Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 28
by Chadlad

copyright 2007 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
chadlad3@yahoo.com

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Chapter 28:  I Did Not Have Sex With That Girl!

Both had resolved to be tough, but when the first loud smack
of tough hand against soft, tender flesh rang out, both
cried out "Owwwwww!" simultaneously, Shirley bursting into
sobs immediately as Jeremy bit his lip and tried not to cry
as well with Shirley watching him.  The left side of his
butt and the right side of Shirley's both felt like a hot
iron had been applied to them. His mother's second spank
spared Shirley, landing firmly on the right side of Jeremy's
butt and making him clench and gasp.  On his already sore
butt, the two spank-spots burned unbearably.  Meanwhile,
Shirley's second spank landed on her left bun, and she
shrieked and threw her arms around Jeremy, squeezing him
tightly as she sobbed into his shoulder.  Her suffering was
too much for Jeremy, and the next spank, a shared one on the
lower parts of their touching buttocks, sent him into tears
as well, hugging Shirley with his left arm and sobbing
against her shoulder as well.  As the next spank landed on
his right bun, Jeremy began kicking his toes spasmodically
against the bed and begging his mother to stop.

"Pleeeeeese, Ma!" he squealed.  'It hurrrrrrts!  It hurts so
bad!  Please stooooooooop!"

His mother grimly applied the next spank to Shirley's trim
little butt, making her squeal and kick her toes into the
bed as well.  "Mommy, Mommy!" she squealed.  "Wahhhhhhhhh!"

Jeremy was totally humiliated that he continued to bawl like
a baby while getting spanked with his cousin.  It was okay
that she was doing it – she was a girl!  But he was a boy –
he had balls and a mickie and everything!  He was supposed
to be tough!  Yet there he was, begging and squalling,
making a total spectacle of himself.  "Owwwww!  Maaaaaaa,
stop!  Stop, Maaaaa!  Owwwww" he squealed as his two
consecutive spanks struck again.  His mother ignored both of
them and their increasingly fervent howling, concentrating
on warming their bare fannies to a bright cherry red color. 
The two miscreants began arching their backs and wailing at
the same time as the spanks continued to descent on their
naughty little bottoms methodically and irresistibly.  The
urge to reach back and comfort their throbbing butts was
almost irresistible, and Shirley almost did so at the 10th
spank, but her hand encountered Jeremy's, which were also
clutching at the air, and they grasped each other's hands
instead, squeezing each other with white knuckles as the
pain just kept becoming greater and greater in their
tortured little buns.  Then, suddenly, the loud smacking
noises came to a stop, the pain in their throbbing butts
stopped increasing, and they both realized, at about the
same time, that their joint spanking was done.  Of course,
that didn't stop their loud bawling or the kicking of their
legs, as their butts throbbed with a red glow and they
sobbed uncontrollably.

Mrs. Whitt rested her hand and stared idly at the two
crimson bottoms and the two crying children clutching each
other for awhile.  It was sweet the way they comforted each
other, she thought to herself.  Finally, after their crying
showed no sign of abating for several minutes, she lifted
first Jeremy and then Shirley around the waists and set them
up toward the head of the bed, their glowing bottoms facing
ceilingward.  She got up, saying, loudly enough to be heard
over their sobbing,  "I'm going to go read for awhile while
you two get your crying under control.  When it's quieted
down in here I'll know you're ready, for your paddling." 
Both children had freed one hand and each was exploring a
bright red butt gently, probing the sore spots and
continuing to cry. Jeremy began kicking his legs, unable to
hold still, finally getting up and beginning to dance around
the room, rubbing furiously at his bottom with both hands,
his now soft little mickie bobbing and jumping as he danced. 
Shirley laid face down still crying into the pillow,
caressing her own butt and crying so hard she could barely
catch her breath.  Jeremy danced around his mother as she
exited, his eyes puffy, his face streaked with tears, and
his nose blowing snot bubbles that trailed down his face as
he continued squalling.

It was many minutes before the pair noticed anything besides
their own sore butts.  Jeremy started to calm down first,
reducing his crying to wails and hiccups, then squelching it
entirely.  He stopped dancing, let go of his butt, and
swiped at his face, clearing his bleary vision and smearing
the snot onto the back of his hands, which he impatiently
wiped on his side.  That's when he noticed Shirley, still
crying inconsolably, but now on her back with her knees
drawn up and her legs spread, holding each bun in one hand. 
Her crotch was now completely uncovered, her neat, straight
little girl furrow completely visible on her flat pubic
triangle between her spread legs.  He walked closer,
studying her intently, shocked by this, his first remembered
sight of someone's girl parts.  She didn't have a mickie at
all!  Not even a little one, like some of the boys said
girls had.  And no balls!  Just a smooth triangle that was
split in the middle, shockingly split, like someone had cut
a gash between her legs.  Pinker, moister tissue bulged out
of the furrow.  His first response was one of
disappointment.  This was the cunt the boys all talked
about?  This little slit?  It hardly seemed worth looking
at.  Yet there was something about it – something mysterious
and unknown.  Still, it didn't appear to be the big deal the
older boys made it out to be.  He stood staring, studying
the little cleft between her legs, trying to figure out why
girls even cared if you sawthat part of her body.  It wasn't
like she had a mickie sticking out, or anything!

