Last Chance Camp - Part 2

Hope US mothers of every sort, had a great Mother's Day.  My daughter called and texted first thing in the morning because she was going to be spending her day ferrying the grands to various sports events, to either participate or witness. Hubby is out of the country for the week so she has the duty - so much for getting pampered. 

Had some wonderful news last evening.  My publisher sent me an email telling me Annie & Jace is #1 on Amazon in the UK.  Before I started jumping up and down, he said that while it was nice it wasn't that big a deal because of the small market.  Nevertheless, I was excited.  I went over to check Amazon, US and I'm #11 and #12 - not nearly as good but it's a larger market and I'm still excited.  

Another rainy weekend here.  I remember hearing a weather forecaster last weekend saying it was the first nice weekend in a month.  I hope we don't have to wait another three weekends for another.  There is rain forecast every day till next Friday - I may be floating by one of these days.  If you see me, will you reach out and throw me a line.  

Here's the continuation of last weeks story.  To read from the beginning, click here.

“It’s not a question of if I am man enough to take you on, it’s a question of if I even want to bother.”

“Why you sanctimonious sonofabitch!  Have you forgotten who employs you?”

“No, I haven’t forgotten but I don’t believe dealing with you is part of my contract.  If, and it’s a very big if, I start anything with you I will first run it by your father.  I want his blessing and understanding.”

“Don’t bother, don’t think you’re so special, there are many others that would jump at the chance to be with me.”

“Good night Abigail.  Drive home carefully.” There were so many other things he wanted to say but he kept his wits about him.

Abigail Winslow continued to show up at WW Last Chance Camp regularly. The only reason he could gather was that she wanted to make him jealous because he never saw her interacting with the kids or doing anything other than flaunting her ‘flavor of the week’ by Sully.  If that was her intent, she was mistaken.  Her actions only cemented his assessment that she was a silly spoiled princess that needed her bottom warmed but good.

Last Chance Camp was a beehive of activity in the final week of the summer season. The kids and counselors planned a big barbecue and bonfire at the lake for the last night before the campers left for home the next day.  Sloan Cassiday managed to get Sully aside that morning and congratulate him on a successful session.  Sully appreciated Sloan’s input, he too felt he had made progress and for the first time since receiving his doctorate, felt he actually made a difference.  Time would tell, but the teens certainly left in better shape, physically and emotionally, than when they arrived.  

Later in the day, Zach Winslow cornered him too and seconded Sloan’s appraisal and offered him a raise. Abigail and her latest boy toy joined them.

“Thank you sir.  I loved working here at the camp and honestly feel I made a difference. I hope we’re as lucky with the next group of kids.”

“I’m sure we will be.  Kids need loving discipline – rules and regulations to teach them boundaries are often what they need most.  Knowing someone cares enough to set those boundaries and stick to them is why we’re successful for the most part.  We’re not going to reach all of them but we do our best.” 

Listening to her father's statement, Sully looked at Abigail and inadvertently rolled his eyes.  Zach caught the look and repeated his last words, “we do our best, sometimes our best is not good enough and sometimes someone else has to step in and take over.”

“Yes sir, I agree with you.”

“I figured you would, I think we made a good decision in bringing you to Last Chance Camp. You’re the right man for the job.”  Zach smiled at him and Sully caught the double meaning.  If he wanted to take on Ms. Abigail, he had her father’s blessing.

“Thanks again Zach. We keep trying and once in a while reverting to the old tried and true methods – even if they are old-fashioned work best.

Abigail, tired of being ignored, spoke up.  “What time does the barbecue start, I’m getting hungry.”

Sully suggested they could probably use some help in the cafeteria, while her boy toy could help the boys gather wood for the bonfire.  She huffed but a look from her father, squelched her attitude. “She is a handful,” Zach mused.

                                             

Sitting around the bonfire that evening, each camper shared a memory of their stay at WW Last Chance Camp. One of the boys said his favorite memory was the day Ms. Winslow hurt her ankle and Sully hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her to the admin building.  “She was hooting and hollering something fierce and it looked like a scene out of a movie. I know we shouldn’t have laughed but it was funny.” Everyone broke into peals of laughter as they remembered the sight.

Instead of accepting the jibe graciously, Abigail got all huffy and jumped up and spouted “the hell with you.  You think that was funny, I’d like to see you fall down and hurt your ankle and see how you feel to have everybody laughing at you.”

The kid, Josh Baker, apologized and said they weren’t laughing at her for being hurt but how funny it looked when Dr. Sully picked her up and put her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Her father took her arm and tried to make her sit back down.  “Calm down” he told her.  She wrenched free and trod off into the darkness. Boy Toy followed.

