Summer Camp Blues

Summer Camp Blues - Part 4

Little English Boy

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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It was Tuesday morning and the boys had all had their cold showers and exercises in front of the girls. They knew there was nothing they could do about it and by now most had got over the initial shock of that first morning. Despite being over it, Zack and Gareth were still looking forward to getting their shorts back that evening. Today’s Banana hut schedule was for a nature ramble and hike through the forest with Cherry hut, so they were going to be with Michaela and Cindy again. With no parents around, they had already had several most enjoyable private moments with the girls and were looking forward to more.

Mrs. Haynes took the ramble and the group had been hiking for nearly two hours listening to her drone on about this bug or that plant, together with her tips on identification. Our two boys were at the back with Michaela and Cindy and weren’t really paying that much attention. They came to an open area with a stream on one side when Mrs. Haynes called a halt.

“Right, we’ll stop here for our picnic.”

They all sat down to eat and when they had finished someone produced a bat and ball. The kids were all having a boys versus girls game for fun when Cindy hit an almighty swing and the ball sailed off into the undergrowth. Zack and Gareth called out.

“We’ll get it.”

After scrabbling about in the vegetation for some time, they let out a triumphal shout.

“Got it!”

The game resumed and it was ten minutes later before Zack and Gareth began to feel an itch in a most inconvenient place. They didn’t really want to scratch it in case they were thought to be ‘playing with it’, which would surely earn them another spanking. Eventually they could take it no longer and Zack had to confess their problem to Mrs. Haynes.

“Err... Mrs. Haynes... err... we’ve got this red rash... err... here... err... and it... err... itches... err... something terrible.”

She looked down and knew instantly what it was.

“Weren’t you listening to my warning.”

They wondered what was she talking about but Gareth decided to wing it.

“Of course miss.”

“Did you not check what plants were in the undergrowth as you waded through it?”

“Err...”

“You two were not paying attention to my talk, were you?”

“Err...”

She glared at these two boys.

“Normally, that would earn you both a good spanking, but I think the consequences of your inattention will be punishment enough.”

She looked at one of the older girls.

“Frances, what was the warning I gave out?”

“Watch out for the Poison Oak and Poison Ivy miss. There are patches all over this forest.”

“And what was the little rhyme I gave out so you would all remember how to identify them?”

“It was ‘Leaves of three, let them be’ miss.”

Frances looked at Gareth’s scarlet tummy and scarlet 6.3” willy emerging from that forest of pubic hair, with scarlet dangling balls below, and Zack’s scarlet 1.9” winkle with scarlet snug balls, all surrounded with a circle of scarlet hairless skin. She giggled.

“Didn’t you two naked boys see how many leaves were on the plants you were wading through?”

“Err... No... err... we didn’t Frances.”

Mrs. Haynes spoke to Megan, who was alongside Frances.

“Perhaps you two would like to sort out these naughty boys. The First Aid treatment for Poison Oak or Poison Ivy rash is to wash the affected area most thoroughly, and as soon as possible. Put these surgical gloves on then get the boys in the stream and use your hands to scrub away over the whole area.”

The girls grinned as they looked at where they had been told to scrub. Mrs. Haynes tutted.

“Now, now girls. The boys’ misfortune may be entirely their own fault, but you’re not supposed to be enjoying this.”

Frances and Megan beamed at her as they snapped on the surgical gloves.

“Oh no miss! Certainly not miss!”

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The younger kids were all off on a pony ride up the old miner’s trail to Beaver Falls on the lower slopes of Mount Graham. They were in pairs, so the boys were riding alongside the girls. Apart from the four boys who were still being punished for trying Gareth’s trick with their underwear, the rest were in those baggy shorts, and all the girls were in their pink t-shirts and white shorts. When they got to the falls they were all awestruck by the noise and magnificent beauty as the water tumbled over a 30 foot wide ledge to drop as a 200 foot long curtain of mist into the small lake.

After they all got their view of the falls and had a picnic, someone suggested a swim. The girls were told to change behind the waterfall for privacy. Ellie, Lily and Cynthia didn’t need the privacy, but decided to follow anyway. Jo issued a warning.

