Paul, Angela and Jenny 3: Jenny and Angela Have a Go 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 English weather is noted for it's unsettled nature. Just three days ago, when Aunt Eva had caned the fourteen year old Paul in the summerhouse, it had been glorious hot and sunny. Today, Friday, it was dull and overcast with rain forecast. By nine O'clock the promised rain had started and it was obvious to everyone that it would be an indoors day. "What plans have you three young people got for today?" Aunt Eva asked Angela, Jenny and Paul as they sat at the breakfast table eating toast and marmalade. "I need to go into town at about eleven and I won't be back until the middle of the afternoon. I don't think you'll be able to get outside today, it looks as if it will rain all day." "We were hopping to go for a pick-nick." Said Angela glumly, "But we can't do that in this weather. We will have to stay in, maybe we could play some games." "Yes! Lets play monopoly." Offered Paul "I like playing that can I be the car please?" he added excitedly. No one answered Paul. The two fourteen-year-old girls were not keen on playing monopoly, but as neither could come up with any other suggestion they decided to say nothing. As no one had come up with a better idea Angela got the monopoly board out. They set the game up on the floor in Angela's bedroom; Angela put a record on her record player and the game started. The three youngsters were quite involved when at about half past ten Aunt Eva put her head round Angela's bedroom door to say goodbye. The game didn't last much longer as the two girls soon got fed up with Paul winning. Angela put another record on the record player and sat up on her bed. "Let's have a break," She said, "does anyone else want a drink?" "Yes please." Said her friend Jenny who was glad of a break from the game. "Orange please." Added Paul. Angela left the room to get the drinks. Paul remained on the floor where they had been playing. Jenny, who Paul thought looked really pretty in her yellow summer dress, got up and sat on the bed she had been sleeping in whist she was visiting. She sat with her long slim legs over the edge of the bed. Paul's eyes were drawn, like a moth to a candle, to Jenny's tanned legs. Angela soon returned with a tray of drinks and some biscuits from the kitchen. The drinks finished the girls were in no hurry to continue the game. Angela walked across the room to her record collection, selected another record and put it on. Jenny moved further back onto the bed and pulled her knees up towards her body. Paul pretended not to notice that now most of the underside of Jenny's smooth thighs were on show. Angela went back, stepping over Paul, and sat on here chair. The record played on. Jenny put her arms round her legs and pulled them a little closer to her body as she rocked in time to the music. Paul lay on the floor quite mesmerized by the sight of Jenny's thighs and wondered how much longer it would take her dress to move so that her knickers were on view. "Paul" said Angela gently. Paul, who almost jumped as his cousins voice brought him out of his trance that had been brought on by the site of Jenny's bare thighs, turned his head towards Angela and was greeted by vast expanse of Angela's bare legs. "Paul, what were you looking at just then?" asked Angela having prized her male cousin's attention from her friend's long shapely thighs. "Um er nothing really." Offered Paul as he blushed and hoped that he had not been caught out again. After all Jenny did have nice legs as a matter of fact Angela's didn't look too bad from where he was laying. It wasn't his fault if they kept showing him their legs. "I think you were peeping up Jenny's skirt Paul." Said Angela. Jenny began to show some interest in the conversation. "I think he's looking up your skirt now Angela. Isn't he disgusting? You would have thought he would have been cured of that after Tuesdays whipping." "I wasn't looking!" protested Paul. "And I think you were looking and that your 'thingy' has got hard again Paul." Said Angela forcefully. "I suppose we'd better tell Mummy when she gets back" she sighed, "I can't imagine what she will do or say, can you Paul?" "No! No!" exclaimed Paul panicky, "I wasn't looking, I'm not hard, and please don't tell Aunt Eva. It's not fair, I don't want the cane again." He stuttered on. "I think you were, you are and we should tell Aunt Eva," said Jenny, "I'm sure she will cane you." She added as she swang her legs off the bed. "It would serve you right if she gave you twelve right across your bare bottom." "Um " said Angela "Just think Paul, twelve stinging strokes on your bare bottom. That would make it burn, I think you would yell out then." "No ! Please don't tell her." Paul begged as he lay on the floor trying not to look at either girl. He was hard and he knew he had to remain laying on his front if the girls were not going to see the bulge in the front of his shorts. Time seemed to almost stop and he wished his swelling