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MISERY LOVES COMPANY (MMFF/gg, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   Jane Fairchild tentatively stretched out her right arm and winced.  Her
arm muscles still reminded her of how much they'd ached half-an-hour ago
when she'd finished spanking her ten-year-old daughter, Alison.  She looked
up at the kitchen clock; it was only ten o'clock in the morning and she'd
already had to spank Alison twice.  The first time had been when the girl
had locked the bathroom door when she was on the toilet; Jane had strictly
forbidden her from doing that because she believed bathroom locks were for
adults, not children.  Then there had been another spanking, not
half-an-hour later, when Alison had left the back door open after feeding
her pet guinea pigs.  This was a far more serious offence and Jane had
drawn the curtains in Alison's bedroom and selected her very biggest ebony
hairbrush.  It had been a long hard spanking and Alison had carried on like
she was being murdered as her chubby little bottom had been repeatedly
walloped with the brush.
   Jane sighed; the summer holidays went on far too long in her opinion. 
There seemed to be nothing to for her to do but spank-spank-spank her
naughty little girl's bottom.  And Alison's bottom always seemed to be
begging for it!  Such a lovely big soft round pair of cheeks, and what a
delicious shade of red they turned when spanked!  Jane clenched her thighs;
it really wasn't her fault that she got so excited when spanking Alison;
the way that girl showed off her bottom and other parts whilst being
spanked was completely indecent!
   To try and take her mind off the incessant throbbing between her legs,
Jane looked over at the fridge, the front of which was plastered with
photos of Alison.  At ten-years-old Alison was considered quite beautiful
by some; her long chestnut-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders
contrasting with her milky-white skin.  Her lips were full and red and her
brown eyes had a soulful feel about them.  Her body was slim and athletic
and she had a large pair of hips that supported a soft full bottom and
thighs.
   Jane glanced over the photos.  There was one that showed Alison at a
water park two years ago.  In it Alison was jumping happily in a rather
tight one-piece swimming costume that showed a pronounced camel-toe at the
front and had constantly ridden up her bottom crack revealing most of
Alison's bottom for the day.  Jane looked at herself in the photo, kneeling
next to Alison.  She was quite proud of her body and the bikini she had
been wearing really did show it off nicely; her large pert breasts, firm
toned bottom, shapely legs and the same long chestnut-brown hair as her
daughter.  Her darling husband wasn't in the shot as he'd been taking the
photo, as was often the case.  It had been a lovely day, she remembered,
and Alison had had the most tremendous fun.  Right up until the point in
the changing rooms at the end of the day when Jane had shown her daughter
the list she'd been keeping of all her wrongdoings: dropping ice cream
wrappers on the floor (twice); screaming too loudly on the waterslide
(fifteen times); not finishing lunch (once); not coming straight away when
called (four times); being rude to other children (three times); the list
was endless.  Then she and her husband had had to listen to Alison's
fearful sobbing on the long journey home; her daughter knew only too well
that the very moment they arrived home, even before the car was unpacked,
she would be taken upstairs to her bedroom, the curtains would be drawn
whilst she took her clothes off and then she would be given a really big
spanking.  Jane shook her head as she remembered; it had been such a long
list!  Despite her and her husband's best efforts, by the time they had
worked their way through only half the list Alison's bottom had blisters
the size of coins on it.  They'd had to wait a week until Alison's bottom
calmed down and they were able to work through the rest of the list with
her.
   Jane sighed again; this really wasn't helping with the throbbing problem
between her legs.  Her eyes fell on another photo.  This one was from a
year ago and showed Alison in jeans and a T-shirt sitting next to her
father on a rollercoaster.  Alison had gone on and on about wanting to ride
that silly thing.  Eventually they had given-in.  Unfortunately the
combination of the previous milkshake and burger that Alison had eaten and
the upside-down roller coaster ride had not proved a happy one.  Alison had
deposited most of her lunch in her father's lap, something that her husband
had been most annoyed about.  It seemed quite funny looking back now, but
at the time Alison had been put in the car already sobbing and pleading and
driven back to the holiday cottage they had rented for the week.  As soon
as they arrived her jeans and knickers have been unceremoniously dragged
off and Jane had held her down over a chair whilst her husband went to work
with the cane they had brought with them.  Jane shut her eyes as she
remembered the scene.  Alison's father had been very annoyed and the caning
had been long and severe.  Alison's hoarse screams as her bottom was
whipped to a pulp had had their usual effect between Jane's thighs.  This
wasn't helped by the fact that her husband had removed both his trousers
and underpants and she'd watched as his aroused thick penis fully erected
itself and had bounced about spitting pre-cum as he'd caned their daughter.
   Jane sighed again.  Her pussy was throbbing dreadfully; no doubt her
knickers would be ruined and require immediate washing, and it was only
five-past-ten in the morning.  If only her silly daughter didn't require
spanking quite so much!  Once a day at bedtime would be nice; a perfect end
to the day, but four or five times a day just tired her out.  How did other
parents cope, she wondered?  According to Alison, none of her friends ever
got spanked.  The girl was always going on about how it wasn't fair, how
she couldn't talk to her friends about her spankings, how she wanted a
friend who was spanked like she was or, better still, not to get any
spankings at all!  Jane had told her sternly that `not getting any
spankings' wasn't going to happen as long as she lived under her parents'
roof.
   Upstairs in her bedroom Alison stood looking out of the window across
the long front garden to the street beyond.  She would have to stand for a
while yet; her bottom wouldn't be any good for sitting on until much later
that day.  Mummy had really gone to town with that hairbrush, and it was
the big nasty black heavy one she'd used.  Alison knew that the
hairbrush-shaped welts on her bottom would bruise; the marks from that big
heavy hairbrush always did.  She'd decided to put a skirt on and, because
her bottom was so sore, had surreptitiously left her knickers off.  She
carefully dabbed her eyes with a tissue.  Her friend Katherine would be
over soon and she really didn't want her to know that she still got spanked
on the bare bottom.
   Alison spied Katherine on her bike as she came round the corner riding
down the pavement.  Like Alison, Katherine was ten-years-old.  The two had
been firm friends for almost a year now since Katherine had moved into the
area and they had met at school.  Katherine was a slight girl with blonde
hair and a naughty sense of humour.  She was smart and worked hard.  Her
slim body and cute freckled face was complemented by a pronounced little
bottom that stuck some way stuck out behind her.  She was wearing white
shorts that came down to mid thigh and a T-shirt.  She had her feet on the
pedals with her legs straight and her bottom off the seat.  As Alison
watched, she peddled some more without sitting down.  It was a bit odd,
thought Alison; it wasn't as though Katherine was peddling up a hill. 
Alison went downstairs to meet her friend.
   Downstairs her mother was already welcoming Katherine, asking after her
parents and checking how long she expected to stay.  Then the two of them
went to Alison's bedroom.  Alison had already got a board game out for them
and put it on the floor; that way she would be able to kneel down without
putting any weight on her bottom.
   The girls settled down to their game.  They were both unusually quiet.
Alison noticed that Katherine seemed to be very uncomfortable, constantly
shifting position and pulling at the backs of her shorts, as if to pull
them away from her bottom.  For almost fifteen minutes Katherine continued
this constant wriggling and short-pulling until she made a small whining
noise and Alison watched a tear trickle out of her eye.
   "Are you okay?" asked Alison, feeling quite tearful herself.
   "Yes." sniffed Katherine, but more tears had joined the first.
   "Do you want to go home?" asked Alison.
   Katherine shook her head firmly.
   "Do you want us to call your Mum?" Alison asked, concerned for her
friend.
   "No!  Don't call my Mum!" Katherine burst out, "She'll be mad if I go
back too soon!  I'm fine!  Really!"
   Alison nodded her head understandingly; she knew all about Mums who got
mad.
   "My Mum got mad with me this morning." she offered.
   Katherine nodded through her tears.
   "Did your Mum get mad with you?" Alison asked.
   Katherine nodded again, sniffing back her tears.
   Alison watched her friend's quiet tearful sobs and very wriggly bottom.
   "Do you ever get spanked?" she asked.
   "Boo hoo!  Yes!  Yes, I do!" Katherine choked back her sobs and her hand
stole behind her to rub surreptitiously at her bottom.
   Alison nodded.
   "I've been spanked this morning." she said, "Twice!"
   Katherine looked up in surprise, her tears abating somewhat.
   "You get spanked too?" she sniffled.
   "Yes.  I, er, get spanked, um, a lot." Alison confirmed.
   "Sniff!  So do I!" Katherine nodded.
   Alison shifted uneasily; she wasn't quite sure how to ask her friend a
more sensitive question.
   "Do your Mum and Dad always use their hands to spank you, or do they
use, um, other things?" she managed.
   Katherine looked scared.  Like Alison, she wasn't meant to talk about
such things out of the home.
   "Sniff!  Other things!" she whispered.
   Alison nodded.
   "What's the worst thing they use on you?" she asked, "Mine have got a
cane!"
   Katherine looked startled.
   "Mine have got a cane too!" she said, very curious now, "How often do
you get it?"
   Alison made a `yuck' face.
   "About twice a week, usually.  Sometimes more."
   Katherine stood up from where she been kneeling and started to
frantically unbutton her shorts.
   "W...what are you doing?  gasped Alison, shocked at what it looked like
she was trying to do.
   "I've got to get these off!  Got to get `em off!" babbled Katherine,
"Just got caned and Mum made me put them on as extra punishment.  They're
so tight!  They're hurting!"
   Katherine dragged the shorts down her legs.  Like Alison, it appeared
that Katherine had omitted to wear any knickers.  Alison found herself only
a few inches from her friend's suddenly naked `wee-wee hole'.  She couldn't
help but look at it and think how funny it was that the lips seemed so much
fuller than hers; even some of the inside pink was showing around the edge
of the lips.  Katherine turned round and stuck her bum into Alison's face.
   "Look!" she said.
   Alison had little choice as Katherine's bottom appeared six inches from
her face.  Katherine's bottom has six fat juicy livid red cane lines across
it.  Alison could tell it had been a thick cane because of the width of the
marks.  She could see that the blistering down the edges of the marks and
the blue bruising was setting in.  Katherine waggled her bottom for
emphasis.  Alison couldn't help noticing that her friend's wee-wee hole
viewed from the rear was kind-of open and her bottom cheeks were apart,
enough to expose her bum hole.  Alison hadn't seen any bum holes other than
hers in the mirror before and she was fascinated with how her friend's
seemed to be a little bit open.
   "Sniff!  Sniff!  I'm going to get the rest when I get home!  Sniff!"
snivelled Katherine.
   "How many?" Alison asked softly.
   Katherine shrugged.
   "Mum and Dad never count.  They just say I get what I deserve.  Boo hoo!
