DESPERATE TROUBLE

BY SHARPERGIRL

In a leafy suburb of south London there was a fine old house
situated on a corner of two quiet residential roads. Unlike many
of the grand Edwardian houses nearby, this one was well
maintained and was obviously the home of someone who appreciated
fine things. Inside the House, there were five bedrooms, living
room, dining room and a large cellar room. The décor inside was
very tasteful and there was rich carpet on all the floors
expensive furnishing and fine artworks filled each room. This was
the home of the Marsh family. Ronald Marsh was a former Army
officer now in his mid 40's and head of his own freight
forwarding company. His wife Mary was a respected society lady
who was engaged in charity work and attended Church functions.
They had two beautiful teenage daughters. Jane (16) and Sarah
(14) went to the local Church School. Both were keen on horse
riding, outdoor activities and also sang in the local Church
choir. The Marshes enjoyed a good life, two foreign holidays a
year and two new BMW's in the driveway. They were a contented
hard working family with no problems or worries. Or at least that
is how they would appear.

In recent years Ronald's business had been through a rocky patch.
He had been under a lot of stress and was often away from home.
Mary had always existed in his shadow and was unfulfilled. Now
her daughters were older she had turned to drink and was becoming
something of a lush. Jane and Sarah had never had the parental
attention they felt they deserved and were rapidly turning into
scheming spoiled brats. Although they had everything the wanted
materially they never missed an opportunity to upset their
mother. The communication between the family members had
deteriorated steadily. The girls had been getting poor reports
from school. Ronald, faced with pressure at work and now at home
had become prone to violent mood swings and loss of temper. Mary
was loosing control and making gaffs in public, she had lost the
respect of her daughters and was becoming depressed. The
situation seemed to be spiralling out of control until "The
incident" which prompted Ronald Marsh to re-evaluate his
priorities and embark on a drastic set of measures to save his
family.

Mary had been dreading the coming weekend. Ronald was away on
business and she always missed him most at the weekends. To make
matters worse she'd been asked to speak at the churchwomen's
group dinner on Friday night. These occasions were not much fun
to attend alone. It also meant that she'd have to leave the girls
to their own devices until very late. This was a worry as their
behaviour recently was getting out of hand. They always played up
when Ronald was away. That Friday afternoon Mary waited for the
girls to come home from school, late as usual. Both were dressed
in their netball strip as there had been an inter-school match
and both girls played for the school team in there respective
year. Mary was a little concerned that they had been walking home
in such short skirts and made a mental note to get them some new
more modest ones. "Don't they have a changing room at the school
these days?" Asked Mary, as she looked the two of them up and
down. They were tall slim girls, chestnut hair. Jane's was
shoulder length, Sarah had hers cut shorter in a fashionable
'bob'. The both looked flushed from physical exertion. Jane
answered in a characteristically sarcastic tone. "Yes they do
have them, but they smell, the showers are cold and you have to
undress in front of the plebs." "There's no need for that kind of
insulting talk." Said Mary, "I thought you were all team mates,
and even a cold shower is better than walking home soaked in
perspiration, you will be the smelly one if you carry on like
that." "Oh Mom, now you call me smelly! That's nice I'm sure, now
can I go for my shower or what?" Jane really was quite a cheeky
girl when her father was away. "You watch your tone with me young
lady, you can both get upstairs to the showers, but you can leave
your dirty clothes in the utility room and I'll put them straight
into the wash. You can both iron your own school uniforms and
netball strip tonight while I'm out!" Sarah shrugged "I'm not
doing it tonight, I've got someone coming over to help with my
maths." Mary stepped forward as Sarah turned away. "You, young
lady will do as you are told, now bring your bags into the
utility room and take out your uniforms, whites in one pile, navy
in another, then take off your strip and do the same with that.
Then go upstairs and take a much needed shower both of you, and
don't answer back!" Jane picked up her bag and sighed. "Come on
kiddo mommy's getting a moody on, let's be goodie goodies" Mary
turned to her eldest daughter. "You insolent girl, you would not
be so cheeky if your father was here. You would both be getting
your legs well and truly smacked by now." "Oh mommy, Daddy hasn't
done anything like that since I was little. We're to old for that
now and anyway it's very unfashionable to hit your children these
days. Didn't you know?" Jane looked defiantly at Mary. In a
sudden fit of rage Mary struck her daughter hard with her open
hand across the face. There was a loud slap and a muffled gasp.
"Not another word!" Mary was shouting now, anger had overwhelmed
her. "In the utility room NOW!"

The girl's shuffled into the cold dark utility room; Sarah was
quite shocked by her mother's outburst and was soon actively
sorting her clothes out on the floor in front of the washing
machine. Jane was holding her scarlet cheek, and sniffling as she
opened her sport bag. Mary switched on the light and stood over
them as they crouched down emptying their bags onto the bare
tiled floor. "Leave your shoes in the bags and take them upstairs
with you, your trainers too. Now, quickly, get undressed. The
girls were soon stripped to their white cotton sports bra and
navy blue Lycra games knickers. They stood shivering a little.
Both had very good figures, slim and athletic with long legs and
thin waists. It was true to say that Sarah did not really warrant
a bra yet, but girls were so sensitive about these things. "Come
on now get those sweaty things off and get upstairs before you
catch cold" Soon they were both naked putting their undergarments
in the correct pile. As they stood up Mary noticed both her
daughters had trimmed their pubic hair to almost nothing, not
that Sarah had much to trim, but the few wisps she had grown were
snipped down to leave a tiny vee of velvet in the centre of her
mons. Jane had similarly shorn her more substantial covering to
the bare minimum. "What have you both done that for?" Mary asked,
genuinely puzzled? "It'll grow back twice as thick and you'll
have to keep trimming it down all the time. Jane piped up, "The
Gymnastics coach told us it's much more hygienic and also we
don't want to show any fluff when we wear our leotards." Mary
shook her head, how complicated it was all getting. Her young
daughters were worried about their bikini line already. She
looked at the naked girls and for the first time recognised their
imminent sexual maturity. The absence of pubic hair only
highlighted the fact that they both had dark labia tucked between
their legs. Their bare breasts drew attention to their large pink
nipples. In the chill of the evening they stood right out hard
and rigid. These little girls were almost grown. Mary felt
remorse at having hit Jane and resolved to talk to her about it
later. As the girls turned to go upstairs Mary opened up the
washing machine and bent down to collect up the whites for the
first load. Two damp cotton sports bras. Two school blouses two
sports shirts, two pairs of white uniform socks. The underwear
that the girls had worn before changing into their sportswear
remained. Mary shook here head. There were regulations at the
school that prohibited the wearing of very brief panties. There
were two pairs of tiny white lace trimmed CK knickers and
matching bra on the floor. Both girls had been sent home on
previous occasions for wearing these, and still they risked it?
As she popped them in the machine Mary wondered how they had
become so wet in the sports bag. She closed the door on the
machine and loaded the soap powder and switched on. She then
picked up the Navy blue garments and set about folding them ready
to put in next. Two pleated uniform skirts, two netball skirts,
two pairs of navy sports socks, and finally the navy high leg
knickers. Mary checked carefully, both pairs were damp from the
exertion of the game, but Jane's pair was absolutely soaked at
the gusset, almost dripping. A frown came over Mary's face…

