By Verity
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Piet Takes a Trip
by Verity
Part 5
Thirteen-year-old Pieter
de Graaf and his cousin pay an
exciting visit to a friend’s luxurious holiday villa on the
Med.
But the youngsters are taken aback by some very unusual
arrangements.
‘Vamos!'
With a yell, two lively boys scampered across the wide piazza
towards their friend Francie’s villa. And so continues the
eventful
story of Pieter De Graaf, just turned thirteen, his delightful Aunt
Lucy and his bevy of cousins, boys and girls. During a summer
holiday by the seaside, Pieter and his cousin Lukas, now almost
fourteen, were invited by Lucy’s friend, the exotic Francie,
to
spend a few days in her luxurious seaside villa. The other children
had already made visits, and now it was the turn of Pieter and Lukas.
Pieter had looked forward greatly to the visit. The villa was set on
the seafront on a huge piazza and had its own beach that was
theoretically private, though the local population and holidaymakers
were permitted to use it freely. There would be swimming and
snorkelling, and Francie was arranging surfing lessons.
Francie
spent her summers in the villa with her fourteen-year-old daughter
Emmeline, whom the boys liked, and who had became almost a fixture in
their own holiday house during the holidays.
On arrival,
running across the coloured tiles, Pieter and Lukas were
also
introduced to another young relative of Lucy’s, Ydris, a
friendly
dark-eyed youngster of about Pieter's age, who greeted the two boys
enthusiastically, perhaps welcoming the change from a totally female
household. And, perhaps because it was a very warm day, Ydris was
totally naked!
Francine, gently caressing the
youngster's bottom, smiled. 'Ydris likes to be completely bare when
he’s here in the summer,' she said amiably. ‘And I
keep him that
way all the time.’
Ydris didn’t say anything, but he
was rather pink-cheeked, and Pieter wondered if he had any choice in
the matter.
‘Both of you will be the same in a little
while, of course,‘ she added.
Pieter gulped. So Francie
hadn’t forgotten. True, she had said that he and Lukas would
be
nude all through the visit, but Pieter hadn’t been sure
whether she
meant it, as she was something of a joker.
Now she showed
the two newcomers up to a huge bedroom overlooking the sea.
‘Now,
leave all your clothes here –‘
she said with emphasis,
‘Socks and shoes too, and then I’ll come and lock
all your things
away, because you won't be needing them for a while. Then run down
bare to the front room, both of you.’
Well, it mightn’t
be so bad, Pieter thought. Aunt Lucy too was keen on the kids being
nude in the summer, saying that it was very healthy – and
Francie
had already seen them both naked – indeed fourteen-year-old
Emmeline had even given them both a thorough soaping in the bath.
It
felt a little odd, though, scampering naked down the wide marble
staircase, but at least there was nobody round. Until..
At
the doorway of the huge front room, the two youngsters stopped short.
There were voices, then they saw that, in the wide window bay, a
group of elegantly dressed ladies – presumably
Francie’s friends,
were sitting around a table and having tea, amid tinkling of fine
china, polite conversation and laughter.
Horrified, the
two nude boys halted in the doorway and instantly drew back, peering
round the edge of the door.
Francie saw them and came
over. ‘Come, don’t be shy,' she said,
‘'We're all friends here. Come right in and be
introduced.’
But the two blushing
boys vigorously shook their heads. Lukas said, 'No – I don't
want
all these ladies to see me bare.’
‘Me neither,' agreed
Pieter, shrinking further back into the doorway.
Francie
said, ‘Oh, come along – they won’t
mind.’
But the
boys still shook their heads – at which Francie, still
smiling,
said, 'Oh dear, I think I had better call my friend Lucy and ask for
her advice.'
Aunt Lucy – wow! For some reason, Pieter
suddenly felt his bottom tingle, and he saw Lukas’s hand,
also, go
to his rear.
Francie went over to the phone in the
hallway. She said, ‘I think she'll come straight over, don't
you?'
‘But, Francine – ‘
As she dialled,
Francine continued, ‘I think it would be quite a teatime
entertainment for us, sweeties – ‘cos each of you
would put on
quite a performance over Lucy’s knee! Perhaps you would kick
more,
Lukas, with your long legs – but you too, Pieter, would be
bouncing
like an acrobat - and singing too. Oh, how you
would be
singing, when your bot-bot was getting really red!!'
It
was too much. The boys agreed to be introduced – even though
goose-pimpling with embarrassment. They saw, incidentally, that naked
Ydris had already become part of the scene, and was trotting to and
fro with plates, cakes, teapot and cups, and on good terms with
everyone, occasionally rewarded by an amiable pat behind or in
front.
The ladies seemed completely unsurprised, even
pleased, to see another two naked youngsters.
‘A great
idea, for boys in hot weather,' smiled one of them. 'And such an
attractive pair, too!’ – at which Pieter felt
himself blushing
deeply under the lady’s frank gaze.
Francie introduced
the lady in question as a prominent fashion designer, and she made
Pieter come closer.
‘Yes, wearing the latest summer
outfit, I see. I do like it.’
She had Pieter
turn this way and that, then ran her palms all over him ‘Very
nice
material, very smooth. And so washable, perfect for a boy. And so
nicely shaped here.' She gently stroked and
prodded.
‘Aaaaah!’ from Pieter,
writhing.
‘Yes, I'll get my own two boys into the same
outfit as soon as I get home, and I'll keep them like that for the
rest of the summer,’ she said determinedly.
Lukas had
meanwhile been called over by an exquisitely dressed lady, hung about
with pearls and bangles, who turned him around and said, ‘A
perfect
bot-bot for spanking. If necessary.'
