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“I can’t believe you two girls have been so neglected,” their new Step-Mom exclaimed, “18 years old, underdeveloped, scrawny, and with no sexual experience at all. I’ve never heard of sisters your age that haven’t even masturbated, and certainly very few that have never played with each other.”
Sarah and Sophie were terribly embarrassed at being undressed like this in front of each other, and in front of Mummy as well. They’d been told to kiss their sister between her legs, which Mummy said was just the start of the training they so badly needed.
However, they had to obey what she said, even calling her Mummy, or they would both be spanked really hard, then Daddy would be very upset when he came home from work.
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Alexandra Townsley was settling in to her new life quite nicely, now that the pandemonium of the wedding, and the romantic honeymoon were over, and she was finding her way round her husband Gerald’s big house. She had visited a few times while they were dating, spending no more than a day here on each occasion, meeting Gerald’s two daughters only once. The problem was, they both worked in Miami, had met, socialised, and dated there, but she lived in Fort Lauderdale, about 30 miles from the office, while Gerald lived near Orlando, halfway up the state. He had an apartment near the beach, 5 miles from the office, and she’d been there often, she even had a wardrobe full of clothes in the guest bedroom.
She’d met Sarah and Sophie twice for fittings of their flower girl dresses for the wedding, and then at the ceremony itself, where she’d taken them up to her hotel room afterwards, for a family girl talk. They were both painfully shy, and reticent, but they showed no animosity at all to Alexandra, just perfect politeness, and what Alex thought was a touch of fear. She’d hugged them both, kissed their cheeks, and said how much she was looking forward to getting to know them when she returned from the honeymoon in two weeks time.
After Gerald had left for work on Monday, Alex had wandered round the whole house, attic to basement, becoming familiar with each room, and the different routes to get from one place to another. She was alone at the moment, as the housekeeper had gone to the market for groceries, and her new daughters were still at boarding school till the end of the week, at which time they would have a 2 week mid-term break. Alex intended to use that time to get to know the girls personally, to become their friend, as well as their step-mother, and she wanted to take advantage of this week to do some homework on them.
She explored Sarah’s bedroom in great detail, noticing that all her underwear was only reasonably pretty, patterned cotton bikini panties, and harmonizing cotton vests, their only sparkle being a narrow strip of lace round the edges. There were no silks or satins, no suggestive outfits, nothing even slightly sexy, and when she checked Sophie’s undie draw, it was just the same. There weren’t even any bras in there, although neither girl was well endowed, and they didn’t even have training bras.
When she looked along the girls’ bookcase, their reading choices were typical girly romances, mixed in with factual publications, but absolutely nothing even vaguely racy, and strangely there were no teenage magazines anywhere. There were plenty of books overall, one shelf was even stacked two deep, but there was a whole section of typical young female reading that was missing in both of her daughter’s libraries. When she looked at the back row of the well stacked shelf, the fourth book along had no title on the spine, which was a bit unusual, and the next eleven were the same. Pulling one from the middle, the front was plain pink, with a white rectangle in the title position, handwritten in pen, with “Sarah – 2006”, in a very neat script. Alex flicked the pages quickly, without reading them, just getting a feel for the book, which was laid out as a journal, with pages dated on the top, in sporadic places. Some were every page, with only a short entry underneath, and some were several pages apart, as if a very long account had been written down. If this was Sarah’s diary of sorts, then perhaps she didn’t ought to read it, as it would be a huge invasion of her privacy, yet it could be of great help in understanding her daughter.
Alex decided to read only one page, just to see if it was her girl’s most private thoughts, in which case she would ask permission when they came home at the weekend. Opening the book in the middle, she started one of the longer entries, and was so shocked that she read all four pages that it covered.
One week later, on the Monday, following a very pleasant weekend when her daughters had returned from school, Alex called them both up to her bedroom after Gerald had left for work. As usual, he would be away till Friday, staying in the Miami flat so he didn’t have to commute every day, which meant Alex had five days to sort out a delicate issue with the girls.
She had them stand beside her bed, and explained that she’d learned some very disturbing information about their upbringing, and she fully intended to do something about it, right away.
“I can’t believe you two girls have been so neglected,” their new Step-Mom exclaimed, “18 years old, scrawny, underdeveloped, and with no sexual experience at all. I’ve never heard of sisters your age that haven’t even masturbated, and certainly very few that have never played with each other.”
Sarah and Sophie kept their eyes down, desperately embarrassed at being undressed like this in front of each other, and in front of Mummy as well.
She’d made them strip to their panties, exposing their tiny tittie bumps, and now they’d been ordered to undress completely, and actually kiss their sister between her legs. It was totally unbearable, and they’d both die of shame at behaving in such a rude fashion, which Mummy had said was just the start of the training they so badly needed.
However, they had to obey whatever she said, even calling her Mummy, or they would both be spanked really, really hard, she’d told them, and Daddy would be very upset when he came home from work, and was told that they had been disrespectful to his new wife.
When she’d read one of Sarah’s journals the week before, it had completely changed the plans she had prepared on how to draw her two daughters into the new family arrangements, following her marriage to Gerald. She had chosen a book from the middle of the set, about twelve books in total she had guessed, and if they were in order, the date on the front cover, “2006”, would make Sarah twelve years old when she wrote it. Her decision to read only one page, then ask permission to continue, was overridden by what her daughter had recorded, and that one entry made it imperative that she read the rest. Not just a few more entries, but the complete set of twelve journals, which had begun when Sarah was six years old, and had continued right up until the day after the wedding, when she returned to boarding school.
That first entry, which had so shocked her, and also piqued her interest, was from Sarah’s thirteenth birthday, and recorded in great detail how her Mummy had wakened her a little early on her special day. Sarah had stood beside her bed wearing just the cotton pyjamas she’d slept in, pale blue, with a pattern of yellow teddies, then removed them at her mother’s command. The account clearly listed Sarah’s feelings of intense shame in having to expose her body this way, in front of Mummy, as well as the woman’s disparaging comments on how under developed the girl’s figure was for a teenager. Alex was totally amazed that this woman could undermine her own daughter’s confidence in this way, but it got worse when she read the next section, where Sarah put her foot on a chair, for her Mummy’s inspection. Without moving, the girl had felt her mother’s finger run along her spread slit, scraping her nail over the sensitive clitoris, then she’d been shown the inevitable thick girl juice coating Mummy’s finger. While Alex knew that nearly all girls Sarah’s age would be damp in the mornings, as a consequence of growing up, her mother had then lectured her daughter as if she’d been a street hooker. Sarah’s statement of contrition followed, and was heart rending in its tone of utter failure to behave as the “nice girl” her Mummy deserved.
While still in her spread open position, Sarah had been smacked between her legs with a leather strap, mounted on a wooden handle, that Mummy retrieved from Sarah’s wardrobe. Alex was curious about this, and had put the book down to see if the strap was still in its original place, although she’d seen no sign of anything like that when she was looking at Sarah’s collection of clothes earlier. Opening the closet doors wide, it all looked perfectly normal, but she soon found a secret compartment full of punishment implements, and another hidden space on the opposite side.
She suddenly thought that if Sarah had suffered this terrible mistreatment, maybe Sophie has as well, so she went to her bedroom, going straight to the wardrobe, and finding an identical set of hidden compartments, with almost the same set of items in them. Next she examined Sophie’s bookcase, found a double stacked shelf, concealing a set of twelve journals with her name and dates on them, and a similar recorded narrative detailing her own severe punishments.
