Chapter Twenty Eight

 

 

“Darling -” Mother seemed very embarrassed, almost afraid to speak. Tammy waited patiently, tapping a spoon handle on the worktop in time to the dance rhythm coming from the small portable radio in the corner. “Darling - I’ve been meaning to ask you, what Anastasia said about Aids tests and that -”

“Just a joke, Mother.”

“I know that, there’s no way my darling girls would have AIDS or any other such horrid disease!” she shuddered theatically. But - you are - are you - still -”

“Mother, don’t ask!” Tammy smiled, dropped the spoon and came round the worktop to hug her mother. “Don’t ask, and you won’t ever be hurt, will you?”

“I know, but -” Mother held her arm’s length. “I would so like to know if my girls are pure and clean still -”

“We live in the 20th Century, Mother, and it is usual for girls to do that kind of thing, you know.”

Disappointment, almost hurt, swept over her mother’s face, and Tammy felt as if she had committed murder of some kind. But better that than let her mother go on thinking they were innocents, and so needed protection. Who knows? They might take it into their heads to start locking them up at weekends and at night, then what would she do for a regular session of the sting of the cane, so desired, so hated, so feared and yet so loved and longed for?

Tammy slipped away, knowing there was nothing else to say, it was best to leave Mother to get on with her thoughts. Annie was sitting on the top of the stairs, hands around her knees, looking very young and very innocent. No one would believe that inside that head were schemes and devilish plans, thought Tammy. No one would believe she had not been eavesdropping. Mother’s current feelings were all part of the Master Plan, put them through hell, as Annie said. Pay them back for not telling us.

But really, having seen that awful house and that awful family, would she have preferred to have been brought up among the Giblings?

“The screw’s turning,” Annie grinned, whispering as Tammy went by her. “Now I’ll have to think of something else to drop into the quagmire of emotions!”

“Got to go,” Tammy reached her bedroom and gripped the handle. “I’ve a driving lesson in fifteen minutes.”

“Good, stir old Phil up a bit for me, kiddo. It’s my turn later.”

“You girls are driving me mad!” Phil groaned, as Tammy expertly swung the car out into the street and headed toward the woods. Somehow she knew that was somewhere he wanted to go, or perhaps it was just her own mind which wanted it. Wrayland was all right, Wrayland was more than all right, he caned good and he caned hard and expertly, but he concealed his emotions too well. It was almost clinical. Phil on the other hand showed all his feelings.

“Why don’t you give Aunt Phyl a good spanking, Uncle Phil?” Tammy indicated, turned right without being told, pushed the car through the gears and ignored the agonised look she glimpsed from the corner of her left eye.

“She’d leave me, kid, that she would.”

“But wouldn’t you just love it?”

“Sure I would. She had a big arse, well rounded, plenty of it, no doubt it could take a rare lot -” He groaned, leaned forward, pretended to look for something in the glove compartment. “You girls are driving me mad!”

“Are we, Uncle Phil? I wonder why!”

“You know why. You and that Annie, you’re up to some fiendish trick. You got me to get the old girl into a home, didn’t you? God, it took some arguments, but I did it, and I did it for you!”

“Not me, for Annie. She was the one who wanted it.”

“Why?”

“Because of our birthday party. Remember that? Gran Webster spilled the beans about us being adopted.”

“She thought you knew.”

“Well, I don’t know about that, but we didn’t and it was one hell of a bomb to drop into the middle of a party. Annie resented that, you see.”

“Annie is a strange and complex young lady.” He lit a cigarette, blew smoke out of the half opened window. “Go for the woods, Tam.”

“I was.”

“I know, just thought I’d say it anyway. What do you want of me, Tamasine?”

Tammy didn’t speak until she had the car half hidden in a small track in the woods. Then she killed the engine, turned in the seat and put a hand directly on his groin. He gave another groan.

“I want you to give me a hiding, Phil, because you do it with passion.”

“Get in the back,” said through clenched teeth, as if in pain.

Tammy slid out of the door and climbed into the back seat. Phil followed her, and had her over his knee in seconds. He peeled down the briefs and gasped as he saw the cane weals, vividly red and leering at him. Tammy felt him harden even as he gasped.

“Who in heaven’s name did that?”

“An ex Head Master. I go there sometimes for a caning,” muffled voice, coming from the depths of the seat.

“You want me to spank you over that?” But she knew he had no option, once she was sprawled across his knees he could no more not spank her than he could of his own accord stop breathing. Phil was a sadist, through and through. Not dominant, he knew nothing about dominating women whatsoever, if he did, he would have Phyl where he wanted her, but sadism, that came naturally to him.

Tammy wriggled happily as he began to spank her, his hand finding every single cane weal, every line, bringing a double intensity to the pain that thrilled her through to her deepest soul.

She sent a message - Annie, enjoy this - and felt an answering chuckle.

Phil was lost to them, completely and forever.

Even as she writhed under the hard relentless hand, she wondered - what would Annie ask him to do next?