Chapter 4
They kept out of trouble for several days after this, and Muriel was almost sorry that she didn't get any chance to relive the sensations that she had experienced after her caning, but the other's who had had two doses in the one day were very astute in avoiding any repetition of the affair!
On Friday morning, a letter arrived to tell Aunt Julia that Muriel's mother was arriving in the country for a week the following day. so Muriel was to be put on the noon train that Saturday to go and join her at the coast for a little holiday. The holiday, and seeing her mother were very welcome-but she was a little sorry to be leaving the house where she had first experienced the adult thrill of a 'come'.
Saturday morning found her all packed, and left alone with Gerald whilst her aunt and Diana went to do some shopping. They climbed up into the tree-house, and drank pop as they talked of Muriel's holiday. Gerald was very sorry to be losing his other friend for the holidays, but was not too forwards. Wondering how to take the initiative, Muriel's eye fell on the strap that they had left up there.
Picking it up, she felt the hard smoothness of the pliable leather, and smiled, "Maybe you had better take this back up to the attic. Diana might decide to use it on you!"
Geral grinned, "like she did on you! I saw your legs when you climbed up to the look-out!"
Muriel felt her breathing quicken as she remembered that day, she blushed, and agreed, "I thought I could feel your eyes on me as I climbed!"
With a chuckle, Gerald commented, "That wasn't all you felt! Did she really lay it on?"
Thrilling to the conversation and the memories Muriel confessed, "Well, she made me smart a bit! I could still feel it when we sat down to tea!"
Gerald reached over, and took the strap from her fingers. Almost absent-mindedly, he swung it and smacked it against his open palm. "Hmm! It does sting, doesn't it? I bet you wouldn't be in a hurry to try it again!" He was eying her speculatively, and with a gleam of excitement in his eyes.
Muriel blushed, but put on a brave voice. "Oh! I don't know! But she isn't here anyway-and you couldn't do it!"
This drew the expected response, "Who says I couldn't? I bet I could! And make you cry 'Uncle'! "
This was the challenge that Muriel had been half-hoping for. In her most provocative manner, she sauced, "It would take a man-not his shirt-buttons!"
Gerald sprang to his feet, and made a grab for her. She tried to dodge, but ensured that she was much too slow so that she fell against him. They sprawled on the 'sofa', and she contrived to squirm, as though to escape, in such a way that she went onto her tummy. With a hoarse cry of triumph, Gerald got a hand on her back to pin her down, and pushed her frock out of the way, the strap brushing against her bare thighs as he did so.
A quiver of apprehensive delight ran down her legs, and with pretended alarm, she protested, "No! You mustn't pull my panties down!" His hand, which had been raising the strap, dropped back down. "I shall too!" Catching their seat, he tugged hard. The elastic stretched, but couldn't come down under her tummy. Still pretending to be trying to squirm free, she wriggled in such a manner as to lift her hips a fraction, and the pants shot down around her thighs as the pressure on the elastic was released. Bottom bared, she lay still, waiting for the strap to start on it's task!
She hadn't long to wait, and the leather cracked across her buttocks with its sharply smarting bite! She squirmed in more of a sexual ecstasy than pain as he laid it on again and again, and the heat built up in her loins. By the time her bottom was blushing rosily from this leather massage, and he stopped, her hips were pressing and rubbing against the blanket covering the 'sofa'.
Gerald released her, and she made no effort to rise-or to cover her heated flesh. After a few moments, Gerald tossed the strap aside, and his hand went to the rosy skin, and stroked it softly. The very touch on the sensitive flesh sent fresh spasms of ecstasy through her. She was in a little heaven of sexuality!
She could stand it no longer, and reached back to search in his lap, and located the stiff little cock! He gave a little gasp as she touched it, then panted, "Oh! Will you play with it like Di does sometimes?" Muriel squirmed around until they were sat side by side, and he ripped open the buttons of his trousers to allow the erect prick stand out clear!
Muriel's soft fingers went eagerly to this lovely little plaything, and she pressed down until the red head was clear as she had seen Diana do. Slowly she pressed up and down, thrilling to the rapt expression on the lad's face, and the throbbing she could feel in the hot hardness of the little shaft!
Gerald's hand came over, and rested on the top of her nearest thigh, then crept over and down to search between the soft thighs. A quiver ran down her spine, and she moved her legs apart a little to allow him access. The fingers that his sister had trained were soon at her little cunt, and probing the sex-swollen lips!
The slow motions speeded up, and in a few moments they were both panting with desire and sexual arousal!
Muriel could feel the pressure again building up towards a climax in her belly, and the little cock was jerking and pulsing in her manipulating fingers. Suddenly Gerald gave a little cry, and some whitish substance came spurting from the cock! She was thrilled, and, as if in response to this sign of his satisfaction, she felt the melting and outpouring in her bowels as she 'spent' too!
Gerald produced his handkerchief, and they had a rapid clean up, then he buttoned his trousers as Muriel tugged up her panties, and they went down and over to the house. This was Muriel's first experience of mutual masturbation with a boy, and it had really set her mind spinning with thoughts and plans!
They were just in time to meet Diana and her mother returning with the shopping, and Muriel was sent upstairs to pack her case whilst an early lunch was prepared. After this she was driven down to the station. Her parting from her cousins was rather tearful, and the kisses they exchanged were rather warmer than the usual 'duty' ones of cousins! Then Muriel was in the train, being born rapidly to her waiting Mother at the sea-side!