Story - Twin Trouble at School and Home pt 2
Mary made her way down the corridor, where three girls from the third year were facing the wall.
One looked across to Mary.
“Rollers tickets too?” She whispered
“Yeah.” Replied Mary
“We didn’t even get them, did you?”
“Yes two for me and my sister.”
“Lucky cow.”
“Yeah hope it’s worth it.”
“What do you think we’ll get.” Asked the younger girl
“Cane without a doubt, she hates truancy.” Replied Mary
“Shit, hoped we might just get the dap. Have you had the cane before?”
“Yes twice, so I’ll get six today I reckon.”
“Does it hurt much?”
“Oh god yes, she hits very hard. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”
“Not your fault.” Said the girl with tears forming in her eyes.
After a few minutes the door opened and the headmistress summoned them all in to stand in front of her desk hands behind their backs.
“Did you girls not even think we’re clever enough to plan for this? Did you not think we’d be watching for truanting today? If so you really are insulting my intelligence as well as breaking school rules.”
All four girls looked at the floor and mumbled sone insincere words.
“Let’s not prolong this any longer girls. I’ve decided that all four of you will be caned and letters sent home to parents. For some of you this is your first experience of my cane, and hopefully the last. For others, you know what to expect and it won’t be pleasant for any of us. Is there any good reason why I shouldn’t cane you today girls?”
Unfortunately none of them could think of a reason, apart from the fact that it would hurt, but that was unlikely to be considered valid.
The headmistress got up from her chair and reached to the top shelf of her bookcase where she kept her school cane. Unlike in comics, it was straight and no crook handle. These canes were supplied by the local education authority who bought them in bulk from a retailer of educational supplies in the centre of Bristol.
This particular one was about eight years old and due to its infrequent use, maybe six times a year, was still capable of doing a good job.
The headmistress pressed her intercom button and spoke
“Janice can you bring the punishment book in please and witness some canings please?” She asked
“Of course headmistress, I’ll be there right away.”
Janice had witnessed many punishments in her years at La Retraite and also typed the letters to parents afterwards. On occasions she’d fielded calls from parents regarding the incidents, not all of them happy about their daughter’s treatment.
“Jennifer you can go first, the rest of you wait outside.”
As the girls left they heard Jennifer instructed to bend over the desk and hitch up her skirt.
When safely outside, one of the girls started crying.
“I didn’t think we’d get it on our knickers.” She said through her tears
“I’m afraid so, and she’ll catch you on bare flesh too with her low ones.”
Janice came along the corridor, her high heels clip clopping as she walked. Ironically girls wearing high heels to school would find themselves bent over for a dapping in across their bottom.
They stood in silence awaiting their turn. Nothing could be heard through the doors, so they had no idea what was happening.
They didn’t have to wait long before the door opened a a tear strewn girl emerged holding her bottom.
“You’re next Ali, good luck.”
Alison entered the room to the sight of the headmistress flexing the cane between her hands. As the door closed the remaining girls spoke
“How many did you get?” Asked Theresa
“Four! Three for truanting and one extra for blaspheming when she hit me.”
“What did you say?” Enquired Mary
“Jesus Christ that hurts. Not a good idea.”
Indeed in a catholic girls school such matters were regarded very seriously indeed.
“I’m going to the toilet to let the water on my burning bum, see you later.”
Two minutes later and Alison emerged in an equally distressed state as her friend.
“Three.” she muttered as she made her way quickly past them. She was in no mood to stand talking and had been told to go straight back to class.
Next in was Theresa, already crying before she even entered the room. Of course there was to be no sympathy from either Janice nor the headmistress. She’d seen plenty of girls in this state as they prepared to be punished.
The door closed, and Mary was all alone with her thoughts.
Meanwhile in registration, a message was received from the office. Miss Taylor read it first and then read it aloud.
“Philippa Ferris, you are to go to the sports hall and see Mrs Robbins straight away. Take your coat and bag with you.”
Philippa rose from her chair scraping it across the floor as she did. With her sister absent she knew their plan had failed and she wondered how much her part in this was apparent.
She reached the sports hall and entered through the changing rooms to the office. The door was open and Mrs Robbins and Miss Atherton were both in there talking.
Philippa knocked the door to get their attention.
“You wanted to see me Miss.”
“Ah yes, Miss Ferris, come in. Indeed we did want to see you. Have you spoken to your sister yet?” Replied Mrs Robbins.
“No Miss, I’ve not seen her.”