Going back to Sarah’s room, Alex picked up the girl’s journal again, and then seated herself in the reading corner, settling in to the comfy chair after moving half a dozen soft toys around. She read till lunchtime, having covered nearly a month, at which point the housekeeper announced that food was ready in the kitchen, so Alex joined her for a small salad. As Lady of the house, Alex had arranged that breakfast and lunch would be eaten at the small table in the kitchen, since they were not formal meals, and would provide a comfortable atmosphere. Dinner would be taken in the main dining room of course, and would usually be a best dress occasion, so that they could enjoy a much more formal, elegant affair, which she hoped would give the girls a chance to show off their etiquette.
She now had chance to chat with the housekeeper, other than arranging meals and cleaning, finding that she’d worked for Gerald’s first wife only two years before the poor woman had died from a heart defect. Since then she’d run the house as best she could, taking care of the young girls when they were home from school, and Gerald whenever it was required. She was much happier now that Alex had married “Mr Townsley”, Alex still smiled at the more formal use of her husband’s name, while she had insisted the housekeeper call her Alex if she was going to call her Lupina.
Carefully moving the conversation round to her daughters, Alex said she very much wanted to be friends with them, and hoped that they would be good girls for her, well behaved so that she could be proud of them. Lupina said “Madam Karen was very strict with the young ladies, but they caused no trouble, and never brought down shame on the house. Even when Madame Karen passed away, and Miss Sarah and Miss Sophie grieve for many months, they behave to make their father proud.”
On the surface, these were exemplary children, so Alex couldn’t see why their mother, Karen, had punished them so severely, but when she broached the matter of her strictness, Lupina said many mothers bring up their children as they were raised themselves. She seemed uncomfortable discussing Karen in any sort of negative light, which was probably her loyalty to the family, so Alex was very understanding about it, and excused herself to get back upstairs to her reading.
The first account that Alex had read was on Sarah’s thirteenth birthday, and in recognition of her becoming a teenager, Mummy was now going to administer more grown up punishments to the young girl. Following the strapping of her daughter’s vulva, Karen now presented her with a school cane, made of very flexible bamboo, with a curved handle. Turning her naked daughter’s back to her, Karen had delivered 3 cuts to the upper curves of her bottom, making her cry out each time, despite Sarah’s attempt to be brave for her Mummy. The next 3 cuts required the girl to bend from the waist, folding in half as she was very flexible, spreading her feet so wide that the whole of her reddened sex was displayed, then taking the discipline on the lower curves of her bottom.
With only a short pause to compose herself, Sarah now had to stand facing her Mummy, feet apart, hands behind her head, with elbows drawn back to present her almost flat chest. Three more strokes of the cane were delivered, one to the top crease of her pubic mound where it joined her tummy, the next across the centre of her stomach, in line with her hip bones, and the final cut right across her navel. This had stung her belly button so much, that Sarah dropped both hands down to her tummy, which had earned her a slap to both sides of her face for not staying in position, and a threat that she would be tied to the doorframe if she didn’t behave. When Alex looked over towards Sarah’s closet, she realised that the drapes surrounding the frame, while beautifully feminine swathes of pink satin and organza, were mounted with rather heavy fittings on all four corners. She could see they would easily support the weight of a struggling young girl.
Returning her attention to the account, Sarah recorded how the next three cuts of the cane bit into her little titties, one on the upper slope, one on the lower slope, and the third cut directly across her stiff nipples, which left her teats sore for several hours. Her Mummy had said there was just one stroke remaining to complete her thirteen birthday spanks, so Sarah was ordered to lay across her bed, with her bottom on the edge. She then had to lift her legs, and spread them into a full ballet splits, perfectly straight, parallel to the firm mattress, and hold the position while Mummy brought the cane down really hard on the middle of her girl cleft. She had screamed loudly when the very tip had hit her little button, and was sure Mummy had broken it, but she dared not look down, in case Mummy did it again.
Alex wasn’t averse to a little rough treatment herself, in a loving environment, and had enjoyed a few spankings from Gerald when they were dating, as well as during the honeymoon, but nothing as severe as Sarah’s account depicted on her birthday. Neither was she against corporal punishment for children who behaved badly, as she’d been spanked on numerous occasions as a teenager by both her parents, with a paddle mostly, always on the bare bottom, and it had never seemed out of place. Of course, it was still embarrassing to be put over her Mum’s knee, her skirt and panties taken down, and spanked like a child much younger than her actual age. The punishments had been deserved though, and always made her behave much better for quite a while afterward, in case she received another one. But from what she’d read so far, there were very few incidents where Sarah had done anything deserving of more than a hand spanking.
She’d read all the accounts for the year when Sarah was thirteen, finding that she’d been subjected to a wide variety of discipline, though few as severe as her birthday, and many more that were merely a smacked bottom, but never one across her mother’s knee. It seemed strange that for all her punishments, the girl was stood, bent over, or laid across some piece of furniture, never in close contact with her Mummy. In several places, Sarah had written about a gentle touch to her hair, or her cheek, that had her gushing with excitement about the pleasure her Mummy had shown because she’d been a good girl.
Sarah was older than her sister Sophie, by just fifteen minutes, but they were non-identical twins, Sarah had lighter hair, but darker skin, was a few inches shorter, but had a more firmly fleshed out body than Sophie. The younger girl was very slender, bordering on underweight, and her complexion was almost white, the type that would tan to a bright red, rather than soft golden bronze. Their facial features were identical to their parents, with Sarah the image of her Mum, while Sophie looked exactly like her Dad, and the one common trait they shared was that they both had Gerald’s deep blue eyes. They had no other siblings, although Karen had been pregnant with a boy, about four years after the girls were born, but she had miscarried at 8 months, and had been ill for a long time afterwards. The girls had both been dreadfully upset at the loss of their anticipated brother, as much as their parents, and Gerald had taken a lot of time off work to care for his family. That would have made the girls five years old when things began to get back to normal, which Alex thought would correspond to the first book in the set of journals, wondering if there might be some clue there as to what had happened.
Alex went and got the first journal from each of her daughters’ collections, and started to read Sarah’s from the beginning, finding the introduction to be a
typical piece of primary school work.
“My name is Sarah, and I am 5 years old”
“I have a sister called Sophie and we are twins”
“I love Mummy and Daddy and Sophie”
“Mummy says I can have a journal because I am a big girl now”
After a few weeks entries of routine school and play details, Sarah wrote that her Mummy was better now and could get out of bed, and over the next few days, Karen had become more mobile, and even played with the girls, though not for long. A month later Sarah was overjoyed that she had been given her own room, and her sister as well, with quite a few entries about visiting each other, as if they lived miles away, not just across the hallway. Another few weeks passed with nothing out of the ordinary, then Gerald had returned to work full time, and would be away all week, which had upset both girls, but he’d reassured them that he’d be back at the weekend, and would take them on a nice trip. The next two entries for Sarah and Sophie began to change in their tone, a lot of the happy silliness was gone, Mummy wouldn’t play with them after school, and she looked very sad.
At the start of the next week, after Gerald had left for the office, Karen had kept the girls off school, telling them she needed to have a grown up talk with them, but with each one separately, so Sophie was told to go and play in her room, and not come out until Mummy came to see her.