Mary walked in to Jane's room holding the wet panties. " Jane,
what is the meaning of this? How did you manage to make this
mess, is there any thing wrong?" Jane froze for a second and then
continued to towel down after her shower. "Yuk, mom, It was a
very hard game, it's just sweat, what are you suggesting, that I
didn't get to the toilet in time?" Mary looked her daughter in
the eye, but Jane avoided her gaze. "I hope you are telling the
truth young lady, it's bad enough you walk home half dressed, but
if I find out there's been any hanky-panky you will be for the
high jump" No more was said and Mary went downstairs again. Sarah
appeared wrapped in a towel in the doorway of her sister's room.
"God, that was close Jane, d'you think she knows anything?" "No,
she doesn't know shit, she's just a suspicious old cow, don't you
say anything… you are not exactly innocent yourself, so keep your
mouth shut." Jane got back to drying her hair and Sarah flitted
off down the hall to her room.

The girls came down to the kitchen where Mary had prepared Pizza.
"Now, finish your supper and wash up, then don't forget the
washing and ironing. You can still work on your maths Sarah as
long as you remember to do your share of the ironing. Now, I'm
going up to get ready, I have to leave in half an hour. As Mary
stepped out of the house into the damp night air she left her
daughters sprawled on the living room floor in their jeans and
t-shirts watching TV with strict instructions about homework,
washing and ironing. She had also warned them that she would be
quite late and that they should both be in bed by 10:30.

It was after midnight when Mary pulled into the driveway of her
home. The dinner had been so-so but everyone had been
complementary about her talk on maintaining standards in the
modern society. On arriving home she feared something awful had
happened when she realised all the downstairs lights were still
on. She walked quickly to the front door and realised to her
distress that it was not closed properly, on stepping into the
hall she was conscious of a strong smell of cigarette smoke, she
called out, "Jane! Sarah! What's going on, Jane where are you,
the door's wide open" With that the door to the living room burst
open and two boys stumbled out into the hall, they brushed past
Mary mumbling "Thanks Mrs. Marsh, great party!" and ran out of
the door into the street giggling. Mary was quite shocked; they
could have been anybody. She went into the living room, the air
was thick with stale smoke, and there were several beer cans and
an empty wine bottle in the middle of the floor and two saucers
full of cigarette-ends, some of which were coated with lipstick.
Sarah was slumped in an armchair asleep with a beer can in her
hand; Jane was sprawled on a floor cushion with one leg up on the
sofa. Mary gasped in horror. Both girls wore heavy make-up; they
never had been allowed to paint their faces like that. They also
wore very tight and impossibly short mini skirts, Sara had a
black Lycra one, and Jane wore a silvery Lurex one. They both
looked like a couple of street girls from Kings Cross. Mary cried
out, tears of shame and anger came at the same time, "Get up you
little whores! Get up and get into the bathroom, what the hell do
you think you are doing….." Sarah looked up and dropped the beer
can, it spilled on the carpet, she came to her senses and tried
to grab it but slipped of the chair and ended up sitting on the
floor with her skirt up round her waist. "Mommy! She shrieked…
but, but, ooooooh Mommy!" "Don't speak to me just get your self
to the bathroom now" The startled girl tried to get up but was
obviously quite drunk, as she flopped about trying to stand Mary
noticed she was wearing a pink and white lace thong under her
mini-skirt. Mary grabbed a handful of Sarah's hair and dragged
her to her feet, she yelped with shock and pain. "You filthy..
little.. slutty.. whore! Where did you get these cheap tart's
clothes?" each word was punctuated by a fierce slap across the
drunken girl's flushed face. The whacks were so hard that they
would have knocked the slender girl to the floor, but Mary held
her up by her hair. She then dragged the now disoriented and
bawling child out of the living room and into the utility room
where she was slapped again hard across the face and left in a
wailing heap on the floor. The commotion had roused Jane and as
Mary re- entered the living room she was trying to get up, but
also had difficulties and at one point fell backward onto the
sofa with her legs splayed revealing that she also was wearing a
thong but made of black PVC. "Of all the perverted little
harlots, wake up! I leave you alone for one night and you turn my
house into a brothel!". Jane was barely conscious and breathing
alcohol fumes as her mother took her by hair. Mary wrenched her
daughter up so her head rested over the back of the sofa and held
her there, chin up, while a barrage of hard slaps reddened the
side of her face. Jane started to yell, "Ow, Ow Aaah Ow " Mary
dragged her on her knees and by her hair into the utility room,
where she found Sarah on all fours retching into a pool of vomit
on the tiled floor. Jane was deposited next to her sister and as
Mary went back to the hall to remove her coat the sound of Jane
emptying her stomach followed her. After about half an hour
cleaning up the mess in the living room and washing up in the
kitchen she returned to the utility room. Jane and Sarah had
stopped being sick and were sitting on the floor with their knees
up holding their heads. "Here, drink some water" She held out two
plastic cups to the girls. They both groaned tearfully and sipped
the water. "You two have got a lot of explaining to do. That can
wait until tomorrow. Now take off those harlot's outfits and get
upstairs to bed. If you still feel sick you can stay down here,
you'll both clean up here tomorrow. Both girls made half-hearted
attempts to undress. Mary was in no mood to wait around, it was
late and she was very tired. She bent down and wrenched Jane's
T-shirt off. She had a PVC bra on which matched her thong, that
was discarded with the T-shirt, then her slippers, and the
hold-ups came off, Mary grappled with the tiny zipper on the mini
skirt and off it came. Her daughter cried and moaned as she was
manhandled out of her clothes. Lastly the black plastic thong was
ripped down and off leaving her naked and sobbing on the floor.
Mary then took her by the hair and dragged her stumbling out of
the room, along the hall and all the way up to her room. "We'll
continue tomorrow when you are sober". Back into the utility room
it was Sara's turn to be stripped, the frightened girl tried to
resist her mother and shuffled on her behind into the corner of
the room and curled up in a ball sobbing. "Go away, leave me
alone". Mary was incensed. She grabbed the girl's hair with both
hands and dragged her wriggling body out of the corner. The
screaming Sarah was hauled up and draped back over the washing
machine. Mary released one hand from the girls hair, and pulled
her head back with the other so her tearstained face looked up to
her mother. She was pinned in place her pleading face exposed.
The slaps came fast and heavy, the screaming got louder and
louder. Mary swapped hands and gave Sarah the same treatment on
the other side of her grimacing face. "You do not defy me slut"
Mary beat her daughter severely, swapping sides until both her
hands were too sore to slap any more. Sarah did not put up any
fight as her clothes were removed. She too had to be dragged
upstairs to her bed naked and sobbing loudly.

