Piet Takes a Trip

Piet Takes a Trip 3

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Piet Takes a Trip
by Verity

Part 3

Peter De Graaf, aged thirteen, continues his unforgettable summer holiday with his amazing Aunt Lucy, and further entertainment is unwillingly provided by two young visitors who need to be reminded that they are still just kids, and still must do exactly what they are told.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

‘Help! Au secours!’

Pieter DeGraaf, a lively young teenager on a seaside holiday with his aunt Lucy and his cousins, didn't want it to end! Today Lucy's friend Francie and her thirteen-year-old daughter Emmeline had been visiting, and they had all spent a long and sunny day on the beach. When they came home, Emmeline had willingly taken over some household tasks. She had just, for example, taken Pieter’s cousin Lukas, aged nearly fourteen, upstairs for a bath.

‘She’s a girl, you see,' Lukas was told, ‘and girls take charge of boys. It’s what they do. So make sure you do all she tells you.’

Whether Lukas did or didn’t was not clear - but there soon came the sound of lots of splashing and shrieks from upstairs.

‘You’re up next,' Lucy said to Pieter.

‘Oh, wow!’

‘I hope they’re not making a mess,' said Emmeline's mother.

‘I hope they are,’ laughed Aunt Lucy. ‘I want youngsters to have fun here, to enjoy themselves.’

‘Of course you are right,’ said Francie, 'I just wish my own boys were as easy to manage as your lot. But, as things are, they are increasingly noisy, dirty and disobedient.’

There were two of them, she said – Emmeline’s twin Krispin, 13, and Marco, aged 12 – each as difficult as the other, Francie said.

‘Sounds like you need to give them very red bottoms, Francie,’ said Charity, Lucy's 15-year-old daughter. ‘Down with their pants, I say! And over your knee! One, then the other. And smack their bad, naughty bottoms just as hard as you can. Have them both screaming, and then you will have no more disobedience.’

‘You keep your opinions to yourself, Charity,’ said Lucy reprovingly.

‘And keep them both bare and crying for the rest of the day,' added Charity, undaunted. 'Just to make sure.'

‘Yes, you’re right, Charity,' said Francie. ‘I have so often thought that if they were to feel my hand on their bare bottoms – hard and often – it might make a big difference. But I can't quite bring myself to it.'

‘You might have to,’ said Lucy, 'Or you might need some help. But there are other ways of taking charge too. A youngster of that age needs to be taught that he is just a little boy, nothing more. He needs to be brought down a peg or two.’

She asked Francie, ‘How often do you bath them?’

‘Well, that’s another issue. I know that Emmeline and I should bath them both regularly, by hand and thoroughly, but they won’t let us. They are both very naughty and scruffy.’

Matters were complicated, she explained, by the fact that the boys' father, like Lukas’s, was abroad on diplomatic service.

‘You know, Francie,’ said Lucy, 'The whole issue of bathing is often the whole key to who's in charge and who's the kid. And indeed nudity. Francie, do you ever have your boys completely naked in the house? I don’t just mean in the bathroom, but in the living-room or sitting-room perhaps, and for a good long time?

‘Oh, they wouldn’t want that, Lucy.’

‘That’s precisely the point! Quite frankly, Francie, having a youngster bare is very important to the issue of who’s just a kid. A thirteen-year-old boy, say, who is as naked as a three-year-old before the whole family will find it hard to give himself airs!’

Francie smiled and nodded. ‘Yes, I can see that.’

‘When Pieter first came to stay, I kept him completely naked in the house quite a lot,' Lucy continued, while Pieter blushed. ‘Also in the garden, with the other boys - though he cried there at first, because it's so public.’

‘Well, I can see that Piet is such a pleasant, polite and well-behaved boy. I am sure that his time with you contributed to that.’

Lucy shook her head. ‘I don't think so. Pieter was okay before he came. I never had any real problem with Pieter. But it does seem like you have an obedience and respect problem with Krispin and Marco, which may get worse. So listen, why don’t let them stay here with us for a week or two? They’ll have a great time, and I guarantee excellent results.’