I bet I get loads!"
   "What did you do?" wondered Alison.
   "Katherine paused; she didn't seem too keen to answer the question.
   "Um, Mum caught me, um, you know!" she said euphemistically.
   Alison didn't know and shook her head.
   "Caught you what?" she persisted.
   Katherine gave a small aggravated sigh.
   "You know!  Doing it!  To myself!"
   "Doing what?" Alison asked, thoroughly confused now.
   Katherine turned round to her friend with an exasperated look on her
face.
   "You know!  Touching!  Touching it!  Doing it!" she said, waving her
arms about.
   Alison shook her head, bewildered at her friend's explanation.
   "Touching what?"
   A look of amazed fascination came onto Katherine's face.
   "You've never done it, have you?"
   "Done what?" Alison asked, feel slightly foolish, but very curious.
   "Touched your wee-wee hole to make it feel nice." Katherine said.
   Alison shook her head, perplexed.  A superior smile came onto
Katherine's face.
   "But it's the *best* thing about being a girl!" Katherine grinned, "It
makes you feel *so* nice!  Especially after a spanking!  You forget you
were ever spanked, for a bit!"
   "I got spanked this morning!" remarked Alison, keen to be shown this
magical thing that made you forget your spanking.
   "Show us your bum then!" said Katherine with a little giggle.
   Alison pulled her skirt up and turned round.  Her hairbrush bruised
bottom was presented to Katherine.
   "Hairbrush!" Katherine correctly identified.
   Katherine pulled her shorts down to her ankles and stepped out of them.
   "Take your skirt off!" she instructed.
   Alison complied.
   "Watch!" said Katherine.
   Katherine put her finger at the top of her pussy lips, next to her small
clitoral hood.  She started to move her finger in a jerky circular motion
around her clit.  Alison tried to copy her friend's movements, but didn't
seem to feel anything, apart from a little foolish.  Katherine sighed.
   "Here, you're not doing it right!  Let me show you!"
   Katherine put her finger in her mouth and brought it out soaking wet
with saliva.  She put her finger next to Alison's clit and began a jerky
circular dance with it adding slippery wet flicks across the clit itself.
Now Alison felt it!  Like a train hitting her, the pleasure pulsed through
her crotch like the world's best tickle magnified a hundred times, like
eating all your favourite chocolate at once.  She gasped and gave an
involuntary moan that she quickly stifled.
   "Feels nice, doesn't it?  And it gets better!" Katherine grinned.
   Alison nodded her head, although she couldn't imagine a nicer feeling.
   "If I'm doing you, you do me!" said Katherine.
   Alison put her finger in her mouth, like she'd seen Katherine do and
started to try and touch Catherine's wee-wee hole in the same way she was
doing to her.
   "Mmmmm!" said Katherine appreciatively, "It feels nice having you do
it."
   The rubbing continued for some minutes as each girl got increasingly
breathless and Alison found that indeed the pleasure did increase, like it
was building up to something, like something was going to happen.
   "Don't stop!" Alison breathlessly begged Katherine.
   "Does it feel like something's going to go `pop' inside?" Katherine
asked eagerly.
   "Yessss!" moaned Alison.
   "Me too!" gasped Katherine panting, "When it feels like that you move
your finger fast, like this!"
   Katherine's finger doubled in speed and flicked across Alison's engorged
little clit.  She repaid the favour to her friend, rubbing her more quickly
in the same way.
   Somewhere in the house a telephone rang and was answered.  The girls
ignored it, absorbed with their arriving orgasms, their fingers rubbing
each other furiously.  There were a sudden few loud thumps as something
heavy bounded up the stairs two or three at a time and Alison's bedroom
door virtually left its hinges as it was thrown open.  Mrs Fairchild stood
in the doorway, her face bright red and enraged, just in time to see her
daughter experience her first orgasm joined by her friend.
   "Ooooooooo!" squeaked Alison, completely unable to stop her body's
reaction, despite her mother standing there.
   "Mmmmmmmm!" moaned Katherine, only semi-aware that her friend's mother
was staring at the two of them, aghast.
   Alison's mother rushed over to the window and dragged the curtains shut,
but not before scowling at the house across the street.  She turned on the
girls.
   "YOU DIRTY LITTLE MASTURBATORS!" she shouted, "YOU DIDN'T EVEN CLOSE THE
CURTAINS!  MRS BROWN ACROSS THE STREET RANG ME!  TO TELL ME!  TELL ME WHAT
YOU WERE DOING TO EACH OTHER!"
   Alison mewled in terror; this was the worse thing she'd ever done!  The
biggest crime she'd ever committed!  The things Mummy and Daddy would do to
her bottom!  Would her punishments for doing this ever end?  Katherine was
weeping hysterically; her punishments for playing with herself were long,
severe and intimate.  What would her Mummy and Daddy do to her for being
caught doing it to someone else, in someone else's house and being seen by
other people through the window?  Katherine's teeth chattered as she
thought of the outrageous punishments that her parents would consider.
   Mrs Fairchild turned to face the girls, her initial fury somewhat abated
now and the requirement to give her daughter some immediate discipline
uppermost in her mind.  Her daughter's friend would have to go so she could
settle down to what would be the first of a day's, no, a week's, no, maybe
even a month's spankings for Alison.  Then, for the first time, she noticed
the six livid cane marks across Katherine's bottom and a thin little smile
crossed her face as her pussy began a slow tingling throb.  No, perhaps
there was an even better way to do this!
   "You two stay here!" she said, "Katherine, I'm going to talk to your
mother!"
   The door was slammed behind Mrs Fairchild and the key turned in the
lock. The two girls wailed miserably, their hands protectively covering
their bottoms; they were going to get their worst spankings ever!
   It only took one quick telephone call and within five minutes a small
car speedily pulled into the drive that ran down one side of the
Fairchild's long front garden.  A tall blonde woman got out.  Slim and
athletic, she was dressed in expensive tight jeans and a loose blouse.  She
grabbed a holdall from the car and went to the door.  Jane answered it. 
She had changed and to both women's surprise they saw they were dressed
almost identically.  As soon as they laid eyes on each other there was an
immediate liking.  They dressed in a similar way, took similar trouble with
their bodies and, if the state of their daughters' bottoms was anything to
go by, shared a firm view as to the merits of strict discipline.
   Almost simultaneously the two women went to shake the other's hands. 
Their faces, frowning at the serious nature of the visit, broke into
smiles.
   "Mrs Fairchild?" smiled Katherine's mother, "Mel Frobishire; delighted
to meet you!"
   "Jane Fairchild." smiled Jane, ushering Mel inside.
   "So, where are the miscreants?" asked Mel.
   "Locked upstairs in Alison's bedroom." replied Jane.
   "Good!" smiled Mel, "We don't want them running off anywhere before you
and I have a chance to have a little `chat' with them!"
   "A `long hard chat'?" enquired Jane.
   "Very long!  Very hard!" smiled Mel.
   The two women smiled openly at one another, liking each other more and
more.
   "There's too few parents who spank these days!" declared Jane, "Why,
here we spank and spank and spank!  Alison gets spanked for everything! 
And we stopped using our hands on her years ago!  We've built up quite a
selection of things to spank her with!  I have to tell you that blistering
and bruising is a common result!"
   Mel smiled back, delighted to have met such an enlightened woman.  Not
only that, but she lived close by and had a young daughter who was friends
with hers.  Mel's pussy had already started to dribble as she thought of
the opportunities this might bring.
   "But Jane, how marvellous!" she gushed, "I'm in absolute agreement with
you!  Ten-years-old is far too old for a hand spanking.  We stopped using
our hands on Katherine's bottom when she was eighteen-months-old!  We have
a fine collection of canes, straps and paddles for her bottom, and many
other punishment implements beside those!  Blistering and bruising are so
important, don't you think?  I just have to spank-spank-spank until those
blisters appear and the bruising is good and deep."
   Jane nodded her head in agreement.  Her pussy had started to fizz with
excitement at having another spanking mother with her and the idea that in
a few minutes she would witness someone else's child getting the kind of
severe spanking that she regularly handed out to her own daughter.  Jane
led the way into the kitchen and Mel put the holdall down on top of the
kitchen table.  She unzipped the holdall and pulled it open so Jane could
see inside.
   "I brought a few things, just in case." she remarked.
   Jane looked inside the bag.  There was a three-foot long school cane
curled up, quite thick and heavy by the look of it, a two-foot-long bath
brush, a thick heavy brown leather tawse, a large wooden clothes brush, a
quarter-inch-thick clear plastic paddle with a black rubberised grip on the
handle, a half-inch-wide thick black leather strap and a plastic bottle of
baby oil.  Jane couldn't help noticing that right at the bottom of the bag,
under the various spanking things, there seemed to be what looked like a
large black shiny plastic butt plug and a large tube of lubrication gel. 
She got a funny feeling in her tummy as she wondered if Katherine's
discipline might not be a little more advanced than Alison's.
   "Just a few basics I threw in!" smiled Mel.
   "Well, let's use these!" Jane smiled back, "And if we decide we need
anything else, then I'm sure we'll be able to find it."
   "So what did you think?  Give them some with all of these and then cane
them until they get blisters *this* big?" Mel held up both hands and opened
up her fingers claw-like to indicate two circles approximately the size of
a ten-year-olds bottom cheeks.
   "Mmmmm!  `Whole bottom blisters', we call those!" Jane nodded
encouragingly.
   Mel tittered at the little colloquialism.
   "We call them `scream blisters'!" she said.
   "Oh, I like that!" grinned Jane, "Really emphasises to the naughty young
lady just how much you're going to hurt her!"
   "Oh yes!" said Mel, warming to her theme, "Really gets them crying and
begging with you before it starts!"
   "Ooo, I love it when..." Jane's voice trailed off, aware that in her
enthusiasm she had just crossed a line, "I mean, I find it satisfying to
hear how sorry she is." she finished, unconvincingly.
   Mel stood grinning at her like a Cheshire cat.
   "Oh, Jane!  You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that!  I love
it too!  The screams, the begging, her bottom and bits waving about,
whacking her bottom until she can't sit down for a week!  Does your husband
love it too?  Mine does!  Can't get enough of it!"
   Jane blushed deeply.  Her husband, Paul, took his trousers and pants off
during Alison's spankings.  She loved to watch his big erect cock waving
around, thinking about how, the moment the spanking was finished, it would
be used to screw her brains out.  Recently Paul had started demanding that
they stay in Alison's bedroom after her spanking to have sex.  He said he
wanted to be able to see Alison's blazing bottom and listen to her howling
whilst they did it.  Jane, who was equally turned on by both those things,
had soon acquiesced.
   "Yes, he loves it too!" she confessed.
