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I happily skip down the stairs, enjoying the warmth of one of the first good days of summer. Knowing school is behind me and the whole holiday is waiting for me speeds me up as I turn into the living room; I must have left my iPod somewhere... I need it to entertain myself while I walk to the beach. Although I am only in my pink bikini I feel confident, the warm weather has put me in a great mood. As I enter the living room I see my aunt. It’s her house I’m staying in for the summer while my parents work none stop. “Where are you going?” She asks.

“I’m going to the beach,” I smile. Seeing my iPod I grab it and make to head back upstairs, but my aunts voice stops me in my tracks, “That’s funny, I thought you were grounded.” Darn, my dad must have told her to uphold my grounding even though I’m not at home. “No... no I’m not grounded,” I attempt to tell her, “Your father told me three days ago that you were grounded, so I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

Suddenly the whole summer crashes down around me. My father grounded me for a month because he caught me smoking pot with my friends one day... and that would seriously cut into my summer time. “Is... is there any other way I could go? And like... have a different punishment?” I say sadly. My aunt stares at me until I feel uncomfortable and look away. “You really wanna go to the beach?” I tell her I do, very much, and that I’d been looking forward to it all year. “Well... if you really want to go out today... I suppose there is one way,” she tells me. “What? Anything, I’ll do anything.” I can almost smell the sea already.

“If you submit to a good hard spanking, then I will overlook the grounding and let you go out all you want.”

The silence in the room is deafening as I mull this over. I’ve never been spanked before... it can’t be that bad... and I really do want to go have fun... but I don’t wanna have to pull my bikini bottoms down; I don’t want her seeing my butt... I tell her this.

“Well sorry, a spanking is a spanking, and if you wanna go out you’ll have to take the full thing. Otherwise you can head back upstairs and not go out for a month.”
I can’t face being stuck indoors all summer... so I eventually agree to a spanking. It seems like the best option.

“Ok,” my aunt says, “Well you’re gonna get the spanking right now before you go to the beach.” My stomach drops, “But I’m going to be in my bikini at the beach, people would be able to see my butt...”

“Sorry.” She says, clearly not sorry at all, “It’s your choice,” she says as I protest, “This is totally your choice.” As I pause she stands up, hands on hips, “Do you want to go to the beach?”

“I do.” I mumble.

“Well then,” she says, pulling the foot rest out from behind her chair, “I want you to lie across this right now.” I do, my hips resting on one edge, holding my butt out, while my arms drape over the other side. My aunt picks up one of my sandals and SMACK! The spanking begins. I gasp, never having felt this sensation before. The sting is quite easy to take because she is spanking on top of my bikini.

SLAP! SPANK! SMACK!

“Owww...” I mumble.

SLAP! SLAP! SMACK! SPANK! SLAP!

“You had a punishment like this coming,” she lectures, continually spanking my butt with my sandal, “smoking pot? What were you thinking? You. Are. A. Very. Naughty. Little. Girl.” She punctuates each word with a sharp spank. I wiggle and try to disperse the sting.

After ten more spanks she asks me to stand up. I readily comply, hoping that’d be it. I grab my butt and try to massage the sting away. “Remove your hands,” my aunt snaps. She is a scary disciplinarian! “Now,” she says, looking me up and down and patting her left hand with the sandal, “Take off your panties and bend back over the footrest.”

My mouth falls open; no one has ever seen my pussy before! I can’t take my bikini bottoms off! I tell her this and she tells me if I don’t finish the spanking I can just go back upstairs and continue to be grounded. I slowly begin to pull my panties down, my cheeks flaming red as the smooth shaven skin of my privates comes into view. I pause, not wanting to pull my panties all the way down. My aunt’s piercing stare does not move from my face, “Well?” She snaps, putting her hands on her hips again. All at one I sweep the panties down, stepping out of them and dropping them onto the floor. I feel entirely vulnerable as I stand before her, trying to hide my pussy.

“Lie back over the footrest,” she demands. I do, trying my best to hide my privates. Back in position I feel more exposed than I ever have before; my butt is sticking out, so that any spanks are unavoidable, and it is too far to reach around and try to stop the blows.

SLAP, SLAP, SPANK! SMACK! SPANK!

These blows make me gasp and my eyes well with tears, without the fabric of my bikini bottoms the smacks sting so much more!

SLAP! SLAP! SMACK! WHACK! SLAP!

Tears flow down my cheeks in a mixture of embarrassment and pain as my aunt relentlessly spanks my bare bottom. Each blow lands on an alternate cheek and I begin to sob, the pain is almost unbearable. The next set of five spanks break my resolve to take the punishment and I jump up, massaging my bottom and dancing around, crying as the sting throbs over my sore butt.

“What do you think you are doing?” My aunt exclaims as I begin to stand still, “Do you want to go to the beach today?”

“Y-yes... ma’am,” I stammer, trying not to sob.

“Then bend back over right now!” She shouts, “I-I-c-can’t... It.. h-hurtsss!”

“If you don’t bend over and take the rest of your spanking I will send you to your room and extend your grounding by a week for being a baby and not taking a proper spanking!”

This is so unfair! But I need to go to the beach today... I want to have fun with my friends and swim and sunbathe... I slowly resign myself to my fate and make to bend back over to finish my punishment but my aunt has other ideas. “Because you jumped up while I was spanking I want this next batch of spanks to make a real impression on you, young lady,” she says. “I want you to place each leg on the outside edge of the footstool and then bend over it,” my eyes widen and I cry out, “Oh, b-but aunty! You’ll see my privates! Please don’t make me!”

“It’s your choice. Spanking and beach, or grounding and stay in,” she folds her arms, making it final.

Fresh tears roll down my cheeks and I spread my legs over the footrest, they must be spread about two feet. I then bend over and feel totally exposed. My aunt stands behind me and says, “There now... only ten more spanks and you can go,” she rubs my sore butt with the sandal and I cringe.

SLAP! SMACK! SLAP!

My leg muscles clench tight as I try to shut my legs and escape the pain, but the footrest holds them apart. I sob in shame and pain.

SLAP! SPANK! SPANK!

She is spanking the delicate skin where my ass meets my thigh, and I know everyone will be able to see the redness when I go to the beach. The edge of the sandal clips my bare pussy and I bite the footrest. “I want you to count the last four spanks, young lady,” she tells me.

SMACK!

“ONE!” It landed on the right cheek and the sting spreads.

SLAP!

T-TWO!” This time the left cheek.

SPANK!

“THREEEEEE!” This time both cheeks. There is a pause as she aims the last spank.

SMACK!

“FOUUUUUUURRRR!” I sob, as the last spank unexpectedly lands on my exposed slit.

“Ok, stand up,” she says. I do, wiping my tears away and picking up my panties, pulling them up over my soundly spanked bottom. “Turn around,” she tells me, and I do, sniffling, “Oh people are definitely gonna be seeing that!” She laughs, sitting back down.

The beach better be totally amazing after that!