“Must mean she’s not been dealt with yet. Are you aware that her plan has gone awry and that she’s seeing the headmistress for the cane?” Continued the teacher.
“No Miss I wasn’t aware.”
“Not aware of her plan, or not aware she’d been caught.”
Philippa saw a trap opening but couldn’t resist herself walking into it.
“Both Miss.”
Miss Atherton spoke next.
“So what was that nonsense you told me about her having to go and change her daps? Sounds to me like you were covering for her.”
“No Miss, that’s what she told me honest.” Dropping her sister well and truly in it.
“Well neither of us believe it, nor does your mother, and you’re going to be punished for your lies and deceit.” Added Mrs Robbins as she rose from her seat.
She opened up a cupboard containing sports equipment, but it was the two canes that caught Philippa’s attention most. Mrs Robbins removed one.
“By rights you should be getting six of the best with this for your part in the plan, but your mother has asked that I don’t. So instead it’s the dap for you. Come over here and bend over the desk. Miss Atherton can you adjust her clothing please?”
Philippa stepped forward part relieved not to be caned but also concerned as Mrs Robbins had a good right arm for slippering naughty girls.
Miss Atherton folded the girls skirt up and tucked it so as to prevent it falling down, and then hitched her knickers up tight.
Philippa gripped the desk tight and waited for the onslaught.
Approximately three minutes later her bottom was ablaze with the six marks from the teachers size 5 white lace up plimsoll having been applied with the fullest of force. Philippa was in tears as she was told to stand.
“Next time it will be the cane, is that clear Philippa?” Said Mrs Robbins pointing the plimsoll at her.
“Yes Miss.”
“Right now get out and go to your next lesson.” She said while putting her plimsoll back on and tying up her laces.
Philippa made a hasty retreat through a now full changing room of first years, not wanting to be seen crying.
Back in the main school, Theresa had left the headmistresses office in the same state as her friends. She too rushed past Mary giving no indication of what she’d got.
Mary knocked on the door and entered.
“No wait outside please Mary, we’re not ready for you yet.”
Mary returned and waited. Suddenly she heard footsteps down the corridor and was horrified to see it was Mum making her way down.
“Don’t even dare offering any excuse my girl, I’ve had it up to here with you and your sister.” Said mum as she opened the door and entered the study.
If she was worried before, her fears were more than doubled now. For some reason, being caned in front of mum made it even worse.
The door was opened by Janice
“Come in please Mary. Stand in front of the desk.”
Mary made her way in and looked at the headmistress. No cane, she thought to herself, that’s odd. However behind her, her mother was holding the cane that had just been used on three other teenage girls. She then spoke.
“You’re very lucky that the headmistress has insisted I let you keep your knickers on for this and restrict it to just six strokes. Bend over the desk.”
“I’m sorry mum, it won’t happen again.”
“No it won’t, now bend over.”
Mary resigned to her fate took up her position. Still in her PE kit her skirt rode up to reveal her maroon gym knickers. Mum moved the skirt a little higher.
One tap of the cane and then
SSSWISHHHH WHHHHHACCCKKKK
Mary gripped onto the desk tight and swayed her hips.
SSSWISHHHHH. WWHHHACCKKKKKKK
“Arghhhh.”
The caning continued regardless of Mary’s reactions.
SSSWWISSHHHHH. WWHHHACKKKKKK
“AARRGHHHH.”
Red lines were now very apparent on the bare parts of her bottom, and protruded either side of her gym knickers.
SSSWWWIIISHHH. WWHHACKKKKKK
Mrs Ferris was certainly not holding back, and the two other adults in the room were surprised at how hard Mary was being caned.
Stroke five landed with the same force
“AAAARRRGHHHHHHHH.”
Mary was now struggling to keep still, but she knew her mothers rule on staying in position. If she stood or put her hands in the way, that stroke wouldn’t count and she’d also get a penalty stroke.
Almost there, she thought to herself.
SWWISSSHHH. WWWHHHACCCKKKK
The last one and Mary collapsed on the desk sobbing her teenage heart out. Still at least she still had the tickets in the front of her knickers. She hoped her sister was grateful for what she’d been through.
It was the headmistress who spoke first.
“I hope that dissuades you from truanting young lady. I can’t imagine that you’d want to receive that again any time soon.”
“Yes Miss I’m very sorry.”
It was them. Mums turn to speak
“Don’t think that’s the end of it young lady. We’ll be discussing this at home tonight but for now you better get changed and to your lesson and be quick about it.”
