Sunday At The Beach
Sunday
turned out to be quite nice weather, 79 degrees, with plenty of sunshine and
only partly cloudy now and then, so Mark took us to the beach for the day. Of
course, with our Master, there is often an unusual twist to the events he
organises, and after an early breakfast he told us to dress casual, and bring a
swimsuit, a two piece for Mom and I, what else, but no towels as they would be
provided. I drove us to the coast, following Mark’s directions when we got
nearby, down some very narrow roads, with hardly any traffic on them at all. We
couldn’t have seen more than a dozen cars in the last 20 miles, and then we
pulled up to a large gated community, with a high perimeter wall, and other
than a large turning circle, it seemed to be a dead end.
Master Mark
walked over to the security guard and showed his ID, the man checked the list
on his clipboard, then the gate opened as Mark walked back to the car, and we
drove through to a large parking lot, with about a hundred cars already there.
Mark said we’d look round the place first, so we could leave everything in the
trunk, and come back if we needed anything later in the day. The sun was bright
and clear, promising a lovely day, which got interesting as we walked towards
some log structure buildings, when a guy and girl, both about 25 years old,
walked by, completely naked. Well almost, he wore only sandals, and was shaved
smooth, everywhere, while the girl wore only a pink collar with a leash clipped
to it, dangling between her jiggling breasts, the end brushing her cute shaven
mound. She seemed to be holding her arms in a funny position, with her elbows
tucked in to her sides, and when they passed, I could see that her elbows were
tied to each other, across her back, restricting her range of movement.
I looked over at my Sir, and he explained to us while we
walked, that this was a private nude beach resort with a D/s theme, where
admittance was strictly by invitation only, and those only for people who were
in the scene, including carefully screened guests. His main reason for bringing
us here was because Mom and I had always wanted to visit a nudist beach, but
were reluctant to go for that much public exposure without safeguards,
especially for both our reputations. Master Mark would provide that protection
for us, and the opportunity for us to spend time around other submissives in a
relaxed environment. For Grandad and Uncle Robert, Mark wanted them to have the
chance to see the social side of D/s relationships, other than those within our
family, and also to have some visual entertainment.
We walked
down to the beach, passing quite a few more nudists, most of them as normal as
you’d see on any clothing optional beach, about a 50/50 split between dressed
and undressed, with no more than a dozen people wearing collars or other
bondage equipment. It was easy for me to see who the subs were, and Mom spotted
them as well, that proud stance of offering acceptable service to their Masters
and Mistresses, even when they were only stood beside them. Taking Mom’s hand,
I turned to our Master and Mom said simply, “If it pleases my Sir?” When he
nodded, we both removed our tops and skirts, handing them to Uncle Robert to
hold for a moment, while we slipped off our bra and panties, right there, out
in the open, at the edge of a warm sandy beach. Our shoes were last, which we
held in our hand, then arranged our underwear to drape over them, the already
sticky gusset fully on display, then our skirt and top draped over one arm. We
held our arm slightly away from the body, so as not to obscure out nakedness,
then as one, we dipped a curtsey, and now declared, “We thank you for this
privilege Master, and the chance to serve you.”
Master Mark
smiled warmly, then came and kissed me on my lips, one hand on my shoulder, the
other resting easily on the side of my breast, just enough pressure to let me,
and everyone else, know that it was open and intentional, and my smile matched
that of my Sir. He kissed and fondled Mom in exactly the same way, then turned
to thank Grandad for bringing up two such wonderfully obedient girls.
We
continued on down the beach, Mom and I enjoying the freedom of more exposure
than we’d ever had in a single go, out on full public display, in view of what
I estimated were over a hundred people. Overall I’d say there were more
families than couples, with obvious singles in the minority, but equally
comfortable with everyone else. We discussed the group makeup as we walked, how
it all seemed so natural to them, even two teenage girls with ropes tied
between their ankles, with a foot of slack, yet tethered to a steel spike in
the sand, like pet dogs. They were building sandcastles with a ten year old
boy, apparently their brother, since he called them Sis once or twice, with no
sign that there was anything out of the ordinary with the scene.
Mark
explained that on a municipal beach, this sort of activity would be strictly
forbidden, the group would have been penalised, and the vanilla people around
then absolutely mortified at what they were doing. This meant that a central
lifestyle choice was denied them, and many other groups with similar D/s
interests, so gradually it came under discussion at social gatherings, and a
number of them formed a company to buy and manage this site. The membership
rules are very strict, to keep the privacy of everyone protected, and allow
them the freedom to exercise their choices in a support environment that all
can benefit from.
