AUTHOR'S NOTE
We are back to Twins in Trouble this week. Two more episodes of the Earl's Future have been completed and will appear when MMSA Stories permits (I am afraid he only allows one story per author for each update).
The entire household had been totally exhausted after the previous day's dramatic events. Robbie and Sammy had eventually woken from their blissful sleep on the sofa and, a little regretfully, made their way to their own rooms. There, they slept soundly until well past nine in the morning. Surprisingly perhaps, because hers had been the most tiring day, Sarah was the first to rise at just after 8.30. She made her way down to the kitchen and started laying the table for breakfast. That was a slow process, because of her ignorance of where anything was kept, but she had done a creditable job by the time Sammy appeared at a quarter past nine.
Sammy, who was still enjoying her position as surrogate mother of this now expanded "family", suggested that Sarah should go upstairs and wake the others. "You needn't worry about Robbie", she said, "he's already in the bath".
Sarah went first to Jo and Sandy's room. She found them awake, but still in bed, chatting excitedly about what they would be able to do in the hunt for the villains. They happily jumped out of bed when told that breakfast was ready and, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, both immediately dropped their pyjama bottoms and craned their necks round to see what evidence remained of the previous night's spankings. They were gratified to note that the marks, though faded, were still definitely present on their small, firm bottoms.
Sarah, who had only dimly heard the punishments being administered and had not yet seen their results, was suitably impressed. "Wow, that looks as good as anything I get at home. What was it like being spanked by such a handsome lad as Robbie?".
Sandy laughed, "I wouldn't recommend it. He's ten times harder than Daddy, but I s'pose, if you've got to get a hard whacking, it's better to get it from someone as attractive as Robbie".
"Well, don't let on I said this", said Sarah with a rather naughty chuckle, "but I don't mind telling you that I had a dream last night about being naughty and having my bum smacked by Robbie. And it certainly wasn't a nightmare."
Sarah next went to the boys' room. Knowing a little of the ways of boys, she knocked before entering. There was no need. All three were still fast asleep. She went first to Adam's bed on the far side of the room. At some stage in the night he must have thrown off his pyjama top. It was lying beside the bed and she could see his bare shoulders. She was sorely tempted to pull the bed clothes off him, but she knew enough about boys to realise that that could be embarrassing and she resisted the temptation. That was a good thing because Adam had fallen asleep without bothering to pull his pyjama trousers back up. She leant over his sleeping body and, having cast a furtive look back at the twins to make sure they were still asleep, she planted the gentlest of kisses on his forehead. She had not intended him to be aware of the gesture, but it had been all he needed to rouse him. Instantly, his eyes opened and he saw the girl who had featured so largely in his dreams. Still drowsy from sleep, he acted on instinct rather than through judgment. Without a second's thought, he sat bolt upright, leant towards this vision of loveliness and kissed her on the lips.
It was only a moment before the two fourteen year olds realised what they had done. Both were covered with embarrassment and their complexion became equally pink. But neither could avert their eyes from the other. Sarah was wearing a white T shirt which seemed to emphasise the budding breasts beneath. Below, she was clad in tight blue jeans which showed off the slimness of her long legs to perfection. Adam, of course, was naked. She caught a glimpse of a hint of hair a little below his navel, but otherwise his skin was perfectly smooth. His frame was muscular, but still that of a growing boy. His hair was tousled from sleep. At last she dropped her eyes to the bed, but only to see a slightly stained handkerchief whose purpose she immediately guessed. She found herself secretly hoping that, when it had been put to use the previous night, he might have been thinking, just a little, of her.
They soon regained their composure and Sarah mumbled that she had been sent to get him and the twins up for breakfast. He lay back down again and slid under the covers to recover his pyjama trousers. For a moment his head was under the sheet. She smiled as she understood what he was doing. Oh how desperately she wanted to look, before he succeeded in his aim. But she knew she must not. With a sigh she turned to the twins' beds and gently shook each in turn to rouse them from their slumbers. She was slightly surprised, but also impressed, to see that they both had to perform the same operation as Adam before they could emerge from under the covers.
