The Callipygain Twins

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The Callipygain Twins

"No!" Samantha said.

"Of course not." Tabitha, her twin, echoed.

"But you have to." Laurel begged. "You just have to. Like, you're the only twins I know."

"That doesn't mean anything." Tabitha countered.

"And you're both so callipygian." Laurel said.

"Um, thanks?" Tabitha said.

"Is that a complement?" Samantha asked.

"Well duh." Laurel replied. "Like, I just compared you both to a goddess."

"Well I'm still not doing it." Tabitha asserted.

"We're not doing it." Samantha added.

"But I've got grant money and like if don't help I have to give it back." Laurel whined.

"Money?" Tabitha asked.

"How did you get a grant for that?" Samantha demanded.

"I got some from the history department and like some from the fine arts people."

"History?"

"Fine arts?"

"Like I told the history department I could settle a debate from the 19th century and like the fine arts people think it's performance art." Laurel explained.

"You said money." Tabitha pointed out. "How much?"

"Tabitha!"

"Don't Tabitha me. Who spent this month's miscellaneous money on a pair of shoes?"

"But they look good on you too." Samantha said. "And you spent last month's miscellaneous so it was my turn."

As students on a very fixed budget, the twins didn't get to make many financial decisions. Their rent money went straight to the dorm committee, the bulk of their food money went to the food plan which gave them access to the dining halls, their book money vanished at the start of each term, and so on. The only real discretionary spending they had was the month in their monthly "miscellaneous" budget.

"If money's an issue like you could get a per diem." Laurel offered.

"What's your budget?" Tabitha demanded.

"Well I like need to book a room, get the props made..."

"Props?" Tabitha asked.

"We have to make it look 19th century like for the history department." Laurel explained. "And you aren't the only two I'll have to pay. I'll need, um, like two for the main bit, a safety expert, an MC, and like..."

"But none of that can happen without us." Tabitha countered. "So we should get more."

"Um, maybe I could go $300? Each." Laurel offered.

Six hundred dollars would solve most of their budget problems, at least for a month or two.

"Three hundred?" Tabitha laughed. "Get serious. You called use god like."

"Goddess like." Laurel corrected. "Um, well, maybe I could go... like four hundred?"

"Are we bargaining?" Samantha asked.

"Did you want to pick up a bottle of wine for the weekend?" Tabitha asked. "Because I do and our account is empty. But $400? Please. That's not an offer, that's an insult."

"Um, maybe if I go through my budget and like find more money?" Laurel said.

Laurel got out her budget and crunched the numbers for the twins. They settled on $537 each (which was basically all the budget would allow) and the promise that if everything else came in under budget they would get more.


On the day of the exhibit, Laurel upped the offer, but only slightly. She said that they could keep their costumes if they wanted them. Not that the twins really wanted 19th century style gym clothes, but they never said no to free clothing even if it was just an old fashioned jumper set. Not that either would wear the underwear again; since it was from an era before elastics the 'drawers' had a draw string that had be tugged snug and tied off. Several ways those drawers reminded the twins of their brother's swimsuits.

"We shouldn't be doing this." Samantha told her twin as they change.

"Do you have better source of cash?" Tabitha demanded. "One that doesn't involve us kissing, groping, or otherwise doing things to each other's bodies? Or having sex with strangers for cash?"

"No." Samantha admitted. "But this is taken our clothes off."

"But not for sex." Tabitha countered. "We're basically just modelling."

"Is that what you're telling dad?" Samantha asked.

"Fuck no! Dad doesn't hear about this. And we don't tell mom in case she tells dad. Remember how he freaked when he found that bra in the backseat?"

"I'll never forget." Samantha answered. "I thought we'd be grounded forever and ever. I still can't believe you got Mindy Jackson to say she left it there after a trip to the bench."

"I just had to tell her folks that the wine under they found her back porch was mine. They called dad and told on me, but you know dad never cared about drinking. Mr. Jackson tore into me, but that was okay. He even said that if I was his daughter then his belt would be coming off."

