In a leafy suburb of south London there was a fine old house situated on a corner of two quiet residential roads. Unlike many of the grand Edwardian houses nearby, this one was well maintained and was obviously the home of someone who appreciated fine things. Inside the House, there were five bedrooms, living room, dining room and a large cellar room. The décor inside was very tasteful and there was rich carpet on all the floors expensive furnishing and fine artworks filled each room. This was the home of the Marsh family. Ronald Marsh was a former Army officer now in his mid 40's and head of his own freight forwarding company. His wife Mary was a respected society lady who was engaged in charity work and attended Church functions. They had two beautiful pre-teen daughters. Jane (11) and Sarah (9) went to the local Church School. Both were keen on horse riding, outdoor activities and also sang in the local Church choir. The Marshes enjoyed a good life, two foreign holidays a year and two new BMW's in the driveway. They were a contented hard working family with no problems or worries. Or at least that is how they would appear.

In recent years Ronald's business had been through a rocky patch. He had been under a lot of stress and was often away from home. Mary had always existed in his shadow and was unfulfilled. Now her daughters were older she had turned to drink and was becoming something of a lush. Jane and Sarah had never had the parental attention they felt they deserved and were rapidly turning into scheming spoiled brats. Although they had everything they wanted materially they never missed an opportunity to upset their mother. The communication between the family members had deteriorated steadily. The girls had been getting poor reports from school. Ronald, faced with pressure at work and now at home had become prone to violent mood swings and loss of temper. Mary was loosing control and making gaffs in public, she had lost the respect of her daughters and was becoming depressed. The situation seemed to be spiralling out of control until "The incident" which prompted Ronald Marsh to re-evaluate his priorities and embark on a drastic set of measures to save his family.

Mary had been dreading the coming weekend. Ronald was away on business and she always missed him most at the weekends. To make matters worse she'd been asked to speak at the churchwomen's group dinner on Friday night. These occasions were not much fun to attend alone. It also meant that she'd have to leave the girls to their own devices until very late. This was a worry as their behaviour recently was getting out of hand. They always played up when Ronald was away. That Friday afternoon Mary waited for the girls to come home from school, late as usual. Both were dressed in their netball strip as there had been an inter-school match and both girls played for the school team in there respective year. Mary was a little concerned that they had been walking home in such short skirts and made a mental note to get them some new more modest ones.

"Don't they have a changing room at the school these days?" Asked Mary, as she looked the two of them up and down. They were both slim girls, chestnut hair. Jane's was shoulder length, Sarah had hers cut shorter in a fashionable 'bob'. The both looked flushed from physical exertion. Jane answered in a characteristically sarcastic tone.

"Yes they do have them, but they smell, the showers are cold and you have to undress in front of the plebs."

"There's no need for that kind of insulting talk." Said Mary, "I thought you were all team mates, and even a cold shower is better than walking home soaked in perspiration, you will be the smelly one if you carry on like that."

"Oh Mom, now you call me smelly! That's nice I'm sure, now can I go for my shower or what?" Jane really was quite a cheeky girl when her father was away.

"You watch your tone with me young lady, you can both get upstairs to the showers, but you can leave your dirty clothes in the utility room and I'll put them straight into the wash. You can both iron your own school uniforms and netball strip tonight while I'm out!"

Sarah shrugged "I'm not doing it tonight, I've got someone coming over to help with my maths."

Mary stepped forward as Sarah turned away. "You, young lady will do as you are told, now bring your bags into the utility room and take out your uniforms, whites in one pile, navy in another, then take off your strip and do the same with that. Then go upstairs and take a much needed shower both of you, and don't answer back!"

Jane picked up her bag and sighed. "Come on kiddo, mommy's getting a moody on, let's be goodie goodies".

Mary turned to her eldest daughter. "You insolent girl, you would not be so cheeky if your father was here. You would both be getting your legs well and truly smacked by now."

"Oh mommy, Daddy hasn't done anything like that since I was little. We're to old for that now and anyway it's very unfashionable to hit your children these days. Didn't you know?" Jane looked defiantly at Mary. In a sudden fit of rage Mary struck her daughter hard with her open hand across the face. There was a loud slap and a muffled gasp.

"Not another word!" Mary was shouting now, anger had overwhelmed her. "In the utility room NOW!"

The girl's shuffled into the cold dark utility room; Sarah was quite shocked by her mother's outburst and was soon actively sorting her clothes out on the floor in front of the washing machine. Jane was holding her scarlet cheek, and sniffling as she opened her sport bag. Mary switched on the light and stood over them as they crouched down emptying their bags onto the bare tiled floor.

"Leave your shoes in the bags and take them upstairs with you, your trainers too. Now, quickly, get undressed. The girls were soon stripped to their white cotton training bras and navy blue Lycra games knickers. They stood shivering a little. Both had very good figures, slim and athletic with beautiful legs and very thin waists. It was true to say that Sarah did not really warrant a bra yet, but girls were so sensitive about these things.

"Come on now get those sweaty things off and get upstairs before you catch cold".

Soon they were both naked putting their undergarments in the correct pile. As they stood up Mary noticed both her daughters were completely hairless, and their vaginas otlined perfectly under the harsh light. She looked at the naked girls and for the first time recognised their imminent sexual allure. The absence of pubic hair only highlighted the fact that they both had smooth pink labia tucked between their legs. Their bare chests drew attention to their stiff pink nipples. In the chill of the evening they stood right out hard and rigid. Yet these little girls were far from grown. Mary felt remorse at having hit Jane and resolved to talk to her about it later. As the girls turned to go upstairs Mary opened up the washing machine and bent down to collect up the whites for the first load. Two damp cotton training bras.

Two school blouses two sports shirts, two pairs of white uniform socks. The underwear that the girls had worn before changing into their sportswear remained. Mary shook her head. There were regulations at the school that prohibited the wearing of very brief panties. There were two pairs of tiny white lace trimmed CK knickers and matching bra on the floor.

