Bare Breasted Spanking in front of Daddy!

I almost received a bare breasted spanking from my husband in front of my Mom and Dad yesterday! Not just bare breasted, though that would have been the novel bit, but totally nude. I admit it, I tried to engineer it, but in the end I got spanked in private. Pooh! Let me tell you all about my close call.

This was almost me in front of my Mom and Dad.
I had set it up so perfectly!

David and I decamped for the summer cottage for July 1 holiday with my Mom and Dad. It's blazing hot so it's great to be by the lake. They are in the main cottage, and we are next door. My parents are staying up for July and August. We'll be back and forth, though hopefully spending more time than usual up there this year. This time it was just the four of us so, yes, I was not going to let this opportunity slip!

I didn't overtly engineer anything, but I did misbehave and got spanked for it. I wanted it to be right in front of Mom and Dad. All the groundwork had been laid, so it seemed quite natural :-)

As you know if you've been following along, I had yet to be spanked nude in front of my Daddy. For some reason this was a recent life goal for this naughty girl! Proud of my titties...

In furtherance of this, I plotted. My plan was to misbehave while wearing a one-piece swimsuit. David or Daddy, if they wanted my butt bare, would have no choice but to have me remove it completely. Thus naked! Brilliant.

Of course, I ran the risk of having my low cheeks spanked with my suit on (worst case), or having it wedgied up there (medium case), but I was hoping David knew enough about me to insist on bare butt and the inevitable naked consequence of such a decree.

We had just gone swimming. I had sat on the deck and dried off. Then gone in and put shorts on over my swimsuit and a sheer blousey cover-up on top. I was thinking, at the time, an after dinner swim and why bother getting out of my suit (no spanking thoughts at the time - other than a determination to be in my one-piece just in case).

It was nearing supper time. I was on the couch messing around with the iPad (on comments on my blog). David said he was going to go next door to help out my Dad with the BBQ (i.e., drink beer), and I should come over in about 30 minutes.

"Ok," I said, instantly knowing this WOULD BE my golden opportunity to earn a spanking.

I did not at all pay attention to the time, and then after about 35-40 minutes I got a Facetime call pop up on my iPad from David next door.

"Dinner in five," he said.

"Ok, great, be right over!" I said. This was going to get ugly!

I sat there continuing to mess around on my iPad. I knew exactly what I was doing. Gulp!

About 15 minutes later I hear David come into the cabin and yell out "Julie! Dinner! Now!"

"Ok, ok, ok," I called down, "just finishing up..."

David stormed up into the room I was occupying. I quickly closed up my iPad and tossed it on the couch next to me.

"Now!" he said angrily. I stood up and he grabbed me by the arm and slapped my behind. "March!"

"Ok, ok. no need to get violent," I said. I slipped on my flip flops. He kept holding me by the arm and slapped my butt all the way over to the other cabin. "You're getting so spanked after dinner," he said. Still my fluttering heart! I did not know at that point if he intended to do it over at Mom and Dad's, or back at our cottage. One would be more embarrassing, the other more painful. I let fate decide, not that I had much say at that point.

I got there and the entire dinner table was all laid out, the steaks done and on the table, the potatoes, green beans, and Bearnaise sauce all ready. All that was missing, apparently, was me.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," I said, rushing to sit down at my place. "I lost track of time."

"How could you lose track of time when I Facetimed you and you said 'coming right now'?" asked David, reasonably.

"Sorry..." I said.

"You know I'm going to give you a spanking after dinner, right?" David stated, right in front of my parents! I say that with an exclamation mark. It's still so embarrassing for him to talk in front of my parents about him spanking me...

"yes, sir," I said in a meek way. I had it coming. Still no hint about where said spanking would take place. Dad had a grin. Mom made a face, like, not at the spanking, more like disappointed I had earned a spanking - that was my read anyways. She would have been maddest about me delaying dinner like that once it was all laid out.

We got through dinner and a nice bottle of red wine (French chateauy) and yummy filet steaks, and Mom and Dad make the best Sauce Bearnaise from scratch. Dad, the cottage chef, does the reduction, and Mom, the sous-chef, mixes in the butter and eggs and is a master at not curdling it (which is hard). I also liked the green beans which were tasty, and eschewed the carby potatoes.

