OK, HERE COMES THE WARMING, ER, I MEAN THE WARNING!! THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS A SPANKING ADMINISTERED BY AN OLD FART, TO A PRETTY YOUNG TEENAGER. IF THIS KIND OF THING SQUICKS YOU, SEE YA!! IF THIS KIND OF THING MAKES YOU SMILE AN EVIL GRIN, PLEASE ENJOY!! The Game Room js@smilingwithteeth.com   The bus could be seen in the distance, as it moved down the street toward the stop where Oscar Martin and his wife Toby were waiting. Even though it was only 8 AM, Oscar was sweating already. It was the middle of July. A July that was quickly taking its place in the record books as being the hottest one on record. What made it somewhat tolerable, was the fact that four days a week, the Martin's were able to get out of their apartment and leave the city for the comfort of a country setting. They were enrolled in an 8 week day camp for senior citizens. This was their 3rd year of attending the camp, and for the most part, they simply loved it. Oscar enjoyed some of the activities there, such as the morning nature walk, and the afternoon swim. Of course, they also had all of the old foggy favorites that is wife loved. It was Bingo in the morning for Toby. Most afternoons, you could find her doing some arts and crafts. Lunch time was when the two of them sat together and talked about their respective days. Oscar took a step back as the bus neared the stop. The front door swung open and a hand was extended to assist them up the steps and into the air conditioned comfort of the bus. Oscar always waved any assistance off, as he was in pretty good shape for a man of 68 years. Toby usually took the help and the two of them boarded the bus. Even though Oscar refused the offer, he always had a big smile for the offeree. Her name was Laura Leona, and she was the apple of his eye. She had just turned 16, and was now a "senior" counselor. That title made him laugh. "Senior counselor?" he would joke with his wife. "So what would that make me, a fossil counselor?" Toby always laughed at that attempt of humor, even though Oscar said it almost every time they got on the bus. Oscar remembered his first day at camp, three years ago. There was this skinny little kid named Laura, who would be on the bus each morning. She wouldn't say much, as she wasn't in charge. She always had a sweet little smile and Oscar immediately developed an affection for her. The first time he saw on the bus this year, he couldn't believe his eyes. This "kid," had changed. Gone were her glasses, most probably exchanged for contact lenses. Her pants, which he thought was always too baggy, was now replaced with a skirt, which he thought was way too short. Her blonde hair, which had always been fairly short, was longer than he had ever seen it. It went half way down her back. But the most amazing change had been in her development, from a child into a young adult. She must have grown several inches from last year, and for the first time, he noticed that she did indeed have breasts. Her bottom, which had always been trim and flat, now was plump and girlish. It was quite the shock for him at first. Oscar had brought up three very lovely girls, and unlike The Brady Bunch, he had found cause in the past to spank them. They had all grown into fine young independent women, and Oscar was proud of all of them. His youngest daughter had moved out of the nest over 15 years ago, so when Oscar got to know Laura, he kind of made her his summer time daughter. The girl was always friendly and polite. Whenever Oscar or Toby needed anything, she was always right there to offer assistance. Each morning, the campers would receive a pamphlet that listed all the days upcoming activities, along with which counselor was running them. So, if Oscar saw that Laura was doing the nature walk, he made certain that he would not miss it. He would often walk with Laura and ask her about her life. Such questions as, how was school, do you have a boyfriend and, are you getting enough sleep each night, were often answered without hesitation. The last day of camp, Oscar would always give Laura a very generous tip. During the winter months, they normally would exchange letters at least a few times. However, this was another year and Laura certainly had a new "look" to her. As Oscar soon found out, that "new look," also came completely equipped with a "new attitude," And it was an attitude that Oscar and Toby didn't like. It had saddened Oscar that Laura seemed so distant and uncaring. He had wondered what had gotten into her. Even though the summer was winding down to a few more weeks of country fun, Oscar had not found that answer. The bus had made its way out of the city and over the Tappan bridge and had finally arrived at the exit at Harmon. This meant that in only a few more minutes, they'd be at the camp grounds. The bus pulled into the parking area and they all headed toward the camp grounds. Oscar had noticed that aside from the helping hand, Laura had not sat next to them as she had in years past. He had tried to talk to her, but most often she just gave a quick answer before excusing herself. Toby knew this had upset Oscar greatly, and even though camp was still a fine way to spend a hot summer, it wasn't what it used to be for Oscar. One thing Oscar had noticed was Laura's new found interest in boys. This was something he considered normal. He also knew that when a girl reached a certain age, she was likely to rebel and try and make changes in her life. And perhaps one of the changes had to be hanging out with kids her own age. But still, Oscar didn't know why her demeanor had changed so much. He had tried to speak with her in the past. He would ask her if anything was wrong. If she might wish to talk