Chapter 16

“You are supposed to be punished; not do things you would enjoy! That does remind me though, Buffalo Butt. I want to meet your boyfriend when we get back to Raleigh and watch you tell him how you offered to take care of the assistant to the manager and regale him in stories about all of the men you dated while you were on vacation. The same goes for you Freckles. I am looking forward to meeting the infamous Pod.”

I groaned over the idea of my mom making me confess to Pod what I had done. I am sure she would. I wondered what he thought of me. Lindsay seemed really pissed off by the idea of her boyfriend finding out. I got the impression there was someone else at work she also didn’t want to know about the punishment.

It wouldn’t have surprised me if Lindsay was seeing two guys at the same time and playing them against each other.

Lindsay pretended to choke and die rather than be exposed to her boyfriend as a slutty cheater, liar and thief.

“Oh, no. You aren’t going to escape your punishment that easily. I’ll resuscitate you and send you butt naked to the hospital!” Mom chuckled.

The punishment my parents gave us had started to feel like fun and games on some level. I know that sounds strange. My parents called it “Loving Domestic Discipline”. A term they said was intended to imply that they loved us, but they didn’t love our behavior. The correction was supposed to be unpleasant so that we wouldn’t want to do it again. They had always believed in that when they gave us spankings. My mom said that our behavior had taken things to extreme, so they were applying domestic discipline extremes.

It was strange – it felt like I was being punished, but I always felt like I was part of my family and that the discipline was not more than I could handle or deserved. As I said, there were times it also felt like fun and games and that was surreal. I suppose it helped that my big sister had to endure it alongside me. That made it easier to not feel singled out.

My ass still stung from the spanking and I was humiliated wearing only panties in front of my family but telling Pod about any of my sordid deeds or the extent of the discipline I received was too much.

Patton eventually left, but Mr. Johnson hung around. Mom took my sisters and me to the shower. I was barefoot and only wore a pair of white panties. I didn’t even have a towel with me. Mom made me carry my soap in my mouth.

Lindsay was in her “string bikini” and dildo. Mom didn’t tell her she couldn’t wear sandals, so she did. Ruthie wore her normal t-shirt and panties and followed along with us. She had a towel and her normal shower stuff.

The showers were not that busy, but there were enough people that they noticed how little we had on when we arrived. Savannah Bates was there taking a shower. Her huge pregnant belly was obscenely bloated, and her tits looked swollen, even her ass cheeks looked like two giant balloons.

She scoffed at us when we started to undress. Lindsay kept the dildo in her pussy to shower.

“I wanted to talk to you about something that happened yesterday between your sons and my daughters,” My mom approached Savannah as she was drying off.

“Yeah, I heard about it. Whatever your cock teases said was a lie. My boys are good boys,” Savannah snorted. Her reaction made my mom defensive.

“They told me they tricked your boys into thinking they would get oral sex, one of my daughters showed them her naked body, got them to lotion her up at the pool, and then the boys got angry when they realized my daughters were teasing them. I just wanted to make sure they apologized to you and if you are okay with it, I’d like to bring them by later and make them apologize to the boys. That was not acceptable.”

Savannah looked genuinely confused. In her world, nobody does anything unless they want something, and she was immediately skeptical of my mother’s intentions. “Your girls gonna blow them after all?”

Mom was taken aback by that question. She knew Savannah was rough and raunchy, but she didn’t expect her to ask that question.

“No, I am afraid I wouldn’t allow that to happen. I just want them to apologize for leading them on yesterday. If you are uncomfortable with that I completely understand. My daughters got out of hand, and they are being punished for it today.”

“Yeah, this little snot accused me of stealing her towel,” Savannah said. Mom recognized our towel hanging up on a peg above Savannah’s things. Stealing our towel didn’t sit well with my mom but she was willing to overlook it rather than confront Savannah over something silly like a stolen towel. “She also danced around with that thing hanging out of her, and now I see your older daughter is just walking around with it in her snatch in front of everybody.”

“I am sorry about that. I am actually MAKING Buffalo Butt wear that dildo like a swimsuit in public. They got caught playing with it and showed my sons and your sons. They are going to be punished for the rest of our vacation and I just wanted them to apologize as part of that. Don’t worry, their dad and I spanked their asses, and we’ll keep doing it until they learn their lessons,” Mom promised her.

Savannah was about to say something crass. She opened her mouth like a crow about to shriek something in her southern accent. Then she stopped and tried to process what my mother just told her about us. Mom chose that time to make us apologize to her and introduce ourselves.

Lindsay and I were both naked in the shower except my sister was wearing her dildo.

