I first met Colin in the summer of 1997 when I was a summer camp counselor. He was ten. Sure there were many boys there, but there was something about Colin that made him stand out from all the others. I'm not sure what it was, but the first moment I met him I knew that he was something special. He seemed to crave attention more than the other boys, and the two of us spent quite a bit of time alone together that summer. I enjoyed every second of it. I'm pretty sure that he did too, except for those few occasions where I took the liberty of warming his little fanny up, but even then it was only five swats at the most delivered upon the seat of his shorts.
I kept in touch with Colin and his mother throughout the year, but only with letters and occasionally a phone call. I really missed being with him, probably because he made me feel needed, and living alone could be rather lonely sometimes.
Summer of '98 was approaching rapidly and one day in May I received a notice informing me that Camp Kawulka had been bought by a large corporation, and it was going to be turned into a large office complex. The next evening Colin's mother called to see if I had heard the news about the camp. I told her I had.
"Colin has been very depressed since I told him that there would be no camp this summer," she informed me. "He had been looking forward to seeing you."
I didn't tell her, but I too was feeling kind of down also. It was very disappointing to look forward to something for ten months and then to suddenly have it shattered.
Later that week I received a call from my parents. My father had just had a stroke and he would have to closely be under a doctor's care until he fully recooperated. That was expected to take awhile since it was his second stroke. Anyway, they would be unable to use their cabin on Lake Michigan that summer and asked if I knew anyone who would be interested in renting it for the summer. I began to think about anyone I knew, and I was about to tell them that I didn't have anyone I could think of. Man, did I feel like a total idiot!
"Mom, let me make a phone call and I'll get back to you either tonight or tommorrow," I quickly told her. I hung up the phone and immediately called Colin's mother and explained the situation. I asked if the two of them would be interested in spending the summer with me at the cabin.
"What a great idea!" she exclaimed. "The only thing is I wouldn't be able to take off work. But I am sure that Colin would be thrilled, that is if you wouldn't mind having him on your own?"
Mind? Of course I wouldn't mind. I was so excited about spending the summer up there with him, just he and I. I only had to wait three weeks, but they were the longest three weeks of my life.
I left early on a Sunday morning in June to pick Colin up. He lived four hours away, and I couldn't wait to see him. I arrived at their house, and I met his mother for the first time. She was just as I imagined. She was very friendly, and it made me feel as though we had known each other for years. Suddenly, without any warning Colin, who was now eleven, darted through the doorway of the living room where we are and jumped right into my arms. He was just as excited about seeing me as I was seeing him. He really hadn't changed a bit. His soft brown hair fell over his eyes, but still left his cute little face visible. He had grown a few inches, but that was okay. I was just glad to finally be with him.
It was a five hour drive to the cabin from Colin's house. We talked awhile about what he had done all year since he had last seen me. It made the time go rather quickly, and before I knew it we were pulling into the entrance of the private campground. It was still rather early in the summer, so for the first two weeks while we were there the campground would be practically empty.
The cabin was a few miles back once we got into the campground and Colin and I were still talking about things. He started talking about a girl that had just moved in across the street from them.
"So, do you have a little girlfriend?" I asked. He immediately began to blush, and I continued to tease him about it until he finally became very annoyed.
"She's not my girlfriend!" he said loudly. "She's a stupid bitch and I hate her!"
I was very surprised to hear him talk like this, and I quickly remembered the few times he had the previous summer at camp. This time I didn't say a word. I continued to drive on silently until we came to a community bathhouse.
"Come in with me," I told him as I got out of the car. He got out and followed me inside. I didn't say a word as I picked him up and sat him down on the edge of the sink counter. I ran a bar of soap under the running water for a moment. "Open up," I told him.
"What are you doing?" he nervously asked me.
"Colin, you know better than to use language like you just did," I told him.
"I'm sorry. It just slipped out," he replied.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I have to discipline you just to make sure you understand that what you did was wrong," I said. "Now open your mouth."
He opened his mouth slightly and I pushed the bar of soap in. Holding the back of his head I began to soap his mouth thoroughly. After a few minutes I took the soap out of his mouth and told him to spit and rinse. When he finished I picked him up and carried him to the bench right outside the bathhouse. I sat down and stood him in front of me.
"Colin, I want you and I to have fun this summer while we are here, but I'm going to show you know what's going to happen when you misbehave."
Placing my fingertips in the waistband of his shorts I quickly whisked them down along with his underpants. He had the most surprised look on his face that I had ever seen from anyone. Taking his arm I guided him over my knees. I had never given him a spanking on his bare bottom before. I looked down and saw the most perfect little bottom I had ever seen, almost too perfect to spank. Of course I didn't let that stop me.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
"Owww Owwww Owww!" he sobbed and began kicking his feet.
I was spanking him pretty hard and I knew he was feeling it. I held him there and spanked until both of his buns were fully reddened. He was crying pretty hard as I lifted him off my knees and he began to dance around a little as he held his sore, little bottom. His little penis and balls bobbled up and down as he did.
"Are you going to use that language again?" I asked him as I took his arm and pulled him back to me.
"Nooooo!" he cried.
"Okay then," I said and began to pull his shorts and underwear back up. My hand brushed over his small penis as I did so, and he paid no attention to it.
We got back in the car and continued our drive down to the cabin. Neither of us said anything more about what had just occurred, but I knew that there would definately be many more spankings for him to come within the next ten weeks.
To be continued...