with him or Toby. But all of his efforts were met with a less than appreciative, "No. I'm fine." What Laura told him, she truly believed. Oscar, however, knew better. One other activity that Oscar loved, was sitting outside under a shade tree and playing one of the many games that they had in the game room. The game room was about a five minute walk away from the main camp grounds. Once there, you told the counselor what game you wanted to take, and they signed it out to you. The only thing you had to do, was tell them what time you would return it. On this day in question, Oscar was in the mood to take one of his friends into bankruptcy. He wanted to buy hotels and utilities. Yep, he was on a Monopoly kick. He took the short walk to the game room and knocked on the door. The game room was nothing more than a very small cabin. There was just enough room for two or three people to stay in there. The job to mind the game room today was taken by Larry. Larry was a 12 year old boy. It was his first year at camp, as a counselor in training. Oscar took the game, gave the kid a dollar and strolled back to the tables. Oscar was feeling pretty feisty today. His luck had been with him, and he had actually won the game. It was one of the rare times he could ever recall anyone winning at Monopoly. They only had a few hours of playing time, and more often than not, this game could go on for several hours more. The only player left, aside from himself, was Ben. Ben was his best adult friend at camp. And Ben never gave up. So even though there was no way that Ben was going to rally for a win, he kept on playing. Just as Ben ran out of ways to keep from admitting defeat, Toby's voice could be heard. "Come on you two, it's time to head back to the bus." Oscar smiled and told Ben to go ahead. He would return the game to the game room. Oscar switched to double time mode as he walked bristly to the game room. He was about to open the door, when he heard some voices, and laughing. There was lots of laughing going on. He gently pushed the door forward, but it was locked. He knew that something was going on, and he was going to find out what it was. Oscar was pretty good with defeating locks. Many was the time he had to break into the bathroom, or even his own car to retrieve keys that had been left there. He took a small paper clip and stretched it out. He inserted it into the lock and just like that, he was able to open the door. These types of locks weren't exactly made by the Master Lock Company. When the door was no longer obstructing his view, Oscar could not believe what he was seeing. There was no sign of Larry. The picture that Oscar saw was Laura with two other boys. The boys were smoking pot, and Laura was sipping a bottle of brandy. Oscar had seen these boys before. They weren't counselors, but were local kids who came to camp to work on the camp grounds. They would mow the grass and do other chores. Apparently, they decided the game room would make a nice place to hold a party. Laura froze when she saw Oscar staring at her. All of a sudden, all of those years of parenting resurfaced. Oscar immediately grabbed the joints from the boys and threw them to the ground and stomped on them. He took the bottle of brandy from Laura and placed it aside. He told the two boys that he would report them to their employers, if he ever caught them doing anything like this again. The two young men looked relieved that he was giving them a second chance. They ran out of the game room and didn't look back. Oscar closed the door and looked at Laura. "So, is this what you are doing now, young lady?" he asked, pretty much knowing the answer. Laura kept her eyes down, not able to look Oscar directly in the eyes. She started to cry, but Oscar wasn't buying any of it. She knew he had raised three girls of his own. "Young lady, I've got a good mind to tell Mike about this. Mike was the head of the camp, and to tell Mike, was just the same as telling Laura's parents. Laura started crying harder, begging Oscar not to do that. She told him that she needed this job, and if they found out about this, no doubt she could lose her last months pay. She also said that her parents would be very upset by this. Oscar moved a few steps closer to the sobbing teen, and held her close. While he still felt that parental instinct, he also felt something more. He hated to admit it, but it was sexual excitement. He spoke using his "daddy voice," and told Laura that she was not going to be let totally off the hook here. "Laura, I've told you that I've raised three girls of my own, haven't I?" Laura, still unable to meet his gaze, looked down at the flattened joint on the floor and whispered, "yes." "Well, Oscar continued, there were times that I had to handle situations just like this one." Laura looked up a bit at Oscar and listened. "When I caught my daughter smoking once, do you know how I handled it?" Oscar asked. "No sir," came Laura's response. Oscar took a deep breath and said, "I gave her a spanking." Those words hit Laura harder than the brandy ever could have. "You spanked them?" she said. "Yep, I gave her a good sound spanking. And it worked. She never smoked again. I feel it was a small price for her to pay, for a lifetime of smoke free living." Finally, Oscar took Laura's hand and whispered into the teenagers ear, "Laura, you could do with a spanking yourself." Laura gasped when she heard those words. You see, Laura was no stranger to spankings. She had been spanked up to the age of 13. One might conclude that it was the spankings that kept the girl so politely mannered. Maybe those few years of non spanking had taken its toll on her. Oscars heart was beating rapidly in his chest. For a