A return of the characters from Cleanup.
Mindy felt very strongly that there were some days that were just too warm and wonderful to spend in a dusty high school classroom, so the eighteen-year-old had decided to call in sick and spend the day on the beach with her girlfriends. They'd brought a few sixpacks with them on the bus, and were planning to get drunk and flirt with guys. Mindy had always been tall and skinny, and felt that her bikini wasn't as filled-out as she'd like, but as long as it was skimpy enough, it didn't matter much.
Her best friend Courtney had declined to join them – she felt too self-conscious to wear a bikini, and had no desire to end up in trouble – but Mindy was sure they'd have a good time without her.
They'd been there a few hours, and Mindy had started chatting to a handsome surfer named Jake, when she heard her name being called from the other end of the beach. She looked up to see a tall, athletic man walking toward her with a scowl on his face. Her big brother Robert had arrived to spoil her fun.
She rose from the sand and walked to meet him. As she approached, he folded his arms and glared at her. "I was driving past and spotted you and your little buddies partying. Why aren't you at school, young lady?"
"I felt sick," she said, trying to seem calm and blasé in front of her friends.
He raised an eyebrow. "And you thought going to the beach and drinking beer was the best medicine?"
She shrugged. "I felt better, so I decided to head out." Despite her attempts to seem cool and confident, she could feel a blushing tingeing her cheeks, and fought to keep it back. Being scolded by her strict older brother was never fun, but having it happen in front of her friends – plus the cute boy she was trying to flirt with – made it a thousand times worse. In her tipsy state, she decided that the best path forward was to show no weakness and treat it as a joke.
"You felt better, so you decided to go to the beach, instead of to school, where you should have been?" He sighed. "I'm not stupid, Mindy. It was a nice day, so you decided to skip school. Well, I'm taking you there right now."
She smiled as she glanced down at her bikini. "And you don't think the outfit is going to raise any eyebrows?" Giggles could be heard from the silently watching crowd – she'd scored a point.
"I'm taking you home to put some clothes on first, of course," he acknowledged. "But then – "
"By the time we get to school," she pointed out, "the day will be practically over, so there's no point in going there." Grinning at her victory, she brought her can of beer to her lips, but Robert snatched it out of her hand.
"Well, I'm taking you home at any rate," he said, in a voice that would have made her shiver if she'd been sober enough to care.
"You are doing no such thing," she said, folding her arms in front of her, trying to stare him down.
"Mindy. We are going home, where we're going to discuss this in private." This time, his tone of voice managed to penetrate her beer-addled brain, and she realized what he meant. This would be one of those discussions where he'd lecture her, put her over his knee, and spank her bare bottom until she was sobbing. The look on his face confirmed her dreadful suspicions. There was no doubt that this was what was waiting for her back home.
Of course, she had no desire to go through this, so she concluded that the best path forward was to remain stubborn. She turned her back on him. "You can go wherever the hell you want," she told him. "But I'm staying here."
When he stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, and she saw the look of steel on his face, she began to realize that she'd made a mistake. "Oh? You don't want to go home for our discussion? You want to remain here? Fine. We'll discuss it right here, right now... in front of your friends."
Her best friend Courtney had declined to join them – she felt too self-conscious to wear a bikini, and had no desire to end up in trouble – but Mindy was sure they'd have a good time without her.
They'd been there a few hours, and Mindy had started chatting to a handsome surfer named Jake, when she heard her name being called from the other end of the beach. She looked up to see a tall, athletic man walking toward her with a scowl on his face. Her big brother Robert had arrived to spoil her fun.
She rose from the sand and walked to meet him. As she approached, he folded his arms and glared at her. "I was driving past and spotted you and your little buddies partying. Why aren't you at school, young lady?"
"I felt sick," she said, trying to seem calm and blasé in front of her friends.
He raised an eyebrow. "And you thought going to the beach and drinking beer was the best medicine?"
She shrugged. "I felt better, so I decided to head out." Despite her attempts to seem cool and confident, she could feel a blushing tingeing her cheeks, and fought to keep it back. Being scolded by her strict older brother was never fun, but having it happen in front of her friends – plus the cute boy she was trying to flirt with – made it a thousand times worse. In her tipsy state, she decided that the best path forward was to show no weakness and treat it as a joke.
