Sisters

Sisters

Amy: I saw her do it, my big sister. There, I’ve admitted it now haven’t I? The man standing looking over my shoulder has given a sly chuckle. He is making me write this, and checking that I don’t leave anything out. It is my final humiliation, on a day that has brought so many. As I write, I am sitting at a desk, completely naked, apart from a pair of tights around my ankles, and the flat shoes my persecutor finds so arousing. My bare bottom is so sore I can barely stand the pressure of it against the chair.

Natalie: It was my fault. I am a shoplifter, and it wasn’t the first time that I’d done it either. Not for the value of the object (it was only a pair of stockings), nor because I particularly wanted them, but for the thrill. And because I did it, I have been profoundly punished, and so has my darling little sister.

I am twenty-nine years old, and as the man behind me says, old enough to know better. I am a lady of leisure – my husband is a high-flyer, and we don’t have any children yet. My sister Amy is twenty-two, and works in a hotel as a waitress. She’s much more serious and hard working than I ever was.

I’ve been told to describe how Amy looks. She’s tiny – 5’3”, long blonde straight hair, pretty, but perhaps not conventionally so. When we met in the store for a coffee, she was still wearing her hotel wear – a black blouse and tight black jacket, and a short, tight black skirt. It’s really far too short, and I tell her all the men at the hotel must be lusting after her, as it really shows off her bum. She tells me not to be so silly, but after today she’ll realize what men are like. She was also wearing pale flesh coloured tights, and some flat shoes.

Amy: My sister Natalie is a good person really; it’s just that everything has always come so easily for her. She’s attractive and vivacious, and so flirtatious, even now she’s married. Until today there hasn’t been a man that she not been able to wrap around her little finger.

Nat was wearing a strappy, flowery summer dress, longer than my skirt, down to just above her knees, but short enough for me to think her a hypocrite for lecturing me about mine. But then Natalie loves attracting men. Finishing the outfit was a pair of stylish high-heeled sandals. No stockings though, that was to come later.

Natalie: We’d had a lovely chat after coffee, and were browsing in the hosiery section when a sudden urge to steal came over me. With no-one looking, I grabbed a box of stockings and slipped it into my bag, getting the same illicit thrill I always do. Only I forgot about the security sensors at the door, which sounded the alarm as we left the shop. Panicking, I shouted ‘RUN!’ at Amy, then set off down the street as quickly as I could. Looking back I saw that Amy had frozen, and had been grabbed by a security guard. In that second I knew that I couldn’t leave her there to suffer the consequences, and trudged back to the shop.

Amy: We were lead non-too gently through the store by a security guard. It was so embarrassing at the time, though nothing compared with what we were to endure. We were escorted into a room and pushed onto a small sofa. I immediately clamped my legs tight together, to prevent him from getting a look up my skirt. How naive! Natalie though, true to form, turned on her full intensity flirtiness.

‘Officer, there’s been some terrible mistake here,’ she said, honest to goodness, almost fluttering her eyelashes at him, ‘and my sister knows nothing about it.’        

Up until that moment, I had half-believed it was a mistake, despite seeing her do it with my own eyes. Why hadn’t I stopped her? Now I knew we were in trouble.

The guard smiled. ‘Let’s have a look at the security tape shall we?’ It was awful watching it, because it was so obvious that Nat had pilfered the stockings, and because it made it look like I had been perfectly aware of what was going on. I started to tremble, desperately working through the consequences of my irresponsible sisters actions. For her, it would mean disgrace for her husband as well as herself. For me it would mean losing my job at the hotel. It’s not the greatest job in the world, but I’m good at it, and I’m saving to finally go to university.

‘We take shoplifting very seriously here’ the man said, ‘but there is an alternative to calling the police.’

My heart leapt for a moment, as must Nat’s, because she eagerly asked ‘What?’ The man moved towards the back wall of the room, where there was a curtain, which he drew with a flourish. At that moment an icy chill spread down my spine. On the wall were a dozen pictures. Half showed the tear-stained face of a woman, the other a picture of her from behind, each bottom red and welted, a sign hanging from their neck stating ‘Shoplifter.’

‘No!’ I gasped. Nat let out a high-pitched groan. ‘You can’t do that to us.’ I said, rising to my feet.

‘Sit down!’ the man shouted, and it acted like a slap across my face. I obeyed instantly. ‘I can easily call the police, but these women all took an alternative route, one which our friends in blue are well aware of – unofficially. Before you decide, come and read what happened to them.’