The next morning Mary was up early. She phoned Ronald and told
him that he had to come home as there were serious problems. She
only gave brief details, but he was very upset at what had
happened and promised to be home by that very evening. His final
words on the phone were. "They are both going to be very severely
punished… you can tell them that now!" Mary went upstairs, she
knew she's put the fear of god into her daughters last night. Her
hands were still sore from the slapping. She felt that the
situation was in hand and for the first time in a long time she
felt "in control". The girls would be made to clean up the mess
in the utility room first, then they would be allowed to shower
and clean up. Mary knew that Ronald would be home by the early
evening she wanted the girls to be dressed exactly as she had
found them the night before when he confronted them. She knew
that Ronald despised sluts and to see the girls dressed so
provocatively would drive him to do something drastic about their
punishments.

To ensure she would keep the girl's under strict control she was
going to carry on where she'd left off last night. The face
slapping had done the trick, so she went to the cupboard under
the stairs and found one of the girls' riding whips. It was a
long thin one covered in fine leather, which tapered along its
length. At the tip it was only half the thickness of a pencil and
where the leather clad steel rod ended there was about three
inches of leather thong which dangled loosely. It made a shrill
swishing sound as it cut through the air. Sarah had been the most
defiant and had been given the extra slapping, Mary suspected
this was because Jane had drunk more alcohol and had no stomach
for rebellion This may not last. With whip in hand she marched
into Sarah's room and drew open the curtains.

"Get out of bed you lazy slut" Sarah moaned and peeped over the
quilt. Mary had the whip behind her back. The memory of the
previous night registered in the girl's face and she pulled the
quilt back over her head. Mary snatched back the quilt She took
the girl by the hair and yanked her out of bed and on to the
floor. "You will do exactly as you are told today young lady or
you will find yourself in much pain!" Sarah focused on the whip
and whimpered as she curled up on the floor to protect herself.
Mary noticed that her daughter had obviously got out of bed
during the night and found a pair of panties to put on. "Right,
just so we understand each other, today you are going to make
amends by cleaning up downstairs, it's a filthy mess. Then you
are going to be presented to your father when he gets home and he
has promised me that you will be punished most severely. If you
do not do as I say I will punish you with this!" Mary swished the
whip menacingly making the girl wince. "So that you are in no
doubt as to my intentions you are going to get a little sample
here and now…. Stand Up!" Sarah started to sob, bleating for
mercy and cowering under the whip. "If you obey me you will get
six strokes, if you disobey me we will continue until you learn
to do as your told, clear?" Sara nodded tearfully eyeing the
twitching leather tail on the end of the whip. Now you are going
to get into a position for the whip and you will hold that
position until I say so, understood?" Sara again nodded
vigorously unable to speak but sobbing quietly. "Take down your
panties and sit down on the bed" Sarah did so, the pink cotton
briefs fell to her ankles and she stood for a moment with her
hands clasped in front of her bare pubic mound. She quickly sat
down. "Now lie back across the bed and raise your knees up to
your chest." Sarah did so gasping and starting to hyperventilate.
"Spread your thighs wide open and hold your knees in place with
your hands" Sarah again gasped as she exposed her bare buttocks
and everything between them to her mother and the whip. "Now my
girl I want the truth, did you let those boys touch you there?"
Mary dangled the leather tail over her daughter's gaping pink
pussy, lightly brushing the rather obvious hard pink bud that
looked as if there had most definitely been some urgent manual
attention there even within the last couple of hours. "Well?
Lying or refusal to answer is disobedience you know. It looks to
me as though you have been hiding in bed playing with yourself!
Thinking about last night and rubbing yourself were you?" Sara
cried out and turned her face away as she admitted her sins.
Second later she was screaming at the top of her voice as the
whip cut across her thighs and buttocks, hard stinging swats
aimed to send the swishing whip end on to her hot pink slit. The
six swats were over quickly and Sarah released her knees and
rolled about on the bed screeching in pain. Her bottom and thighs
had deep red welts that stood out hard and proud from her pale
smooth skin where the thin end of the whip had cut deep into her.
The leather thong had flicked in between the buttocks to slap
onto the tender pink petals and the bulging clitoris which were
now reddened and obviously causing a lot of discomfort. "That's
to let you know what you are in for, if you disobey me today.
Your father I'm sure will have a lot more to give you when he
gets here." Mary turned to find a horrified Jane standing in the
doorway. "Right madam, your turn, you saw the position and what
you are going to get… hurry up!" Jane started to shake her head
but Mary brought the whip down sharply across the front of her
thighs. After a couple more persuaders Jane was in position and
opening her own rather wet pussy to receive her dose of the
stinging whip. Mary noticed her daughter's state of arousal. She
was very wet as if she had only just been playing with herself,
more obviously her clitoris was standing hard and rigid between
her pussy lips "Look at you, you as well? Been thinking about
your antics last night and masturbating yourself haven't you?"
Jane just shrugged in shame. As she was older, Mary gave her an
extra hard whipping. Swinging the whip from right behind her
head, which made her daughter loose control and kick her legs
wildly. Because of this she was given six more, Mary aimed the
extra swats to cut right across the girl's open pussy lips. As
the last stroke fell right on to her clit Jane squealed so hard
she lost control of her bladder and sent a small jet of pee into
the air and across the floor.

