Erica lived in the city and looked forward to her escape each year when she would spend her summer at camp. Her friends would tease her about going but she loved it. Instead of having to stay in the hot city, she could swim, hike, ride horseback, and enjoy herself in a country setting. This summer was no different. The week after school ended for the year, she had packed and left for camp. Even at 15, she had not outgrown it. Instead of being just a camper, though, she was now a councilor in training, which was fortunate. Her father had lost his job and it was questionable whether there would be money for Erica to go this year.

As a councilor in training, she was attending at no charge. She would live most of the time as a regular camper but part of her time at camp would be spent with one of the councilors learning the job. She was proud that her camp t-shirt said "Councilor in Training" and not just "Camper." The best part was that once her training was completed, she could come back next year as a councilor and get paid to go to camp. Her friends had laughed at this. Some of them already had what they called "real" jobs.

Erica didn't care what her friends thought. Although she liked them, she also thought they were on the immoral side. Most of them were now dating regularly and a few had actually had sex! They would brag about their exploits and adventures. They could engage in that kind of life if they wanted to but Erica would have no part in it. She was very conservative and thought that such things were terrible.

Erica's trainer was a councilor named Jim. He was 18 years old, three years older than she was. Erica was in awe when she first was introduced to him. She thought he was the most  handsome councilor in the camp. To her, he was a Greek god. Infatuation soon set in. Every time she saw him, she would almost swoon. She knew in her heart that a boy like him would never pay any attention to someone as young as she was but she would still daydream of him being Prince Charming and her being the proverbial maiden in distress.

Everything had been going smoothly in her councilor training year until that dreadful night. Some of the junior councilors were going swimming after "lights out" for the campers and Erica had been invited to go. It was the first time that she had been invited to join any other councilors. Unfortunately, she was living as a camper and was supposed to live by camper rules. After a little prodding by a few of the junior councilors, Erica decided to join them anyway. After all, campers were always sneaking around after lights out, mostly for immoral purposes, so it was no big deal. She would be doing nothing bad anyway and she would be with other councilors. They wouldn't say anything so who would know?

That night, she wore her bathing suit to bed under her nightgown. Her plan was to get up under the guise of having to go to the bathroom. She could stash her nightgown and join the others swimming. When she got back, all she had to do was remove her wet bathing suit, hand it up to dry, and walk back to her cabin in her nightgown. If anyone saw her, they wouldn't even suspect what she had done.

 Everything went as planned until Erica went to retrieve her nightgown after swimming. There he was. Jim was sitting under the tree where her nightgown was hanging. She had been caught!

"You're supposed to be in your cabin," Jim began. Erica stopped short. What could she say? There she was; her bathing suit still wet. "Get dressed and be at my cabin in 15 minutes," he commanded.

Erica, still frozen on the ground where she stood, watched Jim fade into the darkness. Once she recovered from her shock, she ran to her cabin, shucked her bathing suit, and dressed in her camp tee and a pair of shorts.

With only seconds left, she quietly knocked on Jim's door. "Come in," she heard from inside. She opened the door and meekly walked in. He was sitting behind his desk looking very ominous. Jim immediately went into a lecture about how important it was for trainees to follow camp rules and ended with, "I'm going to have to report this incident."

"No! Please don't report me!" Erica begged knowing that such a report might ruin her chances of ever becoming a councilor.

Jim explained that it was his duty to report such incidents. "Erica, this infraction of the rules must be punished," he said.

"I don't care what you do. Just, please, don't report me!" Erica pleaded.

Trying to take of an air of dignity beyond his years, Jim stated, "Perhaps we can do something else..."

"Anything!" interrupted Erica.

"I'll give you a choice. What you did was very childish. Therefore I will allow you to accept a childish punishment. You may accept a spanking instead of being reported," Jim offered.

Erica's jaw dropped. She hadn't been spanked in years. She was about to protest then hesitated. "If I get spanked, I won't get reported," she questioned.

"Correct," Jim affirmed.

Erica thought for a moment and then mumbled, "OK."

Jim walked over and sat on his bed. "Drop your pants," he commanded.

