Piet Takes a Trip

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Piet Takes a Trip
by
Verity

Pieter is approaching adolescence, and thinks that he is very grown-up. But his kindly though firm Aunt Lucy thinks differently, and Pieter, with the help of his cousins Greta and Charity, quickly learns that he is still just a kid after all.

Pieter DeGraaf had just passed his thirteenth birthday, and considered himself very grown-up indeed. This was far from being the case, but at least he was given a little more independence, and now was the first time he would be going on holiday on his own – though admittedly it simply was to stay with his aunt and her family. They lived in a fairly distant part of the country and, of the family, Pieter had met only his cousin Lukas, a friendly and pleasant boy, now almost fourteen, who was always great fun to be with.

On arrival, he liked his Aunt Lucy at once, and she said that Pieter was to call her simply Lucy. She told him that Lukas’s school had not yet broken up for the summer holidays. The term would end on the following day with the school’s annual swimming gala, to which they were all invited.

The boys’ school that Lukas attended seemed to be rather grand, and had its own large and modern swimming pool. When they arrived, numerous families were already finding seats in the gallery, and boys were splashing around in the water. Pieter was surprised, though, to see that, while the school had its own uniform swimming trunks with a crest on the side, quite a number of boys were completely naked.

Pieter’s aunt smiled at his surprise, and explained that the boys were allowed to wear swimming-trunks only when they got to the Fourth Form, at the age of about fourteen. They were quite used to the rule, she said, and didn’t seem bothered. Some, Pieter saw, even went out naked to the foyer for drinks or snacks, while others, equally nude, were talking to their families in the gallery. But not all. Pieter did notice after a while that one or two of the nude boys were crying, and Lucy said that it was probably their first term here, and that this very public nudity was sometimes difficult for 12-year-old boys at first - even in front of their families, who might not have seen them naked for some time. It wasn’t unusual for boys to cry at their first gala, she said. Lukas, on the other hand, now escaped the rule, being a Fourth-Former. Also, he was a good swimmer, and would probably win a prize or two.

More boys were soon coming on to the poolside, and at once Lucy gave a little ‘Oh!’ of surprise. Lukas had come out with the rest, and he was as naked as the younger boys!

Lucy motioned Lukas to come over, and, somewhat pink-faced, he said that Miss Tussock had taken away his swimming trunks, saying that he didn’t need them. This was the redoubtable Miss Hypatia Tussock, who was in charge of swimming. A lady built on the lines of a concentration camp guard, she had already been pointed out to Pieter, marching up and down the poolside, blowing her whistle and barking out orders. It was clear that whatever Miss Tussock said, went!

‘She had a point, though,' said Lucy to Lukas. 'I like you better this way. Let’s have a look at you.’

Lukas’s family looked the blushing boy over, making him turn this way and that, and Lucy said, 'I'll give you a bath tonight. You other kids can watch. She added, ‘In fact, I think I'll start bathing you again.’ The ‘other kids', incidentally, were the rest of the family - another boy, Caspar, aged twelve, and a bevy of sisters, the eldest, Charity, aged fifteen.

At that moment a whistle blew, and there was a general move, at which Lukas was probably glad to escape into the water. After that, the gala proceeded, and Lukas was fortunate in winning two swimming prizes in the races.

After the gala, there was a period of 'free swimming', when everyone could get in the pool. Most of the families, knowing about this, had brought their swimming gear, and were soon splashing in the water.

‘You can get in the pool too,’ said Lucy to Pieter.

‘I haven’t got my swimming trunks.’

Lucy laughed. ‘You silly boy, you don’t need them. You can swim bare, like these other boys.’

Pieter gulped. 'But – but I haven't been bare in front of so many people before.' He stole a sideways glance at his girl cousins, who were already watching with interest.

‘So what?’ said Lucy. 'Lukas is bare in front of everyone – and he’s fourteen, you’re just thirteen, silly boy.'

Then she said, ‘But okay, if you’re a bit shy, perhaps you need a little help. Come here.’

Pieter obeyed, then Lucy said. ‘Lift your arms', and started pulling up his vest and tee-shirt.

‘I’ll help too,’ said eleven-year-old Greta eagerly. She came over, bent down, and started unbuttoning Pieter’s pants.

Wow! Pieter liked Greta well enough, but whether he wanted her to pull his pants down and help get him bare was something else! He had always been warned, though, to be polite and do what he was told.

