The M & M Club

by

Rob Willson

  

Chapter 3

  

As they were getting towards the end of their tea, conversation lagged and the girls started to fidget, as they began to dwell on what was soon to come.

"Right. The girls already wearing washing-up aprons can get on with the job, so that we can move on to the next business of the evening."

The two girls wearing rubber aprons immediately started to gather up the plates together with Sarah.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Peter snapped at Eve. " I seem to remember you were wearing a rubber pinafore when I was feeling your tits!"

"I'm very sorry Sir," she mumbled. " I didn't think of this uniform as having a washing-up apron as part of it."

"Well, hurry up girl. The sooner you finish, the sooner we can watch Sarah's arse squirming on the block, or would you like to change cards with her?"

"Oh no Sir! Sorry Sir!"

This exchange served as a warning for all three not to delay in order to put off the moment of truth. Tessa then brought the whipping block to the centre of the room. Jim instructed them to kneel in a line as before and to copy Sarah's actions and words, when it came to their turn. He then nodded.

Tessa came forward in an abject manner, presented the cane to him with a curtsey and said in a frightened voice, "I have been naughty, Master. Please punish me hard to help me be a better maid in future."

He could see that this little speech did not go down too well with a couple of the girls, but thought that what they would see next would soon change their minds for the better.

He took the cane and flexed it. The girls watched fascinated as they saw how thin and flexible it was.

"Yes you're right in what you are all thinking. It is only a thin, light school cane and just mean to sting a naughty schoolgirl's bottom a little bit. If you had been very naughty, then it would have been a thicker and heavier cane."

In fact, they had not been thinking about it being meant only to sting, at all. But rather that it looked as if was going to hurt a lot, as he bent it in almost a full circle.

"OK Sarah, let's look at your card, as if we didn't already know it."

She pulled the envelope from behind her bib and presented it to him with another curtsey.

"Oh dear me! You are unlucky. It's the Joker. Now what does that mean?"

"It means ten strokes on my knickers and then another ten on my bare bottom, Sir."

"Well, get over the block then."

He heard several gasps as they realised the moment had finally come as the countdown to their own caning started.

She knelt down and he strapped her hands to the front of the block. Another strap was secured over her thighs just above the knees. Then, to the girls' further surprise, he cranked a handle which raised and tilted the block forward, so that her body was bent more sharply and her buttocks presented at the top for him to bring the cane down on, rather than from the side, as they had expected.

The block had her backside towards them, but they could also watch her face in the mirror opposite.

He very gently lifted her short skirt and folded it back and they could then see that the bending of her body had stretched the rubber knickers tightly over her buttocks.

"By the way, some maids think that the cane stings more through thin rubber, than on the bare skin. I must remember to canvass your opinions on that, once you have experienced both! Another point is that the girl being punished must count the strokes out loud and any stroke she forgets is repeated."

Then, without any further warning, he brought the cane whistling down on Tessa's rubber covered behind. She gave a small gasp at the unexpected blow, but otherwise just said, "One! Thank you Sir."

The first part of the punishment continued and the onlookers flinched every time the limber stick landed on target, as they thought of the fact that their own buttocks would soon be the cane's next targets. It looked as though it was doing more than 'just sting' as it curled round her bum each time and Tessa's voice got more and more strained as she counted, but up till now, apart from the initial gasp of surprise, she had borne each stoke silently

After the first ten were complete, he undid her legs and slowly slipped her knickers down to her knees. There were some gasps and flinching when he revealed Tessa's buttocks, which were no longer white, but were marked by ten sore-looking welts running across in parallel lines.

"Now we start again and you can imagine what it will be like when you are in her place. You can also begin to wonder what value card you have and whether you can remember the correct words to say."

He gave Tessa a slight warning tap on the arse, before raising the cane to continue her punishment. This time, Tessa gave a yelp before saying, "Eleven! Thank you Sir."

For the last three strokes, she was yelling quite loudly and the words of the counting were mixed up with her sobbing. She had good cause. For the first four of the ten, he had aimed at one of the earlier weals and laid them all on top of that one. The next four went accurately into the underhang of her buttocks and the last two were well-aimed at the tender crease at the top of her thighs.

