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The Minds of the First Form Mums

Chapter 3 Friday Night Follies

16th July - The First Friday Sleep Over


Katie was so excited by the prospect of the sleep over that her legs were actually shaking.  Since it was summer, she and the girls that would soon be her classmates had little else to think about.  And since their cell phones had been confiscated they spent a disproportionate amount of time at their computers IMing each other.  And guess what was the hottest topic of conversation?  The spankings that they knew were coming.  How bad they would be?  How well would they stand up to them?  Who would break down and cry and who would stoically endure?  Would anybody get bruises?  How long it would take for black and blue marks to go away?  What none of them realized was that since they were using the e-mail addresses the school had supplied them with and were using the schools e-net for their IMing, Ms Fletcher was able to monitor every instant message.  And pass the choicer ones up to Dr. OBrien.  If Katie knew that every message passed back and forth was being read by a teacher, she would have been totally grossed out.


Katies mom dropped her off at Linda Wilsons house and then went off running some last minute errands.  Katie suspected that Linda was well off and some of the other I.A girls in the rapidly expanding network confirmed this.  Katie was, however, unprepared for exactly what this meant.  The Wilson house was huge and sat in an actual estate with a gate and a long tree lined drive.  But when the door was opened by a maid Katie was flabbergasted.  Linda was there to greet her and take Katie up to Lindas room.  Katie was floored by the size of Lindas room, it must have had the same total area as their entire flat.  The most prominent thing in the room was a giant four poster bed with canopy.  I guess that is what was meant by a king sized bed thought Katie.


The door to the bathroom was open so Katie poked in to scope it out.  She was greatly surprised to see Frances Arundel, classmate and Circle member, sitting stark naked on the rim of a truly enormous bathtub.  Steam was rising from the bathtub with was filling up with what was obviously quite hot water and bubble bath.  Frances legs were spread wide and a woman in a short white uniform dress was kneeling in front of the brown-haired girl shaving her bottom.  Linda poked her head in and instructed “Cookie, when you are done shaving Ms Arundel, you can shave Ms Horrigan here”.  Then she turned to Katie and said, “Sister, you had better get started because Diane should be getting here any moment.  If everybody is not ready when mum expects, there will be demerits and God knows, I have enough of those already.  Get undressed.  Just drop your clothes on the floor.  Cookie will hang them up in the right place.  Im going downstairs to wait for Diane.  I hope she isnt late.”  Katie gulped.  She realized from talks with her mother that when she was spanked it would be on the bare behind.  She also knew from reading the school rules that girls were to shave the hair on their trunks and legs.  Well, she had been putting off shaving until just before school started.  She wasnt prepared to get naked in front of strangers and have her pussy shaved.  On the other hand Frances wasnt exactly a stranger.  She was a class mate and as part of the Circle she was sort of like a sister.  Still it was with a bit of trepidation that she started to undress.


So Katie sat and had her pubes, pussy and asshole shaved.  Frances, meantime, made sundry and various noises of protest as she got into the hot water to which bubble bath had just been added.  At first, all Frances could tolerate was to stand in the water and then after a minute or two, to kneel in it.  Consistent with being the fairest-haired member of the circle, Katie took the least time to shave.  The hair on her trunk was sparse and so blond as to be barely visible.  All it took was a swipe or two here and there.  When she joined Frances in the tube, Katie immediately understood Frances plaints.  This water was hotter than any she had ever experienced.  At this point Linda entered the bathroom accompanied by Diane ONeil, the fourth member of their Circle, who was obviously about to join them.  Diane obediently followed Lindas instructions and disrobed.  Since the red hair on Dianes nether regions was not much thicker than Katies, she soon jointed the other two girls in the tub.


Linda was soon directing the three girls in the details of their bathing.  “The extra hot water is so very important.  That way you are all pretty pink when you come out.  Now, Frances, get down on your hands and knees.  Thats it.  Now Katie, you take one scrub brush and give her titties a good hard scrubbing.  Diane, you take the other brush and clean Frances bottom.  Thats good, keep scrubbing hard.  I have bathed already.  I will go get our nightgowns and we can all get dressed together.” 


