From: arcane@nwiowa.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Sisters (F|Ff cane) Date: 13 Apr 1995 03:43:55 GMT Sisters The intercom was buzzing. I hurried over from staring out of the window and punched the button. "Yes, Linda?" Linda's voice came in quite loudly over the speaker. "Mrs. Lindsey Patrice to see you, Miss Harrad." Ah, Miss Patrice. "Please escort her in, Linda." I smiled thinly as I thought of what was to come. Neither Linda or Miss Patrice had any knowledge of my reasons for calling Lindsey from class. That was good. The door opened and both Linda and Lindsey came in. I still marveled, even after all of this time, at the marked resemblance of the two sisters. Though Lindsey was ten years older than her sister, to the unknowing eye, they could have been twins. I was thankful that Linda had taken a position as my secretary two years ago. The woman had remarkable abilities when it came to filing and typing. I couldn't afford to lose her because I'd never figure out her bloody filing system. "Please sit, Miss Patrice. Linda, would you close the door and remain a bit. Thank you." So unsuspecting. Very good. "Miss Patrice, I've received a report from Mrs. Krest about your last submission to her composition class." That brought a reaction. From both of them? Bloody hell! "It seems that you're unaware that a common practise, which I favour, among the teachers is to take a photocopy of a few random pages of every submission. If, at some future time, there is ever any suspicion of plagiarism, the teacher can always check her personal files and compare the suspected submission to the previous ones. It seems that a discrepancy has come up about your last submission." Guilty as charged. Don't bother to deny it. Your face says it all. "Ma'am?" "Oh, come now, Miss Patrice. I'm sure you know full well what I'm stating." Bloody right, you do. I'll have your bare arse sticking up in the air before you leave this room. "Yes, ma'am." Such a whisper. Must've learned something in that theatre class. Perfect intonation. Quite proper. "Well, what's your explanation?" "Ma'am, I didn't have the time to write out a proper paper, what with the trip to Leeds and all." Ah, yes. That damn field trip. It's been the cause of three canings and seven paddlings. There'll never be another field trip if I have anything to say about it. "Just because your class had a field trip is no excuse for plagiarism. You could've turned in shoddy work, or no work at all, and the consequences would not have been as bad as what you're about to receive." "Yes ma'am." 'Yes, ma'am?' That's all you've got to say? Well you'll plenty when I take the cane to your bare arse. "Curious thing, though. It seems that this particular paper was turned in about ten years ago by another sixteen year old girl with whom I think you're acquainted." Linda? Damnation! I suspected as much. Gave her sister the paper, she did. "Mrs. Harrad? It's my fault, ma'am." This from Linda. Bloody right it's your fault. "I told Lindsey that she could turn in my old paper. It's not her fault, ma'am." Oooh, I was boiling. Fool girl had to go and allow her sister to copy her paper. If the governors found it out, they'd demand that I terminate her position. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Poor girl had a husband that was laid up from an accident at work and two little ones to feed. "You didn't force her to copy the paper, Linda. She could have said no." Astonishing that Linda still protested. The lengths she would go to protect her younger sister. Had to admire that. "But, ma'am, I frightened her so by telling her what she was in for if she didn't turn in her studies. I pressured her into doing it, ma'am. I suppose you'd like my resignation. I'll have it for you this afternoon." I bolted out of my chair. "You'll do no such thing! How I discipline my students and my staff is my affair. I'll have no one offer me any suggestions." "I'm sorry, ma'am." Well, perhaps, but not as sorry as you will be. "There's no place for a plagiarist in this school and I would be well within my rights to expel young Miss Patrice." Ah, the looks of horror on their oh so analogous faces. "But if I did that, I would have to document the incident for the board and your name would be dragged into this business. No, I need you to remain in your present position. But I also need you to learn a valuable lesson from this affair." Apprehension crossed their faces. They knew what I meant. "I've consulted the punishment book and have found an apt precedent for this situation. Some years ago, before I was appointed headmistress for this school, a young lady