“Don’t go right to the back, as there are concealed mine shafts around and they are dangerous.”

Jo and the girls were slipping on their suits when one of them let out a scream. Jo looked up.

“What is it Chloe?”

“It’s Tom behind that rock Jo. He’s been watching us change.”

Cynthia was as ready as she needed to be, so ran after Tom and grabbed him. Mr. Haynes rushed over and got hold of his ear.

“Well Tom, what have you got to say for yourself?”

“Err... I... err... thought I saw a snake sir... err... that’s right... err... a snake sir. I was going to catch it and take it well away sir... err... so it didn’t frighten the girls sir.”

Jo was now in her suit and came over. She looked down at the boy.

“He was hiding behind a rock Mr. Haynes, and was watching my girls change. The only snake here is Tom. May I suggest Mr. Haynes that as the girls are the aggrieved party, they should choose his punishment.”

“That’s fine Jo. What’s it to be girls?”

It was Cynthia who put forward a suggestion.

“This boy needs a thorough switching sir. When my cousin was naughty, gran used to get him to cut his own switch sir. It was such fun for me and my sisters watching him weigh up his options, and then see gran use his choice to whip his bare bottom till he was bawling his head off.”

Jo glared at the boy.

“Good idea Cynthia. Put him over a saddle so his bare butt will be at just the right angle for every girl to whack him. Afterwards, he should ride back on his sore bottom, so every bump in the trail will remind him not to repeat his perverted behavior.”

Mr. Haynes nodded.

“Excellent Jo. One powerful whack from each of the 22 girls will teach this despicable boy a firm lesson.”

Tom squealed as Mr. Haynes twisted his ear and dragged him over to a Hickory thicket.

“OK boy. Choose your own switch, and no leaves to slow its passage through the air as it whistles its way to your butt.”

The girls were giggling as they watched the boy make his tough choice. Tom’s gran used the same trick and he knew a thin whippy switch stings more, but a thicker one hits harder. Whatever he chose was going to hurt like hell. 22 was more than his gran ever gave him, but the girls probably wouldn’t hit as hard as her. He had to choose, so cut a middling sized one, cut the leafy end off, and passed it over to Mr. Haynes. Tom shrieked as it was tested on his bottom first before Mr. Haynes declared it satisfactory.

“Good choice boy.”

Pulling Tom over to the nearest horse, his shorts were removed and he was draped over the saddle. Mr. Haynes tied his hands together and had the rope continue under the horse to attach to the boy’s feet, then he pulled it tight.

“Right girls he is not going to be moving about now.”

Florence got her iPhone and set it up facing Tom’s bottom. Jo set hers up to record his face, then spoke to the girls.

“There is a projector in our hut, so after we’ve all eaten it’ll be a really fun film night starring Tom and his butt.”

The girls grinned. It was Chloe who was given the honor to start the proceedings. She took the switch and pulled her arm right back and really let fly. Jo’s iPhone caught the moment perfectly as his eyes went wide and he shrieked in agony. He was bawling by the fourth one, and by the end his bottom was a mass of red throbbing stripes.

It was Cynthia, Ellie and Lily who got Tom down and laid him on a blanket, sore bottom uppermost. Edmund, Hal and Caiden got some water from the lake and poured it over that roasted butt. The kids sat down Indian style in front of Tom. Caiden spoke first.

“Well that was a stupid thing to do. What kind of idiot does that when these three girls are happy to be on view.”

They were surprised when Tom grinned.

“I saw Jo’s boobs and she has a really neat bush trimmed in the shape of a heart.”

Cynthia gave him a look of total disdain.

“Well, I hope you think the ride back will be worth it.”

He had forgotten that. His face fell and he winced. Cynthia got up and picked the switch off the ground. He screamed as she added a twenty third stripe across his flaming butt.

“Come on guys, let’s leave this loser and have a swim.”

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As Megan and Frances got the boys out of the stream, Mrs. Haynes turned to Michaela and Cindy.

