Ranger Rick (Part I), a tale by Alex B

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. Mid-morning 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. It seemed odd because Rick didn’t know of any campers out that way. Deciding to investigate, Rick threw on his jacket and headed for the door. But before he could leave, he was met in the hallway by Dana Bramble who had just walked in. Dana was a counselor at Running Bear Summer Camp a few miles away. In their three year association, Rick had become more than friends with Dana. She was a buxom, twenty-five year old with short auburn hair and a winning smile. She wasn’t smiling right then, however. “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!”
“Really? 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.”
“First of all, her name is Dreyfuss- Letitia Dreyfuss. And what were you doing at the Flat Branch? You don’t drink!”
“If you must know, I was looking for you.” Dana said. “I went by your cabin last night and you weren’t there, so I figured you must have gone into town. Look, 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 fine looking woman. She is unattached and I’ve been over to her place a few times. Maybe people think we’re seeing each other.”
“No, they think you’re BANGING each other! Some say they know it for a fact!”
“Who says they know it for a fact?” “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 story from Miss Dreyfuss herself! She told Debbie that you two had a little meeting in the woods and that afterward she couldn’t ride her horse for days!” Rick thought about it a moment, then burst into laughter. “It’s not funny!” Dana shouted.
“It is if you know the whole story!”
“So is it true?” she demanded.
“Not really. I mean, I didn’t give it too her THAT hard!” Dana brought her hand across Rick’s face so fast that 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, 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 that 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 spank hard with that thing!”
“She deserved every swat she got! Anyway, I paddled her for a good minute or two and when I stood her up she was bawling and rubbing her bottom like a teenager!”
“I bet you liked that!”
“Well, she did look awful 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 spank 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 me the story, it sounded like something completely different happened out in those woods.”
“There you go, that’s how rumors get started. Somebody exaggerates, then someone else puts their spin on the story and the next thing you know there’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 trip to the woodshed!”

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 once 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.
“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.

“Oooowwww!!!” 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. With Dana in a firm scissor-hold, the paddling resumed and Rick smacked Dana’s fanny with renewed gusto.
“Yow! You big bully! Ow!”
“Go ahead, get yourself in deeper!” Rick said mockingly between cracks of the paddle. “I guess I’m just not spanking hard enough!” He started raising the paddle higher and bringing it down faster. Dana noticed the increased severity of the blows immediately.
“Oh! No! Ow! I’m sorry! Ouch! Hey, I said I'm sorry!"
“You’ll be sorrier in a minute!” Rick stood her 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 staring at the top of his desk as the paddle began a vicious assault on her bare ass cheeks. Rick held the handle of the paddle 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 straight!” he replied with a volley of swats that quickly had Dana begging for mercy. “Owww! Okay! That’s enough! Ouch! I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!” Rick ignored her pleas. Instead, he started to concentrate on the lower part of Dana’s bottom, just above her thighs- an area that Rick liked to call “the sweet spot“. After landing swat after swat to that one location for a minute or so, Dana was ready to promise anything if he’d only stop. She was yelling something to him, but her pathetic blubbering made the words incoherent. It didn’t really matter to Rick anyway. This little girl had thrown a rock at a hornet’s nest and now she was going to get stung! He continued paddling Dana’s bottom soundly as he scolded her for having such a wicked temper.
“You get yourself all worked up over nothing!” he said between swats. “Then you come up here and explode all over me! Well, you should know by now that I don’t react well to that kind of behavior! If a man talked that way to me, I’d punch his lights out!” He punctuated each thought with a particularly hard swat. Her voice too spent to yell, Dana lowered her head and whimpered as Rick continued the spanking and the lecture. “Luckily, I know how to handle a hot-headed little brat like you! You just need to have your pants pulled down and your bottom blistered now and then. I pity any man dealing with you who doesn’t figure that out!” Rick kept spanking her bottom until it was as red as a radish and her body was as limp as a noodle. He then put the tear-jerker down on the desk and pushed Dana from his lap.

“Now you hustle your hot little buns over to that corner or I’ll paddle them again!” Dana was already scampering to the corner by the time she hit the floor. She tried to run but got tripped up by her panties which were sill bunched around her ankles and fell face-first onto the bearskin rug with a loud thud. She burst into tears once again and looked over her shoulder for sympathy only to see Rick coming at her with the paddle. “You get into that corner!” he growled. Dana kicked off those troublesome panties and 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 bringing it across Dana’s vulnerable bottom with a powerful smack that sent her lunging forward. She dashed for the corner receiving two more stinging swats on the way. Dana then stood in her place and began rubbing her bottom with feverish intensity and hopping around the hardwood floor in a manner not unlike a Navajo rain dance. Rick walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Now keep that nosy little nose of yours in the corner until I get back!” he commanded. Then he ran his hands down from her shoulders to her hips. He pressed his midsection against her burning ass. Dana gasped. She could feel his hardness pressing into the crack of her raw, aching bottom. His hands slid around to cup her breasts. Dana’s eyes rolled back in her head as she quietly moaned 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 old bare-bottom express, understand?” Dana nodded in agreement. Rick picked up his keys and hat, then decided to take the paddle along as well. “But if you’re a good girl, I’ll come back here, bend you over that desk and take you from behind the way you like. After that, I think I’ll give you a hand spanking just as a reminder. Then I’ll take you into town for a steak dinner. What do you say to that?”

“Sounds real good.” Dana said over her shoulder. A big grin was coming over her tear-stained face. “Can I rub myself while you’re gone?”
“Only your backside, 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.

End of Part One Copyright © Alex B