Sunburn

By Verity

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For any twelve-year-old boy, the long summer holiday is by far the best part of the school year. And for Andrew Snooks this year was even better, because he was going to Cornwall for a month-long beach holiday with his adult cousin Margo and her family.

He already knew the family well. The eldest was Lucinda, aged 15, next came Timothy, 13, a friendly boy whom he liked very much, and then were two younger children, a girl and boy aged 9 and 10. They family had taken a holiday cottage near a picturesque village on the idyllic Cornish coast, just a short distance from the beach. For Andrew it couldn't be better, especially as the month started with blue skies, and was warm and sunny every day.

Andrew was warmly welcomed by his cousins, and his stay began with a long day on the sandy beach, when they would take a picnic lunch. There were large numbers of people, mainly families, on the beach, and Andrew was intrigued to see that many of the children played on the sand totally naked, including his two youngest cousins. Margo explained that Cornwall was, in many ways, a 'different country', where people were more accepting of nudity and where it was quite normal for children to wear nothing on the beach, especially on warm days. His two small cousins seemed perfectly happy, romping around nude, as were many other children.

Andrew already had his speedos on under his clothes, so he quickly changed, looking forward to splashing in the white rollers that are typical of the Cornish coast. But then he became aware of something of an argument among his cousins. He didn't hear what was said, but he saw Timothy, the thirteen-year-old, walk away a little and sit with his back to the rest.

'What's the matter?' asked Andrew, dismayed.

'Oh, it's Timothy again,' sighed Cousin Margo. 'We have this every year. He's always been naked on the beach like the younger kids, but last year, when he turned twelve, he wanted to be allowed to wear his speedos. As we are a a family that does things fairly, we took a vote, and we all voted against it. He made a bit of a fuss, but in the end gave in.'

'Yes, but I'm thirteen now, Mum!' said Timothy, coming back to the group.

'You may be, Timothy,' said his mother, 'but you remember that we took another vote, and you remember the result, that you will stay bare on the beach for another year.'

'It's not fair,' argued Timothy. 'Nobody asked ME what I wanted.'

'Yes, we did, and you were out-voted. So off with these clothes, NOW!'

Timothy remained reluctant, and needed some 'help' from his mother to get undressed, but he wasn't wearing many clothes, and very soon his mother was skinning down the last item, his y-fronts, and he was standing nude and blushing on the sand, while his clothes were all put away in Margo's beach-bag.

'Now run down to the sea with the others,' said his mother.

'There are too many people,' said Timothy sulkily, and instead he sat on the sand, his knees clasped to his chest, then rolled over and lay on his stomach.

'Get up, Timothy!'

'No!'

Margo, still speaking mildly, said, 'Timothy, I think you and me need to have a little talk.' She pulled him by the hand. 'Come into the beach hut with me for a minute or two.'

Timothy slowly got up from the sand, then Margo walked her nude young son into the beach-hut they rented. The door was closed, and Andrew wondered what was going on, but not for long.

From within the beach-hut, after a moment or two, came the sound of several ringing smacks, together with yells from Timothy.

'Spanked bare botty!' giggled Claribel, the youngest girl.

Sure enough, when Margo brought Timothy out again, he was distinctly red round the eyes, with hair mussed, and rubbing his rear. Margo, though, still wore her usual amiable expression, though like Timothy she was distinctly flushed in the face.

'NOW come down to the sea,' said Margo, still holding his hand, and this time Timothy didn't argue. Andrew grinned to see his 13-year-old cousin's newly smacked bot-cheeks quivering as he was walked naked all the way down the beach to the water's edge. The rosy bottom would be really shameful for him, Andrew thought, but Lucinda, who seemed sympathetic, said that the the hot cheeks would probably be put down to sunburn. Certainly nobody seemed to notice him, and, as far as Andrew could see, he was soon splashing happily in the waves with the others.

Andrew lay in the sun a little longer, enjoying the warmth. He would appreciate the cool water all the more a little later. Shortly later the others came back.

