Swim Pool Summer Part 1

Swim Pool Summer Part 1
By Benedict Goodbody

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Part 1

It was the 1970's, when I was a boy going on thirteen. The scene was one of the more affluent East European countries of the time, where I was on a holiday with fairly distant relatives, whom I had met for the first time. They lived in a large city, but during the summer months they moved to a holiday town by the sea. They had a magnificent villa, surrounded by trees, with a large swimming pool. They were extremely pleasant and hospitable people, and on my first afternoon they invited a number of local children for a pool party. The group also included my young relatives Julie aged 13, and her younger brother Crispin. Their mother, usually in charge, was Marta – whom I sometime called 'Aunt'. She was quite young, friendly and very kind.

The children were a charming bunch – about a dozen of them, with ages ranging from around 10 to 13. They were all very attractive, blond haired and tanned, and as it was very hot all arrived in nothing but scanty swimming costumes – the boys in brief speedo-type gear, the girls in mini-bikinis. I quickly changed into my swimtrunks too. They were all very friendly and made me feel really welcome.

It was after we had eaten and drunk that party goodies that I had my first shock Aunt Marta smiled, clapped her hands and shouted, "Right, all in the pool!" At which, all the kids immediately started peeling off their swimming costumes! I learned later that this was common here – beachwear was taken off to go in the water. In an instant all the youngsters were completely nude, then were leaping in and out of the water, yelling, chasing, shrieking. I just couldn't believe my eyes, not could I take my eyes off all these naked dolly-birds, with their little bare bouncing botties quivering as they scampered around, and the boys with all their 'bits' completely on display, and not seeming to care. I looked at Aunt, but she was smiling as she watched all the fun, not seeming to notice anything unusual. She motioned to me, "Come on, Ben, in you get. You can leave your swim-trunks on the bench with the others."

"I'll keep mine on," I said quickly.

Aunt said, though still smiling, "No, you won't, Ben. Kids don't wear anything in swimpools here, and I'm not having wet things all over the place." She held out her hand. "Give them here."

I felt myself come out in goosepimples. I had never been nude in public, and especially wasn't going to take my pants off in front of all these girls, one or two of whom were already watching the argument between myself and Aunt with some interest.

I shook my head vigorously. "No, I don't want to."

Aunt's smile had now faded. "Ben, when you're here you'll do like everybody else. Either you do as I tell you or you go straight to your room and stay there."

"Then I'll go to my room," I snapped. I was, I have to admit, a bit of a brat in these days. I went back into the house, slamming the door behind me and stormed up into my bedroom, banging the door again.

Well, it wasn't much of a fun afternoon for me as the afternoon turned into evening, and the laughter and shrieks and sounds of splashing water reached me from below. I had a TV and watched that for a while, but mostly lay on my bed in a sulk.

At long last I heard all the other kids leaving – the laughter, the goodbyes, some of them scampering off down the road, the rattle of bikes. Would I get out now, I wondered.

Soon came Aunt's step on the stairs, and she entered accompanied by Julie, the latter in her bikini again.

"Very well," said Aunt, "It's time for bed now. But first.." She produced a large ebony hairbrush.. "Come here."

"I can brush my own hair," I said, misunderstanding.

Julie had been grinning, and now her grin broadened. "It's not for your hair," she said, "It's for your BOTTOM. Your BARE BOTTOM!"

"Yes, I'm afraid so, Ben," said Aunt. "You must learn to do what you are told, and especially not to defy me in front of visitors. I was really embarrassed by that scene earlier, and people will be wondering just what kind of family I belong to. And because of your very bad behaviour today I have decided, as Julie says, that you need to be punished on a certain place. So – perhaps you wouldn't take your swimtrunks off before, but they're certainly coming down now! Over here, quickly!"

I gasped, then my eyes began to fill with tears. "No, aunt!" I pleaded.

"I'm really tired of hearing you saying no!" snapped Aunt, exasperated. With a quick movement she came across to me, dropped the hairbrush on the bed and held me in a surprisingly strong grip, trapping my arms by my sides. "Very well, Julie, take his pants down," she said breathlessly.

Julie, giggling now, was not reluctant to obey, and a moment her hands were untying the string of my speedos, then skinning them right down my legs. Oh, wow! I jerked about and yelled, but couldn't do anything. And didn't I just feel embarrassed, especially when Julie, stooping down, uncovered my 'bits' – and guess where her gaze was fixed!