Sarah was very worried, because her Mummy was very serious, sometimes sad, and sometimes raised her voice as if she’d done something wrong. Most of the rest of the entry showed that Sarah was very confused, as Mummy tried to explain why she’d been poorly, and the baby had died because her tummy was broken, so she couldn’t have any more babies, ever.
Karen had insisted that her daughters must behave themselves so Mummy could be proud of them, the journals of both girls recorded nearly an identical lecture, and the fact that somehow it had been their fault that Mummy was so poorly that the baby died. Sarah had been put over her Mummy’s knee and spanked on her bare bottom, very hard, she said, as Karen explained to her that her own Mummy had punished her this way when she was naughty. Standing her daughter up, Karen had undressed her completely, telling her that now she had her own room, where people couldn’t see what she was doing, she must always tell her Mummy if she’d been naughty at all, then she would be spanked to make everything alright again. She was never to tell her Daddy when she was naughty, because he would be very sad to know she was not a good girl. She must never tell him that she’d been punished either, because only naughty girls were punished, and then he’d be even more sad. Sarah had cried, saying she didn’t want her Daddy to be sad, and wouldn’t do anything wrong at all. Karen told her daughter a long list of things she mustn’t do, mostly sensible things that Sarah understood, and didn’t do anyway, apart from tidying up her toys and clothes, which she promised to be better at.
Sophie had written a similar account, with the usual differences that almost everyone gets from their own recollections, but it included the spanking, being undressed, and the instructions to report any naughtiness to her Mummy, but not to her Daddy.
Karen then added some more restrictions on the girls, which neither of them had understood, about touching their bodies in a rude and unladylike manner, except very quickly when they went to the toilet, or washed themselves. Responding to Sarah’s puzzled looks, Karen had run her fingers between her daughter’s legs, pointing out the slightly raised mound, and how it would later grow more plump, and become covered in hair. Apparently, Sarah had a puffy slit, even at 5 years old, which Karen softly ran her fingertips along the edges of, then down the central groove, from the indent in her mons, right to her anus. Gripping each petal, Karen had pulled it outwards, squeezed it, and stroked it, explaining that naughty girls did this because it tickled really nicely, but if their Mummy loved them, they would be punished, because nice girls didn’t do that sort of thing. When she was much, much, older, her Mummy had said, then her husband would tickle her down there, and it would be so lovely between them, but not before. Karen had shown her all the feminine places that could be stimulated, but were not allowed, including her clitoral button, inner lips, and nipples, even her vaginal entrance had been probed with a finger just to show how much it would hurt if she played there.
All of this touching had produced a physical response in Sarah, making her tingly, and she’d been made lay to on her bed, with her legs wide apart, while her Mummy had pointed out that there were visible signs that she had been touched. Sarah had actually been pleased when her Mummy had told her it showed she wasn’t a baby anymore, she had now grown up into Mummy’s little girl, and she was very proud of her. It also meant that she couldn’t call these places her lady bits anymore, because it was rude, so in company she would have to call them her private parts, because that’s what nice girls did. The only exceptions to this would be when she was on her own, in which case between her legs must be described as her cunny, her chest was to be called her boobies, and her rear entrance was to be her bum hole. She must never refer to her body by those names when she was talking to anyone, or they could hear her say the names, unless it was her Mummy or a doctor, because they would understand private girly matters like this, and it would show Sarah was growing up.
Sarah and Sophie’s accounts had radiated pride that Mummy thought them now grown up, worthy of keeping confidences in private matters, and a fierce determination that they would never let her down. Karen didn’t allow the girls to get dressed when her little talk was finished; they had to remain naked as they were, while she went to talk with their sister. Because there was plenty to discuss, she had split it into several sections, and kept swapping between her daughters bedrooms, adding more information each time, and keeping them focused on their new status. During the final portion, just before lunch, Sarah learned what would happen if she was naughty, as Mummy put her over her knee face up, spread her legs, saying she still showed evidence of touching earlier, then hand spanked her exposed cunny. Sarah had written how painful this had been, but then her Mummy had brought out a small leather paddle, and spanked her delicate flesh again, telling her this is what she would get if she touched her cunny too often. Despite the shock her daughter felt, Karen went on to use the paddle on her flat chest, then turned her over to spank the full length of her anal crease, including the pouting little rosebud itself. Sarah was determined that she’d never do anything to earn a repeat of this discipline session, but added that Mummy had said how brave she’d been, and she was ecstatic to be praised in this way. Sophie’s journal revealed a similar example punishment, and resulting praise, eliciting the same joyous response as her sister.
The next few months of entries in both girls journals contained everyday items that brightened their days, most of which involved praise from their Mummy, offset by increasing concern over her frequent bouts of sadness. They were well behaved for the most part, earning a rare spanked bottom for breaking something, making a mess round the house, or neglecting their chores. Towards the end of the year, Karen began to give her daughters a regular inspection every Friday after school, requiring them to undress completely in their bedroom, then examining their breast and vulva for signs of any early development. The girls were much too young to be entering puberty, although Karen seemed to find increasing occasions, after each lengthy exam, where one or other of the girls showed signs of having been rude, and touching the very areas she’d warned them to keep away from. Despite their accounts all containing impassioned denials, Sarah’s cunny often showed redness, was swollen, or else coated in girl juice, and Sophie regularly had erect nipples that were rock hard, even when squeezed strongly. Karen insisted they would have to be punished for letting her down, that she was very disappointed in them, and their Daddy would be terribly upset if he found out what his little girls had done. There was no information about how many spanks they were given, or how long it went on for, but both girls said it went on for ages, or they were spanked again and again, until it hurt terribly.
During the next 2 years, when the girls were 6 and 7 years old, these harsh punishments became more severe, at first, just harder slaps, then for longer periods, till their Mummy started to pause when their little bodies were red hot, and they were crying hard. Karen would gently stroke their tender flesh for a while, then begin to pinch and poke it, harder and harder, till finally she would resume the spanking once more. Gradually more pauses were introduced, as Karen began to lengthen the punishments, then after a few months, she had started to spank her daughters on their breasts and their cunny. Following the girls seventh birthday, the routine worsened again, and after being spanked by their Mummy’s hand, the paddle was added as a second phase, striking the already tenderised flesh. Throughout all of this, neither girl admitted they had actually touched themselves, although they readily owned up to any of the other faults they were punished for.
Alex was definitely of the opinion that Karen was manufacturing the results of her examinations, as an excuse for inflicting this wicked discipline on her poor daughters. Several other comments the girls had made led her to believe that Karen hadn’t yet recovered from the recent miscarriage, and was probably suffering from depression, on top of the grief at the loss of her baby. She often told the girls that she’d been punished for the sort of behaviour she was trying to prevent in them, and her parents were very disappointed in her, which Alex could see made her guilt ridden, and also determined her daughters would make Gerald proud of them.