"You felt better, so you decided to go to the beach, instead of to school, where you should have been?" He sighed. "I'm not stupid, Mindy. It was a nice day, so you decided to skip school. Well, I'm taking you there right now."
She smiled as she glanced down at her bikini. "And you don't think the outfit is going to raise any eyebrows?" Giggles could be heard from the silently watching crowd – she'd scored a point.
"I'm taking you home to put some clothes on first, of course," he acknowledged. "But then – "
"By the time we get to school," she pointed out, "the day will be practically over, so there's no point in going there." Grinning at her victory, she brought her can of beer to her lips, but Robert snatched it out of her hand.
"Well, I'm taking you home at any rate," he said, in a voice that would have made her shiver if she'd been sober enough to care.
"You are doing no such thing," she said, folding her arms in front of her, trying to stare him down.
"Mindy. We are going home, where we're going to discuss this in private." This time, his tone of voice managed to penetrate her beer-addled brain, and she realized what he meant. This would be one of those discussions where he'd lecture her, put her over his knee, and spank her bare bottom until she was sobbing. The look on his face confirmed her dreadful suspicions. There was no doubt that this was what was waiting for her back home.
Of course, she had no desire to go through this, so she concluded that the best path forward was to remain stubborn. She turned her back on him. "You can go wherever the hell you want," she told him. "But I'm staying here."
When he stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, and she saw the look of steel on his face, she began to realize that she'd made a mistake. "Oh? You don't want to go home for our discussion? You want to remain here? Fine. We'll discuss it right here, right now... in front of your friends."
Mindy suddenly realized that there were worse fates than being dragged away from a party to be spanked at home. Like being spanked at the party, with her humiliation witnessed by good friends and cute guys. She wanted to plead for mercy, to promise to come with him right away, but was too stunned for words.
Her girlfriends shrieked with shock, outrage, and delight as Robert kneeled on one leg, dragging his younger sister forward. Mindy blushed as she was bent over his raised knee, her bottom lifted to everyone's attention. The crowd's giggles were soon drowned out by the sound of a firm hand smacking down on bare flesh – her thong did little to protect her backside from his hand.
Mindy buried her face in her hands. This couldn't be happening! Getting a spanking from her older brother in front of all her friends, as well as that handsome surfer! She wondered if it was actually possible to die from shame.
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, delivering hard smacks that rang out in the air to drown out the titters and jeers of their appreciative audience. Peeking through her fingers, she noticed that her friend Julie rose to her feet with a determined look on her face, possibly to come to her rescue, but a look from Robert was enough to convince her to sit back down again.
As the slaps rained down on her poor bottom, Mindy did her best to take it stoically. It was humiliating enough to be spanked in front of a crowd – she had no intention of crying and squealing like a little girl. The increasing heat made it hard to keep her resolve, though.
"Are you sorry for your behaviour? Are you going to apologize for skipping school?" Robert demanded in his most authoritative voice. Mindy tried to keep her head high, ignoring him. He sighed. "No? Well, this should get a reaction out of you." And to her horror, he grabbed the waistband of her thong.
Mindy felt close to passing out. He couldn't really be thinking of doing it, could he? She was already more embarrassed than she'd ever been in her life – her brother wouldn't really bare her bottom here on the public beach, with a bunch of guys watching, would he? She wanted to appeal to his sanity, but her throat was too dry to make more than a frightened squeak. And her worst fears were realized as he pulled her swimwear down to her knees.
When he continued to spank her, the renewed sting and the extra humiliation became too much for her. All her efforts to seem strong and unaffected were gone. As they watched her yelp and plead, no one was in any doubt that this was a bad little girl experiencing some well-earned discipline. Tears of pain and humiliation flowed down her cheeks, and she was squealing loudly with every firm smack. She tried her best to keep her legs together to save the tiny fragments of her modesty, but as the spanking continued, she was soon kicking her legs and squirming.
By the time he stopped spanking her, she could barely lift her tear-stained face. He helped her up and hugged her, then pulled her thong back up. It did little to cover up her shame, but it was a lot better than nothing. She tried to thank him for this small mercy, but was too tired.
"Go to the car," he told her as he gathered up her belongings. She nodded and obeyed, slinking away from the giggling group with a face bright red with shame – almost as red as her other end.
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