based on an idea by Jessie Michaels
written by Haley Brimley

The Amalfi coast is one of the pearls of Southern Italy. Miles and miles of beautiful, sunny seaside, crystalline sparkling water, hazel-coloured sands and breath-taking sights from the roads on the hills with a view on the Mediterranean Sea. The group made their way to Amalfi after two rather uneventful days spent in Naples and two unluckily rainy days in the other little gem Capri. Their stay there before moving on back to Rome, where they could take the plane back to Berlin, was to last only an afternoon. The biggest hall in the restaurant Da Alice had been booked for a late lunch, and despite the waiters didn’t exactly fancy having to serve 28 students and their less-than-eager teachers and chaperones, the meal went by just fine – if one doesn’t include the high-decibel chattering in the “Just Fine” category.

Their train to Rome would leave at 5:17, and for the remains of the afternoon the kids were left free, provided they stayed within the boundaries of the isola pedonale, which was a rather vast area for passer-by’s only, where no cars could access. There were shops with souvenirs and CDs and clothing, and bars, even a small theatre, so the kids would have had countless ways to spend time before leaving. The one thing they weren’t allowed to do was obviously the one thing they were most eager to do: swimming.

Most of the beaches aren’t free in Italy, but rather managed by local sea holiday enterprises which require a subscription and a monthly fee. There are smaller, free traits of seaside, but those were out of the boundaries that had been set by the teachers, and then allowing them to go swim would mean checking them out at any time, because it was dangerous and there was very lifeguard activity. And frankly, after five days spent looking after the wild bunch, both the teachers and the older students were exhausted and just looking forward for the trip to end.

That was when fourteen-year-old Jessie and her best friends Anne and Janica decided to break the rule and take a swim anyway. They could either break in one of the paid beaches boundaries – but that wasn’t just not allowed, but also illegal – or break out of the isola pedonale and get to the free beach, which was still a violation, albeit less serious. And by the way, as proud as she was of the tanning she was getting in those few days, the most pressing issue in Jessie’s mind was to conceal some of her ‘tanned’ areas which had better remain unseen.

Earlier that morning, when still in the hotel, she had walked back in the room from the bathroom wearing her rather skimpy bikini swimsuit, and, turning around to show Anne and Janica her bottom, she had candidly asked: “Is it visible?”

Anne had nodded, Janica shaken her head. “Nah, one wouldn’t say you got it.”

“Are you nuts?” Anne had said. “I see it. Like a pink blush.”

“No way!” Jessie’s eyes had gone large.

“Sure. Look, right here...” she’d reached for her friend’s backside and traced a contour of a slightly more coloured area with a finger. Even Janica had had to agree there was still some hue.

“Oh well,” Jessie had shrugged. “I suppose it’s not that much after all.”

“It’s not,” Janica had said. “C’mon, who’s gonna notice anyway.”

“Hey, I don’t mind if they notice something back here!” had said Anne, giving a small slap to Jessie’s half-bare bottom.

That had thrown the girls in a fit of giggles and laughter, and it was agreed that soon after lunch, when they would be left free to do whatever, they would sneak out of the isola pedonale and go to the free beach for a quick swim and a less quick look at the Italian guys, who sometimes had habit to wear tight Speedo slips instead of boxer swimsuits – a habit that the girls couldn’t but consider lovely!

And so, when the time came, they casually walked about in the isola pedonale and even more casually walked past its boundaries, reaching the free beach in a couple of minutes. They immediately tossed off their shorts and tops, which they stuffed in their bags, and took a few steps on the hot sand. It was a very warm day, and the beach was full. Families for the most part, but also groups of guys and girls hanging out, listening to loud music, playing beach volleyball or whatever.

Jessie and Anne and Janica started a very knowledgeable dissertation on the cutesy of certain boys in respect to others, and got quite a handful of looks back from many of them. A blond-haired stud named Vincenzo spoke a little English, and they could exchange names and a few greetings. He seemed to be teasing them for their fair-skinned complexion, which, he said, was “so typical in German tourists!”. Judging from the looks of pretty much everyone around, Jessie understood why they were being looked upon as weird, and found it amusing.

“You want to swim?” Vincenzo asked, winking towards the sea.

“Well we can’t,” said Jessie.

“Uh-huh, we’re not allowed,” Janica echoed.

“They spank us if we swim!” Anne added, nudging Jessie and making her blush furiously while Vincenzo had a hearty laugh.

“Well then no swim, it’s dangerous,” he said.

