Part 3 - Granddaughter cuts her own switches!
Megan watched her Grandad turn on a two lane road, then to a dirt road through a wide valley. There was little change in the ride or scenery until they turned to climb up the north side. Still in two wheel drive, but down-shifted to third gear, the Jeep climbed high enough to offer occasional views of the surrounding mountains through the trees. When the trail turned to switch-backs up the mountain, they passed a sign announcing that 4x4 is required beyond this point. However, Grandad kept it in 2wd though the trail did get a little rougher. After another twenty minuets, they leveled out on a small wooded plateau. When a clearing opened up on the south side, Grandad backed into it. He told his Granddaughter that this was "a room with a view"! At 6PM, they quickly unloaded and, with Megan helping and grandfather's guidance; the tent was set up and air mattress inflated with the small compressor running off the Jeep's battery. Dinner was heated and consumed by head lamps as they both added layers as the sun sank and the temperature dropped. After a quick clean-up and a trip to the bushes they retired to the 3 man dome tent. Megan climbed into a North Face bag and warmed up quickly. Grandad offered her a choice of books to read, she fell asleep reading: "Dancing with Wolfs" by Nicki Flin. When Grandad noticed her slumber, he put her arms under the bag, zipped it up, placed the book aside, removed and turned off her light.
Waking up with the glow of the morning sun on the tent, Megan noticed that her Grandfather wasn't there, but his bag was back in it's stuff sack and somehow, his air-mattress was rolled back into the shape of a soda can? She looked down at Flin's book and realized that though Grandad handed it to her, her parents would yank that very adult book right out of her hands.She rolled on to her back and was disappointed that the soreness had diminished so much. While lamenting that change, she heard the burner of the coleman stove and realized that breakfast and warm tea would be ready soon! She quickly pulled her slacks and jacket on, slid out of the bag and made her way back to the bushes before joining her grandfather. They settled down to eat and enjoy the morning. Just as she started to ask about something she read in the book before falling asleep,Grandad asked her if she thought her sister would enjoy this spot. Her mood changed as rapidity as a tanager's can. This was HER spot and this was HER Grand and the thought of sharing him with that brat soured her. She started to bad-mouth her sister, but caught herself thinking how much she would like to see Elisabeth being spanked. So instead, Megan suggested that next year they could fly west together. Grandad replied that she didn't answer his question, and went on to add that the last time he saw the two of them together all they did was fight. Megan offered that surly he could keep the two of us in-line. He replied that that was more work then he cared for and it was only fair that Elisabeth have the same experience.
Sibling rivalry got the better of Megan as she transitioned from a young women's poise to c***dish behavior and lashed out at her Grandad. He simply grabbed her and pulled her over his knee. She didn't fight - she knew that this was what she needed - and what she deserved. The hand spanking hurt more then yesterday as her bottom was more tinder. Megan felt the cool air on her legs when he pulled her slacks down, But having her bottom bared a few minuets later was something she'd already learned to relish. He healed her with his left arm - but she was holding position well - only moving from side to side and murmuring when a hard swat landed after a string of moderate ones. She as coloring up nicely till Grandad stopped and told her to get up.She did and stood with her pants around her ankles as he rose and walked to the back of the jeep to open the toolbox. He returned with a small pair of pruning sheers. He told her to remove her slacks. After she awkwardly removed them, he placed the sheers in one of her hands and grabbed her other hand. Grandad pointed towards the brush on the side of the trail and told her to cut 5 branches the size of her index finger and one the width of her little finger. After that he requested that she take the utility knife and trim them. When this was done, she was to let him know and walk over to the fallen tree and place herself over it. She replied "yes sir" to each request.