The other
noticeable thing about these people, was that, in the majority of cases, they
were exactly like any regular family at the beach, with only about 20% nudists,
and all the rest of them wearing just swimsuits, or sundresses, or shorts and
tops. There were, however, far more naked kids than on a regular beach, most of
whom had all over tans, and they played as carefree as any kid I’d seen.
There were
plenty of D/s attributes on display though, several women with various shades
of red bottom, some with fresh cane stripes, and about half as many men and
boys with similarly punished rear ends. Many wore collars, and were being lead
on a leash, happily walking beside their Master or Mistress, some had leashes
attached to piercings through nipples, or pussy lips, or to a cock that had
been pierced. Everyone wore these items as if they were just a piece of
clothing, or jewellery, and no-one paid them any attention.
We found
ourselves a spot on the sand to settle down, Mom and I going to a cabana for
some towels, while Mark and Robert brought some sun loungers for us to relax
on, then the guys took their clothes of as well, making us all fully fledged
nudists. It was so peaceful to lay back in the sun completely naked, just like
being beside my own pool, but with lots of people around us, all able to see my
tits and pussy, especially when Master Mark told Mom and I to lay with our legs
wide apart. This level of exhibition was getting me so turned on, and when he
saw me wriggling, my Sir made me explain to everyone just how sexually excited
I was, to be on public display like this. Kindly, he granted me permission to
cum whenever I wanted today, but I was not allowed to touch myself, so could
only achieve orgasm by focusing on the situation I was in. It took about half
an hour before I reached my peak, and had to inform Master Mark as I drew near,
then explain what was pushing me into my actual climax. It was lots of little
things really, like so many happy submissives performing acts of service while
publicly naked, people being openly touched and stimulated as they walked past
up, but finally it was an eighteen year old girl next to us that made me cum so
hard.
She’d
dropped her ice cream cone into her lap, quite a surprise when you’re naked,
and she’d said “Oh, shit” without thinking about it, like lots of people do,
but she had immediately looked really mortified, apologising to her Mom and Dad
in the very next breath. Her Mom had quietly said, “Kneel”, and the girl had
assumed the position straight away, head bowed, hands gripping elbows behind her
back, and her knees very wide apart. Just seeing her obedience almost finished
me off, but when her Mom had eaten her own ice cream, the girl shuffled forward
to lay over her lap for a hand spanking in full view of everyone around, and as
I told my Master that her spanking had made me climax.
There were
lots of people on the beach with their nude bodies decorated with paintings,
some just shapes, or flowers, but some with really beautiful pictures of
landscapes, or animals and birds, and I called a young girl over to ask where
she had it done. She had a blue sea painted on her lower tummy, the bottom edge
framing her hairless slit, an setting sun over her navel, and a palm tree from
her right hip to just inside her right breast bud, the leaves either side of
the nipple.
The artist was working further down the beach, she told us, so we
all went with her to see him, and I told her how nice she looked decorated like
that, for which she thanked me ever so politely. We watched the guy painting
scenes on several young girls, and a couple of older women, one who had flames
painted on her pubic mound, and then three men as well. All of them looked
superb, and the artwork was stunning, then when I reached him in the line, he
told me it was free for whatever I wanted, as the club paid him a retainer as
part of the entertainment provided to guests. I had the same flame design as
the woman had, but Mark suggested he make it bigger, since I was a hot little
lady, and the fire blazed right up my tummy.
Mom had flowers painted on her
front, right from her ankles to her neck, with petals over her pussy, and down
her titties to her nipples, she looked fantastic.
We walked
further down the beach after lunch, to a roped off section with a sign posted
to warn of more intense scenarios past that point, and the possible
sensitivities of younger ones. The barrier was on the edge of a stand of trees,
which shielded whatever was happening further down, from the family section of
the beach, but a short walk soon brought us back to the warm sands.
There were
more groups of people in this area, but they didn’t look any different to those
in the family section, except maybe not as many children around, although there
was more bondage evident. We drew near to a family where two 15 year old twin
boys were building a massive sand castle, but sticking out from the corners was
a twenty year old girl, staked out spread eagle, with just head, hands, and
feet visible, and a large pile of sand heaped on her body. She must have been
nearly crushed by the weight, but she couldn’t complain because of a red ball
gag strapped into her mouth, though I noticed she held a small yellow ball in
her right hand, which must have been her safe signal. All she had to do was
drop it, and she’d be dug out, or at least asked if she was OK. There was a man
and woman sat nearby, her Mom and Dad we assumed, and they invited us over,
introducing themselves as Dan and Jessica, and their two boys John and James,
then chatted with us about our background, how long we’d been in the club, and
who was who in our group. Jessica had not mentioned anything about the girl
buried under the sand castle, and when I asked if that was her daughter, she
said she might as well be for all the trouble she caused, but no, she was
actually their live in maid, Daisy.
