Sunshine Sally

Sunshine Sally 1

By Red Rover

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   SUNSHINE SALLY

   By Red Rover

   Introduction

Sally Hershaw is a schoolteacher who works in a small city in Eastern Massachusetts. She and her husband, Mike. spend their summers in a small town in the Berkshires in the Western part of the state. Sally has to spend most of her life as a proper young schoolteacher, but the summer vacation is her chance to kick off the traces, and much else. The residents of their vacation home find her delightfully uninhibited and are more than willing to help her carry out her fantasies.

   SUNSHINE SALLY

   By Red Rover

Part 1

Area: the Berkshire Mountains cover the western portion of Massachusetts and a small part of New York state. There are a few large towns and a number of small ones which cater to tourists in the summer, foliage enthusiasts in the fall and skiers in the winter. There are a number of State Forests and some wilderness areas. Pixley is a fictional small town, typical of the area's more remote regions.

People: The people of Pixley are divided into four basic groups. The "locals" live in the area year-round and operate the farms and businesses there. The "summer people" own or lease property in the area and come out almost every summer to spend anywhere from two weeks to two months in relative seclusion. "Tourists" are people who are just passing through. "Temps" are people who are hired temporarily to fill jobs catering to tourists. Many of them are spouses and/or children of the locals and summer people. Some, however, are transient, often college students.

Sally Henshaw is 29 years old and has taught fourth grade in the Lexington school system for the past six years. Her husband. Mike is 31 and teaches biology at the Lexington High School, while working on his Ph.D. in wilderness ecology. The cabin near Pixley, along with 45 acres of forest land had been owned by Mike's father, who was a close friend of George and Linda Olsen. The Olsen’s lived year-round on their property and operate the Post Office and General Store. Mike bought the vacation cabin from his parents when they retired and moved to Florida.

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The Bronco pulled up to the cabin and a small pink figure emerged, dashed across the yard and threw itself into the arms of the middle-aged man at the door.

"Sunshine Sally," George exclaimed. "You're three days early." He hugged the petite nude girl/woman and smacked her firmly on her bare bottom.

Sally Henshaw squealed and kissed him on the cheek, “Yup, I couldn't wait. Is the cabin ready?"

George lifted her over his head, bringing another squeal. "Couldn't wait to get your clothes off either, I see. The cabin's ready, and Linda is inside. "

Sally giggled and bolted for the cabin. Inside, George's wife, Linda, greeted her with another big hug and smack. "Good to see you again, child. This mountain gets lonely in the winter."

Sally laughed. "Well I'll liven things up for a while. God, it's good not to have to face 32 fourth-graders for the next two months."

George helped Mike Henshaw unload the Bronco. "Nice to see Sally so happy and lively," George remarked.

Mike laughed. "Yep, she was bare bottomed before we got in the car. Probably won't get pants on her for a couple weeks."

Sally dashed to the woodshed and retrieved her mountain bike, “I'm off to the village," she exclaimed.

The "village" consisted of a general store, gas station and a Forest Service Ranger station. Sally dashed into the ranger station and leaped into the arms of Ranger Bob, the grey-bearded district supervisor. Getting her usual hug, smack and kiss, she disengaged and scampered across the street to the General Store.

"Damn, who was that?" asked Fred Walsh, Bob's new assistant.

"Sally Henshaw, a schoolteacher from Lexington," Bob responded. "She and her husband own a cabin up the road. They spend summer here almost every year."

At that point, they heard a hubbub in the street. When they investigated, they saw Sally, surrounded by a group of tourists, being harangued by an older woman.

Seeing the rangers, the woman exclaimed. "This is an outrage, Sheriff. This girl is running around naked in front of kids and all. Do something about it!"

"Well, I am not the Sheriff, but I am the Chief Ranger, so I guess it's my job." Bob winked at Sally.

The tall ranger guided the giggling Sally to a nearby bench, sat down and flipped her over his knee. Placing his left hand firmly in the small of her back he brought his right hand down with a resounding SMACK on her bare bottom.

As the crowd roared with laughter, the ranger continued to spank the nude girl until her bottom was bright red from top to bottom. Sally squirmed and giggled at first and then the giggles turned to tears. Finally, she lay limp over his lap, sobbing quietly.

Bob picked her up, carried her into the office and closed the door. "Better wait a while until the tourists clear out," he said.

Sally rubbed her bottom. "Damn, you've been working out," she giggled. "This is going to be a great summer."

Sally draped herself over Ranger Bob's desk, displaying a very cute bare red bottom to a somewhat flustered Fred Walsh, who had returned to his desk. "So, what's new in town, Uncle Bob?" she inquired brightly. "Any new people, new buildings, new scandals?"

Bob snorted. "Sally, you are distracting Fred, now go sit down like a good girl."

Sally pouted. "But I'm not a good girl, I'm a brat. you tell me that a hundred times every summer."