Both girls had been sent home on previous occasions for wearing these, and still they risked it? As she popped them in the machine Mary wondered how they had become so wet in the sports bag. She closed the door on the machine and loaded the soap powder and switched on. She then picked up the Navy blue garments and set about folding them ready to put in next. Two pleated uniform skirts, two netball skirts, two pairs of navy sports socks, and finally the navy high leg knickers. Mary checked carefully, both pairs were damp from the exertion of the game, but Jane's pair was absolutely soaked at the gusset, almost dripping. A frown came over Mary's face...

Mary walked in to Jane's room holding the wet panties. "Jane, what is the meaning of this? How did you manage to make this mess, is there any thing wrong?" Jane froze for a second and then continued to towel down after her shower.

"Yuk, mom, It was a very hard game, it's just sweat, what are you suggesting, that I didn't get to the toilet in time?" Mary looked her daughter in the eye, but Jane avoided her gaze.

"I hope you are telling the truth young lady, it's bad enough you walk home half dressed, but if I find out there's been any hanky-panky you will be for the high jump" No more was said and Mary went downstairs again. Sarah appeared wrapped in a towel in the doorway of her sister's room.

"God, that was close Jane, d'you think she knows anything?"

"No, she doesn't know shit, she's just a suspicious old cow, don't you say anything... you are not exactly innocent yourself, so keep your mouth shut." Jane got back to drying her hair and Sarah flitted off down the hall to her room.

The girls came down to the kitchen where Mary had prepared Pizza. "Now, finish your supper and wash up, then don't forget the washing and ironing. You can still work on your maths Sarah as long as you remember to do your share of the ironing. Now, I'm going up to get ready, I have to leave in half an hour. As Mary stepped out of the house into the damp night air she left her daughters sprawled on the living room floor in their jeans and t-shirts watching TV with strict instructions about homework, washing and ironing. She had also warned them that she would be quite late and that they should both be in bed by 9:30. It was after midnight when Mary pulled into the driveway of her home.

The dinner had been so-so but everyone had been complementary about her talk on maintaining standards in the modern society. On arriving home she feared something awful had happened when she realised all the downstairs lights were still on. She walked quickly to the front door and realised to her distress that it was not closed properly, on stepping into the hall she was conscious of a strong smell of cigarette smoke, she called out, "Jane! Sarah! What's going on, Jane where are you, the door's wide open"

With that the door to the living room burst open and two boys stumbled out into the hall, they brushed past Mary mumbling "Thanks Mrs. Marsh, great party!" and ran out of the door into the street giggling. Mary was quite shocked; they could have been anybody.

She went into the living room, the air was thick with stale smoke, and there were several beer cans and an empty wine bottle in the middle of the floor and two saucers full of cigarette-ends, some of which were coated with lipstick. Sarah was slumped in an armchair asleep with a beer can in her hand; Jane was sprawled on a floor cushion with one leg up on the sofa. Mary gasped in horror. Both girls wore heavy make-up; they never had been allowed to paint their faces like that. They also wore very tight and impossibly short mini skirts, Sara had a black Lycra one, and Jane wore a silvery Lurex one.

They both looked like a couple of street girls from Kings Cross. Mary cried out, tears of shame and anger came at the same time, "Get up you little whores! Get up and get into the bathroom, what the hell do you think you are doing....."

Sarah looked up and dropped the beer can, it spilled on the carpet, she came to her senses and tried to grab it but slipped of the chair and ended up sitting on the floor with her skirt up round her waist.

"Mommy! She shrieked... but, but, ooooooh Mommy!"

"Don't speak to me just get your self to the bathroom now" The startled little girl tried to get up but was obviously quite drunk, as she flopped about trying to stand Mary noticed she was wearing a pink and white lace thong under her mini-skirt. Mary grabbed a handful of Sarah's hair and dragged her to her feet, she yelped with shock and pain.

"You filthy.. little.. slutty.. whore! Where did you get these cheap tart's clothes?" each word was punctuated by a fierce slap across 9-year-old girl's flushed face. The whacks were so hard that they would have knocked the slender girl to the floor, but Mary held her up by her hair. She then dragged the now disoriented and bawling child out of the living room and into the utility room where she was slapped again hard across the face and left in a wailing heap on the floor. The commotion had roused Jane and as Mary re-entered the living room she was trying to get up, but also had difficulties and at one point fell backward onto the sofa with her legs splayed revealing that she also was wearing a thong but made of black PVC.

"Of all the perverted little harlots, wake up! I leave you alone for one night and you turn my house into a brothel!".

Jane was barely conscious and breathing alcohol fumes as her mother took her by hair. Mary wrenched her daughter up so her head rested over the back of the sofa and held her there, chin up, while a barrage of hard slaps reddened the side of her face. Jane started to yell, "Ow, Ow Aaah Ow "

Mary dragged her on her knees and by her hair into the utility room, where she found Sarah on all fours retching into a pool of vomit on the tiled floor. Jane was deposited next to her sister and as Mary went back to the hall to remove her coat the sound of Jane emptying her stomach followed her. After about half an hour cleaning up the mess in the living room and washing up in the kitchen she returned to the utility room. Jane and Sarah had stopped being sick and were sitting on the floor with their knees up holding their heads.

"Here, drink some water" She held out two plastic cups to the girls. They both groaned tearfully and sipped the water.

"You two have got a lot of explaining to do. That can wait until tomorrow. Now take off those harlot's outfits and get upstairs to bed. If you still feel sick you can stay down here, you'll both clean up here tomorrow. Both girls made half-hearted attempts to undress. Mary was in no mood to wait around, it was late and she was very tired. She bent down and wrenched Jane's T-shirt off. She had a PVC bra on which matched her thong, that was discarded with the T-shirt, then her slippers, and the hold-ups came off, Mary grappled with the tiny zipper on the mini skirt and off it came. Her daughter cried and moaned as she was manhandled out of her clothes. Lastly the black plastic thong was ripped down and off leaving her naked and sobbing on the floor. Mary then took her by the hair and dragged her stumbling out of the room, along the hall and all the way up to her room.

"We'll continue tomorrow when you are sober". Back into the utility room it was Sara's turn to be stripped, the frightened child tried to resist her mother and shuffled on her behind into the corner of the room and curled up in a ball sobbing. "Go away, leave me alone".