Apparently,
John and Daisy had buried James yesterday, sculpting him as a mermaid, with
boobs (Daisy’s idea), and a big shell to hide his dick, so now it was Daisy’s
turn to be buried, and the boys didn’t want her to escape. They finished the
castle while we were talking, then dashed off to the sea, coming back with
buckets of salty water, which they poured into plastic tubes sticking an inch
above the top of the castle. Mark asked if they were runoffs, and Dan said the
boys had designed them to carry water to the centre of the pile, so the bottom
half could be made very wet, and heavy, without breaking the structure of the
sand. With each bucket that was poured in, Daisy grunted at the increased
weight, her breathing getting shallower, then James brought over a bucket they
had used at the rock pools earlier. He showed us what they’d collected, small
crabs, shellfish, sea slugs, anemones, and dozens of fish, some over an inch
long, then he began pouring them down a tube. Jessica explained how that tube
went down to a small container between Daisy’s legs, with a cover over it, so
it formed a small cave to protect the creatures from being crushed. As more
creatures went down the tube Daisy began to struggle, well, her fingers and
toes did, and her eyes opened wide, so John bent down and asked if something
was biting her, at which she nodded her head, but the rest of the sea creatures
still got poured in.
Daisy held
it together for fifteen minutes before she dropped her yellow ball, at which
point Dan removed her gag to check she was in no danger, other than having a
crab nipping her clitoris to shreds, and something had crawled right inside her
pussy. The poor girl was becoming light headed from lack of oxygen, all that
sand was restricting her chest so that she now couldn’t lift it at all, so Dan
told the boys to dig her out. He placed a small storage container over her head
to prevent the sand getting in her eyes and mouth, he said, put the ball back
in her hand, then the boys started digging the sand off Daisy’s chest, but now
piled it over the container, burying her head. Soon the plastic box was
completely covered, and Daisy must have been in pitch darkness, her air supply
a small plastic pipe that was tucked under the box near her neck. As more sand
was piled of her head, the weight on her ribcage was reduced, and five minutes
later she gave a thumbs up that she could now breath again. John and James
continued digging carefully as they neared Daisy’s chest, but once they could
see where it was, they changed to scraping the sand instead of digging into it,
but this meant that the point of the plastic spades were now dragged across her
ribs, and her exposed breasts. John particularly liked pulling his spade across
her nipples, while James had uncovered her midriff, and was working the spade
point into Daisy’s navel, twisting it round, all of which resulted in Daisy
clenching her fists, and curling her toes, but no sound escaped from under the
sand pile.
When the
poor girl was freed at last, and untied, John and James took her down to the
sea to wash all the sand off, coming back glistening wet and beautiful. “Fresh
as a Daisy,” Jessica announced, and everyone laughed. We bid our goodbyes to
the family, and went on further along the sand.
Twenty
yards down the beach there was a guy tied backwards over a rock, the ropes
fastened to a line of steel D rings set into the surface of the stone, and a
younger girl was fucking him with strap on, while holding a magnifying glass over
his cock. The concentrated sunlight started to smoke his sun block after a
while, and when his struggles grew stronger, the girl moved the light to
another part of his throbbing shaft, then heated his balls up as well.
I was
linking arms with Uncle Robert at this point, so I laid my head on his
shoulder, a wicked thought running through my mind, and said to him, “Uncle
Robert, can I do that with you sometime please?”
He kissed
the top of my head, and replied, “Which one poppet, fuck my ass, or torture my
prick?”
I looked up
at him, my eyes sparking at the thought, a wide smile on my face, “Oh, both of
them, if I may.”
He thought
for a moment, while I lowered my eyes, noticing his prick stiffen a little bit,
then he answered, “Yes sweetheart, I think I’d like that, if your Master would
give his permission.”
I kissed
him on the lips, a big sloppy one, then turned to my Sir, an expectant, hopeful
look on my face, awaiting his response.
“Yes,
Katherine,” he said, “you have my permission to play with your Uncle the next
time you are together, but both you and Michelle must first perform an act of
public service before we leave. I’ll let you know the details when I’ve worked
out what it should be.”
I let go of
Uncle Robert, and went to kneel at my Master’s feet, taking his hand to plant a
kiss on it, in gratitude for his kindness, feeling a rush of pleasure through
my whole body as he stroked my hair softly, telling me how proud he was to have
me as his servant.
