Abigail Winslow and the Last Chance Camp

Happy Monday everyone.  Hope you had a great weekend.  It was rainy here again, the May flowers have drowned.  The lakes are all 6 to 8 feet about their level and it's still coming down.  Now there's a very large sinkhole in a great little town called Granbury. I thought once I Ieft Florida I wouldn't be hearing about any more sinkholes - guess not.  I'm not really complaining though, we have not had to deal with tornadoes as other communities have so although I may be bitching I am also thankful.

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The rest of the summer break passed uneventfully.  All the dorms and cabins had been repainted and were awaiting the beginning of the fall session.  The fall session lasted until the end of October.  After that, camp closed until the first of the year.  By then there was enough snow and cold weather to guarantee ice skating and snow-shoeing activities. When all of the kids were cooped up inside, it made for very long intensive days for everyone.

The day the kids arrived for the fall session, Abigail appeared for the first time since the spanking incident.  She avoided him like the plague which was fine with him.  She gathered some papers from the building, said a quick hello to the other staff and ran out the door.  Sloan remarked it was the quickest and quietest Abigail appearance in history. Sully smirked.

This set of kids took a while to settle in.  This session included classes as well as other activities and most of them hated school so it wasn’t nearly as much fun as the summer session.  In addition to their teachers, each of the administrative staff made themselves available for tutoring. One of the newest kids, needed remedial reading and Zach volunteered Abigail for the chore.  Abigail had a teaching degree and as a college student participated in an internship in a remedial reading program.  Zach felt Abigail would benefit from having a real purpose.  She fussed and fumed but when he threatened to cut her off, she changed her tune.

The first couple of sessions were hard on everyone.  Abigail resented being there, the student resented being singled out for special help and the staff resented Abigail’s attitude toward them. The kids gave her a hard time because of that ‘better than them’ attitude and although deserved, it still made it difficult to watch.   Sully suffered the most – he became her scapegoat.  The day she yelled at him in front of a whole group of kids, he knew something had to be done. When it happened, Sully merely took her by the elbow and guided her toward a room with a closed door. She continued ranting and raving as he closed the door behind him and walked back to the group of kids.  He explained that everyone had a bad day and today happened to be Ms. Abigail’s.

“Hell, she has a bad day every day.” One of the kids said.

“Language, language,” he reminded them.  “Maybe you could think of what you could do to make Ms. Abigail’s days here better.  Maybe if you’re attitude toward her changed a little, her attitude toward you might do so too.”

“Nah, she’s too much of a bitch.”

“What did I just say about language?”

“Okay, so she’s too much of a witch.”  The rest of the kids snickered.

“Yeah, witchy. Is that better?”  Sully kept his smile on the inside while maintaining a stern demeanor.

He knew now wasn’t the time to continue this conversation, so he hustled the kids into the gym to let them take out their frustrations on the court.  He assigned teams for a basketball challenge with the losing team given the assignment to come up with a “Be Nice to Teacher Day.” He thought that perhaps everyone would benefit including Ms. Abigail.  Grunts and groans followed his speech but he ignored them.  He left one of the other staff members in charge as he went to confront Abigail.

She wasn’t in the room anymore.  He went in search of her and heard her lamenting her tale of woe to her Zach Winslow, her father.  Sully didn’t plan on interfering in this father –daughter discussion but Zach saw him and called him in.

“Let’s hear your side of the story, Sully.  Lord knows, I’ve been listening to Abigail long enough.”  He sounded exasperated and Sully understood his problem;  Abigail had that effect on people.

“Not much to tell.  She started going off on me in front of a group of the kids.  I merely escorted her to an empty room and shut the door.  What she did or didn’t do after that, I have no idea.  I do know we are going to have a conversation about her behavior though. The kids aren’t allowed to get away with it, and an adult is no better.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Zach told them both.  Abigail’s pout almost made him laugh. It reminded him a little girl who hadn’t gotten her way and any moment he expected her to stomp her feet.  His smirk gave him away and Abigail pounced on him.

