Below that were her stockinged legs. Both the girls had wonderful legs, and they made the most of them. Sammy's thighs were stretched out by the bonds around her ankles, and her calf muscles also strained, made more exquisitely shapely by the high heels she wore. Just below her panties, the white frilly garters kept her pale mesh stockings up, and they were the final delicious sight for Jack. He took Sammy's skirt and lifted it even farther, up to her waist, running his hands over her tap pants again.

"Fuck, this'll be great?" he said.

"You let me go!" Sammy screamed, but Jack just stood back and looked at her.

"Can you see you sister's ass?" he asked Amanda, who was hanging on the ropes, so terrified she couldn't speak. "I said," Jack almost shouted, "can you."

"N-No," said Amanda, and tried to stop herself from bunting into tears.

"We can't have that," said Jack. "You must be able to see what I'm doing to her."

He went over and slid one of the tall, wheeled mirrors over until it was behind Sammy's ass and showed the softly sobbing Amanda everything that was going on.

"Now," said Jack. "They tell me you started on your men like this."

His hand raised the thin cane over Sammy's helpless ass.

"Oh God!" Amanda sobbed, watching her sister as she wriggled and tried to crane her head around to see what was happening.

There was a slight swish, and the cane cut a thin deep line into the white silk of Sammy's pants.

"Aagghhhhh!" Sammy screamed, heaving on the bar, her hands pulling helplessly at the leather bonds that held her. "Ohhhh, you beast! You bastard! Stop it, stop it, uuurrrggghh! Oh no, no, stop!"

She screamed again as the thin cane cut across her pants and deep agony burst out in her ass.

"I believe you whipped your men like this, didn't you?" asked Jack as he laid into Sammy's ass with greater fury.