At the Beach We were on vacation in Ocean City, and since we weren't rich enough to own a raft, my dad rented one almost every afternoon for three hours..one hour for each of us kids, usually from 1:00-4:00 in the afternoon, and we would turn in the raft on our way back to the hotel. On this day, my turn was second---the 2-3:00 shift, and my brother was third. When it was time for me to give it up, I tried to refuse and threw a wonderful temper tantrum since my little brother didn't really USE the raft for riding the waves like I did, he just floated on it near the beach. I was 16 and knew how to use it...he was a little kid who just wasted our time and money. Well, needless to say, I lost the argument and proceeded to storm off to the boardwalk. As I was leaving, my mother told me to be sure to be back at the towel to go to the hotel by 4:00. Close to 5:00 I realized how late I was , and I flew back to the beach. Everyone was there and ready to go except my dad. Hoping that my mom didn't know what time it was, I sauntered up and asked where dad was. Mom looked me in the eye, and told me that he was where he had been for the last 45 minutes...on the boardwalk looking for me! To show how sorry I was, I began to sniffle and apologize for being late. Mom fixed me with an icy glare and informed me that a good spanking would help me to remember to be on time in the future, and with that the tears really started to flow, and the butterflies in my belly started to really flutter! Both my brother and sister heard the entire exchange, and were delighted to hear that big sister was going to get her bottom spanked. Finally dad arrived, and boy did he growl at me! Finally mom interrupted him, and told him that we should just go back to the hotel where I would be spanked. Dad planted his big hand hard across the seat of the shorts that I was wearing over my swimsuit, and got us all moving to the hotel. Several times on the walk back my brother and sister landed a smack on my rear to tease me, and finally I asked my mom to make them stop. Her answer to that was sure not to my liking. She stopped the whole family right on the sidewalk and told my brother and sister something along the lines of "You don't need to spank her, I'm going to take care of that when we get to the room, and I am better at it than the two of you!" The butterflies re-doubled their efforts to turn my tummy topsy-turvey! When we finally reached the hotel (which had one big room with chairs, two beds and a cot, and a bathroom...I told you we weren't rich!), my mother instructed my brother and sister to go into the bathroom until they were told to come out. As soon as the door closed behind them, mom yelled at me, and told me that I needed spanked. "I'm too old for a spanking!" I cried, but her reply was worse..."Take off that suit, little lady, I'll show you that you aren't too old." Here go the butterflies again!! No roller coaster could have had a stronger effect on my belly than those words. Panic set in, you see I was wearing a one-piece suit! Although I had a bikini like all my friends, I had learned fast that a one-piece was much safer for a girl who liked to play in the ocean waves which could easily remove either or both pieces of a bikini! Two pieces for tanning or a pool, one piece for fighting the ocean waves! I was able to slip down my shorts without too much fuss, but when I was going to have to pull down the top of my suit, I begged and pleaded until mom got absolutely furious and smacked my behind several times, and warned me that I was in enough trouble already. Although I wasn't particularly well endowed (does the word 'fiberfill' ring a bell?), I was about to have my chest bare in front of my dad for the first time since I needed to wear a bra! Although I wasn't happy about it, dad had spanked my bare bottom just a few weeks before, so I knew that he had seen me bare below the waist before...but not topless!! Not *all* of me bare!!! I cried and pointed at my daddy and babbled! I logically pointed out that my suit was so thin that I would be a really sorry girl to be spanked with it on! I begged to be spanked even longer than usual if only I could keep my suit on. I was so earnest that I think promised to end world hunger and war if only I could be spanked in my swim-suit. My yammering, begging and promises were met by silence and very stern looks. The tingle of her first few smacks on my bottom finally convinced me that I had better follow her directions in spite of the modest horror of having to take off the suit. I had been spanked often enough to know that being obstinate only got me a worse spanking. Finally, modestly turning my back to my dad, I slid the top down to my belly button, then rushed both hands to cover my little breasts, and cried my