Mary left the room in tears and went to get changed. As soon as no one was looking she removed the tickets and hid them inside her satchel. The question now was whether mum would let them go.
Both Ferris girls survived the rest of the day just about, but sore bottoms meant they were constantly fidgeting on the wooden school chairs. They met up at mums car for the first time since PE.
“Did you get them?” Asked Philippa
“Yes in my satchel. Not sure she’ll let us go though after this. Did you get caught?” Replied Mary.
“Yes. And got six with Robbins dap on my knickers. What did you get?”
“Six of the cane from mum, and she said we’d discuss it more at home. I guess we’ll both get the slipper tonight. “
“Oh brilliant just the news I wanted to hear.”
Mum arrived and opened the car doors without saying a word. The journey home was conducted in total silence, and the twenty minute drive to their house seemed like an age.
On arrival dad was already home so they hoped he might calm mum down. In through the front door the girls took their shoes off and put them in the cupboard under the stairs. They both noticed mums dap hanging on a hook by its lace and wondered how many they’d be getting later.
They were about to head up their rooms when mum stopped them.
“Oh no, we’re going to the sewing room to have a chat about today’s behaviour.”
The sewing room was effectively mums study, where she marked work, and had her sewing machine, but it was also where punishments took place. A small stool was there for the girls to bend over.
Both thought about pleading for forgiveness but thought better of it.
Once inside mum shut the door.
“Right then, hand over the tickets.”
Both girls looked at each other thinking of denying they had them.
“They’re in my satchel.” Said Mary
“Go and get them then.”
As Mary left the room, mum and Philippa stood in silence. Mary returned and handed them to mum.
Mrs Ferris looked at them and then tore them in half and and half again.
“Mum no please.”
“Do you really think I’m going to let you go to this after your behaviour. You won’t be going anywhere other than school without me or your father for the next month. And then we’ll review it.”
“We could have sold them though.” Said Mary now in tears
“Tough!”
“Right then. I was disgusted and ashamed to say that you are my daughters today. You left me in an embarrassing position with my colleagues and my bosses at school. How do you think it looks if I can’t control my own daughters?”
“Sorry mum.”
“Yes I’m sorry too mum.”
“Well you both will be. Philippa go and fetch me the dap. Mary bend over the stool.”
“But mum I’ve already had the cane from you and my bottom is so sore“ argued Mary
“That was in school and I told you it wasn’t the end of matters. Now bend over before I get very angry.”
Mary knew better than to make her mum even more angry in this situation and lowered herself over the stool.
Mum went behind her and raised her skirt tucking it qinto her blouse. She then took hold of the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down to her knees displaying a caned bottom with six vivid red marks from her earlier caning.
Philippa had now returned with the plimsoll. It was a tatty old size 8 that dad had worn for a while and was now repurposed for smacking teenage bottoms. Philippa handed it over and looked at her twin sisters poor bottom.
Mum looked at Philippa
“How many did Mrs Robbins give you?”
“Six”
“Right let’s see what twelve feels like on top of that.”
WHHHAAPPPPP
Mary sunk down onto the stool and for the second time today, sobbed her heart out.
The plimsoll rained down on her poor young bottom and the slipper marks covered and raised the cane marks back to life. By the end her bottom was crimson. Eventually mum stopped throwing the plimsoll to one side.
“Stand up and change places with your sister. “
The girls changed places, Philippa bending over and pulling her skirt up ready for her slippering. She waited for mum to pull down her knickers, but she didn’t.
“Now I know full well that you were just as involved in this plan as your sister even if somehow you didn’t get caught. So it’s only fair that you receive the same as her.”
Philippa heard a sound of a rattle of something and then a swishing sound.
Mum had brought home a school cane and was going to use it on her daughter.
“Six of the best like I gave Mary, luckily for you with your knickers on.”
“Mum no please not the cane please mum please.”
“Silence. Your sister got hers so it’s your turn now.”
Mum then proceeded to administer the worst punishment either girl had received at home. The noise could probably be heard next door but mum wasn’t bothered by that.
Six strokes later and lots of screams and wailing Philippa was allowed to stand up.
“Right you are both going to bed without tea. As well as your homework you will write a letter to the headmistress apologising for your behaviour and thanking her for being lenient with your punishments. You’ve let so many people down today and you can acknowledge that in your letters. Now get out of my sight.”
Mary and Philippa slowly went to their rooms. Mary closed the door and stared at the poster on the wall.
