Skinny Dipping

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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Skinny Dipping

“Hey guys, come here,” Colleen motioned to her friends.

Katie, Betty and Carol came hustling up. Colleen ushered them to the side behind some trees. She then pointed in the direction of the river. There were Steve, Dave, Lee and Carlos splashing and playing in the water. It would have been interesting enough for four 12-year-old girls to watch these older boys play since they were handsome, popular at school and had a great physique. What made it even more interesting was seeing all of their physique. The boys were skinny dipping.

The girls watched for several minutes enjoying the occasional glimpse of cute male butt or even frontal nudity until Carol noticed something and whispered to her friends, “That looks like their clothes hanging from those trees over there. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

The other girls nodded and they quickly formed their plan.

The four girls made their way stealthily towards the boys’ clothes. Carol and Katie gathered them up and made off into the woods. Betty and Colleen stood guard at the site. Several minutes later, they were rejoined by the other two girls.

“Did you hide them good?” Colleen asked.

“They’re behind a big tree just down the path.” Katie responded.

“OK girls, are we ready to do this?” Colleen asked. She got three nods in return, so she stood up and stepped out from behind the tree where they were hiding and took a couple of steps towards the river.

The other girls remained frozen where they crouched until she waived them to join her. The four of them approached the river while thinking “lions and tigers and bears, oh my!”

They actually got almost to the shore before one of the boys noticed them. He shouted out, “Hey guys” and pointed. The three other boys whirled to look, saw the four girls and ducked down into the water pulling Steve down after them.

“What are you girls doing here?” Dave asked.

“Oh, we were just taking a walk through the woods looking at things: boy things,” Colleen responded.

Dave blushed, but ordered, “Go away.”

“OK, we will but first we have to tell you something. We know something you don’t know. Want to guess what it is?”

“I’m not in the mood to play games with little girls. Go away.”

“Well, I’ll tell you anyway,” Colleen said in her prissiest voice. “We know where your clothes are.”

David and the other boys turned to look where they left their clothes. There was no sign of them.

“So we can go away like you asked us to and you boys can go home naked. Come on girls.” Colleen turned as if she and her friends were going to walk away.

“Wait!”

“But you just told us to go. We’ve been here too long anyway now that there’s nothing more to see.”

“What did you do with our clothes?” Steve asked.

“Nothing,” Katie replied, “We just relocated them. They are in perfectly good condition. We didn’t do anything to them.”

“Let’s go girls,” Colleen stated, “The boys don’t want us here.”

“Wait, don’t go,” Dave said.

“Oh, you changed your mind?” Colleen said.

David blushed again and said, “Yes.”

“We’ll stay only if you boys ask us politely.”

“OK, will you girls please stay?”

Colleen looked at her friends, “Did that sound sincere enough?”

“I don’t know,” Katie admitted. “Maybe, but I’d like to hear it again,” Betty put in. Carol said, “I think it needs to be unanimous. I’d like to hear each one of the boys say they want us to stay.”

David responded, “Please girls, will you stay?”

“Much better,” Carol said.

Dave shot a look at his friends. Each one of them came up with a variation on the theme.

“OK boys, that was good. We’ll stay.” With that she sat down and made herself comfortable. “You know, this would be a good place to have a picnic. There’s such a nice view here. Too bad we didn’t bring our lunch.”

“Tell us where our clothes are,” demanded Dave.

“We’ll do better than that, we’ll show you. Why don’t you come out and follow us.”

“We can’t do that.”

“Why not.”

“We just can’t. Please tell us where our clothes are and then go away.”

Colleen laughed, “Silly boys. They don’t know whether they want us to go or stay.

The reason you can’t come out is because you have no clothes on. Well, that’s OK with us. We’ve already seen enough.”

“What did you see?”

“All of you. All of *IT*. We’ve been watching for at least 15 minutes.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I think we’ll just sit here and enjoy the sunshine and watch you boys play. Why don’t you go back to what you were doing?”

“No way. Give us our clothes back and go away.”