Mary was incensed. She grabbed the girl's hair with both hands and dragged her wriggling body out of the corner. The screaming little Sarah was hauled up and draped back over the washing machine. Mary released one hand from the girls hair, and pulled her head back with the other so her tearstained face looked up to her mother. She was pinned in place her pleading face exposed. The slaps came fast and heavy, the screaming got louder and louder. Mary swapped hands and gave Sarah the same treatment on the other side of her grimacing face. "You do not defy me slut" Mary beat her daughter severely, swapping sides until both her hands were too sore to slap any more. Sarah did not put up any fight as her clothes were removed. She too had to be dragged upstairs to her bed naked and sobbing loudly.

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The next morning Mary was up early. She phoned Ronald and told him that he had to come home as there were serious problems. She only gave brief details, but he was very upset at what had happened and promised to be home by that very evening. His final words on the phone were.

"They are both going to be very severely punished... you can tell them that now!" Mary went upstairs, she knew she's put the fear of god into her daughters last night. Her hands were still sore from the slapping. She felt that the situation was in hand and for the first time in a long time she felt "in control".

The girls would be made to clean up the mess in the utility room first, then they would be allowed to shower and clean up. Mary knew that Ronald would be home by the early evening she wanted the girls to be dressed exactly as she had found them the night before when he confronted them. She knew that Ronald despised sluts and to see the girls dressed so provocatively would drive him to do something drastic about their punishments.

To ensure she would keep the girls under strict control she was going to carry on where she'd left off last night. The face slapping had done the trick, so she went to the cupboard under the stairs and found one of the girls' riding whips. It was a long thin one covered in fine leather, which tapered along its length.

At the tip it was only half the thickness of a pencil and where the leather clad steel rod ended there was about three inches of leather thong which dangled loosely. It made a shrill swishing sound as it cut through the air. Sarah had been the most defiant and had been given the extra slapping, Mary suspected this was because 11-year-old Jane had drunk more alcohol and had no stomach for rebellion This may not last. With whip in hand she marched into Sarah's room and drew open the curtains.

"Get out of bed you lazy slut" Sarah moaned and peeped over the quilt. Mary had the whip behind her back. The memory of the previous night registered in the little girl's face and she pulled the quilt back over her head. Mary snatched back the quilt. She took the little girl by the hair and yanked her out of bed and on to the floor.

"You will do exactly as you are told today young lady or you will find yourself in much pain!" Sarah focused on the whip and whimpered as she curled up on the floor to protect herself. Mary noticed that her daughter had obviously got out of bed during the night and found a pair of panties to put on.

"Right, just so we understand each other, today you are going to make amends by cleaning up downstairs, it's a filthy mess. Then you are going to be presented to your father when he gets home and he has promised me that you will be punished most severely. If you do not do as I say I will punish you with this!" Mary swished the whip menacingly making the girl wince. "So that you are in no doubt as to my intentions you are going to get a little sample here and now.... Stand Up!"

Sarah started to sob, bleating for mercy and cowering under the whip. "If you obey me you will get six strokes, if you disobey me we will continue until you learn to do as your told, clear?"

Little Sara nodded tearfully eyeing the twitching leather tail on the end of the whip. Now you are going to get into a position for the whip and you will hold that position until I say so, understood?"

Sara again nodded vigorously unable to speak but sobbing quietly.

"Take down your panties and sit down on the bed" Sarah did so, the pink cotton briefs fell to her ankles and she stood for a moment with her hands clasped in front of her hairless pubic mound. She quickly sat down.

"Now lie back across the bed and raise your knees up to your chest." Sarah did so gasping and starting to hyperventilate. "Spread your thighs wide open and hold your knees in place with your hands" Sarah again gasped as she exposed her bare buttocks and everything between them to her mother and the whip. "Now my girl I want the truth, did you let those boys touch you there?"

Mary dangled the leather tail over her pre-teen daughter's gaping pink pussy, lightly brushing the rather obvious hard pink bud that looked as if there had most definitely been some urgent manual attention there even within the last couple of hours.

"Well? Lying or refusal to answer is disobedience you know. It looks to me as though you have been hiding in bed playing with yourself! Thinking about last night and rubbing yourself were you?" Sara cried out and turned her face away as she admitted her sins. Second later she was screaming at the top of her voice as the whip cut across her thighs and buttocks, hard stinging swats aimed to send the swishing whip end on to her hot pink slit. The six swats were over quickly and Sarah released her knees and rolled about on the bed screeching in pain. Her bottom and thighs had deep red welts that stood out hard and proud from her pale smooth skin where the thin end of the whip had cut deep into her. The leather thong had flicked in between the buttocks to slap onto the tender pink petals and the bulging clitoris which was now reddened and obviously causing a lot of discomfort.

"That's to let you know what you are in for, if you disobey me today. Your father I'm sure will have a lot more to give you when he gets here." Mary turned to find a horrified Jane standing in the doorway.

"Right madam, your turn, you saw the position and what you are going to get... hurry up!" Poor little Jane started to shake her head but Mary brought the whip down sharply across the front of her thighs. After a couple more persuaders Jane was in position and opening her own rather wet pussy to receive her dose of the stinging whip. Mary noticed the child's state of arousal. She was very wet as if she had only just been playing with herself, more obviously her clitoris was standing hard and rigid between her pussy lips "Look at you, you as well? Been thinking about your antics last night and masturbating yourself haven't you?"

Jane just shrugged in shame. As she was older, Mary gave her an extra hard whipping. Swinging the whip from right behind her head, which made her daughter loose control and kick her legs wildly. Because of this she was given six more, Mary aimed the extra swats to cut right across the little girl's open pussy lips. As the last stroke fell right on to her clit Jane squealed so hard she lost control of her bladder and sent a small jet of pee into the air and across the floor.

"When you have finished making that terrible noise you can sponge the carpet you dirty little girl, then downstairs with your sister to scrub the utility room floor. Don't bother putting those panties back on either, you will do the cleaning up naked and if I am not satisfied with the effort you put in you will feel the end of my whip again and again until you get it right?"

