Sunburn 2

By Verity

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Copyright 2013 by Verity, all rights reserved

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 Andrew Snooks, 12 going on 13, had spent a memorable summer (see ‘Sunburn’) with his cousins in Cornwall, a magical county where everything is different from the rest of England. This is the story of his second visit, perhaps even more eventful, especially after Andrew had his speedos taken away at the pool party.


It would never be true to say that Andrew Snooks had forgotten his previous visit to Cornwall, and the time he spent with his adult cousin Margo and her family. He would always remember those few weeks. But the memory was already fading when he heard from Margo again, shortly before he returned to school for the autumn term. The weather remained exceptionally warm and summery, said Margo. Would Adrian like to spend a further week or so with them before going back to school?

Andrew was of course eager, and before long he was back at Margo’s rambling house by the Cornish coast. The grounds had included a swimming pool in the past, but it had been out of use for some time. Now it had been rebuilt and re-opened, with a wide poolside patio; part of the reason for Andrew’s invitation was so that he could enjoy the new pool with his cousins. Indeed, on the day of his arrival, Margo was having a large pool party for her neighbours and friends and their children. It was a baking hot day, with brilliant sun, and everything was light, colour, with the sound of laughter, splashing and squeals. Andrew had put on his skimpiest speedos, and was looking forward to showing off a splendid tan when he got home.

One thing he had specially looked forward to was again seeing his cousin Timothy, a friendly and cheerful boy whom he liked greatly. Margo, Timothy’s mother, did however tend to be fussy, and was something of a health freak. Shortly after Andrew’s arrival by the poolside she called over Timothy, also in speedos, to be rubbed with sunburn oil.

‘You can’t be too careful, with these dangerous ultraviolet rays,’ said Margo. She set down the bottle of oil for a moment, then briskly started untying Timothy’s speedos. ‘These can go in the wash now,’ she said.

Andrew’s eyes opened wide. Surely Margo wasn’t going to have his 13-year-old cousin completely naked in front of all the guests and their families? But Margo quickly peeled her schoolboy son’s pants all the way down, then made him step out.

She picked up the sun-cream, while Andrew sat down on the low patio wall, intrigued by the eye-catching spectacle of his young cousin standing totally nude among the dressed or at least half-dressed guests, adults and children, while his mother busied herself with the sun-cream.

Oddly, though, Timothy didn’t seem especially bothered, nor did the families around seem to notice anything unusual. Possibly, thought Andrew, this was a fairly regular occurrence. Indeed, a neighbour, Mrs Noddle, came over to chat casually while the naked youngster was rubbed.

Margo welcomed the opportunity to get back to her pet subject of harmful rays. ‘You know, the ultraviolet rays can even penetrate thin clothing, such as swimming costumes – therefore I feel that it’s important to protect ALL of the skin, especially the most sensitive areas.’

Margo had moved downwards to rub cream on Timothy’s most sensitive areas, making him squirm.

‘Keep still! she said sharply, then to Mrs Noddle, ‘See, I always lift up here... Rub cream all round, then behind and underneath here... I said keep STILL!’

She flexed her arm. ‘My poor wrists. I’ve just had to do the other kids too.’

‘Can I help?’ asked Mrs Noddle.

‘Oh, that would be very kind. If you would just turn Timothy round and thoroughly rub his back and bottom, that would be most helpful. These areas, as you know, are especially vulnerable to sunburn.’

‘Certainly.’

Timothy again wriggled a little as Mrs Noddle rubbed cream all over his bare bottom-cheeks, then in between, but his mother crossly told him to stop clenching his bottom and keep still. A minute or two later, when Mrs Noddle had finished, Andrew was surprised to see that his cousin wasn’t given his speedos back, but dismissed to run completely nude back to the pool, where he was quickly lost among the crowd of youngsters in the water.

‘Take Timothy’s speedos inside and put them in the wash,’ said Margo to her fifteen-year-old daughter, Lucinda. ‘He won’t be needing them again this afternoon.’

‘Wow!’ thought Andrew.

‘Okay, come here, Andrew,’ said Margo.

Andrew wasn’t a boy who thought ahead very much, so he went over without any misgiving when Margo called him...then suddenly came over with goose-pimples when she picked up the suntan oil again. Surely... She wouldn’t....

But Margo started untying his speedos as she had Timothy’s. ‘I’ll put these in the wash too.’

