“Have a seat, Uncle Phil. Drink?” Annie crossed to the drinks cabinet, stood with a bottle of whisky in her hand.
“Just a small one, Annie, thanks.”
“Here,” with the glass in his hand he looked more relaxed, but still studied both of them carefully.
“So, tell me what this is all about.”
“Well -” Annie sat on the arm of his chair, making him go slightly red as her hip came into contact with his arm and shoulder. “We know what you’re like, Uncle Phil.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Tammy smiled.
“You keep a pile of - interesting, shall we say - magazines in your closet, don;t you?”
Phil looked at Tammy and then at Annie, saw knowing smiles knowing eyes and blushed deep red.
“Who’s been talking? Tony? I’ll kill my son when I get home!”
“Don’t do that, Uncle Phil, it wasn’t his fault, we know you men always have a secret store of magazines, so we mentioned it, just casual like. If you had, he’d know about it and of course he did. We were right, weren’t we, Tammy?”
“As usual.” Tammy smiled. They hadn’t asked Tony to do anything, they had gambled on Phil having the magazines. He was someone who sought every opportunity for hugs, kisses on the lips rather than the cheek, a hand sliding here and there, a quick pat on the backside, he had to have magazines - and it got Tony into trouble, Phil would have a go at him as soon as he could.
Phil began to panic, began to look very uncomfortable, tried to move away from Annie’s warm body and failed.
“Look, don’t tell your Aunt Phyllis, will you? I mean if she knew -”
“We won’t tell anyone, don’t you worry about a thing, Uncle Phil.”
“Look, we know now I’m not your real uncle, don’t we? Can’t we drop the uncle bit?”
“If that’s what you want.” Annie let her arm fall naturally to her side, touched his arm, let her fingers walk along his hand, nails painted gleaming wicked red, slid back to her wrist, held it lightly between her fingertips.
He tossed the whisky down his throat, held the glass out, silently asking for another one. Tammy got up took it from him making sure her fingers touched his, went to pour another drink, a larger one this time.
“So, what do you girls want with me, other than to tell me my guilty secrets?” blustering, still afraid, yet intrigued enough to stay.
“We want you to do us a favour, Phil.” Annie trailed a finger round his ear down his neck round his collar and under his chin. It was all he could do to sit still, Tammy could see his emotions ready to boil over. “Tammy here, she’s developed a taste for discipline, and you see, we don’t know where to go to get some! I mean, boyfriends are all right but they’re bit wimpy, get scared if we talk about spanking and things like that.”
Tammy watched Phil go even redder, he clenched his fists and pushed them into the cushion. Annie had scored a direct hit, it wasn’t just girlie magazines it was discipline too.
“So we were wondering, as we’re alone here, and no neighbours can hear us, whether you’d like to put Tammy here across your knee and tan her arse for her?”
“You’re not serious of course!” Blurted out through virtually ground shut teeth, his expression defying her to disappoint him.
“Yes, we’re serious.” Tammy stood up walked gracefully over to him, stood in her tight clinging dress which revealed everything, including the fact she wore no knickers.
“Go, go, go!” came from Annie, silent, impulsive, urgent. Tammy reached out a hand, silver nails flashing in the light blonde hair gleaming, face deliberately wistful.
“I’ve been such a naughty girl, Uncle Phil, such a naughty girl. Won’t you punish me for my bad deeds?”
“I don’t believe I’m hearing this,” he tried to stand up, his legs gave way and he fell back into the armchair again. “You’re having me on. Adrienne, Martin? Are you there? The joke’s over!”
“No one’s here, Uncle Phil.” Tammy knelt down, gazed into his eyes with her own large soulful ones. “You said you saw them leaving. No one’s here but us girls, and I’m the naughty one. Do you know Annie was so mad with me she was thinking of spanking me herself? Now she’s not really strong, but if she used a ping pong bat or a leather strap or perhaps borrowed a riding crop from one of her friends do you think she could make some impack on me? But that would be a waste, wouldn’t it? I mean, there are people - men - around who like doing it, who get pleasure out of doing it and who can do it a lot harder than Annie would.” Phil went even redder, his face began to swell, hands were twitching violently. Annie grinned from behind his shoulder, touched him and he jumped.
