‘Come home,’ Annie’s voice clear in her head, as clear as if she held a mobile phone to her ear.
“I’m coming,” she said aloud, startling an elderly lady struggling by with two large shopping bags.
The chill was total now, her blood ran cold through her veins, her feet hurting as she hurried along the iced pavements, shuddering as blasts of wind caught her.
Home seemed a long way away.
But tomorrow was even further away, there were many hours to wait, to anticipate, to brood and to fear.
And Annie knew it.
Chapter Thirteen
Q. And you went back the next day.
A. Of course, I had no choice! It was a long walk, shivering in the cold, nervous tension roiling up the stomach, the old mound aching like a mad thing -
Q. Go on.
A. Well, I got there, and stood on the doorstep for three minutes in the biting cold wind, ringing the bell precisely on 4.00 p.m. I’d been well trained, you see! Annie had seen to that. I thought I detected a grunt of approval when Mr. Wrayland opened the door. He was wearing his gown, flowing black thing, made him look taller and larger than before, more intimidating. He took my arm, led me into a sort of lounge where there was a huge wooden desk, all carved and solid looking. He said.
“Take your coat off,” and I did. I was wearing a short flared skirt and a huge sweater. And even then I was cold. He said.
“Your sister telephoned me to confirm it was a valid order, that you weren’t trying to catch me out. I understand you are over eighteen,” and I nodded. Annie had made sure I didn’t get away with anything. I sent a violent message in her direction, got back that laugh again.
“Hm,” he said. “Very unusual, finding someone submissive to their sister, but I suppose anything goes in this world. I shall have to take your word for it, though I still feel there is something odd here. I’m not entirely happy.”
I said, “we’re identical twins. Only she’s dominant and I’m submissive. She gets a lot of pleasure out of setting me up for discipline.”
“I see,” he said, taking a cane out of the drawer and flexing it in his fingers. I expected him to swish it through the air but he didn’t, just flexed it and looked at me. And I felt myself going wet for the first time. Really wet. “Your sister said twelve, is that right?”
“Yes Sir,” and I couldn’t help myself, he was so cold, so stern, so unforgiving!
“Well, as it will give me a considerable amount of pleasure to cane someone so pretty and so - willing, there will be no charge. Bend over the desk, please.”
And I did. I felt the edge dig into me, knew I was pressing too hard by couldn’t help myself. I reached for the other side to have something to hold on to. And I waited. It seemed like forever, he walked around, he smoothed my briefs down, he took his time. And I thought, of course there’s no charge, nor should there be, he’s getting an eyeful and no mistake! And I waited. He said.
“One,” and the cane landed at the same moment. And then I knew what Annie meant. I knew how Uncle Phil did it and this was different. This was a master, he caned hard, every line counted, and how! But he never let the tip come round and cut into my hip as Phil did at times. I got six, good hard strokes, I cried out at every one! And then he let me think about it, let the lines burn and scream agony at me. I waited again, sniffling a bit, hanging on with all my strength, determined not to get up, not to wriggle, not to escape -
Not to miss a single moment of this. He moved around the other side, changed hands no less! And did it again, six more times, I yelled out at every one, I felt the lines overlap, they have to with twelve. Six you can place without touching, create six individual lines, he had just done that, but twelve, they overlap. And then he added two more, on the tops of my thighs, just where the bum curves down, you know? Right there - and then stopped. And I stood up and held my cheeks with both hands, asking -
“Why?”
“Because you are too submissive, too good,” was the odd reply.
But he didn’t know how I’d been trained for the best part of eighteen years to obey my sister and her friends come what may.
I wonder what he would have said if he’d have known Annie was linked to me while he caned me, and was enjoying the experience?
I wonder what he would have said if he’d known about the worm?
Q. How did Annie eventually find out so much about the Giblings, Tammy?
A.It took me a while to realise she did know a lot. We’d be talking about something, and suddenly she’d say something like ‘when they came back to Salldown’, and it slowly dawned on me she knew a great deal about them, that they’d left London and come back to their home town.
Q. Yes, but how did she find out?
A. Eventually she got around to telling me she’d been seeing Danny Gilbing in the local record shop, in the disco, in the cafe. And she never let on once that we were related, she saved it for the right moment to drop the bombshell. And that took some time in coming. Before then she began to wind up the aggro, phone calls here, things delivered there - and that was when I realised that Annie was no longer open to me all the time, that she had learned to shield some things from me, I knew nothing about Danny and her seeing him, or the things she found out.
Q. What effect did that have on you?
A. I felt really left out for the first time.
Chapter Fourteen
“It’s time to start calling in some debts.” Annie paced the lounge floor, thinking hard. November pressed against the windows, rain, strong wind, cold draughts that even in this rich warm house found their way in to chill the body, or was it Annie’s talk? Martin was, against all common sense, according to Annie, playing golf in the rain, and Adrienne had disappeared to her beauty parlour - keeping back the years, Annie sniffed contemptuously.
Tammy thought Martin was more likely to be propping up the golf club bar, but she said nothing.
“Where do we start?” Tammy didn’t question Annie’s decision, just wanted to know where to go from here.
