My parents are nudists, but I'm just naked 2

By Ragnrok

Copyright 2016 by Ragnrok kevmurray60@gmail.com, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

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Chapter 2

I didn't know what to do. I was standing on the beach naked. I had just spread my butt cheeks for my dad to apply sunscreen and a trio of teenage boys just got a better look at my most intimate areas than I had ever gotten.

I decided to just sit down on my beach chair and wait for the day to be over. At least while sitting down I'd be mostly covered.

I did so, and after a bit I even started to relax. Being naked in public was the most horrifying experience of my life, but being naked in the warm sun was wondrously relaxing, and without realizing it I fell asleep.

I'm not sure how long I was asleep before I woke up to my dad saying my name. When I woke up I had a few seconds of bliss before I remembered I was naked on the beach. After that, I had a few seconds of only mostly hating my life before I realized that my legs were spread wide open and those same boys from earlier were all looking straight at my pussy. I yelped and slammed my knees together so fast I think I got a bruise.

My dad laughed and said “See? If you hadn't put on enough sunscreen you'd be regretting it now.”

“Yeah dad, thanks, I guess. Couldn't you have woken me and told me to close my legs?:

“Now Emma, don't be silly,” said my mom. “Or does your dad need to have another 'talk' with you about your modesty?”

“No, ma'am,” I mumbled quietly. “So why'd you wake me up, dad? Is it time to go?” I asked that with an actual smile on my face.

“No, Em, I just realized we left the iced tea in the car and I wanted to ask you to go get it for me. I'd go myself but I don't feel like getting dressed.

Hah, a chance to be dressed again, even for a little bit? “Of course I'll get it, daddy,” I said. I started picking up my clothes but my dad interrupted me.

“Oh, leave that. You'll be fine going to the parking lot as you are.”

“But that's not fair. You just said you would have put on clothes if you went.”

That made him laugh. “Come on Em, you're being silly again. No one's going to care about a naked kid in the parking lot of a nude beach. The same can't be said about a dirty old man.”

“Well I'm not a kid and you aren't a dirty old man.”

“That was sweet Emma, and if you start walking towards the parking lot right now without another word I'll pretend like it was just sweet and you weren't also talking back to me.”

My bottom was still aching and red from my earlier spanking, so rather than make him angry again I started walking without saying another word.

The walk to the parking lot was agonizing. At least when I was staying still mostly everyone around me had seen everything and gotten bored. I drew so many stares while I walked. It was clear that I was still by far the youngest “nudist” at the beach, and I feel like I was every bit the novelty I would have been if I was parading around with everything on display on a normal beach.

After about a minute of it I wanted to cry. Every step brought me into the line of sight of more people. Men and boys were staring at my breasts and bush. Some were trying to be stealthy about it but plenty more were unabashedly staring at me, and I was sure that everyone behind me was staring at my red buns. I even heard a few people quietly comment on how red my butt was. I wanted to break into a sprint but that would only lead to more people noticing me. It was taking all my willpower not to just lay down and cry when I heard the only five words that could have made my situation worse.

“Hey, is your name Emma?”

Everything seemed to go white for a second and I froze in my tracks. That voice wasn't my mom. Or my dad. Oh god. I turned to look at the speaker. It was one of the younger boys from earlier, with a girl that I'd seen near him. They both looked to be about my age.

I hesitated for way too long to sound at all believable when I said “Umm, no, it's not.”

“Yes it is,” said the boy. “You're Emma Smiali. We were in the same math class last year.”

Once he mentioned it, he did look sort of familiar. I went to a pretty big school and didn't know nearly everyone in my grade.

“Anyway, I'm Kenny, and this is my cousin Rebecca. She goes to Memorial High too, but she's a grade above us.”

“Hi, Emma, it's so nice to meet you,” Rebecca said with a smile on her face and a hand out to shake. I shook it without a word. I was too scared to speak. This was my worst fear. People from my school seeing me naked. What if they told their friends? What if the entire school found out?

“I've never known anyone who was a nudist before,” Rebecca said as she let go of my hand. “What's it like?”

“Uhm, I don't really know. This is something new my parents sprung on me this morning.”

“Oh, that would explain why your cheeks are as red as your heiny right now. I thought it might just be sunburn. Anyway, you were going somewhere? Don't let us interrupt you, we can walk and talk.”

“Okay, thanks,” I said as we started walking towards the parking lot. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. These two could easily ruin my life. A couple conversations and I would suddenly be the school freak. Or maybe the school slut. What could I do? Transfer schools. No, mom and dad wouldn't go for that. Run away? No, that would be a terrible idea. All I could do was be nice to these two and hope to convince my new friends not to ruin my life.

“So what's it like?” Kenny asked. “I've probably been to this beach a hundred times, but I've never been naked on it. Aren't you embarrassed?”

“Well, yeah. Today is the first time anyone has seen me naked since I was in diapers. I never thought I could feel this humiliated.”

“What, you don't want to be naked?”

“No, my parents said I had to.”

“Oh, that explains your dad spanking you. God, that must have been worse than being naked. I'm not sure if I'd have been able to survive that embarrassment.”

I didn't know how to answer that without crying so I just laughed and said “Haha, yeah.”

“So Emma,” Rebecca said. “This is sort of a big day for you, huh?”

“Well that's not how I'd phrase it, but I guess so.”

“Wouldn't it be great if you had something to remember this day by?”

“What do you mean?”

“Kenny, show her!” I did not like the look of the smile on Rebecca's face when she said that.

Kenny was also smiling when he took his phone out of his pocket and held it in front of me. When looked at the screen and saw a picture of me in my bathing suit in front of my dad I was confused. Then when he started quickly cycling through pictures I felt nothing but very afraid. It was like reliving the day in the span of 30 seconds. I saw a series of pictures where I was stripped, spanked, and had my dad rub sun screen on me. He caught everything, even me spreading my own butt cheeks. Near the end he even had pictures of my asleep in my chair, with my legs spread wide open.

“Oh god, Kenny, please, you have to delete those!”

“No way,” said Rebecca. “This was a huge day for you! Do you want us to email them to you?”

“No, guys, please! Just delete them, I'll do anything! If anyone saw those I would die!”

“Aww, Emma, that hurts. Don't you want to be friends with us?” Rebecca asked sounding sincere, but I felt like there was a bit of a mocking tone in her voice.

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, you guys seemed cool before Kenny showed me those pictures.”

“Well if we're your friends,” Rebecca replied, “we would never hurt you by sending those pictures to everyone in school. We could never hurt a friend like that.”

“Of course,” Kenny chimed in, “if you didn't want to be our friend, I wouldn't care if those pictures got posted online somewhere that every guy in our school could see.”

“Wow, Ken,” Rebecca said, flatly. “Way to be subtle. Anyway, Emma, we want to be your friend, and as long as we're all friends I'll make sure no one but the three of us ever sees those pictures, because what are friends for?”

I had to swallow heavily before I could make myself talk. “Of course, Rebecca. You too, Kenny. I'd love to be friends with you guys.”

  
   
   
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