Piet Takes a Trip

Piet Takes a Trip 6

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Piet takes a trip

by Verity

Part 6: The Witches

Pieter de Graaf, just turned thirteen, and on an idyllic holiday with his cousins, encounters a group of ladies with unusual tastes whom the youngsters call 'the Witches' - though not in their hearing.

Pieter de Graaf, recently turned thirteen, and his cousin Lukas, almost fourteen, had spent a fabulous two weeks at the beachside villa of their aunt's friend, Francie. That summer had been unforgettable, though partly because Francie, with her strong beliefs of various kinds, had kept the boys naked all the time! But they had soon got used to this, even though it was sometimes difficult when other visitors came. But another visit was due now, and as late summer was turning into autumn, Pieter wondered whether the regime would be the same. Surely not! When he dared to ask his aunt, she laughed and said. 'Of course not, silly boy. It's a holiday trip, not an endurance test, you know.'

This time, they would get to wear shorts and tee-shirts. So it would of course be much easier for coming and going from the town, where - Francie said - there would be regular shopping visits, movies and the like.

Francie - who seemingly was a big name in fashion, provided the clothes for both boys. As the shorts were extremely short, Pieter's legs felt very bare, and he thought that he might feel a little embarrassed in the town - but still, if visitors came to the villa, it wouldn't be like being completely nude, as before.

And visitors there were, as Francie had a wide circle of friends, all also seemingly in the fashion world and extremely elegant - mainly, in fact, the same group of ladies that had seen the three boys naked in the big room on their last visit, and for a good long time, but hadn't minded - so nudity wouldn't have mattered in any case. And they were again very friendly, greeting Pieter and Lukas warmly - also Ydris, their cheerful and impish twelve-year-old cousin.

Ydris, though, took a different view from the other boys. 'I'd rather be bare like before,' he said.

But Pieter guessed he might change his mind when autumn draughts began to whirl through the huge villa.

The elegant visiting ladies seemed to spend most of their time drinking tea and cocktails, eating extravagantly decorated cakes, gossiping, exchanging scandal, and shrieking with laughter.

One of them, who Pieter learned was called Annaliese, called out to the three boys, 'Come and have some cream buns, darlings!'

This was an invitation not to be refused, and in a moment the youngsters were established at the table munching iced cakes and drinking exotic juices as if they had been there all their lives.

The ladies chatted on, clearly continuing an earlier conversation which, to Pieter's ears anyway, seemed to have taken an odd turn.

'Oh my dear, you are so right!' said one of the most talkative ladies. 'I do firmly believe in traditional methods where boys are concerned. And, my dears, there are 'fringe benefits' in the old ways, because, since my naughty Caspar turned twelve (he's thirteen now), I always have a cracking orgasm when I give him a good bare-bottom spanking!' She laughed. 'Especially if he's been very bad and I have to do it really, really hard, so that he's squirming and wriggling around a lot - as a boy will do when he's getting it hot with his pants down - then I get one double-strength!'

'Darling Petronella, I truly agree!' said her neighbour. 'I still use the same methods with cheeky Chad, who was fourteen last week - but unfortunately no better behaved. He goes hard now as soon as I take his pants down, and when I'm spanking him I can feel it right against my twat, so when he's writhing around - more and more as his bot gets redder - his bare willy is joggling harder and harder against me, then I have almost a triple organism, and can hardly keep quiet!'

'Do you think they notice, sweetie?' asked another lady, pouring her third neat Campari.

'I doubt it. A naughty boy always makes so much noise when he's getting it on the bare bot, he wouldn't hear anything above the screaming - even though that's all put on, of course.'

'I prefer to have my entertainment when my boys are quite naked - like at bathtime, Petronella. You know my twin sons, they're also fourteen now. When I bath them, I do it in the natural way, with bare hands, and when I am doing their naughty bits - which I soap thoroughly - I usually come right like a bomb. I sometimes shriek and can't stop it.' She drained her fourth crème de menthe. 'But then - why hide it?'

'I've seen your sons, Mariana. They're very good-looking boys - I envy you, being able to have them both bare, and so often.'

'Oh, don't envy me, Petronella - they're a terrible handful. Any help at bathtime would be very welcome, my darling. Call round about eight some evening - I'll be delighted to have an extra pair of hands. And, of course, there will be a gin or two.'

'Great - tonight, perhaps. Why wait? But won't they mind?'

'They better not! said Mariana emphatically 'I take no nonsense, nor should you. Just remember - they both have bottoms! Conveniently bare at bathtime, of course. And you won't have to mind if they go really hard in front when their bare botties are soundly smacked.'

