Taught a Lesson

Taught a Lesson 27

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Part 27

Connor and Peter slowly regained their composure and their breathing returned to normal. Both boys’ cocks had now softened and they lay there for several minutes before Connor turned to Peter; “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, I think so,” Peter replied, still feeling a little dazed and somewhat bewildered at what had just taken place.

“Don’t worry, you will be fine,” said Connor reassuringly. “Now I suppose I ought to go and get myself cleaned up,” he muttered; “You won’t have to worry about ... ah,” he stopped short of what he was about to say.

“What’s up?” Peter commented.

“I was about to say, you didn’t need to worry about getting cleaned up,” replied Connor; “but I notice that you seem to have been splattered a little with my cum,” he said looking slightly embarrassed. “Maybe the two of us should hop in the shower before we go down and re-join the party,” he suggested.

Peter hadn’t realised he had been caught up in Connor’s cum shoot, but was non-the-less happy to go along with his cousin’s proposal so that both boys were clean and presentable as they returned back to link up with the other guests.

The two boys made their way along to the bathroom and Connor switched on the shower. “It would be quicker if we showered together if that’s okay with you?” he asked Peter.

“Yes, okay that’s fine,” Peter replied.

The two of them stepped into the shower and enjoyed the warmth and power of the water, which tingled, refreshed and invigorated their bodies. Connor grabbed a bottle of shower gel and squeezed some out into the palm of his hand before passing it on to Peter. They each soaped up their own bodies before allowing the hot water to wash the suds away. After about five minutes Connor turned off the shower and they both stepped out and towelled themselves dry. Connor picked up a can of deodorant and sprayed under his arms and upper body; then handed it to Peter who did likewise.

Connor looked at Peter and smiled; “I think we look presentable again now,” he said; “Come on let’s go and get some food ... I could murder a burger!”

Peter grinned as Connor put his arm around his shoulders and they both headed downstairs and out into the garden where they were delighted to find everyone tucking enthusiastically into the bar-b-q food and no queue.

“Ah! there you are boys,” said Mr Maynard; “I was wondering where you were, now what can I get you?”

Both boys surveyed the delicious looking selection of food; Connor who was absolutely ravenous went for a burger and onions to start with, smothered in ketchup and with just a dash of mustard, and then followed that up with a sausage in a roll, and finished off with a chicken leg and some salad. Peter also opted for the burger with onions and ketchup, although avoided the mustard which was a bit too hot for his taste buds. His appetite was also not quite as big as Connor’s and so when he returned for seconds he settled on a chicken leg and salad, with plenty of mayonnaise.

Connor and Peter enjoyed their food immensely and washed it down with ice-cold cokes. After they had eaten they sat together chatting and looked around the garden at the rest of the guests. Everyone it seemed had formed themselves into little groups; the adults were sitting together relaxing with chilled glasses of wine; Jemma and her friends were laughing and chatting away together, having enjoyed the bar-b-q they were now gorging themselves on strawberries and cream; Kirsten and the older girls had taken up residence in the marquee, much to Connor’s satisfaction as it meant they couldn’t be seen, even though their laughter could be heard.

The rest of the afternoon drifted along quietly and uneventfully. There was still plenty of food available for anyone who wanted it. Mr Maynard had put the remainder of the barbequed food on a large silver platter so that everyone could help themselves to it; and had moved the bar-b-q to the end of the garden so that it was out of the way and could cool down. Connor and Peter found to their relief that no-one was taking much interest in them at all, and that apart from the occasional stare from one of Jemma’s friends nobody was really that concerned that they were naked. This enabled them to enjoy a very pleasant afternoon.

At 5.30pm Mrs Maynard went into the house and returned carefully carrying a giant iced birthday cake, complete with 11 candles. She set this down on one of the tables without Jemma seeing and proceeded to light it. She then called everyone to gather around whilst they all sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to a very happy and delighted Jemma, who took in a deep breath and blew out all the candles in one go. She stood beaming as everyone applauded; “Thank you mum,” she declared giving her mother a hug.

Mrs Maynard then cut the cake so that all the guests could have a slice. It was an iced jam and cream sponge which was very light and also very delicious, and everyone enjoyed it.

As the time ticked around to 6pm so parents started arriving to collect their children, who all left clutching goody bags and more pieces of cake, until there was just the Maynards, Auntie Mel and the cousins, and Mrs Mills and her two children remaining. Between them they set about clearing up the remains from the party; taking down the balloons and the bunting, collecting up the remaining food and taking it to the kitchen, wrapping it up and putting it into the fridge, and putting any used cups, plates and cutlery into bin bags to be disposed of. Within an hour everything had been taken down and cleared away, including the bar-b-q and the marquee.

