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Piet Takes a Trip
by Verity
Part 2
Thirteen-year-old
Pieter prolongs a sunny summer holiday with his favourite cousins, and
his bewitching Aunt Lucy provides some unusual entertainments.
Young teenager Pieter De Graaf had spent a sunny week with his aunt and
cousins - and they had all got along so splendidly that it was agreed
that Piet would join the others on their summer holiday at the seaside,
where they rented a house annually.
The house was
large and beautifully situated, on rising ground near the beach, and
with a large garden. Besides Pieter, age 13, and his aunt Lucy there
were Greta, age 11, Charity, 15, Caspar, 12, and the oldest boy, Lukas,
nearly 14. Lukas was Lucy's nephew, but he lived with the family for
most of the year. Lucy and Lukas were surprisingly alike, especially in
their striking good looks.
It was going to be a great
fortnight. But, though kind and pleasant, Lucy had very high standards
and always insisted on total obedience. ‘If everyone does exactly what
they are told, and without arguing,’ she often said, ‘Things will go so
much better, and we will all be much happier and have a great time.’
Any of the youngsters who disobeyed or were otherwise troublesome knew
exactly what to expect, that is, that they would not be sitting down
comfortably for a while afterwards. And it was a main part of Lucy’s
regime (perhaps for extra disgrace) that fifteen-year-old Charity
usually administered any necessary spankings. To add to the disgrace,
spankings were given on the bare bottom.
But there
were very few spankings on the holiday. Caspar was the most mischievous
of the group and, on one or two occasions Charity had to take the
naughty 12-year-old’s pants down and turn him over her knee for a sharp
lesson in good behaviour. And Lukas too had his pants taken down by
Charity more than once, as regrettably he was not very good at doing
what he was told, and was often careless, breaking windows or the
greenhouse with his football.
Pieter avoided a spanking for the first week or so. But he did get involved in a topsy-turvy kind of way, as will be related..
When the family arrived, they found that the house had a huge bath,
partly sunken, and Lucy said, with enthusiasm, ‘Well, great – I’ll get
you all into that!’
And thus it was. On the first
night a bevy of naked youngsters, Pieter among them, were crowded into
the bathroom – even Charity, whom Pieter looked at with fascination. He
had never seen a fifteen-year-old girl naked before. Charity seemed a
little bashful and, after all the others had got into the water and
Lucy had started hand-soaping them in her usual way, Charity said, ‘I’m
not going to get in the bath with all that lot. You can bath me
separately afterwards.’
‘Get in at once, Charity,’ said Lucy.
‘Later.’
Lucy, already occupied with soaping Caspar, said calmly, ‘Pieter -
smack Charity’s bottom for me, please. You’re nearest.' She added,
‘Some good hard ones, please.’
Charity’s face fell. She knew
that despite Lucy’s mild tone there was steel underneath, and she
always had to be obeyed. So Charity didn’t resist when Pieter got out
of the bath, turned her round, and began to put Lucy’s orders into
operation. To a thirteen-year-old boy, the fifteen-year-old girl’s
bottom seemed very big and very bare, and his slender palm wouldn’t
fully cover the target area. So, after a few smacks across Charity’s
crack, he smacked her bot-cheeks alternately, working from one to the
other, fascinated by the way the nude teenager’s rear cheeks quivered
as he turned them bright pink. She didn’t cry, but yelled OW! at each
smack.
‘How many?’ Pieter asked Lucy.
‘Twenty.’
‘NO!’
‘SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!!!….’
‘OW-OW-OW!!…’
At the end of which Lucy said, ‘NOW get in, Charity - unless you want
to go over Pieter's knee and get your bottom reddened properly – very red, and all over.’
Pieter privately wondered whether he would be able to manage this, as
Charity was somewhat bigger than him - though he was willing to try!
But fortunately Charity didn’t want a further installment, and quickly
got in the bath with the others.
As always, Lucy briskly
hand-soaped each of the youngsters in turn, then they were splashed
down and dried. As it was a warm evening, they were all kept completely
naked until bedtime, so Pieter had plenty opportunity of admiring
Charity’s pink rear cheeks, and feeling proud of his handiwork!
On the next day, after a gloriously sunny few hours on the beach, there
were visitors – Francie, a former school-friend of Lucy's, and her
thirteen-year-old daughter, Emmeline. They were a cheerful couple, and
there were shrieks of laughter, especially at Francie’s old school
stories. They also seemed very much taken with Lukas, whom they had not
met before, and when they were finishing their tea Lucy said, with a
smile, ‘Perhaps you would like a little more entertainment?' She asked
her visitors, ‘Would you like to see Lukas bare?’
‘Oh YES!’ said Emmeline, and Francie, too, smiled and nodded.
Lukas’s mouth dropped open with dismay.
‘Lukas dear,’ said Lucy, ‘go and leave all your clothes upstairs, shoes
and socks too, and then run back here all bare – quick as you can.’
Lukas hesitated – then caught his aunt’s eye.
‘Yes, Lucy.'
And Lukas scampered upstairs.
Lucy poured more tea, passed the cakes round again, and after just a
few minutes the newly bare thirteen-year-old came rather bashfully into
the room, slightly pink-cheeked.
‘Come, don't be shy, Lukas,' cried Francie. ‘We're all friends now. Come over here.'
Lukas came over, padding across the carpet on his bare feet, and
Francie put an arm round him and kissed him. Then both Francie and
Emmeline patted and stroked him all over, looking at him admiringly,
turning him this way and that, while the nude youngster blushed and
squirmed.
‘More tea or cakes, anyone?’ asked Lucy.
‘Yes, thanks.’
Then Lucy said, ‘Perhaps Lukas will entertain you just a little more?’
‘Like how?’
‘Perhaps he will dance and sing for you,’ said Lucy.
‘I can’t dance or sing,’ protested Lukas.
‘Can’t you?’ asked Lucy with a smile. ‘Come here, Lukas.’
Drawing her chair out from the table, she pulled Lukas close, stroking
him all over, then slid her palm down over his stomach, then further
down, stroking some more – then took a firm grip.
‘WAAAAAAAH!’ shrieked Lukas.
‘You see,’ smiled Lucy,’ He’s starting to sing already!’
Tightening her grip further, she started working rapidly and vigorously
with her right hand, her brow furrowed with concentration. Lucy was a
keen tennis-player and had considerable wrist strength and agility, as
Lukas’s contortions and yells quickly testified.
‘WAH-WAH-WAH….!!!
Lucy’s right hand became even busier in front, then the other palm
began to land rapidly and hard from the rear, on the youngster’s madly
jiggling bottom-cheeks.
‘SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!!!..’
At which Lukas became frantic, yelling and leaping, his bare feet hammering the carpet.
‘WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Yes, Lucy! Yes, YES, YES!!!.'
‘SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!!!….’
And all at once the nude youngster went rigid, then screamed and
convulsed – and, as Lucy’s hands remained diligent, he jolted and
screamed again, and again…
Emmeline clapped
delightedly, and a few moments later, when Lukas's yells had died down,
Francie handed Lucy a tissue, of which she made good use. ‘I said he would dance and sing for you!' she laughed.
Then Lucy said, ‘Emmeline, why don't you take Lukas up and give him a bath?'
Emmeline giggled. ‘With pleasure! Is it his bathtime?'
‘It’s always time for a boy to be given a bath,' said Lucy.