Shireley, meanwhile, was gradually coming to her senses,
suddenly realizing her cousin was staring at her tween.  She
clapped her hands over her crotch, still sniffling loudly
from being spanked, and looked at Jeremy reproachfully. 
"You're—you're not supposed to look at it," she managed to
croak out.

"You're too late, I already seen it," Jeremy replied, almost
completely done crying now.  "Besides, it ain't nuthin but a
little rut between your legs – I don't see what the big deal
is.  It's not nearly as good as having a mickie."

Shirley was offended.  "Girl stuff is just as good as boy
stuff," she sniffed.  "Our stuff just goes in instead of
out!"

"What do you mean, goes in?" Jeremy said. "There's stuff
inside there?"

"Lots of stuff," Shirley retorted.  "Good stuff.  Better
stuff than a stupid ol' mickie!"

"Let me see," Jeremy said.  

"No!" Shirley said.  "Boys aren't supposed to look at girl
stuff."

"Where do you pee?" Jeremy said.  "Out of that big slit?

"It's not a slit," Shirley said.  She hated the sound of
that word the minute Jeremy said it.  It made it sound like,
like—like she'd been cut open there or something.  "It's a
butterfly," she said.  "That's what my Mommy calls it."

"A butterfly?" Jeremy said.  "That's stupid.  It doesn't
look anything like a butterfly!"  He giggled despite the
fact that buttocks were both still stinging and burning
something fierce and the fact that it might be only a few
minutes before he'd be over his mother's lap getting
paddled.

"Yes it does!" Shirley said indignantly, moving her hands
and spreading her legs wider.  "Look!  There are the wings,"
she said. She pulled her labia apart with one hand just a
bit, so that her inner labia projected, along with her
clitoral hood and the little bump of a clitoris under it. 
Jeremy gawked at the darker pink structures that Shirley's
current position revealed.  "See, when I pull it apart like
that, you can see the body of the butterfly where the wings
join together, and this is the head up here," Shirley added,
forgetting her desire not to be seen naked by a boy. She
poked her clitoris with her right index finger.  It became
slightly more prominent in response.

"I guess it kinda looks like a butterfly," Jeremy said
doubtfully.  He stared at the girl's crotch, the first
girl's crotch he'd ever seen.  It was kind of disturbing the
way she was split apart like that, with stuff hiding inside
her.  Intriguing, too, but kind of disturbing.  Shirley
removed her hand from her crotch, and the little furrow
closed up, but the bump at the top of the furrow kept it
parted a bit at the top.  For reasons Jeremy couldn't
comprehend, his mickie twitched and angled up somewhat from
the ground.  Shirley bit her lip, frowning down at herself. 
She was aware of the still hot fire in her buttocks, but it
wasn't the uppermost thing on her mind anymore.  She glanced
at Jeremy's genitals, then back to her own.

"My Mommy calls it my butterfly," she said.  "I usually call
it my tween.  Because it's between my legs."

"The big boys call it a cunt," Jeremy volunteered.  "I
think," he added, not really that sure this furrow was what
there were referring to.  

"That's a yucky word," Shirley said.  "I like 'tween' a lot
better."

"Why does everyone call it so many different things?" Jeremy
mused.

Shirley looked at Jeremy's penis, now definitely angled away
from the straight down position, obviously hardening again. 
"I don't know," she said.  "People call boy stuff different
things, too.  Francine calls your little dangly thing a
tallywhacker, but you call it a mickie.  And the girls at
school call it a pee-pee."   Suddenly aware of the burning
in her backside, she reached down again and softly caressed
her buttocks, wincing as she did.

"Naw, only babies and little kindergarten boys call it
that," Jeremy said.  "But some of the boys call it a peter,
and that sounds almost the same – at least it has the 'p'in
it like pee-pee."  

"Well, yours sure has pee in it!" Shirley said with a
giggle.  "I saw it come out, remember?"

Jeremy flushed at her remark.  He didn't like being reminded
of having to stand naked at the toilet in front of his
cousin and pee while she'd directed his mickie.  He tried to
turn the attention back to her, pointing to where she was
ruefully trying to comfort herself.

"Hurts pretty bad, don't it?" he commented.  He began
rubbing his own buttocks in a mirror reflection of her.  "I
suppose Ma will come and paddle us soon, since we're not
making much noise any more."  

Shirley's hand froze on her buttocks, and her face lost
color.  Tears began welling from her eyes.  Jeremy
immediately felt regret.  "I'm sorry!" he exclaimed.  "Don't
think about it!"  But it was too late.  Shirley lapsed back
into full-fledged bawling, rubbing her bare buttocks and
jumping out of bed to stagger toward him.  

