Other Institutions: The Jackson School For Girls: Chapter 2

THE GRIP TIGHTENS

Not much more could be achieved for the rest of the day, as Jack did not want to hurry his plan. All would be achieved more efficiently by being patient. The next day being Sunday Jack called round to accompany the family to mass, a tradition he did not hold but knew they did. Sunday also formed part of his plan as he had seen families who went to church and always admired the way they dressed up for the occasion. He intended to make Sundays very enjoyable in the future.

The girls looked wonderful in their Sunday best and Jack was on his best behaviour. Over the next few weeks Jack made Rose his personal property. Rose was a means to an end for Jack. He was using her to get at her daughters, and ultimately even more girls.

He decided to have a little fun with Rose and as humiliation was his scene, he decided that he would make Rose wear some of her daughters underwear. One evening when they were out, he began to plot their eventual and oh so slow and humiliating downfall.

Rose was told to go and fetch a couple of the girls Bras and panties. Easy way to find out what size they are is to check, he told her. This was a moment she had been dreading. It was bad enough what he was doing to her, but to involve her daughters was something she wasn't sure she could handle. The hesitation cost her dear. She was made to raise her skirt above her Panties, and as he circled her, he brought the strap down first across her bottom, gradually working his way across her thighs. She hated it across her thighs, it was somehow more personal, and it hurt like hell. The strapping's were getting more frequent lately, and she was beginning to tremble each and every time she saw Jack. This was exactly what Jack wanted. He never once got tired of looking at her with her skirt bunched up around her waist as he inspected her underwear. He had not yet taken her sexually, he was enjoying just controlling her. The threat of the sexual act was enough at the moment to allow him to control her.

"Well girl do you have something you want to ask me". He asked her as he looked at the red marks on her thighs. "Yes Sir could I please go and get some of Jean and Clare's underwear so you can see what size they are". Rose was blushing deeply. She felt deep shame at what she knew was going to happen. It cant be right, they were her daughters. "What a good idea Rose, leave the skirt bunched up, go and get some of your daughters underwear and lets investigate". Rose almost ran out of the room as she went to get her daughters intimate garments so a man could inspect them.

Jack was pleased with the way things were progressing, he made a slight adjustment down by his crotch, he did not want her to see his erection just yet,

He sat on the sofa in Roses front room. He was pleased with himself. Stood in front of him was Rose Chapman, he had made her remove her skirt and pantyhose, but had let her leave on her Bra and Panties. The Bra was simple and plain, the sort of Bra that most women would wear on an ordinary day. He liked that, he loved to see women in what he considered their normal underwear. The Panties were also a sort of everyday affair, White cotton, with pink around the legs and the waist. Very fetching. He turned his attention to the underwear that Rose had given him. He held up a Black Bra, running his hands over the fabric. Rose was feeling very uneasy. This was not right. "Whose Bra is this Rose". She looked at him like a little girl lost. "Well, which of you daughters owns this Bra Rose, is the question too difficult for you". Poor Rose had nowhere to go, she was churning inside. "Think about your replies girl, as the strap is not too far away". Rose wanted to run. "Please Sir this is so not right Sir". Jack grinned as he pointed to a table. "Go get the strap from the table and hand it to me". Rose panicked at the realisation of what was going to happen. "Sorry Sir, its Clare's Sir, its Clare's". Rose hung her head as she told him that the Bra belonged to her 18 year old daughter. “That's better my dear, so simple isn't it".

"Yes Sir sorry". He gave the Bra to her. Now hold it up in front of me so that I can get a good look at your daughters Bra". Rose held out the Bra as instructed and died a thousand deaths inside. "What size does it say it is". Rose looked at the tab at the back of the Bra and told him it was 34C. "Good now take off your Bra and put on your daughters, if I can not see your daughter in her Bra then I might as well look at her Mother in it". Rose was dumbfounded. "Sir it is too small for me Sir, please don't make me do this, its my daughters, its not right Sir, please don't make me". Rose started to sob as it dawned on her the path this was taking. "Come stand in front of me, between my legs". Rose edged closer and placed herself between his legs. He placed his hands on her thighs and ran them up to his bottom, cupping her bottom cheeks over her panties. She hated him with a passion, but she remained still as he took these awful liberties with her.