“No way. Come with us and we’ll show you where they are. In fact we’ll give you a whole minute to get out or it will cost you more.”

“What do you mean?”

Colleen looked at her watch, “1 … 2 … 3” she counted.

“What are you going to do with us?”

“15 … 16 … 17 …”

“OK wait, let’s talk about this.”

“Time for talk is over. Now it’s time for action and by the way, 30 … 31 … 32.”

“You’re bluffing.”

“Try us. Ten seconds left …9 … 8… 7”

The other girls chimed in, “6 … 5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … 1”

“Time’s up,” Colleen announced. “You boys just earned yourselves a spanking.” The girls giggled at the idea.

“And suppose we don’t come out.”

“Your choice. We girls have nothing better to do. We can stay here all day long.”

“No you can’t. Eventually you’ll have to go home.”

“The same thing is true for you.”

“We’ll wait you out. We won’t get out until you go home.”

“OK by us. You still don’t know where we hid your clothes. In fact, if we leave without you, we’ll take them with us and you’ll never find them.”

Colleen let that sink in with the boys and then added, “I could always send one of us back for some lunch and we could have that picnic we discussed. I bet you boys will get hungry after a while.”

“You’re bluffing.”

“Then call our hand.” Turning to her friends she said, “Do you think we should give them another minute and then double their spanking?”

Dave was defeated. “Give us a minute to talk about it.”

“That’s exactly what I was planning on doing. 1 … 2 … 3”

“Give us a break, will you?”

“10 … 11 … 12 …”

The boys huddled together for a quick conference. The girls couldn’t hear everything they were saying but caught snatches of the conversation. “We can’t do that, they’ll see us.” “She knows my sister.” “Suppose they tell other people?” “I don’t know about you guys but I can’t stay here all day.”

As the boys were debating Colleen announced, “58 … 59 … a minute! Time’s up! That’s double spankings for all of you. Want to double even that.”

Dave finally announced, “OK, you win. We’ll get out if you will show us where you hid our clothes.”

“We’ll live up to our end of the deal as long as you live up to yours.”

“What do you mean? We said we’d get out.”

“And you’re going to get spankings first when you do.”

Carol moved over to Colleen and whispered something into her ear. Colleen’s face lit up. “Come on girls, conference time!” Turning to the boys she said, “Stay right there.” The girls move away from the bank and the boys could see that they were having an animated conversation punctuated by squeals and giggles.

The foursome of girls walked back to the bank. “My friends convinced me to go easy on the spankings. Instead of double spankings, we’ll do just a single spanking and then you will jerk off for us.”

The boys had no response for that. So Colleen pressed on, “You know you don’t have a choice. Either you let us girls spank you and then jerk off for us, or you make your way home naked. So far, we’re the only ones who will see you naked. Would you rather show the whole town?”

The boys knew the girls were right. Dave and then the other boys stood up, covering their crotches with their hands and waded towards the shore.

The girls giggled and cat-called. “You might as well drop those hands. We’ve already seen what you got and soon we’re going to see it up close and really personal,” Betty said.

“Drop those hands,” Colleen commanded. “Or we won’t tell you where your clothes are.”

She walked up to Dave, the biggest and apparently bravest of the boys and brought up her face to within inches of his. If he weren’t crouched over trying to protect his hitherto private parts, this would have been an impossible task even with her stretching herself to the maximum of her petite height.

“Look,” she spat out at him, “you’re beginning to piss me off. You don’t want to mess with us girls when we are pissed off. I have a definite urge to never tell you where you clothes are and to put every girl in town on alert to be looking out for you. Now drop those hands or you’ll never see you clothes again.” She slapped his hands away and he didn’t resist, exposing his penis for the girls to see.

She stood back a step and pointed at the other boys in order, “You, you and you, drop those hands.”

The remaining hands went down slowly and soon the four girls were treated to four teenaged penises dangling before them.

Katie put her hand up to her mouth to stifle her giggle and she pointed. “Look at them! Steve is the tallest, but Carlos is the biggest.”