"I don't want a paddling!" she sobbed, collapsing into his
arms and stooping to bury her face in his bare chest to
comfort her sobs.  Jeremy awkwardly put his arms around her
and hugged her, trying to console her.  She continued
sobbing, but moved closer to him and hugged him tightly,
lifting her face to his shoulder and pressing her bare chest
to his.  Thinking it might comfort her, he reached lower and
began gently caressing her buttocks, both now surprisingly
rough and hot in his hands.  Shirley responded by moving
until her crotch and his were tightly pressed together, so
she could reach down and cup his own buttocks.  It suddenly
dawned on him that he was holding a girl's butt – a real
girl's bare butt, and the girl was holding his!  The boys at
school would never believe it!  Her grip hurt his sensitive
skin, but at the same time Jeremy realized, to his surprise,
that his slightly upward-poking penis had come to rest
nestled neatly between the folds of her little furrow, so
that the upper side of it was now pressing her warmth and
the tip was forced to point toward the ground.  His mickie
felt surprisingly good there, and without thinking he
pressed more tightly against her, almost grinding his body
into hers.  His mickie got harder, so that the anchor point
in his body became a sort of pleasurable ache from being
forced downward. 

"It's gonna hurt!" Shirley sobbed incoherently into Jeremy's
shoulder.  Jeremy pressed both his hands on her butt,
pushing her more tightly into him.  His mickie had hardened
almost all the way, so it was pressing insistently against
her furrow.  For some reason he had the urge to grind into
her, which he resisted for fear she'd let go of him and
break the pleasurable full frontal contact he was currently
enjoying.  Instead, he gently rocked his hips from side to
side, his little mickie sending twinges of pleasure as its
hardness pressed into her softness.  

She continued to cry, worried about the paddling they were
going to get soon.  He tried to think of something
reassuring to say, but nothing came to mind.  Instead,
thinking about it made his own fears start to grow.  His
paddling that morning had really hurt – had hurt so much he
couldn't think of anything but how much it hurt, both during
the paddling itself and for many minutes afterward.  He'd
gotten up and danced the spanked boy dance right there in
the front yard, with all his goodies on display for the
neighborhood kids.  He flushed when he recalled how he'd
realized his little mickie was flopping and bouncing around,
and then seen that the neighbor kids were watching him with
superior smirks, staring at his boy parts and his crimson
butt.  His butt had continued to sting and throb
uncomfortably for hours after that.  And now he was getting
another one, and he'd caused Shirley to get one, too!  He
began crying softly himself, holding her tightly, feeling a
miserable combination of fear and guilt  Yet somewhere, in
the back of his mind, even while he was quaking in fear, he
was also still aware of the marvelous way his genitals fit
against those of his cousin.

They two of them clung together, swaying, Shirley sobbing,
Jeremy crying softly.  Shirley shifted her grip to hold onto
him even more tightly, and both buried their faces into each
other's bony shoulders.  Even through his despair, though,
Jeremy was aware of how wonderfully pleasant his cousin's
body felt against his – how nicely her soft little butt fit
in his hands, even in its spanking-roughened state, and how
pleasantly her hands were cupping his own bottom even though
it was very tender, and more notably, how neatly their
genital regions fit together, her little furrow appearing
exactly where he bulged, and the cleft of that furrow making
a wonderful valley for his mickie to rub against.

Shirley, for her part, was more focused on her worries of
upcoming searing butt pain, but she was aware of the boy's
breathing where his chest joined hers, and of the insistent
pressure of his surprisingly stiff little tool pressing into
her furrow.  It was actually quite near the entrance to the
little tunnel that went inside her, the tunnel that she had,
a few times, explored gently with a finger and discovered
was even deeper than she could reach in.  For a moment she
wondered if her cousin's mickie was small enough it would
suddenly just slip inside her, and what that would be like
if it did.  There was something about the way their boy and
girl parts mirrored each other –how he stuck out where she
tucked in, that made her wonder.  Could it be?  Was his
mickie supposed to fit in there?  Is that why it pointed
straight out some of the time?

Her thoughts were interrupted, though, as the door swung
open and Jeremy's mother walked in.  Jeremy let go of
Shirley guiltily, but his mother had seen nothing but two
children still crying from their spankings and trying to
comfort each other.  Fortunately for Jeremy, his mother
didn't move her gaze downward, didn't see her son's rock-
hard phallus slipping out from where it had nestled in her
furrow as they'd been hugging.

"Still crying, you two?" Jeremy's mother asked, surprised. 
She hadn't realized she'd spanked quite that hard.  She
glanced at her niece's bottom – it did appear to be quite
red.  Well, she'd take it a little easier with the paddling
– no reason to blister the little girl over this, or to
blister her son more than she already had. Once they'd had a
good hard cry, she'd stop rather than giving them each the
16 whacks she'd initially planned.  "Let's get this over
with," she said.  She sat down on the bed, hefting the
paddle and looking at them expectantly.  "Jeremy, get your
fanny over here nearest me – I'm going to make you share the
paddling on the other side of you from where you shared your
spanking.  Shirley, you get right up tight beside him."