“Oh not that dangerous,” said Jessie, who was very determined to: A) get in the water, since it was so hot, and B) get in the water with Vincenzo, since HE was so hot.

“Yeah we can do it,” Anne confirmed. That was what they were there for, after all.

And swim they did. A few of Vincenzo’s friends joined them in the water, and even though their knowledge of English was ridiculous to say the least, they were more than attractive, and one doesn’t really need words to communicate in such a frame anyway: meaningful looks, playful kicks and jabs and lots of water splashing were more than enough.

Anne was by far the most daring in their little group, and less than half an hour later she was clinging to a guy named Claudio. Joking about his poor language skills, Vincenzo said this was a great chance to master a new tongue, and that was exactly what the two teenagers were doing, exploring each other’s mouths carefully.

No-one could say how things would have progressed, that afternoon, if two storms in the form of Eric and Erika hadn’t interrupted them. They ran to the sea and started yelling at the girls to come back.

“What in the blue hell are you doing here??” Eric screamed at the top of his lungs: he didn’t look happy.

Jessie felt a most unpleasant tingling sensation in her bottom, and it wasn’t because of one of the guys’ hand casually lingering there from time to time.

“Out of the water, you three!” Erika barked, looking none happier than Eric at all.

“Hey relax, no problem, no danger,” said Vincenzo in English, winking at Erica, but he shut up when the nineteen-year-old fixed him a murderous glare.

“I know at least one of these girls here who is in danger,” Eric spat as he took hold of Jessie’s wrist as she walked out of the water. Janica followed close by, and Anne at last let go of her new acquaintance and joined the group.

Salutations were brief and awkward, and as they moved farther up the beach, heading for the isola pedonale, Eric and Erika just wouldn’t stop scolding the girls.

“You know that’s totally irresponsible, rules are there for a reason, why didn’t you just ask, perhaps I would’ve taken you along if you had asked, you could’ve died, and what were you doing with that guy, huh?” On and on it went, and more than once Erika reached over to plant a quick smack to each of the girls’ backsides.

“Hey that’s not fair, I’m telling my mother!” whined Anne, who was so not used to being told what to do like a child.

“Yeah go ahead and do it,” Erika retorted, “and I’ll tell her how I found you with that boy!”

That shut her up right away and she hung her head for the rest of the trip back. As for Janica, she was naturally a silent girl and didn’t say a word, just turned a deaf ear to the scolding and walked back up the shore. Jessie was, of course, the least comfortable of the three, because the look Eric was giving her from time to time said ‘Spanking!’, and it said that pretty loud.

At last they were off the beach, and Erika ordered them to put their clothes back on before joining the rest of the group. Anne and Janica started to comply, and so did Jessie, but Eric stopped her and instead grabbed her elbow and walked her with him: he had spotted a row of public cabins near the edge of the beach, and his plan was pretty clear.

“I’ll be right back,” he told Erika, who gave a firm nodded and glared at Jessie, arching her eyebrows as if to say ‘suits you fine, kid’.

Jessie wasn’t feeling much different than a little girl anyway, and after exchanging a worried look with her two best friends, she tried to appeal to Eric’s mercy and whispered: “Come on, PLEASE, let me put my clothes back on at least!”

“You’re not even going to need the ones you have on right now,” Eric just said, and that shut Jessie up once and for all.

The poor girl felt a shiver run down her spine as she was marched to the closest cabin and ushered in quite roughly. She had never seen Eric so angered, and she wondered what was going to happen next... no, well, she did know what was going to happen... she just couldn’t figure how.

“Eric come on, let’s talk about it...”

“How could YOU break a rule in such a blatant and childish way? You realise you could’ve got hurt or something?”

Jessie looked at her feet and shrugged. “It’s not such a big deal, is it?”

“It is, Jessie, because when you guys are told to do something, it’s not ‘cause we have fun setting some rules, it’s for your safety, and...” he stopped mid-sentence as he saw she was rolling her eyes. “Oh yes, you know all about that already, don’t you? Well, that’s better. I’ll spare my time then.”

And with that he locked the cabin’s door and sat down on the wooden bench lined up against the wall. With one quick gesture he grabbed Jessie’s wrist and pulled the young teen over his lap. Eric lost no time and applied his large hand to her petite bikini-clad backside right away, slapping down with crisp smacks that made Jessie jump in pain and surprise.

“Owwwww! Easy, I’m still wet there!”

“Not for long, missy.”

