The Jackson School for Girls

                                 THE JACKSON SCHOOL FOR GIRLS

Rose Jackson sat down at her desk, and seemingly looked into space. She put both her hands over her face and gently started to cry. Over the last five years her life had changed so much she did not recognise herself. Here she was at 41 years of age the principle officer of the Jackson School for girls, an institution for young ladies for the sole purpose of becoming victims for old men and women, who were not only able to abuse the girls, but had a very profitable sideline in selling various services to rich and powerful folk.

Why you may ask was Rose Chapman crying having been so successful in life. Well she had just witnessed a girl wet herself out of fear and humiliation at the hands of Jack Peterson.

Jack Peterson was the reason she was here at this point in her life. In fact Jack was the reason she had set up the Jackson reform School. Jack had been blackmailing her for the last five years. And in those five years he had got her to do all his bidding, including the total control of her own two daughters, and the total control of all the young ladies at Jackson.

Fifty young ladies to do whatever he like with.

It had begun five years ago when she was an attractive thirty six year old woman. Around 5ft 10inches tall, with a nice full figure, neatly styled short hair, with good sized breasts.

Jack Peterson had come into her life suddenly. He had phoned her and told her that he wanted to see her about some matter at School, that could not be discussed over the phone. Jack worked for the Dept of correction so getting a call from him was not out of the ordinary.

When they met and what he told her changed her life forever. He had somehow come across her original application file for her current job as principle of a local girls School. He had done some digging and found out that’s Roses degrees where all false and that she had got the job by lying and cheating. She was devastated and she could see her life falling apart before her eyes. No problem assured Jack, he did not intend to do anything about it, all he wanted was a bit of companionship. If Rose was prepared to go out with him on the odd date and introduce him as her boyfriend, then he would be happy. He assured her there would be no funny business, and although she did not like the idea, she found herself backed into a corner.

Jack was not the best looking man in the world. He had a rather lived in look about him, wore thick glasses and was what you might kindly call slightly overweight. Certainly not someone as attractive as Rose would normally be seen with. They had started going out and all seemed fine. No mention of the false degrees and certainly no funny business as Rose would put it.

One Saturday after a date out for lunch, Jack suddenly announced he would like to meet Roses two daughters. Rose was dismayed, “ Please Jack I would rather we kept them out of this little arrangement”. The slap to the face caught her by complete surprise, not to mention the pain. Before she even had time to react, Jack jumped up. “ That’s OK our deal is off, your papers are as good as public knowledge. He turned and started to leave. “ No Jack please wait, we can talk, please don’t go, I am sorry Jack lets just talk”. Jack turned to look at her, he wanted to press home his advantage. “Well then Rose what do you want to do”. Rose raised a sigh and started to sob. “ I am waiting for an answer Rose, don’t keep me waiting”. Rose tried to play for time, but Jack was having none of it. Another slap to the face. “ One last chance Rose, its make your mind up time”. Rose nodded her head, as tears formed on her cheek. “ I will introduce you to them Jack, please don’t go public”. “ Good that’s settled then, but don’t ever answer me back like that again, do you understand”. Rose nodded her head. “ Sorry Jack, it wont happen again”.

The drive home was in total silence as Rose let her head get round what had just happened. Upon arrival Jack told Rose to open the glove compartment and take out what was inside. Rose pulled out a black leather belt. She looked at it as if she was mesmerised with it. Jack laughed as he told he to bring it with her into the house.

Rose followed Jack into her house with her handbag in one hand and the strap in the other. She felt stupid. Settling themselves in the lounge, Jack enquired about what time the girls would be home. “ They should be here by now, they must be running late”. Jack smiled. “ No problem it will give you time to tell me a little about them, you can start with the youngest”. Rose was really at a loss as to what he wanted from her, she told him her name was Jane, she was 17 years old and that she was hoping to join the Police force when she left School. He began to quiz her somewhat and the questions were beginning to make her fell uneasy. Did she have a boyfriend?, was she a virgin?. That question had spooked her and she became very quite. Taking the strap from her, he told her in no uncertain terms that if she did not begin to answer him he would start to use it. Rose told him that she did not have a boyfriend, and that she presumed she was a virgin, but she would prefer him not to ask that sort of question. Jack smiled at her dilemma. “ What size Bra does she take”. That question was out of  order. “ How dare you ask me that about my daughter”. Grabbing her by her arm, he pulled  her over to him and forced her over his knees, pulling her arms hard up her back. She screamed and yelled that he was hurting her. With one hand he held her arms and with the other he slapped her hard on her thighs. Slap after Slap after Slap. “ Oh god please don’t hit me, please don’t hit me, I am sorry, Jack please”. He stopped but did not release her. “ Are you going to answer the question or do I continue, if I continue I will use the strap, its up to you”. Rose was in shock. “ I don’t know what size she is, she is a big girl now, she buys her own Bras”. Jack let go of Rose and she jumped from his knees. “ Go and bend over that table this instance, it looks like I will have to strap a little bit of respect into you”. Rose was scared, her head was spinning and she felt totally defenceless. For the next thirty minutes Jack subjected Rose to a strapping first over her skirt, and then much to her dismay, and shame, he pulled up her skirt and thrashed her over her panties and pantyhose. By the end of the onslaught Rose was utterly defeated. This had gone better and easier than Jack had imagined. She was going to be putty in his hands, and he knew that from her sobs and her blushes.

Having let Rose regain some composure, he had her stand in front of him. With the strap in his hand he began to circle her, admiring the view that she presented to him. “ It seems my dear Rose that you only know the answer to easy questions, so lets start with those. What size Bra do you take”.  Rose sobbed as she begged not to be put through this ordeal. “ I am being very lenient with you Rose seeing as this is your first time, but my patience is running out, now for the last time, what size Bra do you take”. Rose was crying softly as she whispered “ 36D”. Jake was enjoying himself. “ Louder Rose I hardly heard that, and look at me when you say it.”. Hanging her head in shame at the way she was being treated she said “ 36D”. “ In future when we are alone you will address me as Sir, do you understand”. She looked at him and shuddered. He began to raise the strap and she heard herself say “ Yes Sir”. Again Jack started to circle her. She looked remarkably good in the outfit. Her legs looked well, encased as they were in  black pantyhose. He had already seen that under them she was wearing White panties, but he decided that this was a good time to start her humiliation. “ I think its about time I got a good look at your legs, you have a fine pair of legs, so lets get better acquainted. Lift your dress high above the waistband of your panties”. There was no movement from Rose as her mind took in what she had been asked to do. “Well Rose that’s alright, you have just earned yourself a strapping, and don’t say I didn’t warn you”. “ Oh Jack please have some pity on me”. Jack walked round the side of Rose and without warning brought the strap down with such veracity it was probably a good thing she was dressed. He continued to bring the strap down all over her body. Her hands taking many a belt as she tried to protect herself. He stopped his onslaught and took in the sight of her crying. “ I will do it, please don’t hit me again, I will do it”.  Jack smiled inwardly to himself. “ Good, where were we, are yes, I believe you were are about to do something, is that right Rose”.  “ Yes Jack” Rose replied. Without giving Rose a chance to see it coming Jack brought the strap down twice catching her on her shoulder. Her screams were loud and long. Jack let her calm down for a minute. Her distress was exiting him. “  I think you forgot to call me something, and I suggest you try to remember what it is, or it could be a long night for you”.  In all her panic Rose had genuinely forgot . She racked her brain as she tried to remember. She looked imploringly into his eyes, but they were hard and unforgiving. “ This is your final warning, when we are alone you will call me Sir” . God how stupid could she be. “ Sorry Sir, it wont happen again”. “ The next time you will be punished without clothes on, do you understand”. Wanting the floor to swallow her up, she told him shed would not forget again. “ Good now continue”. Rose took a deep breath, bent slightly and took the hem of her skirt between her hands, and ever so slowly started to raise the skirt up her legs. “ Stop this instance  and lower that skirt, it looks to me like you don’t want to do this, and that means a strapping, what’s it to be Rose , the skirt up or a strapping”. Rose looked at Jack, tears running down both cheeks, her makeup was smudged. “ Sir I don’t want to be strapped, Sir I will do it Sir, please don’t hit me again”. She was besides herself, and was beginning to realise that doing what he asked would save her pain and discomfort. “ Well that puts a different light on the matter, but just to be sure that we know what it is you want to do, I think you should tell me what it is”. Rose took a deep breath and pulled her shoulders back. “ Please Sir can I lift up my skirt and show you my legs”.

“ Why of course you can my dear Rose, but first let me make myself comfortable”. Jack walked over to the sofa on the far side of the room and sat down, pushing together a couple of cushions, then crossing his feet. “ Over here girl” he shouted at her. The term girl had an immediate effect on her, it belittled her more than she cared to admit. It was a term she used on her pupils at School, and somehow made her feel so vulnerable. She walked over and stood in front of him. He just smiled at her and nodded. She again reached down and began to raise the skirt, so that the man on the sofa could look at something no man had seen for over ten years, since the death of her husband. Higher and higher the Skirt was lifted and Jack could not hide his excitement at what was unfolding before his eyes, suddenly the skirt had reached a height that allowed her panties under her pantyhose to become visible. Jack noticed a slight hesitation, he simply reached forward and delivered a slap right on Roses unprotected thigh. The slap hurt but she continued to lift  the skirt higher. She had reached the top of the panties, and looked at Jack for some sort of response. He looked her straight in the eye and told her to continue. She was now above the waistband of the pantyhose, but dare not stop. Her skirt was by now as high as the middle of her waist. She had never pulled a skirt this high before, she had no need to, and she felt so defenceless and humiliated. She started to sob as she tried to bunch the skirt even higher. Jack took in this wonderful sight that most men would give their right arm for. The White of the panties showing through the black of the pantyhose was very sexy indeed. “ Good girl that’s much better, I think we are beginning to understand each other. He looked at her waiting for an answer. “ Yes Sir”. she replied. A vision of beauty for him to feast his eyes on. “ Step closer girl, here between my legs. When Rose was in position Jack simply put his hands on each thigh and began to feel her up. Within minutes he had pulled down her pantyhose and was inspecting her panties. He had initially thought they were cotton, but in reality they were a sort of satin material. He examined the tiny frill on each leg, and casually ran his hand all over these exquisite panties, adding greatly to the humiliation of Rose. At this point they could both hear noises, and Jack knew it was the daughters returning home. Rose was beginning to panic, but dare not move until told too. Finally Jack told her to pull up her pantyhose and lower the skirt. With remarkable calmness he told her it was time for her to introduce him to her daughters.

