As soon as I could get to bed I worked on my hard cock until I exploded over the sheets and then exhausted I fell asleep.
The following morning I was woken by Auntie Beryl’s booming voice reminding me that I should have been downstairs for breakfast, washed, dressed and my room tidy by 7.30am and it was now 7.40am. As she pulled back the covers she saw that I had no pajamas on and the mess all over her sheets was all too evident.
“Get ready, now or we won’t be ready for the picnic. I’ll decide on your punishment later.”
I had forgotten all about the ‘important’ family picnic!
As she left the room, I heard her calling Kate’s name and wondered what she was in trouble for.
I made my bed as well as I could, tidied my room, washed and dressed checking I hadn’t forgotten anything before I came down for breakfast. I did not want to make Auntie even more cross.
A few minutes later Kate appeared for breakfast. It seems that she too had overslept and from her face had done something else to upset her Mum.
I had never been on the ‘picnic’ but had heard Auntie saying it was a special family tradition and what fun it was. The picnic was an annual event involving Beryl, Kate, and Beryl’s two younger sisters, none of whom I had even met. Sally, the youngest sister was married to Mike and their daughter, Julie, was Kate’s age. Mary was divorced and had a son, Tom, a few months younger than Kate.
The phone rang and a few minutes later Auntie Beryl appeared at the doorway. She looked fed up and annoyed.
“Sally has called to say that Mike has to work so won’t be going to the picnic. This is supposed to be a special day, you two have already spoilt it and now this. I am going to have a quiet cup of tea and decide how you will both be punished.”
With that she left us to finish our breakfast in the dining room. I had a sinking feeling in my gut and from the expression on Kate’s face she was non too happy either.
“Why are you being punished.” I asked her, but Kate ignored me and just finished off her cereal.
Auntie returned looking slightly happier and announced that as we would be out at punishment time, 7.00pm we would suffer our punishment in front of the whole family at the picnic.
Both Kate and I leapt to our feet and started to argue.
“One more word out of either of you and you will also get six strokes with the tawse.”
We sat down quietly. We both knew from the expression on her face that this was no idle threat. We also realised that “also get six strokes with the tawse” meant that our punishment would be the cane and that we would be punished with no clothes on. I pictured me standing there nude in front of Aunt Sally, Julie, just 16, Aunt Mary and Tom, not to mention Kate and Autie Beryl.
The morning seemed to drag by as Kate and I were banished to our rooms. We could hear auntie preparing the picnic and then explaining on the phone to her sisters what we had done and how we were to be punished. We were called down.
Looking at us both Auntie said, “I’ve spoken to Aunt Mary and Aunt Sally to explain that you will be given the cane at the end of the picnic and to make sure that they were OK with that.”
I couldn’t help it, I blurted out, “And?”
“They both completely understand and have no objections.”
I had never been to their annual picnic so I wondered how auntie would be able to punish us in a public place. When we got to the picnic site, mid afternoon, I understood. We had driven for miles out into the countryside and then turned off down little lanes to a meadow in the middle of nowhere. A little copse of trees stood at one end and the picnic took place in a clearing in the middle. My stomach churned as I saw the other members of the family and realised they all knew what was going to happen.
There was an excited chatter as we all greeted each other, though it seemed that Sally, Mary and Julie were looking at me in a knowing way as we were introduced.
We played games, though I didn’t have my heart in it and from Kate’s expression, neither did she. We ate our picnic in the shade as the sun was still beating down.
Auntie Beryl stood up. “I am sorry to have to spoil all our fun, but as you know Jim and Kate were very naughty this morning and I am going to have to give both of them six strokes of the cane.” With that she brandished a whippy looking cane about three feet long.
My face went red and I wanted a hole to open up.
“Please go to the car and get ready for your punishment.”
We knew it was no use arguing. Kate and I set off towards the car. We undressed quickly, avoiding each other’s eyes. A few minutes later we joined the rest of the family, each wearing just a shirt.