I leapt up to clear the main course. I rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher directly while Mom got dessert onto the table (berries and whipped cream). The men sat and finished up the wine. Talk about trad. I mean, they had slayed the meat, now they got to hang back and watch the women tidy up.  I genuinely love men!

We went and sat and had dessert. It was getting closer and closer to "after dinner"! Yikes. I knew I was definitely, positively in for a well-earned spanking.

David pushed pack from the table, still seated.

"Well Julie, about that spanking..." he said.

GULP!

"Doug, I know you were as annoyed as I, would you like to do the honours?" David asked my Dad.

Yelp! David had just offered up my butt to my Dad to spank. Bless his little heart!

"No, no, no, lad. We'll leave that to you," said Daddy, very disappointingly for me :-(

"Come on then, Julie, get your butt bare and across my knee," David said. David was going to do it right then and right there. And he said "bare butt". There was no way to bare my butt without taking off my one-piece!!!!

"You take her next door to do that," said my Mom, "and don't go too hard on her," she added.

Oh drat.

I can't blame David. He tried. He even knew I was in my one-piece bathing suit and would have to remove it, which he fully intended on doing to bare my butt, I learned soon later.

"Well, thank you for dinner," said David, "we'll be heading back now. Right Julie?"

"yes sir," I said, acting all submissivy.

"Before we go, apologize again to your mom and Dad for making them wait for you," he demanded.

"Sorry Mom. Sorry Dad." I said.

Dad responded on both their behalf, and with a smile said, "well, let's just make sure it doesn't happen again." Ha. What an invitation.

"I'll try my best," said David.

"Not too hard!" said my Mom.

"No, Ma'am, but you do agree she's asking for it, right?" said David.

"I definitely agree she's asking for it," said Mom, ambiguously (or not so much! Am I that transparent? Wait, don't answer that).

As soon as those words were out of Mom's mouth I got a smack on my backside and a "March, young lady," from David. Oh blush! I know these events are a bit "engineered", I seem to crave them, and everybody knows what's really going on, but I still feel the acute embarrassment that goes with it. Mom and Dad knew I was being immediately "marched" back to the cabin. They knew that as soon as we got there, David would bare my bottom. If they were paying attention, they would know my swimsuit would have to be removed, meaning I would be fully nude. They knew I would be put naked across my husband's knee. They knew I would receive a serious, no-nonsense, cheek reddening punishment spanking. They knew it would continue until David believed I was appropriately punished. They knew I would not be sitting comfortably for the rest of the evening. They probably figured I would be fucked afterwards like a bride on her wedding night. They would know all of that.

We made the short walk over to next door through a path by the lakeside, beginning my consequences. When we got to our cottage David was no nonsense. He was not playing this off as a scene.

"Take off your shorts and top," he said.

I kicked off my flip flops, removed my shorts, and removed my top, leaving me in my one-piece bathing suit.

"Don't think I don't see what you're up to," he told me.

"What?" I said, knowing the answer.

"With that one-piece swimsuit and being unconscionably late for dinner?" Yeah, he had my numba'. "You wanted to be all bare naked in front of Daddy for your spanking, didn't you?"

"yes sir," I said. No point not admitting it now.

"Well I tried, but no dice," he said. He had. "Turn around."

I turned around and he came up behind me. He slipped the straps off my shoulders and pulled the suit down to my tummy, baring my breasts. On the way down my arms were trapped by the straps.

"Is this what you wanted, in front of your Daddy?" he asked me. What a perv!

"no," I said, unconvincingly, imagining the acute embarrassment I would feel with my suit pulled down, my arms pinned at my sides by my suit, my bare breasts fully on view...

He slid my suit down further, baring my shaved pussy and then down my legs towards my ankles.

"Step out," he told me, and I stepped out of the suit. He grabbed both my arms from behind and pulled them back. He pushed his leg or something into my backside, making my hips and tits jutt forward.

"Is this how you wanted your Daddy to see you?" he asked again.

"no, sir," I said, lying again. I have fantasized about my Dad seeing my fully nude and thoroughly spanked in that state.

David let me go and put a straight-backed chair in the middle of the room. "Get over here," he said.

"Sweetheart," I begged, "all the doors and windows are open, we should go to the bedroom or something." That was genuine!