“You girls seem to be good friends with these two boys. I have some ointment in my rucksack which will need to be applied regularly for the next four days. Rub some over everything now, then keep the tube. You will need to seek the boys out to reapply every four hours until bed time, then start again immediately after their morning shower.”

Frances decided this was a memory worth recording and got her iPhone out. Michaela and Cindy looked at the sorry state of their boys and thought that a bit of fun might cheer them up. The girls began rubbing the ointment over those red patches, teasingly avoiding their willy and balls. The girls grinned as they saw this was causing the expected rise in the boys’ willys. As Gareth’s willy expanded, the pain got worse and he shrieked.

Cindy switched to rubbing ointment on Gareth’s boner to soothe his pain. The cool ointment helped a bit at first, but then his breathing got faster. Mrs. Haynes walked over just as Gareth reached his peak. As his boner expanded to its maximum, the pain well overrode the pleasure as he screamed and shot 10 large squirts across Mrs. Haynes’ shoes. Frances was delighted to get this all on her iPhone. Mrs. Haynes smirked at Gareth as she just reached down with a tissue and wiped his semen off.

“Yes, the pain can be quite excruciating when the sore skin stretches as it gets rubbed. No doubt after a few days of Cindy applying the ointment, you will be thinking a good spanking would have been much more preferable.”

Michaela’s application of the ointment was affecting Zack too. As she rubbed, he got a feeling he never had before. It was like he needed to pee. His micro-boner went rock hard and he screamed too. Mrs. Haynes smirked at Zack.

“Over the next four days you will be repeatedly reminded to pay attention to my lessons. Right Michaela, every 4 hours with that.”

She turned and walked over to her daughter.

“Winifred. No shorts for these two boys for the next four days to let those rashes heal.”

Cindy and Michaela were horrified that they had been set up to be their boys’ torturers.

“Oh Gareth, I’m really sorry.”

“That woman is a bitch. Look Cindy, rub it in until I’m just on the edge. It’ll be a different kind of torture, but I’ll cope.”

Michaela was surprised to see Zack was grinning.

“Are you OK Zack?”

“Just before the pain got unbearable, it felt wonderful as you were rubbing it. That’s never happened before. Thanks Michaela.”

She pulled Zack in for a big kiss. It was about 5 seconds later when he screamed again.

“I’m so sorry Zack.”

“Totally worth it Michaela, but better go easy on those too for a while.”

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It was 6.30pm and Ellie, Lily and Cynthia were in the canteen with their boys as Gareth and Zack entered with Cindy and Michaela. As he came over, Ellie looked at her brother and saw the bright red rash centered on his red winkle and balls.

“What on earth happened to you bro? That looks like a big red clockface. Your little winkle’s giving the right time too!”

Zack’s face matched his willy as, once again, his sister reminded everyone of her big brother’s immaturity. Michaela gave his hand a squeeze. She looked down and giggled.

“You’re quite right Ellie. Pity it only gives the right time twice a day. I’m afraid Zack and Gareth came off second best with some poison ivy. We’ve got to rub this ointment well in every four hours for the next four days. We have to watch out that we don’t make his pointer read 12 o’clock, as the rash gets very painful then.”

Michaela saw Zack was a bit glum and decided to cheer him up with a kiss. When his pointer reached noon the whole canteen heard.

“Sorry Zack, I forgot.”

Over the next four days the girls had to be so careful with Gareth and Zack. It was worse for Gareth, as he was taken to the very edge every four hours with no release. This was the ultimate torture and he was being driven wild. Cindy tried to think of everything, even suggesting he wore boxing gloves at night so he couldn’t play with himself. That actually helped. It was 3.47am on the Friday when all the boys in Banana hut were rudely awakened. She had completely forgotten about wet dreams!

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Sunday dawned and after their routine start of a cold shower, exercises and breakfast, the whole day was free time for the kids to do as they wished. Zack and Gareth had healed, and could now put those baggy shorts on. A whole week of being naked in front of all the girls at camp had become the norm now and the all over tan was a welcome bonus. They weren’t really bothered one way or the other about the shorts, but wore them anyway. Ellie suggested to her brother that they all take a trip up to see Beaver Falls. It was quite a crowd, as Frances and Megan came along with Leonard Boyle and James Prentice, who had also got their shorts back.

