Extract from What Happens to Bad Girls?

I had lobster, caught that afternoon, which was delicious, and washed it down with a bottle of acceptable Viognier.

Afterwards I felt pleasantly mellow, and more so after drinking a brandy before I started back. It was a beautiful night, with a big moon in a sky full of stars and the beam of the lighthouse sweeping over the landscape to light my way. The tide was falling but still quite high, and I knew my causeway might still be covered, so I walked slowly, enjoying the warm night air and the sense of absolute relaxation I’d come to enjoy, spoilt only by unwanted male attention.

The Barn stood by the main road from town to the east end of the island, which would have taken me more or less straight home. The road came close to the sea by another of the old forts, this one set on a pretty, sandy bay backed by a massive German defence wall, twenty foot high or so and following the full curve of the water. I decided to go via the beach, and kicked my shoes off when I reached the edge, holding them in my hands as I walked, my toes sinking in fine sand still warm from the heat of the day at every step.

I seemed to be quite alone, and it was tempting to peel off my dress and go in just my panties, or even to strip naked, at least until I reached the end of the bay and the road. After all, it was dark, the German wall sheltered me from the left and the sea from the right, while I would see anyone else on the beach before they realised I was nude. It was too naughty to resist, and to think was to act, my dress peeled up over my head on the spot. A few steps later my panties came down and off, to leave me deliciously nude.

My clothes went into my bag, adding to my sense of nakedness. Slightly drunk and pleasantly mellow, I walked on, enjoying the cool night air on my body and the naughty feeling of being in the nude outdoors, yet quite safe. I told myself I wouldn’t put my dress on until I reached the end of the wall, and that even then I’d leave my knickers off, adding to my sense of daring. It felt so nice I was even starting to wonder if I might not be cheekier still and sit down against the wall to bring myself to orgasm under my fingers.

I decided to do it, but not immediately. There was another pleasantly naughty possibility I wanted to try first, skinny dipping. Piling my clothes at the top of the beach, I ran down to the edge of the sea, the water so smooth it seemed like a sheet of dull metal in the moonlight, with the high wall cutting off the lighthouse beam so that it merely flickered across the hillside to the west. I dipped my toe in, to find it surprisingly warm, but still cold enough to make me hesitate, standing at the edge before telling myself not to be pathetic and rushing forward, to stumble and fall full length into the water.

When I came up I was gasping and giggling together, and spent a moment fighting for breath, sat on the sand in the shallows. I was in, stark naked in the sea on a lovely starry night, completely relaxed, my only concern what I would think about as I masturbated after finishing my swim. There was really only one option, because my need for a spanking had risen to a physical ache. I knew I’d get it from Cheryl when she arrived on the Monday, but it was still a real and urgent need.

I’d spoken to Don White that morning, supposedly in an effort to persuade him to sell me the old Rover, but in practise to sound him out as a possible spanker. From the way his eyes had moved over my chest and followed my bum as I walked I was sure he fancied me, and was very likely thinking of how I’d looked with Mick’s spunk plastered over my face. He was Mick’s friend, unfortunately, to say nothing of being married, yet I was sure something might have happened if his wife hadn’t come out in the middle of negotiations. The result was I now owned a large and ancient car but my bottom was still unsmacked.

As I waded deeper into the sea I was smiling to myself for my own behaviour, and imagining how things might have been. Probably it would have been best to suck his cock first, just until he was hard, then to demand my spanking if he wanted me to finish him off. A man with an erection will do virtually anything he’s asked, in my experience, so however perverted he felt my demand to be, he would do it. Over I’d go, my bum stripped and smacked, his disgust at my behaviour adding to the humiliation of my spanking.

Only when I was up to my neck did I start to swim, just a few strokes, before rolling on my back to float, staring up at the stars. My nipples had gone hard and felt delightfully sensitive, while my need to come was rising with my fantasy. I promised myself I’d hold off, keeping my hands away from my pussy until I could bear it no more. Until then I’d just think, driving myself gradually mad with desire over the thought of being taken down across Fat Don’s lap, my dress lifted to show my legs, my panties eased slowly down until my bottom was bare and ready, maybe my cheeks hauled apart so that he could inspect my bumhole and pussy, then spanked, spanked until I cried, spanked until I howled and blubbered and wet myself all over the ground behind me…

I cut off my train of thought, deliberately, twisting in the water and striking out as fast as I could, until I began to worry about getting too far from the shore. There didn’t seem to be any current, and the bay was enclosed on three sides, but it was best to be safe and I started back, now at a leisurely pace, until at last my feet touched the sandy bottom. I was beginning to get cold, and hauled myself out, to stand shivering in the moonlight.

Ahead of me the beach ran grey and pale up to the shadow of the wall. The lighthouse beam came across, flickering over the landscape, cut off by the hill and tower for a moment, sweeping the top of the wall, and briefly illuminating a figure in silhouette. I knew who it was immediately, the skinny body too distinctive to be anyone but Aaron Pensler. I felt a stab of anger for his intrusion, then fear, wonder at how he’d managed to follow me, and concern for how much he’d seen.

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