When the girls came through the door, they stood back in a surprised shock. The last thing they expected to see was a man. Rose jumped in quickly and introduced Jack who she said was a friend of hers. Both girls nodded a quick hello and almost immediately vanished upstairs. It had been a quick meeting, but Jack had been pleased with what he saw. He turned to face Rose and with a casualness that would not have happened an hour ago, he reached out, and squeezed her left Breast through her blouse. Rose stood still while he felt her, lowering her head in shame, and again a tear formed in her eye. “ I think we understand each other don’t we girl”. After a slight pause, Rose raised her head and looked at him. “ Yes Sir”. She replied before starting to gently sob.

 

                                                                     CHAPTER  2

                                               THE GRIP TIGHTENS

       Not much more could be achieved for the rest of the day, as Jack did not want to hurry his plan. All would be achieved more efficiently by being patient. The next day being Sunday Jack called round to accompany the family to mass, a tradition he did not hold but knew they did. Sunday also formed part of his plan as he had seen families who went to church and always admired the way they dressed up for the occasion. He intended to make Sundays very enjoyable in the future.

The girls looked wonderful in their Sunday best and Jack was on his best behaviour. Over the next few weeks Jack made Rose his personal property. Rose was a means to an end for Jack. He was using her to get at her daughters, and ultimately even more girls.

He decided to have a little fun with Rose and as humiliation was his scene, he decided that he would make Rose wear some of her daughters underwear. One evening when they were out, he began to plot their eventual and oh so slow and humiliating downfall.

Rose was told to go and fetch a couple of the girls Bras and panties. Easy way to find out what size they are is to check, he told her. This was a moment she had been dreading. It was bad enough what he was doing to her, but to involve her daughters was something she wasn’t sure she could handle. The hesitation cost her dear. She was made to raise her skirt above her Panties, and as he circled her, he brought the strap down first across her bottom, gradually working his way across her thighs. She hated it across her thighs, it was somehow more personal, and it hurt like hell. The strapping’s were getting more frequent lately, and she was beginning to tremble each and every time she saw Jack. This was exactly what Jack wanted. He never once got tired of looking at her with her skirt bunched up around her waist as he inspected her underwear. He had not yet taken her sexually, he was enjoying just controlling her. The threat of the sexual act was enough at the moment to allow him to control her.

“ Well girl do you have something you want to ask me”. He asked her as he looked at the red marks on her thighs. “ Yes Sir could I please go and get some of Jean and Clare’s  underwear so you can see what size they are”. Rose was blushing deeply. She felt deep shame at what she knew was going to happen. It cant be right, they were her daughters. “ What a good idea Rose, leave the skirt bunched up, go and get some of your daughters underwear and lets investigate”. Rose almost ran out of the room as she went to get her daughters intimate garments so a man could inspect them.

Jack was pleased with the way things were progressing, he made a slight adjustment down by his crotch, he did not want her to see his erection just yet,

He sat on the sofa in Roses front room. He was pleased with himself. Stood in front of him was Rose Chapman, he had made her remove her skirt and pantyhose, but had let her leave on her Bra and Panties. The Bra was simple and plain, the sort of Bra that most women would wear on an ordinary day. He liked that, he loved to see women in what he considered their normal underwear. The Panties were also a sort of everyday affair, White cotton, with pink around the legs and the waist. Very fetching. He turned his attention to the underwear that Rose had given him. He held up a Black Bra, running his hands over the fabric. Rose was feeling very uneasy. This was not right. “ Whose  Bra is this Rose”. She looked at him like a little girl lost. “ Well, which of you daughters owns this Bra Rose, is the question too difficult for you”. Poor Rose had nowhere to go, she was churning inside. “ Think about your replies girl, as the strap is not too far away”. Rose wanted to run. “ Please Sir this is so not right Sir”. Jack grinned as he pointed to a table. “ Go get the strap from the table and hand it to me”. Rose panicked at the realisation of what was going to happen. “ Sorry Sir, its Clare’s Sir, its Clare’s”. Rose hung her head as she told him that the Bra belonged to her 18 year old daughter. “That’s better my dear, so simple isn’t it”.

“ Yes Sir sorry”. He gave the Bra to her. Now hold it up in front of me so that I can get a good look at your daughters Bra”. Rose held out the Bra as instructed and died a thousand deaths inside. “ What size does it say it is”. Rose looked at the tab at the back of the Bra and told him it was 34C. “ Good now take off your Bra and put on your daughters, if I can not see your daughter in her Bra then I might as well look at her Mother in it”. Rose was dumbfounded. “ Sir it is too small for me Sir, please don’t make me do this, its my daughters, its not right Sir, please don’t make me”. Rose started to sob as it dawned on her the path this was taking. “ Come stand in front of me, between my legs”. Rose edged closer and placed herself between his legs. He placed his hands on her thighs and ran them up to his bottom, cupping her bottom cheeks over her panties. She hated him with a passion, but she remained still as he took these awful liberties with her.

He lowered his hands down her thighs, and suddenly he slapped her hard across her naked thighs. The indignity of it was as bad as the sting it caused. “ When you are given an order you will obey”. He began to slap each thigh with gusto. At least ten hard slaps hit each bare thigh, both front and back. The pain intensified and Rose was truly scared. As soon as he stopped the onslaught Rose dropped to her knees and putting her hands out towards him begged to be allowed to try on the Bra. “ Please Sir let me put Clare’s Bra on for you Sir, please Sir”. Jack reached out and patted her on her head, almost like you would a pet dog. “ Certainly my dear, you can put on your daughters Bra, so that I can imagine her in it. That’s very generous of you, your daughters must be very proud of you. Not many Mothers would offer to wear their daughters small Bra, so that a gentleman could see what it might look like on one of her little girls”. The words hit Rose like a bolt. The verbal assault was as bad as the slapping. Rose Chapman dropped her head in shame and sobbed her heart out in front of this awful man. Giving her a few minutes to recover her composure and also revelling in her humiliation, he had her stand in front of him. “ Now lets get on with what we were doing, Take of your Bra  Rose”. Rose took off her Bra, and not knowing what to do with it, she just stood there holding it in her hand. Jack took in the scene. What a wonderful sight. Her breasts were indeed wonderful. For a woman of her age there was very little sag. He let her stand in her shame for a minute or so, before taking her Bra from her and handing her Clare’s Bra. “ I hope this Bra is in good condition girl, I will not tolerate underwear that is not immaculate. From now on I think I will instigate underwear inspections, and if your underwear, and that of your daughters does not meet with my approval, there will be severe consequences”. The last comment hit her hard and he could tell she was confused.

“ Oh don’t worry, you will take the underwear inspections initially, but it wont be long before I am in complete control of the underwear inspections of the Chapman household. I will tell you exactly how we are going to achieve this , but first thing first, lets see what you look like in Clare’s Bra”. Rose knew the Bra would not fit, but put it on anyway. It felt uncomfortable and pinched her. It left bits of breast hanging out of the sides and front. She felt mortified, but stood with her hands down by her side. He openly laughed at her, and tears began to drop down her cheeks. Next Jack picked up one of the other Bras. He held it out in front of him, and ran his hand over the fabric. The Bra was White but far from it being plain, it was patterned and was covered with little Blue flowers. “ This is a very attractive Bra Rose, who does it belong to, and Rose be careful how you answer me”. That Bra Sir belongs to my 17 year old daughter Jean”. He handed it to her. “ Hold it up and tell me what size it is”. Rose found herself stood in front of him, dressed in her Panties and her daughters Bra which was 2 sizes too small for her and holding out her other daughters Bra for a gentleman to inspect. “  Its 32C Sir”. Rose could not believe this.

“ And very pretty it is as well, I am sure you would like to model it for me wouldn’t you”. Rose stood and swayed on her feet. What more did this man want. She explained that she didn’t think she could get it on as it was four times smaller than her size. “ Nonsense girl, get it on this minute” It took Rose ten minutes to get Jeans Bra on to Jacks satisfaction. It was pinching her very hard, it was agony and dug into her tender flesh. It was grotesque, making her look deformed, but Jack loved it. To him it looked divine. What a way to humiliate a woman he thought, and in her own teenage daughters Bra.

The Bra was four sizes too small and two cup sizes too small. Never before had she felt so degraded. The Bra just on top of her breast and squashed every thing else. It dug into her shoulders cruelly, and it looked like it might burst open any time.  Jack stood and walked round her, every now and again he poked some of the breast flesh that was hanging out from the Bra at all angles. It looked comical, as the very pretty Bra sat almost on the top of her Tits. The shame bore into her. Jack sat back down and looking at the rest if the underwear he picked out a small pair of White cotton panties, very plain but with a little light blue bow sat high in the middle at the front. He turned them inside out, rubbing and feeling them. He gave them to Rose and she did not need to be told to hold them up, so that he could see them as she held them up for his inspection. “ Who do the Panties belong too Rose”. She sucked in air as she felt she might feint. “ Sir they are Jeans, and they are a match for this Bra”. Jack looked at the pitiful sight he was responsible for creating. “ Put them on”. The command was all she needed and poor Rose removed her Panties and handed them to Jack. Putting them on was a struggle, by no means as hard as the Bra, but it took a lot of tugging to get them over her thighs and bottom. It did give Jack a wonderful view as this attractive middle aged woman gave him some very intimate view of her, that she never wanted to show him. He had got some wonderful views of her pussy, which he noted had been neatly trimmed. Finally stood in front of Jack was a 36 year old attractive woman, a Mother of two teenage girls. She was dressed in the Bra and Panties of her young 17 year old daughter. She was shamed beyond belief. And was as red as a beetroot. Time for the digital thought Jack. And so for the next hour or so Rose was made to pose in both her daughter underwear, poses that shamed and humiliated her. These were more ammunition for him to use later when his plan would get more daring. 

                                                    UNDERWEAR INSPECTIONS BEGIN.

