Brianna leaned back onto her hands, enjoying the crisp warmth of the sand filtering through the beach blanket against her ass and legs. The crystal blue water with its shifting white crests was calling her, though, and in a minute or so she'd have to dive in. With a smile, she turned her head to look at Genie sitting beside her, her wife's tall, curvy body glowing gold through the tinted lenses of her shades. It was almost hard for Brianna to remember that she really hadn't been much of an outdoors kid before she met Genie. Her smile widened in reminiscence of their first few beach visits, and hikes, and camping trips, before she laid a hand on her wife's bare shoulder.
"Want to get in the water?"
Genie pursed her thick, Ivory Coast lips quizzically, and shook her head. "The hell happened to Zach?"
Brianna looked over her shoulder toward the boardwalk, fixing her yellow shades in place as she faced the sun. She was sure he'd been following just a minute behind them from the changing hut, but there was no sign of him.
"He cannot still be hiding in there," Brianna shook her head, incredulous.
Genie gave her a half-serious accusatory glare. "You're the one who was torturing him with that swimsuit. You tell me."
She huffed at that, sitting upright and folding her lightly tanned arms under her breasts. "I'm not going to apologize for giving everyone here something nice to look at."
"You're such a nerd." Genie snorted, making her dreadlocks shake. "And a bully."
"For the last time, I told him he didn't have to wear them."
"Yeah. While brushing your hair."
"Oh come on, that was a total coincidence!"
There was no answer to that. Genie just folded her own arms back at Brianna and sighed, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. For her own part, Brianna was actually starting to get a little concerned. He couldn't actually be that mortified of the sexy little swimsuit she'd gotten him, could he? She loved Zach's adorable teenaged shyness, but this was a little extreme for him.
"Okay," Brianna said, sweeping her eyes across the parasols and deck chairs that spotted the beach, "I guess try calling him?"
"Hope he has his phone on him," Genie sighed, reaching into the beach back to fumble around for her phone, "Or if he doesn't, that he's at least looking for us."
Suddenly, a wild shout of distress sounded from somewhere near the lifeguard hut. Was that Zach? It had sure sounded like him! Focusing on the little wooden tower, Brianna saw a very tall - and also very attractive, she couldn't help but notice - young woman sitting on the lifeguard's chair and forcing a struggling shape down toward her lap. The shape in question - also quite easy on the eye, but that was old news of course - was wriggling in a very familiar manner as the girl pulled that traffic-stopping swimsuit Brianna had just bought him downward. Struggling to get the tight waistband down around the boy's prominent seat with a difficulty that Brianna wished she could have seen much closer up, because it looked like exactly her kind of hilarious. And titillating. Tilaritating? No, that one's no good either. Brianna had been trying to come up with a good word for her favourite type of spectacle for a long time, but still hadn't arrived on a good one.
"The hell did he do?" Genie asked, staring just like Brianna as the statuesque blonde resorted to pinning Zach's back and thighs with her elbows so she could use both hands to deal with the speedos.
Brianna shrugged one shoulder a little, smirking. "Does it matter?"
Genie snorted. "Think we should help him?"
Brianna tore her eyes off of the tilarity and stared incredulously back at Genie. Genie's face split into a huge, cackling grin.
"Hah! Wish you could've seen the look on your face."
Brianna sighed, failing to suppress an embarrassed grin. "Keep fucking around, pumpkin, and you're going to find out."
With the obligatory threat made, Brianna fixed her shades and looked back at the hut. Zach's bottom was glistening bare in the sun now, each cheek wobbling like the waves on the sea as the lifeguard pulled his speedos just far enough down his legs to restrain them the most. That girl knows her shit. Interesting.
Brianna pushed herself up onto her feet, and took Genie by the arm. "C'mon, let's get a closer look."
"I really am sorry," the lifeguard said, earnestly, "but the rules are the rules."
Zach would probably have asked if these rules of hers had anything about public indecency in them, but he was already too busy saying something else.
Until a moment ago, he'd been too distracted by dying of embarrassment to worry about how much it might hurt if someone strong enough to carry him over their shoulder were to slap him. It was only his modesty he'd fought fruitlessly to preserve when he realized what she was about to do. But then the first slap had landed, and the second one barely a heartbeat later, and he'd immediately forgotten about such petty, civilized concerns.
"AAAAAAAAAH OW OW OW OWWWWWW!!!"
Her apologies proved insincere as she didn't hold back even slightly. Zach's whole world was the bonfire on his bare buttocks and the firm, thick thighs he needed to pry himself off of to escape it. Her hand just came down so fast, and so hard each and every single time!
"I'M SOOORRYYYYYY!!! I'M SORRY, PLEAAASE!"
"I'm sure you are," chided his chastiser, not breaking pace at all as her jackhammer of an arm kept working through her words, "but we need to make sure you remember this next time. It'll remind you to stop and think about how to deal with these little problems before you do something like hurting your poor feet again."
She emphasized her point by landing the next dozen swats right on his sit spots, sending him into a renewed fit of thrashing and howling. How many had she given him already? It couldn't have been more than two minutes since the spanking began, but it felt like she'd already landed hundreds!
"Now," she continued, landing a pair of swats on the back of each of his upper thighs and making him gasp in white hot shock, "I think you've learned your lesson. Am I right?" Her palm rested against one of his blazing hot domes, her strong fingers pressing into the roasted flesh.
"I learned my lesson from the goddamned sand!"
"Mmmm...you should try to work on that attitude of yours." She murmured, maternally, as her hand stiffened against his buttock again. "People will never do what you want if you talk to them like that."
SPLAAAAT! SMAAAAAACK! WHAAAAAAP! Her arm went right back to work, which amounted to shoving his bottom back into the oven just as it was maybe starting to cool down. Zach wailed and flailed. The lifeguard lectured. The sharp, fleshy smacks echoed over the beach, turning the head of nearly everyone present Zach's way. When she stopped again after another thirty seconds, she found that Zach's attitude had indeed benefitted from her advice.
"Have you learned your lesson now?"
"Yes! I've learned! I promise, I've learned!"
"Are you sure about that?" Zach could hear the smile on her lips as they spoke those words. If she hadn't been enjoying herself to start with, she's definitely started to by now.
Eyes still closed, Zach forced down the indignation and just gritted his teeth. "I am. Please just let me go."
"Well, if you're asking so nicely, then that means you've really learned." Her left arm stopped crushing his midsection, and he felt her hand tousle his hair. "You can get up now, I've got to make sure nothing's happened while you had me occupied."
He doubted she need worry about that. It looked like everyone within sight had started watching by the time she'd sat down in the chair, and Zach couldn't imagine they'd started paying less attention once she started pulling his swimsuit down.