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Gabrielle Wilson had waited quietly and patiently for the opportunity to get revenge on her older sister Joanne. That weekend before Christmas had been humiliating for the seventeen-year-old. Not only had she been spanked on her bare bottom with her older sister’s hand and clothes brush, the following day she had been made to apologise to Miss Mulligan, who she had upset at school and then had been punished further by her PE Mistress, Miss MacKintosh. The fact that Leonie MacKintosh had held her down as her girlfriend Charlotte had placed a strap-on up Gabrielle’s bottom and completed the punishment as roughly as possible, had made the St. Katherine’s sixth form student determined to teach her older sister a lesson.

The time had come.

The young lady stood in the hallway and listened to what was going on behind the closed living room door. Gabrielle Wilson found herself smiling as she could hear her older sister giggling and moaning with pleasure. That pleasure would be short-lived.

“Dirty cow.” Gabrielle thought to herself and pushed her ear closer to the door.

Behind the door, twenty-one-year-old Joanne Wilson was sitting naked on the sofa, kissing her friend, and ex-Form Mistress, Miss Rebecca Mulligan. The women had been there for over an hour and had stripped off gradually as they became more aroused. Joanne Wilson had wasted no time at all in unbuttoning Rebecca’s black satin blouse and unfastening her bra in order to begin sucking and licking on her older friend’s small breasts. She had then slipped her right hand into Rebecca’s knickers and used her fingers to bring the older woman to orgasm.

Miss Mulligan had returned the favour by kissing her younger friend hard on the mouth, using her tongue to explore every inch of Joanne’s mouth, her hands wandering up and down the red-haired woman’s body. The ex-Head Girl had quickly stripped naked and lay back on the sofa, allowing Rebecca to kiss her breasts before the young music teacher used her tongue to pleasure Joanne who gasped before letting out a series of loud moans, holding Rebecca between her legs until she came.

These loud moans and groans had alerted Gabrielle to what was going on downstairs. She knew that this was her chance for revenge. Her parents were away for that final weekend of the Christmas holidays. Her twin brother Nicholas wasn’t going to be back until later that evening as he was out with Joanne’s boyfriend watching the football. Her usually careful sister would be caught red-handed, and this would give Gabrielle the chance to give her an ultimatum – be punished, or she would tell her parents what had been going on during their absence. That coming Monday, the first day back at school, she would also tell Ms. Storey, the acting Head Mistress at school about what the Head of Music had been up to, leading to her probably being asked to leave the school.

Gabrielle Wilson’s smile grew wider across her face as she placed her right hand on the door handle. She moved it gently and pushed the door open slowly. She opened it just wide enough to squeeze her slender body through the gap and stood looking down on the two ladies kissing and touching each other on the sofa. The seventeen-year-old stood there for a moment watching them before clearing her throat loudly. Joanne and Rebecca took a moment before realising that they had been caught out.

“For fuck’s sake, Gabby!” Joanne Wilson spat out in shock.

Her younger sister stood, towering over them, her arms were folded across her ample chest, and the smile grew wider across her face. She remained silent.

“How long have you been there?” Joanne removed her hand from between Rebecca’s legs and got to her feet, reaching for her clothes that had been scattered across the floor.

“Long enough.” Gabby laughed.

Rebecca got to her feet and reached for her white knickers which she stepped into and pulled up before bending down to retrieve her black satin blouse from the floor, frantically trying to fasten the buttons. Her cheeks were bright red from their exertions but also from embarrassment.

“Oh, don’t worry about that Miss. I don’t mind you shagging my sister.” Gabrielle Wilson remarked coldly.

“Shut up you little cow.” Joanne replaced her jumper and stared at her. She was absolutely fuming at being caught by her vindictive younger sister.

“Oh, I really thought that it would have taken a lot longer for me to get revenge on you, Jo.” Gabrielle Wilson looked at Rebecca who was frantically trying to get dressed.

“Revenge? What the hell do you mean?” Joanne Wilson raised her voice unintentionally, almost yelling at the younger woman, who stood about six feet away from her.

