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Joanne’s seventeen-year-old sister, Gabrielle, arrived home just after 4.30 that Saturday afternoon. She was happy. She had enjoyed spending time with her friends in town, doing some last-minute Christmas shopping and just relaxing for a change. Once she had locked the front door behind her, Gabby Wilson laid her shopping bags down in the hallway and walked into the front room, where her mother and older sister were watching television. The young woman smiled and sat down on the sofa next to her mum.

“Good day, Sweetie?” Her mum turned her attention from the television and to her youngest daughter.

Gabrielle removed her jacket and scarf and folded them neatly over the arm of the leather sofa before answering her mother’s question.

“It was lovely Mum. Got some last-minute presents, had lunch in that new Mexican restaurant and had a good catch up with Lucy and Emily.” She smiled.

“That’s good Dear. Are you in for the night now?” Her mum asked.

“Was planning on going over to Sophie’s and staying over, but she hasn’t got back to me about that yet.” She then noticed her older sister sitting watching TV.

“Jo. If she calls and invites me over, could you give me a lift and drop me off?” Gabby smiled at her older sister.

Joanne turned her attention from the Christmas film she had been watching and focused on her younger sister.

“Yes. If it’s not too late. I’m going to grab an early night seen as we’re going to see Rebecca tomorrow and I plan to go early in the morning.” She returned her attention to the film.

“Thanks.” Gabrielle said and stood up. She then noticed that her father and brother weren’t there.

“Where’s Dad and Nick?” She looked to her mother.

Katherine Wilson got to her feet and stared at her youngest daughter. She smiled and shook her head.

“Oh, they’ve been sent to bed.” Her mother shifted her gaze to Joanne.

Gabrielle Wilson knew what “sent to bed” meant in their house. Her father and twin brother had been punished, undoubtedly for their drunken exploits two weeks previously. She smiled at her mum and walked over to the door.

“Oh. I’m going to go and wrap these presents then have a snooze.” She smiled and left the room.

Joanne went up to her bedroom after the film had finished and closed her bedroom door behind her. She lay down on her double bed and spent the next hour texting Pete and Rebecca. As she lay there, she thought about the two presents she had for her ex-Form Mistress and smiled. She would certainly love them both, especially the chance to have sex with Peter Mitchell. Joanne Wilson remembered how Rebecca had reacted when he had placed his large cock in her mouth and had decided then and there to let her boyfriend have sex with the lovely, twenty-eight-year-old.

The ex-Head Girl had also decided to take Gabrielle to Rebecca Mulligan’s house with her that following day. She could apologise to her friend and perhaps take a punishment from the older woman for her behaviour at school. The smile grew wider across her face and she got up from her bed, taking a deep breath before making sure that her long red hair was neat. Joanne walked over to the corner of her bedroom and picked up the two bags that contained her spanking implements. She placed them gently on her bed and opened them both, removing everything before deciding on the ones she wanted to use on her spoilt sister.

The twenty-one-year-old Law student left her bedroom and walked the short distance to her sister’s bedroom that was at the end of the landing. She passed her parents’ bedroom and shook her head. Not a sound – her dad was obviously sleeping off his dose of corporal punishment. She then passed her brother’s bedroom, and again, not a sound could be heard. Once she was standing outside her sister’s bedroom, she took a moment to decide how to play the situation. She would try to get Gabby to admit that she had been rude to Rebecca and then give her a choice of how she would be punished. If this didn’t work, she would just go back to her bedroom, pick up her clothes brush and slipper and turn her younger sister over her lap and punish her until she confessed and agreed to apologise.

Joanne turned the door handle and pushed the door gently, opening it slowly. As she did so, her younger sister turned and sat up on her double bed, smiling as she saw her older sister.

“Hi Jo. Sophie said I can go over to hers at eight tonight, so can you drop me off?”

Gabrielle swung her legs over until she was sitting on the side of her bed, looking at her sister, who walked into the room and closed the door behind her. Joanne smiled and sat down to the left-hand side of her sister on the bed and placed her hands on the knees of her jeans.

“I can do. But we need to discuss something first, Gabrielle.” Joanne stared at her taller, younger sister.

“Oh. What’s that?” She replied.

Gabrielle Wilson knew that there was something wrong. Her older sister only ever called her by her full first name if she had done something that had caused an upset. Joanne Wilson ran her right hand through her long red hair and took a deep breath before continuing.

“Is everything okay at school?” She asked, not taking her eyes off her younger sister for a moment.

The younger woman realised what the visit to her bedroom was about and tried to remain as calm as possible. She should have known that her Music teacher would have told her sister about her bad attitude that she had shown a few weeks’ previously.

“Yes. Why do you ask?” Gabby Wilson lied and tried to focus on her sister, who continued staring at her.

“Oh. That’s good then.” Joanne shook her head slightly before continuing.

“Its just that Miss Mulligan said that you had refused to attend an orchestra practice the other week.” Joanne Wilson smiled.

She found it strange referring to her friend as Miss Mulligan after what they had done in her ex-Form Mistress’ bedroom three months previously.

“Oh, yes. I told her that I couldn’t do that as Miss MacKintosh needed me for a hockey fixture that same evening.” Gabrielle smiled her sweetest smile.