received eight strokes of the senior cane. Now this is not an unheard of amount, but what was astonishing is that all eight strokes were applied panties down." They both jumped a bit at that. Good. "I'm sure the young woman was most regretful of her crime and I'm also sure that she never did it again. Since such a valuable lesson was taught to her by having to go through that episode, I've decided that it would be an apt punishment for the both of you." I wondered what they were thinking. I let them stew about it for a bit while I excused myself to get a spot of tea. When I came back, both were sobbing at the thought of what was to come. I smiled to myself as I thought of Linda's tight dress. I doubt that she'd appreciate such a garment after having her bare bum subjected to the cane. "What will happen in here will remain between us. Lindsey will still have her name inscribed in the book as well as the details of her punishment, but I never want to hear you telling anyone of your own punishment, Linda. If people wonder as to why your own backside is sore, you'll have to tell them that Bill took the cane to you for some misdeed." "I understand ma'am." At least I think that's what she said. Couldn't really tell from all of the sobbing. "Furthermore, since it's only two hours till last bell, both of you will remain in this office while you calm down. I'll handle things at your desk. I'll tell whomever calls that I sent you on an errand into town." "Yes, ma'am." "You don't need to worry about Bill. I've already spoken to him and he will back the story. He also informs me that once he's better, he'll personally give you a few whacks with his own cane so you won't have to fib about it any longer." Hmm. From the look on her face, I'd say that Bill swung a pretty mean cane. "Well, then. Who's first?" "Me, ma'am." Linda said that a bit too fast. Probably thought I'd be tired after her and not do as hard a job on her younger sister. Well, they'd see. It was quite strange for me. I couldn't pin up Linda's damnable tight dress. I told her to remove it. Plucky girl wore no brassiere. Quite a firm set of breasts. I could see the shame in her face as her breasts bobbed and bounced on her way toward the desk. Wish I'd had breasts like that after having two children. Bet they caused Bill to tent up his pants every time he got a good look at them. Yes, quite strange having to lower my own secretary's panties to mid-thigh. Damn, but the woman had everything. Her bum was as tight and firm as any girl's in this school. Wonder if Bill had stuck his manhood up that, too. Bloody hell! I hope Lindsey didn't see me blush from that thought. I loved watching a girl flinch as I tapped the cane against the bum. They always squirmed in anticipation of the first strike. I never gave them any warning. Occasionally I would fake a strike or two to gauge their reactions. I didn't with Linda. She knew the tricks and was just waited for the first stinger. Whoosh. Crack! Admired her courage, I did. She didn't even move. I waited a bit to watch as the first weal turned from a white line of pain to a richly deep red colour. Woosh. Crack! That one drew a response. She let out a yelp, but her hands remained on the desk. Woosh. Crack! She jumped up at that one. They always did. I had a particular method when it came to caning a bum. One strike to the top of the buttocks, one to the center, and one to the portion where the thigh meets the buttocks. All others would fall in between. Even if the girl stayed in place for the first two, she always jumped for the third strike. I just waited. She assumed the position after only a short few hops. Her breasts bounced like a bowl of gelatin. It almost made me jealous that she had such firm breasts. Woosh. Crack!!! I suppose my jealousy got the better of me. I laid on a real stinger to the same spot as my last strike. I watched with hidden glee as she danced about, breasts bobbing and all. I had to wait for her to assume the position. Usually I had her hold unwilling girls in place. Since she was the one receiving the cane, I couldn't very well have her hold herself down. And I couldn't call anyone else either. Not if I wanted to keep her caning a secret. Woosh. Crack!!! Another good stinger right between the first and second weals. This time she just stayed in place, but her hands did shoot back and she let out a terrific howl. I was glad that both her door and mine quite muffled the sounds. Of course she sounded so much like her sister that others would naturally assume that Lindsey was doing the screaming. Woosh. Crack!!! A good solid stroke between the second and third weals. Poor