Victoria threw a quick warning glance Emily's way and shook her head. Emily fell silent and pulled herself to her feet "What's the plan for tomorrow then?" Emily asked.
"Good question" said Victoria "I think we'll steer clear of the den until the workmen have finished. God only knows how long that will be. We can still play in the forest though. We'll meet up here in the morning and decide then."
"Okay" said Emily "I'd better dash, or I'll be for it anyway."
Emily gave Victoria and Paul a hug and a kiss and headed downstairs on her own. Victoria waited for her to leave and then gave Paul a hug and kissed him.
"You don't have to come" she said.
Paul looked at her, surprised at her comment "You know I do" he said "I don't care if I get blistered, I'm not letting you go on your own."
"You're a loony" she said.
"Says the Queen of the loonies" replied Paul.
They headed downstairs together and out of the house. Victoria locked up carefully and then they walked off into the forest in a comfortable silence.
CHAPTER SIXTY TWO
Helen was sitting on Giles' bed when he woke and she was smiling at him.
"Come on sleepy head, time to get up" she said cheerfully.
Giles wasn't expecting her, and he certainly wasn't expecting her to sound so friendly. He looked at his alarm clock "It's a bit early" he said.
"No it isn't, we've got a lot to do today" said Helen and she jumped off the bed, dragging the duvet with her "Come on, pyjamas off."
Giles frowned at her and curled up to cover his early morning erection "Helen, can't I have any privacy?" he said.
"Not with me you can't. Now come on, if you don't get up this instant I'm going to get cross, and that's going to mean a spanking and a wanking" she said, and then giggled at her unintentional rhyme.
Giles slid his legs sideways and dropped his feet onto the floor "I'll meet you in the kitchen then" he said hopefully "At breakfast."
"Stand up and get those pyjamas off" said Helen ignoring his suggestion "I want to see you."
"Why?" he asked. He stood up anyway for fear of annoying her, although he kept his hands in front of his waning erection.
"Because I want to see how sore you are and whether you've been being naughty. Mummy said I had to keep an eye on you and you don't want a bad report do you?" she said.
Giles paled and swallowed "No" he said "I've been good, I promise."
"It's not promises I want" said Helen "It's willies, so get those pyjamas off and I'll have a look."
Giles unbuttoned his pyjama shirt, having to take his hands away from his groin to do so. He was completely flaccid now so he didn't have much to hide in any case. He dropped his top on the bed and with a quick sigh dropped his trousers down and off. He stood red faced as Helen took hold of his willy, rolling it around carefully. She pulled back his foreskin examined underneath. Giles couldn't help but start to get erect again.
"Still looks sore" said Helen "Can't you keep that thing down for two seconds. You're like an animal."
"It's not my fault" complained Giles "If you're going to touch it like that!"
"I'm your step-sister and you shouldn't be getting hard with me touching it. It just proves what a pervert you are" said Helen, with a finality that brooked no argument. Nevertheless she didn't release him until he was fully erect and standing upright.
"Are you going to be a good boy today and do as you're told, or am I going to have to smack your naughty bottom?" asked Helen.
Alan closed his eyes and opened them again. He didn't want to answer the question, it was just humiliating, but the alternative was much worse.
"I'll be a good boy" he said with his head down. He convinced himself that one day, one day soon, the boot would be on the other foot, and he'd made Helen pay for her many humiliations of him. He looked forward to that day very much, and he intended to make her pay very dearly.
"Good. Go and have a wash, then get dressed and come down to breakfast. Don't be long though because we're going to be busy" said Helen.
"Why? What are we doing?" asked Giles suspiciously.
"First we're going to church, and then I've got some friends coming round to play" said Helen as she headed for the door "It's going to be great fun!"
Emily woke slowly, passing through that half awake half asleep stage with a nagging high pitched voice in the distance. Light was already attacking her curtains aggressively and she looked at her clock. It was still early. She looked over at Alison's bed, but it was empty and neatly made. Suddenly she made some sense of the noise: it was Thomas, arguing about something downstairs.
