Chapter 2 - Caught Out
Cecelia must have remembered my wet g-string she had stripped me out of when I had entered her hut. "Michael, why don't I wash the salt water out of your lovely little g-string for you and hang it up to dry in the sun. That way it will be clean and dry for you when you leave." Cecelia quickly put on her bañador and left me in the bedroom. Then I heard the main door of the hut squeak open and shut.
I had an opportunity to check out her bedroom. The furnishings were spartan, the hut obviously used only occasionally. There was a low chest of draws beside the bed, and a much larger chest against the wall. On top of the chest, propped against the wall was a mirror. Apart from these, the bed was the only furnishing in the room. Immediately I used the mirror to check out the state of my bottom. My whole bottom was red from below my hips to the top of my thighs. Cecelia had obviously done an excellent job of spanking me.
I opened the top draw of the chest and found it empty, confirming the hut was used only occasionally. I then went draw beside the bed where Cecelia had obtained the condom. As well as the condoms, it contained a wooden table tennis bat. Cecelia probably kept it to use as a paddle, but it would be too dangerous to find out. If I asked about it, Cecelia would know I had been snooping and would then probably want use it to punish me for snooping. I was acutely aware of the embers that still burnt in my arse.
Suddenly, I heard the main door of the hut squeak open. I'd almost been sprung. I closed the draw and returned to meet Cecelia as she returned. My heart racing, I met Cecelia as she entered the bed room, and hugged her. I was completely naked and she in her in her bañador. We started kissing. I did not try to undress then her, but just let her enjoy my lips, and explore my mouth.
Cecelia stopped exploring my mouth and started giving me gentle kisses on the lips. It was as if she wanted to change the pace. I slipped the strap of her bañador off her shoulder to kiss her on the neck. I kissed her again. She dropped her arms by her side. She stood there giving me gentle kisses on the lip, almost teasing me to undress her. She watched me in my eyes as I slowly slipped the straps of her bañador over her arms. As her bañador fell away from her, she hugged me and rewarded me a gentle kiss on the lips. "Michael, I don't want to be kissed just on the lips." She took me by the hand back to her bed.
We sat on the edge of her bed, and started kissing. I then felt Cecelia's hand up between my legs, and gently started stroking my balls. I had not had a chance to remove the condom which Cecelia had put on me before she had ridden me. I feel her hand brush my manhood. She looked me in the eye. "Let me take that off for you Michael. I like you completely naked."
After I let her remove the condom, we started kissing again. Cecelia fell back on the bed and pulled me back on top of her. I kissed her on her lips and then on each breast, letting my tongue circle each of her nipples. I then kissed her on fourth place, again letting my tongue circle her clit. I returned to the first place I had kissed her. She let my tongue probe her mouth.
"Michael, stop for a moment. I need to get a little something", Cecelia said as she tipped me off balance, causing me to fall on my side on her bed. My heart raced as I realized she was going to the drawer beside her bed that contained her paddle. I would be completely at her mercy if she had decided to paddle me. I was effectively trapped inside Cecelia's hut. The tiny g-string which was my only item of clothing, was hanging up to dry in the breeze somewhere outside her hut.
