Paul, Angela and Jenny 3: Jenny and Angela Have a Go
By Subboy Paul
Subboy_paul@hotmail.com
copyright 2002 by Subboy Paul, all rights reserved
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The English weather is noted for it's unsettled nature. Just
three days ago, when Aunt Eva had caned the fourteen year old
Paul in the summerhouse, it had been glorious hot and sunny.
Today, Friday, it was dull and overcast with rain forecast.
By nine O'clock the promised rain had started and it was
obvious to everyone that it would be an indoors day.
"What plans have you three young people got for today?" Aunt
Eva asked Angela, Jenny and Paul as they sat at the breakfast
table eating toast and marmalade. "I need to go into town at
about eleven and I won't be back until the middle of the
afternoon. I don't think you'll be able to get outside today,
it looks as if it will rain all day."
"We were hopping to go for a pick-nick." Said Angela glumly,
"But we can't do that in this weather. We will have to stay
in, maybe we could play some games."
"Yes! Lets play monopoly." Offered Paul "I like playing that
can I be the car please?" he added excitedly.
No one answered Paul. The two fourteen-year-old girls were
not keen on playing monopoly, but as neither could come up
with any other suggestion they decided to say nothing.
As no one had come up with a better idea Angela got the
monopoly board out. They set the game up on the floor in
Angela's bedroom; Angela put a record on her record player and
the game started. The three youngsters were quite involved
when at about half past ten Aunt Eva put her head round
Angela's bedroom door to say goodbye.
The game didn't last much longer as the two girls soon got fed
up with Paul winning. Angela put another record on the record
player and sat up on her bed. "Let's have a break," She said,
"does anyone else want a drink?"
"Yes please." Said her friend Jenny who was glad of a break
from the game.
"Orange please." Added Paul.
Angela left the room to get the drinks. Paul remained on the
floor where they had been playing. Jenny, who Paul thought
looked really pretty in her yellow summer dress, got up and
sat on the bed she had been sleeping in whist she was
visiting. She sat with her long slim legs over the edge of
the bed. Paul's eyes were drawn, like a moth to a candle, to
Jenny's tanned legs. Angela soon returned with a tray of
drinks and some biscuits from the kitchen.
The drinks finished the girls were in no hurry to continue the
game. Angela walked across the room to her record collection,
selected another record and put it on. Jenny moved further
back onto the bed and pulled her knees up towards her body.
Paul pretended not to notice that now most of the underside of
Jenny's smooth thighs were on show. Angela went back,
stepping over Paul, and sat on here chair.
The record played on. Jenny put her arms round her legs and
pulled them a little closer to her body as she rocked in time
to the music. Paul lay on the floor quite mesmerized by the
sight of Jenny's thighs and wondered how much longer it would
take her dress to move so that her knickers were on view.
"Paul" said Angela gently.
Paul, who almost jumped as his cousins voice brought him out
of his trance that had been brought on by the site of Jenny's
bare thighs, turned his head towards Angela and was greeted by
vast expanse of Angela's bare legs.
"Paul, what were you looking at just then?" asked Angela
having prized her male cousin's attention from her friend's
long shapely thighs.
"Um er nothing really." Offered Paul as he blushed and
hoped that he had not been caught out again. After all Jenny
did have nice legs as a matter of fact Angela's didn't look
too bad from where he was laying. It wasn't his fault if they
kept showing him their legs.
"I think you were peeping up Jenny's skirt Paul." Said
Angela.
Jenny began to show some interest in the conversation. "I
think he's looking up your skirt now Angela. Isn't he
disgusting? You would have thought he would have been cured
of that after Tuesdays whipping."
"I wasn't looking!" protested Paul.
"And I think you were looking and that your 'thingy' has got
hard again Paul." Said Angela forcefully. "I suppose we'd
better tell Mummy when she gets back" she sighed, "I can't
imagine what she will do or say, can you Paul?"
"No! No!" exclaimed Paul panicky, "I wasn't looking, I'm not
hard, and please don't tell Aunt Eva. It's not fair, I don't
want the cane again." He stuttered on.
"I think you were, you are and we should tell Aunt Eva," said
Jenny, "I'm sure she will cane you." She added as she swang
her legs off the bed. "It would serve you right if she gave
you twelve right across your bare bottom."
"Um " said Angela "Just think Paul, twelve stinging strokes
on your bare bottom. That would make it burn, I think you
would yell out then."
"No ! Please don't tell her." Paul begged as he lay on the
floor trying not to look at either girl. He was hard and he
knew he had to remain laying on his front if the girls were
not going to see the bulge in the front of his shorts. Time
seemed to almost stop and he wished his swelling would go
down.
