The Adventures of Ranger Rick (Part II) a tale by Alex B

As Rick left the ranger’s station, something was troubling him- that smoke coming from the southwest, near the lake. He called the registration office on the radio. “Hey, Pete. Have any campers signed in this morning?”
“No, it’s been pretty dead today.” Pete replied. “A couple of young gals in a jeep drove through this morning, but they didn’t check in or anything.”
“Okay, thanks.” Rick headed over to a secluded campsite at the southwest corner of the lake and sure enough, there was a campfire burning and a jeep parked nearby. He parked his truck near the campfire and looked around. There was a small tent and a couple of folding chairs near the picnic table. Apparently, the girls had set up camp without signing in. Rick sat down at the table to wait. A few minutes later, two attractive young women who appeared to be in their early twenties came wandering out of the woods. Neither of them seemed at all surprised to see him there. One had short red hair and the other was a brunette with pigtails. Rick recognized the brunette immediately. “Jill Windsor!” he said as he stood to meet them.
“Ranger Rick!” Jill answered back. She knew that Rick hated that title. Jill Windsor had been camping in Rick’s corner of the woods for years and knew exactly how to piss him off.
“Don’t call me that.” he said calmly. “What have you been up to, Jill?”
“Well, my friend and I were just looking for berries, but we couldn’t find any, could we?” The redhead nodded “no” with a flirtatious grin. “Oh, this is my friend, Denise. I told her all about you, Ranger Rick. I told her all about that time you caught me throwing cherry bombs into the lake to catch fish and how you bent me over a log and paddled my ass.”

“Yeah.” Denise chimed in. “I wish I could have seen that!”
“Uh-huh." Rick said. "Look, why don’t you just go to the registration office and sign in? You should have done that in the first place.”
“Well, you know how it is, Ranger Rick-”
“Stop saying that. You know I don’t like it. The last time you called me ‘Ranger Rick’, I took a switch to your backside." He looked to Denise. “Did she tell you about that, too?”
“Oh, she’s told me that one at least a dozen times.” Denise said, glancing at her friend knowingly. “And it gets better every time I hear it!”

“And what about this?” Rick pointed at the fire. The girls looked at each other, smirking.
“Uh, what do you mean?” Jill asked with mock innocence.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about! You’re never supposed to leave a fire unattended!”
“Oh, but Ranger Rick...” Jill started.

“That’s it!” Rick said, grabbing Jill by the wrist. She put up very little struggle as she was taken to a tree stump and even less as Rick yanked her jeans down and hauled her over his lap. Rick started spanking Jill with enthusiasm, but even as he swatted her with strokes that made his hand ache, she barely moved a muscle. Jill seemed unaffected by the spanking- almost bored. “Do me a favor.” Rick said to Denise. “Go get me my paddle out of the glove compartment of the truck. It’s not locked.” Denise smiled and hurried to do as she was told.

“What’s the matter, Ricky? Can’t cut the mustard?” Jill said over her shoulder.
“Your butt must be a lot tougher than it was last summer!” he replied.
“It is! You know, you’re not the only guy in the world who knows how to take a lady to the woodshed! With the right attitude, a brat like me can get her wagon painted anytime she pleases!” Denise returned with the paddle. She winked at Rick as she slowly slid it into his hand.
“Well that may be, young lady.” he told Jill as he yanked her panties down to her knees. “But I’m going to give you a paint job you won’t forget for a long, long time!” With that, Rick slapped her bottom with the paddle so hard that even Denise jumped with alarm. Jill’s mouth dropped open, but before she could even begin to cry out, several equally powerful swats exploded across her fanny. Jill tried to keep her composure in front of Denise, but the heat that Rick was delivering to her throbbing ass cheeks was too much to bear silently. With gaining speed, the paddle mercilessly struck her burning cheeks. Her hands clawed the dirt as she bucked wildly against Rick’s lap. She began kicking in a circular motion, almost as if she was riding a bicycle and soon she was openly weeping. Denise stood by, staring intently as Rick and the tear-jerker swiftly transformed her smug, sarcastic friend into a sobbing, remorseful little girl. Just as Jill began to make heartfelt apologies between cracks of the paddle, Denise decided to make an announcement.

