Fantasy Holiday

by

Rob Willson

 

Chapter 3

 

After Peter had finished watching the video, he came out of a kind of trance the video had induced by recalling the memories of that first day. He got himself a cup of coffee and then reached to look for parcel number two.

Then the second case caught his attention – he had forgotten all about it – so he opened the first parcel of ‘souvenirs’, wondering what he would find to answer the question of the difference between momentos and souvenirs.

It was soon answered.

He pulled out his housemaid’s uniform, several other aprons that he had worn, a ‘fun’ cane and half a dozen packets of Slave Mix No. 1. He grimaced, went ‘Ugh!’ and started to make for the trash bin. Then, he had second thoughts and put them aside. He might possibly decide later to dress up and eat the meals as a replay. He didn’t have to decide now.

Now he hesitated between putting on the housemaid’s uniform and watching the first video again, or going straight on to the second. Finally he decided on the second, but did things in a slightly different order this time.

He opened the second case’s package number two and found the clothes he had worn for Day 2 and changed into them before looking at the still photos and then settling down to watch the second video.

Although they had been apparently dismissed off to bed, after the first evening’s session, they had, in fact, been rendered unconscious by a gas and then transferred to the medical centre, where their aches and pains from all the unaccustomed hard physical work were eased away and the bruises on their buttocks healed ready for the next day.

Whilst the treatment was going on, they were also subjected to another drugged hypnotic state. This was done for two reasons. Firstly to enable the Management to get some feedback of how they were ‘enjoying’ their holiday and how nearly it matched their expectations, so that the following days’ scenarios could be ‘fine-tuned’. Secondly, they were ‘briefed’ on the situation for their next session.

So it was that, when Peter woke up the next morning, once again on the hard rubber-sheeted bed in his cell, he ‘knew’ that he was a 15 year old Victorian boy called David and that his mother had punished him by taking away his boy’s clothes and had ‘sentenced’ him to wear a complete set of girl’s clothes instead; for a whole week!

He lay there, with all the Victorian child’s respect for and fear of authority wondering what his new reform school would be like and what ridicule he might suffer, because of the way he would be dressed. At the same time that he was thinking like this as David, Peter was also ‘inside his head’ observing and experiencing and also wondering how they managed to induce this type of split personality.

At that moment, Ada came in and said, "Now hurry up young David. It won’t do at all to be late for your new school." So he hurriedly got ready and then came the dressing up. It was a complete Victorian girl’s school outfit, except for the first item; a small pair of rubber baby pants. These were not ‘adult baby’ pants, but real baby ones, which were stretched very tightly over his buttocks and also held his penis very close to his body. They were so tight that they were not very comfortable

The final item was a very frilly pinafore. It was worse than he had expected, because it was a violent pink with large round mauve spots and a bright green frill all round and over his shoulder straps. Ada saw his grimace as she tied it tightly and said, "You must have really upset your mother this time, for her to choose such a garish apron for you to wear to school."

She then took him to the classroom and handed him over to the schoolroom maid. Just then, another child arrived, making up a total of eight in the class. Helen was there and she smiled a greeting. She was wearing a name badge Bess again and was surprised to see that his badge read David.

"I thought you were going to be Doris again today?" She asked.

"I thought so too, but apparently not", he replied.

He looked around the room at the other ‘children’. Two were obviously slaves. How could he tell? Well, all the others, like himself, were looking a bit apprehensive, but eager, for the next experience of their Fantasy Holiday to start, but the two slaves had a look of resigned despair in their eyes.

One of the slaves was a young girl of about 15 or 16, with the name badge Amy and the second, a man in his thirties, with the name Sarah. David quickly realised that they had probably done this schoolroom scenario before and that their names meant that if the teacher took the children alphabetically, or in reverse order, the rest of them would have a lead to follow for their classroom behaviour.

He was right in this assumption, but they were also there for another purpose, which only became apparent much later in the day.

There were two other girls, Connie and Mary and two boys, Harry and Jack. All of whom he remembered seeing the evening before. It seemed they all had similar fantasies to experience. However, while both ‘boys’ wore typical boy’s clothes of Eton jackets, knickerbockers and high stiff collars, Harry was also wearing a girl’s pinafore similar to David’s, equally frilly, but not as garishly coloured.