His crying continuing and his mickie, fortunately for him,
drooping enough that it didn't attract his mother's
attention, Jeremy complied reluctantly, dragging himself up
on his bed and settling his midsection over his mother's lap
as indicated.  His little bottom quivered as he awaited what
he knew was coming.  "Come on, now, Shirley," her aunt
beckoned.  Shirley froze, still bawling.  

"I caaaaan't" she wailed.  "It's gonna hurt too much!"

"You get your little fanny over here right now and take your
paddling, young lady," her aunt scolded.  "You don't see
Jeremy trying to get away!"

Jeremy, who'd been contemplating doing just that, trembled
instead.  Shirley took two dragging steps toward them, then
stopped.

"Come on, Shirley," her aunt chided.  "You're just making
this harder on yourself.  And you're making Jeremy have to
wait for his paddling, and that makes it worse for him, too. 
The sooner you get your naughty little bottom up here, the
sooner it will be over."

Shirley managed to crawl up to the bed, but then collapsed,
sobbing, short of getting across her aunt's lap.  Her aunt
sighed, set the paddle down, and grabbed her around the
waist. settling her into position tightly beside her
trembling cousin.  In the warm, stuffy room, both children
were sweating freely now, their bodies coated with a sheen
of perspiration, rubbing together wetly where they touched. 
Jeremy reached over and put an arm around Shirley's
shoulders.  "I'll hug you," he said to her.  "And you hug
me, too.  It'll help."

Shirley lifted her left arm and laid it across Jeremy's thin
back, squeezing him tightly to her, crying loudly into the
pillow in front of her.  Jeremy lowered his face next to
hers, crying softly as well and hugging her thin shoulders
just as tightly "Keep your bottoms flat," Jeremy's mother
ordered, "and no protecting them or trying to get away
unless you want me to add more swats!"  Both children
reacted to the impending paddling by tightening their
bottoms, as if hardening their muscles would deflect the
spanks and the accompanying pain.  Jeremy's mother thought,
briefly, how charming it was they wanted to comfort each
other, and how cute the two of them were with their
identical reactions.  Then she focused on the job at hand
and began their joint paddling, bring the hairbrush down
sharply in the center of their two adjoining buttocks with a
loud "thwap!"

Shirley squealed.  Jeremy bawled a hearty "Owwwwww!"  Both
squeezed each other tightly as the sting of the first spank
shot through them.  The second set the tops of their little
buns on fire, and the third the bottoms.  As both children
were smallish, the three spanks almost completely covered
their entire butts.  Jeremy was begging, "Please, Maaaaaaa!"
again at the top of his lungs, Shirley merely sobbing
uncontrollably.  Jeremy's mother gave his other side the
next three spanks, making him dissolve into a quivering mass
of leg-kicking agony, and then it was Shirley's turn for
three whacks in succession, setting her little butt on fire
on the other side.  

Jeremy's mother continued this same pattern for the second
round, sending Jeremy into a leg kicking frenzy and making
Shirley collapse limply in total submission as she continued
squealing.  Satisfied, Mrs. Whitt gave each of them their
final blows, aiming first for the center of Shirley's
bottom, then for the center of the wildly twisting Jeremy's
little butt.  She then put the paddle down and sat for
awhile with the two little conspirators still across her
lap, holding each other tightly and squalling in to their
shared pillow, looking at the results of her lesson for them
with satisfaction.  She had made both little butts a nice
cherry red, but she hadn't caused any blisters at all on
Shirley save a couple along her butt crack from the last
blow, and she'd only added another half dozen in an
identical location along Jeremy's butt crack.  She gave each
of their butts a pat and slid out from under their legs and
settled them side by side on the bed, still sobbing into the
pillow and holding each other.  

"Come on, Shirley – you need to go back to your bed," she
chided, trying to separate the two crying children.  Shirley
just bawled louder and clung to Jeremy with all her
strength.  Her aunt pulled harder, then shrugged at let go
of the little girl.  It probably didn't matter if Shirley
went back to her bed on the living room floor or not.   They
were cousins, after all, and just little children.  Heck, if
they were a couple of years younger she'd still be bathing
them in the same tub together!  They won't feel like doing
anything naughty after a spanking and a paddling for
misbehavior, and even if they did, they wouldn't even know
what to do at their age – they didn't even know what their
immature genitals were for! Besides, they'd just cry
themselves to sleep – she'd paddled them well, after all. 
She thought about pulling up the sheet, but realized the
room was too hot for that, and the two kids were still too
loudly crying to open the window.   "I'll leave you two to
cry yourselves out," she said.  "Morning comes too early." 
Jeremy and Shirley continued to cling together, sobbing,
totally oblivious to her, their little red butts upturned
side by side on Jeremy's bed.  Jeremy's mother stopped at
the door, briefly reconsidering whether it was wise to leave
two naked opposite sex children in the same bed.  She was
being silly, she finally concluded.  They were still sweet,
innocent little lambs.  She left the light on and shut the
door to muffle the children's crying, then shut her own door
as well, making the crying no longer audible at all.  In ten
minutes she was sound asleep.

