Subject: RL #33 from Scottsdale (F/ff)
From: arizona406@aol.com (Arizona406)
Date: 12 Jul 1996 17:18:27 -0400
This is a topic that is for this NG only. If you do not know what this group is about then you are not allowed to read this. do not go anyfurther. This is for grownups only. If you are not a grownup do not pass the line.
Ok, here it goes.
As I was growing up my parents would take vacations with my uncles and aunts. It could get quit good this way. Like one time we all got two camper like RV and went to Yellow Stone National Park. On such trips it was suppose to be educational. Yuk city. It was boring is what it was. At least until we got to the national park. I will say it was big and it was very pretty. And creepy too. Like those mud pits. Like something from a novel, not real life. But there they were. And another time we all flew to Washington, DC. Now that was really boring. What made it fun was I could be with my cousins. Which for short period of times was fun. I always look back and think that the kids always had more fun than the grownups. I will tell you that the grownups in my family do not know how to have fun. They are all power mad and get off on ordering the kids all over the place.
Well the trip to California was the best. It was Disneyland and everything else you could think of. I was eleven at the time and it is like the day before yesterday. The reason I don t remember it like it was yesterday is because that is the memory I have about DisneyWorld. Which we went to when I was 13 just turning 14. But this is about Disneyland. Well, not exactly about Disneyland. It is about what happened on the beach, Rodundo Beach. We had been in California for about five days when we went to Rodundo Beach for a rest. We were just going to lay out and take it easy. Play in the waves, sun bath, read, and cook out. It really was a rest for the grownups. We would have been happy to go back to Disneyland.
Doing the sand thing was good for a little while, but I soon got tied of that. So my cousin, Allison. She was 14, I was 11, and Cindy was 3. I had been told to stay with the family. But Allison was free to go where she liked as long as she let someone know that. I really thought Allison was cool. She was pretty and where ever we went the boys were always giving her the looks. But then I thought they were full of cooties and she had a major problem. Well, Allison also thought she was cool. And she loved having people give her the eye. And she loved acting like she didn t notice. I do not know what my hang up with her was, but she had me fooled. Any way, where ever she went I wanted to go along. So when she took off for a walk down the beach I was right there with her.
As we passed these guys who couldn t say hello fast enough, she just smiled and went right on past. She wasn t really paying any attention to me. It was like it was all right with her that I was there, but also, it would be all right if I just vanished. I soon got tired of walking and she didn t seem to care. I stopped and she went right on. But I got met some girls my age and forgot all about Allison. When I got to thinking of her she was gone. I wasn t sure if she kept going or turned back. No idea. And not only that, I didn t know if I should go that way or this way. I really wasn t paying attention. I was following Allison.
I took a guess and went for what felt like forever. But finally things started looking a little familiar. What was really familiar was my mom coming on the run to me with her hands going in every which direction.
I hadn t really thought about it, but now I was plenty worried what she was upset with. I soon found out. She took me by my arm a wasn t any too gentle as I was deposited on the beach towel with orders not to so much as move off that towel by an inch. As I was getting pretty disgusted I saw Allison s mom taking her roughly off to the bath house. She too was giving her the same lecture. Only Allison was not looking at all pleased.
I was wondering if Allison was in the ultimate trouble. This could be very interesting. I looked over and saw my mom dozing off. I thought maybe I could sneak over to the bath house, see what was going on and get back to the towel before I was even missed. Or if missed I could say I had to go potty. I had it covered. Just had to get over there.
I got near and could hear some arguing going on. Now even I, who only visits my cousins on a few occasions know that fighting with my Aunt is not at all a good idea. None what s so ever. But what I heard was Allison pleading with her mom not to do this. This is what I didn t know what was happening. Do what. Then I heard her shouting about letting her keep them up. Oh please was said over and over. At the high point I heard a really solid smack and a scream. And then lots of smacks followed by a teary cry from Allison. My heart just about went out of control. Allison was getting a spanking. I quickly made it around to the door, I had to see. I slowly looked into the room. And turned toward me was pretty Allison s fanny. A couple of red splotches. Oh, how nice. She was bent over tucked under her mom s arm and it wasn t over. She was smacking away at this tender bottom. It just made me so wild. I loved it when other kids got spanked. I don t know why, but it just made me excited. Of her mom looked up she would see me, but I couldn t move at that moment. But when I sinced that the spanking was just about to end I ducked out of sight. And made it back to the towel.
But not before my mom woke. She just stirred as I got about a foot away. Then she was up and on me in a flash. What are you doing? She was so upset with the fact that I had disobeyed her. She was not interested in why I wasn t where I was suppose to be. She took my arm and turned me around and smacked me several times. Through my suit it was as good as a bare bottom spanking. I was hopping about trying to avoid another spank. And it was really embarrassing to get it on the beach in front of strangers. This was too much. At least Allison got her spanking in the bath house. Then my mom finished and sent me back to the towel. I laid down on my tummy crying in my arms and would not look up.
Allison was sent to sit next to me on the towel too. She was sniffling a little too. But cool Allison would not admit she had been spanked. She saw the tail end of my spanking and didn t hesitate to mention it to me. I was feeling really bad for myself and mad at Allison for being such a jerk. I was just starting to see through her coolness.