That was an understatement, because barely thirty seconds into the spanking those parts of the girl’s bottom that the bikini wasn’t covering were dried off by the constant, fast-paced and moderately hard smacking of Eric’s hand. By then, a few tears had started rolling down Jessie’s cheeks and she was yelping and squirming more and more, even though she wasn’t really crying yet.

But she was definitely weeping after another full minute of continued spanking, and her crying and the loud WHACK! CRACK! SMACK! noises from the spanking were the only sounds which could be heard in the small cabin. Finally Eric decided to stop, and he lifted Jessie off his lap. The young girl let immediately started to rub her sore bottom, and out a long howl when Eric slapped her hands away.

“No rubbing, I’m not through with you yet.”

And again he took her elbow, and this time marched her to the nearest corner. Jessie kicked off her slippers and pressed her nose, toes and forehead into the wall like she’d been taught many years ago by her mother, but was totally mortified when Eric pulled down her bikini bottoms, exposing her well-spanked, red bummy. Her word of protest was rewarded with another slap, and so she thought it better just shut up and weep silently facing the corner.

Jessie didn’t know how long she stood there, hands clasped in front of her and desperately trying to rub her glowing nates, and was surprised when Eric called and said that ‘the five minutes are up’ – she would have though she had been standing there forever!

Even worse, though, was turning around and seeing Eric sitting on the bench again, but this time brandishing one of her rubber, hard-soled beach slippers.

“Ohhh nooo please!” she begged as her hands covered herself.

“No fussing, Jessie!” was Eric’s stern reprimand. “Get your little bottom right back over my knee so I can give you a good dose of this slipper. You’ll think twice before ever disobeying another rule, I’m sure. Do you understand?”

Jessie would really have wanted to just run... or keep stalling... or whatever would delay her acquaintance with that dreadful slipper, but she knew from experience that the sooner the better, so she muttered a ‘yes sir’ and made her way to Eric’s side, dragging her bare feet on the cold stone floor. She dropped herself over his lap again and waited.

CRACK!

Eric didn’t wait at all, though, and Jessie’s crying resumed as he spanked white hot fire in her buns, cracking down the slipper with every ounce of strength in his muscled arm.

“Aaahhhiiiaaaaa!!” Jessie’s screams were ear-splitting by the twelfth smack, and yet Eric kept going.

He spanked and spanked and spanked some more, making several trips from the top of her buttocks to the start of her thighs, where the flesh was the most tender. Jessie really squealed out loud at those, and squirmed and writhed in pain over his lap, and Erin had a hard time maintaining his target in position. He made sure that her pert, round bottom was thoroughly peppered before he let her up.

Jessie was, yet again, one very sore and sorry young girl as she stood on wobbly knees. She was grateful to be allowed to rub, and she clutched her glowing red bottom with both hands as she danced around the room, hopping up and down and rubbing furiously trying to ease the terrible sting. Not that it did any good, but she just had to try.

Eric watched and allowed her to rub for a few seconds before returning her bikini bottoms. Jessie thanked him meekly and wore them again, suddenly aware that she was practically bare and blushing furiously. Her ordeal wasn’t exactly over yet, though, and her crying renewed when she realised she had left her back with her clothes with Anne and Janica and Erika... which meant she would have to walk across the beach with her half-bare bottom on display. She twisted around and took a look, and was horrified when she saw just how red it was; no bruises or welts, but the slipper’s sole pattern criss-crossed her cheeks in a weird way. Hadn’t it been so painful, it would have been fun.

And it sure was fun, although mildly so, for those who got to have an eyeful of Jessie’s well-spanked bottom as she was walked back to the isola pedonale. No-one was as daring as to make a comment, but she did feel everyone’s eyes on her and was never so mortified. When finally they reached the other girls, Jessie hurried to her bag and quickly slipped on her top and shorts on, wincing and yelping as the rough denim fabric rubbed against her sore flesh.

Anne and Janica could only have a very brief look at Eric’s handiwork, but it was enough to shock them and to be thankful they didn’t have the same treatment.

Sure enough, Erika said: “You two are lucky we don’t know your parents, or I would have been glad to do the same. And now, off we go!” She did, though, smack both Anne’s and Janica’s bottoms twice with her hand to have them going, and this time, having seen the state of Jessie’s behind and her friend still in tears, they sure didn’t dare protest!

“You okay?” Anne muttered to Jessie on the way back.

The young teen dried off the last tears and nodded, even managing to give her friend a little smile. “Yeah I’m fine. Just another Jessie-like afternoon,” she joked.

Anne gave a small laugh and kissed her cheek, then held her hand as they walked back to the rest of the group.

– The End –