Sunburn 3

By Verity

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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The memorable summer visits of young Andrew Snooks to his cousins in Cornwall had included the novel experience of being kept completely naked on a crowded beach and also in the garden, sometimes for as much as half a day. Andrew still squirmed a little at the memory. But on this visit, in the autumn, it surely would be different. Wouldn’t it?

For Andrew Snooks, aged twelve going on thirteen, the best times of his young life were the summer visits to his cousins and their friends in Cornwall, often thought of as a somewhat magical land, where things are different from everywhere else. Certainly, Andrew always encountered the unexpected there, and, on an autumn visit, he did again. It was the half-term school holiday, but still mild and almost warm, since the region has its own micro-climate, and so is often known as the ‘Cornish Riviera’.

It was almost evening when he arrived at his cousins’ large house on the edge of a seaside town. They lived there with their mother, Margo. And for Andrew, the unexpected came early this time. The front door was opened by his teenage cousin Lucinda, but she didn’t open the door fully, just peered round the edge. She smiled and then, blushing slightly, said, ‘I’m all bare. We all are. Come in and close the door.’

Andrew blinked slightly on entering the big living-room, since at first glance it seemed full of completely nude youngsters. But in fact there were just six, his cousin and great friend Timothy, aged 13, Lucinda, aged 15, and his younger boy and girl cousins, aged nine and 10. This time, in addition, there were three children of friends of Margo who were at present staying - a boy of about Andrew’s age, and two slightly older girls, all three nude kids very friendly but slightly pink-cheeked on being seen by Andrew for the first time.

Margo kissed Andrew and said how very welcome he was. She explained that she kept all the youngsters nude for at least part of each day, especially as it was still warm weather. It was very healthy, she said, and she would lock all their clothes away completely at such times. They would do their schoolwork together if any, play some games, and perhaps watch TV or a video.

As it was now evening, she now told all the children that they could go and put on their pyjamas, then they could have supper and perhaps play some computer games before bed. Soon they all returned and, after she had got Andrew settled in Margo said to him, with a smile, ‘Andrew, it would be very nice if, by way of an introduction, we could have your clothes off for a while. I’m sure that our new friends would like to see you all bare. Especially, perhaps, Julie and Kristine.’

The two girls smiled and nodded. Andrew suddenly felt himself coming out in goose-pimples of shyness. ‘But..’

‘Now, no ifs or buts, Andrew,’ said Margo briskly. ‘Just leave all your clothes off in the big bedroom, then run back here bare, and we can all see you. Hurry along now.’

Andrew gulped and shook his head, in particular aware of the interested eyes of the two teenage girls. ‘N-no, Margo. Not now, with all of them looking at me.’ To his further mortification, he felt a deep blush rising to his cheeks. It was noticed, and he saw heard a girlish giggle.

Margo sat down. ‘Come over here, Andrew.’

Andrew should have known Margo’s ‘mild’ tone by now, but he didn’t. He crossed to her, and she took both his hands. ‘Andrew, we always like to have you here and we love you very much, also we want you to be happy. But I though I had already explained to you that you will only be happy here if you do EXACTLY as you are told, WHEN you are told. If you don’t do as you are told, or argue with me, you will NOT be happy. And you won’t be sitting down either!’

Margo’s voice had sharpened a little on the last sentence, then she quickly reached forward and started unbuttoning Andrew’s jeans. The youngster’s insides churned. Realising with dismay what Margo was going to do, he gasped, ‘All right, Margo, all right. I’ll take my clothes off. I will, I will.’

‘Yes, you certainly will, Andrew,’ said Margo evenly, ‘But first I have to deal firmly with this defiant and disobedient tendency of yours.’ In a moment or two, almost before Andrew realised what was happening, Margo had briskly unzipped his jeans and skinned them right down, then his underpants.

‘No, Margo!’ Scarlet with humiliation, Andrew frantically tugged down the rest of his clothes, as hard as he could.