Before he could speak to any of the others, the maid told them to go into the schoolroom and find the desk with their name on it and to sit down quietly. When they were settled, she said her name was Kate and that the teacher’s name was Miss Parsons. When Miss Parsons entered the room, they were all to stand up stiffly to attention until she spoke to them. If she said "Good Morning", they were to chorus, "Good Morning, Miss Parsons", and curtsey and then remain standing.

"What about me?" asked Jack. "Boys don’t curtsey."

Kate replied, "Well you had better bow to her."

"And how about me?" asked Harry. "As Jack said, boys don’t curtsey, but bowing while wearing an apron will look very odd."

Kate shrugged and replied, "I’m afraid you will have to sort that out for yourself, or ask Miss Parsons, because I don’t know!"

David didn’t bother to ask about himself. Being dressed as a girl, even though he had a boy’s name, meant that he had to curtsey. It was a good job he had had plenty of practice the day before, so it wouldn’t feel so strange.

At that moment, the teacher came in and swept to the front of the class and they all leapt to their feet and waited. She took her time looking very disapprovingly at them all and then said, "Good Morning girls and boys".

"Good Morning, Miss Parsons", they chorused and bobbed their curtseys. David noticed that Harry, at the next desk, managed a sort of half bow and half bob, which looked more awkward and absurd than either of the other choices he could have made.

"Now then, when I speak to you, you will stand and curtsey before answering. If I call you to the front of the class, you will stand, curtsey, come forward and curtsey again and then wait to be spoken to. Any forgetfulness will be punished as bad manners.

"Now I see we have three boys in this class. Come out here, David." Embarrassed at being chosen first, David/Peter stood, curtsied, went out front and made another curtsey, as he wondered what was coming.

"I see you are wearing girl’s clothes. Please explain."

David stuttered, "Please Miss, my mother is punishing me by making me wear them for a week. I thought she only meant inside our house, but I found out this morning that she meant all the time."

"Does she punish you this way, instead of thrashing you?"

"Oh no Miss. She gave me a strapping as well."

"Well, I’m very glad to hear it." She gave a nasty smile and added, "I think you look very cute in that bright pinny, don’t you agree girls?"

The girls all nodded and muttered very sycophantly "Yes Miss". Scarlet with embarrassment and shame, he was dismissed back to his seat, remembering to curtsey at all the right places.

Next, she called out Harry. He hurried out to the front of the class, making his awkward mixture of a bow and curtsey, blushing with humiliation.

"Why are you wearing a girl’s pinafore, Harry?"

"I have to wear one all the time at home Miss. My mum says that as girls have to wear them to keep their clothes clean, she doesn’t see why boys should be any different, but this is the first time she has made me wear one to school."

"Yes, I noticed your indecision about bowing or curtseying. A bow while wearing an apron looks odd, as does a curtsey while wearing trousers. We shall have to see how we can help to resolve that problem for you later on."

Harry was sent back and then it was Jack’s turn.

"Why are you the only child not wearing an pinafore?" demanded Miss Parsons.

"Well, Miss, we have only recently moved here and where we lived before, boys did not have to wear them to school and I don’t like to, because they are intended for girls only."

"Oh really? Well we shall have to see about that," she replied, "but for the moment it will have to do, since your mother has agreed. However, I think I shall have to discuss this with her".

"Now it is about time we all got down to some work."

"I will first test your spelling and handwriting." Kate came round with a sheet of lined paper and a pen for everyone, pointing out where the inkwell was on the desk, for anyone who hadn’t seen such an old-fashioned arrangement before.

"Now I’m going to call out twelve fairly common words. If you mis-spell one, you will get one stroke of the cane for each wrong word, so be very careful. Also, I shall mark your over-all writing and you will get up to three ‘handers’ with my strap, if it doesn’t come up to my standard."

 

She then said the twelve words slowly and carefully and Peter wrote them down, whilst taking as much care with the old-fashioned pen as he could. He was not at all apprehensive, as there were only one or two words with a slight catch in them. Two have already been used in this account so far, embarrassment, with its double ‘rr’ and then double ‘ss’, and the word awkward, which, if you are not sure of it and pause after the awkw, looks to be an impossible combination of letters.

After they had finished them, Kate collected the papers up and gave them a list of twenty-four words to study, while Miss Parsons corrected the first set. The list included the twelve they had just had and another twelve more unusual words.

