Elizabeth was certainly very surprised to see the granny-aged woman sunbathing on the beach. After all, society was in lockdown with the virus passed so easily from person to person. The beach, like every beach in the country and, indeed, across most of the world, had been barricaded off. Everyone was being told to stay at home as much as possible, although could go out to exercise and to shop. Sunbathing outside your own garden was a definite no no, though.
Elizabeth was one of the junior lifeguards. As the beach was closed it was felt that the juniors could control things, and, after all, it was expected that no one would be there anyway.
So, when Elizabeth spotted the granny woman, she immediately went over to her. As she got closer, Elizabeth saw the woman was sunbathing topless although did have her bikini pants on.
Elizabeth was dressed for duty in a light blue short-sleeved blouse, light blue shorts with a thick leather belt, and with bare legs. Elizabeth was eighteen-years-old, six feet tall, slim, with long flowing blonde hair which whilst at work was tied back in a bun, a young sweet and innocent looking face, but was very fit and athletic and she certainly felt and looked strong and authoritative.
Elizabeth went over to the granny woman and demanded, “How dare you come to the beach.”
The granny woman looked up and replied arrogantly, “It’s my choice to come to the beach and sunbathe. I am not affecting anyone else.”
Elizabeth was angry and bent down and swung her hand and slapped her around the face. After all, Elizabeth and the other junior lifeguards had been given the authority to deal physically with offenders, and she had found in the past a good slap around the face usually gave her control. In any case, these were exceptional times and because so many people had been breaking the rules it was necessary to introduce some physical reprimands that would encourage people not to go to public places.
Elizabeth pointed out in an authoritative tone, “The rules are to stay at home. That means exactly that, so you can’t just decide to break the rules and expect to get away with it. This virus is so easy to pass on or to catch, so you can affect others who might have to go out and touch something you have touched and get the virus.”
Stephanie knew the argument, but didn’t see it applied to her, but just to everyone else. That wasn’t an uncommon thought but was restricted to those who people who weren’t community-spirited.
Elizabeth then ordered, “As you are topless please turn onto your tummy so I don’t have to look at your breasts.”
The granny was a bit surprised but thrown off balance by the authoritative tone of voice, and reluctantly gave a wearisome, “Okay, then, if I must,” and turned onto her tummy.
Elizabeth smirked as she took her thick leather belt off, wound it around her hand, and ordered, “Don’t move, or else,” raised her hand, and brought the belt down with a loud slapping sound on the granny woman’s bottom. She gave her another stroke of the belt before sarcastically saying, “I hope you are enjoying your sunbathing, you naughty old woman,” then landed a third heavy stroke.
The granny woman yelped with the pain but knew but it told her that she was dealing with a woman in authority and just wanted to get away. She was forced to reply, “No I am not. Please stop hitting me with your belt. I’ll leave the beach straight away.”
Elizabeth knew that three strokes of the belt was nowhere near sufficient a punishment for this woman who was breaking curfew. She, therefore, glared at the granny woman and ordered, “You will have to come with me. Now get up.”
The look on the granny woman’s face was again one of surprise but also turned into a look that told Elizabeth that she knew that she was in trouble as she stood up and saw the name badge, and said, “Sorry, Elizabeth.” However, Elizabeth knew the self-centred rule-breakers thought they could easily talk their way out of trouble but she knew how to deal with that attitude as she slapped the granny woman around the face a second time, and ordered, “You will address me as, ma’am.”
The granny was shaken by the second slap and couldn’t understand how come the lifeguard was being so rough. She wasn’t harming anyone after all, and at her age, the lifeguard should be showing her more respect. However, she decided to stay silent and would report this young lady to the authorities later on.
As soon as the woman was under control Elizabeth took out a pad and asked her name, age, and address.
The reply was more respectful as she gave her name, Stephanie, said she was sixty-six-years old and lived at an address just one hundred yards or so from the beach. However, given Stephanie’s usual assumption that she was better than everyone else, she added, “So this is almost my back garden, erm, ma’am,” remembering she had better be respectful rather than risk another slap around the face,
Elizabeth thought that Stephanie was still using a tone of voice that suggested that at her age she should not be having to listen to someone else. To emphasise how wrong that was, Elizabeth pointed out, “Well, I am eighteen-years-old, and I am in charge of this part of the beach.”