“You told her? In a nice way?” The ex-Head Girl could feel herself slipping back into Head Girl mode.

Her seventeen-year-old sister ran her left hand through her long brown hair and looked down at her socks before answering.

“Yes. I told her that I needed to play for the senior first eleven hockey team but could do the performance we had been practising for – just not her orchestra practice that night.”

Joanne nodded. She could see that she was going to have to force her younger sister over her lap. So much the better. Always much more fun when either her twin brother or sister resisted. It meant she could punish them harder and take much more time doing it than if they meekly removed their clothes and went over her knee without much fuss.

“She says you swore at her and argued with her. That you told her that you didn’t care about missing orchestra practice as Rebecca wouldn’t smack you anywhere near as hard as Miss MacKintosh would for letting her down. Is that right, young lady?” Joanne Wilson could feel herself becoming moist between her legs.

Gabrielle thought to herself for a moment and stared at her older sister. She could continue to lie but knew that she had been caught out. The Sixth Form student had said those exact words to Miss Mulligan, even muttering that her Music teacher was a “silly bitch,” under her breath as she walked out of Miss Mulligan’s classroom. Rebecca had heard this and reported it to Joanne. The fact that her sister was calling her “young lady” also made her think about telling the truth. Jo never did that, except when a punishment was inevitable.

“I’m sorry, Sis.” Gabrielle began fidgeting with her long, dark hair before continuing.

“I love my music and Miss Mulligan’s orchestra, but Miss MacKintosh came up to me and sprung a last-minute fixture on me. I was double-booked and didn’t want to let either of them down. I reckoned that it would be easier to let Miss Mulligan down as she wouldn’t be likely to give me a detention and possibly smack me. I know that Miss MacKintosh would do that and don’t really fancy her plimsoll across my arse – or worse.” Gabrielle Wilson swallowed hard.

Joanne Wilson shuffled around on the bed and then returned her focus and full attention to her sister.

“Well, I won’t have you behaving like that to anyone, but definitely not Reb.” She stopped herself using her Form Mistress’ name

“Miss Mulligan.” She quickly corrected herself and continued.

“I am going to give you three choices about how you will be punished.” Joanne Wilson placed her right hand on her sister’s left knee.

“But Jo. Please – I was just so stressed, and I snapped at Miss. I didn’t mean it.” Gabrielle Wilson began to plead with her sister.

“Stop that.” Her older sister instructed, and Gabrielle obeyed immediately.

“You can either be punished by Miss Mulligan. We’re going there tomorrow, and you will be coming with us. Or you can wait until school starts again and I’ll come into school that first day back and ask that Ms. Storey canes you or, we can deal with it right now and get it over and done with.” Joanne smiled, knowing that she had her sister exactly where she wanted her.

“Please Joanne. I’ll just say I’m sorry to Miss and she’ll be cool with it.” Gabrielle could feel a pain in her stomach as she became uncomfortable thinking about her options.

“No. You will apologise, but you are going to be punished. I won’t have you upsetting Rebecca like that.” Joanne didn’t care that she used her friend’s name this time.

Gabrielle Wilson stood up and towered over her sister, who remained sitting on her bed. Joanne looked up at her and continued to smile as her younger sister loudly thought about her choice.

“I don’t want to go to Miss Mulligan’s house to be punished. That’s just wrong.” She looked away from her sister and shook her head.

“I definitely don’t want to be punished at school either. And not by Ms. Storey. I saw what she did to Nick and it wasn’t pretty.”

Joanne interrupted.

“No, you don’t. I’ve been punished by Ms. Storey and it will be painful and uncomfortable, and you could also kiss good-bye to any hopes of being Head Girl next year.”

Gabrielle Wilson turned back to face her sister.

“She punished you?” the taller woman asked in a surprised tone.

“Yes. Near the end of year thirteen. She will really lay it on if you have over-stepped your place and especially if you have been rude to a teacher.” Joanne winced as she remembered her punishment that had happened almost two and a half years ago.

“God. I don’t want that.” Gabrielle nodded at her sister and thought to herself.

“If you do it, will you go easy on me?” She smiled.

“No, Gabrielle. I’ll make you realise that you never, ever behave like that and that you need to keep that nasty little temper of yours in check.” Joanne stood up and placed her hands on her hips, waiting for a decision.

“Okay. I’ll go over your knee.” She said reluctantly.

“But only because I don’t want it from Ms. Storey.” She added.

Joanne smiled and walked over to her sister’s wardrobe, thinking to herself for a few moments before looking at Gabby, who already had tears in her eyes at the thought of being spanked.

“I’m going to go and fetch a few things to teach you to be a nicer person and whilst I’m gone, I want you to change into your school blouse and skirt.” She walked to the bedroom door and began to open it.

“Why?” Her sister asked, confused.

“Because you’re a naughty schoolgirl and will be punished that way. Is that understood, Gabrielle?” Joanne turned and stared at her sister.

“Yes.” The younger woman immediately walked to her wardrobe and opened the door.

“Good. Leave your knickers off as you won’t be needing them, and they’ll only get in the way in any case.”