Over the next week Jack concentrated on breaking Roses will completely and he achieved this by continually humiliating her in various ways. She was made to wear both her daughters underwear on a regular basis. This she found extremely difficult, especially Jeans, where the size difference gave her constant discomfort. The effect of Jeans Bra was making her look flat and disjointed under her own clothes. The marks from the small Bra were digging into her skin and making her very sore. She had asked Jack if she could put some cream on, but all that did was earn her another strapping. She was very afraid of Jack by this time, and it was at this point that he decided to make his move to bring the girls into his games. Rose was given the weekend to explain to the girls the situation with Jack. The false diplomas and the digital photos were all to be explained. She was to show them the strap, which she was to explain was used on her whenever she did not do as she was told. Jack thought this would be a good way of breaking the ice.

He knew the girls would rebel, but was wise enough to know that when they realised the hold he had over their Mother, they would be far less likely to give him a major problem. He kept in  touch by phone over the weekend, and was told about their tantrums, and their threats to go to the Police. He kept guiding by phone and by Sunday evening he decided to test the waters. Rose was told to tell the girls that he would be at the house at 7 pm and that he was going to explain how the new regime was going to work. He had an idea they would rebel, so Rose had to tell them that if they were late or one or both did not turn up then all false papers would be given to the Police. Jack new this his trump card, plus the fact their Mother would be begging them not to do anything foolish.

Jack let himself into the house and found only Rose in the lounge. “ Where are the girls”. He wanted to know. “ Go and get the strap, it looks like you’ve earned a thrashing”. Rose panicked and assured him they were upstairs. “ Please Sir let me go and get them”. Jack slapped Rose hard across the face. “ Do as you were told, that little outburst has just cost you”.

Rose ran over to where the strap was kept, and brought it back to Jack. “ Strip naked and bend over, knees wide and grip you’re your hands around your legs”. Rose was in turmoil. Her daughters were upstairs, they had rebelled all weekend, and know she was being told to strip for a strapping. After her failed pleadings, she began to strip. Within a few minutes she was naked. She still covered herself with her hands, something jack found cute. He loved the look on her face when he told her to put her hands by her side so that he could look at her pussy and Tits. The crude words were hard for her to take, and this gave him extra pleasure. When she took up the required pose, his loins began to stir. It was a wonderful sight. He circled her, reaching out every now and then, to touch and prod various parts of her body. She was gently whimpering, to frightened to say or do anything. CRACK. He brought the strap down hard on the back of her right thigh, and the scream she let out was heart rendering. Just what he wanted, as he wanted the noise to travel upstairs to where the girls were. He waited a minute, listening to the scurrying upstairs, the sound of the footsteps coming downstairs. Both girls ran into the room screaming and cursing. “ One more step from either of you and the strapping will continue”. Jack screamed at the top of his voice. He brought the strap above his head as if to emphasise the point. It had the desired effect and both girls stopped. In front of him he had two very angry young ladies, but he also had one very frightened Mother and that was his trump card. “ Go over to the sofa, both of you and stand in front of it Jack screamed”. No one moved, so he simply raised the strap and brought it down hard on the same thigh. Rose let out an agonising scream, and struggled to keep her balance. Jack gave her another belt, this time on the other thigh, and her scream was deafening. He looked at the girls. “ This will continue until you do as you are told”. With that he gave her another belt, this time causing her to lose her balance. “ Get back into position woman”. He screamed at her. Rose was terrified as she scampered up and retook her position. Jack watched as both girls stood in front of the sofa wandering what to do. They were mortified at having seen their naked Mother thrashed with a belt. The angry young women were beside themselves, but at a loss what to do. He walked over to them and sat down on the sofa. “ Glad you could join us ladies, although I am sure your Mother would have preferred you to have been on time. isn’t that so Rose”. Rose was still in her undignified position. “ yes Sir”. Was all she could say. “ Stand up and come and join us Rose, come stand beside your daughters”. Rose gently got up, and gingerly walked over to join her daughters. She stood there, her hands down by her side facing Jack and next to her daughters, a defeated woman. “ Cover yourself up with your hands woman, have you no modesty, The girls have probably never seen you like this before Eh girls”. All that was coming out of the girls were sobs. There world had just been turned upside down by this middle aged man.

“ Now lets get this straight from the word go, when I ask you a question I expect an answer, I know this will take some getting used to, but get used to it you will, make no mistake about that. The strap can and will be used on you whenever you cross me, but for now it will be easier for me to punish your Mother for your mistakes. Do I make myself clear”. There was total silence in the room except for the sound of sobbing. “ Oh dear Rose this could be a long night for you, go and bend over again, your daughters refusal to answer has cost you a belt”. Rose started to turn round. “ Don’t hit her anymore, for gods sake what is this”. It was Jean who had spoken. “ Are you going to be good”. Clare ran at him, but he was too fast for her, and grabbed her by her arms. “ You have just earned your Mother a severe thrashing”. He threw Clare to the ground and began to thrash Rose with awful severity. Her screams were deafening, and they frightened the young girls. Before long the room was full of sobbing women. Rose was in agony. She had taken a severe thrashing and Jack let her daughters hug her as they all cried in each others arms.

“ Now are we going to be good or do I continue”. They begged him not to hit their Mother again and promised him they would be good. Jack grinned as he told them today started the beginning of the rest of their lives, and that as long as they did as they were told, then they would be fine. Rose was told to stand next to her daughters, and he looked at the line of women in front of him. Jean Chapman aged 17. Clare Chapman aged 19, and a very naked Rose Chapman aged 36.

Rose had stopped in her tracks when she heard the girls say they would be good, hoping for a reprieve. Not so. “ Rose you were told to go and bend over, do it now”. Shouted Jack. Rose sobbed as she walked to the centre of the room, and took up the degrading position. “ That’s better, Girls I will go easy on you tonight, seeing as you are new to all this. But make no mistake obedience is what I am after and that is exactly what I will get. With that he walked over to Rose and brought the strap down hard on the right side of her bottom. She screamed and danced, and her daughters put their hands up to their mouths and cried. “ Do I give her more or are wed going to be good”. “ Yes, Yes we will be good, don’t hit her anymore, please don’t hit her anymore”. Jack sauntered over to the sofa. He felt good, this was going better than he thought. Sitting down, he told Rose to join them. Slowly, slowly was going to be his policy. “ Because the girls have agreed to be good I am going to allow you to put your Bra and Panties back on. Rose was so relieved that she thanked him, suddenly realising that she had actually thanked him because he had given her permission to wear her underwear.

“ See girls I hope you noticed there that your Mother was grateful for what I was allowing her to do, and felt it her duty to thank me. Watch and learn girls, it may save you in the long run”.

Rose joined her daughters, standing in front of Jack. “ Good I will begin by asking some questions, if I do not get honest answers, your Mother will be thrashed, and I do mean thrashed severely. Do you understand”. Both girls nodded. They were in a world of their own, they could not comprehend what was happening to them. “ When I ask a question you will answer, and you will always refer to me as Sir, there will be no exceptions to this rule, failure will result in a punishment. Do you understand? “ Yes Sir”. Both girls answered almost together. “ You Jean tell me about yourself, I know you are 17, do you have a boyfriend”. “ No Sir”. Have you ever had a boyfriend”. Jean was getting embarrassed at this line of questioning. “ No Sir, not one I have ever been out with”. Jack grinned. “ Are you a virgin”. The question shook her but she had cottoned on enough to know she needed to answer. Not even her Mother had asked her that. “ I am waiting girl”. Jean stuttered over her answer telling him, that she was a virgin. “ How far have you gone with a boy”. “ Sir I have done nothing with a boy”. Jack was in his ally now as he teased and humiliated the young girl with his questions. “ Have you ever been felt up”. Jean was a a girl with fire in her belly. “ How dare you ask me these questions, its not right” She stamped the floor. Jack smiled. “ Rose take up your position, it seems your youngest doesn’t mind if you get thrashed”. Jean panicked, this couldn’t be happening. “ Sir Oh no don’t hit her, I am sorry Sir, please don’t hit her. No Sir I have never been felt up”. “ Stay where you are Rose. We will see how Clare here answers the questions before we decide whether to punish you. Go ahead Clare, I don’t want to repeat myself, so just answer the questions I asked Jean, and make sure young lady you answer them truthfully”. Clare took a deep breath, and then trying to remember the humiliating questions, she stood with her hands by her side and in deep shame she replied. “ Sir I do not have a boyfriend at the moment, I am a virgin”. Jack sighed. “ Not good enough Clare, I want more detail, think hard before your answer girl, this is your last time. I want every detail of your love life to date or I will thrash Mummy”. What an ultimatum for the poor defenceless girl. The girls head was spinning but she knew she had to answer. “ I do not have a boyfriend at the moment, I am a virgin, and am saving myself for my husband. I once had a boyfriend who I was a little bit intimate with”. At this point she put her hands up to her face and sobbed deeply into them. She had never felt shame and humiliation like this in all her life. “ Sir he never saw me naked, no man has seen me naked Sir”. Oh Jack could not believe his luck. He had really lucked out with this family. He was going to have so much fun with them.

Rose you are to be congratulated on the way you have brought these two young ladies up”. “ Thank you Sir”. A defeated Rose replied. She knew what lay in store for them.

Jack went on to explain his new role as the head of the household, and that the rules he was going to impose on them were for their own good, a lot of what he was saying was going over their heads, so much to take in on the first night. “ You will get used to the rules and you will obey them. The first new rule I am going to impose is to do with hygiene, so many young people these days ignore it, but I can assure you that under my guidance you will not. From now on, underwear inspections will form part of your daily routine. Each evening before you go to bed, you will pick out your next mornings underwear, this will be presented to your Mother, so she can check it for flaws, wear and tear and cleanliness. There will be an underwear book and all your Mothers findings will be recorded in it. When you come home from school the next day, and before you go to bed you are to present yourself to your Mother, you will more than likely be in you nightdress or pyjamas. In one hand you will have the underwear that you have worn that day, in the other you will have the underwear you intend to were the next day. Your Mother will inspect the underwear and make notes in the underwear book. Although I will not be taking part in this routine, I will make random checks to make sure it is being done correctly”. He paused for a moment to look in their faces. “ Any questions ask now as it will be too late after tonight”. There was total silence in the room except for sobs and sniffling. Jack walked over to a wardrobe on the far side of the room, and as if by magic he produced a thick book, handing it to Rose, he announced that it was the underwear book. “ Keep it safe and up to date, failure to do so will result in a thrashing”. Then he dropped the bombshell. “ Right girls off you go and pick out your underwear for tomorrow,  bring them down here and present them for inspection”. Both girls just stood, almost as if they were stuck to the floor. They could not believe what was happening. “ Go now, this minute”. Jack screamed at them, and they both ran out of the room, crying in almost total disbelief. Looking at Rose with a huge grin on his face, he told her to get dressed. “ I think you deliberately like to stand in front of me in your underwear to get me aroused”. The remark was like a slap in the face to Rose. Little did she realise how much her life and that of her beloved daughters was about to change forever.