"Well what are we going to do?" asked Jenny, "Shall we tell
Aunt Eva or not?"
"No !" said Paul.
"We could agree not to tell her I suppose." Offered Angela.
"Oh yes, please don't tell her." Begged Paul.
"It depends," added Angela, "Paul, you have been looking up
our skirts again haven't you?"
"Um, well yes but just a bit and not deliberately." The
red-faced Paul admitted.
"In that case, and if you don't want us to tell Mummy, I think
Jenny and I had better punish you. After all it was us you
were looking at and we don't want to put Mummy to too much
trouble do we?" said Angela.
Paul wasn't sure about this tern of events. His bottom was
still a bit tender from his last caning; he didn't want to let
any one cane him. He knew that if Aunt Eva was to cane him
the two girls would be allowed to watch, but what should he
do?
"I don't want to be caned again." He said eventually.
"OK," said Angela, "We'll just smack your bottom for looking
up our skirts and not tell Mummy. "Do you agree Jenny?"
"Um er yes, I suppose so." Stuttered Jenny who hadn't been
expecting any of this and was almost too shocked to say
anything. "That's if you think it's best not to tell your
mother, then we will have to do something ourselves." She
added recovering a bit.
"Right that's settled it, we're all agreed." Said Angela.
"Come on Paul let's have your clothes off and we'll just smack
your naughty bottom and save Mummy some trouble."
Paul slowly got to his feet still hoping the swelling in his
member would subside.
"Come on Paul," said Jenny, "shirt off don't take all day
about it."
Paul resigned himself to his fate and began to unbutton his
shirt. Once off he put it on the bed next to Jenny. The two
girls had already noticed the not inconsiderable lump in the
front of Paul's shorts and were keen to see him nude again.
"Your shorts," Said Angela impatiently, "You'll have to take
your shorts off next, come on!"
Paul undid the top of his shorts, and then he pushed the zip
down and slowly lowered his shorts before taking them off. He
stepped out of them than just stood still.
"Paul," said Jenny, "you're not very bright this morning are
you! Pick up your shorts and put them here on the bed. Then
take your underpants off then we can smack your bare bottom
can't we?"
Paul did as he was told, picked up his shorts and placed them
on the bed next to Jenny. Then he pushed his underpants down.
His hard member sprang out once it was free of the confinement
of his Y-fronts.
Both girls looked at Paul's throbbing prick. After a short
while Jenny spoke. "You were right Angela, his thingy is
hard. He told us it wasn't. I think that's two more things
to punish him for first for having a hard thingy and
secondly for telling us lies. What do you think Ange?"
Angela was too interested in Paul's bulging anatomy to pay
much attention to what Jenny had said. "Um yes I suppose so."
She eventually managed when she realised her friend was
addressing her. "Ok now," she said, trying to regain the
initiative, "let's have you bent over with your hands on the
bed. Jenny as you are left handed you stand on his right and
use your left hand to smack that side of his bottom. I'll
stand on his left and deal with the other side. Twenty smacks
each for looking up our skirts."
Paul moved towards the bed where Jenny was sitting. The
pretty blond haired girl got up giving Paul one more glimpse
of her knickers and took up position to Paul's right as Angela
had suggested.
"Right, not too fast now spread them out let us begin."
Said Angela as she brought her hand down on Paul's left
buttock. For some time the girls took it in turns to smack
Paul's nude bum cheeks. Neither really counted too accurately
and Paul's bottom was beginning to turn red.
"Ok. That's twenty each for looking up our skirts." Announced
Angela. "Now twenty for having a hard thingy. We'll smack
the opposite sides this time."
Paul tried to complain but his efforts were stopped by Angela
bringing her hand down on his bottom. "One." She said as
Jenny brought her hand down on the opposite side.
The smacks rained down on Paul's nude bottom with Angela
counting allowed.
When Angela got to twenty Paul begged the girls to let him off
any more smacks. "My bottom's really sore, please don't give
me any more smacks."
"But you lied to us," said Jenny, "we have to punish you for
lying or we will never be able to trust you."
"I'm sorry I told a fib, I didn't mean to be dishonest,"
pleaded Paul.
"We'll consider letting you off the other twenty if you behave
until after lunch." Offered Angela. "You'll have to make
lunch, serve it and clean up. If you do a good job we might,
just might let you off."
"Ok, I'll try. Can I get dressed now please?" Asked Paul
"I suppose so." Angela reluctantly agreed.
Paul served lunch and cleared away. By the time they had
finished lunch the weather had cleared up and the three
youngsters managed to get outside. There was no mention from
Angela or Jenny of Paul's extra twenty smacks and he was quite
happy not to bring the subject up.