In Those Days 2

By Verity

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In Those Days (Part 2)
by Verity

Thirteen-year-old Riz Snooks, as related in ‘In Those Days Part 1’, was due to start at his new school after the summer holidays. He was a little apprehensive about it, since it was rather posh and thus different from his present school, but it helped greatly that his best friend Lukas Trussel, the same age as himself, was already a pupil there. It helped even more that, since there were several weeks before the start of term, Riz had been invited to join Lukas and his family on the last part of their summer holiday. The family had a small cottage near Weymouth, one of the most attractive parts of the coast of Dorset, in the west of England, with numerous sandy beaches.

On a fine August evening shortly before the trip, Riz’s mother took him across to Lukas’s house to finalise arrangements. It was warm and the doors and windows were open, including the tall French window that gave on to the lawn.

Outside, the pair stopped short for a moment, looking at one another, as strange sounds were drifting through the open window.

‘SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!’

‘Oh-oh, OH! Oh Mum, MUM! Oh-oh-OH-OH-OH!!’

‘SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!’

‘WaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!’

‘SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!’

Riz thought, oh no!

They both entered and the explanation was indeed clear, in that Riz’s friend Lukas was in process of getting a sound spanking! His mother was seated on the main sofa, and the unfortunate Lukas was draped face-down across her lap, pants round his ankles, kicking and bawling shamelessly as his mother’s vigorous palm rapidly turned his madly twisting bottom-cheeks bright rosy-red.

‘SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!’

As soon as it was evident that there was company, the culprit struggled to get up, but his mother held him down with a firm hand on his back.

Slightly flushed but unembarrassed, Lukas’s mother temporarily stopped spanking, and, raising her voice slightly to be heard above the youngster’s loud crying, she said, ‘Well, Mrs Snooks, I’m afraid you find me rather busy at the moment!’

‘I think we should come back later, Mrs Trussel,’ said Riz’s mother tactfully.

‘By no means. In fact, I’m quite glad for you to see this. I’m sorry to tell you that Lukas is sometimes extremely disobedient. He knows very well, Mrs Snooks, that he always must tell me where he is going when he goes out and when he is coming back, but no, once more he COMPLETELY disregards what he has been told.’

She said sharply, ‘Lukas, look at Mrs Snooks and say hello.’

The unfortunate culprit, his face scarlet with mortification and streaming tears, briefly obeyed, sobbing something inaudible.

Mrs Trussel handed out a few final smacks, then put the thirteen-year-old to stand with his face to the wall, his red-hot bottom still bare, crying loudly, frantically rubbing, and hopping from one leg to another.

Ignoring him, Mrs Trussel calmly opened a railway timetable and began to discuss their journey to Weymouth, and the best routes. In a few minutes, she briskly dismissed Lukas, telling him to go to his room, and he was extremely glad to scamper off. When he had gone, Mrs Snooks briefly congratulated Lukas’s mother on the ‘decisive’ way she had dealt with the boy. She added, ‘When Riz is with you, I would very much like you to deal with him in exactly the same way if necessary - in fact I strongly encourage it. Any trouble, and down with his pants!’

‘Oh, I’m sure it won’t be necessary,’ said Mrs Trussel mildly.

‘Have a look at this other timetable,’ said Riz quickly, anxious to change the subject. ‘The coastal line might be better for Weymouth.’

Next day Lukas, who was a cheerful boy, made light of his spanking. ‘I go out just when I like,’ he said. ‘The trouble was, I got caught. I’ll still go out as much as I want. They just won’t catch me next time.’

It sounded to Riz that Lukas might be was very much in line for another dose of his mother’s hard hand, and soon, but he didn’t say anything.

Weymouth was all that the two schoolboys had hoped for. The holiday house was just a short car drive from the wide, sandy beach, and the sun shone almost every day. On the first day, visiting the beach with Lukas’s mother, they took a picnic lunch, and spent almost all day on the sand and in the dunes, in and out of the water, the boys in nothing but their speedos all the time.

