Turnabout at the Beach

TURNABOUT AT THE BEACH

Chapter 1

Dotty and Carol had been best friends for years.  They both worked in the accounting department of a small insurance firm and their families had gotten together often for picnics and such over the years, until Carol’s husband, Roger, had died five years earlier.  Although the two remained close, the family get-togethers had ceased.  Dotty and her husband, Mike had a son in high school, Greg, who was the same age as Carol’s only child, Beth.

Spring had arrived and Dotty suggested to Mike that maybe they could interest Carol into renting a four bedroom beach-house for a week with them at North Myrtle Beach, their usual summer vacation spot.  Mike thought it was a great idea.  Unbeknownst to Dotty, he’d always had a bit of a thing for Carol, and having a chance to see her again intrigued him.  When Dotty mentioned it to Carol, she was delighted, and said “yes” right on the spot.  Dotty went ahead and made the reservation and both families looked forward to their time together.

In conversations at lunch over the years, Dotty and Carol had occasionally spoken of how the children’s discipline was handled.  They had both been fascinated by the fact that punishment was handled the same way by both.  The guilty child was ordered to remove all clothes, spanked, whipped with a belt or willow branch, depending on the seriousness of the offense. 

Recently they had mentioned the fact that punishments had increased in frequency in both families.   Dotty told Carol that they had been punishing Greg for masturbating.  They feared it was becoming excessive, because Dotty was constantly finding Greg’s sheets, blankets, pajamas, underwear and other clothing stiff with semen.  Dotty said she realized that a certain amount of masturbation was normal, but they hoped that being punished in the nude would shame Greg into cutting back, at least.  Dotty admitted that she enjoyed watching Mike using the belt on Greg a little, because she delighted watching Greg’s penis bob up and down during the beating.

Carol said that she had increased her punishment of Beth considerably since Roger’s death, because Beth had become so mouthy, impertinent and sassy.  She and Roger had begun spanking Beth naked since she was about eight.  She thought that Roger’s suggestion that Beth be naked was probably tied to a secret interest in seeing his daughter nude, and Carol hadn’t objected, because he had always been considerably more virile in the bedroom after the spankings.  As a result, Carol had just continued spanking Beth that way, but her mouthiness had become so frequent that Carol was considering counseling for Beth.

The families arrived at the beach-house late in the afternoon, within an hour of each other, and were delighted with it.  It was right on the beach, but somewhat secluded, in that it was a little above North Myrtle Beach proper, and the nearest house was a couple of hundred feet away.  They all went to the nearest McDonald’s for supper, and when they returned, the wives made the beds and unpacked, while Mike and the kids went for a swim.  Beth and Greg found that, in the five years they’d been apart, they had both matured a great deal, physically and mentally and really enjoyed being together again.  They were greatly attracted to each other and looked forward to bonding during the coming week.  After the long drive, everyone was ready for bed early and retired to their respective bedrooms by nine o’clock.

Everyone was up bright and early the next day.  They were all dressed in bathing suits, Carol and Dotty in bikinis and Beth in a one-piece suit, since she’d used her bikini the day before, and it was still damp.  Before they went down to the beach, Dotty said she needed to go to the bathroom and excused herself.  When she returned, she had fire in her eyes and rushed over to Greg’s chair.

“You just couldn’t refrain, could you?  I told you on the way down here that I wanted you to cut back on your masturbation while we were here, but you just couldn’t wait, could you? Not only are the sheets stiff with your semen, so are your pajamas and your underpants, and I found a spot on the floor of the bathroom that’s still wet.  That’s at least three times since you went to bed.  Take off your t-shirt and swim trunks right this minute.”

“Aw, Mom, please.  I’m sorry.  I know what you said.  I’m sorry, but please don’t make me take off my clothes in front of everybody.  I’ll try to stop.”

“No sir, young man.  You know the procedure, and it doesn’t change just because others are present.  Maybe the fact that two other females are going to be watching will help make you decide to straighten up.  Get them off, now!”

