Toby at the Beach - Part 1

“Toby…! Come over here right now!” a woman’s voice could be heard calling out across the crowded beach.

A boy, her son, who can’t have been more than fourteen years old, was kneeling in the sand. He looked up and turned his head in his mum’s direction. Toby had been playing happily on the sandy beach and like most boys his age, would have much preferred to continue playing. As well as enjoying himself on the beach, from time to time Toby would go and splash about in the sea to cool off, so when he was called Toby was flecked with sand. He was wearing a lovely bright pair of orange and yellow coloured speedos, the cord of which was knotted and the ends of which hung over the front of the boy-trunks. Toby stood up and called back:

“Please, mum… just another five minutes…”

“That’s what you said half-an-hour ago… you’d better get a move on if you want your ice-cream before we go home.”

Reluctantly Toby walked back to where his mum was sat on a beach towel.

“You need a rinse before we go for your ice-cream… and so do these swim-trunks,” mum said matter-of-factly as she knelt up in front of Toby. “Look at you… covered in sand!” Her hands came up to the knotted cord of her son’s speedos. Mum’s intention was clear. She was about to loosen and pull down Toby’s swim-trunks.

A shocked Toby realised what was happening in an instant: “MUM!! NOT HERE!! PLEASE…!”

“Don’t be silly darling, I don’t think anyone here is bothered about seeing your bare bottom… you’re becoming far to modest lately… I can’t think what’s got into you.”

“BUT MUM… PLEASE… I’LL BE ALL BARE IF YOU TAKE OFF MY TRUNKS!” Toby pleaded with his mum, but this had no effect on her and she proceeded to untie the knot.

“PLEASE MUM… I’m fourteen now… Please don’t take my trunks off… not here on the beach in front of everyone… EVERYONE WILL SEE ME ALL BARE!” Toby pleaded anxiously as his voice climbed an octave higher.

One could almost start to feel sorry for a boy in Toby’s position. It must have been awful for him to be made to stand still on a crowded beach while mum prepared to take down his swim-trunks. Toby must have been aware of the casual glances of curious sunbathers nearby as  his very public humiliation unfolded. Mum finished untying the knot and pulled Toby’s trunks loose enough for her to push her fingers inside. Then she tugged her son’s trunks down far enough at the front so those who were close enough could see that Toby, even though he’d told anyone listening he was fourteen years old, was still smooth and hairless where it mattered to boys of his age. Poor Toby was as bald as a billiard ball and as his boyhood was fully revealed, those watching must have wondered if this was why mum had absolutely no compunction in taking off her son’s swim-trunks on the public beach.

But whereas Toby was without doubt, demonstrably perfectly hairless, he was however possessed of a perfectly magnificent penis. Toby’s appendage, as it bobbed into view, was perfectly proportioned in length and thickness, the foreskin was neither too long nor too short; long enough to completely cover the glans and loose enough to be rolled back over the nob when required. Toby’s testicles too were nicely well developed. Hanging loosely in the wrinkled folds of their scrotal sac, one slightly lower than the other. There could be little doubt that if Toby masturbated he would be capable of full ejaculation.

Mum lugged the red and yellow swim-trunks down past Toby’s knees as he protested thereby drawing even more attention from holidaymakers nearby.

“MUM!! PLEEEASE!! NOT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!! PLEEEASE!!”

Mum's response to this nonsense was to give Toby’s bare thighs a couple of sharp hand-smacks.

“OWW!!” was the predictable response from the boy with everything on display. Mum’s smacks caused a few mirthful smirks from Toby’s growing audience. Curious holidaymakers watched as Toby’s penis and ball-sac flopped about. Toby’s penis actually bounced up and slapped against his tummy as he twisted to avoid any more of mum’s well-placed hand-smacks.

“Toby, stand still!!” mum ordered as she pushed her son’s swim-trunks all the way down to his ankles.

Even though he was for all intents and purposes quite nude, Toby still struggled, anxiously pleading with his mother to spare him his ordeal. An ordeal he was making worse by the second, but which his audience was enjoying immensely.