moment, he was afraid he was going to have a heart attack or something. He WANTED to spank laura. He had wanted to spank her, since the first day of camp this year. Since that time, when he noticed that she no longer had the body of a child. He never thought any possibility of that happening. However, here he was, standing in what was nothing more than a wood shed, with the pretty teen aged girl. "Laura, if you won't let me punish you, I will have no alternative but to report this. Honey, it is up to you." Some child "experts," believe that kids not only need rules and discipline, but actually crave it. Perhaps, this was true. Laura asked Oscar not to tell anyone. "Mr. Martin, please, don't tell anyone," came the tearful plea. "Then you will take a spanking, Laura?" The distraught teen, took a deep breath and simply nodded her head. Oscar was glad that there was a straight back chair in the game room. The counselors that had game room detail, had to stay there for hours on end. So, the chair had been placed their a few years ago for their comfort. Now, Oscar was going to utilize it, to help him make Laura's backside very uncomfortable. He sat down in the chair and motioned for the pretty teen to come over to him. Laura's eyes filled with a new round of tears and she begged, "Please Mr. Martin, don't hurt me. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. Please, don't spank me." This plea only made Martin more excited. It was as if he was living a fine spanking story. "Laura, you know I love you like a daughter. You have earned this punishment by way of your behavior. I won't lie to you and say the spanking will not hurt. On the contrary, it will hurt a lot. Now, either you get yourself over my lap, or we take a walk to Mike together. Without uttering another word, Laura moved forward and started to lie down over Oscar's lap. Oscar took hold of her hand and stopped her. For a split second, Laura thought he was going to tell her that he had changed his mind. That perhaps the fact that she was willing to take a spanking, in some way proved to him that she had learned her lesson. Those hopes were dashed when Oscar said, "No honey. Move to the other side. I'm left handed." Laura moved to Oscars other side and laid down over the older mans lap. She hadn't know this position since she was 13, when her mother took her over the knee for not keeping her promise to walk the family dog. The dog, of course, had pooped in the bedroom. Laura's mom took it out on her bare behind with a hairbrush. And while Mr. Martin wasn't holding a hairbrush, Laura had the feeling he really didn't need one. You see, Oscar had spent his life working as a sheet metal worker. Even for his advanced years, he had a strong handshake, along with huge hands that were hard and calloused from his years of labor. Laura , at five foot, two inches, fit nicely over the five foot eight Oscars lap. As she laid down, Oscar adjusted her forward, so she was in the perfect spanking position. He patted the seat of her skirt and then lifted it up, and out of the way. "Please Mr. Martin, I am sorry. Please, not too hard. Pleeee......." Oscar brought his hand down upon the panty clad ass that belonged to Laura Leona. She let out a small squeal, as the warmth penetrated the soft pink panties and made it's way to her young backside. Oscar spanked from left cheek to right cheek. He let his palm travel up one cheek and then down the other. If there was one thing Oscar knew how to do, it was how to spank a teenage girl. He had never had these feelings when he had to punish his own girls. Perhaps that was because they were his daughters, and it was about 30 years ago that he had spanked them. But here he was, an older man, spanking a pretty teenage girl. And while he didn't want to get carried away with his moment in the sun, he still was determined to teach the young girl a thing or two. Laura was yelling and kicking her legs pretty well by the time Oscar took a break. Laura tried to get up, as the though the spanking was over. However, Oscar easily held her in place over his lap and rubbed and patted her behind. He lectured her about her naughty behavior. "Laura, you may think you are all grown up, but you are still a minor. You have no right to drink booze, as you are still under age. And I don't even want to talk about smoking dope. It's a good thing for you, that I didn't see you smoking that stuff. That is against the law, as I'm sure you know. While Laura knew he was right, she was glad he had stopped to lecture her, because his rubbing of her hiney, was helping to take out the sting. She figured he'd complete his lecture, and then her dues would have been paid in full for what she did. She was wrong. Oscar finished his speech, then patted her pantied behind and said, "well, we have come to the last part of your punishment, young lady. I think it's time I spank you the same way my girls got it while growing up." With that said, Laura felt Mr. Martins fingers invading the waistband of her panties. She bucked her head up and shrieked, "NO MR. MARTIJN....PLEASE DON'T DO THIS. PLEASE DON'T TAKE THEM DOWN....She broke into tears and through her crying moaned, NO, PLEASE DON'T TAKE THEM DOWN." All of this did made Oscar even more excited. He slowly lowered the teenagers panties, exposing her young tight backside. And even though Oscar thought he was past the stage for horny man excitement, he felt his penis start to get hard. It felt good. It made him feel alive all over again. Yeah, monopoly was fun, and so were nature walks. But nothing at his age could make him feel this alive. Nothing, except giving Laura Leona a spanking. In all his years, he had never seen such a perfect ass. It was as lovely as he