Below each picture were a number of framed sheets of A4 paper with writing on them. The security guard beckoned us towards him, and, as if dragging ourselves through sand, we numbly approached the pictures.

Close-up the pictures were even more chilling, and I realized with a jolt that I knew some of these women, at least by sight. Those poor women! But worse was reading their accounts of what had occurred. I am now writing my own report, a final humiliation, knowing that my account and pictures will soon be on that same wall. They had suffered terribly, as I too have now suffered. I felt like collapsing.

Natalie: I knew one of these women. Her husband worked with mine – we had even had them round for dinner. This made reading her account of being spanked, molested and violated even worse. But I knew that I was going to accept the same fate, for the sake of my husband.

Amy: ‘My sister knew nothing of what I was doing,’ Nat now said, a tremor in her voice. ‘I know it looks bad on the tape, but I promise she didn’t. Please let her go and I’ll let you do all of those things to me.’

My heart leapt for a second and I almost forgave her for getting me into this mess, but my hopes were immediately dashed when he replied ‘As far as I’m concerned, you’re both guilty and deserve to be punished. It’s both of you or the Police.’

I couldn’t lose my job. I would have nowhere to go with my life. But how could I let this man do the things I had just read about to me? Nat looked at me beseechingly, and I cursed myself for being so lenient on her. She wanted me to save her own skin now, not mine. Bitterly I said ‘Fine.’

Natalie: I could hear the bitterness in Amy’s voice. I knew she thought me selfish, but I promise that the look I gave her was one of pity, not of pleading. I felt sick to the pit of my stomach.

The security guard now circled us. I felt his dirty eyes on me, and then watched him leering at Amy. I felt my skirt being lifted, exposing my bum to him, then felt it drop and watched as Amy’s was also lifted. She blushed with embarrassment.

‘We’ll need to make a couple of wardrobe adjustments before we get down to your punishment. All I need you to do’ he said, pointing at Amy ‘is to remove your knickers and put your tights back on. And I think it will only be fitting for you to put the stockings you stole on’ he said, prodding me in the chest. It had been clear from the pictures and reports he had shown us that he had a tights and stockings fetish. I hated the idea of dressing to please him, but what choice did I have?

Amy: We didn’t speak as we readied ourselves for him. I wanted so much to tell her what a stupid and selfish cow she was, but Natalie was never going to change. Unless, I thought, this changes her. But why did I have to be dragged into it? Pulling down my tights and panties was awful, though I managed to do it without lifting my skirt. Why I was bothering though, knowing what was to come, was a mystery of sorts. I watched Nat pull her stockings on and fasten them to a suspender belt the man had passed her. She looked amazing of course. Why did she get to be the glamorous one whilst I was stuck in my work outfit?

Natalie: I was told to sit back down on the couch by the security guard. I could barely look as he approached Amy and pulled her jacket off. She whimpered as he began to grope her breasts. At this point I covered my covered my ears and closed my eyes tight shut. I couldn’t believe this was happening to us.

Amy: It was awful. I couldn’t help myself as he fondled my breasts through my blouse and bra. He was rough, squeezing them painfully hard. I yelped with pain and tried to wriggle free, but he held me tight. I gasped as he suddenly pulled my blouse apart, buttons flying everywhere, exposing my chest. Stupidly, for a second I wondered how I was going to explain the damage to my boss.

Nat: One of the buttons hit me in the head, and I looked up involuntarily to see Amy, red in the face, grimacing as her breasts were mauled. I wanted to look away again, but the scene had a dreadful pull on me, and I couldn’t.

After a while the guard knelt in front of Amy and began fondling her legs. ‘I love tights,’ he murmured, ‘I love the feel of them and they way they look on a naughty girls bottom. You knew she was stealing those stockings didn’t you?’

‘I didn’t!’ Amy squealed as his hands worked their way under her skirt. ‘Please stop, I don’t like this.’ She tried to push his hands away, but he just laughed.

‘Get your hands away and put them on the back of your head’ he ordered ‘that should keep them out of the way.’ Finally I was able to drag my eyes away.

