There was a gentle wind blowing off the lake. From where he stood in the ranger's station, Rick Breyer could see the tips of a thousand Douglas firs bending with the breeze. The treetops rolled like a dark green ocean. Rick poured himself a cup of coffee and picked up his binoculars. Taking a sip, he put the high-powered lenses to his eyes and scanned the woods. Midmorning is a good time of the day for a forest ranger, there's nothing much to do, the coffee is fresh and the world looks perfect. His gaze meandered past the trees, over the bluffs and across the lake. He focused in on a small trail of smoke coming from the southwest corner of the woods. This seemed odd because Rick didn't know of any campers out that way.Deciding to investigate, he put on his jacket and headed for the door. Rick was met in the hallway by his girlfriend, Dana Barton, a counselor at Running Bear Summer Camp. Dana was a buxom woman with short auburn hair and a winning smile. She wasn't smiling right then, though. "I want to talk to you!" she stated, planting herself between the ranger and the door." "You mean you want to talk at me, don't you?" "I'm serious!" Dana said. "There's a rumor going around about you and that horse rancher from the valley!" "Where did you hear this rumor?" Rick asked. "At the Flat Branch Bar. I heard folks talking about you and that Davis woman just last night." "Her name is Letitia Dreyfuss. And what were you doing at the Flat Branch? You don't even drink!" "Don't try to change the subject! People are talking about you and that woman and it just doesn't look very... professional!" "Well, what are they saying?" he asked. "What do you think they're saying?!" "I don't know! She's a good looking woman. She unattached and I've been over to her place a few times. Maybe people think we're seeing each other." "They think you're up to more than that! Some say they know it for a fact!" "Who told you that?!" "Debbie Morrow! Dana shot back. "She's heard all about it!" "Oh, come on! She's a waitress in a bar! She's bound to hear all kinds of wild stories!" "Debbie heard this one from Ms. Dreyfuss herself! She told Debbie that you two had a little meeting in the woods and that afterwards she couldn't ride her horse for days!" Rick thought about it a moment, then began laughing. "I didn't give it to her all that hard." he finally said Dana brought her hand across Rick's face so fast he almost bit his tongue. "You bastard!" she hissed as she turned to leave. Rick snapped out of his momentary daze and grabbed Dana by the arm. "Hey, now wait a minute!" "Get away!" Dana said, trying to slap him again. But this time, Rick grabbed her other arm before she could strike. He held Dana's arms at her sides as he calmly spoke. "Hold on, now. I think you misunderstood." he said, guiding Dana to a nearby chair and sitting her down. "I did run into Letitia in the woods the other day and we did have a little meeting, but believe me, it was anything but friendly! See, I found her riding her horse near the east side of the lake which is way off the horse trail. I drove up and told her that it wasn't a safe place for riding and offered to escort her back to the trail. She argued for a while then gave me the old one-fingered salute and rode off. So I got back in my truck and followed her until I had her cornered near the foothills. I was so angry by then I was thinking about hauling her into the sheriff's office, but then I had a better idea. I remembered that trusty oak paddle of mine in the glove box, so I decided to give her a taste of the Tear-Jerker." "You didn't!" Dana gasped. "I did! And you should have seen the look on her face when I came out of the truck with that paddle in my hand!" "Did she make a run for it?" "She didn't have time. I dragged her down off that horse and over to a fallen tree before she could blink. Then I hauled her over my lap and started whacking her fanny. Boy, did she start yelling, worse than you do!" "I don't blame her!" Dana said, remembering her last encounter with that particular paddle. "You really know how to swing that thing!" "She deserved every lick she got! Anyway, I paddled her for a good minute or two and when I stood her up she was bawling and rubbing her ass!" "I bet you liked that!" "Well, she did look awfully cute. Not as cute as you, of course." Rick lifted Dana's chin with his right hand. He leaned in and their lips met in a soft kiss. All the tension in Dana's body fell to the floor. "So all you did was paddle her?" she whispered as she wrapped her arms around Rick's shoulders. "Yeah." he whispered back. "Then I told her that next time I caught her, I'd use my belt. After she stopped crying, she apologized, got on her horse and rode away. So she couldn't have been that sore! She must have been exaggerating when she told the story to Debbie." "Not