GILLIAN (F/f, f/f) by Helier WARNING This story contains scenes which are clear descriptions of spanking and other sexual activity. Personally I don't find them at all offensive but I'm willing to believe that some people might. Could I therefore recommend that this story is only read by adults who are entirely convinced that they can read such material with equanimity. GILLIAN by Helier Gillian always looked terrific in pink. There was nothing fashionable about it but it was just her colour. My eyes strayed over her every moment- she was like a magnet for me. Maybe it was just because she was my daughter and I felt so close to her but at times I knew that nothing in the world could possibly be more beautiful than she was. She was wearing a little pink silk dress with a high waist that her grandmother had made for her. I had asked her to put it on when she came home from school with the letter. I could see from her eyes what was in it and I knew what would happen but I pretended not to notice. I could watch her all day in that dress. She moved so gracefully, still only fifteen and a little gangly but poised and with a naturally sprung step like a young deer. The swaying and gentle shimmer of her dress together with the light yellow of her hair reminded me painfully of my sister. At times I missed her desperately - not just because we were sisters and had loved each other so strongly but because she had been the only one who knew of the flaw in both of us. Recently I had begun to wonder if Gillian had it too. I watched her now, leaning over the breakfast bar reading something. Under the short dress her legs were straight and she was resting on her elbow with her arm tucked beneath her breasts. Her back was straight too but swept up slightly into the curve of her perfect round bottom. The pink silk nestled lovingly into the crevices and she seemed to twitch her bottom every now and so that she felt the coolness of it across her legs. She had always been easy to deal with. I had never had to punish her in any major way. When she did something wrong, usually led into it by Magenta, I had always been able to talk to her about it, explain why it was wrong and that would be enough. Lately it hadn't been so simple. She and Magenta had got up to some quite irresponsible things and when I told her how I felt about them she would brush me off as if I were exaggerating. Magenta had parents who didn't seem to care too much what she did. They rarely punished her but they didn't take the time to talk to her either. I had tried to include her recently because I was worried about her influence on Gillian. However, now that I had started talking to them together I was no longer convinced that she was the whole problem. I had the feeling that Gillian was trying to tell me something. I recognised the pattern of provocation and defiance, the rejection of the reasoned approach we had always shared. Perhaps she didn't know it yet herself but I began to think that the truth was she wanted me to punish her. Years before, I had watched my sister go through the same thing. She, who had always been so loving and considerate, was suddenly at war with everyone, even with me. She scared me. I watched her heaping up trouble for herself, acting in silly ways and getting on people's nerves. We had always been so close but she began stealing things of mine and even breaking things that she knew I was fond of. She was younger than me and I didn't immediately want to react too strongly but eventually I was angry enough to confront her - one day when my parents were out. She responded childishly to my accusations - mocking me and name- calling. Not being able to talk to her infuriated me. I lost control and slapped her. To my amazement, instead of fighting back, she went on provoking me and turned her back. Incensed, I pushed her down on the bed and slapped her legs until they were bright red and she was crying. Still she wouldn't stop her childishness so I pulled down her shorts and panties and spanked her bottom with great resounding spanks. She screamed with the pain and I left huge marks on her bottom cheeks but I couldn't stop. She was nearly hysterical before I calmed down. Looking at her I suddenly realised what I had done. I was sure she would tell my parents and I would be in dreadful trouble. They had never spanked either of us and I had always been taught never to hurt younger children. I couldn't help it - once I had started it had seemed like the most exciting thing I had ever done. I found it scary and I began to cry. She turned round to look at me and, to my surprise, she reached up and hugged me. Suddenly she was my dear little sister again. She apologised over and over again for all the things she had done and made me promise that I would always spank her if she did things that made me angry. It became the most dreadful secret between us. We were terrified anyone would find out but nevertheless at least once a week I would punish her for all the little things she did wrong - not just to me but to anyone. No-one ever found out. Her behaviour went back to normal overnight and everyone commented on how delightful she had become. Twice my mother noticed how red her buttocks were but each