Fantasy Holiday

by

Rob Willson

 

Chapter 6

 

The next morning, he woke up briefly as Peter and then ‘Alan’ took over once again.

The children got ready for breakfast and, when they had finished, ‘Aunt Freda’ announced that lunch would be an hour earlier that day in order for Linda and Alan to do some last minute revision before their test in front of Kitty.

But first they were given the breakfast washing up to do.

Then Alan was allocated the job of doing some washing of sheets and towels, etc., with Jane. For this job, both were clad in what he was told were called ‘Washer Woman Aprons’ or often ‘washer aprons’ for short. These were very similar to the punishment aprons they had already met, being made of thick stiff rubber, but this time dull red.

Both his and Jane’s were held round the neck by a short chain and another chain at the waist. They were also padlocked on. But whilst Jane’s was of a normal proportion to her body, his fitted very high and snugly around his neck and reached down to his ankles. Peter, in the background of ‘their’ mind, realised that this made him look like a young boy tied into an adult apron, which was much too large for him. This made it extra humiliating to wear.

Helen/Linda meanwhile had been given the job of helping Rose to change all the curtains and clean the windows.

Alan asked Jane why they had the aprons padlocked on them. After all, they wouldn’t dare to take them off without permission. Jane explained that it was simply to emphasise their ‘position’ or ‘station in life’. In her case, as the resident maid, it was to teach her ‘to eat humble pie’.

"As if it isn’t enough that we young girls all have three to five years unpaid servitude as a maid, before we can look for a proper job. Then, if we are not married by about 35, we will be allocated again as a maid for probably the rest of our lives. Usually to look after very young children with piles of dirty nappies, or elderly incontinent people, who are not much, better through no fault of their own. They are two of the more unpleasant jobs given out by the Councillors, which is why nobody wants to cross them."

As they worked away scrubbing clothes at the scrubbing boards at the wash tubs in the rear yard, Alan found the stiff material of the large apron very difficult to work in. It made a hard job very much harder.

 

"Jane. Do you think Mrs King would let me wear a smaller waterproof apron to do this washing?" he asked a bit plaintively.

"No, I’m quite sure she wouldn’t. It was given you quite deliberately and you will just have to put up with it."

Just then, Jane gave a gasp.

"What’s wrong?" asked Alan.

"I’ve run out of something we will need in a moment and that means I shall have to ask Mrs King for permission to run down to the shop to buy it. It is my responsibility to re-stock this item, so I can expect a fairly harsh punishment for allowing it to happen. Oh dear!"

Jane disappeared into the house and, shortly afterwards, Alan heard Mrs King’s voice raised in anger and then the sound of six very loud strokes from her heavy strap.

Jane returned with tears running down her face and said, "You are to come with me to see where the shop is, so that you will be able to run this sort of errand in the future."

"What about these?" Alan lifted his apron up.

"Oh, we go down dressed as we are. That is part of the punishment."

"But I am not guilty of anything to be punished for", exclaimed Alan.

"Do you want to go in and argue that point with Mrs King, with her already in the bad mood she is in?" Jane held out her hands and displayed the palms, each with three vivid marks of the strap on it. "I’ve already got another three handers waiting when we get back and possibly more if we don’t make haste."

They then hurried off, with Alan finding it particularly difficult to hurry in the extra long apron. It made a loud frou-frouing sound with each step, which attracted attention. The sight of him caused more amusement from passers-by and other maids smirked at Jane, guessing fairly accurately what had happened.

Jane added, "Mrs King is basically a very fair mistress, unlike some, but there is no doubt that she enjoys using her strap, or cane, when she thinks there is sufficient reason. You see, she used to be a schoolmistress before she was married and I think she misses having a large class of children to whip.

"It is easy for me to imagine her enjoying flogging the whole class for some collective misdemeanour."

Although Alan had not known her very long, he could imagine that too!"