Amy: I had to do what he told me to do, but every fibre of my body was urging me to pull away from him. Standing with my arms behind my head just pushed my breasts forwards. I’ve got pretty large breasts given how short I am, and they were sore from the groping. That wasn’t my main concern though. His hands had reached up to my gusset and he was touching me in my most private area. I wanted to cry and felt tears come to my eyes. What made it even worse was that he was so obviously enjoying himself. Whilst he was groping me he was making all sorts of lewd comments about me, about how turned on I was making him. After what seemed an age, he stood up, pulling my skirt up above my waist, and circled behind me. I whimpered again in anticipation as he pushed his crotch against my back, revealing an erection that he told me was the best he’d ever had. Then he pulled my bra cups down, exposing my nipples which he began to rub and squeeze.

Nat: Covering my ears hadn’t been a great help –I was still able to hear Amy’s yelps of pain. But I was unaware that the security man had approached me until I found myself dragged forcibly to my feet by him. Amy was now standing against a wall, facing me, her hands on her head, her breasts exposed above her bra cups, and her skirt pulled up. She was red-faced and disheveled, breathing heavily. I could tell she was trying desperately not to cry.

He began to do to me what he’d done to her. Knowing that Amy had survived this was no help really. She’s always been tougher than I am. Being molested was just so humiliating. I’ve only ever been with one man – my husband was my childhood sweetheart, so to feel his horrible hands roaming all over my body was dreadful.

‘Your tits aren’t as nice as your sisters’ he jeered, and it felt like a dagger thrust though me. My breasts are small, certainly smaller than Amy’s, but I was unused to being criticized over my appearance. When he suddenly lifted my dress I tried to squirm away. All this did was to pull it completely over my head. I stood in front of him, covering my bra and pants with my hands.

‘Put your hands behind your head like your sister’ he ordered, and I obeyed, though my body screamed at me to keep them where they were. I could feel myself blushing terribly as his eyes roamed over my body. ‘The rest of you isn’t bad though,’ he conceded, and the stockings suit you. You have impeccable taste for a thief.’

Amy: Poor Natalie didn’t know how to take his goading. She wasn’t used to being treated this way. Neither was I, but I’d had the odd comment from drunk, and not-so-drunk men at the hotel.

I watched helpless as this man molested my big sister. I was determined to be stronger than Nat, and watch everything that he did to her. He pulled her panties down to her knees and made her spread her legs so they stayed there. Then, despite her vociferous protests, he began to probe her vagina with his fingers, pushing in an out of her as she tried to escape his clutches.

‘You’re getting wet,’ he told her, and she groaned with embarrassment. Encouraged, he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her as quickly as he could. Her groans became high pitched and she pleaded with him to stop, but he wouldn’t. I became aware that some deep part of Natalie was being aroused by this, and that the rest of her was acutely ashamed at this. Suddenly she gave a high-pitched scream, and a watery substance began to spurt out of her as she orgasmed. She began to sob immediately, and collapsed to the floor. The security guard just laughed, as he’s laughing now as I write this.

Natalie: Oh God, I was so embarrassed! I have never reacted that way before. I can’t even begin to explain how I was feeling, just so overwhelmed with embarrassment and shame. I wanted a hole to open up in the floor and swallow me, but instead the guard dragged me to my feet by my ear, like a little child. He pulled me over to the sofa and made me sit on it, holding my legs spread as far as they could go. My wet…. Well, everything was on show. For a moment I thought that things couldn’t get any worse, which was stupid when I already knew what was going to be done to me.

The guard rummaged in a drawer and brought out a large sex toy. I gasped as he pushed it inside my vagina, sneering ‘It doesn’t need any lubrication, does it?’ I didn’t answer. I had used sex toys before of course - my husband is lovely, but sometimes I need to reach the places he can’t – but never one this big. I groaned as he turned the vibrator on, suddenly scared I would disgrace myself again. I was told to make sure the vibrator didn’t come out, which hardly helped matters. ‘If only your husband could see you now’ the guard sneered.

Amy: I would have felt sorry for Natalie, spread out like a dirty porn star, but then I was told that I was going to get my bottom spanked. I knew it was coming of course, all those other women had suffered the same indignity, but I hadn’t realized how humiliating it would be to drape myself over his lap, my boobs poking over my bra and my big bottom sticking up in the air. I’ve always had a complex about my bum, even though everyone tells me it’s not too big. I felt his hands rub over my cheeks and shuddered in anticipation.

