It was one of those lovely days in 1953 that just said "this is a beach day", which was fantastic because on this particular Saturday we had made plans with a group of friends to do just that...have a long beach day, with swimming, picnicking, the men playing volleyball, sun bathing, and a barbeque. We awoke as normal exchanging kisses and pleasantries and as we are walking out of the bedroom for breakfast you give me a playful spank, I turn and give you one back which makes you laugh. It had been a while since you actually had to seriously punish me for not listening to you and flirting with danger and I swore it would never happen again and I meant it. You really gave me a hard spanking that day that had me crying so much I never ever wanted to feel it again.
After breakfast I started packing up everything we were going to need and probably even too much stuff. The Studabaker had a huge trunk so I put a lot of stuff together. Food, drinks, towels, blankets, beach chairs, a volley ball, changes of clothes and several packs of Lucky Strike cigarettes. As I am getting dressed and you are reading the paper I start back down the hallway. "Oh, the dishes." You hear me. "Yes young lady!" you bellow. So back to the formica table I go to clear off the dishes and put the milk back in the huge baby blue fridge. You look up from your paper with a wink and smile as you drink your coffee, with your leg crossed.
As I am washing up the breakfast dishes in my orange swimsuit that hugs my bottom just the way you like it, you come up behind me, wrap your arms around my waist, hold me tight, and kiss my cheek. "You are going to behave today right?" "Me??" "Yes you missy" you say with a stern but light tone..."I know you." "Oh, allright, I will be a well behaved young lady." "Good." "Golly, you make it sound like whenever we are out like this I am a naughty girl." "Well, if the shoe fits..." "Oh, hush!" You laugh but also remind me what happened last time I was out of line and pushed you too far, thinking it would go unnoticed. I rub my bottom in a fast motion with both hands and look at you..."Oh, I remember." "I am sure you do, and I will not hesitate to do that again....no matter who is around." "I know that Daddy." "Speaking of which", I say, "did I tell you that Frank gave Molly a very serious spanking last night?" "Really?" you sit back down with a slight smirk. "Yes, she called me in tears from their bedroom...turns out she served him Chase and Sanborn after serving him a burnt dinner." We both errupt into laughter. "Yep, after his first sip he turned her across his knee and spanked the heck out of her" I say through riotous giggling. "Good man, that Frank." "Seriously though, she took the car without asking him, which she wasn't supposed to, due to her lack of experience and he saw her turn in the driveway as he was being let off at home from the office in his carpool, and there was a huge scratch on the side because she parked improperly at the store....and he saw it, which made the whole thing even worse....poor Molly, she was almost inconsolable." "Well, I can't say that I blame him, if that was you, you know you wouldn't be sitting pretty at the beach today." "I know, and she won't be either, but they are still coming." You tsk tsk tsk at the air as if Molly was there. I smile but know you would be so upset if I had done that.
"Okay baby, let me get dressed and we can pack the car... and put a dress over that bathing suit for the ride please." "But it's already so warm out!" "You turn and look at me and move me in front of you...GO!" I grab my dress, pulling at it fast from the closet while sulking. "We haven't even left the house and you are already starting?"...you move to my side, hold me by the elbow and give me ten hard spanks. "Oww! Sorry, no more arguing. I promise." "Good." You help me into my summer dress which flares out just past my knees. I readjust my pretty head scarf and rub my buns as you zip me up. "Okay, Let's go." We are on our way shortly after to meet everyone else at the beach.....
I love driving with you. It reminds me of when we were teenagers in the 40s. We both have a cigarette while the radio plays some of our favourite songs. After I apply my lipstick and re position my white cat eye sunglasses, I move over to you. The big bench seat gives me plenty of room to do so. When we get closer to the beach, you put your arm around me as you drive with one hand. No need for me to change AM stations today as I so often had tried to do with the 6 tube push button motorolla. You lightly slapped my hand away one time because I had a bad habit of leaving my dainty but many finger prints all over the chrome bevelling. That did not end so well for me that day because I slapped your hand back with force and because you were driving you could not control that act, along with the one of me purposely pushing each botton fast in succession so hard and so many times, I almost broke one. I thought thought it was pretty funny until the car stopped abrubtly and I was taken across your knee very fast without a word, feeling your large hand spanking my thinly covered bottom all over fast and hard, which was only protected by my panties and thin cotton pedal pusher trousers. As you move my postion a bit to hold me around my hip and thigh tighter to get the perfect aim, you kept asking me if I was finished playing with the radio. I told you in a very loud defiant voice through screaming cries, while trying to kick that it wasn't a crime and that it was my radio too. Not a good idea with the position I was in. You called me a spoiled brat and let me up after a pretty long walloping but we continued that "conversation" at home later. Funny...ever since then, I never really wanted to touch those buttons again; or chop anything on the smaller wooden cutting board with the handle either. Every time I use it for my dinner preparation afterwards it gives me quite a reminder.