As we moved
towards the far end of the beach, we passed several couples fucking, one where
the woman was tied to a tree, with her leg in the air, like a ballet arabesque,
and a man was struggling to keep his somewhat small prick inside her as they
fucked.
Right at
the edge of the property, which was bounded by a stand of trees, with lots of
underbrush, there were three girls and a guy bent over a breakwater being caned
severely, all of them between eighteen and about twenty five years old. They
already had three or four purple bruises each on their bottoms, and two across
the backs of their thighs, the punishment having been meted out by two couples
about Mom’s age, with two early teenage boys watching from the group. One of
the youngsters was handed the cane, and was instructed, I assume by his Dad, to
deliver a cut to one of the girls, right at the crease under her bottom, plenty
of practise swings being given, which hardly touched the girl. When the boy was
confident of his aim, he swung slowly back, then let go, right on target, perfectly
on the crease line of both cheeks. There wasn’t a lot of force behind it, but
it must have really stung, because the girl was wriggling her but all over the
place. Very attractively I might add, with her legs spreading every so often to
display her puffy, hairless slit, and the shaved mound above it.
The other
young boy then had a turn on the next girl in line, with similar instruction
and practice, but his delivered stroke, while heavier, was off target, high on
one side, low on the other, so he was given another go, which was much better,
and earned him the man’s praise.
The adults
now delivered another stroke of the cane each, across the thighs, first to the
two outer people, the guy, and the younger girl, then to the two older girls in
the middle, leaving all four with a beautiful set of purple marks. They were
then instructed to turn over, legs apart, and the cane was exchanged for a
narrow two tailed strap, which was used half a dozen times on the guy’s cock
and balls, and ten times on each of the girls pussies, lips, mound, spread
slit, and three very large, fully erect clits. After their punishment, they had
to kneel in front of the group, hands on head, while they were lectured about
underage drinking, responsible behaviour, and lack of respect for their elders.
This was by
far the most extreme treatment we’d seen, but following the dressing down, they
all hugged just the same as we do after taking a punishment, so it’s no
different to my own personal circumstances, just further along in severity.
We worked
our way back to the family area then, where they were having a games afternoon,
and we all joined in a ball game something like basketball hoops, where two
team members hold hands to form the hoop, and a third member tosses the ball
through it. We were a man down to make two teams of three, but a lovely young
girl came over and asked if she could join our team, as she was an odd one out
in her family. I told her it would probably be OK, but considering the D/s
theme, we should really ask my Master Mark’s permission, so the young girl went
over with me, executed the best curtsey I’ve seen from someone without a skirt,
and very respectfully sought Master Mark’s favour for her request.
He didn’t
grant it right away, but questioned her for a while, seeking her name, age, and
status. Surprisingly, she was called Katie, but Mark reminded her of the
expected etiquette, so she told him her name was Catherine, with a ‘C’, but
everyone called her Katie, with a ‘K’, unless she was in trouble, then Mommy
and Daddy used her Sunday name. She had celebrated her sixteenth birthday last
week, but wasn’t old enough to be a proper submissive yet, so Daddy had made
her his trainee servant, and if she worked hard, he would promote her when she
was old enough, but that was ages and ages away yet. My eyes moistened at this,
and I could see so much of my younger self in this wonderful child, manners, a
burning desire to please, and impatience at the speed the world turned.
When I
looked up, Mark had a beaming smile, and I knew we shared the same thoughts. He
took Katie’s hand, kissed the back of it, and told her, “My dear young lady, I
would consider it an honour for you join our team, and to help support the
ladies side, but first, introductions are in order.” Holding her hand, still,
he turned her towards us, “Catherine, may I formally introduce you to my servant
Katherine, with a ‘K’, also known as Katie. Katherine with a ‘K’ this is
Catherine with a ‘C’.”
We said
hello to each other, giggling quietly.
“Catherine,
this is Michelle, my servant also, and my Katie’s Mom. Michelle, may I
introduce you to Catherine, with a ‘C’. Katie C, you may call her Shelly.”
Mom and
Katie shook hands formally, and exchanged hello’s, both with a smile at the way
Mark was making such a production of this.
“Catherine,
this is Robert, Michelle’s brother. Robert, may I introduce you to Catherine,
with a ‘C’. Katie C, you may call him Mister Robert.”
They shook
hands and said hello, both of them struggling not to laugh.