Luckily, the shop wasn’t far, but they had ‘chosen’ a rather busy time. As they queued up, a ‘lady’ came in and pushed rudely in front of Jane, saying, "Get out of my way, you stupid girl!"

Jane had then to apologise abjectly, "Please excuse me. I’m very sorry to have impeded you Ma’am." Jane grimaced at Alan and he interpreted that to mean, "Now you see what we maids have to put up with all the time."

On the way home, she explained that children sometimes took all morning to get served, as they were always sent to the back of the queue, after all the adults.

Finally they reached the counter and Jane introduced Alan to Mr Atkins.

"Hello young fellow-me-lad. Giving Jane a hand with the washing are you?"

He obviously didn’t expect an answer, so Alan didn’t try to give him one, just a weak smile!

When they finally got home, Mrs King bitterly complained about the time they had taken and gave poor Jane another SIX handers. Alan wondered how Jane could work at scrubbing after such harsh treatment. The simple answer was that she had no choice.

After lunch, which neither Alan nor Linda could enjoy very much from being apprehensive about what was to come during the afternoon, they changed for their visit to the Constabel Station for their test. Linda put on one of her newly ironed frilly pinafores and Alan the rubber apron he had been ‘lent’ by the Sergeant the day before. He then packed one of his own pinafores in a bag to come home in.

This time, they found their own way to the Station. On the way, they passed two of the Town Councillors whom they recognised from the photos they had studied, and curtsied politely. Both times, they were greeted with a friendly smile and a warm, "Good Afternoon children".

They arrived at the Station about fifteen minutes early and decided to wait before entering. Constabel Brewer might take exception to them being too early as well as too late and neither wanted to extend the visit by being early anyway.

At five to two, they entered and rang the bell on the counter. They were very disconcerted when the Constabel came into the room already wearing a punishment apron and carrying a long whippy, rattan cane.

"Good. You are on time. Come with me."

They followed her into the Punishment Room, which the Sergeant had shown them the day before. The young ‘Child Undergoing Punishment’ (C.U.P.) from yesterday was already there kneeling on a ribbed wooden board with her head pressed to the floor. Her rubber dress was pulled up and her buttocks were covered in weals and bruises. Not surprisingly, she was crying.

"Now where were we before we were interrupted? Oh yes, you have another three strokes to come" said Constabel Brewster.

She then gave the sobbing girl another three hard measured cuts with her supple rod on top of those already there and then said, "Now you can kneel up again, but stop that fidgeting and whining. You are making a lot of unnecessary fuss about nothing."

The girl obeyed, but was obviously in great distress from the weight of her body on her sore knees.

"Now you two. Strip off all your clothes and put these on". ‘These’ were rubber C.U.P. aprons, which they apprehensively, but obediently, put on with nothing underneath.

Brewster then put them into two pillories and then adjusted them so that they were bent over horizontally. Then, with nothing else being said, they each got six hard slashes from Brewster’s cane.

"That’s just for starters. Think about it. I’ll be back in half an hour." She took their clothes out with her.

Alan and Linda tried to look at each other and started to whisper as they tried to understand what was going on. This was nothing like what they had expected.

"Don’t talk" advised the girl quietly through her tears. "That will give her another excuse to thrash you."

All three waited in silence, broken only by the soft sobbing of the CUP. About half an hour passed, by which time Linda and Alan were feeling very uncomfortable from being bent over in the pillory, but also being very glad that they were not kneeling on a rough ribbed board like the CUP.

Then the sound they were all dreading. Brewster came back into the room and swished her cane through the air. All three flinched at the ominous sound, which made her laugh.

"If that is the reaction I get from just swishing the cane, I wonder what it will be when you feel it again. Now who shall it be first?"

Before she could announce her decision, there was another interruption. The Sergeant came through the door accompanied by her second-in-command.

"I just thought I would see how the test was coming along," she said very mildly, "but why are these two dressed in CUP aprons, and nothing else?"

Brewster said, "I thought I would give them a taste of what being a CUP would be like."

