A girl sunbathes in the wrong place
By Paul Tecres
My name is Lacey, and this is the story of how my life changed drastically one summer day. It was mid-July and very hot that day. Just a couple of months earlier, I had both turned eighteen years old and graduated high school. Prior to that day, I gave my parents a lot of grief. I was not always the most well-behaved daughter.
My penchant for back-talk had only gotten worse as I got older. Plus, I would get into mischief here and there. I never had any run-ins with the police, but I didn’t care too much. Before I was eighteen, I would have been a juvenile offender, and would have gotten an easy sentence for the things I did. The events of that day straightened me out, though. I guess I’m the type of person who has to learn the hard way.
We had a neighbor in our subdivision whom I knew as Mr Drayman. He had a nice two-story house at the end of a cross street near us. It was a short walk from where I lived. He had a fenced-in backyard with a pool, and a nice outdoor deck. I had the desire to work on my tan that day.
I knew that Mr Drayman worked fairly long hours. He didn’t usually get home until after 5.00 pm, and sometimes he worked as late as 7.00. Added bonus was that his was the only house at the end of that street. The house was surrounded by vacant lots on either side, so nobody would see me come and go.
I set out at 11.00 that morning with just a small backpack, a bikini, and flip-flops. Another thing that had irked my parents was the way I was too comfortable showing off my body. I didn’t mind walking through the neighborhood in just a bikini. I was tall, slender and athletically toned. I didn’t feel the need for modesty.
I walked to Mr Drayman’s house and went around to the back gate. It was locked, but that wasn’t quite enough to keep me out. He had a garden hose reel that was built into a very sturdy box, right next to the fence. It provided me with an easy boost, and my natural flexibility from practicing yoga helped as well. I was over the fence and in the back yard in no time. He had two big lounge chairs, and an outdoor table at the end of the pool closest to the gate. I walked over and set my backpack down on the table. I had applied suntan lotion before I left the house, so that part was already done. I took out my phone and my wireless earbuds. I set two alarms on the phone. The first was for 1.00 to remind me to re-apply the suntan lotion. The second one was for 3.00, at which point I’d leave to go home.
I planned on doing a little sunbathing, then taking a dip in the pool before I left. I put the earbuds in and started my first playlist. This was a short one, about twenty-five minutes long. At the end of it, I would flip over and lie on my stomach, then start another playlist of about the same length.
I lay down in the lounge chair and closed my eyes. I got through two songs on the playlist. As the second one was fading out, I heard someone call my name. I opened my eyes. I looked up and saw Mr Drayman standing at the foot of the lounge chair with a scowl on his face. I took out the earbuds.
“Lacey, what are you doing here?” he asked.
I panicked when I tried to answer and all I could get out was, “I, um, I was, I was getting a tan.”
He looked at me with great disappointment in his expression. I would come to find out that he’d had a rare chance that day to leave work very early.
“How did you get in here?”
“I, uh, climbed the fence.”
“You know that’s illegal, right? You’ve heard the term ‘breaking and entering’ before?”
“Um, yes, yes sir.”
“Maybe you didn’t notice the security camera I have installed near the gate either?”
I answered him honestly. “No sir.”
I wanted to get up and run, but I noticed that he was holding my flip flops in his hand. Running barefoot across hot pavement in Florida summer heat seemed like an unwise decision, and I had already made enough of those.
“Get your things and come inside,” he said that in a way that made it clear this was not a request.
I paused the music, put my phone and earbuds in my backpack and followed him through the back door and into the kitchen. He pulled out a chair at the table.
“You can have a seat while you wait for the police to arrive. I’m going to give them a call right now.”
Thoughts started racing through my mind. I was eighteen now, which meant I’d be treated as an adult. Breaking and entering carried a pretty long jail sentence too. I couldn’t stand the thought of jail. I began to plead with him.
“Please don’t call the police, Mr Drayman. I’ll do anything.”
“Everyone has to face the consequences of their actions.”
“Please, there has to be some other way we could handle this.”
He paused for a moment, and looked as if he were contemplating something.
“There is something else we could do, but you’re not going to like it.”
“Anything to avoid the police.”
“You’d have to do everything I tell you to do, exactly. Could you handle that?”
I thought I knew what his intent was. It turned out that he and I had very different ideas. I decided that I would cooperate fully since I had gotten myself into this situation, and I really wanted to avoid being arrested.