“Catherine,
this is Mr Bircher, he’s Michelle and Robert’s Dad, and my Katie’s Grandad. Mr
Bircher, may I introduce you to Catherine, with a ‘C’. Katie C, you may call
him Sir.”
Grandad and
Katie shook hands and said hello, but she was now much more respectful.
Mark took
her hand again, as he’d done for each presentation, turning them both to each
of us in turn, as if looking for someone else, then turned her to face him.
“Oh! Yes.”
he said, “Catherine, may I please have the honour to introduce myself to such a
lovely young lady. My name is Mark, and I am Master to these two wonderful
ladies, who have both graced me with the gift of their submission to my
control. Katie C, you may call me Sir, or Master Mark.”
Katie said
“Hello, Master Mark,” dipping another graceful curtsey, “it’s an honour to meet
you. Thank you for allowing me to play with you, and for introducing me to
these lovely people.”
“Wonderful,”
Mark said, “now come here poppet, and give me a hug.” They went into each
other’s arms for a hug, then round the rest of us, and it was strange hugging a
naked person in a social setting, rather than a romantic one.
We were on
the third round, and had some time before we played, so we sat on the sand to
chat for a while, me leaning against Mark, Mom leaning on Uncle Robert, while
Grandad and Katie C, sat on their own, though Katie seemed a bit subdued
compared to a short time ago. Katie C had just been explaining that Daddy was
really her Mom’s current boyfriend, not her proper Dad, and she liked him, but
Mom’s previous boyfriend had been much nicer. She kept looking at Mom and I,
with a sweet smile on her face, then taking a quick glance at Grandad, almost
wistfully, as if she was missing something. We didn’t really know much about
her, but I asked her what she liked most about her Mom’s previous boyfriend, because
I’d noticed something in the way she spoke about him. Katie C explained that he
was really nice to her, talking to her about school if Mom left the room, and
including her in their general conversations, not the grown up ones though, and
if Mom went to get ready, he’d sit on the sofa with her and watch kids TV, like
her Dad used to do. When they watched TV, he let her lean on him, all nice and
cosy, not push her off like most people do, except her Mom that is.
I asked her
if they cuddled, and her eyes lit up when she admitted that they did, but she
didn’t want Mom to get upset with her, so she didn’t do it too much. As I drew
her out, she revealed that she was a very tactile person, even just a finger on
her Mom’s arm soothed her, or someone stroking her hair made her all warm. My
next question was key, so I asked her how many cuddles she’d had today, not
counting the ones we’d all just had, and she said there was just one, very
quickly when Daddy had arrived at the house to pick them up, then he’d ruffled
her hair, and she had to go brush it again.
“There you
are,” I said to everyone, “one quick hug all day, not even a proper cuddle, and
it’s after lunchtime already. I’m afraid poor Katie C is suffering from serious
cuddle starvation, and here we all are snuggling up without her, well we can’t
have that can we now?” Everybody agreed, and we decided it needed fixing as
soon as possible, so I asked Grandad to let Katie sit on his lap for some
emergency cuddles, since she weighed hardly anything and wouldn’t squash him.
He reached for her hand, and gently guided her round, then lowered her onto his
upper legs, her expression mixed between desperately wanting to, but also ready
to flee at the slightest sound. Grandad put his arm round her, gently playing
his fingers along her upper arm, a gesture I fondly remember from my own
childhood, when I was missing Mom during summer break. Slowly, he leaned her
over against his chest, still stroking her arm, and she snuggled under his chin,
visibly relaxing as we watched.
Master Mark
leaned over and kissed my ear, which he does when he’s proud of something I’ve
said or done, and I knew he approved of the way I’d just helped Katie C. I told
her how much I liked to be cuddled, how nice it felt inside, and all the
cuddles my family readily gave out, and that she could come round whenever she
needed cheering up. Apparently her new Daddy, the fourth she’d had this year,
only cuddled her like this when she’d been naughty, and he’d just given her a
good spanking, otherwise it was just a quick hug like this morning. I told her
that I got spanked as well, and cuddled afterwards, which made everything
alright, since I’d done something wrong, paid for it, then been forgiven and
the slate wiped clean. Katie C said that was when I was a girl, but now I’m
grown up I didn’t get spanked any more, not like she did.
Laughing
out loud, Mark explained that getting older didn’t stop people doing silly
things, or being naughty, and Mom and I had both been properly spanked only
last night. You could see she thought this was a wind up, being said just to
comfort her, but not really true, so I confirmed that I did get spanked, Mom
agreed that she’d been spanked as well, and it was also given to us outside, in
some bushes at the side of the road. Mark told her we weren’t spanked every
day, but there were house rules we were both expected to follow, and breaking
them would definitely earn us a spanking to set things straight again.