After about ten minutes, both girls silently entered the room. They had obviously been crying, but had made an effort to compose themselves. They were told to stand in front of Rose and Jack who were sat on the sofa. Jack told them that each evening they were to present themselves to their Mother for the inspection. “ If however your Mother has a guest with her at the time of the inspection, then you will introduce yourselves, the reason why you are there, in other word an underwear inspection, and you will tell your Mother where the underwear will be worn. That could be School, shopping or a dance”.

The girls were sobbing, the mention of a guest was a shock. Jean and Clare were in shock. Jack was getting horny. He surveyed the scene in front of him. Two attractive teenagers waiting to have their underwear inspected.

He had both girls stand directly in front of him. Holding a Bra in one hand and a pair of panties in the other. Rose was sat next to him with the book open on her lap, ready to record the details. “ Clare you are the eldest so you can begin, and remember to give as much sign as possible. If a question has to be asked, then that will be deemed that you have withheld information that I want, and that will result in a punishment”. Poor Clare stood still for a moment, she shifted on her feet, and as Jack looked directly into her face a tear began to form. The room was silent as she composed herself. He deliberately said nothing, knowing that this would add to the tension. Clare let out a sort of nervous cough, and then finally began her ordeal that would lead her to the bowls of hell.

“ Clare Chapman aged 18 presenting herself for an underwear inspection, the underwear is to be worn tomorrow at School”. She held out her hand and offered him her Bra. “ Please Sir would you like to inspect my Bra”. Jack studied her red face, she was blushing and silently crying. He was in heaven. He took the Bra from her and smiled. He unfolded the Bra and held it up taking one strap in one hand and the other in his other hand. “ A very sensible White plain Bra I see Clare, does it fit you well” The question seemed to hit Clare like a slap. “ Answer girl or you will be punished”. Clare was mortified. What had she done to deserve this humiliation! “ Yes Sir”. was all she could manage. Jack looked at the Bra. “ Remind me girl what size Breasts you have”. The poor girl was in absolute turmoil as she struggled with her emotions. Again she took a deep breath. “ 34C Sir”. Jack was loving this, he had this girl in a tizzy. He was thinking at this time he could push her a little more, even though it was early in his plan. Whilst she stood in front of him blushing, and with tear filled eyes, he started to discuss the Bra with her. She was dying with shame as he discussed how she put on her Bra and how she knew it fitted her. At Jacks next comment Clare imagined the bottom had dropped out of her world. “ I am not sure this Bra will fit you, put it on for me”. Smiling at her. “ Don’t worry you can go to your room to put it on, show me your Panties before you go”. With that he handed the Bra back to Clare and she handed him the Panties. He looked at her and smirked, that smirk sent a shiver down her spine. She knew what he was waiting for. She braced herself, and looked at him “ Please Sir would you inspect my panties that I will be wearing for School tomorrow”. Her heart almost stopped at this invasion of privacy. Jean stood  by her side fidgeting, holding a Bra in one hand, and a pair of her Panties in the other Little teardrops fell down her cheeks. Jack held the Panties up for inspection, thus giving everyone in the room a good luck at them. The Panties were White cotton, with a tiny White frill around the legs. He made a great point of inspecting the frill. He turned the Panties inside out and held out the crotch high for all of them to see. “ I want this area on all your panties spotless. From my experience young ladies are lazy and would rather keep on a soiled pair than change. If during an underwear inspection a soiled pair of Panties is found, the owner of them will get a severe thrashing”. Both girls were beside themselves with dread and shame. Rose was told to make a note in the underwear book, a nd told to mark Clares underwear as perfect. “ Clare go and put on the inspected underwear and then dress in your School uniform. Wait in your bedroom until you are sent for”. Clare ran from the room, she had never been so humiliated in all her 18 years.

Jack looked at Jean who had stood and watched as her older sister had been shamed and humiliated. He simply nodded. “ Jean Chapman, age 17 presenting her underwear for  inspection. I will be wearing them for School tomorrow”. She handed him her Bra. “ Please Sir would you inspect my Bra”. Jack took the Bra from her and held both straps as he had done to Clares, holding it up for all to see. He dictated to Rose what to put in the underwear book. “ Plain White Bra, almost a training Bra” he told Rose. Looking at Jean, “what sized are your breasts young lady”. He said it in a way he knew it would embarrass her. Jean was crying openly now, but between sobs she managed to tell him that she was 32C. “ This thing doesn’t even look that size, are you sure it fits”. She could see that this was going the same way as Clares inspection, but she was powerless to prevent it. “ Yes Sir it does fit me”. “ Well we will see shortly, hand me your Panties”. Jack took the Panties from her and held them up for his perusal. Again they were White cotton School Panties. He had not expected anything else. But the pure humiliation etched on the girls face was exiting to him. He ran his hand over them and then turned them inside out Jean squirmed as she watched him and poor Rose was destroyed as this man shamed her daughters. “ Go and put them on and then put on your uniform. Wait with your sister to be called”. Jean took the underwear and just like Clare she ran from the room.

He looked at Rose who was dying a death in her new role. Her daughters were being humiliated in front of her eyes and there was nothing she could do about it. Jack casually leant over and placed his hand on her right breast, and began to squeeze it ever so gently. He smiled at her shame. “ Push it out to me, how dare you make it difficult for me”. Rose arched her back to push the breasts forward. “ That’s better, I think you may be learning your place in this family. Off you go then and get your underwear for the morning, don’t bother to bring it down, just put it on under what you will be wearing, then wait upstairs until I call you”. Rose got up and headed for the door. “ Oh and send down your daughters”.

Jean and Clare came through the door and went over to where Jack was sat on the sofa. “ Don’t you knock before entering, get out now and knock and wait until you are told to enter”. Both girls went back out and knocked, He deliberately made them wait several minutes before telling them to enter.

Standing in front of him was a sight most men would find attractive. A 17 year old and an 18 year old dressed in the School uniform of an exclusive private girls School. He took in the sight and marvelled at it, as the girls stood with their heads bowed, frightened, humiliated and scared. “ Clare go and get me the strap”. Clare just stood open mouthed, before she looked around and saw the strap on a table. Gathering it up she handed it to Jack. “ For not knocking before you entered the room you will both receive 2 strokes of the strap”. Before the statement had time to register, he grabbed Clare by the arm and marched her into the centre of the room and stood her before him. “ Hold out your hand and before you do anything let me tell you that any hesitation will just mean you get more. Clare was dying, she had never been hit before in her life. She was frightened, her heart was beating madly. She held out her right hand shoulder high, she clenched here face and closed her eyes. “ Jean get over here and stand by you sister, get your right hand out”. Jean scurried over and did as she was told. She was too frightened not to. Both girls got 2 hard belts across the palms of their hands and you would have thought that had been shot. They danced and yelped and put their hands down between their legs in an effort to stop the burning sensation. “ Any failure to obey the rules, or answer a question will be punished make no mistake. I have lost my patience with you two do you understand. “ Yes Sir they both shouted. “ Turn sideways so I can see you in profile, I am not convinced those Bras fit you girls”. Both girls did as they were told, but the way Jack was using his words was having the desired effect, and both were deeply offended at being spoken too like this. “ See I told you so, neither of you seem to have a great deal of support. Both of you shake your breasts up and down so I can determine the amount of support you have. The girls were horrified, but as Jack raised the strap Jean made a half hearted attempt. Clare followed and Jack almost burst out laughing. This was going better than he had hoped. “ Get to it and shake them properly”. The girls shook them in their School blouses and gave Jack a wonderful spectacle.

“ OK stop, I cant get a proper view with those blouses on, turn and face me and remove them”. A big moment had arrived in the evenings entertainment, for that’s what it was to Jack. He had already established that no male had ever seen these two sisters even in their Bras. They were just about to show him, a 50 year old man something they had treasured all their lives. Moreover it was being done on the pretence of an underwear inspection being dine for their own good. The girls were beside themselves, but Jack only had to say the word “ Strap” and it had the desired effect. Both girls reached for the buttons on the blouses, Jack was content, He would wait until they had their blouses off and then he would strap them as they stood in front of him in their Bras. And that is exactly what he did. Both girls got another 2 across the palm of the other hand, but this time stood in front of him in their Bras and School tunic. They were pleading for mercy and promising never to disobey again. Jack was in heaven. He put the strap down and told them that the next time he had to use it he would give it to them on another part of their anatomy. He sat back, let the pain in their hands subside, and looked forward to the rest of the evening.

                                                                          CHAPTER  FOUR

                                                                   THE GIRLS DIE OF SHAME

Both girls were dying in their shame as they stood before Jack dressed in just Bras and School tunic. They were crying openly. “ Stand two feet apart, Jean lean forward and place your hands on your knees, That’s it girl, bend over towards me, right down girl, that’s it”. Clare was made to do the same, this gave him a view of the top of each girls breast. Much to their dismay he had them shake their breasts for him, He stood up and walked around them. Their skirts had rode up at the back due to the bending forward and this gave him a wonderful view of a long expanse of thigh, covered in a nice pair of Black Pantyhose, which he knew formed part of the uniform. They knew what he was looking at and that made it sweeter for him. He reached out and took the strap at the back of Clares Bra and pulled on it, causing her shoulders to rise up. This is what he wanted. “ I told you to stay down, and with that he let the Bra strap go, took a step back, bent over and gave her a hard slap across her unprotected thigh. She gulped with pain and also with the indignity that was being taken with her. He moved over to Jean and repeated his act with the Bra strap. Jean pulled against the strap, which meant she didn’t rise up, thus avoiding a slap. They are learning he thought.

