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with relief at my narrow escape, but guilty too as the whole thing had been my suggestion and Pippa was looking extremely sorry for herself as she got up.
    ‘You can touch your toes,’ Jemima said as her sister stepped out into the middle of the floor, ‘and keep your feet apart. I want to see pussy.’
    Pippa was so slim that she was going to be showing everything anyway, and I knew that Jemima was only doing it to torment her sister and show off to me and AJ. It certainly worked, because Pippa’s mouth was working in furious consternation as she took her position, holding her ankles with her feet braced well apart and her bottom lifted for punishment. Jemima was giggling as she came close, and her face was full of mischief and wanton delight as she took hold of the hem of her sister’s skirt.
    I could see the emotion on Pippa’s face as her skirt was lifted on to her back, exposing the bright yellow bikini bottoms beneath. They barely covered her, the bending position ensuring that most of her tight little cheeks was already on show, spilling out either side of the canary-coloured material, while the gusset was pulled tight over her pussy to show the outlines of her sex lips and the groove between. She’d also made the mistake of choosing a bikini that fastened with a bow at either hip.
    Jemima didn’t even have to pull her sister’s pants down, but simply took hold of both bows, waited a moment so that Pippa could appreciate what was about to happen to her, and pulled. The bikini came loose and fell away, landing on the floor between Pippa’s feet to leave her bottom completely bare, her smooth pink pussy on open show between her thighs and the tiny pale star of her anus winking sullenly in her apprehension.
    ‘Now where’s that cane?’ Jemima said sweetly.
    I’d hung it over the back of my chair, in full view, but she pretended she couldn’t find it, forcing Pippa to hold her humiliating position. AJ chuckled.
    ‘You’re good, Jemima, a real bitch. Now get on with it.’
    Jemima smiled at the compliment and came to fetch the cane. Pippa braced herself, clutching her ankles tightly and closing her eyes as the cane was laid across her cheeks.
    ‘Six,’ Jemima said. ‘Six across the bare bottom.’
    She lifted the cane and brought it down, hard and fast but above Pippa’s back, missing completely. Pippa jerked, the muscles of her bottom and thighs tightening in fear and a faint sob escaped her lips. Jemima laughed and once more laid the cane gently across her sister’s cheeks, pressing to make the soft flesh bulge out above and below the long dark rod. Again she lifted it, and again she missed, leaving Pippa shaking visibly, while the fluid had begun to run down from the slippery hole of her vagina.
    ‘Just do it!’ she snapped, her voice breaking as she spoke.
    Jemima gave an excited little chuckle at her sister’s desperation and brought the cane down for a third time, but now on target. It landed full across Pippa’s cheeks, at the level of her anus, making her shriek and gasp before she could get herself under control. A long, white welt had appeared, which turned quickly red between a pair of darker, neatly laid tramlines that broke only briefly across the crease of Pippa’s buttocks.
    ‘One,’ Jemima stated. ‘Five to go.’
    ‘I know!’ Pippa hissed. ‘Get on with it!’
    ‘Temper, temper,’ Jemima chided, and lifted the cane once more.
    This time it came down harder still, diagonally across Pippa’s bottom and the turn of her thighs. Pippa’s shriek of pain was louder than before and there was a choking quality to her sobs as she struggled to get herself back under control, but it was left to AJ to comment.
    ‘Only cane her thighs if you mean to, otherwise keep the strokes to the meat of her bottom.’
    ‘Sorry,’ Jemima answered. ‘It’s my first time.’
    ‘You’re doing very well then,’ AJ assured her, just as the third stroke was laid across Pippa’s bottom.
    It was a