Chapter
7
Regina and I ran in to
get dressed in our bathing suits leaving Roger on the porch. I don't
know how he did it, but by the time we got out of the bedroom, he
was standing there with the bolsters still lashed to his arms. He
looked like an enormous letter "T." It was so comical
Regina and I doubled over with our laughter.
When we recovered, we
untied him and raced to the lake. I was airborne off the pier before
I remembered that it was still spring. The unusually warm day had
me fooled. Gravity prevailed, and I was soon immersed in the icy
water. My nipples hardened so much I thought they'd pop off.
I came to the surface,
too cold even to draw a breath and warn Regina. Not that it would
do any good, she was already in mid dive herself. She came up sputtering
and screeching "Yeeeh! It's cold!"
It was Roger's turn to
laugh. He stood on the dock looking at us turning blue in the water.
"Get your butt in here," I said as angrily as I could.
Regina and I both started splashing him. At first he retreated until
we called him a "sissy." I guess the challenge was to
great for him and he came running and cannon-balling into the lake
with a splash that showered Regina and me.
The water was cold, but
we got used to it rather quickly. There really wasn't any pattern
or plan in our escapades. For a brief while we were a bunch of kids
just horsing around, splashing each other and otherwise just enjoying
innocent play.
We must have been at
it for less than 5 minutes when a canoe rounded the point that sheltered
our little portion of the lake. It was crewed by two teenage girls.
"Hi there," they shouted to us as the paddled closer.
"Hey there,"
I said in response, "we thought there wouldn't be anyone out
here."
"We're just up for
the day. My dad just bought this for us from some folks who live
on the other side of the lake, and we're taking it to our summer
place."
"Good for you."
I said.
"I'm Amy, and this
is my sister Connie," they said, apparently interested in making
small talk.
"Well, I'm Amy,
this is Regina, and that," I said pointing to my skinny-dipping
friend, "is Roger."
Roger had gone out to
deeper water and was neck deep. The lake was murky, but clear enough
to show that he was naked even if not clear enough to show details.
The girls could not help but notice I was sure, but were polite
enough not to mention it.
We exchanged some more
small talk: "Yes the water is cold," we replied, "No,
it's not too bad," we went on. "I'm excited about starting
High School," the younger one said. "We're in college,"
we responded. "No I haven't decided on a major yet." for
about 10 minutes while they eyed Roger. Finally they said their
good-byes and paddled away whispering and giggling.
By the time the girls
left, our lips were blue from the cold water. "I guess we've
cleaned off enough. Come on, let's get some lunch." I suggested.
As we got out of the
lake, Regina and I laughed at Roger. "So it *is* true. Cold
does make things shrink." Roger's poor organ looked like a
button sticking out of his crotch. His testicles were two bumps
between his legs. I pointed and got out two words between laughs,
"anatomically deficient!" Regina had to sit down she was
laughing so hard.
Exhausted, and teary-eyed
from laughing, we made our way back to the cabin. Regina and I dried
off and got dressed. Roger just dried off.
We put in our orders
for lunch with our male slave. It involved some work at the stove,
and we sure couldn't take a chance with our property, so I had Roger
wear an apron. It once belonged to my mom, and was frilly in the
front, and barely tied half way around Roger. His butt was still
available for our view. He must have also been recovering from the
cold too, since the front of the apron had a bulge at a point were
mom never bulged it.
Regina and I took up
our places in some low chairs on either side of a coffee table facing
the fireplace. Roger got on both knees to serve us at the table.
We allowed him to sit on the cold stone slab in front of the fireplace
with his bare butt and eat with us.
We decided to keep Roger
in his maid's outfit as we had him clean up after lunch, sweep up
the floor, and do some general dusting. I knew my aunt would appreciate
it if we cleaned up the place a little in exchange for its use.
I had Roger make up the beds as well. Well, two of them at least:
the lower bunks in the "girls' dorm."
"You know,"
I said to Regina, "it's probably going to get chilly here tonight.
I think we're going to need some firewood." Turning to our
slave, I said, "Come on Roger, let's see how good you are at
splitting wood. Take off that apron and get your shoes on."
Regina and I followed
him. By this time we were attired in our bras, shorts and tennis
shoes.
Roger proved to be a
good wood chopper. He moved his body well, and his penis swung invitingly
with each stroke. In spite of his nakedness, he had a good sweat
worked up.
Suddenly I giggled, "You
know, Reg, being out here by the woodshed gives me an idea."
"I was wondering
when you were going to get to remembering that," she replied.
"Don't we owe this bad boy a spanking for messing up your room
last week?"
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