Trouble at the camp (M/fff & m/f story)

"I've had an idea," Colleen said as she sat down on the large rock at the beach, grinning at her friends.

"Go on," Marigold said. Next to her, Laura was having trouble seeming interested in whatever it was Colleen was about to tell them.

The three teenagers were currently at a summer camp, and while the place was a paradise, most of it was closed off to them. They couldn't go swimming without a counselor watching them. They couldn't go into the nearby woods without a counselor, and so on.

Marigold waited for Colleen to tell them what her big idea was. It was quite strange; the three girls hadn't been friends back home – casual acquaintances at best – but since they were the only girls their age at the camp, it had seemed inevitable.

"It's about Kade," Colleen said, smiling smugly as Laura whipped her head around to look at her, suddenly interested. Marigold shifted in her seat. Kade was one of the boys at the camp. He was about their age, but a bit strange – that kid who is well-behaved and friendly, but still spends most of his time alone. No one – apart from the three girls – actively disliked him, but he didn't have many friends either.

Well. Two of the three girls disliked him. Marigold really didn't mind him, but since her only friends at the camp hated him, it had been decided that Marigold disliked him as well.

"You know Kade never gets into trouble?" Colleen continued. The girls nodded. He was one of those kids who seemed unable to grasp the idea of breaking the rules, another testament to his strangeness. "We're going to get him into trouble. We'll get him punished by the camp counselors."

Laura seemed unconvinced. "How are you going to achieve that?"

"How are WE going to achieve that?" Colleen corrected her. "We'll leave one of our backpacks in the woods, and tell Kade we forgot it there when we went for a walk. He'll offer to go inside to look for it, and then we'll get him punished for it." She smiled to herself, clearly convinced of her own brilliance. Marigold wasn't so sure, but Laura seemed to like the idea.

They used Marigold's backpack for the deceit. Marigold protested, but Laura pointed out that Colleen had a pink backpack, while Laura's was yellow – both quite visible in the woods. Marigold's was green, making it harder to find. This meant that Kade would spend more time looking for it, and it was more likely he would get caught doing it.

They left the woods, finding Kade. As they'd suspected, when they told him about the missing backpack, he offered to look for it. He'd said that he'd wait a bit, as it was lunch soon and he didn't want to be caught absent, but he was adamant that he'd find it for them.

As soon as they were sure he could no longer hear them, the girls broke out in a giggling fit. "He volunteered," Colleen said. "He's agreed to his own punishment, basically."

"How could he not?" Laura smiled smugly. "Too friendly for his own good, that boy." She shook her head. "Well, he'll learn his mistake soon enough."

Marigold wanted to smile, but she had found a small error in the plan that could prove fatal. "Colleen? How do we make sure Kade is punished for this? I mean, that's the point, right?"

"We tell one of the counselors that we saw Kade sneak into the woods," Colleen explained. "They'll wait for him to come out."

"And he'll come out on his own?" Marigold said. Colleen nodded. "Carrying MY backpack?" Colleen nodded, but as Marigold's point made its way through her skull, she grew pale.

"Ah. I hadn't considered that." For a second, she seemed unsure of herself, but that soon passed. "I'll think of something. Don't worry, no one will know that we were in the woods today."

"You were what?" A cold voice said behind them. The girls squealed, spinning around to face this new threat. Darien, one of the camp counselors, was glaring down at them.

"We weren't!" Laura told him. "I promise, we were nowhere NEAR the woods today!" She pouted, trying to give him her most pleading eyes.

"There's leaves on your shoes," he pointed out. "Care to explain that one?"

As he started lecturing them about the dangers of going into the woods alone, and about how important it was to listen to the counselors, Marigold found she'd already put her hands protectively over her bottom. She glanced to each side, and found that the other two had done the same. They all knew what the punishment would be. He would put them over his knee, one after the other, and spank their bottoms. They'd all been spanked at the camp, more than once, and knew the drill.

Marigold hoped he would lead them into the sleeping quarters before punishing them. Sure, he was more likely to pull their underwear down if he did, but at least they wouldn't be punished in public, plainly visible to anyone that happened to pass by. She didn't get her hopes up, though; Darien was a big fan of humiliation as a deterrent.

"You are all going to get a spanking for this," Darien said as he glared down at them. He found a nearby bench, and patted his lap. "Come here, Laura."

The girl inched forward, too scared to walk over to him, and too scared of the consequences to stand still. When she came close enough, he reached out, pulling her over his lap. She squealed as his big, firm palm covered her rear end. "I hope you'll learn something from this." And he started to spank.

Laura did her best to stay silent, not wanting to draw any more attention than she had to, but the sting in her butt was stronger than her will, and soon, she was crying loudly. Marigold glanced around to see who was watching, but it didn't seem like anyone had noticed yet.

