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Spanking Stories - White Water By JenniferWednesday morning my plane lifts off from San Jose bound for Phoenix. I'm so excited; 5 days with Lisaa will be like heaven. We had been planning this trip for months and now it was finally getting underway. Lisaa lives in Arizona and she had suggested that I come down there and we would go on a white water rafting trip down the Colorado River, through the Grand Canyon. Being a city girl who had never done anything like that before, I eagerly agreed. During the flight, I enthusiastically tell the woman next to me all about my plans, how I met Lisaa online, how we became best friends, and about our frequent trips to visit one another. What I didn't mention to her, however, was how I can be a real brat sometimes and how I love being turned over Lisaa's knee for an intense bare bottom spanking. On our approach into Phoenix, the pilot informs us that the temperature is 96 degrees at the airport. I think about Lisaa's instructions to bring lots of sunscreen, a hat and light colored clothes because of the intense sun and heat in the Grand Canyon. Walking out into the gate area I notice Lisaa immediately. She's wearing a short, white sundress and her long dark hair is pulled up and clipped into a cute style. We smile broadly at each other and I drop my handbags as I walk into her arms for a warm greeting. "Welcome to Phoenix, honeybunches," she whispers into my ear. I sigh softly and smile as I return her hug. We break from our embrace and kiss each other tenderly. "I can't believe I'm here Lis...I never thought this day would ever come!" I say loudly. Lisaa laughs and helps me with my handbags as we make our way to pick up the rest of my luggage. During the drive to Flagstaff, Lisaa and I go over our itinerary again. We will stay at her place tonight, drive to Marble Canyon, AZ. Thursday morning and get a hotel there, then meet up with our "Arizona River Runner" tour guides and fellow rafters. Thursday afternoon there will be a "Getting Acquainted" barbecue for the rafters so we can meet the other 40 folks we will be spending the following 3 days with. Then after a safety meeting Friday morning we will set out on the river in our rafts. Hardly able to contain my excitement I bounce and shift in my seat as we drive along. I bombard Lisaa with question after question. She giggles at me and patiently answers all of my inquiries in turn. This will be Lisaa's second time down the river and she tells me all of the little details about the trip. We finally arrive at Lisaa's place and we both struggle to lift my tremendously over-packed duffel bag from the trunk. She playfully slaps my shorts-covered bottom and asks me if I was planning on staying all summer long. My face flushes with excitement at the slap and I caution her not to start something she isn't willing to finish. Lisaa hugs me and whispers, "What makes you think I'm not willing to finish?" We both blush softly and head into the house. Later that night I happily fall asleep in Lisaa's arms after some extended "Getting Acquainted" of our own. The next day we get up early and make the 4-hour drive to Marble Canyon. We check into a Motel 6 and then drive to the launch site to meet our guides and new rafting friends. As we walk up to the barbecue, there are maybe 20 people there so far which gives Lisaa and I a chance to meet most of them. Our rafting guides are mingling among the growing crowd and introducing themselves. The guides are easily identifiable by their matching shorts and polo-style shirts. Lisaa and I meet our two rafting guides, Jeff and Michelle. Jeff is heavily tanned with a goat-tee, average height, 22 years old and has a very outgoing personality. Michelle is also tan, very tall, and in her mid-twenties. Lisaa and I bond with them from the beginning and we spend the next few hours talking and getting to know them better. During our conversation, Jeff asks Lisaa how she and I met. Lisaa explains that we met online in a chatroom and that our relationship has blossomed from there. Then without really considering any need for discretion, I add to the discussion that the chatroom is for people with a spanking fetish. The look on Michelle's face is priceless. She and Jeff glance at each other and then she blushes heavily. Jeff however, never misses a step and says, "Hey, cool....so who spanks who?" Lisaa grins at Jeff and gives my hand a firm squeeze to inform me that I would pay for that revelation later on. I look at Lisaa and then to Jeff and Michelle and say, "Well, we take turns but I'm usually the one on the receiving end." Jeff laughs out loud while Michelle covers her ever-growing red face. By the end of the evening everyone is having a good time and feeling anxious to get on the river in the morning. The head-guide, Tim, closes the barbecue with a few instructions concerning our meeting in the morning and summarizes what we should be bringing along with us; sleeping bags, tents, toiletries and a few light changes of clothes. The rafting company will provide all of the food and other necessary gear. We say our good-byes and head back to our motels for the night. In the motel room I