Greg knew that any further begging would just make his punishment worse, so, after glancing over at Carol and Beth for an instant, he  turned away from them, hung his head and removed the shirt and swim-trunks.         

“Unhuh!  You don’t get away with that.  Put you hands behind your head and turn and face Beth and Carol.  They need to see the guilty part in the flesh.  Mike, would you get your belt and do the honors?” 

When Greg turned, Carol and Beth looked with fascination at Greg’s penis, which was normal size in its flaccid state.  Beth was not a virgin, so she’d seen a couple before, but never in the daylight.  Carol, on the other hand, hadn’t seen a penis of any kind for close to five years and seeing Greg brought back nice memories.

Mike returned with his belt, and a moment later had delivered the first blow to Greg’s behind.  Greg uttered a whimper and was able to restrain his emotions through the first six hard strikes.  On the seventh his eyes began to water and, on the eighth, the tears began to flow and he began to dance a little jig, much to the joy of Carol and Dotty.  Greg’s penis began flopping this way and that as his dance became more physical.  By the fifteenth and final strike his penis was bouncing up and down at a rapid rate.

As Greg struggled to put his trunks on as fast as possible, Beth jumped up and ran over to Donna.

“I think what you just did is horrid.  You’re both mean and sadistic.  Masturbation is a normal phase that all kids go through, and you’re going to give Greg a complex by making him think he’s a degenerate or something.  You should be ashamed of yourselves!...”

Before she could get any more out Carol jumped out of her chair and grabbed Beth by the arm.  Getting right up into her face, she spat out, “You’ve just earned yourself the same whipping, Missy!  This is just the thing that gets you in trouble every time.  Your big mouth.  Your impertinence galls me.  You have no right to talk to them like that.  Get that bathing suit off right now.  Mike, can I borrow that belt please.”

“No, Mama, please, I’m sorry.  I’ll behave.  Please don’t embarrass me like this.  Really, I’m sorry…”

“Get that suit off now, or your whipping will be a lot worse, Missy!”

Beth knew not to push it any further, so, with face turning bright red, she pulled her suit down from her breasts and then pulled it down off her hips, where it slithered to the floor.  Mike and Greg stared with great interest, until Beth hastily placed one arm over her breasts and the other over her crotch.

“Oh no!  Get those hands behind your head, Beth.  You know the rules.”

Beth slowly raised her arms, bringing her legs together, so as to hide as much of her pussy as possible.

“Legs apart, girlie.  Have you forgotten how things are meant to be.”

Beth slowly spread her legs to shoulder width, and closed her eyes, hoping this was all a dream.  Seconds later she found out it wasn’t, as the first slash of the belt bit into the middle of her buttocks.  Her eyes shot open and her hips jerked forward.

Mike and Greg were taking in Beth’s gorgeous orange-sized tits with cute little pink nipples at their tips.  As the whipping continued they began to dance around, jiggling up and down.  A crown of brown hair did a good job of hiding Beth’s fat pussy lips, although she was convinced everyone could see everything.

As the whipping continued Beth began wailing, and the tears coursed down her cheeks.  It began to look as if she was doing a hula, as her hips rolled forward and left and right, trying to avoid the belt as it bit into her reddening rear end.  By the tenth swat she was crying out for pity, and getting none, and she began screaming.  By the fifteenth and last blow her buttocks were crimson from top to bottom.

When her mother told her to put her suit back on, she had lost the need for modesty and, more intent on lessening the pain, began rubbing her sore behind, caring not that the males were seeing her breasts bobbling as she rubbed.  She finally reached over, grabbing her swimsuit and pulled it on gingerly.

To break the mood, Dotty suggested they go out on the beach before the sun got too hot.  Everyone grabbed a towel and headed out.  When they reached the beach Dotty and Carol threw their towels down side by side on the beach, in preparation for getting a tan.  Mike sat in his beach chair and looked out at the waves.  Beth and Greg ran into the water and dove into the waves swimming out until they were in up to their necks.