Margo said, with a thin smile, ‘There’s no point in trying to cover your bottom, Andrew, because everything’s coming right up in a moment! As I said, I have to deal with you in the best way, and on the RIGHT PLACE. I am afraid you are not at all a good boy, and I’m very disappointed that I’ve had to do this so soon after you have arrived.’

Margo lectured Andrew for a little longer, while the red-faced youngster stood embarrassedly still trying to pull his vest and tee-shirt down..until Margo took a firm grasp with both hands and, with a quick jerk, pushed everything right up, tucking the youngster’s few light clothes completely under his armpits.

‘Aaaaaa!! No, please, Margo!’

But Margo said smoothly, ‘Yes, Andrew, you don’t like the other children to see you getting a bare-bottom spanking, do you? But it’s of your own making.’

Margo lectured the scarlet-cheeked boy a little longer, still holding him with his clothes right up, his pale near-nude body squirming, clearly intending to cause him maximum shame.

Then, swiftly turning Andrew tummy-down across her lap, she added, ‘But you’re not the only one, Andrew, so don’t think it. I also had to redden Crispin’s bare bottom across my knee just a couple of days ago, and I’m sure he hasn’t forgotten.’ Behind her, the thirteen-year-old boy visitor flushed at the memory, and one of the girl visitors – who had witnessed the event – giggled.

And then it was Andrew’s turn, as Margo began serious work on his unfortunate bottom..

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

The others quickly clustered round to watch Margo’s firm palm cracking down hard and repeatedly on the twisting boy’s increasingly rosy and frantic rear cheeks, as all youngsters have a wicked pleasure in seeing other kids being spanked, and two of the girls slid round the front to look at Andrew crying, as the noise from that end gradually increased to a crescendo.

At last Andrew was allowed to get up and dance, rubbing and still bawling. After a moment or two, Margo swiftly peeled all the rest of his clothes off and made him stand nude with his face to the wall, his red bottom-cheeks a warning to the others. But the other kids were also sympathetic. Julie, one of the girl visitors, aged about 14, wiped Andrew’s eyes with a tissue and gently rubbed his ‘cheeky red botty’, saying that she would get him a big cushion to sit on.

In due course Andrew was allowed to put on his pyjamas, and he was given a cushion as promised, though it had not been an especially severe spanking, and the stinging was already much less.

Julie, a pleasant and friendly girl, had clearly taken a liking to Andrew. She said to Margo, ‘I’ll give Andrew his bath tomorrow night, if you agree.’ Margo nodded. Julie said amiably, ‘I’ve already seen you all bare, Andrew, haven’t I, so you won’t mind me having you bare again tomorrow, even for a good long time, will you? I’ll take your clothes off down here, then walk you upstairs naked.’

Before Andrew could reply, Margo clapped her hands. ‘Bed!’ she ordered. ‘We all have a long day tomorrow.’

And indeed, nearly all of the next day was spent at a local wildlife park, so that it was already evening when they got home. Andrew hoped that Julie would by now have forgotten, but as soon as they got inside, she said, ‘Margo, have I time to give Andrew his bath before supper.’

Andrew’s heart sank as Margo agreed. Julie called him over and he reluctantly obeyed, as he knew better now than to argue. Julie made short work of peeling off all his clothes, including his socks and trainers, and in a few moments Andrew was standing standing nude and pink-faced on the carpet, while his clothes were folded and taken away completely. Julie took his hand firmly and walked him up to the bathroom, accompanied by one or two of the other children who had nothing else to do, and were idly watching.

While they waited for the bath to fill, Julie looked at Andrew, her eyes moved downwards, then she said, ‘Oh dear, oh dear!’

Andrew followed her gaze, and his face flamed scarlet.

‘I – I can’t help it, Julie,’ he stammered.

‘No, Andrew,’ said Julie. ‘You don’t understand. I’m disappointed that it’s not harder! It should be, with me going to bath you.’

She added, ‘When I bath Timothy, you know, it’s right up against his tummy.’