   "Darling, I can't wait for us all to get to know each other better." Mel
grinned, "You could all come round for the evening.  Perhaps the girls
could provide us with some entertainment?" she added slyly.
   "Perhaps their bottoms could!" Jane grinned, picking up the thread.
   "Mmmm, bottoms are always a good place to start!" Mel mused in a
slightly cryptic way.
   Mel started to undo the top button of her jeans.  Within a moment she
was easing the tight-fitting trousers down her legs.  Jane's jaw dropped.
Why was she undressing?  But, then again, she let Paul do it without any
underpants on.  Mel had her jeans off and was lifting off her blouse. 
Mel's body was toned and taught; she certainly worked-out, Jane thought. 
Jane could see that Mel had quite an exotic taste in underwear.  She had a
white see-through supported bra and a matching g-string.  Her buttocks were
naked where the g-string cut into her bottom crack and her shaved pussy was
virtually split in two by a small see-through triangle of material.  But
the most obvious thing Jane noticed was that Mel's pussy was absolutely
soaking.  Mel caught her staring.
   "Whoopsie!" she blushed, "Just getting a little hot thinking about
seeing someone else's naughty little-one getting it!"
   Jane nodded.
   "Me too!" she smiled.
   Mel looked at Jane, who was still fully dressed.
   "Aren't you going to do it naked?" she asked.
   "Well, I don't usually." quavered Jane, not wanting to say that she
never had, whatever liberties her husband took.
   Mel made a sad face.
   "Oh come on!  Don't be such a party-pooper!  You'll love it!  It feels
great!  Having them wriggle all against you!  Their nakedness on yours! 
You know what I mean!"
   Jane nodded.  She knew exactly what Mel meant.  Yes, her husband did it
without his clothes on, Mel did it without her clothes on, why shouldn't
she?  Jane began to take her clothes off.
   "Oh goody!" Mel clapped her hands, "We're going to have a proper mother
/ daughter bare naked spanking party!  Just you and me and our two naughty
little daughters!  We're going to spank those two little brats until
they're screaming their heads off!"
   "Until they can't sit down for a month!" Jane joined in.
   "Until their bottoms are huge!" Mel exclaimed.
   "Until they dance for hours!" Jane moaned.
   "Until they're ready to do *anything* we require!" Mel said in a hot low
voice.
   Jane felt her heart pounding; she wanted to see what Mel had got
planned.
   "Yes, anything!" she said simply.
   Jane had undressed to her underwear.  She knew her body was gorgeous;
her red lace underwired bra cupped her large firm breasts and her matching
red lace French style knickers showed off the camel toe of her trimmed
pussy.  The whole crotch area of her knickers, from back to front, was
completely soaked.
   "Looks like I'm not alone!" smiled Mel.
   "We are a pair!" grinned Jane.
   Mel picked up the holdall.
   "Come on!  Let's go and have that `little chat' with our girls!" she
grinned and the two mothers went upstairs.
   Jane unlocked the door to Alison's bedroom and they went in.  Both girls
were standing naked next to the bed with their hands on their heads.  Jane
happily noted Alison's shock at seeing both her and Katherine's mum
virtually naked.
   "P...please, Mummy!" warbled Katherine, "I'm sorry!  I'm really sorry!
Don't spank me any more!  My bottom's so sore!"
   "Mummeeeeeey!  I don't want any more spanking!  I'll never touch my
wee-wee hole again!  I'm sorreeeeeeey!" whined Alison.
   The two mother's pussies wet themselves as they listened to their
daughters' babyish pleas.  Mel put the holdall down and began to unpack the
contents.  The girls' weeping became hysterical as the different punishment
things came out.  Jane went over to Alison's wardrobe and flung open both
doors with a flourish.  Hung on the inside of the doors were twenty or
thirty different spanking tools.  Alison mewled with fear; her bottom knew
each of those tools intimately.  Mel was deeply impressed and nodded her
head at Jane in acknowledgement; here was another mother who spanked just
like she did.
   The two mothers looked at their naked weeping daughter's jigging about
together, terrified of the severe spankings they were surely going to get.
Mel and Jane's pussies wept juice at the cute sight as they selected their
implements.  The girls started to shriek in terror as their mothers slowly
approached them and they saw the terrible things they were holding. 
Alison's mother had a huge lexan paddle and Katherine's mother had a two
foot long bath-brush.  The girls wailed; their bottoms were going to get
torn up by those heavy things!
   Mel and Jane had decided to dispense with the niceties and get down to a
proper blistering, followed by the cane.  The mothers sat at different ends
of the bed and dragged their daughters over their laps.
   "Mummeeeeeeey!  Mummeeeeeeey!  Pleeeeeeeeeease!  Don't!" begged
Katherine, "I'll be good!  No more touching!"
   "Whaaaaaaaaa!  Nooooooo!  Not the paddle!  Don't blister me!  I'll never
do it again!" sobbed Alison.
   Jane put the paddle down on Alison's bed and began the ritual bottom
fumbling she liked to start all of her daughter's spankings with.  She
squeezed at the hairbrush-marked bruised buttocks, making sure to separate
the cheeks so that she could get a good view of Alison's pussy and anus. 
She looked up at Mel and saw that she was looking over at Alison's bottom
with interest.  Mel nodded her encouragement, indicating that Alison's
bottom should be further opened.  Jane obliged and pulled the cheeks wide
apart.  Her daughter's recently excited little pussy popped open and her
tiny starfish-shaped anus was displayed to the likewise disciplinary-minded
mother.  Mel returned the favour showing Jane the large firm-cheeked bottom
of her daughter, pulling the cheeks wide apart to display her genitals.  To
Jane's surprise, Katherine's pussy and anus both gapped open and looked red
and sore around their entrances.  Mel started scolding Katherine as she
manipulated her daughter's little bottom.
   "You naughty girl, Katherine!  Coming round to other people's houses and
touching yourself!  Getting naked with your naughty friend!  Showing
yourself off to the whole world!  Touching your friend and making her touch
you!  It's just as well that Mrs Fairchild is such a wonderful
understanding woman who knows how little bottoms should be dealt with! 
After I've spanked you with the bath brush until you can't sit for a week,
I'm going to cane you!  It's going to be `scream blisters' for you today!"
   Katherine began to shriek and buck in terror over her mother's lap.
   "Boo hoo!  Noooooooo!  Nooooooo!  Not `scream blisters'!  Anything! 
I'll be `good' for you and Daddy all week!  Every night!  Boo hoo! 
Anything!  You can do what you want!  I'll be good!  Don't `scream blister'
me!  Pleeeeeeeeeeease!"
   Jane grinned and her pussy throbbed at the way this little girl pleaded.
She had a funny feeling about Katherine's promises and they certainly
sounded good.  She turned to Alison and began her daughter's scolding.
   "You dirty, wicked girl!  Mrs Brown saw everything!  Couldn't you have
closed the curtains?!  How silly!  Everyone will know what you did!  I
might have to take you to Mrs Brown and let her spank you!  Touching
another girl's wee-wee hole and letting her touch yours - disgraceful!"
   "Unless you're an adult!" Mel interceded in a deep low husky voice.
   Jane's pussy wet itself even more.
   "Yes," she continued, "it's like drinking alcohol.  At your age, Alison,
it's very-very naughty.  Now Mummy's going to use this big paddle and your
biggest cane.  It's going to be `whole bottom blisters' for you today!"
   "Whaaaaaaaa!  Mummeeeeeeey!  You can't!  Don't!  Pleeeeeease!  I've got
a swimming party tomorrow!  Everyone will see!  Spank me tomorrow night! 
Please!  Not `whole bottom blisters'!  I'll clean the house for a month! 
Mummy!  Pleeeeeeeeeease!"
   "Tough!" said Jane, holding the paddle against her little daughter's
squirming bottom, "You won't be going to any party!"
   WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!
   Jane set off at a terrific pace, slamming the paddle into Alison's
bottom as her daughter's screams assaulted their ears.  Mel was momentarily
taken by surprise by the immediate start, but calmly picked up the bath
brush and laid into her own daughter's bottom.
   WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEE!  MUMMY!  NYAAAAAAAAA!" screamed Katherine
as her little arms and legs flailed about.
   The six blistered lines across Katherine's bottom from her earlier
caning were instantly reignited into a scalding mass that burnt her with an
agonising sting every time the bath brush landed.
   WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!  DON'T BLISTER!  I'LL LICK YOU!  I'LL
SUCK DADDY!  YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  HE CAN DO `IT' TO ME!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!"
   Jane could barely hear Katherine's childish pleas over her own
daughter's screaming and she was enjoying herself far too much with the
little bottom front of her to worry about it.  This paddle of Mel's was
fantastic!  It was really making Alison scream; really hurting her.  And
that was the most important thing in Jane's mind, to really hurt her little
daughter's bottom.  Those holes that had been drilled in the paddle were
producing lovely raised welted dots on her daughter's reddening bum cheeks.
Oh yes, Alison's bottom was going to blister nicely today!
   WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAA!  MY BOTTOM!" shrieked Alison, as she kicked and writhed,
"EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURTS!  NO MORE SPANKS!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  I BE GOOD!  I
NOT TOUCH!  I PWOMISE!  YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"
   WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!
   Jane continued spanking.  What a wonderful pastime spanking your little
daughter was; so rewarding, so educational, so stimulating, thought Jane as
her pussy throbbed insanely.
   Sitting next to her, Mel was having an equally fine time with her
daughter's spanking.  As usual, Katherine's cute little bottom twisting and
jumping in Mel's lap and her daughter's squeals, cries and desperate
begging were having the most profound effect on Mel's pussy which throbbed
and tingled like it was subject to tiny electric shocks.
   WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MUMMEEEEEEEEY!  STOOOOOOOP!  NO MORE!  LET ME KISS
IT!  YOUR WEE-HOLE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOP SPANKING!  PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   Katherine's bottom was starting to go purple from the heavy bath brush
and the thin blistered lines from the cane had started to widen into larger
blisters.  Mel licked her lips; she would have to stop or there would be no
room left on Katherine's bottom for the cane.  Jane was experiencing the
same dilemma with Alison's bottom, which now had a number of coin-sized
blisters on it.  Almost simultaneously both mothers ceased spanking and put
their implements down onto the bed.
   "Time for dancing class!" called out Mel to Jane over the two girls'
screaming.
   Jane grinned and started letting go of the howling kicking child across
her lap.  Mel did the same and, as they released their daughters and pushed
them off their laps, the two girls struggled up, desperate to try and stop
the pain in their bottoms.
   The two mothers surreptitiously rubbed their pussies as the girls
performed for them.  The contrast between each of their little daughter's
post-spanking antics was both amusing and highly stimulating.  Alison stood
on her tiptoes running on the spot, her hands grabbing big chunks of her
bottom, pulling the cheeks apart to show her bottom hole and the rear view
of her open pussy.  Katherine ran around the room screaming, her hands on
her bottom rubbing furiously up and down her cheeks as she ran and skipped.