“That’s enough of this nonsense, Toby! What will everyone think?!” Mum continued to scold Toby as she struggled to unhook Toby’s swim-trunks from his ankles. Then Toby lost his balance and fell, squirming into the sand. Mum was furious and she didn’t care who knew it.

“GET UP… GET UP THIS MINUTE!!!”

The holidaymakers couldn’t but notice mum how was reaching into her beach-bag…

“I’ve a good mind to spank your naughty bottom…” she said as she rummaged in the bag.

Toby was horrified. He scrambled about and got himself to his feet. Toby was covered in more sand than ever. His swim-trunks were still attached to one ankle and they too had yet more sand stuck to them. All thoughts of his public nudity appeared to have left Toby’s mind as he hobbled about trying to please mum by taking off his trunks himself.

Toby’s antics caused a ripple of laughter as he hopped from one foot to another and tried to grab hold of his trunks. Toby’s big hairless penis flopped about and bounced this way and that as he desperately tried to please his mum and so avoid the need for a spanking.

Finally Toby managed to unhook his swim-trunks and held then out at arm’s length.

“Here they are, mum… here they are... look mum I’ve taken off my swim-trunks for you…” Toby said. His desperation was palpable.

But it was too little… and too late. Mum produced a small, but nonetheless formidable looking leather strap from her beach-bag.

“OH NO!! PLEASE MUM!!! PLEASE!! PLEASE DON’T SPANK ME!!!” Toby cried.

“Toby, I’ve had just about enough of your behaviour… now stand up straight…”

Then it dawned on the audience watching the developing proceedings that mum was going to spank Toby as he stood upright!

Mum took a firm hold of Toby’s left arm and without further ado proceeded to whack her son’s bottom cheeks with her strap. Each time Toby’s bare bottom was walloped by mum’s leather strap his hips jerked forward causing his penis to bounce and jiggle about to the amusement of the onlookers.

It wasn’t only his bare bottom that received the attentions of mum’s strap, but Toby’s thighs too… back and front! Toby was bawling his head off at this point and who could blame him? The noise he made could be heard for quite a distance along the beach and people yards away could be seen to turn their heads find out where all the noise was coming from.

Toby’s face was a picture. Tears and snot streamed down his bright red face as he gasped and yelled. After each smack of mum’s strap Toby squeezed his eyes tight shut as if absorbing the painful sting... until the next thwack of the strap when his eyes would suddenly open so wide in shock they looked as if they would pop right out.

All the time this was happening Toby twisted and wriggled his bare body about, but this didn’t seem to bother mum one little bit... she always made sure each and every one of the strokes counted. Before long Toby’s bottom was blisteringly red-hot and his thighs were fire-engine red. His big smooth penis was bouncing and waggling about so much that, to everyone’s amazement, it started to look as if it was getting stiff. A few more waggles and there was no doubt about it… Toby was getting an erection right there on the beach in front of everyone!

By the time mum put the leather strap back in her bag, Toby’s penis was pointing skywards, fully erect. Toby’s shoulders heaved as tears ran down his face and dripped from his chin. As he rubbed his sore bottom and did a little dance, mum left him in full view of all the holidaymakers who’d been watching a very special ‘seaside show’, as one of the mums nearby was heard to call it. While Toby tried his best to put on a brave face after his spanking, mum gathered up her beach towel, sun-cream, magazines and all the other bits and pieces she and Toby had brought with them and put it all into a large beach bag. Then she picked up Toby’s swim-trunks and popped them into the bag as well! She turned to her naked son.

“Come along, Toby… and you can help mummy by bringing the beach bag with you.”

Gingerly Toby walked over to the side of the big beach bag. He wasn’t at all happy. Freshly spanked in public, no longer wearing his swim-trunks… or anything else! With the prospect of a long walk up the beach in the nude to the ice-cream kiosk on the seafront ahead of him, how could Toby possibly be happy?

“Mum…” Toby said in his most contrite voice, “Please can I have my swim-trunks back?”

