Sunburn 4

By Verity

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The train rumbled onward, through cliffs and woodland, then by the edge of the sea. On level ground by the shore it picked up speed, but for thirteen-year-old Andrew Snooks it still wasn’t fast enough. The summer holidays had come round again, and he was again on his way to spend several weeks with his aunt Margot, and his favourite cousins. They lived in Cornwall, in the far west of England, a somewhat magical land where everything, or almost everything, is different.

There was one thing that Andrew remembered particularly. On hot and sunny days everyone liked to spend a lot of time by the sea, and in parts of Cornwall it was usual, at that time at least, for younger members of families to be completely naked on the beach. The question always arose, of course, what was meant by ‘younger’. In Margot’s family, for example, Timothy, the oldest boy, had still been kept nude on the beach after he turned thirteen last summer, though he had not been very willing. But shortly after Andrew arrived this year, he heard Timothy, now fourteen, tell Margot firmly that he would be wearing his speedos on the beach from now on. Margot didn’t seem bothered, just shrugged and said, ‘Please yourself, then.’

Margot told her friend Lydia about it when she visited next day. Lydia was a very considerable person, a smart and sophisticated lady, and deputy major of the capital town of the area. Next year she would be mayor. At present she had a special responsibility for tourism, and in that capacity Margot helped her occasionally.

Scattered about the big room, besides Andrew and Timothy, were the other members of the family, Lucinda, the oldest girl, then Anna, eleven, and Titus, ten.

With a smile Margot told her friend that Timothy had decided not to be nude on the beach any more, adding ironically, ‘He thinks he’s a big boy now.’

Lydia laughed, then after a moment’s hesitation said, ‘It’s a pity, though.’ She explained that the local tourist board were keen to attract more visitors from the continent, and that Europeans especially liked beaches that were ‘free’, that is, relaxed about nudity.

‘It’s true that most younger children are naked, of course,’she said, ‘But it would really help if continental visitors were also to see some young teenagers nude on the beach. In fact, I’m going to have a word with some other parents I know during the course of this week.’

‘Well, we would be delighted to cooperate, of course,’ said Margot, ‘And naturally so would Timothy.’

‘No, Timothy would NOT,’ said the boy emphatically, ‘I’m not going around bare in front of everyone for another year, and that’s that.’

‘Oh yes, you are, Timothy,’ said Margot. ‘And don’t argue.’

‘Oh no, I’m not, Margot,’ said Timothy. ‘And I’ll argue if I want to.’

Margot’s voice dropped to a low, almost purring, tone that Timothy suddenly recognised with a sinking of his heart

‘Come over here, Timothy,’ said Margot quietly.

His face glum, his defiance suddenly crumpling, the boy went over. Margot pulled him close and briskly began to unbutton his jeans.

‘I told you, Timothy, didn’t I,’ she said, ‘What you would get if you kept disobeying me, and refusing to do what you were told, didn’t I?’

Lydia got up quickly and said, ‘I think, Margot, it’s time for me to go.’

‘No, I’d like you to stay, please, Lydia. The rule in this house is that a boy does WHAT he is told, WHEN he is told. If not, he knows very well that he won’t be sitting down for some time! And, Lydia, I want Timothy to have you see his bare bottom and his bare willy when he’s being spanked. He’ll need to get used to it, because we’ll be seeing everything on the beach tomorrow, and for a good long time.’

Swiftly Margot skinned down the youngster’s jeans and underpants, pulled the rest of his clothes right up, and pulled him face-down across her knee. ‘Fetch the paddle,’ she said to 11-year-old Anna. The little girl, giggling, unhooked it from its place over the mantlepiece, while Margot applied a dozen preliminary hand-spanks, hard, to the 14-year-old’s newly bared and squirming bottom-cheeks.

Then Margot reached for the paddle, but Anna asked, ‘Can I give it to him, Mum?’’

‘Very well.’

Margot held the boy, now crying and twisting, on her lap while Anna vigorously brought the paddle cracking down some dozen times. Then Margot told her to stop and, raising her voice so as to be heard above the youngster’s howls, said, ‘Timothy – and all of you – I want you all to be happy here, as you are, and you will be, but only if you always do WHAT you are told, WHEN you are told, and do it QUICKLY and CHEERFULLY. Do you understand that, Timothy?’

‘Y-yes, M-mum!’

‘And you’ll be bare when you’re told.’

‘Oh y-yes, M-mum, yes! Oh-oh, my bottom, my bottom, MY BOTTOM!’

Then Timothy was back on his feet, bawling and rubbing. Margot told him to get all his clothes off, socks and shoes too, as quickly as he could, and then stand with his face to the wall.

Then she said to Andrew, ‘And I think you’d better get your clothes off as well, Andrew. You’d better get used to all of us seeing you bare too.’

Andrew looked around, suddenly shy in front of not only the family but also this very elegant lady visitor.

