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Cousin Elly

(*****, M/Fm, Severe, severe schoolboy cropping)

A boy is thrashed by mistake, but his pretty female cousin is willing to make it up to him. (Approximately 2,141 words. Originally published 2003-12.)

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Billy gritted his teeth and managed to keep from screaming, but he couldn't stop the flood of tears that dripped onto the desk. He didn't want to cry -- after all, at thirteen, he was almost a man.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! But God, the pain was excruciating! How much longer would it last? His father had two main punishments: a thick wooden 6x12 board he'd saved from his college fraternity days, and the thin fiberglass riding crop he was using now.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Billy hated the crop. He'd never felt the paddle, but the crop left blood-red stripes across his butt that were sore for days. He'd still be feeling this whipping next week!

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! What made the punishment even worse was that it was undeserved. Billy didn't know how the vase had broken, but it wasn't him. Worse than that, his cousin Elly was visiting. He adored Elly. She was much older, a college girl, and jaw-droppingly gorgeous. Billy was a little vague on girls, but it seemed to him that Elly was everything you'd want in a woman. That she might find out he still got whacked like a little boy was unbearable.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "All right," announced Dennis Hayden finally, dropping the crop. "To the corner with you."

Billy shuffled to the corner, his pants still around his ankles, bare bottom crisscrossed with crimson marks. He heard his father sit at the desk and begin typing at the computer. Billy stared at the faux wood wallpaper and felt sorry for himself.

Suddenly there was a soft knock at the door. Billy's stomach lurched.

"Uncle Dennis?"

"Come in, Elly. You're back from your drive?"

"Yes. Sorry it took so long. I stopped at the drugstore and picked up a few things while I was out." There was the jiggled of keys. "Thanks for letting me borrow the Jeep."

"No problem. Perfect timing, anyway. I've got to go pick up Martha in a few minutes."

Sweat had blossomed across Billy's brow. "Please don't turn around, please don't turn around," he prayed silently.

"Oh! Oh my!" Even Elly's gasp was pretty, thought Billy miserably. Shit!

"Aw, don't mind him," said Billy's dad. "I had to give him a thrashing, that's all."

"Oh, I see that," cooed Elly. "It, uh, looks like you did a, uh, thorough job."

"Nothing like a striped bottom to learn a boy."

"Poor Billy. He looks awfully sore."

"Aw, that's nothing. He's gotten worse than that!"

"What did he do?"

"Do?" Dennis Hayden grimaced. "The brat not only broke his mother's favorite vase but swept the remains into a drawer so we wouldn't see it. Then he had the nerve to deny doing it!"

Elly gave another one of her pretty gasps. "Oh!"

"Ah, don't you worry about it. He's going to pay for it out of his allowance." There was a creak of the chair as he stood. "Well, I'd better go get your aunt."

"But Uncle Dennis, that's not fair!"

"Huh? What are talking about?"

"Well, uh, I... Oh dear, I feel just awful." Elly burst into tears and for a minute or so the conversation stalled. "Uncle Dennis, I'm really, really sorry. I feel just horrible for poor Billy..."

"Dear, what are you talking about?"

"The vase. Billy didn't break the vase. I did!"

There was a long, stunned silence. Billy turned and saw Elly sitting with her face in her hands, his father looming above her.

Dennis Hayden cleared his throat. "Hem. _You_ broke the vase?"

Elly let out a gentle sob. "Yes, sir. It was the day I arrived. Aunt Martha had fixed that wonderful meal and your friends, the Davidsons were here. Aunt Martha asked me to fetch her the large crystal bowl from the china cabinet in the dining room. Somehow I bumped over the vase and it broke. I was so embarrassed! I didn't even think. I just swept the pieces into one of the drawers. I was going to tell you guys, but you've been so nice to me, letting me stay for the summer and everything, and I just didn't want to ruin your impression of me, I guess. Anyway, the weeks passed and I... well, I guess I just forgot all about it! I'm terribly sorry."

"Look, that's okay, Elly. It was an accident. I do wish you'd said something, though."

"Oh I know," sobbed Elly. "I feel awful. And you've punished poor Billy and he didn't even _do_ anything!"

"Ah, Billy will survive. He's a tough kid. Aren't you Billy?"

"Yes, sir," whispered Billy. He didn't feel very tough at all. He felt very much like a whipped boy standing in the corner with his pants around his ankles.

"Take up your pants, boy. Your punishment's over."

Billy drew up his pants, but didn't turn around. He didn't know how he was going to face his cousin. She was so pretty and perfect, and yet look what trouble she'd caused him!

Suddenly he felt hands on his shoulders. Soft cool hands, with long delicate fingers. The presence behind him smelled wonderfully fresh, like flowers after a rainstorm.

"Oh dear Billy, I'm so sorry," gushed Elly. "I had no idea you'd be blamed for what I did. Please forgive me. I'd hate for you to be mad at me. I feel just awful."

Billy was turned around and Elly was hugging and kissing him, begging his forgiveness, and being all mushy. Billy blushed and looked at the ceiling.

"Come on, Billy," boomed his father's deep voice. "Tell your cousin you forgive her."

Billy swallowed. "I forgive you," he whispered. "It's okay." He wanted desperately to run away, but somehow didn't dare.

His father looked at his watch. "I'm late!" he cried. "Look, you two work this out. I've got to run!" He dashed away. In the silence that followed, they heard the faint roar and dwindle of the Jeep's motor as he drove off.

"I really am sorry, Billy," said Elly said after a long pause.