He made them stand up straight and face him. “ How long is it since you had your breasts measured”. He asked them. The girls just stood in front of him and sobbed. Again he left them to wallow in their shame for a few minutes. “ It appears you both need your breast measuring, would you like me to measure them for you, I will not do it if you don’t want me too, as I understand it is a very intimate action, especially for someone who has never had their breasts seen naked by any one else”. I will give you a minute to think about it, but bear in mind that if you don’t let me measure them then I will think they don’t fit you that you are wearing the wrong size Bra. That means that at each and every underwear inspection you will be punished for wearing an ill fitting Bra”. He had them backed in a corner. “ Its your decision ladies, what’s it to be”. Both girls sobbed as they nodded their heads in agreement. “ Well ladies I think being the gentleman that I am, I would have to hear it from your own lips that you want me to measure your breasts, it’s a very intimate act and I couldn’t do it if you didn’t ask me. Clare as the eldest you can ask me first, but make it sound sincere otherwise I wont do it, and remember the consequences if you don’t”. Clare took her usual deep breath to compose herself. “ Please Sir would you please measure my breast Sir”. Jack grinned. “ Why do you want me to measure them girl”. Clare sobbed openly. “ To see if my Bra fits me Sir£. She was broken. She sobbed openly as she contemplated what had happened to her over the last hour. She was so overcome with emotion that Jean made a move to console her. “ Stay put Jean and ask the same question, that is if you want to”. Jack sat back and waited. Jean went through the charade as Clare and asked Jack if he would measure her breasts. The girls were shell shocked. The oral humiliation Jack was putting them through was indeed something they had never experienced. He gave them a short time to recover. He then informed them that their breasts would be measured with their Mother present. “ I think that’s only right girls don’t you”. Again he was verbally abusing her.

He informed them that in the meantime he wanted to see how their panties looked and fitted. Clare take the hem of your School uniform, lift it and bunch it above the waistband of your Panties”. Clare had gone beyond being shocked at the request, She knew that this request was sexual. Jack jumped up and grabbed her he bent her over and rained blow after blow on her thighs. She was struggling under his power and begging him to stop. Pleading with him and telling him she would do it. He let go and getting her to stand in front of him as he sat on the sofa he had her tell him what she was going to do. She was in a shocking state, her hair was falling over her face and getting wet with her tears. “ Tell me now”. Jack screamed. Both girls jumped, but Clare knew what she had to do. “ Please Sir can I lift my skirt up to my waist, so that you can inspect my underwear”. Jean was made to ask the same question. Then for the next ten minutes he had them lift their skirt, and he made them turn sideways, back, front and walk round the room with their skirts bunched up showing their White cotton School Panties. The sight of two teenage sisters stood side by side dressed in their Bras and their School uniform bunched up around their waist, showing their White Panties underneath their Black smooth pantyhose was unbelievable. It would drive most males mad with desire, and Jack was no exception. He had them drop their skirts before he burst a blood vessel. He need time to calm down. He had Clare stand to one side and decided that it would be nice to concentrate on one girl at a time for a while

“Jean take off that skirt. I want you in your underwear, after all this is an underwear inspection”. Jean complied with the order almost resigned to her fete. Jack studied her, her breasts were in deed small, but they were well rounded, and he considered they were indeed an A cup. The panties fitted very well and clung to her hips. She had a nice slim stomach and would not have looked out of place on a catwalk. He had her turn this way and that, getting a view of her in her underwear from all angels. The girl was totally humiliated. It was time for the camera to come out and who better than to take photos than their Mother Rose. Rose was called down and almost fainted at the sight that met her. She was given a camera and told to click away. Jack wanted everything that was going on captured on film. He told her that the photos would be studied later and if he thought she had missed anything or messed up he would thrash her. And so the scene of a 17 year old girl being made to pose in her School underwear, whilst she had her photo taken by her Mother unfolded before Jacks eyes. Clare was then made to take off her skirt and made to bend and stretch on the pretence that Jack could see if the panties fitted well. Both girls were made to stand in front of Jack and thank him for his time and trouble in inspecting their underwear. He announced that tomorrow he would inspect all their underwear to see what condition it was in, and to decide if they needed anything new.. “The breast measuring will take place during the week, you can both thank me for tonight by giving me a nice big kiss”. The order hit home. Both girls lost it. There were cries of “ No please”. And Mummy, help me”. But it made no difference. Both girls eventually gave Jack a kiss on the lips whilst they were dressed in just their Bras and Panties. What a night for them all. A night to remember for them all, Jack for one reason and the Mother and girls for another. They were both allowed to go to bed, and in their separate bedrooms they cried themselves to sleep. It would not be the last time either of them would do that.

                                                          CHAPTER   FIVE

                                     THE NEXT STEP IN HUMILIATION

Rose stayed behind and the next thirty minutes was spent putting her through the most embarrassing underwear inspection, skirts raised, bending over, breasts pulled out of her Bra, if a woman could be made to do it, she was made to do it. Finally she was made to kneel in front of him, half naked she was made to ask him if she could give him some relief. She gingerly opened his flies and for the first of many times she was made to suck off her family tormentor.

Jack stayed the night in the spare room, it was just the way he wanted to do it. The girls innocence was his pleasure and he wanted to maintain that as long as he could. The idea that a total stranger to them could do unspeakable things to them whenever he wanted to. Or whenever he made a season up. Was part of the thrill for him. So as long as he could remain at a distance and then still take liberties, then that was heaven for him.

The girls came down for breakfast at 8.00am. Their eyes avoided Jacks as they sat around the breakfast table Jack was in his alley. You have the same underwear as I inspected last night girls I take it” Both girls were mortified that he might do something at the breakfast table. Last night was sort of different to them, or at least that’s what they tried to convince themselves. They were going through their normal routine, Eating breakfast, dressed for School, in their own home.

“ Stand up, show me how your uniform fits”. The girls hearts sank, and both girls looked at their Mother for support. Rose tries not to look at them, she was inwardly crying, her heart too was broken for her daughters. It was a mothers job to protect, but she was helpless, and she knew she would have to watch as this man abused her daughters.

The girls stood on unsteady feet and were made to stand in front of Jack as he sat at the table. “ You first Clare, open your blouse and show me your Bra”. Clare just wanted to die. “ Sir this isn’t right, you have no right to do this”. She was screaming and shouting and was totally beside herself. Jack turned to Rose and in a matter of fact way told her that because Clare was refusing to co-operate he had no choice but to expose her cheating, and that he would also distribute the photos that had been taken. Rose panicked. “ Please Sir, Oh please Sir, don’t do that, the girls will be good Sir the girls will be good, wont you girls, Oh please don’t let this happen to us girls I beg of you, be good for Mr Peterson, Oh please be good for him”. She was in a terrible state as Jack took in the sight  all three of them cried like babies. The sight made Jack horny. Life was good he thought.

Eventually some sort of order was restored, and without being told too, Clare started to unbutton her blouse. Jacks eyes

Never left her as she, as one by one she completely unbuttoned her blouse. “ Pull it out of your skirt and hold it open”. As

She did this showing him her Bra he made the comment. “ Very nice”. The comment struck her like a bolt.        It sort of brought everything to a new level. Pull your skirt up above your waist and show me your Panties”. Clare shifted nervously on her feet before bending and taking the hem of the skirt, she slowly lifted it up her thighs. She stopped just as she reached the first glimpse of panty, which looked superb under the sheer black pantyhose. Her eyes pleaded with him but his stare never shifted. Slowly she lifted the skirt higher. He shifted his eyes from her Panties to her face, covered as it was with tears. She was a vision of beauty, stood in her School uniform, the blouse pulled wide open and her skirt bunch up round her waist. The White Panties somehow looked even better than last night, and the look of agony on her face was a joy to behold. Jack told Jean to join her sister, and as she did Rose let out a cry and a wail. The woman was watching helplessly as Jack humiliated her girls. Jean stood next to her sister and waited. Jack simply nodded his head and Jeans hand went to her blouse and began to unbutton it, when she had it undone she pulled it out of the skirt and pulled it wide open. Jack stared at her White Bra as the young girl bent and began to pull up her skirt. Eventually, Jack had in front of him the two teenage sisters with their blouses pulled open and their skirts pulled up showing their Bras, and their panties underneath Black pantyhose. It was heaven. A sight very few men would ever see. The fact that he could order it to happen made it all the more exiting.

“ Turn around both of you, spread your legs and bend right over, I want to see how your panties fit”. They did as they were told and the effect was electric. He did not want to push it too far too soon, but decided to try a few extras. Jack ordered Rose to get him the strap, and he told the girls that if he detected any resistance then he would have no hesitation in using it. There was no movement from either girl. Jack raised the strap and swiftly brought it down on Clares Panty clad backside, almost in the same movement he brought it down again on Jeans backside. There was complete pandemonium in the room, both sisters stood up and rubbed their backsides. “ Get back down this minute or you will get 5 belts each on the back of your thighs. At that threat both girls resumed the position. Jack put the strap down leaving his hands free and started to circle the girls. “ I take it I will not be needing the strap again will I ladies”. “ No Sir both girls answered almost simultaneously. “ Good then I will begin”. He walked directly behind Clare, put out his hand and placed it onto her pantyhose covered left cheek. She let out a cry, but remained still. He traced his fingers up to the top of her pantyhose which was higher than the top of the Panties and let it linger there for a moment. He then followed the top of the Pantyhose from the middle of her back over to her right side and then gently lowered it to the top of the Panties. Clare was having a crying fit, but much to his delight remained still. He left Clare and repeated his action with Jean, who was having great difficulty accepting what was being done to her. He decided to use both hands on her and placing a hand on each cheek he traced the top of the panties with his fingers. Inwardly he was very pleased with how things were going, and putting himself  into the girls minds, he couldn’t begin to know what turmoil they were going through. They had just come down for breakfast, and in thirty minutes or so their Mother would be taking them to School, and yet here was a stranger taking the most awful liberties with them.