"When you have finished making that terrible noise you can sponge
the carpet you dirty little girl, Then downstairs with your
sister to scrub the utility room floor. Don't bother putting
those panties back on either, you will do the cleaning up naked
and if I am not satisfied with the effort you put in you will
feel the end of my whip again and again until you get it right?"
The howling girl nodded and acknowledged her mother's superiority
through her hot tears. The two girls scrubbed their own vomit off
the tiled floor with hot disinfectant. Mary stood over them for
the whole hour holding the whip and occasionally flicking it onto
their bare behinds. Both Jane and Sarah wanted to be sick again,
so Mary opened the door into the back yard and left the two naked
girls to retch on their hands and knees into the flowerbed.
Eventually little Sarah sidled back into the house, "Please
mummy, can we go and have a shower now?" "Certainly not!" came
the sharp reply. You can take a bucket of cold water out there
with a sponge and rinse yourselves down before coming in here,
then you can go to the shower." Luckily the yard was not
overlooked. The two shivering girls sponged off their naked
bodies in the cold morning air. Mary let them go to the shower
room. They were not allowed to shower together though. Sarah went
first and Jane was told to set out the clothes that they had worn
the night before. "Make sure you include that tarty underwear!"
Mary called as her daughter went upstairs with the bundle of
garments.

Soon the girls were back in the utility room dressed in their
revealing outfits. Mary had them lift up their micro mini skirts
to reveal their stocking tops and the tiny thongs. They had been
made to put on the same heavy make-up as they had sported the
night before. "My god, those boys must have thought you were a
couple of prostitutes! It looks like they treated you with just
as much respect. You can get yourselves some soup and bread for
lunch. You can eat in the kitchen and you can stay as you are
with your skirts up. Your father should be home this afternoon
and then we'll see what he has in store for you." Both Girls
sobbed, mascara tears trickled down their cheeks as they felt the
shame of being so exposed and also the fear of their father's
wrath. After the girls had eaten Mary set then to work on their
School homework in the large living room. "You had better get it
all done this afternoon. You are going to be very busy with your
father later, and I'm sure you won't be able to concentrate
tomorrow after your punishment. I should think you will be able
to go to church though and I think you will need to think very
hard about what you have done when you are there."

The two hapless girls were very fearful. They had never known
such anger and violence from their mother. While making a
half-hearted attempt at her homework Jane's mind drifted to the
scene the night before. Her secret boyfriend Jimmy had been
hinting that there was not enough action. She has been seeing him
after school and during the daytime at weekends. Things had got
to the heavy petting stage a couple of times but parental
restrictions meant that they were rarely alone. Jane had realised
that the only way to get down to business with Jimmy was to get
her younger sister interested in boys. She knew they would be
left alone in the house sooner or later so it was just a matter
of getting Sarah roped in to the plan. Sarah, in spite of her
tender years, was very keen on boys and it did not take long
before a suitable partner was found. A friend of Jimmy's called
Alex was very taken with Sarah and Sarah responded positively,
revelling in the fact that she could brag to her friends about an
older boyfriend. The Girls had planned the rendezvous well, they
both knew what they wanted and dressed accordingly so the boys
would not hold back. Things went very fast, soon there was lots
of sticky fumbling going on to the delight of the two boys.
Unfortunately the Gils had not factored in the influence of
alcohol. Rather than be tidying up at ten thirty as they had
planned they were both half-drunk, completely disoriented and
learning how to suck cock for the first time. Jane shuddered as
she remembered coming to finding her mother standing over her
screaming at her. This was somewhat countered by the memory of
Jimmy's tongue flitting lightly over her tingling pussy and the
feeling of his strong fat cock between her lips. She shook her
head to clear the thought train as it was starting to make her
feel gooey between the legs.

The sound of their father's car puling into the drive sent surges
of adrenaline through both Girls, they looked at each other
fearfully. Mary came in. "Here's your father, stand up both of
you. They were sent to different corners of the room and told to
face the door where their father would enter. "Keep your skirts
up so your father can see those whore's panties that you are
wearing". The girls stood trembling as the door handle turned.

Ronald entered the room. He was in his shirtsleeves with his
collar unfastened and tie hanging loose. It was very unusual for
him to be dressed so casually. He glanced round the room paying
little attention to the two forlorn girls. He went over to his
wife and kissed her cheek. "It's alright now love, I will deal
with this once and for all, did you tell them what we have been
discussing?" Mary stood close to her husband, the first real
signs of affection between them for some months. "No," she said
all they know is that they are going to be punished severely".
Ronald nodded and put down the case he was carrying. "Right you
two, come and stand in front of the fire place, I have several
things to say and you will be silent until you are required to
answer my questions, understood?" Both girls nodded as they
sidled out of their respective corners and into the centre of the
room in front of the large ornate mantelpiece.

Ronald stood in front of his two trembling daughters and looked
them up and down in disgust. "I never expected this at your age."
He shook his head. "I always knew the risks for girls to go bad
and fall into the wrong company when they get older, but never,
never did I expect you two to start out as Whores and
masturbators so young. " Ronald's voice was strong and menacing
as her recalled some of his military training. "Your mother and I
have discussed how to deal with you. There are two options. First
we could take you out of school and send you away to and
institution. I have sufficient put away in trust for you both to
be sent away to complete your education in a private boarding
school in Scotland. The place has a reputation for austerity and
is run by the Church. One condition of sending you there is that
you both remain there until you are eighteen and you do not come
home even during the vacations." The girl's looked in horror at
each other. "Don't be so taken aback, you may find that
infinitely more appealing than the alternative." With that he
opened the case he was holding. Inside was a bag with the name of
the local Saddlers on it. From the bag Ronald produced a shining
black riding whip. It was so flexible that it had been bent
double in a wide loop and taped together where the tip met the
leather clad handle. The Girl's mouths fell open. As their father
unfastened the whip it sprang straight and quivered in the air.
It was very long and thin. Larger than their own stick that had
been used on them earlier. It was black and gleaming and it had
two short strands of leather protruding from the tapered end.
Ronald put the whip on the coffee table to his left. His hand
went back into the bag and he pulled out a coiled leather strap.
Supple and shiny it was about an inch wide and rather thick. "You
see Girls, your mother and I want to put a stop to this filthy
behaviour very quickly. You risk ruining your own reputations as
well as that of your mother and I. Pain and humiliation are the
best ways we can think of the get you back on track." Jane had
tears in her eyes already as she remembered the whipping her
mother had given her that very morning. "I'm going to explain to
you how we will restrain you down in the cellar room, and how I
will take this whip and this strap to your bodies. You will be
bound tightly and your mouth will be covered so that your screams
will not be heard. The whip will make marks and scars on your
bodies, which will have to be concealed. Therefore you will be
restricted in the activities you can enter into at school like
Gym and swimming after you have been whipped." Sarah now had big
tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, she was terrified of what
her father was suggesting, but the thought of going away until
she was eighteen was too terrible to contemplate. "Now, I assume
you are going to opt to be whipped on this occasion rather than
be sent away. If you ever do anything like this again you will be
faced with the same choice." The girls shuffled their feet
uncomfortably and sobbed quietly. "Both of you down to the cellar
now and strip down to your stockings and panties." The girl's
shuffled out of the room and into the hallway. Jane pulled open
the door under the stairs that lead down to the cellar. She
reached in and turned on the light before proceeding gingerly
down the stairs followed by her younger sister.

