4 comments/ 49761 views/ 4 favorites Cecelia Ch. 01 By: SwattMichael Chapter 01: Little Lie This is the story of my encounter with Cecelia in Chile. I am fortunate this happened long way from home, somewhere where I would be recognized. I was traveling by myself in South American. It has been quite an adventure since is my first time overseas. In South America the locals speak Spanish. My Spanish is limited to what I had been able to pick up. Whey you need to use a foreign language to get by, it is surprising how much you can get by with just a few words and gestures. I was in a minor beach side resort in Chile. It was a small village resort used by local Chileans, away from the resorts normally visited by Gringos. I had arrived in town by bus late in the previous afternoon and had rented a small hut beside the beach. It seemed the perfect place to relax for a few days before I was due to fly home. Around mid morning in the manyana, I was walking along the beach taking in the scenery. I was particularly impressed by the rather brief bikinis and g-strings worn by most of the young senoritas sunning themselves on the beach. I was more modestly attired, walking barefoot along the beach, and wearing just a pair of board shorts. It was then I happened on to a game of volleyball being played by some of the local senoritas. One team was wearing matching singlets and shorts, but what caught my eye was the uniform of the other team. Their uniform was a black bikini. Although the bikinis were not matching, they were all nice and brief. The one I could not take my eyes off was the girl in the middle who was wearing a bikini bottom briefer than all her teammates. She had a small black triangle Lycra covering her arse. The bikinis were winning. Black triangle's teammates would pass the ball to her, who would send the ball high into the air. One of her teammates would then spike the ball over the net. More often than not, the opposing team could not return the ball. I was so entranced marvelling at the playing talents of the bikinis I was completely unaware of the seniorita alongside me until she spoke in Spanish, " ¿Usted tiene gusto de mirar a señorita en breve bikiníes?" I turned to face he and was struck by her physical appearance. She looked a few years older than my 20 years, probably in her early 20's. She had short dark hair and brown eyes. She was quite athletic and had nice-sized boobs. All she was wearing was wearing a fluorescent yellow one-piece bañador. "Bañador" is the Spanish word for bathing costume. The Lycra of her bañador was so sheer that it moulded itself to every curve of her body. It unable to stop her nipples from poking out of her bañador. Her neckline plunged so far that if her shoulder straps somehow snapped, her top could not help but fall away from her chest Although I had understood "señorita" and "brief bikinis" I replied in my limited Spanish "No Entiendo" - I did not understand. She said in very good English, "You are foreign, do you speak English?" I responded that I was a visitor and spoke English. I asked what she had just said. She replied, "You prefer to watch young women in very small bikinis play volleyball. - Which team do you prefer?" I had to admit to her that I liked the bikinis, they were very good. "Looking?" she asked. All I could do was nod, and smile at her. She must have noticed me looking her up and down, because see then looked me slowly down and then up. "I would like to see you in a brief swimming costume. You guys have all the fun when it comes to eye exercise." She smiled at me. "Do you have any thing briefer with you?" she enquired? "Alas, no" I responded. I shook my head slowly. "I would like to, but I have not brought any with me." I looked her straight in the eye. "I'm sorry". "I will get you something briefer, and a much more appealing if you would let me", she offered. I was struck by her boldness. Thinking I had nothing to loose, I agreed She took me by me hand, and me walked along the beach. While we were walking to the bikini shop she told me she called herself Cecelia, and I called myself Michael. Just up from the beach was a bikini shop. It was built like a small hut, giving it a beachy type of character. "This is my shop, and I have a men's section", Cecelia said with a smile. "It has some bathing costumes for men, which are as brief as what the señorita wear," she giggled. With a firm grip of my hand, Cecelia led me inside. The shop was deserted, except for a female shop assistant. At the back of the shop was a rack labelled "Hombre". Cecelia knew what she was looking for. There were some racing briefs there, the type worn by swimming athletes. She ignored these and found a flourescent yellow g-string, exactly the same colour as the bañador she was wearing. She held it in front of me, stretching it out by the hips. Looking me straight in the eyes Cecelia said, "El g-string. I think it might be your size Michael. Would you like to try it on? See how nicely it fits". She was wearing a cat that swallowed the canary type of smile. "I like men wearing bright colours". My heart was beating fast as I entered the change room and closed the curtain. I felt that I was letting myself become the lead male actor in Cecelia's sexual fantasy. I was wearing nothing except board shorts. I took them off and dropped them in the corner, leaving me completely naked. I stepped into Cecelia's g-string and pulled it up to my hips, and found it fitted quite firmly. With as much confidence as I could muster, I pushed the curtain aside strode out of the change room like a model on a catwalk. Cecelia and her assistant were standing together. I strode past them, giving them a glimpse of my arse. I felt as if I was almost naked. I turned and returned to Cecelia. "Do you like it", I asked unnecessarily. The quiet smile on both Cecelia's and the shop assistant's lips said it all - they liked it. Cecelia stepped up to me, gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and said, "Si". Cecelia spoke in Spanish to the shop assistant who went behind the counter, and returned with a pair of scissors and gave them to Cecelia. Cecelia asked me to turn around, and I complied. I head a snip. I think I must have flinched slightly, because Cecelia gave me a playful slap on my arse. I turned and she said, "I only wanted to remove the label". She held the label up with a smile. "It is now your costume. You won't be needing your old board shorts any more. Just leave them in the change room. My amigo can do what she likes with them." From their body language, Cecelia and the shop assistant seemed like they knew each other well. She said "Adios" to her assistant, took me by the hand and walked me out into the sun. In our identical coloured garments, we must have looked like a couple. Cecelia's bikini shop was in a small park above the beach. There were a few other people around, the girls mostly in bikinis, and the men wearing board shorts. I was barefoot, clad only in incy-wincy, teni- weni (without yellow pokadot) bikini that I had worn for the first time today. I could not get that old 60's tune out of my head. Just above the few steps leading down to the beach I stopped and with a gently gesture turned Cecelia to face me. "Do you want to go into the water, Cecelia?" I asked, and gently kissed her on the lips like she had kissed me moments after I had stepped out of the change room. "Not here. I have a hut at the far end of the beach." She pointed up to the North end of the beach. "We could spend the day together up there". I looked up to the North end. The headland was about 2-3 kilometres away. The town seemed to end well before the beach ended. From where we stood, the North end looked quite deserted. "Si", I said. Cecelia planted another kiss on my lips. I felt her tongue gently brush my gums "Would you like to share a ice-cream cone with me before we go?" Cecelia asked. "The hut at the end of the park sells the most scrumptious ice creams. I have just enough money to buy us an ice- cream." She was looking me straight in the eye. The next thing I knew we were up together at the shop with Cecelia buying us a double chocolate ice cream cone. She