When it came time to go, Riz’s eyes opened wide to see that Mrs Trussel, perhaps irritated by Lukas’s slowness to come out of the water when called, quickly peeled his speedos right down and made him step out of them, wringing them out and then putting them away in a waterproof bag while Lukas, slightly bashful, stood on his towel completely naked as he waited to be dried.

As Lukas was vigorously towelled, Riz began to wonder uneasily if he was in for the same treatment. He asked Mrs Trussel for a towel. She said, ‘In a moment’, then added, ‘Put that down, or you’ll break something.’

‘That’ was a bat and ball, the two attached by a length strong elastic. Riz was playing with it idly as he waited. ‘No, I won’t break anything,’ he said. ‘I’m skilled in this, you know.’

He gave the ball an extra hard thump. But his hand was still wet from the sea. The bat slipped from his grasp, crashed down on the laden picnic table and brought it down, scattering its contents far and wide, with a tinkle of breaking glass. Riz stood stock-still, staring with horror at the wreckage.

Mrs Trussel reddened with anger. ‘Very well, that’s it, Riz,’ she snapped. ‘Your mother warned you what you would get for deliberate disobedience, and I’ve had enough of it.’ Continuing to towel Lukas, she snapped, ‘I’ll deal with you in a moment, and I promise that you won’t be sitting comfortably on the way home. Come over here!’

Riz obeyed. With a few swift movements, Mrs Trussel untied his speedos, skinned them right down and, as with Lukas, made Riz step out completely. She put the speedos into her waterproof bag and said, ‘Now, stand bare on the towel with your hands by your sides until I am ready to deal with you.’

Riz squirmed all over. He could hardly believe that two thirteen-year-old schoolboys had been stripped completely nude on the public beach, as if they were little tots. Goose-pimpling with shame and embarrassment, he could hardly look up, but kept his eyes fixed downwards on the sand.

Mrs Trussel said that Lukas had also to be spanked for not coming out of the water when called. When she had finished drying him, and while he was still naked, she made the two boys stand side by side with their backs to her, hands on their heads, then delivered a dozen very hard smacks to each bottom, smacking alternately from one to the other, with the two youngsters bawling and dancing on the sand.

‘SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!....’

Fortunately the beach was not crowded, but it was not deserted either, and quite a few people smiled to see the two naughty thirteen-year-olds having their bare bottoms spanked, and there were also some approving comments.

After the spanking, Mrs Trussel walked them back to the car, both still nude, sobbing and red-bottomed, and took them home that way.

On the way back, Mrs Trussel said, ‘Quite frankly, I think it might be better if, from now on, you were both completely naked on the beach all the time. It would avoid problems with wet speedos and other things.’

The two youngsters were rather alarmed by this, but in the event Mrs Trussel didn’t return to the suggestion.

Lukas and Riz did their best to keep out of trouble from then on, but boys will be boys, and in the weeks that remained there were other occasions when they came back from the beach with stinging bottoms.

Sometimes they were accompanied to the beach by Lukas’s older sister, Janie, aged 15. Once she said, grinning, ‘I like to come, because I like to see Mum drying you both bare. And aren’t both your faces red!’ On one memorable occasion, though, all three were reluctant to come out of the water, repeatedly and mischievously running back, giggling, every time that Mrs Trussel called. That afternoon, Janie too found herself standing completely nude and blushing on her towel, while Mrs Trussel wrung out and put away her costume. Not only that, but she was also lined up with the two boys to have her bare bottom thoroughly reddened. Nor was Mrs Trussel content with that. After she had given each naughty youngster’s bottom twelve or so smacks, she walked Janie, still naked, over to a nearby bench. She said that Janie should have been setting an example, instead of leading the boys on to further mischief. Mrs Trussel sat on the bench, pulled the naughty teenager over her lap, carefully positioning with her bottom arched upwards, then..

‘SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!...’