Mum, who had walked on while her son shilly-shallied by the beach bag, turned: “Your swim-trunks are full of sand and need to be properly rinsed… that’s why they had to be taken off… the sand will go everywhere if I let you wear them…”

“... but, mum, I haven’t got anything on…” Toby whined.

“I can see that, Toby… but what’s there to get upset about… there are lots of young boys playing on the beach without any swim-trunks on and it doesn’t bother them…”

Toby swung his arm out in the direction on a group of boys playing in pools of water left by the receding tide, “... but, mum… they’re much younger than me… I was over there and one of the boys is… it’s his birthday… he’s only six…. Oh, please, mum…”

“I don’t see that makes the slightest difference, Toby… now will you hurry up and get a move on!”

You’d of had to have a heart of stone not to feel sorry for Toby as he grabbed the handles of the beach bag using both hands. He set off after mum as he lugged the bag awkwardly.

“... and will you please do something about Mr Winky… I can see his pink head peeking out from here,” mum said embarrassing Toby even further… if that was possible!

What mum meant of course, was that Toby’s foreskin was almost fully retracted due to his erection. It was bad enough for mum to mention these things in public, but what made it worse for Toby was the infantile language mum used. He gasped at the unfairness of it all and blew his cheeks out… as if he had any control over these matters, but fortunately for Toby his penis did slowly soften to the point at which it was merely pointing the way forward... when it wasn’t waggling from side to side!

Toby groaned and muttered under his breath and struggled to keep up with mum as they walked towards the esplanade where the ice-cream parlour was sited. Just before the esplanade were some open-air showers for holidaymakers to rinse off after they’d been swimming. A small group of boys, who appeared to be slightly younger than Toby, were larking about under the shower spray. Toby could see they were all wearing swim-trunks so he swung mum’s beach bag round and held it so the boys couldn’t see he was totally bare. Unfortunately his stratagem failed when mum called out for Toby to put her beach bag down and to go and rinse off under the shower.

Toby clung on to the beach bag, all that lay between him and certain humiliation at the shower stand. “I can rinse off later, mum,” Toby said, trying to sound as if it didn’t matter, but mum simply repeated herself and told Toby to go and rinse off. Her tone was more measured this time, which should have been a warning for Toby not to push his luck… such that it was.

“But, mum… the shower’s busy… those boys are using it...”

“Toby, we are not leaving this beach until every grain of sand is rinsed from your body… DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”

This was enough to get the message through to Toby… and to frighten Mr Winky! Toby’s penis became completely flaccid once more.

“... and if I have any more nonsense from you,” mum continued, “your bottom will feel another dose of my little strap… do you understand, Toby?”

“Yes, mum,” Toby understood alright and he put down the beach bag.

It took no more than a split second for the boys playing about under the shower to see that Toby, walking towards them, was completely and utterly bare-nude. Another split second and the teasing chants started: “NUDIE!! NUDIE!! WHAT’S YOUR NAME… NUDIE?! LOST YOUR TRUNKS NUDIE?! NUDIE!! NUDIE!!”

Toby glanced up at mum, but it was no use. Mum wasn’t about to change her mind just because some boys were teasing him, so Toby continued walking until he was standing next to the shower. The gaggle of boys looked Toby over. One of them saw the tell-tale signs of a spanking on Toby’s bare bottom.

“WOW! Was that you we could hear?” one of the boys asked. Toby nodded. “What happened to your trunks?”

“Mum put them in the beach bag…”

“Aww… that sucks,” the boy replied.

“From the back it looks like you’re wearing a pair of red swim-trunks,” another of the boys observed.

Toby felt a hand on his bottom. It was the first boy, “WOW! You’re bum’s still mega-hot!! That was some spanking… what did she use?”

Toby explained that mum kept a short leather strap in a tote-bag, but she also had a paddle.

“Wouldn’t catch me walking about in the nude…” a third boy announced.

“I don’t suppose he wants to… his mum took them, stupid,” the first boy said, leaping to Toby’s defence.

While this was going on, Toby managed to maneuver himself under the shower rose and rinse himself as best he could. The first boy, who Toby realised was the ringleader of the group of boys, whispered into Toby’s ear: “You wanking yet?”