The Sergeant then added, equally mildly, "But Constabel, I do not remember giving you any such instructions. You were to test them on Part One of the Rules and then teach them Part Two."

Before Brewster could think of a suitable answer to get herself off the hook, the Sergeant turned to the C.U.P., who was now looking very distressed, and asked Brewster, "And what has this child done to merit this harsh treatment. No, don’t answer me now. I think we need to have a private chat about this. Please go and send Constabel Mills in here and then wait for me outside my office."

"Yes, Ma’am", said Brewster as she went out, looking rather worried.

The Sergeant and Corporal then went over and gently helped the CUP to her feet. Her knees were so badly bruised and painful, that she could not stand unaided and had to be supported by the Corporal.

"How long has this been going on?" the Sergeant asked her.

"I don’t really know Sergeant," the girl replied, "but it seems a very long time."

"Excuse me Ma’am," said Linda. "I don’t know how long we have been here, but she was kneeling there when we arrived at five minutes to two and I got the impression she had already been there for quite some time."

"Thank you, Linda," said the Sergeant. "It certainly looks that way."

She told the Corporal to take the girl to lie down and to call a doctor to see to her knees.

She then quietly told the girl that her punishment session was over and that she would be driven home, as soon as the doctor gave her permission to leave.

"Thank you Sergeant," said the girl though her sobs and the Corporal gently helped her from the room.

Then a new Constabel came in and was told to free Alan and Linda, allow them to dress again and then test them on Part One. She also got a whispered instruction, which the ‘children’ could not hear.

"I’ve now got something else to take care of" the Sergeant added to Constabel Mills.

They were taken to another room where their clothes were waiting for them and told to take off the CUP aprons and to put their own back on.

Before Alan could finish dressing, he asked Constabel Mills if he should wear the rubber apron or his own.

"I don’t think it really matters as long as you are aproned" was the reply, but he tied on the Sergeant’s rubber one to be on the safe side.

Mills then asked them a few questions about the Rules they had studied and also one or two about the people and photos. They did not do too badly and each ended up with only four whacks on the hand from the Constabel’s leather strap, but she did not do it too enthusiastically and they were not as hard as the strokes Alan had had from the Sergeant’s strap the day before.

The ‘test’ did not last very long and they were given Part Two of the Rules and told they could go home. As Alan changed into his own apron, he asked about returning for the second test.

"You don’t need to worry about that" they were told. "You have a couple of days grace to learn them on your own and then you will be punished if a Constabel sees you breaking any of them. A sort of live test" she added with a grin.

Glad to be released, they hurried home and their Aunt was surprised to see them back so early and asked what had happened to cause that. They explained and there was some speculation about what would happen about Constabel Kitty.

Then Aunt Freda reverted to character and said, "Well, now that you are back here, you can change into your work aprons as I have some more jobs for you to do."

They groaned, but obeyed her quickly and were set to work again.

Later, at the evening meal, they had to repeat the story to their cousins, with Jane eagerly listening as she served them.

After the meal was finished, Mrs. King jerked her head at Linda and Alan and said, "Rubber aprons and the washing up". Wearily, they silently obeyed as their cousins smirked.

Just before the nine o’clock punishment session, Jane found Alan and told him that they were to report for the punishment parade dressed in their Washer Woman Aprons and nothing else. Linda was very surprised to see her brother dressed like this. He had planned to tell her about his morning on the way home, but events had taken all thought of it from his mind.

Then Mrs. King entered dressed in her punishment apron, which reminded Alan vividly of the sight of Constable Brewster coming out for them.

This time, Alan did not lie on his Aunt’s rubber apron, but his own. The six livid weals from Kitty’s unwarranted caning did not save him from his ‘regulation’ hard spanking, or from the six extra strokes Mrs. King added for his ‘part in this morning’s fiasco’. Once again, he did not attempt to claim that he had played no part. He was well aware that she knew that full well.

Linda’s weals did not save her from getting eight strokes of the strap, either.