"And so you are," Bob responded wearily “but if you don't get your bratty butt into a chair in ten seconds, I am getting a switch."

"YEOW, No! Not a switch, I'll be good." Sally said fearfully. "I'll be the goodest little girl you ever saw."

"And that, Fred, is how you deal with Sunshine Sally." the older ranger explained. "She loves running around bare-bottomed and she loves being spanked. But a good switch laid across the backs - or better yet, the fronts of her thighs will calm her down in no time."

"S'not fair." Sally grumbled. "Switches are EVIL. People who beat innocent little girls with switches should be jailed for life." But she got off Bob's desk and plunked herself down in a wicker chair - and promptly leaped to her feet with a yelp. "Damn, I forgot." She found another chair with a padded seat and lowered herself slowly into it.

"Works every time,” the chief ranger said, with satisfaction. "I'll cut a couple of good switches tonight and leave one with you, in case I'm not around when she acts up.

Walsh shook his head, "You want me to switch her? Hell, she’s just a couple years younger than I am."

Bob did some mental arithmetic. "Actually, I think she's a year older than you are. But it doesn't matter. From June to August she's a bratty 12-year old and needs to be treated as such."

Sally had found a piece of bubble gum somewhere and was chomping noisily on it. She paused to stick her purple-stained tongue out at the two rangers. "Mean men, picking on a sweet little girl like me."

Bob glanced out the window. "The tourist bus is going now. You need anything from the store, Sally?"

Sally stood up and looked down at a few square feet of skin and nothing else. "Actually, I do. I hope our credit is still good, I seem to have forgotten my purse."

The ranger laughed. "Among other things. I hope you brought your clogs, walking on these back roads in bare feet can be tough on skin that's been in shoes all winter."

Sally looked dismayed. "Shit, I forgot all about them."

Ranger Bob shook his head. "Don't worry, I'll give you a lift home after you finish shopping. And don't worry about the store. Davy Olsen is running it today and he knows your credit is good. Though he'll probably paddle your bottom for forgetting your purse and making him open an account book."

Sally brightened. "Well I certainly hope so. He's known Mike for twenty years and he's spanked my poor little bottom almost as often as you have."

Fred watched the petite brunette saunter across the street, her bare bottom bouncing prettily as she walked. "Wow, she's really something."

Bob nodded, "Yep when they made her they threw away the mold."

Fred snorted. "More likely, she found the mold and hid it somewhere,"

Sally sauntered into the General Store, her entrance marred somewhat by a splinter she had picked up from the board porch. Muttering a dirty word, she balanced on one foot and tried to extract the offending piece of wood from the other.

"Sally Henshaw, you little brat! When did you hit town?" Davy Olsen boomed out.

"Just a couple hours ago. And I got a damn splinter in my foot from your damn wood porch. When are you going to paint that thing, or put a mat on it?"

The tall, husky Dane came out from behind the counter and picked her up as though she was a five-year old. "Let's take a look at that foot. Dammit, girl, when are you going to learn to wear shoes?"

Davy set her on the hard wooden counter with a thud that rekindled the fire in her still-red bottom. The shopkeeper went into the back room and came out with a first aid kit. Lifting her foot with one hand, he extracted the splinter with a pair of tweezers. Sally gave a yelp as it came out and another yelp as he doused the wound with iodine.

The half dozen customers and Davy's assistant watched with amusement as the big man lifted the naked girl off the counter and set her on her feet. "It's great to be back, Davy," she exclaimed, kissing him on the cheek and throwing her arms around his neck.

"Great to see you too, Bratgirl,” he replied. "Did you come to buy something or just for medical work?"

"Oh, no, " she said brightly. "I have a list." She looked down at her bare body and corrected herself. "Oops, I left the list on the bike."

Sally dashed out the door, found the mountain bike, extracted her shopping list from the basket and returned to the store, affording several locals and summer people a close-up view of several square meters of attractive girl-skin. She presented the list to Davy triumphantly. "See, I didn't forget everything."

Davy surveyed her bare body and now empty hands. "Well, you seem to have forgotten your purse, AGAIN," he stated grimly. "That means I have to write up a new account sheet by hand since the computer is down again and hope you remember your purse by the end of August. Didn't I tell you what would happen if you did this again?"

Sally reflexively covered her bare bottom. "Uh, did you tell me something about that? Let me try to remember."

Davy smiled sardonically and reached under the counter. He pulled out a medium size paddle and a plastic hairbrush, slipping them into the top pocket of his apron. Sally started to edge away, but he caught her and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of cornmeal. "Bag up the stuff on the list and write up a sales slip, Jerry." he instructed his assistant. "Bratgirl and I have an appointment on the porch." He smacked the feebly struggling Sally on her bottom and marched out the door. The customers naturally followed and Jerry cursed his bad luck in missing out on the fun.