Then she saw Kade, standing near the house as he watched what was happening, his face expressionless face. So in a few minutes, Kade would be watching her get her bottom spanked. That made the whole thing far more embarrassing.

Finally, Laura was allowed of his lap, and she bounced around from leg to leg, trying to rub the pain away. Darien looked at Colleen, once again patting his lap. She seemed even more nervous than Laura had, probably because she'd just seen what happened to her friend. She was crying before the first smack landed, and kicked her legs like crazy every time Darien's palm landed.

Marigold squirmed as she watched Colleen's bottom turning redder and redder, knowing that the same thing would soon happen to her. Some of the other kids had appeared, grinning as they watched the show. The counselors wanted them to watch to teach them a lesson about behaving, but there wasn't a child around that thought along those lines.

Colleen was sobbing loudly before she was allowed to stand, and just knelt on the ground, too tired to rub her bottom. Darien turned towards Marigold, and she tried to swallow the lump that suddenly appeared in her throat. It was her turn.

She stepped forward, not wanting to add to her punishment, and she soon found herself staring at the ground as a palm with roughly the same softness as a plank of wood patted her behind. "I want you girls to behave from now on," he said before starting the spanking.

Like Laura, Marigold tried her best to be brave, but as every smack lit a small fire in her bottom, she soon found the task impossible. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she completely forgot about everyone watching, forgot about everything but the burning pain. Darien wasted no time, but spanked hard and fast, wanting to get his unpleasant task over and done with.

Even so, she felt like she'd been over his lap for a year by the time she was allowed to stand. As she rubbed her aching bottom, Darien turned to her friend. "Come here, Laura."

She stepped over, sniffling. "What for?"

"When I confronted you earlier, you told me that you hadn't been in the woods, didn't you? You lied to me. That was very naughty."

Laura's eyes widened in fright, and she tried to step back, but Darien caught her and pulled her back over his knee. "I hope this will teach you to stop lying, Laura."

She only got about a dozen smack or so, but they were the hardest of the day, and delivered on an already aching bottom. Marigold was very glad she wasn't in her friend's shoes as the girl rose to her feet again, sobbing loudly.

About an hour later, Marigold was sitting on a bench near the beach, squirming around as she tried to find a position that didn't sting quite as much. It wasn't easy. Suddenly, she saw Kade approaching. She was a little bit surprised to find a very concerned look on her face. "Are you all right?" he said as he reached her, his eyes full of sympathy.

"I'm OK," Marigold answered, a little taken aback. "Painful, but I'll live."

"It LOOKED painful," Kade answered, rubbing the back of his head as if he was having difficulty finding the words. "I found your backpack," he said at last, and Marigold suddenly noticed what he was holding.

For a split second, she considered telling a counselor that he'd been in the woods, but she discarded the thought. Seeing him punished wouldn't make her feel the least bit better, she realized. Quite the opposite.

"Thanks," she said, and surprised them both by standing up and giving him a hug. They sat down on the bench and started talking.

Half an hour later, Marigold realized that she'd made a new friend.

Over the next few days, Marigold discovered how interesting Kade could be, once you got past his dull exterior. Kade, for his part, seemed to love the friendship they were developing, and he started to smile in a way she'd never seen him do before – more heartfelt and honest than the non-threatening mask he'd worn before.

But during all of this, Marigold could never quite forget how she'd tried to trap him, gotten together with her friends to get him in trouble with the camp counselors. A lump was forming in her stomach, causing her to feel sad, and she had a horrible feeling that the only cure would be to confess.

One Friday afternoon, they'd been wandering in the rocky terrain near the camp, just a couple of the more energetic kids and a counselor, when Kade had fallen and hurt his leg. It wasn't serious, but his leg would be painful to walk on for a day or two, and the counselors had decided that he'd stay home for the hike they'd planned the next day. Kade wasn't too disappointed; he didn't mind small walks, but the long hike they'd been planned didn't sound too interesting to him.

Marigold had volunteered to stay back at the camp with him, since she was his only close friend at the camp, and he shouldn't have to stay behind on his own. The counselors had agreed, but had told them that they should stay at the camp, and stay out of the woods and the water, since no one was around to keep an eye on them. Kade and Marigold had both agreed to this.

If she'd been perfectly honest with them, and she rarely was, Marigold would have admitted that her reasons for staying behind were more selfish than she'd led them to believe. She wanted to keep Kade company, sure, but there were other reasons as well.

First of all, she didn't want to go on the hike either. Listening to the lazier kids whining about how tired they were, while others were complaining about how slowly they were moving, didn't sound like her idea of fun. Second, she wanted to talk to Kade about something, and wanted to be alone. And it would be impossible to find a more private moment than this.

When she'd waved goodbye to the counselors, Marigold went to find Kade. He was sitting in one of the comfier chairs, keeping his leg elevated as he read one of his books. As she approached him, he looked up at her and gave her a smile, one that soon disappeared as he saw the nervous look on her face. "What's wrong?" he asked her, his voice full of concern.