The Cellar had been converted into an additional sitting room or
guestroom. It was sparsely furnished but had two large heavy
wooden arm chairs in the centre of the floor. The floor was not
carpeted. A small rug was situated between the two chairs but the
rest of the area was covered with bare terracotta tiles. The
stairs were steep and had a banister on one side. Once inside the
girls removed their T-shirts, bras and mini skirts. They stood
there in dumbfounded silence wearing only their laddered hold-up
stockings and their tiny thongs. Soon they heard their father on
the top step closing the door behind him and treading carefully
down towards them. He placed the whip and strap on one of the
chairs. He was also holding a coil of nylon cord and a big roll
of black shiny duct tape. "Your mother tells me you only have one
week at school before you break up for your half term holiday. In
this case we will contact the school to let them know you will
not be attending until after the holiday. That way we get some
time to concentrate on your punishment regime and also some time
for the whip marks to wear off." With that Sarah started to plead
with her father. "Please daddy, please don't use the whip on us,
I promise not to do anything like it a gain, Mummy already
whipped us this morning and I never want it again, I promise I'll
be good." Both girls looked desperately at their father for some
sign of leniency. "I'm sorry girls, it's too late for that. You
can have a good and thorough session with me now and then you can
choose never to have to go through it again by behaving properly
in future." Both girls started to cry like babies, desperate
wails and streams of hot tears splashing onto their bare breasts.
Ronald picked up the duct tape and had each sobbing girl fold
their arms behind them flat against their backs as he secured
them with the duct tape wrapped tightly around their wrists and
elbows. When this was done he manhandled them into position
standing side by side in front of the two chairs. "Now the next
thing is that you will remember never to wear this kind of
underwear again, the very thought of a thong is going to bring
painful memories. He peeled down the tiny garments to expose his
daughters' short trimmed pubic hair. He coaxed them to step out
of the panties and discarded them on the floor. "Now, we'll see
how pleasant you find this." With that he took the nylon cord. He
made a loop and passed the cord around Jane's middle three times.
He pulled the cord very tight causing Jane to gasp and cry out.
The three wraps cut deep into her above her hip-bones. He then
looped two strands underneath her crotch from the front of the
waistband and up between her buttocks to the rear of the
waistband where he looped the cord through. He then carefully
guided the strands either side of the girl's clitoris, but
between her pussy lips so that clit was pinched tightly between
the two strands of cord. From the back he pulled the crotch ropes
tight, so tight he lifted Jane off the floor. She squealed as the
cords cut into her pussy and anus, pinching hard at the base of
her protruding clit. Aaah! Aaah! Too tight pppplease ow! Ow!, she
continued to howl as if she had been scalded. Ronald simply
peeled off a large piece of tape and pressed it over her mouth,
which muffled her frantic cries. He then pushed the convulsing
girl toward one of the armchairs. From behind he kicked her legs
either side of the wooden arms, and made her bend forward resting
her chest on the padded chair back. He pulled her stockings down
to her ankles, "Stay like that". He then took the duct tape and
began binding the girl's legs to the arms of the chair. This left
the now squealing girl bending sharply forwards with her legs
spread wide over the seat of the chair. He then went behind the
chair and pulled his daughter's shoulders toward him so that her
upper body now hung down over the back of the chair. This left
her spread buttocks high and exposed and revealing the tight
white cords that disappeared into the folds of her pussy. Sarah
was next. He taped her mouth first as she was already about to
scream as he approached her with the cord. She began to wriggle
as the cords were tightened but soon learned that this action
only served to make the vicious bindings bite deeper into her
most delicate parts. Soon they were both in position bound
astride the chairs. Moaning in deep voices, their rear ends
pointed upward above their spread thighs, which visibly shook due
to the intense pain between them, caused by the biting cords.
Ronald surveyed his handiwork. The girls were helpless and in
agony. Their heads and shoulders dangling down from the back of
the chair, their hips and legs stretched over the seat. With
their arms taped behind them they would find it impossible to
stand. All the thrashing about they would do while being whipped
would not disturb the target area. Between their legs each girl's
pussy had started to secrete strands of clear mucus in response
to the terrible pain inflicted by the tight cords. The tightly
bound clits had turned purple and stuck out from their protective
hoods. Ronald folded 2 cotton handkerchiefs into tight wads and
went round the back of the chairs. He placed one in the mouth of
each girl and replaced the duct tape. "Here bite on this so you
don't break any teeth" he said calmly to the distressed
teenagers. He walked behind them again this time with the long
whip in his hand. They both strained to see what he was about to
do. Jane was going to get it first, as she was the oldest. They
would each get it in doses of six cuts. He would alternate
between the two girls six strokes at a time until the buttocks
and thighs down to the backs of their knees were covered in hard
red raw welts. "This is how we treat filthy little whores" and
the first lash arched through the air from behind his shoulders
sending the shining black leather-clad whip zinging across Jane's
taut pale buttocks making the sound of a gunshot. Her body
recoiled, her head and shoulders flew up from behind the chair
but not high enough for her to stand up out of the bending
position. Her muffled squealing was enough to set Sarah into
floods of sobbing tears. Again the whip found its mark, harder
this time Ronald putting his full strength behind the lash, the
sound made Sarah jump. This time he drew blood. Steady measured
strokes followed. Jane 's face was purple, her convulsing and
thrashing behind the chair was causing the horrible crotch cords
to dig in tighter to her tortured pussy and anus. Six shining red
bleeding cuts were etched across her quivering rump. Her exposed
pussy now discharging freely and making a small stain on the
padded seat. Sarah's turn, the younger girl started bucking her
hips in terrible anticipation of the first lash and again this
only served to cause more searing agony from the tight chords.
She could be heard pleading through her gag, her terrified voice
begging to be spared. Ronald shook his head. "You are just a
guilty" and the whip took flight again. Both girls were
hyperventilating now, urgent gasps through their noses their
bodies heaved with each lungfull. Ronald paused to plan the next
six swats. The legs this time, just below the buttocks, three
cuts on each leg. He took aim and Jane got ready to squeal again.
When Sarah got hers on the legs she managed to blow through her
gag and the tape came loose, she spat out the handkerchief and
the room filled with deafening screams as she beseeched her
father to stop the whipping. Ronald calmly replaced the gag
wrapping tape right around Sarah's head to stop it coming off
again. "I know you don't like it but it has to be done." He said
calmly, "And for that little outburst you can have those six
again, and he aimed the whip to impact exactly the same lines as
the previous six strokes. Sarah had bucked so violently that the
cords had actually cut into her pussy lips and there were drops
of blood as well as the clear liquid flowing from between her
legs. The brutal whipping continued until both girls were covered
in bleeding whip marks all over their bottoms and thighs. They
were very tired having had at least thirty lashes each and both
were now bleeding from the nasty cords cutting into them.

