Chapter Twenty
Christmas came in a flare of silver designer matched Christmas tree, sparkly but oh so refined decorations and a whole lot of hypocrisy. Annie raged against it all as she leaned against Tammy’s window-sill and stared out at strong winds, scudding violent black clouds and cold cold rain.
“Look at it all,” she swept her arms around in a huge circle, taking in Tammy’s carefully piled up wrapped gifts, the new djress waiting for Christmas morning, and Tammy’s few attempts at decorating her room, a shining star suspended from the ceiling, a few bits of holly here and there, tinsel draped round the mirror. “You’ve made it look half way homely, but downstairs -”
Tammy knew precisely what she meant. Downstairs was Mother’s domain, where everything had to be matched or it wasn’t allowed. Cards with cheerful Santas on them were tucked to the back, the elegant snow scenes and Victorian prints were brought to the front.
“Is homely a compliment?” she asked, picking up a sprig of holly and tucking it behind the hands of her Victorian doll.
“Yes, of course it is! I bet the Giblings have a traditional tree, pine needles dropping everywhere, tatty old fairy, lights, the whole bit, things they’ve loved forever, which come down out of the loft year after year - while we get designer trees.”
“But they’re lovely,” objected Tammy, trying to visualise a tatty tree strung with lights and old ornaments, and failing.
“You’re missing the point, kiddo.” Annie swung round and round, throwing her arms out, almost touching the glass lampshade suspended from the ceiling. “You’re missing the whole fucking point!”
“Don’t swear,” Tammy spoke automatically, registering her twin’s distress and rage.
“I’ll fucking well swear if I want! Listen, Tams, listen and look. Every year Mother goes out and buys - buys - a damn tree fully loaded with ornaments. Other people, normal people, get their decorations from their lofts, and say things like ‘oh look at this, I remember this!’ and ‘isn’t this old now?’ and it’s loved . It isn’t sterile and new and shiny bright! It’s loved!”
“As we are.”
“I wished! I think we were bought, paid for, brought home in new oh so white shawls encrusted with lace and ribbons because that is what was needed to complete the picture! Gran Webster was right there, damn her soul!”
“How do you know all this, Annie?”
“Know what? About the decorations and things? I was there when the Jeffersons got theirs out. Amanda invited me round, remember? I never got over it.”
“We have our own traditions, Mother buys a new tree.” Tammy picked up a package and handed it to Annie. “Here, an early gift. Don’t let Mother see what I’ve bought you.”
“A surprise? How did you manage to get a surprise without me knowing?” Annie pulled at the brightly patterned paper with the glee of child. “Oh no!” She looked at the cover of the video with a mixture of dismay and surprise, then burst out laughing. “The Experience. You bought me The Experience!”
“What’s funny?” demanded Tammy, feeling hurt that the secret her carefully closeted mind had concealed should be laughed at.
For answer Annie hurried out of the room and came back clutching an identical package. Tammy took it, suspecting what she would find.
“You didn’t!” She had, the same video.
“But how -” they began together, stopped, laughed and tried again.
“Who got -”
“You first,” Annie gestured toward Tammy. “You first, you gave me your gift first.”
“And I got Mark to get this for me. The suppliers much have thought Christmas had come - oh it has!”
Annie began to laugh so hard she rolled on the floor, holding her stomach and shaking as tears flowed down her face. It was infectious, Tammy found herself joining in.
When they finally stopped laughing, Annie rolled over, picked up her video and looked at it.
“I’ll give this to Alfred, the original dirty old man.”
“Who’s Alfred?” Tammy reached for tissues, dabbed her wet face and flopped out on the bed, a lifeless rag doll, exhausted with laughter.
“Wrayland.” The answer prompted a further question in Tammy, one she had wanted to ask and didn’t like to. Perhaps deep down she knew the answer before it came.
“Why do you still go there, Annie?”
Annie sobered up, put a finger to her lips, whispered ‘sssshh,” and flashed Tammy a series of vivid and erotic pictures, young men, some older women, even a few children brought by their parents, bent over the chair in Mr. Wrayland’s study, being caned.
“And where are you while this is going on?” “In his kitchen. Would you believe he has a mirror in the hall directly opposite the chair where you bent over, kiddo? And you can see that mirror from the kitchen. And it works, damn me it works!”
“Really? Do parents really take their kids there?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you my twin. I wouldn’t dare - you’d see through it,” but Tammy wondered if she would. Annie had learned to close her mind to all probing and touching. “No, not really taking them there, what happens is, old Alfred does private tutoring, and the parents give him carte blanche to cane if the pupil gets it wrong too many times. Sometimes they are there to watch, kinky swines!”
“How do you know when to go?”
“Questions, questions! I don’t, I just go, and if it’s a good day he’ll have a pupil or a visitor, you know, like was answered the contact ads, other people do. This woman the other day, she must have been 50 if she was a day, all saggy bum and drooping cheeks, wanted to be really roughly treated. He got her bent over, caned her six times, hard mind! Whistling that cane down across her white flabby cheeks, how they bounced when the cane hit them! And then made her stay there for ten minutes, gave her another six, waited another tem minutes, gave her another six, and then called me in. She was shocked rigid! But he ordered her to stay there and gave her another six just the same with me watching and she was bawling when he’d done.”
