Nakation

By Stormsword

[2,674 words]

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Nakation: Day One

"This is horrible; I can't believe I forgot my swimsuit!" Madeline cried out. She and her family, which consisted of her older brother and her father, had just arrived at the hotel for a vacation. This hotel was situated right on the beach, and had a variety of built-in amenities. Naturally, lacking a swimsuit here was bound to cause problems.

"Thomas," her father sighed, "go with Maddie to the gift shop and help her find a new swimsuit." Thomas grunted, but got up from his seat and grabbed the room key.

When they arrived at the hotel's gift shop, Madeline was immediately upset. Almost all of the swimsuits were not her size, and the few that were the correct size were costly. If she were to buy one here, it would be the only souvenir she would take home from the trip. "Excuse me," Madeline asked the woman running the register, "are there any other swimsuits available?"

The woman looked at Madeline with a slight frown. "Unfortunately, no. We're having an issue with the people who send us the swimsuits, so what we have out is all we have for now. Oh, but don't worry! It's not unusual for kids your age to go around the hotel nude. If you forgot your swimsuit, nobody will complain if you go without!"

Madeline was a little perturbed to be called a kid, already being in her teenage years, but was more shocked by what the woman said afterwards. Could that possibly be true? It was true she hadn't seen the pool or beach yet, but her brother and her did pass by a family with two young children, both wearing swimsuits. "Thank you," Thomas' voice said, breaking Madeline out of her trance "Come on, Maddie, let's go back to the room." With that, Thomas immediately began to leave.

"Wait up, Thomas!" Madeline called out.

"What? We have our solution. You just won't wear anything when we use the pool and beach and stuff."

"Thomas, that's crazy embarrassing! I can't do that!"

"Then do you want to stay in the room the whole time?"

"No, but..!"

"Maddie, it's not a big deal."

"If it's such a small deal, why don't you go skinny dipping too?"

"Because I wasn't enough of a dumb-ass to forget my swimsuit when going to the beach."

When the two got back to the suite, they saw their father had already changed into his swimsuit. "Come on, you two, let's get ready to hit the beach!" Thomas was the first one to get into the bathroom to change, giving Madeline a bit of time to think what to do. But Thomas was quick, and by the time he was out of the bathroom, Madeline was still looking at her suitcase.

"Maddie, what's wrong?" Her father called.

"Nothing, we're ready to go." Thomas responded.

"What do you mean? Maddie's still dressed like that."

Thomas explained to his father what happened in the gift shop, and how the staff recommended Madeline go without a swimsuit.

"Oh, okay, I understand. Well, let's get going."

"Wait! Dad!" Madeline called out.

"What's up?" her father asked.

"I can't go out there naked!"

"Of course you can, the staff said it was fine. You certainly can't stay in here all vacation."

"Dad, no!"

"Madeline, come on. We're going to the beach now." Her father's voice began to take on a less jovial tone. "Get undressed and come outside.I worked hard to get us here, and I don't want you squandering this."

Not wanting to upset her father, Madeline peeled her sundress off herself, and then removed her bra and panties. Instinctively, she covered her breasts and pussy. "You might as well put your hands down," Thomas suggested "you'll be going around like that for awhile; it's best to look like you're enjoying yourself. Madeline just crouched down in response, possibly trying to shrink herself beyond noticing.

"Let's go Madeline, you'll feel better once you're in the water." Thomas and her father started to walk away, and Madeline shakily followed behind. In hindsight, she realized she might have been able to let the door shut behind her male family members and stay in the room, but now, without her room key - or anything other than her flip-flops, for that matter - that wasn't an option.

Hunched over and protecting her modesty as best she could, Madeline crawled a good few feet behind her dad and brother. They haven't passed by anyone yet, but surely it would be only a matter of time until that changed. What's more, the unusual sensation of the cold hotel air caressing her whole body made her hyper alert. Even though there were no eyes on her, she felt like pairs were drilling into her back, her tits, her butt, and everywhere else. She thought things would get better when she got into the elevator, but there she noticed her father was looking directly at her. "Thomas was right," he said, "you need to put your hands down to your side. I understand you're embarrassed, but you're just going to draw attention to yourself." When Madeline didn't do anything, her father gently pulled her up straight and moved her hands to her side. "Nobody's going to bat an eye so long as you put up some confidence."

