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Rose and Rosie were sixteen-year-old identical twins at the?Sixth Form College boarding school for girls known for its high standards, including strict discipline.?Today was detention day, and both girls had a double detention. As it was a boarding school, detentions were held straight after supper, any punishments were given, and then the girls were sent back to their dorms.?*As they were twins it seemed better to separate them as much as possible, and that worked. Both achieved very high marks and were destined for university, but there was only one detention class. As the two girls sat in the detention class, they smiled at each other as both knew that once again they had intentionally both gotten detentions because they relished the discipline that went with that.?*Although a sixth form College, the girls were required to wear a uniform which, as it was summer, was a short-sleeved white and green check dress, a white belt, and white ankle socks. Because they were identical twins, even the teachers often had difficulty knowing which girl was which, not helped by the fact that their names were so similar as well. In fact, the girls enjoyed that quandary and played on it Even today both had their long black hair tied back in a ponytail with identical hairbands, so there was nothing whatsoever to distinguish one from the other. Even their blazing, brown eyes were identical.??*There were seven girls in detention and as they sat in the detention class, or rather stood with their hands on their heads. The head prefect entered, and, quickly getting the attention of the girls in detention, read out just two names. ?Rose and Rosie, you both have double detentions and must go to see the Headmistress.???*Rose and Rosie both winced but knew this was going to happen, because, after all, they had both intentionally got two detentions each for exactly this purpose. That didn?t stop them from knowing that the punishment was going to be its usual, pain-filled experience, but, with the pain came the huge joy for them of having stinging bottoms covered in thick Ankara escort (http://ankarasaatci.com/) welts.??*As their names were called out, Rose and Rosie saw each of the other girls in detention staring at them, which they always took as envy, certainly judging from the questions they got from their friends after their visits to the Headmistress. Very few of the girls at college ever got caned, but Rose and Rosie were regulars, and so a great source of information on what it was like to be caned.??*The head prefect knew that the girls would go straight to the Headmistress and never felt the need to escort them. That was again the case, today, as Rose and Rosie left the detention classroom, walked along the corridor to the punishment room, and immediately sat down on the chairs directly outside. They waited, now very much in obedient mode, and when they heard the Headmistress coming, they immediately stood up but looked?at the floor as they knew eye contact was not acceptable until spoken to when under punishment.??*Mrs. Danvers, the Headmistress, at fifty years old, was a very experienced Headmistress, and all the girls respected her, as did Rose and Rosie. Once the door to the punishment room was opened, Mrs. Danvers turned to the girls and ordered, ?In you go, girls, and take your knickers off.???*Caning always took place on the bare bottom to maximise the pain and effectiveness, so both girls knew that was going to be the instruction. They also knew not to dally and didn?t even look towards the caning bench, but went straight to the corner of the room, raised their dresses up and tucked them into their belts to hold them in place above their waists, eased their fingers inside their knickers, pushed them down to the floor, stepped out of them, scooped them up, and put them on the small table. As they did, Mrs. Danvers had collected the hook-ended, senior cane and stood flexing it in both hands, glaring at the two girls. The girls had to stand and wait for Mrs. Danvers's instructions, with their hands clasped on top of their heads as Ankara escort bayan (http://ankarasaatci.com/) they waited in anticipation of the pain to come.??*Rose and Rosie knew that with their dresses raised above their waists and with their hands on their heads, it meant that Mrs. Danvers easily saw their shaved pussies, but there was no rule against doing that. They also knew that having their dresses kept above their waists was supposed to add humiliation to their punishment. In fact, the humiliation was less than if they were just two classmates and even less?because they were identical twins. ??*The girls always loved it when they looked at each other, their mirror image, even when standing with their hands on their heads and about to be caned again. For them, that was part of the fun of being identical.??*Mrs. Danvers didn?t delay the punishment and ordered, ?Rose, go and bend over the caning bench.???*Rose knew there was no need to answer and immediately went and stood by the caning bench, bent over, stretched her arms, and clasped hold of the far end of the bench. Rosie watched her do it, keeping her hands firmly clasped on top of her head, as she saw Rose?s bubble bottom cheeks, which were exactly as her own looked.??*Rose prepared herself for the pain of the six hard strokes from the cane landing across her bare bottom. It never mattered that this had happened so often before, because she knew that each time it was such a struggle to stay bent over the caning bench as stroke after stroke landed. The pain was always horrendous and a real test of her ability to deal with the awful stinging sensation, but this was what she relished. Her thoughts were diverted when suddenly she felt the cane being rubbed from side to side across her bottom and the inevitable two light taps of the cane which Mrs. Danvers always gave to notify the girls who were being caned that it was?about to happen. Rose took a deep breath and waited.??*The wait always seemed an age, but it never was. Just a few seconds later, Rose heard the swish of the cane Escort Ankara (http://ankarasaatci.com/) and, a split moment later, the loud thwack, simultaneously feeling the electric pain cascading across her bottom. She knew that her face had creased up with the pain, but there was never a yelp. She focused on keeping a hold of the far end of the caning bench, knowing that Mrs. Danvers would already be building up to the second stroke.??*Rosie watched as the second stroke landed, and she saw that Rose threw her head back with the pain, as expected, and again, as the third stroke landed. Rosie didn?t sympathise with her sister because she knew they both did this deliberately, and both savoured the pain and the joy that it ultimately gave them. She even looked at the three raised welts and couldn?t wait for those to be painted across her own bottom.??*Mrs. Danvers knew that Rose was struggling even as she landed the fourth stroke, making sure it was slightly harder than the first three strokes. As much as it was intended to be a lesson, she knew that both girls would be back for another caning before very long. As she landed the fifth stroke, she confirmed to herself that the cane was needed for disciplinary purposes, but was pretty confident that both girls earned a caning on purpose. She didn?t feel bad about landing harder strokes than she did with any of the other girls. After all, the choice was theirs, as they could always behave and not get any more double detentions. She, therefore, made sure that the sixth and final stroke was the hardest of them all and saw how the cane bit into Rose?s bottom.??*Mrs. Danvers glanced towards Rosie and saw that she was looking nervous and tense, but knowing that Rosie also did this deliberately, happily enough ordered, ?Right, Rose, you can get up, and you, Rosie, will now bend over the caning bench.???*Rose pushed herself up from the caning bench and immediately placed her hands on her head to make sure that she didn?t even try to rub and clutch her stinging bottom. She knew that if she did, it would mean further strokes of the cane, but it was Rosie?s turn, and she didn?t want to interfere with that. It was enough for her that she could feel the stinging pain of those six strokes, which, once again, she savoured, and was delighted that she had managed to get through the caning again staying in place for every stroke.??*