only had enough money for one cone. We went behind the hut, away from where we would be too noticeable. Cecelia took a lick of the ice-cream and then held the cone up to my lips so I could take a lick. We were standing, facing each other almost touching. I could not help but look down Cecelia's cleavage as she offered the cone to me. Cecelia's bañador was low cut, showing off her boobs quite nicely. Each time Cecelia offered me the ice cream she looked down at it and then into my eyes as she brought it up to my lips. Each time she looked down she seemed to be grabbing a quick glance at my crouch, and what my g-string barely covered. My pulse started to increase as I felt myself start to feel blood flood into my manhood. The growing smile on Cecelia lips each time she glanced down indicated she was quite aware of what was happening under my g-string. As her smile grew so did my erection. I could feel the lycra stretch around around my manhood as it became harder and harder. With the rhythm with which Cecelia was offering me ice cream, I could not help but contemplate what she would like to doing with me. My pulse raced at the thought I would be sprung with my massive erection. Cecelia stopped feeding me ice-cream, took a long glace down at my crouch and then looked me in the eyes. She did not say a word and then looked down again. My eyes followed her gaze down to my crouch. The Lycra was moulded perfectly around my erection. Nothing was left to her imagination. At the tip of my manhood, glistening through the Lycra, a small bead of pre-come had formed. Cecelia nibbled again at the ice-cream and then kissed me on my lips. As I felt her tongue brush my gums, I opened my mouth. Her tongue darted inside my mouth giving me a taste of creamy chocolate. I was so now aroused that if she had offered me any more ice cream I would have creamed my tiny g-string. Cecelia took a bigger bite of the ice cream. The pleasure of the rest of the creamy chocolate was hers entirely. I felt my erection subside as she slowly crunched the last of cone between her teeth. She threw her arms around my shoulders, and pulled my lips up to hers. I felt her tongue probing inside my mouth, this time more boldly. The kiss was not going to end until she was ready. When she had finished, she took me by the hand down to the beach and then towards her hut. As we walked along the beach, my pulse rate seemed slowly increased. The beach became more deserted as we left the village behind. I could feel the summer breeze across my arse reminding me of how scantily clad I was. More and more I wanted to be able to help Cecelia out of her bañador. We were now alone on the beach. We stopped and I took Cecelia in a big hug. I gave her a gentle kiss. She responded by gently easing her tongue into my mouth. I let her explore my mouth to her hearts content. I started to slip the straps of her bañador over her shoulders. She stopped and looked me in the eye with a reproachful look. "Be patient, not here. Wait till the hut, We won't be disturbed there." "How far is the hut?" "You can almost see it from here. It is just behind the trees at the end of the beach. Lets run." The end of the beach was only a few hundred meters away. We started running up the beach side by side. The sand was firmest just where the wash from the waves stopped its rush up the beach and receded back into the ocean. We ran just where the waves turned back. I was closest to the water so as the waves rushed in I sent up more splashes when the waves rushed in. Cecelia had dropped back slightly behind me. A group of huts was coming into view. A wave rushed in, higher up the beach than normal. I run straight through the wash sending up sprays of water. The water felt cool and exhilarating. Cecelia sent up sprays of water, splashing me as she was close behind. We stopped running in the wash zone opposite the huts. The closest was only a hundred meters away. We were both breathing heavily, almost out of breath. Through her heavy breathing Cecelia panted, "Lets go for a quick dip", and grabbed me by the hand and pulled me towards the sea. We both ran towards the breakers, and dived into the wave as it was breaking. The ocean was still cool, since it was early summer. We did not linger long in the surf and were soon out. Now that it was wet Cecelia's bañador clung perfectly to the contours of her body. Cecelia must have also been ogling me. She could not help giggling, and I realized that the tiny triangle of wet Lycra covering my manhood were now translucent. Wet, our bañadors were much more revealing. We stood there facing each other hand in hand for a few moments. I could not help joining Cecelia in her giggling. The wet Lycra seemed to make my g-string feel even tighter. It felt like two sizes too small and stretched hard up against my balls. I could not wait to be helped out of it. Cecelia's hut was one of three huts. It was second closest to the beach. It was built of heavy timbers, and looked like it had been there for decades and had a slightly dilapidated appearance. Cecelia opened the door of the unlocked hut, and led me inside. She shut the door and then slid a slide bolt shut. We would not be disturbed. The door could now only be opened from the inside. Cecelia was giggling as she approached me. I held her an embrace, with my arms behind her shoulders holding the back of her head so I could kiss her. She had her arms around my waist, and pulled me close to her. She practically had me backed up against the wall. I could feel the blood flowing into my manhood and knew Cecelia would soon sense it. I felt Cecelia gently ease my tiny g-string over my hips and half way down my thighs. I wiggled my legs and felt the damp thong fall down to my ankles, forming an elastic manacle. Cecelia now had me naked, from head to ankles. Cecelia looked me in the eye and softly reproached me, "I think that you told a little lie when you said you were sorry that you had nothing briefer than board shorts to wear. Remember, when I met you watching the señoritas play volley ball". I kissed her on the lips declaring, "But I only did have board shorts". "But you were not sorry that nothing briefer than board shorts". Cecelia emphasised the word sorry. "You were not truly sorry. You told a little lie when you said you were sorry. Because you told that little lie I am going to have to as we say in Spanish "Azote su arse" -- Spank your arse." My pulse started to race. At school, I had sometimes behaved badly just to get caned. I could hide the fact that it hurt which earned awe from my fellow students, as well as I think annoying the hell out of the teacher. But never by a woman and never on my bare bottom. From the look in Cecelia's eye I knew that she intended to give me a spanking. I knew that I had not thought of bringing brief swimwear with me to Chile with me. Perhaps I wanted to earn Cecelia's awe. "How do you want to spank me", I asked. "Over my knee in my bedroom", Cecelia stated. She pointed towards the door and instructed, "Would you please go through the door". She pointed to the door at the back of the room. I kicked off the g-string which was still around my ankles and walked completely naked through the door. Cecelia followed me into the bedroom, still dressed in her bañador. Cecelia sat on the corner of the double bed, with both her feet resting firmly on the ground. She then directed me to lie across her knee. I kneeled beside her feet, and then leaned across her, with my stomach landing on her lap. "Could you please move further forward please, Michael", Cecelia directed. My heart was now beating faster. I moved myself forward until my hips were on her lap. My bottom was now in the perfect spanking position for Cecelia. "Michael, could you give me your right hand please ", Cecelia politely asked. I lifted my hand off the ground, and swang it up behind my back. Cecelia took a firm hold of my wrist and pinned it against the small of my back, pushing me forward and lifting my feet off the ground. All my body weight now rested on Cecelia's lap. I was unable to get off her lap. My bottom was now completely at Cecelia's mercy. "What a gorgeous firm bottom