Camp Spanko Adventures / Jishnu and Jeff Go to Camp Spanko (1/2)
The following story is fiction about teens spankophiles. The story contains scenes of spanking, nudity and sex in a coed environment. If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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As this is fiction, we have ignored the Amtrak® rules for unaccompanied minors and assumed that they can travel alone when only twelve-years-old and even in the dark.
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Because Jishnu is proud of his heritage, he uses Apache words and has even taught some to Jeff so here is the small list. Hovering with your mouse pointer over the words in the text will show you the translation as a tip pointer.
Jishnu
victorious
magaanii
white people/race
shiichoo
grandmother
shiitsooyee
grandfather
naiiee
coming of age
ohitika
be brave/courageous
shiaash
my friend
shikizzen
my brother
dikisn
blood brother
shidikisn
my blood brother
shijadii
erection
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Camp Spanko Adventures of Jeff, Jishnu, Shad and Spence
Jishnu and Jeff Go to Camp Spanko (1/2)
By
YLeeCoyote@juno.com & Zyngaru@ml1.net
I am more than excited. I am scared. I am elated. I am confused. My parents and my kid brother, Shad, are here with me at the Albuquerque Amtrk® station waiting for the Southwest Chief® to take me west to California where Camp Spanko is located. The train is an hour late which means that it will leave as soon as everybody boards.
For a change Shad is not laughing at me for being a wimp. Just a couple of weeks ago, he woke me up with a birthday spanking. He just jumped on my bed, flipped the covers aside and sat on my back and pretended my butt was a pair of tom-toms. Every hard two-handed spank he gave me was accompanied by "You're twelve years old. Stop being a WIMP!"
As the train pulls in Dad gives me a goodbye hug and to my surprise Shad does too. I find out why when he whispers in my ear: "Don't come back if you're still a wimp." and slaps my butt – hard. Yes, he can hit hard as he is almost eleven-year-old.
I wave at them as the train pulls out and racing to beat the sun to the western horizon. I am proud to be traveling alone carrying a single ticket with just my name on it. My brother's words kept messing with my head. Is he glad to see me go and not return? That is a very depressing thought. I wouldn't see the other meaning until hours later when I meet my fellow camper when he boards in Winslow, Arizona four hours away.
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This was a big day for me. It would have many firsts and many new adventures. Some that I had no idea that could be. Already there were several. I'm more than 125 miles (200 km) from my home on the White Mountain Reservation waiting in Winslow for the great train to take me to the far away land of California where Camp Spanko is located.
I wanted to get down on the ground and put my ear to the bright iron tracks so I could hear the pounding hooves of the iron horse. My cousin Itza-chu who took me to the station said that it was not permitted and that I must behave like an adult so as not to shame my tribe. It was just on the last winter solstice that I passed all my manhood tests and became a man according to the customs of the Apache in my thirteenth year. He is wise so I listen to him. Shiichoo says that one day he will become an elder and be greatly respected by the whole tribe.
My new, previously owned, phone beeps and it is a text message from Jeff – that's Jefferson Peter Oldenburg who is also going to the Camp. He got a cell connection in Gallup and is telling me his car and seat location so I can find him as easily as the full moon in the sky. «Will he be the first one to spank me? Will I be the first one to spank him?» I wonder for I have been told that we will be cabin mates.
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Right after the announcement that Winslow is three minutes away, my phone picks up the response from Jishnu Greyeagle who is also going to Camp Spanko. I have silly thoughts that my cabin mate will be dressed in a leather loin cloth and face paint with a big headdress with many eagle feathers and be carrying a bow and arrows and a tomahawk like in the old movies. The image is fun but he'll probably be just in jeans like every other kid.
The train was in the station only two minutes before he came into the car. No paint, loin cloth or eagle feathers but the blackest, straightest hair I ever saw. The sun had beaten the train for it had set which meant we would get to know each other without any scenery to distract us. Jishnu told me about this being his special na'ii'ee' year when he became a man after he proved himself to be brave and worthy. This is the first time for being away from family for both of us.