"Poor Mindy. Did dad tell on her about the bra?"

"Of course not! You know dad wants to think that all of friends are still 10 years old. He had an innocent explanation and accepted it. But that's beside the point. You know what I'm going to say."

"Enough stalling?"

"Enough stalling." Tabitha confirmed. "Time to earn our cash."

"Rocks paper scissors for the bad role?" Samantha asked.

"Sure."

After three ties there was a winner. Samantha grimaced, wishing that they had drawn straws.

"You're on the left. Stage left." Tabitha told her. "Unless you want me to do it?"

"No, I lost so I'll do it."

"Are you sure? Because I could..."

"Let's get this over with." Samantha said, walking out the door before she could change her mind.


The title of the exhibit, "a re-examining of the burning question of the mid 19th century British school system", kept most of the students away. There were maybe a dozen history students and a score of art students, which was more of an audience than the twins had hoped for. They had hoped that the only witnesses would be the other students involved in the project, but that wasn't to be.

To save money, Laurel was acting as MC and it was clear from their expressions that the other set of twins present (Reg and Tod Whitman) were eager to start.

"Welcome to 'a re-examining of the burning question of the mid 19th century British school system'. Like I'm sure that most of you know background behind this question, but like for those of you who don't, I'll like give a background while everything like gets moved into place." Laurel nervously told the crowd.

On one hand was Samantha glad that the money for the stagehands was cut from the budget, but she hated that her and sister had to manhandle the props on to the stage. It was good that Reg and Tod helped, but Samantha couldn't help wonder why everything wasn't set up. She suspected that it was to give Laurel a change to give her spiel, but Samantha didn't think that Laurel should drag it on. Laurel was obviously nervous and was saying the word 'like' far more than she normally did.

"Like today schools still debate... Oh, sorry, like I skipped a card." Laurel said, searching through her notes. "Like the Victorian schools had a huge debate over corporal punishment. Today schools still debate the issue but like the Victorians had a different debate. Like today we debate whether we should or should not like hit the kids but then like they had a different debate."

The props were surprisingly heavy. Tabitha had thought that they would be light. They were basically sawhorses with the central beam replaced with a thick leather covered bar and leather buckles added at both ends, but lifting them Tabitha saw that they were made of much heavier wood than the expected two by fours. The legs seemed to be four by fours, or maybe thicker; Tabitha certainly wasn't taking the time to measure them. Then there were the leather buckles that would secure her in it.


"Like the Victorian debate was to use the cane or the birch on their students." Laurel revealed.

A murmur ran through the crowd. Most of the audience weren't sure that they heard what Laurel said correctly.

"And like they um, like they put the students over that, um, those, um, one of those things each." Laurel said, stumbling over her lines. "Like the birch was used first but that had a problem because... Okay, like let me start over. The birch was the earlier instrument that was like somewhat displaced by the cane, especially in schools, because the birch works best on bare skin. Like it doesn't really work over clothes."


Samantha raised her skirt and worried at her drawstring. Finally the knot gave way and she was able to lower them. Samantha stepped out of the old fashioned things to catcalls, telling herself to think good thoughts.

"Whereas like the cane worked better over clothes." Laurel continued, talking over the crowd. "It can work without clothes but like it can work over it better than the birch can."

Samantha hiked her skirt as she mounted the bar while Tabitha kept hers down, both sisters trying to ignore the catcalls from the small audience. Easing herself forward on the bar, Tabitha winced at the feel of the leather bar against her old fashioned underwear.

Samantha did more than wince. She was happy that no one could see her facial expression as her naked nether lips rubbed hard against the leather. She gulped slightly as the leather actually opened her cleft, but at this stage she could only hope that the audience couldn't see how vulnerable she was. Reg Whitman moved her slightly as he secured her legs, spreading them even more as he fastened her legs to the birching rail. As he moved up to fasten her wrists, Samantha tried to shift subtly, but she couldn't. Too much of her weight was resting on her crotch to be able to shift without being obvious about it.