“Go on Phil, she’s begging for it, aren’t you, Tammy?”
“Spank me, Uncle Phil, spank this naughty girl.” With one graceful slithering movement Tammy prostrated herself over his knees as Annie got up, moved slowly and silently away.
“Damn it!” Phil raised his hand. For a long long moment Annie thought he was going to hold out against temptation but Tammy was just too much to ignore. Even as she thought he would resist, he brought his hand down with a resounding thwack! Tammy jumped, but didn’t cry out. He spanked her again, then tugged the dress out of the way, exposing her cheeks small round creamy white flushed with pink from his first smacks. He groaned, a long meaningful sound, and began to spank her hard, smacks ringing out around the room. Tammy squealed and jumped, wriggled and kicked but made no real effort to escape.
Annie pressed a button and began the tape recording that would ensure she had Phil forever in her grasp. Not that it would be needed, she was sure of that. Tammy’s cheeks were turning bright red under his onslaught, his stinging hand finding every inch of her cheeks, her cries urging him on to hurt her even more. The red became intense, her cries became real, and she finally broke down, sobbing and lying limply over his knees, her tears dripping into the carpet. Only then did Phil stop, run his hands lovingly over her bottom, his fingers sliding between the crack, finding her moistness. He stood up, tipping her ungracefully onto the floor as realisation hit him.
“O.K., so I did it. Now what? I suppose you report me?”
“Another drink, Uncle Phil?” Annie appeared as if by magic at his side, whisky in her hand. He saw her nipples pushing against the top, saw her thighs grind together in the cut off shorts, knew she had found the experience exciting, a real turn on. Tammy laid on the floor, bottom red and angry, weeping into the carpet, the picture of contrition, but this fingers had found the truth. She too had been turned on.
He snatched the whisky and drank it in one go.
“God, you girls are something else!” There was admiration in his voice this time.
Annie eyed the sleek good-looking too smooth man, saw the slicked back hair, pampered skin clean cut manicured nails and white hands and smiled.
“Would you like to come again one day, Uncle Phil?”
“I’d like to come now.” He grinned, pressed his crotch, tried to adjust the bulge.
“Tam, Uncle Phil is uncomfortable.”
ammy got up on her knees, dress around her waist, revealing her small blonde bush. She smiled tremulously, reached for him.
His cock came free as she slid down the zip, as she took him into her mouth he sighed with happiness. Annie took the opportunity to stop the tape, the sound of so much sighing and groaning covered the small click the recorder made. She smiled behind Phil’s back, giving Tammy the thumbs up sign.
One down, no two down how many to go?
Chapter Eleven
Q. Did you get Phil to come round again after that?
A. Oh yes, regularly. We progressed from spanking to a slipper, from that to a leather belt Annie bought in a charity shop, 75p well spent, she said, which he had some trouble with at first but he got the hang of
it after a while, to a cane. Annie got Niall to send away for a cane, would you believe! And she used it on him too! I didn’t like the cane too much, it causes terrible burning lines, especially when you’ve been spanked first, as I often was. And he never gave me less than twelve. But Annie got a real thrill out of seeing me caned, she said so.
Q. Did he ever - have sex with you?
A. No, never. He drew the line at that, but I always gave him relief afterwards, by mouth or by hand, either way he didn’t mind.
Q. So what did you do about your own feelings?
A. Retired to bed with a vibrator. Sometimes Annie would come in and watch me, sometimes I’d be alone. Surprising what you can do with an eight inch vibrator and some lubricant. I had some good sessions alone, reliving the sessions.
