Swim Pool Summer Part 1
By Benedict Goodbody

copyright 2006 by Benedict Goodbody, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY It contains
explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors.
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Part 1

It was the 1970's, when I was a boy going on thirteen.
The scene was one of the more affluent East European
countries of the time, where I was on a holiday with
fairly distant relatives, whom I had met for the first
time. They lived in a large city, but during the summer
months they moved to a holiday town by the sea. They had
a magnificent villa, surrounded by trees, with a large
swimming pool. They were extremely pleasant and
hospitable people, and on my first afternoon they invited
a number of local children for a pool party. The group
also included my young relatives Julie aged 13, and her
younger brother Crispin. Their mother, usually in charge,
was Marta – whom I sometime called 'Aunt'. She was quite
young, friendly and very kind.

The children were a charming bunch – about a dozen of
them, with ages ranging from around 10 to 13. They were
all very attractive, blond haired and tanned, and as it
was very hot all arrived in nothing but scanty swimming
costumes – the boys in brief speedo-type gear, the girls
in mini-bikinis. I quickly changed into my swimtrunks
too. They were all very friendly and made me feel really
welcome.

It was after we had eaten and drunk that party goodies
that I had my first shock  Aunt Marta smiled, clapped her
hands and shouted, "Right, all in the pool!" At which,
all the kids immediately started peeling off their
swimming costumes! I learned later that this was common
here – beachwear was taken off to go in the water. In an
instant all the youngsters were completely nude, then
were leaping in and out of the water, yelling, chasing,
shrieking. I just couldn't believe my eyes, not could I
take my eyes off all these naked dolly-birds, with their
little bare bouncing botties quivering as they scampered
around, and the boys with all their 'bits' completely on
display, and not seeming to care. I looked at Aunt, but
she was smiling as she watched all the fun, not seeming
to notice anything unusual. She motioned to me, "Come on,
Ben, in you get. You can leave your swim-trunks on the
bench with the others."

"I'll keep mine on," I said quickly.

Aunt said, though still smiling, "No, you won't, Ben.
Kids don't wear anything in swimpools here, and I'm not
having wet things all over the place." She held out her
hand. "Give them here."

I felt myself come out in goosepimples. I had never been
nude in public, and especially wasn't going to take my
pants off  in front of all these girls, one or two of
whom were already watching the argument between myself
and Aunt with some interest.

I shook my head vigorously. "No, I don't want to."

Aunt's smile had now faded. "Ben, when you're here you'll
do like everybody else. Either you do as I tell you or
you go straight to your room and stay there."

"Then I'll go to my room," I snapped. I was, I have to
admit, a bit of a brat in these days. I went back into
the house, slamming the door behind me and stormed up
into my bedroom, banging the door again.

Well, it wasn't much of a fun afternoon for me as the
afternoon turned into evening, and the laughter and
shrieks and sounds of splashing water reached me from
below. I had a TV and watched that for a while, but
mostly lay on my bed in a sulk.

At long last I heard all the other kids leaving – the
laughter, the goodbyes, some of them scampering off down
the road, the rattle of bikes. Would I get out now, I
wondered.

Soon came Aunt's step on the stairs, and she entered
accompanied by Julie, the latter in her bikini again.

"Very well," said Aunt, "It's time for bed now. But
first.." She produced a large ebony hairbrush.. "Come
here."

"I can brush my own hair," I said, misunderstanding.

Julie had been grinning, and now her grin broadened.
"It's not for your hair," she said, "It's for your
BOTTOM. Your BARE BOTTOM!"

"Yes, I'm afraid so, Ben," said Aunt. "You must learn to
do what you are told, and especially not to defy me in
front of visitors. I was really embarrassed by that scene
earlier, and people will be wondering just what kind of
family I belong to. And because of your very bad
behaviour today I have decided, as Julie says, that you
need to be punished on a certain place. So – perhaps you
wouldn't take your swimtrunks off before, but they're
certainly coming down now! Over here, quickly!"

I gasped, then my eyes began to fill with tears. "No,
aunt!" I pleaded.

"I'm really tired of hearing you saying no!" snapped
Aunt, exasperated. With a quick movement she came across
to me, dropped the hairbrush on the bed and held me in a
surprisingly strong grip, trapping my arms by my sides.
"Very well, Julie, take his pants down," she said
breathlessly.

Julie, giggling now, was not reluctant to obey, and a
moment her hands were untying the string of my speedos,
then skinning them right down my legs. Oh, wow! I jerked
about and yelled, but couldn't do anything. And didn't I
just feel embarrassed, especially when Julie, stooping
down, uncovered my 'bits' – and guess where her gaze was
fixed!