Natalie: I’d been too worried about myself to worry about Amy, and it was only when I heard the first slap that I realized she was getting spanked. All I could think was that this was going to happen to me soon. It looked awful. Amy is a stoic by nature, but the hard regular slaps were making her gasp and wriggle about over the guard’s knees. She looked ridiculous, her legs kicking helplessly as she began to moan with pain. I was never going to be able to withstand that! I looked away, down at my gaping vagina, the vibrator buzzing away inside me, at my lewdly spread, stocking covered legs, and then up at the ceiling, anywhere but at Amy.

Amy: I’ve been told to describe the spanking to you. What should I put? It hurt, really hurt, each stinging slap building up on the previous one. I fought a rising tide of panic, and felt myself kicking out, wriggling, trying to get off his lap and away from the pain. But he held me tight, and continued beating me. Eventually I couldn’t help myself. ‘Please stop’ I begged him. He just laughed and I felt such a fool to have even thought that he would. By now I was fighting not to cry, shrieking and squealing like a baby. I no longer cared how foolish I looked.

Natalie: Eventually the spanking stopped. I had no idea how long it lasted, only that it seemed to have gone on forever, and that if Amy had responded like that, how on earth was I going to cope? Amy got gingerly to her feet and was lead towards me, although she couldn’t bring herself to look at me. The guard pulled the vibrator out and told me to stand up. I did so on shaky legs, steeling myself not to collapse. I was going to be spanked now.

Amy: The spanking was over, for now, but my humiliation wasn’t. I was made to replicate Natalie’s pose on the couch, and this included the vibrator being maneuvered under my tights and into my vagina. The tights held it in place so that I didn’t have to, and pushed it uncomfortably deep. My hands were free, and I was told to rub them up and down my thighs whilst Nat was being spanked. I was warned that if I stopped I would receive a further spanking. It was horrible being made to do all these disgusting things.

I thought I would get some sort of satisfaction in seeing Natalie punished for her crime, but I didn’t. With her flimsy panties now discarded, she too found herself over his knee. ‘Please don’t do this,’ she begged, but just as he had with me, he laughed, and began to spank her.

I actually thought he was gentler with Nat than with me, and bitter resentment surged through me, but perhaps the guard had decided that she was weaker than me, because he soon had her struggling and yelling like I had. I began to feel a little sorry for her then, though if I’d had to endure it then Natalie should too.

Natalie’s bottom was crimson by the time the spanking stopped. She had been reduced to tears, and was breathing heavily, and groaning for a good minute or two after. The guard left her in position over his knee, stroking her buttocks and playing with her private parts. Meanwhile, the vibrator buzzed inside me, and I continued to stroke my legs like a slut.

Natalie: I was living a nightmare. The spanking was just horrible. Not just the pain, although that was awful, but the humiliation, which for me was even worse. Here I was, a grown woman, being spanked over a strangers knee, like a naughty little girl. Although naughty little girls weren’t spanked any more were they? And if they were, they certainly weren’t dressed in lingerie that they’d just tried to steal.

       

There were two things that made it even more humiliating. The first was that I could feel myself rubbing against his erection as I struggled to evade the stinging blows to my buttocks. The second was that I couldn’t take the spanking well. I was screaming and struggling, begging him to stop. By the end I had started to cry – big girly sobs. I looked over at my little sister, who had managed not to break, and saw her sitting lewdly spread, in her own world of misery. Looking back now, I think she was struggling not to become aroused by the vibrator buzzing deep inside her. We were already a sorry pair.

Amy: The security guard has just told me that Natalie has written that she thought I was getting aroused by the vibrator. That’s typical Nat, trying to deflect some of shame away from herself! But I’ve just been reminded that if I am not completely honest, he will take me over his lap and spank me again. So yes, I was starting to get a little aroused, what with the vibrator buzzing inside me, and me having to stroke my legs. But I fought against it! Was it a turn on seeing Nat spanked to tears? No! Not in a million years. I may have resented her, but she didn’t deserve this. Neither of us did.

Natalie: After the spanking stopped, I lay over his lap sobbing, desperately trying to pull myself together. This was doubly difficult because his fingers were again probing my vagina. At least this time I was too upset to disgrace myself again.

       

Eventually I was able to compose myself in a fashion, and found myself pulled to my feet. Amy too was told to stand, and we faced each other, blushing furiously, she with the vibrator still buzzing away inside her, me tear stained and discomposed, and both of us revealing our private parts to each other. I suddenly had a bad feeling about what was going to happen.