“Well we must be going,” said Auntie Mel; “thank you very much for inviting us,” she said looking at Jemma; “we’ve all had a wonderful time.”

For an 11-year-old Jemma was the perfect host; “Thank you Auntie Mel for coming and for helping to get everything ready and clearing up afterwards, and thank you Sally, Jennifer and Peter for coming to my party too. Ooh yes! and thank you so very much for my lovely presents,” she said grinning from ear to ear, showing off her silver chain and bracelet, they are beautiful.”

Mel said goodbye to her sister, and gave Jemma, Kirsten and Connor a hug, before stepping out of the front door followed by Sally, Jennifer and Peter. “Thanks Connor,” said Peter, with a smile on his face; “I really wasn’t looking forward to coming today, but you made it a very enjoyable day.”

Connor smiled back at Peter and replied; “Us naked boys have to stick together.”

“We also need to make a move,” announced Mary Mills; “It’s been an absolute pleasure; Holly and Jack have had a wonderful time. Thank you so much for inviting us; we look forward very much to seeing you again tomorrow around 2 o’clock,” she said as she made her way towards the front door. “Come along children, it’s time we were going,” she declared, as Holly and Jack said their goodbyes to Jemma. “Oh yes, and don’t forget your swimming costumes,” she called out as she stepped into the driveway.

“Swimming costumes?” asked Connor quizzically.

“Yes,” said his mother. Mrs Mills has kindly invited us all around for a bar-b-q at their house tomorrow afternoon. They have a large garden and an outdoor swimming pool which we will be able to use.”

“Oh! that sounds great,” replied Connor; “I’ll have to look for mine later.”

“Your what?” queried his mother.

“My swimming shorts of course,” he answered.

“Well you won’t need those,” said his mother; “After all you will still be naked until the end of tomorrow.”

Connor stared at his mother; “But mum, I won’t be at home, so surely I don’t have to stay naked do I,” he implored.

“I’m sorry Connor but you will need to remain naked for this entire weekend, and that includes being naked at the Mills’ tomorrow.”

“But what about getting there?” Connor asked; “I would have to be naked in the car. What if someone sees me?”

“Connor please stop making such a fuss,” said his mother, sounding a little exasperated. “You have been very good over the last few days, and your behaviour has improved no end, so please don’t undo all that by kicking up a kerfuffle now. You are going to be naked; Mrs Mills, Holly and Jack have all seen you naked today, and she has said she is happy for you to be so tomorrow as well. It will just be the four of us, as your father will be leaving in the morning to fly back to Belfast for another week; Mrs Mills, Holly, Jack, Megan and Leah.”

“Who are Megan and Leah?” Connor asked.

“They are Mrs Mills older daughters,” his mother replied; “Mrs Mills said they wouldn’t mind if you were naked.”

Connor looked intently at his mother as if to say “but I would,” and opened his mouth to say something, but then thought better of it and closed it again. If he had have said what he was thinking then he would have only succeeded in getting himself in more bother; and would probably have ended up on the receiving end of another punishment.

“Now it’s been a very busy day,” said Mrs Maynard; “and as your father is travelling again tomorrow, I want to spend the evening with him relaxing with a nice glass of wine.” With that she headed off to join her husband, Jemma and Kirsten in the lounge.

Connor decided that he would go up to his room for a little while and would join the rest of his family once he had calmed down a bit. He remembered that Simon had asked him to text him when he had the chance; if he did that now and told Simon all that had happened then he was sure he would feel much better. As soon as he got to his room he closed the door behind him and picked up his phone. There were two messages on it; one sent just after midday, and the second about an hour ago; both from Simon. The first said; “Hope the party goes okay, have a gr8 time, x,” and the second said; “Guess u have been busy, hope u r enjoying yourself, txt me when u r free, x.”

Connor texted Simon back straight away; “It’s been a pretty hectic day, sorry I haven’t messaged you before; lots going on and right now I’m a bit pissed off.” He ended the message with a sad face pic.

Almost immediately he received a reply; “Oops, sounds like u haven’t had a gr8 day. Is it ok 4 me to call u?”

“Yes, it’s fine. I could do with getting this off my chest,” Connor texted back.

No sooner had he pressed the send button, his phone started to ring. “Hi Simon,” he answered, sounding more cheerful than he actually felt.

“Hi Connor,” came Simon’s calm and reassuring voice; “So tell me what’s been going on?”

Connor then explained to Simon everything that had occurred during the day, including; Peter turning up naked, Kirsten and the girls hounding them into his bedroom and wanking him and Peter off and the invitation to the bar-b-q the next day where he would have to remain naked.

