Camping with Mama Part Two

Two hours later I awoke to the sound of Mama opening the zipper of my tent. I rolled over to see if her disappointed eyes had softened while I was sleeping. To my relief they had. Unfortunately, I knew I still had a bedtime spanking to follow tonight.

“Up you get, Sunny. It’s time to go into town and do our laundry.”


“Okay, Mama. I’m sorry you had to spank me.”


“I know you are. Come here to me, baby girl.”


Out of my cozy sleeping bag, I climbed, slipping my shorts back on and heading out of the tent into Mama’s open arms. Wrapping my arms around her waist I held onto her feeling for the forgiveness and love, I always felt for when she held me.


“I’m sorry, I freaked out on Thursday.”


“I know you are, Sunny. And I forgive you. But you’re still getting spanked tonight before bed.”


“I know.”

“But right now, we’re going to head into town, do our laundry, maybe do a little shopping, and have some downtime before next week's campers come in.”


“Okay, Mama.”


“And Sunny, I don’t want any misbehaving while we’re in town. Understand me?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Or as well as being spanked before bed there will be no partaking in alcoholic beverages tonight. Understand?”


“I still get to drink with everyone tonight?”


“Only if you behave in town today. Understand?”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


With our laundry in hand, we headed into town with the other staff. We had a good day; we took over the only laundry mat in town. It’s a great location, really, in between loads we ran to the store and Timmies. On the way back to the camp we stopped off at the LCBO to get alcohol. Even though I knew I was still getting spanked that night I was proud of myself for behaving the way I did in town. I usually don’t behave well in large groups. I was excited to drink with my friends. After a couple hours of relaxing with my friends and a couple of drinks, Mama decided it was time for me to go to bed. I was exhausted and needed to be in bed early. Off we headed down to my campsite at the back of the camp. I really wasn’t up for getting spanked again. I was still incredibly sore and didn’t think I could take another one so soon. I wasn’t about to fight Mama on it though. I know from experience that when I fight her too hard, I usually get spanked harder or longer. Finally, we arrived at my tent. Mama climbed in first situating herself on my air mattress.


“Alright, Sunshine shorts down and come here.”


“Please, Mama? Not bare?”


“No, you don’t. Come here.”

Removing my shorts, I obeyed. Over Mama’s lap, I went with only my panties to protect my already bruised, battered, and well-punished bottom. I didn’t know where I was going to find the strength to submit to this punishment fully. I was petrified that I wasn’t going to be able to hold position; something that always annoys Mama.


“You know that Thursday’s behaviour was completely unacceptable, right.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“You will be having a set bedtime this week because this behaviour won’t be happening again.”

“Okay, Mama.”


“Because that behaviour was not very fair to the girls, was it?”


“No Ma’am. But you already spanked me earlier today.”


“I know I did. But we’re going to make sure you remember, that kind of behaviour is unacceptable. Agreed?”


“Yes, Ma’am. I guess. Can we just do this then.”


Apparently, that was all I needed to say. Mama started to spank me with her hand. It didn’t take any time for me to start trying to get out of it. I was so sore already Mama’s hand felt like a hundred paddles biting into my tender flesh. I started trying to roll off of Mama’s lap with no luck, she firmly held me on her lap never missing a swat. I didn’t think I could handle much more. 

“Please, Mama? Stop!”


“No, Sunshine. We’re not done yet.”


Mama continued to spank me. Tears started rolling down my face. My bottom felt like it was four thousand degrees. I was trying everything to get out of Mama's firm grasp. The more I fought the firmer Mama’s grasp became. Finally, the spanks started to slow and became fewer. My breathing started to slow as my tears started becoming less. Rubbing my back Mama said something I really didn’t what to hear at that point.


“Reach in your bag and get me the hairbrush.”


“No Mama, please?” I cried.


“Now, Sunshine.”


I had no choice but to obey. I reached in and dug out the dreaded hairbrush. I handed it to Mama then buried my head into my pillow. I didn’t think my butt could take anymore and couldn’t understand why Mama seemed to think I could. Hadn’t I been punished enough? I was sure my bottom must have been purple by now.


“Are you ready for this Sunshine?”


“No, Ma’am.”


“Why?”


“I don’t want the hairbrush too.”


“Well, I didn’t want you to throw a tantrum and beat the crap out of the walls either. So too bad, you’re getting the hairbrush too.”


“Please?”


But please fell on deaf ears. I bit into my pillow preparing for a long dose of the hairbrush. But what I got was 10 very firm swats; enough to remind me how the hairbrush felt on a tender bottom but not enough that I couldn’t hold my position. Mama rolled me over up onto her lap. Holding me like a little baby as the last few tears escaped my eyes. After which she placed me into my open sleeping bag tendered bottom up so she could remove my panties to put lotion on my stinging bottom. Zipping me into my sleeping bag Mama kissed my tear-stained cheek.


“You go to sleep now, baby girl.”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“That’s my good girl.”


“Thank you.”


“Love you.”


“Love you too, Mama.”


“No more tantrums, Sunshine.”


“No more I promise, Mama.”


“Go to sleep. Tomorrow is a new day.”


With that Mama zipped me into the tent and went back up to the front of the camp. Soon I drifted away into a deep sleep. Hoping, next week would be better.