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 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 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 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.   

Once Rose stood up, Rosie went and took her place, bending over the caning bench and stretching her arms to clasp hold of the far end of the bench. She loved being in this position, feeling helpless and defenceless, her bubble bottom presented for Mrs. Danvers to cane, enjoying being submissive, knowing that like so many of the girls, she had a crush on Mrs. Danvers because of her totally authoritative persona.   

Mrs. Danvers again took up her position, rubbed the cane across Rosie’s bare bottom, tapped her bottom twice with the cane, pulled her arm back, and brought the cane down, giving the same hard stroke that she gave Rose to begin with. Even as she watched Rosie struggle to stay in place, she pulled her arm back and brought the cane down for the second stroke, equally as hard, knowing the pain that Rosie would be suffering but rightly believing that it was her job to make her suffer.   

Rose saw the pain etched across Rosie’s face as the third stroke landed. It was like looking in a mirror as Rosie had the same face that she did. As she watched the welt quickly develop, she knew that Rosie relished the pain as much as she did, and, as the fourth stroke landed, smiled to herself, knowing that Rosie was struggling as much as she did but was enjoying it as well.   

Rosie’s face again creased up as the fifth stroke bit into her bottom and knew there was one stroke left. She heard the swish, and the thwack, felt the pain rushing to and fro across her bottom, and threw her head back. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she hissed in and out through clenched teeth but told herself that she had gotten through yet another caning. As much as the pain was so difficult to deal with, she now had the joy of having a stinging, welted bottom which would be difficult to sit down on, but knew she still had to look forward to being dealt with by the dorm mistress and, so, was a long way from the end of her pain-filled day.   

Mrs. Danvers was happy with the six thick red welts and ordered, “Right, Rosie, you can get up. Both of you can get your knickers back on and get straight to your dorms.”   

With that, Mrs. Danvers went to the table in the other corner of the room where she entered the punishments in the punishment log. She glanced up the page and saw that over half the entries were either Rose or Rosie or both together, which didn’t make her smile. Once again, she told herself that both girls wanted the cane and there was no reason to deprive them of that as every detention was correctly given, as was every caning.   

Rose and Rosie both went and picked up their knickers, stepped into them, gently eased the elastic down onto their stinging bottoms, pulled the hems of their dresses out of the belt, straightened their dresses, and both turned to Mrs. Danvers and said, “Thank you for caning me, headmistress.” Neither expected an answer and both turned and walked out of the punishment room and went back into the corridor.   

Once outside, both girls smiled at each other, albeit through their blurred vision because, as always, tears welled up in their eyes. As they walked, they knew that the tears started to roll down their cheeks and they wiped them away with the backs of their hands but didn’t bother to go into the toilets to wash their faces because they saw those tears staining their faces as badges of honour. Even as they passed other girls in the corridor who looked at them, knowing where they must have been and what must have been done to them, Rose and Rosie just smiled back at the blurred faces.   

As they got to the dormitories, and before separating, they gave each other a peck on the cheek and said, “See you tomorrow at breakfast.”     

Rose and Rosie went to their separate dormitories, to be met by the dorm mistress. Both were told the same. “Get undressed and go and sit on your beds and wait for me. I will be giving you a spanking and you will go to bed early. You will not talk to any of the other girls when they do get back to the dorms, and if I find that you do, then you will get another spanking right there in front of them.”   

Rose and Rosie did as they were told and, moments later, both were sitting on their beds with their hands resting on their laps, having got completely undressed, and waited. They knew that being naked added to the humiliation, except there was no one else in the dorm to look at them, as all the other girls were downstairs for their after-dinner activities. Even though they were alone, as much as both girls wanted to run their fingers between their legs and along what they knew were very wet pussy lips, they didn’t, because that way they knew they would enjoy the spankings even more than if they gave themselves orgasms before the spanking.     

The wait wasn’t long, and, as each dorm mistress came toward them, Rose and Rosie both stood up and folded their arms behind their backs in the alternative form of submission, and obedience, and watched as the dorm mistress sat on the corner of their beds. As soon as they pointed to their thighs, both girls quickly bent down across the dorm mistresses’ lap, just as they had to do every time they were caned by the Headmistress.   

Because it was commonly thought. amongst all the staff. that both Rose and Rosie deliberately earned themselves a caning, and therefore a spanking, it was always felt that no one should hold back when giving the spanking. So, neither did they this time and, as they finished rubbing the bare bottom across their lap, enjoying the feel of the raised welts, they saw it as their duty to make the spanking as hard as they could. So, each mistress in their separate dormitory raised their hand and brought their palm down on the girls far bottom cheek and proceeded to spank them on alternate bottom cheeks time and again.   

Rose and Rosie both struggled with the spankings, knowing the pain was multiplied because of the earlier caning. However, as much as the spanking did hurt, they relished it as much as the caning, being so submissive with their bottoms being the highest part of their body and being turned, no doubt, redder and redder on top of the raised welts.    

As each dorm mistress changed to spanking the same bottom cheek several times in a row and then the other bottom cheek several times in a row, they knew they were making sure the spanking was as hard as they could, although never expected it to be hard enough to stop the girls deliberately getting double detentions in future. However, because all the other girls knew about the spankings, they seemed better behaved every time a finger was pointed toward them as a warning to them that they could be in for a spanking if they didn’t obey them. So, spanking these two girls actually worked as an incentive for the other girls to behave.   

Both Rose and Rosie couldn’t stop themselves from crying, uncontrollably this time, because the spanking just went on and on, as it always did, and well after when they wished the spanking would stop. Of course, they knew a spanking had to be as hard as this one was and would continue even whilst they cried uncontrollably in a bid to make them behave better in the future. Both girls knew that wouldn’t happen with them, and it wouldn’t be long before they earned another double detention and six strokes of the cane from Mrs. Danvers, and, after that, another bare bottom spanking from the dorm mistress.   

Once both dorm mistresses considered they had given a hard enough spanking, they ordered, “Right, get into bed, no nightclothes, and, as I have said before, no talking to the other girls when they get back. Any disobedience will lead to another spanking.”   

It was quite a threat. Whilst Rose and Rosie were happy to be caned in front of each other and knew that the other girls were envious of them, neither had yet wanted to be spanked in front of any other girls. Of course, that might change.   

Rose and Rosie slid under the covers, on their tummies, naked, as they loved to be after a caning and spanking, and, when the dorm mistress had walked away, quickly eased their fingers along their pussy lips and gave themselves the first of multiple orgasms. They often wondered if the dorm mistress stayed and listened out for it but didn’t worry about that. The orgasms made it all so worthwhile even though to get them like this the pain was so awful. However, well worth it, they told themselves once again as they reached yet another super orgasm.