"I have a confession to make." She swallowed; there was a lump in her throat that seemed even larger than the one in her stomach, if that was possible. "Please don't hate me for this."

And she explained everything that had happened the day he retrieved her backpack. How they'd laid a trap for him, using his own compassion against him as they tried to trick him into getting punished by the counselors. She explained how the scheme had failed, when the girls were hoisted by their own petard, and were spanked by one of the counselors. She even included that she'd felt the desire, however brief it was, to rat him out when he finally DID get her backpack. Still trying to punish him for being helpful.

When she finally finished, she looked at the floor, unable to meet his eyes. Finally, curiosity got the better off her, and she lifted her gaze. She could see that her confession had upset him, but finally, he shrugged. "Hey, you tried to do something wrong, but it failed. No harm done, I was never hurt or anything. I forgive you."

Marigold sighed. "That's the problem. I DON'T forgive me." She bit her lip, not totally sure she wanted to proceed. "I think I need to be punished for it."

Kade scratched his head, seeming quite confused. "But you WERE punished. I was there, remember?"

She blushed as she thought about how he'd been standing there, watching as she'd been dragged over the camp counselor's knee. "That was for going into the woods. I was never punished for lying to you, for betraying your trust, and for trying to trap you." She took a deep breath to steady her nerves, before looking up at him. "Kade, will you spank me?"

For a long time, Kade just stared at her, trying to comprehend what she'd just said. "What?"

She sighed. "Please, Kade. I need to be punished for this. And you're the one I tried to harm." She swallowed again, the lump still a problem to her. "I won't feel well until I'm punished for it."

Kade nodded to himself. She'd felt she was being mad, actually asking to be punished, but he seemed to understand. He looked at her. "If that's what you want, I will do it."

He got to his feet, limping over to sit down on the couch. As he sat down, he patted his lap, looking at her. She stepped over to him, feeling quite nervous about what was to happen. She wasn't sure Kade could cause her any real pain – he was probably strong enough, but he didn't have the heart for it. But the humiliation, on the other hand, would be significant.

Once he'd helped her over his lap, making sure she was as comfortable as possible given the circumstances, he patted her shorts-covered rear end. Marigold whimpered a bit in anticipation as she felt him lift his hand. The spanking was about to begin.

She gave out a little yelp as his palm landed, bringing with it a small sting, but it wasn't anything close to the pain she'd gotten from her punishment spanking by the counselor – not even remotely so. He kept on smacking, the sound of his palm the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. He suddenly stopped. "I think your shorts should come down," he said. When she didn't protest, he undid the button, lowering the shorts to her knees.

Marigold squirmed a little as she thought about the fact that she was now in her panties before him. She didn't know why it was more humiliating to be in her panties than it was to be in her bikini bottoms; they covered the same amount of skin, so there was no logical reason for there to be a difference. Still, it felt different, and her stomach tingled in ways she didn't quite understand.

He continued the spanking, moving from cheek to cheek with the regularity of a metronome. She glanced up to look at his face, and was surprised to see how determined he seemed. It really shouldn't surprise her, she thought. He always tried to do his best in everything he did.

Each smack didn't sting much, but there was a lot of them, and the pain grew. He'd been spanking her for more than ten minutes now, and the burning sensation in her backside caused her to kick her legs, and she felt tears at the edges of her eyes. She was sure that her skin had turned pink under his hand.

That's when he did something that caused her to gasp loudly. He stopped spanking her, and moved his thumbs to the waistband of her panties.

As he heard her gasp, he hesitated, and Marigold knew she could stop him. She could tell him to leave her panties up, and he'd do it, there was no question about it. Heck, she could tell him to stop the spanking, and he'd probably help her up and hug her. She was looking forward to that hug.

But not yet. She said nothing, and as she didn't protest, he pulled the panties down to her knees.

He placed his hand on her bare bottom. The thought caused her to feel faint. She was over the lap of a boy her own age, and he had his hand on her naked butt. She had a feeling there was something wrong about it, but it felt very, very right all the same. He rubbed her bottom a little, seemingly distracted by the sight, and it was clear that he was as intrigued as she was.

Then, he lifted his palm again and continued the spanking.

Soon, Marigold was crying, surprised at how much more it stung without the protection of her clothes. She squirmed as the fire in her bottom grew, and she buried her face in the couch pillow.

When Kade finally stopped the spanking, rubbing her back as he helped her up, Marigold was convinced she'd never sit comfortably again. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, but Kade held her close, whispering kind words into her ear as he hugged her tight. She smiled to herself. This made it all worth it.

When the others made it back to the camp, hours later, Marigold and Kade were sitting at the table, playing cards, and there was nothing to lead anyone to suspect anything out of the ordinary had been going on.