With that, Joanne Wilson pulled the door open fully and walked out onto the landing, heading to her own room. Gabrielle sniffed and began to feel teary as she brought out one of her short sleeved white school blouses and knee length black school skirt. She laid them neatly on her bed and reluctantly began to undress, watching her bedroom door as she did so.

Joanne smiled to herself as she picked up and checked her mobile phone. She quickly tapped out a reply to a message from her boyfriend before picking up the ebony-backed clothes brush and rubber-soled slipper from her bed. She really would make her younger sister regret being rude to her friend. The twenty-one-year-old opened her bedroom door and headed back to Gabby’s room. She stood outside the door for a moment and listened. She could hear her sister getting dressed and reached for the door handle, turning it gently and pushing the door open.

As she entered the room, Joanne Wilson could see that her sister had done as instructed and stood there, dressed in her school uniform. The strict woman turned her head and noticed the pile of clothes on the chair in the corner of the room. On top of the pile were the knickers that her sister had been wearing.

“Are you ready, Gabrielle?” Joanne closed the bedroom door gently and walked over to her sister’s double bed.

Joanne Wilson sat down on the bed and placed the clothes brush and slipper down beside her. She smiled at her sister, who she could tell, had been crying.

“Yes Jo. I’m sorry.” Gabrielle Wilson said softly.

The smile on Joanne’s face widened. This spanking had been so very long overdue. The ex-Head Girl decided to get this over with and began to make herself comfortable. She pulled her white jumper off, carefully pulling it over her head and placing it on the bed next to her.

“Its warm in here and I’m only going to get warmer when I punish you, you naughty young lady.” She laughed.

She touched her large breasts through her black bra and shuffled around on her sister’s bed until she was satisfied. Gabrielle Wilson stood watching her, standing to attention and shaking at the thought of what was about to happen to her. She had been punished by her older sister on several occasions in the past and it had always ended with her crying and being unable to sit comfortably for days afterwards.

“Okay, Gabrielle. Over my knee and don’t make a fuss.” Joanne placed her arms to her sides and stared at her younger sister, who slowly obeyed her instruction.

The seventeen-year-old made herself as comfortable as possible over her sister’s large lap and reached across for one of the pillows that were on her bed. She buried her head into it and closed her eyes, hoping that her punishment wouldn’t be too severe.

Her elder sister smiled as she saw the younger woman bury her head in the pillow. She took both hands and slowly raised her sister’s skirt, exposing her small bottom. Joanne folded the skirt out of the way and began to rub her hands over the cold bottom lying over her lap. She could feel Gabby becoming aroused as she pushed her crotch deep into Joanne’s lap. The ex-Head Girl continued to rub her hands over her sister’s small, white buttocks and down the backs of her legs. She avoided touching her between her legs. She didn’t want her to enjoy this as it was meant to be a punishment, and besides, that part of her punishment would be dealt with at Miss Mulligan’s the following day.

After five or so minutes, Joanne took a deep breath and adjusted the shoulder straps on her black bra. She gave Gabrielle’s bottom one final rub before placing her left hand on her younger sister’s lower back and raising her large right hand high in the air. She took another breath before her right hand came crashing down across the centre of the bottom lying at her mercy, landing with a satisfying and loud “slap!” a second later.

She looked down at the back of her sister’s head and smiled as she saw Gabrielle Wilson bury her face deeper into the pillow.

“This is for Miss Mulligan.” Joanne raised her voice and brought her right hand down once again across the centre of her sister’s petite bottom.

“Slap!”

Joanne nodded as she watched her younger sister’s small buttocks wobble and then return to their original position. A nice, neat, red hand print appeared on the pale, white bottom before her. Gabby Wilson pushed her face deeper into her pillow and tried to remain still over her older sister’s knees. The twenty-one-year-old decided that she would teach her sister a lesson that she would not forget in a hurry and raised her large right hand once more.

“Slap!” It landed on Gabrielle’s right buttock.

“Slap!” the crease between her right buttock and thigh received a dose of her sister’s hand.

Over the next twenty or so minutes, Joanne Wilson expertly turned her younger sister’s bottom from a pale white colour into a masterpiece of all manner of shades of red and pink. Gabrielle Wilson had simply buried her head into her pillow and tried to stay as still as possible as Joanne spanked her.

The older woman covered every inch of her sister’s bottom with slaps. She hit slow and hard across the relatively fleshy centre of the girl’s bottom. Then repeated the process on her sister’s thighs and backs of her legs. Then she wrapped out a rapid-fire and frantic spanking, seeing how many times she could slap the bottom lying in front of her in two minutes.

Once Joanne had stopped, she placed both of her hands on her sister’s back and listened to Gabrielle’s breathing. She was taking deep breaths and was obviously crying, sniffing and sobbing and the twenty-one-year-old student noticed that the pillow that was being gripped tightly by her younger sister was damp from her tears. Joanne Wilson adjusted her bra once again and picked up the ebony-backed hairbrush from the bed.

“God, I’m glad I took that jumper off!” She thought to herself as she tapped her sister’s red-hot bottom with the nasty little clothes brush.

“Now, you’re going to get twenty-four with Miss Mulligan’s clothes brush and you’ll take them with no fuss. Is that clear, Gabrielle?” Joanne stroked her sister’s dark hair gently with her left hand.