It just went to show how wrong adults could be at times.  In
Jeremy's room, there was no sleeping and there were no
sweet, innocent lambs either.  Jeremy and Shirley cried for
some time, still tightly holding each other.  There was
something about the bodily contact that eased the sting from
their throbbing buttocks, something to cling to that felt
good.  After awhile, Jeremy's cries settled down to little
moans punctuated by hiccups, and finally he swallowed down
the big lump in his throat as manfully as possible, wiped
his teary and snotty face on his damp pillowcase, and lifted
his head, looking at Shirley, still crying inconsolably into
the pillow beside him.  He stopped hugging her from across
the back and moved his arm to her head, stroking her hair
gently.  

"Don't cry," he said to his cousin.  "Come on, Shirley,
don't cry.  It'll be all right.  It stops hurting so much
after awhile."

Shirley lifted her head and looked sideways at him, her face
puffy and wet with tears where she'd completely soaked her
half of the pillow.  "It hurts so much!" she croaked.. 
"Worse than a spankin'!"

Jeremy gulped down another flood of his own tears.  "I
know," he said.  "I got one too, remember?"  He turned
sideways on the bed, facing her, wincing as his throbbing
butt complained at the movement and fighting to keep from
starting up crying again.  He had to be tough – big boys
didn't cry!  "Come here," he said.  "I'll make it feel
better."  He pulled on her upper body, bringing her toward
him, sliding his left arm under her to hug her fiercely. 
His right hand he let trail down her back until he could
very carefully, very gently, cup her left buttock, the one
nearest him.  It glowed fiercely warm in his hand, the skin
rough to the touch. Shirley turned her head and snuggled
into him, hugging him back just as strongly, twisting to
press her bare chest against his but keeping her hips flat
on the bed, her red little butt facing upwards.  

"Ow!" she complained, still crying.  "Don't touch it – it
hurts too much!"  She sobbed into his shoulder, and he moved
his hand upward and began stroking the small of her back. 
After what seemed like a long while, she turned the rest of
her body to face him and swallowed back her own tears. 
Their knees touched as she did, their lower bodies
separated.  Shirley blinked back the tears and looked down
his body.

"Your mickie is all little again," she said hoarsely.  "How
come it always hides when you get spanked?"

Jeremy shrugged.  "I dunno.  I guess it doesn't like
spankin's."

"Well, I don't like them either," Shirley said.  "Even if I
don't have a mickie to hide."  She slid her left arm down
until her hand could cup Jeremy's butt.  "You're all hot and
sweaty," she said. 

"You are, too," he said.  "We should open a window."  He got
up and padded across the room, opening the windows on each
of the outside walls.  Shirley studied his flaming red
bottom as he moved across the floor.  

"Ooooh, you're all red again," she said, looking at the
angry red blotches that decorated his bottom as he bent over
slightly to open window.  She could see the new blisters
along his butt crack, and, glancing over her shoulder, saw
matching blisters in the same area on herself.  Jeremy
turned from the window, now open and admitting a cooling
breeze, and walked back towards the bed, his little finger
of a mickie swaying back and forth in front of the wrinkled
patch of his scrotum as he walked, not self-conscious of his
nudity around her at all, now.  Shirley watched intently as
he approached, still marveling at how different boys were
down there than girls.  Jeremy noted her intense scrutiny.

"It's not fair," he said.  "You get to look at me all the
time, up close!  You get to look at all my boy stuff, and
even my dookie hole, but I don't get to look at you!"  He
indicated her pubic triangle, which, with her legs drawn up,
was completely invisible.  "I should get to look at you,
too, all your girl parts!"

"But Aunt Matilda said that boys shouldn't look at girls
there," Shirley said.

"But she didn't mean cousins," Jeremy said.  "She meant
girls like Francine!  Cousins are different."

Shirley hesitated.  Jeremy stopped moving, spreading his
legs apart and putting his hands on his butt to thrust his
crotch forward.  "See?"  He said.  "You can look at any part
of me you want!"  He turned around suddenly, bent over, and
carefully spread his red butt apart. Shirley immediately
noted the contrast between his red buns and the white,
protected area of his butt crack. "You can even look at
where my dookie comes out!"  Jeremy added, looking at her
seriously from between his legs for a few moments.  Then he
straightened back up and turned around facing her again. 
"There, I showed you," he said.  "Now it's only fair that
you show me."

Shirley considered.  "I guess that's fair," she said.  "What
part do you want to see?"

Now, it was Jeremy's turned to consider.  He looked at his
cousin, still modestly curled up on the bed.  "I wanna see
your dookie hole first," he decided.  He had caught glimpses
of the dookie holes of some of the boys of the swimming
hole, when they bent over to take their underpants off or
put them on or to splash water on other kids, but those
views had been distant and fleeting.  He couldn't remember
ever seeing one close-up and had never occurred to him to
squat over a mirror.