The beach is just spectacular. We pull up to see the sandy beach ahead; the crystal blue water as well as two other cars with our friends in each. We are all unpacking our respective cars when you catch Molly and Frank out of the corner of your eye who are two parking spots over. They are fine and laughing, but knowing what you do, you understand why she is almost wincing as she is getting out of the car. She is wearing a dress too. I look over and see Jack and Rose. I wave at her and look at you... "see?" "See what honey?" "Rose is in her bathing suit, and she arrived like that." "Well you are not Rose, you are Piper and you are covered up." I shake my head but say nothing because Rose is a very proper young lady too, however, as I am walking down the grassy hill you hear me talking very clearly about how unfair it is. "Piper!" I turn to you and move my sunglasses down with my right hand "Yes?" I notice our friends are now paying attention. "Aren't you going to take anything with you?" "Oh yes, I'm sorry." I walk back up to the car and I could read everyone's expression. The men were looking at you and the women were half shocked and half giggling. I knew what I just did was inappropriate. I went to the back of the car to take some things out of the trunk and I get a very hard swat as I bend over and a warning to behave myself. I turn very red as I see the other guys give you a knowing nod. I get up on my tip toes, kiss you on the cheek and apologize. Finally everyone is loaded up and we are on our way down to the sandy beach by the waterfront and to the right of the volley ball net.
As I walk with a bag and a few things, and you are many paces behind me along with the other men, carrying the heavier items my girlfriends flank me, looking like a frame and Molly whispers, "Piper you are pretty brave, you know what he is like when you pull that attitude." "Kind of like Frank, Moll?" I say with a half smirk, have sarcastic voice." Molly stops, making us all stop half way down the hill and glares at me. "Oh come on, do you think Rose hasen't felt that from Jack?, she is the biggest brat of all of us." The doe eyed innocence of our Rose changes to a knowing look and a nod, then to a quick "hey!" We all laugh but also know how many times we had pleaded and cried after being upturned across our husbands knee's before. Molly filled her in about the night before and then I admitted what happened just this morning.
We are now down at the beach where we set everything up by the volley ball net. The guys are already reaching into the cooler for a nice cold beer and talking about work, sports and the latest news. The girls were seated with our cold drinks on a huge blanket. I noticed Molly was wearing a skirted bathing suit to cover her bottom fully and was still sitting gingerly. "Must've been a doozy." "It was, but it is getting better..I have never seen him so upset, but it had more to with me putting myself in danger." I nod. "I understand that and don't worry you will able to drive soon enough without him worrying, just a little more practice, right?" I give my dear friend a big hug as I get up to go to you for a minute. "Now?" "Yes, now sweetie...go get me some sun lotion." I retrieve the Coppertone and you help me off with my dress before slathering me with the liquid. I look up at you and you can see my adoration leaping out of my every pour and give me a kiss and a love tap to send me back to my friends. It isn't quite hot enough to go for a swim yet so we just sit and chat. The girls and I have a cigarette while the sun beats down on us and can hear our wonderful men having their typical conversation. I have told you before that as much as I liked Jack I found him a bit of a misogynist. You agreed but still indulged his conversation about his secretary. "She just needs a damn good spanking once and a while." Well, you would agree with that point I'm sure.
Before we plan to fix up plates for a picnic lunch, you fellows notice that some of your acquaintances are looking around to get a volleyball game going. You, Frank and Jack career over there. "Here we go ladies." Rose is so oblivious sometimes. "What, Piper?" "Our Adonnis's are about to have a match of beach volleyball silly." "Ohhhhhhhhhhh" I quietly nudge Molly, "just lie on your tummy." "I'm fine!" "alright, alright.." We get up and walk to the side of the net to watch you all play. I am like a teenager all over again, gazing at your tall frame in your shorts with the sun hitting your strong shoulders are you are getting ready to serve the ball. I am so in love with you and everything you do. You catch my eye and smile at me throughout the course of the game. Or should I say games... I am in awe of the way you serve, set, spike, bump, back set, dig...even though i have watched you so many times before. We cheer like it is they Olympics for our men... and you win!