would go down. "Well what are we going to do?" asked Jenny, "Shall we tell Aunt Eva or not?" "No !" said Paul. "We could agree not to tell her I suppose." Offered Angela. "Oh yes, please don't tell her." Begged Paul. "It depends," added Angela, "Paul, you have been looking up our skirts again haven't you?" "Um, well yes but just a bit and not deliberately." The red-faced Paul admitted. "In that case, and if you don't want us to tell Mummy, I think Jenny and I had better punish you. After all it was us you were looking at and we don't want to put Mummy to too much trouble do we?" said Angela. Paul wasn't sure about this tern of events. His bottom was still a bit tender from his last caning; he didn't want to let any one cane him. He knew that if Aunt Eva was to cane him the two girls would be allowed to watch, but what should he do? "I don't want to be caned again." He said eventually. "OK," said Angela, "We'll just smack your bottom for looking up our skirts and not tell Mummy. "Do you agree Jenny?" "Um er yes, I suppose so." Stuttered Jenny who hadn't been expecting any of this and was almost too shocked to say anything. "That's if you think it's best not to tell your mother, then we will have to do something ourselves." She added recovering a bit. "Right that's settled it, we're all agreed." Said Angela. "Come on Paul let's have your clothes off and we'll just smack your naughty bottom and save Mummy some trouble." Paul slowly got to his feet still hoping the swelling in his member would subside. "Come on Paul," said Jenny, "shirt off don't take all day about it." Paul resigned himself to his fate and began to unbutton his shirt. Once off he put it on the bed next to Jenny. The two girls had already noticed the not inconsiderable lump in the front of Paul's shorts and were keen to see him nude again. "Your shorts," Said Angela impatiently, "You'll have to take your shorts off next, come on!" Paul undid the top of his shorts, and then he pushed the zip down and slowly lowered his shorts before taking them off. He stepped out of them than just stood still. "Paul," said Jenny, "you're not very bright this morning are you! Pick up your shorts and put them here on the bed. Then take your underpants off then we can smack your bare bottom can't we?" Paul did as he was told, picked up his shorts and placed them on the bed next to Jenny. Then he pushed his underpants down. His hard member sprang out once it was free of the confinement of his Y-fronts. Both girls looked at Paul's throbbing prick. After a short while Jenny spoke. "You were right Angela, his thingy is hard. He told us it wasn't. I think that's two more things to punish him for first for having a hard thingy and secondly for telling us lies. What do you think Ange?" Angela was too interested in Paul's bulging anatomy to pay much attention to what Jenny had said. "Um yes I suppose so." She eventually managed when she realised her friend was addressing her. "Ok now," she said, trying to regain the initiative, "let's have you bent over with your hands on the bed. Jenny as you are left handed you stand on his right and use your left hand to smack that side of his bottom. I'll stand on his left and deal with the other side. Twenty smacks each for looking up our skirts." Paul moved towards the bed where Jenny was sitting. The pretty blond haired girl got up giving Paul one more glimpse of her knickers and took up position to Paul's right as Angela had suggested. "Right, not too fast now spread them out let us begin." Said Angela as she brought her hand down on Paul's left buttock. For some time the girls took it in turns to smack Paul's nude bum cheeks. Neither really counted too accurately and Paul's bottom was beginning to turn red. "Ok. That's twenty each for looking up our skirts." Announced Angela. "Now twenty for having a hard thingy. We'll smack the opposite sides this time." Paul tried to complain but his efforts were stopped by Angela bringing her hand down on his bottom. "One." She said as Jenny brought her hand down on the opposite side. The smacks rained down on Paul's nude bottom with Angela counting allowed. When Angela got to twenty Paul begged the girls to let him off any more smacks. "My bottom's really sore, please don't give me any more smacks." "But you lied to us," said Jenny, "we have to punish you for lying or we will never be able to trust you." "I'm sorry I told a fib, I didn't mean to be dishonest," pleaded Paul. "We'll consider letting you off the other twenty if you behave until after lunch." Offered Angela. "You'll have to make lunch, serve it and clean up. If you do a good job we might, just might let you off." "Ok, I'll try. Can I get dressed now please?" Asked Paul "I suppose so." Angela reluctantly agreed. Paul served lunch and cleared away. By the time they had finished lunch the weather had cleared up and the three youngsters managed to get outside. There was no mention from Angela or Jenny of Paul's extra twenty smacks and he was quite happy not to bring the subject up.