At the Beach

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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I was enjoying a couple of days off from my summer job as a waitress. I moved in with my aunt who owned a bungalow two blocks from the beach. The rest of my time is spent as a starving grad student majoring in child psychology.

Although I was taking a break for the summer from my studies, I couldn't get away from observing families as I waited on them in the restaurant. I had to recognize that this was not the children's normal environment. They were not in their homes, and they were on vacation at the beach so they might be more “wound up” than normal and in a more casual environment.

On this particular day, I was observing families with children on the beach while reading a book and working on my tan.

One group in particular caught my attention. It consisted of two women (apparently sisters), two boys and two girls. The children seemed to be in the range 9 to 13 years old: my target group. I was working on my thesis concentrating on the differences in development between boys and girls as they transition from childhood into puberty.

What I found particularly interesting about the group before me was the deference the boys were showing towards their younger sisters or cousins. Boys at that age are usually in a rebellious stage trying to prove independence from parents and siblings. These boys offered absolutely no resistance to their mother's requests.

They also seemed to put themselves at the service of the girls. For example, one of the girls wanted to get some suntan lotion and instead of getting it for herself, she asked one of the boys who simply stopped what he was doing and fetched it for her. She then had him apply it to her back and legs.

The girls, too, were unusual. Girls at this stage are normally full of doubt. Their bodies are changing, their social networks are changing and they are caught in that awkward stage between little girl and woman. Yet these girls were acting with a confidence that even some of my contemporaries didn't have.

I decided to approach the women and introduced myself. “Hi, my name is Sarah. I'm a student of psychology at the university. I can't get over how well behaved your children are.”

One of the women responded, “Thank you. I'm Tiffany, and this is my sister, Amber. Those are Ben, Casey, Ned and Cissy,” pointing to the children.

“May I ask how old they are?”

Amber spoke up, “Ben and Casey are mine. Ben is 12, almost 13 and Casey is 10 going on 40.”

“Ned and Cissy are mine. Ned just turned 12 and his sister is 10.”

Tiffany called the kids over, “Kids, come over and say hello to Sarah.” The girls piped up with a cheery “Hi, Sarah.” The boys gave a more subdued, “Hello, Ms. Sarah.”

“They get along so well considering the differences in ages and gender. If you don't mind my asking, how do you do it?”

I caught a strange look between the two sisters. There was a moment of silence and then Tiffany spoke up, “Both of us are single moms. Our husbands left us a number of years ago when the kids were still young. So my sister and I decided to come together and help each other out with raising the children.

Back home, we live a block apart, so the kids are constantly over each other's houses.”

Amber jumped in, “So the kids spend most of their time with one of us. My sister and I agreed on exactly how to raise the children. The rules are consistent; the discipline is consistent.”

“Discipline?” I thought. It's a touchy subject. I've read studies based on interviews with people. The studies concentrate on how they were disciplined and how they disciplined their children. It is interesting to note how parents report how they discipline their children and how those same children report being disciplined.

I decided to get bold, “Discipline is a topic that is important to my studies. If you don't mind, can I ask you some questions? You don't have to answer, but if you choose to answer, I would appreciate honest answers.”

Again there was that strange exchange of stares between the two sisters.

Finally Tiffany broke the ice, “What about it sis? Do you want to tell her?”

“She looks OK to me. I think we can share with her, but not here. Let's go back to the condo.” Turning to me, Amber said, “Do you like white wine or red?”

It was barely lunchtime. I could like these women.

Tiffany left instructions for her brood. “Cissy, we’re going back to the condo. You kids can stay here if you want, but be back in an hour for lunch.”

“We'll stay,” Cissy said, making the decision for the group.

“OK,” Tiffany said, “Boys, listen to your sisters. They're in charge. Stay here with them and don't give them any trouble. Come back when they decide to come home.”

“You're leaving the girls in charge?” I asked as we walked away out of earshot.

“Why yes,” Amber responded, “Our girls have demonstrated that they are more mature and make better judgments than their brothers even though the boys are older.”

“I can see the girls like being in charge. Most girls like being bossy over their younger siblings. I can't imagine them turning down an opportunity to be boss over older siblings. How do the boys react?”

“Well, they don't like it, but they have come to accept it. Obeying their sisters at the beach is rather easy compared to what goes on in private.” Amber immediately covered her mouth. Tiffany gave her a dark look.

“Look, I'm here to gather information for my research, not to judge. I've read and studied a lot. There's nothing you can tell me that will shock me.” It wasn't totally true, but I held an open mind.

When we got to the condo, I was expecting the typical beach affair, clothes strewn about, towels here and there, maybe some undone dishes in the sink: all reflecting the casual, laid-back living conditions at the beach.

Instead the place was immaculate. “Wow,” I said, “Who does your housekeeping?”

“We each have our tasks. Amber and I cook and the girls help us out. There isn't a lot to do there since we eat out or take in a lot. The boys make the beds, take out the trash, do the vacuuming and clean up after the meals.”