"Okay," Shirley said.  She turned back onto her stomach, her
little red butt facing the ceiling.  Jeremy clambored on to
the bed and squatted beside her, placing his palms and 
index fingers on either side of her still red butt crack,
then pulling gently apart.  He was immediately struck by the
fact that her butt crack was a pristine white rather than
the red of her butt, the same color her whole butt had been
before it had gotten spanked and then paddled.   He leaned
forward to look at the tight little asterisk nestled between
her soft orbs.  For some reason he had expected it to be
brown, he didn't know why, but instead, the tight little
collection of wrinkles was an immaculate looking pink color,
so spotless that it presented not a hint of what its purpose
was.  He felt a stirring of excitement to be looking at such
a private place on a real girl.  In response, his little
mickie began rising to attention again, slowly climbing and
hardening between his legs.  Shirley, who was looking
intently over her should at that very spot between his legs
as he examined her butt, felt a tingling in her own loins as
she watched it rise.  "Your mickie is getting big again,"
she said.  

"I know," Jeremy said.  He continued to study her butt hole
intensely.  His mickie was becoming throbbingly hard, the
tip of the jumping with each of his heart beats.  For some
reason he felt more excited down inside himself than he had
ever been in his life.  He let go of his cousin's butt
reluctantly.  "Turn over," he said.  "I wanna see your girl
stuff again now."

Shirley hesitated a moment.  Should she let him look at her
tween?  She was pretty sure she wasn't supposed let boys he
see her tween, but Jeremy was her cousin, and cousins were
family.  And her family certainly saw her tween when she got
spanked!  Her mother had seen it, and her father had seen
it, and he was a boy!  And even Aunt Matilda had seen it,
just now when giving Shirley her spanking and paddling along
with Jeremy!  Anyway, he'd seen it a little bit before,
after they'd gotten their spankings.  And besides, it wasn't
fair that she'd seen his boy stuff and he hadn't seen her
girl stuff.  Carefully, because her bottom still hurt
something fierce, she rolled over on the bed lying with her
hands at her side and her legs together.  Jeremy leaned over
eagerly, studying the little furrow between her legs.

"I can't see anything," he complained.  "Spread your legs
apart."  Shirley obligingly spread her legs apart, and
Jeremy climbed over one to squat between her legs, his
little mickie still jumping with his heartbeat as he settled
his butt on his heels and leaned over her crotch.  The lips
of her furrow had spread apart now, revealing the pink,
moist tissue beneath more completely than when he'd seen it
before.  Jeremy studied it intently, trying to figure out
what he was seeing.  "Where does the pee come out?"  he
asked innocently.  Shirley pointed with her finger.  "Right
inside there," she said.  Jeremy leaned over, his face about
6 inches from her crotch, trying to see more clearly. 
Finding it hard to breathe so bent over, he untucked his
legs from under him and got up onto his knees, so his face
was lowered toward her and his butt in the air.  He looked
into the separated labia almost cross-eyed.

The first thin he noticed was an opening – not an opening
like her butt hole, which was all closed up tight, but an
opening that was open, like a little tunnel into her. 
"What, it comes out that hole?" he asked, poking toward it.

"No, not my tunnel," Shirley said.  "It comes out of the
little hole above it."  She pointed helpfully.  "Right
there."

Jeremy looked closer – he could barely see the little closed
slit she was indicating.  "That's weird," Jeremy said.  "You
girls must go all over yourselves when you pee."

"Well it does get in my tween a little and sometimes a
little gets on my bottom," Shirley said.  "But you just wipe
it off with toilet paper."

"Yuck," Jeremy said.  "That's gross.  That's why it's better
to be a boy -- at least us boys don't pee all over
ourselves!  And we can pee standing up!  And we don't even
need toilet paper!"

Shirley couldn't think of anything to say to this, because
it was true.  She'd seen Jeremy pee, now, and it did look
like a somewhat more convenient and less messy process. 
Heck, all he had to do when he wanted to pee was just whip
his little thing out and point it away from him.  He didn't
even have to take down his pants!  But then she thought of
something.  "But us girls don't have a bunch of stuff that
gets in the way and sticks out where everybody can see it
through their pants," she said.  "So girls are better."  

Now it was Jeremy's turned to consider, which he did while
still studying the girl between her spread legs.  "Girls
look at the front of our pants?"  He asked.  "You see when
we get hard and stuff?"

Shirley thought about Stanley Overstreet and her puzzlement
over the changes in appearance of his little crotch bulge. 
"Sometimes," she said.  Jeremy he felt a hint of
embarrassment.  He wondered how many girls had noticed his
inopportune erections in the past.  His attention drifted
downward between the girl's legs, suddenly fixing again on
what the small, open hole between her tiny pee hole and her
tightly pursed butt hole.