Peter quickly checked the first twelve and felt even more confident that he had at least eleven correct, and then began to learn the correct spelling of the more unfamiliar words.

Miss Parsons then spoke. "Pay attention. First I shall tell you, in alphabetical order, how many errors I have found and therefore how many strokes of the cane you will get, and then give my decision on your handwriting.

"Amy, two errors, Bess, one error, Connie, two errors, David, four errors".

FOUR? Peter could not believe his ears, but he could not argue with the teacher. After she had finished, he suddenly realised that he had been given the worst score, which he still did not believe, but then she said, "Amy, come out here and bring me the cane."

Amy stood, curtsied, crossed to the wall where the school cane was hanging (Peter noticed immediately that this was no longer a ‘pleasure cane’) and presented it to the mistress with another humble curtsey.

"Bend over." She did this with her back to the class and held her ankles. Kate came forward and raised her skirt and petticoats; pulled down her cloth knickers and Peter then saw that she too was also wearing very tight rubber pants, which were stretched so tightly that they were almost transparent.

Miss Parsons repeated "Two strokes" and measured the cane across Amy’s rubber-covered buttocks. They all held our breath, wondering how hard they would be, but understanding that the thin rubber would not afford any protection.

They were not full-blooded strokes, as he had feared, but what would be described as ‘good wristy stinging cuts’. Amy was too experienced to react too much, but did give a little gasp. He realised that he was very soon due to get four like that. Amy pulled up her knickers, kissed the cane held out to her, thanked Miss Parsons for correcting her mistakes, returned to her seat and it was then Bess’s turn.

After Bess had received her one stroke and Connie, two, it was his turn to go through the ritual. He bent over; holding his ankles with his buttocks feeling very vulnerable and then came the first of the four. Peter did not really think she had hit him any harder than she had the others, but it felt savage. He managed to endure the complete four, without crying out, but they did sting quite a lot – far more than those strokes from the lighter cane they had used the day before.

When she had caned all eight of them, they sat waiting for what came next. Bess‘s writing was OK, but everyone else had one or two ‘handers’ allocated. Everyone except Peter. She said that his writing was totally unacceptable and therefore he would get the maximum of three.

Amy went first again and gave Miss Parsons the long split strap. They then found out that ‘two handers’ meant two on each hand and Peter realised that he had six strokes to come.

At this point, Miss Parsons explained that, normally, the strokes meant for the person’s writing hand were delivered on the buttocks instead, otherwise a swollen hand could prevent a pupil from writing the lessons, but, as this had been a handwriting test, the ‘guilty’ hand would get its share.

This time Amy faced them and they were able to watch her face as the strap came down and there was a definite painful wince.

After his six, Peter found it very difficult to thank Miss Parsons properly; especially as he was sure she had ‘cheated’.

When she had finished, as they all thought, Peter asked her, very politely, if they could have their papers back, so that they could learn from our mistakes.

"Certainly not, David. You need to concentrate in getting them correct in future and not to dwell on the mistakes." He was about to risk arguing the point, when the Peter part of his brain took over and stopped him. Peter had realised that the teacher used this method so that she could give any punishment she chose and that the whole thing was a sham. So he meekly agreed, "Yes Miss Parsons".

He had remembered just in time, what his maid, Ada, had said about them not being able to win in any situation.

Then came the bolt from the blue. She told them that at certain times a dunce’s cap and punishment were awarded by her and the first one went to David, because he had both the most errors and the worst writing.

He then had to fetch the tawse once again and bend over. Kate lifted his skirt and petticoats and lowered his ordinary knickers, leaving the rubber ones up. Miss Parsons had not said how many strokes he was to get, but the reason for that was soon plain. She spelled out the letters, D U N C E on his behind with hard strokes and then, when he thought she had finished, she added a sixth harder stroke, on top of the other five, with the word "DUNCE!"

Those six, on top of the four from the cane now had him unashamedly crying. He just couldn’t help it. Kate gave a tall conical Dunce’s cap with an elastic chinstrap to the teacher and he saw the word spelled out yet again down the tall cap. She put it on his head and let the elastic snap back under his chin, which hurt almost as much as another stroke with the strap.

"Oh look!" she said, "Our Dunce is also a cry-baby. You know what to do Kate."