‘I d-don’t want to,’ he stammered, blushing. ‘Do I have to?’

‘I don’t believe this!’ gasped Margot. ‘Anna, bring the paddle back again!’

Andrew’s stomach turned over. ‘No, Margot – I’ll do it, I’ll do it!’ He quickly began peeling his clothes off. Margot told Anna to put the paddle back and she reluctantly obeyed. In another moment the thirteen-year-old was standing nude and pink-cheeked on the carpet before his interested cousins’ eyes, while his cousin Lucinda folded his clothes up and took them away.

Margot said that she now had to get on with some paperwork with Lydia, pointed out a pile of documents on a shelf. and told Andrew to fetch them. He did, and Margot sat at her desk.

‘Do let me know if I can do anything to help,’ urged Lydia.

‘Yes, you could, Lydia, thanks. If you don’t mind, while I am busy here, could you kindly turn Andrew over your knee and give his bare bottom some good smacks. I let him off the paddle, but the boys have to learn that disobedience and argument always means a good warming-up on the proper place.’

‘Certainly!’ said Lydia. ‘Come here, Andrew.’

Unhappily the boy went over. He wondered what it would feel like, being turned nude over this very elegant lady’s trouser-suited lap. And there could be worse.. Not long ago, when he had brought back a report of bad behaviour from school, his Mum had taken his pants down and given it to him hard on his bare bottom. He had been wriggling around madly and, halfway through the spanking, he had ‘shot’ in his Mum’s lap. What if he did that on Lydia’s fashionable clothes? It didn’t bear thinking about.

‘Quickly, Andrew,’ said the visitor briskly. She reached forward, slid her hand down over Andrew’s nude body, found a convenient handle, took a firm grasp, and pulled the youngster close. Maintaining her hold, she said, ‘Now, Andrew, you heard what Margot said. You must do what you are told quickly and cheerfully. If you don’t, you know what to expect, which is a well-warmed botty. So I am just going to give you a reminder to ALWAYS do what Margot tells you and NEVER to argue.’

Then she quickly turned the boy across her lap and gave him some twenty, squarely across both bottom-cheeks, with a surprisingly hard palm. The repeated smacks rang round the room, with the boy soon crying at the top of his voice, while the two girls giggled and counted the smacks out loud.

After the spanking, Lydia continued to hold Andrew face-down on her lap, sobbing and squirming, while she lectured him some more on obedience and helpfulness.

At length she finished, ‘So remember, Andrew, cheerful cooperation is what makes the world go round. Do you understand?

‘Oh yes, yes, Lydia! Oh, oh, MY BOTTOM!’

After his spanking, Andrew was put to join Timothy, also with his face to the wall. Margot pointed to the four rosy rear cheeks, now being frantically rubbed, and said to the other children, ‘Now, just have a good look, all of you!’ She made the two youngsters turn round so that everyone could see them crying, then made them face the wall again, still rubbing and sobbing.

Margot went on, So if any of you don’t do as you are told, QUICKLY and CHEERFULLY, you be displaying bottoms just like these. Do you understand?’

She asked each in turn, and each said yes.

Shortly after that Lydia took an amiable leave.

‘Thank you so much for your help,’ said Margot. ‘It was invaluable.’

‘I always do my best,’ said Lydia.

Next day, which was to be the first on the beach, dawned warm and sunny. But Andrew’s main thought, at least first of all, was a hope that he could avoid having another bare-bottom spanking, especially from Lydia, who’d turned out to have a very hard palm indeed. And, thinking back, Andrew remembered something rather odd.. Halfway through the spanking, as his bottom began to burn and as he was writhing around a lot, he’d sudddenly felt Lydia tense up, then a kind of spasm seemed to go all through her, twice, also it was almost as if she had quickly suppressed a low gasp or cry. After several more spanks it happened again, then his spanking was over and he was released. He thought nobody else had noticed, but he also thought...surely not? Such a sophisticated lady...

Lydia wasn’t there the next morning in the house, but she was to meet them on the beach. Soon they were packing up, ready to leave. Timothy was a little late in joining the group, and Andrew’s mouth dropped open to see that he was already quite nude, even with bare feet. Margot explained briskly that she had thought it best to leave all Timothy’s clothes in the house, then there would be no ‘nonsense’ on the beach. As Timothy blushed, Andrew remembered that on the previous year there had been a fuss on the beach because Timothy, who had just turned thirteen, hadn’t wanted to leave off his speedos, and indeed had cried not to be nude in front of anyone. ‘So,’ said Margot, ‘If there are to be any arguments it’s best we have them before we leave home.’ She turned to Andrew, ‘Don’t you agree?’

Andrew gulped and could only nod. ‘Yes, Margot.’

‘Well, I’m glad you agree, because I want you to leave your clothes off too. Leave them all upstairs, then run back down here bare, and we’ll be ready to leave.’