Jane got her normal six from the cane and then another six for having to interrupt her washing for a visit to the shop, plus another two for some anonymous ‘offence’ during the afternoon. Alan thought that she had already been punished enough with the strap at the time, but didn’t dare make any comment, for fear of getting a dose of the cane himself.

The family atmosphere of yesterday seemed to have been diminished with the possible downfall of Kitty.

That evening, he was sent to bed, still dressed in his bright yellow apron, as an extra punishment. He found it quite uncomfortable to lie in bed with the thick stiff rubber quite tightly fastened on him.

Before going to sleep, Peter’s personality surfaced and he remembered how the large apron had made him feel like a small boy among adults. Although Helen and himself had been conditioned to ‘be’ young children here, he realised that the people of Paradise accepted Helen and himself as the young children they purported to be, when they were obviously grown and mature, because they had been conditioned too. It was another example of the technology he had wondered about before.

For example, Mrs King was not deterred from her treatment of him, because he was a full-grown man and the shopkeeper, that morning, had called him "young fellow-me-lad," without any hesitation, just as though he was such a child.

For his part, ‘he’, as Alan, felt completely overwhelmed and browbeaten by the formidable authoritarian Mrs King and, with all the other real children, he was terrified of the Constabels, and particularly of ones like Brewster.

He also realised that the Sergeant and Corporal had obviously been monitoring Brewster during the afternoon, and possibly for some time before, and that the intervention had not been a fortuitous accident after all. He wondered what would happen to her now, but thought it unlikely they would see her again.

The next morning, Mrs. King told them that, since they were not required to attend the Constabels’ Station that afternoon, they would accompany her. She would be going to one of the regular women’s meetings and that she had ‘volunteered’ them to act as waitresses to serve the tea and cakes.

At this news, their cousins burst into chuckles and were frowned at by their mother. They were told that Jane would instruct them in the manner of serving at table and Sarah and Rose would play the parts of the guests.

This happened, but none of the girls would enlighten them as to what the chuckles had been about and they were simply drilled in the matter of serving tea.

Before they left, they were given special clothes to wear and the first part of what had caused the amusement was soon apparent. Linda was dressed in a short black dress of shiny satin, which had a frilly white collar and cuffs to the short puff sleeves. She was also given long black stockings to wear with medium heeled shoes.

Alan was appalled to be given a similar blouse to go with tight shiny black satin shorts. He also wore the same stockings and shoes. To put it another way, he was dressed identically to his sister, except that he wore boy’s shorts instead of a short skirt. His Peter personality would have recognised Linda’s dress immediately as the basis of the standard French Maid costume.

These were obviously some of the special clothes that Mrs. King had ordered. However, they were then put into their ordinary afternoon aprons and told to follow their Aunt. They did so, wondering just what was in store for them and not liking the amused looks and smiles they received from passers by, who obviously were ‘in the know’, of whatever lay ahead.

They arrived at a hall and found another four children, three girls and one boy there dressed identically, and were all put in the charge of three older girls who were uniformed as conventional parlourmaids.

The senior maid then produced six elaborately frilled bibbed waitress aprons, which they tied on reluctantly, and she adjusted the very large ornamental bows. Both Alan and the other boy were particularly put out by this development, although Alan had the impression that the other boy had been there at least once before. He also had the impression that any earlier experience had not resigned the boy to a second visit.

Then each was issued with a waitress’s cap and each of the six caps had a different coloured velvet band. Alan’s was blue and Linda’s was yellow. Nobody, neither the other ‘waitresses’ nor the maids, would explain what was going on, or what the colours signified.

Alan did not need to see himself in a mirror to know what a ridiculous sight he presented in his shorts and apron, with its frilled shoulder straps and large bow. He had only to look at the other boy, whose name he heard was Ronnie, to know what he looked like. Ronnie caught him looking and they both blushed with humiliation and embarrassment and quickly looked away. The three maids burst out laughing and Alan realised that they had been watching and waiting for this to happen.