Kate came forward with a large outsized baby’s dummy in her hand and suddenly pinched his nose. Peter opened his mouth as a reflex action and the dummy was rammed in. It had a strap attached and he found it being strapped in very tightly.

"Babies tend to dribble when sucking a dummy, so we add this," Miss Parsons said. ‘This’ was a large cloth baby’s bib, with the word Crybaby embroidered on it.

When this was tied, equally tightly, round his neck, he was lead to a high ‘penitent’s stool’. He had to stand on a footstool while Kate lifted his skirts so that his rubber knickers were the only thing between him and the hard uncomfortable wood. After he sat down, the footstool was removed, so that his feet dangled and his body’s full weight was on his sore buttocks.

On the opposite wall was a large mirror and Peter could see myself reflected in it and saw what a ridiculous figure he looked with the tears streaming down his cheeks. They were then given another ten minutes to study the new list of words.

Peter was sent back to his desk, still in the Dunce’s cap and wearing the dummy and bib, which was becoming quite damp by now with the dribble he couldn’t help. They then did the second test and he was sent back to the Dunce’s stool. This time, both Bess/Helen (surprisingly) and he had each ‘scored’ eight, but, fortunately for both of them, Mary had ten mistakes. She gave a little wail as she realised that she had scored the highest and would then take over from Peter as the Class Dunce, with the strap spelling out the word on her already sore behind. He sat there, while Bess had her eight followed by one ‘hander’, because her handwriting had deteriorated. Of course, this time the hander from the strap for her writing hand went on top of the eight on her buttocks, so she was crying as well.

Peter had his eight, followed by two handers on his left hand and another two strokes on his gradually swelling buttocks. He was then ‘congratulated’ on improving his writing! Then it was soon Mary’s turn. Ten strokes of the cane, four of the strap, and then the extra Dunce’s six. It was not surprising that she was sobbing her heart out when Miss Parsons snapped the cap’s chinstrap under her chin and then Kate removed Peter’s dummy and pushed it, still wet from his mouth, into Mary’s. Then followed the bib, which was already pretty sodden from his tears and dribble.

He felt very sorry for the poor girl, as she took her place on the uncomfortable stool, but was very glad that he was no longer the class Dunce. Although the whole class was crying by this time, because of their sore buttocks, Mary was the only one with a dummy and bib.

The morning continued in a similar fashion and the last lesson was on mental arithmetic. This turned out to be a weak point for Bess and she ended up with by far the worst score.

However, she did not take over from Mary as the Dunce immediately, because they had reached lunchtime. They trooped into the next room that had chairs and a large table. The two slaves were taken off somewhere else for their meal. Mary was now dressed normally, but still crying quietly to herself. Peter wondered if she was ‘enjoying’ her Fantasy Holiday, or was regretting coming, and whether negative feedback on today would vastly modify her future scenarios.

Before they sat down, Kate came in with an armful of rubber aprons for us to put on over their pinafores. Jack, of course refused to put one on.

Kate fetched Miss Parsons who came in carrying the cane, and said very firmly, "I don’t care what you agreed with your mother about other times, but it is a very strict school rule that all pupils must wear rubber aprons at meals. So, either you put it on at once, or I shall have to persuade you with this." She swished the cane noisily through the air. Jack knew when he could not win and gave in sulkily.

"Put it on him Kate," she ordered and Kate did so, tying the apron strings in large bow with a flourish, evidently enjoying herself by the smile on her face.

Miss Parsons then said to Harry. "I have solved your problem about curtsying. You will go with Kate and she will find you a skirt to replace your knickerbockers." He soon returned, looking very sheepish as he curtsied clumsily to the teacher.

They sat down to the meal. At first, Peter thought it was another helping of Slave Mix No. 1, but, although it was similar goo with pieces of fat in it, a different additive gave it a completely different after-taste – but just as unpleasant as the other one. He noticed, too, that he seemed to have more fatty lumps than the others did. When they had finished, Miss Parsons asked us if they had enjoyed their dinner. Three of them, including Peter (remembering his bad mistake of yesterday), said, "Yes, thank you, Miss" and the others said "No, not very much Miss."

Miss Parsons then told Kate to fetch another bowl each for those who had said "No", for them to appreciate good wholesome food. She noticed the other three looking rather smug and added with a knowing smile, "And get another bowl each as a reward for these other good children". So, they all sat there forcing another bowl of the slops down their throats.

