Friday, January 31, 2014

Backpacker's Campsite

© Guyspencer 2014
Backpacker’s Campsite

It was to be the ultimate orgy of conjugal togetherness for the fit young couple, a full week alone in the wilderness at a remote campsite.  Their new high-tech tent and air mattress were a delight, but they had caused a big problem.


Jane and Evan had been married nearly two years.  Their first year had been tough, especially financially tough, but now their marriage was finally on an even keel.  Both finally were established in stable jobs.  They were jobs that they were good at, and jobs that would likely lead to careers.  Evan was a firefighter/EMT for a large city.  At first he had just received recruit pay, but now he was finally certified and had been promoted to full status.  Jane had a sales job.  It had taken time to build a good client base, but now she was finally making fairly good money.

In their first year of marriage, both Jane and Evan had lots of growing up and growing together to do.  At first, Evan had tended to disappear with his friends, but he quickly learned that a married man is expected to stick with his wife.  Jane had trouble handling money.  It had taken her a bit longer to break her free-spending habits.

Like most couples they had their little problems, but the survival of their marriage was never in doubt.  From the beginning, Evan and Jane were very much in love.  Unsurprisingly, the physical side of their relationship included frequent, varied and vigorous bedroom activity. 

One method that they used to vary their lovemaking was through role play.  Although they knew little of the “spanking scene”, they learned that any scenario that included stripping Jane and then spanking her delicious bare bottom to a tingly pink hue was a sure turn-on for both of them.

Totally separate from their spanking play was their punishment spanking agreement, which was their way of settling issues between them.  Although their agreement was technically bilateral, so far only Jane had been spanked.

Those spankings had only happened three times, but it was always for the same thing; impulse purchases.  The couple had a rule that they must agree on any major purchase, and on any use of their credit card.  So three times over the last two years, Jane had placed her bare bottom over Evan’s lap to pay for violating that rule.       

The couple had agreed that their punishment spankings would be rare, somber, borderline severe, and (so they liked to pretend) nonsexual.  Each time, Jane would tearfully apologize to Evan.  Then, with a blush, she would doff her pants and panties and voluntarily lay her slender body across Evan’s lap, automatically offering her right hand to be restrained in the small of her back.  Before it would be over, Jane would be a mess.  She would be bawling, red-bottomed, and (in spite of herself) struggling   Evan used only his hand, but he spanked hard enough so that Jane felt it for days after.  She only blamed herself for these spankings, and each spanking was always followed by instant mutual forgiveness.  That way, the couple never had to deal with festering issues!

Evan knew that he wasn’t perfect, and that eventually his turn would come across Jane’s lap.  When that day came he planned to insist he be given no quarter, and he resolved to “take his punishment like a man”.


Early on, Jane and Evan discovered that they had a mutual interest in the outdoors.  They started camping together even before their marriage.  They had some of their first sex inside zipped-together sleeping bags.  In the earlier money-starved months of their marriage, camping and hiking provided them with cheap recreation and wonderful togetherness.  Most of their camping gear was old “hand-me-downs” from their parents.  Their shelter was an ancient but rugged old “pup” tent that was probably military surplus.  When no campfire was available, they learned to cook their meals on a timeless old  Primus No. 1 stove.  They only splurged on good shoes and back packs for hiking.    

As luck would have it, they lived within a two-hour drive of a huge, but mostly undeveloped state park.  They had hiked and camped there several times before learning that the park had several remote “backpacker’s” campsites deep in the undeveloped areas of the park.  Among backpackers these sites were popular.  In fact, they were so popular that they had to be reserved an entire year in advance.  The sites were widely scattered, and to give the vegetation time to recover, each was only used one week out of three.  Because of the remoteness of the sites and their wide spacing, it was likely that one could camp for a whole week without sighting any other humans!

To qualify to use a “backpacker’s” campsite, they attended a seminar at the Park office to learn the rules and to receive tips.  They also had to be experienced campers and hikers.  Since they used that park often, that second requirement wasn’t a problem for them.  There was a considerable rental fee for the sites, and a security deposit that was only returned after the site had been inspected and found clean.

Long story short, Evan and Jane were ecstatic when they succeeded in landing a reservation for a site.  The date was for a prime spring week, a full year hence.  At least they had plenty of time to plan and to arrange vacation time from their jobs!

Over the coming months they visited their REI sporting goods store often.  They drooled over all the fancy equipment, but were able do little more than gradually purchase the foil packets of freeze dried food they would need.  They would carry everything in on their backs.  Hunting wasn’t allowed, so fresh food wouldn’t be available and canned goods were too heavy.  Fortunately, all campsites were near a clean meandering brook, so water would be plentiful.      