you have, Michael", Cecelia giggled. "I liked it the moment you walked out of the change room". My pulse raced even faster as Cecelia gently rubbed my bottom. "It is a pity that you told that little lie, because now I am going to have to spank it for you." Cecelia gave me a gentle smack. My pulse was now racing so fast that my ears pounded. "This will do you good. I like men who are proud to be with me and be scanty clad." Cecelia smacked me gently on my right cheek. Cecelia started to gently rub my bottom again. "Soon your beautiful bottom will soon be turning pink." Cecelia smacked my right cheek and then quickly smacked my left cheek. These harder smacks were sending pulses through to my balls. I could feel a gentle sting in my bottom as well as a hard on coming on. I knew both would soon be worse. Cecelia started massaging my bottom again, "Did that hurt al little?", she asked. She seemed in no great hurry and continued rubbing for a little longer. She raised her raise her hand, and in anticipation, I waited. SMACK across the bottom of my cheeks, right where I sit. Ouch! After a pause I felt another smack across the fleshy part of my button. "Una", Cecelia counted in Spanish. She hesitated slightly, and then I felt next swat was across the back of my legs. "Dos", Cecelia counted. The next slap was again to my sit spot. "Tres," Cecelia counted. Again she hesitated, keeping me in suspense. Swat again to the fleshy part of my bottom. The position of each swat was a surprise. "Cuatro", Cecelia counted. So she would not give any cue as to the arrival of my next swat, she always counted after the swat, not before. Smack again to my sit spot. That swat stung a bit and I must have flinched. "Cinco", Cecelia counted. "You like it there, Michael." Cecelia started rubbing my bottom again, taking care to massage each area she had spanked. She started on my cheeks, then gave my sit spot a rough rub, finishing finally with the backs of my legs. I then got my next group of smacks, always with the same slight hesitation to keep me in suspense. Smack, "Seis", ... Smack, "siete", ... Smack, "ocho", ... then two rapid smacks to my sit spot, "neive", "diez". Ouch, Ouch. Cecelia started rubbing my bottom again. The alternation of the smacks, followed by the massages were warming up my bottom quite nicely. "How is your counting in Spanish, Michael", Cecelia enquired. "I want you to keep count for me, counting down from diez. Can you do that for me?" My mind started racing. I had often practiced counting to 50 to myself in Spanish, and had often bought for local vendors quarto bananas or cinco apples, but ever never more than five. But I had never practiced counting down. Without warning, I got my next swat. It was a bid harder. I can't remember where it was, except it was not my sit spot. Swats delivered there were becoming memorable. "Diez", I counted. ... Swat. "Nieve", I counted. "Magnifico", exclaimed Cecelia. ... Swat, "Ocho", I counted. ... Swat. This swat was delivered squarely on my sit spot. My mind went blank. My manhood was now fully primed and I knew I had to think of some way fast to stop myself from comeing. And I could not think what numeral came before Ocho. "Cinco", I tended knowing I was wrong. Almost immediately my bottom was swatted three times. "No, no, no", Cecelia exclaimed, "Siete. You have lost count Michael. Lets start again from diez". Those three swats had pulled the pin out of the primed hand grenade in my shaft. Cecelia Ch. 02 Chapter 2 - Caught Out Cecelia must have remembered my wet g-string she had stripped me out of when I had entered her hut. "Michael, why don't I wash the salt water out of your lovely little g-string for you and hang it up to dry in the sun. That way it will be clean and dry for you when you leave." Cecelia quickly put on her bañador and left me in the bedroom. Then I heard the main door of the hut squeak open and shut. I had an opportunity to check out her bedroom. The furnishings were spartan, the hut obviously used only occasionally. There was a low chest of draws beside the bed, and a much larger chest against the wall. On top of the chest, propped against the wall was a mirror. Apart from these, the bed was the only furnishing in the room. Immediately I used the mirror to check out the state of my bottom. My whole bottom was red from below my hips to the top of my thighs. Cecelia had obviously done an excellent job of spanking me. I opened the top draw of the chest and found it empty, confirming the hut was used only occasionally. I then went draw beside the bed where Cecelia had obtained the condom. As well as the condoms, it contained a wooden table tennis bat. Cecelia probably kept it to use as a paddle, but it would be too dangerous to find out. If I asked about it, Cecelia would know I had been snooping and would then probably want use it to punish me for snooping. I was acutely aware of the embers that still burnt in my arse. Suddenly, I heard the main door of the hut squeak open. I'd almost been sprung. I closed the draw and returned to meet Cecelia as she returned. My heart racing, I met Cecelia as she entered the bed room, and hugged her. I was completely naked and she in her in her bañador. We started kissing. I did not try to undress then her, but just let her enjoy my lips, and explore my mouth. Cecelia stopped exploring my mouth and started giving me gentle kisses on the lips. It was as if she wanted to change the pace. I slipped the strap of her bañador off her shoulder to kiss her on the neck. I kissed her again. She dropped her arms by her side. She stood there giving me gentle kisses on the lip, almost teasing me to undress her. She watched me in my eyes as I slowly slipped the straps of her bañador over her arms. As her bañador fell away from her, she hugged me and rewarded me a gentle kiss on the lips. "Michael, I don't want to be kissed just on the lips." She took me by the hand back to her bed. We sat on the edge of her bed, and started kissing. I then felt Cecelia's hand up between my legs, and gently started stroking my balls. I had not had a chance to remove the condom which Cecelia had put on me before she had ridden me. I feel her hand brush my manhood. She looked me in the eye. "Let me take that off for you Michael. I like you completely naked." After I let her remove the condom, we started kissing again. Cecelia fell back on the bed and pulled me back on top of her. I kissed her on her lips and then on each breast, letting my tongue circle each of her nipples. I then kissed her on fourth place, again letting my tongue circle her clit. I returned to the first place I had kissed her. She let my tongue probe her mouth. "Michael, stop for a moment. I need to get a little something", Cecelia said as she tipped me off balance, causing me to fall on my side on her bed. My heart raced as I realized she was going to the drawer beside her bed that contained her paddle. I would be completely at her mercy if she had decided to paddle me. I was effectively trapped inside Cecelia's hut. The tiny g-string which was my only item of clothing, was hanging up to dry in the breeze somewhere outside her hut. I was thankful when it was not her paddle Cecelia returned with, but a condom. "I am sure we will need this latter, Michael" Cecelia giggled as she placed the condom into my hand. "I will bonk you well if you kiss me where I love to be kissed." She gave me a wicked smile and kissed me on the lips. "Michael, If you don't feel quite ready we can always go out on the beach for swim." If I went out now, anyone on the beach would see my well-spanked arse. My tiny g-string could not hide the tell tale redness which I knew was there. Cecelia had gained complete sexual dominance over me. I gave her a submissive kiss on her lips. Cecelia returned the kiss and then fell on her back onto her bed with her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Her legs were well parted. She asked for a pillow, which I obediently got and placed under her head. I placed at Cecelia's feet the mat on which she had recently ridden me. Cecelia's eyes watched me expectantly as I knelt on the mat, and then came down on her nestling my