Erica awoke the next morning and tried to go about her usual schedule. Today, though, she couldn't concentrate on what was happening. Her mind kept going back to her experiences with Jim. She tried to put everything into perspective but nothing seemed to fit. Erica knew that what she was doing was wrong by everything she had ever been taught but she wanted it anyway. Having Jim touch her was exciting. Getting spanked was supposed to be punishment. Why then did she look forward to it? People avoided things that hurt but Erica wanted Jim to spank her and she knew it would hurt. The confusion in her mind was completely taking over her. "What's wrong with me?" she questioned.

Lunch time arrived but Erica could not join in the table's conversation. She sat in silence as her mind continued to spin it's confusion. She hadn't even noticed that Jim had sat down next to her until he spoke. "We have a special assignment tonight."

Erica jumped as he spoke. Somehow his voice had gotten through the muddle in her brain. "What?" she responded.

"We have to run tonight's movie. I've already spoke to your councilor so she knows you'll be out after lights out. Meet me at my cabin at 6:30 and bring a blanket." he explained.

"Ah... OK," Erica stammered. Somehow the job assignment from Jim had cleared her mind. It was if the fog had lifted. Erica was, as normal, concentrating on camp life. Perhaps it was the fact Jim was thinking about camp life?

The afternoon went quickly as Erica scurried around doing her usual activities. The weather turned a little cool so Erica returned to her cabin to trade her normal shorts in for a pair of jeans. Promptly at 6:30, she was at Jim's door with blanket in hand to fulfill her night's assignment. She knocked and entered after hearing Jim's voice.

Jim was sitting at his desk doing some paperwork. "Put your blanket on the chair over there," Jim instructed pointing to a chair in the corner. "I'll be finished in a minute." Erica did as Jim asked and returned to the desk as Jim finished. He stood and walked around the desk and stood in front of Erica. He reached out to her jeans.

Erica had forgotten about the impending spanking. Instinctively she grabbed his hand and clutched her jeans. Her eyes widened as she looked into his face. The memory of the previous night rushed back into her mind as a look of terror crept across her face. Jim hesitated. In a calm voice, he addressed the shocked girl. "It will make you feel better. Its what you want, isn't it?"

Erica's hands slowly released their death grip and moved to her sides. She could feel her heart start to race. Jim, with slow and deliberate movements, unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper. He gently pushed and the jeans fell to the floor. "Step out of them," he whispered. Erica, almost in a trance like state, lifted her feet freeing her from the jean's confinement. She looked into Jim's eyes knowing what was to happen next.

Jim, very slowly, reached up and placed his hands on Erica's sides. He could feel her trembling. His hands slid down, slipping into her panties. He continued to push hooking his thumbs into the waistband pulling the panties down. Erica could feel the cloth slipping down her ass cheeks. She wanted to move but she was frozen in place. Their eyes never lost contact as Jim squatted pulling the timid girl's panties to her ankles. With no instruction, Erica lifted her feet allowing Jim to completely remove the garment.

Once he had Erica nude from the waist down, Jim turned and walked to his dresser and opened a drawer. Erica watched in silence as he walked away from her. She saw him pull something out and slowly turn back to her. There was something in his hands but she didn't notice what it was. Her eyes were glued to his as he looked deeply into her wide open eyes. He held a clean sock up to her face. "Put this in your mouth. It will hurt and I don't want you screaming out." Erica took the sock and stuffed it into her mouth as Jim mover around behind her. Erica felt a gentle nudge on her back. "Bend down and grab the edge of my desk," Jim instructed.

Erica reached over and wrapped her hands around the far edge of the desk. Jim came into view as he walked around the desk and opened one of the drawers. Her eyes widened as she watched him take a ping pong paddle out. Her head shook furiously as he showed it to her. "I have to. You know that. It will be over quickly," he said as he walked back behind the prostrated girl. Erica shut her eyes tightly in anticipation. From behind her, she heard, "Don't let go until its over no matter how much it hurts." Her knuckles turned white as she waited for the first blow.

SMACK!

A muffled cry escaped as Erica jumped from the first swat. Her hands retained their grip stopping her from standing up straight. A sharp sting radiated out from her ass. It took a moment but Erica composed herself and bent down once again. The second blow landed quickly followed by a third; forth; fifth... The fire on her ass burned more intensely with every swat. Tears were flowing down her cheeks and dripping on the desk. She thought she was going to pass out from the pain when Jim said, "That's all." She heard the paddle drop to the desk. Jim's hand gripped her wrist and as he gently tugged, Erica released her grip. He turned her around and she threw her arms around his neck.

For the next few minutes, the couple held each other tightly. Erica continued to sob into his shoulder. Jim reached down and gently placed his hands on her ass. He could feel the heat radiating from it.

Erica winced as Jim touched the tender skin of her ass. It was burning like a forest fire. Even though the sting was pulsating throughout her body, his touch felt good. Her crying subsided. Once Erica was calmed, Jim reached up and gently pulled the sock from her mouth. "Put your pants on. We have to get going," he instructed. Reluctantly Erica released her grip from Jim and reached for her panties. "Not those. Just your jeans," Jim commanded.

Erica had never gone without her panties. "I can't!" she blurted.

"Yes you can," Jim answered.

Erica hesitated for a moment, her eyes glued to Jim's. Her hand released her panties and she saw Jim smile. She picked up the jeans and slipped them on. As she pulled the zipper up, she still felt nude even though she was covered. It was a strange, new sensation.

Jim picked up a blanket from his bed. "Come on. We're running late." Erica retrieved her blanket from the chair and the two left for the camp movie.