"You two look really pretty you know" one of them commented, which caused another burst of merriment.

The process of being ‘uniformed’ had taken place in a small side room and they were now led into a dining room with six large tables each set with six places. They were shown where everything was and were then each given a small silver tray with six glasses of sherry and six numbered tokens with their cap band’s colour on them.

The maids ushered them into the next room, where, as you might have already guessed, thirty-six women were standing about talking.

"Ladies, would you like sherry?" This announcement by the Head Maid, with a curtsey, caused the crowd to gather round the waitresses and Alan noticed that He, Ronnie and Linda were the most popular, especially among the younger ladies. He also got the impression that there was a certain amount of amused tolerance from the older women mixed in with a bit of obvious pecking order, so that he found that four of the younger ones and two of the older had taken a glass and a blue token from his tray.

As soon as all the ladies were served, the waitresses were ordered out, back into the dining room. Now, the maids started to fuss again about making sure that everything was ready for later and that the six waitresses knew exactly what to do. They were obviously going to be held responsible for everything being as near perfect as possible and all three, but particularly the senior one, were looking a bit worried.

Now the waitresses were told to stand against the wall close to their table and wait. They were shown how to stand with their hands folded in their apron laps with their feet close together. As time drew on, while the ladies next door were having their function, whatever it was, Alan became quite tired of standing like that, in the unfamiliar heels, which did not seem as comfortable now, as when he had first put them on.

Several times he and the others began to fidget which brought sharp rebukes from the maids.

At long last, the ladies started to come into the dining room and take their places. Alan recognised the six ladies who had taken his blue tokens. The younger ones giggled when they looked at him in his fancy uniform. Before tea was served, the Head Maid came up with a bag containing six numbers. Alan was told to draw out three of them.

Two of the young pretty women were first and third, with one of the older ones second. These all looked rather pleased with the result, whilst the other three, particularly the two younger runners-up, pouted their disappointment. Alan wondered what this was all about and if there were any prizes won and what they were. He was also vaguely aware that a similar draw had taken place at each of the other tables.

Tea and cakes were now served and he tried to do his bit with as few mistakes as possible.

At last, the ordeal was over. During this time, the two junior maids had gone into the main meeting room, leaving the Head Maid to supervise on her own. When the signal was given for the ladies to return to the hall, she gave a sigh of relief that everything had gone fairly smoothly.

Alan expected that the instruction to clear the tables was to be given, but, instead, the six of them were shepherded into the hall. The chairs were now arranged round a whipping block and he began to have some slight idea of what the next entertainment might be. He glanced across at where Mrs. King was sitting and saw she was smiling at his expression, as she gave a slight nod.

The Group Leader, who was in charge of the proceedings, then took a small bag, from which she pulled six coloured balls in order. The first three were red, blue, and yellow.

She beckoned to the waitress with the red velvet cap band, who was already moving forward. She curtsied to the lady and knelt down in front of the block and bent over it. The maids then raised her skirt and petticoat and fastened a broad strap over her waist. They then lowered her knickers and strapped her thighs to the block. Finally, her wrists were also buckled down. The girl had made no protest or resistance. She had been there before and knew it would be pointless.

"Who is Red One?" asked the Leader and one of the women went over to the bound girl. The Head Maid came forward carrying a long thin cane, which she flexed to show how supple it was. She presented it to the lady with yet another curtsey. (All the scenarios in Fantasy Holiday seemed to put a lot of emphasis on constant curtseying.)

The Red winner was also obviously an experienced user of the cane. She positioned herself and gave her unfortunate waitress six hard measured strokes, which brought forth six agonised squeals. Next the second winner came out and took the cane. She gave four strokes and then the third one gave two. Alan suddenly realised that he would be the next one to get the treatment. However, the three runners-up now had their turn of one each and they seemed to take out their frustration at losing by hitting the sore looking buttocks as hard as they could.