mouth between her legs. Cecelia wrapped her legs around my shoulders, exposing herself completely to me. I let my tongue circle her clit in slow motion until her love lips started to open up. This was my cue to let my tongue make smaller circles so that it touched her clit. When I tasted her juices starting to flow, I let my tongue give her clit several quick firm flicks. The way Cecelia was now slowly squirming and sighing indicated she was now very aroused. I felt her clit respond with a twitch. I lightened my to keep her in her build-up. I could feel myself becoming hard, but knew I could not have the pleasure of feeling her around me until she asked for it. Slowly I re-started my circles and tongue flicks of clit, backing off again after her arousal had risen to a new level. I kept her in the pleasure of a pre-orgasmic build up for some time. When felt it was time, I restarted my tongue flicks and circles and only stopping when her orgasm was inevitable. As she came I sucked on her as hard as I could, trying to suck her clit out of her love lips. As she came back to earth again, she started to cry out "Coger", "Coger". I clambered out from between her legs and bounded on to her bed. My shaft was hard at his stage. Cecelia was so randy she fumbled as she helped put the condom on me. She then just rolled back on to her back, and let me plunge my manhood deep in side her. She wrapped her legs around me letting me do with her what I pleased. I was so aroused, it was not long before I spent myself into the sheath which separated us. After that we just lay in each others arms and cuddled while we both regained our breath and come back to earth. "Michael why don't I check it your lovely little g-string is dry yet?", Cecelia asked. She quickly climbed into her bañador, and went out the door. I don't know what it was but I could not help but think about the paddle which Cecelia kept in the draw beside her bed. I wanted to hold it just once in my hand and imagine how she would use it. I waited until I heard the door squeak shut, and then rushed to her draw. I would not have long before I would hear the door squeak open again. I felt like a naughty boy as I opened her draw and picked up the paddle. I grabbed it in a firm grip, which I felt sure Cecelia would have used. I swang it through the air at arse height and imagined the thwack it would have made as it landed on her victims arse. Trying to imagine the feeling which Cecelia derived as she wielded this instrument of corporal punishment I swang it through the air again. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Cecelia at the door. I had not heard the warning squeak of the door. "Michael, what are you doing with my paddle?" Cecelia asked. Completely naked, I stood there and just looked at her. "Is it possible that you were thinking how I might use it on a naughty boyfriend?" she then asked. I just stood there and nodded because I knew that she had read my mind "Michael, please give me my paddle." The sternness in Cecelia's voice told me that I would soon hear the sound the paddle made as it landed on a my naked arse. My heart raced as I walked completely naked to Cecelia to give her the paddle. As I handed Cecelia her paddle, I saw that she did not have my g-string. There was no escape. I was completely naked; my g-string was outside somewhere. . "I am going to have to give you four of the very best on your bare bottom," Cecelia informed me My heart was now racing even faster as I knew that Cecelia intended to refresh the red embers in my arse. "Michael, please bend over and place your palms on the table." I bent over and placed my hands on the table as Cecelia instructed. I knew that Cecelia was going to punish me like a naughty schoolboy. My arse was now completely unprotected. "Michael, if you take your hands off the table before I deliver the fourth stroke, I am going to have to start over again. Do you understand?" I answered Cecelia like a 10 year old school boy might answer a school mistress. "Yes Miss" was all I could respond. All I could wonder was how I had been trapped so easily. The.paddle landed almost immediately across both cheeks with a resounding thwack. And it hurt. All I could think of was what a completely unprotected target I was offering Cecelia. All because I dared to imagine how Cecelia would use the paddle. Now I was finding out "Michael just stay in exactly that position", Cecelia instructed. "Just three more strokes to go." The paddle landed again on both cheeks, right on top of the previous whack. My arse now felt as if it was on fire. Before I could stop myself, I lifted my hands off the table. "Michael, you have moved out of position. Please put your hands back on the table", Cecelia instructed. I resumed my position of submission by putting my hands back on the table. "Michael, I am going to have to start the quatro strokes again." The paddle landed again on my right cheek. The sting of that swat stoked the fire in my arse to a blistering heat. All I could do was concentrate on submission to Cecelia's direction to keep my hands firmly on the table. "Michael, your bottom is in exactly the right position", Cecelia encouraged. The paddle landed again on my left cheek. I stayed in my position of submission. The paddle landed again. All I could think of was just one more stroke to submit to. "Michael, push your back down please. It will help stretch your bottom nicely for the final swat." As I pushed my back down I was conscious that I was sticking my aching and tender bottom out even further, offering it to Cecelia's paddle. The paddle landed again on my throbbing arse with another resounding whack. The swat would have been heard by anyone outside the hut. My arse hurt like hell. I stayed in my position of submission because I did not want to earn another set of four of the best. "Michael, you can now take your hands off the table," Cecelia informed me. I stood and turned to Cecelia. When my eyes met Cecelia's she was looking directly at me with a cool confident gaze. I could not meet her gaze so my eyes fell to her boobs and the plunging neckline of her bañador. "Michael, I would like you to put my paddle back where you found it," Cecelia directed as she handed me the instrument of my chastisement. I did not want desire to earn another paddling, so I obediently trotted off on my errand to the drawer her bedroom. This must have given Cecelia an eyeful of my bottom which felt like it was bright crimson. After completing my errand, I saw that Cecelia was watching me from the door. She beckoned me to come back to her. Her eyes dropped to enjoy the sight of my manhood swinging as I obediently returned to her. I desperately wanted to rub my arse but knew that this would show that it had hurt. I was both completely naked, and completely at her mercy. Cecelia Ch. 03 Part 3 - El bastón Cecelia pulled me close and started kissing me assertively on my lips. As soon as I opened my mouth for her, she quickly started deep french kissing me again. Before I knew it she had me backed up against the door jam. The more I let her explore my mouth, the more it distracted me from the aching of my freshly paddled arse. When Cecelia paused for breath I pulled her close, "Will you rub my arse for me, it hurts like hell" I asked. "I really shouldn't, but ...," Cecelia responded as I felt her hands drop down to my arse. "Happy now" she asked. Wordlessly, I responded holding her tightly kissing her gently on the lips. The more she massaged my arse, the more I opened my mouth for her. As I let her french kiss me, I felt myself harden. As soon as Cecelia was aware of what was happening to me, she pulled my hips close to her so she could feel me harden. If she kept this up much longer I would not be able to stop myself coming again over her bañador. "I think you are ready for me again, Honey" Cecelia whispered as she looked into my eyes with a gaze which told me that she was ready to conquer me again. She darted off to the drawer that held paddle as well her supply of condoms. In a trice, she was back and led me into the kitchen. Before I knew it she had me sitting on the kitchen table. She ripped the condom packet