‘Wonderful!' cried Francie. 'Oh, I can't thank you enough. I’m sure they’ll have an excellent couple of weeks with you. But I also hope they’ll both come back with red bottoms!'

‘Well, maybe not. It may not be necessary,’ laughed Lucy. ‘Let's see.’

Krispin and Marco arrived on the following day. From what Francie had said, Pieter and his cousins had braced themselves to meet a pair of little monsters, but – what a surprise! They were a pleasant, friendly, and very attractive pair – that was what Charity said, so it had to be true! And they all got along perfectly - for example, Krispin shared Lukas’s passion for computers and video games, and had brought a number of new items and spare components with him. And all of them loved playing football and tennis in the huge garden.

The first difficulty came on the second day. It was bathtime for Pieter and Marco, and Lucy told them to leave off their clothes downstairs, putting everything in the wash.

Pieter started to obey, but Marco’s mouth fell open. ‘Take all my clothes off in here?

‘Yes, put them in the laundry basket, dear, then you can both run upstairs bare for your bath, and I'll come after you.'

‘I’m not going to be all bare down here, in front of everyone!' declared Marco, staring in horror at the two girls.

Lucy said patiently, ‘Marco, you are one of the family now, so you will be naked like the other boys, and do as you are told.’

‘No, I won’t.’

‘Are you refusing to obey me, Marco?' asked Lucy in the ominously quiet voice so well known to the others.

Marco was not a bad boy. He paused, gulped, but then said again, ‘I don’t want to be all bare in front of everyone, and I won’t be.’

Lucy sighed and said. ‘Such a pity, Marco – but you must take the consequences. Charity - deal with Marco, please.’

Charity immediately went across to Marco, took hold of his shorts and started unbuttoning them.

‘Hey, you can’t take my clothes off!’ gasped the youngster.

‘I’m not taking your clothes off,’ said Charity sharply. ‘I’m taking your pants down. That's what happens to a boy who is very naughty and disobedient – his pants are taken down, he’s turned over, and his bare bottom is thoroughly reddened!’

‘NO!!' howled Marco.

‘Let go your pants!’ ordered Charity, as Marco frantically clutched his shorts.

‘No – no – I’ll do it, I’ll do what I'm told. Please!’ To get a bare-bottom spanking in public would be bad enough, he thought, but to get it from a g-g-girl..

Lucy said, ‘Marco, I have already told you that the rule here is, you do exactly what you are told and when you are told, without arguing. It's best for you, and best for everyone else. And you didn’t - and you have to take the consequences. So let go of your pants!’

Such was the air of command in Lucy’s voice that Marco obeyed, but he burst into loud tears as Charity skinned down his shorts and underpants, hoisted up the rest of his clothes, exposing his pale, wriggling bottom, then turned him face-down across her lap and got seriously to work.

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

And in a moment or two the twelve-year-old was kicking and bouncing madly over Charity’s knees as, lips pursed and brow furrowed with concentration, she did her utmost to give the naughty youngster a serious lesson in obedience. In other words, she spanked as hard as she could, so that the youngster was screaming from the first smack. And his furiously working rear cheeks quickly turned bright red, to the great admiration of the small audience.

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

By the end of the spanking, the twelve-year-old’s noise had risen to a deafening crescendo, to the further applause of the other kids.

At last, when told he could get up, Marco bounced back on to his feet and entertained everyone with a spectacular singing and dancing performance, prancing and yelling on the carpet, his shyness completely forgotten, holding his clothes as high as he could to let the cool air at his scorching bot-skin.

‘Oh, my bottom, my bottom, MY BOTTOM!!’

With the boy’s clothes up, there was also a highly comical view of everything in front flopping wildly up and down in time to his gymnastics, bringing a gale of giggles from the girls. Even Lucy smiled and whispered something to Greta, at which they burst out again.