“With Phil of course. It’s time we started turning the screw just a little. Aunt Phyllis - how did he get to marry someone with the same sort of name? - will be wondering soon what he’s up to round here every other week. So, an anonymous letter might find its way through their letter box, all cut out letters from the paper, you know the sort of thing. And we’ll start on the Giblings too, we’ve been ignoring them. Go order a pizza to be sent to their house, a large one.” Annie directed, her eyes blazing. “Go on let’s start some aggravation there!” She paced again, getting angrier by the moment. Tammy could feel the heat swelling out from her, a huge cloud of red fire. It burned her mind, and she drew back.
“I never asked them to come back to Salldown, did I?” Annie went on, as if there had been no interruption. “They’ve probably not even given us a thought after all these years, eighteen long years! Handed us over, never a thought of what we might have, or be, or become! Did you know that Danny’s a year older than us, just one year. God didn’t waste time getting flat on her back again, did she?”
“What do you think she’s like, our real mother?” Tammy edged closer to the door, knowing at any moment Annie would flare up if she didn’t go order the pizza.
“Don’t know, can’t get a picture of her yet. But I will. Now go call them, make it a large pizza with anchovies - go!”
Tammy hurried out of the room to the kitchen. Annie smiled, and then pulled a pile of old papers toward her and began scissoring out the individual letters, arranging them on the table. She smiled, knowing there was nothing she liked as much as stirring up trouble.
While an anonymous letter proved nothing, it would put Phil on edge, might make Phyllis ask some searching questions might stir him up just a little. He’d become too complacent about the whole thing, c
oming round here, getting his rocks off beating my sister - no, things had to change.
She paused, scissors raised, as Tammy came back in the room.
“It’ll be there within the half hour.”
“Great. Listen, kiddo, we could go spy on the Giblings, they wouldn’t recognize us because we had such brilliant disguises at the Hallowe’en party, didn;t we?”
“Yes, but you’ve got to do your share of spying!” Tammy objected, looking out at the cold rain. She saw the car sweep into the drive too fast. “Mother;s back.”
“Oh is she?” Annie swept the letters and cuttings into a pile, shut them in a paper and ran for the stairs. I’ll finish this in private.”
In the safety of her room Annie swiftly cut out a mass of letters and began to arrange them on her chest of drawers. She had enough letters to make a note for Phyllis.
ASK PHIL WHAT HE DOES AT THE LAURELS ON FRIDAY NIGHTS and another for the Giblins.
ASK DANNY HOW HE FEELS ABOUT HIS TWIN SISTERS.
She smiled maliciously, thought a mouse into the centre of her room, and then a snake. That ought to do it, first the letters, and then casually strolling by, imagine something horrid in their houses. That would stir things up a little.
But before then - Annie went to her telephone extension and called Niall.
“Find a place for us all to meet Saturday afternoon. get Mark there, we’re having a session.” She put the phone down before he could argue, and smiled again, an evil sadistic smile - she went back to the chest of drawers, found a sheet of paper and began to glue them into place - the letters would finish it off.
Chapter Fifteen
Q. Did the letters work?
A. Oh yes. Phil came round almost immediately, contrived a visit, talked to Mother and Father, and slid out to talk to us as soon as he could.
“Who’s been sending letters?” he hissed. “Phyllis’s asking all sorts of questions!”
“Letter?” We looked so innocent at him. “What letters?” and he sort of grunted.
“Might have known it was nothing to do with you girls, after all, you enjoy it, don’t you?” And Annie said oh so sweet and innocent it was like pure glucose being dripped.
“Sure do, Uncle Phil,” and then she laid a hand on his arm, so gentle, so enticing. And she said “don’t you think it’s time Gran Webster went into a home?” And he looked shocked and horrified. And then he sort of sagged all of a sudden, like a deflating balloon. He said.
“I gave it all away, didn’t I? You don’t know a thing about the letter but I’ve given you a weapon, haven’t I? You know Phyllis is getting suspicious now. And your price for quiet is - Gran Webster in a home. I don’t know why you want it, but I’ll have to see what I can do,” and he left, all unmanly and drooping and Annie skipped around the hall and danced up the stairs and I knew - just knew - there was more to come.
Q. And was there?
A. Oh yes. Phone calls to the Gibling house. ‘Have you asked Danny about his twin sisters yet?’ and shouting, ‘you DO know what I’m talking about!’ and slammed the phone down. Then one time she strolled into the pizza place with Mark, she told me about this afterwards, and someone was in there raising hell about pizzas which were being delivered and which they hadn’t ordered, and the man behind the counter shouting back.
“I get the phone call I get the order I bring the pizza you pay - all right? Or get the person to stop phoning!” And I knew then she’d gone on ordering the damn pizzas until they were going crazy.
And Mother and Father went around muttering about Phil, was he going crazy or something, wanting Gran Webster in a home, all right, she was in a wheel chair, but she had the nurse morning and night and wasn’t that enough, and a member of the family going round there every day - and then it began to change, I remember how it began to change to why should we go round there every day and why should the nurse go in twice a day when she had enough money to be in a nice home, and slowly the pressure began to build. Just as Annie wanted.
