I had an unexpected day off and seeing the weather was quite good I'd shot down to one of the local beaches for a bit of relaxation. Being the middle of the week there weren't many people around but that didn't worry me. I got in a bit of exercise swimming and just relaxed.
For some reason or other the people who were at the beach all just seemed to drift away until the only people left were a group of five girls and myself. Oddly enough I found that I knew the five girls. Only casually, but I did know their names at a minimum.
I'd give their average age as about twenty and they were all reasonably pretty and quite nubile, as young women of that age tend to be. I'd never actually dated any of them, just run into them at various places when out and about. Perhaps it wasn't so odd that I should know them; it was a local beach and they all lived in the general area.
I wasn't on the prowl so I generally just ignored them, but it just so happens that I do have exceptionally good hearing. Or perhaps the girls were talking a bit loudly.
It quickly became obvious that there was a bit of a tiff going on, with four of the girls ganged up against the fifth. To be really accurate, I'd have to save that the one girl was having a go at the four, putting them down and making nasty insinuations, practically gloating over her own righteousness.
I'm sure you've all met that type of person, superior and smug, knowing that they're better than you and quite ready to make sure that you know it too.
From the various comments I heard, Michelle, the saint, was sneering at the others for not being virgins. At age twenty I would have been surprised if they were. Apparently Michelle was still a virgin, or so she claimed. She put it down to strong moral fibre and a proper sense of what was right. The others seemed to put it down to the fact that she was either a frigid bitch or a lesbian, opinion being evenly divided.
Michelle eventually went in for a swim, leaving the other fulminating about her. There was a comment about the lack of sharks and such when they were required and a few other remarks of this type. The comments were ended by the devout wish that Michelle would have an unhappy encounter with a gang of drunken sailors. Large, randy drunken sailors.
One of the girls suddenly spotted me relaxing enjoying the sunshine and the conversation and she turned on me, happy to have a new target that would let her work off some of her bad humour.
"What are you sniggering about?" she demanded.
In my own defence I would like to point out that I don't snigger. I may have been smiling at their little spat, but I was not sniggering.
"I'm just feeling amused by your naivety," I said casually. "May I point out that the only proof you have of Michelle's virginity is her word for it. Even if your solution of a gang of drunken sailors meeting her some dark night came true, how would you know? Do you really expect her to front up to you and say that while she was visiting Snow White, the seven dwarves came home drunk and had their wicked way with her?
You'll find that Michelle could get raped on a nightly basis for a month but she'd never admit it and she'd deny it if asked. The only way you would find out is to have a witness.
And before you ask, the answer is no, I don't know if she's a virgin or not. For that matter, I only have Michelle's word for it that none of you are virgins, although I am willing to find out."
"And just how would you expect to find out if any of us are virgins or not?" snapped one of the girls, and then blushed at the pointed look I gave her.
What a dumb question. My investigation would very quickly prove that they weren't virgins, even if they had been before I started investigating.
About then the girls went into a huddle. One of them had apparently had an idea and they were discussing it. There was a fair bit of giggling and a few surreptitious glances in my direction. I was suspicious. When girls get their heads together like that a wise man departs. So, I'm not wise and I am curious. I stayed and waited.
Finally the girls reached a decision and turned back to me. They didn't beat around the bush. Apparently they were a lot angrier and even more upset about Michelle than I had realised, and they quite frankly wanted blood.
"How would you like to test Michelle's virginity," one of the girls asked me. Sandra was her name if I remembered correctly.
I blinked at that.
"Let's be blunt," I said. "You're suggesting that I rape Michelle. Why on earth makes you think I'd want to do that. I could get into real trouble doing that sort of thing."
I knew why I would like to have some private time with Michelle. She was a honey with a very nice figure. But why would the others think I'd rape her just because they asked me to. And what was the logic behind their asking?
The girls were quick to justify themselves. They'd obviously put some thought into it. The basic reason behind wanting Michelle to have sex (rape optional) was to get her off their backs. She was constantly making snide remarks about loose living women, no better than they ought to be.