The seventeen-year-old paused for a moment before thinking about how to reply to her sister. She had her exactly where she wanted her. Gabrielle knew that she had the upper hand for once and sensed that her usually perfect older sister knew that too. She ran her right hand through her long, brown hair, neatly placing it out of the way of her eyes.

“Well, last week you spanked me for being rude to Bex here at school.” Gabrielle Wilson smiled a sickly little smile as she looked down at Miss Mulligan who was sitting on the sofa, looking up at the two sisters.

“You then took me to Bex’s house and allowed those dirty lesbians to fuck me with their strap on.” She continued.

“You deserved it.” Joanne Wilson replied calmly.

“Did I?” Joanne’s sister looked down at Rebecca, who sat there in silence watching events unfold, inside thinking how much she would have liked to slap Gabrielle for calling her Bex – a name she really hated.

“You act like such a bitch and need to be taught some manners.” Joanne Wilson shook her head and sat down on the sofa next to Miss Mulligan.

“Still. You had no right to take me to Bex and then allow Leonie and Charlotte to do those kind of things to me.” She began feeling hot and unzipped her white tracksuit jacket before continuing.

“I’m sure my mum and dad would be delighted to hear all about it, Joanne.” The seventeen-year-old then turned her attention to Rebecca.

“And you, Miss.” She placed the emphasis on the “Miss,” which made the Head of Music open her mouth in disbelief.

“I’m sure that Ms. Storey would be delighted to hear about what you got up to before Christmas when we go back to school next Monday.”

“You bloody wouldn’t!” Joanne snapped and jumped to her feet, right hand ready to slap her sister hard across her smug little face.

Gabrielle took a step backwards, unsure whether her older sister would actually hit her, before she laughed once more and continued.

“Oh, I will.” She placed her hands on her hips and unintentionally stuck her chest out, her perfectly formed size 34DD breasts straining under her tight red t-shirt.

“I’ll quite enjoy watching Storey sack Bex here and listening to what mum will do to your arse.” Gabrielle licked her lips and watched as the two defeated women stared at one another.

It was the extremely quiet Rebecca who spoke next.

“Gabby. Please don’t do that sweetie.” She stood up and moved over to stand next to Joanne, who was breathing heavily.

“What do we need to do to make things up to you?” Rebecca Mulligan looked down at the floor and then at Gabrielle Wilson, smiling apologetically at the younger woman.

“What the fuck?” Joanne hissed, before having her left hand taken and squeezed tightly by the diminutive Miss Mulligan.

“No. Joanne. We’ve upset Gabrielle and its only right that we do something so that she knows that we’re very sorry.” She continued staring at Gabrielle, who nodded.

“No way, Becky.” Joanne shook her head and winced as Rebecca Mulligan’s grip on her left wrist tightened even more.

“So, what can we do to make things right, Gabrielle?” Miss Mulligan said softly and waited for the reply.

Gabrielle Wilson looked at Joanne and then at Rebecca, who was smiling at her. The young woman stood and thought for a second before continuing.

“Well, I want Bex, here, to help me become Head Girl in May.” She paused.

“No problem. I’ll get all the staff that I know to recommend you to Ms. Storey, lovely and then some of my Form class to pressurise the other sixth formers to vote for you.” She smiled.

“Well, that’s good.” Gabrielle felt herself getting turned on.

“Also, I’m going to punish both of you, like I was punished.” She looked down at her red t-shirt and could see her erect nipples showing.

“No way!” Joanne snapped,

“Then I’m going to tell everyone about Christmas then.” Gabrielle Wilson smiled and turned towards the living room door.

“No. Wait.” Miss Mulligan let go of Joanne’s hand and moved across to Gabby, touching her on her right arm.

“We’ll let you punish us; just don’t tell anyone,” Rebecca said in desperation.