Chapter 2

A few moments later Dotty asked Mike to put some lotion on her back.  At this point both women had untied the strings of their bikini tops after they had gotten flat on their towels.  Mike proceeded to slather a large glob of lotion on Dotty’s back and rub it in from her neck down to the top of her bikini bottoms as well as both arms and legs.  Dotty moaned in pleasure as the lotion was rubbed in.

As an afterthought she suggested maybe Carol would like her back done, too.  Carol nodded in the affirmative and Mike spilled a large glob of lotion on her back.  Dotty’s head was turned away from Carol, eyes closed.  When Mike had finished rubbing Carol’s back, arms and legs, receiving the same low moans of pleasure, he let his hand move to Carol’s left side and rubbed some of the lotion all the way down to her bikini bottoms.  Returning his hand to the area next to her armpit, he let his hand dip down to the side of Carol’s breast and rubbed a bit.  When she didn’t respond at all, he dipped his hand further down until he felt his fingertips touching her hardening nipple.  Her response to this was to raise her left side about an inch, so that his fingers could encompass her whole nipple, which had become rock hard, warm and rubbery.  He kept his hand there, kneading her nubbin for a minute or so. A slight shift on Dotty’s part was enough to make Mike jerk his hand away, but he had gotten the signal he was searching for.

Out in the water, Greg had expressed thanks to Beth for coming to his defense and distress that it had caused her so much pain.  She kissed him for his solace, and this eventually became a kiss of tongue-swapping.  After a minute or so, still kissing, her hand stole down to his trunks and inserted itself down until she had Greg’s penis between her fingers and thumb. She held on to it as it grew to its full erection.  His eyes grew big, but soon his hands were slipping her bathing suit down far enough to grasp both her breasts in his hands.  They fit in his hands perfectly and he felt her hardening nipples expand against his palms. This continued for quite some time, with both teens looking toward shore to be sure they weren’t being observed.  No, both mothers were lying on their towels and Mike was busy being a good scout by rubbing lotion on Carol’s back.  Greg and Beth stopped eventually, vowing to find a way to continue later, when the opportunity presented itself.  By the time they came out of the water Mike was back in his beach-chair reading a book, and the two teens lay on their towels for some sun.

About noon, as the sun began to blaze down on the beach, Dotty suggested they go in for lunch and then travel down to the Outlet Mall.  As they tied their bra straps and rose, Carol gave Mike a big smile and they shared knowing looks.  After lunch they traveled down to the mall, where they split up, Greg and Beth wandering off holding hands, and the three adults checking out the various clothing outlets.

About four o’clock, Dotty’s cell phone rang, and she went outside to answer it for better reception.  Mike and Carol sat on a bench and discussed what had happened earlier, Mike explaining that he’d had a thing for her for years, and she saying she was also attracted to him, but she didn’t see how they could do anything about it, without jeopardizing her friendship with Dotty. 

At that point Dotty came back with the news that her boss had called.  He had explained that one of their biggest clients, Megacorp, Dotty’s largest account, was threatening to pull out of its contract and she needed to come back to the office immediately.  She had explained that she’d leave early the next morning.

“I assume you two can manage without me.”

Mike and Carol looked at each other, smiled and assured Dotty they could manage.  Shortly after that they met the kids, went for fast food and headed home.  Dotty and Carol decided to take naps, the teens watched television, and Mike read until it was dark.  When Carol and Dotty came down from their naps, Mike talked them into a game of poker.  Greg and Beth changed into their bathing suits and said they were going for an evening swim.

Chapter 3

After they had played cards for an hour or so, they decided to quit and turned on the TV.  Mike said he was going out for a walk on the beach.  When he reached the beach there was no sign of Beth and Greg.  He walked up the beach a few yards, when he heard a moan coming from behind one of the dunes.  He wandered over to it and then crawled up slowly to peek over the top.  What he saw was both Beth and Greg lying on a beach towel naked.  Greg was face up on the towel and Beth had her mouth full of Greg’s penis.  He was moaning, as she was pulling on and off of his shaft and humming.  Her hand was softly rubbing his scrotum.

