Paul, Angela and Jenny 2: The Punishment
  By Subboy Paul
  Subboy_paul@hotmail.com
  
  copyright 2002 by Subboy Paul, all rights reserved
  
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  This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains
  explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors.
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  Aunt Eva looked at the sticky mess on the front of her dress
  and the at Paul's still pulsating member.  The cane she was
  carrying twitched in her hand.
  
  "Well young Paul   I was going to give you six, but I rather
  think you deserve two extra for that disgusting behaviour."
  Said Aunt Eva. "You have got to learn to control this 'thingy'
  of yours."  She continued as she brought the cane up so that
  Paul's rapidly shrinking member rested on it.  "Well come on
  lets have that bottom presented for punishment.  I think you
  had better bend over and put your hands on the stool."
  
  Paul bent over and placed his hands on the seat of the low
  stool, he was quite glad to get his front hidden from Aunt Eva
  and the two girls.  He gritted his teeth together in readiness
  for his punishment, he wasn't going to give Angela and Jenny
  the pleasure of hearing him yell out like the gardener's boy
  had done.  The two girls move round behind Paul in order to
  get a better view of his punishment.
  
  Aunt Eva raised the cane and bought it down with a swish right
  across the middle of Paul's tightly bent bottom.  Paul let out
  a slight gasp and his buttocks clenched involuntarily.  Aunt
  Eva raised the cane again and, without waiting for his
  buttocks to relax whipped the cane down just below the first
  stripe.  Again Paul gasped.  Quickly Aunt Eva placed the third
  stroke a little lower.  Paul's hips move forwards and sideways
  in a little dance.  Aunt Eva waited for Paul to stop moving
  before giving him his fourth stroke, this one landed above the
  first.  Paul jerked his hips but managed not to yell out.  The
  fifth stroke was aimed low and caught Paul in the crease where
  his buttocks joined his thighs.  Paul straightened up a little
  and his hands left the seat of the stool.  He let out another
  gasp, but his resolve not to let the girls hear him yell out
  held.  Again Aunt Eva let Paul settle into position before she
  brought the cane swishing down to meet Paul bare buttocks for
  the sixth time.  Once more Paul gasped and his stripped bottom
  moved from side to side in front of the girls.
  
  "Well Paul," said Aunt Eva, "That's six.  If it hadn't been
  for your disgusting behaviour earlier your punishment would be
  over by now.  As it is you've still got two more to come.  You
  had better bend over the back of the chair." She added and
  pointed to the high backed chair Jenny had been sitting in
  earlier.  "I don't want you moving about any more."
  
  Paul stood up and moved to the chair.  He had to face the
  girls and they took the opportunity to look at his not
  inconsiderable sized flaccid prick as he moved to his new
  position.  Paul bent over the chair.
  
  "No Paul, I want you further over than that," Said Aunt Eva,
  "Come on boy get your bottom higher."
  
  Paul pushed himself further over the back of the chair.
  
  "Hold the arms."
  
  Paul did as instructed.  His toes were only just on the ground
  and his already sore red bottom was sticking up in the air. 
  Aunt Eva let Paul wait in position for a few moments then she
  brought the cane down across the stripes she had already put
  on his bottom.  Paul jerked up his hands left the arms of the
  chair and went to his bottom.  Still he didn't yell out.
  
  "Get back in position Paul and do not move again."
  
  Paul resumed his position.  Aunt Eva let him settle and wait,
  she raised her cane and brought it down right next to the
  previous stroke.  Paul let out a loud mew but stayed in
  position.
  
  Aunt Eva looked down at her handiwork and let the pain sink in
  for a few moments.  "OK Paul, you can stand up now   but no
  rubbing.  Put your hands on your head."  She said.  Paul stood
  up and placed his hands on top of his head.  "You can stay in
  the summerhouse for fifteen minutes.  Then I want you to put
  on you underpants and report to me in the study.  Angela and
  Jenny I want you to keep an eye on him and make sure he
  doesn't try to rub his bottom."
  
  Aunt Eva took one more look at the well striped 14 year old
  male bottom and turned and left the summerhouse.  Paul still
  had his back to the two girls as he stood, hands on head
  trying not to sob too much.  He felt as if his bottom was on
  fire.
  
  Angela was the first to speak.  "Phew   she really laid it on. 
  Look how the stripes are glowing."  The young girl moved
  forward to get a closer look.  Her hand came out and she ran a
  finger along one of the diagonal stripes.  "You can feel where
  this stripe has crossed the other stripes.  You feel Jenny."
  
  Paul tried to pull his buttocks forward.  Jenny came closer
  and placed her hand on Paul's bottom.  "It's so hot!" she
  exclaimed.
  
  Angela, her place taken behind Paul by her friend, had moved
  round to the front of Paul.  His eyes were quite red and full
  of tears.  "We had to tell her Paul," she said, "does you
  bottom sting very much?   I bet you won't want that again will
  you?"
  
  "N-no" sniffled Paul.
  
  Jenny was still behind Paul stroking his bottom gently. 
  Angela turned the chair round and sat in it
  
  "Look Jenny," said Angela "I think Paul's thingy is getting
  hard again.  Do you think he is enjoying you rubbing his
  bottom?"
  
  Jenny stopped what she was doing and came round next to
  Angela.  Angela put her hand out and took hold of Paul's
  rapidly hardening member.
  
  "P-please d-don't," sobbed Paul "M-my bottom's sore and I d-
  don't want Aunt Eva to give me any m-more."
  
  "Ah, poor Paul," said Jenny mockingly, "shall I rub his bottom
  for him a bit more?"  Without waiting for any kind of answer
  she put her hand round behind Paul and started to rub his
  bottom gently.  "His thingy is getting harder Angela, I think
  he does like me rubbing his bottom."
  
  For nearly fifteen minutes Paul had to suffer at the hands of
  the two girls then at last they let him put on his underpants
  and leave the summerhouse.