Katie C
said that’s what Mommy always said, and she didn’t really mind her Mommy
spanking her, because it was only when she did break the rules, and Mommies
were allowed to spank, but she didn’t think boyfriends should be. Mark
explained that things didn’t always seem fair, especially to children, but
parents were allowed to give spanking permission to other people, which meant
they spanked as if it was her Mommy doing it. It would be different if it was
some strange guy off the street, just bending her over and smacking her bottom,
because he wasn’t allowed to, and Mommy wouldn’t have let it happen. So when
Mommy’s boyfriend spanks her, he’s just doing what Mommy has given him
permission for, which means she has to accept it, because Mommy loves her. Mark
reasoned it out quite well with her, and she was beginning to understand, which
was good, to say we had only just met. I related some of the struggles I’d had
when I was sixteen, and how Mark had helped me work things out in my head at
that time. She seemed to be much more comfortable now, happier in herself, and
not looking so worried. It was nearly time for our game, so Grandad gave her an
extra squeeze, I pulled her up onto her feet, gave her a big hug, and a kiss on
the cheek, then Mom did the same, and walked off with her arm round Katie C as
if she were her own daughter.
The ball
game was great fun, trying to position our hoop under the ball, so it would go
through, then the thrower racing to get it back for another throw, then
another, and so on. Each thrower only had 3 minutes, then we swapped round, and
someone else had the ball, till all three people had thrown, and the scores
could be added up. We all managed to get through to the next round, but then
Mark’s team were knocked out, and because we girls were getting a bit silly, I gave
them the Bronx cheer. Master Mark just turned and gave me the sternest look I
have ever seen.
“Katherine,
present yourself.” he said, my Master’s voice now as stern as his look. I went
and stood before him, feet apart, hands clasping elbows behind my back, my head
bowed in shame as he gave me permission to speak.
“I beg my
Master’s forgiveness for the disrespect I have shown, and I am truly sorry to
have caused you to bring me to account for my error.” My voice was quiet and
trembling, my heart heavy inside, that I could have brought my Sir such upset.
I continued, still not raising my eyes, “It was in no way intentional Sir, but just a moment of girlish
silliness, in which I forgot my proper place.” I raised my eyes so my Master
could see how sincere I now was, “Please Master Mark, correct your servant as
you see fit, that I may better serve you, in order to bring only praise to your
name. My body is yours to do as you will, since it belongs to you, and I welcome
your care.”
My Master
was still very serious, but his voice was a little softer as he addressed me,
“Katherine, it saddens me that I have to discipline you for being a silly,
thoughtless, young girl, but you will have your rear thoroughly spanked to teach
you the error of your ways. Because you showed disrespect to your Master in a
public place, you will be punished, with six strokes of the cane across your
bare bottom, as an encouragement not to do so again. Grasp your ankles.”
Bending
over, I took hold of my ankles, tightening my curve, so that my breasts were
displayed through my spread legs, the pull on my upper legs straining against
the petals of my pussy, as they parted with a further tuck on my spine,
positioning my bottom at the apex, ready to be spanked. My Master has made me
assume this position to be spanked before, and it usually turns me on to be so
fully displayed for him, but I took no pleasure in this today, because I had
let him down badly by not putting him in first place, even in my play. My
failure in this important part of my service was more painful to me than
anything his hand was about to do to my bottom, and would hurt me long after
the sting had left my flesh. How could I have been so inconsiderate?
The
spanking went on for much longer than I would normally have to endure, and my
Master was more forceful with each smack of his hand to my stretched bottom. He
spanked down my thighs as far as my knees, bringing me to tears, then worked
down the tender crease of my bottom, including my tight anal ring, but when my
Sir’s hand slapped so hard against my pussy, I was sobbing that I had brought
this upon myself. When my spanking stopped, Master Mark gently took hold
of my shoulders, lifting me to stand
before him as he explained that my discipline was not because I had been a
silly girl, since he loved the playfulness that came so easily to me. However,
it was my lack of control in allowing it to go too far, to overstep the
boundary of proper ladylike behaviour, that had merited such a severe
discipline to be administered, but now my debt was paid, and that lapse had
been forgiven. He softly pulled me into an embrace, cradling my head into his
neck, as his hand stroked my sobbing shoulder till I composed myself, then he
lifted my chin to kiss me tenderly on my lips, my tear drenched cheeks, and my
reddened eyes.