Ronald let the two girls alone for a while and went upstairs for
a cup of tea. "I think I'm getting through to them now." He said
to Mary. "Their backsides are well whipped and they have no idea
what is in store next, would you like to come and watch the next
session?" Mary nodded and they both went to the cellar room and
closed the door behind them. The girls were still breathing
heavily, their rear ends blazing red and dripping blood onto the
chairs were still trembling. Mary sat on the bottom step to
observe the spectacle. Ronald went over to Sarah and started to
unfasten the duct tape around her legs, which bound her to the
chair. All the time she was trying to speak to her father,
promising to be good. "No Sarah, you are not going to convince me
that you are a changed girl. You need to be thoroughly whipped
before I will believe that." Once free from the chair Ronald
wrenched her to her feet and turned her around. Her hair stuck to
her wet tear stained face and her cheeks were bright red. He made
her sit with her thighs resting outward over the arms of the
chair. This position spread her cunt wide and caused the nasty
cords to cut in even more. He took the role of tape and again
fastened her thighs to the wooden arms so that they were spread
impossibly wide. He then removed the tape from her arms and
leaned her body backwards so that her shoulders lay against the
chair back. He then took her arms and re-taped them behind the
chair. He removed the bloodstained seat pad from the chair and
she lay suspended with legs splayed leaning backwards exposing
her pubic area and her small white breasts. Sarah figured that
the front of her tortured body was now going to be whipped and
her entreaties became more urgent. Ronald ignored her and set
about re-positioning Jane in the same way. Once they were both
secured he unfastened the biting crotch ropes. As the blood
rushed back into the newly released labia and clitoris the girls
moaned in pain. They struggled against their bonds and thrust
their hips up and down as the pain washed through them their
cunts flooded with sticky mucus dribbling out of them. Mary stood
up to look at the suffering. Both the girl's vaginas were wide
open and their bruised clits poked out hard and shiny and purple.
Ronald picked up the strap. "Girls, you have let those boys
fondle your breasts and allowed them to finger your vaginas, so
now you will learn not to allow that again. The girls started to
thrust their hips and chests with renewed vigour realising that
their tits and pussies were going to be whipped with the strap.
Mary walked over to Jane and started to undo her gag. "I'd like
to hear them tell us how sorry they are Ronald, I think it's time
for these insolent and dirty minded girls to let us know how much
they regret what they have done while they are getting their
whippings." Ronald nodded and started to undo Sarah's tape.
Immediately the girls screamed their apologies and begged not to
have the strap applied to their breasts and vaginas. Promises
were made, tears flowed but to no avail. Ronald held up his hand.
"Quiet!" He shouted. The girls babbling died down to murmurings
and sobbing. "You will be getting the strap this time, but if we
ever have occasion to come down here again I will use the
horsewhip on your fronts as well as backsides!" With that, Mary
took the roll of tape and again closed the girls' mouths muffling
their pleas once more. Sarah was first for the strap. Her almost
flat little chest had two pink nipples, which stood out hard from
the taut pale skin. The strap swished down and landed just below
her nipples with a loud slap. Sarah started to spasm as if an
electric current had been applied. Again, this time both nipples
were hit, the muffled squealing reached new heights. Ronald
modified his stance and grip and whipped each breast individually
harder and faster until the pink nipples turned black and the
surrounding flesh bore dark red wheals. Jane's breasts were a
little more pronounced. She breathed heavily as Ronald aimed the
strap. Her nipples were darker than her younger sister but also
stood out stiff and hard. Again Ronald set about each breast in
turn, harsh stinging swats with the supple leather causing the
poor girl to struggle wildly against her tight bindings.

The breast whipping had nearly caused the girls to feint. They
writhed deliriously in their bonds trying to twist their bodies
this way and that to purge the burning pain that the strap had
caused. But this was nothing to what was to come next. As the
immediate shock of having whipped breasts wore off they both
started to think about their sore and bleeding pussies. Already
ravaged by the tight nylon cords, their sensitive clits and
vaginal lips were now bare and openly presented between the arms
of the chairs to which the girls' thighs were tightly bound. The
strap would have unrestricted access to their open dripping slits
and would be able to curl underneath and punish their butt holes
as well. Roland marched up and down smoothing the strap through
his hand. The girls were in panic now, it was clear that Jane was
going to be first to feel the strap between her legs and her head
began to thrash wildly as she once more pleaded with her father
through the gag. Mary stepped up to her hysterical daughter, "You
know you have been such an insolent little slut recently, you
have spoken to me in that high and mighty tone and ignored
everything I have said to you. I am sure the neighbours will be
out by this time, so, I'm going to take off your gag and listen
to you squealing for mercy while your father takes the strap to
your abused little vagina. This is something you are going to
remember for a long time my girl. Ronald give the little madam
what she deserves, do it as hard as you can and don't spare her a
second thought "