“Come, let's talk,” Tiffany said uncorking a bottle of Chardonnay and leading us out to the balcony overlooking the beach. We were several stories up and had a good view. We could see their children playing on the beach. From this distance, it all looked so natural.

“So what do you want to know?”

“Well, since we are talking about discipline, I guess I'll ask, ‘Do you spank your children?’”

Both sisters nodded.

“Both the boys and the girls?”

“Yes,” Amber said, “But the girls don't need to be spanked as often.”

“So how does a normal spanking go?”

“We take the child over our laps and spank them.”

“Bare butt?”

“Bare butt.”

“Both boys and girls?”

“Both boys and girls.”

“In front of the other children?”

“Well, we think it's important that the child be spanked in front of the other kids for two reasons. The first is as a warning to the other kids and the second is that it's more embarrassing for the child that way.”

“So your girls and boys see each other naked then?”

“Not exactly. The boys are spanked in front of everyone. The girls are spanked in their room with just the other girl watching.”

“Isn't that a little unfair?”

“Not really. Girls need privacy. Boys have no need for modesty.”

Besides it takes the boys' pride down a notch. Boys need that so they don't turn out to be jerks like our husbands. It also does the girls' egos some good to see that just because their brothers have penises, it doesn't make them anything special.”

This reasoning resonated with me. I dated my fair share of creeps. I was smart enough to dump them early in the relationship.

“And there's one other thing.” Tiffany said.

“What's that?”

“To insure that the boys get the message that they aren't anything special, they remain naked at all times inside at home.”

“Both households?”

“Yes, both households.”

“Do the girls ever get naked time?”

“Of course not!”

“What do you do when guests come over.”

“Oh, we have them cover up then.”

“What about your girls; aren't you afraid they'll tell their friends?”

“That's why we started this policy when the girls turned 10. We wanted to make sure that they were mature enough to keep it a secret. Besides, it's not like they didn't already know what boys look like.

The girls have one friend, Melanie who's 11 and the girls lobbied really hard to let her in on the fun. So, we invited her mother over. When she saw how confidently our girls ordered the boys around and how docile the boys were, she was sold. So now Melanie comes over a lot. Melanie's mom is honoring our request to wait until her other daughter turns 10 so we can invite her to the party.

Another of our friends saw how well behaved our boys have become and she’s thinking of instituting naked time for her sons. She admits that it’s not as effective without the presence of girls, so she’s trying to convince her sister to allow her nieces to participate.”

“Wow,” I said.

Tiffany continued, “The girls are in total charge at home. They can tell the boys to do anything and they have to do it – within reason, of course. If a boy fails to obey a girl in our house, he gets a spanking.”

All our daughters have to do is tell us that the boys are disobedient, and one of us gives them a spanking. When the girls turn 12 we plan on giving them the right to spank the boys themselves.

We also have other plans. Our boys are beginning to show signs of puberty. They get erections more frequently and they sprouted some hair. We shaved off the hair to enhance the little boy look for their sisters’ sake.”

Amber butted in, “Part of the reason for the increased erections is that our girls like to tease them. They'll wear skimpy outfits or dance for them to see if they can make them hard. Of course, sometimes they'll just grab a hold of a penis and play with it for a while.

They're at the age where they should know how sex works. The boys provide excellent subjects for that.

Jennifer and I have private talks with the girls about the changes that are beginning to take place in their bodies and about what causes erections in boys and about ejaculations.”

“Your girls have seen the boys ejaculate?”

“Not yet. The boys are too young for that. But it's just a matter of time. With the way the girls are handling their brothers' penises – it will happen. We've warned the girls about this so they are prepared.

The boys, on the other hand are not allowed to touch themselves except to pee and take a shower. These activities can be monitored by the girls to make sure they don't cheat. If they are caught cheating, they get a spanking.”

I was overwhelmed, “I have to admit, this all sounds too good to be true.”

Just then the door opened and the kids came in.

Amber said, “Well then, see for yourself. I guess a demonstration of Girl Power is in order.”

Turning to the kids she said, “Boys, house rules apply. Sarah is OK.”

With a simple “Yes ma’am” from the boys, they kicked off their beach shoes, took off their shirts and stepped out of their bathing suits. Naked, they gathered up the rest of their beach stuff and those of the girls and put them away.

As I watched the boys’ cute buns (both of which showed signs of recent spanking) disappear into the other room, I asked, “When do you go back home?”

“The Tuesday after Labor Day. Why?”

“I’d like to set up some time to interview your children. In groups and separately. I think their cases are interesting and it’s really important to my studies. I normally work the 4 PM to closing shift, so I can do it during the day.”

Amber looked at Tiffany, “Sure, why not? Anything for science. Come over any time. We’d love to have you as company. Will you stay for lunch?”

Turning to the children she said, “Girls come out here and sit with us. Enjoy the breeze.

Boys, get the girls some iced tea.”

“Yes, ma'am” came the response from the naked boys.

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