Sarah lingered a moment or two before leaving the room in the hope of seeing Adam fully out of bed. Her patience was rewarded as he threw back the covers and jumped to the floor. As he did so, he must have seen the handkerchief. He quickly bent to pick it up and she saw the perfect proportions of his slim buttocks through the tightly stretched cotton of his pyjama trousers. It would be nice, she thought, to settle down on a chair and watch him getting dressed. But that was the stuff of fantasy. With a smile, she left the room and went back downstairs.
With Sarah gone, the boys started talking.
"Well, lads", said Adam, "I was pretty impressed when I came to bed last night. It was like going into a fourteen year olds' dorm. I would guess you were enjoying yourselves quite a bit".
The twins, who were used to the dormitory chatter of senior prep school boys, were hardly embarrassed at all by this reference to their night time sport. They had also, of course, been fully aware, once their own exertions had ended, of the similar activity in Adam's bed. They both smiled and Charlie spoke for them.
"Well, I reckon you weren't having too bad a time yourself".
The three boys then stripped before looking for clothes to wear. The twins' bottoms still bore the bruises of the slipperings they had had on the previous day.
"Robbie's not exactly a weed when it comes to punishments, is he?", said Adam as he admired the work of an expert. "I'm not looking forward to my first swishing from him when he's a prefect."
"Nor me", said Timmy, making a face, "seems mad to be doing all this work for Common Entrance just to make sure we can got to a school where we'll be swished by the world's expert", but he laughed as he said it. He and Charlie were absolutely devoted to Robbie and, though the prospect of being caned by him was not one that filled them with pleasure, both were determined to get into Upton and spend their first year under his supervision.
Once all the children were seated round the table, Robbie took the floor. He was aware that both sets of twins seemed to be eager to return to their crime fighting activities of the previous day, and he knew he had to dampen their enthusiasm as soon as possible.
"Right everyone, here's the plan for the day. The police will be coming to interview us at about 12 o'clock. No one leaves the grounds before then.", the four twins' faces fell as they thought of the trail going dead before they could do anything, but no one was going to argue with Robbie. "Charlie and Timmy will come to the study for some much needed tuition immediately after breakfast", their faces fell even more. "Sammy will make sure that Jo and Sandy keep out of mischief. Sarah, you and Adam can do your own thing. But remember, no straying from the grounds. The chance that the crooks know where Sarah is, is pretty remote, but we are not going to take any risks." The two sets of twins may have been feeling a little flat, but Adam and Sarah couldn't have been happier as they contemplated spending a few hours together.
The morning for Charlie and Timmy passed horribly slowly as they conjugated their Latin and recited the dates of various battles over the centuries. Sammy, having checked with Robbie that it would be ok to do so, took Jo and Sandy to the paddock where all three girls found suitable mounts and set off for a gentle canter round the grounds of the house. Sarah and Adam wandered off happily for a walk down to the river. Each was desperate to find an excuse to embrace the other, but neither had the courage to make the first move. Nevertheless, they chatted happily enough about the strange events which had brought them together, and about their shared admiration for the dashing youth who had become their leader.
The police interviewed each child separately. The process was a lengthy one as the clear and succinct accounts given by the children had to be labouriously translated into the pompous language favoured by the police service. There was a break for lunch, prepared proudly by Sammy, at one o'clock. Finally, at three thirty, all the statements had been taken and the police prepared to leave. Robbie managed a quick word in private with Inspector Mullins. He learnt that there was thought to be little hope of tracking down the crooks quickly. It was most likely, it seemed, that they had fled from the neighbourhood at the first sound of police sirens. But a painstaking search had started and would continue. In the meantime, Inspector Mullins would be most grateful if Sarah, Jo and Sandy could continue to stay at the Hardmans' house until it was thought to be safe for them to return home.
"I am sure I don't need to say this to you", Inspector Mullins had concluded, "but it would be a very grave mistake for any of you to return to the island before we know it is safe again."
"Don't worry Officer, I have already impressed on the twins the serious trouble they will be in if any of them leaves the grounds. Adam and Sarah are more mature and I am sure they won't do anything silly".
Inspector Mullins smiled as he heard the youth's words. The story of Charlie's and Timmy's punishment in the cave had emerged during the statement taking process. He had heartily approved of Robbie's actions and was quite satisfied that the boy would be perfectly capable of restraining the high-spirited children in the future.