Despite their own burning rear cheeks, the two boys watched with fascination, and indeed a certain amount of glee. Janie had already watched them both being spanked at home with considerable enjoyment, counting the smacks aloud and giggling as their bottoms turned red and they cried, therefore it delighted them both particularly to see Janie’s madly quivering rear cheeks turning rosy-red under her mother’s hard palm, to watch the nude youngster plunging and kicking, and to hear her yells and pleas.

A short time before Riz returned home at the end of the holiday, there was a curious sequel to Janie’s misadventure on the beach. It came about that Riz was temporarily in the house by himself. Mrs Trussel was at her evening job as a doctor’s receptionist, Lukas was at a Scout meeting, and Jane was at Guides.

Around pm, when Riz was watching a video, the door banged and Janie rushed in, flushed and anxious.

‘Is Mum back yet?’ she asked.

‘No, she’s been delayed.’

‘Whew, what a relief! She said she’d give it to me hot if I was late again.’

‘She’d give you a spanking?’

‘You bet, and how! Hot, HOT botty!’

On a sudden impulse Riz said, ‘But you should have been back ages ago. So I’m going to spank you!’

Janie stopped short, and her eyes went big. Then she faltered, ‘How..how..many you going to give me?’

This wasn’t the response Riz had expected, and for a moment he was at a loss. Then he said, ‘Twenty. On your bare bot-bot, the way your Mum gives it to you.’

‘Oh, not twenty! Not so many, please!

‘Maybe more,’ said Riz, adopting a stern tone. ‘And as you are so very late, go upstairs, leave all your clothes off, and come down again COMPLETELY BARE.’

‘Oh, don’t do it hard, will you! Not if I’m bare, please!’

‘If you don’t come down very quickly it will be VERY hard.’

In a very few minutes Janie was back, nude and pink-cheeked, wearing only her slippers. Riz, who now felt fully in charge, send her back upstairs to leave her slippers off, on the grounds that wearing slippers was not ‘completely bare’.

When Janie came down again, Riz sat on the sofa and pulled her over his knees. As with Janie’s mother on the beach, Riz carefully placed the nude teenager so as to cause her maximum humiliation, face-down and with her bot-cheeks arched shamefully upwards. Janie literally squirmed with embarrassment from top to toe, and Riz waited for a while, enjoying the spectacle. Then..

Riz’s thirteen-year-old palm could not quite span Janie’s rounded fifteen-year-old bottom-cheeks, so he smacked her cheeks alternately, then with some in the middle. As when Mrs Trussel had spanked her, Janie’s bottom-skin quivered fascinatingly as it was smacked and gradually became pink, then rosy-red, and the effect of the spanking was also most satisfactory in terms of howling, wriggling, kicking, and shameless nude gymnastics after the first dozen or so smacks.

‘SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!..’

After Riz had continued diligently for a while, Janie began suddenly to writhe much more vigorously from side to side, gasping, oo-ing, aaah-ing, her nude body grinding hard into Riz’s thighs...

She started to yell, ‘Yes, Riz, yes, yes, YES! YES!....’

‘SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!..’

‘Oh, Riz, don’t stop, don’t stop, DON’T STOP!! DON’T STOP!!...’

‘SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!. SMACK!! SMACK!!....’

Then the naughty youngster shrieked at the top of her voice, her bottom-cheeks contracted as if cut with a whip, and her body thrashed up and down, then jolted from end to end, toes and fingertips clenching convulsively.

‘SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!....’

The nude teenager jolted and yelled again...and again...

At last, after some time, Riz told Janie that she could get up. She got off his lap, rubbed her stinging rear cheeks, said, ‘I’ll be good, Rizzy’, then ran nude and scarlet-bottomed from the room.

Riz had hoped that he might on other evenings spank Janie when she came in late from Guides, but the holiday visit was coming to an end, and the circumstances didn’t arise again. Janie and Riz remained on extremely friendly terms, but neither of them ever referred again to Janie’s extremely memorable spanking. Mrs Trussel learned about it, though, and strongly approved.

(The End)