When the girls were eight years old, quite a few weeks after their birthday, the regular weekly examination by Mummy had revealed another change in their status, which at first they were ecstatic about. Sophie had been the first one for her Mummy to notice a larger than usual swelling in her boobies, which as usual earned her a set of spankings, and as her Mummy pinched, tweaked, and twisted her breasts even harder, began to realise that this was more than she’d originally thought. She didn’t stop though, and still gave Sophie a very painful spanking with the paddle on her little boobies, until they were bright red, and stinging intensely. Karen then conducted a much more methodical exam of the whole area around each sore, throbbing nipple, around and under the aureole as well, carefully mapping out the size and shape of the lump that had appeared on each side of her daughter’s chest. This was the first sign of the onset of puberty in her youngest daughter, and a week later her sister had shown the same signs of swelling in her breasts. They were given a further exam every evening during the next two weeks, and when their Mummy had confirmed that they were growing titties now, instead of boobies, becoming young ladies, they had both squealed with excitement.
The following entries for several days were bubbling over with what it meant for them to be nearly women, instead of children, and they were fascinated with the tiny bumps growing on their chest. This constant enthusiasm soon had them in trouble though, at first for spending lots of time naked in front of the mirror when they were supposed to be getting ready for bed. While it was a couple of days apart, they had both been preening, admiring their tittie buds as they turned this way and that. When Mummy caught them staring at the tiny swellings, she paddled their bare bottoms and thighs, till they couldn’t see through the tears. A few days later they were caught in front of the mirror again, but they were squeezing, and pressing the little soft titties, which their Mummy was furious about. This time she used the paddle around their breast bumps, and especially on the hard teats, till each one was bright red, and felt as if it was on fire.
On Monday of the following week, Karen set up a flat metal plate in each girl’s bedroom, on her dresser, it was nice and pretty, with pink enamelled sides, decorated with tiny flowers, and a 6x8 enamelled base plate, painted with fairy scenes. When Sarah was undressed ready for the extra exam Mummy had said they needed, she told her how disappointed she was that she had been playing with her newly growing titties, and it showed she was not ready yet. Karen explained that she had found that it was possible to stop Sarah’s titties from growing, until she was grown up enough not to be naughty with them, so she was going to do something called Breast Ironing, which they did in Africa. Mummies over there rubbed warm stones on their daughter’s little chest bump to stop it becoming a big girl’s tittie, and when their daughter had grown up to be a good girl, Mummie would stop ironing, and the titties grew normally.
Karen showed Sarah how the pretty unit plugged into the mains and became very hot, and the six black stones that sat on it to get nice and warm. Sarah had to sit in the chair, in front of her dressing table mirror, while Karen fastened soft straps round her upper arms, elbows, and wrists, securing them solidly to the chair. She told Sarah, this was because some girls were very naughty, and wouldn’t to what their Mummy iron their breasts, so they could be good little girls. Sarah wrote in her journal that it had been quite nice when Mummy first stroked her titties with two stones, one on each side, running them all round the place where her breasts would grow later. When the stones got cold, Mummy used two more, but they were hotter, and burned at first, like getting in a hot bath, especially when they went over her nipples, which had become hard. Karen had used each set of stones twice, and Sarah said they got worse each time, burning her skin, and making it very red, and sore.
When it was finished, Karen released her, and had given her a big hug, for being such a brave girl, doing what Mummy told her to do. Sarah added that she was really glad she had made Mummy happy, no matter how much it hurt, and next time she would try not to cry so much, because it made Mummy sad, and she wanted her to be happy all the time. The breast ironing was repeated on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday every week, apparently as a safeguard to allow the breasts to heal, and not get overheated, otherwise Alex had a feeling that Karen would do it every day. After a few months, Karen introduced some smaller stones, following several incidents where she had caught both girls rubbing their slit, and had to spank them severely on their cunny with the paddle. The smaller stones were heated, and rubbed over the girl’s clitoris, to stop it growing so big, and being a much more sensitive bit of flesh hurt much worse. Sarah had wrote how terrible it felt, like holding a lit match to her cunny, and each stone made it even more agonizing as it was already sore. She tried not to wriggle, because then Mummy pressed it much harder, to keep it in place, and that squashed it against her tummy bone.
Sophie’s accounts were very similar, except that her breasts had always been more sensitive, the teats becoming erect very easily, so the heated stone, on such delicate flesh, was even more excruciating for her, than it was for Sarah. Not that either of them knew what their sister suffered, since they never even discussed it, being already too ashamed that they were being naughty, and so making Mummy sad.
By the beginning of the next year, Sarah and Sophie’s breasts had hardly grown at all, remaining as little buds beneath the nipple, but the breast ironing was still carried out every week. Karen had apparently been chatting with one of the nurses when she had a check up, and the nurse advised that she would need to increase the blood flow, to assist the breast ironing. When Sarah was next examined by her Mummy, and the hot stones had been pressed painfully all over her chest, and round her little button as well, Karen had brought out some small glass tubes. They were fastened on her nipples, one at a time, and the air pumped out with a “handle thing”, Sarah had written, stretching her teats right into the tube, making them ache. A third one had been attached to the top of her slit, over her clitoris, and sucked into that tube, which Sarah had said felt tingly at first, but soon hurt like her tittie buds did. Her Mummy had left the room then, presumably to attend to Sophie, returning after ten minutes to check how Sarah was doing, giving her a hug for being a brave girl, but then putting more suction on each of the tubes. Sarah had been whimpering as her nipples and clitoris were pulled further out, and wrote how walking round her bedroom made them jiggle painfully, and she was so glad when her Mummy had taken them off at last. The suction tubes were used once a week, on Monday evening, and both Sarah and Sophie had written how much they had ached, even several days later, and they were glad it was only one day.
Their lives continued on in the same routine, with spankings being earned every two or three weeks, quite often for playing with their breasts or pussy, and Alex was surprised it wasn’t a lot more often, considering the amount of attention they were being subjected to.
The next major change was shortly after Sarah’s twelfth birthday, when her period started, which she’d been expecting because her Mummy discussed what would happen when she’d had tummy ache the month before, and the one before that. Karen didn’t want her daughters to use tampons, since they’d have to push something inside their vagina, three or four times a day, and she decided pads would be too messy, so she’d asked the nurse who had given her the advice about the suction tubes. When Sarah began bleeding in the morning, her Mummy had cleaned her up in the bath, then eased a silver tube into her vagina, being careful not to damage her hymen on the way in. Sarah said it had felt funny having something moving about inside her, and when the tube went over the end of her cervix it had made her cramp really bad. It was worse when Karen squeezed the handle on the protruding end, because it had pushed a rubber cervix cup out of the tube, and it had closed over the neck of Sarah’s womb. The rubber neck squeezed tight enough to prevent any blood leaking out, so there was no mess, and the constant pressure was only mildly uncomfortable on her cervix. As the lining of Sarah’s womb began to collapse over the next few days, the tissue remained trapped inside. At the end of a week, the silver tube was inserted again, the end opened to fit over the cervix cup, then closed behind it, to press an internal ring behind the tight rubber seal. When Karen slowly pulled the tube out of her daughter’s vagina, it had stretched her cervix painfully, elongating it until the ring of muscle had been forced to squeeze through the restricted opening, and the girl’s womb pulled back up into her tummy. The rubber cap had been pulled off into the tube’s centre, where it was removed, and washed for next month.