“What are you smiling about, you pompous ass?”

“Abigail,” her father intoned.  “That’s enough. Apologize to Dr. Sullivan.”

“I will not, he is a pompous ass.” And she flounced out of the room.

“I’m sorry, Sully.  I don’t know what to do about her.” He said and shook his head.

“I do and when the opportunity presents itself, rest assured I’ll take care of the matter, and this time I’ll be better prepared.”

“All I can say is good luck.”

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Sully bided his time.  Abigail continued to avoid him as much as possible but a couple of days later, she was waylaid by a late fund raising meeting that took place in Sully’s office. Everyone else had cleared out of the building and she tried to walk out with one of the other committee members but Sully asked if she could stick around for a minute, he had something he wanted to discuss with her.  The committee member went on his way and Abigail was left alone with Sully.  Sully closed and locked the door.

“I want to talk to you about what happened the other day.  You were totally out of line.  If you have a beef with me, I expect you to act like an adult.  Going off as you did in front of the kids sets a bad example.  You don’t accept that behavior from them, so why should you be allowed to carry on like that.”

“I don’t have to stand here and take this.”

“Oh, yes you do.  You’re going to take this and a lot more.  This time I’m ready for you Ms. Abigail Winslow.”  He took her arm and dragged her over to the couch.  He reached over to the table and picked up a ruler he had set aside for just this occasion.  Even though she was fighting him tooth and nail, he managed to get her across his knee and his one leg over hers to hold her in place.  He lifted her skirt and pulled her panties into the crack of her butt, creating a perfect wedgie and gave him unobscured access to those lily white cheeks.  If he wasn’t so intent on punishing those very same cheeks, he might have admired their perfectly round shape and firmness.  That was for another day, if he managed to live through today.

“You don’t need a lecture.  You know exactly why you are getting this spanking.” With that he landed the very first slap of a spanking he intended to make her remember long after she left his lap.  The cadence of the slaps continued, one after another without mercy.  He gave her no time in between spanks to even catch her breath.  Her pink cheeks turned from white to a slight blush pink to a deep rose before he took a break.  But, he wasn’t finished yet.  He picked up the ruler and began to color her entire backside and the top of her thighs a most lovely shade of red.    Abigail had long abandoned her resolution of remaining stoic through this humiliation.  She had been wailing loud and strong since before he switched to the ruler.  Once he switched to the ruler, however her epithets ceased and pleas for mercy began, but it had no effect on him.  Once he realized her begging had stopped and switched to sobs, he ended the spanking after a couple of hard final assaults to her throbbing bottom.  He put down the ruler, and heard her wince as he rearranged her panties over those punished cheeks and pulled down her skirt.

“Maybe you’ll think about this the next time you act up.”

“I’ll definitely be thinking about this, and when I do I’m going to be thinking of ways to get even.  You will regret this.”

“I doubt that, Ms. Winslow.”  He pulled her to him and kissed her.  Shocked didn’t begin to describe her reaction.  He deepened the kiss and until she realized what she was doing, her tongue found his and they indulged in mouth to mouth exploration.  He cupped her bottom and she remembered who she was kissing and pushed back so hard she almost lost her balance.  He grabbed for her and she swatted his hands away.

“Don’t you touch me.  You’ve done enough damage for one day.  Get out of my sight.”

“I hate to tell you this Ms. Winslow but you’re here in my house, you’re the one that has to leave if you don’t want to look at me anymore.”

She walked to the door and tried to fling it open, only to realize it was locked.  Once again she lost her balance, except this time he wasn’t there to stop her fall, and her bottom met the floor.  “Owwww” she exclaimed.

“Do you want me to help?”

“No.” she exclaimed as she rose from the floor. 

Being the gentleman he was, he unlocked and held open the door for her to make her exit.

She waltzed past him and gave him an over the shoulder finger.

He laughed.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.