She continued stroking the younger woman’s hair and waited for her to lift her head from the pillow and turn to face her. Joanne could see that Gabby had been crying and her cheeks were tear-stained. It took her sister a few moments to re-gather her composure enough so that she could answer.

“Yes Jo. Please stop. I’ll be good I promise.” Her sister began crying again.

“Not until you’ve taken your punishment and learned your lesson.” Miss Wilson continued to tap her sister’s hot bottom with the small clothes brush.

“I have learned Jo. I promise. I won’t do anything like that again and I’ll apologise to Miss Mulligan. Just stop – please!”

Gabrielle Wilson didn’t get a chance to continue pleading with her older sister. Joanne grabbed her around her waist with her left hand, pulling her tightly into her lap and raised the clothes brush above her head, bringing it down with a loud “Thud!” a second later.

Her younger sister squirmed but had nowhere to go. She was held so tight by her larger and stronger sister that all she could do was raise her head and then bury it deep into her damp pillow.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” The ex-Head Girl wrapped out half a dozen blows with the ebony clothes brush to the centre of Gabby’s red and bruised bottom.

Joanne paused to admire the work of art she was creating and to listen and laugh at the sobs and sniffles of her naughty younger sister. She then resumed her assault on the bottom held securely in place over her lap.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

Half a dozen smacks with the brush applied alternately to the seventeen-year-old’s thighs and backs of legs. Joanne Wilson took a brief rest to allow her sister to calm down a little before wrapping out another dose of the nasty little clothes brush.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

The brush kissed Gabrielle Wilson’s thighs once more and her older sister fought to hold her in place.

“Another six and then we’re nearly done, you, naughty little bitch.” Joanne laughed as she used the insult that Gabby had used towards Rebecca.

She wasted no time in completing this part of her sister’s punishment.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

Joanne returned to smacking the fleshy part of her sister’s bottom and threw the brush on the bed as soon as she had finished her last set of six smacks. Immediately she placed her right hand on the burning bottom in front of her and rubbed it gently to try and soothe the pain and discomfort that Gabby was no doubt feeling at that moment.

After about ten minutes, Gabrielle Wilson’s sniffs and sobs had become few and far between and Joanne decided that she would conclude the punishment quickly. She stroked her sister’s back through her creased white school blouse and then moved to stroking her long dark hair.

“Right, Gabrielle, we’re nearly there. Just twelve smacks with the slipper and then we can see if you’ve learned your lesson or not.” She placed her hands on her sister’s black skirt and lowered it.

“Get up and go and bend over your dressing table.” Joanne Wilson placed her hands on the bed and waited as her sister slowly, and awkwardly got to her feet.

Once she was standing up, she looked down on her sister before wiping her eyes with her right hand. Joanne reached over and picked up the rubber-soled slipper with her right hand and watched her younger sister turn and walk the short distance to the dressing table. She placed her hands flat down and bent over, sticking her bottom out. The ex-Head Girl got up from the bed and walked over to Gabby, gently lifting her black school skirt out of the way by tucking it up into her sister’s blouse. She stood to her sister’s left-hand side and measured the slipper out across the small bottom before her.

Joanne said nothing as she tapped the heavy, size ten slipper against Gabrielle’s bare bottom. The twenty-one-year-old drew the slipper back, used her left hand to push her sister further down into her dressing table and brought the slipper whistling through the air, its journey broken as it connected with Gabrielle Wilson’s burning bottom with an extremely loud “Thump!” Which echoed through the large room.

“Thump!” A second stroke bit into her younger sister’s right thigh.

A few seconds pause and then a third stroke landed.

“Thump!” Gabby’s left thigh received the same treatment.

Joanne used her strength and weight to secure the younger woman in position as she struggled with the pain that was now spreading across her bottom and thighs.

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!” Three quick-fire smacks with the slipper kissed Gabrielle Wilson’s bottom.

The experienced disciplinarian paused once more. She watched her sister struggle to regain her composure. She smiled to herself and was delighted that Gabrielle had opted to let her punish her for the outburst towards Rebecca Mulligan. The fact that it had been her friend who had been involved had meant that Joanne had not held back during the punishment. Her younger sister would feel her displeasure, but also, unlike previous spankings, would feel just how hard her older sister really could spank.

“Nearly there, young lady. Six more smacks to go and then we’ll have a chat and see if you need some more punishment.” Joanne said sternly.

She lifted her sister’s skirt and blouse and secured it tightly, so that it would not slip down during those final few smacks and then re-took her position to the left of where her sister was bent over the dressing table. Joanne slipped her left hand around Gabby’s slim waist and held her tight. She wasn’t going to go anywhere during those final half a dozen smacks with the slipper. Joanne Wilson lifted it high in the air and then wrapped the strokes out as hard as she could across her younger sister’s glowing red bottom.

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

After the last smack with the slipper, Joanne Wilson held the nasty, rubber-soled slipper into Gabrielle’s bottom for a few moments, before throwing it onto the bed. She immediately began rubbing her cool hands over her sister’s red, bruised and red-hot buttocks. Joanne smiled as she dd this and as she listened to Gabby’s sniffs and sobs. Her tears were flowing freely and falling onto the dressing table in front of her.

“Good girl.” Joanne said soothingly.