It was a very hot day and it took over an hour for them all to amble along to the falls. They were still 15 minutes away when they began to hear the roar. On arrival, the older kids were in awe of the spectacle and, although the younger ones had seen it before, even they were still impressed with the noise and the grandeur. Michaela smiled at Zack, then turned to Frances.

“Wow Zack, this is heavenly. Frances, would you take a picture of me and Zack with the falls in the background.”

Frances got her iPhone out and snapped all the kids, both as couples and, with the aid of the self-timer, got one of the whole gang.

Michaela and Cindy grabbed Zack and Gareth.

“Let’s get right up close to the falls so we can feel the spray.”

They were clambering over the rocks when Cindy slipped and dragged Gareth right in the water. Zack and Michaela went to grab them and fell into the water too. Cindy came up spluttering and looked over to see her three soaked friends all laughing.

“Sorry guys, I didn’t mean to do that.”

Gareth grinned.

“Well Cindy, you did want a close up! Let’s get out and dry off.”

They walked back to the others, who were all laughing too as these four drenched kids approached. The boys slipped off their sodden baggy shorts, wrung them out and hung them over the Hickory thicket to dry. Zack smiled at Michaela.

“I’m actually glad to get them off as I’ve still got a residual itch and the chafing makes it worse. You girls can change behind the waterfall for a bit of privacy.”

“It’s quite hot today Zack, and these thin clothes will dry quick enough.”

She thought Zack was so sweet to think of her privacy when Mrs. Haynes made him, Gareth, Len and Jim go about naked all day for the last week. She looked at him thoughtfully.

“Tell me Zack, how can you be thinking of our privacy? You four guys have had to put up with zero privacy 24/7 this week. No one seems to care at all about any boy’s feelings, as every one of you on this camp has to be naked in front of us girls for morning showers, exercises and swimming.”

Len looked up and shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s just the way it is on this camp, as we are reliving what it was like for boys in the 1950s. That first day was horrendous, but I was over being naked the next day. Once you girls had seen all I’ve got, what else is there to worry about? Getting caned in front of everyone was rough, but I get that from my dad fairly regularly so knew what to expect. It still hurt like hell though. Poor Jim had never been caned before and didn’t know what was coming. He hadn’t heard about the no movement rule, and he had to watch me screaming in agony as that witch Winifred beat me, knowing he was next. In his shoes, I would probably have flipped too.”

Jim went red to be reminded of his unmanly behavior, but still managed to smile at his friend.

“Thanks Len.”

Ellie heard Lily’s tummy rumbling.

“Sorry Ellie.”

“Sounds like you could do with something to eat. Shall we all break for lunch? Let’s see what sandwiches we were given.”

When they opened their sandwiches, the boys found they all had cheese, but the girls were given a whole range of great fillings. Michaela suggested a quick share out would make things fairer for all. She had been thinking more about the camp inequalities.

“Why do they have this double standard for boys here at camp? They treat boys as if you are second class citizens, while we girls are seen as little princesses. You get rubbish food, we get the best stuff. Even when they let you boys put some clothes on, which is none too often, it’s only those baggy shorts. Us girls can see right up them anyway, so you may as well be naked! We’re allowed to have our phones, but you’re not. Even the Wi-Fi access code here is ‘LittleBoysShouldNotBeSoModest’. It’s just not fair Zack.”

Zack smiled at Michaela.

“On our first day, Mrs. Haynes told us that boys in the 1950s wanted to be seen as tough outdoor types, so never wore a top or socks and thought underwear unnecessary. Mr. Haynes said having everything spartan was to build character and independence. When I look back at how this last week has gone, eventually it didn’t bother me wandering around naked all the time. It was embarrassing at first, especially with me being a 12-year-old who is a late developer, but, apart from Miss Winifred...”

