Misdirected Punishment

Chapter 23: Misdirected Punishment

Almost a year to the day since Thomas had fallen into one of the Esklets, as the tributaries to Whitby’s River Esk were known, Priscilla was testing the water in a metaphorical as well as a literal sense, when she saw her father atop Thunder.

“Climb up. I’m taking you back to the house this instant. How many times have I told you not to go down to the river and that bucket isn’t fooling me.” His strong arms lifted her up, although not as strong as Lord Thirsk she guessed, and she hung on tight behind him. She had never been on a horse before, well not outside the stable, but she very much enjoyed the sensation on her clitoris as she leant forward and held on tight. It was a short, bouncy gallop, which she could not wait to repeat.

It is impossible to emphasise just how similar Abigail was to Priscilla in looks. Fanny, because she had bathed them, could tell them apart due to different marks on their bodies, Caroline could maybe spot differences in facial movements, but unless he was trying hard Nathaniel normally did not bother distinguishing them other than by their chosen clothing. So it was that when the time came for the punishment due because of the river infraction, it was Abigail who came downstairs in Priscilla’s muddy gown, which was looser fitting than her own.

Priscilla had always been the dominant twin. No-one was quite sure which had been born first but the miscreant had always laid claim to that honour. She seemed more confident, outspoken, wore more ostentatious clothing, although still dour compared with most daughters of knights, than her doppelganger who rarely spoke living deeper in her dark imagination. Priscilla, fresh from her ride, found it easy to persuade her sister that her bottom was too sore to take further ****. The reality was that it was her front parts that were aching and she was itching to deal with that problem.

Being disciplined was not something Abigail was accustomed to, so when she went to the study, all she knew was that her father would beat her. She was therefore surprised when he, who had no thought that he was being deceived, lifted up her dress with a stick. As it was not a particular warm day in Yorkshire she was wearing a petticoat, much to Nathaniel’s relief as he did not want to damage her robe and had long since decided that a daughter in her underwear in his study was inappropriate. After verbally chastising Abigail he asked the girl to position herself at the desk and lifted the top layer off her derrière.

Another change was that Nathaniel now used a riding crop, the same one Thomas had used on Caroline, to administer the sentence. He bitterly recalled the pain in his right hand from the previous year, which only kicked in once he was sure his crimson arsed victim was not seriously hurt. He had disciplined Priscilla before so he was certain she knew what feelings to expect.

But of course this was not Priscilla, but a natural submissive he was dealing with - a submissive who shared the same areas of stimulation as the other female members of the family. For some reason, maybe psychological, her twin, although experiencing the same tingle, associated her excitement with being bad rather than making the physical connection. When he struck the first blow Nathaniel was somewhat perplexed to hear “Ow!” followed by “Oo!”

The crop took much less effort than a spank and the contact was more localised, even through 2 layers of linen. Nathaniel figured that he would deal shorter quicker less painful blows which actually proved more exciting to this particular receiver and she was beginning to sound like a pair of wooing owls except the cry of pain was diminishing relative to the consequent cry of ecstasy. This sensual experience was not at all surprising to Abigail as she had longed to feel the effects of what she had seen and heard at Fanny’s door. She made the correct connection then and all this did was confirm her desires.

When Abigail returned from her new sexual enlightenment, she discovered the undressed Priscilla in a post masturbatory sleep and, though her bottom was warm and sore ,the more reserved twin could not wait to follow suit.