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NAUGHTY ERICA - 8

Erica woke up in a foul mood. She didn't even want to see anyone let alone talk to them. As she had to share a cabin with others, she couldn't stop from seeing them but she didn't talk. The others left for breakfast but she opted to stay in the cabin alone telling them she didn't feel like eating.

About a half hour later, her counselor came back and told Erica that Jim wanted to see her right away at his cabin. Erica left but didn't want to see him either. She spent the next hour wandering the camp avoiding people. She finally realized she couldn't avoid Jim all day so she headed to his cabin to see what he wanted.

She stood outside his door for a few more minutes not really wanting to face him. If for no other reason than to get it over with, she knocked on his door and was told to come in.

"Where the hell have you been?" he angrily asked.

His anger did nothing to soothe her already bad mood. "I didn't feel like rushing!" she snapped.

With flames in his eyes, he leaped at her. Before she could avoid his lunge, he had her by the arm and was dragging her across the room. Her mood immediately changed from foul to fearful. "I'm sorry! Please..." she yelled.

Jim ignored her and sat on his bed pulling her prone on his lap. "Don't spank me!" Erica pleaded.

As she begged, her shorts and panties were being roughly pulled down, exposing her ass. With no delay, Jim started slapping his hand down on her tender ass cheeks. "No... Please... I'm sorry... Don't..." Erica continued to plead. Jim acted as though she said nothing. Her ass was stinging from his hard blows and she started to cry. Instead of stopping as he had in the past, Jim continued on the girl's now red ass.

Her feet were kicking as she cried. He had never spanked her this hard. Every slap was like a thousand bees stinging her. Not able to take any more, her cries went to sobs and her flailing stopped. Her body almost went numb except for her burning ass, which she could do nothing to stop from hurting.

Through her sobs, she finally realized that he had stopped spanking her and was now just rubbing her ass. She couldn't believe how much her ass stung but his rubbing felt good. Unconsciously her legs parted, the binding of her panties and shorts long since fallen to the floor. Jim's rubbing started to extend down to include her pussy. She hated herself for it but her body started to respond. She knew he shouldn't be touching her "there" but it felt so good. Suddenly he stopped rubbing.

"Don't stop," she softly requested.

"We've got a lot to do today. We've gotta get going. If you behave yourself, maybe I'll rub you more tonight." he answered as he gently stood her up. "Let's go!"

She looked around and gathered her discarded clothes. As she went to put her panties on, Jim spoke again. "Not those. I want you to remember what just happened and why. Just your shorts." Erica reluctantly put the panties down and put her shorts on. She didn't want to walk around all day in front of everyone not wearing any panties but knew better than to argue, especially since her ass was still burning from her recent spanking.

Jim took her hand and led her out to do the day's work. At first, she was very self conscious and would blush every time someone looked at her. Eventually she became accustomed enough with the feeling of not wearing anything under her shorts so she wasn't blushing. Jim was right about one thing. Not wearing panties was a constant reminder of what had happened that morning but it wasn't the spanking she was remembering. Her mind kept returning to him rubbing her ass and pussy. As hard as she tried, she couldn't push the thoughts from her mind.

By the end of the day, she was even poking a finger in the leg hole of her shorts when she knew no one would see her just to feel her nudity under the brief garment. After supper, the counselors all grouped together to talk about the day. Erica sat on the ground half joining the conversation but couldn't concentrate on the discussion. Although the feeling horrified her, she almost wanted to stand and push her shorts down and show all she wasn't wearing panties. As dark approached, the group broke up and Jim and Erica walked back to his cabin.

They walked in and Jim went to his desk to do something. Erica stood in front of the desk waiting to see what he was going to do. He just ignored her and continued to work. "Would you rub me?" Erica asked softly not believing the words coming out of her mouth. To her, girls weren't supposed to ask such things but after the assault he made on her ass that morning, the least he could do was to rub it. She deserved that much. He owed her!

"Sure. Take off your clothes and lay on my bed," he answered as he looked up from his work.

Erica didn't want to strip for him. She could not understand why she had to take off her top if he was only going to rub her butt. Rather than argue the point, she decided to do what he asked. After all, if she faced away from him when she took her bra and jersey off, he couldn't see anything and she'd be lying on her stomach on the bed so she'd still be covered.

She walked to the bed and picked up the previously discarded panties dropping them to the floor. With her back to Jim, Erica pulled off her jersey and bra dropping them on top of the panties. She pushed the shorts down kicking them off and on the pile. Trying to keep her back to Jim, she lay nude on his bed. As she did, Jim walked over and sat down next to her. He placed his hand on her bare ass and gently started to rub.

