We were in holiday on the south coast of England and had a great few days in Brighton in a gorgeous hotel with another 4 couples.
Couples we did not know but had the same community beliefs as us.
We had to be careful outdoors that we used an area set aside for nude bathing so as not to break any local or national laws, we girls just went topless and kept our pants on.
The beach was just pebbles of all shapes and sizes and so smooth with the rubbing of the see, not unlike the four pairs of tits we had on display, all smooth yet all sorts of shapes and sizes.
Our hotel was of a bygone age and we all had luxury suites on the same floor in the Victorian style.
The evenings were somewhat different from the beach in respect of us girls were all naked most of the time, only in the rooms though, we wore our gowns when swapping rooms by using the hotel corridor.
Not that we were all goody goodies but our lifestyle dictates respect, politeness and keeping to all rules and laws.
The Sirs stayed in their rooms and we slaves spent 30 minutes or so with each and picked a playing card, one to four, for whose room we stayed in until midnight, then back to our Sirs.
The same process on the second night but the girls stayed in their rooms.
All i will say is each Sir had a different take on our lifestyle and nothing more severe than a spanking, but i will perhaps leave that series of events within the walls of the old hotel.
We had a little work to do whilst on holiday, various new ideas and systems to try but had plenty of time for pleasures too.
Plenty of secluded beaches with two new meets felt right somehow the girls were very sweet and the boys nicely sized and generous with their staying power.
We swam, made sand castles, swapped, ate and enjoyed the morning`s slightly cooler weather.
Marc noticed one of the Sirs spanked in a backhanded style and spent our evening perfecting it, all over my body, it stung like a whip yet warmed like an oven.
It was our first Wednesday and we were having dinner in a local beach front restaurant when Marc asked if i would be up for an evening out tomorrow night at a specialist slave auction, but helping and not being sold as i had had my collarbone broken a few weeks before and he thought it wise for me to help and not used?
If he was for it by asking me i would have never ever have refused.
We made special holiday love on the way home, twice, between the many sand dunes Cornwall has in abundance and the gorgeous evening sunset.
I knew that Thursday evening was the setting of the auction as my pillows were set for a caning.
No belting but the offer of a pre, backhanded spanking.
Only 10 stripes from the whippy rattan which folds round the inside of my case!
Got another otk traditional spanking in the afternoon for not eating all my lunch, it was like i got growing up at home again!
We followed the sat nav to rowing club aside another stunning bay.
I sat in the car as Marc went in, he came out with other Sirs and we girls were led inside.
Got to say all the Sirs looked real young gentlemen and the girls beautifully turned out.
We were shown to a changing room used by the lady members but instead of being left alone, we were all undressed by our Sirs, i could not help an eye closing cum.
The first girl, maybe a little older than me was stripped naked.
34B maybe with a small black tuft.
One naked he slapped and squeezed her nipples and 3 fingered her to tippy toes, she had number 1 pained on each tit with kids paint.
Then she went to each Sir for inspection, a slap, a squeeze a poke the knelt by her Sir.
This set the trend and all the girls in turn followed suit.
The last girl had a clit ring and nipple rings, not to every ones liking but it was her Sirs choice.
Number 9 was maybe 19/20 and as skinny as me 30+ tight titties close to her body like apples on a tree.
Her nipples were huge, we call then pinkie nipples as once extended were the size of your pinkie finger to the first joint.