puritanical. I know about all the things you did with my sister, so don’t act so conservative.”
“She told you?”
“Everything. So cut it out.”
“It’s different. These are our children.”
“And she was my baby sister. No difference. Get over it.”
Dr. Quimby held back a grin as he obeyed, grabbing an oar to push them out into the river. Within minutes, they were out of sight. Rich and Sam woke shortly afterwards to the sound of early morning birds. They stretched and left the tent to clean up. Without a sound, the girl plunged into the icy river, making Rich shiver. How could she take the cold? Brrrr.
Refreshed, with her hair once again in a tangle, Sam emerged and wrapped a towel around her naked body. She brushed her teeth and then settled in front of the fire to try to comb out the mess. Rich, taking a seat behind her, began to work the long tresses into a fan across her back and over her breasts. A modern Lady Godiva.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, arms wrapped around her naked shoulders.
“Beautiful enough to forgive for being a brat?”
“Of course, but that doesn’t mean you won’t be punished today. Weasel.” Rich gave her his warm throaty chuckle. “Go get dressed. I’ll make some coffee.”
When she returned, he handed her a cup and pulled her again onto his lap. They shared fruit and cheese, quietly cuddling in the early morning light. It was about 7:00 when Rich stuck his head into Michael’s tent.
“Mike? I’m taking Sam to the sulfur pool to finish our business. I’ll be back when we’re done. Probably around 10:00.”
“Okay. We’ll stay here then. I’ll handle her after we get up,” Michael said sleepily.
Rich held his hand out for Sam and they silently walked through the quiet forest to the pool. The early morning mood was a hard one to break, but Rich knew procrastinating wouldn’t pay off. He sat her down.
“I’m disappointed in you,” he said quietly.
“I know. I shouldn’t have left.”
“Not just that, but because you couldn’t find your way back. What kind of Marine are you?” he asked with a smile.
“One that cheated through OCS. We trained along the ocean; I can always sense the sea.”
“We will work on these skills, missy. I don’t care if you are senior to me, they are necessary in recon.”
“If it makes any difference, I can find a mall wherever I go.” She blinked at him sweetly.
Rich laughed deeply. “I love you so much. You make me laugh.”
“I love your laugh. Much better than your scolding.”
“If you were being punished by Scott for this infraction, what would he do?”
“I would get a severe spanking followed by his ruler. Possibly the belt too,” she said quietly. “He has this thing about following rules, especially when we are away from our regular environment.”
Rich nodded. He took out his pocketknife and began to cut several willow branches off a long-limbed tree. Sam held her breath, watching him strip the branches and bind them together with some vines. “This is called a birch bundle,” he explained. “Since I see no actual birch trees, I’m making do with a willow. It’s much more flexible, but quite effective. This will be applied every time you disobey my instructions during your discipline. Understood?”
“Yes, Rich.”
“Again?”
“Yes sir, Rich.”
“Better. You are not to budge. You are not to talk. You are not to reach back, kick, squirm or otherwise move. You may cry, but no screaming or yelling. You will take this discipline to heart, like a Marine and like a good submissive. Understand?”
“No sir, Rich. I don’t know what a submissive is.” Sam trembled, trying not to cry.
Rich smiled at her. “She is my cherished treasure, a being of pure delight whose heart’s purpose is to please me. She is one whom I guard and protect with everything I am, who I would die for because she makes my life worth living. She is a slave to my heart, and I am the master of hers. She is willing to do whatever is needed to bring me joy and earn my praise, because she knows that my life is empty without her.”
Sam was quiet, taking it in. She’d never understood before, the depth of his love for her, or how much he understood the depth of her love for him. Everything he said was true. She wasn’t a doormat, but a prized possession to be cared for, polished and placed upon a pedestal to enjoy. The thought sent shivers down her spine.
“Now do you understand?” he asked.
“Rich? Please kiss me first. I’m scared.”
He obliged then sat upon the boulder, the bundle at his side. “Over my knee to feel my hand. If you break a rule, you are to lean over this boulder for three strokes. I promise you, after the first time you taste this, you will work hard to obey me.”
Trembling, she positioned herself across his long thighs, his muscles strong and broad, creating a comfortable platform to rest upon. Slowly, he slid her sweat pants and panties down until they reached her ankles, then tossed them aside. He took off his watch, placing it in front of her.
“When it reaches 0740, we will begin. You are to tell me when the time hits 0800, and we will stop this portion. Understood?”
“20 minutes?”
“0805.”
“Yes sir, Rich. Oh God… 0740.” she whispered, preparing for the onslaught.
He held nothing back as he crashed his hand against her soft bottom, making her cry instantly. She struggled not to fight, tried hard to obey, and watched the time drag slowly as he relentlessly spanked her to a dark red, hot mass. She didn’t know how, but she managed to obey him.
“Good girl, you did it. No birch this time.” He sounded pleased. Something inside of her felt proud that she obeyed him and was praised for it. Is this what he meant? She cried softly, still over his lap without moving. After a few minutes, he stood her up and took her to a tree.
“Put your arms around the tree and stay standing.” He slowly slid his belt from the loops, the jingling of the buckle as he held it in his hand made Sam shiver. “You will receive 20 lashes with this. Again, if you move, the birch will be used. Don’t disappoint me.”
She wanted so badly to make him proud! It was more important than protecting herself. What was happ
ening? She held her breath, gasping as the first stroke landed across her bare bottom. She yipped at the second, trying to hold on. The third made her crumble.
“You moved. Over that boulder,” Rich ordered, pointing. Sobbing, the girl obeyed, lying across the smooth cool rock. The coolness felt good against her hot body.
Rich swished the bundle in the air. “Since you did so well on your spanking, I will only birch you once this time. Move again, and it’s five times.”
“Yes sir, Rich,” Sam cried. Rich swished the bundle again before dropping it sharply over her bottom and thighs. She screamed into her arm. It made Michael’s switching feel like a gentle massage. Rich stood her up and sent her back to the tree. She resumed her position, trying to move her mind to another place. Not once did she realize that he was being lenient and that his belt left only red streaks, but no welts upon her.
She made it to fifteen strokes before wilting, and subsequently received five swipes with the birch. Rich completed the remaining five with his belt and left her standing against the tree, her scarlet bottom covered with red lines and a couple of tiny bruises from the birch tips. He tossed the birch aside and sat quietly, waiting for her to calm down. He watched with interest as she slid to the ground, crying in her arms. He sensed that the tears came from being disappointed in herself and her inability to obey him, rather than the pain.
“Samantha, come to me.” She stood on wobbly legs and knelt at his feet, face in his lap, crying even harder. “You did well. I know it was hard, but I’m proud of you.”
“Y- you are? But I messed up.”
“The purpose was obedience. You obeyed me. That’s all I wanted. Not how well you could take a strapping, but how willing you were to obey. You will never forget how important that is to me, will you?”
“No sir, Rich. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”
“You’re forgiven, my love. Now one more thing. On your knees,” he commanded, pulling his erect penis free. He gently plunged into her from behind, surprised about how wet she was. His groin smacked against her bruised backside, making her cry as she lifted her bottom higher to take him in deeper. She felt him explode within her, the heat of his semen bathing her. She shuddered with her own climax, so different than the others. It vibrated through her entire body, feeling like it exploded from her. With her face on the ground, bruised red bottom high in the air and on her knees, Rich thought her to be more beautiful than ever. She was a dream.
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