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All the employees enjoyed the leisure time between camp sessions.  Although there was still regular work and chores that needed doing, it gave them all well-deserved time off they usually didn’t have while the kids were around.  Sully loved this time of year – although the days were still very warm, the evenings cooled off beautifully.  Often, he saddled one of the horses and would ride up the mountain. He loved hearing the wind rustle in the trees and watching all the little critters scamper about as they alerted their friends an intruder entered their domain.  It always made him feel all was right with the world and he relished the solitude. 

One particular night, Abigail showed up late in the day and hung around.  When she saw him saddling a horse, she asked if he wanted company. “Just you, or will a friend be joining us.”

“No, only me. Are you going to saddle me a mount?”

“No, the camp rule is if you ride, you do the work.  That means saddling up and unsaddling and tending to their needs later.  Still interested?”

“You’re not going to cut me any slack are you?”

“Why should I?”  He grinned at her.

“You don’t like me much, do you?”

“I like you fine, it’s your attitude I don’t like.”

“What attitude?”

“The one you’re always wearing.  In my opinion, you are a selfish spoiled brat who hasn’t progressed past your childish behavior.”

“Is that your professional or personal opinion?” she asked snarkily.

“My personal opinion, you are not my client.”

“Well, Dr. James Robert Sullivan, see what you think about this?”  With that she took off, up the mountain at breakneck speed.  He shook his head and urged his mount forward having no intention to catch her.  The horse knew the way and barring any gopher holes or displaced rocks or twigs, she would be fine. He fully expected to find her waiting for him at the top of the plateau but she wasn’t there.  ‘Damn her,’ he said to himself, ‘where the hell is she?’  He dismounted and searched the ground for any signs she had been there.  Not finding anything, he called out to her several times.  After several minutes and no response, he was beginning to be concerned.  ‘Did she take another trail, one he wasn’t familiar with?’  He didn’t think there was anyone else around, but by chance, he called the office to see if she might have already returned to the camp. He called out to her again and mounted his horse. The sun was beginning to set and it got dark quickly once the sun slid down behind the mountain.  He rode slowly while he looked for tracks going down the trail.  About two hundred yards down the trail, he heard a whistle.  He looked to his left and there sat Abigail reclining on a large rock, her horse by her side tethered to a tree. He dismounted and tethered his horse before walking toward her.

“Are you alright?”

“Everything is fine.”

“Didn’t you hear me calling out to you?”

“I did.”

“Then why didn’t you answer?”  He felt his blood pressure rising, and began flexing and unflexing his hands to calm down.

Laughing, she asked “Were you worried about me Dr. Sullivan?”

“You think this is funny.  It’s not and I’m going to show you what happens to spoiled little girls who are reckless and disrespectful of others.”  He sat down on the rock and pulled her across his knee.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going to paddle your backside until my damn hand hurts.  Unfortunately, with these jeans you’re not even going to feel it as much as I would like and it is going to hurt me as much as it hurts you."

Abigail fought him, but he managed to get her settled on his lap after scissoring her legs and pinning her down.  His hand came down on her seat time and again, one hard spank after another.  Her loud howls echoed throughout the surrounding area and he was sure could be heard down at the camp.  His arm began to tire and he could feel the heat in his hand and wished he had a paddle or a wooden spoon handy. Abigail showed no signs of remorse and he determined not to stop spanking her until she did. He hoped he could outlast her stubbornness.

His hand concentrated where she would feel it the most – her sit spot.  He gave her ten consecutive spanks on the right side and followed with five to her left side before he felt her stop fighting so hard.  Not willing to give in just yet, he finished the last five and then ended with ten of the hardest spanks yet peppered around her thighs, sit spots and ass cheeks.  His hand was on fire and he only hoped she felt some of that fire in her butt. Lord knows she deserved it and if it was the only chance he got to change her attitude, he wanted it to count.

He stopped spanking and removed his leg from across her knee.  She jumped up and began dancing around and kept trying to rub the sting out of her bottom.  She was quite sure she  would never sit comfortably again much less astride the horse to get down the mountain.

“I’m sorry I had to do that, but you had it coming.”  She looked at him and gave him a look that said everything she wasn’t verbalizing –thank God or her words might start a forest fire.  He untethered the horses and handed her the reins.

He watched her face and thought he saw her suck in her breath.  She put her foot in the stirrup and swung her other leg over and when her bottom hit the saddle, he watched her grimace.  He smiled inwardly, although he didn’t enjoy inflicting the pain, he hoped her bottom stung long enough for her to think about why she was spanked.

They rode down the mountain in silence.  At the barn, they each went about unsaddling and rubbing down their mounts and settling them in for the night.  Walking in the direction of the parking lot, he put his hand on her back as he squired her toward her car.

“Don’t you dare touch me you sonofabitch!”

“Sorry. Drive safe and have a good night.”  She flipped him off and drove away as he stood there shaking his head. He didn't think he be seeing very much of Abigail Winslow for a while.


See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.