Andrew grabbed her hands. ‘No!’

‘What’s the matter?’

‘Don’t take my pants off, Margo! I don’t want to be bare out here!’

‘Stop being silly,’ said Margot crossly. ‘I have to take your pants off to rub you with oil. Didn’t you hear me say that that the dangerous ultra-violet rays even penetrate thin clothing?’

Andrew kept a firm hold. ‘Do it inside, then.’ He looked round. In fact, almost nobody seemed much interested, although he saw two girls looking in his direction and whispering.

‘Don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t take Timothy inside, did I? Why should I take you? Listen, you’re just a kid being rubbed with oil, and you have to be naked for me to do it. Now, let go!’

‘No, Margo!’ Andrew continued to maintain a firm hold on the thin material of his speedos.

Margo lost patience. Before he knew that was happening, Andrew found himself being pulled over to a nearby bench, swiftly turned over Margo’s knees and then, before he could stop her, he felt his speedos being skinned right down his legs and then Margo’s hand smacking down hard and repeatedly on his bare bottom-cheeks.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!....

In just a moment, Andrew’s bottom was burning, and he was yelling, kicking, and twisting madly on Margo’s lap. Margo paused for a moment, pulled Andrew’s speedos right off at his feet, then the howling and frantic youngster had the rest of his spanking nude. And Margo made a thorough job of job of it. Her palm smacked from one cheek to another, then across both, then from one to another again, then across both...

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!....

Finally Margo separated the naked youngster’s bottom-cheeks with the fingers of one hand and finished with her fingers cracking down hard several times in the sensitive area deep between, bringing his noise to a crescendo.

Finally Andrew was released and upright again, howling and skipping about on the patio tiles, madly rubbing his hot rear cheeks with both hands.

Margo picked up Andrew’s speedos and, raising her voice slightly to be heard, asked Lucinda to take them into the house and put them in the wash-basket with the others.

Meanwhile, seated all around the pool, Margo’s friends and their families had naturally had a very good view of Andrew’s very public spanking. Many were the expressions of approval.

‘Just the way to deal with a boy who won’t do what he’s told!’ said a middle-aged woman nearby. ‘Make sure he can’t sit down for a good long time, it’s the best way to deal with that problem.’

‘Yes, Margo, you have your hands full already,’ agreed a younger woman. ‘A difficult boy in addition is just what you don’t need.’

Andrew, by now feeling ashamed, sobbed, ‘I’m sorry you had to spank my bare bottom, Margo. I really didn’t mean to give you trouble, truly I didn’t. I’m so sorry.’

‘I know you’re sorry,’ said Margo mildly, ‘So that will be the end of it. Just remember – DO WHAT YOU ARE TOLD, and everything will be all right. That’s not so difficult, is it?’

She proceeded to rub Andrew all over with sun-cream, again helped by the redoubtable Mrs Noddle, who rubbed the cream all over Andrew’s hot bottom, somewhat to his further embarrassment. But Mrs Noddle tactfully made no reference to the spanking.

‘When will I get my speedos back?’ ventured Andrew when they had finished.

‘Now, Andrew, don’t start again,’ said Margo, an edge creeping back into her voice. ‘The sun-cream is all you need to wear for the rest of today, so be off with you.’

And Andrew was glad enough to rejoin his cousin and the other children in the pool, and to enjoy the cool water.

But it was almost time for the barbecue. The hot burgers, steaks and sausages were very welcome, and throughout the barbecue both boys remained nude. Andrew still had the uncomfortable feeling that everyone was looking at him, though in reality no-one was. But he was especially very aware of his red rear cheeks, which told their own obvious story, something of course impossible for a boy to conceal when he was completely naked.

Timothy on the other hand was totally relaxed, even running several times into the next-door garden, still bare as a jaybird, to collect extra barbecue items.

The barbecue over, Margo clapped her hands to command everyone’s attention. It was something she was rather good at.

‘Now, my dear friends, as always I have a little entertainment for you.’

The guests, who had clearly attended Margo’s ‘entertainments’ before, clapped and smiled in anticipation.

To Andrew’s surprise, he and Timothy were called forward, and the two nude youngsters were made to stand on a long wooden bench, facing everyone.

‘What now?’ Andrew asked in an undertone.

