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At the Beach
I just returned from vacation and wanted to share something I saw at
the
beach this summer.
I just returned from my two week vacation to an island off of cape cod
where my wife and I go every year to get away from the heat and to soak
up some sun.
My favorite beach is an isolated area of a public beach shielded by
large clay cliffs that is designated as clothing optional and is
normally full of people who enjoy an all over tan. My wife willingly
accompanies me even thought she will not join me in nude sunbathing.
This clothing optional section of the beach is clearly marked by a
large
bolder and after that point there is about /2 mile of beach where you
can find the usual crowd of 100 or so nudes enjoying the sun. This
group is not unusual and consists mainly of adult couples or singles
enjoying the freedom of getting a good tan unencumbered by swim suits,
but there quite a few families with children, some of which enjoy being
naked and others who wear swim suits. The final group consists of
groups of 10 -14 year olds who come to practice skinny dipping.
One day at the beach my wife and I found a section of fairly nice beach
and set up our chairs and blankets and were soon surrounded by 4
families. The first to arrive had three girls who I would guess were
8,10 and 12 years old and the whole family enjoyed playing in the surf
naked. The next group had an 8 or 9 year old girl and a boy who was
probably 10 or 11. Mom and dad stripped immediately, but the kids
kept
swim suits on. The next family had 5 boys from age 6 through 14 and
they immediately stripped and headed into the water. This family
must
have been regulars to the beach, because they all had a deep dark tan
from their head to their toes. The last family to arrive had a 13
year
old girl and a 15 year old boy, who initially kept their suits on, but
got rid of them after they had spent about an hour on the beach.
These clay cliffs are quite an attraction and a lot of people from the
public beach, especially adolescents stroll the nude beach to look at
the scenery and everything else they can see.
Last week as I was sitting on a rock in the surf around noon enjoying
the sun and cold water I watched a young boy, who I guessed was about
12
wade into the water and remove his swim trunks to play in the water
naked. I guessed he was 12 because he did not yet have any pubic
hair,
but he seemed to enjoy being naked in the surf.
A few minutes later
he
put on his trunks and came to sit on the rock next to me and started
talking about how great the water was. I asked him how old he was and
he told me that his name was Mike and that he had just turned 13. I
asked him where his family was and he told me that they were way down
by
the entrance to the public beach, but that the group they came with
consisted of a lot of 10 year old girls that bored him to death, so his
mom let him go off by himself as long as he was back by 4:00 and he did
not go onto the nude beach.
I asked him why he only took his trunks off in the water and did not
participate in the total use of the beach and he said that he felt
embarrassed by the way he looked. I assured him that he was no
different than any other 13 year old and that as long as he was
disobeying his mom that he ought to enjoy the nude beach.
I pointed out a group of about 6 girls his age that were walking the
beach, enjoying the sights and I mean all of the sights, and suggested
that he leave his suit behind and go strike up a conversation with the
girls. He slipped off his trunks and left them on the rock while he
waded toward the beach on an angle that would intersect with the girls,
with it all hanging out and I do mean out.
I rejoined my wife and sat down to read my book, but watched his
progress. The girls stopped and spent a long time talking to him and
two of them even stripped and went into the surf with him to play on
his
boogie board, while one of the other girls went to the rock and stole
his swim suit and put it in her beach bag.
The girls left a little later and it must have given him confidence
because he spent the next three hours strutting along the beach or
laying out on a flat rock that tourists had to walk by if they were
looking at the bluffs. He watched each group approached and was sure
to strut his stuff if he saw any young girls, with or without their
family.
By around 2:00 he had talked two younger boys, around 10 years old,
into
removing their swim suits and the three of them had a great time
playing
in the surf and displaying themselves on the rock. These boys were
with their parents who were enjoying nude sunbathing, but until they
met
Mike they had been playing in the water with their swimsuits on.
