Double Trouble by Dr Strapp
I looked out of the window of the beach-house and sighed. We had only been down there for one full day, but these two kids were playing me up already. I could see them among the dunes, Kevin aged 12 and Samantha, now 13, romping, chasing and shrieking in the sand. All very well, but I had told them to come in an hour ago. Now supper would be spoilt - and this was just the end of a long day of disobedience, defiance, and sheer cheek. With their mother Celia whom I had only recently married - not due for three days more, they thought they could behave as they liked. Well, it would have to stop. 'They need a firm hand,' their mother had said, and I knew she still spanked them sometimes. I sighed again. A spanking so near the beginning of the holiday would be a pity. On the other hand, it would probably make things much more agreeable for the rest of the time.
At last they came tumbling in, flushed, tousled and laughing. They both had Celia's astonishingly good looks, and for a moment I was softened - but the smell of burning from the kitchen stiffened my resolve. I went and put the cooker out, then without wasting any words I said that I was thoroughly tired of their bad behaviour and lack of respect, and that, sorry as I was to do it, I was going to have to punish them both - and now.
The kids' faces had fallen. 'What you going to do, Hugo?' asked Kevin nervously.
'I'll give you a clue,' I said shortly, 'Which is that you're not going to be sitting very comfortably at supper.'
'Oh NO!' they chorused, but I told them both sharply to stand together with their faces to the wall. They obeyed reluctantly.
'Don't do it hard, Hugo - please,' said Sam. 'We're sorry, we really are.'
I didn't say anything. They were both in swimming gear, Kevin in speedos and Sam in a rather skimpy bikini. Both costumes were tight-fitting and, as they stood now with their backs to me, I could see both kids' neat bottom-folds escaping from underneath. I smiled grimly. I knew just exactly where that 'firm hand' needed to be applied.
'Right!' I said. I went up behind Kevin and started to untie the string of his speedos.
'Hey, what you doing?' he said, grabbing them.
'Getting you ready for your spanking, that's what,' I said.
'But Mum doesn't spank us on the bare anymore,' he protested.
'Yes, and we can see the results of that,' I said shortly. 'Now, take your hands away.' He obeyed reluctantly, then I skinned his speedos right down and made him step out.
Sam, who had been watching apprehensively, was next; she gasped 'Oh please no, Hugo', when she felt me untying her bikini-bottom, but otherwise didn't resist as I peeled it down in turn, also making her step right out.
I went to take their costumes through to the wash, as they wouldn't be needing them for a while. Then I looked round, hesitated, came back to Sam and started untying her bikini-top.
'Oh please - do you have to take my top off as well, Hugo?' she asked plaintively. 'You just need our bottom halves bare to spank us!'
I said shortly, 'Your brother's going to be spanked completely bare, so you should get it just the same way.'
'Ha, ha,' said Kevin.
'Three extra,' said I.
With both kids finally naked-bare as I'd promised, I took their costumes through to the kitchen, put them in the washing-machine, then returned and sat at the table, looking with interest at the two bottoms I was about to punish. At a different time I might have been rather amused by the contrast between the pale bot-cheeks and the tanned skin of the rest of the kids' bodies, but my only thought then was that these four buns were soon going to be a very different colour. Kevin, I saw, had the typical neat bottom of a good-looking twelve-year-old boy, while Sam had the slightly more rounded rear of a girl her age. It gave me a certain grim pleasure to see how both pairs of buns were clenching slightly in anticipation of what was to come. Both kids were looking apprehensively over their shoulders from time to time, but I told them to turn round again; I was in no hurry, and left them with their bare bottoms on display for a good ten minutes more before calling Kevin over and telling him to get across my knee.
He obeyed, and I told Sam to turn round and watch. She did, but immediately clasped both her hands over her genital area. I sharply told her to keep her arms by her side, and told them that if either did that again they would get six extra.
Then I started spanking Kevin, bringing my palm cracking repeatedly down on his bot-cheeks, and looking up from time to time to make sure Sam was watching - which she was, with big eyes. There is nothing so good for a naughty kid as to see another kid's bottom getting reddened and to know that their own is about to get exactly the same treatment.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
Though Kevin was now twelve, his bottom was tender and reddened quickly; soon he was howling and beginning to writhe and twist on my lap. As the spanking went on he began to bounce rhythmically up and down, almost as if his bottom was rising to meet each smack.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
It wasn't my intention to be too severe on this first occasion, but I still wanted to give him a spanking to remember, and decided that I should go on until he started to kick.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
Kevin's bottom-cheeks were bright scarlet and he was screaming by now, then his thighs began to hammer up and down on my lap, and finally his long slim legs to kick, his bare feet frantically pedalling the air.
At last I paused.
'Please stop, Dad! I love you, Dad! No more - please - no more! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!' howled Kevin, still kicking and bouncing furiously.
Perhaps I was getting somewhere at last! I let him get up, told him to go back and face the wall. I called Sam over, and was pleased to see that she was crying already. She very quickly lay across my knee, probably keen to get it over, though clenching her buns tight together.
I sharply told her not to, she obeyed, and I began.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
It was almost a repeat performance, though I was intrigued to see how Sam's buns quivered furiously as they began to redden - much more than Kevins' - also how she began to scream and kick much sooner than Kevin had. I did suspect, though, that she was acting a little, in an effort to get me to stop but I have to admit that I was slightly more lenient than with Kevin, since she had had the extra punishment of waiting and anticipation. I still made those bare round bottie-cheeks bright red all over, though.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
'Oh, my butt, Dad, my butt, MY BUTT!' shrieked Sam when I paused at last. 'Oh, please stop - PLEASE! I'll be good, I'll be good!'
'Well, don't forget!'
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
By which time Sam was making as much noise as Kevin had! Then they both had to stand bawling, faces to the wall, with their two pairs of rear stop-lights on show. Again they had to keep their hands by their sides, and were forbidden to rub.
Their noise subsided after a while, then Kevin asked tearfully, 'Dad, will YOU rub our butts?'
Well, I felt forgiving now. I went over to them and began to gently rub, alternating from one bright red bottom to the other.
Kevin squirmed and sighed. 'That feels better. Thanks!'
Sam added, 'Yes, thanks!' Then, hesitantly, 'Dad?'
'Yes?'
'You won't tell Mum that we had to be spanked on our bare butts, will you? Please don't!'
'Not if you do as you're told from now on.' Then I asked, curiously, 'What would she do?'
'Give us the same again - double, maybe.'
'So,' I said, 'You didn't tell me the truth, did you? I thought you said she didn't smack your bare bottoms anymore?'
Sam squirmed. 'She doesn't SMACK us. Not with her hand, that is. She uses the HAIRBRUSH!'
'And for something like this, the bristle side!' added Kevin.
Well, well, I thought. Yet again, Celia had been able to surprise me!
author_e-mail: guignol@aol. com author: Dr Strapp