So off came his shoes and socks but, shyly, he tugged his tee-shirt and vest down as his pants were skinned to his ankles and he was told to step out of them. Then in another moment Greta had briskly pulled the rest of his clothes right over his head and off, leaving him standing naked on the wooden boards. At which, as Greta put everything in her big carrier bag, Pieter followed Lukas’s lead in scampering for the poolside and leaping in the water. There he splashed around happily for a while (he wasn’t an especially good swimmer) until another whistle blew, and it was time to go home.

Lucy had gathered everything up. ‘Come along, let’s go.’

‘I’ll get my clothes,’ said Pieter.

‘They’re all damp and messy, they need to go in the wash,’ said Lucy, indicating the carrier bag. We don’t have to walk far, just to the car-park.’

She headed for the door.

‘But I can’t go through the car-park ALL BARE!’ gasped Pieter.

But he saw that Lukas, now leaving with the rest of the family, was still nude. And others of the younger boys were being taken back naked to the car-park by their families. Lucy said, ‘You see - you won’t be the only one. Now, hurry!’

Still, when outside Pieter felt that everyone was looking at him – though in fact nobody was – and he was glad to get into the car.

On the way home, Lukas surprised him a little. Pieter referred to Lucy as ‘your Mum’, at which Lukas laughed and said, ‘She isn’t actually my mum, though most people think so. She’s actually my aunt, like she is yours. But my mum and dad are travelling abroad for most of the time, in the Diplomatic Service, and for most of the year I stay with Lucy and her family. Actually, I’m very lucky, as they’re a nice family, and Lucy is really kind.’

Indeed she was, thought Pieter, later watching how attentively she bathed Lukas, not using a sponge or anything similar, but soaping him all over with her bare hands.

‘I always hand-bath the kids,’ she said, ‘And I will you – because you’re next.’

‘But –‘

‘Yes, you’re a bit shy still, Piet. But the best way for me to help is that I give you a thorough bath – stand you in the bathtub and hand-soap you all over, while the other kids watch. When you’ve been bare for a good long time in front of us all, you’ll soon get over any shyness.’

‘Mmm - yes,’ said Pieter doubtfully. Did he see a grin on the faces of a couple of the girls? Maybe yes, maybe no – and in any case, everything seemed very relaxed and casual, with the kids coming in and out of the bathroom, gossiping, chattering, asking questions and so on, while Lukas was being bathed,

So Pieter resigned himself – with a slight inward squirm of embarrassment – that his turn would come next.

‘Now, get bare, Pieter, and I’ll be ready for you in a minute.’

But, as so often the case, things didn’t fall out as planned. As soon as Pieter was standing on the bathtub with Lucy soaping her hands, the front doorbell rang.

‘Oh, bother – just a moment.'

Lucy ran downstairs, leaving Pieter in suspense. Lucy surely wouldn’t bring a visitor up, would she? It would be just like Lucy, Pieter thought, to bring one of her friends up to see her thirteen-year-old nephew being bathed.

Fortunately no. Soon Lucy popped her head round the door and said, ‘It’s Mrs Loganberry from the church. I have to help her with the flower rotas.’

Any relief on Pieter’s part was short-lived when Lucy said, ‘Greta will take over now. She’ll bath you.’ She called to her 11-year-old daughter.

‘Greta can’t bath me!’ said Pieter in alarm.

‘Yes, she certainly can – she will take charge and look after you – it’s what girls do, you know. Sometimes she baths Lukas.’

‘But - will she bath me with her bare hands? And - and will she wash ALL of me – even my bot and willy?’

‘Yes, of course. Questions, questions!’ said Lucy, losing patience somewhat. 'Now, do what Greta tells you - and I don't want to hear another word from you!’

So there it was. It felt funny, having Greta’s vigorous small hands soaping him all over his bare skin – it was very hard to keep still or keep quiet.

Greta said conversationally, ‘Mum says I can smack your bot-bot if you wriggle and won’t keep still. And I'm allowed to do it HARD'!

She was probably making it up, Pieter thought. But he said, 'You won't have to smack me. I’m a very good boy, you know,’

‘I don’t think so!’

Then Greta said, ‘Mum says too that a boy has a handle you can hold him with, which is useful. If I bath Caspar or Lukas, I hold them by their handle, nearly all the time I’m bathing them. Especially Lukas.’'

