I think every bit of pasta and tomato sauce I had in the larder, was used up that night, in one go. I sure as hell hoped one of these ladies knew how to make pasta by hand, because I sucked at it. But it did my heart good to see all of those kids with smiling, sauce-covered faces. Bellies were full and everyone would sleep well tonight. Of particular note were the meatballs. They were made of venison and. since we lacked a grinder, that meat had been super-fine chopped by hand. They were amazing.

Once the women had all the children clean, it was time for the first “wow” factor. Mothers and children were placed around the screen and I explained to them, “Picture magic,” and then played 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.' It was a technology non-specific tale and wouldn’t cause more questions in and of itself. Within minutes, they were all absorbed deeply into the music, art, and story.

With that handled, I took all of my women into the camper. it was time for Mary’s treatment. It was also time to see their new dresses.

There was the expected confusion over the interior of the camper itself, but we got them busy immediately, to minimize the issue. Mouse was the first that Michelle took into the bathroom, in order to meet the toilet, sink, and, thank the heavens, the shower. She got her first hot shower ever.

While Mouse was busy, I had the girls introduced around to the rest of the camper. The refrigerator was exclaimed over mightily, but more surprising was their reaction to the micro-wood stove. They thought that was the coolest wood stove ever, so small, and yet, so useful.

Banshee was next into the shower and we repeated the tour with Mouse. It was fun every time. Finally, Mary got the bathroom treatment and I had a chance to tell Matilda, Michelle, and Sonya what was about to happen. Mary was going to tell her story and get her treatment. The darkened look on Mouse’s face gave them a clue of what was to come.

After Mary came out, clean and refreshed, I left to check on the movie watchers. Many of the smallest had already succumbed to sleep, but the older kids and mothers were wrapped up in the magic of Disney. It was fun to see, and a bit cheering, after everything else I’d been through, of late. I smoked a cigarette and watched a bit of the silly children’s story play out on screen.

Sadly, I still had work to do, so I returned inside to find Mouse, Mary, and Banshee all dressed up in their new dresses and looking absolutely stunning. They were all blushing, silly, and happy. It was sort of sad to put a damper on that party now, but it had to be done. I kissed each of them and expressed to them how beautiful, lovely, or divine, they each looked, and then took control of the situation.

I grabbed the single chair and sat down almost in the middle of the room. The girls all found a spot around the table except for Mary.

“Mary, did you bring your switch?” I asked in a very clear voice.

“Yes,” she said, and then grabbed it from the pile of her dirty clothes.

“Mary, do you need to be punished tonight?” I asked clearly.

She handed me the switch and said, “Yes please. Please punish me, sir.”

She always said that in a pleading voice and it always hurt to hear it.

I looked at the rest of the women. Poor Mouse had her head turned away and the rest were looking on in confusion. Banshee, of course, had a slight smile on her face. She liked this shit.

I stood up and turned Mary to face the ladies. “Mary, you must tell them your story tonight and you must tell them everything. Do you understand?” I commanded.

She was starting to shake as usual. “Yes, sir,” she said, “will you please reward me after?”

“Yes, Mary, someone will reward you. I promise.”

So shit got weird again.

Mary stripped off her dress and was naked but for the pendant. She knelt in front of the girls, but didn’t say a word. After a moment, she looked over at me and begged, “Please, sir, please!” in an urgent, pleading voice. So I obliged her with three swift Thwacks on that beautiful ass.

I thought Michelle was going to puke and Sonya looked about to explode. Mouse simply looked very sad. Sonya did start to say something, but I commanded, “Wait!” and then caressed Mary’s head.

Mary began to speak.

Mouse only made it halfway through the story this time before she had to leave in tears.

Every time Mary skipped a part, or claimed blame, she got a firm Thwack and she then told it correctly. I even made her tell about being taken and held as a slave. The story ended with me giving her the pendant.

“Mary, who’s fault was it?” I asked.

“Not m-m-mine.” She stammered.

“Very good Mary, where is Ruth Ann?” I asked.

“Right here, right here!” she cried out loudly as she grabbed the pendant.

The girls were all full-on sobbing, but Mary was aching with need for release so I simply said, “Someone. Please, she needs her reward.”

Matilda was the first one there. I don’t know how she knew, but Mary was a writhing pile of continuous orgasm within moments. She was covered in hugging, supportive women the next moment. It was still a fucking heartbreaking story.

“I’ll see you all in bed," I said, and went out to find Mouse.

**** ****

Mouse was outside the palisade, standing and looking at the stars with a faraway gaze. I simply stood next to her and smoked a cigarette.

When she spoke, it wasn’t the words I would have expected out of an ‘Indian maiden.’ Mouse simply and philosophically said, “How can the world be so cruel to one person?”

I didn’t have an answer for that, so I quietly stood next to her and contemplated the mess for myself.

She left me there soon after, and I continued to question the heavens on my own for a while. It’s good to be alone with the stars, sometimes.

The camp was completely shut down when I came back in. The fellas had done a great job, once again. I went to my tent to find out if I had somewhere to sleep.

I was sick of story time.