'On the contrary - my visual delight will be doubled!'

'You'd have to do something about it, though.'

On which note, there was a great flurry, and the ladies left, seemingly late for a show. They hadn't seemed to care about the boys hearing what they said, thought Pieter. Or were the boys meant to hear? It was all very confusing.

Pieter was on excellent terms with Emmeline, Francie's fourteen-year-old daughter, and he told Emmeline about the conversation.

She laughed. 'They're all a bit crazy. I call them the Seven Witches.'

'I'll stay out of their way, I think,' said Pieter.

'Oh I shouldn't worry - you should be like Ydris - he doesn't care about them. He reckons he's a big boy now, he's nearly thirteen. He sometimes sits bare on that Christabel's knee. After tea, often, Christabel turns him over and gives his bot some spanks, then when she turns him back his willy's sticking right up - then she jerks him off really, really fast and as hard as she can - you should see his legs kicking and hear him yelling - then he screams out loud when he comes, and everybody laughs. I tell you, he doesn't care!'

'Would they ever do that to me or Lukas?' enquired Pieter curiously.

'Mebbe.'

With that he had to be content. And Lukas thought the same as Emmeline. 'They're a bunch of nutters. And they only think about one thing.'

There was no dispute about that, Pieter thought.

The Witches came back two nights later.

'No broomsticks, I see,' said Lukas.

'Sssh - don't say things like that,' hissed Emmeline. 'And don't call them witches either - not out loud. Francie wouldn't like it.'

'You started it,,' said Pieter.

'Well, don't tell them what I said, or my knickers would come down!' said Emmeline. 'The last time I gave them 'lip', I wasn't sitting down for quite a while afterwards.'

Pieter thought privately that he wouldn't have minded seeing 14-year-old Emmeline having her knickers taken down. He wondered whose knee she would be put over. How red would they make her botty, and would she be screaming? But he kept his thoughts to himself and promised to be careful.

In any case, the Witches seemed in an even more amicable mood. Once suitably refreshed, one said,' Francie, looking at these boys in their new gear, I have to congratulate you. In terms of haute couture, you have utterly surpassed yourself. I presume, of course, that the designs are yours?'

'Of course.'

'Just one teeny thing - I liked them better the way they were when we first visited - they looked much nicer.'

Francie smiled. 'Completely naked, you mean? Yes, they certainly did - but it's colder now.'

'It's warm enough in here.'

Francie laughed, then said, 'So it is. All right, kids - Christabel has spoken. Upstairs, leave off all your clothes, then run back down here BARE - quick as you can!'

She clapped her hands and came running at the boys, shoo-ing them. Laughing and jostling, they scampered upstairs, Ydris first as always - then shortly later all three reappeared in the big room nude, though slightly self-conscious under the gaze of seven pairs of eyes.

The Witches applauded. 'Much better!'

'Tea over, time for entertainment.'

The witch called Annaliese beckoned Pieter over, and gently pulled him to sit on to her lap, where the richly patterned fabric felt odd under his bare bottom. Two of the other witches beckoned Lukas and Ydris.

Annaliese rolled up her right sleeve. 'Turn over!' she ordered Pieter. 'Botty up!'

'But I haven't done anything', protested Pieter.

'Boys have always done something,' said Annaliese crisply. 'But don't worry, sweetie, it won't be hard. Just enough - you'll see.'

Pieter hesitantly turned over as instructed.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!..

There were about a dozen, and they still stung a bit - quite a lot, in fact, making Pieter kick and squirm. But Annaliese quickly spun him over again, and Pieter at once saw - to his momentary embarrassment - that, whatever qualities there were in Annaliese's exquisitely manicured spanking hand, they seemed to be extraordinary, because he was sticking right up in front - hard against his tummy.

But the lovely Annaliese was not embarrassed, immediately taking a firm grip.

Pieter shrieked. 'Aaaaaaaah!'

Then Annaliese's hand was working furiously, and Pieter had truly never felt anything like it. He was dizzy, his head spun round and round, multi-volt electricity was shooting all through him. He was on Cloud 9 - no, cloud 1000. He had started yelling, but didn't care - and his noise redoubled as he felt an elegant but strong finger thrust deeply up between his bottom-cheeks.

Next instant, a thunderflash exploded inside him, lightning forked all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes, all his limbs thrashed and convulsed, and he screamed at the top of his voice - and again..

He didn't want Annaliese to stop.

But at last it was over, and Pieter began to breathe again.

'Wow!!'

Annaliese passed the cakes. 'Have another Raspberry Delight,' she said.

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