The switches stung with incredible pain. After 20 stripes were rudely applied to her ass, she was a quivering in pain - but grateful that he paused. The rush from her endorphins over took her and she looked back at him with a blissful expression that quickly evaporated when he started on the next set of 20. Grandad told her to try to exhale after each stroke - she nodded her head - but the additional concentration required was difficult. She managed it a few times and it did help her cope with the pain. Her whole body shook as tears filled her eyes at the end of the second set. Thankfully, her endorphins didn't let her down. The next set was with the thin switch - to the back of her legs!!? It stung worse and it was all she could do to hold position dancing in place as the switch did it's work striping her legs. The last set was applied concentrating on the junction between her legs and ass - she started screaming with each additional application of the switch. At the end of that set she was told to wait where she was until he returned with a boodle of lotion.The 60 stripes merged into scarlet and purple hews streaking across her ass . When she was well tended to, she rose and turned around to hug her grandfather.He dried the tears running down her cheeks and held her tight again. She was limp in his embrace, and she could only manage to whisper into his ear two words: thank-you
Waking up with the glow of the morning sun on the tent, Megan noticed that her Grandfather wasn't there, but his bag was back in it's stuff sack and somehow, his air-mattress was rolled back into the shape of a soda can? She looked down at Flin's book and realized that though Grandad handed it to her, her parents would yank that very adult book right out of her hands.She rolled on to her back and was disappointed that the soreness had diminished so much. While lamenting that change, she heard the burner of the coleman stove and realized that breakfast and warm tea would be ready soon! She quickly pulled her slacks and jacket on, slid out of the bag and made her way back to the bushes before joining her grandfather. They settled down to eat and enjoy the morning. Just as she started to ask about something she read in the book before falling asleep,Grandad asked her if she thought her sister would enjoy this spot. Her mood changed as rapidity as a tanager's can. This was HER spot and this was HER Grand and the thought of sharing him with that brat soured her. She started to bad-mouth her sister, but caught herself thinking how much she would like to see Elisabeth being spanked. So instead, Megan suggested that next year they could fly west together. Grandad replied that she didn't answer his question, and went on to add that the last time he saw the two of them together all they did was fight. Megan offered that surly he could keep the two of us in-line. He replied that that was more work then he cared for and it was only fair that Elisabeth have the same experience.
Sibling rivalry got the better of Megan as she transitioned from a young women's poise to c***dish behavior and lashed out at her Grandad. He simply grabbed her and pulled her over his knee. She didn't fight - she knew that this was what she needed - and what she deserved. The hand spanking hurt more then yesterday as her bottom was more tinder. Megan felt the cool air on her legs when he pulled her slacks down, But having her bottom bared a few minuets later was something she'd already learned to relish. He healed her with his left arm - but she was holding position well - only moving from side to side and murmuring when a hard swat landed after a string of moderate ones. She as coloring up nicely till Grandad stopped and told her to get up.She did and stood with her pants around her ankles as he rose and walked to the back of the jeep to open the toolbox. He returned with a small pair of pruning sheers. He told her to remove her slacks. After she awkwardly removed them, he placed the sheers in one of her hands and grabbed her other hand. Grandad pointed towards the brush on the side of the trail and told her to cut 5 branches the size of her index finger and one the width of her little finger. After that he requested that she take the utility knife and trim them. When this was done, she was to let him know and walk over to the fallen tree and place herself over it. She replied "yes sir" to each request.
The switches stung with incredible pain. After 20 stripes were rudely applied to her ass, she was a quivering in pain - but grateful that he paused. The rush from her endorphins over took her and she looked back at him with a blissful expression that quickly evaporated when he started on the next set of 20. Grandad told her to try to exhale after each stroke - she nodded her head - but the additional concentration required was difficult. She managed it a few times and it did help her cope with the pain. Her whole body shook as tears filled her eyes at the end of the second set. Thankfully, her endorphins didn't let her down. The next set was with the thin switch - to the back of her legs!!? It stung worse and it was all she could do to hold position dancing in place as the switch did it's work striping her legs. The last set was applied concentrating on the junction between her legs and ass - she started screaming with each additional application of the switch. At the end of that set she was told to wait where she was until he returned with a boodle of lotion.The 60 stripes merged into scarlet and purple hews streaking across her ass . When she was well tended to, she rose and turned around to hug her grandfather.He dried the tears running down her cheeks and held her tight again. She was limp in his embrace, and she could only manage to whisper into his ear two words: thank-you
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