The Camp Slut- Night 3 - Sex Stories

The Camp Slut- Night 3

... actually, because she already knows not to lie to me, ever." Simmons took a step forward, looking almost frightened. I sighed, a wicked plan forming, and I had to fight not to smile. "Deputy Simmons. As her Master, I am responsible for her care, and that includes disciplining her when need be. The only thing you can do at this point to keep her from her punishment is to take it in her place. She has earned twenty swats." Slut whimpered and my friends winced. "However, because I agree that she had a good idea, I am reducing it to ten. If you have a problem with that, you have three choices. One, shoot me. Two, get in your truck and leave so you don't have to watch. Three, take her punishment for her." The camp was silent save for the dog lapping at the water bowl. Slut was shaking her head, everyone else was looking at Simmons, who was looking back and forth between me and Slut. Seconds ticked. Simmons looked at me when she made her decision, and kept her eyes on my as she unhooked her gun belt, holding it out toward Davis. Davis took it and started to say something, but quieted at a look from his partner. Simmons walked over to stand next to the ice chest. "I will take her punishment, then." I somehow kept a straight face as I nodded and said two words. "Fine. Strip." "Wait? What!?!" The shock on her face was almost more than I could handle. "Her punishment is ten swats with my belt while laying naked on this ice chest. If you are accepting her punishment for her, then strip. ...

... Otherwise..." I let my voice trail off, keeping my eyes locked to hers. She looked at me, holding my gaze, trying to stare me down for a full minute before she lowered her eyes and started unbuttoning her shirt. I smiled and nodded, tapping Slut's ass lightly with the belt. "Get up, pet. Get everyone drinks, and get the salve from the first aid kit. I think your saviour will appreciate it, and it will start to pay your debt to her." Slut let out a small sob and moved to the tasks I'd given, never getting off of her knees. Simmons, for her part, made quick work of her clothing, tossing everything except her boots into my chair. I chuckled at her show of defiance, even if it would eventually put her more at my mercy. Her face kept coloring as a new bit of her flesh was exposed. Conversations went on around us, Davis and Steve discussing what was going to happen. I took the time to stand back and appreciate the Deputies body. Her dark blonde hair was cut short, she had on only a light lip gloss. Under the standard cut uniform, she had on a sports bra and grey boyshort panties. As she finished removing all of her clothes, I noticed her skin was an even, dark tone. She tanned, but there were no tanlines. Interesting. She stood naked in front of me, her hands fidgeting at her hips like she was resisting the urge to cover her thick but well trimmed bush. I stifled a smile and pointed at the ice chest. She moved slowly, trying to mimic the position Slut had taken, her thighs against ...