That aforementioned fancy new tent and air mattress unfortunately represented yet another unauthorized impulse credit card purchase.  Both were sale merchandise, so their sale was final.  There was a heartfelt abject apology given, but the couple’s spanking agreement allowed no exceptions.  Unfortunately this happened the day before they were due to leave for their camping vacation.  No spanking could be given that evening because their apartment had thin walls and their neighbors were home all evening.  The spanking would have to happen alfresco, out in the woods!  Naturally this threw a bit of a pall over what should have been an idyllic time, but the couple was determined to cope.


They showed up bright and early on the appointed Saturday morning to claim their campsite.  Unloading their car was simple because everything they needed fit into two backpacks.  Being an athletic young lady, and once on her college volleyball team, Jane was no weakling.  She had insisted that the packs be of equal weight, so each carried about 40 pounds.  Nothing could be left at the campsite, so they would later carry nearly the same weight out.  Fortunately they wouldn’t have to hike the entire ten miles with those heavy packs.  Motor vehicles weren’t allowed in the park, but the park kept a horse and buggy.  A volunteer worker would drive them via a fire road into the primitive area of the park.  They would only need to carry their packs the final two or three miles.

Their driver was a friendly fellow with an outfit and a beard that went well with the horse and buggy.  They rode over the bumpy fire road for over an hour before he finally stopped.  He shook their hands, gave them final instructions, and promised to pick them up next Saturday.  There was no path to the campsite, they were to head east through the woods until they found the stream, and then turn left.  They would eventually see a numbered sign along the stream pointing to their assigned site.  After patting the patient horse, the couple hefted their packs and eagerly disappeared into the woods.

It took them a bit over an hour to find the site.  The old man’s instructions had been perfect.

The camp site was very simple.  Its only facilities were a fire pit in the middle of a clearing, a rude bench near the fire, and a minimalist toilet located a discreet distance off in the woods.  Soon they had their tent pitched within 20 feet of the babbling brook.  Regardless of their other feelings, both admitted that their new tent was a wonder.  It had far more space than their old tent, but weighed less and was simpler to set up.  Evan inflated the air mattress, a camping luxury they had never before had the opportunity to enjoy.  

They had hiked into camp wearing fairly heavy clothing, but couldn’t carry a full week’s worth of such clothing.  So their plan was simple, they would wear the minimum, rinse it out daily, and allow it to dry overnight.  Evan would wear only a brief pair of polyester shorts without underpants.  Jane would wear the same, plus a light halter.  In the evenings, they would simply go naked.  Should the evenings be too cool, they would wear blankets Indian-style.  They also brought light windbreakers for cool or inclement weather.             

With their tent and mattress set up, they decided to don their shorts.  Although they didn’t expect anyone to be within a mile of them, there was always the theoretical possibility that day hikers might blunder along.  So park rules required them to be “decently covered” during daylight hours.  Jane and Evan simply popped into their new tent to change.  Since this loving young couple rarely missed an opportunity to enjoy sensual pleasures together, they undressed each other.  Caresses followed.  One thing led to another.  The new mattress got a workout!

As it happened, Jane and Evan had “gone natural” in more ways than one.  Two months earlier, after a long conversation with Evan, Jane had gone off the pill.  Until today, they had resorted to condoms to allow the artificial hormones to work their way out of Jane’s body.  This morning they had purposely left their package of condoms at home.  Inside that tent, for the first time ever, the couple had sex without birth control!  They had decided that it was time to start a family, and loved the idea that their first child might be conceived here in this natural place.  By coincidence, Jane’s monthly cycle was correct to make that a reasonable possibility.

Thinking of the enormity of what they had just done, and of their love for each other, the two clung together for a long time before finally emerging from the tent and blinking in the midday light.  

They spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking, arranging their gear, and exploring the general area.  That evening they cooked their supper on their little Primus stove and lingered on the bench until stars peeked through the tree canopy.  Alternately they talked, and then fell silent to enjoy the mysterious sounds of nature surrounding them.  Even the evening bouquet of nature was new and amazing to them.  Finally they zipped themselves into their tent for an energetic try at the “baby lottery,” followed by a wonderful night cuddled in their zipped-together sleeping bags. By now they had noticed that sex was enticingly different on their new air mattress, offering a pleasantly different sensation compared to their firm bed at home.    


Their days quickly fell into a routine.  Early mornings were lazy.  They would stay snuggled together until enough daylight filtered through the trees and thence through their tent to wake them.  After a “good morning” kiss and hug, they would emerge from the tent, retrieve their brief outfits which were always hung on a nearby tree drying from the previous evening’s rinsing out, brew coffee, and then finally cook breakfast on their little Primus stove. Then they would tidy their campsite, pack a single backpack, and depart for their daily hike.