eyes out. After just a moment mom ordered me to take my suit the rest of the way off, and I started a more earnest set of promises. I should have known better than to turn my back to my dad before arguing with my mom. An enormous hand arrived across my bottom, and a deep and angry voice said only one word, "NOW!" I bent way over into a little ball, slowly uncovered my breasts, and pealed my suit down to my ankles. All bare !!! Dad seeing my teenage bottom bare, mom seeing everything else bare too!!! Boo-Hoo....tears and pleas fought for control! Now mom instructed me to take it off, and hang it on the drying rack. I was mortified as I slipped my suit over my feet, and ran across the room nude to hang it out. In case you never thought about it, it is impossible for a girl with only two hands to cover her breasts, her bottom and her pubic hair at the same time, but boy did I try! Surely a gentleman would turn his eyes away from a distressed maiden in my state, but dad was watching me with that little frown on his face as if I was fully dressed instead of bare as a newborn! As I returned to my mother, she went to the dresser, and my heart sank when she pulled out that detested hairbrush. I didn't even know that she brought it!!! Down across a bed I went, and the lecture started immediately, with a solid spank for emphasis every few sentences. "We thought you had drowned....We thought you were kidnapped....We thought you were lost...Who do you think you are? You made everybody wait..." Before my spanking had even really begun, I was squalling and rolling around on the bed. Finally she issued the dreaded last order, "Put your hands up under your pillow, and keep them there!" Finally, my bottom was really bare, not even a hand across it, and she let it rip. She smacked her hairbrush to every inch of my exposed bottom and down my thighs. This was no novice spanker...she knew what she was doing and she knew my bottom as well as she knew my face. I rolled left, she spanked left; I rolled right, she spanked right! I clenched my bottom cheeks, she spanked my thighs, I kicked my legs, she spanked my cheeks! Hand on bum=hairbrush on leg, hand on leg = hairbrush on tush! I just couldn't get out of the spanking no matter what I tried!! Somewhere along the line I decided that I'd have been better off if I would have been kidnapped, lost or even drowned! All of this was made all the worse by having my father witness every step of my undressing and spanking, as well as knowing that my brother and sister were just on the other side of the door listening to every word, smack, howl and sob. 16 years old!! Stark naked!! Squirming and wriggling all over a bed being hairbrush spanked like a little girl!! Blubbering like only a well spanked girl can do!!! Every nerve in my hips and thighs was dialing "911" to report an emergency of catastrophic proportions! After what seemed like an eternity, the spanking finally stopped, and my bottom felt like a million bees had stung me. After a few minutes, when my sobbing finally subsided, mom ordered me to stand up again. When I stood (no longer able to cover anything since my hands were too busy trying to rub the sting out of my freshly spanked bottom), my mom was holding out a fresh pair of panties, and told me to put them on, and then handed me a T-shirt. It was as embarrassing having my parents watch me get dressed again as it was to have them watch me undress! Finally I slipped on the shorts that she had for me, and fell back across the bed for another good cry. She then invited my brother and sister out of the bathroom, sternly telling them to leave me alone. I stayed on the bed and sniffing and whimpering until it was my turn to shower and get ready for dinner. I usually assured my brother and sister that "it didn't hurt" after I got spanked, but there was no way I could tell that lie again today after they listened so closely and saw me still recovering and crying. The spray from a showerhead on my bottom was torture, almost like getting a second spanking! Maybe the seawater salt dried on my bottom mixed with the water of the shower to sting my rear again, and I stood in the shower crying like I was still being spanked! I was the sorriest girl in the world as I saw how red my bottom and thighs were in the mirror. The restaurant did not need a warming plate that evening, they could have just turned me over and used the heat waves coming from my freshly spanked bottom, and sitting through dinner on a tingling rear kept me from eating much (a new diet plan?) and from being a cheerful member of the group. It wasn't too long on the Boardwalk that night, though, before the excitement of being on vacation overcame the memory of the spanking....but.... I was always 15 minutes early for the rest of the vacation!