The seventeen-year-old turned around and stared at her music teacher. She could see why her sister loved her so much. Such a lovely person. So attractive in a strange way. Rebecca was quiet, considerate and kind. At school, all her students liked her, and she never had to use corporal punishment, or the threat of it, to keep her classes in line unlike other members of staff at St. Katherine’s School. Gabrielle Wilson was going to enjoy this. She would be relatively gentle with Miss Mulligan, but her older sister was really going to feel her displeasure.

“Are you sure?” She asked quietly.

The two women took a moment to reply.

“Yes, Gabby. I’ll let you punish me and speak for you at school as long as you don’t tell Ms. Storey about what happened at my house.” Rebecca said, looking over at Joanne.

“And you, Sis.” Gabby laughed unintentionally. Joanne scowled.

“Whatever.” She exhaled deeply

“Well, if that’s all agreed then I think we ought to begin, don’t you?” The young woman moved away from the door and into the centre of the large living room.

“Besides. We don’t want to be interrupted if mum and dad arrive home unexpectedly, do we?” She laughed.

“Fuck off, Gabrielle.” Joanne cursed.

“Oh, Joanne, I know how much you love giving out spankings to everyone, so it’ll be nice for you to be on the receiving end for a change, won’t it?” Gabrielle could feel herself becoming wet between her legs.

“I want you to go to your bedroom and do two things, Sis.” She said in a no-nonsense tone of voice.

Joanne sighed heavily.

“What?” The twenty-one-year-old law student asked.

“First, I need you to bring your hockey bag with all your implements and canes down here.” She smiled, staring at Rebecca, who had returned to sitting on the leather sofa.

“Second, seen as you’re still a naughty little schoolgirl at heart, I need you to dress in your old school uniform for your spanking.” Gabby was really enjoying this now.

Joanne Wilson did not say a word. She simply turned and headed up the stairs to her bedroom. Back in the living room, Gabrielle and Rebecca watched each other in silence. The seventeen-year-old thought about how she was going to punish the two ladies, about how funny it would be to punish her older sister while she was wearing her school uniform, which would obviously be too tight for her after three years of hanging in her wardrobe and also about how alluring the lovely Miss Mulligan was. She would get off relatively lightly compared to what was coming Joanne’s way.

Rebecca, on the other hand, was thinking about Joanne. She wondered if this would mark the end of their sex sessions which she had enjoyed over the last couple of years. As she looked up at Gabrielle, she wondered if the young lady would be harder than her older sister when it came to punishment, even if Joanne’s spankings and canings had hurt when they had been administered across her bare bottom. Despite all this, she was aware that she was aroused and tried to close her legs, aware that she was moist. All she wanted to do was use her fingers to pleasure herself, or better still, have Joanne do it for her.

Ten minutes later, Joanne re-appeared. She was carrying the Slazenger hockey bag in which she kept her extensive collection of implements and was wearing her old, St. Katherine’s School uniform. Gabrielle smiled as she thought to herself that her sister still looked amazing in it. Admittedly, her blue, long-sleeved blouse was a bit tight in places, but she was smart in her tie and short black skirt. Gabby was going to enjoy placing her older sister over her lap and spanking her hard, just as Joanne had done just over a week before.

“Let’s have all your implements placed on the coffee table and then we can decide which ones I’ll use on both of your bottoms.” The seventeen-year-old laughed.

Joanne looked over at Rebecca before unzipping her bag and laying out her implements, one after the other on the coffee table. She shook it to ensure that nothing was left in the long bag before placing it on the floor in the far corner of the living room. The twenty-one-year-old said nothing, instead, watching her younger sister, who was busy studying the collection of wooden and leather implements in front of her. Gabrielle Wilson made a show of picking up each one and studying it closely before replacing them on the table. She turned around to face Joanne and Rebecca, the smile growing wider across her face as she formulated her plan in her mind.

“Right, this is what is going to happen.” She said confidently, walking over to where her sister and Music teacher stood.

“I’m going to spank you on your bare bottoms for your behaviour and, because you used the clothes brush on me Jo, then you will each receive twelve hard smacks with it on your bottom.” She walked over to the table and picked up the ebony-backed clothes brush with her right hand.