Emily climbed out of bed and stretched before making her way to the bathroom hoping that Alison wasn't still in there. The bathroom was empty, so she took off her nightie, used the toilet, and then jumped in the shower. By the time she emerged, clean and refreshed, the noise from downstairs had stopped and she dried herself quickly.
Returning to her room she folded her nightie under her pillow, made her bed, and then got dressed, ready for a new day. Her thoughts turned to Paul and Victoria, and how they had got on last night clearing out the den. She felt guilty that she hadn't been able to help, and resolved to try to make up for it somehow today.
As she walked into the kitchen she saw Alison washing up, and her mother sat at the table with a cup of tea.
"Morning, darling" said Diane.
"Morning mum" said Emily. She and Alison exchanged greetings and Emily noticed Thomas stood next to the back door with his trousers and pants round his ankles. His bottom did not look red.
"I'll get to him when I have time" said Diane.
"Oh" said Emily. She knew better than to ask what he had done, she knew that revisiting the incident was only likely to anger her mother further and possibly worsen Thomas' punishment. She poured some tea for herself and took some toast from the rack.
Victoria rolled over in her bed, an arm searching for something that wasn't there.
"Paul?" she mumbled, half asleep. She opened her eyes, but he wasn't there. She sighed disappointedly. They had discussed Paul going home after they had cleared then den and then sneaking out again so they could spend the night together, but they had both agreed that it was too risky and so they had abandoned the idea. Victoria regretted that now. She thought it would be wonderful to wake up next to Paul, to watch him sleeping, to kiss him slowly awake. She was in the mood now, really in the mood, and all warm and cosy and relaxed she could think of nothing better than to make love, slowly and tenderly.
She hoped that her period had stopped. It was too early really, but they were still irregular, they hadn't yet settled down to a steady rhythm and she could be hopeful. She lay back and stared at the ceiling, resisting the temptation to stimulate herself. She hoped that Paul had been alright last night; that he hadn't got into trouble when he had gone home. He had already had a bad enough day without adding a beating from his mother on top. She decided to be extra especially nice to him today.
Paul woke with a start as a sharp rattle close to his ear disturbed him.
"I thought I'd bring you some tea" said Felicity putting the cup and saucer down on his bedside table.
"Thanks, mum" said Paul sitting up.
Paul kept his legs a little raised, so there would be no evidence of his erection showing. He willed it to disappear. There had been no final resolution last night. When he had returned home his mother had admonished him for his lateness and just sent him to bed, telling him they'd deal with it in the morning. He did not yet know how it would be dealt with, but a cup of tea in bed was an encouraging sign.
Felicity stroked his cheek and ruffled his hair. Paul could see the guilt still in her eyes. He turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand. "It's okay mum" he said "I'm alright."
Felicity leaned over and gave him a hug causing his duvet to slip slightly. Paul tugged it back up before picking up his tea and taking a sip. Felicity sat on the bed.
"About last night" she said "You were very late, but we'll let it go this time. If it happens again though..."
"Sorry mum, just lost track of the time that's all" said Paul.
"What were you doing?" she asked.
"Discussing Shakespeare" he said.
"Very erudite. I never really liked him, school's fault I suppose" she said.
"He's good" said Paul "I like him anyway. And now is the winter of our discontent, and all that."
"Talking of discontent" said Felicity "You're aunt Lizzie and Angela are coming to stay for a few days."
"Why?" asked Paul.
Felicity hesitated briefly. "Well I suppose you're old enough now" she began, as if she was about to reveal some deep held secret of the universe "She and your uncle Harold haven't been getting on too well this past year or so, and they've had a bit of a falling out. She just needs a break that's all."
"Oh" said Paul, not in the least bit surprised.
"So I don't want you causing any trouble. She's probably going to be a bit upset, Angela too in all likelihood, so I don't want you two arguing or fighting" said Felicity.
"Alright" said Paul, sipping more tea.
"In fact, it would be helpful if you could keep Angela out of the way, you know, introduce her to your friends and so on" said Felicity.