So saying, she took a firm hold of Pieter’s 'handle’, making him squeal.

‘It’s okay to squeal a little when I take hold of it,’ said Greta, giggling. ‘It’s natural!’

‘Glad to hear it,’ said Pieter.

At times, though, Pieter did feel that the girls were rather too much in charge! An example was the ill-fated football game.

The sorry affair is quickly related.

On a sunny Saturday morning, Lukas and Pieter were kicking a football about in the garden. Nothing wrong with that, except that football games had been strictly forbidden in the garden, because of the large amount of glass in the greenhouse and French windows. And it came about that an unlucky shot from Lukas went right into one of these very French windows, totally shattering several panes and scattering glass over the carpet of the main room.

Lukas went pale. ‘Wow – we’re really for it!’ he gasped.

Pieter felt somewhat relieved that Lucy would be out for most of the day. Perhaps they could clean up a little before she got back.

But Charity was in the big room and had seen the whole thing.

She called the boys in and said sharply, ‘Very well, you can sweep up, and then you know what you are going to get. You know very well that you are not allowed to play football in the garden.’

The pair got brushes and started sweeping. Lukas said nothing, but appeared very glum. Just were they going to get?

Then Charity sat on the settee and said, ‘Very well, come here, Lukas.’

She said to Pieter, ‘You need to know, Pieter, that when Lucy is out I am completely in charge, and have the responsibility to deal with any misbehaviour.'

At which, without any ado, she began to unbutton Lukas’s jeans. ‘You WILL learn to do what you are told,’ she said crisply.

Pieter’s heart dropped into his boots. SORE BOTTOMS!

And he was right. Swiftly Charity skinned down Lukas’s jeans and underpants, hauled up the rest of his clothes and pulled him over her lap. Without any further waste of words, her palm began to land – hard - on the youngster's squirming bare bottom.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!….

Soon, as his bottom rapidly reddened, Lukas was kicking and crying loudly.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!…

Lukas’s noise redoubled – then the spanking was over and he was being helped back to his feet, howling and frantically rubbing his hot rear cheeks.

Pieter, watching apprehensively, was pretty sure that he was going to follow Lukas over Charity’s lap. But he was wearing thin football shorts, and hoped at least that if Charity spanked him, she might do it on these, and wouldn’t have to take his pants down. He didn’t at all like the thought of Charity’s hand cracking down on his bare bottom, and his eyes were already pricking at the thought.

And his fears were quickly realised. Charity called him over and then, with a swift motion, grasped his shorts and underpants and skinned them down to his ankles. Equally briskly, she took hold of the rest of his clothes and pulled them up just as far as she could – or so it felt.

The thirteen-year-old boy was horribly embarrassed. True, Charity had already seen him naked – but somehow having his pants taken down for a spanking was especially shameful. He had been told, though, that having people look at your bare bottom and bare everything else was part of the punishment when you were spanked.

Again Charity didn’t delay. Pieter was quickly turned over her lap and..

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!….

Pieter had been struggling not to cry – but his resolve vanished immediately as Charity’s vigorous palm landed resoundingly all over his tender bottom-cheeks, and he was very quickly making even more noise than Lukas had – also his gymnastics over Charity’s lap were even more spectacular.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

But, though it was hard, it wasn’t an especially long spanking, and Pieter too was very soon being helped in turn to his feet. The two boys were then made to stand crying with their faces to the wall, completely bare, so that the other kids could see what they had got. And it happened that Lucy arrived home unexpectedly early just a few minutes later and expressed strong approval of Charity's actions. At the same time, she looked sympathetically at the pair, said she was sure they were sorry, gently stroked their red bottoms and then, for a while, stroked them both in front as well. Even at his relatively young age, Pieter suspected that Lucy, being a very gentle person, had little taste for spanking, and was happy to leave Charity to do the ‘necessary'. Charity, it was clear, had no such inhibitions!

Whatever the truth, a particularly shameful aspect of the affair was that the neighbours had been able to hear the naughty pair screaming, and to guess that they were getting a bare-bottom spanking. Next time the boys were in the garden, in fact, Mrs Noddle from next door asked teasingly, ‘Pants down again, Lukas?' then asked Pieter if his bottom was still sore. But both boys, faces flaming scarlet, declined to answer.

And they both still love Charity like crazy.

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