Linda's bum looked like the Colonial's flag. Well, I'd soon give her a different look. Woosh. CAAARAAACK!!!!! An excellent angled strike that crossed each other weal. I had the enormous satisfaction of seeing Linda rocket into the air and grab her bum. Her mouth issued a tremendous shriek. I looked at Lindsey and saw that the poor girl was a wreck from having seen her older sister take such a vicious beating. Well, her bum would be the next target. When I turned back, Linda had assumed the position for the last strike. I changed hands. I was ambidextrous, so I could deliver good stingers with either hand. Woosh. CAAARAAACK!!!!! Angled strike again that left her bum in quite a bit of pain. Again she howled and jumped up and down (bloody firm breasts bobbing in time). "You know the routine," I told her. She did. She just walked to the wall, stark naked, and stood facing it with her hands on her head. She was bawling up a storm. Poor Lindsey looked as if she would bolt at any moment. I just sat down at my desk and sipped my tea, watching as my secretary's arse puffed up and turned from a lovely crimson to all various shades of colours. I dare say that she'd have a deuce of a time sitting down to type memos over the next week or so. I let her stand there for about a quarter of an hour. I just watched as Lindsey stared in horror at her sister's bum. Couldn't really blame the lass for her scrutiny. Linda had a sexy arse (a bit less sexy now) that would have elicited no small amount of ribald comments from a male in my position. It made me feel a little better seeing such a firm tush looking like that. When I was her age, my bottom and breasts had sagged to the point of no return. Children were blessings, but they were hell on a mother's body. "Well, Lindsey, I think it's time for you to take your sister's place." I told Linda to leave her clothing off and restrain her sister. I said that they could both stand against the wall after I was through with Lindsey. Since young Miss Patrice wore the regulation dress, I had no trouble pinning her skirt up. When I lowered her panties, I saw that even at only sixteen, she already had just as good a figure as her older sister. I made Linda hold her own sister down. That was a hell of a punishment. Holding one's own sister down to receive a caning that one had just been through. Woosh. Crack! Lindsey didn't take it as well as her sister had. She yelped and bawled from the first strike. Woosh. Crack! I could see her struggle against her sister's grasp. I could also see the pain in Linda's face as she was forced to hold her beloved sister in place for this punishment. Linda was still crying from her ordeal, but now she sobbed even more because it was her sister who was being caned. Woosh. Crack! This time Lindsey succeeded in pulling from her sister's grasp. She jumped up and down and held her bum. She begged for mercy, but I just waited. Linda bawled as she was required to force her sister back into position. Woosh. Crack!!! I gave Lindsey the same caning that Linda had received. That strike was right on the same spot as the last stroke. Lindsey howled mightily, but Linda prevented her from moving. Woosh. Crack!!! Lindsey again let out a terrible screech. If someone out in the hall had been listening all along, they probably thought that some poor girl was getting sixteen strokes of the cane from me. Woosh. Crack!!! Lindsey's bum was beginning to resemble her sister's. Of course, I still had the two criss-cross strokes to go. Woosh. CAAARAAACK!!!!! I don't think Lindsey could have yelled any louder than she did at that moment. It was enormously satisfying to see both sisters bawling away. Left hand. Woosh. CAAARAAACK!!!!! Linda let go of her sister as soon as the last stroke had landed. Lindsey howled and bounced up and down. I let it go on for a bit, then told her to strip out of the rest of her clothing. If Linda had to stand at the wall butt naked, then Lindsey could join her naked sister in shame. I went outside and unlocked Linda's door and put out a sign saying that I was not to be disturbed. I then put a forward on her phone so that any calls would come to me. When I went back in, both sisters were facing the wall with hands on head. I marveled again at their similarity. Now they again looked like twins. Especially due to the fact that both their bums were decorated in the same fashion. Both bums looked like a pair of Union Jacks side by side. What a sight. I sat back in my chair and drank in the sight as I finished my tea. I hoped that this taught both of them a good lesson. If not, then I'd just have to repeat it as often as necessary.