time my sister passed it off as the result of falls at the sports field. Our secret activities continued right up until my sister was killed when she was twenty-two years old in a car accident with her boyfriend. He had been driving. He was drunk and survived with only minor injuries. I was married by that time and I missed her dreadfully but it was only recently I had begun to notice how much Gillian had grown to resemble her. The desire began to grow in me to find out if Gillian had the same needs as my sister. There had never been any sexual extension to our activities - I would stroke her a little afterwards and we always kissed each other - so I was not afraid that I would be tempted in this way with Gillian. Nevertheless I felt a tinge of guilt because I had to admit to myself right from the start that if ever I punished her it would be more for my own satisfaction than for her correction. There was no doubt I found it exciting - after spanking my sister I would always have raging sexual desires that I would still in the quiet of my own room. It would be strange if Gillian awakened such feelings in me but I had become more and more fascinated by her and I knew that sooner or later I would have to find out. Today when she came home with the letter I knew instantly that I was going to use it as an excuse. I told her to put on the pink dress saying that I wanted to see whether it needed letting out now that her breasts had grown heavier. The truth was I just felt that if I was going to spank her I wanted it to be when she looked at her prettiest and most vulnerable. She tried to persuade me to open the letter, making it clear though her manner that the contents were serious. I waved her away and said we would open it together later. She had come down in the pink dress, seen the letter still unopened and since then she had been nervously trying to occupy herself while I finished my reading. "Come here now, Gillian," I said. She turned and saw I had the letter in my hand. She came over immediately and stood in front of me, biting her bottom lip, while I opened it. The contents were predictable - she and Magenta had been caught cheating at some mid-term exam. The letter explained that it wasn't an important exam but the principle was important. In spite of myself I was surprised how much it affected me that Gillian would do such a thing. The school had given them both extended periods of detention and they would be excluded from the next sports carnival. I raised my eyes to her. She could see the tears and she knew she had hurt me by what she had done. I decided to make it brief. "Do you feel you're old enough to understand how much I love you and how much your future means to me?" "Yes, Mum." She tried to smile her loving smile at me but then she realised that this was probably a loaded question. "And old enough to understand how important honesty is between people?" "Yes, Mum." Her voice was clouded over with guilt. "Gillian, I know I've never punished you before but perhaps now you are also old enough to understand why it's so extremely important that in future I do." A visible shock seemed to pass through her body. I pretended not to notice but I was sure it was more a sensual thrill than surprise or fear. Her fingers had grasped the skirt of her dress and she was twisting it between them. Her eyes began to look a little misty and she bit her bottom lip again. "Are you going to punish me, Mum?" she murmured. "Only if you understand why ... do you feel you're old enough for that?" This was the most important moment. I was offering her a way out if she wanted it. It would be embarrassing for her to classify herself as a child but at least it was a choice of sorts. The more I saw her struggling with her confusion of guilt, apprehension and perhaps desire, the more urgently I wanted to do it to her. In spite of what I was sure she wanted, it was hard for her to commit herself like this. "Gillian, do you understand that it's best for you to be punished?" Her reply was scarcely a whisper. "Yes, Mum." I smiled at her. I was now sure there was a lot of desire in it - I could hear it choking up her voice. "Good girl ..." I gave her a quiet smile and patted my knees. "You're going to have a spanking ... over here." For a moment I wondered if she would object when she heard the nature of her punishment and the fact that she didn't confirmed for me my earlier suspicions. She blushed deeply and let the slippery silk fall from her nervous fingers. Having never lain over someones knees before she was awkward about getting into position. She put her hands on my leg and I helped her lower herself across my lap. She rested her upper body on the sofa. "Is that alright?" she asked very uncertainly. "Hands on the floor, my darling." She did as she was told, making her bottom round and stretched beneath the pink silk. I put the letter on the floor in front of her so that she could see it during her punishment. "You must remember why this is happening to you even though it will sting and you will probably have to cry." I put my hand on her bottom and pushed the skirt of her dress up on to her back. The slippery fabric didn't stay easily so it took two or three tries to get it all