This story takes place in the same universe as all my other stories. Legal reforms have introduced the Punishment Codes which allow for low level offenses to be punished with embarrassing and painful corporal punishments. Most of my stories are a little darker than this one but don't worry it still has two women being publicly spanked. However, this one is more lighthearted as I explore some things that I think seems logical in this universe: the locale using the public punishments to lure tourists and people who break the law on purpose to experience to punishments.
Clara Riley was having a great time during her weekend holiday to Bright Sky Beach. As the name implied, the weather was almost always cloudless and sunny and the water was clear and bule and the sand was white. It was a little busier than she would have preferred, but she couldn't complain much. Clara and her younger sister Lindsay had chosen this beach for the same reason as everybody else.
Bright Sky Beach had become the mecca for a new type of tourism. The beach had long been a mid-tier spring break and summer vacation spot for college students to party. It was ok, but not many people's first choice to come and make youthful bad decisions. Now, though, this was the place to come if you wanted to watch a regular stream of public punishments.
The legend of Bright Sky Beach was a rumor that had been being passed around the internet for months. It wasn't like the local city council could start advertising that you should come to their beach (and give money to their local hotels and restaurants) because they make it easy to see young, attractive bodies be spanked by the local authorities. Instead it was all word of mouth or rather the language of memes and social media posts that attracted thousands of people to the beach this year.
It had been Lindsay's idea that they take a weekend trip to Bright Sky Beach this summer, just the two of them. Clara had done her research about the beach and immediately knew why it appealed to her sister. The sexual energy of the place was electric.
Lindsay was nineteen and, Clara knew, just discovering how fun it was to be a single, sexy young woman. Clara understood. Now she was a wise twenty-one-year-old, but she had enjoyed her "slut" phase during her first year of college. She had had the same realization when she arrived at university from their small high school. In high school if you thought someone was hot you had to date them and then weather the rapids of sex that was supposed to
mean
something and then if you broke up you risked rumors and you had to see the same guy every day at school. In college, you could just hook up with a guy and, as long as you correctly used a condom, there wasn't near as much risk or drama. The two sisters shared each other's secrets and Clara knew Lindsay was getting up to the same hijinks that she did.
Lindsay might even be getting up to more adventures than Clara. Deep down Clara knew that Lindsay was more attractive as much as something so subjective could be measured. Clara had dark hair and was often described as tiny. She was short just a couple inches over five feet and barely a hundred pounds. Lindsay was taller, with more curves and dirty blonde hair. Clara had never had a problem finding guys, but Lindsay was a boy magnet.
Clara had calmed down some since freshman year and had had a longer-term boyfriend during junior year, but they had broken up when he graduated. That's what made her want to go to Bright Sky Beach. She could see some eye candy during the punishments and then find a hookup from among the throng of guys. She figured that was Lindsay's plan, too.
She knew there was some risk, though. There was always the chance that she could end up being the entertainment for everybody else. There were a lot of warnings from people on social media. The cops were both ubiquitous and strict. They didn't look the other way on
anything.
No underage drinking, no littering, no jaywalking. Nothing that even gave the appearance of breaking the law or you would be hauled into the police station and be in front of a magistrate receiving a sentence for public spanking. Sure, you could ask for a lawyer and drag your feet, but that cost money and time. Most of the people at the beach were young with no money of their own and were from out of town and didn't want to be stuck waiting in jail for a real trial that might result in the same sentence, anyway.
Clara wasn't too worried. She knew how to be careful and she was sure to warn Lindsay, who promised that she'd be careful, too. Clara wasn't sure how serious Lindsay took the warning, joking, "If it happens. We'll be ok. It might even be fun."
Clara had rolled her eyes at what she had thought was an obvious joke. Nobody could actually want to be stripped naked in front of all the beachgoers and beaten. Well, maybe some people would like that, but not Lindsay. She'd never admitted to liking the BDSM stuff. Clara just treated it as an easily avoidable risk of an exciting vacation.
The first day of the vacation had been great! They had arrived on Friday, a little bit past lunch. After getting settled into the hotel room, they had gotten into their bikinis and headed down to the beach.
They spread their towels out on the beach and worked on their tans, chatting about all the hot guys and planning what they were going to do after dinner. An hour later they were roused from their relaxation when all the other sunbathers started to migrate
en masse
a couple hundred yards down the beach. It didn't take long for them to work out what was happening, and they eagerly followed the herd to watch their first punishment.
Three people, a tall guy with long blond hair and an Asian man and woman who seemed like a couple, were standing on a raised wooden platform. They took turns and stepped to the center of the platform and removed all their clothes. Then, one at a time they were ordered to bend over a wooden bench. A masked police officer then slapped their ass with his hand while the crowd cheered.
Clara had to admit that it was hot. The blond guy was chiseled with a six pack and muscular pecs. Listening to him grunt during his punishment stirred something deep inside her that grew even larger when he stood up from the bench and his erect package stood out in front of him. He was forced to remain naked while the couple was punished, so she had plenty of time to admire him even as his erection faded.