Margo smiled, then held a hand out and said, 'Andrew, give me your speedos.'

Andrew's eyes opened wide, and he stood up. 'I'M not going to bare on the beach!'

'Well, we'll settle it in the usual way, and take a vote,' said Margo pleasantly. She looked round at the other kids. 'Okay, who thinks that Andrew should be bare?'

To Andrew's dismay, every hand shot up!

'No!' insisted Andrew, looking round at the crowded beach and coming out in goose-pimples at the very idea of parting with his swim-trunks.

'Andrew,' said Margo in her calm voice. 'I think you and I need to have a little talk in the beach-hut. Come along.'

Andrew gulped, then took Margo's outstretched hand and went into the hut with her, not quite sure what to expect.

He was not left in doubt for long. After Margo had closed the door she sat on the wooden bench, pulled Andrew across to her, then briskly untied his speedos and, to his mortification, skinned them right down his legs.

A moment later Andrew was draped across Margo's lap, then he felt her palm smacking down firmly on his bottom some dozen times. When the spanking finished, he felt Margo pulling his speedos off completely.

She lifted Andrew up, then said gently, 'Now, that's just a little reminder for you to do as you are told. Believe me, things go much easier that way.'

'But I don't want to be all bare in front of everyone,' sobbed Andrew, rubbing his tingling rear. It was shameful enough as it was, he thought, standing quite naked in front of Margo.

'It won't do you any harm at all,' said Margo firmly, 'I never heard such a fuss. And you will have plenty of chance to get used to it, because you are going to be bare in front of the whole beach for a good long time. I'll be locking your speedos in the hut with the rest of your clothes until it's time to go home.'

Then, as with Timothy, she took Andrew's hand and walked him naked right down to the seafront. The worst part was, there were quite a number of families near the beach-hut, and Timothy squirmed inwardly at the thought that they had all just heard him getting a bare-bottom spanking. Perhaps as again with Andrew, his rosy bot-cheeks would also be put down to sunburn, but he doubted it. There would have been little mistaking the sounds that had penetrated the thin wooden wall.

It was much easier once Andrew was in the water and, in due course, he became more relaxed on the beach, once it was clear that absolutely nobody was staring at him. But Margo did have quite a number of friends and, as it was the first day on the beach for most of them, several stopped by to chat. Andrew was brought over now and again to meet them, and it seemed as if Margo rather liked having Andrew standing nude on the sand while he was introduced, and while her friends asked all the polite but boring questions that adults tend to ask – about his home, his school, his holidays, and the like. None, however, seemed to find anything extraordinary about a boy being naked on the beach. With the possible exception, perhaps, of a local schoolmaster, whose eyes seemed to keep drifting downwards..

The day soon passed, but there were many similar, and Andrew's speedos remained firmly locked away until it was time for him to go home.

All in all, it had been a great holiday. Also, there was lots of fun back at the cottage, as the youngsters all got on well with each other, and together made up a lively crew. Margo, indeed, had to keep a 'tight ship' as she put it, so as to keep some semblance of order. And, on days and evenings when she had to be away from the house, Lucinda was left in charge of the others, and she also took her duties seriously. On one occasion when Andrew came in very late, Lucinda took down his pants and gave him a sound spanking, just like Margo would have done. At other times when Margo was in charge, Andrew also saw the two younger children and even Timothy getting spanked, all on their wriggling bare bottoms, following various misdeeds.

Too soon it was time for Andrew to go home. The others made him promise to return, to which he was quick to agree.

But there was one final embarrassment for Andrew, this time after he got home. Margo had taken a number of photographs on the beach, and she mailed some of these to Andrew's mother. The latter was delighted, and Andrew squirmed inwardly as they were handed round his family, with remarks that made him squirm even more.

Then his mother asked sharply, 'You did behave yourself when you were are at Margo's, didn't you, Andrew? You didn't cause any trouble?'

'No, of course not!'

'Well, this photo says different,' said his mother, holding up one of the prints. 'Look at it. Why have you got a red bottom?'

'Sunburn,' said Andrew.

(The End)