He lowered his hands down her thighs, and suddenly he slapped her hard across her naked thighs. The indignity of it was as bad as the sting it caused. "When you are given an order you will obey". He began to slap each thigh with gusto. At least ten hard slaps hit each bare thigh, both front and back. The pain intensified and Rose was truly scared. As soon as he stopped the onslaught Rose dropped to her knees and putting her hands out towards him begged to be allowed to try on the Bra. "Please Sir let me put Clare's Bra on for you Sir, please Sir". Jack reached out and patted her on her head, almost like you would a pet dog. "Certainly my dear, you can put on your daughters Bra, so that I can imagine her in it. That's very generous of you, your daughters must be very proud of you. Not many Mothers would offer to wear their daughters small Bra, so that a gentleman could see what it might look like on one of her little girls". The words hit Rose like a bolt. The verbal assault was as bad as the slapping. Rose Chapman dropped her head in shame and sobbed her heart out in front of this awful man. Giving her a few minutes to recover her composure and also revelling in her humiliation, he had her stand in front of him. "Now lets get on with what we were doing, Take of your Bra Rose". Rose took off her Bra, and not knowing what to do with it, she just stood there holding it in her hand. Jack took in the scene. What a wonderful sight. Her breasts were indeed wonderful. For a woman of her age there was very little sag. He let her stand in her shame for a minute or so, before taking her Bra from her and handing her Clare's Bra. "I hope this Bra is in good condition girl, I will not tolerate underwear that is not immaculate. From now on I think I will instigate underwear inspections, and if your underwear, and that of your daughters does not meet with my approval, there will be severe consequences". The last comment hit her hard and he could tell she was confused.

"Oh don't worry, you will take the underwear inspections initially, but it wont be long before I am in complete control of the underwear inspections of the Chapman household. I will tell you exactly how we are going to achieve this , but first thing first, lets see what you look like in Clare's Bra". Rose knew the Bra would not fit, but put it on anyway. It felt uncomfortable and pinched her. It left bits of breast hanging out of the sides and front. She felt mortified, but stood with her hands down by her side. He openly laughed at her, and tears began to drop down her cheeks. Next Jack picked up one of the other Bras. He held it out in front of him, and ran his hand over the fabric. The Bra was White but far from it being plain, it was patterned and was covered with little Blue flowers. "This is a very attractive Bra Rose, who does it belong to, and Rose be careful how you answer me". That Bra Sir belongs to my 17 year old daughter Jean". He handed it to her. "Hold it up and tell me what size it is". Rose found herself stood in front of him, dressed in her Panties and her daughters Bra which was 2 sizes too small for her and holding out her other daughters Bra for a gentleman to inspect. " Its 32C Sir". Rose could not believe this.

"And very pretty it is as well, I am sure you would like to model it for me wouldn't you". Rose stood and swayed on her feet. What more did this man want. She explained that she didn't think she could get it on as it was four times smaller than her size. "Nonsense girl, get it on this minute" It took Rose ten minutes to get Jeans Bra on to Jacks satisfaction. It was pinching her very hard, it was agony and dug into her tender flesh. It was grotesque, making her look deformed, but Jack loved it. To him it looked divine. What a way to humiliate a woman he thought, and in her own teenage daughters Bra.

The Bra was four sizes too small and two cup sizes too small. Never before had she felt so degraded. The Bra just on top of her breast and squashed every thing else. It dug into her shoulders cruelly, and it looked like it might burst open any time. Jack stood and walked round her, every now and again he poked some of the breast flesh that was hanging out from the Bra at all angles. It looked comical, as the very pretty Bra sat almost on the top of her Tits. The shame bore into her. Jack sat back down and looking at the rest if the underwear he picked out a small pair of White cotton panties, very plain but with a little light blue bow sat high in the middle at the front. He turned them inside out, rubbing and feeling them. He gave them to Rose and she did not need to be told to hold them up, so that he could see them as she held them up for his inspection. "Who do the Panties belong too Rose". She sucked in air as she felt she might feint. "Sir they are Jeans, and they are a match for this Bra". Jack looked at the pitiful sight he was responsible for creating. "Put them on". The command was all she needed and poor Rose removed her Panties and handed them to Jack. Putting them on was a struggle, by no means as hard as the Bra, but it took a lot of tugging to get them over her thighs and bottom. It did give Jack a wonderful view as this attractive middle aged woman gave him some very intimate view of her, that she never wanted to show him. He had got some wonderful views of her pussy, which he noted had been neatly trimmed. Finally stood in front of Jack was a 36 year old attractive woman, a Mother of two teenage girls. She was dressed in the Bra and Panties of her young 17 year old daughter. She was shamed beyond belief. And was as red as a beetroot. Time for the digital thought Jack. And so for the next hour or so Rose was made to pose in both her daughter underwear, poses that shamed and humiliated her. These were more ammunition for him to use later when his plan would get more daring.

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