   "Delightful!" murmured Jane.
   "Beautiful!" gasped Mel.
   The two women looked at each other, their faces red and eyes burning
hot.
   "Why don't we cane each other's?" smouldered Mel.
   "Oh, yes!  We could hold our own down whilst the other canes!" moaned
Jane.
   "Hard proper blister canings!" enthused Mel.
   "Till they can never sit again and scream all day long!" panted Jane.
   "Katherine!  Come here!  Auntie Jane and I need to talk to you!"
commanded Mel as she got up to fetch the cane.
   A wailing terrified little daughter presented herself to her strict
mother; Katherine was still jumping and pawing at her bottom as Mel flexed
and swished the cane in the most frightening way.
   "MUMMEEEEEEEEEY!  NOOOOOOOOO!" howled Katherine, "MY BOTTOM!  NOT THE
CANE!  I'LL KISS YOUR WEE-WEE HOLE!  I'LL SUCK DADDY'S WILLY!  HE CAN PUT
IT UP MY BUMMY!  NO CANE!  PLEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   "The things they say!" grinned Mel at Jane as she passed the cane over
to her.
   "Yes, they really will do anything!" said Jane, her pussy quite taking
over her mind as she took the long swishy cane offered to her by her new
friend.
   "Oh, anything and everything!" Mel's husky voice answered.
   Mel's voice changed back to its hard commanding tone as she addressed
her daughter.
   "Fetch that chair, Katherine!  Put it here!  You're going to kneel up on
it and I'm going to hold your hands out of the way whilst Auntie Jane canes
you!"
   Katherine howled as she dragged the heavy straight-backed armless chair
over to her mother and climbed onto the seat on her knees.  She miserably
offered her hands to her mother who stood in front of her.  Her mother took
her hands in a vice like grip.  Katherine's body shook; she knew that her
bottom was all exposed behind her and at the mercy of Auntie Jane.  She
looked behind her just-in-time to see Auntie Jane unleash the mother of all
whippy cane strokes from right above her head.
   THWICK!
   Travelling at a million miles-an-hour, the cane came to a juddering halt
on Katherine's wriggly swollen blistered bottom.  Her screams and mad
twisting confirmed to the excited mothers how effective the cane was at
punishing small bottoms.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOO!  AUNTIEEEEEEEEE!  TOO HARD! 
YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  STOOOOOOOOP!  I'LL KISS YOUR WEE-WEE HOLE TOO! 
NYAAAAAAAAA!  ANYTHING!"
   Katherine twisted and wriggled as the cane spanked her bottom.  She
threw her head back to scream and howl and Jane could feel the tears and
snot flying onto her almost naked body.  Katherine twisted her head round
so she could plead directly with Auntie Jane.  As Jane caught sight of the
child's red soaked face looking directly at her as the cane whipped away at
child's little bottom, Jane's pussy dribbled down her legs.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAA!  AUNTIEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOO!  STOOOOOOP!  ANYTHING!  I'LL DO
ANYTHING!  KISS WEE-WEE HOLE!  KISS BOTTY HOLE!  ANYTHING! 
YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"
   Jane chose to ignore the explicit entreaties the child bombarded her
with.  When the child's bottom had been properly caned, she would mount a
most interesting investigation as to how much the child knew about sexually
pleasing excited mothers.
   Katherine's bottom was now approaching what the two strict mothers had
promised and her `scream blisters' were blossoming.  A few more carefully
aimed spanks with the cane would teach the young lady a lesson she would
take a long time to forget.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   As Katherine's hoarse hysterical screams echoed round the small room,
Jane handed the cane to Mel and Katherine was released to entertain the two
leaders with her stumbling bottom grabbing jig around the room, her two
huge blisters on display.
   Alison had become quite hysterical herself; her mother had never caned
her as strictly as she had just caned Katherine.  Alison was certain that
Katherine's Mum would want to cane her own little bottom just as hard as
her daughter's had been.
   "Whaaaaaaaaaa!  Nooooooooo!  Pleeeeeeeeeease!" she wailed as her Mum
pulled her up onto the chair so she was kneeling on the seat.
   Katherine was still shrilly screaming and running around the room
grabbing at her bottom as Alison had her hands firmly pulled out in front
of her.  She craned around to look at Katherine's Mum who stood behind her
swishing the cane.
   "I'll teach you to corrupt my daughter!" Mel scolded, "You dirty little
girl!  You deserve twice what my daughter got!"
   Mel winked at Jane so she knew it was all to terrify Alison.
   "Whaaaaaaaaa!  Nooooooooo!  Auntieeeeeeee!  It wasn't me!" howled
Alison.
   "Why don't you cane the backs of her legs as well as her bottom?" Jane
offered, "That would hurt even more!"
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!  Not the backs of my legs!" squealed Alison.
   "Can I blister them too?" asked Mel, swishing the cane loudly.
   "Oh yes!  Great big blisters right down the backs of her legs!" replied
Jane.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!  Mummeeeeeeeey!  Noooooooooo!  Just my bottom!  Please
Auntie!  Just my bottom!  I'll be good!  I'll do anything you say! 
Anything!" begged Alison.
   "Anything?" asked Mel archly, "Anything at all?  If I only cane your
bottom and not your legs?"
   "Bwaaaaaaaaah!  Yes Auntie!  Anything!  Anything you say!"
   "Very well, Alison!" beamed Mel, "When I've finished caning your bottom,
we'll see what `anything' your Mummy and I can think of!"
   Alison felt the cane resting against her bottom.  The tears rushed out
of her eyes and snot flooded down her nose.  Auntie Mel was lining up the
cane now so she could do it really-really hard.  `Whole bottom blisters'
she'd been promised; she wouldn't be sitting for weeks!
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Alison went wild as the dreadful `big girls' cane bit into her blistered
bottom.  Her unearthly shrieks and wails serenaded the noise of the busy
stick that Mel was wielding with wicked passion.  Alison's twisting little
bottom did a frantic rumba as she knelt up on the chair seat.  Her lower
legs kicked up and down, adding to the spectacle.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  ANYTHING!" Alison screamed, not caring what the
`anything' might be.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Mel's pussy wet itself copiously as she caned her daughter's friend's
little bottom.  The girl's mother beamed happily as she held her daughter's
hands out of the way and kept her naked daughter in position so Mel could
cane even harder; it was just delightful!
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  NYAAAAAAAA!  THE BLISTERS!  I CAN FEEL THEM! 
STOOOOOOOOOOP!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" screamed Alison.
   Mel checked the little bottom; the girl was right.  Huge blisters almost
spanned both her buttocks; Alison wouldn't be sitting for a week at least.
Jane craned over her daughter to look at her bottom.
   "She can take any few more!" Jane smiled at Mel, "Give her another six,
right where her bum meets her thighs.  That'll teach her to behave!"
   Mel grinned; she didn't need asking twice.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Jane let go of Alison's hands and her daughter scrambled off the chair
shrieking and braying and howling in a cacophony of noise as she spun about
in giddy circles, her hands plastered to her bottom.  As the spinning
caught up with her she collapsed to the floor in a howling mess, her hands
still on her bottom, looking for all the world like a fish pulled out of
water and flopping about on dry land.
   It was a powerful display that Mel and Jane watched open mouthed.  Mel's
hand had moved to her pussy and she stroked the plump wet outer lips that
were cut by the g-string that had long since buried itself deep in her
gash.
   Biting her bottom lip and making an almost strangled humming noise to
herself, Mel pulled the sopping g-string off.
   "KATHERINE!" she commanded over the noise of Alison's howls.
   As her daughter turned to look at her, Mel simply pointed down to her
soaking pussy.  Katherine ran across the room and threw herself on her
knees in front of her mother.  She buried her face in her mother's pussy
and began to noisily lick and suck the folded flesh and her stubby clit. 
Mel was still holding the cane and brought the end of it to rest against
her daughter's bottom.  As Katherine felt the cane against her bottom her
licking and sucking became wilder still.
   Mel turned to Jane apologetically.
   "I do hope you don't mind if I give Katherine the final part of her
punishment right now, only I am rather in need!"
   The cane began to flick viciously against Katherine's bottom.
   WHICK!  WHICK!  WHICK!  WHICK!  WHICK!
   "EEEEEEE-mmfff-EEEEEE-mmfff-mmfff-EEEEEEEEE!"
   Mel's eyes rolled back in her head as her daughter screamed into her
pussy.  The powerful sexual urges she felt began to build and she made loud
guttural moans as her daughter squealed onto her clit.
   Jane's pussy throbbed insanely as she watched Mel discipline her
daughter with the cane and with her pussy.  It was time for Alison to learn
some new tricks!  She pulled her soaking wet knickers off, grabbed her
daughter by the hair, pulled her off the floor and marched her over to the
bed.  Jane pointed at Mel and Katherine.
   "Do that for me now, you brat, or I'll get Auntie Mel to cane you all
day long!"
   Alison didn't need any further encouragement.  As her mother lay back on
the bed with her legs spread, she dived between them, pushed her mouth onto
her mother's pussy and began to inexpertly lick it.  Despite her daughter's
amateur efforts, the sensation of a small desperate tongue and the sight of
her daughter's red tear-soaked face buried between her legs was more than
enough to set Jane off.  Her high pitched moans, almost squeals, of delight
as her little daughter ate her pussy contrasted with Mel's low guttural
moans accompanied by the constant flicking of the cane on a small blistered
bottom.
   Jane arched her back; it has only taken a minute and she was going to
cum.  She grabbed Alison's hair in her fist and shoved her daughter's face
deep into her pussy.
   "AAAAAAAAAAAAA!  YEAHSSSSSSSSSSS!" Jane shouted as her body twitched and
writhed in the most tremendous orgasm, her pussy and anus clenching and
relaxing continuously, completely out of control as the pleasure tortured
her body with its intensity; somewhere far away she could hear Mel
shrieking with delight as her own daughter brought to orgasm.
   Slowly the two women came to their senses as their orgasms subsided. 
For a few moments nobody said anything.  Then Mel smiled brightly.
   "Well, that was nice!" she said, pushing her daughter's face away, "Next
time be sure to get your tongue a bit deeper!"
   "Boo hoo!  Yes Mummy!" Katherine wept, her hands on her stinging bottom.
   Mel turned to Jane with an eager smile on her face.
   "Why don't we go downstairs and have a cup of tea?  I can't wait to tell
you what I've got planned!"
   Jane jumped up off the bed.  She too couldn't wait to chat to her new
friend.