Then Lucy briskly skinned the rest of Marco’s clothes off, saying, 'I'll give you your bath soon, but first you'll have to stay completely bare in front of us all for a good long time.' And she made him stand naked and crying in the middle of the room, though saying that he could sit down if he wanted - but the offer was declined!

Krispin, considered a bright boy, had watched Marco’s spanking uneasily, and was determined that he would not get the same. So next day, when the moment he dreaded arrived and Lucy called him over to have his clothes taken off for his bath, he realised he had no choice and didn’t resist. But it was very hard for the thirteen-year-old, and he was crying as he finally stood nude on the carpet, with Lucy and the girls looking him all over with fascination. Lucy, though, was kind and understanding and dried Krispin’s tears. Then she took his hand and walked him upstairs naked for his bath. Eleven-year-old Greta giggled as she followed, but Krispin cheered up considerably when Lucy put a somewhat reluctant Charity into the bath with him. And standing in the bath, being vigorously soaped nude with an equally nude Charity, squirming and shrieking with laughter as Lucy’s agile fingers worked busily all over him, he decided that this was very much better than being spanked! He wondered if it would become a regular event.

Regrettably, though, Krispin blotted his clean record on the second last day of the visit. It was a wonderfully sunny day on the beach, which was just in front of the house, numerous visitors were revelling in the sun and the water, and the children were becoming deeply suntanned. Nobody was quite clear what happened, but some kind of squabble arose between Krispin and his younger brother Marco. Krispin kicked at Marco, missed, and kicked the picnic table instead. The small table took the full force of the lively youngster’s foot, and seemed for a moment to fly into the air - then landed some distance away, upsetting all the lunch and drinks, scattering food, glasses, bottles far and wide. Some of the crockery was broken by the impact, and Krispin stared horrified, mouth open.

‘Oh, wow!'

But Lucy wasted no words. She rose immediately to her feet, grasped Krispin and marched him over to a nearby bench, where she sat down, grasped the youngster’s shorts and underpants and in an instant skinned them right down, hauled the rest of his clothes as high up as she could, and in another instant turned him face-down over her lap.

‘SMACK- SMACK-SMACK- SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK- SMACK- SMACK- SMACK-SMACK...!

Lucy’s firm hand fell repeatedly. She applied her palm as fast and as forcefully as she could, with the intention that today’s exhibition would not be repeated. She smacked across the middle of his bottom, then smacked each cheek alternately, then landed more across the middle, working vigorously, quickly reddening both madly squirming cheeks all over. And the athletic kicking of the youngster’s long legs and the volume of noise from the other end made Lucy feel pretty confident that her effort would not be wasted. To add to Krispin’s disgrace, not only did the other children crowd round for a good view, but there were now numerous people on the beach, and those nearby were highly entertained by the spectacle of a thirteen-year-old boy getting a hard bare-bottom spanking in public, screaming his head off. And many, too, were the approving comments.

When Lucy had finally finished and lifted Krispin, still howling, to his feet, she quickly helped him out of his socks and trainers, then peeled off all the rest of his clothes.

'You can run down to the water now and cool your hot botty,’ she said.

At which the youngster wasted no time, scampering naked to the water’s edge at double-quick speed, still streaming tears, and temporarily forgetting his nudity in his eagerness to plunge his hot bottom-skin in the cool water. His joggling red rear cheeks as he ran provoked some more laughter, but he paid no heed, though he was surprised that his bottom didn't actually hiss as he immersed it in the surf!

But very soon Krispin, in the cool water, felt much happier, and in a few minutes more it was time to leave, and Lucy came down to the water. Krispin wondered if she had brought a towel or his clothes, but no. She held out a hand and ordered, ‘Run with me!’ At which, firmly holding hands, they both ran – up the beach and back to the house - as fast as they could.

Eleven-year-old Greta said later, ‘Krispin shouldn’t be bothered about us seeing him all bare now. The whole town has seen him!’

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