Gabrielle studied the impressive collection of implements once more before turning back to face Joanne and Rebecca.

“Plus, seen as you have been doing dirty things, and like to allow others to do dirty things to me, then you, Joanne, will get the cane.” Gabrielle walked over to the sofa and sat down in the middle, placing the clothes brush on the arm of the chair.

“Which cane is the most severe, Jo?” Gabrielle Wilson asked, feeling the juices flowing between her legs.

“The black handled reformatory one.” Her older sister replied emotionless.

“Then go and fetch it and place it on the floor next to the sofa. You’re getting twenty-four strokes with it, Madam.” Gabrielle shifted her attention to Rebecca, who had been standing there in silence, conscious that her bra was still on the floor.

Gabrielle noticed this and smiled.

“Oh Miss, don’t worry about your bra; you can both strip completely, just like she did to me.” Gabrielle flicked her long dark hair behind her ears before continuing.

“You can both undress totally and place your clothes on the chair over there.” She instructed pointing with her left hand.

Joanne placed the cane on the floor as she had been instructed and then walked over to the chair opposite the sofa. The twenty-one-year-old law student looked at Rebecca and tried to reassure her with a smile. The two ladies removed their clothes, Rebecca unbuttoning her black, long-sleeved satin blouse and placed it neatly on the arm of the chair, before unfastening her white bra once more and placing it on top of the pile. She unzipped her dark grey skirt and folded it neatly, covering her naked breasts with her small hands.

Joanne Wilson picked up her beige woollen jumper and jeans from the floor and placed them neatly on the chair, next to Rebecca’s clothes before unfastening her skirt and removing it, folding it and placing it on the pile of clothes. She undid her school tie and placed it on top of her skirt, before unbuttoning her blouse and gently placing it on the top of the pile. Her bra and knickers were still on the floor next to where her sister was sitting, and she stood there, large breasts standing out before her, nipples erect and her vagina, with a small clump of neatly trimmed public hair proudly on show.

Gabrielle Wilson thought to herself for a moment about what she was going to do. Almost certainly, Joanne was going to get a beating on the same level as her sister had given to her just over a week before. Rebecca, on the other hand, hadn’t really treated her badly so would be given a spanking and a dose of the brush, and then they would be even. She looked up at Rebecca Mulligan and smiled. She sat back on the sofa and spread her arms out on the cushions.

“Come here Rebecca and place yourself over my knee.” She took a deep breath and watched as Miss Mulligan did as instructed.

Rebecca Mulligan lowered herself carefully over the knees of the seventeen-year-old and moved around until she was as comfortable as possible. Almost immediately, she felt Joanne’s sister place her right hand on her small bottom. It was quite cold, and this made her squirm.

“Now, Miss this is what we are going to do.” Gabrielle began rubbing her small right hand in small circles over the two small globe-like buttocks in front of her.

“I’m going to give you a hand spanking and then you will be given a dozen hard smacks with the clothes brush.” The younger Wilson sister paused and looked down at her music teacher, lying there vulnerable, across her strong lap.

“If you make a fuss, I will start all over again, and then I will give you a dose of each of Joanne’s implements. Is that clear Becky?” She watched as the twenty-eight-year-old slowly moved her head to face her.

“Yes, Gabrielle. Thank you, Gabrielle.” Rebecca replied softly, grabbing for a cushion to bury her face into.

“One final thing, Becky. When I give you the spanking with the clothes brush, I want you to thank me for each smack, and I want you to say Thank you, Mum. Is that understood?” She laughed.

Rebecca turned around once again to look at her. She had a confused look on her face.

“Well, I got my bottom smacked by my mum for being naughty, so I think you should do exactly the same as I had to do.” Gabrielle stroked Rebecca’s shoulder-length light brown hair with her left hand, all the time continuing to rub the woman’s bottom with her right hand.

Rebecca Mulligan stared at the seventeen-year-old and decided just to play along with her demands. Besides, she thought, a hand spanking, then twelve strokes with the brush, wouldn’t be as bad as it could have been.