"Mum, it's not that easy, we've got things to do..." began Paul, not wanting to have to drag his cousin around with him, let alone the effect it would have on restricting the gang's activities.
"Don't be selfish Paul, your aunt and I are going to be talking, she's probably got a lot she wants to get off her chest, and we don't want Angela around, it's only going to upset her" said Felicity.
Paul sighed and put his empty cup back on its saucer.
"It'll only be for a few days" she said to reassure him.
"Alright" said Paul finally.
"And we need to do something about getting your hair cut" said Felicity ruffling his hair again "I'll leave you to get up and dressed then."
Felicity stood up and left the room, closing the door behind her. Paul lay in bed wondering how he was going to cope with his cousin being around. She was a right little vixen, and he was going to have to work hard to keep her out of trouble.
Keith looked up from his newspaper when the doorbell rang.
"Who could that be this early?" asked Margaret.
"Bathroom people?" suggested Keith.
"Shouldn't be here until nine" said Margaret, drying her hands on a tea-towel and heading out into the hall.
Ben munched sleepily on his Frosties, while Amy slurped the remainder of her honey flavoured milk. Keith flipped the newspaper noisily. Conversation at the breakfast table was always very limited, at least when Margaret was absent.
Margaret returned, Alison at her side.
"Hi" said Alison.
"Hi" said Amy cheerfully.
Ben looked up with worried eyes "Hi" he said, rather less enthusiastically.
Keith looked up from his newspaper, and eyed Alison up and down. He felt a tingle run through him as he remembered what Margaret had said about them spanking Alison and Emily if they warranted it. The thought of putting a bare bottomed Alison over his lap excited him in ways he didn't want to admit, even to himself. He quickly looked back down at his newspaper and pretended to read. His mind turned to Victoria, and the prospect of...
"Just thought I'd come and see if you wanted to come out to play" said Alison.
"Okay" said Amy.
"S'pose" said Ben.
"Oh don't be so grumpy" said Margaret "He's just like his dad first thing in the morning."
Keith looked up "What?"
"Grumpy" said Margaret "Just like you."
"I'm not grumpy. What are you on about?" he said.
"See?" said Margaret.
Keith sneaked a look at Alison again. He couldn't help but realise what a beautiful young girl she was, and tried to imagine how Ben had felt seeing her naked and having a spanking, and how Ben must have felt being naked and getting a spanking in front of her. He wondered if Ben had got excited, and whether that had added to his embarrassment. He had to assume that it had. He realised that he was getting excited himself and he looked back down at his paper again. His heart was racing, and adrenalin was surging round his body. He didn't really understand why, and he assumed it must be something to do with connecting with his own childhood, and how he would have felt at that age under those circumstances. On the other hand, his thoughts about Victoria had nothing to do with his childhood and her bottom floated back unbidden to his mind. He was quite erect.
"Hadn't you better be getting to work?" said Margaret.
"Just finish this" mumbled Keith, pretending to be absorbed, and not wanting to stand up right now.
Amy got up from the table and put her bowl next to the kitchen sink. Ben continued to munch Frosties, his eyes darting about wildly, terrified that any moment his secret would be out. He was waiting for Alison to kiss him, or tell him he shouldn't be wearing any clothes until he was used to being naked, or for his mother or father to ask him what they'd been up to together. He felt slightly nauseous.
"Come on, Ben, I want to get washed up and clean the kitchen before the bathroom men arrive" said Margaret.
Ben looked up, studied her comment carefully for anything remotely embarrassing and then nodded "I'm not really hungry" he said, getting up from the table.
"You'd never have guessed the way you attacked that bowl of cereal when you started" said Margaret. She watched Ben and she could see that he was nervous. She was sure it was because of Alison's presence and she wondered if he had a crush on her. She wouldn't be surprised, such a beautiful girl, and Ben being the age he was. It was probably all very confusing for him. She smiled at him "All right then, you go and play, but remember, don't get dirty or you're off to the vicarage."
"He can come to our house" said Alison.
"I know, your mum's already offered, but the Reverend offered first, so..." said Margaret.