open with her teeth, pulled out the condom out and deftly rolled it down over my cock. Then with one deft movement, she pealed herself out of her bañador and let it drop to her ankles. She was naked again. Without wasting a second she pulled herself up onto the table and straddled me. I think that she wanted to ride me again, but then sensed that if she mounted me like this we might both fall off the table. She then pushed me backwards onto the table. My shoulder hit some battered saucepans that were on the table. Cecelia swept these aside and they clattered down onto the floor. Then she manhandled me, or was it womanhandle me until she had me square in the middle of her table, flat on my back. She climbed on top of me and eased her cunt down to fully swallow my cock. Then, she used her arms to lift her shoulders up. With her arched back, all her body weight was over my devoured cock. I was pinned down. I could feel the rough wood of the table against tender freshly paddled arse. Then she just started rocking herself. All I could do was squirm uncontrollably about on the rough wood of the table as I felt the orgasm relentlessly build in my balls. I could do nothing else, not even look into her eyes. I was completely exhausted by the time my cum spurted into the sheath that enclosed my cock. As I caught my breath, I could only wonder whether I was the first she had fucked on her table. Cecelia was exhausted too and flopped down on top of me. She was very hot and sweaty. Beads of sweat rolled down off her body and on to me. She was all over me so much that I felt that my body had become one big cock for her. And it seemed that her appetite for me had not yet been filled. After she had caught her breath, she started French kissing me again. "Michael, we will have to leave shortly, we can't stay here together tonight." "Do we have to?." All I could think of was that my tiny thong would not hide my freshly paddle arse. It felt like it was cheery red, and any one who saw it would know that I had been spanked. The last thing I wanted now was to go out now in public. Perhaps latter would not be so noticeable. "Yes, unless you would like to keep giving me a good time", Cecelia said wickedly. I think Cecelia knew the predicament she had me in. Cecelia looked me directly in my eyes. "Michael, is there some pleasure you would like to treat me to?" Cecelia giggled. The first impulse that sprang to mind was to eat her pussy again. My smile must have betrayed to Cecelia that I had a thought on how to indulge her. "Michael, what have you thought of?" Cecelia kissed me again and climbed off me. She then gave me a hand to help me off the table. I embraced her and kissed her on the lips. "Cecelia, I want to eat your pussy again." Cecelia's wide eye smile told me she could hardly wait. I took her by the hand and lead her back to her bed. I lay flat on my back in the middle of her bed. Cecelia then kneeled on top of me with her legs straddled my chest. Her pussy was barely a couple of cock lengths from my mouth. As she wiggled her self forward I watched her pussy advance to my mouth. I could smell her juices. Cecelia was fully aroused. She lent forward and put a pillow under my head. My mouth was snug up against her pussy as Cecelia wiggled her legs closed. She now held my head firmly in place between her thighs. I put my arms around arse and pulled her closer to me. As I darted my tongue inside her pussy, I could feel the warm air of the room circulating around my cock as I became harder and harder. I knew I when I came I would not have the warmth of her pussy around me. I would be shooting into thin air. So I just concentrated on French kissing her pussy. Her juices were flowing well and I was getting wet. The aroma of her arousal was overpowering. I stroked her clit with my tongue more and more the hotter and hotter she got. As when she came she swamped me with her juices. Cecelia was now almost unable to draw breath. I think that I had exhausted her so much that she almost fell off me. But all I knew for sure was that my face was full of her pussy. I could feel the warm air of the room circulating around my completely hard cock. I was primed and ready to shoot. Cecelia through her pants started sighing, "more, ... more, ... more." She had me pinned down on her bed by her body weight. I knew that if I wasn't compliant with her wishes I'd found myself being paddled again. I was in no position to argue. So I gently slid my tongue into her cunt and started slowly French kissing her pussy again. I was now so ready I was unable to stop myself from coming. I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy as the inevitable happened. My cum burst out of me with such force, that I shot her in her back several times. I could feel some of my spray on my hands. After I was spent, I relaxed my tongue. Cecelia started running her hands through my hair. She started giggling "You have cum and could not help but shot me in my back." I still had a face full of Cecelia's cunt and I knew she still wanted more. I started caressing her back with my hands and massaged my come which had sprayed all over her back into her skin. As I slid my tongue back into her pussy it had dawned on me the only way to I could satisfy her was to slowly exhaust her sexually. So I took it slowly, gently probing her pussy, then licking her clit. Only when she was close to another orgasm would I push her hard and concentrate on her clit. After two more orgasms Cecelia seemed to wearing out and had grabbed hold of the bedstead to steady herself. This time I would push her as hard as I could when she was ready for another orgasm, and I would try to catch her by surprise. So while I gently started probing her again, I gave more attention to massaging her arse, which was the only part of her back which I could easily reach. My cock must have gotten wind of my plan, because as I massaged her back, I could feel myself slowly harden. A dream like trance seemed to have enveloped Cecelia, as her sex lips again engorged themselves with blood, offering her clit again to me. I licked and flicked her clit in every way I could imagine as I was drowned in her juices. I was pushing her as hard as I could, and she was moaning so deeply she could hardly draw breath. I knew that I was so aroused I would again shoot her in the back again. Then she came, feinted and fell off me. Cecelia was lying asleep on her bed My first thought was to flee the hut but I was completely naked, had a full erection on. Moving quickly I went to the door to check if the coast was clear. I sensed danger as I unlatched the door to peep outside. I knew that I was about to come and had no idea where Cecelia might put my g-string. As I gently opened the door, I heard voices. I froze. But I knew could not freeze, the orgasm which was about to burst out of me. My next impulse was to put on Cecilia's bañador, and make my escape in a girl's costume. As I gently latched the door my I came. My heart raced as I quickly stepped into Cecelia's bañador. I pulled it up over me, and then slipped the straps over my arms. This was the first time that I had ever worn a girls costume It clung to me because it was still quite damp from her earlier swim. I though how much more comfortable my tiny thong would be. I went to the door and cracked it again and peeped outside. Again I heard voices. I saw two girls near a neighboring hut who looked about 14 years old. They would surely notice me if I walked out into the open wearing a girl's costume. I closed the door again. I slid the straps off my shoulders and rolled Cecelia's bañador down round my waist. This might help disguise the fact that I was wearing a girl's bañador. "Michael, why are you wearing my costume?" Cecelia asked. My heart jumped as I turned to face a naked and now very angry Cecelia standing at the door to her bedroom. "I wanted to see what it felt like to wear your bañador" I lied as I looked at her nipples rather than in her eye. Cecelia smiled and looked my straight in the eye. Then in a friendly but confident voice she asked, "I see you know the Spanish for swimming costume. Now that you know what it is like