I bored him telling about what a wimp I was about spanking and how my kid brother laughs at me. I didn't mean to say it but I even said Shad did not want me to return home. Strangely, Jishnu wanted to hear the entire story and so I told him.
"So he hugged you?" he asked. I nodded. "Then he MUST love you! He was telling you to change. He wants to respect and look up to his big brother. He wants to tell his friends how brave you are. How you would fight even with a cougar to save him."
I was silent for a while. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. Every kid wants a big brother that he can look up to. Isn't that why you're going to Camp Spanko?"
Of course, that was why I was going – to stop being a wimp.
We talked for hours telling each other our life stories which were totally different. He taught me a few words of Apache. Eventually, we fell asleep in our seats. The conductor woke us up a few minutes before we arrived in Los Angeles with the sun already for another race.
* * * * * * * * * *
We were met at the train station by Mr. Winks who was a counselor at Camp Spanko. There were several others in the van whose flights had arrived late the day before. Mr. Winks yelled at a couple of the guys for being too rambunctious and got a smart aleck answer from Kyler: "What you going to do if I don't, Mr. Winks? SPANK ME?"
"Certainly not! You would love that, Kyler. If you don't behave then you won't get spanked for two days at Camp. Just you be a good boy and I'll spank you before dinner."
It was very different for Jay. He kept being a pest and when we came to a rest area, Mr. Winks pulled into it. We all ran about a bit and peed. I was expecting to get back into the van when Mr. Winks grabbed Jay. "You've been asking for this for more than an hour, boy."
"NO, NO! Don't spank me." Jay cried. "I'm a top." Apparently Mr. Winks did not think so for he sat down on a bench and then yanked Jay's pants down. His boxers followed and as he was turned over Mr. Winks's lap he gained a much larger audience. Besides the five of us going to Camp, there were several other kids in the rest area. Everyone enjoyed the spanking except Jay who behaved properly afterwards. Kyler was noticeably jealous because he itched to be spanked.
I noticed how carefully Jishnu watched also the entire procedure. As we resumed the drive, he pulled out a little notebook and wrote some stuff. I peeked but couldn't read it since it wasn't in English. Of course, this was the first spanking I had seen except for those of my kid brother by our dad. It was a lot harder and I could see how the little leather paddle Mr. Winks used quickly turned Jay's butt bright red and made him yell. I almost cried because I'm such a wimp even though I wasn't the spankee.
When we got to Camp Spanko, we were deposited at the mess hall. There we got our cabin assignments, the introductory talk, activities list, met other campers and counselors and got food from a buffet. I saw that many were greeting old friends and there was a lot of butt slapping. There were also girls. NOBODY TOLD ME THAT THERE WOULD BE GIRLS HERE! They said no bathing suits so the girls must swim at different times then us guys.
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As we wait for our turns to be checked in, we eat and watch the others. Jeff is surprised that there are girls. Actually, they are a nice looking gaggle and I wonder if they are here to be spanked or to spank? And boys or other girls? Perhaps they want to pretend that they are spanking their pests of brothers? I'm used to being naked from the school on the rez where punishment was to be naked in the coed classes so I don't care but Jeff is concerned. I wonder if the magaanii girls have different customs than the magaanii boys about spanking.
Mr. Winks has gotten Kyler by the arm and is dragging him over to a platform on the side. "You been asking for a spanking all day and now you are going to get it, boy." Kyler can not help but to smile and they get on to the platform. "Hands on your head." snaps Mr. Winks as he opens Kyler's pants and makes him step out of them. He then lowers his boxers and also removes them. Kyler is then required to bend over the chair with his butt facing out. Jeff nudges me to look and says "Kyler's balls are showing and the girls can see them."