Lunch consists of picnic fare. Sandwiches, potato salad, fruit, etc. We all sit in couples across two blankets and just lay with eachother after lunch until I want to go for a swim. You look at your watch. "Not yet sweetie." "That is such an old wives tale and I haven't even eaten that much." "Not yet!" I lay back down on the blanket and mutter, "I'm really really warm." "Something else will be warm if you don't stop whining." We had been at the beach for three hours and I haven't even dipped my little toe in the water. I was almost like a child in a car saying "are we there yet? are we there yet?" when i not so long after asked "Is it time yet?" The girls give a collective laugh. I was really joking and everyone knew it. So I lie on my back with my head on your midriff and your right hand comes across to cup my shoulder and stroke my hair. Time passes while we relax and then all of a sudden in one move you have me up and over your shoulder going toward the water. You know I like to slowly go in because the water no matter how hot I am feels cold. "You want to push to go swimming too early do you?" "No no no no!" You are giving me an evil chuckle as you have me securely over your shoulder and are cutting the water with your strong legs until you are up to your waist. "There you go!" as you throw me and I submerge, coming up, shaking my hair, shocked, then laughing. I swim up to you, put my hands around your waist until I am standing and then hug you very tight. "Thanks honey." "You're welcome. "I am being sarcastic." "I know..." We both laugh hard as the rest of the gang joins us for a spell in the water to cool off. You decide to back in and have another beer and everyone goes in but me. "Be careful Piper!" I will...I just need a swim. I know water safety like the back of my hand but there is a certain point that is a little unsafe in this body of water. I can see you all on the shore conversing, laughing, relaxing and I decide to go for a long swim. All of a sudden I am a little further than I anticipated and feel like I am getting pulled under. I can't even see the shore clearly and panic. I pump my legs so hard and scull with my arms to move out of danger but was not having much luck. I could however hear my girlfriends shrieking at you, Frank and Jack that I wasn't there. They had come back in the water to meet me but could not see me. You sprinted to the shore with the other guys in tow and swam like Johnny Weissmuller to reach me. You succeeded. As soon as I got back to the point I could touch bottom I stood in the water and started breathing heavily, coughing out water and crying from being scared. You pulled me into your arms and hugged with such relief and then I got faint. You picked me up and carried me to our blanket where the rest of the gang surrounded me. "I'm fine...I'm fine...." The girls are conversing about how much trouble I am going to be in and the men just look relieved, Frank and Jack being a little winded. "Come on guys, let's get back to having fun, okay?" "It is time to go back anyway." Rose pipes up. "She's right, we have to start that habachi at home", you say with a very quiet voice. I know that I am in no position to argue. I have pretty much ruined our time with worrying everyone, but we were not going to cancel the planned barbeque at our house. I had even set up the badmintion net and had all of the side dishes prepared.
Everyone packed up pretty quietly and headed to their respective cars. My girlfiends hugged me as you guys shook your heads. "Come on, lets go." I slinked into my side of the car very quietly. The ride home was almost silent until we reached half way. "I'm so sorry Daddy." I start to weep and you know i am very shaken but putting on a brave face for my friends. "I know my darling, and I am just grateful you are okay, you really really put a scare into me, the thought of you...." you stop yourself. "I warned you, didn't I?" "Yes." "You are lucky I didn't bare your bottom right on that beach." "I know." "But...." "But what?!" "It was an accident. I didn't do it on purpose, I just lost my surroundings for a minute." "We will discuss this later, let's just have a nice time this evening." "Are you going to punish me?" You just look at me like I am giving you the most rhetorical question ever uttered.
The barbecque was a success with the most succulent of food. You are the champion of cooking. I actually won the badminton contest but I have the biggest pit in my tummy the whole time. As the evening draws to a close there is sympathetic conversation with my friends and of course a remark from Frank that makes it sound like he wants you to make sure I don't sit for a month with Jack agreeing....like you need advice. NOT. As their cars are pulling away and I am finishing up putting the dishes away that the girls had washed up I feel you behind me in the kitchen. You turn me to you, kiss me with a passion before getting the chair...
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While standing in the corner with my panties around my knees and my crisp summer blouse sitting at my waist I recall your scolding in my ears and remember every single spank receieved with your hand while across your knee. I think of what I did and why I had to endure more than a long, hard hand spanking. Second offense...and ruining a perfect day by all accounts. The paddling from the hairbrush was harsher than ever before and bending over the pillows for a very rare belt spanking that you know would have me begging not to receive. I stand there remembering every single bit of my punishment and yet yearning for you to lay me on my red, throbbing bottom and make love to me. We must have had a mind meld because as I expected you to put me to bed with even more scolding, you took me to our bed, lay me down, strip me and enter me, making love to me and reminding how much you love me and that you never ever want to lose me. After your sensual kisses, touching, and my reciprication of it, I beg you to give it to me hard and you grab my hips, place my feet around your shoulders and do just that while i scream with a pleasure and pain that is indescribable. I am so exhausted you just tuck me in on my bottom, kiss my forehead and let me fall asleep before you go shower. In the morning, we have breakfast after you bathe me and wash my hair. Sunday is a very relaxing day with me spending it either lying on my tummy or sitting on pillows while wearing your big, long cotton pajama top whilst being bare underneath...
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