What Cassie Did Chapter 2
by Cassie
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copyright 2007 by Cassie, all rights reserved

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What Cassie Did Chapter 2

Hi, I'm Cassie again. I'm going to tell you more about the
things I did when I visited my Aunt Felicia in Mexico, the
summer my Dad got sick and my Mum had to be with him at the
hospital.

The first time I wrote I left the story when Sammy and I
were playing in the pool. Sammy is my cousin, and he is just
ten. I'm eleven, on the other hand, and Mum always says that
I'm very grown-up for my age and I know many things. Of
course, I guess that Mums always say such things, but
anyway.

Well, we were playing in the pool, which is quite normal
since in Mexico it's very hot in the summer and Aunt Felicia
had a very big house with a pool.

What's not so normal is that Sammy was naked. And I mean
really naked, like completely, bare bottom naked. And the
reason he was naked was because I had made him take off his
swimming-suit. I could do that, you see, because I was in
charge, being a female. Females in Aunt Felicia's house are
in charge, because boys are not mature enough to look after
themselves without us telling them what to do. I guess grown
men can be mature enough, but there were none around here,
because my aunt only hired females.

So we played in the water. We would chase each other off and
then we would wrestle. It wasn't really fighting, you know,
just playing. But I was a bit bigger and also stronger,
because I like judo and swimming, so I always ended up
dunking him or pinning him from behind, grabbing his arms so
that he could not move. I took advantage of that to give his
bottom and his thingy some good feels, while he laughed and
squirmed, trying to get away.

We kept playing for a long time. I was very excited and
enjoying myself a lot, and Sammy apparently never got tired
of playing. He seemed to have forgotten about being nude and
did not seem to be aware of my furtive touches. He appeared
to be enjoying himself, but in a totally innocent way.

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Finally Sylvie clapped her hands.

"Time to get out, kids!", she said cheerfully. "Or you'll
end up all wrinkled up like prunes!"

When we came out she gave me a towel so that I could dry
myself, but she dried Sammy herself. I watched as she paid
special attention to his thingy and his bottom.

"Sylvie, why is his thingy so little now?", I asked.

"It just shrank, because of the cold water", she explained
as she dried it with the towel. "You pee-pee will be back to
normal very soon, won't it, Sammy-baby?"

"Yes, Tía Sylvie", he said contentedly. He appeared to have
forgotten any self-consciousness, and stood there docilely
as a female teenager dried his naked body and baby-talked
him while I, a barely older female relative whom he had met
for the first time today, looked on curiously.

"Now we turn you around...", Sylvie said as she did
precisely that, pushing Sammy against her bosom so that she
could reach his backside. "That's right... Soon we'll have
you good and dry... Good boy".

I stared at Sylvie drying his white bare bottom. I was
feeling funny down there. Se looked at me, smiled prettily
and winked her eye.

"Doesn't he have a cute bubble-butt, Cassie?", she asked me.

"Aww, Tía Sylvie", Sammy whined, wriggling in his nanny's
arms as he suddenly recovered his modesty.

"Now, now, we'll have none of that, young man", he said
sternly as she slapped Sammy's bare bottom briskly, although
only once. That quieted him down and Sylvie went on, not so
strictly. "It's not Cassie's fault if you have a cute
bottom, is it? Of course not", she answered herself, not
giving his young charge time to offer his own response. "You
just have a cute bubble-bottom and a cute pee-pee, and
that's nothing to be ashamed of".

Having said that, Sylvie grabbed one of his bumcheeks and
separated it from the other one.

"And now, we'll just have to dry between your little bottom
very well...", she cooed.

Sammy bore up all this fussing over his bottom submissively,
which earned him a "good boy!" from Sylvie.

When the teenaged nanny was satisfied with Sammy's dryness
he let him go. Then I noticed that his thingy was not so
little anymore.

"Look!", Sylvie, who had also noticed it, said to me. "His
little pee-pee is already back to normal".

To tell you the truth, it was a bit more than back to
normal. It seemed a bit turgid and, as we stared at it, it
suddenly stiffened.

I giggled and Sammy grabbed his thingy with his right hand,
lowering it as if he was trying to make it go back to
normal. That earned him two sharp swats on his bare bottom.

"Naughty boy!", Sylvie scolded him after smacking his buns,
"you know very well that touching your pee-pee is rude. Do
good boys play with their pee-pees? Do they?".

"No, Tía Sylvie", the chastised boy whimpered as he released
his rigid organ.

"That's right", she said, "naughty boys who play with their
pee-pees get their bottoms smacked red".

Feeling sorry for him, I said "You were not going to play
with it, were you, Sammy?".

He looked at me with big hopeful eyes and said no with his
head.

"Good boy", Sylvie relented.

"Sylvie, why does his thingy get big?", I asked.