And so Katie mused to herself  “Soon all of us had been scrubbed and had shampooed and conditioned our hair.  It was really nice that not only did Linda have shampoo and conditioner for her dark oily hair but she had the right stuff for Dianes and my finer, drier hair.  Soon we were playing with the two blow driers the bathroom was equipped with blowing each others hair and toweling down our bright pink bodies.  We even tried using the blow drier on each others nipples and bottoms which were red from being scrubbed so hard.  That was quite a bit of fun.”


Her thoughts continued. “Soon enough we were joined by a stark naked Linda with an armload of nighties.  We decided that Linda needed to have her titties and bottom blow dried.  Unlike the three of us that were still rather undeveloped, Linda at age 13 already had substantial breasts.  At least substantial to us who had to be constantly reassured by our mothers that someday we would have an adequate figure.  After we played with Linda we turned our attention to our nightgowns.  They were beautiful, of a soft cotton muslin, so thin it was almost sheer and invisible.  The gowns had high necks and long sleeves which were hemmed with white lace.  Each of us had a gown of a different pastel.  Mine was yellow so pale that it was almost white.  Dianes was a pale rose which we joked perfectly matched her shaved pubes.  Frances was a light blue which perfectly matched her eyes and Lindas was a soft green which matched her eyes.  The gowns were perfectly fitted to our upper bodies and clung without a wrinkle. The fabric was so soft and thin that for Diane, Frances and I, our nubbins poked out wickedly.  In Lindas case, the bodice of the nightie clung to her breasts as if it was a second skin.  And on the left side of the bodices, just above the breast, the initials of each girl had been embroidered.  Below the gathered waists, the gowns were pleated ending in a lace-adorned hem just at our ankles.  We all marveled at how beautifully the nighties were tailored precisely to each of our bodies.  We wondered how Mrs. Wilson got things so right and Linda thought that she got our measurements from the school.  Our slippers were the exact same shade as our gowns.  We put them on and twirled about the bathroom and Lindas bedroom causing the skirts of our nighties to flare out.  We were as giddy as we could be.”


Our frivolity was interrupted by Mrs. Wilson.  She shooed us down to the lounge where a long folding table had been set up with our book bags on it.  We had to complete our maths prior to the start of term assessment first.  And no tea until it was done.  So we settled in with a will and were soon enjoying our tea and pastry.”


Toilette of the Mommies

 

About 6 PM the ladies started arriving.  They were not as giddy as their daughters but after several glasses of white wine they certainly began to loosen up.  The maid took care of them, as directed by Mrs Wilson.  The tub in Nancys room was even bigger than that in Lindas and the ladies took their leisure lounging in it two at a time, their wine glasses magically refilling when ever they got dangerously low.


Kathys memories of what followed were dim.  Take four women all in their 30s (well except for Kathy who was 28).  All had previous sexual experience and if recently they werent rogering at least they were getting off by manual means.  For the last couple of weeks they had been under Steves mental control conditioning.  This, on the one hand released a great deal of repressed sexuality.  On the other hand, because of Dr. OBriens rules, their programming including a prohibition against climaxing except, by and large, when Agnes allowed it.  What all of this amounted to was a group of horny mommies who werent getting any.  So where their thirteen year old daughters were having fun frolicking around the bathroom, their programmed mums were engaged in some much more serious business.  Unprogrammed, inexperienced girls were having fun rubbing tities and bottoms.  But their mind controlled mothers were using the handles of bathing brushes in orifices that were not normally associated with bathing brush handles.  And K-Y jelly was liberally employed.  There was much sucking and licking but nobody was getting off.