"I just thought it would save the Reverend the trouble, you know how busy he is" said Alison hopefully.
"I know, but..." said Margaret.
Ben put his bowl next to Amy's and headed out into the hall on his own without a word to Alison or Amy. "We'd better go" said Amy, leading Alison out after her.
"What are we doing here?" asked Giles, as Helen led him into the church.
"You'll see" said Helen.
Helen led Giles to the row of pews at the very back of the church and she carefully placed down a white and blue cloth with pink and blue flowers on.
"There we are" said Helen.
Giles eyed the cloth suspiciously "What's that for?" he asked, unsure about whether he was going to like the answer.
"So we don't make a mess" she said "Now you need to get undressed."
"In church?" he said surprised.
"Yes" said Helen.
"I can't, not in church" he said.
"Of course you can. God made you, he's seen you naked a lot of times, he won't mind" said Helen.
"What if someone comes in? What if dad comes in?" asked Giles in a panic.
"The quicker you are the less likely someone will come" said Helen.
Giles just stood there staring at Helen in disbelief "But... it's.... church!" said Giles again as though Helen must not have heard him the first time.
"Am I going to have to spank you already?" asked Helen "You said you were going to be a good boy, and now it looks like I'm going to have to spend all morning smacking your naughty bottom. Well at least the girls will help me, give me a bit of a rest."
Giles continued to stare at Helen. She was deadly serious, he was convinced of that. He looked to the altar, to the doors, to the pew, and back at Helen again. 'Oh dear God, let me get my revenge, please' he prayed.
No divine intervention occurred. He stood just as before, and Helen eyed him crossly.
"I can't believe you're being so naughty" said Helen "Not only am I going to have to spank you with help from the girls, I'm also going to have to tell mummy you were rude with them, and tell Victoria you've refused to do as she said. You must really like being punished!"
"Oh God no, please don't. Alright" said Giles finally. He began to get undressed.
Helen watched him, a contented smile crossed her lips and she took each item of clothing from him as he removed it. Giles hesitated once he was down to his underpants. "Can I just..." He began.
"No!" said Helen "Give them to me!"
Giles took his pants off and handed them to Helen. She added them to the pile she was holding. Giles stood there with a slight shiver. Being naked in church was a very odd and very uncomfortable feeling, and even though it was midsummer it was cold in the church.
"Lie down on the cloth" she said.
Giles looked at the cloth and then at the doors again. He sat, swivelled his legs and then lay down.
"Time for another wank I think" said Helen.
"Helen!" said Giles "No, for God's sake. It's church!" He was outraged, humiliated beyond belief. The idea of masturbating in church was just... he didn't know, but... it couldn't be done.
"Do as you're told you naughty boy or I am going to get very cross. Very cross indeed" said Helen.
Giles went red and his face burned. He took hold of his penis with the greatest reluctance, but he was as far from hard as he had ever been. "Dear Lord, forgive me" he prayed silently.
Helen watched as Giles struggled to erect himself "The longer you take the greater the risk someone will come in and see you" she said.
The added pressure did nothing to aid Giles in his attempts to get excited. He closed his eyes and cast his mind back to when he had made Emily and Alison pull their knickers down and he had seen their fannies. Slowly his penis stiffened and he began stroking himself. When the image had worn itself out, losing its potency, he turned his mind to when he had molested the naked Alison near the den. Soon he was pumping enthusiastically with Helen watching him closely.
"Don't squirt it all" said Helen "You'll need to save some for later."
'Later?' thought Giles 'Why for later?' and then 'What makes her think I have any control over it anyway?' He quickly turned his thoughts back to Alison, and then he transformed her into Victoria, and it was her naked form, tied and helpless, he was molesting. He squeezed her nipples hard until she shrieked, and he ran his hand up and down her fanny until she begged him to fuck her. Giles came all over himself. Pumping and squirting heavily.
Helen frowned "That's too much" she said "Why can't you just be good and do as you're told."
Giles stopped and took a couple of deep breaths "It's not my fault" he said "There's nothing I can do to control it."