Q. Did Annie get more of a thrill watching than doing it herself? You said she caned this Niall.
A. I think she got equal pleasure out of it, to be honest. Imagine, we’d wait until Mother and Father were going out, Uncle Phil, we got to call him just Phil after a while, would come in, he’d be waiting somewhere down the road, and immediately he’d get down to it, whatever it was Annie had devised for the evening. We’d be hard at it by say 8.15 - and he’d be gone by 9 o’clock, and Annie and I would be in bed, sometimes in the same room, sometimes in our own rooms, busy with vibrators and fingers, having the time of our lives.
Q. Was that all that was going on at that time?
A. Oh no! I hard Mark - still - and he was useful for a quick fuck now and then, and I used to let him spank me occasionally, or use a strap on me, just to keep him in practice. Phil was better, he was a genuine devotee, he loved every last moment of it. It was the sessions which turned him on, rather than what came after which is what turned Mark on. A difference in thinking. Sometimes Annie would jerk Phil off for a change. That’s when he started calling us his ‘twin pleasures’.
Q. What was happening with your parents at this time?
A. Adrienne and Martin? Nothing. The mother love bit quietened down, as I knew it would, we went on as normal. I felt a sense of unease for a while, Mother obviously thought we had taken it too well, was waiting for the time bomb to explode, and when it didn’t got a bit nervous for a while. Then it all went very quiet.
Q. And your real family?
A. Family No.1. Finding them, as I said, was an accident. Annie hadn’t done much about compiling any more records, she had an idea of sending off for our birth certificates and things, but didn’t do anything about it, we were too busy with Uncle Phil!
Q. So, how did you get in touch?
A. Accident. The games with Phil lasted all through September and most of October. Kept us occupied, you might say. Then Mark invited us to a Hallowe’en party in the village hall. We had fun with that - got ourselves dressed up as cats, we put our blonde hair up under black curly wigs, painted whiskers on our faces, put cat masks on to cover our eyes. Black leotards with long tails, and black high heeled boots. Our parents didn’t even recognize us! I danced with Mark a lot, because I still fancied him even if he was head over heels in love with Annie, and Annie tormented him by going off with a man. Very tall, very good-looking, wearing a close fitting black costume with a skeleton painted on it. I thought she had a ‘cat and cream’ look about her half way through the evening, so I got close and telegraphed ‘who is he?’ and she sent back ‘Daniel Gibling’. I could have fallen over with shock. Was he brother, cousin, who was he?
Q. Who was he?
A. We found out later he was our brother. From then on there was no holding Annie.
Chapter Twelve
“Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I think I’ll go and eat worms.” Annie sang giggled as Tammy turned a hard face.
“Lay off, Annie! I felt bad enough then, and still do when I think about it!”
“Got you, kiddo, no matter what I say, you do it, don’t you? And you love it too.” Tammy stared hard, trying to conjure a worm , a snake anything but nothing happened. Her will wasn’t strong, she tried hard but nothing ever appeared. Annie had all the abilities - it seemed.
“I’ve got a new game for you, kiddo.”
“What now?” Tammy felt her stomach turn over and ripples set up that sent scared erotic thrills everywhere. What devious scheme had Annie come up with this time?
“You’ll like this one.” Annie threw her a small printed card. It caught the air currents and ended up under the bed. Tammy had to scramble to find it.
A name and address in heavy black type, in the corner a telephone number. Tammy looked at it, and then at Annie.
“So -”
“So that’s an ex headmaster, kiddo. He gives - private lessons. You go get one.” Annie’s look said lust and stern words, said obey me or else. Tammy went cold.
“You mean!”
“Mean he dons his gown and hat, he produces a nice swishy cane and canes young people’s bums. I want you to go and get caned. Tell him twelve at least.”
“Annie -” Tammy let her arms fall, despair and dismay writ large.
“Annie what?” A surge of anger hot enough to scorch Tammy’s mind. She shrank back. Annie thought at her - “Do you want to be punished by wimps like Mark all the time?”
“Uncle Phil’s doing a good job on me.” Spoken to hear the sound, fretful, reluctant and - scared.
“Uncle Phil’s getting himself entrapped in my web, that’s what Uncle Phil’s doing. And anyway, you know what to expect from him. You won’t with Mr. Wrayland.”
