WHIPPING LITTLE KIDDY-CUNTS

BY SICK GIRL

Alternative version of "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 pre-teen daughters. Jane (11) and Sarah
(9) 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 they 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 both 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 training bras and
navy blue Lycra games knickers. They stood shivering a little.
Both had very good figures, slim and athletic with beautiful legs
and very 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 were completely hairless, and their vaginas
otlined perfectly under the harsh light. She looked at the naked
girls and for the first time recognised their imminent sexual
allure. The absence of pubic hair only highlighted the fact that
they both had smooth pink labia tucked between their legs. Their
bare chests drew attention to their stiff pink nipples. In the
chill of the evening they stood right out hard and rigid. Yet
these little girls were far from 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 training 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 her 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 9:30. 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 little 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 9-year- old 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 child 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 little 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 Wthat 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 girls 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 11-year-old 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 little girl's face and she
pulled the quilt back over her head. Mary snatched back the
quilt. She took the little 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?" Little 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 hairless 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 pre-teen 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 was 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!" Poor little 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 the child'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 little 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 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 child 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 children 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 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 girls had not factored in the influence of
alcohol. Rather than be tidying up at nine 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 around 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 children, 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 little 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 an
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
little 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." 9- year-old
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 children 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 onone of the
chairs. He was also holding a coil of nylon cord and a big roll
of black shiny duck 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 budding chests. Ronald picked
up the duck tape and had each sobbing girl fold their arms behind
them flat against their backs as he secured them with the duck
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' hairless pink
labias. 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 11-year-old Jane's middle three times. He pulled the
cord very tight causing little girl 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 little 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 child 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 duck tape and began binding
the girl's legs to the arms of the chair. This left the now
squealing pre-teen 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 obscenely swallen
pussy.

Sarah was next. He taped her sweet little 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 little 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 little 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
duck tape. "Here bite on this so you don't break any teeth" he
said calmly to the distressed pre-teens. 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 child- 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 tiny 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
painfully tortured pussy and anus. Six shining red bleeding cuts
were etched across her quivering rump. Little girl's exposed and
open pussy now discharging freely, 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. 9-year-old Sarah had bucked so
violently that the cords had actually cut into her little 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 poor children 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 duck 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 the child's cunt wide and caused the
nasty cords to cut her 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 small 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 flat chest with two red and erect
nipples. 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 little hips up and down. As the pain
washed through them their kiddy-cunts flooded with sticky mucus
obscenely dribbling out of them. Mary stood up to look at her
children's suffering. Both the girl's vaginas were gaping 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 immature breasts and allowed them to finger your
hairless vaginas, so now you will learn not to allow that again.
The little girls started to thrust their hips and chests with
renewed vigour realising that their nipples 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. Little
Sarah was first for the strap. Her 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 child's nipples were hit hard, the
muffled squealing reached new heights. Ronald modified his stance
and grip and whipped each pre- teen's nipple individually harder
and faster until the pink nipples turned black and the
surrounding flesh bore dark red wheals. Jane's budding 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 child 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 chests and nipples 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
rectums as well. Roland marched up and down smoothing the strap
through his hand. The little 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 poor
screaming child. 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 child's 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
little hailess pussy got punished very thoroughly. The little
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 only
9 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 pink
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 little 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 small 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 pre-teen daughter's wide
open 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 icy
cold 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 children 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 enormous amount of 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 little 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 nipples 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 duck 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 children 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 little hairless 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 vaginal secretions.
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 little daughters. "Mind
if we come in for a while sir?" asked the sergeant. The police
manhandled the child 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 check on a 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 children. "And I'm afraid to
tell you that there is significant evidence to suggest that both
your pre-teen daughters were engaged in these illegal activities.
In fact, we thought they were child prostitutes supplied
specificlly for the party." 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 little 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 children 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 duck 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 little girls had been sexually aroused very 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 with ropes 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."