“This may seem silly, but I am not calling them by their names today. Girls introduce yourself and tell them what you did to deserve to be punished,” she said.

“My parents call me Buffalo Butt, because I have a bubble butt and my name was Lindsay Butts,” she admitted to chuckles from the Bates family. “I used to have the privileges to come and go as I please, but for the rest of the vacation, my parents are going to punish me the way I punished my sister yesterday. I shouldn’t have done that, but they have every right to give me a taste of my own medicine.”

Savannah could barely contain her depraved laughter. It was really a natural cackle of sorts. She really enjoyed it when other people were humiliated and degraded. Lindsay’s fall from grace seemed to butter Savannah’s bread.

“I punished my sister yesterday and humiliated her in public. I used your sons to help me do that and teased them. I cheated on my boyfriend. I also showed my siblings and your sons my dildo and made my sister use it on herself to punish her. That’s why I have to wear it out in the open” she pointed to her crotch.

“You also tricked a guy at the pool. Tell Savannah about that,” Mom held up the things my sister stole. She brought them in a wicker purse full of sunblock. My mom showed them the phone and the watch.

“Yesterday, I told your sons to lotion up my sister because I knew they’d focus on her tits and ass. It distracted a guy that I was talking to, and I stole his phone, his watch, and his wallet. My mom is going to make me apologize to him and give it all back if he is at the pool.”

“Why?” Savannah asked in a deep country accent that accentuated the word. “All that would happen is he might call the police. He doesn’t know you took it, does he?”

“No Ma’am,” Lindsay answered Savannah.

“Then I say that one might be better left alone. That’s probably about two thousand dollars worth of stuff there,” Savannah eyed it greedily.

I realized that Savannah was who my mom did not want us to turn into. I suspected she invited her so we might see what a conniving, miserable person she really was and realize we shouldn’t go down that path in life. If so, it was a smart move because I felt more guilty than ever before.

“It’s going back and if he calls the police, we’ll deal with that,” Mom decided. Savannah and Chet shook their heads in disbelief and their sons snickered and laughed at my mother for her honesty.

It was my turn to confess and introduce myself. “My name was Katie Butts, I guess I am Freckles Butts now until I earn the name that I dishonored back. I encouraged my sister to punish me yesterday, because I wanted to get her in trouble with Mom and Dad. I tricked my parents into leaving so that she’d have to stay home and miss out on going jet skiing with a guy she was seeing here. I sent a bunch of naked pictures of myself to my family while I masturbated. I lied and manipulated, and the list is probably too long to tell it all, but I also think the punishment is fair and I am sorry to your sons for letting them think I would suck their cocks.”

Mom looked shocked when I said, “Suck cocks” but Savannah wasn’t. She didn’t accept either of our apologies and laughed right in my face.

Mom seemed pleased that we had done what she wanted even if Savannah wasn’t moved by it. “I’ll let you get back to your vacation,” she said.

“Vacation? We live here year-round,” Savannah said. She quickly dried off with MY towel, put my shirt back on (she had shredded it and treated it like a half-shirt), MY sandals and grabbed her sunglasses and left.

My mom permitted me to put my panties on, but she didn’t let me dry off. They were soaked and see-through by the time that I left the shower. “Just be lucky I do not make you rip them up into a thong. I think the fact that they look like little girl panties is part of why you get away with being topless.”

My sister had it much worse anyway. She was the one people noticed when we were walking. Everyone stared at her for a variety of reasons – none of which flattered her. Most people clearly thought she was an attention whore and a slut. They only disagreed about whether that was amusing or depraved.

When we arrived at the pool, it was another perfect summer afternoon in Myrtle Beach. The fenced in community pool could easily seat about 60 people but only half that number were at the pool. Most were swimming or relaxing and talking. There were a few kids my own age in the pool and in the splash pool. A dozen or so adults were in the hot tub under a wooden cabana off to the side. Kids my age weren’t generally allowed in there.

My sister’s eyebrow-raising suit gained a lot of immediate attention. She wasn’t quite naked, but she might as well have been because there was almost nothing left to the imagination. Her stubby nipples weren’t quite covered by the material, and most people realized the U-shaped object in her crotch was not bikini bottoms.

People were murmuring, pointing, laughing, and generally either appeared amused or disgusted by my sister’s outfit. The good news (for me) was that I seemed like any ordinary young girl who happened by in bikini bottoms.

Mom made us look for Jim, but he was nowhere to be found. She told my sister to wait for him and my siblings to have fun in the pool. Ruthie popped her shirt off and began to run into the pool.