The blood remaining inside Sarah’s womb was flushed out when she had a long tapered nozzle pushed through her cervix, stretching it quite wide, and making Sarah cry from the severe pain as it was inserted. When it was fully in place, it was connected to the taps, and Karen slowly ran warm water into the girl’s uterus. Sarah had vividly described her feelings during the whole of this procedure, from mild discomfort when the tip was inserted, up to intense agony when the widest part was wedged deep inside her little body. The warm water had been soothing at first, then really strange when her tummy began to swell, then more painful again when the nozzle was pulled back a short way, to expose several slits that allowed the blood to be flushed down her vagina, and into the bath. When her Mummy had finished cleaning her up, she was put to bed for a nap, and Mummy brought her a nice drink of warm milk when she woke up. Karen had been extremely proud of the grown up way Sarah had handled all the discomfort of her period, but that was eclipsed by the unbridled joy of Sarah’s account that her Mummy was so pleased with her behaviour.
Two month’s later, Sophie had started her period, having to go through the same uncomfortable procedure as her sister, and finding the same pleasure in making her Mummy so happy.
Despite the unusual way the girls were brought up, they took it as natural that all women had the same problems to cope with, and since it was far too delicate a subject for discussion outside the family, they never knew different. It was also women’s matters, so was never brought up with their Daddy, and mentioned to doctors only in so far as they had no problems.
The big disaster came when Karen suddenly became ill when the girls were just turned sixteen, and was too unwell to take care of them as she used to. It was a hidden heart defect that had struck Karen down at 35 years old, and she’d been rushed into hospital for major repairs to the arteries feeding her blood round her body. It was only a temporary fix, and the damage was too extensive for any viable long term solution, even a heart transplant wouldn’t work in this case. The whole family had been devastated, but for Sarah and Sophie, the fact that Mummy’s heart had broken, brought back all the anxiety from the death of their baby brother. The girls had taken some of the blame on themselves for the earlier event, because they thought having twins was what had hurt their Mummy in the first place, so that her tummy was broken.
They were tormented now because they were naughty so often, and Mummy had worn herself out having to correct them all the time, but they couldn’t confide in anyone, because they would have to say how naughty they’d been.
Karen assured them they shouldn’t worry, but they must still try to be good girls, and keep up all the things they’d been taught, but because their Daddy mustn’t find out, she would ask Lupina to take care of them.
Within a few short months, Karen had passed away, and when things settled down a little, Sarah had approached the housekeeper with a very delicate matter. She confessed to Lupina that she had been naughty, touching herself in a rude way, and she really missed not having her Mummy to put things right for her, so had Mummy asked her to help when she was poorly. Karen had asked Lupina to help discipline the girls if they needed it, and reluctantly she’d agreed to what had been the woman’s dying wish. When she went to Sarah’s bedroom, and the girl explained what her Mummy had done to punish her, she almost backed out of her agreement. Sarah had pleaded so tearfully, and convincingly, why she desperately needed to make amends, that Lupina had agreed to take care of her. She also agreed that Gerald must never find out, as long as his daughters had been suitably corrected for all of their mistakes. Lupina was a devout Catholic, so understood how penance and forgiveness eased a person’s troubled soul, and although she would have much preferred Sarah to have achieved it through prayer, she was prepared to administer the type of discipline the young girl so obviously needed.
It had been a long time since Sarah had been punished, so the housekeeper followed her request to spank her bare bottom with the large paddle, and deliver six wicked cuts of the cane to the already reddened cheeks. She wasn’t as keen to use the small paddle on Sarah’s intimate areas, but kept to her word, striking the mound with increasing vigour at the girl’s request, then moving to her fleshy petals, and finally the slit itself, including the exposed clit. Now that she appreciated what level of discipline Sarah needed, she was more willing to spank the tiny breast buds, topped with their long nipples, and to thoroughly whip the crease of her bottom. Sarah had hugged her enthusiastically when the punishment was over, and the account in her journal faithfully recorded how totally at peace with herself she was, now that she had done what her Mummy would have wanted.
Two days later, Sophie had noticed how much brighter her sister was, and after a little chat that was quite out of character for both of them, she had approached Lupina to ask for help with her own discipline. From then on, the girls weren’t punished as often, or as severely as their Mummy had done, but every few weeks, they felt it necessary to seek the housekeeper’s assistance. Even though Karen was no longer with them, Sarah and Sophie both chose to continue ironing their breasts, despite the fact that at sixteen years old, they should have been fairly well endowed by now. The taunts they received from their school friends served to encourage them that Mummy would have been pleased with them, rather than the humiliation their friends intended to instil.
After a few months, everyone was coming to terms with their grief, ready to move towards a more normal life, and Gerald had enrolled his daughters in a boarding school, so they’d be cared for while he returned to full time work. Everyone had agreed to this after a few family discussions, even Lupina had been OK with a reduction in hours, just house sitting really, and despite all her protests, had allowed Gerald to keep her at the same salary. The girls routine was turned upside down, but they adjusted to it, moving their breast ironing to the weekend instead, and asking Lupina to administer their punishments on Friday evening, before Daddy came home.
Alex was pleased that Sarah and Sophie had both written favourably about her dating their Daddy, mainly because it made him so obviously happy, but also they liked the way Alex always spoke encouragingly about their Mummy. Most people tried to avoid the subject, struggling over how to cope properly with bereavement, but the girls were delighted that Alex always encouraged them to talk about the good times they’d enjoyed. They liked how Alex said it was quite alright to miss her desperately, and she was happy to hug them for as long as they wanted while they cried at their loss.
As the wedding drew nearer, both girls had speculated in their journals over what would change when their Daddy was married to another woman. Sarah wondered if Alex would take over her punishments when she was naughty, instead of Lupina, but that meant Alex would find out all the bad things she did to deserve her spankings. She might think she was a really bad girl, and not like her anymore, or she might ask Daddy if it was OK to spank them, and then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, and he would know they weren’t always good girls, and then he’d be very sad.
Sophie was actually hoping that Alex would take over her breast ironing for her, because she always stopped when it started to get hot, but Mummy went on much longer than she did, which would be better.
They had continued to ask Lupina to spank them while Alex and Gerald were away on honeymoon, even on the Friday evening before they arrived home, each girl had undressed for a spanking on their bottom, cunny and titties.
Alex thought long and hard about how she was going to handle all of this information she’d read in her daughters’ journals, without setting them against her, because she really wanted to be friends with them. There were things she definitely wanted to change about the way they had been treated, and some that she was in favour of keeping, but it needed very careful handling.
Alex decided on a direct approach to start with, counting on her daughters respect for authority, and the submissive attitude that Karen had fostered in them. She had been very pleasant, and laid back over the weekend when they returned from honeymoon, knowing Sarah and Sophie still had a week at boarding school, before they would have a 2 week mid-term break. She taken every opportunity to hug them, or just put her arm round them as they walked round, or sat down to relax, trying to counteract the lack of physical contact that came over in their journals. She also tried to be in their bedroom when it was time for them to get dressed, or undressed, brushing off their mild protest because they were just girls together, and showering them with compliments. She’d even walked in when they were in the bath, and she had washed their backs, and their hair, holding their fluffy towel when it was time to step out, but always finding something to say, which would leave them standing naked in front of her for as long as possible. When they left for their last week of school, she’d kissed them goodbye, checking their uniform was correct, and giving each girl a really big hug, because she was going to miss them.
The following weekend had been just as pleasant, and on the Monday, Alex called them both up to her bedroom after Gerald had left for work, which meant Alex now had five days to sort out these delicate issues with the girls.
She had them stand beside her bed, and explained that she’d learned some very disturbing information about their upbringing, and she fully intended to do something about it, right away. She believed they were missing out on a lot of things, and their discipline needed to be reviewed, as well as their diet, and of course, their personal hygiene program.
