Gathering materials to start a fire

“We’ll need materials to start a fire- go ahead and gather sticks, there are plenty everywhere, and, actually, go out to the car to get the lighter fluid, too.”

Lizzie knew there was no sense in arguing - she was already naked and didn't want to risk making her parents any angrier. She huffed off to the car to search for the lighter fluid.

She felt every little gust of wind sweep over her body. It was cold, her nipples perked up. She felt every crack of every leaf under her feet. Just to maintain what little dignity remained in her, Lizzie hopelessly covered her breasts and crotch. She heard snickers of neighboring campers, loud whispers, the clicks of cameras. She pretended not to see or hear any of them. She tried as best she could to focus on her task - luckily the lighter fluid was in a fairly obvious spot in the back seat of the car. Walking back to the fire pit, she used the container to give her crotch area more coverage, her other arm still wrapped over her breasts.

Meekly, Lizzie handed the lighter fluid to her mother, without a word.

"Thank you, Dear. Now run along and gather some sticks, just about as much as you can carry," her mother said, opting not to pay much more mind to her daughter's nudity.

For Lizzie, and most likely everyone else camping, her nudity was incredibly noticeable.

She felt ridiculous gathering all these tiny, pokey sticks, scratching her bare skin. She felt the earth around her begin to betray her - she found herself brushing up against trees and bushes which left her marked and rashed. How could her parents be so cruel? This punishment felt like so much overkill to poor Lizzie. A whole camping trip naked and exposed to the elements, let alone everyone else camping, all for forgetting her clothes.

Satisfied with the brush Lizzie had gathered, her parents started a fire which the family sat around together into the night. The warmth felt good against Lizzie's skin, almost like being clothed. She almost felt comfortable - until feeling a dreaded sensation - her ass itched like crazy! Out of nowhere, she seemed to her developed a crazy rash concentrated on her ass cheeks!

Great! Lizzie thought, Now I have a fucking ass rash from having to have been naked all day! I hate my parents!

"Mom.." Lizzie whispered, "I think I have a rash on my butt" she confessed almost silently. It was so embarrassing. Everyone would be able to see...

"Well, stand up, let's have a look" her mother commanded dismissively. Lizzie honestly didn't want to stand up or draw any attention to herself. She noticed her dad and brother trying to avoid eye contact and continue a separate conversation, but they both couldn't help the occasional peek. Begrudgingly, Lizzie lifted herself up and faced her backside to her mother's phone flashlight. It was almost impossible for Lizzie's father and brother not to look, now that her ass was under a spotlight.

Sure enough, it appeared that Lizzie's bottom had come into contact with poison oak a some point during the day. Luckily her parents had the foresight to bring along cortisone cream. Her mother retrieved it from the car and applied it generously to Lizzie's butt. There was something especially humiliating about this for Lizzie.

"Go ahead and part your cheeks just a bit so I can get some in between," Lizzie's mother urged.

"Oh my god.." Lizzie sighed. This was just too much

"Spread your buttcheeks or I'll have your father come do it for you, is that what you want?" her mother threatened.