What Mike didn�t seem to notice that he was turning bright red all over
his bare behind and other private parts that he had been proudly
displaying to anyone who wanted to see. Around 3:30 my wife packed up
the towels and started toward the car while I got the chairs and cooler
and started to follow her to the parking lot. About that time the boy
came over in tears and said that his swim suit wasn�t on the rock
anymore and that he had to rejoin his family and their friends, but he
didn�t have any clothes.
I walked with him back to the bolder marking the nude beach and then
walked about 300 yards through the public beach to the umbrella that he
described to get a towel from his mother. I found the family and told
his mom what had happened and that he needed a towel to rejoin them.
His mom was furious and grabbed a short plastic shovel the younger
girls
had been using to dig in the sand and asked me to take her to her son.
We went down the beach toward the rock and I noticed that she had not
taken a towel only this plastic shovel. When we reached the rock the
boy knew he was in trouble and tried to explain what had happened, but
his mom would hear none of it, she grabbed him and then sat down on a
rock and turned him over her knee and paddled his bare, very badly
sunburned bare behind, with the plastic shovel.
When she had finished spanking him she marched his naked red butt
through the family beach to their location. I followed at a discrete
distance, and watched her add additional swats with the shovel every 20
or 30 yards. When they reached their group the girls were excited to
see him show up naked and asked all kind of questions while his mom
turned him over her knee and paddled him again until he was crying and
begging her to stop.
I walked the long 1/4 mile trail back to the parking lot and my wife and
I
loaded the car and stopped to enjoy an ice cream cone before driving
back to the house we were renting. Just before we left this family
came up the trail from the beach, with Mike still in his birthday suit
getting a swat every few yards from his mom. They packed the two
vans
they had and then she turned him over her knee and gave him a severe
spanking with the shovel again before sticking him in the back seat
with
seven young girls, who obviously had enjoyed watching his bare butt get
spanked. Across the parking lot at a picnic table the six girls he
had
met on the beach were watching his mom deliver this last spanking and
as
his family drove out of the parking lot the girls stood where he could
see them and waved his swim suit, to make sure he knew what they had
done.
I know that this kid learned his lesson, if not from the public
spankings he got from his mom, and the embarrassment of being paraded
naked through the public beach and in front of his little sisters and
their friends, then from the major sunburn he would have in areas that
would be embarrassing to treat as well as painful.
I would be willing to bet that he was so sunburned that he couldn�t
wear
any pants for several days, and that his mom would continue to ensure
that the sunburn was not the only thing that caused his behind to be
red
and sore.
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Babysitting
The summer I turned 12 one of our neighbors asked me to baby sit her
three little boys, the youngest was 6 and her 8 year old twins. My
first job was to watch them for an afternoon and everything went fine.
The next time I watched them for an evening, and part of my duties
were
to feed them, give them their baths and have them in bed by 8:00 at the
latest. I managed to get all of this done, but the house was a mess
and the kids didn�t get to bed until almost 9:30.
The next time I sat with the boys bedtime ended up being closer to
10:30
and I obviously had little control over the 8 year olds, who were
getting into mischievous.
About a month later she asked me to watch them for an evening, while
she
went to a part down the street and I accepted. Once more she told me
to bathe them, and have them all in bed by 8:00. At about 8:45 the
boys and I were watching TV when their mom came in and surprised us.
She wanted to know why the boys were not in bed, and had obviously not
even had their baths yet. She took over at that point and told the
boys to undress immediately, because they were going to get a good
spanking before their bath.
The boys stripped to their underpants
while she was out of the room, and when she returned with a ping pong
paddle in her hands they were already beginning to cry. She saw the
boys and then asked me why I still had my clothes on. I didn�t
understand her and asked what she meant and was told that when she told
the boys to undress for a spanking she meant me too.