The howling girl nodded and acknowledged her mother's superiority through her hot tears. The two girls scrubbed their own vomit off the tiled floor with hot disinfectant. Mary stood over them for the whole hour holding the whip and occasionally flicking it onto their bare behinds. Both Jane and Sarah wanted to be sick again, so Mary opened the door into the back yard and left the two naked girls to retch on their hands and knees into the flowerbed. Eventually little Sarah sidled back into the house, "Please Mummy, can we go and have a shower now?"

"Certainly not!" came the sharp reply. You can take a bucket of cold water out there with a sponge and rinse yourselves down before coming in here, then you can go to the shower." Luckily the yard was not overlooked. The two shivering girls sponged off their naked bodies in the cold morning air. Mary let them go to the shower room. They were not allowed to shower together though. Sarah went first and Jane was told to set out the clothes that they had worn the night before.

"Make sure you include that tarty underwear!" Mary called as her daughter went upstairs with the bundle of garments.

Soon the girls were back in the utility room dressed in their revealing outfits. Mary had them lift up their micro mini skirts to reveal their tops and the tiny thongs. They had been made to put on the same heavy make-up as they had sported the night before.

"My god, those boys must have thought you were a couple of child prostitutes! It looks like they treated you with just as much respect. You can get yourselves some soup and bread for lunch. You can eat in the kitchen and you can stay as you are with your skirts up. Your father should be home this afternoon and then we'll see what he has in store for you."

Both Girls sobbed, mascara tears trickled down their cheeks as they felt the shame of being so exposed and also the fear of their father's wrath. After the children had eaten Mary set then to work on their School homework in the large living room.

"You had better get it all done this afternoon. You are going to be very busy with your father later, and I'm sure you won't be able to concentrate tomorrow after your punishment. I should think you will be able to go to church though and you will need to think very hard about what you have done when you are there."

The two hapless girls were very fearful. They had never known such anger and violence from their mother. While making a half-hearted attempt at her homework Jane's mind drifted to the scene the night before. Her secret boyfriend Jimmy had been hinting that there was not enough action. She has been seeing him after school and during the daytime at weekends. Things had got to the heavy petting stage a couple of times but parental restrictions meant that they were rarely alone. Jane had realised that the only way to get down to business with Jimmy was to get her younger sister interested in boys.

She knew they would be left alone in the house sooner or later so it was just a matter of getting Sarah roped in to the plan. Sarah, in spite of her tender years, was very keen on boys and it did not take long before a suitable partner was found. A friend of Jimmy's called Alex was very taken with Sarah and Sarah responded positively, revelling in the fact that she could brag to her friends about an older boyfriend. The girls had planned the rendezvous well, they both knew what they wanted and dressed accordingly so the boys would not hold back. Things went very fast, soon there was lots of sticky fumbling going on to the delight of the two boys. Unfortunately the girls had not factored in the influence of alcohol.

Rather than be tidying up at nine thirty as they had planned they were both half-drunk, completely disoriented and learning how to suck cock for the first time. Jane shuddered as she remembered coming around finding her mother standing over her, screaming at her. This was somewhat countered by the memory of Jimmy's tongue flitting lightly over her tingling pussy and the feeling of his strong fat cock between her lips. She shook her head to clear the thought train as it was starting to make her feel gooey between the legs.

The sound of their father's car puling into the drive sent surges of adrenaline through both children, they looked at each other fearfully. Mary came in.

"Here's your father, stand up both of you." They were sent to different corners of the room and told to face the door where their father would enter. "Keep your skirts up so your father can see those whore's panties that you are wearing". The girls stood trembling as the door handle turned.

Ronald entered the room. He was in his shirtsleeves with his collar unfastened and tie hanging loose. It was very unusual for him to be dressed so casually. He glanced round the room paying little attention to the two forlorn girls. He went over to his wife and kissed her cheek.

"It's alright now love, I will deal with this once and for all, did you tell them what we have been discussing?" Mary stood close to her husband, the first real signs of affection between them for some months.

"No," she said, "all they know is that they are going to be punished severely". Ronald nodded and put down the case he was carrying.

"Right you two, come and stand in front of the fire place, I have several things to say and you will be silent until you are required to answer my questions, understood?" Both little girls nodded as they sidled out of their respective corners and into the centre of the room in front of the large ornate mantelpiece.

Ronald stood in front of his two trembling daughters and looked them up and down in disgust.

"I never expected this at your age." He shook his head. "I always knew the risks for girls to go bad and fall into the wrong company when they get older, but never, never did I expect you two to start out as Whores and masturbators so young."

Ronald's voice was strong and menacing as her recalled some of his military training.

"Your mother and I have discussed how to deal with you. There are two options. First we could take you out of school and send you away to an institution. I have sufficient put away in trust for you both to be sent away to complete your education in a private boarding school in Scotland. The place has a reputation for austerity and is run by the Church. One condition of sending you there is that you both remain there until you are eighteen and you do not come home even during the vacations." The girl's looked in horror at each other.

"Don't be so taken aback, you may find that infinitely more appealing than the alternative." With that he opened the case he was holding. Inside was a bag with the name of the local Saddlers on it. From the bag Ronald produced a shining black riding whip. It was so flexible that it had been bent double in a wide loop and taped together where the tip met the leather clad handle. The girl's mouths fell open.

As their father unfastened the whip it sprang straight and quivered in the air. It was very long and thin. Larger than their own stick that had been used on them earlier. It was black and gleaming and it had two short strands of leather protruding from the tapered end. Ronald put the whip on the coffee table to his left. His hand went back into the bag and he pulled out a coiled leather strap. Supple and shiny it was about an inch wide and rather thick.

"You see girls, your mother and I want to put a stop to this filthy behaviour very quickly. You risk ruining your own reputations as well as that of your mother and I. Pain and humiliation are the best ways we can think of the get you back on track." Jane had tears in her eyes already as she remembered the whipping her mother had given her that very morning.

