Yosemite Falls

Half Dome reached its snowy white cap toward the rich blue sky. All around me was snow and ice. The air was crisp and cold, my breath floated in an icy mist in the gentle breeze of morning. Jeff slipped his warm gloved hand into mine and gently squeezed as we stood off to the side of the road, gazing in wondrous awe at the site of nature’s wonder before us. I pulled up my camera and snapped a few pictures, capturing a moment never to be repeated.

I was on vacation with my boyfriend in the month of February. We had taken a week long vacation to visit Yosemite during the majestic beauty of winter. As we drove farther into the park the sides of road became encased in two parallel white walls of snow at least twelve feet high. The road was clear though and the sky was the purest of blues without a cloud in sight. I was practically bouncing in my seat as Jeff steered our small car into a parking area.

We had arrived at our destination for the day’s activity, Mist trail. The name comes from the mist of Vernal Fall and Nevada Fall on the trail. However, the cold winter we were enjoying had caused the whole thing freeze and the view from the trail was rumored to be nothing short of spectacular with both falls frozen solid.

Jeff and I grabbed our backpacks out of the trunk and made sure we had our water supply and snacks along with a few emergency supplies. You can never be too careful when hiking at anytime of the year, but we had been warned that storms occasionally hit the area we were about to hike through with little or no warning. I had black leather hiking boots on and jeans covered by black sweat pants along with a hefty sweater and a crème colored winter jacket that was so puffed out I looked twice my normal size. My backpack was red and black and light enough to almost forget it was there. Jeff was outfitted in his typical black leather jacket with a blue and white flannel shirt underneath, blue jeans and brown hiking boots. His backpack was solid black and carrying all the water so it was clearly heavier than mine. Gear in place and supplies double-checked we were ready to hit the trail.

We headed out and down the trail dropping a notice with our names and basic info in a box for the ranger. We noticed the parking lot had one other car than ours in it so we knew to expect at least one other group on the trail, but never really expected to see them. We were surprised less than fifteen minutes later as we caught up with the family that most likely owned the silver SUV we had seen. We said hello to them and ended up walking with them for a time as we talked about the park.

Bobby and Julie were probably in their mid thirties and they had two daughters, Christy and Wendy. The girls seemed to require their parents’ constant attention so, Jeff and I moved ahead after politely excusing ourselves and wishing them all well. It seemed the girls kept wandering off from their parents and even when we couldn't see them, we heard their father yelling at them and eventually we heard the threat of a spanking if they didn't straighten up.

Jeff and I were in a healthy spanking relationship so naturally we found the threat intriguing and I think we were both developing ideas for that night in the hotel room based off what we had heard. I guess there is nothing quite like reality for creating fantastic fantasy.

We lost track of the family for about an hour as we explored more of the trail. I stopped often and snapped enough pictures that Jeff was starting to threaten to give me a hard spank for every picture I took. I laughed it off even though I knew he was very serious and slightly annoyed. When we reached the end of the trail, we found ourselves a couple of rocks to sit on and eat the sandwiches we brought with us.

Shortly after we finish the sandwiches Bobby and Julie came into the clearing with their girls and apparently didn't see us. We were under some trees a short distance away, but certainly not hiding. Bobby had the oldest girl, Wendy, by the arm as they came into the clearing. There was a fallen tree that was somewhat convenient to where they entered from and literally gave us a prime view. Bobby sat himself down on the log and started lecturing Wendy who was already crying and begging, "Daddy please don't! I swear I'll be good."

Jeff and I were watching very quietly and intently as it became obvious that Wendy’s pleas had been useless. A few moments later after he had given her an award winning scolding, he reached over and started to undo her jeans.

She backed away saying, "No Daddy!"

He grabbed hold of her and pulled her back to him with a loud swat of his hand to her bottom. He then unfastened her pants pulled them well down below her knees. Wasting no time, he pulled her over his lap and started smacking away. The loud sounds of her squealing and his smacking were echoing all around in the clearing and probably a good distance away as well. He spanked her for a good two minutes with his hand and when he stood her back up she was very red faced and crying. Considering it was in the low 40's that day I would bet she was freezing too with her pants pulled down and her pink panties on display.

Then it was the Christy’s turn and she got the exact same treatment. I felt sorry for the Wendy who was made to stand with her back to the scene and us with her pants still down. When he finished with Christy I assumed it was over and was hoping they would leave soon so we wouldn't be discovered as eavesdroppers.

Unfortunately for the girls it wasn't. He had both of them stand facing the log where he had been sitting and bend over and put their hands on it. He then took his belt off, folded it in half and walked up to the oldest one first and yanked her panties down and then he did the same to her sister. He gave them both 25 strokes. Each girl in turn was screaming and begging their Daddy for mercy. He didn’t seem to give any that I saw. Wendy was first and she was nothing short of hysterical when he finished and started on Christy. A few moments later Christy was in the same shape as her sister. The two girls were let up and the both started hopping around grabbing their very red bottoms apparently no longer concerned about the cold. I suppose you could say Bobby had warmed them right up.

A couple minutes later they pulled there pants back up at the insistence of Julie who was clearly not amused by their theatrics. Jeff and I were doing our best not to break into open laughter when we heard Julie threaten to spank the girls more if they didn’t pull their pants and panties up right away. I’m sure the humor of the situation was lost on all of them, but we were tickled by it. Moments later, Bobby and Julie headed back up the trail with two very contrite daughters.

Jeff and I waited there for another half hour before leaving. It could be rather embarrassing to run into them again we thought since there was only the one way out and if we passed them again they would have to know we had seen or at least heard the spanking. We thought we would give them a good head start. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough because about an hour and a half later we ended passing them again. The two girls still seemed quite subdued but there was no indication that they thought we had seen or heard anything. We exchanged a pleasant hello again with Bobby and Julie and then continued on ahead of them, relieved that the spanking didn‘t come up in our brief encounter. That was the last time we saw them as we reached the parking lot a short while later and headed off to drive through some other parts of the park before they climbed out.

Jeff and I enjoyed a very pleasant evening back at the hotel as I obediently played the part of both Christy and Wendy. I of course didn’t get my pants back up in time when I was threatened an additional dose of the belt. We got a few strange looks the next morning at the hotel breakfast. I can’t imagine why.