to wear my bañador, please relatch the door and take it off." As I latched the door at her instruction, I knew that she knew that I had been caught telling fibs again. I turned to face her and undressed in front if her. I pulled her bañador down over my hips and let it drop around my ankles. I was again completely naked. "Michael, please be good boy and hand me my bañador." Cecelia glanced down at her costume which was still around my ankles. Obediently, I stepped out of her bañador, and handed it to her. "Michael, you were being very naughty and trying to run away with my bañador ", Cecelia said with a smile. "No Miss, no I wasn't", I responded, looking again at her tits. "Then why was the door unlatched?" Her smile told me that she had decided my punishment. "Michael stand there for a moment and think about how naughty you have been." Cecelia threw her bañador over the chair and disappeared into her bed room. Moments latter I knew my fate since Cecelia had now returned, still completely naked, but was now had a cane. "We call this "el bastón" in Spanish. Its gender masculine, and quite appropriate for a senorita to chastise what we call in Spanish, novio travieso - a naughty boyfriend." Cecelia informed me. To emphasize its maleness she held it up at the angle of an erect cock. "I am going to use it to swat your naked bottom." She swung it through the air so I could hear the swoosh it made. It was a bit over half a meter long and the swoosh suggested that it would sting very much. "How many strokes do you think you deserve, Michael", Cecelia enquired with a smile on her lips. "If you suggest to few, I will double the number of strokes you receive." Still looking at her boobs I almost said "dos". "Seis" I suggested, "Six of the very best I think I need." I hoped that I would not end up getting twelve. "Seis will be most appropriate" Cecelia agreed. Now that my punishment was determined and imminent, a wave of sexual excitement hit me. I could feel the blood flooding into to my cock. The sight of Cecelia standing there confidently with her cane knowing she would soon use it on me was a sexual turn on I could not stop. And Cecelia could see what was going on just by glancing down at my stiffening shaft. "Michael, don't move yet. In a moment I am going to ask you to bend over and put your hands on the table. If you take your hand off the table before I have delivered the final stroke I will need to start again." He eyes looked me down and up. I could feel my shaft becoming harder, knowing that it was on full view to Cecelia. "Do you understand?" she asked. "Yes mistress" I replied. Cecelia waited for a few seconds. When she was satisfied that my shaft was pointing fully skywards, she directed me with her cane to where I should stand. I was about half a meter from the table. Without waiting to be told I bent over and put my hands on the table. "Eagar are we Michael", Cecelia giggled. I then felt the cane resting on my the middle of my back. "Arch your back down so your bottom really sticks out" Cecelia instructed. I complied with her request. I could not help but look her bañador draped over her chair, the cause of my predicament. "I need your bottom a little higher, can you stand on your toes please." Since all my weight was on the table, I could not get my bottom out of the way, even if I tried. It still felt tender from my previous paddling. As soon as I was high on my toes - Swoosh -- Whack, Swoosh -- Whack, Cecelia delivered two quick cuts to my arse. The initial sting from each cut was deceptive: it did not seem to be very bad. But a couple of seconds latter the real pain set it. I wanted to get my arse out of the firing line, but did not dare. I then felt the cane pressing gently against my balls. She was easing my bottom back so that it stuck out even further. When she was satisfied that my arse was perfectly positioned, she took the cane away. All I could do was wait and look at her bañador as I offered my completely unprotected bottom to her cane. Then Swoosh -- Whack, she landed another stinger. "Micheal, what do you think has most effect, my cane or my paddle?" By now I knew full well that it was her cane. "Your cane, Mistress Cecelia, your cane" I moaned knowing full well that I still had three strokes to receive. "With my paddle, a cushion or air offers some padding." Cecelia advised. "But with my cane, there is no air cushion. Just my cane and your bare bottom." Swoosh -- Whack she landed her fourth stinger. She let me reflect on the complete absence of any padding, as she delivering her final two strokes to my now very contrite bottom. My bottom now felt sorer than after the worst caning I had ever received at school. I stood and turned to face Cecelia. She was completely naked, but all I can remember is how she now held her cane. Her right hand (she was right handed), with which she gripped her end of the cane, was down near her right hip. Her left hand, with which she was now held the cane about 2/3 along it's length, was to the left of her left boob. The upper third, the end with which she had swatted my bottom, was in the air. I desperately wanted to rub my bottom, but knew that if I did this, this would confirm that her caning had hurt. "If you want to be a novio travieso - a naughty boyfriend, I will cane you again" she informed me as she gently flexed her cane. I did not know what to look at - The part of the cane she was flexing, her breasts, of the tip of her cane. I knew that all I had to wear was my tiny g-string, which left my bottom completely bare to that tip if I dared to be a "novio travieso" again. I now knew the Spanish for a naughty boyfriend, as well as knowing that I would prefer to be paddled rather than caned anytime. But I knew the choice would be hers. I was now willing to do anything to avoid another caning, so I offered my self to Cecelia. "I am really sorry for trying on your bañador. I would like to make it up to you. Would you like to fuck again? Your choice of position?" "Would you like to sit down again on my chair, and let me climb on top of you", she said with a wicked smile pointed to the wooden chair with her bañador draped over it. I looked at the chair. The last thing I wanted to do was to sit down, especially on a wooden chair. "Anywhere but there" I pleaded with a kiss. "It is the perfect position for me to ride you. Surely, your bottom is not that sore. I think it is possible that you can still sit," Cecelia declared. "You don't want to be disobedient, do you?" she dared as she flexing her cane again. I knew I had no choice, so I gingerly sat, trying not to wince as I placed my throbbing arse on her hard wooden chair. It was not very comfortable. Cecelia was enjoying being cruel. She straddled me, putting her cunt against my half erect shaft. I knew that as soon as my cock went hard she would ride me. I could see a condom in its packet on the table, so I knew that she would not need to climb off me before she rode me. She ripped the condom out of the pack with her teeth, and then looked me in my eyes, as she waited for my erection. As soon as I was hard, she had my cock clad in her condom. She did not want to mount me completely, but just use my shaft to massage her cunt as she repeatedly lowered her self on to me. I could not rise to meet her; she had complete control over how she fucked me. My cock was just there fully erect, and she was doing with it what she pleased. All I wanted was to feel the warmth of her cunt around my shaft so I would come, but she was not going to let that happen. She wanted to spin me out, so she could enjoy me as long as possible. I could feel my cum inexorably building up in my balls. I was doing all I could to hold out, and she knew it. She sensed that I was completely primed and she just paused. She waited until I was coming before she let herself sink onto my cock. I could not relax in her arms for long. My throbbing arse reminded me that she had first spanked it, then paddled it and finally canned it for me. "Have you had any other naughty boyfriends that you have had to spank or cane?" I asked. "A couple of the young men in town I have had to put over my knee paddle their bare