Counselors: Cathy (20), Lisa (18), Becky (17), Elisa (16) Mandy (15)
 
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Part 10
 
 
 
Morning was announced rather abruptly as the lights came on, the door banged open and Mandy walked in and shouted, “Time to get up, boys. Let’s get going we have a long day ahead of us.”
 
The five boys groggily rolled off their mattresses and stood up, blinking at the sudden bright light.
 
“What time is it anyway?” Matt enquired, sleepily.
 
“IT’s six-thirty AM,” Mandy announced. “Boys don’t get to sleep in at Camp Ronamoc. Now get in line and head for the bathroom.”
 
The bathroom routine of the night before was repeated as each boy emptied his bladder and bowels as required and had his bottom and privates wiped by Mandy. Becky appeared at this point and the two girls led the naked boys to the small room where they had had “supper” the previous night.
 
The boys could hear the girls in the main dining room having their own breakfast. They could smell bacon, maple syrup and eggs cooking. But none of it was for them. They were faced with three metal bowls on the table containing warmed-over spaghetti, cold breadsticks and wilted salad – the leftovers from the girls’ supper the night before. At the end of the big table was a smaller table with the pile of wrapped sandwiches and two ice chests with generic soda and milk.
 
“Eat up, boys,” Becky said. “We’ve got along bus trip ahead of us and it will be at least three hours before the lunch stop.”
 
Joey raised his hand, “Miss Becky, could we have some mustard or mayo or something for the sandwiches? They are really dry.”
 
Becky snorted and shook her head. “This isn’t some fancy-schmancy restaurant. It’s food and you’ll eat it like it is or go hungry.” She motioned to Mandy, “This little brat is flapping his jaw again, give him a reminder of where he is.”
 
Mandy grinned, walked over to Joey and bent him over the table. She pulled a small paddle from her back pocket and gave Joey a half-dozen hard smacks on his bare bottom. Joey yelped once or twice but didn’t cry.
 
Becky looked at the four remaining boys. “Anybody else have a complaint about the food or service?”
 
Getting no response, she motioned to the table. “Then grab your bowls and chow down. You have ten minutes.”
 
The five boys took their plastic bowls and forks and made the best of a rather limited amount of food. Even the salad bowl was bare when they were finished and a couple of boys took sandwiches as well. As they finished, they could hear the girls leaving the other room. The routine was the same as the previous night. The boys were allowed to graze on the stuff the girls left on their plates. Joey got a whole sausage link, David scrounged two pieces of bacon and Billy scored a whole waffle with syrup on it. But the rest settled for scraps of eggs, toast and cereal.
 
After cleaning up the dining areas, the boys were marched to the gym where the girls were lined up against one wall, supervised by Cathy and Lisa. There was also a new naked boy and three new girls, already dressed in their camp uniforms.
 
Cathy made the introductions. The new girls were Helen, Kristen and Carol. The new boy was named Nathan. Each of the boys and girls from last night’s groups introduced themselves as well.
 
Cathy looked over the assembled groups and announced. “the first order of business today will be the boys’ morning spankings. Every boy at Camp Ronamoc gets a spanking every morning. That lets them know their place and reinforces their awareness of the need for obedience. Set up the chairs, girls.”
 
Becky, Mandy and Lisa each grabbed a straight chair and set them in a line facing the line of camper girls. Then each of the three girls produced a wooden hairbrush from a bag on the floor and seated themselves on the chairs. The six boys shuddered but said nothing.
 
“You boys are lucky today,” Cathy announced with an evil grin. “Since you will be sitting on a bus for several hours, we’ll cut the spankings a bit short. Each boy gets two smacks for each year of his age. in the first round, we will start with the older boys so the girls can give them a full-strength workout. Joey, Jeff and Matt, take your positions. Pick whichever girl you please.”
 
Joey hesitated and then put himself over Mandy’s lap, Jeff went to Becky and Matt went to Lisa. The girls began spanking in unison and the loud smacks of hard wood on soft boyish bottoms, echoed through the gym, punctured by yelps and sobs from the three victims and some giggles from the camper girls, who seemed delighted with the show. Only Debbie and Teri had scowls on their faces. Joey was able to get through his assigned twenty-six smacks without breaking into sobs. Jeff and Matt were not as fortunate and were in tears long before their spankings ended.
 