arranged. Her bottom felt warm and soft under my hand. It had been so long since I had given a good spanking to anyone and that had only ever been my sister. Strangely, she and Gillian were very similar in their shape. I was in no hurry to start. I knew the suspense would be making her blood race but I was getting such pleasure from this moment. I stroked the tight smoothness of her white panties feeling how she was already beginning a tiny wriggling motion under this dangerous caress. I lifted my hand and the wriggling increased slightly. I raised it high in the air and brought it down with a sharp slap in the middle of her panties. She gave a little gasp of dismay and without waiting for her to recover I gave her a second on the same spot. She cried out and lifted one of her legs up twisting her bottom a little. I gave her a hard slap on her leg at around mid-thigh and then another at the top of her thigh. She squealed both times and kicked up her other leg and got the same treatment on that. I could hear the disbelief in her voice as if she couldn't imagine I would do such a thing to her. I went back to her bottom and when she felt two more slaps in the same place as the first two she put her feet back on the floor and began shaking her bottom in agitation. After another three she suddenly let out an explosive squeal and began to cry. She had tried so hard to hold back the tears but now she had started it was impossible for her to stop. With every slap she cried harder, letting out little howls and squeals of pain. I was panting now and my heart was pounding with the thrill of it. I needed to pause and I thought perhaps she did too. I also wanted to make it last. Just as I gave her a last slap, I heard a sound from the laundry. Without any warning Magenta burst into the room. She had come in, as she frequently did, through the back door and, hearing Gillian's cries, had rushed to help. She stopped short when she saw her best friend bent over her mother's knee. "Gilly," she said, in amazement. Gillian became aware of her and made an attempt to get up. "Don't dare," I told her swiftly and, ignoring her muffled protest, I looked up at Magenta. "Gillian is being spanked because of what you both did today. I don't suppose your parents did the same to you." "No," she mumbled. "I'll go ..." "Magenta." The sharpness of my tone stopped her. "I would like you to stay." She looked at me, her eyes round with fear. "That you are not being punished is not my business but I would like you to see what Gillian will face in future as a result of any trouble the two of you get into. Please sit down." She swallowed hard and then, with her scared eyes fixed on the reddened skin on the back of Gillian's legs, she perched herself gingerly on the edge of the armchair. I glanced back at Gillian. She had gone very quiet and I felt she was absorbing the unexpected turn things had taken. I spoke quietly to her. "Alright, my darling? You're halfway through ... but the next part is going to be harder for you. Are you ready?" "Yes ..." Her voice was tiny now. She had intended to say 'yes, Mum' but a sob had caught in her throat as soon as she tried to speak. I think she had guessed what was coming next and therefore wasn't surprised when she felt my fingers reach round her hips to slip her panties down. She sobbed a little and lifted her hips to help me. I heard Magenta gasp as she saw how red Gillian's sweet round bottom already was. I drew her panties down as far as I could reach and softly stroked her sore buttocks. "Gillian ... and Magenta. I'm doing this because, of all the things you could do wrong, cheating is one of the worst I can imagine. It undermines trust and trust is the most precious thing we can give each other. By doing what you have done you undermine my trust in you which is hurtful and cruel, and you steal from the other children which is wrong. I hope you will remember." I glanced at Magenta. She had tears in her eyes now, watching in disbelief as she saw my hand raised over Gillian's quivering bottom. I slapped Gillian so hard on the reddest part of her buttocks that she screamed straight away. I knew I was letting loose now and smacking her much harder than she would have imagined I could. She wailed and cried, wriggling her bottom to try to escape the vicious smacks. My love for her and my joy at what we were doing was singing in my veins and I was determined to leave no part of her untouched. I slapped with all my strength until her screams became almost continuous. Magenta was crying, with her hands in her hair, and begging me to stop but she didn't dare leave her chair. The sheer thrill of it combined with Gillian's delicious wriggling would have been enough to have made me come right there but, much as I desperately wanted to, I knew I couldn't let go in front of Magenta. I stopped instead, panting heavily, and half-collapsed over Gillian's bottom. Both girls continued crying and I waited until they quietened down. "Magenta, I would like some time with Gillian - you may go back home now." I don't know what was in my mind for Magenta. Somehow I knew that she could not and would not go home but for the moment she got up and stumbled out, still half-blinded by her