"I'm going to explain to you how we will restrain you down in the cellar room, and how I will take this whip and this strap to your bodies. You will be bound tightly and your mouth will be covered so that your screams will not be heard. The whip will make marks and scars on your little bodies, which will have to be concealed. Therefore you will be restricted in the activities you can enter into at school like Gym and swimming after you have been whipped."

9-year-old Sarah now had big tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, she was terrified of what her father was suggesting, but the thought of going away until she was eighteen was too terrible to contemplate.

"Now, I assume you are going to opt to be whipped on this occasion rather than be sent away. If you ever do anything like this again you will be faced with the same choice."

The girls shuffled their feet uncomfortably and sobbed quietly. "Both of you down to the cellar now and strip down to your stockings and panties." The children shuffled out of the room and into the hallway. Jane pulled open the door under the stairs that lead down to the cellar. She reached in and turned on the light before proceeding gingerly down the stairs followed by her younger sister.

The Cellar had been converted into an additional sitting room or guestroom. It was sparsely furnished but had two large heavy wooden arm chairs in the centre of the floor. The floor was not carpeted. A small rug was situated between the two chairs but the rest of the area was covered with bare terracotta tiles. The stairs were steep and had a banister on one side. Once

inside the girls removed their T-shirts, bras and mini skirts. They stood there in dumbfounded silence wearing only their laddered hold-up stockings and their tiny thongs. Soon they heard their father on the top step closing the door behind him and treading carefully down towards them. He placed the whip and strap on one of the chairs. He was also holding a coil of

nylon cord and a big roll of black shiny duck tape. "Your mother tells me you only have one week at school before you break up for your half term holiday. In this case we will contact the school to let them know you will not be attending until after the holiday. That way we get some time to concentrate on your punishment regime and also some time for the whip marks to wear off." With that Sarah started to plead with her father.

"Please daddy, please don't use the whip on us, I promise not to do anything like it a gain, Mummy already whipped us this morning and I never want it again, I promise I'll be good." Both girls looked desperately at their father for some sign of leniency.

"I'm sorry girls, it's too late for that. You can have a good and thorough session with me now and then you can choose never to have to go through it again by behaving properly in future."

Both girls started to cry like babies, desperate wails and streams of hot tears splashing onto their bare budding chests. Ronald picked up the duck tape and had each sobbing girl fold their arms behind them flat against their backs as he secured them with the duck tape wrapped tightly around their wrists and elbows. When this was done he manhandled them into position standing side by side in front of the two chairs.

"Now the next thing is that you will remember never to wear this kind of underwear again, the very thought of a thong is going to bring painful memories. He peeled down the tiny garments to expose his daughters' hairless pink labias. He coaxed them to step out of the panties and discarded them on the floor.

"Now, we'll see how pleasant you find this." With that he took the nylon cord. He made a loop and passed the cord around 11-year-old Jane's middle three times. He pulled the cord very tight causing little girl to gasp and cry out. The three wraps cut deep into her above her hip-bones. He then looped two strands underneath her crotch from the front of the waistband and up between her buttocks to the rear of the waistband where he looped the cord through. He then carefully guided the strands either side of the little girl's clitoris, but between her pussy lips so that clit was pinched tightly between the two strands of cord. From the back he pulled the crotch ropes tight, so tight he lifted Jane off the floor. She squealed as the cords cut into her pussy and anus, pinching hard at the base of her protruding clit.

Aaah! Aaah! Too tight pppplease ow! Ow!, she continued to howl as if she had been scalded. Ronald simply peeled off a large piece of tape and pressed it over her mouth, which muffled her frantic cries. He then pushed the convulsing child toward one of the armchairs. From behind he kicked her legs either side of the wooden arms, and made her bend forward resting her chest on the padded chair back. He pulled her stockings down to her ankles, "Stay like that".

He then took the duck tape and began binding the girl's legs to the arms of the chair. This left the now squealing pre-teen bending sharply forwards with her legs spread wide over the seat of the chair. He then went behind the chair and pulled his daughter's shoulders toward him so that her upper body now hung down over the back of the chair. This left her spread buttocks high and exposed and revealing the tight white cords that disappeared into the folds of her obscenely swallen pussy.

Sarah was next. He taped her sweet little mouth first as she was already about to scream as he approached her with the cord. She began to wriggle as the cords were tightened but soon learned that this action only served to make the vicious bindings bite deeper into her most delicate parts. Soon they were both in position bound astride the chairs.

Moaning in deep voices, their rear ends pointed upward above their spread thighs, which visibly shook due to the intense pain between them, caused by the biting cords. Ronald surveyed his handiwork. The little girls were helpless and in agony. Their heads and shoulders dangling down from the back of the chair, their hips and legs stretched over the seat. With their arms taped behind them they would find it impossible to stand.

All the thrashing about they would do while being whipped would not disturb the target area. Between their legs each little girl's pussy had started to secrete strands of clear mucus in response to the terrible pain inflicted by the tight cords. The tightly bound clits had turned purple and stuck out from their protective hoods. Ronald folded 2 cotton handkerchiefs into tight wads and went round the back of the chairs. He placed one in the mouth of each girl and replaced the duck tape.

"Here bite on this so you don't break any teeth" he said calmly to the distressed pre-teens. He walked behind them again this time with the long whip in his hand. They both strained to see what he was about to do. Jane was going to get it first, as she was the oldest. They would each get it in doses of six cuts. He would alternate between the two girls six strokes at a time until the buttocks and thighs down to the backs of their knees were covered in hard red raw welts.

"This is how we treat filthy little child-whores" and the first lash arched through the air from behind his shoulders sending the shining black leather-clad whip zinging across Jane's taut pale buttocks making the sound of a gunshot. Her tiny body recoiled, her head and shoulders flew up from behind the chair but not high enough for her to stand up out of the bending position. Her muffled squealing was enough to set Sarah into floods of sobbing tears.

Again the whip found its mark, harder this time Ronald putting his full strength behind the lash, the sound made Sarah jump. Steady measured strokes followed. Jane's face was purple, her convulsing and thrashing behind the chair was causing the horrible crotch cords to dig in tighter to her painfully tortured pussy and anus. Six cuts were etched across her quivering rump. Little girl's exposed and open pussy now discharging freely, making a small stain on the padded seat.

