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Paula ran as fast and as hard as she could through the woods. Her lungs burned, the muscles of her tiny legs ached, and she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. She was almost there. She could see the prize right in front of her. The flag was there on the other side of a small clearing, waiting for her to grab it. A hundred feet, ninety feet, eighty, and there was still no sign of him. Was she going to make it this time, was she going to get it, was victory finally hers?

"Ah-ha, my proud beauty, not so fast," came Bruce's voice from beside her.

Paula's head whipped around. Somehow, in a manner than defied logic, Bruce had materialized out of thin air. Sheesh! Did he swing in here on a vine like Tarzan or something? She squealed and threw up her hands in a mix of protest and defense. "What? Nooo, no you can't catch me! I'm almost to the flag," she whined.

Bruce scooped her up in his arms. At six-eight and built like a linebacker, he could easily do it. Of course, given Paula's tiny frame (she wasn't even close to four-eight) just about anyone could do that to her.

"Sorry, little girl, but 'almost' is only good with horseshoes and hand grenades," he chuckled, heading for a nearby tree stump.

Well, looks like I'm going to get it; it's just that the 'it' won't be the one I was hoping for.

Bruce sat, Paula went across his lap, and she did indeed get it. He held her tight, his large left hand pressing down on her petite back, and then his firm right hand began to spank her khaki-clad bottom.

"Ouch ow! Daddy, please! Mercy! Ouch," she wailed.

He laughed, and kept right on spanking, his arm like a metronome. "Oh no, little one, you know the rules of the hunt: you fail to capture the flag, you get spanked."

Yeah, she knew. This was one of their favorite ageplay games. They did it about once a week, now that the weather was nice. That was the thing about Virginia, summers were gorgeous. So anytime Bruce and/or she were in the mood, it was out into the woods that surrounded their home, and he would hide a nice little state flag somewhere. If she found it before he caught her, she got a special treat of her choice - a day at work without him nagging her to relax, dinner at her favorite restaurant, and so on.

Ah, but if he caught her? Well, she got spanked. Of course, as she got off on that, it was still sort of a reward. So it was a win-win situation, although he seemed to enjoy it an awful lot more than she did as he gloated about it all during the spanking.