“Yes, Gabby.”

Gabrielle Wilson stopped stroking the older woman’s hair and switched her concentration to Miss Mulligan’s bottom, that was lying at her mercy. She lifted her hand from the small buttocks and raised it in the air. She paused before bringing her hard-right hand down, landing with a loud “smack!” in the centre of Rebecca’s bottom.

The Head of Music reacted by gripping the cushion as tight as she could and burying her head deeper into it. Gabby smiled as she saw this and at the red hand print left by her right hand in the dead centre of the lovely bottom in front of her.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” The young lady put all her strength and effort into hitting the right-hand side of Miss Mulligan’s bottom as hard as she physically could.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” The dose was repeated on Rebecca’s left buttock.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Rebecca’s right thigh got the treatment.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Then the same for her left thigh.

This unexpected assault on her delicate thighs, made Rebecca Mulligan kick her right foot up. Gabrielle simply waited for her to calm herself and gently pushed the foot back down towards the floor.

“Behave yourself Miss, or we will have to start over, and then I’ll have to use all of Joanne’s implements across your lovely bottom, won’t I?” She said gently.

Rebecca Mulligan took a moment to calm herself and, desperate to avoid further punishment from the hard-handed sixth former, thought carefully about her reply as to appease her.

“No, Gabrielle. I’m sorry. It’s just that it hurts so much.” She said sniffing.

Joanne’s sister smiled and looked across at her sister, who was stood facing her, absolutely naked, not saying a word. Gabrielle Wilson knew her well enough to know that inside she was swearing and cursing for as much as she was worth at seeing her best friend being spanked by her little sister. The St. Katherine’s sixth former turned her attention back to the rapidly reddening bottom in front of her as she raised her right hand in the air once more before resuming her onslaught.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Gabby laid out a rapid-fire spanking, covering every inch of Miss Mulligan’s small bottom. The younger woman could tell that the Music teacher was sobbing and also could feel that she was wet – the moisture from Rebecca had left a damp patch on her white tracksuit bottoms. The young disciplinarian looked up at her sister and moved her right hand between Rebecca’s legs, gently touching her pussy and her public hair.

Rebecca moaned quietly with satisfaction, and Gabrielle smiled, continuing to rub the older woman’s clit for a few moments, before she stopped abruptly and resumed the spanking with even greater intensity than before.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The twenty-eight-year-old teacher pushed her head further into the cushion as the continued onslaught lit a real fire all over her bottom.

“You, dirty, dirty, dirty girl!” Gabrielle yelled as she spanked for all she was worth.

Gabrielle paused for a moment as she felt Miss Mulligan push her crotch deep into her disciplinarian’s knees. This made the younger woman smile, and she took her right hand and felt between the twenty-eight-year-old’s legs. She was extremely turned on, and Gabby soon found herself rubbing Miss Mulligan’s private parts. She had to admit to herself that she was enjoying watching Rebecca getting off on the punishment. She spent some time massaging and probing with her fingers, looking up at her angry sister, as Rebecca’s breathing became heavier.

Gabrielle turned her attention back to the punishment, and after a further five minutes, the seventeen-year-old stopped and placed both hands on Rebecca Mulligan’s lower back. Both of them were breathing heavily and were sweating from their exertions. After a pause, the younger woman reached over and picked up the clothes brush from the chair arm. She tapped it gently against the red hot bottom, lying there in front of her.

“Right, Miss. Just twelve with the brush and then Mum will forgive you, is that understood?” She laughed as she acted out exactly how her spankings went when her mum, Katherine, punished her.

“Yes, Gabby.” Rebecca sniffled and returned her face to the cushion.

Out of Rebecca’s sight, Gabrielle Wilson resumed tapping the hard, wooden clothes brush against Miss Mulligan’s buttocks. Once satisfied, the extremely turned on seventeen-year-old, raised the implement in the air and brought it down a second later, landing with a painful “thump!” on Rebecca Mulligan’s already sore right buttock.

Rebecca squirmed and struggled as the pain registered in her brain, but a moment later, she replied.