"What's that?"  he asked, pointing.  "What's that hole under
where you go pee?"

"It's kind of a tunnel," Shirley said.  "I can get my finger
all the way in it sometimes."

"What's it for?"  Jeremy asked, moving his face closer
trying to see inside.  The narrow, dark little tunnel was
glistening with moisture as deeply as he could see.

"I don't know," Shirley said.  "It's just a hole."  She
didn't add that it felt kind of good to stick her finger in
there, just like it felt kind of good to rub her fingertips
over the top part of her slit, where the little bump was
made the butterfly head.  He didn't need to know all her
secret thoughts.  Jeremy sat back on his heels.  

"Turn over," he said.

"Why?"  Shirley asked.  "You already looked at my doo-doo
place."

"Get up all fours," Jeremy said.  "And move your legs apart. 
I need to seen in your tunnel better."

Somewhat embarrassed but determined to go through with her
promise to make them even by letting him look at her tween,
Shirley got up on all fours, then spread her knees apart so
that her tween spread all the way open.  She felt very
exposed.  Jeremy climbed in behind her and squatted down to
study her up close.  "Put your face all the way down on the
bed," Jeremy said.  "Then you'll open up better, and I can
see better."  Shirley lowered her face, feeling even more
exposed.  Jeremy looked at her for a long while.  "I don't
get it," he finally said.  "What's it good for?"

"I don't know, it's just there," Shirley said.  "Like a
belly button.  It's a hole, too, and it isn't good for
anything, either."

"Oh," Jeremy said.  He sat back on his heels, losing
interest in her girl parts for the moment.  He was aware of
the throbbing, yearning sensations from his own crotch, his
little mickie begging him to touch it and squeeze it like he
did sometimes when he was alone.  He remembered the comfort
of their earlier hug.  He hopped off the bed and walked over
to snap off the light, his mickie bouncing comically in the
air as he did.  The room became mostly dark again, with only
the streetlight outside making things semi- visible. 
Shirley settled back flat on the bed again, face down. 
Jeremy snuggled in beside her.  "We should go to sleep," he
said.  He stared at the ceiling, face up, for a moment. 
"Can I hug you first?" he finally asked.  

"I guess," Shirley said, turning onto her side.  Their
previous naked hug had felt rather pleasant, she thought to
herself. She'd welcome another one.

"No, I want you on her back this time," Jeremy said.  "I
want to hug you from the top."

Shrugging, Shirley settled onto her back, wincing again as
her sore buttocks complained.  To ease their contact with
the bed, she pulled her legs up and spread them apart,
minimizing the amount of her buttocks that touched the bed. 
Jeremy crawled in between her legs from the bottom,
stretching himself full-length on her.

Shirley had been a little worried he might be too heavy, but
Jeremy was a small boy, and although she definitely could
feel his weight pressing on her, she didn't feel crushed. 
He settled his lower half between her legs, shifting his
hips back and forth until his upward-pointing little mickie
was nestled between her labia, where she could feel it
pulsing with his heartbeat, a hard cylinder against her soft
and surprisingly moist labia.  He snuggled against her
harder, moving his hips from side to side gently, his little
pole nestling deeper in her furrow with each movement.  She
could feel the iron-hard tip of his tool pressing the bump
at the top of her tween, the contact giving her mild waves
of pleasantness as he did.  Jeremy hugged her, hard, their
upper bodies sweaty and sliding slickly together.

"Feels good," he breathed in her ear.  "You know, where we
fit together.  Down there.  It feels good."

It did feel good, Shirley had realized.  Like it belonged
there.  Jeremy began a gentle rocking, his weight shifting
slightly, their nestled genitals rubbing together gently as
he did, the movement aided by the slickness of the sweat
coating both their genital regions.  As he continued the
rocking motion, the pleasure in Shirley's loins increased,
and her girl parts grew more damp, almost like she was
sweating from the inside her tween.  The slick wetness
between her legs began making little squelching sounds as
Jeremy rocked and shifted his mickie.  "Yeah," she said
almost in a whisper, echoing him.  "Feels good."

Jeremy kept rocking, the movement making his mickie gently
jab the now hard bump at the top of her furrow, and slide up
and down slightly against the slick wetness the two now were
developing between their legs.  Shirley reached down and
cupped his little butt, pushing him more tightly against
her.  "Harder," she whispered.  "Push harder."

Jeremy, who was feeling the most wonderful sensations
himself, ground his little cylinder even more strongly into
her welcoming crotch.  He was starting to get all shivery,
kind of tickly, like he had before when she'd been touching
him in the living room.  He wanted to stop, but to keep
going at the same time.  He began moving his body more,
letting his mickie slide down against her furrow and then up
again repeatedly, vastly increasing the shivery feelings he
was experiencing.   To his surprise, he felt himself
accumulating more dampness from the girl, and both their
genital regions were grown quite moist and slippery.  