Davy carried Sally outside, sat down on a convenient bench and flipped her over his knee. He pulled the wooden paddle out of his apron pocket and smacked the middle of her right cheek. Sally yelped and kicked her legs. He delivered another dozen spanks. distributing the evenly between cheeks. By this time, Sally was crying, but not loudly enough not to hear the laughter and comments from the onlookers. "Damn, she muttered, " Don't the people of this hick town have anything better to do than watch some poor little girl get spanked?"

Davy laughed. "Sally, my silly little brat, you are the most exciting thing to hit Pixley since the mayor set fire to his pants on the Fourth of July. And you're a lot better looking. But if you are still complaining, I guess I'm not spanking hard enough."

"You're doing fine,” Sally protested. "You don't need to... YEOUCH!! Where did that fucking hairbrush come from?'

"A special 'Welcome Back Bratgirl', my little bare-bottomed princess. I thought you could use some added incentive.'”

"Incentive, Hell, that sucker HURTS," the nude girl/woman protested. "OW...OW... OW...OW, Okay, okay you can stop now, I'll be good."

"Why do I have trouble believing that, " the shopkeeper mused. "Somehow it doesn't sound all that sincere." He kept up the steady pace of spanks onto the girl's now bright red bottom.

Sally was bawling her head off now, tears ran down her cheeks in a steady stream and she squirmed helplessly under the pressure of his strong left hand in the small of her back as the right hand smacked the plastic hairbrush into her bare bottom cheeks. "I'll be good, I'll be gooder, I'll be the goodest little girl in the whole wide world, P-p-p-please stop," she blubbered.

"OK, Bratgirl, last six coming up,” Davy promised. Pulling her bottom up slightly, he gave three powerful spanks with the hairbrush onto each of the sit spots where the buttocks met the thigh. Sally jerked up her head and HOWLED at each stroke.

Davy put down the hairbrush and stroked the sobbing girl's back and shoulders gently. Sally gasped, coughed and drew in huge gulps of air as she lay limp across the big Dane's knees. Finally, she was able to control her hiccups and resume normal breathing.

There was a round of applause from the dozen or so people in the street. "Best spanking in years," one said. "Yup, she sure looks cute lying over his lap with her bare bottom in the air and all red-like, another remarked. "I'm sure glad my Paw don't spank that hard," said a 12-year-old.

Oh, great," Sally muttered. "Comments from the Peanut Gallery. Why didn't they bring the whole damn school down to watch?"

Davy helped her to her feet. "Sounds like you've recovered. Now just toddle over to the ranger office and I'll send Jerry over with the groceries."

Sally tried to walk, but stumbled several times, so Davy hoisted her over his shoulder again and carried her over to the Ranger office. Striding into the office, he dumped Sally into the wicker chair and asked politely, "Anybody order a brat, medium-well?"

Sally screamed in agony, lurched forward and fell flat on her face -or actually her boobs. "Not that fucking wicker chair," she shrieked.

"Now I've got a fucking splinter in my tit, you clumsy clod," she raged.

Fred helped her to her feet and carefully examined her right breast. "Looks like just a little scratch," he announced, "but I better do a careful examination." He slowly examined, prodded and squeezed every square inch of both breasts while a startled Sally stood dumfounded. "They look OK to me,"

"Well they ought to, you molester in uniform," Sally stormed. "Uncle Bob, your depraved flunky here just took advantage of an injured girl to feel her up while you two bozos just watched."

"Of course, Sally, you're right," the Chief Ranger said. "We should have helped him!"

"Oh, Lord help me,” Sally declaimed. "I have fallen into the hands of a gang of perverts. Police brutality!! Storekeeper brutality!! My innocence is shattered!! Oh, woe is me!!"

At that point Jerry walked in. "I put the groceries in the back of your pickup, Bob. I figured you'd be delivering Bratgirl home being as how she can't carry much on that bike."

He looked over at the dramatically posing Sally. "Hey nice colour on your bottom. Did Davy do all that or did these guys help? Am I too late for the orgy?" Walking over to Sally, he gave her a hug and kiss and a swat on the bottom, which made her jump and yelp.

"Nice tits, too." He tweaked each nipple and lifted each breast to examine the undersides closely. "No surgical scars, guess they're 100% natural."

"Another fucking pervert," Sally exclaimed. "I KNEW I should have married that dentist from Albany."

Ranger Bob laughed. "Sally, you've gotten two bare-bottom public spankings and two tit-gropes in one afternoon. That's got to be close to a personal best for you. Now put your bike in the back of my truck and your backside in the front seat, before we go for three of a kind."

Sally sighed dramatically. "Nobody understands the travail of an innocent young Yankee schoolteacher, cast adrift in a land of savages. I should write a... HEY, no pinching, I'm coming, OUCH, I'm coming. OUCH. OUCH...OUCH....

END Of Part 1

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