After a while the exhausted but unsatisfied mums realized that they had better get back to the business at hand.  They toweled their bodies and blow dried their hair.  And then Nancy Wilson brought out her present to each of the mothers in the Circle.  A beautiful satin dressing gown,   As they were soon to realize, the mothers gowns matched the pastel shades of the daughters.  Nancy explained, “I was inspired by those marvelous movies of the 1930s.  Norma, and Betty, and Joan, and Olivia.  So elegant and so sexy.”  And to go with the dressing gowns were self supporting thigh high stockings and high heeled pumps.  And of course the color of the hose and shoes matched that of the dressing gowns.  The ladies thoroughly enjoyed themselves as they put on the stockings and tried on the shoes.  And the shoes fit perfectly!  Actually better than the shoes the ladies normally wore which were almost invariably a half size or so too small.  Who ever sized the shoes knew the ladies real shoe size rather than had simply sneaked a peek in their closet.  Clothes were certainly no substitute for an orgasm, but all in all, they were better than nothing.


Thus accoutered, the four ladies descended the stairs and met their daughters in the dining room.   There they attacked the seafood buffet laid out by the Cook.  And the mothers partook of more white wine.  Alas, every time one of the daughters attempted to sneak a sip from a crystal goblet carelessly left unattended, the Maid whisked it away.  By eight Oclock, the girls had stuffed themselves full of shrimp, crab-stuffed mushrooms and lobster rolls and the mums were well filled with German, French, Chilean and Italian white wines.  The doorbell rang.  It was Maggie Fletcher standing on the door stoop.



Video Time


The girls and moms of the First Form, Section A, First Disciplinary Circle suddenly became very quiet.  The moment that they anticipated and dreaded had arrived.  The fun and games were over and an uncertain amount of punishment was going to begin.  The girls, who had undergone no programming at the hands of Dr. Steve Waters, knew only dread anticipation.  The mothers, who had been subjected to mind control, release of inhibitions and denial of orgasms had much more mixed emotions.  Yes, they knew, in greater detail than their daughters about the chastisements to come.  But they also were under an erotic thrall.  Their hearts were beating faster, not simply at the prospect of pain, but also at the prospect of pleasure.  That was what Maggie was bringing:  pain and pleasure.


And so the teacher directed them all to the lounge.  Surprisingly, the girls did not simply sit next to their mothers.  Instead, already influenced by the immediately precedent experience, they huddled together, all four of them on the sofa, sensing that the older women were no longer purely a source of comfort.  They suspected that shortly the women would represent a source of pain for them.  Maggie Fletcher went up to the massive large screen, flat display TV.  She turned it on, inserted a DVD and turned off the lights as soon as the video started.  She said, “Dr. OBrien has a few remarks for you to hear.  Then there will be a practical demonstration on the DVD.  Please pay attention.  Your lot will be easiest if you follow directions and commands to the letter.  Failure to do exactly as you are told will bring penalties upon you that are most unpleasant.”


Soon the screen was filled by an image of Agnes OBrien seated at her desk.  She quickly outlined what they were in for.  Girls could be, and should be, spanked in their home by their mothers for all and any reasons.  There were also to be weekly meeting of the Disciplinary Circles.  At these, the conduct of the last week would be reviewed and penance assigned.  The girls would do their penance first.  The women would as a group mete out the punishment, spanking the girls appropriately.  The girls would then go to bed.  Then the mothers would discharge their responsibility for the actions of their daughters.  Dr. OBrien was much more vague about what that involved.  Dr. OBrien thanked them for their attention and concluded by remarking that she would periodically visit the various Disciplinary Circles to monitor their progress.


The screen dissolved and the next image to appear was that of a mother and her two daughters.  Nancy Wilson immediately recognized the younger girl as Sandra, a classmate of her older daughter Laura.  She more vaguely recognized the woman as Sandras mother Sally and surmised that the other daughter must be Helen, a sixth former.  For the life of Nancy, she couldnt remember their surname.  The purpose of this part of the video was easy to guess even before the caption “Basic Spanking” flashed on the screen.  Sally had a leather strap in her hand and the girls were stripped to their uniform shoes, white knee socks and white spaghetti-strap tee tops that came down not quite to the top of their depiliated pubes. It certainly looked like Sally was going to demonstrate how to administer a spanking using Sandra and Helen as models.