I told her that I was too old to be spanked and even if I wasn�t nobody
but my parents could spank me. She laughed and told me that she knew
that I was spanked fairly often by my parents and that she knew several
people in the neighborhood who had witnessed these bare bottom
spankings. She then gave me a hard swat across my pants with the
paddle and told me to strip and make it quick. When I was down to my
underpants she turned me over her knee, pulled off my underpants and
gave me a good hard spanking with the ping pong paddle.
I stood in the corner while she spanked the three boys with her open
hand and then she took the four of us to the bathroom and gave us each
a
bath. The spanking was embarrassing and hurt, but being given a bath
like a little boy was really embarrassing. After the bath she
explained that we had been spanked for not doing what we were told.
The boys because they knew their bedtime was 8:00 and me because she
paid me to follow her instructions. She had suspected that the boys
had been up late the other nights I had watched them, because they were
tired and cranky the next day.
She put the boys to bed and took me downstairs, where she explained
what
she expected me to do again. This time I listened carefully, because
I
was in my birthday suit and she still had the ping pong paddle. I
told
her that I understood and then she said that she was glad I did, but
that she was going to make sure by spanking me again. I went across
her knee and she blistered my behind until I was crying.
She left for the party again and told me she would be home by 12:00.
At a little after 11:00 she came home again and told me that the party
had broken up early but that she and I had a little unfinished business
to attend to before she walked me home at 12:00. She picked up the
ping pong paddle and told me to remove my pants, because she wanted to
be sure that I understood how she felt about the way I had not followed
her instructions when watching the boys.
I removed my pants and
watched as she got a kitchen egg timer and sat it on the table. She
set the timer for 15 minutes and said that she would spank me until the
bell went off, but I said that I couldn�t take a 15 minute spanking and
begged her not to spank me for 15 minutes and she said OK and reset the
timer, this time for 20 minutes and I begged her not to use the timer,
but to just spank me for a few minutes like she had before.
She turned me over her knee, pulled down my underpants and then put the
timer where I could see it and then she reset it to 25 minutes and
began
to paddle my bare behind.
When the timer finally went off I could
barely hear it because I was sobbing and my entire mind was
concentrating on each smack that turned my behind on fire. After the
spanking, one of the hardest I had ever gotten, she had me stand in the
corner until I wasn�t crying anymore and then she walked me home. Dad
was waiting up for me and before I could go to bed my neighbor told him
what I had done and that she had spanked me.
Dad agreed with her that I needed to be punished for not following her
instructions and invited her into the house while he sent me for his
belt. Dad talked to me about the responsibilities of taking on a job,
like baby sitting and then told me to remove my pants and bend over the
chair in the living room. When I was in position he pulled down my
underpants and was impressed by how red my behind was from the spanking
she had already given me.
He told her that it looked like I had been spanked enough that night
and
he was going to send me to bed, but that he would use the belt on me in
the morning to ensure I knew how he felt about what I had done, and
that
she was welcome to drop by and witness the spanking at 8:00.
At 8:00 the next morning dad had me get the belt, take off my pants and
bend over the chair in the living room, as he explained why I was being
spanked the door bell rang and dad let my neighbor and her three boys
in
and told them to sit down while he got down to business. Dad pulled
my
underpants off and gave me a sound spanking with his belt which
consisted of about 50 swats, which on top of the spankings I had
received the night before and the embarrassment of being spanked in
front of an audience, left me in tears.
I continued to baby sit for this lady for the rest of the summer and
always followed the rules and made sure I did exactly what I was told
each night, but she continued to set the timer and to blister my bare
behind with the ping pong paddle when she came home. The only
difference was that she did not tell my dad about these spankings.
I continued to baby sit for this lady and others in the neighborhood
until I turned 16 and was considered to be one of the most responsible
sitters that anybody used. I owe this to the way I learned to baby
sit, and the consequences of not following instructions. When her
boys
turned 12 they no longer needed a baby sitter and as a 16 year old boy
I
decided to give up baby sitting, but I missed the bare bottom spankings
she still gave me when she returned home each time I watched her boys.
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