“One. Thank you, Mum.” Quickly returning her face to the cushion.

“Thump!”

“Two. Thank you, Mum.” Came the muffled reply.

“Thump!”

“Three. Thank you, Mum.” Rebecca was crying uncontrollably.

“Thump!”

“Four. Thank you, Mum.” Miss Mulligan replied, wiping her nose that was streaming, with the back of her right hand.

“Thump!”

“Five. Thank you, Mum.” Miss Mulligan pushed herself deep into Gabby’s lap.

“Thump!”

“Six. Thank you, Mum.” Becky Mulligan cried.

Gabrielle Wilson was really enjoying herself and paused for a moment. She closely inspected her teacher’s bottom for a moment. It was extremely red and was giving out an amazing amount of heat. The young lady smiled as she could see her hand prints on the older woman’s thighs. The Sixth Former nodded and returned her focus to concluding the punishment. She picked up the nasty, ebony-backed brush and decided to give Miss Mulligan’s thighs another loving visit.

“Seven. Thank you, Mum.” Miss Mulligan sniffed

“Eight. Thank you, Mum.” A muffled reply.

“Nine. Thank you, Mum.” Her right leg kicked up before she returned it to the floor.

“Ten. Thank you, Mum.” Rebecca wiped the tears from her eyes with her right hand.

Joanne’s younger sister decided to finish the punishment in the way that she knew her sister always did – by hitting as hard as possible and in the most awkward places as possible in order to leave the person with a reminder for days to come. Gabby placed the brush on the crease between Rebecca’s right buttock and thigh and once satisfied, brought it crashing down, putting as much force as possible into the stroke and pushing the brush into Rebecca’s thigh.

“Eleven. Thank you, Mum.” Rebecca screamed.

A repeat of stroke eleven, only this time on Miss Mulligan’s left thigh.

“Twelve. Thank you, Mum.” Rebecca Mulligan exhaled deeply and collapsed back into the cushion that was damp from her tears.

The sixth former placed the brush back on the arm of the sofa and looked up at her sister, who had watched the whole punishment in silence. No emotion on her face at all. The younger Wilson girl gently stroked and massaged Miss Mulligan’s red and burning buttocks and waited for the older lady to calm herself. This took about ten minutes, during which time Gabby had stroked her Music teacher’s hair, stroked her naked back, massaged her sore bottom and touched her between her legs, much to Joanne’s visible annoyance.

“Right Miss, you can go and get dressed. Then stand where Joanne is, and you can watch her punishment.”

Slowly, Rebecca struggled to her feet and stared first at Gabrielle and then over to Joanne. She walked over to the chair where her clothes were and replaced her white knickers and bra, her black blouse which she buttoned up before finally slipping on her skirt, zipping it up and then neatly tucking her blouse into it. Miss Mulligan turned to face Gabrielle, rubbing her bottom which was sore and hot.

“Now you, bitch. Come here and get over my knee.” Gabrielle Wilson snapped at her older sister.

Joanne walked quickly and calmly over to Gabrielle and stood to her right-hand side, not looking at her sister, but at Miss Mulligan instead.

“Over my knee and not a word you dirty slut.” The young lady sat back and stared at her older sister who carefully positioned herself over Gabby’s knees.

Unlike the punishment that she had administered to Becky, Gabrielle Wilson was determined to show her older sister absolutely no sympathy or mercy. Once Joanne had settled herself and had stopped squirming about, her younger sister raised her right hand high in the air and brought it crashing down as hard as possible across Joanne Wilson’s cold bottom. The assault would be prolonged and would show the twenty-one-year-old that Gabby was very much a strict disciplinarian like she was.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Joanne lay there motionless as her sister frantically spanked her bottom as hard as she possibly could.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Joanne Wilson’s right buttock got some attention.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Her left bum cheek did not miss out on the fun.

Again, Gabrielle’s older sister remained silent, not even using the cushions to stop her yelling or crying.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Gabby frantically worked away at Joanne’s right thigh.