"It's part of his punishment." I am watching what Mr. Winks is doing. He has a leather strap with a split end in his hand, which I learn later is a tawse designed especially for spanking. Kyler is holding perfectly still and then Mr. Winks starts to strap him. The only thing that moved is the strap as it turned Kyler's butt bright red. Jeff is scared but sees that Kyler does not have any problem getting strapped even with the girls about. He remains on display for a couple of minutes and then he is called to be checked in. He does not bother to get dressed and one of the girls whistles at him. Jeff is confused.
I get called to be processed by one of the camp leaders, Mr. Sego. The usual sort of checking to make sure everyone understands what's going to happen in the general sense. Mr. Sego is pleased that Jeff and I are becoming friends. "We need you to help him achieve his true goals and that will help you to achieve yours. You are to stick together and you are to get him along with yourself into trouble breaking the rules as required. You are not to tell him about this at all." I was puzzled. He continued. "You need to feel guilty about getting Jeff spanked so that you can understand us as you wished to. You have to feel EMOTION not just know it is there."
He was right – I did not feel any emotion. I could sense people and animal emotions but the former are very complex and I don't understand them like the simple animal ones.
He continued: "The reason you didn't feel emotion when you were spanked in your spanking club on the rez, was because there wasn't any guilt involved. How did you put it? 'Magaanii boys feel guilty for their wrong doing, well before they get spanked. They know they did wrong and deserve the spanking as punishment for their wrong doing and a way to cleanse their guilt.' You never felt guilty, because you always did the right thing. Even if you messed up, you tried to do the right thing, so you still didn't feel any guilt. What you are going to do here at Camp, is intentionally break rules. You are going to go out of your way to do bad things. Can you understand why this is necessary?"
"I think so. You want me to break rules so I will feel guilty about doing it and then when you spank me, I will feel what magaanii boys feel when being spanked. But, I will know I am only breaking the rules because you tell me to, so really I won't be breaking rules, so I'm not sure I will feel guilty."
"That is why you can't tell Jeff about any of this. He is going to be the one to make you feel guilty. Every bad thing you do, every rule you break, Jeff has to do it with you. You are the one who is going to get Jeff in lots of trouble, so he is going to get lots of spankings. You are going to be right there to witness every painful spank that YOU cause him to get. When you watch him being spanked for what you did, we all here at Camp Spanko believe, will cause you to feel the guilt needed to make you understand what a real spanking is all about."
"Oh. I didn't expect that. I'm not sure I can do it. I mean I like Jeff. I like Jeff a lot. I don't want him to get in trouble because I came here for a lesson in spanking. He's going to hate me."
"Only for a few days and then he will more than forgive you."
He told me to wait for Jeff to finish his processing and then go off to our cabin.
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I'm totally confused by everything. I never expected girls and they even watched Kyler get that strapping. He did not give even a hint that he cared that they watched and even saw his junk. He just wanted to be spanked hard. He did not cry; did not even sob from that hard strapping. I'm scared but I must admire him for taking that spanking so well. Shad would not laugh at him. If he had gotten a birthday spanking like I did from Shad he would have been laughing the whole time. Shad would be proud to have him for a big brother.
Why am I such a big WIMP? I wish I was more like Kyler.
I'm called and see that Jishnu has finished. My interviewer is the same Mr. Sego who Jishnu spoke with. He talks to me about my application and why I am here. He is happy that I'm becoming friends with Jishnu and he wants me to help him achieve his goals as I work to achieve mine. "You should stick with him." he tells me.
I agree and then ask him about the girls.
"The girls? Some are spankos just like most of the boys. Some wish they could spank their brothers or other boys and we make it possible for we have boys who want to be spanked by girls – sisters, cousins, girl friends or girlfriends. The pairing makes everyone happy."
I looked over the activity sheet and noticed that the swim periods were for everyone so they were with the girls so I asked about that. "The Camp is clothing optional for all campers except that the boys must skinny dip and there isn't any hiding of spanked bottoms. You get spanked and you lose your briefs … or panties."
I found Jishnu and we went to find our cabin and pick our bunks. We were free then to explore the grounds until the dinner bell rang.