Erica had every intention of keeping her legs discretely closed but after a few minutes od rubbing, they drifted apart. Jim's fingers slid down into the opening as he grazed her pussy. Erica sucked in her breath as the finger slid along her slit. She knew she was supposed to keep her legs closed but they wouldn't move. Her face was buried in the pillow as she tried to hide.

"Roll over," Jim said softly. Erica wanted to say no but her body rolled anyway. A blush came over her face as he looked at her nude body. "Wait here," he said as he stood. She wanted to run but her body wouldn't listen. She watched as he went to his closet and took out a rope. He took a knife and cut off four lengths and walked back to her.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly. Jim didn't answer. He took one of the ropes and tied it around her wrist. She didn't like what was happening but did nothing to stop him. He pulled her roped wrist to the top of the bed and tied it securely to the corner.

"Give me your other hand," he softly commanded. She wanted to fight him but her hand seemed to take on a persona of its own and went to him. He carefully tied it to the other corner. Erica's breathing was getting deeper as he went to the end of the bed. She watched as he picked up her foot and tied it to the lower corner of the bed. Her eyes widened as he reached for her other foot. Why was she letting him do this? Why wasn't she fighting him? Why was it exciting her? As she thought, her other foot was tied, spreading her legs. She was now securely tied spread eagle on the bed. Her chest was heaving.

She wanted to scream out for help but couldn't. She was frightened, not of him but of herself! She watched as he went to his drawer. He took out a handkerchief and rolled it as he walked back to her. "What are you going to do?" she gasped more from excitement than fear.

"I'm going to blindfold you. Lift your head," he quietly instructed.

"No," she mumbled as her head left the pillow. He tied the cloth around her head effectively closing out the outside world. Erica's head was pounding. Her hands wrapped around the ropes which tied her wrists. She felt him sit on the bed and then felt his lips on her neck. His kiss made her shudder. He continued to kiss her but each kiss was lower than the last. Her body started to squirm, not trying to escape but she had to move. She couldn't stay still and longer. She tried to fight off her feelings but as he kissed her breast, a moan escaped her lips.

She wasn't supposed to do this! Everything was wrong! Her body was betraying her. She had to get under control. She pulled hard against the ropes. Jim's kisses continued to go lower. Her lungs pulled in all the air they could but she couldn't seem to catch her breath. His tongue danced in her belly button making her stomach muscles flex. She wanted him to stop but hoped he wouldn't. His lips tickled her pussy hair. "Nooo," she groaned. She was in agony. The ropes burned into her wrists as her body flamed.

Erica gasped as Jim's tongue ran the length of her slit. "No... Don't... Please..." she begged as her knees bent and her legs spread further apart. He wasn't supposed to be doing this! She wasn't supposed to like it! Her hips jutted up as his tongue snaked into her tunnel. "Nooo," she moaned. Her legs were pulling so hard against the ropes they were starting to cramp. "Stooop," she pleaded.

Her explosion went off. Her head was spinning. Her ass was bouncing off the mattress. "Ahhhh!" she screamed. Her hips pushed against his mouth. She felt dirty but she needed more.

Suddenly he wasn't there. She couldn't feel Jim. "What are you doing!" she blurted. There was no answer but she felt the bed give. He lay down next to her but something was wrong. She could feel him but couldn't feel any clothes. He was nude! She felt his hard cock brushing against her leg. "Oh... no..." she gasped as he rolled over her and positioned himself between her legs.

Fear struck her. Only married people were supposed to do this! She was too young! Good girls don't fuck! His cock slid into the entrance of her hole. "Don't hurt me," she muttered. That wasn't what she wanted to say! Why did she say that? She wanted to scream... fight... anything!

"I have to. It will only hurt for a minute," he calmly and softly told her as he pushed.

She felt a stabbing pain as her virginity disappeared. "Nooo," she groaned as he crashed into her tight pussy. He remained motionless. She had expected the hurt to be more intense. Her chest heaved as he started moving again. The feeling was incredible but she hated it. What she was doing was wrong! Why did it have to feel so good? Her hips started moving with his. Her hands pulled on the ropes. She wanted to hold him but the binds held her. Another climax was coming. "Stop... Please... Ahhhh," she yelled as a second orgasm washed over her.

The sweat was dripping off her face. The pounding of her heart in her ears was deafening. Her breath hissed through her teeth. Her hips were slamming against his as his cock rammed deep into her belly. Above her Jim pushed down hard as he held his breath. She could feel his cock expanding and contracting in her pussy. "No more!" she begged as she fucked as hard as she could.

Like dead weight, he collapsed on her, his rod still impaling her. It was finally over. As her mind settled, she realized she was no longer a girl, she was now a woman. Would people notice? She was still the same but everything was different. She could hear Jim's even breathing next to her ear. Would he do it to her again? Although she had spent fifteen years running away from this, she loved doing it. He'd better do it again.

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