"What!" Erica exclaimed.

Again, with his dignified air, Jim explained, "Children are spanked on their bare bottoms so you will be spanked the same way."

"No!" Erica protested.

"If that's your choice..." Jim stated as he stood and started walking back to his desk. "I'll fill out the report for you to sign."

"Wait!" Erica shouted stopping Jim in his tracks. "I'll do it."

Jim walked back over to his bed and sat down. Erica walked over to him. She took a deep breath and hooking her thumbs into the elastic on her shorts, pushed them to her knees revealing her white cotton panties. She couldn't bring herself to take her panties down to. It was too embarrassing. "Maybe he'll leave them on," she thought to herself. Not even her father had seen her exposed since she was a baby. Blushing profusely, she bent over his lap.

"Your panties have to come down too," Jim reminded her.

"I know," Erica mumbled.

Jim moved his hand to the elastic waistband at her back and slowly pushed. Erica wanted to die. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt her panties drop to her knees. Never had she ever felt so humiliated. There she was, prostrated on a boy's lap with her pants at her knees allowing him a view of what no boy had ever seen. Jim's hand landed on Erica's ass with a loud "smack!"

"Ow!" she yelped.

As dignified as he could, Jim cautioned, "You mustn't cry out. You don't want anyone to come rushing in and see you like this, do you?"

Erica remained silent until the second blow. "Umf!" she murmured. After that, the strikes came in rapid succession. Smack! Smack! Smack! Erica's ass burned. Her legs were flailing but she somehow kept herself from vocalizing any protest. Worse than the intense smarting of her ass was the embarrassment of being spanked. Here she was, 15 years old, and being spanked like a little child by the boy she looked at as her Prince Charming! She could take no more. The stinging of her ass and the humiliation took their toll and she burst into tears.

Jim ended the spanking and started to lift the prone girl from her position. As he did, Erica twisted so she was sitting on his lap. She buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed. Jim wrapped his arms around her and tried to comfort her.

Eventually Erica composed herself. She stopped crying but remained with her face in Jim's comforting shoulder. She was surprised that the boy who had just brought her so much pain and humiliation made her feel so good as he held her. She nuzzled in as close to him as she could. She could hear the steady beating of his heart. She completely forgot about being spanked as she basked in this new found comfort. She wanted to stay like this forever.

Jim broke her spell. "You'd better get dressed and leave before something happens," he whispered.

As her dream world vaporized, Erica realized that she was sitting on a boy's lap naked from the waist down. Her thrashing had caused her shorts and panties to escape the confines of her legs. She sat up and looked down at herself. Wisps of hair were exposed between her legs and she could feel Jim's skin with her bare ass. She gasped as she felt the blood rushing to her face. Her panties were on the floor a few feet in front of her. She jumped up and being careful to face away from him, grabbed them. Her had already seen her ass. That was bad enough but she couldn't let him see her most private area. She quickly pulled on the panties as she looked around for her shorts. Spotting them, she finished dressing. She looked at Jim. "You won't say anything, will you?"

Jim smiled at the flushed girl. "There's nothing to say," he assured her.

Without another word, Erica ran out of Jim's cabin. She didn't stop running until she reached her bed. She winced as she sat on her bed, jumping up just as fast as she sat. She quickly put on her nightgown and this time laid on her stomach. Her ass was much too sore to lay on her back. She reached back and slipped her hand into the back of her panties feeling the heat being radiated. The stinging in her freshly spanked ass almost felt good to her. As she gently rubbed, she remembered Jim's touch. The feeling of his skin against her bare ass filled her mind. Her fingers ventured lower until she felt the moistness of her pussy. She inhaled sharply as her finger traced its way along her slippery slit.

Quickly she pulled her hand out of her panties and jammed it under her pillow. She was angry at herself for touching there. She knew she shouldn't do that. She forced the thoughts of the evening from her mind and settled down to go to sleep. As she drifted off, her mind wandered back to the evenings events. She fell asleep with her mind concentrating on her sitting bare assed on "Prince Charming's" lap.