“Get up and lie face down on your bed. I’ll go and get some cream and then we can have a chat.” She watched as her seventeen-year-old sister slowly stood up and turned around. She wiped tears from her eyes and rubbed her nose with the back of her right hand.

Gabrielle Wilson walked over to her double bed and lay face down, burying her head into her pillows once again. The older woman smiled, walked to the door and headed to the bathroom returning a few moments later with a tube of Aloe Vera gel. The Law student and Correction Officer opened the tube of cooling gel and sat on the bed next to her sister, who continued to sniff and sob into her pillows. Joanne squirted some gel into her right hand and placed the tube on the bed next to her before rubbing the cooling liquid all over her sister’s bottom.

After a few moments, Joanne got up and picked up the tube of gel and her brush and slipper, placing them on Gabrielle’s dressing table. She stood in silence and waited until her younger sister eventually raised her head from her pillows and looked at her disciplinarian.

“Well, Gabrielle. Do you have anything to say? Are you sorry for upsetting Rebecca? Do I have to give you a dose of the strap and the cane to teach you a lesson?”

Joanne Wilson reached over and retrieved her jumper from her sister’s double bed. The younger woman sniffed and sobbed and took a few moments before replying.

“I’m sorry Jo. I won’t speak to anyone like that again – I promise.” She wiped her eyes before continuing.

“I’m sorry for being rude to Miss. I won’t do that again and I’ll apologise to her.” Gabby Wilson felt the pressure in her bladder growing.

“Please don’t give me any more Joanne. I am sorry!” She pleaded.

The older lady smiled and walked over to her sister, placing her arms around her and drawing her close. She held her and stroked her younger sister’s back. They stayed like that for a few moments before Joanne pulled away.

“I think I believe you Gabby.” She smiled and stroked her sister’s cheek.

“You will come with me tomorrow morning and you can apologise to Miss Mulligan and then we’re all sorted.”

Gabrielle nodded submissively.

“Yes, Joanne. I am sorry. I don’t like being spanked” She said truthfully.

Her sister smiled again and picked up the tube of gel, the clothes brush and slipper and opened her sister’s bedroom door, turning to face the younger woman as she opened the door to leave.

“Oh, and by the way, you’re grounded until I say otherwise, so you had better call Sophie and tell her that you won’t be going to hers tonight. Maybe say you have a pain in your stomach. Is that understood, Sweetie?” Joanne stared at her defeated sister.

Gabrielle Wilson shook her head and looked at her shoes before returning her gaze to her older sister.

“Yes Joanne. Thank you, Joanne.” She replied.

Once her sister had left her bedroom and closed the door behind her, Gabrielle rubbed her bottom with her hands in a vain attempt to soothe it and stop it throbbing. She lay face down on her bed and reluctantly texted her friend to say that she was unwell. She went to the bathroom to relieve the pressure on her bladder before pulling back the covers on her bed and crawling carefully beneath them. She kept her school uniform on and masturbated until she came, repeating this three more times until she fell asleep.

Joanne Wilson had replaced the tube of cream in the bathroom cabinet before heading to her own bedroom. She lay on her double bed and pulled her jeans and knickers down, reaching inside her wet pussy with her fingers. It didn’t take her long to bring herself to climax and she lay there staring at the ceiling with a satisfied smile on her face. Gabrielle’s punishment wasn’t finished yet, despite what her younger sister thought and that following day, she would get to give Rebecca Mulligan her presents, which included sex with Peter and herself.

Eventually, once she had calmed herself down, Joanne checked her appearance and replaced her jumper. She made her way down to the living room where her mother was sitting watching television. She sat on the chair across from her mum and smiled.

“Gabrielle been told off Dear?” Mrs. Wilson smiled having heard the punishment being administered upstairs in her youngest daughter’s bedroom.

Joanne laughed and fidgeted with her long, red hair.

“Yes Mum. She denied everything, so she got spanked. Its been so long overdue but I think we’re good now.” She shifted around on her chair, still aroused.

“Poor Gabby.” Katherine said quietly and laughed.

“Going to take her to see Rebecca tomorrow and she can apologise to her face and then everything will be good for Christmas.” Joanne turned her attention to the television.

The next morning, Sunday morning, Joanne was up and dressed by 8:30 and had woken Gabrielle and watched her struggle out of bed.

“How’s your bottom this morning, Gabby?” She asked quietly.

Her younger sister had frowned at her and slowly got out of her bed, putting her dressing gown on, before looking at her older sister and answering.

“Very sore. Are you satisfied, Joanne?” She bent down and put slippers on her feet.

“Totally.” Joanne Wilson laughed and left her sister’s bedroom.

Her father and younger brother had already left the house to play a round of golf, nursing very sore bottoms, according to her mother. The girls ate breakfast and Joanne busied herself by texting Rebecca and Peter before going and placing the bags with the implements in them in the boot of her mother’s car. Katherine Wilson sat alone in the living room reading the Sunday newspapers and listening to the radio. Her eldest daughter waited downstairs and shortly before 9:30, Gabrielle had made her way into the living room. She was showered and smartly dressed in a red satin blouse and black trousers. The young lady had her winter coat draped over her right arm and held her handbag in her right hand.

