Chapter 1

Teenage Tantrums

Ann's father stood before the grand fireside of Mountfast Hall.

He spoke sporadically while lighting his pipe.

"Well your brother Julian has gained his leadership badge at cadet camp, so you won't be — puff- entirely unsupervised -puff- at Cherry Cottage. But the question is can he cope with your tantrums Ann?."

"Oh Quentin dear, soothed his wife Emily as she continued to knit in the old fireside chair, we've discussed all of this; Ann is growing up now, she more self controlled these days."

"Yes, those tantrums are behind me." pouted Ann. Then thrusting forward her small pointy breast said proudly, " I'm a teenager now Father!"

Her father took stock of her and his pecker stirred. Up to a few months ago she had been such a weedy little thing. Then she had begun to blossom into this fetching filly with a rump that begged to be plundered.

He drew again on his pipe,

"Yes, but you still needing the odd spanking nonetheless! " he declared peering though his bushy eyebrows at his daughter.

His wife threw him a scowl.

Ann's recall of the recent spanking in her bedroom caused her face to flush but she persisted with her assurances. " And there's Dick and Jez and Timmy too, so I'll be double safe with them father!"

"Huurmp!" Her father scowled through a cloud of smoke and pondered on the state of things.

Emily had wanted Ann in older style clothes in place of her skimpy gaming gymslips. He wouldn't hear of it.

Now this idea of them going to Cherry Cottage would put Ann out of reach for any future spanking sessions. Damn and blast!

Mountfast, realizing it was a right of passage for his offspring, broke into a benevolent smile.

"Well you'll all have to work together as a team.

Follow Julian's leadership and stay away from undesirable rednecks and other riffraff; you should be up to it now I suppose."

Relieved at his official blessing, Ann sprang to warmly hug her father.

Mountfast's pecker expanded further while his hand eagerly explored Ann's adorable butt.

Just then Ann's twelve year-old brother Dick came into the room.

"Oh Dick" said Ann merrily; we're going to Cherry Cottage! " Us five! "

"Oh I say, that's simply splendid Ann!" chortled Dick. "We must get on the blower and make plans with cousin Jezebel and Timmy!"

Dick's Dream

That night young Dick's sleep was restless with anticipation.

Past adventures in Devon were drifting through his dreams.

Like the gypsies who'd set up camp near Cherry Cottage one summer; they were a strange band and no mistake.

Horse-drawn wagons, barking dogs; the acrid campfire smoke swirling in the air ... some were circus people who could perform strange tricks.

Dick had struck up a friendship with one who had a huge snake called Mamba.

Being a dirty foreigner he spoke strangely.

There he was now, his swarthy dark face smiling at him as he began opening his basket.

"Ahh, it my little flend from se cottage. Where you been? Mamba ave waited for you, look!"

His hand drew out the great slithering snake.

Dick exclaimed in a strange tone. "Mama-mia what a Mamba!"

"You like de look of him eh?" said the circus man, " Go ahead I let you stroke him. Don't be frighten."

The man's breath carried the vile smell of garlic.

Dick hesitated but the man pulled him closer.

"Mamba can quiver and sliver like no other snake. He is the king of snakes." whispered the man into Dick's ear.

Dick's heart beat faster.

Dick gently began touching the snake and it felt very queer.

"Aahh yes he like you doing that, you have a feel for snakes, that is clear. Have you handled one before perhaps?"

"No, this is my first time." said Dick as he got a little bolder.

"That's good, he'll be your friend now you do that for him."

As Dick stroked the snake's head he suddenly became aware of a coil of snake round one of his thighs.

"Crikes." Dick swallowed in his sleep; his cock fully errect.

"Oh yes the man whispered, he your friend now for sure; would you like him to do a trick for you?"

"Trick? Stammered Dick whilst clenching his buttocks, what sort of trick?"

Dick's tormented dream drifted on.

In the master bedroom Quentin Mountfast was busy masturbating next to his slumbering wife.

He was eroticising on the spanking he'd given Ann just a few days ago.

The grey upturned gymslip, her lowered school knickers, her fine naked rump, and a gloriously pink wet pussy!

Her pleading cries goading him to deliver the due spanking plus a little more to bring out the after-glow.

Spare the rod and spoil the child was that maxim that came to his fevered mind.

Cherry Cottage

"Come on you two!" Julian called from the kitchen widow. "It's time we started for the station. We don't want Jezzy and her pedigree mongrel thinking we haven't turned up to meet them he chuckled!" Julian was a well built sixteen-year old who played rugby for his school and strove for fairness and duty.

Dick and Ann, who had been exploring the end of the garden in the sunshine, ran to rejoined Julian in the cottage where he had begun organizing things for their stay.

There were just two cosy bedrooms; each with a double bed.

The main living room served as kitchen and living room.

The bathhouse was tacked onto the back of the cottage, so using the loo got you a dose of fresh air.

This was all part of the charm of being at Cherry Cottage for the chums.

And so the three of them set off for the little town station.

"Look! Isn't that the train coming in." cried Dick, curving round that corner out of the trees."

"Yes it must be! Said Julian. There's only one train due here this morning."

Oh come on you two! We'd better run!" cried Ann.

As they raced onto the platform a familiar head of short curly hair hung from a window with another shaggy head beneath.

Their cousin was tumbling from the train before it had even stopped with Timmy leaping alongside.

Dressed in hiking shorts, socks and shoes she looked ready for adventure. "Hello! How wonderful!" She cried.

They hugged in a circle and Timmy, a handsome leggy brown haired mongrel, barked excitedly around them.

"Golly Jezzy" chortled Dick playfully; you're more like a chap than ever!"

"Oh thanks!" chortled Jez who relished being a tomboy, "Chaps can do lots more than girls!" All heartily agreed; including Ann.