Mike climbed to the top of the dune and, looking down at them expressed surprise and disdain for their actions.  They reached for their swim suits, but he told them not to bother, just to follow him back to the house.  As the door opened, Beth and Greg, in all their nakedness preceded Mike, their heads lowered and their pulses racing.  Greg had lost his hard-on almost immediately, but Beth’s pink nipples still stood out like big erasers.  Mike explained he’d just found Beth giving Greg a blow-job behind one of the dunes.

Carol stood and went to Beth, anger showing in her stance, as she placed her hands on her hips.

“”You just can’t keep that mouth of yours closed, can you?  We discussed this matter of letting your hormones rule your body.  What is it?  You have a craving for popsicles?  I’m ashamed of you.  Acting like a slut.”

Dotty rose to confront Greg.  “And I’m equally ashamed of you young man!  We can’t even go to the beach with best friends without you trying to sully it with sex.  I asked you to stop masturbating so much.  That doesn’t mean getting dirty with my best friend’s daughter.  All you think of is yourself.”

“No, Mom, we just….”

“I don’t want to hear anything from you.  I think they should be punished together, don’t you, Carol?”

I think that’s a fine idea, Dotty.  Let them look at each other and think about the pain they’ve brought to the other, while they’re being punished.  Mike do you have another belt?”

Mike retrieved another belt, handing it to Carol, and they had Greg and Beth stand, facing each other, about two feet apart, with legs spread wide and hands behind their heads.  In spite of the situation, Beth’s breasts, forced to protrude forward because of her stance, caused Greg’s penis to begin to protrude, as well.

Whatever erection he had was quickly lost as Mike let go with the belt on Greg’s already somewhat sore buttocks.  Carol then slammed her belt into Beth’s plump rear end.

As they alternated strikes, Carol and Mike seemed to become more and more keen on making their beatings memorable and hard.  Beth was the first to give way to tears, when she felt the belt snap against the crease between her buttocks and her thighs, on the fifth strike.  Greg was not far behind her as Mike slashed an area he’d hit twice before on the seventh blow.  By the fifteenth stroke, both teens were blubbering and tears were coursing down their faces.  Both of them were dancing in place, which may have excited Dotty and Mike, but did nothing for those receiving the punishment.

Carol and Mike apparently decided, tacitly, to extend the punishment beyond the usual fifteen whacks.  When they reached eighteen, Beth began to cry out.

“Oh, please stoppp!  Oh, it huuuurts!  I’ll be goooood, I promise.  No more, pleeeease!”

But the punishment continued until twenty-five stripes appeared on both teen’s backsides and legs.  At that point, Beth was crying so hard she had begun to have hiccups.  Greg was not in much better shape, his face full of tears and his voice beginning to crack.  As for their butts, they had turned a brilliant red, with an occasional purple splotch in areas that had received excessive attention.

The kids were allowed to rub their sore buttocks and then were told to stand in opposite corners until it was bedtime.  The tears continued to flow long after they took their corner positions, and they were still gingerly rubbing their sore buttocks.

Because it had been such a tiring day for all, and, because Dotty had to leave early, the adults decided to turn in at eleven.  Both kids decided to go to bed sans pajamas, since their butts were still terribly sore.

A half hour after everyone had retired, Greg was lying in bed trying not to succumb to his strong desire to finish what Beth has started behind the dunes, when he heard his door creak slightly.  When he looked up, there, standing over him in the darkness, was a nude Beth.

“Shhh!  I thought it would be unfair not to finish what I started earlier, so that your mom couldn’t beat you in the morning for messing up the sheets.”