‘Oh, I assure
you it is – as with any thirteen-year-old boy,’
said Francie. ‘This one's rather mischievous, and these white
cheeks are very
often rosy, I can tell you.’
‘How unfortunate,’
murmured the Exquisite One, ‘And he’s getting quite
a big boy too
- he's getting little hairs here, isn't he?' She explored and
tickled, while Lukas squirmed.
She stroked the youngster
behind again.. ‘And such lovely tender skin. He must truly feel
dear Lucy’s hand when he gets it, especially if she takes his
pants
down - the best way to spank a boy. So he'll make plenty of
noise!'
‘Yes – dear Lucy always takes the boys’
pants down when she spanks them, and does it on the bare bot
– so
you should hear him!’ agreed Francie.
Poor Lukas,
scarlet-faced and mortified, could only pretend not to hear, and he
was immensely relieved when a new guest arrived and attention turned
elsewhere.
Then Pieter, like the other two, was busily
engaged in looking after the guests – going to and fro,
pouring
tea, handing out cakes. The ladies, for all their elegance, appeared
also to have considerable appetites. Pieter, though still feeling
horribly shy, tried hard to forget about being naked, as - like Ydris
- he didn't have any choice, also he tried not to notice that the
guests’ eyes, especially when he came close, tended to be
focused
on one spot! Whatever, it was a considerable relief when the
tea-party finally broke up and the guests departed. And he tried not
to mind being kissed and having his bare bottom tickled by each guest
as she left. But he hoped there wouldn’t be another tea party
for
some time.
Matters then improved considerably. The sun
was still high, so Francie set up a barbecue, with games, on the
beach. Francie had the reputation of being a superb cook, and rumour
certainly hadn’t lied, as it was the best barbecue, with the
crispest beef, that Pieter had ever had. The beach was a private
one, but Francie didn’t believe in private property and
keeping
people out – not being that kind of person – so
local people used
the beach freely. And they didn’t seem to think that the boys
being naked was unusual, but smiled and waved, sometimes paused to
chat. Francie often had young relatives staying, so it was likely
that everyone was quite accustomed to seeing bare kids.
Then,
inside again, it was time for baths for three very sandy and grubby
boys. Lukas was the first to be put in the huge bath, to be
‘seen
to’ by Francie, who like Lucy always bathed the youngsters
bare-handed. So in an instant the lively thirteen-year-old was
writhing, laughing, and shrieking at the top of his voice as
Francie's agile fingers worked vigorously in all his most sensitive
spots, splashing everyone around, including Emmeline, who came in to
see the show. Then Emmeline said, ‘Mum, let’s put
Pieter and
Ydris in too, and have all three screaming together!’
‘Super
idea!’ agreed Francie, ‘But there’s one
problem – there are
three of them, and only two of us.’
But just then, as if
on cue, the door rattled, and Francie’s cleaning lady, the
large
and jovial Mrs Prosser, came on the scene. She rocked with laughter
when the situation was explained to her, and she immediately took off
her coat and started rolling up her sleeves – which Pieter
watched
apprehensively.
As well indeed he might – since it as he
who was assigned to the muscular and hearty Mrs P, who took up her
task enthusiastically,
and soon - especially with one of Mrs
P's strong hands working deep between his bot-cheeks and the other
soaping in front as hard as she could - Pieter was soon making even
more racket, and with even wilder gymnastics, than Lukas - yelling,
laughing, screaming.. And he heard Ydris, who was being soaped just
as diligently by Emmeline, joining in at top volume on the other
side, especially when the fourteen-year-old girl mercilessly worked
with agile fingers on his most sensitive and ticklish
spots.
Finally. all three youngsters were taken over to a
long bench at the side of the bathroom, where they were all spanked
together, each turned over a female’s lap, as Francie said
that
they had been difficult and troublesome over their baths, refusing to
keep still, so needed to be taught a final lesson.
Lukas
was the only one to protest. ‘We can’t keep still
or keep quiet
when our bare willies are being soaped hard!'
But
he was awarded extra smacks for arguing – and in another
moment the
whole of the big bathroom rang with loud bot-smacks and yells, and
this now before the fascinated eyes of Emmeline’s friend,
Lulu,
also fourteen, who had just dropped in. Lulu had just been to see
the pier-head cabaret, but said afterwards that this was heaps
better. She watched with a huge grin and big eyes, giggling and
clapping her hands from time to time, as the nude and yelling
youngsters, bottoms up, twisted and bounced, their long legs kicking
frantically as their bot-cheeks began to glow – and
Lulu’s
attention was especially rivetted by the way everything in front
flip-flopped madly around as the bare boys twirled and turned this
way and that under the stinging bottom-smacks.
It didn’t
last for long, and was not in fact an especially severe spanking. But
Pieter had been over Emmeline’s lap, and Emmeline was a
champion tennis-player, so by the time she had finished, Pieter's
bottom was distinctly rosy, as were his eyes.
Still, to
end the day there were large and piping-hot pizzas with chips, as
excellent as the barbecue, so the spankings were very quickly
forgotten.
And Francie, in cheerful mode, expressed
herself well satisfied with the evening’s work. All three
boys, she
said, had been given thorough baths and also sound bare-bottom
spankings – both important necessities for boys of their age.
She
was full of theories – though not quite all of them were
totally
welcome. Especially when she said that, tomorrow evening, she would
invite her lady friends in to watch.
'It would be a
delightful entertainment for them after dinner,' she said.
And
so ended the first day of the holiday
visit.
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