Sally quickly got to the point: “Spanking in the home should be done frequently and thoroughly and always on the bare bottom.  Girls should strip from the waist down or else should be completely naked.  When my girls have been bad at school they are to change immediately upon arriving home.  They then begin their homework until I arrive home.  When I enter I instruct them which implement to get and they are immediately punished.  In our house punishment is doled out in groups of a dozen.  So if it is to be ONE they get a dozen swats, TWO means twenty-four and so forth.  Rarely are more than FIVE needed.  Today, Sandra will be getting SIX so that we can demonstrate a variety of positions.  Sandra, assume the basic position!”


At this point the fifteen year old girl turned around, place her feet a little over half a meter apart, bent over and grasped her ankles.  Sally continued her narrative:  “This position is quite suitable for either a strap, a tawse or a leather paddle.  The legs should be far enough apart so that the girls labia are just visible.  In addition to the tawse supplied by the school, in our house we use a number of different implements of chastisement.  You will probably want to obtain supplementary implements for your household once you get the hang of the basic techniques.  Remember, however, that the use of the cane is restricted to Saturday Detentions at the School.  Some women prefer to have their girls recite formulaic Thank yous, counts or requests for further swats.  In my house I dont bother with these things.  Now, for the first dozen we will use the tawse.” 


Having said this Sally reached over to the adjacent table and picked up the tawse.  Standing to Sandras left she then delivered six hefty rapid fire blows across Sandras buttocks and left upper thigh.  Sally then immediately walked over to Sandras right side and rapidly applied another six strokes.  The flesh of Sandras backside rippled with each impact but the girl hardly flinched.  However, her head was visible between her spread legs and her face was quite red.  In this case it matched her posterior where the prints of each tawse stroke were turning red and beginning to swell.  Sally continued her narrative; ”There are several advantages to this position.  Note that when the tawse is applied to the thighs the two tails whip around and strike the inner surface of the thigh, a most sensitive area.  And it is possible to stand in front of the girl and bring the tawse down along the buttock and thigh.”  As Sally explained, she demonstrated rapidly raining down a dozen blows in short order.  After two dozen strokes of the tawse, Sandras backside was one large, swollen, red welt.  But the girl had not yet even flinched. 


“On the other hand,” Sally continued, “This position is not perfect for all implements and techniques.” Sally walked back to the table, put down the tawse and picked up a very large leather paddle. “When the legs are spread this way, stability is not optimal and a sufficiently heavy blow can knock a slender girl like Sandra off balance.”  While saying this Sally wound up like a demented cricket batsman and on the words “heavy blow” delivered a mighty smack to Sandras backside.  This did, actually knock the petite girl off balance and she had to struggle to not fall over.  In the process of this she had to take her hands off her ankles, come upright and shuffle her feet.  Sally then motioned her over to the table saying “It is helpful if the girl being chastised with a heavy paddle has something to hang onto such as a table or chair.  This aids them in keeping their balance.”  Sandra went over to the table and bent across it with her legs together, gripping the edge of the other side with her hands.  Her mother repeated the sequence she originally demonstrated with the tawse, first striking Sandra six times from her left and then switching over and hitting her six times from the right.  Sally then examined her daughters backside commenting “The nice thing about the paddle is that it doesnt just leave swollen red marks.  A sufficiently heavy paddle leaves bruises.”  And her comment was exemplified by the purple blotches that were appearing and spreading across Sandras buttocks.