Whilst Elizabeth sounded authoritative, she was naturally a shy girl, but, now that she was in this position of authority, she knew that she was the one actually in charge. Also, being athletic, she knew she had the strength to deal with this granny woman and immediately grasped hold of her ear and started to drag her towards the lifeguard’s watchtower. She didn’t care that the granny woman was topless and her bikini bra, top, and bag, were all left on the beach still as she pulled her by the ear.
Elizabeth continued to pull Stephanie along by her ear, even though she was gasping with the pain at almost every step. She continued to pull her along at a pace until they got to the huts on the promenade that housed their office and rest areas, and took her to the reception desk where she said to the equally young lifeguard behind the desk, “I found this granny woman sunbathing. She needs to be processed and then disciplined.”
Stephanie was concerned with the threat of being disciplined as she had already been beaten with the young woman’s belt, and said, “Hang on a second, Elizabeth. I’ve said I’m sorry and that I will go home.”
Elizabeth glared at Stephanie and once again slapped her very hard across the face and ordered, “I said address me as ‘ma’am,’ you very naughty old woman.”
Stephanie had to admit that she had forgotten to address Elizabeth respectfully and knew now that she really was the one in charge of her and had to be obeyed. She, therefore, said, contritely, “Sorry, ma’am,”
Elizabeth felt she was getting through to Stephanie, but retained her strict control. She ordered, “Answer Laura’s questions.”
Laura smirked at Stephanie and asked the same questions about her name, age and address. Stephanie was now answering the questions very quickly and without querying anything, and calling her, ma’am, rather than by her name.
Indeed, Laura found it as noticeable as Elizabeth, both being just eighteen-years-old, how the older offenders started off scoffing at their authority but quickly submitted to it when they realised what their official powers were.
Stephanie hated having to obey two teenagers like this and felt she was being purposely humiliated. It certainly wasn’t natural for her because what she enjoyed was being a social bully who reckoned she was better than everybody else and was just the type to think it was funny to cough in a stranger’s face, normally someone old and frail, and say, ‘I have the virus,’ just to see the look of fear on their faces.
Stephanie was now getting to know, though, what it was like to have to obey those in authority, like Elizabeth and Laura, who knew people like Stephanie were in the wrong and needed to be put in their true place and supposed she was now going to find out what happens when you break the rules.
Once Stephanie was registered, Elizabeth clasped hold of her ear again and said, “Now let’s deal with you properly.” She then pulled Stephanie again quite roughly leading her by her ear and listening to her gasps of pain at almost every step, as she led her into one of the interrogation rooms. What surprised Stephanie was that they weren’t alone and, as she was the led up to a desk, she saw about twenty teenage girls, all dressed like Elizabeth and Laura, and so knew that they were all lifeguards. She did notice they were all standing about six feet apart from each other, as the rules stated.
Elizabeth saw the surprise on Stephanie’s face and explained, “As the beaches are empty, we are being trained to deal with offenders like you who are not keeping to the ‘Stay at home,’ regulations. There isn’t the time nor the capacity to take you all to court so we are all being given the authority to discipline you ourselves. That takes training, and the girls watching are undergoing that training now. So, they are going to watch everything that I do to you so that they will know what to do for next time.”
Nothing within the explanation helped Stephanie control her increasing fear of what was going to happen. She thought she would be able to get away with going to the beach exactly because there would be insufficient numbers of police and others to stop her. This proved to be the case because she got to the promenade, and simply walked past some plastic barriers, and then got to the beach. It was a sunny day and she always sunbathed topless and was actually quite enjoying herself, at least until Elizabeth came up and slapped her around the face. She had read that lifeguards were being trained to impose the new regulations, but she hadn’t understood just what those regulations were. She was beginning to.
As Stephanie was thinking through the mistake, she now realised that she had made, she felt her back being pushed and she was suddenly bending over the desk that was in front of her. She heard Elizabeth order, “Grab hold of the far side of the desk and spread your legs. I need your knickers off to check you for drugs.”