“Arrgghhhh” she screamed as he ripped the Bay City Rollers poster into hundreds of pieces.
One looked across to Mary.
“Rollers tickets too?” She whispered
“Yeah.” Replied Mary
“We didn’t even get them, did you?”
“Yes two for me and my sister.”
“Lucky cow.”
“Yeah hope it’s worth it.”
“What do you think we’ll get.” Asked the younger girl
“Cane without a doubt, she hates truancy.” Replied Mary
“Shit, hoped we might just get the dap. Have you had the cane before?”
“Yes twice, so I’ll get six today I reckon.”
“Does it hurt much?”
“Oh god yes, she hits very hard. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”
“Not your fault.” Said the girl with tears forming in her eyes.
After a few minutes the door opened and the headmistress summoned them all in to stand in front of her desk hands behind their backs.
“Did you girls not even think we’re clever enough to plan for this? Did you not think we’d be watching for truanting today? If so you really are insulting my intelligence as well as breaking school rules.”
All four girls looked at the floor and mumbled sone insincere words.
“Let’s not prolong this any longer girls. I’ve decided that all four of you will be caned and letters sent home to parents. For some of you this is your first experience of my cane, and hopefully the last. For others, you know what to expect and it won’t be pleasant for any of us. Is there any good reason why I shouldn’t cane you today girls?”
Unfortunately none of them could think of a reason, apart from the fact that it would hurt, but that was unlikely to be considered valid.
The headmistress got up from her chair and reached to the top shelf of her bookcase where she kept her school cane. Unlike in comics, it was straight and no crook handle. These canes were supplied by the local education authority who bought them in bulk from a retailer of educational supplies in the centre of Bristol.
This particular one was about eight years old and due to its infrequent use, maybe six times a year, was still capable of doing a good job.
The headmistress pressed her intercom button and spoke
“Janice can you bring the punishment book in please and witness some canings please?” She asked
“Of course headmistress, I’ll be there right away.”
Janice had witnessed many punishments in her years at La Retraite and also typed the letters to parents afterwards. On occasions she’d fielded calls from parents regarding the incidents, not all of them happy about their daughter’s treatment.
“Jennifer you can go first, the rest of you wait outside.”
As the girls left they heard Jennifer instructed to bend over the desk and hitch up her skirt.
When safely outside, one of the girls started crying.
“I didn’t think we’d get it on our knickers.” She said through her tears
“I’m afraid so, and she’ll catch you on bare flesh too with her low ones.”
Janice came along the corridor, her high heels clip clopping as she walked. Ironically girls wearing high heels to school would find themselves bent over for a dapping in across their bottom.
They stood in silence awaiting their turn. Nothing could be heard through the doors, so they had no idea what was happening.
They didn’t have to wait long before the door opened a a tear strewn girl emerged holding her bottom.
“You’re next Ali, good luck.”
Alison entered the room to the sight of the headmistress flexing the cane between her hands. As the door closed the remaining girls spoke
“How many did you get?” Asked Theresa
“Four! Three for truanting and one extra for blaspheming when she hit me.”
“What did you say?” Enquired Mary
“Jesus Christ that hurts. Not a good idea.”
Indeed in a catholic girls school such matters were regarded very seriously indeed.
“I’m going to the toilet to let the water on my burning bum, see you later.”
Two minutes later and Alison emerged in an equally distressed state as her friend.
“Three.” she muttered as she made her way quickly past them. She was in no mood to stand talking and had been told to go straight back to class.
Next in was Theresa, already crying before she even entered the room. Of course there was to be no sympathy from either Janice nor the headmistress. She’d seen plenty of girls in this state as they prepared to be punished.
The door closed, and Mary was all alone with her thoughts.
Meanwhile in registration, a message was received from the office. Miss Taylor read it first and then read it aloud.
“Philippa Ferris, you are to go to the sports hall and see Mrs Robbins straight away. Take your coat and bag with you.”
Philippa rose from her chair scraping it across the floor as she did. With her sister absent she knew their plan had failed and she wondered how much her part in this was apparent.
She reached the sports hall and entered through the changing rooms to the office. The door was open and Mrs Robbins and Miss Atherton were both in there talking.
Philippa knocked the door to get their attention.
“You wanted to see me Miss.”
“Ah yes, Miss Ferris, come in. Indeed we did want to see you. Have you spoken to your sister yet?” Replied Mrs Robbins.
“No Miss, I’ve not seen her.”
“Must mean she’s not been dealt with yet. Are you aware that her plan has gone awry and that she’s seeing the headmistress for the cane?” Continued the teacher.