Andrew had no choice, and indeed didn’t dare argue. So in another few minutes he was standing shyly on the hall carpet as nude as Timothy, as indeed were also the two younger children, Anna and Titus. These two were highly excited and in excellent spirits, as also was the oldest girl Lucinda, though Timothy saw that she was wearing a bikini. He thought this rather unfair, but again didn’t dare to argue.

They were off in a few minutes in Margot’s minibus, the two nude boys sitting nervously in the back. They had not even been allowed towels; these were all in Margot’s bags. Very soon they arrived, and were able to park near the beach, where there were already large numbers of holidaymakers. Many of the children playing on the sand or in the edge of the sea were nude, but they all seemed very young. Andrew and Timothy had hoped to scamper down quickly into the water, but as they got out of the van a fashion-plate figure advanced on them with a cry of greeting.

‘Darlings!’ It was Lydia, in a designer beach-wrap and dark glasses, topped with a broad-brimmed straw hat. She looked delighted to see the nude youngsters, but then her glance froze as it fell on Lucinda in her bikini.

‘I know,’ said Margot, reading her expression, ‘But Lucinda has chosen to be difficult.’

‘I have chosen to wear what I choose to wear,’ said Lucinda cheekily. ‘And that’s that.’

‘Haven’t you understood my plans for the beach?’ asked Lydia.

‘Yes, but I don’t have to go along with them.’

Lydia glanced at Margot. ‘May I deal with this?’

‘Certainly – please do.’

In an instant Lydia had reached out, untied the lower half of of Lucinda’s bikini, and swiftly peeled it down. There was a bench nearby, and in another moment Lucinda was kicking and yelling across Lydia’s knees, as Lydia’s hard hand landed repeatedly, with Lydia’s maximum strength, on her madly bouncing bare bottom.

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

Drawn by the noise, a number of holidaymakers gathered round. Lydia paused for a moment and explained, ‘This is a very disobedient and defiant girl who needs a good lesson in behaviour.’

The bystanders nodded approval (‘Quite right, Lydia!’), and some counted the smacks.

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

Lucinda’s gymnastics over Lydia’s knees became even more spectacular as her wildly jiggling rear cheeks quickly became became ever more scarlet, her legs madly thrashing the air.

At last Lucinda was allowed to get up. With a quick movement or two, Lydia removed her bikini completely, then the young teenager was dancing and howling nude on the sand, furiously rubbing her scorching buttocks.

But Lydia had not finished. She handed Lucinda’s bikini to Margot to put away, then snapped to the youngster, ‘Stand up on the bench!’

‘No! No!!

‘DO IT!!’

Sobbing, Lucinda obeyed.

‘You still need a lot more disgrace before I’m satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson,’ said Lydia.

Holding Lucinda’s arm firmly, she thrust the fingers of the other hand right forward.

Lucinda shrieked and contorted. ‘No, Lydia - NO!’ But Lydia was remorseless. Her arm pistoned rapidly back and forth, and the teenager howled and twisted. Eyes screwed up with mortification, lips squeezed shut at first...but as Lydia continued diligent work, she suddenly lost all reserve and inhibitions...

‘Oh Lydia, Lydia, yes, yes, YES! Don’t stop, Lydia, DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP!!! AAAAA AAAAAAH!’

She convulsed and screamed, several times over, feet hammering on the bench, while the small knot of spectators laughed and applauded.

At last Lucinda was dismissed, and scampered as rapidly as she could down to the water, red rear cheeks quivering, to a further burst of laughter from the holidaymakers gathered around.

And Lydia, though slightly flushed and breathless, still had not quite finished. Timothy, fascinated by the entertainment, had come a little too close, and suddenly Lydia’s firm grip fell on his arm.

‘Okay, your turn on the bench, Timothy. Nothing like variety! A boy should perform for us now!’

‘NO!’

But there was no denying Lydia as Timothy, wriggling and squirming, was lifted bodily on to the wooden bench. Again, Lydia’s firm fingers started work as the youngster shrieked. A moment or two later she was satisfied, then again she took a firm grip and started rapid and vigorous work. And it was only a moment or two before Timothy had started to yell like Lucinda...

‘YES, Lydia! Yes, YES, YES!!’

And Lydia worked even faster and more diligently, her other hand behind, stroking, tickling, probing, then vigorously spanking.

‘AAAAAH!! Yes, YES, YES! I’m coming, I’m coming, I’M COMING!!! DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP!!’

The boy suddenly screamed, his bare feet running rapidly on the hard wood, then again and again, as Lydia continued relentless..

‘AaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’

But then at last Lydia had finished, and there was again widespread laughter as Timothy, like Lucinda, with rosy bottom-cheeks quivering, ran nude at high speed to the sea.

Lydia smiled too, then delicately wiped her palm with a scented tissue.

‘The water will be pleasantly cool,’ she said. ‘They’ll appreciate that.’

(The End)