It was just beginning to become a dark and stormy night when the door to the hut creaked open and the girl strode in. I had just got the fire started and was boiling water for my noodles and turned around in some surprise.
"Room for one more?" she asked in what I guessed was a Canadian accent. She was in her mid twenties, red hair, fit looking and, I noticed after she'd shrugged out of her backpack and hiking jacket, the owner of a sensational rack, which she caught me trying not to get caught looking at.
I was surprised. This time of year you could usually count on having the huts on this track to yourself, and hardly anyone started out so late as to get in just on sunset as the weather could turn nasty without warning. Well, if I couldn't have the place to myself, this was a pretty good alternative.
"Hi, I'm Dan." I held out my hand. "You're cutting it pretty fine. Pretty big hike to go solo on."
"I was just about to say the same to you!" she replied, with a grin. "Sarah. My friends bailed on me at the last minute, but I decided to go anyway. Mind if I use your fire?"
As we cooked our meals I learned she was indeed from Canada. A keen bushwalker, she had heard about this 5 day walk on her travels. There were public huts at the end of each day's hike on a first-in-or-pitch-a-tent-if-full basis. The friends she was travelling with had decided to head for the clubs at the capital city instead.
I was conscious of trying to put her at her ease as we talked, my being a stranger in the wilderness, though she seemed perfectly relaxed and could clearly look after herself.
After I'd fished the brandy from my pack and poured us both a measure, she gestured to an old chess set in the corner. "You play?"
I'd played quite a bit back at uni and we set up the board. Our conversation continued while we played and she was wonderful company. I won reasonably handily after about half an hour and about a third of the brandy.
"Well that was a bit quick. Fancy another game?"
"Sure," I said.
As we set up again she asked casually "Fancy making it interesting?"
My heart started pounding. This sounded promising, but I decided to play it cool.
"Loser does the washing up?" I asked.
"Ha! That's two bowls and a couple of spoons!" She scoffed. "I always find I play better when there's something at stake."
"Well I think I've got some cash if you'd like to-"
"I said interesting! How about the loser gets a spanking?"
"A spanking?" I said, taken aback.
"That's right! Pants down bare-assed spanking. Until the winner decides the loser's learned not to make stupid bets. I trust you to be a gentleman, Dan. Apart from the spanking of course. Not scared are you?"
Well that decided it, she was pretty good, but from the first game I was pretty sure I had her measure and though I wasn't sure about hitting a girl, but I certainly wouldn't mind having Sarah's bare ass over my lap. I'd let her off, with a few love taps then see if she'd be interested in an alternate method of paying her forfeit. It would be the gentlemanly thing to do. "Okay, but totally naked."
"Ooh! High roller! You're on!"
The second game was considerably more intense. Either she'd been foxing in the first game or she really did play better when the stakes were high. I'd never spanked a girl before and the thought of it made my bishop stand to attention, so to speak. For that matter, I'd never been on the receiving end of a spanking either and the thought that this might actually happen, combined with the view when she leant over the board in her tight, low-cut t-shirt was extremely distracting, and to my horror I lost my queen out of pure inattention.
She grinned as she took it off the board. "Sitting comfortably?" she asked pointedly. I smiled back weakly, my blood running cold, realising I was very likely in for a humiliating evening.
It was a procession after that and when she finally said checkmate I couldn't make eye contact with her. I just sat and awaited my fate.
She stretched her arms luxuriously over her head, her breasts straining her t-shirt, grinning broadly at me. She really was incredibly cute, the perfect girl-next-door. Perhaps she'd been joking about the spanking.
"Well, here we are," she said, pouring herself some more brandy. "Dutch courage?" she asked, indicating my tumbler. I nodded.
"Time to settle up, if that's okay with you," she said in a friendly fashion as if bare-assed spankings happened all the time.
I nodded dumbly. "You're not seriously going to-" my voice petered out.
She looked a little disappointed and said "It's okay Dan, I'm not a monster. If you want to chicken out, no hard feelings. Just a bit of fun. Might have taught you to pay more attention to your queen anyway."
We both laughed at that and I thought what the hell. We were alone in the wilderness. Nobody else was going to turn up tonight. She was from overseas and who would ever know? Besides, the honour of my country was at stake and while she looked very fit for a girl, how much could it hurt?
"A bet's a bet." I said, knocking back the full measure of brandy. That might have explained my voice being hoarse when I asked "How do you want me?"
"That's the spirit!" Sarah chirped gleefully clapping her hands together. She stood and placed her wooden straight-backed chair in the middle of the room. She sat, folded her arms expectantly and cheerfully commanded, "Okay, strip!"
The wind howled outside and rain spattered the windows, but it was warm inside the hut. The brandy burned in my gut and my face burned red with embarrassment. I stood reluctantly and unbuttoned my shirt.
I hesitated and she cocked her head.
"Come on, spoils of war and all that. Let's see it! I promise you'll be able to walk tomorrow!" She held up her hands, palms facing me, as though showing me the objects of my punishment would prove it wasn't going to be all that bad.
Also, a small part of me was getting increasingly turned on.
"A bet's a bet." I muttered, unbuttoned my cargo shorts and dropped them to the floor.
I stood in front of her in my jocks, my cock tenting them quite obviously. I resisted the urge to cover up but didn't know what to do with my hands.
She waggled her index finger at my jocks and I whisked them down in a hurry to get it over with. I kicked them into a corner to avoid her gaze, which had the disadvantage of making my erection bounce around hilariously as her stifled giggle showed.
That done, I finally decided to put my hands behind my back, holding in my stomach. I'm pretty fit, I do a lot of walking, but it's pretty hard not to feel self-conscious standing stark naked in front of a gorgeous fully dressed virtual stranger in the middle of nowhere. Who was about to give you a spanking. How the hell had this happened?
"Well, part of you seems to be enjoying proceedings!" she said, eyes on my erection. She was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans which left her creamy thighs mostly bare. She parted them slightly and when she said "we'll just tuck that in there." I nearly came on the spot.
She patted her thighs enthusiastically "Come on, over you go!" and when I hesitated, she grabbed my cock and used it as a handle to drag me to her right side. She looked up at me with gorgeous green eyes. "Sooner we start, sooner it's over! It could have been me about to get a red ass, a bet's a bet."
I awkwardly draped myself over her lap. She grabbed my hips and with a slightly worrying strength, maneuvered me so my hard-on slipped between her silky thighs. She clamped then together and I was so worried about having an accident right there that her hiking me up even further went without a struggle.
The blood rushed to my head. This was incredibly humiliating.
"I've never spanked anyone before," she said, tentatively rubbing my buttocks.
"Well we can forget the whole thing if you like," I said without much hope.
"I'm a fast learner. Okay Dan, time to get your bum smacked!" Sarah said gleefully.
SMACK!
She hit my right cheek. Okay, that wasn't too bad. The echo of it pinged around the hut. The bark was worse than the bite I thought as she laid another one on my left.
"Ooh, your bum wobbles when I whack it!" she said and got stuck in.
She got into a steady left-right-left-right rhythm.