   As their mothers left arm in arm chatting happily, the two girls turned
to each other.  Their crying became hysterical as for the first time they
saw the terrible state of each other's bottoms and their minds worked
overtime imagining what appalling punishments that mothers were planning to
give them.
   As they went down the stairs, the mothers heard the renewed bout of
hysterical crying from their daughters.  They turned to each other and
grinned; it was a sound they both intended to hear a lot more of.
   0------------------------------------------------------0
   It was dark and outside the rain lashed the side of the house.  Alison
and Katherine were up in Katherine's bedroom.  They could hear the rain
beating against the window.  It was almost six months since that fateful
day when their mothers had discovered their shared passion.  Now the two
girls' bottoms seem to be common property for both sets of parents.  Their
fathers had been particularly eager to join in; now daddy / daughter
sleepovers had become a regular feature, where the lucky father had two
little girls at his disposal for the whole night.  After a long spanking
for two little bare bottoms with multiple implements, until the poor
bottoms' owners were a shrieking blubbering mess, the father would enjoy
the most outrageous degrading acts with the girls who would be quite
desperate to use their bodies in any way they could to prevent further
spankings.
   Tonight was different though; tonight was an `entertainment' hosted by
the Frobishers in which the two girls had starring roles.  Up in the
bedroom the two girls looked miserably at the costumes laid out for them.
On top of each costume was a different punishment implement which would
then be followed by a painful sex act.  By the end of the evening their
bodies would have been used in every imaginable way as their parents'
insatiable desires were met, and their bottoms would feel as though they
had been sitting on a wasps nest.  The girls blubbered helplessly as they
put on their first costume; Katherine's mum would be up to get them soon
and woe-betide them if they weren't ready.
   Paul Fairchild relaxed in a large armchair in the Frobishers' lounge. 
Like Alan Frobisher, he had already removed his lower clothing so that his
penis was free to enjoy their daughters.  Their wives were virtually naked,
dressed in the skimpiest of underwear and already in a state of high
excitement, as the ever-spreading wet patches on their lace knickers
revealed.  As usual, the ladies had assumed the role of
master-of-ceremonies and he and Alan were happy to watch and take part when
their daughters were sent to them for their penises to administer some
strict daddy / daughter punishment.  Sometimes they enjoyed their own
little daughter and sometimes each other's; their hard cocks were equally
good at punishing both.
   Mel left the room to collect the girls.  An expectant hush fell.  Three
pairs of feet started coming down the stairs and the sound of two little
frightened girls sobbing followed them down.  The door was opened and Mel
led the girls in.
   Alison and Katherine were dressed as little ballerinas.  They each wore
a tight pink leotard and their hair had been tied up into a tight bun on
their heads.  To complete the effect, they each wore dainty ballet shoes
with pink ribbons that wound around their ankles and calves.
   "Go and stand in front of each other's daddy and begin your stretching
exercises!" instructed Mel.
   Alison and Katherine miserably went to stand in front of each other's
father with their backs to them.  How they hated having to do this!  They
shuffled their feet apart and bent over double, stretching to try and put
their palms flat on the floor whilst keeping their legs straight and not
bending their knees.  The true genius of the girls' costumes now became
apparent.  The crotch of the little leotards had been cut right from the
girls' navels at the front to the base of their spine at the back.  The cut
edges of the material had been neatly stitched to form an opening.  As he
girls bent over, the whole of the leotard crotch opened up to reveal the
girls' little genitals in intimate detail.  The costume ensured that not
only would each girl look pretty, but also that their genitals would be
available at all times should an excited adult wish to vigorously use them.
As the girls bobbed their backs and bottoms as part of their stretching
exercises, their pussies and bottom cheeks opened and closed to show their
friend's daddy their most private places.  Alison and Katherine wept with
humiliation as they exposed themselves to a man who wasn't even their own
daddy.
   Each mother now held a thick brown leather tawse in her hand.  Mel
turned and spoke to Jane in an exaggerated loud voice.
   "I don't know, Mrs Fairchild!  These two girls are the laziest we've
ever had at this dance school!"
   "Indeed they are, Mrs Frobisher." Jane replied, playing her part, "I'm
only glad that their parents have given us full permission to thrash their
little bottoms until they do better!"
   "Come here girls!" Mel beckoned.
   Alison and Katherine went to where their strict Mummy-ballet teachers
were waiting.
   "Alison, stand in front of Mrs Fairchild with your back to her. 
Katherine, stand in front of me with your back to me!"
   The girls positioned themselves as they'd been told and found that they
were facing their fathers with their backs to their mothers.  Their mothers
reached down and took hold of their daughter's right leg behind the knee
and begin to lift the leg up.
   "Keep your leg straight, girls!" instructed Mel, "Keep those toes
pointing out!  Let's show these gentlemen what good ballerinas you are!"
   The girls found their right legs being slowly lifted until they were
high up.  Then their mothers' fingers started opening the slit in their
tight leotard crotch so the material sat either side of their little
pussies, exposing them completely to their father's excited gaze.  Finally
each mother separated her daughter's pussy lips and played with the exposed
little hole putting her fingers up it.
   "Such naughty little ballerinas!" exclaimed Jane, her middle finger
several inches up Alison's reluctant clenching vagina.
   "Yes, quite disgraceful!" agreed Mel, her index and middle fingers
searching deep in her daughter's pussy.
   Alison and Katherine wept, their red faces covered with tears as their
mothers humiliated them and excited their fathers making their cocks as
hard as iron ready to strictly penetrate the girls' tight little holes.
   "These naughty girls need to be thrashed, Mrs Fairchild!" grinned Mel.
   "A dose of the strap will make them perform better, Mrs Frobisher."
agreed Jane.
   The girls were released from their painful stretched position.  They
watched helplessly as their mothers dragged the two heavy wooden
straight-backed spanking chairs into the middle of the room with the seats
of the chairs facing their fathers.
   "Up you get!  In front of each other's daddy!" grinned Mel, keen to
display the costumes final secret.
   Weeping mournfully as they eyed the big straps their mothers' hands,
Alison and Katherine climbed up on their knees onto the chair seats and
held onto the back of the chair.  The terrible humiliation of knowing that
their friend's daddy would be looking directly at their little bottom as it
was punished made them cry even more.
   "Bottoms out!" reminded Jane.
   Reluctantly, Alison and Katherine arched their backs and pushed their
bottoms out towards each other's father.  Both girls sobbed fearfully;
their Mummies strapped like maniacs when their dads were watching, and
nothing seemed to make their Daddies' willies as hard as when they were
watching their daughters getting really severely punished.
   "Now you two better hold on tight." said Mel seriously, "If I see
anybodies' hands getting in the way, you know what you'll get!"
   Both girls mewled at the thought; long hard hand canings for both of
them, so bad that they wouldn't be able to hold anything for days.
   "Boo hoo!  We'll hold on, Mummy!" wept Katherine.
   "Boo hoo!  No hands in the way!" sobbed Alison in agreement.
   The mothers stood back, each to the side of her daughter.  As was often
the case, Mel would be strapping using a backhand stroke.  Star of the
local tennis club, Mel's backhand was devastating and it had won her many
matches; something her daughter's bottom was keenly aware of.
   The mothers grinned at each other and reached down to the split in the
rear of their daughters' leotards.  Together they pulled the split wide
open and dragged the material around the side of their daughters' flanks.
The careful design and stitching on the openings and the tightness of the
leotards caused the material to stay parted.  The whole of each girl's bare
bottom poked through the back of their leotard as if they had been pushed
through a hole.  This was going to be a long severe bare bottom strapping.
Paul and Alan sat forward in their chairs, their cocks twitching; they
loved seeing their own and each other's daughter being spanked.
   Mel and Jane stood back and raised their straps.  The fearful wailing
from the girls reached a crescendo as their mothers let fly with full
blooded strokes.  Their fathers watched with glee as the two straps wrapped
themselves around two out-thrust little bottoms making a terrific
`thwaping' noise due to the speed at which they landed.  The girls' bottoms
shook and jerked as the straps landed and two little voices began to scream
in unison as their strict spankings commenced.
   THWAP-THWAP!  THWAPITY-THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP-THWAP!"
   "YEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MUMMEEEEEEEY!  IT HURTS!" shrieked Katherine.
   "NYAAAAAAAA!  MY BUM!  TOO HARD!  EEEEEEEEEEE!" screamed Alison.
   Mel and Jane vigorously strapped their young daughters' bottoms.  They
knew just where to land their straps to get the very best effect.  They
competed to see who could get the nastiest welt or force the tails of the
strap deepest into their daughter's anal crack.  Alison and Katherine
screamed and shook violently as they knelt on the chair seats and had their
bottoms mercilessly strapped by their strict mothers.
   Paul and Alan slowly wanked themselves as they watched each other's
daughters' little bottoms putting on a frantic display of
red-bottomed-dirty-dancing and their little pussies and anuses being
flashed at them as their daughters squealed with pain.  Their cocks
throbbed, craving a tight little hole to relieve their excitement in; it
was so lovely to watch someone else's child displayed themselves so
explicitly as they got spanked.
   THWAP!  THWAP-THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAPITY!  THWAPITY!  THWAP!  THWAP!"
   Katherine and Alison's bottoms had turned a burning red and had thick
welts painted across their wobbling cheeks.  The girls were shaking at the
chair-backs they clung on to making the heavy chairs rock and creak as they
screamed their heads off.  Their bottoms continued their wriggling bouncing
squirming dances as the straps landed across them.
   "YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  STOP!  I'LL DO SEX!" screamed Katherine.
   "YAAAAAAAAAH!  MUMMEEEEEEY!  I'LL LICK YOU!  EEEEEEEEEEIGH!  DADDY!  IN
MY BOTTOM!" shrieked Alison, barely aware of the disgraceful things that
she promised.
   Jane looked over at Mel and they smiled at each other; what could be a
better evening's entertainment for themselves and their husbands than the
strict prolonged punishment of their two little daughters.  Mel looked back
at their husbands and saw them both masturbating their big hard cocks, a
look of pure lust in their eyes.  She nodded towards them and Jane followed
her nod seeing, like her, how desperate their cocks were.  Reluctantly the
mothers finished strapping their daughters.
   "You may rub now, girls!" Mel said.
   The howling girls grabbed their red hot cheeks, pulling and kneading
their welted flesh, oblivious as to how wide their genitals were being
opened up for their friend's father sitting behind them.  Paul and Alan's
cocks jerked as they examined each other's daughter's tiny gaping pussy and
anus.
   Mel went and opened a drawer in the sideboard and took out a large tube
of lubricating gel.  It was kept there permanently to assist with the many
intimate punishments that Katherine often received in the lounge where
Katherine, usually in tears with a red marked bottom, would be required to
satisfy her father's quivering cock with deep insertions into her tight
reluctant holes.