Elizabeth knew that the rules didn’t expect her to carry out this search unless she had reason to believe the offender was carrying drugs. She had no reason to think that of Stephanie, but, as this was a training session as much as anything else, she thought she would make the assumption she should check even someone this granny woman’s age, to show the others what to do. So, she first yanked down Stephanie’s bikini knickers and made her raise each leg so they could be taken completely off and she was now naked. Elizabeth then took out of the drawer plastic gloves and some lotion, parted Stephanie’s fleshy bottom cheeks, and filled her butt crack with lotion. She then eased her finger inside Stephanie’s butthole, explaining to those watching, “This is the best way to find out whether an offender is hiding drugs inside their body.”
Stephanie heard the exclamation but was more concerned about the finger wiggling around inside her butthole. She was equally concerned that she didn’t want her vagina checked because she already found her butthole being checked by a teenager, and in front of so many other teenagers, humiliating enough. However, her fear was well-founded because suddenly she felt Elizabeth’s finger leave her butthole and run down along her pussy lips and into her vagina. That was something that she did often enough when in bed by herself and thinking about some sexual fantasy, but certainly this was nothing like that. She closed her eyes tightly but had to wait obediently for Elizabeth to finish her search whilst, at the same time, explaining to those watching just what she was doing.
Stephanie was relieved when Elizabeth finally took her finger out of her vagina and heard her plastic gloves being taken off. She gasped though when she felt her bottom being spanked and, keeping hold of the far end of the table, squirmed around, and saw that it was Elizabeth who was landing spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks. She had already learnt from bitter experience, though, not to question anything that these teenage girls were doing to her, and so turned back looking away from Elizabeth and just accepted the spanking.
Elizabeth saw how submissive Stephanie was being, and knew that she had actually come to the end of her rights of interrogation and punishment. She had checked if she was carrying any drugs and she wasn’t, so what was left was to impose a fine. She did know that if offenders refused to cooperate or were aggressive, then further punishment could be imposed, and, from tomorrow, the new rules would be announced that allowed girls like Elizabeth and the other lifeguards to spank offenders much longer and then cane them as well, rather than just give them a few spanks and fine them. She, therefore, decided to bluff and said, “I know that you aren’t carrying drugs, but we have called the police and they have asked whether you need to be arrested. We have checked the rules and it seems that what you have done makes you liable to a prison sentence, without trial, of six months.”
Stephanie certainly wasn’t expecting anything like that and started to sob and beg to be let go. “Please let me off, ma’am. I promise not to go to the beach ever again. Please, ma’am, please, please.”
As Elizabeth saw that Stephanie really was worried, she played her next card which was to give her two alternatives. “I can offer you two options. You can either accept the punishment I can give you, of a spanking and the cane, or you can go to jail. The choice is yours.” Elizabeth made it a choice rather than her entitlement so, if Stephanie complained afterwards, she could claim it was her choice to be punished.
Stephanie thought that a spanking and even the cane was preferable to jail, and so, albeit reluctantly, she agreed and replied, “Yes, ma’am, I accept your punishment please, as anything is better than going to jail.”
Elizabeth was delighted that Stephanie had fallen for her bluff, and in any case, why should she worry if she wasn’t being completely truthful, because the person they were dealing with was an offender who had breached the stay-at-home rules, and, frankly, was putting everybody else at risk. It was therefore right to abuse her in just the same way that she was abusing everybody else.
Happy knowing that she would now give Stephanie a severe thrashing in front of the watching girls, Elizabeth went and sat in an upright chair which was facing those watching, glared at Stephanie, and ordered, “Now get across my lap.”
Stephanie was horrified she hadn’t thought to ask to be spanked in private but supposed this authoritative teenager would have said no anyway, and in any case, she was now more scared than she thought she could be and that didn’t change when she eased herself down across Elizabeth’s bare thighs and saw the floor come up to her face, at least stopping just a few inches away from her eyes, and then saw Elizabeth’s bare and muscularly upside-down legs. This was so scary for her, more so as she felt Elizabeth’s hand rubbing her bottom in circles. It wasn’t just the fear of the pain but as much the humiliation of being spanked in front of so many teenage girls. Of course, in the old days, she would’ve been given a phone call and called a solicitor and had a negotiation on whatever the right punishment was. Now though, that had all changed because of the virus, and she realised just how wrong she was to think she could get away with breaking the rules. Well, she hadn’t, and now she was going to suffer accordingly.