“Shall we get going, Gabby?” Joanne got up from the sofa, picked up the car keys from the table and walked to the front door. She picked up her jacket from the rack next to the door, which she opened.

Gabrielle Wilson reluctantly, and slowly, followed her older sister to the front door and closed it gently behind her. She walked to the car and sat in the passenger seat, trying not to look at Joanne. She pulled the door closed and reached for her seatbelt which she secured with a “click.”

“Oh, cheer up Sweetie. You just need to apologise to Becky and then we can all enjoy our Christmas – unless she wants to put you over her knee too.” Joanne laughed as she started the engine and turned out of the driveway and onto the road.

Joanne Wilson drove the short distance to Peter Mitchell’s house, where he was waiting for her. He struggled to fit himself into the back of the car but soon they were headed the twelve miles to Rebecca Mulligan’s house. They arrived just before 10.15 and Miss Mulligan was waiting for them. She had the front door open within seconds of the car pulling up on the road outside. The ex-Head Girl took the bags from the boot of the car and locked it once her passengers had got out.

She walked up the front path to Rebecca and threw her arms around her friend, holding her for what seemed like an age before letting the older lady go.

“Nice to see you Becky!” Joanne said excitedly.

“And you, Lovely.” She kissed Joanne on the cheek before continuing.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Rebecca said quietly.

They turned and headed inside Rebecca’s house and Peter and Gabrielle followed, closing the front door behind them. After a few minutes, they were sitting in the living room with a drink in their hands.

“Well, how are you?” Joanne Wilson asked her friend.

Rebecca Mulligan took a mouthful of white wine and smiled at her.

“I’m good. Glad to be off work but am really good.” The Head of Music began staring at Gabrielle, who was sitting on the sofa next to Peter.

“That’s good. Are you going home for Christmas Day?” Joanne sipped at a glass of orange juice.

“I’m going early tomorrow but will be back on Friday. We could spend some time together then if you like.” Rebecca smiled.

“That would be great. I’m just chilling out but do have to start revising for my exams that kick off as soon as we go back.” Joanne Wilson also shifted her gaze to her younger sister.

“I know what that’s like. I’ve got so much to do with work, so it won’t be much of a holiday for me either.” Rebecca Mulligan felt herself becoming wet between her legs.

“I’ve got to organise the senior choir trip to Berlin when I get a moment and it’s a real pain in the arse.” She sipped at her glass of wine, still staring at Gabby.

“Funny you should mention pains in the arse, because Gabrielle here, has one of those at the moment, don’t you?” Joanne smiled at Gabrielle, whose face went red with embarrassment.

Her sister sat there in silence, looking down at her shoes.

“She also has something to say to you, don’t you Gabrielle?” Joanne Wilson got to her feet and went and sat on the arm of the sofa, next to where her sister sat.

Gabrielle Wilson looked up at her older sister and then across to Miss Mulligan, who knew what was coming.

“I’m sorry for arguing with you Miss and for swearing at you. I won’t do it again – I promise.” She spat out, returning her gaze to her shoes.

Rebecca Mulligan looked first to Joanne and then at Gabrielle Wilson before laughing. She really liked Gabby and on finding out that previous evening what her sister had done to her, immediately felt sorry for the girl. She had experienced a punishment from the ex-Head Girl herself and knew exactly how hard that right hand of hers was.

“Apology accepted Gabrielle.” Becky walked over to the seventeen-year-old and knelt beside her, until the girl raised her head and looked into her eyes.

“Only next time when you have a problem, lets sort it out calmly without flying into a temper. Okay, Honey?” She touched Gabrielle Wilson’s knee and smiled.

The younger girl looked into her eyes and smiled.

“Yes Miss. I promise. I’m sorry.” She smiled back and took a mouthful of wine from her glass.

At that moment, Rebecca’s doorbell went, and she got to her feet.

“Oh, that will be Leonie and Charlotte – they said that they might pop over before I go home tomorrow.”

Miss Mulligan walked out into the hallway and a short time later, Leonie MacKintosh and her girlfriend, Charlotte, were standing in the front room, looking at Joanne, Peter and Gabrielle. Miss Mackintosh was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a tight, bright yellow t shirt, which made her breasts even more prominent than usual. Her older girlfriend, Charlotte, was wearing an equally, tight but expensive, white blouse and very short red skirt. The woman laid her large shopping bag down on the floor and looked down at the floor.

“Can I fix you a drink Leonie? Charlotte?” Rebecca asked cheerfully.

Leonie MacKintosh smiled over at the young people sitting in the living room, that smile growing wider across her face once she had noticed Gabrielle Wilson.

“Ooh, hello there Gabrielle. I didn’t expect to see you until we get back to school.” She lied.

The tall Head of Girls’ PE at St. Katherine’s School then looked at Rebecca and continued.

“I’ll have a white wine if you’ve got some and Charlotte will have a lemonade as she’s driving today.” She then went and sat on the arm of the sofa next to Peter.

The guests sat in silence, staring at one another, until Rebecca returned with the ladies’ drinks. They toasted the holidays and exchanged gifts, under the instruction not to open them until Christmas day which was the following Tuesday. Gabrielle Wilson fidgeted with her hands and tried to look away from Miss Mulligan, who seemed to be staring at her. In fact, everyone seemed to be staring at her. She was just going to ask if she could go and use the bathroom when Joanne touched her on her knee and smiled.