Tod Whitman was moving slower than his twin as he secured Tabitha to the frame. He was still working on her wrists when a loud swish crack filled the room.

"Oh!" Samantha said, surprised that it hadn't hurt more. She had heard so many nightmare stories about the birch, for it not to really, really hurt was almost shocking.

As another swish crack sounded, Laurel's voice tried to compete with it.

"The other issue with the birch is like it needed more work for the same result." Laurel said. "Twenty or 30 strokes was a standard type sentence."

Then there was sharp crack that drew a loud yelp from Tabitha.

"Um, while like the cane got there with fewer strokes over clothes." Laurel informed the onlookers. "Six to 12 strokes could be given faster. Like especially since she wouldn't have to like take her clothes off."

Each girl wondered which of them had the better role. One was practically nude in front of everyone and due fifteen to twenty strokes while the other was clothed and getting fewer strokes but each of those individual strokes hurt so much more.

Samantha's oh's grew in volume, changing to yelps and gasps as the birches crashed down again and again. Each time the bundle of birch switches made contact, Samantha shifted position, rubbing her open cleft up and down the leather rail. She could feel a wetness forming, her juices slowly dripping from her body.

In a way her own body was betraying her with this mixture of pain and budding desire.


Tabitha's ride was less diverting. She couldn't feel the leather against her skin and her cleft wasn't parted by the rail, at least not until late in the caning when the cane landed on an angle, crossing several other lines. That brought a sudden jerk that parted them. More to the point, hers was the sharp crack and sudden pain of the cane, not the slowly building burn of the birch. She rubbed and jerked on the rail but not in the same way that her sister did.


Both girls were sobbing when the punishments came to an end, but Samantha's sob had a different tone to them. Only Tabitha caught the shift in her sister's sobbing, wondering at where the echoes of pleasure came from.

"You can like see the job that the birch did and like we'll examine the cane marks in private, but like they both broke down." Laurel stated. "So like I guess the debate comes down to speed and like having to expose the bottom. The cane's much more efficient, so like it wins. And this ends the first and last performance of this piece."

There was scattered applause from the art students as the twins were released. Then, when they were backstage, the "no photos" rule was bent as Laurel had them pose bare cheek to bare cheek to document the experiment for her history professor.

Examining each other, it was hard for the sisters to say who had had it worse. Samantha had more welts and abrasions while Tabitha had a solid line of welts where that off angled stroke had crossed the others.


As they changed back into their normal clothing, Tabitha glanced at her sister and said: "At the end, why?"

"You didn't?"

"Duh."

"Bare skin, rubbing, parted, it happened." Samantha confessed.

"Not for me."

"You were..."

"... bare skinned." Tabitha agreed. "So?"

"We could."

"Let's."

When they returned to the stage they found the rails were back in the shadow. With others cleanings up after the event, no one noticed the two of them picking up one of the rails and carrying it away.

It might take a few days, or even a week or two, but the Tabitha was going to share Samantha's experience. To feel her body betray her as her bottom suffered and her open cleft wiggled on the rail.

Not that she wanted to, but she had to.

Otherwise they wouldn't be completely identical anymore.

Goodgulf

[goodgulf]

Since someone asked me about the meaning of the word I went to various online dictionaries... Here are three definitions of that word.

Callipygian:
- having shapely buttocks
- Having beautifully shaped buttocks.
- having well-shaped buttocks.

Origin: late 18th century: from Greek kallipūgos (used to describe a famous statue of Venus), from kallos 'beauty' + pūgē 'buttocks', + -ian.

In short, Laurel was saying "And you've both got such shapely, beautiful bums" when she was listing the reasons they should both go on stage and be spanked in her display. A display that she might have designed merely to see the two of them spanked.

The reason that word is in the title is, well, I wrote this one without a title. It didn't have one until I posted it, and then I was racking my mind for a good title, saw that word, and named it the way I did.

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