Julie skinned my trunks right down my legs. "Can I get
him completely bare, Marta?"

"If you want."

"NO!"

But Julie peeled my swimtrunks right off my feet, took
them completely away, and dropped them on a chair.

Taking my hand firmly, Aunt led me towards the door.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To the garden shed," said Julie. "That's where we have
spankings."

"No," I pleaded in dismay, "Not out in the garden all
bare!"

"Any more argument and you'll get double," said Aunt, and
led me downstairs.

It was even worse than I had feared. The grounds were
large, and crossed by the local main road. The area with
the garden shed was on the other side of the road, so to
get to it you had to go to the front gate, along the
pavement, and then had to cross the road. It was awful,
Aunt walking me bare all that way, still firmly holding
my hand, with neighbours in their gardens grinning
knowingly as we passed. As Aunt was holding the hairbrush
purposely in her other hand, there was no doubt about
where we were going, and why. In fact, I heard a
neighbour say, "Who's been a naughty boy, then?" Was my
face red! I couldn't even look up. And, when we finally
got into the big shed, I was aware of the curious faces
of other kids at the windows.

Inside the shed was a sturdy wooden bench. Aunt sat on it
and then pulled me, nude and wriggling, bottom-up over
her knee. A little breathlessly she said, "You get a good
smacking first, then the brush. But just remember, I'm
doing this for your own good, Ben. The sooner you
understand that you must fit in with everybody here –
which included doing what I tell you – the happier you
will be."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!!

Aunt had a hard palm. My bot started to sting and I
struggled to hold back the tears. It was shameful enough,
getting it like this with Julie watching! A boy of nearly
thirteen getting a bare-bottom spanking in front of a
girl! Then I heard Julie ask eagerly, "Marta, can I give
him some?"

"Well, I don't see why not. You'll have young boys of
your own some day. You can give him six – two on each
bottom-cheek and two across the middle."

"Can I get him crying?"

"That's the whole point of smacking a naughty boy!"

If anything, Julie's palm was even harder than Aunt's,
and she smacked with all her strength. In spite of my
efforts, I quickly burst into loud howls. Julie ran round
to the front to look, and clapped her hands with glee.

"Very well, hand me the brush, Julie."

Losing all shame now, I bawled loudly and openly as the
hairbrush cracked down on my already hot bottom. But
surprisingly, Aunt stopped after only six. She waited for
my noise to die down a bit, then said, "I've let you off
lightly this time, Ben. This is just a taste of what you
will get if you give trouble again. If you do, I'll
promise you won't be sitting down for a week. Now, come
back with me."

So, red-bottomed and crying my eyes out, I was walked
back – to the neighbours' stares and grins. I was really
glad, for once, to be sent to my room again. Kicking back
the bed-covers, I lay nude on my stomach, rubbing my hot
bot, sobbing and humiliated. What a start to my first
day!

But I had one final surprise. I felt restless after they
had gone and, wiping my eyes, I got up and went to the
window; I don't know quite what mad me look out – but in
a moment my eyes popped out like organ-stops! Julie and
Aunt were down by the swimming-pool again. Julie had
taken off her bikini again and was completely nude, her
back to me. Aunt was stooping down in front of her, doing
something that I couldn't see, but Julie's whole body was
vigorously jerking to and from side to side, her round
botty-cheeks jiggling wildly. She was starting to yell
too – Ah, ah, ah..."

Then her movements became more frantic, her botty-cheeks
clenched hard and she shrieked at the top of her voice –
again, and yet again. It was a while before she relaxed,
and then Aunt calmly led her indoors, still nude and with
her bikini in her hand.

I went back to bed very thoughtfully indeed! It wasn't
long, however, before I heard footsteps on the stairs
again and I sat up, pulling the blankets round me, heart
thudding. What now?

But it was only Aunt and Julie (now dressed) with my
supper. They were all smiles and had brought me extra,
with chilled lemonade. It was clear that, the spanking
over, everything was forgiven and forgotten. In fact,
Aunt asked if I would rather come downstairs, but I
declined, still feeling ashamed. Julie was especially
nice and sat on the edge of the bed chatting and swinging
her legs as I ate, full of plans for the next day. But I
was still very embarrassed that she had seen me getting a
bb spanking – indeed that SHE had given me some of it -
and could hardly look at her. Still, I'd had spectacular
entertainments too, and I fell asleep much happier that
evening. Perhaps I would enjoy my stay after all.


  
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