tears. I looked down at Gillian. Her back was crimson from the waist nearly to her knees. On her legs I could still see the marks of individual fingers in some places but her poor bottom was just a mass of blotchy red. I put my hand on her shoulder. I could feel she was still sobbing quietly. She turned round and very carefully I picked her up and cuddled her while she cried. It felt so close and loving as if she was just a child again. It was the moment I had dreamed of having with her. I was aware that in spite of the burning pain in her bottom she was happy and grateful and, for myself, I felt delightfully at peace. Even though I had come so close to an orgasm from spanking my own daughter I wasn't afraid and it didn't even seem that strange. I was relieved to find that, as with my sister, I wasn't even tempted to involve her in my sexual fulfillment for which I was content to wait. She calmed down as my soft stroking took away the sting. I slowly became aware that Magenta had come back and was standing in the doorway. Gillian became aware of her a little later than I did and turned towards her. For a moment Magenta tried to speak then suddenly tears rushed down her face. "I'm ... sorry ..." was all she managed. As Gillian stood up to meet her she rushed across the floor and they threw themselves into each others arms, sobbing helplessly. They made a beautiful picture. Magenta was taller with a bigger build and she almost lifted Gillian off her feet. The pink dress had fallen back into place but beneath it Gillian's legs were red all the way down her thighs to where her white panties still clung just above her knees. After a few moments they turned back to me. "I've got something to tell you", sobbed Magenta. "No ... hush", said Gillian. "I've got to tell - I feel so bad. It wasn't Gilly's fault. She didn't cheat but when I was caught she took the blame." "Why did you do that, Gillian?" "Magenta's a prefect, Mum. She could have been expelled - they're very strict with prefects." "Gilly told them she was the one who smuggled the book in and that she'd only shown it to me during the exam." A silence fell, broken only by Magenta's whimpering. It almost shocked me that Gillian had been so sure of what she had wanted. She knew she could have told me the truth and I would have understood and I couldn't have spanked her for it. Instead she had chosen to play the whole thing out, taking punishment from me as well as at school. I also loved her for her commitment to her friend and for the fact that I now knew she had resisted the tempation to cheat when it was offered. Magenta though was a different matter. "Thank you for telling me that, Magenta. It was brave of you. It will remain between these four walls otherwise Gillian's sacrifice has been for nothing". "I feel so ashamed." Her misery was tangible. "How can I ever ... No-one even cares enough to punish me." "Magenta ... Yes, you should be punished but ... I am not your parent and it's not my place. However ... " I considered carefully what I was going to say. "... perhaps this is not a matter for parents." I let my words sink in for a moment. "Perhaps the only one who could punish you ... is Gillian." Gillian cried out in horror. "Mum ... no!" "Would you accept that, Magenta, if Gillian were to punish you." "Yes." "Mum, I can't! I ... " "You love her." "Yes. Mum, she's my friend and I love her." "And do I not love you, Gillian?" She stopped short. "Magenta, do you agree that your punishment should be worse than Gillian's?" Magenta blushed. She looked scared and she was breathing quite heavily. "Yes", she whispered. I could see the beginning of a tremble in her hands. I went to the cupboard and took out an old wooden ruler. It was three feet long and I had not used it for anything since I last used it on my sister. "Gillian would not be strong enough to punish you properly in the way that I punished her so instead she will give you ten strokes with this ruler." "Ooh ..." Magenta's little murmur of dismay was not lost on Gillian. I could see she was becoming quite fascinated by what was going on. "It will hurt a lot but it won't harm you. You know you've deserved it, don't you?" "Yes." "Good ... Magenta, I'm going ask you to take off all your clothes." " ... My clothes ..? " "Yes. All of them - now, please, Magenta. Your punishment will be humiliating and it will be painful but you can take that as a sign that Gillian loves you very much and that I care at least enough to take away the burden of what you have done. D'you understand?" "Yes." Suddenly her eyes were shining. Perhaps she understood that for the first time there was someone who cared and that was worth any amount of punishment to her. She stood up proudly and began to unbutton her shirt. Gillian turned to me. "Mum I don't know if I can do this." I kissed her and pulled up her panties taking care not to hurt her. "Gillian, for the first time Magenta is going to get the punishment she deserves." I spoke quietly to her. "For her that's a sign of your love. Give her the ten best strokes you can give - any less would be a lack of love." Behind her Magenta was taking down her jeans. She laid them aside and stood for a moment in her bra and panties, a little