It had been a week before the authorities thought it safe for Jo, Sandy, Adam and Sarah to return to their homes and for all the children to resume their expeditions to the island. During that week, Timmy and Charlie had worked extraordinarily hard at their studies, and played just as hard when not at their books. There had been a couple of close scrapes, but neither boy had had to feel the dreaded slipper on his bottom again. Jo and Sandy had also had to be warned twice, but they, too, had managed to stay just on the right side of the line.
Adam, I am sorry to report, had not shown himself to be quite as mature as Robbie had predicted. Left to his own devices one morning, when Sarah had been helping Sammy with some household chores, he had borrowed a bicycle, with the stated intention of riding round the grounds. But, as soon as he was out of sight, he had made for the drive and set off to have a look at the island again. He had no intention of actually rowing out, but he did want to see what signs of police activity there were. He was amply rewarded. The foreshore was crawling with police. There seemed to be white tape everywhere, preventing anyone from taking a boat to go out to the island.
Adam returned to the house, his little escapade undetected, and found Sarah to confide in her what he had seen. She was incredibly impressed by his bravado.
"Gosh, what would have happened if Robbie had found out?"
"I would have a very sore bum", he said with a smile, "but don't worry, no one saw me, so he'll never know".
"Do you mean he'd be allowed to whack you for it?"
"Of course he would. He's in charge and my father made it quite clear that he could punish me. Still, that's all academic. I'm not going to do it again, so my bum is safe."
He spoke too soon. It had become part of the routine for the whole household to gather in the sitting room to watch the local news on the black and white television. That evening was no exception. The supper was in the oven and they all gathered round the set to see whether their adventures would be featured again. The first story was about a sailing boat whose crew had had to be saved by the coastguards. But then there was an update on the cave kidnapping, as the story was now universally known. A reporter spoke to the camera, his back to the island, and informed his audience that the search was continuing, but that nothing had yet been found. Then he spoke of the inconvenience to the locals caused by the banning of any use of boats around the island. As he did so, the camera panned around to take in the handful of residents who were watching the police activities. For some reason, it zoomed in on a young teenage boy. There was a gasp in the sitting room as the familiar features of Adam, slightly grainy in appearance, could be seen staring out to sea. He was only in vision for a matter of seconds and, in desperate hope, he glanced quickly at Robbie to see whether he had noticed. He was left in no doubt about that. Robbie's mouth was wide open in surprise at what he had seen. For an instant, he just stared blankly at the screen. But then he turned to Adam. His words were brief, but they made a deep impression on all who heard them.
"The study now Adam".
There was no point in arguing. Adam rose from his seat, instinctively stroking his slim jeans covered bottom as he did so, and made for the door. Robbie followed him. The others sat in silence to await the sounds all expected from the study across the passage.
Neither Robbie nor Adam spoke until they were in the study and the door closed behind them. Even then, their conversation was hardly lengthy.
"Anything you want to say Adam?"
"No, Robbie, except I know I was stupid and I won't do it again."
"No, you won't. I'm sorry Adam, but I've got no choice. I can't let you off. If I did, it would send out quite the wrong message to the others." As he spoke, he walked towards the cupboard where the slipper was kept. In fact, although Mr Hardman's slipper was indeed still there, Robbie had placed a large gym shoe next to it. It was that that his hand went towards.
It had never occurred to Adam that he might be let off. "I know that Robbie", he said as the older boy opened the cupboard door and revealed the shoe, "you've obviously got to do it", and he started undoing his jeans.
Robbie turned and saw the fourteen year old pulling down his jeans and then starting to remove his underpants as well.
"It's ok, Adam, you can keep them on".
"Thanks, but the twins got it bare, I think I should as well", and he eased down his underpants as well. Then, without waiting for further instruction, he positioned himself in the centre of the room, placed his feet a few inches apart, and bent over, touching his toes. As he did so, he did not feel nearly as unconcerned as he had tended to when his father had wielded the slipper in recent times. As we have already learnt, the canings he had suffered at Upton had led him to realise that his father's punishments were no longer to be as dreaded as they had been when he was younger. But he had seen Robbie beat Charlie and Timmy. He knew that what he was about to suffer would be no piece of cake. He took a very deep breath as he felt the tapping of the rubber soled shoe on his bottom which preceded the punishment.