"Oh, don't worry. It's just a stiffy, an erection. You know
what's that?"

"My Mum gave me a book about sex education for children", I
nodded. "But I thought that it only happened to grown men".

"It also happens to little boys", she smiled. "You don't
have to worry about it. Sometimes it happens when they play
with their pee-pees and sometimes it happens for no reason
at all. They can't help it. Boys just can't control
themselves. It will go down soon enough".

Sammy was blushing and looked as if he wished we would
choose a different subject to converse about. His thingy was
still hard and pointing in front of him, but he knew better
than to touch it again. Sylvie, however, had different
ideas.

"Come, you can look at it if you want", she told me,
motioning at me with her hand to come closer.

As I did so, Sylvie grabbed Sammy under his arms and raised
him in the air, leaving him standing on one of the plastic
chairs that were around the pool. That left his thingy just
in front of my eyes, and I got a close up view.

As I stared at it, I gave a nervous giggle. It was very hard
now and it pointed slightly upwards.

"Look at the little veins in it", I said, fascinated. It was
certainly bigger than the tiny thingy of Lexie's little
brother.

Sylvie smiled condescendingly.

"That's why it gets hard", she explained. "When a boy's pee-
pee gets a rush of blood it gets all stiff and bothered like
that. It's nothing to worry about".

"But doesn't it hurt?", I asked.

"Not at all. In fact it even feels good. Doesn't it, Sammy?"

Sammy eyed his thingy critically.

"It just feels funny", he said.

"And it feels good when you rub it, doesn't it?", Sylvie
insisted.

My cousin nodded.

"You know better than rubbing it, though", his nanny said,
tapping his thingy gently and making it bob up and down.

"Yes, Tía Sylvie", Sammy nodded again.

"That's my good boy", she approved. "Rubbing your pee-pee is
naughty, and what happens to naughty boys?". As Sammy didn't
answer she insisted, "where do they get smacked?".

"On their bottoms", Sammy finally said with a small voice.

"That's right, naughty boys get their bottoms smacked. But
what do good boys get?"

"Hugs and kisses", Sammy smiled. It clearly was some kind of
affectionate ritual.

"That's right!", Sylvie beamed, scooping the naked boy up in
her arms.

She supported his weight putting her arm under his bottom so
that their faces were close to each other. Then he kissed
him on his lips, making a smacking sound. He returned the
kiss the same way, giggling.

"That's my good boy!", Sylvie said, as I smiled at the
tender scene. "And good boys get kisses from their cousins
too".

Having said that, she flexed her knees slightly to lower his
body and let him lean to the right side. Grinning, I gave
him another kiss. I had intended to kiss his cheek, but he
aimed for my lips and we kissed briefly on our mouths.

Sylvie then left him on the floor again and said, "Now you
two run along to your room and get dressed".

Sammy didn't lose any time.

"Race you!", he shouted, looking back at me as he started
running.

I ran after him, looking at his bottom where a pink
handprint left by one of Sylvie's smacks could still be
seen. I was still amazed at how cheerful he was, so quickly
after something that by all means should have been deeply
embarrassing. I guess that it's just a matter of being used
to it.

We ran into the house and upstairs. I didn't try to catch up
with him, so when he got to our room he raised his fists to
the air and said, "I won! I won!".

"Yes, you did", I laughed, recovering my breath as I looked
at his unclothed body. His thingy was not hard any more.
"Look, you no longer have a stiffy", I added.

He looked down and his right hand went instinctively towards
it. He suddenly remembered himself and removed the offending
hand.

"You heard Sylvie, no playing with your thingy", I scolded
maternally, waving my finger at him. "Now get dressed".

I watched him as he got into his blue shorts and white T-
shirt.

Then I remembered I had to change out of my swimming-suit
too.

"Go to the corner", I instructed him. "That's right, facing
it. I'm going to change, so don't you dare peek or I will
smack your bottom very hard indeed".

I guess I could have tell him to get out of the room, but
somehow I liked seeing him there, standing in the corner as
I had told him, while I peeled off my full-body swimming
suit. I watched him closely to make sure he didn't try to
look back

Once I got naked, I looked down at my cunny. I was feeling
really funny down there. I put my fingers on it. I knew that
felt good when I was feeling funny like this.

Sammy meanwhile was getting restless.

"Can I look now?", he asked, hopping from one foot to the
other. He was a bundle of nerves, that kid.

"Not yet!", I shouted.

Then I got an idea.

"Take your shorts down", I ordered.

"But why?", he whined.

"Don't you know anything?", I said, feigning annoyance.
"Boys who stand in the corner do so with their bottoms
bared".

"But I haven't been naughty", he protested.

"You will be naughty if you don't do as I said. Now!".

That did it. He unfastened his shorts and let them fall to
his knees. His T-shirt only reached his waist, so that left
his bottom properly bare.