Confidence? Madeline thought. I'd much rather have my dress right now! Madeline's attempt to voice this request was interrupted by the ding of the elevator they were in. Gazing at the display, Madeline almost wanted to cry when she saw they were only a few floors down, and quite a few away from the lobby. Somebody else was about to see her! Sure enough, when the doors opened, they revealed another family. This one consisted of a man and a woman, as well as two boys, one that looked around Madeline's age, and one much younger. The reactions between the four were varied. Both parents simply smiled; although the mother seemed to be withholding a laugh. Madeline didn't know which reaction she liked less, though: the older or younger boy's. The one her age was clearly taking in the sight, although he at least tried to hide his (obvious to her) gaze. The younger boy, on the other hand, exploded with laughter as soon as he saw her. "Mom, Dad, look! That girl's naked!"

"Haha, she forgot her swimsuit and didn't want to buy a new one." Madeline's father spoke up."

"She didn't want to buy a new one?" The mother echoed, "I bet you didn't realize you were raising a nudist!"

"I'm not sure how true that is, but maybe after this trip I will be!" With that, Madeline's father nudged his daughter's shoulder. The gesture caused her small breasts to bounce slightly, making both the girl and the older boy they just met to fidget.

"Hey, hey, aren't you cold going around naked?" The younger boy asked.

"Yep," Madeline sighed.

"Really? Because you're all red all over. Even down here!" He pointed to the space between her breasts!

"Come now, Johnny, don't embarrass her further!" The father spoke up.

She had only been naked for a few minutes, but Madeline was already in agony. Looking around, she realized it didn't help that she somehow ended up in the center of the elevator. While it was just six people, two of which seemed to have no interest in her lack of clothing, it was still that last place she wanted to be in the current moment. Taking a better look, Madeline noticed that the three walls of the elevators had mirrors on them, giving everyone various angles of her lithe body! Unsure what else she could do, Madeline turned her crimson head down.

When the elevator arrived at the lobby, the other family left first, followed by Madeline's. Madeline was very surprised to notice the hotel staff in the lobby didn't (seem to be) staring at her naked state, instead keeping up their professional demeanor. Perhaps this really was a common occurrence? As they walked to the beach, though, Madeline realized this probably wasn't the case. To reach the beach, the trio had to pass by the pool, where Madeline quickly became the center of attention. The farther into the area Madeline went, the more and more eyes became glued to her form, and by the time the family reached the towel stand, Madeline could feel dozens of eyes pointed on her. "Three towels, please." Her father said to the employee running the stand. Handing them out to the family, Madeline suddenly had a bright idea. Rather than hold the towel by her side, Madeline placed the towel around her neck. The two folds covered her chest, giving her back a little bit of privacy. Neither her father nor her brother seemed to care about Madeline's small victory.

Less people seemed to be eyeing her up once the family hit the sand of the beach, although surely part of that was due to the wider, more spread out nature of the place. The water was a beautiful shade of blue, and on the other edge of the beach was a long, plank walkway with various shops and services. It didn't take long for the family to find some loungers. "Maddie, you'll want to spread your towel down on the chair." Her father instructed.

"I'd rather use it as a blanket..."

Her father shook his head. "It's a hygiene thing Maddie." Her small victory over, Madeline spread out the towel on the lounge chair before looking around one more time. Perhaps by chance, her father had chosen a somewhat quiet area of the beach. There was a guy, a bit older looking than her, some chairs away to her right, but most other people had a bad angle of her between the chairs and umbrellas.

Speaking of umbrellas, Thomas and her father had claimed the two chairs under the umbrella, leaving Madeline fully exposed to the sun. "Did you put on sunscreen?" Her father asked, "Thomas and I put it on when we were getting changed."

"Ah, no, I forgot."

"Be sure to get those white bits good." Thomas commented before tossing the bottle over to her.

