Summer at Pond Cove Ch. 04

Like I said, it's boring.

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Holly read what I have written so far and she thinks that I am sliding into one of my bad moods and not remembering any of the good-- or at least interesting-- things. I sort of have two moods. Either I am frenetically getting everything done and telling people how great things are going... or I am sitting around moping and complaining that everything is terrible.

Holly says that when I am in my bad mood, I forget all of the good things. She says I should write about the contest we had yesterday. Puddy tat found some bows and arrows in one of the sheds. There were four targets, too, so we pulled it all out and set them up next to the cabin.

The bows were pretty simple and the arrows were old, target-style ones with regular feathers, but they were fun to use. While we were shooting, the Mistresses sat on the porch watching us. Cynthia said, "We should have a contest."

Holly objected. "Wait a minute!" she said, looking intently at cynthia. "If you are suggesting the contest, then you think you can win. You must have some experience with bows and arrows."

Cynthia just smiled back at us.

Puddy tat said, "Maybe we have to have a contest in several areas. We could shoot the bows, swim to the other end of the cove, kayak back, and then race around the cove."

"Whoa!" I yelled. "It's two miles to the other end of the cove. I would tire out and drown before we got there. And even if I did, it's at least five miles around pond cove."

"Yeah," holly said, "and the seaward side has all those big rocks."

Mistress Gloria overheard us and started laughing. "I think we would enjoy watching a little competition," she said. Then turning to Mistress Sam and Mistress Tracey she asked, "What do you think?"

"I think puddy tat has a good idea," Mistress Tracey said, "but it needs a few tweaks. They shoot their arrows first, like puddy tat suggested, but the kayaks should be waiting for them about a hundred yards out. Then they paddle to the other end and run back on the sandy, landward side of the cove."

Mistress Sam replied, "That sounds good." Then she added ominously, "... but there needs to be some incentive to make sure they all give it their best."

"Hmm," said Mistress Gloria, "that might be difficult. What is punishment for puddy tat or cynthia might be pleasure for holly or even weird worm. So it has to be something they would all hate."

"Vanity, vanity," Mistress Tracey said slowly, "there is no greater punishment than an attack on one's vanity."

"What are you suggesting?" asked Mistress Sam.

"All four of them are very vain about their hair," Mistress Tracey answered. "Even weird worm walter is always making sure his hair is properly in place. I am suggesting that the loser loses her... or his hair... all of it."

"None of them have anything from the neck down," Mistress Gloria said, "so that means they would be risking their hair and eyebrows."

All four of us gasped and looked at each other. "Mistresses, please," puddy tat stammered out, "I didn't mean something so severe as that."

"I did," Mistress Tracey answered coldly. "You four have been getting much to independent lately. I think it is time for you to be reminded who is in charge."

Mistress Gloria started barking out orders. "Puddy tat, you move those four targets over to the beach. Cynthia, you help Mistress Sam take four kayaks out about a hundred yards into the pond. Tow that wooden swim raft out there and drop both of its anchors to hold it in place. You can tie the kayaks off to the raft. Worm and holly, you make sure that there are at least six good arrows for each of the four bows."

We all yelled "Yes, Mistress," and scampered off to our appointed tasks. About twenty minutes later the four of us were standing on the beach each holding a bow. Six arrows were stuck into the sand at our feet.

"This is the way it is going to work," Mistress Tracey said sternly. "When I say go, you start shooting at the targets. Once you have one arrow in the red bulls' eye... or two in the blue or closer... or three on the target, you run for the water and swim for the raft where the kayaks are tied up. You paddle as fast as you can for the dock at Uncle Walter's cabin, tie your kayak up there and run back here on the beach."

She paused to look at each of us and then said, "Does everyone understand that?"

"Yes, Mistress Tracey," we answered in unison.

In response she yelled, "GO!" and we each grabbed an arrow and tried our first shot.

Holly put hers in the blue; Puddy tat barely hit the target, but it stuck in the white; Cynthia totally missed her target; and I... I put an arrow almost in the middle of the bulls eye.

I stood there staring at it until holly yelled at me, "Run, stupid."