decide to take a shower before bed. The hot, steamy shower feels awesome and relaxes me completely. When I come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel I see Lisaa sitting on the edge of our bed in her nightshirt and panties. She is grinning at me and motioning for me to come to her. Unsuspecting anything unusual, I go over and sit on her lap in my towel. She wraps her arms around me and smells my damp hair deeply. "Mmmmm, you smell wonderful Jenn-Jenn." She says with a smile. I giggle and squirm around on her leg as she tickles me slightly. "Now....what were you thinking when you told Jeff and Michelle about our spanking interests?" Lisaa asks with a wicked grin on her face. "Ummm...well....I guess I wasn't thinking Lis." Comes my cautious reply. Lisaa looks at me and says, "I see, well...I think you did that on purpose just to get a rise out of them.... or me." I look at Lisaa innocently as I feel her begin to unravel my towel. She holds the towel open and gently pushes on me so I will stand up out of the towel. I get up and stand in front of her naked. She tosses the towel on the floor and takes my wrist and pulls me down over her lap. I wiggle a bit as she adjusts my hips to just the right spot on her lap. My bottom quivers slightly as I feel her lay her warm hand on my right cheek. After a few loving pats to my bum, Lisaa proceeds to smack my rear enthusiastically. Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! She turns my little bottom bright red within minutes and my moans and groans grow louder and louder. Scolding and spanking me to her satisfaction, Lisaa then pulls me up into her lap and gives me some much appreciated comforting. We then settle into bed for the night. The combination of a shower and a warm bottom makes me sleep like a baby. We get up early the next morning to shower, finalize our packing and checkout of our room. As I'm getting dressed I notice Lisaa looking at my duffel bag. She shakes her head and informs me that we're going to have to drastically downsize the amount of things we take with us. The rest will have to stay with the car. I pout playfully as she starts going through my bag. I sit on the edge of the bed like a little girl whose mommy is picking out clothes for her to wear. Item by item Lisaa decides what goes and what stays with an audible, "Yep" or "Nope"...tossing the items to take out onto the bed. She pulls her bag over next to the bed and starts to add my things to hers. With her bag wide open I notice something resembling a wooden hand mirror. I reach into the bag and pull it out and turn it over expecting to see an imbedded mirror on the other side. My eyes widen as I realize that this is no mirror. It's a very compact, and deceptively heavy, oak paddle! Lisaa ignores me with a broad smile on her face as she continues packing. I hold the paddle close to me and watch her finish packing. Lisaa starts to zip the bag shut and then looks at me with an extended hand. "I'm definitely not going to spend three days with you without that, Jenn, hand it over." Lisaa says with a laugh. I giggle and hand the paddle back to her so she can put it in our bag. We checkout of the motel and drive to the launch site. Lisaa and I greet our new friends then settle into a couple of empty seats to hear Tim go over some safety instructions. After the brief meeting, we are issued safety-vests and assigned our rafts. The guide's load all of our bags onto two supply rafts and inform us that departure will be in 30 minutes. Lisaa and I take this opportunity to coat ourselves in sunscreen lotion. I find myself constantly commenting on how hot it is so early in the morning. Jeff walks past and tells me that I haven't felt heat yet and to just wait until we get down into the Canyon. I smirk at him and sarcastically tell him, "Thanks." I'm wearing a white cotton tank top that leaves my shoulders, chest and upper back exposed. Lisaa carefully applies generous amounts of sunscreen to the areas I can't reach. Lisaa is wearing a light cotton T-shirt and khaki colored hiking shorts. My canvas shorts are olive colored with oversized cargo pockets. I tighten up my single ponytail and pull it through the hole in the back of my favorite SJSU Spartan baseball cap. We are set to raft! We put our safety-vests on and move to our raft to wait for Jeff, Michelle, and our fellow rafters. There will be 12 of us in the raft. When the others arrive at the raft, Michelle instructs that those who will be sitting on the inside seats should get in, while those sitting on the edge seats will help push the raft out into the water then climb on. Lisaa and I volunteer to be on the outside seats and wait for those on the inside to get into the raft. Jeff walks out into the water and grabs the front of the raft. Michelle is at the very back and there are 3 of us on each side ready to start pushing. On the left side there is a man named Rob in front of me and Lisaa is behind me. Jeff and Michelle tell us to launch the raft and we all grab the handles on the raft and wade out into the surprisingly cold water. Once we are about knee deep, Jeff hops up onto the front and instructs the rest of us to do the same. We are underway. Michelle passes