Thanksgiving 2013 - 6) Sunday At The Beach

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 came over to congratulate Uncle Robert, saying she wished she could have joined in, but her Daddy had tethered her ankles again, so she couldn’t run.

 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.

:-)