Timothy shushed him. ‘You’ll see.’ He seemed in a peculiar mood, full of suppressed excitement for some mysterious reason.

Lucinda, Andrew’s fifteen-year-old cousin, came over and took a hold of Andrew’s arm. She giggled. ‘Now you are going to dance and sing for us, Andrew,’ she said.

Andrew shook his head. ‘No, I can’t sing much – or dance.’

Lucinda laughed again, rolling her sleeves up. ‘Oh yes, you can. I’ll show you...’

Unexpectedly and swiftly she reached forward and downward. Andrew yelled out loud.

‘Aaaaaaah!’

Then Lucinda’s nimble fingers were extremely busy, probing, rubbing, tickling..

...bringing an almost immediate response.
Andrew blushed scarlet. ‘I’m s-sorry, Lucinda. I can’t help it.’

‘Oh, don’t be sorry, you silly boy. That’s the whole point!’

She took an even firmer grasp...

‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!’

...and started vigorous work, her other hand behind, the fingertips tickling deep between Andrew’s madly squirming bottom-cheeks.

‘Waaaa-waaaa-WAAAAHH’

At the same time, Timothy, just beside Andrew, was receiving spirited attention from Margo, working diligently and fast with one hand in front, and the other behind, vigorously smacking Timothy’s bottom, while the naked thirteen-year-old leapt and yelled, his bare feet hammering on the wooden bench.

As for Andrew, it took no more than a few moments before, to his later embarrassment, he heard himself shouting. ‘Yes, YES! YES! Don’t stop, DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP!!......’

Then the nude youngster contorted and screamed, his feet running on the bench. Alongside, he heard Timothy joining in.

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!’

And a moment later both Margo and Lucinda were holding up decidedly sticky palms, to enthusiastic cheers from all round.

There followed a short interval in the entertainments, and Margo addressed her guests again.

‘Now, everyone,’ she said brightly, ‘We don’t want those nasty infrared and u-v rays to ruin our lovely day, do we?’ She held up a large plastic container. ‘So I have here a plentiful supply of an excellent sun-cream, and Lucinda and I are going to put it on all the children here. So, mums and dads, please all take your children's clothes off, or their swimming costumes, and line them up in the shade on this side of the pool, then we will get the sun-cream on as quickly as possible.’

No problems were raised, and soon a dozen or so naked children of all ages were lined up while Margo and Lucinda started work. Among them was 14-year-old Luc from next door, who had been slightly disconcerted to have his mother briskly peel off his speedos and put them away, but who had lined up, bare and blushing, with the rest.

The process didn’t take long, but it was noticeable that Lucinda made sure to have the job of putting the sun-cream on her young neighbour, Luc. And a thorough job she made of it too, so that when she came to concentrate on his most sensitive spots, there was a considerable reaction, and, when Lucinda had at length finished, the naked youngster was completely upright in front, so that it might have been difficult to slide even a sheet of paper behind.

Luc had, however, to remain where he was, indeed was told to climb on the bench facing everyone, like the others had. Lucinda held his arms gently from behind, then they were joined by bikini-clad Gabriella, Luc’s cousin, a girl in her late teens, who stayed with them for much of the time.

Making sure first that Luc was in a position where everyone had a good view, Gabriella knelt on an inflatable sun-bed, leant forward, clasped her palms behind Luc’s bottom-cheeks, then her lips snapped shut...

‘WaaaaaaaaAAAAEEEEEEE!’ yelled the boy.

But that was just the beginning, and next moment Gabriella was so busy with lips, tongue, and teeth that, all inhibitions forgotten, the youngster was soon shouting continuously, his nude body twisting and contorting, his feet dancing on the wooden bench...

...until he finally spasmed from head to foot and screamed, grabbing Gabriella convulsively round the neck, then yelling some more to general applause and laughter from the delighted audience, especially when Gabriella stood up and, very openly, wiped her lips with a tissue.

Then Luc in turn was allowed to run back to the pool, still nude, as his mother kept his speedos, and Gabriella went quickly into the house. A moment or two later, though, her shrieks penetrated even to the poolside, bringing a further burst of laughter all round.

‘Silly girl!’ said Margo. ‘Next time her bikini will come off, and I’ll have her do it right here for us all to see.’

And this, it was generally agreed, would be an excellent ending to Margo’s poolside entertainments.








 

   
(The End)