Beach Blunderling (literature)

The sun was full and hot over the beach, turning the sand blazingly bright. Seabirds flocked over the waves, and nearby trees gently rustled in a calm breeze. Candice smoothed out her rainbow-patterned beach towel and laid on her stomach, resting her head on her arms with a happy sigh. This was the good life.

Candice and her classmates had been taken on a field trip to a prolific oceanography facility, a sort of practical example of the kind of things they were learning in science class. As legitimately interested as Candice was in oceanography, marine life, all aquatic topics of the sort, she and the trip’s chaperone, Miss Tinkerworth, agreed it was probably for the best that Candice didn’t join the others in visiting the facility. Not only is Candice more than knowledgeable on the subject, but large gatherings of students - particularly field trips - usually end up with Candice humiliated and/or exposed in public, something embarrassing for almost every party involved. Thus, Candice was left to stay at the hotel and given a make-up assignment. An incredibly simple assignment, Candice quickly found, leaving her with plenty of time and no other commitments to oblige. The hotel the class was staying at for the night had rave reviews online for its proximity to an absolutely gorgeous beach, so Candice thought to treat herself to some relaxation.

And the beach was everything promised and more: clean sand, crystal blue waters, and a cloudless sky to wrap it all together in a picturesque bow. Despite the renown, the beach wasn’t even terribly busy. Candice managed to find a perfectly quiet spot to set up, barely able to see any sunbathers and sand-castle-makers sharing the beautiful day. If she didn’t walk past a few people, she might have thought she was completely alone. In her brand new white bikini, Candice laid on her towel, staring at the sea, comfy as can be. She closed her eyes and just listened to the sounds of the ocean. No school, no pranks, nobody around. Just her, in the calmest spot on earth.

For a while, Candice just lay on her stomach with her eyes shut, cozy under the warm rays of the sun. She lay cozy until she worried about dozing off and getting sunburned: with her luck, she would end the day red as a tomato. She had brought suntan oil to try and bronze up, but she was worried about getting it on her lunch. The more she thought about it, the hungrier she was. A quick sandwich, then time to work on a tan. Candice opened her eyes and reached for her lunch bag.

As she reached, however, a single shadow loomed over her. Before Candice could react, the body casting the shadow dropped onto her back. More surprised than hurt, Candice craned her neck to see who she already expected: Hannah. The devious blonde wore a swimsuit of her own, a bright blue bikini with shell-patterned bra cups. She also wore a smile smuggier than any Candice had seen in a long time. Hannah waggled her eyebrows in greeting. “Hey there, nerd. Thought I’d find you here.”

Candice squirmed between Hannah’s thighs, unable to worm free. “Why are you not with the others?!”

Hannah chuckled before exaggeratedly bending her lips down in sadness. “Because ‘Miss Tinkerworth, *cough* *cough* I’m not feeling too well.’ But really,” Hannah’s tone returned to normal, “because I was worried you’d be lonely all by yourself.”

That made Candice squirm harder, but she couldn’t snake her way out from under Hannah’s weight, especially when Hannah sat harder to prevent Candice from moving so much. That didn’t stop Candice from trying, though. What *did* stop her, however, was a finger touching her back, flicking back and forth over the knot keeping her top tied on. “I just need to be sure, Candice,” Hannah continued, “that you aren’t slacking off when the rest of us are being forced to learn. So tell me… what’s a group of sharks called?”

It took a few seconds for the question to work its way into Candice’s head, past her expectations that the knot would be pulled loose. “Uh… a group of sharks… you can call it a few things…” she stammered out before gulping and gaining confidence in her voice. “A shiver of sharks is the most popular term, but a gam works too.”

Candice paused a moment, breath caught, waiting for Hannah’s weight to ease off her. But Hannah only gave a sort of “hmm” of approval before taking the string of Candice’s top between her fingers and pulling it undone. “No tan lines, huh Candice?” Candice could feel Hannah’s smirk. “Shouldn’t be surprised, I guess. Bare skin’s the norm for you, isn’t it?”

“Hey!” Candice yelled. “That’s the right answer!”