“Ruthie, you can keep your shirt on,” Mom reminded my sister.

“Yeah, but I don’t have to take it off, right? It gets full of water and makes it hard to swim!”

Mom shrugged it off. Surprisingly, my little sister and I weren’t the only topless girls at the pool that afternoon. Two topless Hispanic girls a little younger than me splashed around near their parents.

The Bates brothers were at the pool as well. This wasn’t a big surprise. Boys like them were either out hurting animals, getting into trouble or trying to find ways to perv on women. My sister and I were now very easy targets. They came over to meet us and ignored my mother entirely. They had to recognize her from the cabin.

“Hey, it’s Freckles!” Bart cornered me right away. I looked at my mom. My mom let me twist nervously before intervening.

“I just spoke to your mother,” Mom said the words that almost every kid hates to hear. They froze in place and waited for some bad news. “I explained that my daughters teased you and made them apologize to her. I expect them to apologize to you.

My mom made us repeat the same admission of guilt we gave to their mother, but it was lost on Gerald. They weren’t interested in me, but they salivated for my sister. She was busting out of the sliver of cloth masquerading as a bikini top and they already knew the thing in her pussy was a dildo.

“It’s not a BJ, but since Buffalo Butt let your boys put lotion on her little sister yesterday,” Mom offered to let Savannah’s sons put lotion all over Lindsay. Lindsay wasn’t particularly amused by that and genuinely looked angry. I think it was the first time the punishment really started to sink into her that this was not a joke.

The Bates brothers descended on my big sister like two jackals taking down a slow moving gazelle. She was barely on her back in a pool chair when the two of them began sliming up her tits with their fingers. They thought nothing of their modesty.

“Was that how your sister felt yesterday?” My mom asked rhetorically as she clicked the remote control that turned the vibration function on to maximum intensity and left my sister to endure pokes, finger jabs, and the lusty attention of two teenage boys about my age.

“What should I do, Ma’am?” I asked as I stood close to my mother. Mom wasn’t sure what to do with me. I think she was having doubts about spanking me out in the open in front of all of these people. She also knew my panties would be see-through the moment I got in the water.

“You can rub suntan lotion on me and then I will do it to you,” she said. I want to make it very clear that my mother always had an annoying habit of applying suntan lotion aggressively, but it was never sexual or arousing in any way. In fact, quite the opposite.

She rubbed it on thoroughly like it was a chore. It was incredibly embarrassing when I had on my Sandy Cheeks one piece at the beach. People thought I was a silly little girl whose mother had to make sure she got lotion in my armpits and all around my butt cheeks.

Perverts will always stare when that happens even if it is a perfectly innocent but annoying moment like that when your mother applies suntan lotion to you. Mom did it to all of us except for Lindsay.

Mom was the kind of person that would lick her finger and use it to make Lucas’s cowlick stay flat or wipe some grape jelly off of his face. She didn’t care that we didn’t like it.

She applied the lotion the same way but since I was wearing sheer white cotton panties and nothing else, it did feel different. Several men gawked at us. Mom was usually oblivious. This time I felt like she noticed their stares but didn’t acknowledge them.

Every now and then Mom would stop rubbing me down and watch the boys tickling Lindsay’s ribs until she was hysterically begging for them to stop, or she’d piss herself. It went a long way as a distraction because most people were watching her hijinks if they were watching either of us.

When it was my turn to do mom, she lay flat on her belly and undid her one-piece in such a way that her entire back was exposed while her butt remained calm. I had to climb up between her knees and rub lotion on her.

There was nothing sexual about this other than my secret feelings of arousal about getting punished in public. Some men were also turned on by a nearly naked girl touching her mother’s bare back with white-creamy lotion. I know what it looked like.

Mom used the excuse of me applying sunblock to make me perform a deep tissue massage. “I have a knot under my left shoulder blade. Yes, deeper! Harder. That’s it,” she said. It probably sounded sexual, but it was just my mother luxuriating in the sun while I worked my ass off to give her a relaxing massage.

“This feels good, you can do it harder,” she finally spoke. I thought she almost fell asleep. “I could get used to this. It’s too bad your punishment ends at the end of vacation.”

“I can massage your back when we get home, Ma’am,” I reminded her as I used the sides of my hands to karate chop across her shoulder blades to tenderize her skin. She liked that but preferred me to rub in small circles.

“You CAN, you always COULD but you never offer.”

“You could always tell me to do it, Mom,” I said. I forgot to call her ma’am. Mom was in such a relaxed state that she either let it slide or didn’t notice.