I ran into the water and pushed myself into the deeper portion so I could start swimming. Behind me I could hear the thunk of more arrows hitting the targets. Holly must have hit another blue because I heard someone splashing close behind me. After another "thunk" I heard someone else enter the water. I was almost at the raft when I heard more thunks and whoever was in last place began splashing loudly as she tried to catch up.

I had a headstart on the rest, but paddling a kayak has never been one of my strengths. Holly soon passed me and puddy tat was catching up with me. I didn't dare look back to see how close cynthia was when I pulled up alongside the dock.

I don't know how people get out of kayaks in a hurry. It takes me forever. By the time I was out of the stupid thing, holly was already racing back to her uncle's cabin. Puddy tat practically jumped out of hers and was right behind me when I got to the beach. Cynthia rammed my kayak where it was tied up alongside the dock. She evidently knew what she was doing, though, because she slid right over my kayak and up onto the dock. Then all she had to do was roll out of the kayak and start running.

Holly was a good ways ahead of us when we started, but we were going to be running almost two miles. A lot can-- and did-- happen in two miles. I've never been real fast, but I ran cross country in high school and long distances don't bother me that much. I just kept pounding along and hoped that the girls would tire.

They did, but their tired, slow pace was still faster than me. I never caught holly, and puddy tat passed me about half way to the south cabin. Cynthia was a long ways behind me, but I could hear her gaining on me.

I was supposed to start teaching this fall, and the prospect of being totally bald gave me a little boost. Despite the fear and adrenalin I could tell that it was going to be close. We were almost back to the beach where the Mistresses were waiting for us.

I could see cynthia out of the corner of my eye. She was just a little behind me and gaining with every step. Then she was alongside me. She turned over to look at me and mouthed-- or maybe said aloud-- "Loser!"

That's when she tripped and fell flat on her face in the sand. Well, it wasn't really flat on her face. She landed on her shoulder, but it was an almost comical splat into the sand.

I kept going the couple more steps to the finish line and then bent over to cough and gasp for air. "I didn't lose," I gasped out as holly came over to me. "I didn't lose."

"No," holly said sadly, "cynthia did."

"Would you have rather it had been me?" I asked. I think the disappointment and anger showed in my voice.

"No," she answered slowly, "it had to be one of us. It's just that cynthia doesn't get any real pleasure out of all of this."

"Then why did she submit herself?"

"I think it was because she feels guilty about growing up as a black white girl in a rich, white family," holly explained. "This is her way of punishing herself."

"Oh," I said. I was going to ask for more explanation, but Mistress Gloria's loud voice cut me off.

"Cynthia," Mistress Gloria boomed out, "get your sorry black ass over here." She was pointing down at the ground at her feet.

Cynthia hurried over and knelt in the slave submission position at Mistress Gloria's feet. "Since she is my slave," Mistress Sam said, "I think I should be the one to shear her."

Mistress Gloria nodded and Mistress Tracey yelled out, "Puddy tat! You know what we need-- the hair trimmers, the razor, and the cream."

"No," Mistress Sam said quickly, "no cream. This was to be a temporary punishment, not something permanent." She paused and said more quietly, "Besides, I think something else is going on here."

Puddy tat bobbed her head and said a quick, "Yes, Mistress," before scurrying off to the cabin to get the hair trimmers and razor."

Mistress Sam then said to cynthia, "Bring your body upright with your knees fully bent," and cynthia immediately raised the upper portion of her body so that her head was about at Mistress Sam's waist level.

"Stay there," Mistress Sam ordered as she turned to take the trimmer from puddy tat.

She switched it on and quickly cut a swatch straight down the center of cynthia's long, straight, black hair. I was surprised that cynthia wasn't crying. She didn't even look sad. Holly had told me that cynthia didn't get pleasure from any of this, but it didn't look like she was suffering. She didn't look happy either. To me she just looked calm... very calm... as her hair fell to the ground.

She didn't react when Mistress Sam ran the trimmer across her eyebrows either. Her only reaction was when Mistress Sam started smearing the shaving cream on her head. It must have felt cold or something because cynthia gasped slightly.

When Mistress Sam was finished, she used a towel to wipe leftover saving cream from cynthia's head and then ordered, "Present yourself!"