“No Miss I wasn’t aware.”
“Not aware of her plan, or not aware she’d been caught.”
Philippa saw a trap opening but couldn’t resist herself walking into it.
“Both Miss.”
Miss Atherton spoke next.
“So what was that nonsense you told me about her having to go and change her daps? Sounds to me like you were covering for her.”
“No Miss, that’s what she told me honest.” Dropping her sister well and truly in it.
“Well neither of us believe it, nor does your mother, and you’re going to be punished for your lies and deceit.” Added Mrs Robbins as she rose from her seat.
She opened up a cupboard containing sports equipment, but it was the two canes that caught Philippa’s attention most. Mrs Robbins removed one.
“By rights you should be getting six of the best with this for your part in the plan, but your mother has asked that I don’t. So instead it’s the dap for you. Come over here and bend over the desk. Miss Atherton can you adjust her clothing please?”
Philippa stepped forward part relieved not to be caned but also concerned as Mrs Robbins had a good right arm for slippering naughty girls.
Miss Atherton folded the girls skirt up and tucked it so as to prevent it falling down, and then hitched her knickers up tight.
Philippa gripped the desk tight and waited for the onslaught.
Approximately three minutes later her bottom was ablaze with the six marks from the teachers size 5 white lace up plimsoll having been applied with the fullest of force. Philippa was in tears as she was told to stand.
“Next time it will be the cane, is that clear Philippa?” Said Mrs Robbins pointing the plimsoll at her.
“Yes Miss.”
“Right now get out and go to your next lesson.” She said while putting her plimsoll back on and tying up her laces.
Philippa made a hasty retreat through a now full changing room of first years, not wanting to be seen crying.
Back in the main school, Theresa had left the headmistresses office in the same state as her friends. She too rushed past Mary giving no indication of what she’d got.
Mary knocked on the door and entered.
“No wait outside please Mary, we’re not ready for you yet.”
Mary returned and waited. Suddenly she heard footsteps down the corridor and was horrified to see it was Mum making her way down.
“Don’t even dare offering any excuse my girl, I’ve had it up to here with you and your sister.” Said mum as she opened the door and entered the study.
If she was worried before, her fears were more than doubled now. For some reason, being caned in front of mum made it even worse.
The door was opened by Janice
“Come in please Mary. Stand in front of the desk.”
Mary made her way in and looked at the headmistress. No cane, she thought to herself, that’s odd. However behind her, her mother was holding the cane that had just been used on three other teenage girls. She then spoke.
“You’re very lucky that the headmistress has insisted I let you keep your knickers on for this and restrict it to just six strokes. Bend over the desk.”
“I’m sorry mum, it won’t happen again.”
“No it won’t, now bend over.”
Mary resigned to her fate took up her position. Still in her PE kit her skirt rode up to reveal her maroon gym knickers. Mum moved the skirt a little higher.
One tap of the cane and then
SSSWISHHHH WHHHHHACCCKKKK
Mary gripped onto the desk tight and swayed her hips.
SSSWISHHHHH. WWHHHACCKKKKKKK
“Arghhhh.”
The caning continued regardless of Mary’s reactions.
SSSWWISSHHHHH. WWHHHACKKKKKK
“AARRGHHHH.”
Red lines were now very apparent on the bare parts of her bottom, and protruded either side of her gym knickers.
SSSWWWIIISHHH. WWHHACKKKKKK
Mrs Ferris was certainly not holding back, and the two other adults in the room were surprised at how hard Mary was being caned.
Stroke five landed with the same force
“AAAARRRGHHHHHHHH.”
Mary was now struggling to keep still, but she knew her mothers rule on staying in position. If she stood or put her hands in the way, that stroke wouldn’t count and she’d also get a penalty stroke.
Almost there, she thought to herself.
SWWISSSHHH. WWWHHHACCCKKKK
The last one and Mary collapsed on the desk sobbing her teenage heart out. Still at least she still had the tickets in the front of her knickers. She hoped her sister was grateful for what she’d been through.
It was the headmistress who spoke first.
“I hope that dissuades you from truanting young lady. I can’t imagine that you’d want to receive that again any time soon.”
“Yes Miss I’m very sorry.”
It was them. Mums turn to speak
“Don’t think that’s the end of it young lady. We’ll be discussing this at home tonight but for now you better get changed and to your lesson and be quick about it.”