Sarah's turn, the younger girl started bucking her hips in terrible anticipation of the first lash and again this only served to cause more searing agony from the tight chords. She could be heard pleading through her gag, her terrified voice begging to be spared. Ronald shook his head.

"You are just a guilty" and the whip took flight again. Both girls were hyperventilating now, urgent gasps through their noses their bodies heaved with each lungfull. Ronald paused to plan the next six swats. The legs this time, just below the buttocks, three cuts on each leg. He took aim and Jane got ready to squeal again. When Sarah got hers on the legs she managed to blow through her gag and the tape came loose, she spat out the handkerchief and the room filled with deafening screams as she beseeched her father to stop the whipping. Ronald calmly replaced the gag wrapping tape right around Sarah's head to stop it coming off again.

"I know you don't like it but it has to be done." He said calmly, "And for that little outburst you can have those six again, and he aimed the whip to impact exactly the same lines as the previous six strokes. 9-year-old Sarah had bucked so violently that the cords had actually cut into her little pussy lips and drops of clear liquid flew from between her legs. The brutal whipping continued until both girls were covered in whip marks all over their bottoms and thighs. They were very tired having had at least thirty lashes.

Ronald let the two poor children alone for a while and went upstairs for a cup of tea. "I think I'm getting through to them now." He said to Mary. "Their backsides are well whipped and they have no idea what is in store next, would you like to come and watch the next session?" Mary nodded and they both went to the cellar room and closed the door behind them. The girls were still breathing heavily. Mary sat on the bottom step to observe the spectacle. Ronald went over to Sarah and started to unfasten the duck tape around her legs, which bound her to the chair. All the time she was trying to speak to her father, promising to be good.

"No Sarah, you are not going to convince me that you are a changed girl. You need to be thoroughly whipped before I will believe that." Once free from the chair Ronald wrenched her to her feet and turned her around. Her hair stuck to her wet tear stained face and her cheeks were bright red. He made her sit with her thighs resting outward over the arms of the chair. This position spread the child's cunt wide and caused the nasty cords to cut her in even more. He took the role of tape and again fastened her thighs to the wooden arms so that they were spread impossibly wide. He then removed the tape from her arms and leaned her small body backwards so that her shoulders lay against the chair back. He then took her arms and re-taped them behind the chair. He removed the seat pad from the chair and she lay suspended with legs splayed leaning backwards exposing her pubic area and her flat chest with two red and erect nipples. Sarah figured that the front of her tortured body was now going to be whipped and her entreaties became more urgent. Ronald ignored her and set about re-positioning Jane in the same way.

Once they were both secured he unfastened the biting crotch ropes. As the blood rushed back into the newly released labia and clitoris the girls moaned in pain. They struggled against their bonds and thrust their little hips up and down. As the pain washed through them their kiddy-cunts flooded with sticky mucus obscenely dribbling out of them.

Mary stood up to look at her children's suffering. Both the girl's vaginas were gaping wide open and their bruised clits poked out hard and shiny and purple. Ronald picked up the strap.

"Girls, you have let those boys fondle your immature breasts and allowed them to finger your hairless vaginas, so now you will learn not to allow that again.

The little girls started to thrust their hips and chests with renewed vigour realising that their nipples and pussies were going to be whipped with the strap. Mary walked over to Jane and started to undo her gag.

"I'd like to hear them tell us how sorry they are Ronald, I think it's time for these insolent and dirty minded girls to let us know how much they regret what they have done while they are getting their whippings." Ronald nodded and started to undo Sarah's tape. Immediately the girls screamed their apologies and begged not to have the strap applied to their breasts and vaginas. Promises were made, tears flowed but to no avail. Ronald held up his hand.

"Quiet!" He shouted. The girls babbling died down to murmurings and sobbing. "You will be getting the strap this time, but if we ever have occasion to come down here again I will use the horsewhip on your fronts as well as backsides!"

With that, Mary took the roll of tape and again closed the girls' mouths muffling their pleas once more. Little Sarah was first for the strap. Her flat little chest had two pink nipples, which stood out hard from the taut pale skin. The strap swished down and landed just below her nipples with a loud slap. Sarah started to spasm as if an electric current had been applied.

Again, this time both child's nipples were hit hard, the muffled squealing reached new heights. Ronald modified his stance and grip and whipped each pre-teen's nipple individually harder and faster until the pink nipples turned red and the surrounding flesh bore dark red wheals. Jane's budding breasts were a little more pronounced. She breathed heavily as Ronald aimed the strap. Her nipples were darker than her younger sister but also stood out stiff and hard. Again Ronald set about each breast in turn, harsh stinging swats with the supple leather causing the poor child to struggle wildly against her tight bindings.

The breast whipping had nearly caused the girls to feint. They writhed deliriously in their bonds trying to twist their bodies this way and that to purge the burning pain that the strap had caused. But this was nothing to what was to come next. As the immediate shock of having whipped chests and nipples wore off they both started to think about their sore pussies. Already ravaged by the tight nylon cords, their sensitive clits and vaginal lips were now bare and openly presented between the arms of the chairs to which the girls' thighs were tightly bound.

The strap would have unrestricted access to their open dripping slits and would be able to curl underneath and punish their rectums as well. Roland marched up and down smoothing the strap through his hand. The little girls were in panic now, it was clear that Jane was going to be first to feel the strap between her legs and her head began to thrash wildly as she once more pleaded with her father through the gag. Mary stepped up to her hysterical daughter, "You know you have been such an insolent little slut recently, you have spoken to me in that high and mighty tone and ignored everything I have said to you. I am sure the neighbours will be out by this time, so, I'm going to take off your gag and listen to you squealing for mercy while your father takes the strap to your abused little vagina. This is something you are going to remember for a long time my girl. Ronald give the little madam what she deserves, do it as hard as you can and don't spare her a second thought."

