Jane Gets The Experience She Needs

Jane Gets The Experience She Needs 3

Little English Boy

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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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It was the following Tuesday Aunt Corinne got a call from the hospital to say that George would be discharged after lunch. The bedroom was all ready when the ambulance arrived at 2pm. It was quite a struggle to get him up the narrow stairs into the spare bedroom. Taking clothes on and off was going to be difficult with one badly gashed leg, the other in plaster and both wrists and hands in plaster. As he normally slept naked in summer, George agreed with Corinne that staying that way would be simplest. She made sure he was comfortable and placed the TV remote on the bed alongside him.

“Are you OK dear? I must get off and help Roger now. The buzzer is here and Jane is downstairs if you need anything.”

“Err... What if I need to go to the bathroom. I’m naked under these sheets.”

“Jane’s a most capable girl. She is an absolute treasure, particularly dealing with the boys’ baths. They all smell so sweet now, even Paul. There is a bed bottle in the cupboard here, and she already baths our boys so knows all about what guys look like. I’m sure Jane won’t be embarrassed if she has to handle your willy too when she helps you to use it.”

“What about my embarrassment?”

“Look here George, Roger and I are up to our necks with the harvest so you’ll just have to suck it up.”

She put on a very serious look.

“You’re going to need a bed bath from time to time too.”

Corinne saw the horror on George’s face and chuckled.

“Don’t look so worried dear, I’ll leave that pleasure to me.”

She saw the sheets begin to tent up as he imagined the eroticism of being bathed by his wife. Grinning at him, she slipped her hand inside to give that monster penis she loved just a few strokes. It had been over a week now since he’d had any relief, and with his hands in plaster he was unable to do anything about it himself. He desperately wished she’d carry on as he was so very close, but Corinne removed her hand, patted the tent, then gave him a kiss.

“OK big boy, I’ve really got to go and help Roger now.”

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After lunch, Paul went up to see his dad. He was going to tell on Jane so he would know what was going on.

“Hi dad. How are you feeling?”

“All the better to be out of the hospital and not being ordered about by all those young witches they call nurses.”

“It’s not right for us guys to be ordered about by women. That cousin Jane has been telling me what to do, even getting me to help Fred do the washing up. That’s women’s work. She has been supervising my bath. I shouldn’t be seen naked by a girl, let alone getting bathed by her! She spanked me too. Us guys don’t get spanked. It ain’t right dad.”

His dad recalled his younger sister had done all that as he and Rick were growing up. He had never liked the spankings, but began to reminisce about his intense pleasure as she always made sure bathtime was fun. The sheets tented up and Paul felt a tingle between his legs as he saw the outline of his dad’s boner. He was so worried such a reaction meant he was gay and went red.

“Right Paul. Send Jane up. I’ll soon stop that.”

A few minutes later, Jane came in.

“Paul said you wanted to see me uncle George.”

“Yes Jane. He tells me you’re having him wash dishes. My boys don’t do women’s work. I understand you’ve been spanking him. They don’t get spanked, so that must stop. He says you have been bathing the boys. Girls can’t be seeing and washing male parts, as they are private. That stops right now. Is that clear?”

He was surprised she didn’t argue, but he did not know Jane was a resourceful girl and had already formulated a plan.

“OK uncle George.”

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When Jane went back down she saw Paul was lounging on the sofa. He smirked at her.

“Dad told you what for, didn’t he? I ain’t doing no more women’s work, so there.”

Jane just smiled and bided her time.

It was an hour later when the buzzer went off. She trooped up the stairs to see what uncle George wanted. As she went in, she saw he was looking embarrassed.

“Err... Jane... err... I want... err... to go... err... to the bathroom. I... err... need your help.”

Jane smiled.

“Uncle George, you just said girls can’t be seeing male parts as they are private.”

George was desperate.

“Please Jane. I need to go.”

“Perhaps Paul could help you uncle George.”

“Err... Yes Jane. Send him up, and hurry.”

A few minutes later Paul stood beside his father’s bed.

“Jane said you wanted some help.”

“Err.. yes son... err... I am desperate for a pee... err... I need you to... err... get the bottle... err... and... err... hold my dick... err... so you can aim it... err... into the bottle.”

Paul was horrified at his father’s request and went red. He wondered why he felt his willy rise. Was he really gay?

“I ain’t doing that. Feeling another guy’s dick is gay. I ain’t gay!”

He rushed out of the room. George hit the buzzer again and again. It was several minutes before Jane came back up smiling.

“Did you want something Uncle George?”

“Err... Jane... err... please help me... or... err... I’ll wet myself.”

“But uncle George, you just said girls can’t be seeing male parts as they are private. Are you now saying you were wrong.”

He was desperate.

“Yes Jane... err... I was wrong.”

“What about the other stuff? If I’m to be in charge of your boys, I decide what happens to them.”

“Err.. Yes Jane... I was wrong about all that too. Please help me.”

