Paul, Angela and Jenny 7: The Day After the Picnic By Subboy Paul Subboy_paul@hotmail.com copyright 2002 by Subboy Paul, all rights reserved * * * * * This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. Author's Note: Feel free to post this story on any FREE site. All I ask is that you email me to let me know where it is posted. Thank You. * * * * * The day after the picnic, when Paul had seen and played with both girls' breasts he woke late. The fourteen year old lay in bed running over the events of the previous day. He could remember the feel of Jenny's squashy tits and of Angela's smaller ones. His hand strayed down to his prick, which had become hard again. "NO!" he said to himself, "I must stop playing with myself all the time." Paul forced his hand away, got out of bed and made his way towards the bathroom fro a shower. On his way he noticed the girls' bedroom door was not properly closed and he looked in. Paul could see his cousin Angela sat at her dressing table. From his position he could only see her back. Angela was wearing just her bra and knickers and was brushing her hair. Paul heard Jenny ask Angela if she wanted her to brush her hair for her. Angela didn't reply but Jenny went over and took the brush. Jenny was dressed in a short nightie and Paul could see nearly all of her legs. Paul was mesmerised by the action. Suddenly he was brought back to earth with a bump. "Paul! What are you doing?" Aunt Eva shouted. Paul jumped, the two girls looked round and saw him through the part opened door. "I'm ..er .. um I'm just going for a shower." Mumbled Paul and pointed at the bathroom. "You were peeping at the girls again young man," accused Aunt Eva, "I thought I'd taught you a lesson about that. Now go to the summer house." She ordered Paul. "Girls, you get dressed quickly and go and get him ready, I'll be down in ten minutes." Paul made his way to the summer house, he was still in his pyjamas and dressing gown. As the girls quickly dressed they speculated at what Paul's punishment would be and how he would react. In a few minutes all three youngsters were in the summer house. "Come on Paul," said Angela "you had better be ready or Mummy will be even crosser than she is now, you know you have to take your things off." Paul knew what would happen, Aunt Eva will cane his bare bottom. He resigned himself to his fate and began to undress. It didn't take long and soon he stood naked in front of the two fourteen year old girls. Despite his impending punishment Paul's prick had hardened. The girls noticed his condition at once. "If your Mother sees his thingy all hard she'll give him a few extra strokes, wont she Angela?" asked Jenny. "Oh yes," replied Angela, "probably three or even four extra, and that will be on top of the ten or twelve she has already planned. I'm sure a full sixteen will make him sing out!" She added. "Do you think we should help it go soft, or should we let Mother see him like this?" she asked her friend. "What do you think Paul, do you want us to help you make it go down so you don't get extra strokes?" Angela said turning to Paul, "We will if you promise to do what ever we say for the rest of the day. Or would you rather have four extra strokes with Mothers swishy cane?" "I don't want extra and I don't want to promise anything." Replied Paul. "Oh well" said Jenny, "It's your bottom, just think it could be sixteen, that's twice what you had last time." Paul didn't like either option but gave into his throbbing prick. "Ok but please don't hit my bottom, and be quick, or I'll be caught like last time." Paul remembered how he'd spurted all over the front of Aunt Eva's dress the last time he had been in the summer house for a punishment. Triumphantly Angela took hold of Paul's prick and began to pump it up and down. In his excited state it didn't take Paul long to cum, which was just as well as the girls had only just cleaned up when Aunt Eva arrived with the cane. As he saw her coming towards the summer house Paul bent over the back of the chair. He didn't want to risk annoying his aunt any more. "I'm very cross with you Paul." Said Aunt Eva. "I thought I'd taught you not to go spying on the girls. Now this time I'll give you a round ten. Stay where you are, don't go jumping about. I haven't got time to mess about, I've got to go out and it's cooks day off." With that Aunt Eva swung the cane down at Paul's upturned bottom. Quickly she added number two and three to the upturned bottom. Paul stayed in position. Strokes four and five were driven in hard and low. Stroke six landed on the top of Paul's thighs made him yell and jump up. "Angela, hold him down." Aunt Eva said to her daughter. If you move again, Paul, I'll give you two extra." Angela pushed Paul down over the back of the chair and held him. Paul could feel her close to him and could see her bare legs. All thoughts of Angela's body went out of Paul's mind as his Aunt whipped the cane down across the full part of his naked bottom. Paul gave another yelp. Stroke eight followed quickly and Paul began to sob. Number nine was again aimed low and it took all of Angela's strength to hold Paul in position. Aunt Eva paused. "Just one more to go. Keep a tight hold Angela." The last stroke was aimed diagonally across Paul's buttocks. The young boy cried out as the pain sank in. Angela held him tight, he was sobbing uncontrollably. Aunt Eva looked at the naked boy still bent over the chair. "I hope that will teach you not to spy on the girls. Now I've got to go. I won't be back until some time after four so you three had better get your own lunch." As it had began to rain Aunt Eva took Paul's dressing gown to keep the rain off her. She picked up his pyjamas and turned to leave. Angela let go of Paul and he sank to his knees. "Wow!" exclaimed Jenny, "she really let him have it." "I've never seen her so cross," added Angela, "I bet you're glad I made your thingy go soft and you didn't get six more aren't you Paul?" Paul could say nothing the tears were rolling down his face. The two girls sat down and watched the rain on the windows. They were both thinking about Paul and what they could get him to do for the rest of the day. They saw Aunt Eva drive away and let Paul calm down a bit. "It's still raining," said Jenny, "if we go back to the house dressed like this we'll get soaked. Paul get up and fetch our coats for us." Paul got up and left the summer house to fetch the girls coats. The rain felt cold on his naked body, but he was quite pleased to get out of the building where he had received such a thrashing. Once he had gone the girls began to talk about what they would like to do during the day. To be continued. . I'm looking for suggestions as to what will happen.