Ronald moved in and stood behind the chair occupied by the poor screaming child. Mary ripped off the gag and Jane's blood chilling pleas filled the room. Her voice started to break as her words became incoherent and just blended into a hoarse gasping. Ronald took a handful if his daughters hair in his left hand. He wrenched her head to the left and held her still. He laid the whip on her mons, lightly touching her rigid clit. He adjusted his grip and estimated the swing to bring the strap from behind his body, over his shoulder and down in between the girl's spread thighs. All the time Sarah, the younger girl was watching in horror and cringing from the awful noises that came from her sister, knowing she would soon be suffering the same fate even before the first lash had been delivered. The strap sliced through the air and cracked down on it's red, gaping target.

Ronald gripped his daughter's hair very tightly as she howled at the top of her lungs and shook wildly, but helplessly in her bindings. Again the strap flew, he had measured the swing perfectly to get a repeated direct hit on the child's wet flesh. Even higher pitched wails, Again, and again and again, the lashes came strong and fast relentlessly whipping the tortured girl on her open and unprotected clitoris. As Ronald really got into the swing of things Mary moved closer to examine the effects of the beating.

Jane's delicate parts had already swollen up considerably. The horribly inflamed labia dangled in open space with her dark cherry sized clit poking out above them. Strong hard lashes came thick and fast ensuring that Jane's little hailess pussy got punished very thoroughly. The little girl was about to pass out when Ronald's arm finally hung by his side letting the strap's end trail on the floor. Jane was lost in pain and distress and continued to squeal and gasp.

Ronald took a tissue from his pocket and wiped the pussy juice from the end of the strap. He walked about massaging his whip arm. Mary started to undo Sarah's gag, "Now my little one, I'm going to enjoy hearing you get it too, at least you know exactly what is coming to you now that you have seen your sister getting her punishment."

Sara started screaming her own barrage of entreaties and begged and begged to be let off as she was only 9 and had been lead astray. Mary agreed that she was very young, but that it was best to correct her thoroughly at this point in her life than let the rot set in. It was going to be very necessary for her to have her vagina punished just like Jane.

This pushed Sarah over the edge and she started to scream obscenities at her parents, foul words flew from her lips until her head was pinned down and the strap found it's target, the abusive language was duly replaced with a scream that could wake the dead. Ronald really laid into the job, Sarah's tender pink cunt was soon swelling and darkening with the terrible bruising swats. The strap was wet with mucus within the first few very hard strokes. The little girl wailed, squealed and howled her voice weak and pathetic against the deafening sound of the strap smacking on to her tender pussy.

Ronald's aim was perfect and every swat landed precisely in the same place, harder and harder he whipped his small daughter, his arm swinging in a frenzied attack. Sarah's howls began to subside, her eyes began to roll. Ronald raised the strap for the last time fearing she would pass out, and sent it down on his pre-teen daughter's wide open cunt. Then he dropped the strap and went to sit next to Mary on the step.

"Language like that deserves the horsewhip, so think yourself lucky young lady!" He sat breathlessly observing the distress of the two bound girls. Mary got up and went up the stairs. She returned a few minutes later with a bucket of icy cold water, a sponge a towel, some anti-septic ointment and some lint dressing. She also had the girl's Nighties and a pair of white cotton panties for each of them. The girls were babbling incoherently and their hips gyrated wildly between the arms of the chair. Mary took a wad of lint and soaked it in the anti-septic. She bathed both girls between the legs, and then threw the soaked lint into a paper bag. Within seconds the girls were squealing and writhing once more as the anti-septic burned their open pussies.

"You can sponge down here, dry off with the towel then put these on and go straight to bed, it's getting late. We can continue in the morning." With that Mary and Ronald unfastened the naked children from the chairs and left them to fight over the sponge in order to soothe the burning between their horsewhipped legs. Tomorrow would be another day.

At seven the next morning Mary entered Jane's room and pulled the bedclothes back from the sleeping girl. She lay on her front with her bare bottom exposed, obviously the white panties had caused too much pain and had been taken off. Consequently her whipped pussy had oozed enormous amount of fluid during the night and there was a large stain on the bottom sheet. The whole of her backside and thighs were dark and bruised with sore wet welts, which had also run a little and made marks on the bedclothes.

"Get up you lazy slut and go to the bathroom to get washed and take a shower. Then put some panties on and report to your father in the cellar room." The dazed little girl groaned as she eased her aching bones off the mattress. She sat gingerly on the edge of her bed and removed her nightie. She sat with her thighs parted and between them the pussy lips and swollen bruised clit were very prominent. Mary found Sarah in a similar condition and delivered the same instructions.

Ronald paced the cellar floor with the riding whip in his hand swishing it through the air. Soon the girls appeared hair still wet from the shower dressed only in cotton panties. As soon as they descended to the cellar they saw the whip in their fathers hand. They both fell to their knees and cried bitterly, begging him not to use the whip on them again. Mary entered the cellar and listened to the pleading girls for a while.

"Silence!" She shouted. And the girls stopped pleading and suppressed their sobs. They both were kneeling wit their legs spread. Their cotton panties were quite tight and there was a large irregular bulge at the crotch where their sensitive whipped pussies were being tightly contained.

Ronald addressed the girls. "You now know what is in store for you if you EVER step out of line again. If we ever find you drinking and smoking you will get your legs and backsides horsewhipped. If I EVER find pairs of thong panties or G-strings in your underwear collection, you will have the tight cords put back on. And If I EVER hear of you masturbating, or engaging in sex sessions with boys again you will have your nipples and vaginas severely whipped. And for a second offence I will not be using the strap, the horsewhip will be used to whip your breasts and vaginas next time!"

The girl's relief at not having to endure a further beating was obvious. "Now go and get dressed, we will be going to church as a family and let this mark the start of a new chapter in our lives. I don't ever want to go through last evening's terrible events again, but that is entirely up to your behaviour from now on. The whip and the duck tape will always be in the closet upstairs ready to be used at a moment's notice. Now go!"

The girls did not need a second invitation they quickly exited from the cellar and rushed upstairs to get dressed and find some looser fitting panties.