Beth moved onto the bed slithering between Greg’s legs and, in a moment, he felt her warm mouth on his flaccid penis.  It soon shaped up, and Beth was stroking the base while her mouth did wonderful things to the top three inches.  Greg had to force himself to keep from moaning and finally placed his pillow over his head.  Beth was an expert at prolonging his orgasm, as, every time she could feel him reaching a pinnacle, she would ease up.  Finally she felt his hands grab her shoulders and she hurried her ministrations until his sperm shot into her mouth in great gobs.  She was able to swallow it all, however, and eventually she lifted her head, smiled at him and kissed the tip of his rapidly deflating penis.  She whispered.

“There.  And your mom can’t find any evidence anywhere.  Shall I do it again to make sure you don’t mess up?”

“Oh, God, no!  That was absolutely wonderful.  Thanks.  How about I return the favor now?”

“You want to get us caught?  I’m a squealer.  Always have been.  They could hear me from a block away.  Maybe we can find a way later on this week.  Thanks for asking though.”

With this she moved up, kissed him passionately and was gone.  Greg slept well.

Chapter 4

Dotty had been on the road for an hour by the time everyone else was up.  After they had breakfast, they decided once again to do the beach and water bit before it got too hot.  Everyone put on their swim suits, Carol and Beth both in bikinis once again.  The kids rushed out into the waves, and after fighting them for a few minutes moved back out into the deeper water up to their necks.   It only took a moment before Greg had Beth’s bra pushed up and was feeling her pointy nipples.  Then he took a breath ducked under the water and began sucking on one of her hard nubbins.  She moaned, holding his head close to her breast until he ran out of air and had to come up gasping.

Moments later he felt her hand reach into his suit, finding his prong and massaging it until it became hardened.  Then she pulled his suit down to his knees and, taking a deep breath, she repeated his actions, sinking to her knees on the sand and placing his penis in her mouth.  She was able to suck voraciously for close to a minute before she had to come up for air.  Her hand again replaced her mouth and it was only moments more before he spurted cream into the water.

“There!  I dare your mom to try to find that load.”

“But when am I going to get a chance to return the favor.  I really want to feel you and see you and hear you when you’re having an orgasm.”

“Maybe soon, Greg.  Maybe we can get our folks to go to the store without us or something.  Oh, look they’ve gone in already.  Maybe the sun got too hot.”

In  fact, while Greg and Beth were having their little grope, Carol had once again laid out her towel on the sand, and, lying down on her front, had loosened her bra straps.  Mike naturally offered to put lotion on her and she acceded.  When he finished with her back, legs and arms, his hand slipped down her side and,  again, stole in under her tit, but this time his hand covered her whole breast, and he squeezed and kneaded until her normally long nipple had extended its full length, and he began to roll it between his finger and thumb.

Carol could take it no longer.  “Oh, God, I haven’t had a man for five years.  I’m ready to bust.  Please, let’s go in and make love.  I need it so bad.”  And so the adults moved back up the beach to the house.

After the teens had put their suits back in place, Beth suggested they head in.  When she opened the door to the beach-house, they found Carol and Mike, both nude, on the couch, locked in the classic coitus position, and Mike was ramming his hard prong into Carol’s welcoming vagina.

“Oh, my God!, “ was all Beth could say.

It was enough to make the locked couple pull apart in shock, both their heads spinning to look at the teens in the doorway.  Mike jumped off the couch, grabbing for his trunks.  Carol just lay there, looking dumbfounded, her legs still wide apart, and her breasts glistening with perspiration.

Greg strode into the room, pointing his finger at his father.  “How could you do this.  Just because Mom’s not here, you think it’s okay to make it with somebody else.  Wait ‘til she hears about this.  Your ass will be grass, Dad.”

“Wait a minute, Son.  Think about this for a minute.  If you tell your mom, she’ll divorce me and take me for every penny.  Our life together will never be the same.

Do you want that?  Please, think about it before you tell her. Please.”

Beth moved into the room and took Greg’s arm.  “I don’t know that you need to be that hard on your father, Greg.  After all, it really would mess up your whole family’s lives.  What would they do, if they caught us doing the same thing?  We’d have sore asses for a week.  How about we just return the favor, huh?”