“What did you think?”
“Tam, my dear twin, I loved every second of it, even if I couldn’t bond with her like I can with you. So I have a good time at old Wrayland’s and there’s the other thing -
“The other thing is, you’ve got him where you want him.”
“Right first time.” I’m not sure yet how I’ll use him, but I will.”
And Annie said it in a cold hard voice that sent chills down Tammy’s spine. Then she added something else that sent more than a chill down her spine.
“New Year’s Eve, kiddo, you go walking. Remember, the first man you see -”
“How could I forget?” a sweep of feeling went through Tammy, making her almost climax right there, on her own bed, without a single fantasy thought to do it, just the mere knowledge she would obey Anastasia, come what may.
I had to come, it had been threatened long enough, and it was now just about a week
Chapter Twenty One
Q. Tell me about the video, Tammy.
A. You’re as bad as the rest of them, I swear you are! The Experience. A video about a girl who is tied up by her boyfriend, wrists and hands tied, and is whipped on the cunt and breasts until she is red raw and loves every minute of it. So she finds a place where she can go, where she’s put in stocks and beaten with leather straps and paddles. We see hot wax dripped on to breasts, especially nipples, people hanging in awkward positions, quite a bit of beating going on but really it was a disappointment to me. I don’t like the hanging scenes, or the hot wax, I prefer straightforward videos of severe punishments. I’ve got quite a collection. You can see them if you like. You know where they are, on the shelf next to the video at home. But although I didn’t like that one, Annie bought it for me so I kept it. It’s there too, if you want to see it.
; Q. You had no idea she’d bought the same thing?
A. No. But we were that close, telepathically close as I told you, it would have been a surprise if she had found something different from me. After all, it was all we could do or certainly I could do to keep it from her, to keep that part of my mind shuttered from her prying thoughts. It was easier for her, she didn’t have me probing all the time, only occasionally. I got scared by that kind of activity and usually back off.
Q. Did you share videos?
A. Yes. One or other of the guys would get hold of one and slip us a copy, all right, it’s illegal but the price of the things! And Annie and me would watch it, usually in her room, don’t quite know why.
Q. And you were turned on by them.
A. Oh yes, even if they were weak as some of them were.
Q. Tell me about Christmas.
A. Not much to tell really. It was quiet occasion, Christmas Day various family members came around for sherry and mince pies, leaving gifts or in Uncle Phil’s case some more cash - buying us off still, I think - and we hung around home. Annie got her computer and played with that most of the day. I hardly saw her. My big gift from Mother and Father was a new hi-fi system, I had a lot of fun with that, fixing up the aerial to get good reception for London radio stations, things like that. I miss that, being here. My real gift to Annie was another piece of Celtic jewellery and she bought me a CD I particularly wanted, full price import job, very expensive. It was good of her.
Q. How was the family at this time?
A. Gran Webster was very ill, too ill for us to visit much, so we just made brief duty visits on Boxing Day. I felt real bad about that, but Annie was full of it, I could see that. “Silly old bag,” she kept saying, “silly old cow, teach her to spoil my special birthday!” Thinking back, I realise it was about time I got an inkling that Annie wasn’t - quite all there. A little bit of her was out to lunch, if you know what I mean. And I got scared, because she could so easily influence me. And did.
Q. And after Christmas?
A. You know what I’m going to say, don’t you? All these other questions were a device to keep me from revealing what you really want to hear, what happened on New year’s Eve, until you were good and ready to hear it. I told you, you’re as bad as the rest of them! You want details of the spanking Tamasine got? I’ll tell you, I got spanked, and damned hard too!
Chapter Twenty Two
Mother was a little wistful.
“Are you sure you girls don’t want to celebrate New Year down here with us?” smiling her, ‘let’s all be family together,’ smile which made Annie sick.
“No thanks, Mother, we’ll be all right, the New Year can come in without us, we’re a bit tired, aren’t we, Tam?”
“Yes,” and it was true. Tammy was very very tired, having laid awake night after night visualising New Year’s Eve, visualising walking along the road, accosting the first man she saw, the whole scenario re-enacted over and over again,until she finally fell asleep, sometimes with fingers buried in her slit, waking in the morning wet, stiff and very tired.
“Too much Christmas partying,” Father smiled a benevolent, ‘don’t I know all about it,’ smile that made Tammy sick.
“Happy New Year,” chorused Tammy and Annie, without so much as a look at each other, just a shared though.
“Happy New Year, darling,” Mother raised a crystal glass of sherry toward them and smiled.
11.30. Tammy glanced unwillingly at the grandfather clock on the landing, felt a chill run through her, felt the familiar and welcome surge of eroticism that preceded any adventure, any obeying of Annie’s orders. How did she know just what to pick, what to say, what to order her to do to send thrills and excitement through her?
“Get changed, kiddo,” the words were whispered but Tammy heard them, hurried to her room, found the short tight skirt and cropped top and struggled into them. It would be cold, it would be very cold, but she could throw a leather jacket around her shoulders and still reveal her body to the men who were out celebrating New Year in Salldown.