“Sure is,” Hannah said. “But I never said anything about not stripping you if you were right.”

Candice stifled her groan as Hannah eased the strings of the top apart, and Candice felt the top lose its hold on her boobs, cups sagging forward a bit, revealing an extra inch of cleavage. If she hadn’t been laying on part of it, the top would have fallen off her breasts entirely. Candice tucked her arms in and tried to wiggle and worm the top back into a proper place, but only ended up displacing it more and more, until it nearly slid out from her boobs entirely. Any more shuffling and Candice’s nipples would be peeking out. Candice just shook her hips instead, trying to buck Hannah off. “Get off!”

It kinda worked, at least that’s what Candice assumed at first. Hannah did indeed get off Candice’s lower back, but the moment of relief was quickly quashed by a pull at the back of Candice’s bottoms. Hannah stretched them back, enough so half of Candice’s famously bouncy bubble butt was revealed, then stopped pulling. A gentle pressure against her crotch from the stretched material, Candice clenched her hands into fists, waiting for Hannah to either jerk the bottoms upward in a powerful wedgie or whisk them down her thighs to expose her bare butt in its entirety. But Hannah didn’t do either. She just kept the bottoms stretched open. And when Candice turned around again, she found out why.

Hannah pulled Candice’s bottoms back with one hand, but the other dangled a bright red crab, its little legs pedaling the air and its hanging claw snapping away. “Would you like to meet my new friend, Candice? He seems really eager to meet you!” Hannah turned her smile down in a devious way. “Let’s see how much you squirm with this crab pinching your big dorky bubble butt!” And she began to lower the crab towards Candice’s open bikini bottoms, towards her sizable, quivering butt cheeks.

Save for an unconscious nervous wiggling of her hips, Candice froze in fear. Candice knew quite well that Hannah loved slipping creatures into her pants and underpants, but never anything bigger than a goldfish, and certainly never anything that would pinch, or worse. As the crab got closer and closer to Candice’s swaying backside, Candice couldn’t help herself from yelping out. “Please… no!”

Hannah held the crab steady, hovering it over Candice’s open bottoms, relishing the despair in Candice’s voice as the crab precariously hung over her wiggling butt. It was the kind of tone that meant Candice was ready to do anything. “No?” Hannah asked. “How about this, brainiac? You get a choice: gain a new visitor in your swimsuit, or… run all the way back to the hotel in your birthday suit.” She swung the crab-like a little red pendulum, beginning to lower it again. “Choose quickly.”

The decision was easier for Candice to make than she expected. On the one hand, any humiliation from a pinch or two wouldn’t last as long as having to run naked all the way back to the hotel, through public places and with hundreds of strangers’ eyes on Candice’s sensitive spots. That was assuming, however, that Hannah would do as she intimated by letting go of the crab, and that Hannah wouldn’t do anything worse to Candice afterwards. At least streaking away meant getting far away from Hannah, and getting far away from Hannah seemed like the only option in keeping things from spiraling too far out of control. The snapping claw lowered and lowered towards quivering butt cheeks…

Finally, Candice groaned and wormed forward, Hannah helping pull the bikini bottoms down Candice’s legs and off her body, making sure to keep Candice from pulling her unfastened top after her. And just like that, Candice stood buck naked on the beach. She threw one arm over her chest to cover her nipples and used her other hand to cover her privates, which left nothing to cover her bubble butt. Hannah was treated to quite the show of Candice’s ample hiney jiggling as she streaked away.

Hannah couldn’t help but guffaw so hard she nearly doubled over. Candice was just too easy! It hadn’t even been two minutes and she was completely naked! Hannah admired the crab still swinging from her fingers. All it took was a little help. Hannah thought to set the crab back on the beach, then to go follow Candice. If she found her before she got too far, Hannah could ensure that dork’s route back to the hotel went through the most crowded parts of the town. The show must go on, after all.