The morning leg of their hike was the most strenuous, usually uphill towards one of the nearby peaks.  They didn’t use established trails, but there was little underbrush so walking was easy.  They occasionally “got lost” but there were sufficient landmarks so that they always were able to re-orient themselves. 

They always planned their walk to end up in a high place around lunchtime.  They would find a secluded clearing, spread their blanket, and prepare lunch.  After lunch, Evan might playfully untie Jane’s halter.  She typically responded by “pansting” him.  It would always end with them naked on the blanket.  Nudity was a technical violation of park rules, but they  found this tiny possibility of discovery a turn-on.  Actually they never saw any other humans on these hikes, since they were in the remotest reaches of the park.  Eventually they would make tender love.  In a delightful erotic haze, they would cuddle and snooze in the afternoon warmth.  Eventually they would arise, pack, and then enjoy the easy downhill trek back to the campsite.  On the way, they collected fallen branches for their evening campfire.

They would arrive at their campsite in plenty of time to prepare supper, doff and rinse out their outfits, and then enjoy a lazy and quiet evening of togetherness in front of their little campfire.


Since sore gluteal muscles and hiking don’t go together well, the couple had agreed that the spanking would happen late in the week.  That had seemed like a good plan at the time, but that pending spanking was never far from their thoughts as they tried to make the best of their vacation.  Evan often saw it in Jane’s eyes, a sad look that she tried to hide.

It was Jane who broke first.  On their Wednesday morning hike, her silence betrayed that something was on her mind.  With trepidation, he finally confronted her, asking her to please “spit it out” so they could deal with it.  Tears sprang to her eyes, “This waiting is killing me Evan.  Could we please get this spanking over with today?” 

His heart thumped, his mouth went dry. 

Finally he answered, “OK, it can be today.  We’ll do it late enough this evening so that we know we’re alone, but early enough so there’s still light.  Would that be OK?”  They embraced, Evan wiped away her tears as Jane nodded her agreement.  That day they kept to their usual routine, but with an understandable layer of sad expectancy to everything they did.

They got back to their campsite, and prepared supper on their little stove as usual.  They didn’t bother with a campfire.  Afterward they sat quietly on the bench, each person deep in personal thoughts.  Neither seemed to want to suggest that they “get on with it”.  Finally Evan stood and pulled Jane to her feet.  As he hugged her, he could feel her heart pounding. 

He spoke gently, “We agree this must be a serious spanking right?  We’ve had this money discussion often enough that there’s really no excuse.  This should be the worst spanking of all.”

Sadly but reluctantly, Jane agreed.

Evan went to the tent and dug deep into their spare backpack for a package that he had hid from Jane.  Her eyes widened as she peeked at the contents, a heavy hairbrush.  He explained, “We just agreed on what needs doing, this will get the job done quicker and easier.” 

Jane gulped sadly, not able to hold his eyes.  “Yes Evan, I suppose you’re right.  That will help me do a good job.” 

She accepted the proffered hairbrush.

She stayed dressed, but he doffed his shorts, leaving him naked.  She sat on the bench.  He stood in front of her.  His rigid erection looked a bit incongruous as he apologized for impulsively putting those several hundred dollars on their charge card and for, “screwing up their vacation.”  She stood, offered one last tearful hug, and then sat and purposely guided him over her lap.        

The bench was low, so Evan’s toes dug into the grass on Jane’s right side, and his palms steadied him on the other.  Jane could feel his rigid penis nestled between her bare thighs. 

She started with her hand.  The first sharp sounds rang out as Jane landed solid spanks to the peak of each buttock.  Except for a gasp, a wriggle, and pointing his toes, Evan didn’t respond.

Jane knew it was early in the game, so she simply continued, using firm spanks to paint each of his cheeks a uniform shade of medium red.  The first tangible evidence of the punishment’s effect was when that part of him caught between her thighs shriveled.  Despite his obvious determination to take his punishment silently, Evan’s body started to rebel against his wishes.  First he started writhing in pain, and then the first grunts of distress finally escaped his lips.  

As slim young women go, Jane was solid and muscular.  In particular, as Evan was painfully learning right now, her collegiate volleyball background had given her strong arms and shoulders. However, those collisions with Evan’s tight bottom had put a surprising sting into her hands.  She paused to rub the pain from her palms and to consider her next move.  That pause allowed Evan to catch his breath and regain a few lost wits.