She adjusted the taps and laughed, ‘Also when he gets spanked. And sometimes he shoots when he’s getting it. He’s very naughty, you see, so when he’s spanked his pants are always taken down.’

Julie told Andrew to get into the bath, and added, with a grin, ‘Margo ‘came’ once, halfway through reddening Timothy’s bare bot, when he was wriggling and twisting about a lot. She said that it was quite natural, and nothing to be embarrassed about.’

With Andrew standing in the bath, Julie rolled up her sleeves, soaped her palms and began vigorous work with both hands, soaping the nude youngster all over, and with particular attention to his most sensitive places, while he squirmed, writhed and shrieked. Andrew had been told that Julie was a skilled tennis player, and now, as she exercised her strong and nimble wrists and fingers, it was certainly something that he didn’t doubt! Finally, to wash Andrew’s bottom, Julie made him bend forward hard, then diligently soaped deep between his rear cheeks and finally pushed a soapy finger right in, rapidly rotating it, while Andrew yelled again. The two children who had come upstairs with them, Jinny and Peter, watched meanwhile with great fascination. Both were also naked, as Julie had said that they were next, and that she would bath them together when she had finished with Andrew.

When, standing on the mat, Andrew had been finally dried, Julie pointed down again, and said, ‘Yes, I knew what bathing you would do! Look, right up hard against your tum.’

Andrew, still deeply embarrassed, especially as the two other kids also stared, simply coloured and nodded.

‘Well, I’m going to have to deal with it now, am I not?’

Andrew gulped and nodded. ‘Y-yes. But in front of..?’ He looked shyly at Peter and Jinny.

‘No, Andrew. I’m going to take you downstairs, then all the others will see. It will be great fun for them.’

Andrew gasped. ‘No!’

‘Listen, Andrew. They all like very much, and they’d love to watch you being brought off nude. You wouldn’t disappoint them, would you?’ She pulled at Andrew’s arm, but he continued to stand still and shook his head.

‘Listen, Andrew,’ said Julie at length, in what the youngster quickly recognised as Margo’s deceptively ‘mild’ tone, ‘I am in charge of you at the moment, and if you won’t do what you are told, you know what I’ll have to do, don’t you?’

Andrew’s stomach turned over. He gulped.

‘Well, Andrew?’

‘I - I think so, Julie.’

‘Well, Andrew? Let me hear you say it. What will you have to get?’

Andrew looked down and flushed. ‘A-a red bare botty, Julie.’

‘Exactly! And is that what you want?’

‘No!!’

‘Well, come along then.’ Taking the scarlet-faced boy’s hand, Julie led him downstairs, his medium-sized bowsprit swinging embarrassingly in front of him.

On the living-room carpet, before a highly entertained group, Julie wasted no time.
Again she rolled up her sleeves, and again Andrew was vividly reminded of her skill on the tennis court as she took a firm grasp, to an aaaah! from the boy, then set diligently to work, one hand extremely busy in front, the other behind, probing, ticking, spanking..

It didn’t take long. At first the youngster was rigid with mortification, face flaming, eyes screwed tight. But very soon, as Julie continued remorselessly, bolts of electricity quickly began to arrow up through him, and he just as quickly forget everything else, despite himself throwing aside all traces of shame and inhibition...

‘Yes, Julie – YES! Don’t stop, don’t stop, DON’T STOP!! I’m coming, I’m COMING, I’M COM-ING!! AAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Bare feet hammering the carpet, hips pistoning back and forth, the youngster screamed...and again... There was a round of applause from the small know of spectators, then Julie, slightly breathless, was wiping Andrew down with a tissue.

‘A star performance!’ pronounced Julie at length.

‘Perhaps yours will be better,’ smiled Margo.

‘Mine?’

‘Yes, you, because it’s your turn tomorrow! Tomorrow evening I’m going to have Crispin give you a thorough bath, also he’ll turn you over for a well-warmed botty if you wriggle too much, then I’ll bring you down here still nude and, with just a couple of fingers, I’ll soon have you dancing and singing like crazy! It will be something to remember. I promise!’

(The End)