Toby was affronted: “Course I am… what’s it to you, anyway?”

“Just thought I’d ask… er, but we meet… sort of club… and, you know… do it… wank.”

Toby’s immediate reaction was to glance back over his shoulder to see if his mum looked as if she thought he was up to something. As far as he could tell, she didn’t.

“... it’s a sort of wanking club,” the boy was explaining as Toby carried on rinsing himself, “... thought you might want to join in… y’know… have a wank with us…”

Toby was intrigued. Nobody had ever invited him to join their wanking club… or a club of any sort, come to that. He agreed to meet the boys, thrilled by this turn of events.

The boy pushed his thumbs into the front of his swim-trunks. He looked at Toby, “I’ve got some hairs… d’ya wanna see them? None of the others have got any yet,” he explained proudly. Toby nodded and the boy pushed his thumbs deeper into his trunks, pulling them down to reveal some short wispy boy-hairs.

“There aren’t many,” Toby said as he peered at the almost translucent hairs.

“... more than you’ve got,” the boy retorted and pulled his thumbs back out of his trunks.

“Mum’s waiting… got to go,” Toby said after getting directions to the boys’ secret hideout.

“It looked as though you made friends with those boys,” mum said when Toby rejoined her again, “You certainly look a bit happier than you were a few moments ago.”

Toby picked up the beach bag again.

“What were you two boys talking about?” mum asked.

Toby knew better than to lie to mum, besides he was sure she’d seen the boy pull down the front of his swim-trunks. “He showed me his hairs,” Toby answered truthfully.

“I suppose he teased you for not having any?”

Toby winced. He hated any talk about ‘boy stuff’.

“I don’t understand why boys get so obsessed over such silly things,” mum said, ignoring Toby’s obvious discomfort, “You can’t do anything about it, Toby. One day you’ll look back and wonder why you made such a fuss about a few little hairs…”

“... but I’m not making a fuss, mum… he just showed me his hairs, that’s all…”

Mum smiled that sickeningly indulgent smile that Toby loathed. He knew mum didn’t believe him and the first thing she’d do was to let all and sundry know that Toby was upset not to have any boy-hairs yet.

“Hmm… I wonder if that’s why your friend was allowed to wear swim-trunks on the beach… he really didn’t look old enough to me. If I were his mum...”

“Mum! He’s thirteen,” Toby almost spat out, “and I’m fourteen.”

“... you were allowed to wear your swim-trunks on the beach, weren’t you, Toby… and you’re the one who got them covered in sand…”

Toby wasn’t about to push his luck (not that he was having much anyway!) and didn’t argue the point that you can’t play on the beach without getting covered in sand. He was sure mum must have suspected he was hiding something, something naughty that took place between himself and the boy he spoke to, but thankfully mum left it at that and the two of them were soon walking along the esplanade towards the ice-cream parlour.

Toby clutched the beach bag to his front and was about to tackle the subject of his nudity with mum again when she turned round to face him.

“I’d better check you rinsed all the sand off before we go in,” mum said and with that told Toby to put the bag down and hold out his arms so she could check he’d done the job properly. Mum knelt down to check Toby’s legs and just at that moment he was mortified to see a gaggle of schoolgirls approaching. The girls were of course all wearing modest one-piece swimsuits. Mum seemed to be taking much longer inspecting Toby’s legs as the girls stopped to gawp and giggle at the bare boy in front of them.

This was too much for Toby and he begged mum to make the girls go away and to stop staring,

“Oh, don’t be silly, Toby,” mum said as she looked up, “I’m sure the girls aren’t upset seeing a boy without his swim-trunks… I said before there are plenty of bare boys on the beach today…”

“... but, mum…”

“Now, Toby, I just need to check your bottom,” mum said, ignoring her son’s embarrassment.

One of the older girls piped up: “Can I help?”