It was obvious from the recipient’s reactions and sounds of pain, that, the last three strokes had been very painful, because her bottom was so very tender from the first dozen and that made these last single strokes no light matter.

While the maids were releasing the girl, Alan looked across at the waiting women and saw that the women he had served were now regarding him with looks of sadistic anticipation. There was no escape and he went forward as the Leader beckoned him.

As he started forward, the Head Maid whispered in his ear, "Don’t forget to curtsey first."

He was glad she had reminded him, because he had completely forgotten and wondered what would have happened if he had not done so. He later found out that each of his six ‘guests’ would have given him one extra stroke at the end of the main whipping as a penalty. That would have made a grand total of twenty-one strokes, as if fifteen was not already bad enough.

He shivered as his shorts were lowered and his buttocks were bared to everybody’s view, although he had known this would happen

He wondered if these women had any idea of what this ordeal was like and then remembered that they must have also gone through the same situation when they were children and had, in fact, also been maids to families, like Jane. They were now, in effect, getting their own back for what had been done to them.

Somehow, this thought didn’t make things any easier for him, as he lay unable to move in his straps as he watched his winner come forward to receive the cane with a look of pleased anticipation on her face. He found himself hating her, even before the first stroke landed.

She bent her face close to his and said, "You have a nice cute plump little bum and I think I’m going to enjoy this". He gritted his teeth but was unable to completely suppress a snort of pain from the first stroke. His winner might also be a young woman, but it seemed she also had had plenty of experience of using a cane. She took her time over the remaining five and had him yelling out at each stroke.

"Yes, I did really enjoy that!" she whispered as she straightened to hand the cane over to the second winner.

 

Her whispered comment was, "Now I’m going to overlay my strokes on top of those others". She did so successfully and, by the time she finished her four, he was sobbing uncontrollably.

Now it was the turn of the third woman, who didn’t overlay the others but laid both of hers very accurately in the crease where his cheeks joined his thighs, one on top of the other. These were exquisitely painful in their own right.

The older woman of the remaining three ladies was next and she whispered, "As I only get one today, I intend to make it really count". She then placed a very hard experienced stroke cutting across the original six – well, six, plus four! Alan let out a howl. "Well, you can’t say I didn’t warn you!"

Next came the youngest of his guests. The one who had pouted most when she didn’t get one of the major ‘prizes’. She didn’t say anything, but measured her aim carefully, obviously intending her ONE to count very well. She took two steps backward and then two quickly forward and made the perfect stroke with all her force, directly in the crease on top of the couple already there.

A shriek of anguish burst from Alan’s throat, as there were murmurs of disapproval round the room. The ladies were not supposed to increase their power by taking steps like that and the young woman had forgotten the rule in her wish to make her stroke as painful as possible.

The Leader said slowly and icily, "Madam, such conduct is intolerable. You are hereby banned from our meetings for twelve months." She looked round the room. "All agreed?"

There was a general chorus of "Agreed!"

"Anybody disagree?" Silence.

The woman went white as she realised what she had done and the penalty for it. She silently handed the cane to the Head Maid and started back to take her seat.

"With immediate effect," snapped the Leader and she came to a halt and then turned to go slowly out of the room.

The maid then handed the cane to the last young lady, half expecting her to decline her turn in the circumstances.

Instead she took it, but then gave Alan a very light tap on his buttocks and told the maid to release him, as she was finished. The audience burst into a round of applause. It seemed this was a sort of female chivalry.

Alan murmured a "Thank you Ma’am" to the last lady, before limping in great distress back to stand against the wall next to the already beaten girl. They were both crying, but the girl took his hand in sympathy.

"Next" said the Leader and beckoned to Linda, who had been regarding Alan with consternation and who now went forward in obvious fear of what was going to happen to her.

 

PETER stood against the wall with tears running down his cheeks. That deep painful stroke had shocked the Alan personality out of his mind, but, of course, nobody could tell that. He had only really become properly aware of the fact himself as he watched Linda going forward for her turn over the block and he found himself watching Helen heading towards a caning. He found that he desperately wanted to interfere and rescue her and to prevent it from happening.