“Well, how are we going to do this?” Betty asked. “I mean, how do we decide which girl spanks which boy?”

“I want Steve!” Carol announced.

“No I want him,” Katie said.

“I saw them first, so I get to choose first,” Colleen put in.

“I know!” Betty said, “How about we let the boys decide who gets to spank them?”

“OK,” Colleen said. The other girls nodded their assent.

Turning to the boys, she asked, “So Steve, which girl do you want to spank you?”

Steve looked at his toes and muttered, “You.”

Colleen clapped her hands with glee. “Dave, which girl gets to give you your spanking?”

“Betty.”

“Lee?”

“I’ll take Katie.”

“No, it’s more like she’ll take you. So Betty, you get to spank Carlos. I think you made out in the deal. Now that I’ve had more of a chance to look, I think he has the cutest buns.”

In spite of Carlos’ darker complexion, the girls could still see that he was blushing.

“So how are we going to do this?” Betty asked. “We don’t have a proper chair to sit on. If you can’t make a lap, then how can you spank a boy over one?”

Colleen sighed and rolled her eyes, “Must I think of everything?” She looked around and found what she was looking for: it was a fallen tree whose trunk was suspended about three feet off the ground.

She pointed at it, “There. The boys can bend over that tree. That should put their butts at just the right height to smack them.”

“How is that going to work?” Katie asked. “It doesn’t look like there’s enough room. You can only line up two boys there.”

“Even less,” Colleen said, “In order to spank her boy, the girl is going to have to stand beside him. I didn’t say we had to spank all the boys at once. Well spank them one at a time. This way the other girls can watch and enjoy the show.”

“OK,” Betty agreed, “but I want the boys not being spanked to stand off to the side. I want to be able to watch them watch the other boys being spanked.”

“Watch them watch the other boys, indeed,” mocked Katie. “You just want to see their penises.”

“Well, a girl can’t help but look,” Betty said in her defense. “It’s not like we get a lot of opportunities like this and I want to make the best of it.”

“Do we have to use our hands?” Carol asked.

“What do you have in mind?” Colleen asked

“Well, I see a lot of things around here we can use a switches.”

“Good idea!”

Leaving Katie to stand guard over the silent, subdued and naked boys, the other girls went on a scavenger hunt for an appropriate implement.

They came back within minutes. Betty handed one to Katie, “Here, I found one for you.”

Colleen stepped forward and pointed towards the tree, “Steve, you’re up. Get over that limb.”

“Do we really have to do this?”

“Yes, you boys agreed to do this. You will not go back on your word. Any further delays and we’ll figure out even more diabolical things to do to you boys.”

Steve looked at her.

She looked at her watch. “1 … 2 …”

“OK, OK,” Steve interrupted hastily and moved to the log. He bent over and immediately backed up saying “Ow!”

“What’s the matter?” Colleen asked. “I haven’t even started yet.

“The bark. It’s rough. It hurts my … you, know.”

“Penis!” Colleen said mockingly, “That thing between your legs is called a penis.”

Nonetheless she went over and inspected the log. Steve was telling the truth. The bark was old and curled up with sharp edges.

“Look boys,” she said seriously, “we’re out here to have fun, not really hurt you. We’ll have to figure something out.”

Steve said, “Well, if we had our clothes, the bark wouldn’t be an issue.”

“You boys aren’t getting anywhere near your clothes until us girls are done playing with you.”

“I suppose we could use an article of our clothing to drape over the log,” Katie suggested.

“I’m not taking off one stitch,” Colleen protested. “Besides all we have are just tops and shorts, that’s not going to protect much.”

“Tops, shorts and SHOES,” Betty said.

“Girl, you are brilliant.”

The other two girls looked at each other with a puzzled expression.

Colleen just laughed and said, “Watch, you’ll see.”

Colleen took off one of her sneakers and handed it to Steve. “Here, put this over your penis and get over the log. It should protect you well enough.” And as an afterthought she added, “Don’t do anything in it to mess it up.”