“I want you to tell that to Paul in my presence. Call him up.”

He knew he had no choice and shouted down.

“Paul, come up here now!”

They soon heard footsteps on the stairs. Paul came in and smirked at Jane.

“Yes dad. What do you want?”

“Err... What I said earlier... err... was... err... wrong. Whilst I am laid up... err... Jane is... err.. in charge of you boys... err... and you... err... will... err... do as she... err... tells you.”

“But dad, she’s a soppy girl. We guys don’t take no orders from girls.”

“You will do as you are told son.”

“I ain’t, so there!”

Jane pulled herself up and looked down at her elder cousin.

“Don’t you dare disrespect your father! Get your slippers off and give them to me.”

Paul went to run off, but Jane was too quick and he shrieked as she grabbed his ear and twisted.

“Oooooowww! Let me go you stupid cow.”

Jane twisted harder.

“Get those slippers off boy!”

He was helpless and had to comply as he gave her his slippers. She threw one down and began to apply the other to his rear.

“Whop – ooowww – whop – ooowww – whop – ooowww – whop – ooowww – whop – ooowww – whop – ooowww”

She halted and gave him his orders.

“Get your clothes off boy.”

Another powerful slipper and a naked Paul soon stood before her. He began to cry as his dad was laughing at his immaturity.

“Wow, Paul. You were always telling me how grown up you are now, but we can see you’re still a little boy.”

Jane pulled him over her lap and soon had him bawling with legs kicking wildly as he proved he was not only still a little boy but a very naughty one at that. Eventually she stopped.

“Get up boy!”

The snivelling boy got up and went to put his clothes on. Jane gave another whack.

“No clothes for you boy until I say so. Now go back downstairs while I sort out your father.”

As a naked and red-bottomed Paul went down, it was a very relieved but red-faced uncle George who saw Jane reach into the bedside cupboard and take out that plastic bottle. Jane pulled back the sheets and did a double take as she saw her uncle was huge with enormous balls. She recovered and picked up that 7” flaccid monster to push it into the bottle.

“You can pee now uncle George.”

George sighed with immense relief. Jane smiled at her uncle as her fingers felt that yellow stream rushing through his willy and into the bottle. He very nearly filled it up before he finally stopped. Jane pulled it out and squeezed along it to get the last dribble in.

“OK uncle George, I’ll just get rid of this and find a cloth to clean your willy up.”

Whilst George was very pleased to finally empty his bladder, Jane’s squeezing of his most private part had felt electric.

“Err... There’s no need... err... to... err... do that... err... Jane... err... it’ll be fine.”

Jane put the sheet back and gave her uncle such a sweet smile.

“Don’t be silly uncle, we can’t have you dirty. I’ll be back in a moment.”

As Jane walked out, George saw the sheet twitch and began to get worried. He couldn’t get out of his mind how much Jane looked like her mother and recalled what happened when he was 14 and his 12-year-old sister used to give him and Rick a bath. It wasn’t helping, and when Jane returned with a water filled bowl and a wet cloth, she saw an enormous tent. She smiled at her uncle as she set the bowl down. He had a look of horror across his face as she pulled back the sheet to reveal his enormous stiffie.

“Err... I’m... err... so sorry... err... Jane... err... that... err... happens... err... sometimes.”

He saw the grin on Jane’s face as she studied the largest boner she had ever seen. Her experience with willys was admittedly very limited, but she just knew this had to be a big one. It was about 9” long and 2” wide and the head was almost completely exposed. There was a clear liquid leaking out of his pee hole and it was pulsing up and down in time with his heart beat. Then she noticed an unpleasant smell and wrinkled her nose.

“When did you last wash your willy uncle George?”

“Err... err... err...”

Jane pulled back her uncle’s foreskin. The smell increased.

“You really ought to keep it clean. Let me get the soap.”

She rubbed up and down that erect shaft with her soapy hands and her uncle began to breathe heavily.

“Are you alright uncle George?”

After over a week and no relief, he gave a strangulated moan as Jane felt his willy go rigid. His bum rhythmically lifted off the bed as he kept thrusting into her hands and erupted squirt after squirt all over his chest. She didn’t think he would ever stop, but finally her uncle went still. Horrified that he had just used his young niece’s hands to get that desperately needed orgasm, he could now do nothing but lay there and watch that semen begin to spread all over his front. Jane shocked him with her next comment.

“Mum told me you boys always did that when she was my age and used to give you and uncle Rick your daily bath. I know it’s a reflex action and you can’t help it. Fred squirts too when Dora or I bath him.”

He didn’t know how to answer her, and went scarlet as she looked right into his face and gave him a huge grin.

“Wow uncle George, you really squirted such a lot. Don’t worry, I’ll just clean you up.”

She lifted his willy and set to as if this was the most normal thing in the world. He couldn’t help getting another boner as she rubbed it dry, but was relieved not to squirt again. He saw her smile as she took a final look then pulled up the sheet to restore that tent.

