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The Johnson Twins (Pics hosted externally)
(All characters 19+ All models 18+)
Mrs Johnson was at her wits end. Her hubby had run off years ago with the local fish and chip shop lady leaving her to bring up Tracy and Debbie on her own. The twins weren’t without brains but as they progressed through their teens seemed less inclined to actually use them preferring not to attend lessons and indulging in the pleasures of life, often to excess. One bad report after another concerning the girl’s attitude and performance dropped through the letterbox from the Head of the local sixth form college. They were in a repeat year but showing little if any signs of improvement. Mrs Johnson decided it was ultimatum time. If the girls did not improve by their nineteenth birthday, then she would try to get them admitted to St Melanias whatever the cost. The twins ignored the threat and carried on as normal complaining as usual about everything including their birthday presents. That lit the fuse. It was time to put words into deeds. An appointment had been made with Patricia Roberts the Admissions Officer for St Melanias at 9.00 a.m. and the taxi had just arrived. Surprised by her own strength and determination Mrs J bundled her wayward daughters into the back of the taxi and gave instructions to the cabbie. “St Melanias! What the bloody hell are we going there for?” queried Debbie. “You’ll find out in good time!” Mrs J replied.
The “good time” soon arrived. Patricia Roberts, a very attractive fit looking woman in her mid thirties was there to greet the Johnson trio. “Do come in and make yourselves comfortable ladies. I understand we may shortly be having two new students.” “Well you just understand wrong don’t yer matey girl..yer needn’t think we gonna stay in this shitty hole!” one of the twins fired off. Patricia looked at poor Mrs J. “I understand your daughters are in need of an education and may I say some firm discipline. We don’t do exorcisms but we do have a fine and robust disciplinary system in place which is second to none and may I say has a one hundred percent success rate.”
“Discipline!..well yer can stuff that up yer ar….” began the other twin. Miss Roberts had simply placed her hand on Tracy’s neck and gently squeezed with her thumb and forefinger applying a Vulcan style death grip. She had always been a big fan of Mr Spock. What must have felt like 50 thousand volts surged through Tracy’s body leaving her quite numb and helpless. Patricia guided the girl and sat her on her knee while she continued talking to her mum. Tracy sat like a ventriloquists’ dummy hearing but unable to speak.
Mrs J. “So, please tell me how discipline is maintained at your College miss Roberts.”
Miss R. “The type of corporal punishment we provide is usually a spanking, performed with hand or often a cane if the girl has been especially insubordinate. The spanking or caning is performed on the girl's behind, with minimal if any clothing to provide cover.
As a general rule, the girls are required to lift their skirts or dresses, or remove them completely, so that they may be spanked on the seat of their panties. Often, however, a member of staff may see fit to instruct the girls to remove their panties, so that they may be spanked on the bare bottom.”
Mrs J. “Girls are spanked on their bare bottoms!”...Mrs Johnson’s face was a picture and Debbie began to wish that she had been to the toilet.
Miss R. “Oh yes quite often and for more serious offences the student will be punished naked. Shall I demonstrate on Tracy as she fully deserves it?”
Mrs J. “It would be worth a term’s fees to see that Miss Roberts!”
Miss R. “Then I shall begin. First young lady we need to get you naked.” Miss unbuttoned Tracy’s blouse, removed it followed by her bra. Shoes and socks came off and Tracy was lifted to her feet as Miss removed her skirt and knickers. The numbness was now quickly wearing off to be replaced by fear and panic. She began to struggle and scream obscenities as she was very neatly and effortlessly hoisted onto Miss’s lap. What very few people were aware of was that Patricia Roberts had previously been an instructor in the S.A.S, was extremely fit, strong and possessed any certificate in self defense worth having. Resistance was futile!
The first slaps landed, shared evenly between Tracy’s cheeks. “OWWWW!..BITCH...Nooo!!”
More slaps increasing in severity. More screams and obscenities followed.
“Your daughter is what we call a wriggler Mrs Johnson. It doesn’t do them any good of course as they end up getting more slaps.”
Miss was holding Tracy down by one of her tits but sometimes used both hands to prize her cheeks apart to get at the tender untouched parts of her bum.
“STOP!! please...please stop..owww!” A few tears began to flow as her bottom grew redder and increasingly sore. Mrs Johnson looked at Miss Roberts in absolute awe She was Wonder Woman, Supergirl and Xena all in one.
“When do you stop?” enquired a fascinated Mrs J.
“When the girl says I’m sorry Miss, I promise I’ll be good in future.”
Ten minutes later Miss eased off. Tracy lay there, helpless, humiliated, tears dripping from her nose onto the carpet and feeling very very sore.
“Well young lady. Do you have anything to say?” Miss waited for a reply.
“I..I...I’m..sorry Miss. I will be good in future.”
“Very well. Now go stand facing the wall with your hands on your head while I deal with your sister.” A finger beckoned Debbie who nearly fainted. “What part of Hell spawned this bitch?” Debbie thought as she made her way to Miss’s lap that awaited her. She also had seen what happens if you fight. She undressed herself and lay across Miss R’s knee to receive her spanking. She thought a quick surrender might do the trick but Miss was wise to that one. Besides it was only fair that the spankings were of equal severity.