Before she could, however, Hannah received a quick pinch on her right butt cheek. Jumping and yelping, Hannah threw a hand back to the spot and wheeled around, expecting to find Candice coming back to fight for her swimsuit. All of Hannah’s fire vanished, however, when she saw who it really was: the dark-haired, green-eyed queen bee herself: Luna. She wore a swimsuit of her own, a dark maroon two-piece that showed off her impeccable, near-Amazonian physique. “Hello there, Hannah.”

Hannah was quick to change her expression of surprise to something more subdued, indifferent. “Hello, Luna. Shouldn’t you be on the trip?”

“Shouldn’t *you*?” Luna was quick to riposte. Hannah didn’t have an answer for that, but Luna continued like she hadn’t expected one. She reached out and plucked the crab from Hannah’s hand. “I overhead your little bout with Candice. It wasn’t very nice of you.”

Both hands now free, Hannah folded her arms, trying to ignore how big Luna’s chest seemed in that swimsuit. “So? I thought you liked that kind of thing.”

Luna let the crab sit in her palm. It had thrashed and snapped its claws while in Hannah’s grip, but it sat perfectly calm on Luna’s hand. She stroked its shell with a finger. “See, I like it when I’m the one doing it. And when I’m doing it to people who I think deserve it.”

An unsettled, wary feeling that had been sitting in Hannah’s gut since first seeing Luna began to spread through her body. “Right…” She began to inch in the direction Candice had streaked off in. “Antihero, got it. Now, if we’re done here…”

“We haven’t even started,” Luna stepped closer to Hannah, moving the crab so she held it between her thumb and forefinger. “You don’t leave until I think you’ve learned your lesson in manners. Let’s start simply, with the same ultimatum you gave Candice. You can lose the swimsuit. Or,” she gestured with the crab, “you can let our little friend here cop a feel, so to speak. Which will it be?”

Hannah smirked. She knew Luna wasn’t a pushover, but she still didn’t take her very seriously, especially since she had to steal her material this time. Hannah felt like Luna was challenging her ability to take as well as she dished out, so she decided to flip the script. Hannah spun on the balls of her feet, bent at the hips, and stuck out her perky posterior. She tapped a finger on her right butt cheek, the spot Luna pinched before. “Feel away.”

Luna’s shadow loomed closer over Hannah, but Hannah’s confidence didn’t falter until a sudden cold sensation hit just above her bright blue bikini bottoms. She glanced behind herself to see Luna touching her skin with a single finger, gently running it down Hannah’s butt crack, easing the back of her bottoms down. Hannah couldn’t help but shiver as the finger slid between her cheeks, until half her shapely ass was revealed. “W-What’s the big idea-“

“Well, the crab wasn’t going to pinch Candice’s clothing, was it?” Luna chided Hannah. Hannah grumbled a bit, a muffled admission that was true, and she turned her attention to the crab as Luna lowered it. Its claw came to rest on Hannah’s right cheek, a pleasant smooth sensation that abruptly turned sour as the crab opened its claw and pinched. Hannah clenched her eyes and seethed. It was a lot sharper than she had first expected, a needlelike sting that stayed long after the crab had been pulled away from her butt. Hannah was about to make another sound when she realized it was already over. She didn’t want to seem weak in front of Luna. Without so much as casting another glance to her backside to witness the damage, Hannah straightened and pulled her bottoms back up. “Yep,” she told Luna, “you got me. I sure learned my lesson. I’ve seen the light. Thank you very much.”

Hannah only took one step forward before stopping. The presence of Luna’s hand on her waistband returned, but it was more than a single finger this time. Luna’s whole hand gripped the back of Hannah’s bottoms. “Oh no, we’re not done yet,” Luna said. “That choice you made? That was to determine which way I would go easy on you. And since you picked the crab… we’ll have to up the ante for the stripping.” Hannah barely had time to recall how Luna had prefaced the ultimatum with ‘let’s start simply’ before Luna’s hand zoomed downward, yanking Hannah’s bikini bottoms down to her ankles, Hannah’s bare buns wobbling from the sheer speed of the pull. Before Hannah could react to looking down and finding her privates on full display, Luna smacked her on the behind, causing her to stumble forward out of her bottoms to leave them behind in the sand.

