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better shot, almost exactly across the first, and Pippa was left shivering with reaction, while the juice from her pussy had begun to trickle down one thigh. I could smell her excitement, but I knew that the state she was in would only be adding to the awful shame of having to take the cane from her own little sister.
    ‘Three,’ Jemima said, ‘and aren’t we a bad girl, getting all juicy because she’s being punished?’
    Pippa twisted around and opened her mouth to speak but thought better of it, hanging her head once more as Jemima measured up for the next stroke. It was delivered perfectly, hard and true across the fleshiest part of Pippa’s bottom, to set her gasping and stamping her feet in her agitation.
    ‘Four,’ Jemima said, and immediately whipped the cane down one more time, before Pippa could even brace herself.
    Caught unawares, Pippa shrieked and almost broke, sobbing and gasping as she fought to hold her position, but she managed it, never once letting go of her ankles, although a muscle in one thigh had begun to twitch.
    ‘Five,’ Jemima said. ‘Last one, and this is going to be across your thighs.’
    ‘Hey, no!’ Pippa protested, but too late as the cane slapped down just a couple of inches below the turn of her buttocks.
    She broke, jumping up and clutching at her caned bottom with her eyes closed and the tears squeezing out from beneath the lids. For a moment Jemima looked worried, no doubt thinking she’d gone too far as Pippa ran to AJ and burst into tears, but I’d seen it before and raised a hand to stop her from saying anything. We waited, silent, as Pippa cried her emotions out on her girlfriend’s shoulder, taking a badly needed cuddle. And that was something else Jemima was unlikely to get after a commercial punishment.

Three
    IT TOOK PIPPA quite a while to calm down, and even when she’d wiped her tears away she was too embarrassed to easily meet her sister’s eye. I knew how she felt, for all that I was so aroused I was having trouble keeping my hand away from between my thighs, but we took our places again for the third round, Pippa and I sitting on our hot bottoms, AJ cool and in control, Jemima looking unbearably smug.
    I wasn’t sure how fair the first two rounds had been, and it seemed likely that AJ had made sure Jemima’s confidence was given a healthy boost, but there was no doubt at all about this round. It would be fixed, and Jemima would be the loser. All I had to do was hang on to my own chips and make sure AJ got to hold the cards as often as possible. That meant she’d win, and be the one to cane Jemima, which left me feeling more guilty than ever as we began to play, but the thought of some insensitive American video maker putting Jemima in the same state Pippa had just been in helped to steel my resolve. It was all very well Hudson Staebler saying he’d look after her, but things could easily get out of hand, and at Morris’s Jemima had always had Pippa with her.
    ‘Now it gets serious,’ AJ said as she took the cards. ‘Share the chips out, Miss Muffet, and it might be nice if you got your sister a cushion, Jemima.’
    Pippa had tucked her skirt up and left her bikini pants off, as dictated by the rules, and gave a heartfelt nod of agreement. I knew AJ was only trying to distract Jemima so that she could fix the deck, but still felt a little put out that she didn’t seem to mind me sitting bare bottom on a wicker chair, although admittedly I hadn’t been caned. Jemima brought two cushions anyway but there was no hiding the amusement in her face as she passed them over to us.
    I felt a great deal more comfortable with the cushion underneath me, while it also made it easier to concentrate on the game. The first thing was to build up AJ’s store of chips without destroying Jemima’s confidence, which meant I should lose on moderate bets for the first few hands. I had a pair of aces and dropped two reds on the first hand, which AJ won. She won the