Miss and Mrs J enjoyed a cup of tea while both girls were now silent and facing the wall. Documents and standing orders all signed. The twins were now students of St Melanias (To be continued)
(All characters 19+ All models 18+)
Mrs Johnson was at her wits end. Her hubby had run off years ago with the local fish and chip shop lady leaving her to bring up Tracy and Debbie on her own. The twins weren’t without brains but as they progressed through their teens seemed less inclined to actually use them preferring not to attend lessons and indulging in the pleasures of life, often to excess. One bad report after another concerning the girl’s attitude and performance dropped through the letterbox from the Head of the local sixth form college. They were in a repeat year but showing little if any signs of improvement. Mrs Johnson decided it was ultimatum time. If the girls did not improve by their nineteenth birthday, then she would try to get them admitted to St Melanias whatever the cost. The twins ignored the threat and carried on as normal complaining as usual about everything including their birthday presents. That lit the fuse. It was time to put words into deeds. An appointment had been made with Patricia Roberts the Admissions Officer for St Melanias at 9.00 a.m. and the taxi had just arrived. Surprised by her own strength and determination Mrs J bundled her wayward daughters into the back of the taxi and gave instructions to the cabbie. “St Melanias! What the bloody hell are we going there for?” queried Debbie. “You’ll find out in good time!” Mrs J replied.
The “good time” soon arrived. Patricia Roberts, a very attractive fit looking woman in her mid thirties was there to greet the Johnson trio. “Do come in and make yourselves comfortable ladies. I understand we may shortly be having two new students.” “Well you just understand wrong don’t yer matey girl..yer needn’t think we gonna stay in this shitty hole!” one of the twins fired off. Patricia looked at poor Mrs J. “I understand your daughters are in need of an education and may I say some firm discipline. We don’t do exorcisms but we do have a fine and robust disciplinary system in place which is second to none and may I say has a one hundred percent success rate.”
“Discipline!..well yer can stuff that up yer ar….” began the other twin. Miss Roberts had simply placed her hand on Tracy’s neck and gently squeezed with her thumb and forefinger applying a Vulcan style death grip. She had always been a big fan of Mr Spock. What must have felt like 50 thousand volts surged through Tracy’s body leaving her quite numb and helpless. Patricia guided the girl and sat her on her knee while she continued talking to her mum. Tracy sat like a ventriloquists’ dummy hearing but unable to speak.
Mrs J. “So, please tell me how discipline is maintained at your College miss Roberts.”
Miss R. “The type of corporal punishment we provide is usually a spanking, performed with hand or often a cane if the girl has been especially insubordinate. The spanking or caning is performed on the girl's behind, with minimal if any clothing to provide cover.
As a general rule, the girls are required to lift their skirts or dresses, or remove them completely, so that they may be spanked on the seat of their panties. Often, however, a member of staff may see fit to instruct the girls to remove their panties, so that they may be spanked on the bare bottom.”
Mrs J. “Girls are spanked on their bare bottoms!”...Mrs Johnson’s face was a picture and Debbie began to wish that she had been to the toilet.
Miss R. “Oh yes quite often and for more serious offences the student will be punished naked. Shall I demonstrate on Tracy as she fully deserves it?”
Mrs J. “It would be worth a term’s fees to see that Miss Roberts!”
Miss R. “Then I shall begin. First young lady we need to get you naked.” Miss unbuttoned Tracy’s blouse, removed it followed by her bra. Shoes and socks came off and Tracy was lifted to her feet as Miss removed her skirt and knickers. The numbness was now quickly wearing off to be replaced by fear and panic. She began to struggle and scream obscenities as she was very neatly and effortlessly hoisted onto Miss’s lap. What very few people were aware of was that Patricia Roberts had previously been an instructor in the S.A.S, was extremely fit, strong and possessed any certificate in self defense worth having. Resistance was futile!
The first slaps landed, shared evenly between Tracy’s cheeks. “OWWWW!..BITCH...Nooo!!”
More slaps increasing in severity. More screams and obscenities followed.
“Your daughter is what we call a wriggler Mrs Johnson. It doesn’t do them any good of course as they end up getting more slaps.”
Miss was holding Tracy down by one of her tits but sometimes used both hands to prize her cheeks apart to get at the tender untouched parts of her bum.
“STOP!! please...please stop..owww!” A few tears began to flow as her bottom grew redder and increasingly sore. Mrs Johnson looked at Miss Roberts in absolute awe She was Wonder Woman, Supergirl and Xena all in one.
“When do you stop?” enquired a fascinated Mrs J.
“When the girl says I’m sorry Miss, I promise I’ll be good in future.”
Ten minutes later Miss eased off. Tracy lay there, helpless, humiliated, tears dripping from her nose onto the carpet and feeling very very sore.
“Well young lady. Do you have anything to say?” Miss waited for a reply.
“I..I...I’m..sorry Miss. I will be good in future.”
“Very well. Now go stand facing the wall with your hands on your head while I deal with your sister.” A finger beckoned Debbie who nearly fainted. “What part of Hell spawned this bitch?” Debbie thought as she made her way to Miss’s lap that awaited her. She also had seen what happens if you fight. She undressed herself and lay across Miss R’s knee to receive her spanking. She thought a quick surrender might do the trick but Miss was wise to that one. Besides it was only fair that the spankings were of equal severity.
Miss and Mrs J enjoyed a cup of tea while both girls were now silent and facing the wall. Documents and standing orders all signed. The twins were now students of St Melanias (To be continued)
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