The three younger boys then took their places over the girls’ laps and each got his assigned 22 smacks. Unlike the older boys, Billy, David and Nathan were sobbing after the first half-dozen spanks and were bawling uncontrollably at the end of their ordeal.
 
Cathy smiled as the six boys stood rubbing their bottoms. “Nothing like the sight of a freshly spanked boy’s bottom to start off the day on the right note. Something for all you girls to look forward to, a whole summer of watching naughty little boys get their bare bottoms spanked nice and red and glowing. And you won’t just be watching – pretty soon you’ll all get the chance to take a naughty little boy over your own knee and spank his bare bottom as hard and as long as you want to.”
 
There were smiles and giggles from the ranks of the camper girls, except for Debbie and Teri who still looked somewhat disgusted with the prospects. Becky noticed this and whispered to Mandy, “Those two don’t look happy. We’ll have to watch them.”
 
Mandy whispered back, “Yeah, we should check with the Dragon Lady and see if she’ll let us spank some of the girls. Or maybe have the Prefects do it. Three years ago, when I was still just a camper, there was a girl from New York who got into all kinds of trouble. They finally declared her a “boy” and stripped her, except for a thong. She spent the rest of the summer working bare-bottomed with the boys and getting spanked almost every day.”
 
Becky giggled. “I wouldn’t mind seeing Debbie get that treatment. We could spank her and her big-mouthed boyfriend together.”
 
Cathy was addressing the group. “OK, girls and boys, we are going out to the bus now. Everybody pee and poop now, if you have to; it will be a long ride and there is only one potty on the bus. In five minutes, I want to see two lines in the parking lot. Girls line up by age group and boys in another line. Lisa, Becky and Mandy will be going with you on the bus and will be your Cabin Counselors at the camp. Lisa is in charge. Elisa and I will be here to receive more campers for the next four days. We expect four more girls for your cabin, no more boys.”
 
The group scattered as some made for the rest rooms and others for the parking lot. In a few minutes, all were assembled next to the large bus labeled “Camp Ronamoc.”
 
Cathy announced the boarding order. “Greenies go on first and pick the seats you want. Then the Bluebirds, followed by the Robins. Boys go last. The first two seats on both sides are reserved for Counselors. The last six seats in the rear are for the boys. OK, all aboard, no fighting or arguing over seats.”
 
When he finally got to board the bus, Joey noted that the girls’ seats were the standard interstate bus seats, two per side, well-padded with adjustable backrests. The last six seats, however, were three per side, with vinyl sides and bottoms – standard school bus seats, with no seat belts. The vinyl felt chilly on their bare bottoms, but he realized that they would get warm and slippery as they warmed up.
 
Mandy stood bin the aisle between the seats. “If you look to the left, you will see the bathroom. Notice that it is labeled ‘Girls.’ Boys will not use it under any circumstances. If you have to pee, you will stand here on the right side of the rear door and open this slot. Stick your wee-wee into the slot and pee outside the bus. Don’t do this if there is a car close behind the bus; we don’t want any complaints. Notice the folding toilet seat. If you need to poop, pull the seat down and put this plastic bucket under it. There is a roll of toilet paper beside the seat. When you finish pooping, wipe yourself and take the bucket to the rear door. Open the window and dump the contents out onto the road. Again, don’t do this if there any cars behind us.”
 
Jeff looked puzzled. “But isn’t it against the law to pee and poop on the highway?”
 
Mandy laughed. “This is desert country. Pee will evaporate within minutes and the poop will get eaten by the birds and bugs. And the birds will use the TP to make nests. Just don’t get your willies caught in the slot cover and, above all, keep a firm grip on the bucket when you dump the poop.”
 
After three hours of monotonous desert, the bus halted at a rather seedy looking truck stop. Matt and Billy had had to pee out the back of the bus, but nobody had had to use the bucket. There was a gas station, a small convenience store and a burger joint. In back was a shaded area with several picnic tables. Lisa led the group off the bus and over to the picnic area.
 
“OK girls,” she said. “Each of you gets $10 for lunch. Go into the shack and order what you want and bring it back to the tables to eat. Boys, help Becky with the coolers in the baggage section of the bus.”
 