I laid like that, feeling the hot sun on me. I must have dozed off for a few minutes, because when I looked toward the water there was Cindy playing with several other little kids. They were all working on this never ending sand castle. I could see from here that they would never get it right. They built it too close to the water. The waves wash away the base every tenth time. Being I couldn t leave the blanket there really wasn t much for me to do but count waves. But it kept the kids busy. And they didn t seem frustrated. Nothing close to the frustration I felt.
So I started just watching Cindy play. She wasn t allowed to go in the water so she had no suit on. She wore this dress with flowers that just came down to her hips. A little girl dress it was. And her underwear. Which being she was in the sand were pretty grundgy by this time. But she was having fun. And now I was at least had something to do. Watched her moving about that sand castle. She was really a pretty little girl. Blond hair, that was naturally curly. She would be sorry when she gets older, real sorry. She was ordering the other kids around, to get water here and put sand there. It was very interesting.
As I was watching her, ever so often she would get this really strained look on her face. Like she was holding something in or out. Then she would return to normal. Then she would get this look again a few more minutes later. Then once on her way to the edge of the water she squatted down and got this really tight faced look again. I was really trying to figure out her problem. Then she straightened up and went about her business. Then still a little while later she was at the castle she squatted again and granted tightening up her whole body. It came to me just what might be her problem. My mom was asleep, so I went over to her.
She was in her squatting position again. And when I stood next to her she didn t get up. She looked at me and in a strained voice she said hello to me. And gave this weird smile. I asked her if she had to go to the bathroom. I could not help laughing. She said yes. So I took her hand and off we went. But just when we were almost to the bathhouse she stopped and squatted down. Then this really awful look came over her face. And then her face turned to pouting and finally tears started coming down. She had gone in her underpants. She stood up and started waddling toward the bathroom. I held my laughter in, and helped her get in there.
In the bathroom I pushed her into a stall and put her on the pot. There was just a few tinkles that came out. And her underpants were a complete ugly mess. I told Cindy that it was all right. Got her to stop jumping around and relax. But I really new different. When her mom found out she would be in big trouble. But I bent her over and helped clean her up good. And we hide her panties in a sand pile behind the bathrooms. This was going to be a nice afternoon afterall.
I sent Cindy back to her sand castle project with no panties on and I went back to my towel to enjoy the show. It didn t take long. At first, Cindy s pantyless bottom was covered by her dress. She was mostly sitting down and nothing really showed. But as she played she soon forgot that she had no panties on and started playing as hard as the others. What was a really nice shot was when she leaned over in one of the motes that went around the castle. He bottom was high and exposed for all to see while she was leaning over the hole. She really was such a cute little girl. Her pale soft bottom wiggling for all to see as she played. It didn t take long for the older boys to see what was going on. Before long there was a nice gathing of ten and 11 year olds making jokes at Cindy. But they were out of her hearing. And the older kids who saw the sight just smiled and went on their way. So basically no one disturbed Cindy for some time. In fact, it was a good hour or two before my mom or Cindy s mom woke up. By then I could see a slight redness in Cindy s backside. A very slight sunburn. Oh-boy.
Then without warning I heard this shocked expression come out of Cindy s mom. I couldn t even repeat it. Cause I really don t know exactly what it was. But it was not a happy sound. It was like a growl, and a whimper. Any way I looked over to see how Cindy was doing. And it was great. She had her head now really low in the hole with her knees on the edge. And that butt of hers was at full mast. Perfect position. It was turned my way too. Great show.
And seeing her mom running toward her was something to. Because when she go just about half way there she stopped. And then with a new idea she hurried back to the blankets. She pulled something out of her back and went racing back to the castle and her daughters upturned fanny. Cindy did not know that an attack was coming. What her mom got from the bag was a strap. I haven t the slightest idea what it was really for. But it was about six inches long, two wide and about as thick as a belt. Kind of whippy, but not too whippy. And when that first smack landed on Cindy s bottom it was like a firecracker going off. A small firecracker, but a firecracker all the same. And Cindy let everyone know that she had jest gotten whacked. Her mom delivered the second one with just as much fever. That little cute bottom was dancing this way and that, and Cindy was crying at the top of her lungs.
Cindy s mom was yelling for her to explain just where was her underwear. And she didn t really wait for an answer. The next smack landed. Cindy was vigorously trying to get out of that hole now. At least, if nothing else, to get her bottom into the hole for protection. But for a moment she was stuck. Her bottom was still exposed for the spanking that her mom felt she deserved. Finally, Cindy decided the only way out of the hole was to back out. Which meant enduring a couple more really hard spanks from that strap. But she did it and when out she rolled over onto her bottom.
But this was only a slight delay. Her mom gathered her up, tucked her under her arm and commenced spanking her with the strap again. The heat building up in that poor girls fanny could never be put into words. On top of her mom turning her bottom a fire engine red, the sun had primed it. Pretty soon Cindy was blabbing out where her panties had gone and why.
Her mom dropped her on her feet and marched her to the bathrooms to retrieve her underwear. She was then taken back to the blanket and put into confinement with Allison and me. That blanket was getting pretty crowed. But seeing little Cindy dancing around trying to avoid that strap was the cutest thing I have ever seen my cousin do. She by far got the award for best and stingingest spanking of the vacation.
MaryJo