Julie skinned my trunks right down my legs. "Can I get him completely bare, Marta?"

"If you want."

"NO!"

But Julie peeled my swimtrunks right off my feet, took them completely away, and dropped them on a chair.

Taking my hand firmly, Aunt led me towards the door.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To the garden shed," said Julie. "That's where we have spankings."

"No," I pleaded in dismay, "Not out in the garden all bare!"

"Any more argument and you'll get double," said Aunt, and led me downstairs.

It was even worse than I had feared. The grounds were large, and crossed by the local main road. The area with the garden shed was on the other side of the road, so to get to it you had to go to the front gate, along the pavement, and then had to cross the road. It was awful, Aunt walking me bare all that way, still firmly holding my hand, with neighbours in their gardens grinning knowingly as we passed. As Aunt was holding the hairbrush purposely in her other hand, there was no doubt about where we were going, and why. In fact, I heard a neighbour say, "Who's been a naughty boy, then?" Was my face red! I couldn't even look up. And, when we finally got into the big shed, I was aware of the curious faces of other kids at the windows.

Inside the shed was a sturdy wooden bench. Aunt sat on it and then pulled me, nude and wriggling, bottom-up over her knee. A little breathlessly she said, "You get a good smacking first, then the brush. But just remember, I'm doing this for your own good, Ben. The sooner you understand that you must fit in with everybody here – which included doing what I tell you – the happier you will be."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

Aunt had a hard palm. My bot started to sting and I struggled to hold back the tears. It was shameful enough, getting it like this with Julie watching! A boy of nearly thirteen getting a bare-bottom spanking in front of a girl! Then I heard Julie ask eagerly, "Marta, can I give him some?"

"Well, I don't see why not. You'll have young boys of your own some day. You can give him six – two on each bottom-cheek and two across the middle."

"Can I get him crying?"

"That's the whole point of smacking a naughty boy!"

If anything, Julie's palm was even harder than Aunt's, and she smacked with all her strength. In spite of my efforts, I quickly burst into loud howls. Julie ran round to the front to look, and clapped her hands with glee.

"Very well, hand me the brush, Julie."

Losing all shame now, I bawled loudly and openly as the hairbrush cracked down on my already hot bottom. But surprisingly, Aunt stopped after only six. She waited for my noise to die down a bit, then said, "I've let you off lightly this time, Ben. This is just a taste of what you will get if you give trouble again. If you do, I'll promise you won't be sitting down for a week. Now, come back with me."

So, red-bottomed and crying my eyes out, I was walked back – to the neighbours' stares and grins. I was really glad, for once, to be sent to my room again. Kicking back the bed-covers, I lay nude on my stomach, rubbing my hot bot, sobbing and humiliated. What a start to my first day!

But I had one final surprise. I felt restless after they had gone and, wiping my eyes, I got up and went to the window; I don't know quite what mad me look out – but in a moment my eyes popped out like organ-stops! Julie and Aunt were down by the swimming-pool again. Julie had taken off her bikini again and was completely nude, her back to me. Aunt was stooping down in front of her, doing something that I couldn't see, but Julie's whole body was vigorously jerking to and from side to side, her round botty-cheeks jiggling wildly. She was starting to yell too – Ah, ah, ah..."

Then her movements became more frantic, her botty-cheeks clenched hard and she shrieked at the top of her voice – again, and yet again. It was a while before she relaxed, and then Aunt calmly led her indoors, still nude and with her bikini in her hand.

I went back to bed very thoughtfully indeed! It wasn't long, however, before I heard footsteps on the stairs again and I sat up, pulling the blankets round me, heart thudding. What now?

But it was only Aunt and Julie (now dressed) with my supper. They were all smiles and had brought me extra, with chilled lemonade. It was clear that, the spanking over, everything was forgiven and forgotten. In fact, Aunt asked if I would rather come downstairs, but I declined, still feeling ashamed. Julie was especially nice and sat on the edge of the bed chatting and swinging her legs as I ate, full of plans for the next day. But I was still very embarrassed that she had seen me getting a bb spanking – indeed that SHE had given me some of it - and could hardly look at her. Still, I'd had spectacular entertainments too, and I fell asleep much happier that evening. Perhaps I would enjoy my stay after all.