There were men out celebrating New Year in Salldown, weren’t there?
Annie suddenly appeared in her room, smiling her knowing all powerful smile.
“Happy New Year, kiddo.”
“I wonder.”
“It will be. Oh, we’ll have such adventures! You see if we don’t.” Annie approached her, flicked the long blonde hair, tugged at the cropped top, exposed a little more cleavage. “You leave here 11.50, and get out there and knock them dead. O.K? You hear, you understand?”
“I hear, I understand.”
Tammy flicked a look at her clock. 11.45.
“Enjoy yourself, kiddo,” And Annie was gone.
Tammy walked slowly and silently to the top of the stairs, clutching her leather jacket and a small plastic bag with her keys. Annie would have the back door unlocked for her surely, but just in case -
As the hands of the grandfather clock touched 11.50 Tammy carefully yet rapidly descended the stairs, feeling Annie’s probing thoughts, feeling her own excitement wet through the black lace briefs she had put on.
There was starlight bright enough to equal the moon, which hung low and full in the night sky. The street was still alive at five minutes to midnight, families staying up to welcome in the New Year with drinks and crackers, with high hopes and a lot of wild dreams, most of which would be shattered by February if not sooner.
She started to walk along the street, casual, but her knees were shaking so hard it was a wonder she could stand upright.
The first man.
It was as if Annie had spoken to her directly, the voice was so clear. Tammy knew Annie was lying flat on her back on the bed, probably naked, one hand at her slit, the other rubbing her nipples round and round with the ball of her thumb, sending shivers of excitement through her as she saw what Tammy saw, the silent cold empty street, the lit windows, golden Squares in the dark night, the stars - some still, some twinkling, the huge moon staring coldly down at her, wondering what she was doing.
What she was doing was walking the streets at midnight.
What she was - that was a different thing. She was one huge tensed anticipation/apprehension ball waiting to explode at the merest touch.
Her footsteps echoed in the silent cold street.
Other footsteps. Not her own. Tammy drew in a sharp breath, felt fear clutch her heart, wondered if she could go through with it.
Knowing she had to.
She stopped under a lamp post and leaned against it, the picture of whoredom, the picture of innocence.
“Tammy, what are you doing out here?”
“Hello, Uncle Phil. I’m -” She felt Annie’s touch, her surprise and her sheer gurgling pleasure.
“I’m looking for someone to spank me hard.”
“God, girl, I’ve been looking for a chance, come on.”
He needed no encouragement or invitation, before Tammy knew what had happened she was being escorted to his car, a dark estate parked in a side road. Tammy registered surprise and interest that he should be out, that the car should be in a side road at midnight on New Year’s Eve, when he should surely have been at home with Aunt Phyl.
She said nothing, but felt the worn upholstery beneath her thighs, wriggled a little which caused him to groan, and watched as he swiftly and deliberately drove to a small clearing in the nearby woods.
‘You’ve been here before,’ she thought, but said nothing.
The engine coughed spluttered and died. Phil turned in his seat, arm around the steering wheel, staring at her in the cold moonlight.
“This one of your games, Tamasine?”
“Yes.”
“What is it tonight?”
“Ask the first man I saw to give me a spanking.”
> He shook his head. “You girls live dangerously, don’t you? It could have been anyone, a murderer, rapist, whatever, for God’s sake why?”
She lifted her chin defiantly, stared at him.
“Life in Salldown is unutterably boring, Uncle Phil. Unutterably boring. We escape, Annie and me, we escape to College a few times a week but mostly what is there for us? Nothing. So we have to do something to liven up our lives. So, we live dangerously. Every adventure survived is another for the memories.”
“You’re right,” he looked down at his groin, saw the bulge, saw the throbbing movement. “There is nothing for you, or for me, come to that.”
“But what were you doing in that road at this time?”
“Can I, I mean, will I do?”
“Of course!” Tammy opened the door, went round to the back door of the car and climbed in. “What are you waiting for?”
With another groan Phil got in the other side in the back, pulling her roughly across his knees, wrenching at the tight skirt, staring down at the black briefs with a longing that was almost a physical pain. Tammy twisted her head back, stared at the carpet littered with tiny specks of grit and crumbs, wondered where they had come from. With only two people, who used the back of an estate car? And why did he want an estate car anyway?
“God I’ve missed you!” he brought his hand down hard, making her yelp in surprise at the severity.
And then he shifted slightly, pulled her closer, wrapped one arm firmly around her waist and began to rain spanks down on her cheeks, harder and harder, stinging burning and hurting. Tammy wriggled and yelped, and then began to cry, surprising herself and him. He smacked the tops of her thighs, the small of her back, the curve of her cheeks over and over again, savagely hurting, bringing out all his pent up longing and frustration.
When he was finally tired, when his hand stung too much to go on, he sat her up, pushed her back on the seat and thrust his fingers deep into her slit, bringing her to instant orgasm. As she shuddered over his hand, tears coursing down her face, she automatically reached for his erection, releasing him and jerking the thick engorged penis with both hands, until a fine spray of semen splattered over her clothes.
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