“Yes sir. Anything you say.”
He pulled the chair to the side, and set one of my flip flops on it, then he began his instructions.
“Bend all the way over the table, reach out and grab the other side with both hands. Don’t let go until I tell you to.”
I complied, but this wasn’t quite what I had expected.
“Mr Drayman, what are you going to do?”
“Something I think your parents should have done a long time ago.”
I felt my flip flop tap a couple of times right on the lower part of my butt;.the sit-spot as some like to call it. Then my brain finally processed what was happening. I hadn’t been spanked since I was probably eight or nine years old. Was that really about to happen, I thought to myself?
Suddenly, my fears were confirmed by the first hard swat. It carried quite a vicious sting. The swatting continued with each one about two to three seconds apart, and I screamed out.
He continued without mercy. After a few in the middle, he laid a few hard swats on the left cheek, then a few on the right, then back to the middle again. He repeated this pattern a couple of times. I lost count, but there had to have been at least twenty swats, maybe more.
Finally, he stopped and I wanted nothing more than to reach back and rub my sore bottom. I had forgotten the last part of his instructions for a moment. I let go of the table edge, and started to stand up. Before I could push myself up, though, I felt a solid whack across my backside and I yelled out.
“Lacey, I told you to hold on to the table until I said to let go. Get back in position.”
I did as I was told, both hands grasping the edge of the table once again.
“I need to be sure that you’ve learned from this experience, so there’s going to be ten more.”
I braced for impact. He delivered the next ten more slowly, waiting probably five to seven seconds between. He also swung harder as if to ensure that he was making his point. And he was. Loud and clear. Finally, I heard the words I had been waiting for.
“Alright Lacey, you can get up now.”
I stood up slowly and rubbed my burning backside. He handed my flip flops back and I put them on. I apologized for hopping his fence, and picked up my backpack. He showed me to the door.
I walked back home, feeling humbled by the experience. When I arrived, my mom had returned from errands that she had run that day. We exchanged greetings in a friendly manner, even though I could tell that she did not approve of my attire.
I put my backpack down, and went towards the kitchen to get myself a drink. I was so thirsty at that point. That’s when mom noticed the red spots in the areas that my bikini bottoms weren’t covering. She asked what had happened. I knew there was no point in trying to pass it off as a sunburn, so I told her the complete truth. What I had done, getting caught, what Mr Drayman did as an alternative to having me arrested. Mom’s face seemed to light up with an epiphany at that moment.
She made two big decisions right there and then. First, she decided that corporal punishment would be re-instituted in our home. Her second decision served as a real catalyst for change in my behavior and my attitude. She decided to show me beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was serious. Before I knew it, I was bent over mom’s lap.
She pulled my bikini bottoms down and her hand rained down swats on my already sore backside. She went non-stop for a solid three minutes.
She paused briefly to say, “I hope my point is getting across, dear.”
“Yes ma’am,” I replied through tears.
She then started again and went on spanking me for at least another two minutes. I sobbed loudly, and made blubbering apologies for my behavior and lack of respect toward her and dad.
When she finally finished the spanking, she wanted to ensure the lesson sunk in. She had me stand in a corner in the living room for ten minutes with my hands on the back of my head, and my bikini bottoms around my knees. My crimson backside on display for anyone in the room to see. Thankfully, no one else was there at the time, and I prayed that my dad didn’t come home from work early.
That evening, I hugged both my parents, and apologized to them. It seemed strange to me at the time, but I even thanked mom for the discipline she’d delivered earlier. From that point forward, I would be a much better daughter. The strained relationship I’d had with them during my teens would be repaired.
Later that night, I sat down at my desk with two pillows stacked on my chair. I wrote Mr Drayman a proper apology letter. I hand delivered it to him the next day. He thanked me and told me he was proud of me. He said he was impressed with the way I owned my mistakes and faced the consequences. Also, that he appreciated my effort to make things right.
He owned a successful industrial equipment business, and it turned out that he had an opening for some office help. So, he gave me my first full-time job. I’ve learned a lot working for him. I now serve as office manager for his company.
I’ve never been someone who likes being spanked, but I can honestly say that I’m grateful for both of the spankings I got that day. They helped make me who I am now.
© Paul Tecres 2022