When they had finished for the second time, they were sent out to the playground. Not to relax a bit and perhaps play, but to spend half an hour being put through physical training by another teacher armed with a long thin switch, which she used relentlessly of the backs of their bare calves whenever they fell below her standards.

Before going outside, they were told to take off the rubber aprons, but not the pinafores. However, when Jack tried to remove his, he found that it had been locked on. The apron’s waistband incorporated two metal rings, which now had a small padlock securing them. Kate had used this while distracting him with the tying of the bow. Any protest was nipped in the bud, when he saw the gleam in Miss Parson’s eye and she said, "Now that I’ve got you into an apron, you are staying that way until I get your mother to agree that you will be pinafored in future, like every other pupil in the school.

As they did the physical exercise, Peter began to understand the purpose of the tight rubber pants they wore. His bottom had swollen up with all the canings and strapping and the pants now fitted more tightly than before and accentuated the weals.

As they came back into the classroom, Peter’s thought went back to the beginning, when he had noticed that the girls all smoothed any creases and folds out of their aprons as they stood up. It was also noticeable that Harry, who had admitted that he usually wore an apron all the time at home, also unconsciously did the same. Not wanting to stand out and draw attention to himself, he had copied the gesture and by now, it had become second nature to him as well.

Back for the afternoon lessons, they started with Bess being declared the new class dunce. She had the word spelt out by strokes of the strap on her behind, which now made her cry. Although she had not had these straight on top of her last caning, as Mary and Peter had, her bottom had been made sweaty by the exercises and the rubber knickers were now stretching very tightly over the old weals. Of course, she, too, was now crying so the dummy went in and she took her place, bibbed, on the penitent’s stool.

Instead of starting lessons, as they expected her to do, Miss Parsons said she had a special announcement to make. She had received letters from two of our mothers, which had caused her some concern.

The first was from Amy’s mother and she was called out in front of the class, while Miss Parsons read it out. Amy had been very cheeky to her mother, when she had a bad headache and was not able to punish her, so she asked Miss Parsons to give Amy six very hard strokes in front of her classmates. She, Miss Parsons, had had to do this for her once before and it had resulted in much better behaviour for quite a time and so Amy’s mother thought another dose of the ‘medicine’ was due. Miss Parsons was very indignant over this and pointed out that, as this was the second time, she thought nine strokes would be a more appropriate punishment.

She looked severely at Amy, "What do you think girl?" Amy had to agree, meekly, that yes, Miss Parsons was right. Six was totally inadequate for a second offence.

Kate was instructed to place the whipping stool out in front. Amy resignedly placed herself in position and a strap was tightened over her waist and her arms were also pinioned. Kate had turned back Amy’s petticoats and pinned them up between her shoulders, then looked questioningly at Miss Parsons.

"On the bare, I think, said the teacher so Kate pulled both sets of knickers down to her knees, before putting another strap round her thighs. She had quite a job to ease the rubber ones down and the bare flesh then revealed all the marks of the previous canings and strapping. Finally, Kate strapped a large rubber bar into Amy’s mouth.

"That is so she doesn’t bite her tongue", Miss Parsons explained to the class conversationally, as though it were a more everyday matter. At this point, something made Peter turn around and glance at ‘Sarah’. The look on his face showed that he knew the next ‘letter’ referred to him and that he would be next for really rough treatment.

Miss Parsons’s voice snapped across the room. "Pay attention here, David. How dare you look away when I am dealing with a serious disciplinary matter. Do you want to follow her over the block?"

"Oh no Ma’am. I’m very sorry Ma’am," he gasped.

She turned back to Amy and Peter realised what a narrow escape he had had.

The caning began. She raised the cane to its full height, took a short step forward and brought it down as hard as she could. By the time she had completed three, Amy was screeching and howling her head off. We all realised that this was what a ‘real caning’ was like. Now we also understood the use of a rubber bit. I t did stop Amy from biting her tongue, but did nothing to minimise her cries of pain and distress.

After the full nine strokes had been given, with no let up in their severity, Amy was given five minutes before being loosened, while her punisher lectured her on her future conduct and behaviour towards her mother.