   Mel stretched out her middle and index fingers and squeezed a large
quantity of the gel onto them.  She passed the tube over to Jane who did
the same.  They grinned at each other; it was time for the strict
stretching and lubrication of their daughters' tiny anuses to begin. 
Shooting each other lustful looks, the two women switched positions; it was
even more fun to play with the little bottom hole of someone else's child,
and so humiliating for the child to feel someone else's Mummy's fingers
moving about inside them.
   "Keep those bottom cheeks spread nice and wide, girls!" Mel grinned,
"Your Mummies are going to open up your bottom holes so that they're ready
for you to please each other's daddy with."
   Jane slipped her lubricated fingers between the open cheeks of
Katherine's bottom.  The girl whined as she felt the firm wet fingers touch
her anus.  Jane bent over her until her mouth was near Katherine's ear.
   "Katherine, darling, it's your Auntie Jane here!  I'm going to put my
fingers up your bottom hole for you.  Then you can go and sit in your Uncle
Paul's lap so he can put his willy up your bottom.  Hold onto the chair
tightly, darling, Auntie's fingers have to go all the way up!"
   "Auntieeeeeeeee!" wailed Katherine, as Jane held her index and middle
fingers tight together and pushed both of them deep into the clenched
little anus.
   Katherine had been punished since a very young age by the strict
insertion of her father's penis into her anus and deep into her rectum
beyond.  But, despite years of painful training, her anus was still only
small and it hurt her terribly when big nasty objects stretched it.  She
had cried and squealed earlier that afternoon when her mother had given her
a really big enema to "make her holes clean, ready for Daddy and Uncle
Paul".  How she hated feeling things being put deep into her and moving
about inside her!  Now she could feel Auntie Jane's fingers in her bottom,
wriggling about.  It was bad enough when her Mummy did it and her Daddy put
his willy up it, but having someone else's parents do it...  Katherine's
body shook and she wept piteously.
   "Boo hoo!  Auntie Jane!  Pleeeeeeeease!  Take them out!  It hurts!" she
wept.
   Jane grinned as she twisted her fingers about in Katherine's bottom
hole, opening her two fingers apart so the anus stretched open and her
husband could see into Katherine's rectum.
   " AUNTIE!  NOOOOOOOOO!" wailed Katherine and she felt her hole being
opened; the terrible shame of it made her cry even more.
   Jane smiled back at Paul; his cock was so big and hard; Jane loved
exciting him like this.  It made her own pussy throb and dribble.
   Alison was fairing no better at the hands of her Auntie Mel.  Mel loved
how tight and sensitive the child's anus was.  She had worked on her own
daughter's bottom hole for many years and had grown used to stretching and
manipulating it to make her cry.  Unlike Katherine, little Alison's bottom
hole was virtually untouched and its intimate punishment by big adults was
still a new and dreadful experience for her.  The way Alison mewled and
squealed as she was being stretched set Mel's pussy on fire.  Mel was
slowly feeding her two fingers in and out of Alison's bottom, imitating the
actions of what was soon to be her husband's twitching cock.
   "Gosh, Alison!" Mel remarked as her fingers speeded up, squishing in and
out of the tight hole, "This naughty bottom hole of yours seems to love
having my fingers up it!  Why, it's almost as if it were begging for your
Uncle's willy!"
   "OWWWCHIEEEEEE!  IT HURTS!  IT ISN'T BEGGING!  YEOWWWWW!  AUNTIE! 
STOOOOOOOOP!" Alison howled as Mel's fingers pulled and tugged, firmly
opening the hole up for her husband.
   The two men looked on as their wives put on a most tantalising display
of opening up the reluctant small holes they were going to administer
punishment sex to.  Paul and Alan eagerly looked forward to feeling the
wonderful sensation of someone else's daughter's bottom hole sliding up and
down their engorged cocks.  Alan loved how tight Alison's bottom was and
how she squealed and struggled whilst getting it.  Paul loved how fast
Katherine's anus could slip up and down his cock and how she obediently
followed his every command.
   The fat swollen strap welts that covered each girl's buttocks burned
like fire, yet their mothers' earlier whispered threats of what would
befall them if they failed to obey when they were in front of their fathers
made them both hold their bottoms wide apart for the awful prolonged
stretching and lubrication session to continue.  They both squeaked as
their sphincters were roughly pulled at and wept at the thought that soon
someone else's Daddy's thick cock would force its way up and hurt them even
more.
   Mel shot a look back at their salivating husbands, their cocks twitching
and dribbling pre-cum.
   "Girls, go and sit in each other's Daddy's laps!  I think their willies
want to talk to you!" she tittered.
   Mewling with fear, Alison and Katherine climbed off the chair seats
where they had been kneeling and slowly, reluctantly, made their way to
their friend's father.  Paul and Alan watched the two little ballerinas
approaching them, their cute tight pink leotards split around their crotch
and bottom, pulled wide open at the back so their naked bottoms stuck
through.  As each girl reached her friend's father she turned her back to
him to present her strapped bottom for his personal inspection.
   "Open them up!" commanded Mel.
   Alison and Katherine reached back behind themselves and, accompanied by
sobs of humiliation, opened their bottom cheeks to expose their lubricated
anuses to the man behind them.  Paul and Alan spread their legs apart and
held the base of their penises firmly.  The girls mewled with fear as they
backed up until their bottoms touched their friend's daddy's tummies and
then they slid down the hairy tummies towards the straining penises that
waited for them.
   Paul watched Katherine's little anus being presented to him as she
backed up.  It was such a cute little hole; a small purple red crack
surrounded by an inch or so of darker reddy-brown skin, smooth and shiny,
stretched tight by the firm pulling on each buttock as Katherine obediently
kept her bottom spread.  As Katherine lowered herself, Paul moved his cock
to touch the little girl's anus.  As she sat down, the hot, firm but soft,
skin touched the exposed tip of his cock.  Paul let out a part sigh, part
moan, of pleasure.  Sobbing miserably, Katherine lowered herself more so
the horrible job of getting the big willy into her bottom could begin. 
Paul pushed upwards and the bulbous end of his cock popped past Katherine's
sphincter.  The child wailed as the huge thing went into her bottom.
   "YEEEEEOWWWWW!  UNCLE PAUUUUUUL!  NOT HARD!" Katherine squeaked.
   Paul paid the attention to Katherine's pleas.  Alison's bottom was
lovely, but so tight he could barely move in it.  After years of hard anal
punishment, Katherine's anus could really be used hard and he wanted to
enjoy every second of it.  He thrust up again and almost the whole length
of his cock disappearing into the tight soft hot slippery gripping hole.
   "YEEEEEEEEEIGH!  UNCLE!" shrieked Katherine as the rude painful
intrusion into her most private little hole was so roughly executed.
   "Fast!  Do it fast, Katherine!" Paul demanded.
   Sobbing, with tears and snot dripping off her face, Katherine put her
hands on her head, planted her feet firmly on the floor and began to pump
her bottom up and down, the awful big fleshy daddy-stick painfully ramming
in and out of the tiny rear hole.
   "EEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEE!" she squealed as she punished
her own little hole.
   Paul turned to look at how his own daughter was being punished; it was a
wonderful sight.  Mel and Alan had ganged up to discipline Alison.  Between
them they had many years experience of punishing Katherine's reluctant
little hole and they knew just what to do.  Mel held Alison's hands tightly
out of the way in front of the squealing girl, whilst Alan forced his thick
hard cock up the girl's anus, pulling her onto him and using Alison's own
weight to work her anus down his cock.
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  UNCLE!  NOOOOOOO!  STOOOOOOP!  IT HURTS!  DADDY! 
MUMMY!  MAKE THEM STOP!  PLEEEEEEEEASE!  I'LL BE GOOD ALL WEEK! 
EEEEEEEEEEEE!" Alison shrieked.
   As Alan's cock fully embedded itself, he began the slow delightful
process of teaching Alison how strict painful punishment sex in a little
girl's bottom should be done.  Alison screamed as the big adult cock was
moved in and out of her little hole.
   Paul look back at his own cock slipping in and out of Katherine's tiny
hole as the child obediently moved her bottom up and down.  His own
daughter's howls of protest excited Paul even further.  He reached forward
and began to pinch and maul Katherine's burning strap spanked bottom.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOOOOOOOO!" Katherine howled and her bottom began to
twist and wriggle as she pumped it up and down producing the most
incredible sensations for Paul's cock.
   Paul began to shake and writhe as he felt his orgasm coming.  His cock
became solid and Katherine's bottom made rude windy noises as she forced
herself repeatedly up and down the hard pole.  Paul's body tightened and
his balls drew up into his body; the pleasure exploded and he cried out
with delight as his sperm shot up into Katherine's hard-working anus.
   Alan was not far behind Paul.  The exquisite tightness of Alison's
barely used hole, along with the child's squeals and desperate pleading,
brought him to the edge quicker than normal and, as he heard Paul's
pleasure at cuming up his own daughter's bottom, his body reacted and he
roared with joy as he spurted deep into Paul's daughter.
   The two fathers sat back, warm and satisfied from administering a most
enjoyable punishment to each other's daughters.  Jane and Mel helped their
daughters off the slowly deflating cocks that still occupied their bottoms.
   "And now, gentleman, if you will wait a few minutes," winked Mel, "we'll
take these girls and prepare them for their next little show."
   Paul and Alan grinned as they watched the strict ballet teachers leading
away their wailing little daughters, with their bulbous red welted bottoms
protruding from their pink leotards, ready to be prepared for further
punishment.
   After a short five minutes, the footfall of two strict adults and two
reluctant little girls was heard coming down the stairs.  The door opened
and the men applauded at the exciting sight.  Alison and Katherine had been
dressed in Victorian underwear.  They each wore a short white cotton shift,
the hem of which ended above their hips, and a pair of tight long-legged
white cotton knickers that were secured at the waist and just above the
knees with thin pretty pink ribbons, each tied with a small bow.  The girls
looked adorable and both were crying freely as they each held up a whippy
three-foot-long yellow crook-handled rattan cane.  The girls' mothers had
both removed their own underwear and were now completely naked, their
cheeks flushed and their pussies engorged and soaking wet.  It was easy to
see that during the time upstairs, two little faces had been firmly pushed
into excited adult pussies and little tongues had been busy.  The terrified
girls knew only too well that in this highly excited state, their mothers
would cane their bottoms like demons.
   As they applauded, Paul and Alan's cocks stirred as they thought of the
whippy smacks of the cane against the bare skin of their children's bottoms
and the screams of protest and pleas for clemency from their howling
daughters.  Mel and Jane acknowledged their husbands applaud and Jane
stepped forward.