out small wooden oars to those of us along the edges. She tells us to begin paddling until we get into the current. Once in the current, we begin our long journey down the Colorado River. As we float along steadily I pull my oar out of the water and set it beside me. Looking over my shoulder I notice Lisaa admiring her oar. "What's this make you think of Jenn?" she asks while pointing at the oar. I wink at her and playfully lean forward out of my seat to show her my bottom. Lisaa takes the oar and with an upward stroke, taps my butt with it a few times. We laugh and look around to see if anyone was paying attention; fortunately everyone was busy talking and admiring the pretty scenery to notice us playing. A few hours pass by and Jeff tells us that we will be going ashore soon to have lunch. He also informs us that we'll be getting into some white water this afternoon as the river narrows in the Canyon. We paddle out of the current and follow the other rafts to shore for a lunch break. This was really nice because the tour provided all of the meals and the cooking involved. Their only request was that each person helps out with chores such as cleaning up after ourselves, and collecting garbage. I'm not used to doing such things at home and quite honestly have become rather spoiled by it. After a wonderful lunch, Lisaa and the others begin pitching in to clean up so that we can get underway again. Jeff gently nudges me with his foot and says, "Hey lazybutt, we'll get going sooner if you help us clean up." I giggle and tell him that it looks like the situation is well underhand. Lisaa frowns at me as I sit on my butt. She walks over to me and whispers, "I know something else that's gonna be 'underhand' if you don't give us some help." I stick my tongue out at her and reluctantly get up and begin collecting trash. Later that afternoon we are back on the river and approaching some pretty rough water. Jeff and Michelle go over some paddling procedures with us to prepare for the wild ride. Starting to feel nervous I lean back between Lisaa's legs and look up at her. She hugs me around my neck and kisses me on the nose reassuringly. The noise of the churning water ahead grows louder and louder. We begin paddling into the river at Jeff's instructions as the roller coaster ride begins. Extreme drop-offs and quick rises through the river waves jostles everyone around in the raft. The spray and heavy mist from the violent rush of water soaks us thoroughly. My tummy does flip-flops as our raft dives down underneath a tremendous wall of water causing everyone to yell out and scream in both excitement and fear. I reach back and grab Lisaa's leg to assure myself that both of us are still in the raft. She grabs my hand and gives it a comforting squeeze. Finally, the rapids begin to subside as the river widens out between the canyon walls. We all gasp for breath and tug on our soaked clothing. Jeff turns to us and laughs and hollers in excitement about the ride we'd just endured while Michelle checks on everyone to make sure we're okay. A few miles more down the river and everyone is ready to get to shore. Our train of rafts makes its way to the rocky shore at a designated camping site. Tim and the other guides tell us that we're done rafting for the day and that we'll be setting up our overnight camp here. Damp and tired we all applaud this announcement. The supply rafts are unloaded and Lisaa and I take our bags and a two-girl tent provided by the tour. We search out a secluded spot near the edge of the campsite to set-up our tent. After several attempts we finally have our little cozy nylon shelter erected. The guides start to make supper as Lisaa and I crawl into our tent for a brief nap. After about a 45-minute nap, Lisaa wakes me with a kiss on the cheek and we change our clothes and head back to the group for supper. The meal tastes yummy as usual and we relax with our coffee as the guides take turns telling us their most memorable rafting tales. As the sun sets with brilliant colors of red and orange, the dreaded clean up begins around the campsite. Exhausted and cranky I sit and watch everyone begin to slowly rise and pitch in to help. Lisaa rubs my back, stands up and tugs on my arm gently. I look at her with a pouty face and tell her that I'm too tired to collect trash. She gives me an understanding look at first and says, "I know sweetie, but the sooner we get done the sooner we can go back to the tent." My resistance and whining becomes more pronounced as Lisaa attempts to get me to help out. The people around us give glances of disbelief at my behavior, as Lisaa grows more and more frustrated with me. Michelle comes over and tells Lisaa that its okay if I don't want to help out. Lisaa tells Michelle that it isn't okay and that a certain brat just needs an attitude adjustment. This statement surprises me and I look at Lisaa with wide eyes. Michelle blushes, and without knowing what to say next simply nods in agreement and walks away. Lisaa glares at me and grabs my wrist and gives me a strong pull until I'm on my feet. She leans in close to my face and tells me, "You march yourself back to the tent right now Jennifer Ann, unless you want all