“ Rose bring me a chair, I might as well make myself comfortable”. It was these sorts of remarks that were so humiliating for these proud women. He placed the chair directly behind Jean and sat down. He was now going to take some liberties with Jean that he knew no man had ever done to her, and he was going to make her ask him to do it”. “ Now Jean I am going to see if your Pantyhose fits you, to do this I will need to feel how tightly it fit to your legs and thighs, which leg would you like me to feel first”. There was total silence. “ Do you want me to get the strap”. Please Sir Oh please don’t do this to me, its not right , Mummy help me”. The rears were flowing freely as this young lady begged not to be humiliated. Without warning Jack raised his right arm and brought it down hard across her thigh. Before Jean had any chance to react, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. Three more painful blows hit her across the right thigh. “ Do you want more young lady”. Before she had a chance to answer SLAP he hit her again. “ Please Sir, no more, please Sir no more”. “ You will be slapped until you tell me which leg to feel up”. Jean was totally in panic. “ The left one Sir , The left one, my right one hurts so much”.  Jack was a happy man. “ Well then if you ask me nicely we can get on with it, you are keeping people waiting, young Clare here is dying to have her legs felt”. He continued to verbally humiliate them. “ Clare answer me, you are keen for me to feel your thighs and legs aren’t you”. Clare closed her eyes trying to block out this invasion but it would not go away. “ Sir I am waiting to have my legs felt by you”. Oh the sheer ecstasy of it all for Jack. “ Now Jean tell me has any male ever felt your legs intimately”. “ No Sir”. Then ask me nicely to feel you up”. Jack waited a second thinking he might have to slap her again when in a low whisper he heard Jean say “ Please Sir would you feel me over my pantyhose to see if it fits me”.  He let her wallow in her self pity for a minute, time was getting on and he wanted them to go to School with all this milling around in their heads. Jean almost took a jump when she felt Jacks hand on her thigh. He started by rubbing the inside of the left thigh and what a wonderful feeling it was. The Pantyhose was so smooth. He worked the hand upwards and slowly moved it to the front of her thighs. He was feeling her up the same as any lover would his girlfriend, and poor Jean had to stand bent over with her skirt pulled high above her waist, and let him do this to her. His hand worked its way towards the top of her legs, Jean shifted on her unsteady feet. His hand reached the top, and he came into contact with her Panties through her Pantyhose. To her relief he took his hand away, but not for long. What he did next was even worse for poor Jean. He stood up and stood by her side, with his left hand he took hold of the top of the pantyhose and pulled it up and away from the panties. He put his right hand between the Pantyhose and Panties and ran the hand between them down over her bottom till he reached were the pantyhose separated into the two legs. Jean was beside herself with shame. He pulled the pantyhose away from her bottom, pretending to see if it would stretch, but all the time knowing the humiliation he was heaping on this poor girl. ! Not a bad fit girl, stand up and face me, I want to see how they fit at the front”. Jean was almost relieved to be told to stand. She faced him and he casually sat down in front of her. “ Bunch the skirt up higher Jean, I want it above the waistband of the Pantyhose, if I am going to inspect your Pantyhose I need free access to it, Jean you really need to think, don’t make life difficult for me, because I can assure you that is something you do not want to do”. This was so awful for the girl, she knew this was so wrong, no female should have to go through this, it was so degrading. “ Come closer girl, between my legs, come on we don’t have all day, you have to go to School shortly”. Jean moved in closer, standing with her waist almost level with his face. He reached out with both hands and pulled the Pantyhose towards him. Holding it with one hand he put the other down her front, just as he had done at the back, as he pulled the material the front of his hand was feeling the Pantyhose and the back of the hand was rubbing against the Panties. Jean thought she would feint. All her young life she had thought that the first time she would allow any male any sort of access to her body would be out of love, and it would be a wonderful experience. Here was this old man doing just what he wanted, under some sort of pretext. It was horrible. She couldn’t take it anymore. She stamped her feet, screaming at the same time, she let go of the bunched up skirt and put her hands up to her face and sobbed into them. She was in a terrible state, but to Jack it only added to his enjoyment. T5he skirt although not being held had not fallen all the way down, and so in her distress Jack continued to abuse her. “ My we do have a temper don’t we, I will take great pleasure in knocking that out of you”. He pulled his hand away and gave her five hard slaps to the front of her right thigh. “ Get your hands down from your face young lady and pull up that skirt, I haven’t finished inspecting your Pantyhose yet. Do it and do it now”. Jack screamed at her. Jean reached down and in her total shame she pulled up her skirt again and bunched it above her waist. “ Higher girl, when I tell you to raise your skirt, it goes as high as possible, now tell me how high does your skirt go when I tell you to raise it”. Jean sobbed as she pulled up the skirt. “ As high as possible Sir”. She didn’t even raise it this high when she went to the toilet she thought to herself. She sobbed at the indignity of it. Jack reached out with both hands and reaching behind her, he decided that this would be the last shameful act he would put her through this morning. Placing a hand on each cheek he began to squeeze, he looked up at her face for any sign of rebellion, but it had all gone. And so he ended the session with Jean stood in front of him with her blouse pulled open, skirt bunched up and he was feeling her backside though he Pantyhose and Panties. He pulled away from her, giving her a little slap on her bottom. “ Looks like we have run out of time ladies, we will have to inspect your Pantyhose another time Clare, so both of you straighten your clothes and get ready for School”. With that Jack walked out of the room, leaving three very distressed females behind him. They hugged each other and tried their best to console each other, but they knew that their lives as they knew it was over.

Jack went into an adjoining room and retrieved the video camera he had set up. The tape would be worth looking at later he thought to himself. He would give the sisters time to get themselves fixed up and then he would humiliate them one more time. Rose came and told Jack that they were ready to leave for School. He followed her into the breakfast room where the girls were waiting, their uniforms all tidy and in place, their faces red and it was obvious that many tears had been shed. “ Don’t you have something to say to me Jean”, She looked at him with a puzzled look on her face. “ I have just spent the last twenty minutes inspecting your Pantyhose, I think the least you could do is thank me”. Jean could not believe what was happening, it just went on and on. “ Thank you Sir for inspecting my Pantyhose”. The power he suddenly held over this family was giving him a hard on. Could a young lady have been brought down a peg in such a short time. He took a couple of steps back and for no other reason than to see if they would obey him, he told them to pull up their skirts and bunch them up around their waist. He wanted he said to see if they had adjusted themselves correctly. He waited as they at first hesitated, but then both took the hem of their skirts and pulled them high up their legs. Slowly a wonderful vision came into view as their panty hosed covered thighs gave way to the Whiteness of the Panties underneath. He casually walked round them, knowing that this sight would be worth a lot of money for some people. An idea started to form in his head. He had them walk round the room as he admired them in their discomfort. Finally he allowed them to drop their skirts. “ Off to School then ladies, have a good day and I will see you tonight”. The Chapman family were about to descend into their own version of hell.

                                                      CHAPTER  SIX

                                               THE DAY GETS WORSE

There was total silence in the car as Rose drove the girls to the private School where she was principle. No one knew what to say. On the other hand Jack could not have been more pleased. He was going into town to buy a few things, namely a cane and a riding crop, which he could obtain from a sex shop. He would also purchase a tape measure, after all he had some breasts to measure. The girls could not concentrate at School and poor Rose was just in a daze.

The end of the day brought fresh fear, as they were dreading going back home. They sat in the car outside the house for a long time, before getting out and going in. The photos that Jack had taken, were an extra hold over them. To their surprise Jack was not there, and as they had expected him to be there they were at a loss as to what to do.  Jack being Jack things were not always straight forward. He had left them a note telling Rose to prepare  the evening meal for four people and the girls were to remain in their uniforms until he arrived home. It was going to be a long night for the Chapman girls.

Jack arrived about an hour later. Rose was still preparing the meal and the girls were attempting to do some homework, but in truth were finding it hard to concentrate. Clare felt sick to her stomach, and her hands were visibly shaking. Jean silently cried to herself as she wondered what new humiliations Jack would dream up. Jack on the other hand could not be happier, what man would not want to change places with him. Walking in on Rose he casually took her head in his hands and pulled her to him, kissing her full on the lips. It took he by surprise but did not dare pull away, instead she just stood impassively whilst he lingered with the kiss. Stopping the kiss, he stepped back and slapped her hard across the face. “ Next time I kiss you, I will expect you to return the kiss with passion. I suggest that when you have a spare few minutes you practice using something like a cushion, or a pillow maybe, but if the next kiss is not good then you will get a thrashing, do you understand girl”. Rose dropped her head. “ Yes Sir”. Replied Rose. “ How much longer for the meal”. Rose told him maybe 30 minutes and he wandered off wondering whether to have some fun with the sisters before or after the meal. Oh what a lucky man he was!

As it happened he decided to wait until after the meal. Maybe he would tease them a little whilst they ate, he loved making them squirm..

As the four of them sat eating there was total silence. He knew that none of them would speak unless he initiated it.  “ Are you not hungry girl”. He said to Clare as he watched her play with her food. “ No Sir not really. Her stomach was in knots with fear. “ Nonsense girl eat something”. Clare began to pick on the food and he turned to look at Jean. She immediately picked up some food, he smiled knowing that these girls were terrified of what he was going to do.

“ How many times have you had to pull your Panties and Pantyhose down today Jean”. He asked. She looked at him, almost as if she did not understand the question. “ Come on girl I presume you have been to the toilet today haven’t you, I want to know how many times you have had to straighten your Pantyhose”. Jean felt herself blush at the grossness of the question. She searched her mind for the right answer. “ Four Sir I think it is four”. “ And you” He said to Jean. “ Four the same Sir”. “ So you girls have had four Pee’s today have you”. Both looked at him knowing he was waiting an answer. “ Yes Sir four Pee’s”. Replied Clare. He looked at Jean who was struggling with this form of questioning. “ The truth Jean, you know what will happen if you lie”. Poor Jean, still looking down at her plate, she whispered, “ Three Sir and a Poo”. She started to cry openly and the tears dropped freely from her face, some even dropping onto her plate. Rose looked on in utter despair as this wicked man tormented her daughters in front of her.

“ I take it you made sure that the pantyhose was tight when you had finished, if I find you are not dressing yourself properly after your toilet, you will just have to hold it in until you are home, where you can be properly supervised”. The possibilities were endless and the more he toyed with the girls the more ideas he was getting. “ Clare four Pee’s in one School day is a lot, are you sure they were all Pee’s”. She was dying of shame as this questioning went on. “ Yes Sir, positive”. “ Stand up and let me look at your legs to see if you have pulled your Pantyhose up correctly” Oh god thought Clare, its starting again. She looked at her Mother hoping upon hope that she could do something. Rose dropped her head in utter despair as Clare stood. Clare was beginning to hate her Mother. Surely any Mother would interfere. Or had it already gone too far. “ Walk round the room”. Jack told Clare and so like some performing animal she walked round the room for him. Much to Clare’s relief he told her that they looked OK. Maybe just maybe the worst was over. The girls were told to tidy the table and wash the dishes and then join Jack and Rose in the lounge.

Jack had Rose collect all the girls underwear, everything they owned. He had her spread them out in two large piles in front of the sofa. On a table next to the sofa was the a black felt marker pen, the strap, the cane and the riding crop. Jack was going to enjoy himself tonight, even if nobody else was.