Sally put down the paddle and picked up a strap mounted to a wooden handle.  “Positioning can be key when more severe punishment is desired.  For example, most girls hate what is called the luge position.  This position should always be done in the nude.”  Sally looked over at Sandra and nodded.  Sandra gingerly sat on the edge of the table and removed her white knee socks.  Then she slipped her tee top over her head and placed her scant coverings on the table.  She got down onto the floor on her hands and knees.  Then Sandra positioned her feet almost a meter apart and got up on her palms and her toes.  The distress this position caused was immediately apparent.  The physical discomfort has enhanced by the humiliating exposure of her genitals and the dangling down of her small breasts.  Aware that her daughter was in an uncomfortable position motivated Sally to slow down the pace of the blows she delivered to no more than two or three a minute.  And of the dozen strikes she delivered, at least half were whipped across the back striking the pendant nipple of the girls breasts.  These caused Sandra to gasp.  After the dozen were delivered Sally motioned Sandra to stand.


“But there is one position that girls detest above all other,” Sally commented “and that is called the diaper position”.  Sandra returned to the table, sat on the edge, lay back, and raised her legs up.  She then took her arms and clasped her hands behind her knees.  Sally continued “If you are right handed, as most of us are, your best strokes are delivered when standing on the left.  When a girl is in the standard bent over position, you strike her right side most forcefully.  No matter how cleverly you swing when standing on her right side the blows are never as good.  On the other hand, when the girl is on her back with her legs raised up, you can strike her left hand with full and proper impact.”  And so Sally did, raining a dozen blows down on the buttocks and thighs of the poor girl.  Sandras backside was now a solid swollen mass of black and blue bruise.  Even with her hands gripping tightly behind her knees, Sandras legs were shaking.  After five dozen blows from tawse, paddle and strap, the girl was clearly reaching the limits of her control.


Sallys commentary continued: “For the next punishment I will need assistance.”  Helen who throughout the video had been standing silent and motionless in place, now walked over to the far side of the table.  As she did this Helen turned and the viewers could catch a brief glimpse of her backside.  Linda sucked in her breath and blurted out “Oh my God, look at her bootie, it is all cut to shit”.  Ms Fletcher glared at the girl and said “Another outburst like that, girl, and your punishment will be doubled.”  What had prompted Lindas outburst was the momentary sight of Helens recently and thoroughly caned buttocks.  Fifty strokes had left the skin in tatters and fresh blood glistened in the bright lights used to make the video.  But it was only a momentary glimpse and the sight was quickly obscured by the table and her sister lying on it. 


Sally next had Sandra place her hands behind her head, interlocking her fingers together.  Helen reached over the table grasping Sandras ankles and pulling her legs toward her.  Helen then spread Sandras legs as far apart as she could.  The exposure of Sandras genitals made Sallys commentary unnecessary but she made it anyway.  “A girls most tender and intimate part is her pussy.  And the one thing that every girl fears the most is a pussy spanking”  Up to this point Sandra had borne her torment stoically but now she started to quietly cry.  But her mother was implacable and merciless.  A dozen swats struck Sandra squarely from the pubis down across the labia.  The girl bucked with each one but her sister held her fast.  By the time the last was delivered the girl was loudly sobbing and shaking but she did not take her hands from behind her head.  Sally commented “Sandra has had her pussy spanked many times in the last year.  She knows if she takes her hands from behind her head she will get twice that number as a penalty.  And on two occasions she has.”  The camera now zoomed in on Sandras quivering pudendum. The outer labia were badly bruised.  The inner labia and clitoral hood were swollen to four times their normal size and were protruding well out beyond the outer labia.  These most delicate parts were cherry red and were starting to turn purple.  “Sandra knows what three dozen swats will do to her pussy.  She will do anything to avoid a bloody pussy.”


And so the DVD ended with an image none of the girls would ever forget.  Sandras bruised and swollen genitals filling the entire expanse of the large screen TV.  The image of a shaking battered pussy dominating the darkened room.  They were too horrified to make a noise.  The four of them just sat their in their nighties shivering.  Their knees were drawn up to their chests, hugged their by their clutching arms.  The four of them huddled there together shaking in terror.  Their mothers, on the other hand, programmed by Steve to associate pain with eroticism and unsatisfied by their earlier activities in Nancys tub, were highly aroused.  The girls were too frightened to notice that every one of their mothers had slipped her hand inside her robe and was fingering herself.  Unfortunately the fingering was all for naught and their programming prevented any release for the mums.