Robbie, for his part, had mixed emotions as he looked down on the younger boy's firm, slim and round bottom. He was fond of Adam. He had known him for the best part of a year, although not, obviously, that well. If, at the end of the previous term, he had been asked to name five of the first year boys at Upton whom he expected to do well at the school, Adam would definitely have been in the list. He was a good sportsman. He was well-liked by his peers and, so Robbie had discovered from one or two prefects, he took discipline very well. Now he had been thrown together with the boy for only a few days in the holidays and all his previous assessments had been confirmed. Adam had been constantly cheerful. He had been mischievous, but only in a way to endear him to his elders. He had pulled his weight around the house, in those unusual circumstances, with never a murmur of complaint. His obvious infatuation for Sarah had amused Robbie, without in any way leading him to think the less of the lad. All these thoughts tended to make Robbie upset that he was now going to have to hurt Adam quite a bit.
But Robbie also felt a strange feeling of excitement at what he was about to do. If he was being honest, he would have had to admit that, in the moments when he had contemplated the authority which he would enjoy as a prefect, he had more than once imagined what it would be like caning Adam. He was entirely confident that that was something he would eventually be called upon to do. And it was a prospect which did, I am sorry to say, give him some pleasure. There was something about the boy's physique which seemed perfect for traditional school punishment. And Robbie had definitely been looking forward to administering it. At school, of course, Adam would be fully clothed for any punishments. To see his naked bottom now was a bonus which he could never have expected until the events of recent days. And even then, despite the message from the boy's father about how he was to be treated, he had not really expected to be in this position.
"I'm sorry Adam, but it's going to have to be six. I'd like to give you fewer, but Charlie and Timmy will be listening and I can't let them think I've gone soft."
"It's what I expect. I'm just lucky it's not the cane."
Robbie took a couple of paces back, drew the shoe behind his shoulder and jumped forward, putting his entire weight behind the blow. The sound of the first crack of rubber on boy's bottom was surprisingly loud in the sitting room opposite. All six occupants winced as they imagined what Adam's bottom must have felt. In the study itself, Adam only just managed not to stumble forward as the shoe connected. He felt the searing pain a split second later. Robbie watched as the flesh turned from white to pink to red. He stepped back again, waited for a good twenty seconds, and then launched the next stroke with equal force. And so it went on. The six strokes took about two minutes to complete. To Adam, it seemed more like two hours as his bottom became more and more painful and hot. Even to the silent children listening in the sitting room, Adam's ordeal seemed to be lasting an age.
But finally it was over. The sound of the sixth crack was followed, a moment later, by the sound of the combined exhalation of breath of the six occupants. All knew Robbie too well by now to think that he would be capable of giving anyone more than six strokes. They knew it was over, and their relief was almost as great as Adam's.
The poor boy was in serious pain as he waited for the instruction to rise. It came mercifully quickly, and he had no concerns about grabbing his burning bottom with both hands and rubbing it furiously, hopping from foot to foot as he waited for the pain to ease. After a minute or two, the immediate pain began to fade and he was sufficiently composed to release his grip on his buttocks and pull his underpants and jeans back up. When he had got his breath back, he managed a few words to his punisher.
"Gosh, Robbie, I can't wait to tell the boys at school what they're in for when you're a prefect. Don't be surprised if there's a sudden improvement in behaviour."
Robbie smiled. "Well, if a job's worth doing, it's worth doing well. Would you like to be alone for a bit, while you get over it?"
"No, that's ok thanks, better not lose any time in telling the others it's not worth breaking the rules".
They left the study, crossed the passage and went into the sitting room. All eyes were on Adam as he came in. He smiled at them, gingerly sat down on a chair and gave his report.
"You are looking at a very rare creature, the boy who survived a thrashing from Robbie Taylor. I don't advise any of you to get the wrong side of him", and he smiled to show that he felt no sense of injustice.
Timmy and Charlie jumped up, both eager to be the first to speak. Timmy got in just ahead of his twin.
"Wow Adam, we know Robbie's hard, but that was just mega loud, even in here. Was it bare?"
"Of course, Robbie doesn't do things by halves, as you two ought to know by now".
"Certainly do", said Charlie, "but it sounded like he surpassed himself then. When can we see your bum?"