“I can’t believe you two girls have been so neglected,” their new Step-Mom exclaimed, “18 years old, scrawny, underdeveloped, and with no sexual experience at all. I’ve never heard of sisters your age that haven’t even masturbated, and certainly very few that have never played with each other.”
She’d made them strip to their panties, exposing their tiny tittie bumps, and now they’d been ordered to undress completely, and actually kiss their sister between her legs. It was totally unbearable, and they’d both die of shame at behaving in such a rude fashion, which Mummy had said was just the start of the training they so badly needed.
Sarah and Sophie kept their eyes down, desperately embarrassed at being undressed like this in front of each other, and in front of Mummy as well.
However, they had to obey whatever she said, even calling her Mummy, or they would both be spanked really, really hard, she’d told them, and Daddy would be very upset when he came home from work, and was told that they had been disrespectful to his new wife.
Alex explained that she had read their journals, all of them, so was fully aware of how they had been brought up. She knew their good points, that they were obedient, hard working girls, with excellent grades, and the bad points, that they could also be a bit naughty sometimes, which made the girls blush even more. Sarah and Sophie were relieved to hear that their discipline wasn’t to be the first item addressed, and listened carefully as the changes to their diet were given them, so that they could build up their bodies. Their Mummy knew their weight loss was mostly down to stress from the difficult time they’d been through, but the new healthy diet would soon improve things.
They both had a few skin problems, which Mummy’s solution for was a sun treatment regime, spending several hours each day they were off school, by the pool, sunbathing, but without suits. The girls both protested that it would be far too embarrassing to be undressed outside, but Alex assured them they wouldn’t be alone, as she intended to join them. A further protest was stopped immediately, when Alex told them this silly, childish modesty was to stop right away, since they both had beautiful bodies that only required minor changes, and they deserved to be shown off. If fact, they would be displayed, whenever they were told to, or else they would both be severely spanked.
As Alex had expected, her daughters merely dropped their heads at her harsh insistence, and quietly said, “Yes, Mummy.”
Sarah and Sophie were made to explain some of the things they had done wrong in previous years, that had earned them a spanking from her Mummy, and to admit that they both felt much better when they had been punished, and a nice hug showed that it was all forgotten about. Alex told them she was very much in favour of girls being spanked when they were naughty, although she had thought some of the methods rather extreme, it had evidently turned out two very good girls, that she was enormously proud of. She could see the girls faces light up at this confirmation that she still loved them, even after she found out how naughty they could be at times. She explained that it was quite natural for children to misbehave on occasion, and they should expect to be well punished for it, in any way those in charge of them at the time, saw fit. This showed they were loved enough that their parents and teachers wanted to make them better people, and if they accepted their discipline, they were loved as much as ever, and even more for being brave little girls.
Alex raised the point that she was aware that their Daddy didn’t know they had been punished, and she’d considered telling him, at which point both had pleaded desperately with her not to let him know. She told them she accepted how strongly her little girls felt about this, which was why she’d held off, for the moment, but she wanted them to think carefully about what it meant, and she would expect them, very soon, to ask her to let Daddy know. She stopped the objections they tried to raise, and told them she considered this secret meant they were lying to Daddy, by not telling him something he had a right to know. She would go along with it for a short time, while they considered what they were doing, but in the meantime, it was naughty to tell lies, so they would have to be punished for it.
Soon, Sarah and Sophie agreed that Mummy was right, but they still couldn’t bear to make Daddy sad, so they would have to take their punishment. Alex told them to both fetch their canes, at which they looked at her in horror, now realising that she must know about the hidden naughty girl’s shelf, and also, if they came back to Mummy’s bedroom, their sister would see them spanked. They were made to stand with the cane resting on their outstretched palms, as Mummy told them, “Naughty little girls who tell lies will be given 2 strokes of the cane, so for not telling Daddy you’ve been naughty, you can both bend over, facing each other, and I will deliver the cuts to your bare bottom.”
Alex speared nothing as she brought the thin bamboo down with her full might onto Sarah’s presented bum, then a cut across Sophie’s, so that her sister’s pain could sink in, then one more each.
After the girls had hung their canes on the back of Alex’s door, she made them sit on her bed, facing each other, with their legs wide apart, showing every intimate detail of their little cunny. The girls hardly dared look down at each other, but Alex insisted that they needed to learn about their bodies, and more than Biology, or Sex Ed classes would cover. Each girl had to display different parts of their cunny to their sister, telling her what it was called, more often using the polite term, though sometimes they used their private names, such as lips, or button. Alex explained all the more intimate names for such parts, making her daughters repeat them, then the more vulgar terms, some of which they new, but would never have dared to use. It was hard work trying to overcome their shyness, and even more so when they were made to touch each other, because they'd always been told it was naughty. Alex told them a compromise was called for, so the girls would obediently do exactly as their Mummy asked, without complaint, and that would make her so proud of them. In return, Mummy would agree that they were being naughty, and would give them the punishment they'd been brought up to expect for such behaviour, so they were paying for their mistakes, and Mummy would be even more proud of her little girls. After half an hour, both girls became quite wet, which upset them so much, that Alex sent them to get their small paddle, made them lay back with their legs wide apart, and spanked each one on her bare cunny. Instead of the usual lecture Mummy Karen had given them about being a naughty girl, Alex told them it was natural for a girl to get wet when she was touched. Then added, on her fat outer sex lips, and her puffy pubic mound, delivering an extra hard cut to each part as she named it, then continuing, and on her dripping hole, and also on her very erect, throbbing clit. She'd started with Sarah first, and the final spank on her clitoris had the girl moaning instead of crying, and Alex smiled as she watched her daughter's hips tremble from the sexual reaction in her punished little cunny. Sophie was next, and Alex could see that her own cunny was slightly swollen from watching her sister get spanked in this blatant manner, so Alex added a little extra flick at the end of each stroke, increasing the pain. When it came to the final two cuts along the very centre of Sophie's slit, she made her daughter pull her fat outer petals wide open while she spanked her vaginal entrance, and engorged clit. Seeing her younger daughter's approaching climax, Alex extended the punishment, emphasising each word with the paddle, “This.. is … what.. girls.. are.. expected.. to...do.” Sophie squealed, and panted, and moaned as the climax crashed over her inexperienced body, thrusting her hips up to the hard paddle, and spreading her thighs even wider.
For the rest of the day, they were taught how to stroke and pull their labia, how to rub their already throbbing clit with soft touches, and harder ones, then how to pinch and pull the sensitive little nubbin. They were not allowed to get dressed, and were even taken down to lunch whilst still completely naked, to Lupina's surprise, but Alex announced that Sarah and Sophie needed to grow more comfortable having people see their lovely bodies.
The next day, Alex talked to her daughters about their breast ironing, how it had served its purpose very well, and she knew that Mummy Karen had been extremely proud that her girls had only developed tiny little titties. They had no horrid boys trying to maul their young bodies, which meant all the unwanted attention had been directed to their friends, some of whom had become pregnant, and others had become filthy sluts. It was now time, however, that they needed to allow their breasts to grow to a more expected size for their age, but to ensure they were not too large. It was difficult for the girls to come to terms with stopping something that had been part of their life for ten years, despite it often being very painful, it was integral to why their Mummy was so pleased with them.