Leaning
back a little, I offered thanks to my Master that he cared enough to correct my
mistakes, and so graciously gave me his forgiveness. Passing me over to my Mom
to receive a bit more comforting, he turned to a couple nearby and asked if he
could borrow the cane they had with them, then returned to me.
“Katherine,”
he addressed me, “for displaying a lack of respect for your Master, I have
decreed that you be given six strokes of the cane on your bare bottom. Will you
accept my judgement on this?”
“Yes
Master,” I answered confidently.
I was now
given a choice, “Will you take your punishment in private Katherine, or in
public?”
My
punishments were always in private, family excepted, and they had never been
witnessed by strangers since I was a small child. My Master was giving me an
opportunity to demonstrate how I viewed the seriousness of this situation.
“Since my
fault was performed in front of all these people, it is only right that I willingly
accept my punishment in this public place, in order that they may witness that
I have been properly corrected.”
I thought I
would have been scared at the prospect of receiving a punishment caning,
especially in front of so many people that I didn’t know, and hadn’t seen
before today, since I had only ever been given a serious punishment once
before. That one had really, really hurt, almost beyond bearing, but my Master
knew my limits better than myself, and I had survived then, so I trusted my Sir
to bring me through this ordeal as well.
He
positioned me bent over, with my hands on my knees so as not to tighten my
buttocks too much, my bottom towards the audience, still red from my spanking,
and the breeze wafting over my spread pussy. I was instructed to count the
strokes, something I hate, then the first cut of the cane bit deep into my soft
cheeks. I held the scream back in my throat, and it seemed ages before I could
voice the required count. The second stroke was the same fierce burning pain,
deep inside my butt, the same repressed scream, but after the count this time,
I began to cry, not from the heat tearing its way through my rear, nor from the
shame of being punished like a school girl. My tears were now for my Master, who
I had foolishly put in the position of having to punish an otherwise loyal
servant to this extent, and in public. The man who cared for me so
considerately, who drew such pleasure from my service to him, who thrilled me
as I watched him glow with pride at my obedience to his wishes, was now so
disappointed in my thoughtless actions.
The third
and fourth strokes burned into my mind as well as my body, driving a new
determination that I would NEVER give my wonderful Master cause to have to
punish me again. I promised him this in between my sobs, quietly repeating my
vows inside my head, “I do all things to please my Master, since my body
belongs to him.” Over and over the words ran through my mind as I tried hard to
stay in place, and bravely suffer the cane as it whipped across my bottom. This
was no mild discipline session, given with a level of pain that drove my sexual
passions higher, this was not for my pleasure, it was to put an end to an
unacceptable course of action, so that it would not re-occur in the future. I
promised my Sir that it would not.
It was
several moments before I was aware of Mark leaning down beside me, his hand
stroking my hair, or that I was quietly voicing my private thoughts, that my
Master was asking me if I was OK, telling me it was alright to use my safe word
if this was proving beyond what I could bear. Despite the searing pain in my
buttocks, or the tears streaming down my face, his concern lifted my heart, as
he always does, and I managed a weak smile of reassurance. Recovering my
composure, I gave him the response that declares my willing obedience, “I do
all things to please my Master, since my body belongs to you. I have let you
down, my Sir, and deserve this punishment, so I will bear these last two
strokes, and always be reminded that it is possible for me to fail. Please
continue to cane your remorseful servant, that I may resume serving you
acceptably.”
He kissed
my wet cheek, whispering in my ear, “Sweet Katie, I’m so proud of you.” A few
seconds later, a line of fire ripped across the lower curve of my bottom, the
sobs coming straight away, then the count from my lips, and more crying, this
time it was due to the pain. My heart was not so much in anguish any more, the
thought lifting me was that my Master was proud of me, even as he caned me for
a serious mistake, my obedience to this very punishment filled him with pride.
My service was once more acceptable to the man I held in the highest esteem.
I felt the
cane tap against me, which he hadn’t done with any of the other strokes, but it
lay against the crease just below my cheeks, right on the boundary between
bottom and thighs, the most tender spot a girls has behind her. Always caring
for my welfare, even when inflicting pain, my Master now warned me this last cut
would be the most severe, so I steeled myself to accept it. Quickly my buttocks
tightened, then slowly relaxed, so that he could see my preparation, and the
cane whipped in exactly on target, searing itself into my memory, as it was
rightly intended to. As it burned deeper my bottom clenched and relaxed, my
bladder nearly going along with it, till I gained control. The last thing I
wanted was to pee myself like a child in front of all these people.
