Chapter 3
After some games in amongst the bushes and trees, they climbed up to their 'hideaway,' and had some more pop. Diana and Gerald sat on the softer surface of the 'sofa' for their pop, and the matter of their sore behinds arose naturally. Muriel was so patently interested, that it was hardly any time before the suggestion of 'showing their marks' came up, and Gerald was unbuttoning his trousers as his sister tugged down her bloomers.
Muriel was really thrilled by the dark-red, raised lines of their welts, and gently ran a finger-tip across their hot hardness! She even 'kissed better' each mark, and then the pair of them took turns to perform a similar office for each other. Muriel's eyes widened as she saw the way Gerald's mouth went deep and low into the clef in his sister's bottom after kissing her marks as though he were going to get it down as far as her pee-hole! She was even more surprised to see how his little dicky stood out when his sister was kissing his bottom, and how Diana so casually slipped a hand around to give it a little squeeze. Again she felt those quivering little thrills in the pit of her belly, and an almost overpowering desire to rub her own slit!
Before this scene could develop any further, the bell summoned them back to the house for their tea!
After tea they hardly had a chance to be alone, and they went to bed with no further chance to discuss the caning. Once Diana and Muriel were alone together in their bedroom, Muriel was eager to get back to the matter, and took her chance when her cousin was undressing to suggest that she should put some cold-cream on her sore bottom for her. She herself was in just her vest and bloomers at the time, and Diana handed her the pot of cold cream, and laid over her lap to present her marked bottom in the most convenient posture.
The warmth of her cousin's bare belly on her thighs sent further thrills through Muriel, and the presentation of her upturned buttocks, as though to be spanked, added to then! She was just gently smoothing the soothing cream over the last of the marks, when the door-knob turned, and Gerald slipped into the room!
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his sister over Muriel's lap-then he saw the jar of cold cream, and shut the door behind him, saying, "What about me?" Diana scrambled up, and quickly added her voice to his, "Yes, go on, Muriel! Do his ass with the cream too!"
Gerald had come over, and was untying the cord of his pajamas as this took place, and bent over to take his sister's place on her lap, the trousers falling around his ankles as he bent. Muriel did not see his dick, but could feel it against her own bare thigh, and thrilled to it's touch!
Dipping her fingers into the cream, she made a start, smoothing it gently over the weals, and felt his little cock harden against her thigh as she did it. By the time she had creamed all the bruised flesh, it was like a little wooden peg against her, and she realized how this sex thing the girls had talked about at school could be possible! When she had finished, Gerald got up, and his cock was sticking out in front of him like a little flag-pole! As soon as Diana saw it, she perched on the bed edge, and called him to her, "Come here, Gerry! Let me see that little dickie of yours, and see what we can do for it!"
He went over to stand before his sister, and she took the rigid little staff into her hand. Pinching and thrusting back, she uncapped it's red little head, then started to work it up and down. Muriel sat open-mouthed and amazed whilst she watched this performance. As his sister worked on him, Gerald's gaze became fixed and glassy, his breath was coming in short, jerky gasps, and his tummy thrust to and fro in time to Diana's fingers manipulating his penis.
His face flushed, then his breathing went even more erratic. Muriel stared in amazement as several jets of thick, milky substance spurted from the tiny hole in the end of the frigged cock! It was the first time she had seen spunk, and a male 'coming.' Unconsciously, her hand went down to her belly, slipped inside the waist-band of her panties, and felt between her thighs for the pulsating slit where her sensations were emanating from!
Wracked by sensations she had never before experienced, Muriel slipped a finger-tip into the hot moist grotto of sensations-then the door opened once more! Auntie Julie stood there! "So! Just you wait! We'll see about this-right now!" She slammed the door, and they heard her hurrying down the stairs.
A minute later, the footsteps returned, this time very deliberate and purposeful! Julie entered the room, and shut the door. "Right! Now you are all going to get it! You first, Diana! Bend over the end of the bed!"
Diana slowly moved over to the foot of the bed, and folded herself into the required posture. Julia went over to stand behind and to one side of her, flexing the cane she had fetched. Looking at the marks of the caning she had given her daughter that afternoon, she commented, "It seems that you didn't learn very much from this afternoon's little tanning! We'll see if another dose does any good!"
She raised the whippy yellow stick, and this time Muriel saw as well as heard it swish down through the air and bury into the quivering cheeks of her cousin's bottom. Three hard strokes, at deliberate spacing, and Julia ordered Gerald to take his sister's place on the bed-end.
Again Muriel watched the cone rise and whip down, with a mixture of apprehension and thrill. Gerald cried out at each stroke, and she resolved to do better when it was her turn-then it came! Her aunt's voice, calmly instructing her, "Now you Muriel. Get those bloomers down and bend over!"
Moving to the end of the bed, her fingers were trembling as she tugged down her bloomers. At last she was bent to auntie Julia's satisfaction her bottom well upturned on the pile of "bedclothes. The cool length of the smooth stick touched her buttocks lightly as Julia tested her swing, then left-to return a second later, proceeded by that shrill whistle! As Muriel experienced the fiery agony of the cane's contact for the first time, she felt her lungs contract with the shriek she was determined not to utter, and tasted a salty taste as of blood in her mouth! The first unbearable sting deepened to a throbbing pain, and she unclenched her teeth-then the cane hissed as it arced through the air again! She couldn't prevent a slight gasp as it struck this time! Two-only one more to come! She tensed and clenched her fingers and lips for the final stroke. The waiting was interminable! It was as though ages had passed since the second cut!
Her aunt was too experienced at making a bottom smart to lay the cane onto those clenched cheeks, and waited until she saw the muscles relax involuntarily, then whipped the stick down with a sharp, wristy stroke that drew the cry she had been waiting for! Muriel's hands shot back to clutch desperately at her tormented flesh, and her aunt tucked the cane under her arm, ordering, "Now-back to your own room, Gerald. And I don't want to hear another sound up here tonight-or I shall be back with the stick!"
Waiting only for Gerald to depart, she also left the room, and the two girls, tears on their cheeks were in each other's arms, hugging themselves together in their joint suffering. After a few more minutes, the worst pain had died down to the hot throbbing, and they conferred in whispers, then put cream on each other's swollen welts, and lay on their beds, face down, and cuddled the pillows.
Soon Muriel heard the deeper, slower breaths that told her that her cousin was already asleep. Her bottom by this time was giving her very different sensations. The sharp smart had died away, and it felt as though a soft, warm blanket was over her bared flesh upturned on the bed! She could feel a gamut of sensations and little twinges in her sex-slit. Slowly, her fingers sttole down underneath her, and rubbed it surreptitiously, then, as the sensations sharpened and increased, with abandon. Her bottom lifted and fell on the bed as her loins worked against the caressing fingers, and she came to the point of her first orgasm!