Alex reminded them that Mummy Karen wanted them to grow up to be good girls, without the distraction of big breasts when they were too young, which Mummy Karen had to put up when she was a girl. Her Mummy and Daddy had to spank her lots and lots, for being rude, disobedient, and disrespectful, mostly caused by a body she wasn't ready to cope with. She hadn't wanted her lovely daughters to grow up as naughty as she'd been, so they weren't allowed to let their titties grow when they were little girls. Alex told them she agreed with Mummy Karen, and she had been proven true, because Sarah and Sophie were two of the nicest girls any parent could ever wish for. Unfortunately, Mummy Karen had gotten poorly at the time she would have so much wanted to see her beautiful girls, grow into gorgeous ladies, but their new Mummy would make sure their bodies now developed properly.
She would help Sarah and Sophie grow sweet little breasts, that would make their husbands very happy to look at them, and she would also show them all the secret ways they could use to enjoy wonderful sex with the men they loved and married.
To start off their new body development, Alex made them fetch all the suction equipment from their naughty girl shelf, and demonstrate how they pumped up their nipples, and clitoris, what the pressure gauge setting was, and how long they would keep it up for. When both girls were sucked into the glass tubes, Alex reconnected the pressure pump, and added another couple of hard squeezes to each attachment, stretching the nipples a further half inch, and their clit nearly three quarters of an inch. Her daughters were moaning at the added discomfort, and dancing around, but their faces dropped when Alex said they would now have to wear them for two hours, instead of the usual one hour. When the time was up, the nipple tubes were released, and Alex rolled the engorged teats between her fingers, pinching them hard, before she removed the clitoral tube, and manipulated that tender piece of flesh as well. After a few minutes rest, the girls watched as a wider tube was fitted over the end of each breast, extending a little further than the darker pink aureole, and a much larger piece of their tittie flesh was sucked deep inside. Mummy told her daughters this would give them “puffies”, which most men thought looked very cute, and later in the day, she would use a 4 inch attachment to start building up their tittie globes. This was to be repeated every day, with two much shorter sessions on school days, and considerably longer sessions during the weekend. Because Alex knew her daughters still felt badly about growing their titties after so long trying to prevent this very thing, at the end of the day, she said she would iron their breasts for them, as a reward for being such very brave girls.
Sarah and Sophie were instructed to bring the heating plates, and their set of stones, into Mummy's bedroom, where she set them up on a chest of drawers at one side. Alex turned the heater control up a couple of notches, then spent some time examining the results of her daughter's first breast enlargement session, pressing the slightly swollen mounds, squeezing the puffy aureoles, and rolling the stretched nipples between her thumb and fingers. She praised the girls profusely, telling them how beautiful their budding titties looked, and how gorgeous they would look with them encased in a sexy bra. Alex even licked their nipples, sucking the sensitive flesh into her mouth, so she could softly nibble her daughter's delicate new breast flesh. The girls swelled with pride as Mummy complimented them for enduring the much stronger suction for most of the day, and when she hugged them both so lovingly, adding that she was sure they'd be just as courageous when she stepped up the breast ironing session.
She had them both stand with their hands behind them, grasping their elbows, shoulders back to present the cute little titties for their treatment. Alex picked up two of Sophie's large stones, warned her not to move, or she'd be spanked very hard, then pressed the dark coloured rocks gently to the outer edge of the new breast mounds. Sophie sucked in her breath, her shoulders trembling as she tried very hard to keep her position, as Mummy had ordered. The two stones were uncomfortably hot in Alex's hands, but she knew they'd be much worse on Sophie's tenderised breasts, as she rubbed the heated surfaces in a circular motion, up to the edge of her raised puffies. Alex wasn't pressing hard, as Karen had done, since she didn't want to suppress the tissue growth any longer, but rather, she wanted to increase the blood flow into the already engorged little mounds. When the stones had cooled a little, she replaced them on the heating plate, gave Sophie a big kiss, and told her to lay face up on the bed, with her arms still clasped behind her, as it was now Sarah's turn. Before starting on the older girl, she brought two large stones over, and laid them carefully centred on Sophie's nipples, then placed a third stone on top of her pubic mound. Despite her desperate efforts to remain quiet, Sophie was softly moaning as the heated rocks burned into her delicate skin, being much hotter than the previous ones, because they'd been on the hot plate longer.
Sarah closed her eyes tightly as her breasts were rubbed in the same way as her sister's had been, but the black stones were now much hotter than she was used to, and hurt terribly as Mummy slid them all over her raised titties. Alex added a little extra trick to Sarah's treatment, and kept bringing both of the stones to one breast, trapping the nipple between them, sometimes gently at first, then increasing the pressure, sometimes just knocking them together, so the teat was painfully squashed between them.
Sarah had to lay down when her treatment was finished, like her sister had, and Mummy placed two very hot stones right on her tender nipples, which felt like they were burning her. The third stone, instead of going on her mound, was placed at the junction of her thighs, so that it rested against the top of her girl cleft, where the skin of her outer petals was much more delicate. The heat was penetrating deep into her cunny, she could feel her button begin to swell, the hood peeling back as the shaft extended, slowly growing, pushing through her lips. She could feel the heat on the delicate tip of her button, which usually hid in the sheltered spot deep inside her, now touching the hot stone, but the pain of that contact only made it grow longer. Now pressing hard as it bared the tender underside to the heated surface, Sarah's clitoris squeezed upward between her tight lips and the punishing stone.
Sophie was glad when Mummy removed the stones from her aching titties, even though they'd cooled a bit, it still hurt, but then Mummy kissed her, telling her to be brave just a little longer. She couldn't help crying softly, as another pair of freshly heated stones were positioned over her already hot nipples, and Mummy told her she'd wanted her breasts ironed, so now she was older, she had to have them hotter, and for much longer. The stone resting on her pubic mound was exchanged for another hot one, but this time Alex ran the tapered end deep into Sophie's slit, pushing her lips apart, till it rested against her vaginal entrance. Ignoring her daughter's squirming hips, Alex pressed the stone's burning tip against the girl's tight hole, pushing it through the elastic tissue as it was stretched wide to admit this hard intruder. Knowing it was now burning the fragile inner walls, she used her fingers to press it deeper, till it bottomed out, and Alex knew it was heating up Sophie's tender cervix as well.
Sarah had the stone removed from the top of her cleft, Alex running her finger over the red oval it left, smiling as she watched her daughter's pink clit lift out of the groove, unable to resist taking it in her fingers, and pulling it further. Taking another of Sarah's fresh stones, she ran it down her slit, as she had her sister's, then inserted it deep into her love tunnel, watching the tears come as it scorched her internal lining, then finally rested against her cervical ring.
For the remainder of the school break, Alex alternated her daughters' training sessions, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, was body awareness and extra discipline, where they were taught to masturbate themselves, and each other. Because they had always been taught this was naughty, Alex would spank them to assuage their guilt, then kiss them better, with increasing passion each day, till their bodies began to respond. At the end of each day, they were asked if their Daddy should be told they'd been naughty, and if they refused to let him know, Alex would severely punish their breasts, their cunny, and their anal groove.