uncertain. "Go and help her now. She must be completely naked and you must make her bend over and touch her toes for you. Then punish her, Gillian, with all of your strength and all your love." Gillian took a deep breath and turned round. She went to Magenta and kissed her full on the lips, stroking her hair and then hugging her. They even smiled at each other briefly then Gillian reached round and unhooked Magenta's bra. "And your panties." There was a dark thrill in Gillian's voice. I thought it might disturb Magenta but she had placed herself completely in Gillian's hands - I think she even wanted her friend to get pleasure out of her humiliation. She slipped her panties down and stepped out of them. When she picked them up Gillian took them off her. "Magenta," she said and now there was a new firmness in her tone. "I want you to turn around - right round - and bend over. And you can hold on to your ankles - like you do in gym for leapfrog." The bigger girl did exactly as she was told, bending over with her legs straight and slightly apart. Her bottom was directly in my line of vision and she was completely exposed from her pussy lips up the dark crack to her tiny rosebud anus. There was moisture on her sex and I suppose, given the way she had submitted to Gillian, it would have been obvious she found it exciting. I could see her face through her legs but she had closed her eyes in anticipation of what was to come. Gillian turned to me, her eyes shining like stars and gave me Magenta's panties. I don't know why she did it but I liked the gesture. Gillian took the ruler and weighed it in her hand. Again a little uncertain she glanced at me. It was heavy and there was no doubt it would hurt furiously but she trusted me and remembered what I had told her. She laid it across Magenta's bottom sending a shudder through the defenceless girl. She drew it back and I could tell that the first stroke would be weak - she would need two or three to feel confident. Nevertheless it made Magenta jump when it landed. Gillian wasn't as frail as she looked and it was a heavy ruler. It left a mark and I saw Gillian pause to look at it briefly. Her second stroke brought a choking gasp from Magenta. It was a stronger stroke and went across both buttocks. She was finding her way and I could tell that she wouldn't need me anymore. I was free to sit back and enjoy it. I moved along the sofa a little so that Magenta couldn't see me if she opened her eyes and lifted one side of my skirt. Careful to make sure the loose material covered my arm I slipped my hand between my legs. On Magenta's panties I could smell the scent of her arousal - I loved it. My own were soaking and from the first moment my fingers slipped inside them I knew it really wouldn't take much. By the fourth stroke Magenta was squealing a little. She was trying not to move but she couldn't help jumping with each stroke. Gillian paused and told her she was to keep still and she waited until her friend was calm again. The fifth stroke was beautiful. Gillian had really found her rhythm and she sent a stinging stroke right across the very top part of Magenta's thighs. Because she was so completely bent over, her pussy inevitably bore some of the impact. It gave her a big shock and she howled. The sound seemed to echo through my own sex and gave me new stimulus. Realising the effect she had had Gillian almost immediately repeated the stroke. This time she avoided hitting Magenta's sex lips for fear she might do her some harm but the stroke, just below the previous one, stung terribly and this time Magenta received it with floods of tears. Hearing her beautiful friend crying in pain seemed to spur my daughter on. Two flat hard strokes smacked across Magenta's lower buttocks and brought shrieks and more tears. Magenta was shaking and twisting her bottom now as the burning in her flesh made her desperate. My finger was rubbing almost directly on top of my swollen clittoris and between the effect of that and the pleasure of watching the two of them I could feel my orgasm imminent. Gillian swung again and the howl of pain from Magenta tipped me right over the edge. The force of it swept through my body driving me almost as crazy with pleasure as Magenta was with the pain. Gillian's last stroke was huge. Knowing it was the last one Magenta screamed and clutched her bottom, bouncing up and down in agony. She didn't dare straighten up until she was told. Consumed by my climax I watched this performance, loving how her breasts shook and shuddered with the violence of her movement. My orgasm finally died away as Gillian, in tears now, dropped the ruler and helped Magenta upright with the biggest, sweetest hug I could imagine. I watched the two of them, crying and kissing each other and I thought of my sister. I hoped she could see this. She and I always felt a little guilty about what we did - I guess it was the way we were brought up. We thought of it as a flaw in our personalities - something wrong with us. To look at these two now and to see the pleasure and comfort they brought each other I knew we had been wrong. Whatever the rest of the world said, love was what made us strong and I was happy that we expressed our love this way.