“I think Gabrielle has something to say to both of you.” She smiled at Leonie and Rebecca and then looked to her sister.

Gabrielle was shocked, and it took her a while to realise what was going on, firstly looking at her sister, who smiled at her, then to Rebecca, who looked deadly serious.

“Do I?” Gabby asked. Confused.

“Yes, sweetie. You are going to apologise for your behaviour to both Becky and Leonie.” Joanne placed her right hand on her sister’s knee and squeezed it gently.

“Oh. I’m sorry for my behaviour Miss Mulligan – I promise that I won’t behave like that again or use language like that in future.” She looked at the young Music teacher who smiled back.

“That’s okay Lovely. Just don’t do it again and if you have a problem in future, just come and talk it out reasonably as we’ll always help you.” Rebecca touched her right breast with her right hand and then realised what she had done. She smiled and sat down.

“And Leonie too, Sweetie.” Joanne Wilson squeezed her sister’s knee once more.

“Okay. I’m sorry Miss. I just got double-booked with hockey and then music and didn’t want to let either of you down.” She smiled as Leonie stretched and yawned, her breasts straining beneath her very tight top.

“That’s okay. I’ll forgive you. But next time it will be “The Enforcer” across your arse you rude little thing. It isn’t nice, is it Pete?” She smiled.

“God no. Its bloody painful Miss.” Peter Mitchell answered truthfully.

“As it is, we’ll both support you when you apply to be Head Girl next year.” Leonie MacKintosh drained her glass of wine and looked to Rebecca.

“Thank you, Miss.” Gabby said and smiled.

Miss Mulligan walked over to her older friend and took her empty glass into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a refill.

“Great. Well, now I think we should get around to handing out our other gifts.” Joanne smiled.

The twenty-one-year-old got to her feet and walked over to Rebecca Mulligan. Leonie MacKintosh got to her feet and was soon standing over Gabrielle, looking down upon the young lady sitting on the sofa.

“Come with me, Gabrielle. I’ve got something to show you that will teach you that you’re not to use your attitude ever again.” She reached down and took Gabby Wilson’s right hand in her left and pulled her to her feet.

Gabrielle Wilson was confused and surprised but allowed herself to be led out of Rebecca’s living room. Charlotte got to her feet and placed her glass down on the coffee table before walking over and picking up her bag. She didn’t say a word as she followed her girlfriend and Gabrielle up the stairs and into Rebecca Mulligan’s spare bedroom. Once inside, she closed the door gently behind her.

Back in the living room, Rebecca drained her glass of wine and looked at Joanne. The younger woman took Becky’s right hand and gently pulled her to her feet. Joanne Wilson smiled and kissed her ex-Form Mistress gently on the lips.

“Merry Christmas, Becca.” She kissed her once more.

The women stood there for a few moments, kissing and touching one another, before the ex-Head Girl moved away and looked back to her boyfriend.

“Okay, Pete get up those stairs and wait for us.” Joanne Wilson instructed gently.

Her much taller boyfriend finished his drink and got to his feet. He placed the empty bottle on the table and looked at Joanne, who simply stared at him until he turned and obeyed her command.

“What’s going on?” Rebecca asked as Joanne’s hands wandered all over the pink blouse that she was wearing.

“Christmas present, Becca.” She replied, kissing her older friend on the lips.

“Come on.” She led the older woman upstairs and to her bedroom.

Once upstairs, they found Peter Mitchell standing in Rebecca’s bedroom. Joanne wasted no time in closing the bedroom door and then beginning to strip off.

“Get your clothes off, you two.” She smiled as she struggled to remove her shoes.

Slowly, the three of them undressed and left their clothes in piles on the floor. Joanne sat down on the bed and waited for Rebecca and Peter to strip naked. Once satisfied, Joanne Wilson laughed.

“Okay, on the bed – both of you!” She snapped and watched as Peter and Rebecca sat next to her.

Joanne touched her boyfriend’s penis and watched as it grew. He cupped his hands around her large breasts and began kissing her on the mouth and her neck. She gently pushed him away.

“Pete. Go and kiss Rebecca.” She moved up the bed and allowed the others to get close.

Slowly, Peter Mitchell moved closer to the twenty-eight-year-old and took her hand in his. Rebecca Mulligan looked over to Joanne, who nodded at her and began touching herself. Miss Mulligan leaned in and kissed Peter full on the mouth, her tongue beginning to explore every inch of the young man’s mouth. Despite his initial reluctance, he soon found himself responding, placing his large hands around Rebecca’s small, but perfectly formed breasts.

The ex-Head Girl smiled as she slipped off the bed and walked to the door, looking back at her friend and boyfriend kissing and becoming aroused. She opened the door and headed downstairs, returning a short time later with her handbag. Joanne Wilson brought out a condom and took it out of its wrapper. She reached down and took her boyfriend’s large manhood in her left hand, expertly placing the rubber condom over his cock.

“Give Rebecca an orgasm Pete, please.” She ran her right hand down her boyfriend’s chest.