had sometime imagined. The skin was a dark pink from the hand spanking he had just given her. He knew the spanking would hurt her a lot more with her panties down. He often thought it was more a psychological reason, than a physical one. After all, he knew her thin pink panties would be no match for his formidable hand. But he thought back to the many bottom warmings he had given his girls over the years, and they always cried much harder, once their panties had made their descent. He has no doubt that Laura Leona would prove to be no different. He rubbed her bare cheeks for about two minutes. He was praying to God that the pretty teenager would not notice his hard on, nor think he was getting turned on by this. His outward demeanor was one that any real daddy would have been proud of. Laura never thought, even for one second, that Mr. Martin was enjoying himself. They had been friends for years, and yes, she had done something very wrong. She kept telling herself that she would never do anything like this again. Being bare assed over his lap, Laura was feeling more like that 13 year old girl, who had cried her eyes out as her mommy wore the back end of a hairbrush out over her bare bottom. Oscar gave Laura's ass one more pat and squeeze. For a second, he heard a voice in his head say, "look at this perfect ass. Is it possible that something as smelly and messy as shit could come out of something so lovely?" He had sometimes pondered that whenever a very sexy lady would pass by. "Mr. Martin, please, don't spank me hard, please!!" Those words brought him back from his thoughts. Ignoring her pleas for leniency, Oscar brought his hand down upon her naked smooth nates. He spanked her as hard as he had ever spanked his own girls. He watched as her entire spank spot turned into a mass of red sea. He had to keep a tight grip on the teenager, as she kicked her legs and struggled against the spanking. She did all she could to avoid the next blow, which she knew would only add to her agony. Unfortunately for her bottom, Oscar had great aim. One of the two boys who had been in the game room, had run back after feeling guilty about what had happened. He wanted to tell Oscar that Laura had not been smoking pot. When he got to the game room, he was greeted with the sounds of Laura, simply crying her eyes out, along with a steady "slap slap slap," sounds coming from the background. He felt his own heart thumping in his chest. He reached for his penis and gently stoked it, as the spanking continued. As with most young teenage males, his orgasm didn't' take long. It was so strong that he almost fell to the ground as it was happening. Never, had he ever thought that anything could have such a huge effect on him. Several years later, he would become a regular poster on a news group called Soc.Sexuality.Spanking. But for now, there was no way he was going to interrupt what was ongoing in the game room. Finally, the last spank danced its painful reminder on Laura's unprotected backside. The well punished young lady, her entire body limp, just crying uncontrollably over his lap, had Oscar feeling twenty years younger. Yes, he had another daughter. Or at least, he felt as if he had. He knew that soon, he and Laura would be missed, and he certainly didn't want anyone coming out to the game room looking for them. He wished he could have kept her over his lap, rubbing her fanny forever. But, fair was only fair. She had been properly punished for her breech of behavior, and he knew it was time for this scene to come to an end. He pulled Laura's panties back over her spank spot and lowered her skirt back into place. He helped her wipe her tear streaked face. While some people would know she had been crying, he knew she would simply make up a story. Or perhaps, say as she has always said to him from the first day forward this summer: "Everything's fine." They got back to the bus and Oscar took his place beside Toby. Toby was 8 years his junior, and loved him dearly. However, lately sex had not been too good between the two of them. Oscar grabbed her hand tightly. He had this look about him that she hadn't seen in years. When they got off the bus, Laura smiled at them and said, "See you both on Monday." Oscar smiled back at the young lady. Yes, you will. So you'd best behave," he said with a laugh. The laugh was lost on Toby, but both Oscar and Laura knew that it would be no laughing matter if he were to catch her in any serious misbehavior for the rest of the summer. As they started to walk down the street toward their home, Oscar gave Toby a good swat to her bottom. "Ooooo, she said with a smile. What was that for?" Oscar grinning from ear to ear said, "lets go upstairs when we get home." Toby smiled at him. "Oh, anything you want, sailor!" The next morning, the young man took the broken lock in his hand. He had admired the old man's work. Not just in the way he could pick a lock, but in the way he could spank a girl. He unpacked the new lock and put it into place. He had paid for it with his own money. He figured if Mr. Martin were to spank Laura again, he would want total privacy. All he hoped was, that he'd be close by to hear it. That summer, he heard it one more time. Laura Leona would work as a senior counselor at the senior citizens camp for three more summers. During that time, the young man heard those same sounds on 12 separate occasions. After that last summer, the camp closed down and moved to another site. And to this day, even twenty years later, that same lock that he put on the door, remains on the game room, perhaps sealing it's spanking secrets inside of it for all eternity.   The End © js@smilingwithteeth.com "Otkforu" not to be reposted without permission