“Oh, that’s very kind of you,” mum replied, “I’m just making sure Toby has rinsed off all the sand he managed to cover himself with when he was playing on the beach…”

“Building sandcastles, I shouldn’t wonder,” the girl said with a smile, “my little brother drives mum up the wall when he comes back from playing on the beach… he leaves sand all over the floor and in his bedroom…. Mum says it’s any wonder there’s any sand left on the beach the amount boys manage to bring indoors…”

Toby’s mum laughed at what the girl had said. She was obviously a sensible young lady, mum thought, although she couldn’t have been any older than Toby.

Toby was frozen with embarrassment. Fancy being compared with the girl’s ‘little brother’. And as for making sandcastles… he wasn’t making sandcastles, he was busy building dams and waterways to redirect the stream that cut its way through the sand at low tide. That required serious engineering.

“Shall I check to see if Toby’s left any sand between his bottom cheeks?” the girl asked, “Archie… my little brother… always forgets about the sand in his bottom…”

“That would be such a help,” mum said, “Toby does clench his bottom… you’ll have to be very firm with him… give him a spank if he doesn’t cooperate…”

“MUM!! THAT’S NOT FAIR!!” Toby yelled.

“It looks as though Toby’s bottom has already had a good spanking today,” the girl said as both she and mum ignored Toby’s outburst.

“Just look there!!” mum exclaimed when she saw a few grains of sand in Toby’s bottom crevice. “Toby, I asked you to make sure you rinsed all the sand off...If it wasn’t for…”

“Brenda,” the girl prompted giving her name.

“Thank you, Brenda,” mum said to the girl before turning back to her son, “… if it wasn’t for Brenda, you’d have left sand everywhere you sat down.” Mum rummaged in the beach bag and took out Toby’s swim-trunks and spoke to the girl again. “Here you are Brenda, you’d better use these to wipe away the sand on Toby’s bottom. Give them a shake first… they haven’t been rinsed yet, but they’ll have to do… they’re going to need a proper wash anyway.”

Brenda took the swim-trunks and gently brushed the grains of sand from between Toby’s bottom cheeks. “Gosh your bottom is still very red and very hot, Toby,” Brenda said, “You must have been a very naughty boy. Does it still sting where mummy spanked you?”

When no answer was forthcoming, mum intervened, “Toby… Brenda asked you a question…”

“Of course it stings!” Toby answered rather too petulantly for his own good as mum reached out with her left hand, grabbed Toby by the ear and pulled him downwards, forcing him to bend over. With her right hand she landed three hard spanks to each of Toby’s bottom cheeks before she let go of his ear. Toby leapt up and his hands flew round to his bottom as, without thinking, he broke into a spanking dance right in front of Brenda’s girlfriends. The girls had been watching with interest and their patience was rewarded when they saw Toby’s ‘boy-bits’ slapping and bouncing about during his impromptu dance.

It was a good minute or so before Toby became aware of his giggling audience. The girls were laughing and pointing at his penis as it jiggled about when a wide-eyed Toby suddenly realised what was happening. His hands flew back round to cup his penis and scrotum, causing more laughter among the girls.

Toby wanted to run. But where to? He was totally bare. He thought about the secret hideout… for about half a second. Even Toby knew that he’d have to get his swim-trunks or his clothes back at some point and that meant facing mum… and mum was not likely to be best pleased if he’d run off. There would be consequences… searingly-hot-bottom consequences.  As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Toby became aware of mum’s voice:

“... you are to apologise to Brenda this minute!”

Toby wasn’t daft. He apologised, no matter how indignant he felt about having to do so to a girl… a girl who was seeing him in the nude… a girl who had just wiped sand from his bottom… and moreover, a girl who can’t have been much older than he was!

Mum leaned forward and whispered in Toby’s ear.

“Aww, mum… do I have to,” Toby said in response.

“I think it’s the least you can do… now, go on,” mum said.

Toby did as he was told, turned to Brenda and spoke, “Would you like to come for an ice-cream with me and mum?”

Mum rolled her eyes upward at her son’s abuse of the English language, but Brenda said she’d love to join them. Toby’s heart sank as Brenda turned to her friends to tell them she’d catch up with them later.