He looked deliberately at Ellie and gave her a big grin.

“... and my horror of a little sister...”

She gave him an even bigger grin and poked her tongue out at him.

“...all you girls were quickly ignoring that. The poison ivy was a bit of a bummer though. It has been so great not having any parents around to tell us what to do or what not to do...”

Michaela saw Zack look straight into her eyes with the most beautiful smile.

“...but the very best thing of all this week is that I’ve met you.”

Michaela wrapped her arms around Zack’s neck and gave him one of her full on kisses. Ellie giggled.

“My watch must be slow. It says 11.45, but Zack’s pointer is telling me it’s noon!”

Zack didn’t care and laughed along with everyone else.

After they had digested their sandwiches, Cynthia suggested they all had a swim and just stripped off. Ellie and Lily followed suit, as did their three boys, and the six naked kids ran into the lake. Len and Jim dropped their shorts as Zack spoke to the girls.

“You can change behind the waterfall. We’ll see you in the water in a few minutes.”

Michaela looked at the other three girls and smiled. Zack sensed there was a some message being passed between them, but he was insufficiently acquainted with the female of the species to pick up on non-verbal communication. The girls smiled back and, as one, lifted up their t-shirts to drop them on their backpacks. Zack was stunned to see four pairs of breasts pointing right at him, the first he’d ever seen. He knew Michaela’s were the most beautiful though. The girls giggled as every boy’s pointer said it was noon.

“There’s no one about, and your sisters seem to like skinny dipping with the boys, so we thought we’d give it a try too.”

Four pairs of shorts and panties were shimmied down to join the t-shirts. Michaela saw the boys’ eyes were all out on stalks with mouths hanging open. She grinned as she asked the most superfluous question in the whole history of human interactions.

“You boys don’t mind, do you?”

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Those kids didn’t know Winifred had been following them to check what they were getting up to. She had seen them all strip off and now four of her Banana hut boys were cavorting with naked older girls. Winifred’s dad had confirmed that younger undeveloped girls being naked was permissible in a 1950s camp, but these older girls had mature private parts. They must have no morals she thought, letting boys see everything. The girls she had no control over, but those rule breakers Boyle and Prentice, together with Hawkins and Burrows were hers to discipline. Her most favorite part of being a counsellor was watching the fear in a boy’s eyes when he knew what was coming but had to submit to her power. She had been waiting for an excuse to spank them all week, and here it was. Humiliating boys gave her a real kick, so she was going to spank them right in front of the girls.

From her hiding place, Winifred watched them all get out, then the girls started kissing the boys. Her mother had told her that girls should not kiss boys until they are married and said no girl should be naked outside of a bathroom. What she would think about naked girls kissing naked boys was unimaginable. Then she saw what else the girls were doing. This had to stop, so she stood up.

“What are you boys doing with those girls! Boyle, Prentice, Hawkins and Burrows come here at once!”

The boys jumped out of their skins. Gareth saw who it was.

“Oh shit, it’s Miss Winifred. We’re for it now.”

The boys had to do as they were told. They were very worried as they saw her slip off her belt and loudly smack it across her palm.

“Bend over you boys.”

As they complied, Michaela got up and angrily shouted at Winifred.

“You lay a finger on my boyfriend and it’ll be the worse for you.”

Zack was elated when Michaela called him her boyfriend. Winifred pulled herself up to her full height for maximum effect.

“I’m their hut counsellor and this is nothing to do with you.”

Unfortunately, her full height was only 4’ 3” and Michaela was 4’ 8”, so it didn’t have quite the effect Winifred was hoping for.

Cindy, Frances and Megan got up and advanced towards Winifred.

“Those are our boyfriends too so you’d better leave them alone.”

Winifred was a bit concerned as she was outnumbered and by bigger girls too. She decided to rely on her authority as counsellor.

“I am a camp counsellor! You girls WILL respect the authority my red t-shirt symbolizes!”

Michaela’s answer was to give her the finger then grab her. Winifred struggled but couldn’t break free. Michaela called to Cindy.