“Wow!” said Simon after Connor had finished; “By the sound of it you have had a day to forget. I’m really glad you bit your tongue when you were talking to your mother. I would have hated it if something you had said had got you into more trouble as a result.”

“So am I,” said Connor, sounding much happier now that he had had the opportunity to speak to someone and relieved that he had not said anything to inflame the situation with his mother.

“Your sister is an absolute cow though and really does need taking down a peg or two,” Simon continued. “I’m not sure what, yet, if anything we can do about her attitude and the way she has treated you, but rest assured I am certainly going to try.”

“Thanks,” said Connor, “I really appreciate you trying to help.”

The two of them chatted together for several more minutes with Simon saying how much he was looking forward to spending some time with Connor on Monday.

“I probably ought to go now,” announced Connor, catching the time on his clock. “It’s my Dad’s last night here for another week; he flies back to Ireland tomorrow and I need to spend a bit of time with him this evening.”

“That’s fine,” replied Simon; “You go and do that. You sound much more cheerful now, and I really enjoyed talking with you. I hope everything goes okay tomorrow at the bar-b-q. Just remember, don’t react to anything anyone says, especially that bitch of a sister of yours. I’m sure she’ll be trying to get you into trouble, so don’t fall for any of her tricks.”

“Don’t worry,” Connor responded, “I won’t.”

“Okay, well I’ll say goodnight then. Text me when you are able to,” Simon commented.

“Thanks Simon,” replied Connor, “Night.”

“Night, sleep tight.”

Having spoken to Simon, Connor found himself in a much more relaxed frame of mind and joined the rest of his family in the lounge, where he spent a very pleasant hour or so conversing with his parents, and rather surprisingly with Kirsten, and to a lesser extent Jemma; before she began yawning and Mrs Maynard suggested she went to bed. Just before she did so she thanked everyone for making her birthday such a memorable one, then gave everyone in turn a hug, and after one final enormous yawn, headed upstairs to bed.

The conversation continued amongst the rest of them, until Connor noticing that it was now after half-past nine produced a slightly enforced and rather dramatic yawn and declared that he too would go up to bed. He said goodnight to his parents, and Kirsten and went upstairs to his room. He quickly got undressed and was curled up under the duvet in no time. He began to think about what had happened during what had been quite an eventful day, and his chat with Simon. As he did so tiredness began to overcome him, and in the middle of his thoughts he dropped off to sleep.

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The next morning Connor awoke and glanced at the clock; 6.16am the digital display showed. Connor closed his eyes and drifted back into an easy, contented sleep. By the time he re-awoke his clock had moved on by several hours and was now showing 9.25am. Connor lay there in his bed for a few moments, before stretching his arms out and leaping out of bed. He went to the bathroom, conducted his usual morning ablutions; had a pee and a shower, before returning to his room, spraying his body with deodorant and heading downstairs where he found his parents and Jemma in the kitchen.

“Morning Connor,” said his mother; “Would you like some tea and toast?”

“Yes please,” Connor replied, helping himself to a glass of fruit juice.”

Mrs Maynard busied herself pouring Connor a cup of tea and placed a couple of slices of bread in the toaster. Moments later two slices of toast appeared, were garnished with butter and marmalade and placed in front of Connor.

“Thanks Mum,” said Connor taking a bite from the very inviting breakfast in front of him.

The four of them sat munching toast and drinking tea and orange juice as they chatted about yesterday’s party and the forthcoming bar-b-q. Connor decided it was best not to make any comment about the visit to the Mills household, and so just nodded his agreement to whatever was being said.

“What time do you need to leave Dad?” Connor asked.

“My flight’s at 13.55,” he replied, so I’m going to be leaving for the airport in about 25 minutes.”

The four of them finished their breakfast and Mr Maynard went off upstairs to check he had packed everything he needed for the next week, before returning back down to the lounge, leaving his bags in the hallway.

“Where is your sister?” Mrs Maynard muttered, sounding quite annoyed. She made her way into the hallway and stood at the bottom of the stairs; “Kirsten,” she yelled, “Get yourself up and dressed immediately, and get down here. Your father will be leaving soon.”

Connor allowed himself a little grin; this was the second time this weekend that Kirsten had incurred her mother’s wrath by not getting up on time. He rather hoped that this would be the start of numerous indiscretions by his very annoying, and at times very unpleasant sister which would eventually count against her, leading he hoped to her receiving a significant punishment. Imagine if she had to go around the house naked, Connor thought to himself; wow, he would certainly enjoy seeing that. As he mulled this picture over in his mind he heard the sound of Kirsten’s voice, which zapped him out of his momentary illusion of fantasy.