If Michelle lost her virginity she'd have to shut up about it. (Not that sort of woman, in my opinion. She'd just find another point of superiority to flaunt.) They said she probably wouldn't report it, as I'd pointed out earlier. She wasn't the sort of person to tell anyone that she'd been raped. She'd just keep her mouth shut and hope the rapist would as well. If she did hint that she was going to report it, the girls would all be willing to testify that she'd been willing.
It was the last bit that the girls were insistent on.
"We want to watch and see her get fucked," Sandra said. "Then she can't pretend it didn't happen. We want to hear her squeal as she gets shafted."
"Well," I said. "I think it's a rotten idea and you all deserve a good spanking. And probably a good bonking to go with the spanking, just to drive home the lesson.
So, as long as you understand that as a penalty I am going to visit each of you sometime over the next week or so to deliver your spanking and a good bonking, I suppose I could start off by giving the same to Michelle. Then you'll know what to expect when I come visiting.
Deal?"
The girls went into a huddle again. While they were all in favour of Michelle receiving a spanking and then being ravished they weren't quite so hot on the idea of themselves having to undergo the same.
It turned out that Michelle had really got up their collective noses and they were out for blood and were quite willing to pay the cost. They accepted my terms so I pushed them a little harder, seeing if they'd back off.
"I want something as a show of good faith," I told them. "Why don't the four of you take of your bikinis and pose for me for a moment. There's no need to be embarrassed as I'll see it all anyway when I come to visit you."
The girls looked at each other and back to me. Then Sandra shrugged and whipped off her top. A quick push downwards and she was naked and laughing at me. The other girls giggled and quickly shed their bikinis, leaving me admiring four naked smiling lovelies.
Their smiles sort of faded when I lifted my phone and started taking a series of quick photos.
"Wait a minute," Sandra snapped. "You didn't say anything about photos."
"Don't worry about them," I told her. "When I visit you, you can delete your photo from my phone. This way I have something that tends to say that you will honour your word."
"How do we know you won't put them on the internet?" came a nervous question.
"Enlightened self-interest," I replied. "If I was silly enough to put these up on the 'net, there's no way you're going to agree to my coming around. You're more likely to come around and use a shotgun to explain to me the error of my ways.
It looks as though Michelle is heading back in this direction," I added. "Are you going to put your bikinis back on, or leave them off and shock her?"
The answer was immediate and unanimous. Sandra summed it up.
"Screw her. Let her be shocked."
Michelle came barging up, looking self-important and sure of herself.
She faltered a little when it dawned on her that the other girls were standing around a man, each one of them (except me) stark naked.
"What's going on?" she demanded. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Ah, Michelle," I said. "Glad you could join us. The girls came to me with a little problem and I offered to help them out. This," I added, waving at the lovelies standing around, "is just a spontaneous show of appreciation for the help I offered.
It appears that you've been giving the girls a hard time so I offered to spank you for them. Just to let you know that you should be a bit politer."
I silenced with a cold look a couple of the girls who'd been about to pipe up with something I was fairly sure I didn't want them to say. Meanwhile Michelle was spluttering.
"I've been giving them a hard time?" she yelled. Before she could continue I butted in.
"And I'm sure you're sorry for it now. However, I did promise the girls I'd give your tail a bit of a paddling so I'm sort of stuck with that promise."
Michelle was preparing to back off and go elsewhere but the other girls had already closed around her. I was still sitting on my towel and Michelle was standing next to me. She was too busy glaring at the others to notice when I hooked my leg behind her knees and tugged sharply.
With her knees suddenly collapsing under her, Michelle had no way to go but down. It didn't take much effort for me to guide her fall so that she finished up sprawled face down across my lap. She scrabbled in the sand, trying to get her hands and feet under her, but my hand in the middle of her back kept her pinned there.
"You'll have to excuse me," I told her, as I swiftly pulled down the bottom of her bikini. "It's just that I think a paddling should always be done on a bare bottom. Even if that bottom is one as pretty as yours."
With that I delivered a healthy spank to that pretty bottom. Then I paused, considering the situation.