Mary followed them upstairs, "Both of you in the bathroom first please." The children followed her in. "You will have to be careful when you go to the toilet. You must clean yourselves very well to stop any infection getting into your wounds. I want to have a close look to see how things are down there so take off your panties, stand with your legs spread, bend over and touch the floor."

The girls looked uncomfortable with this but they did as they were told. Soon Mary had a clear view of the labia and noticed that the strap had similarly punished the girl's butt holes, which were purple and puckered. She used her fingers to part the little hairless pussy lips and found that the bruising continued inside the vagina, she had to pull the lips very wide apart before she could see far enough into the vagina to where there was pink unharmed tissue. This action caused the girls more than a little discomfort. Next she inspected the girl's urinary tracts. She had to press on the grossly swollen clitoris to push it out of the way before the pee hole opening could be seen, again causing each girl in turn to moan in painful protest. For both the girls it looked very sore and Mary was sure that there would be great discomfort in passing water. Mary went to the bathroom cupboard and took out a tube of salve.

"Rub this well into your bottom hole and your vagina, and re do it every time you go to the toilet." The girls stood up and Jane took the tube of salve. Mary left them in the bathroom gently rubbing the soothing ointment into their stinging pussies.

***

The whipping had done wonders. The girls were very docile for the next couple of weeks. Their marks and bruises started to fade and their private parts eventually returned to their normal size and fresh pink hue. The girls never came home in their gym clothes now. It had taken them a long time to get back into sport. They had taken to wearing close fitting lycra shorts which covered their thighs so that the vestiges of the horsewhipping would not be seen. Mary however was very vigilant when doing the washing. No scanty panties were allowed and each pair of panties that went into the washing machine was inspected for vaginal secretions. Mary and Ronald's relationship started to improve and the family began to function again. The girl's were doing well in school and were now allowed out with friends and even allowed to go on sleep-overs. All seemed well until the sky fell in one Saturday evening.

Jane and Sarah were staying with friends a few miles away in the countryside. Ronald and Mary knew the family they were staying with very well and had no doubts about the safety of their daughters or that they would be looked after. Their friend was a girl from school who was a prefect and a model of virtue. Ronald and Mary were very happy with this positive influence in their daughter's lives. It was about eleven o'clock in the evening when the loud knock came on the front door. Ronald got up from the living room sofa and went towards the hall muttering.

"Who can that be a this time of night?" Mary had gone to the window and peeked through the curtains. "Goodness... It's a police car." She exclaimed.

Ronald opened the heavy front door to be confronted with two large policemen, a sergeant and a constable, and in front of each of them, heads hanging low was one of his little daughters.

"Mind if we come in for a while sir?" asked the sergeant. The police manhandled the child through the door. Mary gasped when she saw the girls, their faces heavily made-up and mascara running down their cheeks.

"Oh good god! Get them into the living room." She cried. Once they were all inside they went into the living room. The girls stood side by side in front of the fireplace, the police were ushered to the long sofa, and Ronald and Mary sat in separate armchairs.

"What's been going on?" Cried Mary.

The big sergeant cleared his throat. "We understand these girls are Jane and Sarah Marsh, and that you are their parents is that correct?" Ronald nodded.

The sergeant went on to explain that their unit had been called to check on a party on a farm close to where the girls had been staying. The girls had been rounded up with a group of much older young men, some of who would be facing charges of drug possession, drunken behaviour and more seriously, sexual intercourse with underage children.

"And I'm afraid to tell you that there is significant evidence to suggest that both your pre-teen daughters were engaged in these illegal activities. In fact, we thought they were child prostitutes supplied specificlly for the party."

Ronald started to breathe heavily, he looked at the two sullen girls. Tears were now dripping onto the carpet. They stood in clothes that made them look like a couple of little tarts. Flimsy Lurex dresses, which failed to hide the fact that both girls wore, hold up stockings, the lace band at the top of them was plainly visible. Ronald shook his head in despair.

"What happens now." He sighed. The police officer went on to explain that upon their arrest the girls had insisted they not be taken home, but to their friend's house. This was not possible said the sergeant, and apparently both children had launched into a verbal assault on the policemen calling them every filthy name under the sun. Also the policeman mentioned that on the way home the girls had begged them to let them go because they claimed their father would horsewhip them.

Ronald looked a little uneasy. The sergeant smiled.

"You see sir, it's very difficult to prosecute young offenders nowadays. In this case your girls would probably come out as the victims in this case and get away Scot-free. There would of course be terrible damage to your reputation and that of your family due to the long court proceedings and the avid publicity this kind of case causes. In light of this our only concern is to see to it that you understand the gravity of the situation and, given that you undertake to keep these two feisty little fillies under strict control, we would not press charges."

Ronald stood up, "Well, in that case officers, please allow my wife to make you a cup of tea, and provided you have a couple of hours to spare we will make you comfortable in our cellar room. You are most welcome to witness the kind strict control that we intend to maintain on a regular basis in future, whether they get into trouble or not!"

The sergeant said that unfortunately he and the constable would not be able to stay, but perhaps they could drop in to see how things had gone when they came off shift next morning. They excused themselves and Mary saw both of them to the door. They said their goodbyes and the door closed behind them.

With that Roland left the living room and came back minutes later with the long black riding whip and the roll of duck tape.

"Sarah, Jane, lift up your dresses, do I need to get the nylon cord out?" The girls sobbed loudly now as they lifted their flimsy dressed above their hips. They revealed that against all warnings they had worn tiny lace thongs under their party outfits. Both were obviously stained and proved beyond doubt that both little girls had been sexually aroused very recently. The sight of the terrible whip had made them start to gasp and hyperventilate.

They shook visibly in sheer terror of the whipping they knew they were going to get. They held on to each other to steady themselves, their legs started to tremble and almost in unison they lost control of their bladders and peed on the floor through the tiny lace panties.

"Right! Enough nonsense, you are both going to be bound with ropes and whipped, back and front. Down to the cellar now!" The girls shuffled off and cried their hearts out as they opened the door to the cellar and climbed down the stairs.

"Mary, please make some tea and sandwiches, we are all in for a long night."