“I do wish you would get up earlier in the morning,” said her mother, “God knows what you do up there,” she muttered, causing Kirsten to blush slightly; something which caught Connor’s attention and immediately piqued his curiosity. “Your father will be leaving shortly,” she continued; “so as you haven’t had the benefit of talking to him over breakfast, please go and speak to him now before he goes.”

Kirsten went through to the lounge where she found Mr Maynard and Jemma. She chatted to her father for a few minutes before he announced that he ought to make a move; it was around a 40 minute drive to the airport and he wanted to get there in plenty of time and relax before his flight.

There were lots of hugs and cuddles and kisses as Mr Maynard said goodbye to his family for what would be his last week away for a while; he would be back the following weekend and was then due to spend at least the next eighteen months working at the company office in London, with only the occasional short trip overseas. He put his overnight bag in the car, said a final goodbye, and told his children to make sure they were good while he was away, before getting into the car and pulling out of the driveway. As they watched him leave everyone had a tinge of sadness about them, but they knew it was only for a few more days, and they were all looking forward enormously to him returning back for good next weekend.

The rest of the morning passed by very quietly; Connor, Kirsten and Jemma all busied themselves in their rooms and kept themselves to themselves, whilst their mother enjoyed a relaxing time sitting in the lounge drinking coffee and reading. She had earlier announced that they would be leaving to drive over to the Mills’ house at half past one, and asked them all to be ready, with their swimming gear by then. Connor looked a little miffed when his mother said this but didn’t say anything.

Whilst Connor was in his room he had a brief text exchange with Simon to let him know that his Dad had left to fly back to Ireland and that they would be leaving for the bar-b-q. Simon reminded him to be careful and watch out for “suspicious scheming sisters,” which had brought a smile to Connor’s face.

At 1.30pm on the dot Kirsten, Jemma and a somewhat uncomfortable-looking Connor, along with their mother stepped through the front door, got into the car and made their way the short journey a few miles away to their destination.

Their car pulled into the long driveway and everyone got out; Mrs Maynard rang the doorbell and the door was opened by Mrs Mills, who was accompanied by Jack, who was both very excited and completely naked. “Hi Connor,” he yelled excitedly; grabbing hold of his arm, “come on, I’ll take you down to the pool.”

Connor looked at Mrs Mills for guidance, not knowing whether he should go with the boy or not. She noticed his rather hesitant manner and announced; “Connor, if you would like to go with Jack down to the pool, I will show your sisters where to go so that they can get changed into their swimming costumes, whilst your mother and I sit down and have a chat for a little while, before I get the bar-b-q going.”

Reluctantly Connor nodded to Mrs Mills and was half-dragged in the direction of the swimming pool by the very eager and enthusiastic 10-year-old. As they approached the pool-side Connor noticed three teenage girls lying on sun-loungers next to the pool; as they got closer he saw that each of them were quite good looking, and had bumps and curves in the right places; and not only that they were wearing quite skimpy looking swimsuits.

“Hi everyone,” shouted Jack loudly, “our guests have arrived.” The three girls sat up and looked over towards where the boys were standing; “This is Connor,” announced Jack with a huge grin on his face.”

Megan and Leah were Jack’s older sisters and were 16-years and 15-years respectively. The third girl was their cousin Maxine who was also 15. Mrs Mills had mentioned to them that Connor would be naked as part of a punishment, however she hadn’t told them how old he was and they were all under the assumption that he was the same age as their brother.

“Wow!” exclaimed Megan smiling; “It’s very nice to see you Connor.”

“We weren’t expecting someone your age,” said Leah, her eyes looking up and down Connor’s body, but focussing on the area between his legs. “How old are you?”

“He’s 14,” answered Jack, before Connor got the chance to.

Connor stared back at the three pretty girls and in particular at their boobs which were quite a nice size and filled out their swimsuit tops, providing him with a very pleasing view. Unfortunately for Connor he allowed his old weakness to get the better of him and began thinking about what the girls would look like without their tops on. This of course induced his hormones to stir inside him causing that feeling over which he had no control; within thirty seconds he was standing facing the three girls sporting a full-on boner.

“Oh my gosh look at that! Maxine squealed; “you are obviously very pleased to see us,” she said giggling.

Connor’s was mortified, and his face went bright red; he really didn’t know what to say or do and so just stood there with his hard cock sticking up in the air in front of him as the girls stared at him.

“I must say you have a really nice cock for a 14-year-old;” announced Leah, continuing to smile as she looked at the very embarrassed boy.

“You can touch it if you want to,” called out a voice.

Connor turned around to look behind him in the direction the shout had come from and groaned; this was just what he didn’t need right now; walking towards the pool and now changed into their swimming costumes were his two sisters.

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