Jeremy kept increasing the wildness of his movements, his
internal sensations increasing, as he did.  Shirley was
wiggling under him, like someone being gently tickled, and
breathing as hard as he was.  He kept sliding his mickie
further down her slit before sliding up again, experiencing
more and more sensations, until, without warning, he slid
down so far that when he started up, the tip of his
thrusting mickie caught on something inside her.  Instead of
sliding smoothly to the top of the furrow this time, it bent
downward and, impossibly, or so it seemed to Jeremy, inward. 
Inward, into a moist and very tight place, enveloped in heat
like a hot towel suddenly being wrapped around the head of
his member and then being squeezed by a hand squeezing it
for all it was worth.  Jeremy's mickie was suddenly
surrounded by wet heat and overwhelming sensation, and
underneath him Shirley stiffened and let out a muffled
little squeal. 

"Ouch!  OWWW!  It hurts!" she was saying, suddenly summoning
the strength to push him violently off of her as she rolled
sideways and clutched her crotch.  Jeremy landed beside her
on his sore butt, the tip of his little mickie pulsing wetly
in the semi-darkness.

"What's wrong?" Jeremy said, alarmed at her reaction. "Why'd
you push me?"

Shirley probed her crotch and tried to catch her breath. 
"Your mickie went in my tunnel," she finally said, rubbing
herself.  "At least a little way in!  It hurt!"

"I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!" Jeremy said, reaching unconsciously
to his mickie to gently stroke it as he talked.  He still
had some of the wonderful feeling there that he'd gotten
when it has entered her warm place, and he longed to have
the feeling back.  "I didn't mean for that to happen," he
added. "I was just rocking and it got in there somehow."

"It's all right," Shirley said, lying back again, but gently
stroking her own labia near the top with one hand in concert
with Jeremy's own self-stimulation.  "It only hurt a second. 
But we'd better not do that any more today – I'm kinda sore
there now."

Jeremy, disappointed, settled down beside her, still
stroking his genitals, wanting that good feeling back he'd
had a moment ago when they' been rocking their genitals
together.  He looked across at her in the semi-darkness,
slowly stroking her crotch much as he was stroking his. 
"Can you touch me again?" he finally asked.  "Like you did
in the living room?"  His voice had acquired a pleading,
begging quality. "Please?"

"Okay," Shirley said.  She kept stroking her labia and the
hard little bump at the top with her left hand, but reached
with her right and took his hard mickie in it, giving it a
powerful squeeze and then slowly beginning to rub it. 
Jeremy let out a little moan of pleasure and succumbed to
sensation.  In less than 30 seconds, he was overcome again
with waves of tickly, shivery sensations, his little hips
thrusting his hard mickie toward the ceiling as he gasped
and grunted and then settled back, sated, and pushed her
hand away.  

"Thanks," he said, still panting.  The girl next to him was
still gently circling her tween with her left hand.  "Can we
play the rocking game again tomorrow?" he said eagerly.  "If
we can get somewhere secret, that is?"

Shirley thought about it, her loins purring with pleasure as
she continued rubbing them.  She had enjoyed her cousin's
weight on her, and the gentle probing of his mickie before
he'd accidentally impaled her.  "Okay," she said.  "But you
have to promise not to get too low on me and go in my
tunnel, or I won't let you do it any more."

"Thanks," Jeremy said, smiling shyly.  He was quiet a
moment.  Shirley kept stroking herself.  "You're aces, for a
girl," he finally said.  "I'm sorry I was mean to you." 
Shirley didn't answer, but felt a swell of happiness at his
apology.  Jeremy nestled against her and his breathing
settled down. Despite the low throb of his well-spanked and
paddled bottom, Jeremy Whitt was asleep in moments.

Shirley had stayed away for awhile after that, the
sensations in her groin as she rubbed herself more and more
vigorously growing stronger over the next several minutes,
until she, too, found herself thrusting her hips to the
ceiling and grunting much like Jeremy had done.  There was
something about touching her cousin's boy parts that was so
exciting, that had made the need to rub herself the most
important thing in the world.  She lay there, sated and
sleepy, dimly aware of the gentle throb of her tender
buttocks but mildly surprised that they didn't hurt more
than they did after being spanked and paddled quite hard by
her aunt.  She gently separated her labia and felt inside
with her finger, probing the edge of the opening where her
cousin's little mickie had briefly slipped inside her. 
She'd felt a brief stab of pain when that had happened, and
had pulled away from him, but it didn't really feel sore,
now.  She tried to remember what his member had felt like
inside her.  It hadn't gone in far – maybe an inch at most. 
It hadn't felt like her finger – it had been, somehow, more
soft, despite its hardness, certainly wider, and more, more
… more right, somehow.  Like it belonged there.  But she
wasn't letting him go there again.  It might hurt more next
time.  Sleepily, she reached over and squeezed the exposed
member of her cousin sleeping next to her.  His mickie and
become a little soft worm in his sleep, no longer as
exciting to hold and play with.  She fingered the ridge of
the head, tracing its strangeness.  Then she'd slipped off
to sleep.