I was told to kneel in front of Amy and pull her tights down to her knees. Then I was ordered to remove the vibrator from her and put it into my own mouth! We both protested, but to no avail, and so I tasted my sisters sex in the most degrading manner possible – or so I naively thought at the time.

       

Once I had pushed the vibrator in and out of my mouth a few times, I had to push it back into my vagina, and poor Amy had to mimic the process. I was ashamed to see the look of disgust on her face, as she tasted my own juices.

Amy: What happened next was much worse. We were told to push our bodies against each other, and obeyed reluctantly, until our breasts and eventually our pubic mounds were touching. The warm, feminine sensation of Nat’s body surprised me, and despite the close proximity of our genitals, it was almost as though we were comforting each other until we were told to kiss.

       

‘No!’ we both gasped at the same time, but then I felt my buttocks explode as I heard a sharp crack. I screamed in surprise and leapt away from Nat, looking round to see the guard brandishing a nasty looking leather strap.

       

‘I want to see you two kissing passionately with tongues’ he said, ‘and if I don’t think you’re putting enough into it then I’m going to encourage you both with this tawse.’

       

I couldn’t experience pain like that again. Numbly I pushed myself back against my sisters naked body, and began to kiss her. She reciprocated, obviously as keen as I was to avoid more pain, and suddenly I was French kissing my older sister. Stupidly I thought of the Katy Perry song – ‘the taste of her cherry chopsticks’ – and amazingly, I began to experience a hint of arousal. How this beast was degrading us! I don’t think either of us will ever be able to look on sex in the same light again after this afternoon’s nightmares.

Natalie: So suddenly we were kissing each other for all we were worth. Neither of us could bear the thought of that strap. Amy was a good kisser and I think we both were a little more turned on than we would care to admit, were it not for the threat of another spanking if we lie in this report.

       

But what followed next was possibly the most demeaning part of this whole ordeal. We were told to lie down and ‘69’ each other. Neither of us knew what this meant (are we very naïve not to have known this?), but it was explained to us that we had to lick each other’s vaginas at the same time. By now we knew better than to refuse, so I found myself on top of Amy, my bottom raised in a very vulnerable position for the strap, licking her private parts and having mine licked.

       

After a few minutes I heard words that still chill me to the bone. ‘You will continue until one of you genuinely orgasms. The one who orgasm’s first will receive twelve strokes of the tawse. The one who doesn’t will receive eighteen.’

       

Neither of us was allowed to slacken off with the licking, but I’m ashamed to say that I was already a little turned on by having my vagina played with in such a way – my husband, bless him, has never even thought about doing such a thing! And I couldn’t bear the thought of any strokes of that awful strap, let alone six more. So I allowed myself to ride the tides of arousal until I came, shamefully condemning my little sister to six more blows of the strap, and covering her face in my vaginal juices.

Amy: At that moment I hated Natalie more than I had ever hated anyone in my life, even the guard who was forcing us to do these degrading things. She couldn’t look at me (again) as she rose unsteadily to her feet. I tried to wipe away as much of her squirting as possible, before gingerly joining her to hear about the next part of our ‘punishment.’

When I heard what was to happen next, I almost told him to ‘stuff it’ and call the police if he dared. But, as if reading my mind, he pointed out that everything that had already happened to us had been recorded in (he emphasized) High-Definition, and would be all over the internet if we backed out of what we had agreed.

So this is what we had to do. We were made to stand back-to-back, and interlink our arms. Then I was to bend forward, until Natalie was resting on my back, her legs aloft, each of our bottoms presenting a clear target. Each of us would receive six strokes of the strap, and if either of us lost our position, we would start again. After six strokes, we would swap positions. And after that, thanks to Natalie, I would receive six more.

Natalie: I don’t know how I managed to stay in these positions. Each stroke lashed in hard against my buttocks, pain exploding through my body. Every time Amy was hit I felt her rock forward and heard her shrill screams, and prayed that she wouldn’t collapse. After six agonizing strokes, we swapped over and I bent forward with Amy on my back.

Amy: Having Natalie on my back was difficult, but being laid on her back, with my legs up in the air, spread as widely as the tights between my knees would allow, was worse. In this position, the strap kept catching my vagina, adding a new layer of needle-sharp pain to my ordeal. I could hear Nat sobbing, and though I fought it as hard as I could, I too began to cry. We two sisters were united in our naked misery; degraded, humiliated, beaten.

       

Finally, it was over. For Natalie. I had another six strokes to endure. I would have offered almost anything to avoid these - oral sex, full sex - but I knew I was going to have to do those things anyway.