When the girls arrived they stopped in their tracks at the sight of the two piles of underwear. “ Right ladies each of you stand in front of your underwear, as you can see all your underwear is here and I am going to inspect it. You will be allowed to retrain some and not others, if I don’t like it you will destroy it. Anything that you are allowed to keep will be recorded in the underwear book, it will be given a number and the condition of each will be recorded, we will start with you Panties”. The girls were getting very apprehensive. And Jean was wondering whether to rebel. Her nature dictates that she should, but she felt helpless. She was truly scared of this man. “ Jean as the youngest we will begin with you, you will select a pair of Panties and you will hold them up so I can see them, you will then describe them in detail, finally you will ask me if I would like to inspect them”. Both girls were mortified and the tears were already falling. And so began a two hour marathon of total and utter humiliation When the Panties had been described and handed to Jack he casually inspected them, turning them this way and that, he turned them inside out and felt and rubbed them, smiling up at the owner every so often. If he liked them he would hand them to Rose who would record the details in the underwear book. She would then write a number on the inside of the Panties, followed by the owners name. That way he told them, you can be asked to produce a certain Panty at any time. This was so demeaning for these grown up young ladies.

Clare stood in front of Jack and held out another pair of Panties. “ A pair of Pink Panties Sir, with little frills at the top, and around each leg”. She stood holding these very pretty and blushing deeper and deeper. “ Well what do we have here”. Jack teased her as he took the Panties from her. “ When did you last wear these girl”. Clare felt her heart race as she told him that she had only worn them once and that was to the end of year dance. “ Well any girl that is wearing these id wearing them in the hope that a boy sees them, is that so girl”. The constant use of the term girl, was both irritating and humiliating to the women. “ No Sir I just got them because they are pretty”. He felt the material which was very smooth, probably silk, but he could find no label that told him what it was. The washing label just said wash by hand. They were very thin and he wondered if you would be able to see Pubic hairs through them. “ I don’t believe you when you say no boy has not seen them, who did you go to the dance with”. Clare was in turmoil again. “ Pete Jones Sir but we did not do anything Sir we just danced Sir”. Jack stood up and picked up the riding crop. Clare began to whimper. “ Sir I was good Sir, I am a good girl, we only danced Sir”. Clare looked at the wicked looking riding crop and sank to her knees. She was absolutely terrified. Jack walked around her. “ Get up this instance girl, and clasp your hands behind your head, I mean it or you will be sorry”. Clare did as she was told, she was too scared to do anything else. “ Now we are going to get the truth out of you, or should I ring this Pete fellow and ask him”. “ Oh God Sir, no we didn’t do anything, please don’t do this to me please Sir”. Jack swished the crop through the air, putting the fear of God into them all. “ Are you telling me you did not even kiss him, do you expect me to believe that”. A truly terrified Clare admitted kissing. “ Sir everyone kisses Sir but that’s all we did Sir, that’s all honestly Sir”. “ Pull your skirt up to your waist, I will give you kisses, and lying to me” The girl dropped her hands and taking the hem of the skirt she lifted up and over her waist, bunching it as high as she could, making sure he did nit have to tell her to lift it higher. Again he gazed on the awesome sight she presented to him. “ I seem to remember that your pantyhose was not inspected this morning like Jeans, is that right young lady”. “ Yes Sir”. With that he reached out and on the pretext of testing them he began to feel her thighs. He stood behind her and manhandled the her panty covered bottom cheeks, he reached round the front and rubbed her over her stomach, he took a step back and brought the riding crop high over his head and brought it down with speed on her left cheek. Her scream was heart rendering, and on the sofa Rose started to cry at the scene before her. Jack put his hand on the cheek he had just hit and started to rub it. “ The truth girl or its another with the riding crop. Did this Pete fellow see you in your Panties”. “ No Sir he didn’t, you are the only man who has seen me in my underwear, have mercy Sir, please have mercy on me”. Her pleading would have melted most peoples hearts, but not Jack, he was loving it. “ And what about the kisses girl, how many boys have you kissed”. The poor girl was in an awful state as was her Mother who was crying constantly. “ Just a few Sir , just pecks Sir that’s all just pecks, not proper kisses”. He looked at the her and felt enormous power over her. What a beauty she was. “ Take off your uniform, in fact both of you strip to your underwear”. Both girls began to strip, there was no hesitation and soon both were soon in their Bra’s, Panties and Black Pantyhose.

“ For the moment we will continue with the underwear inspection, I want to finish this tonight”. He handed the Pink Panties to Rose who made a note of them in the underwear book. The girls were made to display and describe all their underwear. Most of the Panties were White, but several were Black and also many in other colours. They were finally allowed to return the underwear to their room and again found themselves stood in front of Jack.

“ Lets talk about your behaviour, its pretty obvious Clare you are out of control, you go to a dance with this boy Pete, you were sexy Pink Panties to entice him, you kiss him and then you try to seduce him, is that what happened”. “ No Sir its not like that, it was all innocent Sir it was just a dance and a goodnight kiss Sir, please Sir”. “ Well I am not very happy with you going round kissing boys, did you use your tongues”. Could this get any worse. “ No Sir just the lips Sir only on the lips”. “ You girl”. He asked Jean. “ Have you ever French kissed”. Jean shook her head. “ No Sir, I have never kissed a boy properly, not in all my life”. This was going wonderfully. Way beyond his dreams. To get to this situation so quickly was a real bonus. He did not want to push too far too soon as he wanted them to maintain his innocence for as long as possible. “ Go upstairs and put your pyjamas on, then report down here for your nightly inspection, with your dirty underwear in one hand and tomorrow’s underwear in the other”. Could life get any worse.

                                                                        CHAPTER  SEVEN

                                                  THE BREASTS GET MEASURED.

The next day was a haze for the family as they tried to go about their normal business. Life had to go on. This man had too

Much on this family. Fraud, photos and videos, his hold on them was tightening. Attending class was so difficult. All they

Could think about was what would happen when they got home. Well they weren’t disappointed, or at least Jack wasn’t.

They arrived home to find him watching TV as if everything was normal. He had the two girls stand in front of him, something they were getting used to. Rose was told to get dinner and Jack gave the girls a little lecture. He informed them that he was thinking the girls might be a bit of a handful for him and that to keep them in line he may need the help of someone else. He told them that a gentleman friend of his was waiting for a phone call from him, if and when Jack thought he needed assistance. He informed them that he was going to test them, and depending on how good they were would decide if his friend was sent for. He was a master at playing with their minds. They stood silently as he spoke. He had them dancing to his tune, and they did not disobey one order. First he had them turn round and bend over, spreading their legs to the maximum. He simply reached out and began to feel their thighs. He was feeling one sister with one hand and the other sister with the other hand. He was in male heaven. “ Lets have those uniforms off ladies”. And so both sisters stripped to their underwear simply on the whim of this beast. He felt them up through their pantyhose, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Time maybe he thought to move up a gear. “ Take off the Pantyhose, I think you can have your dinner in your Bra and Panties”. “ This statement shook both girls. Tears were falling as he looked directly at them. He was looking for a reaction. He could see that Jean was angry, very angry. Her eyes although filled with teardrops were also full of hatred. His grin made her blood boil.

Dinner was so strange, as both sisters sat at the table in Bras and White Panties. Jack was delighted, this could not have happened a day or so ago. Was he a happy man.

After dinner he informed them that after Rose had performed the evening underwear inspection, and they had done their home work they were to report to the lounge were he would measure their breasts. They were to dress in the exact clothes they had worn to church the previous Sunday, including the same underwear. In the meantime he busied himself setting up a video camera. He was going to get Rose to use one camera and he had the hidden one. He wanted to catch all this on tape. It was almost time for the floor show.

Both girls were told to stand in middle of the room facing Jack. Rose had been told to wander round using the camera at all times. “ Before we begin girls we have a few ground rules, they are very simple. Do as you are told and you will be fine. Disobey and I will use either the strap, cane or riding crop, and ladies I will enjoy using it”. Both girls were terrified at the way their life was changing, but there was more of a menace in his voice. Clare was looking very lovely in a light Blue Chiffon type blouse, with little dark Blue lines around the edge of each sleeve and the same around the collar, this was tucked into a Black pencil skirt, which was full length and reached down her legs to about four inches above her shoes. It had a thick Black belt, probably about three inches wide, around the waist. The shoes were Black with small high heels. The outfit was rounded off with sheer Pantyhose. She looked gorgeous, a real woman about town. She stood with her head bowed down almost looking at the floor. A picture of utter beauty, yet real sadness. Jeans outfit was a Retro look White skirt, with a large Red design on it, rather like a Jason Pollock painting, it looked divine. It had buttons all the way down and went to about six inches below the knee. This outfit also had a belt, but this belt was White, as was the blouse. Again small high heels were worn, and it was finished off with gun metal Pantyhose. Two wonderful looking females who would turn the heads of any Red bloodied male. Rose was sent to turn on the static camera, and then on her return was to follow the girls every move.

Jack began by looking directly into the camera held by Rose. “ Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the Chapman sisters video”. Both girls suddenly realised they were to be the stars in a home movie. They looked down to the floor and blushed from their heads to their toes. They were dying off utter shame, but were to frightened to do anything about it. “ Let me introduce the ladies to you”. He took Clare by the hand and pulled her clear of Jean “ This is Clare Chapman, she is 18 years old and is a pupil at a private girls School. She has dressed for us in the outfit she wore for church last Sunday, adding a little bit of class to the proceedings. Walk round the room Clare, and let the ladies and gentlemen see how beautiful you are”. Clare walked round the room as Rose followed her. The girl could only guess what might happen over the next couple of hours.