Ronald moved in and stood behind the chair occupied by the
screaming girl. Mary ripped off the gag and Jane's blood chilling
pleas filled the room. Her voice started to break as her words
became incoherent and just blended into a hoarse gasping. Ronald
took a handful if his daughters hair in his left hand. He
wrenched her head to the left and held her still. He laid the
whip on her mons, lightly touching her rigid clit. He adjusted
his grip and estimated the swing to bring the strap from behind
his body, over his shoulder and down in between the girl's spread
thighs. All the time Sarah, the younger girl was watching in
horror and cringing from the awful noises that came from her
sister, knowing she would soon be suffering the same fate even
before the first lash had been delivered. The strap sliced
through the air and cracked down on it's red, gaping target.
Ronald gripped his daughter's hair very tightly as she howled at
the top of her lungs and shook wildly, but helplessly in her
bindings. Again the strap flew, he had measured the swing
perfectly to get a repeated direct hit on the wet flesh. Even
higher pitched wails, Again, and again and again, the lashes came
strong and fast relentlessly whipping the tortured girl on her
open and unprotected clitoris. As Ronald really got into the
swing of things Mary moved closer to examine the effects of the
beating. Jane's delicate parts had already blackened and swollen
up considerably. The horribly inflamed labia dangled in open
space with her dark cherry sized clit poking out above them. The
blood started to spatter with each new lash, but there was no let
up. Strong hard lashes came thick and fast ensuring that Jane's
pussy got punished very thoroughly. The girl was about to pass
out when Ronald's arm finally hung by his side letting the
strap's end trail on the floor. Jane was lost in pain and
distress and continued to squeal and gasp.

Ronald took a tissue from his pocket and wiped the blood and
pussy juice from the end of the strap. He walked about massaging
his whip arm. Mary started to undo Sarah's gag, "Now my little
one, I'm going to enjoy hearing you get it too, at least you know
exactly what is coming to you now that you have seen your sister
getting her punishment." Sara started screaming her own barrage
of entreaties and begged and begged to be let off as she was the
youngest and had been lead astray. Mary agreed that she was very
young, but that it was best to correct her thoroughly at this
point in her life than let the rot set in. It was going to be
very necessary for her to have her vagina punished just like
Jane. This pushed Sarah over the edge and she started to scream
obscenities at her parents, foul words flew from her lips until
her head was pinned down and the strap found it's target, the
abusive language was duly replaced with a scream that could wake
the dead. Ronald really laid into the job, Sarah's tender cunt
was soon swelling and darkening with the terrible bruising swats.
The strap was wet with blood and mucus within the first few very
hard strokes. The girl wailed, squealed and howled her voice weak
and pathetic against the deafening sound of the strap smacking on
to her tender pussy. Ronald's aim was perfect and every swat
landed precisely in the same place, harder and harder he whipped
his daughter, his arm swinging in a frenzied attack. Sarah's
howls began to subside, her eyes began to roll. Ronald raised the
strap for the last time fearing she would pass out, and sent it
down on his daughter's open bare cunt. Then he dropped the strap
and went to sit next to Mary on the step. "Language like that
deserves the horsewhip, so think yourself lucky young lady!" He
sat breathlessly observing the distress of the two bound girls.
Mary got up and went up the stairs. She returned a few minutes
later with a bucket of water, a sponge a towel, some anti-septic
ointment and some lint dressing. She also had the girl's Nighties
and a pair of white cotton panties for each of them. The girls
were babbling incoherently and their hips gyrated wildly between
the arms of the chair. Mary took a wad of lint and soaked it in
the anti-septic. She bathed both girls between the legs, and then
threw the blood soaked lint into a paper bag. Within seconds the
girls were squealing and writhing once more as the anti-septic
burned their open blistered pussies. "You can sponge down here,
dry off with the towel then put these on and go straight to bed,
it's getting late. We can continue in the morning." With that
Mary and Ronald unfastened the naked girls from the chairs and
left them to fight over the sponge in order to soothe the burning
between their horsewhipped legs. Tomorrow would be another day.

At seven the next morning Mary entered Jane's room and pulled the
bedclothes back from the sleeping girl. She lay on her front with
her bare bottom exposed, obviously the white panties had caused
too much pain and had been taken off. Consequently her whipped
pussy had oozed fluid during the night and there was a large
stain on the bottom sheet. The whole of her backside and thighs
were dark and bruised with sore wet welts, which had also run a
little and made marks on the bedclothes. "Get up you lazy slut
and go to the bathroom to get washed and take a shower. Then put
some panties on and report to your father in the cellar room."
The dazed girl groaned as she eased her aching bones off the
mattress. She sat gingerly on the edge of her bed and removed her
nightie. She sat with her thighs parted and between them the
black leathery pussy lips and swollen bruised clit were very
prominent. Mary found Sarah in a similar condition and delivered
the same instructions.

Ronald paced the cellar floor with the riding whip in his hand
swishing it through the air. Soon the girls appeared hair still
wet from the shower dressed only in cotton panties. As soon as
they descended to the cellar they saw the whip in their fathers
hand. They both fell to their knees and cried bitterly, begging
him not to use the whip on them again. Mary entered the cellar
and listened to the pleading girls for a while. "Silence!" She
shouted. And the girls stopped pleading and suppressed their
sobs. They both were kneeling wit their legs spread. Their cotton
panties were quite tight and there was a large irregular bulge at
the crotch where their sensitive whipped pussies were being
tightly contained.

Ronald addressed the girls. "You now know what is in store for
you if you EVER step out of line again. If we ever find you
drinking and smoking you will get your legs and backsides
horsewhipped. If I EVER find pairs of thong panties or G- strings
in your underwear collection, you will have the tight cords put
back on. And If I EVER hear of you masturbating, or engaging in
sex sessions with boys again you will have your breasts and
vaginas severely whipped. And for a second offence I will not be
using the strap, the horsewhip will be used to whip your breasts
and vaginas next time!" The girl's relief at not having to endure
a further beating was obvious. "Now go and get dressed, we will
be going to church as a family and let this mark the start of a
new chapter in our lives. I don't ever want to go through last
evening's terrible events again, but that is entirely up to your
behaviour from now on. The whip and the duct tape will always be
in the closet upstairs ready to be used at a moment's notice. Now
go!" The girls did not need a second invitation they quickly
exited from the cellar and rushed upstairs to get dressed and
find some looser fitting panties.