Mary left the room in tears and went to get changed. As soon as no one was looking she removed the tickets and hid them inside her satchel. The question now was whether mum would let them go.
Both Ferris girls survived the rest of the day just about, but sore bottoms meant they were constantly fidgeting on the wooden school chairs. They met up at mums car for the first time since PE.
“Did you get them?” Asked Philippa
“Yes in my satchel. Not sure she’ll let us go though after this. Did you get caught?” Replied Mary.
“Yes. And got six with Robbins dap on my knickers. What did you get?”
“Six of the cane from mum, and she said we’d discuss it more at home. I guess we’ll both get the slipper tonight. “
“Oh brilliant just the news I wanted to hear.”
Mum arrived and opened the car doors without saying a word. The journey home was conducted in total silence, and the twenty minute drive to their house seemed like an age.
On arrival dad was already home so they hoped he might calm mum down. In through the front door the girls took their shoes off and put them in the cupboard under the stairs. They both noticed mums dap hanging on a hook by its lace and wondered how many they’d be getting later.
They were about to head up their rooms when mum stopped them.
“Oh no, we’re going to the sewing room to have a chat about today’s behaviour.”
The sewing room was effectively mums study, where she marked work, and had her sewing machine, but it was also where punishments took place. A small stool was there for the girls to bend over.
Both thought about pleading for forgiveness but thought better of it.
Once inside mum shut the door.
“Right then, hand over the tickets.”
Both girls looked at each other thinking of denying they had them.
“They’re in my satchel.” Said Mary
“Go and get them then.”
As Mary left the room, mum and Philippa stood in silence. Mary returned and handed them to mum.
Mrs Ferris looked at them and then tore them in half and and half again.
“Mum no please.”
“Do you really think I’m going to let you go to this after your behaviour. You won’t be going anywhere other than school without me or your father for the next month. And then we’ll review it.”
“We could have sold them though.” Said Mary now in tears
“Tough!”
“Right then. I was disgusted and ashamed to say that you are my daughters today. You left me in an embarrassing position with my colleagues and my bosses at school. How do you think it looks if I can’t control my own daughters?”
“Sorry mum.”
“Yes I’m sorry too mum.”
“Well you both will be. Philippa go and fetch me the dap. Mary bend over the stool.”
“But mum I’ve already had the cane from you and my bottom is so sore“ argued Mary
“That was in school and I told you it wasn’t the end of matters. Now bend over before I get very angry.”
Mary knew better than to make her mum even more angry in this situation and lowered herself over the stool.
Mum went behind her and raised her skirt tucking it qinto her blouse. She then took hold of the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down to her knees displaying a caned bottom with six vivid red marks from her earlier caning.
Philippa had now returned with the plimsoll. It was a tatty old size 8 that dad had worn for a while and was now repurposed for smacking teenage bottoms. Philippa handed it over and looked at her twin sisters poor bottom.
Mum looked at Philippa
“How many did Mrs Robbins give you?”
“Six”
“Right let’s see what twelve feels like on top of that.”
WHHHAAPPPPP
Mary sunk down onto the stool and for the second time today, sobbed her heart out.
The plimsoll rained down on her poor young bottom and the slipper marks covered and raised the cane marks back to life. By the end her bottom was crimson. Eventually mum stopped throwing the plimsoll to one side.
“Stand up and change places with your sister. “
The girls changed places, Philippa bending over and pulling her skirt up ready for her slippering. She waited for mum to pull down her knickers, but she didn’t.
“Now I know full well that you were just as involved in this plan as your sister even if somehow you didn’t get caught. So it’s only fair that you receive the same as her.”
Philippa heard a sound of a rattle of something and then a swishing sound.
Mum had brought home a school cane and was going to use it on her daughter.
“Six of the best like I gave Mary, luckily for you with your knickers on.”
“Mum no please not the cane please mum please.”
“Silence. Your sister got hers so it’s your turn now.”
Mum then proceeded to administer the worst punishment either girl had received at home. The noise could probably be heard next door but mum wasn’t bothered by that.
Six strokes later and lots of screams and wailing Philippa was allowed to stand up.
“Right you are both going to bed without tea. As well as your homework you will write a letter to the headmistress apologising for your behaviour and thanking her for being lenient with your punishments. You’ve let so many people down today and you can acknowledge that in your letters. Now get out of my sight.”
Mary and Philippa slowly went to their rooms. Mary closed the door and stared at the poster on the wall.
“Arrgghhhh” she screamed as he ripped the Bay City Rollers poster into hundreds of pieces.