“Actually, I’m the one who was supposed to put out the fire.” she said, stepping forward. “So I’m really the one you should be punishing.” Rick looked up into Denise’s gleaming green eyes, which looked far more hopeful than guilty.
“Fine. You’re next.” he said. Rick gave Jill’s glowing bottom one more resounding swat, then placed the tear-jerker on the table and brought Jill to her feet. “There! I guess you got what you wanted! Now, pull your pants up!” Still out of breath and crying, Jill hiked up her jeans and buckled her belt. Rick lead her over to a nearby tree. He turned her around so that her bottom was pressed up against rough bark. “Stand right here and don’t budge.” he told Jill, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb. Rick then turned to Denise who seemed quite resigned to her fate.

“I guess it’s my turn now.” Denise said, kicking off her boots and unbuttoning her jeans. Slightly confused, Rick watched as the young woman wriggled out of her denims and then folded them neatly on the picnic table. She stood before the ranger in nothing but a plaid flannel shirt and white ankle socks. Noticing Rick’s bewilderment, she looked at the jeans and then at him. “You were going to take them off anyway, right?” She then calmly padded up to Rick as he sat himself back down on the stump. “Now, will I be getting one of those cute little hand spankings or will you just go straight to the paddle?”

Rick knew when he was being teased and it always seemed to cause a bad taste in his mouth. He thought about the situation for a moment, then grabbed Denise around the legs, tossing her over his left shoulder. He stood as he did this and grabbed the paddle from the table. He then began swatting Denise’s bottom vigorously. Her shirt had fallen down over her head leaving her backside no protection whatsoever. Again and again Rick whacked the young lady’s naked ass as she kicked and twisted helplessly over his shoulder. He walked around slowly as he continued smacking her ass soundly. Rick seemed to be marching to the beat of the paddle as he slapped it against one cheek and then the other. Then he stood still and performed a two minute drum solo on Denise’s rosy cheeks. All the while, Denise’s shouting and cries for help were muffled underneath that thick flannel shirt. “Is this as much fun as you thought it would be?” Rick laughed as he relentlessly swatted the helpless girl’s bright red bottom. After a while, Denise managed to pull up Rick’s shirt tails and began to claw at his back with her nails. Seeing that this position had its drawbacks, Rick swiftly headed for the edge of the lake and dumped the scratching little wildcat into the shallows. He walked away, leaving Denise thrashing around in the water and yelling at the top of her lungs. Rick walked up to Jill who was now laughing hysterically.

“Do YOU want to take a swim?!” he said, pointing a threatening finger at her. Jill quickly stopped giggling.
“No, sir!” Rick went over to the picnic table, grabbed one of the two tin coffee mugs sitting there and handed it to her.
“Then go fill this up in the lake and douse the fire until it’s completely out.”
“With this?” Jill complained. “It’ll take fifty trips!”
“So get your friend over there to help you!” Rick said, handing her the other cup. Jill took the two mugs to the edge of the lake. She gave one to Denise and explained what they were to do.
“What?!” Denise shouted as she marched out of the water and up to Rick. “You know, you could have drowned me!”
“I dumped you in two feet of water, you little twerp! Now, go help your friend put out the fire, because I’m still pissed off and my arm isn’t tired at all!” Rick waved the paddle at her as he spoke. It took the young women a dozen trips apiece to put out the fire, but they worked swiftly and without complaint. “Good job.” Rick said when they were finished. “Now if you ladies want to camp here, that’s fine. Go sign up at the registration office and pay the ten dollars. If you don’t want to do that, I suggest you haul your rosy little bottoms out of my park, because I’ll be back tomorrow and if I find you’re still here without signing up, I’m going to assume you both want more of the same. Okay?”

Both woman agreed to these terms. As Rick headed back to his truck, Denise grabbed the tear-jerker from the picnic table and brought it to him. “Don’t forget this.” she said and kissed Rick full on the mouth. Their tongues met for an instant before Rick gently pushed her away.
“That’s enough of that.” he said, smiling. As he drove off, Rick could see Jill and Denise waving to him in the rear view mirror. He thought momentarily about what he would do if he were a few years younger. But it was time to get back to the station. Someone very special was waiting for him there.

The End Copyright © Alex B