Q. What was the reason for that, Tammy?
A. The one thing Gran Webster feared more than anything was not dying in her own home. And she made the mistake of saying so when Annie could hear her.
Q. You said you liked the old lady, did you see her much?
A. Yes. Well, I had to, Annie told me to, she wanted to know what effect it was all having on Gran but wouldn’t go visit herself. I could see what it was doing, dragging her down, taking away her will to live. I liked going round there, she had a mile of stories of Father when he was young, then when they were first married, what Mother was like colour matching the wedding presents, returning anything that didn’t fit the decor even. I enjoyed going there, just sitting and listening. And I’d report back to Annie that the pressure was wearing Gran down, which it was. Each time she’d say things like.
“I don’t want to go in no home, Tammy, why should I? I’ve lived here all my married life,” and I’d say things like.
“Well, Gran, it is hard on the family, and it would be nice to have a nurse and warden to call,” and she’d sigh and say I was right but she didn’t want to go. I got to visit my Gran, Annie got to know what was going on, we all gained out of that.
Q. Didn’t you feel guilty, you were contributing to her decline, you were helping in it!
A. Of course I felt guilty! But I was being punished for it, wasn’t I? Phil, Mr. Wrayland, Mark - oh yes, Mark. He got more into it as time went on, and he knew how to hurt. Whatever I got, it was punishment for what I was doing to Gran. And the Giblings, and Phil. And for deceiving Mother and Father and obeying Annie instead.
Q. Do you really believe you were deceiving your parents?
A. Of course I was. We both were. We were acting innocent and loving at home and all the time Annie - we - were scheming things.
Q. What happened at the session Annie ordered Niall to arrange, Tammy?
A. That was wild! I mean, like wild! Annie excelled herself that time! Niall found a place, an abandoned barn. No one around for miles, nothing in the barn but a few bales of straw and some rats and mice - Annie didn’t mind them but Niall did. We all turned up there, Niall and Mark, Annie and me, and - Annie had a bag which she pulled out of the boot and carried into the barn. In the bag were ropes, implements, and a Polaroid camera. This was for real, I mean for real. She got Mark to tie me up, hands over my head, toes just touching the ground, the most uncomfortable pose she could devise for me. And she tied Niall the same. She got Mark to pull my panties down and arrange my skirt so it didn’t get in the way and she did the same with Niall, got his underpants down and shirt out of the way. Damn fool hung there shivering, he hated the pain, just loved giving into Annie. Me, I liked both. And was prepared to admit it too.
And there we were, Mark with me Annie with Niall. She handed Mark a tawse, thick leather, solid, heavy, and had one for herself. And for every stroke she gave Niall, Mark gave one to me. How that leather wraps itself around you! The impact is enough to knock your breath out of you, three inches wide leather creates a three inch wide band of pure agony and leaves pure agony behind it. The end comes round, strikes the stomach, the hip, the pubis, for Niall it was worse, sometimes he yelled out loud if the end caught his tackle, but he should have known better and should have worn a jockstrap of some kind. He should have known Annie’s beatings by then! Ooops, Annie doesn’t approve of the word ‘beating’ says it indicates pure sadism, she prefers to call them sessions. Not that she denied she’s a sadist, mind!
We got ten strokes each from one side, and then Annie moved round the other side and we both got another ten, because Mark was mirroring Annie exactly, whatever she did he did, whatever Niall got I got. We were both yelling after fifteen, and nearly had enough by twenty, damn it to hell that leather hurts, stroke after stroke landing one on top of the other, hurting, hurting - a
nyway, we had a breather, Niall and me suspended there, Annie and Mark having a quick roll, his hands down her pants, her hands down his pants, kissing like kissing was going out of fashion. Niall revolved on his toes and looked at me.
“What are we doing her, Tam?” he asked, and I could see he was pretty much in a state, but I could also see a gleam of pure pleasure behind the pain and ‘I want to be free,’ face he wore. Much like mine, I guess. I still fancied Mark, you see, and to have him deal with me like that - well , it was something else, I can tell you. I said.
“Doing what we’re told, Niall,” and he just nodded.
From tawses Annie progressed to riding crops, nasty vicious things. My bottom was burning from the tawse, I knew the crop would be agony and it was. Mark slashed it across my thighs, at one point he forgot to mirror Annie and swung me round, bringing the crop down across the front of my thighs leaving me screaming. Niall was screaming but for a different reason, he’d seen a rat. It fled the barn at the noise we were making.
I don’t know how many we got, my bruises were blurred and indistinct afterwards, but I knew I was riding an adrenalin high that would be hard to beat for some time to come. When Annie stopped thrashing Niall and Mark stopped thrashing me, he sent me spinning round and caught his hand between my thighs and stuck his fingers into my slit, which was dripping. He pressed his fingers against a nerve or something and even as I cried I shrieked and writhed and had the biggest orgasm in the world. And then he fucked Annie.
And Niall and me had to watch.
Chapter Sixteen
“For Christmas I’d like a smart computer,” Annie dropped the comment lightly into the conversation after dinner. Mother looked surprised and then smiled. Martin just looked sad for a moment.
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