When Kate undid the straps holding her down, Amy could barely stand up. Kate had left the knickers down round her knees. Amy was then made to stand against a wall with her hands on top of her head and where we could all see the effect of those nine terrible strokes on her bare bum.

"Now to another miscreant," said Miss Parsons. "Sarah".

‘She’ went to the front and curtsied humbly.

"I understand," said Miss Parsons, reading the second letter, "that you did the washing up inadequately and, when reprimanded, you broke a plate in a fit of temper. Your mother also asks me to punish you for that, as she feels she is too soft-hearted to cope adequately with such a thing. So, it will be nine for the bad job of work and another three for the plate. What do you say to that, young miss?"

"Please Ma’am, it was only a slight bit on one plate that I had missed, because I was being hurried to do other chores and breaking the plate was not a show of temper, but an accident."

"Silence!" Miss Parsons roared. "You dare to call your mother a liar. That is another three, which now makes fifteen."

As Sarah started to protest his innocence, the teacher added ominously, "Do you want to try for more?"

"No Miss," said Sarah, "but my mother was so very angry and that had made me nervous enough to drop the plate. Honestly, Miss. I would never dare to call my mother a liar."

Miss Parsons thought about ‘her’ answer for a moment, and then said, "All right. I will accept that as half an apology, so I will compromise in this way. Your punishment will not be increased to fifteen strokes, but the twelve will be given with the senior cane."

Kate now went through the same ritual as she had with Amy and then fetched the senior cane from the cupboard. It was longer and thicker than the junior one was, but, when the teacher easily bent it into a circle, they could see that it was just as flexible as the lighter cane. They all sat with bated breath, wondering if the strokes would be as hard as those Amy had got. Twelve full-blooded strokes with the senior cane! How could anyone bear such a punishment? Well, the answer to that question on one level was obvious. Sarah was a slave and simply had no option.

Sarah managed to hold on for four strokes with very little sound, but then the howling became intense, because the caning was as severe as Amy’s. It was now obvious why such a fit healthy young male slave had been chosen for the part of Sarah. It really brought home to them what a real caning could be like, but did rather take away any ‘fun’ they had left in this scenario.

Sarah now took her place near to Amy facing the wall; both noses pressed against it, and both bare bottoms showing them what the aftermath of a real caning looked like.

The afternoon session now continued, much as the morning had done, but just with six pupils taking part. The other two continued to stand sniffing and snivelling against the wall, obviously in considerable pain. Everybody got further helpings of strokes to their very sore behinds and, eventually, Connie took Bess’s place as the Dunce.

She, too, made a great fuss, weeping and wailing, after ‘Dunce’ was spelt out on her rump. Peter wasn’t surprised at this, because she had had a lot more strokes beforehand than the others of them had had. He wondered if she, too, might be regretting her holiday by now.

It is said that ‘all good things come to an end’ and, fortunately for them, so do the bad things. They reached the last period of the day and had yet another spelling test on the same words as before.

Helen and Peter both ‘scored’ eight again and he collected three handers, because his writing had not improved enough and she also got three because her writing ‘did not maintain her original standard’. This time the handers were given to each hand, as there would be no more writing that day.

Finally, the room maids came to collect us and take us back to their hotel rooms.

There Peter was able to have a bath, after Ada had eased the rubber knickers off with great difficulty and a lot of pain to me. "Oh dear!" she said, "Miss Parsons has obviously been very upset with you today.

"When he was finished, Ada dressed him again. Another, larger pair of rubber pants and a fresh set of underclothes. Then the same dress and ridiculous pinafore. He now realised that he was going to have to wear this humiliating pinny in front of all the other guests.

His group of six gathered together before the rest arrived. Kate came in and handed each of them a blue rubber apron to go over our pinafores.

"Remember, children, a rubber one always at mealtimes – a school rule."

Jack then found himself wearing two rubber ones, with the blue over his daytime red one. The effect was quite ridiculous, but Jack made no attempt to argue or protest. Harry was now in a dress and it was difficult to decide who felt the most humiliated of the three boys.

THEN, Kate came back with rubber bibs as well! "The four Dunces step forward," she ordered.

The three girls and Peter did so and found themselves wearing bright yellow bibs with a red Dunces Cap illustrated on them. The other two boys were then put into plain red bibs.