“She’s been quick enough to get the boys naked, let’s see how she likes it.”

“Noooooooooooo!”

Michaela held her tight as Cindy whipped her shorts and panties down. Letting her go, Michaela pulled that red t-shirt up and off. She waved it about, well out of her reach. Winifred jumped up to recover her authority, but Michaela kept snatching it away.

“Here’s your symbol. Come and get it.”

It took a good 10 seconds before Winifred realized she was naked. Snapping one arm across her chest, the other arm shot between her legs. Cindy looked at this squirming little girl.

“A red birthday suit doesn’t carry any authority here.”

Cindy grinned at her friends.

“Maybe she’s a bit hot. I’m sure we can help her cool off.”

Each girl grabbed a limb. Holding her legs open wide, they slowly walked her right past the boys. Winifred went scarlet as she saw them all grin as they stared at her most private parts. Once down at the water’s edge, they swung her body forward then let go.

“Take that you bitch!”

Winifred sailed through the air to land in the water. She surfaced and automatically began to swim to shore, but then she remembered she was naked and trod water as she tried to think about what to do. Cindy had an idea to stop her bullying the boys.

“Let’s get her out.”

Michaela and Frances dived in. They grabbed a struggling Winifred and brought her ashore. Cindy held Winifred’s belt.

“If you don’t want me to tear you a new one, you’ll do as I say.”

They all saw the terrified look in her eyes, confirming Winifred was happy to dish it out, but couldn’t take it. Cindy had an evil grin.

“Let’s record a few memories, shall we?”

She glared at the frightened and naked counsellor.

“Sit between these boys and put your arms around them. Look like you’re enjoying it or you’ll get the belt.”

She did as she was told. Cindy took her iPhone out to get those memories, making a few suggestions on the way.

“Legs wider apart... Perfect... Give Gareth a kiss... Put your hand round his stiff willy... Rub your hand up and down... Great!”

Cindy saw Winifred begin to smile at her last few suggestions and saw she was now getting well into it. Gareth was enjoying her actions too and soon erupted. Cindy got a perfect shot of her looking down and grinning as she held Gareth’s squirting boner. The trickle of glistening juices that leaked from her pussy was well highlighted by the sun.

“That’ll do. Now come over here so we can review these memories before you get your clothes back and skedaddle.”

Winifred was horrified at what she saw, especially when Cindy zoomed in on her dripping pussy.

“If you don’t want your mum to receive an enlarged copy of these, you won’t lay a finger on any Banana hut boy. Is that clear?”

She nodded, then grabbed her clothes and rushed off. They all chuckled watching her bare ass disappear down the trail.

“Nothing like a bit of blackmail to ensure compliance.”

Cindy grinned as she cleaned Gareth up.

“You two-timer. I thought you were enjoying that just a bit too much.”

He smiled.

“I was only obeying orders.”

“Come here, I need a kiss.”

It was a good five minutes before she put him down.

“I’m dying for a pee. If you don’t mind, I’d prefer a bit of privacy for that. I’ll go behind the waterfall.”

“Sure. I’ll just get my shorts on and tidy up before we all start back.”

It had been eight minutes and Cindy hadn’t returned.

“Michaela, Cindy just slipped off for a pee behind the waterfall. It’s been a while, so please would you check she’s alright.”

“No problem Gareth.”

It wasn’t long before Michaela came rushing back.

“She’s not there.”

“She must be. I saw her go behind the waterfall.”

They went back but there was no one there. Gareth called out, but heard no response over the roar of the falls. Cynthia, Ellie, Lily and their boys had followed them in.

“What’s up bro?”

“Cindy went behind here for a pee but now she’s not around.”

Gareth saw the worried look on Cynthia’s face.

“Jo told us to watch out for concealed mine shafts behind here. You don’t think she’s fallen in one, do you?”

Gareth called everyone over and gave the orders.

“Spread out and check the back of the waterfall. Take small steps and tread very carefully. Watch for old shafts.”

It was Caiden who spotted some scuffed soil and got down to feel around. It was almost covered by the thick scrub, but he saw there was a hole about 4 feet across.