The six boys sighed, knowing what was most likely in the cooler. Sure enough, when they got them to the picnic area, there were the old sandwiches, expired milk cartons and generic sodas. Jeff made as though to sit at a table, but Becky shooed him off. “The tables are for the girls. You boys sit on the ground over there,” pointing to a rather scruffy area of brown grass and sand.
 
As the girls began coming back to the picnic area, a minivan pulled up filled with five girls who appeared to be high-school age. The driver and apparent leader walked up to Lisa and smiled.
 
“Hi, I’m Melanie, from Pickens Wells about ten miles down the road. I see you guys are from Camp Ronamoc. I’ve heard a lot about that place, but never been there. Wow – naked boys, there’s got to be a story behind that.”
 
“Hi Melanie, I’m Lisa, a counselor at Camp Ronamoc. These girls are Becky and Mandy, my assistants. The other girls and the boys are campers.”
 
“Glad to meet you Becky and Mandy,” Melanie replied pleasantly. My girls are Candy, Beth, Nancy and Sandy. Why are the boys naked?”
 
“Ah, the boys have been sent to the camp by their parents as punishment for being naughty during the school year.” Lisa explained. “We keep them naked, spank them often and make them do all the dirty work around the camp. The camp is primarily for girls, so we let them play with the boys as practice for when they have little boys of their own.”
 
“Super!” Melanie exclaimed. “I wish I could go to a camp like that. There are some boys in my high school that I’d love to spank and torment.”
 
“Well, we can make part of your wish come true,” Lisa said. “We have six boys that haven’t been spanked in a few hours. Their bottoms should be tender and sensitive enough so you and your girls can have some fun. None of them are high-school-age, but you can pretend they are some of the boys that annoy you.”
 
“OK, boys,” Becky directed. “Line up here so our new friends can pick the boy to spank.”
 
The six boys unhappily lined up for inspection. Melanie looked at the line-up, looked Joey in the eye and, apparently not liking what she saw there, picked Jeff as her spankee. She took a firm grip on his willie and led him to a vacant picnic bench. Bending him over her bare thighs, she began smacking his bare bottom with her hand, slowly at first, but with increasing frequency and power as she went along. Jeff was soon howling and kicking his legs feebly, but the girl was much bigger and stronger, so he was helpless and soon lapsed into quite sobbing and finally lay lip across her lap.
 
The other four Pickens girls each selected a target and followed suit. Soon there were five little boys sobbing and dancing around rubbing their red bottoms and allowing their boy-parts to flop around for the girls’ amusement. Joey, the only one not selected, stood stolidly apart with a very severe expression on his face. Even the counselors avoided his glance, sensing the implied menace.
 
As the Pickens girls headed for the snack shack for their own lunch, the Ronamoc girls finished their meals and got ready to depart. Becky took out six small buckets and bade the boys gather up the scraps the girls had left on the picnic tables. “No sense in wasting good food,” she declared.
 
As the boys scrambled for the leftovers, Debbie sidled over to Joey and dropped a whole wrapped hamburger into his bucket. “I got an extra for you,” she whispered and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek when none of the counselors were looking their way.
 
Joey smiled. “Thanks, Deb,” he whispered back. “I think I am falling in love with you.”
 
Debbie giggled. “Well, we better not do anything about it while we’re at camp or we’ll both get our butts fried.”
 
When all the kids had a last-minute bathroom stop, the bus was reloaded and proceeded down the dusty highway toward the camp. The boys chowed down on their leftovers. Their morale was lifted a bit when they realized that some of the girls had bought extra food so that there would be leftovers for them. Teri and Carol had gotten extra fries, and Melody had gotten an extra basket of chicken nuggets. Jeff found a large bag of M&M’s under his bus seat. He shared them with the other boys once the bus was well under way and the counselors out of sight in the front of the bus.
 
Jeff whispered to Joey, “I think the campers are coming over to our side. I just hope they don’t get in trouble with the counselors for it.”
 
“Yes, that’s encouraging,” Joey replied. “Debbie gave me a whole burger and I saw Teri slipping some extra fries into your bucket. I’ve seen the way Teri looks at you and you can see how Debbie looks at me. They are good girls. I just wish we were at a different kind of camp with them.
 
 
 
END of Part 10
 
 
 
 
 
 

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