   "Here at Fairchild's orphanage we expect outstanding behaviour from the
children in our care.  If it were not for such generous benefactors as you
kind sirs, we could not afford to run this establishment as we do.  We were
very sorry to hear that when the girls were sent to you, they made a fuss
about having their clothes taken off.  They need to learn that as orphans
it is their place in life to obey any gentleman they are sent to, whatever
they may be required to do.  Punishment for disobedience in this orphanage
is very severe.  Girls, go to these gentlemen so that they may remove your
knickers to bare your bottoms for the cane."
   The girls were crying hysterically now, hiccupping back sobs and making
frantic mewling sounds at the thought of a full-blown bare bottom caning
right on top of their burning strap welts, delivered by their excited
energetic mothers.  They stumbled forward towards their fathers to have
their knickers taken off.
   "Bwaaaaaaah!  Daddeeeeey, please!  Don't let Mummy cane!" wept
Katherine, as she approached her father, "I'll be good every night this
week for you!  Boo hoo!  With my bottom hole!"
   "Boo hoo!  Daddeeeeeey!" wailed Alison, "I'll kiss your willy!  I'll
lick your bummy hole!  Mummy's going to cane too hard!  Boo hoo!  Take me
upstairs!  I'll be good for you!"
   Ignoring their daughters pleas and offers of compliant little girl sex,
Alan and Paul undid the pretty bows on the waist and legs of the long
knickers and pulled them down revealing their daughter's cute pussies; it
was like unwrapping a daintily wrapped present.
   "Please feel free to play with their little holes!" Jane announced,
"Girls, spread yourselves open so these gentlemen may examine you!"
   Alison and Katherine reached down with both hands and pulled their
little pussies wide open so that their tiny clits and vaginas were on show.
They both began to squeak as their daddies pushed their fingers up them.
   Mel and Jane rubbed their own wet pussies as they watched their
daughters dancing about and wailing as their fathers strictly inserted
their fingers deep into their tiny pussies.  The women's pussies throbbed
as they saw their husbands' cocks re-erecting themselves as they enjoyed
their intimate manual punishment of their little girls.  After allowing a
few minutes of this amusing pastime, Jane stepped forward.
   "Girls, come and kneel on the sofa next to each other; legs apart, heads
down looking back through your legs.  These nice gentlemen want to see your
naughty faces as you are punished."
   Alan and Paul reluctantly withdrew their fingers from their daughters'
tender holes and turned their daughters round to face their mothers.  As
their daughters turned their backs to their fathers and their sore swollen
bottoms were presented, the men couldn't resist landing a hard smack on
each of their daughters' irresistible little cheeks.  The girls howled as
the smacks propelled them towards their waiting mothers.
   Mel and Jane held out their hands for their daughters to pass over the
canes to them.  Then, as Alison and Katherine climbed up onto the sofa, the
two mothers swished the canes through the air making their children wail at
the terrible sound.  Soon, two cute little bottoms were perfectly presented
for their canings as Alison and Katherine obediently dipped their backs and
thrust their buttocks out.  Alan and Paul enjoyed a perfect view of their
daughters' bottoms side-by-side on the sofa.  The girls had spread their
knees wide apart and were bent over tightly with their legs pulled close to
their bodies.  Their exposed pussies winked open at their fathers and their
buttocks were parted to show off their anuses.  Both girls had pushed their
heads back between their legs so their upside-down faces stared out at
their fathers.  Through their tears they watched their fathers masturbating
their cocks, excited in anticipation of watching their daughters receive
their severe canings.  The girls wailed as they saw that their fathers'
cocks were becoming hard again.
   Mel and Jane positioned themselves either side of their daughters, Mel
again demonstrating her phenomenal backhand stroke.  The mothers both their
canes held across their daughters' taught bottoms and moved the canes in a
sawing motion over the strap welted cheeks.
   "Naughty girls get severe canings!" Mel taunted.
   "Until little bottoms blister!" joined in Jane.
   "And they do everything they're told to!" grinned Mel.
   "Anything at all!" Jane agreed.
   The mothers allowed their daughters to entertain the adults for several
minutes with their weeping babyish pleas of how they would indeed do
anything for their strict parents right away; soon there was no promise too
degrading or sexually explicit that it hadn't been made; every adult bottom
hole would be licked clean for a month, big gaping mummy pussies eaten, big
scary daddy willies swallowed however sick it made them and two little
bottom holes and pussies were held wide open in desperate invitation for
thick hard cocks to use them in return for not being caned.
   Mel and Jane's fingers were busy in their pussies; how they loved
hearing their daughters begging like this and how they would force them to
make good on those promises in return for just a few cane strokes less than
they would have got anyway.
   Mel signalled to Jane and the mothers raised their canes behind their
heads.  The girls began to scream and babble incoherently as they saw that
their mummies were going to cane them with full long strokes.
   THWICK-THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICKITY!
   The two canes whipped across the fullest parts of the girls' protruding
bottoms and their ear-splitting shrieking began.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!" squealed Katherine, "MUMMEEEEEEEEY!  MY
BOTTOM!"
   "YAAAAAAAAAAH!  MY BUM!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!  PLEEEEEEEEASE!  screamed
Alison.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK-THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Alan and Paul watched mesmerised as their screaming daughters' faces
looked up at them from between their spread legs.  The girls' pussies and
anuses flexed open and closed each time when the cane flattened their
bottom cheeks as each vigorous stroke was brought to a juddering halt by
their sensitive little bums.  Their daughters wriggled and bucked like they
were riding runaway horses and their screams assaulted the adults' ears.
   Mel and Jane enjoyed caning their daughters.  No excuse was ever too
small for the cane to be taken out of its hiding place, little knickers to
be taken off and a long mother / daughter `chat' to ensue, accompanied by
the most terrible squeals and the most delightful bottom waggling.  The
mothers whipped away at the little bottom cheeks with no regard for the
shrieking pleas of their children, only the most incredibly powerful
throbbing in their own dribbling pussies drove them on.  Soon the two
little bottoms were a mass of thick blistered cane wheals that crossed each
other repeatedly.  Mel and Jane had reached a sexual frenzy and their
bodies shook as their pussies spasmed and demanded attention.  The two
women looked at each other knowingly and threw down their canes; they
needed immediate dominating sex with their daughters.  Paul and Alan sat
forward in their armchairs; they loved seeing their wives sexually lose it
and use their daughters.
   Mel grabbed Katherine by the hair and pulled her up from the sofa,
thrusting her daughter's face into her gaping pussy.  Jane jumped onto the
sofa, lay back and grabbed Alison's hair to pull the girl's face between
her legs.  Desperate to avoid a second
`you-didn't-try-hard-enough-licking-mummy' caning, both girls went wild
trying to sexually satisfy their mothers.  Katherine loudly slurped and ate
her mother's pussy, her face and outstretched tongue deep in her.  Alison's
frightened muffled wails came from between Jane's legs where the strict
mother had wrapped her legs around Alison's head, suffocating the child
deep in her big soaking hole.  The women moaned in ecstasy, demanding ever
greater efforts from their little daughters.
   "LICK DEEPER!  NOW!  I'LL CANE YOU EVERY NIGHT FOR A WEEK!  YESSSSSSS!
LIKE THAT!" Mel wailed.
   "QUICKER!  QUICKER!  LICK QUICKER!  I'LL USE THE SAND-PAPER PADDLE IF
YOU DON'T LICK QUICKER!  OOOOOOOO!  OH GOD!  LIKE THAT!  MMMMMMMMMM!"
panted Jane.
   For the next ten minutes the mothers drove their daughters to the most
extreme activity to pleasure their needy adult holes.  Long before the end,
canes had been picked back up and were being re-applied to the two welted
little bottoms as the girls screamed into their mothers' pussies, something
the women both found highly pleasurable.  Eventually Jane began to twist
and shudder as her body tensed and she lost control, the most unbelievable
orgasm ripping through the body.  Mel began to scream as she convulsed, her
body twisting and writhing as an agonising pleasure exploded in her every
cell.
   It took a few moments for Jane and Mel to recover as their shaking
daughters wept at the intensity of their mother's use of them and the
appalling pain in their cane whipped bottoms.  Mel and Jane smiled
sheepishly at their husbands.
   "Well, that was nice!" Mel blushed.
   "Very!" mumbled Jane, blushing too.
   The mothers regarded their howling daughters.
   "Let's get these two upstairs!" said Mel looking over at Paul and Alan's
aching cocks, "I think these naughty little girls have still got some
punishments left to come!"
   Mel and Jane escorted Alison and Katherine back upstairs.  Alan and Paul
moaned as their hard cocks twitched and throbbed, desperate for their
obedient daughters' tight little holes to deeply penetrate and vigorously
use.  Suddenly, from upstairs, there were a number of crisp loud smacking
noises accompanied by desperate girlish screams.  It appeared that a paddle
was being applied to two cane welted little bottoms.  Paul and Alan could
only wonder at what sort of compliance was being demanded that required
such strict unrelenting persuasion.
   As the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs came to their ears,
Paul and Alan could hear the frightened mewling wails of their daughters.
The door to the lounge opened the girls were propelled in front of their
mothers into the room.
   Both girls were dressed as oversized babies.  In place of a normal
diaper, small white towels had been fastened around the girls' bottoms in
traditional diaper style, secured by large pink safety pins.  Fastened
around the necks of both girls were large plastic fleeting bibs.  Other
than the diaper and bib, both girls were naked.  The girls' hair had been
tied in babyish bunches either side of their heads with pink ribbons.  In
their left hands each girl held a plastic bucket with a folded plastic
sheet in the bucket.  In their right hands they each held a thin white
plastic rod of about two feet in length with one end wrapped in black
electrical tape to form a handle.  Both mothers each held two lengths of
thick Velcro tape.
   Paul gave a small involuntary moan of pleasure and his penis
spontaneously emitted a blob of pre-cum.  The wicked-looking rods the girls
were holding had one main use, the strict discipline their daughters'
genitals.  Alison would scream and scream when her mother started to whip
that super-flexible springy rod onto her daughter's pussy and anus.  But
that was nothing compared to the plastic bucket and sheet; that could only
mean one thing, a long daddy / daughter deep throat training session.  Poor
Alison and Katherine's throats would be obliged to repeatedly swallow their
fathers' thick aching cocks, however many times they were sick, until the
most wonderful lingering cums had been drawn out of their fathers' spasming
pleasure-wracked bodies.  The girls were wailing with fear at the prospect
of having their little pee-pee and bum-bum holes stick-spanked and then
having their daddies' big fleshy willies pushed down their throats.  Mel
and Jane grinned at their husbands' jerking cocks that were both now
dripping pre-cum.
   "These naughty babies!" exclaimed Mel, "Simply can't keep their naughty
little bits clean!"
   "Yes," agreed Jane, "and so messy when they eat too; always throwing up
everywhere!"