Peter Mitchell placed his hands on Rebecca’s face and kissed her hard. The older lady lay back on the double bed and opened her legs. Joanne Wilson watched as her long-term boyfriend climbed on top of her friend and she opened her legs wide, kissing and touching Peter as she did so. The ex-Head Girl kissed and touched them both, fascinated by what she was witnessing.

Next door, in Rebecca’s spare room, Gabrielle stood watching Miss MacKintosh who sat on the bed.

“Take your clothes off Gabby.” Leonie instructed quietly.

Despite her initial reluctance, she soon found herself undressing and was soon standing there, naked, facing her PE Mistress and netball coach.

“Good girl. Now. You’re going to learn what happens when you are rude.” Leonie MacKintosh moved higher up on the bed and opened her legs.

“Come and kneel on the bed, young lady.” She stared at Gabrielle through her piercing green eyes.

“Why Miss?” The young lady asked.

“Because I’m going to conclude your punishment. You will not talk like that again. Is that understood?” The muscular PE Mistress answered.

Gabrielle Wilson slowly moved forward and placed her hands, then her knees on the bed in front of her. Leonie MacKintosh placed her hands on the younger girl’s shoulders and forced her down into the crotch of her jeans.

“Just relax Gabby. It’ll soon be dealt with.” She said reassuringly.

Out of Gabrielle’s sight, Charlotte had stepped into Leonie’s eight-inch strap-on and was expertly placing a condom on it. Once satisfied, she looked to her girlfriend, who nodded to her. The older lady moved forward and placed her large hands on Gabrielle Wilson’s hips, brushing the strap-on against the girl’s bottom.

“Just relax sweetie and then this will be dealt with.” Leonie tightened her hold on Gabrielle’s shoulders. She nodded once more to Charlotte.

The older lady took the large, black strap-on in her right hand and gently manoeuvred it into position in Gabrielle Wilson’s pussy. She was wet and obviously aroused, and Leonie’s girlfriend gently moved it backwards and forwards, varying how far she thrust it. The younger woman began to gasp, and moan and it wasn’t long before she came to orgasm, Leonie MacKintosh pushing her face further down into her jeans and holding her in position until her older girlfriend was finished and was satisfied.

Charlotte removed the strap-on from Gabby’s bottom and collapsed on the double bed beside Leonie, who stroked Gabrielle’s long dark hair. She gave the girl a while to recover before inviting her to lie down in between the two older ladies. She cuddled the seventeen-year-old who snuggled into her t shirt. They lay there in silence listening to the noise coming from Rebecca’s bedroom next door.

Rebecca Mulligan was surprisingly very wet, and it was just as well as it allowed her to accommodate Peter Mitchell’s large cock without too much discomfort. The young man knew what he was doing and slowly moved back and forth inside the older woman. Rebecca let out quiet, satisfied gasps, which became more frequent as she came to orgasm. Joanne’s boyfriend brought her to orgasm three times before he shot his load into the condom. They collapsed into the pillows on the bed and Joanne watched them.

After a while, Peter got up and went to the bathroom to remove the condom and to clean himself up. While he was gone, Joanne rolled over close to Miss Mulligan and began kissing her hard on the mouth, her tongue touching every part of Rebecca’s warm mouth. She moved on to kissing the older woman’s small breasts, licking, sucking and kissing the erect nipples that made her friend moan with pleasure. At the same time, Becky touched Joanne between the legs and masturbated her until she came to orgasm loudly.

On Peter’s return, he re-took his position in the centre of the bed and Miss Mulligan sat up, resting on her left arm and watched as the young couple kissed and touched one another. Becky Mulligan smiled as she saw Peter Mitchell ‘s penis become erect once again and soon he was on top of his girlfriend pounding away with enthusiasm. Rebecca rolled over and laid on her back as the young couple kissed and touched one another gently. After a short while Joanne screamed with pleasure and on her second orgasm, Peter climaxed too.

They all lay, breathless, on Rebecca Mulligan’s bed and it was Joanne who made the first move to get dressed.

“Think we had better go and see how Gabrielle’s feeling.” She laughed as she pulled on her socks.

Shortly afterwards, they joined Charlotte, Leonie and her younger sister in the living room. The usually talkative Gabby was sitting there in silence and watching Leonie and Charlotte drink glasses of water.

“Everything dealt with, Leonie?” Joanne Wilson stared at her sister before going over and sitting next to her.

“Oh, I think that this little Madam knows that it is wrong to show attitude to people.” Miss MacKintosh emptied her glass and smiled at Rebecca Mulligan who stood in the doorway.

“Shagged out Becky?” Miss MacKintosh laughed loudly and got to her feet.

“Very funny. Ready to head off out for lunch?” Miss Mulligan said, aware that her face had gone red with embarrassment.

“Definitely.” Joanne replied and began to sort her things out.

The group headed into the city and spent three hours having lunch and then drinks before they said their farewells and headed home. Joanne and Gabrielle arrived home to find everyone at home and an improved atmosphere. That Christmas was going to be a good one. Pete was coming over on Christmas Eve and would be staying the full two days. Joanne had the best Christmas present ever. Her twin brother and sister had been put back in their rightful place and her mum was happy. That year had been a great one for the ex-Head Girl and she smiled. 2019 would be even better – so much to look forward to.

Merry Christmas everyone – seasons beatings!