Throwing her hands down over her crotch, Hannah turned and glowered at Luna. “You’re gonna regret doing that.”

Luna had picked up the bright blue bottoms, lazily spinning them around on a finger. “Oh,” she replied with a smirk, “I doubt that.” She lowered her gaze at Hannah, smirk widening into a grin.

Hannah felt her last shred of confidence evaporate at that look. Deciding she wouldn’t hang around for Luna’s little games anymore, Hannah tried to back away. Luna was quick, however, and closed the distance in a second. Despite Hannah trying to slap her away, Luna reached out and wrapped her hand around Hannah’s bikini top and pulled it off in a single yank, Hannah’s boobs bouncing into the sunlight. Just like that, Hannah was completely nude, her sizable breasts, bare crotch, and butt only slightly smaller than Candice’s out for all to see.

The force of Luna stripping her top away sent Hannah stumbling backward off-balance, until Hannah tripped and fell on her backside, right onto a sand dune. It wasn’t until she hit the sand that she comprehended her complete nudity. She instinctively drew her legs together and covered a boob with each hand before she squirmed and awkwardly stood up. Hannah had landed on the dune so that her butt crack perfectly landed along the crest, coarse sand rubbing hot and uncomfortably between her butt cheeks, both of which also were coated in sand.

Luna laughed and pointed at Hannah’s sand-covered booty. “My, seems like you’ve made a mess back there. How about we clean you up?”

Hannah dropped her hands and prepared to run off, but Luna easily reached out and grabbed her with a grip that was impossible to break. Luna pulled Hannah over to a large, flat rock nearby, sitting down on it and draping Hannah over her lap. Hannah kicked out and cursed, trying and failing to worm away. She only stopped when Luna rose a hand up by her head. Knowing what was to come, Hannah just shut her eyes and clenched her fists.

Luna’s hand slapped across Hannah’s backside with incredible force, a force that made Hannah’s eyes shoot open wide. The hand fell again, and again, and again, a constant, vicious rhythm against Hannah’s cheeks. Luna’s spanks were faster and harder than Hannah could have ever have imagined possible! Slap! Slap! Slap! Each spank knocked some sand off Hannah’s butt, but occasionally Luna ‘missed’ some. “Oops!” she’d go. “Better try again!” Then she’d spank the same space again and again before finally moving to “clean” the rest of Hannah’s butt. Hannah felt dazed as her cheeks rocked against one another, the force of Luna’s hand knocking her forward again and again so her naked breasts slapped against Luna’s thigh.

Luna paused longer than normal. Hannah glanced back to see Luna pouring a dollop of Candice’s sun tan oil into her spanking palm. “You’re looking a little red back here, Hannah,” she chuckled. “You really need to be careful. Let me help you out.” And the spanks resumed as Luna slapped the oil across Hannah’s already-aching butt cheeks with the same unrelenting fervor as before. Hannah’s cheeks were batted every which way, the oil spattering all over her nude body. But between rapid-fire assaults on Hannah’s behind, Luna would keep her hand pressed against one of Hannah’s cheeks and slowly rub the sun tan oil over it, the tender smoothness interrupted by a series of more powerful spanks.

Hannah fought for a clear head. Luna knew exactly what she was doing, spanking Hannah’s bubbly butt cheeks until they were red and super sensitive before gently massaging oil on them. And Luna made no attempt to not be invasive; she repeatedly let her hand glide over a cheek and into Hannah’s crack, even casting a few touches into more personal places. Hannah felt her hips swaying and her lip twitching, but she fought it. She would not be so demeaned by Luna as to become fully aroused while in a position like that. She was going to stop this.

As another salvo of spanks rocked her shining red butt, Hannah glanced down to the rock Luna sat on. A crab, maybe the one from before, had scuttled up from the sand onto the rock, none too far from where Luna had parked her own keister. The back of her maroon bikini bottoms let off ever so slightly from her lower back, and Hannah couldn’t help but grin. As the spanks kept coming, Hannah tried to reach out and pluck up the crab, aiming to give Luna a taste of ‘taking it’ by dropping the crab down her bottoms. Let’s see how she likes a bit of punishment! Hannah curved her arm around, almost grazing the crustacean’s shell, then managing to get it between her thumb and forefinger.