Maggie cleared her throat.  The girls almost jumped out of their skins.  The mothers were startled for a different reason and quickly rearranged their dressing gowns.  Maggie turned on the lights and said “I think we need to move downstairs to the utility room”.

     


Report Cards


Once everybody had settled in, the mothers sitting on folding metal chairs, the girls standing, Mrs. Wilson handed each of the four girls their weekly scorecard in a sealed envelope.  She gave Katie hers first, remarking that she had the best report of all.  When the hostess nodded, Katie opened the envelope and examined the card within.



Demerit Record


Girls Name __Katie______      __Horrigan____  First Form, Section A


Week of   __10th_     __July__     Swat Factor  ___5___


Day    Saturday  Sunday    Monday  Tuesday Wednesday Thursday   Friday


Duty     _____      _____      __ I__      _____       __ I__       _____      _____ 


School  _____      _____      _____      _____       _____       _____      _____ 


Bhvr     _____      __I__      _____      _____        _____       _____      _____ 


Total     _____      __ I__      __ I___      _____      __ I__       _____      _____     __3___ 

                                                                                                                              Grand

SAH      _____      _____      _____      _____       _____       _____      _____      Total


Total Demerits   ___3__  X  Swat Factor __5__ = __15__ Total Swats


Implement  ___STRAP_________________


She was by and large familiar with it.  After all it had been hanging on the wall of her bedroom all week.  Next to that ominous looking tawse.  After one mark on Sunday and one on Monday, she had managed to get through the next four days with only one more demerit.  OK thought Katie, if three demerits was the best, what would the worst be.  Before the other girls got the chance to open theirs, Katie noticed that some additions had been made and calculations performed.  The Swat Factor line had been emended by the addition of a 5.  For reasons that escaped her now, Katie had always assumed, ONE DEMERIT, ONE SWAT.  Three swats, no big deal, she could handle that no matter how hard the swats.  That was what a swat factor was, the number of swats administered for each demerit.  She gulped and managed to prevent the “OH SHIT” from escaping her lips.  Yes it could be a lot worse than she imagined.  Katie was not sure how well she could handle fifteen swats.


Dianne audibly gulped and became a  little pale as she realized that her four demerits worked out to 20 swats of the strap.  Frances was even more upset.  She did the math and came up with twenty five.  The brunette let out through tightly clenched teeth a barely audible, “Bugger”.  “OH HOLY FUCKING SHIT” Linda was not as lucky nor as well controlled as the other three girls.  “Frances and Linda there are penalties for unwarranted comments” warned Maggie Fletcher.

Lindas hands shook as she examined her card.  “Fifty swats with the strap.” She said more quietly than before.  “Fifty plus a nasty penalty for having a big fat dirty mouth” corrected Ms Fletcher.


Demerit Record


Girls Name __Linda______      __Wilson____  First Form, Section A


Week of   __10th_     __July__     Swat Factor  ___5___


Day    Saturday  Sunday    Monday  Tuesday Wednesday Thursday   Friday


Duty     _____      __ I__      __ I__      _____       __ I__       __ I__      _____ 


School  _____      _____      _____      _____       _____       _____      _____ 


Bhvr     _____      __2__      __ I__      _ I___       __ I__       _ I___      _____ 


Total     _____      _ 3__      __ 2__      __ I___     __ 2__       __2__      _____    _10__ 

                                                                                                                              Grand

SAH      _____      _____      _____      _____       _____       _____      _____      Total


Total Demerits   __10__  X  Swat Factor __5__ = __50__ Total Swats


Implement  ___STRAP___________




And so they began with Katie.


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