   "I think we need to punish them, Mummy Jane!  Don't you?" smiled Mel.
   "Yes, Mummy Mel!" grinned Jane, "They need their naughty bits to be hurt
badly so they remember to keep them clean."
   "Yes!" grinned Mel, "And then they need to be taught that throwing up is
only allowed when a Daddy's willy causes it!"
   "Get on the sofa, girls!" Mel demanded, "On your backs, legs up and
knees held against your chest.  That's the position we change naughty
babies diapers in."
   "And spank them too!" giggled Jane.
   Alison and Katherine made high-pitched frightened squeaking sounds as
they slowly got into position.  A nasty spanking for each of them upstairs
with the big heart-shaped lexan paddle on top of their cane blistered
bottoms had made it clear that failure to obey their mothers during the
final, most severe, part of their discipline would result in the most
terrible bottom pain.
   The girls sat on the sofa side-by-side and lay back, shuffling forward
so they were lying with their bottoms over the edge of the sofa and their
shoulders resting on the seatback behind them.  They lifted up their legs
and pulled back their knees so their thighs were resting against their
tummies.
   "Hold your feet with your hands!" instructed Mel.
   The girls clasped a foot in each hand, their legs stretching wide apart.
Mel and Jane bent down and unfastened the diaper towels, drawing them off
to reveal the girls' open genitals and red bulbous blistered bottoms.  Paul
and Alan could see that there was now a big blister on the centre of each
of the girls' bottom cheeks where the paddle had been at work.
   "Gosh!" tittered Jane, "Look at how red their bottoms are, Mummy Mel! 
Why do you think that is?"
   "Why, some sort of diaper rash I shouldn't wonder!" grinned Mel, "These
bratty little babies can't be left for a moment without something going
wrong.  We shall have to treat them later with one of our special `mummy
lotions' I think!"
   Alison and Katherine wailed in terror; being held down in the bathroom
whilst their Mummies poured neat surgical alcohol over their whipped
bottoms felt like being set on fire; if only they could find a way to offer
some deep intimate sex to their mothers to persuade them not to!
   Their mothers busied themselves winding the Velcro tape around the backs
of their daughters' knees and their arms so that each arm was bound to a
knee.  In less than a minute, both girls had their legs stretched well back
and their arms fastened to their legs so that little hands couldn't get in
the way of their strict genital spanking.  Satisfied with their work, Mel
and Jane picked up a whippy plastic rod each and bent over their daughter,
holding the rod against the girls' pussies.  The mothers then deliberately
took their time, making sure they were in the best position to whip the rod
between their daughter's legs, moving their position a little bit, whipping
the rod down through the air towards their daughter's exposed pussy and
anus, then moving their position and trying again.
   This prolonged game of getting-ready-to-spank drove the girls hysterical
with fear and they once again began to entertain the adults with their
tales how they might sexually pleasure them.  Alison pledged to join daddy
in the shower every morning with a pre-lubricated anus for him to use
before he went to work; Katherine promised to be under the table during the
adult weekly card game to constantly throat cocks, eat pussies and clean
big adult hairy bottom holes with her long wriggly tongue.  The desperate
pleas went on as the mothers made themselves ready.
   "Mummy Jane," smiled Mel, "are we ready to discipline these bad babies'
naughty bits?"
   "Yes, indeed, Mummy Mel!" smiled Jane, "I think this will teach them
both a very good lesson."
   The whippy rods began making excruciating visits to the two exposed tiny
pussies and anuses.  The girls screamed their heads off as their genitals
were strictly punished.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  MUMMEEEEEEEEEY!" shrieked Alison.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!" screamed Katherine.
   The girls' bound legs and arms waved about in the air and their bottoms
bucked up and down on the sofa looking as though they were having wild sex
with imaginary penises.  Their pussies, anuses and sensitive inner bottom
cheeks began to mark with reddening swelling lines that were left by the
rods.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOOOOOOOOP!  I'LL SWALLOW DADDY'S WILLY!" screamed
Alison.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  IT HURTS!  DADDY, MAKE ME SICK WITH YOUR WILLY!  MAKE
THE SPANKING STOP!" Katherine squealed.
   The mothers smiled at each other; now the distasteful task of
deep-throating their daddies while they were repeatedly sick was being
requested with the most heartfelt pleas in return for the terrible genital
rod-whipping to stop.
   "If Mummies are nice," wondered Mel, "and let you off the rest of your
naughty-bits spanking, will these babies be good for their daddies?"
   "YESSSSSSSSSS!" screamed Alison, "PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!  STOP!  I'LL TAKE
DADDY'S WILLY!  BALLS DEEP!  TILL I'M SICK!"
   "MUMMEEEEEEEEEY!" howled Katherine, "I'LL BE GOOD!  I'LL THROAT DADDY!
SUPER-FAST!  HOW HE LIKES IT!"
   "Very well," smiled Mel, "Mummy Jane and I will just give you a few more
really hard ones to remind you to be good!"
   Mel and Jane grinned as they let rip with searing full force strokes on
their daughters' pussies and anuses.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  THROAT TILL SICK!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Katherine shrieked.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  BALLS DEEP!  KEEP IN THROAT!" squealed Alison.
   Mel and Jane removed the Velcro straps and the girls grabbed at their
swollen pussies and bum holes pathetically pawing at their sore swollen
orifices as their hoarse squeals and frantic gymnastics entertained the
adults.
   After a few minutes of this fine display, Mel clapped her hands
together.
   "Well girls, are you going to lie their wriggling all night, or are you
going to look after your daddies, or," Mel lowered her voice making it
hard, "are we going to start all over again and give those naughty bits of
yours the spankings they truly deserve?"
   Wailing with fear, the two girls jumped up and rushed over to their
waiting fathers.
   "Bwaaaaaaah!  Please, Daddy!" wept Katherine, "Let me throat your willy!
I'll make you feel so nice!  Boo hoo!  You can make me sick all you want!"
   "Eeeeeeeeeee!  Daddeeeeeeeey!" blubbered Alison, who was still unused to
the terrible sensation of her father's thick meat sliding down her throat,
"P...please put your willy d...down my throat!  Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!"
   The girls began to prepare for their strict punishment of pleasuring
their fathers.  They took the plastic sheets from their buckets and their
fathers obligingly stood so they could lay the sheets over the seat of the
armchairs and on the floor in front.  Then the girls carefully placed their
buckets on the floor next to the middle of the chair.  Paul and Alan sat
back in the armchairs, draping their legs over the arms of the chairs and
sliding down in the seats so their balls overhung the edge of the seat and
dangled over the bucket.  The girls knelt in front of their daddies,
sobbing at the thought of the awful punishment the hard twitching adult
cocks were going to administer to them.  Behind them came the terrible
sound of two canes being viciously swished through the air as their mothers
reminded them of the bottom pain that failure to comply would mean. 
Katherine and Alison wailed with fear as they heard the canes swishing;
their bottoms simply couldn't take anymore!  They grabbed their fathers'
cocks, opened their mouths and began to feed them down their throats.
   Paul let out an audible moan of joy as Alison's hot tight throat began
to slide down over his sensitive glans; it was the most incredible
sensation he knew.  He craved administering this strict discipline to his
daughter.  He grabbed her head in both hands and pushed himself in further.
Alison's eyes bulged as another three inches of her father's cock entered
her mouth and went down her throat.
   "GURRRRRRRRRRRK!  URRRRRRRRRRPH!"
   Poor Alison gagged and belched as her father throated her.  Paul's body
was on fire with pleasure; he dragged his cock out of Alison and it has
left her throat with an audible popping noise.  Alison retched into the
bucket.  She lifted her head up and obediently opened her mouth.  Daddy's
willy had to do its squirts into her throat or she would be punished by her
mother until she had no bottom left.
   Paul took hold of Alison's ears and slowly, delicately, inserted the
whole length of his cock down her throat.  Then he began to slowly move her
head up and down.
   "GAAAAAARK!  BLURRRRRRRPH!  GURRRRRRRRK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!"
   Alison's guttural protests did nothing but arouse Paul even more; he had
come to associate his daughter's terrible gagging and retching with his own
amazing pleasure.  As Alison's throat moved up and down his cock, its soft
tightness providing the most wonderful friction, Paul wailed and moaned
openly with joy.
   He glanced at Alan who was strictly using Katherine.  After many years
of enjoying his daughter's throat, Alan used sterner measures to punish
Katherine.  He had one hand on the back of her head and was holding her
nose with the other as he pumped into her, making her throat convulse madly
around his cock as she fought to breath.  He motioned to Mel to come and
help; it was time to severely punish their daughter together.
   Mel knew what her husband wanted and she immediately took over from him.
Holding Katherine's hair tight in both fists, she lifted her daughter's
head off Alan's cock.  Katherine miserably used the bucket.
   "What happens now, sweetie?" Mel asked her daughter.
   Katherine's terrified voice came from the bucket.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  Super-fast daddy throat!" she wailed.
   Mel's pussy spasmed as Katherine said the words.  She lifted her
daughter's head up and Alan reinserted his cock.  Then Mel began to slam
her daughter's head up and down in Alan's lap, his cock plunging in and out
of Katherine's little throat.
   "GRAK!  GRAK!  GRAK!  GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A!  BURRRRRRRRPH!  GAK! 
GAK! GAK!  GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A!"
   Alan began to shake as the incredible sensation drove him over the edge.
He howled with pleasure as his cock twitched in his daughter's throat
squirting his cum into her.
   Paul watched this outstanding display of strict parental discipline as
his own daughter's throat pleasured his cock and she copiously gagged and
retched.  He glanced over at his wife and saw Jane had her fingers stuffed
up her pussy as she masturbated furiously watching the scene in front of
her.  Paul's balls began to tighten and a second hard intense, almost
painful, orgasm formed, being drawn out of him by the gagging reluctant
throat of his disciplined daughter.  He gasped and writhed as his body
muscles tightened, his prostate began to convulse and his cock went solid
and jumped in his daughter's throat as he squirted his sperm.  It seemed to
go on forever, Paul moaning and twisting, his cock squirting, the pleasure
overwhelming.  He heard Jane wailing with delight as an orgasm ripped
through her too.  Then he collapsed back into the seat, spent, the only
sound in the room seeming to be two little girls retching comprehensively
into their plastic buckets.
   Jane smiled slowly to herself, her body still fizzing from its orgasm.
She felt no pity for her little daughter and her friend; their poor ruined
bottoms and miserable sickness were merely a by-product of their strict
parental upbringing.  Indeed, their behaviour was exemplary and their
grades had never been better!  She wryly reflected that her daughter had
spent years wishing for a friend who was spanked as much as she was;
perhaps, Jane reflected, she should have been more careful what she wished
for.
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
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