I managed
to count the final stroke, and Mark lifted me to a standing position,
immediately taking me into a hug, calming me with his praise for taking my
correction so bravely, and I poured out my most sincere apologies, and promises
to improve my behaviour, which he accepted with a kiss. Someone produced a pot
of cream, and Mark held me in his arms as he invited anyone that wanted, to
sooth my welted bottom, adding that they were also free to sooth my other
punished places as well. The first few were excruciating, despite my helper’s
gentle touch, but as the cream rubbed in, it began to work wonders. Mark told
me later that it contained Lidocaine, so after a dozen people had massaged my
sore cheeks, it was merely painful. It wasn’t just my bottom that had been
caned, there had also been a spanking which had reddened the anal groove, my
pussy slit, and my mound, all of which were lovingly attended to. Uncle Robert
pointed out that my anal ring looked quite sore so Mom gently pulled my cheeks
apart, while someone’s finger rubbed the edges with cream, and the hole itself,
then eased inside, deeper, and deeper, till a second finger slid into my vagina.
I was probed thoroughly, several times, before the fingers withdrew, then lots
of hands were rubbing my punished body, slipping and sliding all over my pussy
and ass.
Master Mark
held me closely, one hand cupping my breast, as he reminded me to take these
lessons to heart, also praising me for my obedience under punishment, then
encouraging me to relax into the reward I was now being granted. I was a
spanked and caned young lady, who was slowly being brought to orgasm by a group
of people I didn’t know, and couldn’t see, yet they were free to take any
liberties they liked with my lower body. When I came, at my Master’s word, the
attention didn’t stop, as many of the crowd hadn’t yet had chance to take
advantage of my Sir’s kind offer, so I was brought to another four delicious
cums, all of them while Mark kissed my soft lips as I moaned and wriggled in
his arms.
The
afternoon’s activities had continued without us distracting them, and me moved
over to watch a puppet show, ably presented by some of the children, which was
excellent fun, and had everyone laughing and cheering. The applause at the end
went on for quite some time, and Mark took us over to meet the performers.
We joined
in another of the competitions later, based on the ‘Gladiators’ TV show, where
two opponents stand on raised platforms and try to knock each other off with
huge padded hammer devices. Master Mark insisted that I play, which I enjoyed
immensely, despite the state of my rear, and the fact that I got spun round a
couple of times and whacked on it. I was pitched against the girl we’d seen
earlier in the day building sand castles while tethered to a spike, she still
wore both ankle cuffs, without the rope between them, although it was replaced
directly after the match. I went over and congratulated her for beating me,
apologising for a couple of good shots I landed on her titties, which she said
were nothing compared to sparring with her brother, then she apologised for
aiming at my sore bottom. We both laughed, and hugged each other, then chatted about
our background till the next event. Mom joined us, then Grandad and Uncle
Robert, and finally Master Mark, so I made the introductions to my new friend
Alice, and after a while, Mark suggested Alice and I exchange phone numbers.
It was the
Flipper race up next, which Grandad sat out as a spectator, but the rest of us
donned swim fins for a hundred yard dash, well more like a waddle, since we all
looked like penguins with big feet, and the hardest part was running while you
were laughing so hard. We all got through the first round, Mom and Mark dropped
out on the second, I dropped out on the third leg, but Uncle Robert won third
place, with a slow, but very precise stride, not stumbling once. The whole
event was great fun, and Alice
My bottom
was feeling much better by then, so we bought some food from one of the
concessions, and took it back to our loungers to eat, watching the world stroll
by as we discussed how much fun we’d had, apart from my slight upset, and how
we might come back some other time. Mom and I were now much more comfortable
with a nudist beach, and the D/s theme here was a definite bonus for added
activities, and observing how other people fitted it into their lifestyle. Mark
took us into the admin office on our way out, signed the necessary introduction
forms, and obtained a pass card for Mom, and one for me, not that we ever
planned to visit on our own, but Mark said it might be an interesting task to
have a lone visit.
Mark kept
us both naked till we reached the car in the parking lot, and I had to drive
home with my skirt up, and my sore bottom on the seat. We picked up Grandad and
Uncle Robert’s bags, and took them to the airport for their flight home, enjoying
lots of cuddles in the departure lounge as they waited to board. Everyone
agreed it had been a wonderful holiday, and we’d enjoyed it immensely, but all
too soon it was time for them to go, last kisses and hugs were exchanged, then
we waved them all the way to the boarding gate.
We drove
home and enjoyed a nice quiet evening lounging on the sofas, savouring the last
moments before we had to return to work on Monday, but at least Master Mark was
staying another couple of days with us, so the next few morning and evenings we
had time for some more fun.
:-)