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. What I did was rude and horrible. And then you got punished... did it hurt something awful? Oh God, it looked like he really hurt you."

Billy shrugged. "It's no big deal."

"Let me get some skin cream and put it on you. It will help the skin to heal."

"That's okay," said Billy, but the girl was already rummaging in her purse.

"Here we go." She drew out a small plastic bottle. "Turn around and take down your pants."

"No, really--" but he was already turning, his pants descending again. This time it felt very strange. It wasn't fear, exactly, though that was a part of it. It wasn't embarrassment, exactly, though that also was a part of it. It gave him a thrill, that she was again looking at his bare bottom. He felt a surge in the front part of his body.

Then she touched him. Cool, like ice. Her fingers sent chills coursing through his body. The ointment, liquid ice against his hot skin. It was so soothing it hurt!

"There," she whispered. "Doesn't that feel better?"

Billy just gulped and nodded. His penis had arisen, stiff as a tongue depressor, and he prayed she wouldn't notice it. He stood motionless while she worked the cream all over his sores. He winced occasionally, and she clicked her tongue and begged him again to forgive her.

"Those marks are... awful," she said. "What did he whip you with, anyway?"

Billy pointed to the desk. "It's a riding crop."

Elly picked it up. She held it next to his bottom, matching it to vivid red line. "Ouch," she whispered. "Now I feel _really_ bad."

"It's okay."

Suddenly he froze. Her lips were pressed against his butt! The thought both thrilled and embarrassed him. She kissed him, a series of gentle kisses, against each welt. Her hands were on his waist, sliding up and down. He turned, his erection pointing at her face.

Elly blushed slightly. "You're excited, aren't you," she whispered. "Here, let me help."

She took him in her hands, then, and with her massage he came within seconds, creaming into her palm. She was smiling as she stood and found a Kleenex to wiped off her hand. "Did you like that?"

"Yes," he sighed. "That was almost worth the whipping."

She stared at him for second, hesitating. Then she picked up the crop and handed it to him. "Do it," she said. She turned away and began gathering up her skirt. She hefted it over her waist and bent over the desk. "This is right, isn't it? Over the desk?"

"What are you doing?" asked Billy.

"Take down my panties and whip me."

Billy's mouth fell open. "I can't do that!"

"Of course you can. You got whipped for something I did. That's not right. You whip me to make up for it. Whip me hard."

There was a certain childish logic to the offer that appealed to Billy. When his cousin encouraged him again to take down her panties, he looked at the soft curves of her hips and ass and couldn't resist. He put his fingers in the waistband and slowly rolled them down. They fell to her knees, then dropped all the way to her ankles.

Billy stared at the womanly body before him. Her thighs were stout pillars, the smooth buttocks curved pillows. The chasm between the cheeks was deep and mysterious, drawing the youngster in. How would those creamy cheeks bounce and shiver when he struck them with the crop? He longed to find out!

He raised the crop above his head.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Cousin Elly squealed and writhed, her butt dancing in agony.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Red lines blossomed across the pale quivering moons.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Billy smiled, enjoying her suffering. His own butt ached as he moved, but he no longer minded, for his cousin would soon feel as he did. He lashed her some more, listening to her grunts and moans, watching her tears splash across the desk.

"Please!" she gasped. "Isn't that enough?"

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "Ah!" cried Elly. Her butt was crimson with crisscrossed lines.

"I thought you were a big college girl," said Billy. "Can't you even take a little whipping?"

"Oh God," moaned Elly as the crop descended again.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! The mature college girl leaned across the desk and wept, her body shuddering as she sobbed and sobbed.

Billy stopped. He stood and admired the full bottom before him. It trembled as she wept. She made no move to hide her nakedness from him, just lay across the desk and cried.

He found the bottle of skin cream and poured some into his hand. When he pressed his palm against her hot right cheek she squealed in alarm, and then sighed as he began to massage the cream into her butt. For ten minutes he massaged her bottom, ten glorious minutes that flashed by in a few seconds. Elly didn't say anything, but just lay across the desk quivering and moaning.

They didn't say anything afterwards. At supper, Billy occasionally caught her eye and she would smile a secret smile, and he'd smile back. He saw her fidgeting once, and he almost laughed out loud. She blushed at little when she saw him watching her.

They were watching TV later when Billy's father came in.

"Elly, may I talk with you?"

"Sure, Uncle Dennis. What's up?"

"Well, I've been doing some thinking. About that vase. Now I know that it was an accident, but hiding the crime the way you did was really childish. I don't know about how my brother raised you, but in this house we believe in strict punishment for wrongdoing."

Elly glanced at Billy and swallowed. "Yes?"

"You're an adult, Elly, so I can't command this of you, but I think you should be punished. And since Billy was punished unnecessarily for your crime, I think it would be appropriate if he would watch."

"You mean--"

Dennis Hayden drew out something he'd been hiding behind his back. Both Elly and Billy leaned back when they saw the big wooden paddle.

Elly gulped. "But sir, I--"

"You're an adult, I know. But you did a childish thing."

"I know, but--"

"It won't be on the bare bottom. You'll feel this paddle right through your skirt."

"But--"

"I'm not telling, I'm asking. For fairness to your cousin. Will you take your punishment?"

Elly sat very still for a long moment. She didn't look at Billy. Suddenly she nodded and stood. "Yes, sir. I deserve to be paddled, sir."

"Good. Then over the back of the sofa. A dozen swats should do it."

Meekly, cousin Elly obeyed.

The End