A sudden spank harder and stronger than the others, an open palm across both butt cheeks, stopped Hannah dead with its impact. As Luna’s other hand wrapped around Hannah’s reaching wrist, Hannah craned her neck up to see Luna scowling, her green eyes burning bright like a witch’s. “Oh, that was a mistake,” Luna maliciously drawled, the sheer power of her voice making Hannah gulp. Luna plucked the crab from Hannah’s hand. “It seems you’ll need both lessons to be tougher after all.”

Hannah shut her eyes and balled her fists over her breasts, waiting for the crab’s claws to find their way back onto her aching cheeks, preparing for the pinching to come a thousand fold. But despite feeling Luna shifting in her seat, nothing happened for a while. But just as Hannah opened her eyes to check what Luna was up to, they shot open wide. Something cold had just been shoved into her butt.

Squealing, Hannah leapt up from Luna’s lap and saw she held Candice’s lunchbox, unzipped and open. Hannah craned her neck around to see that Luna had wedged Candice’s sandwich right between Hannah’s butt cheeks. Cold peanut butter and jelly slid down Hannah’s crack. Despite the discomfort, Hannah couldn’t help but think to herself, Really? Peanut butter and jelly, Candice? What are you, five?

As uncomfortable as it was to have to have a sandwich lodged between her sandy cheeks, it wasn’t exactly the same kind of punishment as pinching. Hannah bent slightly with her butt aimed towards the waves and looked at Luna in confusion. “This is it?”

Luna smirked just as Hannah heard the call of a seabird way too close.

Hannah turned just in time to see a pair of seabirds swoop down from over the ocean, zooming towards Hannah’s jam-packed booty. Their beaks pecked at Hannah’s butt and the sandwich between the buns, jabbing and poking at Hannah’s already-beleaguered derriere. Hannah shrieked and tried to swat the birds away, darting around the beach, jumping around and dancing to try and thwart them away. She gave Luna quite the performance as her naked boobs and butt cheeks bounced, jiggled, and swung wildly as she leapt around and tried to shake the incessant seabirds away. The birds still swooped after Hannah again and again, pecking and poking at her big, perky, PB-and-J-stuffed butt.

Finally, Hannah managed to reach back long enough to yank the sandwich out from between her cheeks, and she threw it down the beach for the seabirds to follow. Hannah doubled over, panting, her butt stinging all over. Just as she wondered where Luna had gone, the queen bee appeared right behind Hannah with a beach towel soaking with seawater and wrung into a whip. All it took was one loud SNAP to Hannah’s hiney to send the exhausted blonde face-first into the sand, her tomato-red keister hiked into the air, her hands dazedly reaching back to grab it, aching and aroused.

“Class dismissed,” Luna chuckled, dropping the towel in the sand before leaving Hannah, but Hannah barely heard, her head swimming and upraised booty still stinging.

What neither Hannah nor Luna knew, however, is that they had an audience: Candice. Though she had run off, head gradually filling with plans to sneak back to the hotel in public while fully naked, hearing Luna’s powerful voice made her turn around and sneak back to see what would happen to Hannah. Hidden in a nearby patch of tress, Candice watched with unequal parts second-hand embarrassment and schadenfreude as Hannah ‘learned her lesson.’ What so quickly began as a day of humiliation just as quickly became a day of vicarious retribution. Finally, Hannah was the one humiliated, and worse than Candice ever had been! Once Luna left, a still-nude Candice crept out from her hiding spot, crouching under a massive branch of the biggest tree she hid near. She scanned the area for her swimsuit, but couldn’t find any of the pieces of either her suit or Hannah’s. She did spy the towel Luna had used to whip Hannah’s behind, which would probably be the only cover she could hope for at that point. Candice unconsciously crossed her arms over her boobs as she crept around the disposed Hannah still clutching at her bright red butt held up in the air, the tanning oil making it sparkle in the sunlight.