Steve looked ridiculous wearing the girl’s sneaker over his cock, but she was right, it did protect him from the bark.

Colleen took her position beside his now-raised posterior.

“How many are you going to give him?” Betty asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it. I suppose we’ll just play it by ear. Count them out for me as I do them.”

She pulled back her arm and swung the switch towards the boy’s ass with a loud swish. It met his flesh with an audible crack. Steve let out a grunt.

“One,” the girls shouted in unison.

Colleen glared at the other boys, “You count too!”

Another swish and crack, “Two,” cried out the voices.

So she continued. By the time she was up to a dozen strokes, Steve wasn’t grunting, he was yelping. She pushed on, but by the time she got to 18, she could see the stripes on his rear end. She was excited by this rush of power that she had over the boy, but she also had a corner of her heart that took pity.

“That looks like enough,” she admitted.

“Why don’t you give him two more and make it an even 20?” Betty suggested.

“OK,” she said, but delivered the last two with less gusto than the previous strokes. Nonetheless, they hit already sore and injured skin and elicited shrieks from Steve.

She told Steve that he could stand up. As he did she looked at his red face. Tears were streaming down. Her sneaker fell off and she noticed a slightly larger penis that went in. The brain part of her felt guilt, but the crotch part of her was tingling with excitement.

“One down and three to go,” she announced.

Katie, Betty and Carol each took their turns. After it was over, the girls had the boys line up facing away from them and bend over so they could see their handiwork.

The group took a collective sigh. Silence reigned once the boys sobbing subsided. Finally Katie announced, “So much for the spanking, now onto the wanking.”

In truth, the girls talked a better game than they played in this area. None of them had even seen a penis other than on little boys before this, so they really had no idea what jerking off was or what to expect.

Their knowledge came about from Colleen’s cousin, Marilyn who had seen a boy do it and who imparted her knowledge to Colleen. Colleen, of course shared it with her friends.

“So do we have them do it all at once, or do we make them do it one at a time?”

“I think all four of them going at it at once would be spectacular,” Betty said.

“I say we make them do it one at a time. This way we can watch and pay attention and not miss anything.” Carol said.

In the end, that’s what the girls agreed to do.

“You want to time them to see who does it fastest?” Carol asked.

Colleen objected, “As the official time keeper of the group, I do not want to be looking at my watch and miss any of the show. How about we sit back and relax and just watch them do it.”

So the girls called the boys up one at a time and had them perform for them. The boys were doubly embarrassed. Although they suspected that the other boys did it to, none of them admitted to masturbating, much less let the other boys see them do it. Now they were going to perform this act, out in the open with the other boys watching and in front of four fully-clothed, minus a sneaker each, pre-teen giggling girls. It was a teenaged boy’s conception of hell.

Steve was the first, and from him they learned what to expect from the other boys. They noticed how his penis got bigger and stiffer as he started to manipulate it. They could see how prominently the veins were defined when it got into this state. They watched as it got redder as it filled with more and more blood. They could see the droplets of pre-cum oozing from the tip. They watched as his entire body tightened and his breathing became ragged. Finally they squealed with delight when the first gush of semen shot out and were surprised when more followed it.

“Don’t stop,” Betty said when Steve was finally finished.

“That’s all there is,” he explained.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean a guy only gets so many squirts at a time.”

“Oh!” the puzzled girl exclaimed.

The girls went on to watch Dave, Lee and then Carlos perform for them. Now that they know what to expect, it was a much more enjoyable experience for them.

The afternoon had worn on. The girls could have sworn that it was less than an hour from when they first spotted the boys skinny dipping. Yet the sun had turned West and was rather low in the sky.

“We did what you wanted. Now what about our clothes?” Steve asked.

“Follow us.”

Each girl took her boy by the hand and led them to the spot where the clothes were hidden.

“Thank you for the show,” Colleen told them. “We hate to spank and go, but I think we need to get away from here before you boys get dressed. I’m sure you won’t tell anyone what happened, and we girls promise to keep it to ourselves as long as you don’t give us a reason to tell.”

(The End)