of these people to see you get a spanking right here." I see by the look on her face that she isn't kidding and I immediately turn and make a direct line for our tent. Lisaa stays behind to finish cleaning up and then tells everyone goodnight before heading back to our tent. In the tent I wait nervously with my knees pulled tight into my chest, listening for sounds of Lisaa approaching. The crickets are chirping away and the sound of the river close by lends some comfort to my anxiety. It's dark outside but our tent is illuminated from within by a battery-powered lamp. The crunching sound of rocks and sand underfoot becomes louder and louder as I hear Lisaa walking up to the tent. I remain in the corner of the tent, hugging my legs and slowly rubbing them as Lisaa unzips the flap and crawls inside. She gives me a disappointed look and says, "Do you realize how embarrassing that was?" "You were carrying on like an 8-year-old back there." I trace imaginary circles on my knees with my finger as I listen to Lisaa scold me. "We aren't going to go through that at every meal for the rest of the weekend, Jenn." "Do you understand me?" I look up at Lisaa and shrug my shoulders. "But I was tired Lis." She frowns and starts digging through her bag, "Well, we are all tired Jenn, but you didn't see anyone else whining and pouting did you?" I slowly shake my head and glance over to see Lisaa take out the small paddle from her bag. "OHHH...you don't need that Lisaa...I promise I'll help out from now on!" I plead. Lisaa sits flat on the sleeping bag that is laid out and says, "Darn right you're going to help out...and I'm about to ensure it....get your shorts off and get over my lap." I can see the frustration in her face and realize that this is going to be a very painful spanking. I whimper a bit as I wiggle out of my denim shorts. Slowly I crawl over Lisaa's legs and lay flat on her thighs. She takes a firm grip on the top of my skimpy panties and pulls them deep into my crack, exposing both cheeks fully. The discomforting sensation of my wedged panties is the least of my worries however, as I feel the cool wood paddle laid against my right cheek. The first stroke lands fast and hard on the flank of my right cheek, "CRACK!" My bottom clenches tight as the effect of the sting brings a sustained, "Ohhhhhhhhh!" from my lips. Lisaa begins alternating the smacks from cheek to cheek in a brisk and efficient manner, making sure to cover my entire bottom, "SMACK, CRACK, SMACK, CRACK, SMACK!" My hips gyrate from side to side, as I try to avoid the punishing blows. "SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT!" Tears form in my eyes from the intense sting of the paddle. "OWWW...LISAA...I'M SORRY!" come my cries. My pleading seems to encourage Lisaa on as I feel the pace quicken and the paddle get heavier on my reddening bottom. "CRACK, SMACK, CRACK, SMACK!" Lisaa pauses momentarily to let the sting take effect and to reprimand me again, "Jennifer, your behavior at lunch and supper was inexcusable...." She follows that with three more hard swats, "SWAT, SWAT, SWAT!" Hot tears flow down my cheeks as I try to muffle my cries and squeals of pain. Lisaa continues, "You were such a brat...sticking your tongue out at me...pouting...whining...being lazy..." "CRACK, CRACK, CRACK!" "You're going to be helpful at all times for the rest of this trip young lady, is that clear?" Lisaa asks with authority. Through my crying and gasping I manage to say, "Yesssssss...sob...hic...Lisaa....hic...sniff...I'll be good...sob...I promise....waaaaah!!!" Lisaa lays the paddle down and softly rubs my back as I lay over her legs, crying and heaving. "That's a good girl Jenn, that's what I wanted to hear." She caresses my back and thighs until my sobbing begins to lighten. I feel my panties being pulled back out of my crack and returned to their normal position. Soft moans and whimpers of pleasure and pain escape my mouth as Lisaa lovingly strokes my fiery red ass. She pulls me off of her lap and holds me close until my crying has stopped completely. I feel her lips press against my forehead in a kiss and then she says, "Come on, lets go outside...there's something I want to show you." I slowly get to my knees and crawl to the tent opening to follow Lisaa outside. She helps me step out and leads me by the hand through the bushes toward the river. We feel our way along in the dark for several yards until there is an opening in the underbrush. Lisaa steps behind me and wraps her arms around my waist. Her hips touching my swollen, panty covered bottom feels painful and yet comforting at the same time. She lays her chin on my shoulder, kisses my neck and tells me to look up. I lift my head back and my eyes widen in amazement. The stars in the sky are like uncountable diamonds, shimmering and sparkling at us as if a million angels were winking. Being from the city, I had never seen the sky like that before at night. Lisaa holds me close as the cool night air starts to chill us both. We silently gaze into the glistening starlight for several minutes, then I turn and kiss Lisaa and thank her for taking me on this trip. And I promise not to be such a brat, or at least try harder not to be