bottom" she told me. "One of them had promised me a nooky if I took him to my hut. He was good looking in just his swim shorts. But when he got here he broke his promise. Unlucky for him, I had my table tennis bat, the one that you found. So I had him take down his swim shorts, and I paddled his bare bottom till it was glowing red. I knew it must have been sore. I told him to come back when he was willing to give me a nooky. I got my cane as a surprise for him again if he ever came back. He hasn't been game. That was a couple of weeks ago" "And then today I met you," Cecelia continued. "When I caught you with my paddle, I realized that you needed to discover what it was like to be paddled. And then, when I caught you wearing my bañador, I knew that I would have to try out my brand new bastón," she told me as she kissed me on my lips "Michael, usted es el primer hombre que he azotado con un bastón" she added in Spanish I knew enough Spanish to know that she was telling me that I was the first man that she had caned. She then looked down at my now limp shaft, and then looked me in the eye. "You had an erección when I was about to cane your naked bottom. You were turned on by it" she proposed. I knew that my cock had completely betrayed me. I kissed her on the lips and said "Si". I realized I was practically asking her for another paddling. "What excites you most, being paddled or being caned?" Cecelia then asked with another kiss. "They both excite me, but I know your cane hurts more" I replied. "Can we talk about something else. I think I am telling you too much." "Did they cane you in school?" Cecelia inquired. I told how I had misbehaved, so that I would be caned by the teachers. And how I earned the awe of my fellow students, by hiding the fact that it hurt. "Michael, I have accomplished something today what your teachers failed to do" Cecelia informed me with a proud smile. "I don't think that I will need to cane you again today. You are now behaving like a perfect angel." I felt relief at hearing this that I kissed her on her neck. "Michael, we can't stay here tonight, but we can't leave now. All you have got to wear is your g-string and the cane marks are much too red." The way my bottom felt, I knew that she was telling the truth. Cecelia Ch. 04 Part 4 - The Beach "Si" Cecelia answered, and took me by my hand and led me back to her bed. She pulled me down on to her bed, kissed me on the lips. "Michael, all I have left is one condom", she advised me. "Once we have used that, we will have to leave. I am not sure that I could trust myself, with you completely naked and no condoms left." I knew that I would have to deny myself as long as possible. All I could think of was to kiss her in four places, and let her enjoy my attention as much as possible. So I snuggled up to her and started to kiss her on her lips; and she started to rub my blazing hindquarter for me. I was content to let her continue as long as she was willing. Little by little, I progressed to her neck, her tits, and then to her cunt. After letting her briefly savor my attention to her love lips, I returned to her lips and resumed where I had first started. I knew that once I was kneeling on the floor with mouth buried between her legs, that's where Cecelia wanted me to stay. And that's where I finished up, with my mouth buried between Cecelia's well spread thighs, and her legs draped over my shoulders. Not only were her thighs well parted, but so were her love lips. However, I could not help but picture that my still smouldering arse was stuck out in a perfect position to be swatted again. To get rid of that thought from my mind, I concentrated on savoring Cecelia's love juices again. So I let my tongue slowly dance over her clit, and then unexpectedly plunge deep inside her love lips. Cecelia's giggles of delight encouraged me to continue. Slowly, the aroma of Cecelia's love juices was getting me aroused The warm bedroom air was stimulating every nerve in my cock. The harder I became, the more my sensitive each nerve in my cock became. I had a full erection on and could do nothing about it. I could feel an orgasm building up in my balls. I stopped my French kissing Cecelia's love lips, but by then it was well too late. I could still smell the aroma of Cecelia's love juices. Cecelia knew what was happening to me as she looked me in the eye. Cecelia was enjoying my attention so we continued for quite a while after that. After we used the last condom, Cecelia left me recovering on her bed. She put on her bañador and disappeared out the door. I knew that it was time to leave when she returned with my g-string. As we walked along the beach I could see in the distance that it was much more crowded. It was late in the afternoon and many of the locals were enjoying the sun. I could feel the gentle sea breeze caressing my skin. The sensation it generated on my arse was far from normal. I could feel a tender strip across the bottom of both cheeks. It must be obvious to the entire world that I had been caned. Everyone who was on beach would see once we had walked past. For a while however, the beach was almost deserted. Almost all Chilean men wear boards shorts at the beach. It is the señorita who wear the g-string and brief bikinis. With Cecelia and me it was the reverse. I was the one in the g-string, and would surely be noticed. We walked along the beach together, hand in hand. But we weren't lovers, Cecelia firm grip reminding me that she was not going to let me escape. Before we reached the crowd, there was a bikini-clad señorita sunning herself on the beach. She noticed us as we approached. She could not have had a better view. I was on perfect display because Cecelia was closest to the water. This bikini-clad señorita watched me as we walked all the way past her. I could not help but imagine what she must be thinking. Just as we were past this bikini-clad señorita I felt two sharp slaps. Cecelia had spanked me once on each cheek. "What was that for" I yelped. "You was perving at that young woman" Cecelia scolded me. Cecelia took me by the hand and continued walking me towards the crowd. With my free hand I rubbed my left cheek. I could feel the heat in the tender strip across my bottom. The red mark must be obvious. As we entered the crowd, two señorita called out Cecelia's name. One was wearing a just a black bikini, and the other had a singlet over her bikini. Cecelia gripped me firmly by the hand as they came over to join us. She introduced me, "Éste es Michael, mi amigo." Her friends names were Isabel and Clara. An animated discussion in Spanish ensued. When I heard Cecelia use the word "coger", which I knew meant fuck, Isabel in the singlet looked me up and down with a satisfied grin. I knew that it was impossible for my g-string to hide what was happening to my cock as blood flooded into it. Isabel then spotted that I had picked up on the words the words "novio travieso" and "bastón". I knew that a full blown erection was inevitable. Isabel could not ignore what was happening under my g-string. Cecelia realized what was happening to me by her amigos captivated grins. She continued with her bold account of what she had done with me. She was showing off what a stud she had found. I could feel the lycra straining to keep my cock covered, but realized the lycra concealed nothing. I felt completely naked. Cecelia was the only cover on the beach. I turned to Cecelia and kissed her on the lips. I knew was playing straight into her hands but it was the only way to hide my erection. She pulled my hips close to hers and held me there. She knew what was about to happen. All I could do was relax in her arms as I creamed my g-string. Cecelia held my g-string so that it would catch every drop of my cum. This was the closest thing to public sex I could imagine. Cecelia had conquered me again, this time publicly on a beach, in front of her amigos. "Honey, I think that it is best that you go for a swim" she whispered in my ear. I knew that she was right. It would be obvious to the world that I had cum into my g-string. As I turned and jogged off into the water, I gave Cecelia and her amigos a first-rate vista