Tuesday and Thursday were body enhancement, where the suction tubes were used to lengthen the girls' nipples and clitoris, then to enlarge the puffies and the breasts themselves. Sometimes, Alex would take the girls to the Mall while they still had the suction tube on their stretched clit, and a short glass cup over their swollen puffies. These trips were mainly to purchase the proper feminine undies that girls their age were expected to be wearing, but Sarah and Sophie would only be allowed to wear a dress when they set off, never any underwear. It was intensely embarrassing for them, but Alex wouldn't let them complain about it, using the cane on their bare bottom at the first sign of resistance to her orders. Gradually, the girls grew to love their new undies, so soft and sensual against their developing bodies, totally different to the plain cotton they were used to. Alex would allow them to wear only undies in the evening, from just after tea, until bedtime, telling them that they must become comfortable with less clothing.
The weekends were slightly different because Gerald was home, and since the girls didn't want their Daddy to know how naughty they were being, Alex held their morning session right after breakfast, making it shorter, but more intense. A second training session was conducted as they prepared for bed, where their breasts were ironed, and Daddy came to kiss them goodnight, not knowing his daughters had hot stones inside their bra, and another one deep inside their stretched cunny.
When the break was over, the girls returned to boarding school, but they soon missed the attention their new Mummy had been giving them, and although it was painful, Sarah and Sophie knew it was because Mummy loved them very much. They also missed the punishments they were given for being naughty, so the next weekend, when they returned home, both girls asked if they could change to day students instead.
Alex said she'd love to have them at home every day, so she could love them, and care for them properly, making sure their training was kept up with, so the changes would happen more quickly. Unfortunately, it was up to Daddy to get the changes arranged, and he would have to know the reason why they were asking not to go to boarding school any more. Sarah and Sophie suggested they tell Daddy it was because they wanted to be with their new Mummy, but Alex was adamant that they tell the truth, all of it, and she would support their request. She reminded them again, that when she first found out they were naughty girls, she didn't stop loving them, instead, she loved them even more, because she was able to help them become better children, and make her even more proud of them. She played her ace card then, asking if they didn't want Daddy to love his girls even more, or if they thought he didn't deserve the right to choose for himself. Alex told them to sleep on it before making a decision, and since they would both have to agree, they should both sleep in Sarah's room, so they could discuss it together.
As a final reminder, Alex made them remove their new frilly nighties, bend over the end of the bed, side by side, while Mummy gave them each, six very hard cuts with cane across their bare bottoms, for not telling the truth tonight.
On Saturday morning, Alex went to Sarah's bedroom early, finding them both curled up together, still naked as she'd left them, Sophie was cupping Sarah's bare tittie, and Sarah had her hand between her sister's legs. Alex eased the younger girl's thighs apart gently, so she could see two fingers buried deep up her juice coated cunny. She woke them both gently, with a kiss, then told them to stand, and give her their decision. The girls said they were still very nervous, but they had both decided that their Daddy deserved to know how his daughters behaved. Alex gave them both a big hug, telling them she was so proud of them for being brave enough to be honest with both their parents. She told them to have a shower, put some nice perfume on, then dress in just their nightie, the short one she'd bought them last week, and also the slippers with the two inch heels. On no account should they wear any undies, and they were to report to the dining room when they were suitably prepared.
Alex and Gerald were both sitting at the table, drinking coffee, when Sarah and Sophie walked in, dressed in their nighties, as ordered, the sheer fabric clearly showing their puffy breasts, topped with hard nipples, and the bulging, prominent mound of their cunny, with its tight slit down the centre. Alex was pleased they'd remembered how she taught them to stand for presentation, shoulders back, and feet apart.
She'd already warned Gerald that the girls had something really important to ask him, but refused to supply any further details, other than he must be very patient with them, but insist on hearing ALL the reasons behind their request. Alex said she would only step in with advice if it was absolutely necessary, but their daughters had struggled for a long time with this, and they really needed their Daddy's support, if it was at all possible.
Sarah went first, looking terrified, as she asked if she could please be a day student at school instead of a boarder, because she wanted to spend time at home with Mummy. Sophie quickly added that she would also like to stop being a boarder, and come home every day to her Mummy as well. Gerald thought this was a perfectly reasonable request, something he'd considered himself, since they'd only been enrolled as boarders after Karen's death, with no-one at home to care for them. Now that Alex was here, and had expressed no wish to return to her job, he thought it would help to build the family back up again, and they seemed to have gotten along very well the last two weeks. Alex had emphasised that he needed to hear ALL the reasons, so this was obviously not as simple as it seemed. Gerald said he was very glad they both wanted to spend time with Mummy, but he sensed there was something else worrying them, so they were to tell him everything, before he made a decision.
Looking desperately worried, Sarah admitted to her Daddy that sometimes she was a naughty girl, and Mummy Karen used to punish her, which made her feel so much better, and now her new Mummy administered discipline so she could be a good girl, but it wouldn't work if she stayed at school all week. With tears running down her cheeks, Sophie confessed to being naughty as well, but she really, really wanted to be a good girl, and not make her Mummy and Daddy sad, and she was very sorry when she was properly spanked. Gerald asked when they were last spanked, and why, which Sarah admitted was last night, before bed, Mummy had caned them both for not telling Daddy they were naughty girls. They were ordered to turn round, and lift their nightie to the waist, so he could see the red weals across their bottom, then sit down for breakfast, with their bare skin against the seat, while he thought it over.
While they ate, they each had to explain why they hadn't told their Daddy till now that they'd been naughty, and when he realised that it was out of fear of losing his love, he called them both over for a huge cuddle. He told them he would never stop loving his little girls, and he was so proud of them for being brave while they were being punished, that he loved them even more. The joy on Sarah and Sophie's faces was boundless, they told their Daddy they'd always tell him when they were naughty in future, and he could spank them as much as he wanted.
The girls remained in their nighties for the rest of the morning, and had to take turns recounting their recent misdeeds, and listing the punishments they were given, including their breast ironing, and Mummy's training to give them bigger titties. After an hour or so, they were taken up to their bedrooms, to show their Daddy the naughty girl shelf they each had, then had to undress completely while Mummy demonstrated some of their discipline. Sarah was spanked with the small paddle on her titties, on her cunny, and down the crease of her bottom, then her Daddy took the paddle, and repeated the punishments, till she was crying. They went into Sophie's bedroom next, and the big paddle was used on her bottom and thighs, then her titties, her tummy, and her pubic mound, till she was bright red. Her Daddy took over then, and he hit much harder than Mummy, all over her already sore body, then made her do a ballet arabesque, while he spanked the inside of her thighs, from her upper knee, across her spread open cunny, and down to the other knee.
For the rest of the morning, they were spanked by Mummy and Daddy, with every instrument they had, till there was no white skin left, from their shoulder to their knees. When it was lunchtime, they had to eat in the dining room while still naked, explaining to Lupina that Mummy and Daddy had been catching up on some of the discipline they had missed.
The afternoon was spent having their breasts ironed, including the heated stones inside their tender cunny, and then the suctions tubes on their nipples, titties, and clitoris. At dinner that evening Daddy told them how proud he was of his brave girls, but now they were older he was sure they could put up with even more, so he would grant their request, and arrange for them to be day students from Monday. When they were in bed tonight, he would discuss with Mummy what training would be suitable for his two naughty eighteen year old daughters, and they would start in the morning.
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I thought this was a wonderful scene, with the older woman and two young girls, and knew immediately it was a StepMom instructing her new daughters.