Greg thought for a moment, and then agreed.  Would they agree to be beaten, instead of his father going through a divorce, and her mother losing a best friend?  Mike and Carol looked at each other and grudgingly agreed.

Greg wanted more though.  His father would have to agree not to have any kind of sexual relationship with Carol once they got back home, and his father would have to try to talk to his mother about being more lenient on Greg about his masturbation and the beatings.  Greg would really try to limit himself, if his father would do that.  His father agreed.

Beth then pointed out that she wanted some kind of assurance from Carol that she would not be so strict with Beth about her impertinence and Beth would make an honest attempt to be less argumentative.  Carol sheepishly agreed.

“Well then!  I think it’s time for you two to take your punishment.  Mike, would you go find your two belts.”

Chapter 5

When he returned, Beth mentioned the fact that he needed to lose his trunks, and similar to their last whipping, Carol and Mike should face each other, but, to make the punishment fit the crime, Beth wanted them to embrace one another, chest to chest and loin to loin.  When they took their positions, Carol’s breasts were squeezed against Mike’s chest and his hardening penis was seeking entrance between her legs.  The first blow by Beth on her mother’s buttocks broke them apart temporarily.  The surprise of the blow made Carol immediately throw her hands back to protect her butt.  She was admonished for her actions and returned to hugging Mike.

Mike was prepared for his first blow, then, but the pain brought back memories of his college frat initiations, and he muttered an oath.  The next five were delivered with equal intensity by both Beth and Greg.  They weren’t missing this opportunity to return all the pain they’d received over the years.

On the sixth blow to her sore bottom, Carol began to cry in earnest and moans began to emanate from her throat.  The moans soon became outcries, and, eventually blubbering, as the pain started to become unbearable.  Mike didn’t start to cry until the twelfth blow, and that was soon followed by pleas to stop.  Instinctively, perhaps, the two clung to each other even harder.

When Beth and Greg reached the twenty-fifth and final blows, the tears were streaming down the faces of the two parents and they were both pleading and screaming, almost in harmony.  When they were told they could break, the two kissed each other passionately, as if they had just survived a major hurricane or something, before they broke apart.

“Son, I’d forgotten how terrible those beating are.  I will definitely stress the importance of stopping your punishments, at least the physical ones.  I’m sorry you were put through so much pain.”

“I feel the same way, Beth.  We’ll both have to try harder to work out our differences, and I won’t whip you again unless you rob a bank.”  Carol and Beth smiled at each other.

“Son, you said something about my promising not to have any sexual contact with Carol once we get back home.  Would you two object terribly if we continued to swing while we’re still at the beach?”

Beth broke in.  “Not if you don’t mind if we have our fun, too.”

Carol queried, “But you don’t have any birth control pills yet, do you?”

“No, but I think we can find ways to entertain ourselves without going all the way, until we can get home and I can get a prescription..  Don’t you agree, Greg?”

“Uh, yeah, you bet!”

That night Dotty called Mike’s cell phone to tell him that she wouldn’t be able to get back before Friday, so she thought she’d just stay home.  Mike said how much he’d miss her, but, when he hung up, he let out a war whoop.  The rest of their vacation, it was like a Roman orgy.  They all stayed in their swim suits, most of the time, but there were instances where all four of them were running around the house totally nude.  Sucking noises of one kind or another were heard throughout the house, and moans, squeals, and orgasmic cries were commonplace.

Chapter 6

The trip back home was interesting. Carol drove her car, with Mike beside her in the passenger’s seat.  His hand often strayed to her leg, only to creep up under her skirt, which was usually followed by Carol’s gripping the steering wheel in a death grip, as she was wearing no underwear.  Anyone looking at the car from outside would think there were only two occupants.  It appeared the back seat was entirely empty.  But from inside, the squeals of pure delight emanating from the back seat indicated differently.  A closer look would expose the fact that the teens were lying on the back seat, her head slowly moving back and forth on his slime-filled penis, and his tongue buried deep in her vagina.  Greg and Beth had definitely found a way to temporarily avoid using birth control pills!