Bright Sky Beach

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."

"Is that the issue?" Lindsay asked.

"Yes! That's the big issue. It's not good that it's forced," Clara answered.

"So if I consented to being spanked in front of everybody, then it would be ok?" Lindsay asked.

Clara sighed, "Yeah, I guess. Exhibitionism is fine and spanking is fine."

"So, let's do it!"

"No way!" Clara said, "You're crazy!"

"Come on!"

"No, I can't believe this was actually you're plan." Clara said.

"It wasn't my plan, but you convinced me."

"How did I convince you?" Clara asked, still hoping that this was joke that was going on too long.

"Well if you say spanking and exhibitionism is fine, then I just have to handle the consent thing. If we get in trouble on purpose, that's the same thing as consenting, right?"

"No!" Clara answered immediately.

"Why not?" Lindsay continued to push.

Clara didn't have an answer. Usually, she would say the police or the audience hadn't agreed to be part of the fantasy, but they sort of had agreed. The police knew what their job was, and people came to the beach just for the purpose. "It doesn't matter because we're not going to do it!"

"Fine, fine. I just thought it was an idea."

"Not a good one," Clara declared, "Let's just eat and get down to the beach. Flirt with guys. I know you know how."

"Alright, we can give it a shot."

***

Three hours later, Clara and Lindsay had had no luck. Both had tried to strike up conversations with the guys around them. Everybody seemed to be unattractive or be clueless or taken.

The closest they had gotten were two guys, Tom, and Paul. They were both twenty-one, seemed nice, and passed the attractiveness bar. However, just when the two sisters started to make their moves, both of their girlfriends showed up. Clara was so embarrassed. She would have never hit on them if they said anything. Luckily, she was able to extricate herself and Lindsay and returned to their towels.

Clara had just about given up on finding anybody at the beach and figured she would allow Lindsay to take a guy back to the hotel room tonight if she must. They were leaving in the morning, so this would be their last chance. She could put up with sharing the room or waiting in the lobby.

Lindsay turned over, "You know my other idea is still possible. I bet it would work."

Clara was frustrated, but the idea was still insane. There wasn't even any proof that going through with it would get them a guy, plus, there was the actual punishment.

"Why are you so into this idea? It probably won't even work," Clara asked.

"It's not like anything else is working," Lindsay paused and rolled onto her side laying her head down on her arms like a pillow, "Ok, I'll admit it. I think it's hot."

"Finally. Danced around that long enough," Clara laughed, "It's a dumb idea but I won't stop you."

"No, I'm not doing it by myself. Please do it with me," Lindsay asked begging with her blue eyes.

"No, it's insane," Clara declared.

"Doesn't some part of it turn you on? Come on, something will be exciting, and I bet we can get a guy out of it."

"Do you want to hook up with a guy turned on by watching you be punished?"

"That doesn't matter. I know I'm turned on when we watch. How is that any different?" Lindsay countered.

"Yeah, fine. Bad example," Clara admitted.

"So, you don't find any bit of it exciting?" Lindsay asked again, "I know you've streaked the library during finals."

"That's tradition, it's not exciting like that. I'd go streaking with you. I just don't want to be spanked," Clara answered.

"Come on! They're not spanking that hard. The pain is just for show, I think," Lindsay said.

Clara thought about all the people she'd seen spanked, nine yesterday and four today. There was no bawling and sobbing from the spanking. There were grunts and yelps from the strikes, but all the criers started when they were ordered to strip. The tears were from embarrassment, not pain.

"Yeah, maybe. It's still a dumb idea," Clara answered.

"Some dumb ideas are worth the risk," Lindsay said, "Come on, do it for me."

"How is this working on me?" Clara thought to herself, not believing that she could even consider it for a second. She rolled on her back and covered her face with her hands. "What would it be like?" She'd ran through crowds naked, but always with lots of other naked bodies and she'd never stripped in front of a bunch of people.

"I know you're thinking about it," Lindsay continued, "Do it for me. This weekend has been so boring. This might be what we need to make the trip worth it."

"You owe me."

"What?"

"You owe me," Clara repeated.

"What? You'll do it? I didn't think you'd do it!" Lindsay said excitedly.

"Ok, then let's not do it!"

"Nuh uh. You said yes. We're gonna do it!" Lindsay exclaimed.

Clara shushed her, "We don't need people to know ahead of time."

"Oh, what does it matter?" Lindsay said, "They'll see it all soon. This is going to be great!"

"God. You better believe that you owe me." Clara said, exasperated. She wasn't going to back out now. Lindsay was too happy to do that to her.

"I promise I will! Whatever you want," Lindsay answered with a giant grin across her face.

"Do you have a plan?" Clara asked, wanting to get on with it.

"Of course," Lindsay answered, "I was thinking we would just break the town dress code. If we're off the beach, then we have to have coverups, but we could just . . . not. The cops would pick us up eventually."

Clara hated that that made sense. Lindsay had really thought about it and was ready to go. The town had the same dress code that many beach towns adopted to appear a little more respectable. Men had to wear a shirt when they were off the sand and women had to wear a coverup. It's not like the rules were onerous nor did they prevent anybody from flaunting what they had. The definition of coverup was pretty lax. A tank top or short shorts was all that was needed to get around the law. They didn't even have to wear both, just one or the other. It was such a nothing law and that made it the perfect one to break. Nobody would ever bat an eye at her having broken a local dress code. "That makes sense, I guess," she answered.

"Alright, yes," she paused and took a deep breath, "We're really going to do this, right? We should pack up our stuff."

"We don't have to," Clara said, hopefully.

"Nope, you already said yes," Lindsay said as she started to fold up her beach towel.

Clara's heart was racing now, and she couldn't deny that it was exciting. Everyone was going to see her completely exposed soon, and she was doing that so she could hook up with a guy tonight. "Does that even make sense?" she wondered. It didn't matter. She was committed now and hopefully it would work out. "What do we do when we get caught? I don't want to admit we are doing this on purpose."

"Just say you didn't know about the dress code. I'm sure you can pull that off," Lindsay said.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Clara said, surprised that she couldn't catch her breath.

"Wow you're excited," Lindsay laughed, "That will make you seem nervous, at least."

Clara shot her sister a withering look as she stuffed her towel into her tan bag. She double checked that her wallet was there and, against her better judgment, left her navy short shorts under her towel.

"Come on. Just act casual. You don't know the rule, remember?" Lindsay said.

The two of them got up and slipped into their sandy flip flops and walked toward the wooden bridge that connected the beach to the other side of the dunes. When she stepped foot over the threshold onto the sidewalk it was electric. She'd been wearing her red one piece all day and it was very covering as far as swimsuits go but now she felt only half dressed. Lindsay seemed even more underdressed in her blue and white floral bikini.