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Debbie and Jackie
(Miranda Birch)

"Now, Mr. Appleyard," said Jackie with a smirk, "we come to the question of your punishment." 



John's scalp tingled all over. Surely they couldn't really mean it? He thought they had surely punished him enough already, what with last night's beating and this morning's various humiliations. 



"We have decided," went on Jackie, "that you're going to get a sound caning for your disgusting antics." 



"Oh, you can't really mean it," said John extending imploring hands. "I mean... I mean... it's physical assault!" 



"It is, isn't it?" agreed Debbie, smiling hugely. "But then you, as a perv, enjoy that sort of thing. Not really a punishment, really, is it? You could say we are only obliging you in yet another of your perversions." 



"But I'm not really like that," protested John in a high-pitched voice. "Oh... oh... please ladies... don't go on like this... please, please we were colleagues once." 



"You were the boss, we were down-trodden assistants," said Jackie. "Now we're on top and you're going to pay the penalty. Show him the canes we're going to use, Debbie." 



Debbie picked up two slim canes from the side of the sofa, each with a hooked handle. 



"School canes," she smiled, swishing one through the air, "nothing too serious. Best I could pick up in town this morning. And they do go with the uniforms, I think!" 



"For God's sake, no... you can't... you mustn't! I... I'm a grown man... this... this... is totally absurd..." John cried out. He was beginning to quake with fear. It seemed as if they really did mean it. Dear God. Cold sweat prickled under his armpits and on his brow. 



"It depends where you're standing -- or kneeling, I should say. To us, it doesn't seem absurd at all, it seems only common justice. Someone has got to cure you of your nasty ways. Otherwise, how many more women are going to be terrorised? Jackie was smiling, but it was a menacing smile. "Can't we come to some arrangement?" asked John desperately. "I mean... I'll pay you. Anything you want. Just let me off." Both girls laughed uproariously. "Anything we want!" said Debbie scornfully. "That won't amount to much on a librarian's salary." "I've got savings!" It was almost a screech. "You can stick your savings up your arse, you creepy old wanker," said Jackie crudely. "We are not after money, we are after revenge!" 



John felt near to tears; he was trembling. 



"On your feet," ordered Debbie. 



John stood up unsteadily. It was all like a hideous dream: totally unreal. But it was really happening! 



"Follow me," ordered Jackie. "Keep close behind Debbie -- and Debs, if he starts any tricks, lay that cane hard across him." 



"Sure!" said Debbie happily. She had never caned a man before. But she was looking forward to thrashing the arse off of this lecherous old bastard John Appleyard! 



Jackie unlocked the cellar door and, in Indian file, they descended the stone steps. For a few moments, John once again considered flight but again could see the futility of it. For want of something better, he clung to the belief that these two cunning little vixens were bluffing... just trying to scare him. It would soon be over, surely. Surely soon they would let him go? 



They entered the cell-like room where he had been so uncomfortably confined the previous night. 



"Get those knickers off, and kneel at the end of the bunk," ordered Jackie. 



"N-no... no... you're not really going to do it, are you? You've scared me enough, isn't that sufficient?" 



"Not by a long chalk," said Debbie. "Kneel!"