"Golly!, it's not as if I haven't seen your bare bottom
before", I grumbled as I resumed the business of rubbing my
cunny, this time looking fixedly at his bottom. "And don't
you dare peep, young man!".

I rubbed myself until I felt a warmer sensation down there,
and then it was over. I looked at Sammy's bottom for a
while, still breathing deeply. He was getting very fidgety
by then.

"I wanna go pee", he complained in a whiny voice.

"You wait a bit more", I told him. "If you move before I
tell you to I'll leave your bottom so red that you won't sit
down for a week".

I put my panties on, and then my jeans and my shirt.

"You can turn now", I said once I got dressed.

His hands went to his shorts.

"Did I say you could put them on again?", I asked. I could
not believe how stern I was being. I didn't know I had that
in me, but seeing Sammy so submissive and me so in charge
brought it all to the surface.

"But...".

"No buts, Sammy. Since you have to go pee there's no need to
put on your shorts", I declared sternly.

"Ok", he said, removing his shorts and turning to look at
me.

I extended my hand and he gave me his shorts before grabbing
his thingy in a nervous gesture.

"Uh, hum, no playing with your thingy", I ordered.

"Sorry", he said, releasing it. "But I gotta go".

"Go, then!", I said.

I followed him to the bathroom, which was attached to our
bedroom, and watched him from behind as he peed on the loo.

"You really do have a bubble-butt, you know", I told him
conversationally as he flushed. His rear end was chubby and
it had two cute dimples on top of it.

He was blushing noticeably when he faced me. I felt sorry
for him.

"Don't be embarrassed", I told him kindly. "I have seen tons
of naked boys, once you have seen one, you have seen all".

Ok, so that was a lie. But it was just a white lie.

"It's like a nurse or your mum seeing you naked, you know,
no big deal", I added. "Ok?"

He nodded, looking at me with doe eyes, just the slightest
bit teary. Looking at his eyes, I suddenly had strong
feelings of guilt and of protectiveness.

"I love you, little cousin", I said. And I meant it.

He seemed to sense that and smiled at me shyly.

"I love you too", he said.

I smiled back and kissed him very gently on his lips.

"Come on, go put your shorts on", I told him. I kept smiling
as he ran to get his shorts.

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We had tea with Aunt Felicia and Sylvie and the conversation
was normal, about the school, and about Mexico and stuff
like that. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood.

After that, Sammy and I went out and we found a Mexican boy
Sammy's age, who was introduced as Carlos. Apparently he was
the cook's son. He was carrying a soccer ball and he was
shirtless, wearing only white soccer shorts. He was dark-
haired, as most Mexicans, and I admired his tanned chest and
legs as he asked us whether we wanted to play ball.

Sammy said he did but I said I wanted to explore the gardens
on my own and that they should go ahead. I like playing
ball, but I really needed some time alone to think.



The gardens where really cool. Lots of grass and places to
play. There was a little path going to the beach, and
another house, smaller than the main one, which was where
the servants lived.

However, I was not really exploring. I sat down on a flat
stone behind a tree, looked at the sea and thought.

There was something that was bugging me, no matter what Aunt
Felicia or Sylvie said. Ok, maybe girls being in charge was
not a bad idea. I mean, look at all the wars and stuff. Do
you think that would be allowed to go on if women were
really in charge?

On the other hand, cruelty and hurting people was not right,
no matter what. There's this saying: "Stick and stones may
break my bones, but words can't hurt me", but I did not
think that was true. Words and humiliation could hurt too,
and I didn't want to hurt anyone just because I could.

I sighed. When I had been ordering Sammy about I had got so
carried away... It had felt so good that I had only cared
about the power I had over him. The feeling had been so
strong that it was not really me the one talking and making
decisions. I could have done anything, something nasty, and
I wouldn't have been able to stop myself. I didn't like
that, and it scared me.

But was seeing him naked and all that stuff really hurting
him? He seemed embarrassed at times but not that much. He
was used to that, and it didn't hurt him. In fact, he seemed
a perfectly happy boy.

After thinking about it for a while I decided that I could
go ahead with this. It was what his mother wanted for him,
and she obviously loved him. Who was I to contradict her?
Besides, I really liked it.

But I decided that I would have to be careful. Sammy was
cute, sure, but he was also a sweet boy, and he was my
cousin and, I realized, I loved him. Not in a boyfriend kind
of way, but in a cousin kind of way. That didn't mean I
didn't like to look at him naked. I really did.

If girls were in charge in Aunt Felicia's house I would be
in charge, I told myself. And I would order Sammy around as
he was used to, and I would see him naked, and if I had to
smack his bottom I would do so... But I wouldn't really hurt
him. I wanted to protect him, not to hurt him.


(to be continued)