Candice stopped in her tracks and took a look at Hannah and her unprotected, upraised hiney. The bottle of sun tan oil rested just a few feet away. Candice grinned. Who’s to say it couldn’t be a day of *direct* retribution? Why leave it all to Luna? Candice snatched up the bottle of sun tan oil. “Gee, Hannah,” Candice gibed as she poured a dollop into her palm. “Seems like you’re in a rough spot.” Candice wound up her arm, preparing to land one doozy of a spank on Hannah’s vulnerable cheeks. “Let me give you a hand!”

But Hannah had noticed Candice coming. Once Candice started winding up her spank, Hannah kicked out and knocked Candice off balance. Candice yelped and twisted as she fell, the bottle of sun tan oil slipping from her hand and spilling its contents all over. Hannah rolled over onto her back to get a spatter of sun tan oil across her chest and stomach. And right after that, Candice fell on top of her, Candice’s breasts landing over Hannah’s face.

The two girls - both stark naked, both slick with sun tan oil - struggled to untangle themselves from one another. “Get your boobs out of my face!” Hannah yelled as she shook her head free from under Candice’s chest. “Get your face out of my boobs!” Candice yelled in return. The two continued to struggled as Candice tried to lift herself up and Hannah tried to worm her way out, only for the slick sun tan oil to cause Candice to slip and fall again.

And it was too much for Hannah. The aroused feeling Luna had planted in Hannah swelled up again as Candice’s warm, oily breasts continually slapped over her own, as Candice’s knee accidentally brushed up against intimate places when Hannah spread her legs an inch too far. Hannah abruptly stopped her movements and clenched her eyes shut, fighting the feeling that was dangerously close to boiling over. She stifled a noise she hope made a sound like a grunt, not a moan. Candice continued to pick herself up, but Hannah’s abrupt shift gave her pause. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked.

Just as Candice asked, however, she heard voices, voices that slowly got louder before suddenly stopping and becoming a mixture of gasps and laughter. Candice turned to see the rest of their class standing right behind them, obviously having finished their field trip and taking a scenic detour to the hotel. What they found in addition to all the pristine sand and gorgeous weather was Candice straddling Hannah, both girls butt naked, both girls slick and oily. Yelping as the laughter grew, Candice leaped off of Hannah and covered a breast with each hand, crossing her legs to try and hide her crotch.

While all the students were close to busting guts, Miss Tinkerworth was as white as a sheet. “Candice! Hannah! What on EARTH is going on?!”

The shrill voice of Tinkerworth broke through Hannah’s concentration, and she immediately looked up to see the entire class staring at her supine, naked body, her legs slightly spread to give a clear view of her bare, damp crotch. Dizzy with arousal and humiliation, Hannah threw both hands over her crotch as she sat up. “No… don’t look!” She stood, still covering her crotch with both hands, her arms accidentally squeezing her bare boobs together. “I said don’t look!” Hannah backed up, meaning to turn and run. She didn’t go far. Right as she turned, she crashed into the massive tree branch Candice had crouched under. Hannah found herself draped over the branch, her bare ass and privates aimed directly at the class. As she struggled to lift herself up, she felt something land on each butt cheek. Hannah still had bits of Candice’s PB and J stuck between her cheeks, and the seabirds had returned to feed. Roosting on her bare jiggling butt, the birds pecked and pecked, much to the class’s uproarious laughter and Hannah’s dismayed groans.

As Miss Tinkerworth darted over to scare the birds away from Hannah and to cover her with her coat, Candice slipped into the crowd, beach towel wrapped around her naked body. At least Hannah’s further humiliation took the focus away from her so that she could cover up. In fact, no one seemed to notice her anymore. No snide remarks about her ‘sweet rack’ or ‘juicy bubble butt,’ just laughter and pointed fingers at Hannah’s expense, the reaction that followed them all the way back to the hotel, Hannah’s face burning redder than any sunburn. Candice wasn’t spared humiliation and may not have gotten any revenge herself, but she still took some justice from Hannah getting what she deserved. Candice only wished she could be the one to deal it out one day!