Cynthia popped to her feet and stood at attention with her hands locked behind her now bald head and her feet wide apart so that her sex was slightly gaping open.

"Puddy tat," Mistress Sam said firmly, "oil her. If she is going to look her best, her body should be shining."

"Yes, Mistress," puddy tat said as she started for the cabin for the spray bottle of baby oil.

"And make sure you rub it into her skin," Mistress Sam said. "... ALL of her skin."

Puddy tat stopped a moment and turned back toward Mistress Sam. She looked like she wanted to ask something, then said loudly, "Oh," and continued on into the cabin.

Puddy tat returned a few moments later with a bottle of baby oil and a spray bottle, also filled with baby oil.

"You are not to come out of that position," Mistress Sam ordered cynthia, "no matter what happens." She then said very harshly. "Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Sam," cynthia answered.

"And you," she continued, looking over at puddy tat, "you make sure that you rub that oil throughly into her skin. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Sam," puddy tat answered.

Mistress Sam then turned to the other Mistresses and said, "Let's go watch this from the porch."

She looked at holly and me and then pointed at the ground. "You watch it from here," she said firmly. "Relaxed kneeling posture."

"Yes, Mistress Sam," holly and I answered in unison as we knelt where she had been pointing.

As the Mistresses were walking up to the porch, I turned to holly and asked, "What's going on?"

"You really don't know, do you?" holly replied, looking at me like I was stupid or something.

"No," I replied, "I really don't know."

"Then watch and learn," she answered with a smile. "You might be ordered to do this to me some day."

Puddy tat started with cynthia's legs. She sprayed oil all over the skin and then started to rub it in. As cynthia's black skin began to glisten, her well-developed muscles showed even more clearly. Puddy tat poured some oil into her hands and reached up to apply it to cynthia's arms. Then she poured some directly on cynthia's head and began to rub it into her scalp. She did the same on cynthia's back and then on her front. As puddy tat began rubbing the oil into cynthia's chest, she took extra care to massage it into her breasts.

Cynthia started to moan slightly as puddy tat carefully rubbed the oil into each nipple. I turned to holly and said, "Now I get it."

Holly just looked back at me and said derisively, "Dense."

Maybe I am. Or maybe I just didn't think of what all Mistress Sam might have meant when she ordered puddy tat to rub the oil thoroughly into ALL of cynthia's skin.

Puddy tat was now oiling cynthia's stomach and ass. She was standing behind her and her fingers were sliding up between cynthia's outstretched legs. Cynthia was moaning louder, but her body was not moving.

Puddy tat pressed her body up against cynthia's and reached around with one hand to again rub oil into cynthia's breasts and nipples. The other hand was rubbing oil into cynthia's slit, though cynthia's own fluids which were flowing out of her cunt were more copious and probably slicker than the baby oil.

Cynthia's moans became a little more shrill and puddy tat's rubbing became more frantic. Puddy tat was also grinding herself vigorously against cynthia's ample ass. Soon both slaves were quivering heavily and puddy tat was making short yelping noises. Then both girls became almost rigid. Puddy tat pulled herself tight against cynthia's body and shuddered in orgasm. Cynthia shuddered slightly less, but it was obvious that despite not breaking the display position, she was experiencing what appeared to be an intense orgasm.

Puddy tat stood hugging cynthia until Mistress Sam called from the porch, "I think that is enough oil for today." She then ordered holly, puddy tat, and me to go inside and start fixing supper. She told cynthia to stay in position until after everyone had eaten and then come into the kitchen.

***

I was the one sent out to get cynthia after supper. I had been told not to yell, so I walked around in front of her. She was staring out at the cove and ocean and smiling. "You can come in now," I said as I stood in front of her.

As she came out of the display posture, I said, "Puddy tat has good hands."

"Yes," she replied, "but I was thinking about something else."

"What?" I asked.

She looked at me and reached up to run one hand across her slick, bald head. "I will tell you someday," she said. "I will tell you all."

Holly had already called me dense so I just accepted that I had no idea what cynthia was talking about and started walking back to the cabin. I let cynthia lead the way, though. I may be dense, but I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to watch a really nice oiled ass walk in front of me on the beach.

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