“There’s a hole here guys.”

They carefully approached and Gareth peered into the dark. He called her name and made out a weak response.

“We need some light.”

“Hang on, I’ve got a torch in my backpack.”

Edmund gave it to Gareth who shone it into the hole. He saw Cindy lying on a thin ledge about 15 foot down. She was clearly hurt.

“We’re going to need help. Jim, run as fast as you can to raise the alarm at the camp. Zack, Len, I saw an old hut just above the trail. See if there’s anything in it we can use and bring it here.”

The kids shot off and Gareth called down.

“Don’t move Cindy, help’s on its way.”

He heard her feebly call up.

“I think I’ve broken my arm. It hurts like hell and I can’t move it.”

Gareth was feeling pretty helpless, but he knew his job was to keep Cindy’s spirits up as he gave as much reassurance as he could while they waited for help. A short while later he was relieved when Zack and Len came rushing in with good news.

“There was this 50 foot length of rope in the hut. It looks a bit old but it’s still firm.”

“Great. You guys can lower me down. Cindy’s broken her arm so she won’t be able to help, There’ll be a lot of weight on the rope, so if you girls can help take the strain, that’ll be great.”

Michaela looked across.

“You’ll need something to form a sling.”

She took off her t-shirt and ripped it into lengths. The boys were too concerned about Cindy to notice those most beautiful breasts.

“Here Gareth, take this.”

“Thanks Michaela. OK guys?”

The boys nodded and gripped the rope as Gareth was lowered down to Cindy. There was just room on the ledge for the two of them.

“We’ll soon have you out of this Cindy.”

Gareth was very grateful that he had paid attention to the First Aid lecture as he checked Cindy over. He took the remains of Michaela’s t-shirt and gently strapped her arm up as best he could. He realized she was still naked, which might take some explaining when help from the camp arrived. He took off his shorts and got her into them, then put his arms around her.

“OK Cindy. I’ve got you.”

He called up.

“Ready guys, take the strain.”

He gave an encouraging smile to Cindy.

“We’ll soon have you safe.”

Gareth had his back to the rock face in order that Cindy would not get bashed about. He was getting badly scratched, but it was protecting his Cindy that mattered. One large heave and both kids were over the rim, just as Mr. Haynes came in with two medics.

They lifted Cindy off Gareth and on to a stretcher. The taller one saw she was topless and quickly got something to cover her breasts. His partner looked at Michaela and grinned. She just shrugged.

“My friend needed a sling, and my t-shirt was all I had.”

Cynthia pulled off hers and gave it to Michaela.

“Here, you have my t-shirt. I’ve got nothing to see and your need is greater than mine.”

“Thanks Cynthia.”

She put on the too small t-shirt, but it didn’t help much. With that so snug garment and her erect nipples, every contour was visible. Michaela might as well have been topless. She looked across and grinned as she saw the bulge in the shorter medic’s pants.

Mr. Haynes came over and smiled.

“Well done Gareth. No panicking, you just got on and did the right thing. I’m proud of you lad. I’m proud of you all.”

He looked down at Cindy to see she had white baggy shorts on, then he stared at a naked Gareth, who went scarlet as he was certain they were all busted. Mr. Haynes saw Gareth’s face and knew what these kids must have been doing that afternoon. He always liked skinny dipping with the girls at Beaver Falls when his dad ran the camp and he was Gareth’s age. Now, his wife thought it was disgusting for girls to be naked and, while she was OK with little boys in their birthday suits, she was none too keen on men being naked either. His idea for this anniversary camp was the first excuse he’d had to swim that way since his youth. Gareth was surprised when Mr. Haynes grinned at him and winked.

“Oh dear lad, it looks like Cindy picked up the wrong shorts when she came behind the waterfall to change out of her swim suit. That clearly must have been what happened. No doubt about it. Isn’t that right lad?”

Gareth was hoping he hadn’t misunderstood that Mr. Haynes was offering to cover for them.

“Err... Yes sir. Err... That must have been... err... exactly what happened sir.”

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