of my well-caned arse. I knew that when I left the water Cecelia and her amigos would get another eyeful. My wet g-string would be translucent in the afternoon sun. As I strutted out of the water, I knew I was effectively flaunting my self to Cecelia and her amigos. They all watched grinning as I returned. Isabel in the singlet looked me in the eye and asked "¿Michael, El bastón, cuántos golpea?" She emphasised the word "bastón". Cecelia did not hesitate to translate for her amigo, "The cane, how many strokes?" "Seis" I replied. Her grin broadened.as she responded, "Puedo ver que usted se doblaba encima para conseguir los seises." Cecelia again didn't hesitate to translate her amigo's rude retort, "Isabel say that she can see that you must have been bending over to receive all six strokes." It was only then I realized how much the cane marks revealed. Isabel then asked "¿Michael, puede usted sentarse?" Cecelia swiftly translated her amigo's impolite question. "Isabel would like to know if you can sit down. Should I tell her it is possible, but not comfortably?" I replied "Si" to Cecelia. She obligingly translated my response Isabel. From the smirk on both her amigo's faces, I knew that they were sure to gossip about me. They knew my name and had enough titillating details. Cecelia bid adios her voyeur amigos. As we walked away I knew I could not stop them another eyeful of my well-caned bottom. I was wondering how many other would see that I had been caned. We hadn't stepped more than a few paces, when Cecelia delivered another two swats to my bare behind, one to each cheek. The sound of the slaps was loud enough to turn a few heads. "What was that for?" I yelped. "You know I like to walk closest to the water" Cecelia rebuked. I was closest to the water, which hid me from some of the audience on the beach. As I glanced around, I could see that Isabel and Clara were spectators. They were smirking together as they watched me get spanked in front of their eyes. We resumed our walk along the beach, with Cecelia on the water side. Cecelia had me on public display - Her young stud in an incy-wincy, teni weni g-string. I knew people would be told what I wore. Many might get to be told much more. And my recent swim had not washed away the sex evidence on the front of tiny g-string. As Cecelia walked me along the beach, I wondered how many of the faces that turned and watched would be told. Everyone could see that I was hers for sex. I heard a jogger approach from behind, slow down. After what seemed an eternity, she jogged slowly past and continued along the beach. She was wearing board shorts and a bikini top. My well-caned arse must be glowing like a beacon. We had not walked very far when I recognized the jogger in board shorts again. She was standing with a female friend, both were expectantly watch us approach. Her friend must have been told what to expect. They continued to watch as we walked closer. Cecelia delivered two swats to my bare cheeks. "Michael, I know what you are thinking" Cecelia scolded. We were close enough for them to hear my name. The grin on the faces of these two spectators broadened as they watching my spanking continue. I got three more swats to my bare cheeks. With each swat more heads turned. In a panic, I bolted. I tried sprinting away from her swats. But Cecelia was too quick. The next thing I knew was that I was face down in the water with Cecelia's arms firmly around my thighs. She had brought me down with an almost perfect rugby tackle. Before I had a chance to move she seized the back of my g-string. She maintained her grip while I got up. She was determined not to let me get away. The way in which Cecelia had thwarted my attempt at fleeing had drawn more attention. People were watching to see what would happen next. I knew that I was daring Cecelia if I continued attempting to escape. She would have my flimsy g-string around my ankles in a flash. I knew I had to submit and let Cecelia escort me along the beach. She retained her hold on my g-string. I felt like a sex prisoner under her guard. The beach volleyball court where I had admired the bikini-clad señoritas was near the end of the beach. I could see some señoritas were playing an impromptu game. Two of the six were wearing bikinis. Cecelia steered me towards the game. I could hear the señoritas screaming and laughing as they played their game. My heart raced as we got closer. I knew that I was in for public spanking, one that would distract the señoritas from their game. I was admiring the señorita in the red bikini when I felt Cecelia take hold of my g-string near my right hip with her free hand. I then felt her released her grip on the back of my g-string. "Michael," Cecelia scolded me, "You are ogling the señorita in the bikini." With her newly freed hand Cecelia gave me two swats, one on each cheek. The señorita in the red bikini heard these slaps and turned. "You are very naughty" Cecelia continued her reprimand. Cecelia delivered another six swats to my defenseless bottom, one for each señorita whose gaze was now glued on me. Cecelia had walked me to within about 5 meters from the señoritas when she stopped me with a firm tug on my g-string. They all looked about 18 years old. They all could see that I was completely naked except for my g-string. All were watching to see what my tormentor would do with me next. "He's been ogling you, should I spank him some more" Cecelia called out to the spectators. When I heard a chorus of "Si, Si" reply my heart sank. I stood there and let Cecelia resume swatting of my bottom. If I tried to resist she would strip me naked in a flash. I can remember the sound each of her swats made - The unmistakable clap that bare flesh makes when spanked. Each of the señoritas knew they were watching a bare bottom spanking. Two of the señoritas in singlets started cheering each swat. The señorita in the red bikini could not help herself, she started to giggle. All I could do was stand in front of the señoritas letting Cecelia spank me. If I moved I knew Cecelia would yank my g-string down. My cock would be on public display in an instant. "Run, Michael Run", wickedly dared the señorita in board shorts and bikini top. If I tried I would be stripped naked in an instant. I could not help but focus my attention on the señorita in the red bikini who was watching my chastisement and giggling uncontrollably. She was a particularly fit looking señorita who looked like she she worked out a lot. I could see the sweat glistening on her on her body from the exercise of her recent volley ball game. I felt completely naked in her presence. My damp g-string was clinking to every contour of my cock. My knob would be blatantly evident to her. The sex evidence of my cum stain was there. Suddenly, she stepped forward. "I want to spank you" she declared. I was as stunned at this proposal as her amigos seemed to be. "Bend over" she instructed. All her amigos were giggling. I complied by bending over and grabbed my ankles. Cecelia would have my g-string around my ankles in a instant if I refused. She still held the elastic side of my g-string. Her amigos were silent with anticipation as the señorita in the señorita in the red bikini stepped into a swatting position. Their silence was broken when I felt her first timid smack on my bare bottom. Her amigos started chanting "rápido, rápido, rápido, ..." The señorita in the red bikini became bolder. She gave me several rapid swats, each one more assertive than its predecessor. She could spank really hard. "You can stand up now" the señorita in the red bikini directed. As soon as I complied, she jumped in front of me, and seized both sides of my g-string. Her grip prevented Cecelia from yanking them down. "I'll take you. Your mine." she declared. I could see by the look in her eye that she wanted to have her way with me. Cecelia was furious. If it weren't for the señorita in the red bikini's amigos, a cat fight would have ensued. They moved forward to back up her up. Cecelia was completely outnumbered. This new señorita had taken Cecelia's conquest away from her. Cecelia walked away, leaving me to the señorita in the red bikini.