Natalie: It was only now that I realized what a selfish cow I had been. It was me that had pulled Amy into this mess, and it was me who had ensured she would get more strokes of the strap than me. I knew that I should offer to take her place…. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do so. I was selfish and a coward.

Amy: I thought my big sister would have protected me, but no. Typical Nat, always the weak, selfish one. So I found myself draped over what our Grandmother would have called a ‘pouf.’ There was to be another twist though, before I was to be beaten. The guard made Natalie sit in front of me with her legs spread, her vagina close to my face.

       

‘I am going to give your sister one stroke of the tawse every thirty seconds’ he told her. ‘She is going to give you oral sex again, and I will stop tawsing her when I reach six strokes, or when you orgasm, whichever comes sooner. So if you want to help your sister out, I suggest you make sure you enjoy yourself.’

       Great! Now, not only was I going to be beaten, I was going to have to lick my sisters private parts again.

Natalie: I know I must have come over as a kinky person, enjoying all this, but it wasn’t the case. Yes, I had been made to orgasm, but I think that was because I had had so little experience of men, and because a tiny part of me found being degraded a turn on. But 99% of me hated every minute. Now I was going to have to tap into that remaining one percent if I was going to help Amy.

I felt her warm breath on my vagina and then my sister began licking me in earnest. I knew as soon as the first stroke landed with a sharp crack that I was going to orgasm again. Amy shrieked into my pussy, and I felt an illicit thrill tingle up my spine.

       

Part of me wanted to fight that sensation, to not embarrass myself again, but this time more of me needed to allow the feeling to grow. I leant back and began to play with my nipples, my breathing quickening as Amy’s apparently skillful tongue lapped away. I heard a second crack, followed by a shriek of pain, and excitement continued to build. Suddenly, the fact that my own sister was giving me oral sex, and that she was getting punished, was incredibly arousing. As the third stroke hit Amy, I orgasmed so intensely, that the guard could never have accused me of faking it. Amy looked up, wet faced, and I could tell she was relieved and horrified at the same time.

Amy: I couldn’t understand Nat at all, even though I was grateful. How could she be turned on enough to come by these horrible acts? I couldn’t look at her as we were both made to stand. The guard was laughing heartily at the pair of us.

Natalie: I disgusted myself. Tears trickled silently down my face as we awaited our next humiliation.

The guard pressed an intercom button and said ‘James, could you bring in the punishment chairs please?’ A new wave of panic swept over me. Another man was going to see me naked! What on earth did the punishment chair do?

Whilst we were waiting for the chairs, I was ordered to strip off my remaining clothes, leaving me just in stockings and suspenders. Amy too had to strip, but her tights were actually pulled back up, and a hole was then cut in her gusset. I could see her trembling as this was done.

Amy: A spotty teenager in glasses entered the room, dragging two chairs after him. He grinned as he saw Natalie and myself standing naked, and as he approached we began to get an inkling of what was in store for us. Pointing out from the middle of each seat was a large phallus. We were to sit on this, with the phallus entering, not our vaginas, which would have been bad enough, but our back passages.

       

We both began to protest at the same time. Neither of us had ever had anything stuck in there before, and we pleaded with them to spare us. To no avail. The geeky teenager pulled me to my chair by grabbing my nipples and tugging. I had no choice but to follow him. He made me hover over the chair, lubricated the phallus, and then told me to lower myself onto it.

       

I grimaced as I did so. It felt impossibly large, stretching my anus until I felt it was going to tear. Then the rest of my back passage filled uncomfortably as my bottom reached the seat. I looked over at Natalie, and she too was in the same position, breathing heavily. I felt my arms being taken around the back of the chair, quickly bound and then we were told to spread our legs.

Natalie: By now I wished they had called the Police when they caught me shoplifting. I couldn’t have known how psychologically terrible this ordeal would be. Slowly the guard was dismantling any vestiges of pride that I had. What could make me feel worse than I did then, sitting with something protruding into my bottom, tied with my hands behind my back and my legs spread? I soon found out.

       

The men returned to the room carrying a bowl and a razor blade. I heard Amy gasp ‘No!’ and clamp her legs tightly together. I did the same, but we soon found our legs pushed apart, and slowly, methodically, our pubic hair was shaved off. I will never forget the look of shock and despair on Amy’s face as we watched each other being stripped of part of our womanhood.

