Erotic Adventures of a Teenage Girl: A Journey of Humiliation and Reckoning

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The jurywoman sat and another jurywoman stood. "Everyone has their weak moments or their moments of defeat. Tell us of a time when someone caused you pain and humiliation and what you did to get even."

Evelyn thought for a long time. It was almost as though she wanted the jury to think that she had to think long and hard to come up with a time when she had been defeated, which is exactly what she was doing. Then she began, "That would also be in my teenaged years. A little episode with Linda Martin. My parents liked to send me to a camp for a few weeks each summer. They thought it would do me good to get to know nature and all of that.

I was in a cabin of six girls. They were all from really old money east coast money and treated me like dirt at first, but then they started to accept me, or at least I thought they did until we went swimming at the other end of the lake. We weren't supposed be down there and that made it all the more thrilling. It was a warm day and that end of the lake was pretty deserted. We walked down on a rather overgrown trail. There was an abandoned cabin with an old beach area. Linda said, "This side of the lake used to be privately owned. The camp bought it only recently after the couple that owned it died. I think it took forever to settle the estate and finally get clear title and all of that. They plan to do something with it eventually, but for now it is a great place to swim."

I pointed out to her that we didn't have our swimsuits with us and all of the girls started laughing. "Do you mean you've never been skinny dipping?" one of them asked. Linda added, "She probably has never been naked outside of her bathroom." Then they all laughed again.

I looked around and there was no one anywhere near, so I began sliding off my shorts and top. Soon we were splashing in the warm water. I was really having fun until one of the girls screamed. It was more of a yelp than a scream, but she was pointing at the shore where several boys were standing there holding our clothes.

Linda yelled at them, "What do you creeps want?"

One of them yelled back, "You aren't supposed to be down at this end of the lake, and you seem to have forgotten your swimsuits. What will your parents say when the camp calls them and tells them that they are shipping you home?"

All of the other girls started blubbering and begging the boys not to tell on them. Then the leader of the boys said, "We are honor bound to turn you in. You have to be punished for what you have done."

Linda replied, "Maybe we can work something out."

He answered, "What do you have in mind?"

"Maybe you could punish us and then you wouldn't have to tell anyone."

The boys made a big show of talking among themselves and then the leader said, "OK. For your punishment we decree an old-fashioned spanking. Ten swats to each of you, and then you can get dressed and go back to camp."

Linda looked scared and asked, "How do we know you won't turn us in anyway?"

"You have to just trust us. Besides, after we spank you, you have as much on us as we do on you."

Linda turned and said to us, "I don't think we have much choice. I guess you're first Evelyn."

I turned at looked at the other girls, but they just shrugged and sort of lined up behind me. We walked into the shallows where the boys had pulled a bench into the water. The leader was sitting on

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