Looking around one more time, Madeline noticed the guy to her right had turned to his side. She couldn't tell because of his sunglasses, but she prayed he was asleep. On her other side was her brother and father, intently watching her to make sure she covered herself well. Squeezing out some lotion, Madeline first covered her arms, then her legs, and finally her face. From there came the hard part. Squeezing out another dollop, she began to go over her stomach, and then her chest. "Ngh," she exhaled when the cold cream touched her hardened nipples. Turning around, she nearly jumped when she got a good look at the guy across from her. He seemed to have a neutral expression, though it was hard to tell with the sunglasses shielding his eyes, but more importantly than that was that he was looking at his cell phone, with the camera pointing right at her! Madeline's heartbeat began to pick up. Is he filming me?! She thought.

"You need to get your butt and groin too, Maddie. You'll regret it if they get burned!" Her father's voice brought her back to reality, and she began to rub cream into her bottom. But then she twisted her neck again to look back at the guy. The man smiled in return, still pointing his phone at her. She still couldn't tell if the man was filming her, or doing something else...

Once she was finally covered in sunscreen, Madeline lied down on her chair and tried to relax. While she couldn't fall asleep, the sound of the crashing waves did help to calm her nerves. Of course, the occasional cool breeze caressing parts of her body never exposed before consistently jolted her back to reality.

After some time, she noticed her father began to stand up. "It's getting cloudy, and the weather app says it's going to storm in a bit. How about we grab lunch and head back to the room?"

"I'm not hungry! Is it okay if I just head back to the room first?!" Madeline asked, trying to be calm in the face of opportunity.

"Come on Maddie, you should eat something. I'm sure it will make you feel better."

"There's a place over there that's a part of the resort." Thomas said while gesturing to the spot. Once again, Thomas and his father grabbed their things and left at a decent pace, leaving Madeline trailing a bit behind.

The place in question had various picnic tables surrounding a covered kitchen with a tiki hut aesthetic. Even covering her breasts with her towel again, Madeline's entrance still drew a great deal of interest from the other customers. However, this time, even the waitstaff, perhaps made up of mostly new hires, seemed to be responding to her state of dress. "W-welcome!" Their waiter stammered, very clearly eyeing up Madeline, who was now sitting on her towel again. "Can I get you anything to drink to start out with?"

"Uh, we haven't seen the menus yet..." Madeline's father pointed out.

"O-oh yes!" The waiter handed out three menus and then walked away. Thomas shook his head a little, but Madeline felt the strongest sense of relief she had in quite some time. With the menu covering her chest and her vagina concealed by the table, she almost felt presentable. Once again, it would be a short victory, but it was a victory nonetheless. After a few minutes, the waiter returned, no less composed, and asked once again what drinks were wanted.

"I think we're ready to order food too." Madeline's father added. "I'll have the chicken skewers. Thomas, you wanted the..?"

"I'll just have the burger, no onions though."

"Right, and Madeline?"

"Dad, I'm really not hungry." She wasn't lying at all; the butterflies in her stomach still haven't subsided, and Madeline couldn't imagine eating anything right now.

"At least get an ice cream or something..."

"Fine," Madeline sighed and placed her menu on the table, once again inviting the waiter's gaze to her chest. "I'll have... the-" She was trying to gesture towards the desert she wanted, when a strong gust of wind, perhaps a herald of the storm her father mentioned, blew her menu away. Instinctively, Madeline leapt from her seat and chased after the menu, but the breeze had other plans, forcing her to weave her way throughout the seating area. If somehow a customer wasn't aware of the naked girl they were sharing an eating space with, they most certainly were now. By the time Madeline had finally caught the flimsy sheet, she had made a lap around the perimeter of the eatery, and was not too far away from her family's table. Realizing the exposing streak she just had, all Madeline could do was hang her head and mumble: "I'll have the parfait, please."

By the time the family finished their food, the sky had darkened a considerable amount, and the three decided to rush back to their room. Because of the incoming rain, the pool was mostly abandoned, making it a much easier way back to the room for Madeline. They were even lucky enough to get an elevator all to themselves, sparing Madeline embarrassment there too. Once the three were actually back in their suite, Madeline made a bee-line for her suitcase and threw her sundress back on, thankful to finally be covered up. Madeline hid in her bed for the rest of the afternoon, until she was dragged out by her father for dinner. Much more bearable than lunch thanks to her dress, all the events of the day still wore on Madeline, and she allowed to return to the room after dinner for an early night. Alone, Madeline brushed her teeth, took a shower, and, utterly exhausted, collapsed on her bed.

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