only that," Dana added. "But the way Debbie told the story, it sounded like something completely different happened out in there." "See how rumors get started? Somebody exaggerates, then someone else puts their spin on the story and the next thing you know it's a big scandal! I think I'll drop by the Flat Branch this weekend. Let's see if Debbie can talk her way out of her own!" They both laughed as they shared a tight embrace. Rick picked Dana up in his arms and sat her down on the edge of the desk. She wrapped her legs around Rick's waist as they kissed again. "Still mad at me?" Rick asked. "Well, I'm a bit jealous. I thought you made that paddle to use on me, not some uppity bitch from the valley!" "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that." Rick replied. Out of the corner of her eye, Dana could see that Rick was reaching into the desk drawer and taking out the paddle in question. She squealed and tried to break away, but Rick had already grabbed hold of her left arm.It was a short struggle that ended with Rick sitting on the edge of his desk and Dana pinned over his lap. "What did you think was going to happen? You slapped my face, you little brat!" "I was angry!" Dana explained. "Yeah? Well, now I'm angry!" Rick said, lifting the paddle. "Wait! You can at least let me apologize!" "You'll have plenty of time for that while you're standing in the corner!" With that, Rick brought the paddle down with a loud smack across the young woman's denim-covered bottom. "Ow!!!" Dana shouted. She started to squirm right away, so Rick got a firmer grip on her waist and threw his right leg over her calves. "Hold still!" he spat. With Dana in a firm scissor-hold, the paddling resumed, Rick smacking Dana's backside with renewed gusto. "Yeow! You big bully!" "Go ahead, get yourself in deeper," Rick said between cracks of the paddle. "I guess I'm not spanking hard enough." Rick started raising the paddle higher and bringing it down faster. Dana noticed the increased severity of the blows immediately. "Oh! Ow! I'm sorry! Ouch! Hey, I said I'm sorry!" "You'll be sorrier in a minute." Rick stood Dana up and quickly unbuckled her jeans. Stunned and out of breath, all Dana could do was stand and watch as he yanked her pants and panties down past her thighs. The next thing she knew, she was back over Rick's knee as the paddle began a vicious assault on her bare ass cheeks. Rick held the handle of the Tear-Jerker tightly and swung the flat end with vigor as Dana began to kick and cry out loud. "Ooh! Rick, please! Ow! I promise I'll- Ouch! I'll never hit you again!" "Damn skippy!" he replied with a volley of swats that quickly had Dana begging for mercy. After a minute or so, Dana was ready to promise anything to end the paddling. "Pleeeeeese!" she wailed. Finally, Rick stopped and pushed Dana from his lap causing her to topple over and land smack on her burning bottom. "Ooh!" she cried. "Now, you hustle your hot little buns over to that corner or I'll spank 'em again." Rick said. Dana scrambled to her feet but not before the tear-jerker caught her left cheek with a loud smack. This knocked her off balance and she fell forward onto the palms of her hands with her bottom high in the air. It was an irresistible target. Rick swung the paddle like a polo mallet and delivered to Dana's vulnerable bottom a powerful swat that sent her lunging forward. She dashed for the corner receiving two more stinging swats along the way. "You keep that nosy little nose of yours in that corner until I get back." Rick said as he approached Dana from behind. He placed his on her hips and pressed his midsection against her burning backside. "Ahhh." Dana gasped. She could feel his hardness pressing into the crack of her raw, aching bottom. Rick's hands slid around to cup her breasts. Dana's eyes rolled back in her head as Rick whispered in her ear. "I'll be gone half an hour- maybe a bit longer and if you've moved one step from that spot before I get back, you're going to take another trip on the bare-bottom express, understand?" "Mmm!" Dana grunted in agreement. Rick picked up his keys and hat, then decided to take the paddle along as well. "But if you're good, I'll come back here, bend you over that desk and take you the way you like it. After that, I think I'll give you a quick hand spanking, just as a reminder. Then we'll go into town for a steak. What do you say to that?" "Sounds real good." Dana sighed over her shoulder, sniffling a little as she spoke. A big grin was coming over her tear-stained face. "Can I rub myself while you're gone?" "Only your rear end, honey. I want the rest of you waiting for me." "Hurry back then." Dana purred as she ran her hands seductively over the reddened cheeks of her ass. Rick's mouth had gone too dry to answer and so he simply headed out the door. THE END
