Trailer For Instruments of Persuasion Part 2

I remeber a couple of years back going on holiday “in Les landes” near Mimizan,( the biggest sandy beaches and pine forests in France ).When we arrived I was soon in my swiming trunks ready to go in the water,but mum caught hold of me,saying “one minute young man you’re supposed to help too!And opening a very old cupboard wich apparently had’nt been opened since a long time,she fell upon 2 old vintage bib aprons with crossed straps in the back,and straight away I was fitted with one,then mum allways looking at the shelf of the top of the cupboard took out a very old vintage Martinet,with it’s round wooden handle and 9 thick brown leather tails full of dust,shaking them she added” wow !this is going to be usefull too! and it proved to be so latter on! After helping mum and dad ( allways in my apron, I was let go and we had dinner,then I took a path through the pine forest to the Atlantic ocean,and having fun,but not noticing time flying by!sudenly my mum came along with the old Martinet in hand and telling me to get out of the water,wich I did not,and she was furious,going back to the chalet we had hired,but feeling hungry and worried I had to go back to our location,and my parents were allready at the table on the wooden terasse taking their evening meal!.I came up and sitting awaiting my meal,mum got up went inside and came back with the martinet in hand telling me “allright lower your trunks,,but I did’nt move,she then grabbed me and lowering them gave me a good whipping of 10 hard strokes on my bare ass,wich really stinged me and saying you’re not too old at 14 to still get martinet whippings “! The next morning my parents gowing to the nearest shop in this isolated region,told me “no you stay here while we go shopping,clean up the chalet,we won’t be gone long!and tying me up very tightly this time in that damned vintage apron so as I could not escape out of it,and taking the Martinet in the car ,and off they went and I had to clean up the place. finally my parents came back from the shop, and I was let loose from the Apron,then trying to escape I was called back again by mum,who this time has decided to bring back from the store a large bermuda with big green and yellow flowers on it but also large straps on it too,and i was told too get everything off me and put it on,wich i refused ( again) saying “but this is a girl’s bermuda”,this time my mum looking at my father and saying ” you see I told you he’s a real little rebel”!,and went to the car bringing once more the martinet,I tried to escape but no luck my mother had allready blocked me within her arms!,and being naked I was put across her knees ,and boy what another whipping i got with that blasted martinet( 20 strokes this time!),and making me kneel for 30mn on the wooden planks I turned around and looked at my ass it was full of red lines,( due to the martinet leather tails!),.Then I was allowed to go to the beach along with my parents,anyway,i never imagined on our summer holidays receiving at my age martinet whippings and being tied up in an old fashion bib apron with straps,letting alone when we went out togrther ,i was allways wearing my “girls bermudas with straps,especialy that it was too large my mum fastened up the straps and when walking it kept going up and down,,even some girls saying oh little boy have you lost you mummy,but that was my summer holiday in Mimizan!