They were then lined up at the entrance to the dining room and told they were to curtsey to everyone as they came in and to wish them "Good Evening, Sir or Madam". They did this with scarlet cheeks and the whole scene caused a great deal of amusement to the others, which caused even further humiliation.

They heard several of the people refer to them as being ‘shame clad’, which added more humiliation.

Being dressed like this made Peter fear that they would be getting another school dinner, but, instead, they had a proper meal.

When they had finished the meal, they were allowed to come out of character and chat normally. Peter got his coffee and went to join Helen where she was talking to Connie and Mary.

Helen said, "Hello Peter. Connie and Mary, which, by the way, are also their real names, have been telling me that they are friends and came here together. In fact, they live together back in the real world."

Peter told them how sorry he had felt for them both during the day.

"Are you going to pull out, or ask them to take it easier in the future?" he asked.

They both stared at him for a moment and then began to laugh. It was some minutes and they were out of breath, before they could comment.

Connie was the first to recover and said, "Oh Peter. You have got it completely wrong. We are both thoroughly enjoying ourselves here. In fact, this is the third time we have holidayed here."

Peter and Helen looked at her in astonishment.

"Oh you poor dears. If you could only see your faces," added Mary, which caused both to have another session of hysterical giggling. Finally, they got themselves under control and explained that they were both masochists who enjoyed being treated like that.

"At home," said Connie, "we live one week as ‘normal people’, then the next one of us will be the mistress and the other the maid. Then another normal week and then we change over roles. We also do quite a lot of caning, so we are fairly used to rough treatment."

"Sometimes, neither of us feels like being the dominant person, because we are both basically submissives, so we get a local dominatrix to come in. We then dress as maids or schoolgirls and she gives us both a really good whacking.

"Eventually, the urge to be on the receiving end gets so strong that we book in here for another session. It’s just lucky that we can afford to live in this way."

"Well, you really fooled me", said Peter, "I fully expected you to opt out to the luxury holiday sphere."

"On the contrary, we have another three consecutive days in Miss Parsons’s class and we don’t get any pain-relieving treatment during that time, any more than real Victorian schoolgirls would have had," said Mary. "Also, on our last day in her class, we are both going to be given a proper caning, just like the one Amy had today. Can you believe it, but we are really looking forward to that, in a rather perverse sort of way. So much for us opting out!"

"I see what you mean" replied Peter (who really didn’t see it at all. How could anyone be looking forward to getting such a viscous punishment? It was beyond his understanding).

Then Ada came to take Peter and Helen off to the infirmary. While they were waiting their turn, Peter said, "For myself, I am rather glad that we are having some change of scene tomorrow. I found today to be a bit on the intense side. I think I prefer the psychological parts, such as the humiliation, etc., better than being beaten quite so often."

"I’m inclined to fully agree with you on both points," said Helen. "I wonder if we will indicate as much at this evening’s hypnotic session and what we will be doing tomorrow?"

Ada caught the last part of her comment and said, "I can tell you just a little bit, but you will get fuller details under hypnosis. Because we have noticed that you are getting on so well together, you are going to have several days in one scene, like those other two who are being schoolgirls for four days in a row. You will be in a modern setting and you will be brother and sister. You, Peter, will be a thirteen-year-old boy called Alan, and Helen will be your older sister, Linda, aged fifteen. The management thought that ‘Bessie’ was too old-fashioned a name for a modern setting. The rest of it you will get later."

"I still hope they get the message to let up on the pace a little," murmured Helen.

"I think they possibly already have got the message," said Peter.

Helen looked puzzled and asked, "What makes you think that?"

"Well, today, I seemed to be two different people inside my head. David was fifteen and experiencing it as it happened, as though it were real, while Peter looked on from outside, while still sharing the feelings, both physical and mental."

Helen looked thoughtful and commented; "Yes I understand what you mean, because my experience was exactly the same, but so?"

"Now if they have that sort of technology, don’t you think it is possible, even probable, that they have been listening to every word we have said? I would go further and say that it is likely that there is nowhere in this sphere where we could go, where they are not able to eavesdrop. A bit spooky, isn’t it?"

"Well, if that results in us not being beaten quite so much for the next few days, then I am glad about it. Personally, I am nowhere as far down the masochistic road as those other two girls." they then went in for their treatment and the day was over.

 

 

 

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