"Little sadists", said Adam with a chuckle, "you can wait till after supper".
"Oh please", begged Timmy, "it's so much more interesting if you see it straight after a whacking and then a few hours later as well."
"Yes", said Charlie, "and you got to see us actually getting it. Come on, don't be mean".
Adam gracefully gave in, "Ok", he said wearily, "can we go to the study?". Robbie nodded his agreement, and the eager twins, pushing Adam ahead of them, rushed out of the room.
Sarah felt a twinge of disappointment that Adam had not felt able to drop his jeans and underpants in front of her, but she was hopeful that she might get somewhere with him later.
In the study, the twins were cheerfully studying the crimson bottom of their friend and swearing that they had never seen anything so good in their lives before.
"Well, glad someone's enjoying it", said Adam, laughing again, "no more viewings till bed time though".
"Ok", said Charlie, "bet it'll be really multi-coloured by then. He's really ace isn't he?"
"I think I would have to agree with you. Still so keen to come to Upton?"
"If I need to be swished", said Timmy solemnly, "I'd much rather it was Robbie doing it than anyone else, even if he's twice as hard as all the others put together."
After supper that night both sets of twins volunteered, unusually, to go to bed before being told to do so. That was because Timmy and Charlie had whispered to Jo and Sandy that they would describe Adam's bottom to them. They slipped furtively into the boys' room together and the girls listened spell bound to the boys' description of their brother's bottom. They had seen it themselves, after slipperings at home, but it was quite clear to them that Robbie had produced a veritable masterpiece.
Downstairs, Robbie and Sammy had settled in the sitting room to watch television and Adam and Sarah had announced their intention of having a game of billiards before bed. Both, if the truth be told, were hoping for something a little different as they made their way to the privacy of the billiard room. But it was Sarah who had the courage to make the running. As soon as the door was shut, she moved closer to him and gently put her arms around his waist. She gazed up into his face and slowly moved her lips towards his. She kissed them lightly, pulled him closer towards her and whispered into his ear.
"Adam, it was so awful listening to you getting the slipper. But you were so brave. I always cry after the first couple of smacks, and that's just with Daddy's hand. Does it still hurt a lot?"
Adam could not believe his luck. He was breathing heavily with the excitement of such close contact with the girl of his dreams, but he managed to whisper back.
"No, it's ok now. The pain never lasts that long. It's just at the time you're getting it and straight after that it's really bad."
She let her right hand drop a little and slowly eased it down to caress his left cheek. Then her left hand the other side of that perfect bottom and, with the gentlest of pressure, she pushed him even closer to her.
"That is just so soothing Sarah. I wish you were there to do this after all my punishments."
He could feel that his excitement was beginning to manifest itself in the way that such things usually excite boys of his age, but he was loving it too much to allow any embarrassment to force him to pull away. She went on whispering in his ear.
"Did you hear that Charlie and Timmy showed their bums to Jo and Sandy that first night?"
He felt his heart quickening as he realised the significance of the question.
"Yes", he gulped.
"Would you like me to stroke your bum properly, bare?"
He gulped again. She must have been aware of his condition. He could feel his jeans bulging uncontrollably at the front and pressing against her. And she was contemplating allowing him to release the cause of the pressure. He knew he should not accede, but he was not master of his own feelings. He wrapped his own arms round hers and found the two soft mounds of her buttocks. They felt so firm and warm beneath the coarse material of the jeans. At last, he gasped.
"Oh Sarah, please, please do it".
And he felt her hand fumbling with his belt. In a moment it was released and the top button undone. Slowly the zip was being lowered. He felt her hand brush against his throbbing organ as she eased the zip lower. Then her hands were pulling the jeans down. Soon, he felt the warmth of her flesh on his as she eased the underpants down. Then she was fondling his slim, oh so firm bottom with both hands. His excitement was growing by the second. He felt her push him slightly away. He had a sudden fear that she had realised the enormity of what she was doing and had determined to stop it before it went too far. But she smiled up at him and whispered again.
"Well, I'd better see it hadn't I?".
He released her from his embrace and turned to let her see his bottom. She gasped at the sight and laid a hand on the bruised cheeks.
"Adam, that is just so bad. It makes me feel so silly for the fuss I make when I'm spanked. You are just so brave."