Over the next twenty minutes or so, Gabrielle spanked slow and hard, covering every part of her older sister’s sizeable bottom. She deliberately caught her in the creases between buttock and thigh as well as slapping her low down across the backs of her legs. Joanne’s usually pale skin was a blushing red and pink colour, but still, the older girl had not broken.

“Fuck!” Gabrielle swore to herself.

When Joanne, or her mother, for that matter had spanked her, she would have been crying and sobbing by now. Her sister, on the other hand, was lying quite content over her lap, looking at Rebecca, who was standing there watching what was going on, and not making a sound at all. Gabby Wilson reached over and picked the ebony-backed brush from the arm of the sofa and immediately brought it down hard, across her older sister’s already bruised right buttock.

“Thump!” Still no reaction.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” Four quick-fire swipes with the nasty wooden brush, but still not much of a reaction from the older woman.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” Half a dozen smacks alternately landed on her left and then her right, bum cheeks. Still not much of a reaction.

Gabrielle Wilson was becoming annoyed. She admitted to herself that had the roles been reversed; then she would have been squirming and crying. She would have to really go to town on her sister.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” Gabby Wilson wrapped out a quick-fire beating across Joanne’s right thigh.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” The punishment was repeated on her sister’s left thigh.

This had the desired effect. Joanne pushed her face down into the cushion and began to struggle and squirm. Gabrielle placed her left arm under her sister’s bare stomach and pulled her towards her, holding her against her red t-shirt, which, by this time, was soaked in sweat. Once she was happy with her hold on her sister, she resumed her punishment.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

The younger lady used all her strength to hold her well-built sister in place. Despite her squirms and throwing up her legs to try and avoid the nasty brush, it was no good, and the brush landed at regular intervals. Joanne’s Wilson’s bottom was a mixture of pinks, and bright reds and her thighs had started to bruise. The seventeen-year-old disciplinarian stopped after about twenty minutes and threw the brush on the floor.

“Get up and bend over the sofa,” Gabrielle instructed in a calm tone of voice.

She waited as her red-haired sister released her grip on the cushion and carefully got to her feet. She reached for her bottom and rubbed it in a vain attempt to stop the pain and to try and cool the burning heat emanating from it. Gabrielle Wilson looked down and smiled as she noticed the damp patch that had appeared at her crotch from having Rebecca and Joanne across her lap. She looked up at her sister and smiled at her.

“Right, you, dirty little cow, you’re going to get the cane from me and like Miss over there, you’re going to count and then thank me for each stroke. Do you understand?” She got to her feet and towered over her sister by a good six inches.

Joanne simply bent forward, placed her knees on the leather cushions and her hands on the back of the sofa and stared at the marigold-painted wall. Her sister bent down and picked up the thick reformatory cane, swishing it through the air a couple of times for effect before measuring it out carefully across her sister’s sizeable bottom. Again, not a word before that first stroke was sent whistling through the air, landing a second later across the centre of Joanne’s already sore bottom.

“Thwack!”

“One. Thank you, Mum.” Joanne announced calmly.

“Thwack!”

“Two. Thank you, Mum!” The older Wilson girl said softly.

“Thwack!”

“Three. Thank you, Mum!” Joanne said in a sarcastic tone.

Gabrielle disliked that and decided to teach her sister a painful lesson, whipping out three quick strokes which landed within millimetres of each other across the centre of the older woman’s bottom.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

“Four. Five. Six. Thank you, Mum.” Joanne Wilson tried to stop herself from laughing.

“Thwack!”

“Seven. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Eight. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Nine. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Ten. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Eleven. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Twelve. Thank you, Mum!”

Gabby paused and leaned closer to her sister’s exposed bottom. She ran her left hand gently over the neat set of red lines that had started to appear across Joanne’s fleshy buttocks. The seventeen-year-old touched every inch of the scorching hot bottom, listening to her sister breathing heavily. Gabrielle looked across at Rebecca, who was biting her fingernails and looking uncomfortable, before resuming her position at her sister’s left-hand side. She positioned the cane in the crease between buttock and thigh and resumed her onslaught.