"Wipe yourself up with the cloth and get dressed" she said "We have to get back, the girls'll be here soon."
Giles groaned. He didn't know what Helen had planned but he was sure it was going to be intolerable.
There was a knock at the back door and Victoria got up from the table to open it. When she saw Paul she hugged him tightly and gave him a big kiss.
"Today?" he asked hopefully.
"Maybe tomorrow" she said, as disappointed as Paul was to hear the news. She hoped tomorrow anyway, her period should have stopped by then.
She pulled Paul into the kitchen, kicked the door shut with her foot, and kissed him passionately. One hand grasped his hair, the other ranged up and down his back and bottom. Paul kissed back with equal passion, his penis stirring powerfully, but his hands stayed around Victoria's shoulders.
"Coffee?" asked Victoria, finally letting Paul go.
"Sex?" he suggested.
"I think we've only got tea or coffee" said Victoria with grin.
"Coffee then please" he said.
There was another knock at the door, but Victoria left it to Paul while she fetched a mug and lifted the coffee pot.
"Oh, hi, Paul" said Emily.
"Morning Emily" said Paul "Come in" he poked his head out of the door briefly "Alison not with you?"
"No, she's gone to fetch Ben and Amy" said Emily, as she looked down at the front of Paul's trousers "What have you two been up to?" she asked as she stroked a hand quickly down Paul's protuberance.
"Ooooh, don't do that" said Paul.
"Nothing" said Victoria "Paul's only just arrived."
"Didn't stay the night then?" asked Emily.
"No, too risky" said Victoria.
"Just wondered" said Emily.
"Coffee?" asked Victoria.
"Please" said Emily.
"What about Dave?" asked Paul.
"Oh, I didn't think" said Emily "D'you think I should fetch him?"
"Later" said Victoria "We need to decide what we're going to do first."
They all sat at the table with mugs of coffee and adopted thoughtful expressions, having difficulty imagining how to fill a day without the den available.
"We could go swimming" said Paul.
"Not for me, not at the moment" said Victoria.
"Oh, sorry" said Paul.
"We could just pick a nice spot in the forest and just carry on as normal there" said Emily.
"Too risky, we wouldn't have the cameras to give us early warning" said Victoria.
"True" said Emily.
"We could stay here and have some fun" suggested Paul.
"Parents'll be back this afternoon" said Victoria.
"You come up with something then" said Emily.
"Sorry, I'm not being deliberately difficult" said Victoria.
"I know" said Emily "But our ideas are no good."
"Okay, what if, we just hang out in the neighbourhood. We could go and see how Helen's getting on with Giles, pay a visit to Wendy see how she's getting on with Alan, see who else is around and what's going on" said Victoria.
"Okay, that sounds like fun" said Emily.
"Are we going to be doing anything?" asked Paul pointedly.
"Probably not, it's a bit risky, but hey - you never know" said Victoria "We'll play it by ear, but take your lead from me okay?"
"You're the boss" said Paul.
"And don't you love it!" said Victoria, with a smile. Paul panted like a dog, a huge grin on his face.
"Sounds like fun!" said Emily "We could cause havoc you know."
"If we can get away with it" said Victoria "Why not?"
"Wow!" said Paul "The gang on the loose. Patrolling the streets looking for poor victims. Run boys and girls, run screaming to your mummies, the gang's coming to get you."
"Oh, that's why he's hard" said Emily with a giggle "He's been fantasising about this hasn't he."
"We need to take the camera, just for protection" said Victoria.
"Check" said Paul.
"Some handcuffs'll be useful" said Emily.
"Check" said Paul.
"Riding crop?" suggested Victoria.
"Check" said Paul.
"Bag" said Emily.
"We'll make a list" said Victoria.
There was knock on the door, and Emily let Alison in with Ben and Amy.
"Morning darlings" said Victoria "Come on in, we've got a very exciting day planned."
Alison and Amy grinned broadly, while Ben began to look worried.
Continued in Chapter Sixty Three/p>