“All done now uncle.”

“Err... Thanks Jane.”

“If you need help again, just use the buzzer.”

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When Jane went down she saw Paul and Fred were in the den playing with the X-box. She was annoyed Paul had put his boxers back on.

“I told you no clothes until I said so. Do as you were told and get those boxers off.”

Paul was not really very bright and rarely thought things through. Despite losing every time, he began to argue with Jane again.

“I ain’t taking them off. It’s not right for boys to be naked.”

“Little boys do as they are told and we all know you are still a little boy with a tiny winkle.”

He went red as Fred giggled.

“Whose got a tiny winkle then?”

Paul tried to assert his authority as the elder brother, and impulsively raised his fist.

“Take that back or I’ll thump you.”

Jane grabbed his raised arm and twisted it behind his back. The silly boy never learned and stupidly tried to resist again, but got the same result as every other time.

“You do not hit your brother. Would you be so good as to remove his boxers Fred. This naughty little boy is getting a spanking.”

Fred was delighted to humiliate his annoying big brother and grabbed the elastic. Jane lifted Paul right off the floor so he was able to yank them down and off in one quick move. He grinned as he saw his brother’s bald little winkle.

“Josh has a bigger willy than this tiny winkle Jane. It looks as if it’s really Paul who is the baby brother.”

He sat down to watch the next act, smirking at Paul as he twirled those boxers around his index finger in triumph. Jane landed the slipper hard on the naughty little boy’s bare bottom and Fred grinned as she soon had his older brother bawling and screaming. There was a knock at the front door.

“I’ll get it Jane, as you and Paul are rather busy.”

Jane smiled and nodded at Fred without missing a stroke on the wriggling red bottom draped across her lap.

He opened the door to see two older boys. It was Paul’s friends Jake and Ralph.

“Hi Fred. Is Paul about?”

Fred smirked as he stood aside.

“He’s a bit busy in the den right now, but please go right in.”

Fred followed the boys. Jake turned to Ralph and grinned at the familiar sounds emanating from the den.

“Sounds like Josh has been a naughty little boy and is getting a good spanking.”

They went in and were surprised to see it was their friend who was naked over Jane’s lap and getting his bare bottom slippered. His friends smiled as they observed the scene before them. Fred whispered to the boys.

“This is our 12-year-old cousin Jane. She is helping mum out during the school break while dad is laid up.”

Jane finally stopped and pulled a crying Paul up to face her. His friends saw that scarlet bottom and grinned at each other.

“Now Paul, are you going to do as you’re told now?”

He nodded, but Jane saw his grinning friends, and demanded a spoken acknowledgement.

“That will not do. Say it out loud ‘I’m very sorry Jane and I promise I will do as I am told in future’. Say it!”

Jake and Ralph were still grinning as their friend snivelled his humiliating response.

“I’m – sniff – very sorry – sniff – Jane – sniff – and I – sniff – promise I will – sniff – do as I– sniff – am told – sniff – in future.”

“That’s better. Now would you like to introduce me to your friends.”

Paul had been in a painful world of his own and had no idea anyone had come in. As he turned, he was horrified to see who it was. He snapped his hands between his legs, only to receive another slipper across his sore red bottom.

“Put your hands down. Little boys don’t cover up.”

Jake and Ralph smirked to see their friend instantly respond to this order from ‘a girl’, and a younger one at that. As he uncovered, they laughed at what he had between his legs. Paul was stunned by this turn of events and couldn’t speak. Jake moved things on.

“Come on, introduce us then.”

“Err... This is my cousin... err... Jane. Err... Jane... err... these are my... err... friends... err... Jake and... err... Ralph.”

“Pleased to meet you Jane. We came to ask him if he wanted to go to the mall, but we can see he’s a bit busy now.”

“Paul has been a very naughty boy and I’m grounding him. Although he really doesn’t deserve it, I will permit him to play with you - in the farmyard only mind - but he’s not getting his clothes back until tomorrow.”

Paul was horrified as Jake smirked at him and made a suggestion to Ralph.

“I suppose Ralph we could spend some time playing here with him before we go on to the mall.”

He deliberately looked at the tiny package between Paul’s legs.

“This ‘little’ boy may well be naughty again Jane. I think we’d better have that slipper just in case.”

She recognised the bully in Jake and passed over the slipper. Fred sniggered at Paul’s scream as it was tested on that sore red bum.

“This seems to work fine Jane. What do you reckon Ralph, shall we play teacher and the naughty ‘little’ boy? I bags teacher!”

Paul shrieked as Jake repeatedly landed the slipper across his rear as he ran out of the den. Jane smiled at Fred as they heard the front door slam and Paul’s cries fade into the distance.

“So much for his so-called ‘friends’. I don’t think Paul will be causing you any more bother today Fred.”

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