"Nope. right here," he said.

My parents had all their windows open and were about fifty feet away. As well, sound carries across the water. We are always hearing voices and even soft music from the cottages across the bay.  I was legit embarrassed at that moment.

Nonetheless, I obediently went over to my husband and draped myself, nude, across his knee. He started hand spanking me. Shit those smacks are loud! And, by the way, they hurt also! I really tried to keep my vocalizations to a minimum, but after fifty or so good swats I started pleading with him and was getting a more and more frantic pitch to my voice. He probably stopped at about 100 swats or so and let me up.

I got up and rubbed my butt. "Ouch!" I said.

"Will you be late again?" he asked in a quite loud (unnecessarily loud) voice.

"No Sir!" I responded, still rubbing the sting out. Ok, I don't strictly need to rub, but I think it's cute and it respects the spanker and his spanking, so I do it.

"Go cool yourself off in the lake now," David said.

"Yes, Sir," I said with glint in my eye and went to retrieve my swimsuit. Pulling it on might be a little painful and I was worried my low butt would show a lot of red.

"No need for your swimsuit," David said. "You can go skinny dipping."

"No! David! Come on! It's illegal or something. People will see. Mom and Dad might see!" I complained.

David just sat there and gloated. "Well, I'll give you a choice," he said. "I can get out the cutting board and use that as a paddle, and then you can go skinny dipping, or you can go straight away without the paddling."

"Fine," I said, and went to get at least a towel to wrap around myself for the trip down to the water. David stood by the screen door and opened it for me. As I passed by, he grabbed the back of the towel that was wrapped around me and gently yanked. "I'll carry this for you," he offered. "I insist," he added. Oh crap. I let the towel drop into his hands and went down towards the lake, covering up my breasts and vag with my hands. I walked all the way to the dock with my heart beating and jumped in feet first, still covering up like that. It was dusk by then, and nobody was out that I could see. The views from the cottages on either side were obscured by the trees. My heart was still pounding, though.

Once I was in the water I sort of relaxed. It actually felt great after the heat having the cool water flow all over me and over my most intimate places. "It's nice, you should come in," I called from the lake. David was sitting on a Muskoka chair on the dock watching me swim naked in the lake.

"That's ok," he called back. "Just enjoying the view."

I swam back to the dock and brazenly climbed up the ladder. I didn't care anymore who saw me. David stood and dried me with the towel all over. As he dried my pussy and breasts I definitely felt tingly. I turned into him and pushed up against him. "Fuck me," I demanded. He reached his hand behind me and fondled my well-spanked ass. So hot! He wrapped the towel around me for the return trip. I took it off and threw it to the ground and walked slowly back into the cottage, wiggling my spanked red ass, defying him, daring him to take me. He picked up the towel and followed me in. I walked straight to the bedroom without looking back.

In bed, he put me on my back, stripped, and entered me straight away, hard as an iron rod into my already over-heated sopping wet pussy. I didn't need no foreplay! He fucked me nicely for a minute or so and then pulled out and dove his head between my legs where he got me off twice with skillful finger and tongue ministration. He then came back up, plunged back into me, and fucked me until he came.


Next morning we were back at my parents' side for bacon and egg breakfast.  I went a bit ahead of David to help make it. As Mom tended the eggs and I tended the bacon I whispered to her, "I got spanked last night."

"We know," she said cooly, "we could hear it from here." Oh blush! "Your father went outside to have a better listen." Oh double blush! "And apparently he got quite the eyefull afterwards when you went swimming without your suit on."

"Eeek. He saw me?" I asked. I didn't think he could see me from there.

"Through the trees, yes. They're not as thick as you think," said Mom. "You will watch the shenanigans when the rest of the family is here, I hope?"

"Yes Mom," I said, quite embarrassed for real now. No shenanigans.

David came just as breakfast was up. He can smell the bacon from anywhere! Soon after Daddy came out of the bedroom himself. I WAS NOT going to be embarrassed. I went over to him and gave him a great big hug. It felt nice that he had heard me get my spanking, and that he had seen my in my altogether skinny dipping afterwards.

"And Good Morning To You!" he said as he hugged me back. "How's your butt this morning?" he asked.

"All better, thank you very much," I said as I disentangled and served the men their breakfast.