Amy: When we had lost all our pubic hair, we were untied, and allowed to stand. It was such a relief to get rid of the horribly full sensation in my back passage, but my pubic region tingled where the hair had been.

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And now for the finale of your corporal punishment’ the guard announced, ‘the cane’. I had read the other women’s accounts of their ordeals, and the cane sounded so brutally painful that I felt a trickle of urine leave me before I could control myself.

       The guard laughed. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘you’re right to be scared. This is going to hurt you a great deal.’

The sofa was pulled into the middle of the room and Natalie and I were bent over each end. It wasn’t a long sofa, and so our faces were nearly touching. I grasped Nat’s hands for support.

       

There was to be an agonizing delay before we were caned though. The guard explained why as the geek left the room.

       

‘We always like an audience for the caning. The staff like to come and see that transgressors are suitably punished.’

Natalie: I looked up to see four people follow the geeky boy into the room. Amazingly, two of them were women. I closed my eyes as they surrounded us, making lewd comments, pinching and grabbing us. I felt my legs kicked roughly apart, and fingers enter both my vagina and my anus. From the length of the fingernails it was clear that it was one of the women that was doing this.

       

I didn’t dare open my eyes, which is why the first stroke of the cane came as such a surprise to me. A quick whoosh through the air was followed by a sharp crack, and a line of white-hot heat burst across my buttocks. I shrieked in response.

       

Seconds later I heard another whoosh, and this time Amy jerked next to me, breath hissing out of her. I gripped her hands tighter as I waited for the next stroke to fall, and she gave me a little sisterly peck on the cheek. How like my little sister, to be the one doing the supporting and me the taking.

       

The second stroke was even worse than the first, a parallel line to the first, stinging and burning impossibly. I couldn’t help but wail in anguish and bury my head into Amy’s neck. Seconds later she received her second stroke, and this time she too made a noise, a low groan. We were both going to be reduced to tears, and as the third stroke cut across the top of my thighs, I began to sob.

Amy: I was determined not to cry until Natalie did, but after the third stroke I knew I had no more defiance left in me. Seconds after Natalie’s fourth, I too began to cry as my own fourth stroke bit into me. The fifth and sixth strokes were nearly unbearable, and Nat and my yells merged into one long howl of despair.

It seemed like the guard realized that we had reached our limits though, because no more strokes fell, and we lay, bottoms afire, trying to console each other.

‘I’m so sorry’ Nat said to me, ‘it’s all my fault’ and immediately I forgave her as I always do.

Natalie: I don’t know if Amy forgave me, but I was genuinely sorry that my own stupidity had caused all this to happen. For the first time in my life I was feeling sorry for someone else rather than myself. I had become (had always been?) selfish, and I resolved to mend my ways. I wonder whether generations of women had done likewise after being caned?

Amy: There was still one final part of the punishment to come though. Addressing the two women in the group that had watched our caning, the guard said ‘Ladies, if I could ask you to leave the room now.’

       

‘Why do you always ask us to leave?’ asked the older of the two, ‘we know you’re going to fuck them.’

       

‘Yes, why can’t we stay and watch?’ piped up the other.

       

So our sexual degradation had two female witnesses, as the four men took turns with us. It seemed to be an endless ordeal by penis, as all of our orifices were violated. At one time I looked up to find Natalie sandwiched between two of them, a penis in each hole, and one in her mouth, as the fourth man vigorously buggered me. Soon I found myself in the same position.

       

When they finally tired of fucking us, we two exhausted girls found ourselves sitting against one of the walls, surrounded by the four men furiously masturbating, as the women looked on gleefully. One by one, thick globules of semen hit our faces accompanied by shrill cheers. It was our final humiliation.

Natalie: The guard has now finished reading this account of my ordeal, and thankfully it is satisfactory, and so he isn’t going to spank me again. I am now going to stand ‘in the naughty corner’ whilst he reads what my sister has written.

Amy: But I have to keep on writing, because as my account was being read, a voice came over the tannoy.

       

‘We’ve got another one, if you still have the energy. On older woman, but attractive.’

       

‘It really is my lucky day’ the guard said, ‘bring her down.’

       

I too was sent to stand in a corner. The woman gasped as she entered the room.

       

‘Amy, Natalie, is that you?’ she blurted without thinking.

       

So now the final part of our humiliation is not to write our accounts, but to watch our own mother go through the same horrible ordeal.