Again she was made to stand in the middle of the room. “ Tell the ladies and gentlemen what size you think your breasts are Clare”. She just wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. “ 34C Sir”. She replied. “ Well ladies and gentlemen we have a tape measure here, so we can check”. Facing Jean he motioned to her. “ Over here lady, this, ladies and gentlemen is Jean Chapman, Clares younger 17 year old sister who also goes to the same School. Walk round the room Jean and let the audience see how pretty you are. As Jean walked round he went on to explain to the camera that Jean thought she had 32C but that the tape would tell us the truth. “ Right ladies come stand side by side”. The time had arrived and both girls were sobbing quietly. “ Jiggle your breasts up and down both of you”. Both girls made an attempt but it wasn’t good enough for Jack. “ Come on I want those breasts bouncing up and down, do you want me to get the riding crop”. They renewed their effort and he let them continue to shake them for a few minutes. The girls were horrified at what they were being made to do. Letting them finish he announced that it was time that the ladies and gentlemen who would be watching the tape find out what today’s church going ladies wear under their outfits. We will begin with you Clare, you will pull up your skirt until I tell you to stop”. Clare let out a whimper, she stooped really low and taking the hem of the pencil skirt, she began to pull iy up first over her legs and then higher over her thighs. The skirt was tight and had to be worked up harder as she reached the waist. He had not told her to stop and she pulled it up higher giving a glorious view of her sheer Pantyhose, then she reached the Panties, clearly visible because of the sheerness of the hose. They were White, but not plane like her School Panties had been. They were more like a very expensive patterned pair. The pattern being Black at the top of the waistband and Black round the bottom of each leg. She continued to raise the skirt until she felt she could not pull it any higher. He had not told her to stop, so continued to pull it up some more.        She had got it over the belt now and as she pulled the belt started to go up as well bringing the bottom of the blouse with it. Never could a girl have pulled her skirt so high, especially against her will. She continued to pull even higher, eventually reaching the underside of her Bra. “ OK you can stop now, turn round for the camera and smile while your at it, keep turning so we can see you from every angle”. She was made to walk round the room several times before being told to stand to one side, keeping the skirt bunched above her waist. “ You next Jean pull up your skirt and show us your underwear, I want it as high as your sisters”. Jean had watched in disbelief as her sister was humiliated, but now it was her turn and she was helpless to prevent it. Jean scooped up her skirt, but it being a Retro it had a tight underskirt with it and this made it harder to pull up. She had to keep using her hands and her elbows to keep gathering it up the higher she got it. Her legs and thighs looked ravishing in the gun metal Pantyhose, and as she reached the panties they were plainly visible under the hose. The Panties were plain Black at the front but when she but when she was made to parade round the room it became clear that they were see thru at the back and made of a different material.

Both were made to stand side by side with their skirts pulled up to just below their breasts and the sight was truly awesome. Jack let Rose take in the scene for several minutes. He knew this tape was going to make him a lot of money. He was walking round his prize possessions, purring into the camera. He wanted this to be spontaneous, so he did not let Rose stop filming. She was to catch everything. The girls were told to let their skirts down. This was quite an ordeal for Clare who had to pull and tug and do a lot of adjusting, but it was wonderful to watch. Jean managed it a lot easier and soon both girls were back to respectability. Jack began to unbutton Clares blouse and as he did so he whispered to her to keep smiling. She tried hard to smile but it was hard. Tears were falling down her cheeks with one hand he wiped some away, then put the hand up to her lips and made her to lick the tears from it. He undid the buttons until they were all undone, he pulled the blouse out of the skirt, pulled it open and stood back to admire his work. The Bra was White, with lacy cups and thin straps. It actually looked a good fit with nothing bulging out were it shouldn’t be. He turned her towards the camera “ Give us a good shake and I mean a good shake, try and shake them your breasts out of the cups”. Crying like a baby she shook as hard as she could. “ Now pull up your skirt again up above the Panties, face the camera and shake your Tits like hell”. She had to pull up the skirt, and showing all her underwear she shook her breasts for all she was worth. She was nothing more than his puppet. Stopping her he told her to take off the blouse. Oh God she thought its coming. He walked round her and began to unhook her Bra. She was openly crying and this he knew would only add to the spectacle. He got the Bra unhooked but left it on her Breasts. Walking round her he told her to ask him to take off her Bra so he could measure he breasts. “ Say it nice and loud so the ladies and gentlemen can hear you”. She was shaking as she asked him “ Please Sir would you take off my Bra and measure my breasts”. She was having trouble speaking as her throat was so dry, and the shame was flooding over her. He reached out and took the shoulder straps and eased them from her shoulders. He still left the Bra on her, only the cups kept them on “ Shake them off”. and to her eternal shame she had to keep shaking her breasts until eventually they became free enough to fall off her breasts. She was now topless for the first time in her life in front of a man. She still had her skirt pulled and and she so wanted to let go so she could cover her face in shame. Jack went on to tell the camera that both girls were virgins and that neither had ever been in front of a man naked. “ Shake your breasts for the camera, and keep your skirt up high”. He told her She made truly wondrous sight. Young Jean looked on in silence, tears flowing down her face as her sister was humiliated. She knew she would be next. He stopped Clare from shaking her breasts and had her remove her skirt. Again the camera capturing the whole scene as she stripped. She was now dressed in only Panties and Pantyhose. All her life she had imagined only her husband would see her like this. Free from having to hold up her skirt, she cupped her hands into her face and sobbed into them crying like a baby. Jack marvelled at the scene, he also marvelled that he had not had to use the crop to achieve it. He would have to put that right. The people who had commissioned this film liked to see a bit of resistance, although the tears and cries always went down well. “ Jean lets have you over here”. Jeans hell was about to start. She stood in front of him, her hands shaking as she held them down by her side. He had her clasp them at the back of her head. He casually began to unbutton the skirt. When he reached the belt he simply unbuckled it and let it dangle. Continuing all the way to the bottom, the skirt fell to the floor. He next took off the slip. Jean hands were still on her head as he next went to the buttons of the blouse. She stood sobbing as this man undressed her. He soon had her down to her underwear and he studied her Bra. It was jet Black and small with a sort of bubble effect covering it. It was very fetching. These girls certainly tried to be pretty and feminine, and he could only admire their beauty. Jean was made to ask him to measure her breasts. Again he unhooked the Bra, pulled off the straps, pointed her directly at the camera and told her to shake the Bra off her breasts. She hardly had to shake at all before the Bra fell off and dropped to the ground and she stood in just her Panties and Pantyhose. He had them stand side by side and added a nice little touch by getting them to hold hands. “ Right young ladies lets measure some Breasts”.

He took the measure and starting with Jean he placed it round her back on the shoulder blades and under her arms and across the front of the breast. He read the tape and looking at the camera he shouted 32 into the camera. He let the measure down and said into the camera. “ She must have small shoulder blades because the Tit itself is a nice handful”. She sobbed openly at this remark. He cupped her breasts in his hands and started to feel her. She ever so slightly stepped back when his mauling became heavier “ Oh dear”. Was all he said as he walked over to the table and picked up the riding crop. Jean panicked at the sight of the crop. “ Sorry Sir Oh my God Sir I am sorry, for Gods sake please don’t hit me with that, Oh my God have pity on me”. Standing in front of her he placed the tip of the crop on her nipple. He worked the tip down her stomach over her Panties and down to her thigh. He looked directly into her eyes. “ Well”. Was all he needed to say. “ Please Sir feel my breasts, Sir I am sorry, pleases feel me Sir”. The girl was broken, her will had gone, she was terrified of this evil man. He reached out and took her right nipple between his thumb and finger and tweaked it. He lifted the breast with the nipple and began to squeeze hard. She winced with the pain, but stood still at this abuse. Tears flowed freely as he abused her virgin breasts. Letting go he stepped back and slapped her hard across her left Tit. She jumped in shock. She had not expected that. The pain was bad enough but for a man just to slap her naked breast. It was too hard to take. She wanted to rebel she wanted to run, standing there in just her Panties she knew her life had changed.

He walked over to the lovely Clare to begin his assault of her. He began by measuring her rib cage, and then ran the tape across the centre of the breasts. Standing back he made her tell the camera that she thought she was a size 34C. “ Well you got the 34 bit right girl”. He reached out and took her right breast in his hand, and ever so gently squeezed it. Clare shifted on her feet and Jack faced the camera and said into the lens “ It seems Clare here does not want me to feel her breasts, is that right Clare”. “ No Sir, I mean yes Sir, Sir my head is spinning, sorry”. Reaching out he began to feel her and for the next ten minutes he abused her breasts every way he could. Making her face the camera he had her feel and squeeze her own breasts. She had never experienced humiliation like it. Deciding to give Clare a few moments to regain her composure, he wandered off to Jean. “ Cup size Jean tell the camera what your Tit cup size is”. “ C Sir my cup size is C”. He decided to add a slant to the proceedings. He had Jean take the measure and had her face the camera . She had to explain exactly what she was doing and how by circling the breast with the tape and subtracting it from the measurement on the chart it gave the cup size. Clare was made to do the same and as they stood facing the camera in only Panties and pantyhose they measured the cup size for the camera. Both sisters were right about their size. The indignity of it all was brought home when Jack announced he was wrong and that their breasts hadn’t needed measuring at all.

Both girls were made to take off their pantyhose and then walk round the room in only their Panties. Jack placed a chair in the middle of the room and had Jean stand in front of him. He began by running his hands round the back of the Panties and squeezing her bottom cheeks. He ran his fingers along the waistband and then round the edges of the legs. She was made to turn round and with her back to him and facing the camera, he repeated his actions. He had her pull her legs apart and bend over, and as he rubbed his hands over the tight Panties he told her to look into the camera and smile. Kneeling forward he cupped her dangling right breast in his right hand and squeezed, with the other hand he was feeling the outline of her pussy with his fingers. Instead of smiling Jean was crying, she was crying so openly that it only added to the spectacle. She was made to face him and told to ask him ever so nicely to take down her Panties. Jean was a broken girl and sobbing as she was she was not able to get her words out. He told her to stand by his side and Clare took her place. He felt her up in the same manner, before getting both of them to stand side by side in front of him. “ Who is going to be the first to ask me”. He was toying with them. “ Well Clare what do you want to ask me”. The young girl had been to hell and back but he had still not finished with her. “ Please Sir would you take my Panties down”. With that request she broke down into something uncontrollable. She wailed loud and long. It took maybe five minutes for her to calm down. Looking into the camera he addressed it. Ladies and gentlemen it appears that the Chapman sisters do not like the idea of me removing their Panties, which is a pity as I am sure there would be no shortage of volunteers for such a task”. Both fidgeted at this statement. He told them to face the camera and tell everyone they were sorry for their behaviour and that they would try harder the next time. When each had given their speech they were to give a little curtsy to the camera and then wave. They thought they would die.

The camera was turned off and the girls gathered up their clothes and were sent to bed to cry themselves to sleep. Rose had a bit of satisfying to do. The girls virginities were to stay in tact for the moment.