Piet Takes a Trip

Piet Takes a Trip 4

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Piet Takes a Trip
by Verity

Part 4

Young teenager Pieter de Graaf continues his summer holiday with his delightful Aunt Lucy and his cousins. He learns a lesson, then receives an invitation.

Pieter de Graaf, aged thirteen, had extended his magical summer stay with his Aunt Lucy and cousins in their house by the beach. It was a great trip, and he wanted it never to end. He loved his cousins and his aunt, though with a houseful of lively youngsters, his aunt – who always asked to be called ‘Lucy’ - had to run what is commonly called a 'tight ship', and occasionally to apply some distinctly old-fashioned discipline. In other words, any youngster who was badly behaved, or didn’t do what they were told, would not be sitting down comfortably for some time afterwards.

Lucy always explained herself mildly and – in her own view, reasonably, thus, 'All I ask of any of you is to do exactly what you are told – and to do it when you are told, without arguing or complaining, and then everything will go so much better, and we will all be happier.’

All very sensible, of course, but a boy sometimes forgets.

So there was that unfortunate day when Lucy's friend Francie was visiting, together with her daughter, thirteen-year-old Emmeline. Francine was also holidaying nearby, and she and Emmeline were often in the house, sometimes for a few days at a time. Emmeline was considered especially helpful with looking after the boys, which Lucy insisted was always a girl’s task. Where the boys were concerned, though, Emmeline’s help was not entirely welcome, especially when it involved regularly giving the boys their baths – which was a task that Emmeline always carried out diligently by hand, and with great attention to detail.

And today it was Pieter’s turn. He had been playing football in the garden. Lucy called him and he came in flushed, grubby and tousled. ‘Well, there's a boy who needs a bath, said Lucy. 'Take him upstairs, please, Emmeline.’

Emmeline grinned. ‘Certainly!’

‘In a minute,’ said Pieter. ‘The game's almost finished. We're one goal down, but I'm sure I'll soon score another. It won’t take long.'

‘Come in now!' said his aunt crisply.

‘Later,' said Pieter, ‘Or maybe this evening.’

Aunt Lucy grasped Pieter’s arm and firmly pulled him inside. ‘Have you been listening to me at all?’ she demanded. ‘I have told you again and again about the importance of obedience for every one of us, and I might as well not have bothered. Here you are arguing, instead of obeying, against all the rules.’

‘No, Lucy, I haven’t.’

‘Yes, you have, and don’t make matters worse by starting another argument. And you know what you are going to get for the first one, don’t you? Emmeline - deal with Pieter, please.’

Pieter’s insides churned at the sudden realisation of what he had foolishly got himself into. By contrast, Emmeline was grinning broadly – then, catching Lucy's eye she tried to put on a ‘stern’ expression, but didn't succeed very well,

She sat on the sofa, and said, ‘Come here at once, Pieter.’

Peter already felt his bottom tingling - and his eyes filling, because he guessed that Emmeline was going to take his pants down - but there was nothing but to get it over.

‘Y-yes, Emmeline.’

It was the first time Emmeline had spanked Pieter, and she fumbled a little with the buttons of his brief shorts, but in a moment or two she had skinned them down to his ankles, followed by his underpants. After which she pushed the rest of his clothes right up, under his armpits. Pieter tingled all over at the sudden sensation of public bareness, and also saw that Emmeline’s gaze was focused on one spot. His hand flew down, but Lucy said crisply, 'Take your hand away at once, Pieter.’ He obeyed, and Emmeline said, ‘I’ll give him one or two extra for that!'

And Lucy said, ‘Quite right! Now, pay attention, the rest of you. If I see any other boy covering himself in that silly way, it’s an extra-red bottom for him! It’s an impertinence to the rest of us, and I won’t have it. And Pieter, for you it’s particularly stupid, as Emmeline is going to give you a bath in a while, so she’s going to have you completely naked in front of her for as long as she wants. And the others will get to watch too.’

‘Sorry, Lucy,' said Pieter penitently.

‘How many, Lucy?’ asked Emmeline.

‘Just a round dozen. It’s simply a warning this time. He’s getting off lightly.’

So, on the sofa, Pieter was turned across Emmeline’s lap – slightly awkwardly, as Pieter was as big as her – perhaps slightly bigger.

But Emmeline was undaunted. ‘Lift your bottom up, Pieter,’ she ordered. ‘Right up.’ And the unfortunate Pieter, squirming with embarrassment, reluctantly arched his hips upwards.

‘Don't wriggle!’ warned Emmeline sharply, and then…

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

Pieter’s eyes burned with mortification at the feeling of Emmeline's slim schoolgirl hand smacking his bare bottom. By the time Emmeline had finished, her hand landing all over his now-stinging bot-cheeks, he was crying at the top of his voice, not just because of his hot bot but also from the shame of it, tears running down his cheeks and dripping from his chin. Emmeline was only the same age as himself! But he knew, though, that the humiliation of getting it on his bare bot from a thirteen-year-old girl, with her bare hand, was part of his punishment. And he could hear 11-year-old Greta sniggering, which didn’t help!

In any case, the spanking was soon over, and Pieter was allowed up to stand sobbing on the carpet. Then Emmeline took him to sit on her lap – which fortunately didn't hurt - took off his shoes and socks, and peeled off the rest of his clothes. Lucy ran the bathwater and Emmeline, taking Pieter’s hand, walked him upstairs red-bottomed and nude. She didn’t waste any time and, standing Pieter in the bath, still crying with shame, began briskly to hand-soap him all over.

Eleven-year-old Greta, who was always completely uninhibited, came up to watch, and asked, ‘Can I soap his willy and nuts?’

‘No, you can’t.'

‘I’d do it good!'

‘No, Greta. Not now, anyway.’

‘Then can I soap his bot?' And then I’ll soap right in between his naughty bot-cheeks – hard!’

‘No, I’m bathing Pieter, and I’m doing all of him. But you can hold his willy, as it’s the thing to do when you bath a cheeky boy, to keep him still, stop him from squirming around. A good firm hold, please.’

‘WAAAAAAH!'

‘And don’t let go!'

A few minutes later Lucy came to the door, looked in, and smiled. ‘I like to hear a lot of squealing – it shows that a boy is being bathed thoroughly.'

Lucy’s friend Francie was with her. Approvingly, she looked the naked youngster up and down, then said, 'Pieter, 'I'd really like you to come with Lukas for a weekend at the Villa Superba.’

Pieter knew that Francie owned a magnificent villa by the sea a short distance away, with a swimming pool and a vast sun terrace stretching over the beach, The other kids had already been on visits and clearly now it was Pieter’s turn. It was great that Lukas would be going too. He agreed eagerly.

‘Fine!' said Francie. 'This weekend, then? You’d like that too, wouldn’t you, Emmeline?

‘Yes – magic!'

‘And we’ll keep Pieter bare all the time!' said Emmeline.

‘Golly gosh!’ gasped Pieter.

‘Jolly good idea!’ chuckled Lukas.

‘And you too,’ said Francie.

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