Then, with a sudden resolve, she pulled him towards her again, this time with his back and bottom pressing into her front, and, tentatively at first, put her right hand round his excitement. She tightened her grip on it and started a slow pumping.
"Am I doing it right?", she whispered.
"Oh God, yes, this is just so good".
She pulled him down to the floor and lay facing him as she continued the pumping. Then with a sudden ferocity, she felt the surge as he could contain it no longer. In a moment, breathing fast and heavy, they fell into each other's arms and lay back in bliss.
Adam had never had such a pleasurable experience before in his young life. As a smile played on his lips, he thought to himself that he would take any number of beatings from Robbie if this was to follow each one.
But I digress from the true story.
The rest of the holidays passed without incident. Adam and his sisters returned to their home and Sarah to hers. Mr and Mrs Hardman came home, and listened in amazement to the excited accounts they were given by their sons of the strange events that had taken place in their absence. Robbie said his sad farewells to the family. Saddest of all, of course, was his departure from Sammy. And he, too, left the house to prepare for his last term as a non-prefect at Upton. Charlie and Timmy, having revised more for the Common Entrance than either would have thought possible, helped pack their trunks before setting off for their last term at prep school. The police searches became less and less intense. Soon, all was back to normal again.
Robbie's excellent work with the twins paid off handsomely. Both passed the Common Entrance with marks which were far higher than their masters had dared consider possible. Robbie was told, just before the end of term, that his appointment as a prefect was confirmed, and, on top of that, that he was to be head of his house. Jo and Sandy also successfully passed their exams and were accepted at girls boarding school in Hertfordshire (despite their pleas to be allowed to go to a mixed school). Adam had got through his first year at Upton and emerged as glittering hope for the future, even though he had somehow managed to be caned more than any other boy in his year. He and Sarah had corresponded regularly. Sammy and Robbie had also continued their romance in letters. Now the long Summer holidays loomed. And for all of our heros there was a special treat in store.
Sarah's parents had been concerned about leaving her for too long with no one other than her ageing former nanny to look after her. They had thought desperately of ways to keep her safe. They contemplated taking her on their long business trip to America, but they knew she would be miserable spending endless hours on her own in hotel rooms. An aunt had been approached, but was far too busy to be able to put up her niece for such a long time. Finally, they had had the obvious idea. And Sarah's father was nothing if not efficient. It had taken him no longer than a day or two to contact the various parents and persuade them to go along with his plan.
So it was that Robbie, Sammy, Charlie, Timmy, Adam, Jo and Sandy all arrived at Sarah's house to spend the Summer together. Once again, Robbie's authority was confirmed by all the parents. His gym shoe, and now for the first time, his head of house's cane, were carefully packed in his case.
It was on the second day that Charlie, Timmy, Jo and Sandy made the find. They were playing in the woods beside the house. The girls were chasing the boys when Timmy suddenly tripped and fell flat on his face. He eased himself up and checked for injuries. There were none. He was just about to go on when his eye caught something at his feet. He bent down. Yes, it was a small leather wallet. When he looked inside, he could not possibly have understood the implications of his find. He closed it again and put it in his pocket. Only to be remembered again when he undressed for bed that night.
Timmy noticed the wallet again when he was casually folding his jeans before putting on his pyjamas. He sat on his bed, naked as the day he was born, and looked inside again. The scruffy bit of paper was stuck between two other small documents. He pulled it out and read the words. At first he did not understand their significance. But then it came to him in a blinding flash. Why should anyone, he suddenly thought, have those three names and two addresses written on a piece of paper. He gazed down at it again. Yes, there could be no mistake: "Sarah Foster, the Old Rectory; Josephine and Alexandra Clayton, Woodside". Josephine and Alexandra had to be Jo and Sandy and Sarah was, of course, Sarah. The wallet had obviously been lying there for many months. It must have been dropped at a time when there was only one connection between the three girls: they were all to be kidnapped. Timmy jumped up and called Charlie over. They both looked at the paper. Then, as though they had been one, they both charged for the door.
"Robbie, Robbie, everyone, look what we've found", they shouted at the tops of their voices, not even aware, I suspect, that they were both stark naked.
What else they found in that wallet, and how it was to lead them on yet another adventure, will be unfolded in the next instalment.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
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