Mary followed them upstairs, "Both of you in the bathroom first
please." The girls followed her in. "You will have to be careful
when you go to the toilet. You must clean yourselves very well to
stop any infection getting into your wounds. I want to have a
close look to see how things are down there so take off your
panties, stand with your legs spread, bend over and touch the
floor." The girls looked uncomfortable with this but they did as
they were told. Soon Mary had a clear view of the blistered black
labia and noticed that the strap had similarly punished the
girl's butt holes, which were purple and puckered. She used her
fingers to part the pussy lips and found that the bruising
continued inside the vagina, she had to pull the lips very wide
apart before she could see far enough into the vagina to where
there was pink unharmed tissue. This action caused the girls more
than a little discomfort. Next she inspected the girl's urinary
tracts. She had to press on the grossly swollen clitoris to push
it out of the way before the pee hole opening could be seen,
again causing each girl in turn to moan in painful protest. For
both the girls it looked very sore and Mary was sure that there
would be great discomfort in passing water. Mary went to the
bathroom cupboard and took out a tube of salve. "Rub this well
into your bottom hole and your vagina, and re do it every time
you go to the toilet." The girls stood up and Jane took the tube
of salve. Mary left them in the bathroom gently rubbing the
soothing ointment into their stinging pussies.

The whipping had done wonders. The girls were very docile for the
next couple of weeks. Their marks and bruises started to fade and
their private parts eventually returned to their normal size and
fresh pink hue. The girls never came home in their gym clothes
now. It had taken them a long time to get back into sport. They
had taken to wearing close fitting lycra shorts which covered
their thighs so that the vestiges of the horsewhipping would not
be seen. Mary however was very vigilant when doing the washing.
No scanty panties were allowed and each pair of panties that went
into the washing machine was inspected for wetness. Mary and
Ronald's relationship started to improve and the family began to
function again. The girl's were doing well in school and were now
allowed out with friends and even allowed to go on sleep-overs.
All seemed well until the sky fell in one Saturday evening.

Jane and Sarah were staying with friends a few miles away in the
countryside. Ronald and Mary knew the family they were staying
with very well and had no doubts about the safety of their
daughters or that they would be looked after. Their friend was a
girl from school who was a prefect and a model of virtue. Ronald
and Mary were very happy with this positive influence in their
daughter's lives. It was about eleven o'clock in the evening when
the loud knock came on the front door. Ronald got up from the
living room sofa and went towards the hall muttering. "Who can
that be a this time of night?" Mary had gone to the window and
peeked through the curtains. "Goodness… It's a police car." She
exclaimed.

Ronald opened the heavy front door to be confronted with two
large policemen, a sergeant and a constable, and in front of each
of them, heads hanging low was one of his daughters. "Mind if we
come in for a while sir?" asked the sergeant. The police
manhandled the girls through the door. Mary gasped when she saw
the girls, their faces heavily made-up and mascara running down
their cheeks. "Oh good god! Get them into the living room." She
cried. Once they were all inside they went into the living room.
The girls stood side by side in front of the fireplace, the
police were ushered to the long sofa, and Ronald and Mary sat in
separate armchairs. "What's been going on?" Cried Mary. The big
sergeant cleared his throat. "We understand these girls are Jane
and Sarah Marsh, and that you are their parents is that correct?"
Ronald nodded. The sergeant went on to explain that their unit
had been called to disperse and illegal "rave" party on a farm
close to where the girls had been staying. The girls had been
rounded up with a group of much older young men, some of who
would be facing charges of drug possession, drunken behaviour and
more seriously, sexual intercourse with underage girls. "And I'm
afraid to tell you that there is significant evidence to suggest
that both your daughters were engaged in these activities."
Ronald started to breathe heavily, he looked at the two sullen
girls. Tears were now dripping onto the carpet. They stood in
clothes that made them look like a couple of tarts. Flimsy Lurex
dresses, which failed to hide the fact that both girls wore, hold
up stockings, the lace band at the top of them was plainly
visible. Ronald shook his head in despair. "What happens now." He
sighed. The police officer went on to explain that upon their
arrest the girls had insisted they not be taken home, but to
their friend's house. This was not possible said the sergeant,
and apparently both girls had launched into a verbal assault on
the policemen calling them every filthy name under the sun. Also
the policeman mentioned that on the way home the girls had begged
them to let them go because they claimed their father would
horsewhip them. Ronald looked a little uneasy. The sergeant
smiled. "You see sir, it's very difficult to prosecute young
offenders nowadays. In this case your girls would probably come
out as the victims in this case and get away Scot-free. There
would of course be terrible damage to your reputation and that of
your family due to the long court proceedings and the avid
publicity this kind of case causes. In light of this our only
concern is to see to it that you understand the gravity of the
situation and, given that you undertake to keep these two feisty
little fillies under strict control, we would not press charges."
Ronald stood up, "Well, in that case officers, please allow my
wife to make you a cup of tea, and provided you have a couple of
hours to spare we will make you comfortable in our cellar room.
You are most welcome to witness the kind strict control that we
intend to maintain on a regular basis in future, whether they get
into trouble or not!" The sergeant said that unfortunately he and
the constable would not be able to stay, but perhaps they could
drop in to see how things had gone when they came off shift next
morning. They excused themselves and Mary saw both of them to the
door. They said their goodbyes and the door closed behind them.

With that Roland left the living room and came back minutes later
with the long black riding whip and the roll of duct tape.
"Sarah, Jane, lift up your dresses, do I need to get the nylon
cord out?" The girls sobbed loudly now as they lifted their
flimsy dressed above their hips. They revealed that against all
warnings they had worn tiny lace thongs under their party
outfits. Both were obviously stained and proved beyond doubt that
both girls had been sexually aroused recently. The sight of the
terrible whip had made them start to gasp and hyperventilate.
They shook visibly in sheer terror of the whipping they knew they
were going to get. They held on to each other to steady
themselves, their legs started to tremble and almost in unison
they lost control of their bladders and peed on the floor through
the tiny lace panties. "Right! Enough nonsense, you are both
going to be bound and whipped, back and front. Down to the cellar
now!" The girls shuffled off and cried their hearts out as they
opened the door to the cellar and climbed down the stairs. "Mary,
please make some tea and sandwiches, we are all in for a long
night."