one, for the rest of the weekend. She laughs softly and says, "Well, If you try not to be a brat, then I will try not to spank you so hard." We giggle at each other and make our way back to the tent for some after-spanking making-up, followed by a good night's sleep. Saturday and Sunday take us down the river to the end of the canyon and to the end of our ride. My paddling Friday night served as an acute reminder and a superb motivator every time clean-up time rolled around following our meals. I was the first one to get up and grab a trash bag to the delight of Lisaa and my fellow rafters. Michelle had remarked to Lisaa that my new willingness to help was an amazing transformation. Lisaa simply smiled at her and said, "Yes, you'd be surprised at how motivating a well-spanked bottom can be." Once we had beached the rafts and ate lunch Sunday afternoon, Tim informed us that we would have to hike up out of the canyon to meet up with the bus that would drive us back to Marble Canyon. The guides will haul our bags and equipment out. The hike will take 2 to 3 hours and we will be given a supply of water and some snacks to take along for energy. Hot and tired I try to refrain from complaining, at least around Lisaa. "It's too hot to hike out of here right now." I say to Jeff. "Why can't we wait until morning when it's cooler?" Jeff rubs my shoulders to encourage me and says, "C'mon Jenn, it's not that bad, the sooner you start hiking, the sooner you'll be on that big air conditioned bus!" I moan and dig through my backpack for my yellow bandana to tie around my head. Lisaa gets our supply of water from Michelle and we begin our trek up the clearly marked trail. The temperature is easily 100 degrees and my bandana quickly soaks from the perspiration. After about 45 minutes of climbing Lisaa and I stop to take a break and drink some water. As we are sitting on a large rock and wiping the sweat from our faces, I begin to whine, "This sucks! I can't believe there isn't a better way to get us out of this Canyon." Lisaa squints at me and says sarcastically, "What would you like them to do Jenn?" "Take us out of here in helicopters?" I frown and say, "Yes, that would be nice." I continue, "It's too hot Lis, I'm not going any further until the sun starts to set and it cools off." Lisaa says, "Jenn, we are the last ones on this trail, and the bus isn't going to wait forever, we don't have time to wait until sundown." "And besides, by then it'll be too dark and dangerous to try climbing this trail, we have to keep going now." I sit firmly on the rock and pout. "Stop that pouting Jenn, you know how much I hate that." Lisaa warns. "C'mon, let's get moving." I fold my arms and mumble, "No." She sits back down next to me and cups my chin in her hand and says, "Honeybunches, you and I are going up that trail right now...or you are going over my knee right here." "Which will it be?" I glare at Lisaa in silence without moving a muscle. "Okay, I guess you've made up your mind Jenn, but if you think climbing this trail was miserable before, just wait till you have to do it with a sore ass." With that Lisaa grabs my arm and pulls me over to a smaller rock to sit down on. She quickly undoes the buttons on my shorts and forcefully yanks them down to my knees. Not helping her at all, I stand there and continue to pout. Lisaa tugs my wrist and leads me over her lap. The hot sun is baking us both and my bottom is glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration as I feel my panties being peeled down to below my cheeks. Lisaa begins slapping both cheeks furiously and my immediate yelps of pain go unheard. 
"SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK!" The smacks are hard and deliberate. Lisaa makes sure both cheeks are bright red and stinging sharply before she pauses. "Okay Jenn, are you ready to stop pouting and start hiking?" Lisaa asks. My reply is a pained groan, "Yesssssss." She gives me 6 more hard slaps just to make sure, "SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK!" I let out a desperate, "Squeeeaaaaal!" as I kick my legs up and down in agony. "Good!" says Lisaa, as she lets me get up from her lap. "Now get your panties and shorts on and let's get moving, we're way behind the rest of the group." I painfully pull my panties and shorts up and quietly and obediently follow Lisaa up the trail. Once at the top, we find our group and the bus that would take us back to Marble Canyon to pick up Lisaa's car. Exhausted and well spanked, I sleep on the bus for the entire trip back. Lisaa and I drive back to her house from there and spend the night making love, as it would be our last chance to see each other for awhile. The next day she drives me to Phoenix for my departure and we say our tearful adieu's at the airline gate. This was one of the most memorable trips ever for me and although it was terribly hard to say goodbye to Lisaa, I took comfort and joy in knowing that it would not be our last adventure together. Spanking Stories These links only include sites offering a range of Spanking stories. My own story site SPANKING STORIES contains additions to the main story pages below. |
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