Tammy stood looking at the carpet and her feet, wondering why they didn’t move. If - no when - Annie gave a command Tammy was gone, but there was the distinct feeling Annie wanted more. And she was right.
“You can go there the long way round, have a good look at 47 Kensington Drive. Flash name for the lower end of town, but then I suppose it wasn’t always the lower end of town. Tell me what the house looks like, the garden, what age the car outside, the lot.”
“I guess that’s where -”
“Part of our real family lives. Right first time. Kill two birds with one stone, kiddo, get me some info, get me some thrills at the same time.”
Tammy walked slowly to the door, looked back. Annie was sprawled across the bed already with earphones in her hand, ready to indulge in some music.
“You won’t feel me if you go musicing.” Tammy was still reluctant but knowing she would go. And in knowing, felt all the thrills, felt herself go moist, felt her legs go to jelly. Whatever the man offered she would take it and allow Annie full access to her mind while she did. Annie grinned.
“My dear twin, I’ll feel you all right if Wrayland’s as good as they say he is.”
“Can I really - just go there?”
“Well, it isn’t usual, if he’s busy I suggest you make an appointment, give yourself plenty of time to think about it. I’ll enjoy that.”
The earphones were slipped on, Tammy effectively cut off. She tried telepathy but met a wall of music.
There was no escape. Anastasia had spoken.
The edges of the small card cut into her palm. Tammy left the room closed the door quietly behind her and went downstairs. No time to waste, Annie had spoken. She lifted her coat down from the hook, calling out to her mother.
“Just going to the shops.”
“All right, darling, don’t be long, wrap up warm!”
Cold wind bit at her ankles, wrists and exposed skin, November sweeping in off the fields catching the unwary.
Cold kept people at home, Tammy walked empty streets, blonde hair streaming out behind her as the wind caught, tugged and played with it. Her mind was obsessed with the thought of visiting this - Wrayland, of being ordered to bend over a desk or a chair and being caned by someone who had done it all his working life, the feelings intensified, became a serious ache.
Tammy groaned, thought she heard an echoing laugh in her head. Annie was enjoying this, her discomfort, her apprehension, and her secret pleasure in submission.
The long way round. Out past the shops, past the lengthy car showroom and yard, pennants fluttering in stiff wind, cars dripping condensation and money. Rusty cars hidden at the back, only showroom shiny at the front.
The neighbourhood became considerably shabbier, here the fences were broken gates hung by a hinge if at all, litter grew in gardens in place of flowers. Cars abandoned, rusted, crashed, sat in driveways or on the pavement. Tammy hurried, cold now, cold with apprehension and the weather, casting a swift look at 47 Kensington Drive, taking in the peeling paint round the window frames, the tarnished knocker, the boarded lower glass pane. Outside for colour or genteel flower beds here, just weeds, grass and a drooping laburnum that swayed in the cold.
Look absorb telegraph it to Annie. If she was listening.
And on to the smarter area away from this end of town, where cars were gleaming and new, where trees lined the street and not just appeared occasionally in front gardens, where double glazing firms had earned their keep.
Mr. Wrayland’s house was smarter than the rest, hanging baskets with winter pansies and ivies, huge tubs with conifers and heathers, paved front garden, immaculate stiff white net curtains, elegant glass front door. Tammy rang the bell, feeling small stupid and very afraid. She heard the echo of a laugh again, knew Annie had done putting up a musical wall against her, was absorbing every moment of this. A tall severe faced balding man opened the door, bent steel blue eyes on her, said nothing.
“Excuse me. Mr. Wrayland?” at his nod she stumbled over her words. “My sister -” settled for open blatant honesty. “My sister ordered me to come and see you. Could I please make an appointment for a - private lesson?”
“4.00 p.m. tomorrow.”
The door was closed abruptly, giving her no chance to say I cannot make it then, because of course she could and she would. But there were a hundred questions, would it cost and if so how much, what should I wear, will someone be there, must I come alone -
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