* * * * * * * * * *
This was such a different place than any of the other magaanii places I had ever seen. Even if I don't achieve my goals it should be fun. There were playing fields as one would expect in a camp but the first place of interest was special: The Spanking Pit.
There was a stage like area and viewing stands around it. The sign explained that it was for camper/camper spankings by agreement. There was a chest with an assortment of spanking implements for immediate access. We saw a couple of pairs of boys spanking each other and a few other observers. Jeff was quite surprised and I offered to spank him but he was not ready yet.
Then we got a real show. A girl about Jeff's age was pulling a bigger sixteen-year-old boy by the ear and berating him for being naughty and spying on her. "If you don't let me spank you, big brother, I'll tell Dad and he'll take you and his RAZOR STROP out to the woodshed."
"That's the sort of thing the interviewer said happens." Jeff interjected as we watched her yank his belt out of his jeans. She then opened them and yanked them down.
"Please not my briefs, Sis." he whined. She laughed as she pulled them to the ground. "Afraid I'll see your little pee-pee, bro? I see it every time Dad whips your naughty butt. Better you worry about your bottom." She pulled him over her lap and began to spank him with her hand. That was not very effective. Even Jeff agreed about that. Then she folded his belt and wrapped the ends about her hand. Once she started using that there was a big difference. We could see the red stripes forming on his butt and the boy was yelling that he had learnt his lesson and that he'll never spy again. She really went at his ass and he broke down into tears. A few minutes later they were finished. He removed his pants completely and she took them. Jeff explained no pants after a spanking. They thanked each other for apparently they had complementary fantasies.
Jeff and I continued to explore. We soon got down to the pond. The water was beautiful. I really wanted to get wet for I love swimming. Jeff resisted until I threatened to throw him in clothes and all. We stripped down and ran into the water. It was wonderful. We raced and dove in and enjoyed the fantastic water.
Until.
Until that loud whistle blast. It was a counselor. "Out of the water NOW." he was shouting. We dragged ourselves out and he pointed to the sign: "NO SWIMMING without a LIFEGUARD." Jeff was terribly nervous as the counselor lectured us about our crime and the punishment that was imminent.
"Please, Sir," I said, "this is my fault. Don't spank Jeff."
"You were both swimming. You both get spanked. It's a very serious offense."
"Be brave, Jeff, be brave." I whispered. I was conflicted. I knew I was supposed to get us into trouble but this was still just the first day. I wasn't ready for this. Jeff was practically shaking when he was pulled overlap. I held his hands so he would stay in place for he was kicking a lot. Then the spanking began. The man used just his hand but that really hurt Jeff. I would have laughed at it but Jeff was soon crying. The spanking stopped. Now it was my turn.
I replaced Jeff over the counselor's lap. I expected the same thing but I was surprised. After a couple of hand spanks he switched to the flip-flop that he was wearing. That was a spank of a different color. I felt that but it was not any worse than my friends in the spanking club had given me. I remained quiet. The spanking went on for sometime. Then it stopped and I got up.
The guy told us to put on sunscreen pointing to the dispenser and took our clothes. As soon as he left, I hugged Jeff and told him I was sorry. He sobbed for a while. He was worried that everyone would see his dick and red butt and that he had been crying. I tried to understand what he was feeling.
I hoped Jeff would be ok for supper. We went back to our cabin to rest. It was there that he asked why I didn't have pubes like the older guys he saw in the locker room since I had a big cock. "Pure blooded Apaches don't have any body hair – not even pubes nor pit hair. But we got this beautiful silky jet black straight head hair." I explained.
"Yes, it is beautiful." Jeff said reaching out to feel it.
"And you are growing up – you're getting your pubes now." I told Jeff and that got him to smile again even though he was naked and red butted.
We met our cabin mates and then went for supper. We were congratulated on being spanked the first day. We did not have any girls in our cabin and Jeff was happy about that. The guys did not care about our dicks hanging out but liked our red butts.