“Thwack!”

“Thirteen. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Fourteen. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Fifteen. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Sixteen. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Seventeen. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Eighteen. Thank you, Mum!” Joanne squirmed and buried her head in her arms.

Gabrielle Wilson paused and smiled as she admired the redness that was apparent in her older sister’s right thigh and lower buttock. She could see that Joanne was sniffing and snivelling and tears had started to roll down her cheeks. The young disciplinarian altered her position and lined the cane up against her sister’s left buttock and thigh.

“Thwack!”

“Nineteen. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Twenty. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Twenty-one. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Twenty-two. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Twenty-three. Thank you, Mum!”

“Thwack!”

“Twenty-four. Thank you, Mum!” Joanne looked at Gabrielle who stood admiring the sore and red bottom in front of her.

Eventually, she dropped the cane on the floor and allowed her sister to stand up. Joanne walked over to where Rebecca was and rubbed her tear-filled eyes with her right hand.

“Get dressed and then get to bed, Joanne!” Gabrielle snapped and watched as her older sister moved to where her underwear was.

She reached across for her bra and knickers that were on the floor, carefully stepping into her underwear and fastening her bra. Joanne Wilson picked up her light blue blouse from the chair and buttoned it up, leaving the top three buttons undone. Finally, she stepped into her skirt and zipped it up. Joanne looked at Rebecca and then at her younger sister. She wanted to give her a mouthful of abuse but decided against it. She walked slowly out of the living room and then up the stairs to her bedroom. Once she had entered her room, she closed the door quietly behind her and lay on her stomach on top of her bed.

Back in the living room, Gabrielle smiled at Rebecca. She picked up the implements and placed them back in Joanne’s hockey bag.

“So, Miss. You know what you have to do after Easter, don’t you?” The seventeen-year-old asked with a smile on her face.

Rebecca Mulligan nodded and placed her hands on her bottom. She could feel the heat searing through her skirt.

“Yes. Gabrielle. I’ll get all the staff I know to nominate you to be the Head Girl next year.” The twenty-eight-year-old teacher forced a smile.

“Good girl. You may get your things and go home.” Gabby smiled her sweetest smile and watched as Rebecca began gathering up her belongings.

As Rebecca Mulligan walked to the front door, Gabrielle touched her arm, and she stopped and turned around. She looked up at the tall seventeen-year-old who smiled at her.

“I’m sorry that I had to do that to you Miss, but I hope you understand why I had to do it.” She reached out for Rebecca’s left hand.

Rebecca Mulligan took the younger woman’s right hand in her left and smiled an awkward smile. Her bottom was still hot and throbbing from her spanking.

“I do understand, and I’m sorry Gabby.” Rebecca unintentionally pulled Gabrielle Wilson close to her.

“I love you really Miss.” Gabrielle took the chance to kiss the older woman softly on her lips and then placed her arms around her, holding her close.

They remained like that for a few moments, before Gabby moved away and let Rebecca go. She opened the front door and the tall seventeen-year-old watched as she got in her car and eventually drove off. Gabrielle Wilson sighed heavily and closed the door, standing in the hallway for a while thinking about Rebecca. She now understood why her older sister liked her so much and also admitted that she really liked Miss Mulligan too. Maybe she would have to see if she could get herself invited to her home once again, only this time for a pleasurable experience. She smiled and climbed the stairs, walking into her bedroom and closing the door behind her. She immediately walked over to her drawers and searched for her vibrator.

Two months later, Gabrielle Wilson was announced as the new Head Girl at St. Katherine’s School. Her friend Sophie would be her Deputy. The seventeen-year-old would make sure that she was as no-nonsense as her older sister had been when she had held the post at the school. As she sat and studied the leather paddle that the Head of Sixth Form, Mrs. Dudley, had presented to her in front of the rest of the Sixth Form, Gabrielle was already thinking about which implements she would be bringing from Joanne’s impressive collection – as well as those members of her year group who would be the first to meet the new Head Girl.