When it was all over, the crowd returned to their spots on the beach like it was nothing out of the ordinary. The two sisters were both excited by the spectacle and agreed that that was worth putting up with the extraordinary crowds. They spent the rest of the afternoon going back and forth between their towels, the ocean, and the punishment stage where they watched six more people be spanked before it was time for dinner.
Conversation turned to debating which of the men they'd seen had been was the most attractive. Clara stuck with the first guy they had seen while Lindsay preferred a broad shouldered guy with a dark sleeve of tattoos on one arm. It was good, if not totally clean, fun. Clara knew that she should feel guilty, but she was of the opinion that you didn't come to this beach without fair warning. Even if you didn't know the town's reputation, there were signs posted everywhere and the public punishments were a good warning, too.
After eating, the two girls went to the hotel and got ready to go out to the club. They had found a place that would let Lindsay in the door with only big black Xs on the back of her hands. As they'd hoped, they had had their choice of guys and had had tons of fun on the dance floor. Ultimately, neither of them had hooked up with anybody as they realized how difficult it would be to make the logistics work. They weren't both going to bring a guy home to the hotel room They were open with each other, but not open enough to fuck in the same room. But that meant that they would have to go back to the guy's room and that didn't seem ideal when they had only met the guys tonight. It was one thing if they all went to the same school, but strangers at the beach were different.
Today, though, they hoped that they would figure out a way they could both get their fill of guys. "So, I'm thinking that instead of waiting until tonight, we try to find a guy during the day," Lindsay said.
They were sitting in a busy beachside restaurant on a deck overlooking the ocean. They'd slept in after staying out late the night before, so they were calling their meal brunch, when in fact it was a late lunch.
"I was thinking the same thing. That way one of us can go back to the room and the other one can hang out on the beach," Clara said.
"Great minds think alike," Lindsay confirmed.
"That's what Kris and I did spring break, um, sophomore year, I think," Clara said referencing a friend from school.
"It just seems safer when it's daylight."
"Agreed," Clara said, "So what's your strategy. There was a surprising lack of flirting on the beach, yesterday."
"Yeah, I thought guys would be all over us, yesterday. They were at the club," Lindsay said.
"I'm sure you can take it into your own hands," Clara said.
Lindsay laughed and paused, embarrassed as the waitress delivered their meals. When they could talk privately again, she continued "What am I supposed to do? I'm a hot girl at the beach the surfer dudes are supposed to talk to me."
Clara laughed, "I'm sure you have some experience."
Lindsay smiled and put on a joking whine, "But there's so much other competition."
"That's true. I'm sorry it's so hard for you."
Lindsay continued to put on a fake frown, "You know who has it easy?"
"Who?" Clara asked, playing along.
"The people getting spanked!" Lindsay answered.
Clara laughed at the joke.
"They get free advertisement. Everyone gets to see what they're packing and I know that I want to go take care of a guy after he's spanked. I could soothe his ass and when he's ready we could fuck. It'd be great. I don't even have to risk not liking what I see when we get to bed cause I've already seen it."
Clara just kept giggling, poking at her salad, as her sister continued with the bit.
"I bet it's the same for the women getting spanked. Guys are probably all over them when they get back to the beach."
"You're forgetting about the spanking. You're not going to be into fucking after that. Plus, it's not like you walk straight down to the beach when you're done. They probably take you back to the station or something."
"Eh, spanking can be fun."
"Wow, if that's your plan, please don't include me in it. I'll find a guy the old-fashioned way."
"Come on! You've never had a guy spank that ass?" Lindsay pushed.
"No! Definitely not like that!" Clara answered, looking around trying to make sure that nobody was eavesdropping.
"Well, I've never had it like that, but I don't think it would
necessarily
mean I don't want sex afterward," Lindsay said.
"Oh my god! Please don't tell me that's your actual plan. You must be joking," Clara said.
"Well, you know, maybe . . ."
Clara thought she was joking, but now she was wondering if that was true. Her mind raced back Lindsay's comment when she'd been warned about the overzealous police.
"It might not be the worst idea," Lindsay continued, "A spanking isn't so bad."
Clara just stared at her, narrowing her eyes.
Lindsay returned the stare for a few seconds and then cracked a smile, "Fine. Fine. I think I had you convinced that I was thinking about it."
"I just don't know what to think about you. You're wild sometimes," Clara answered with a laugh, "Way wilder than I ever was."
"I think that's a lie."
"I never had that wild of an idea."
"Oh, come on! That wasn't that crazy. And you had that threesome one time."
"Lindsay," Clara hissed, "We're in public."
"Relax," Lindsay said, "Threesomes are pretty wild, though. I haven't done that, yet."
Clara raised an eyebrow, "They're not
that
wild. We were consenting, at least."