This line of thought was futile and he stood there helpless as she slowly got her fifteen strokes and came back to stand at his side, crying her eyes out too. Now it was his turn to clutch her hand in sympathy and she gave him a grateful look of thanks for his support.

Next for the treatment was Ronnie, and Peter was a bit relieved to hear him squealing just as loudly as he himself had done, until it came to him as a bit of a shock that Ronnie was only about twelve years old and not a full grown man like himself.

Finally all 36 women had had their fun and he thought they would all be finished. Some hope! The Head Maid came up and said, "Right now you lot, get into rubber aprons and gloves and do your own washing up".

They filed out, each walking stiffly, with Peter bringing up the rear with a limp. As much as he tried not to, he could not help wincing with each step. After he had cleared his table and was filling his sink with hot water, the Leader came into the kitchen and called him away to lower his trousers and show her the damage.

She "Tut-tutted" and added, "that needs treatment. Come with me and you," she added to one of the supervising maids, "can do his washing up. Give her your apron", she added to Peter.

Peter handed it over and received a very dirty look from the maid who had been the unfortunate nearest one. He was led to a nearby room, which had a bed in it and was made to lie down.

She gently smeared soothing ointment on to his buttocks, especially on the crease.

"That is not as bad as it probably feels. The skin is not broken, but I would like to apologise, because it should never have happened like that. You may rest there until I say you can go home and I will send your sister in to keep you company, when she has finished."

"But Ma’am" he replied slipping into the role of Alan, "our Aunt told us to come straight home and she will be expecting us very soon."

"Don’t worry your head about that. I know you don’t want to risk another dose of the cane on top of those weals, so I will give you a note for her."

Linda eventually came in and told him that he was to rest some more – for about another hour. First, she gave him a piece of good news. They would not have to worry about the possibility of bumping into Kitty on the way home, because they had just heard that she had been ‘transferred’.

At this point, Peter began to talk to her and repeatedly call her Helen until, after a sort while, Linda ‘left’ and it was Helen responding. They agreed that this treatment was not quite what they had been expecting.

Peter said he had thought life in Paradise would be a bit like something from Tom Sawyer’s times and any punishments would be at a similar level. Helen agreed that this afternoon had been too unnecessarily savage and was not much fun, even as a fantasy.

They eventually got home and were immediately asked, by a very irritable Aunt Freda, where they had been ‘all this time’. They gave her the excuse note, which did not mollify her very much. They were by now sufficiently ingrained in their Linda and Alan roles that they were able to act out the parts without detection.

The news about Kitty was announced officially at the beginning of dinner. It was now revealed that she had been dismissed from the Constabel Force. Before being sent away, she had been strapped down on the whipping block and given six hard strokes from a senior cane by the Sergeant. Then, each of the other Constabels had given her six, followed by the sergeant giving her another six.

She had then been sent off to some sort of prison.

With the threat of Kitty being out of the way, the family atmosphere then slowly reverted to what it had been on the first night with them being treated like unwelcome distant cousins once again.

This was emphasised at the end of the meal by them getting washing up duty again and it was into rubber aprons and rubber gloves for the fourth time that day.

At the evening punishment session, little consideration was given to their well-marked bottoms and they both ended up in tears once more after being well spanked with their Aunt’s strap.

Both of them lay in their beds that night thinking ‘enough is enough’ and wondering if they would wake up as Alan and Linda again, or as Peter and Helen.

Peter also had something extra to think about. He remembered how, when ‘Alan’ had been shocked out of his mind and he had stood there against the wall as Peter, he had wanted to leap to the rescue of Helen. It seemed his feelings for her were beginning to escalate.

He was very pleased that The Management had recognised their attraction for each other and he hoped that Helen’s feelings for him were developing in the same way.

 

 

 

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