Evan unhappily anticipated Jane’s next target area.  It wasn’t hard; so far her spanking technique had mirrored his own.  Soon his fears were painfully realized when she started peppering the backs of his thighs.  He strained to keep from kicking as she spanked color into his thighs, and occasionally relieved the boredom with full-strength shots to his sit spots. 

But then Evan did an amazingly brave thing, he voluntarily opened his legs to reveal fresh, unspanked inner thigh.  “Good boy” Jane breathed, “That’s a good idea”.  Being careful to avoid his dangling male parts, Jane went to work on his inner thighs.  It was all Evan could do to keep from slamming his thighs shut, but the effort cost him.  Losing control of his emotions, Evan’s eyes stung with tears and he could no longer hide his sobs from Jane.

Finishing with his thighs, Jane paused a full minute to allow Evan’s breathing to catch up.  “You’re doing fine Honey, but I’m afraid worse is ahead.  Can we continue?”  Still sobbing, Evan nodded decisively.  Holding his waist tightly with her left hand, Jane unleashed a stinging volley of spanks, starting high on his bottom, moving down, concentrating on his sit spots, and preceding down the back of each thigh.  By now, Evan was frankly bawling.
She hated what was next, but Jane had promised to “do a good job’ so she didn’t hold back.  She repositioned Evan so that her right leg restrained his legs.  Then she demanded his right hand to protect it from the hairbrush. 

Sadly she picked up the hairbrush and gripped it hard.  “You’re  cooperating well Evan.  This part will be hell, but it’ll be done quickly if you can cooperate.”

Evan was crying too hard to answer, but she detected a nod.  Gripping his right wrist in a death grip, and pushing firmly down on his torso, she raised the hairbrush and snapped it down.  Evan’s head raised.  His cry turned into a loud wail.

Jane didn’t deliver any set number of swats, she just wanted to finish this spanking quickly.  So she used the hairbrush fast and hard.  As she did, a tear fell off her right cheek and fell unnoticed exactly on the summit of Evan’s livid left buttock.  Nobody had a chance to see it glisten there before the hairbrush smashed it into molecules.  The loud sound of the hairbrush colliding with Evan’s bottomflesh was easily drowned out by the sound of Evan’s shriek, which filled the campsite.  Still, the trees, the terrain and the intervening distance ensured that the sounds reached no other humans.

Then it was over!  Jane laid down the hairbrush.  She held Evan across her lap for a few moments until she felt it safe to let him stand.  As she held him, she whispered sweet things in his ear and massaged his back.  Evan came back to himself quickly, his sobs quickly diminishing.  Finally she helped him to his feet.  After a quick hug, she released him.  He seemed steady on his feet, but his face was a mess.  Thinking quickly, Jane picked up Evan’s discarded shorts and ran to dip them in the brook.  Then she returned to wash his face. 

Evan danced a bit, ruefully explored his bottom with the tips of his fingers, and then grabbed Jane into a massive hug.  “I’m  sorry to put you through that, but you delivered a hell of a spanking, exactly as you promised.  I have a wonderful wife.”  

Obviously there were no hard feelings!

Although Evan’s bottom hurt like hell, what he mostly felt was relief.  He was relieved that his punishment was over, and especially relieved that he hadn’t disgraced himself by struggling or by begging to be let off. 

Evan’s next move surprised and amused Jane.  He trotted to the brook and then lowered his bottom into the cold water.  He didn’t dare sit on the rocky bottom, so he just squatted in the deepest part with a look of pure relief on his face.  She waded in with him.  With the clear, cold water babbling around them, they hugged again and shared a deep kiss.  While Evan cooled his scorched bottom, Jane doffed her shorts and halter to rinse them out.

Seeing that Evan was quickly returning to his playful self, Jane expressed an irreverent thought, “If a spanking happened in the woods and nobody heard it, did it really happen?” 

Evan gently felt his bottom, “Oh yes, it happened!  And I hope to hell that nobody heard it.”

Hand-in-hand they emerged from the water.  Jane noticed that Evan’s male equipment was shriveled from the cold water.  She pointed impishly “Looks like he is off duty for the evening.”

“Don’t count on that young lady,” Evan exclaimed with mock indignation as he led her towards the tent and the air mattress that had been the cause of his spanking. 

As it turned out, in spite of the burning in his bottom and his temporarily shriveled condition,  Evan turned in a fine performance that night.  Although they can’t know for sure, the couple believes that’s when Jane conceived. 

Even when he reached adulthood, they never confessed to their boy why his nickname was “Spanky”.

© Guyspencer 2014


Blogger Jewels said...

Hands - pants? - down (lol!), no questions asked, I've found my favorite story. Thank you thank you!

1:19 PM, January 09, 2016  

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