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I managed to survive after my spanking and having to be naked to show off my red ass. I was glad that nobody was staring but this morning I put on shorts and a T-shirt for breakfast. There were several spanking activities to chose from before swimming qualifications would start. Just like Jishnu, I wanted to get back into the pond. Neither of us had any idea what the Medical Room was so we went there. It was a doctor's office which wasn't a total surprise in retrospect. They did pseudo exams and misbehaving patients got spanked by either the doctor or the nurse. They also did some messy stuff but we avoided that.
The first patient was the boy who's little sister had spanked him yesterday. He did not cooperate with the doctor and was told that if he didn't he would be spanked. Well, another great big surprise, he still did not cooperate and a nurse dragged him off. Another camper had the honors. She lectured him and took his pants down. Then he bent over an examination table and she used a ping-pong paddle on his butt turning it bright red. "Please no more. I'll do what the doctor wants." he yelled but she kept at it. He was soon reduced to tears and then he left without his pants but smiling.
When we turned back to the doctor he had a boy over his lap and was spanking away. His yells seemed very real. When the doctor stopped spanking he asked: "Ready to have your temperature taken."
He replied with a very weak "Yes, Doctor." and the doctor slid a thermometer into his butthole. I did not understand for that does not hurt like a spanking does. Jishnu was also confused but gradually we understood that we fear different things. He reminded me how well I managed being naked yesterday.
We got down to the pond early so we could have our swimming tests. I can swim well but Jishnu is just awesome for he swims like a porpoise. We both aced the tests and were even allowed to help out which meant we could stay in the water. I got to see my first naked girl. She was blushing – all four cheeks – since she had just been spanked. I liked Jishnu's body a lot more. I was amazed how comfortable everyone (especially me) was without clothes.
After lunch we took a hike. There were half dozen of us plus a counselor. It was a short hike to the top of the mountain with about a thousand feet vertical rise. It wasn't to be a hard climb and two of the guys were naked because they had been spanked that morning but that was OK even though a girl was with us. All was fine until we got to the top. Then Jishnu wanted to go further and dragged me along. We weren't gone five minutes when the group caught up with us. We were in trouble again.
I learnt a new skill – how to cut a switch. I would have been happier without the education. Once we had three switches each, we got switched. That's when my fear kicked in and I started begging. As you can imagine nobody would listen and in a few minutes I was being held down by a couple of the guys over a fallen tree. This was long after I lost my pants. The counselor got the first crack at me and delivered six cuts. I yelled for each one. Then it was Jishnu's turn. Just like at the pond he took it like a man without any resistance while I was crying. The switch used on me broke on the sixth cut.
But our switchings were not over. The other hikers each got to give us two cuts each as compensation for spoiling their hike with our misbehavior. I was held over the log again as they were delivered. One of them said this is fun although I disagreed. Jishnu again took his bravely. Now we had to return half naked to the camp. Fortunately the counselor brought sunscreen. One of our fellow hikers asked the girl to switch him when we got back and she happily agreed to so they headed off to The Spanking Pit.
It was worse being half naked than fully naked like the day before. I don't know why but it was. We went back to the cabin and showered before resting waiting for supper.
That made two spankings in just two days and I'm still a wimp. But I'm losing my tan line.
* * * * * * * * * *
This place is fantastic. All day long guys and even girls are being spanked and everyone can watch. Like on the rez it is acceptable to be naked. Actually, it's required that you exhibit your spanked butt.
Jeff and I went up the trail to see the wonders and earned a couple of red butts for being late back. We did get dinner but got spankings for dessert since they were closing up the kitchen.
I won't get into the details but I got into roughhousing in the pond with Jeff and two counselors blew their whistles and we both got it right there on the dock with the tawse. That damn thing hurts! Jeff cried and that made me feel bad. We were both unhappy about losing swimming time and Jeff even got mad at me. The rest of the day was uneventful. At dinner the guys rolled their eyes and said "Not again."
Continue with: Jishnu and Jeff Go to Camp Spanko (2/2)
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