After she was released from the block, she hauled herself upright and then bent down again, with a slight whimper, to raise her knickers and smooth them into place. She then bent forward and kissed the rod he held forward and said in a very humble voice, "Thank you very much Master for giving me the correction I well-deserved and particularly for being so lenient, when I deserved far more."

Jim then turned Tessa to face the line of apprehensive kneeling girls and indicated the tears coursing down her cheeks.

"Another thing to remember is that, if you are baby enough to cry, you are not allowed to wipe the tear marks off your face without permission. Two of my favourite sights are well-punished arse cheeks and tear-stained cheeks, which tell me the punishment has been effective."

He then sent Tessa back to her place at the head of the line, with none too gentle pat on her backside, which brought another yelp from her.

Well, twenty strokes in one go were rather a lot and he had laid them on much harder that he planned to do with the new girls. He intended just to sting them with 'good wristy cuts', until the final couple of strokes, but he had promised Tessa retribution for the 'joke' she had played on him last time, and she had got a bit more than she had expected.

"Well now", he smiled pleasantly, "Who's next?" looking at the next girl in line, who was already gingerly holding the cane Tessa had handed to her.

Ethel came forward very hesitantly and stumbled over the words she was supposed to say and then revealed she had a black ten.

"What does that mean?"

"Ten strokes on my knickers, Sir."

She was soon strapped down and gave a little squeal as she felt the tension in her buttocks as the block tilted and stretched the rubber over her flesh.

Jim touched her with the cane as a warning and then flicked it down and there were little sighs of relief, as it soon became obvious that these were nowhere near as hard as the strokes Tessa had received. They were only designed to 'sting' as he said. However, the final two strokes were more like Tessa's and brought little screams from Ethel. In fact, the surprise of the ninth stroke made her forget to count and when she announced "ten", with a sigh of relief, she was reminded that it was officially only nine and so she got an extra hard stroke.

As he worked his way down the line, Jim realised just how much he was enjoying himself, as he brought tears to the eyes and cheeks of all these strange girls. When it got to Eve's turn and the red ace was revealed, she glared at Tessa as though she guessed that she had rigged the card.

Jim had promised himself revenge for her action with the bib on her previous visit and did this by crossing the fifth stroke over those already lining her arse. This had made her squeal.

"This is known as a 'five barred gate'" he explained to the watching girls.

He produced another 'gate' lower down and the second cross-stroke brought a loud yell from Eve.

"I really don't know why you are making such a fuss. The other maids didn't make all this noise and you still have five to come, unless you forget to count and so make it more."

This time, he aimed lower down at the overhang, but decided against making it another 'gate', as she was so new to being thrashed.

Each of these strokes brought forth a little scream and cries of, "Please Sir. No more Sir. Please Sir."

He wondered if she realised that she had called him 'Sir'.

Was it that part of her was entering into the game a little more deeply than the others, or that she instinctively understood that, whilst she was strapped helpless over the block, he really was The Master and needed to be spoken to in such a manner?

As with the other girls, and making no concessions to the larger number of strokes, the final two were 'proper' strokes, and it was a very tearful Eve who went through the closing words and actions. He noted also that she had not forgotten to count any of the strokes.

He was very glad of that, because he knew that he had come close to overdoing it and didn't want to frighten any of the girls away, particularly Eve.

The next girl looked very frightened, especially when she saw she had drawn the black ace, but, although he gave her the full fifteen conscientiously, and doubled up on number ten, when she forgot to count, he was careful not to go over the top. He also made an extra point of not producing more 'five barred gates'.

Of course, this girl ended up crying, but he had been careful to try to make them all cry about equally.

Finally, he sat there, looking at the line of weeping uniformed maids, all rubbing their sore arses.

"Right, that is enough of fondling yourselves. Put your hands in your laps and be still."

He beckoned to Tessa and whispered instructions in her ear. She left the room, obviously reluctantly, but did not attempt to argue. A few moments, she returned carrying a tray of dummies (comforters) and a large bottle plainly marked 'Castor Oil' and with a bundle of plastic bibs over her arm.

"Since you are a load of cry-babies, there is only one thing for it, a dummy."

One by one, he made them kneel in front of him and Tessa tied a bib on. Then he dipped a dummy in the oil and each grimaced at the taste of the castor oil, but none of them hesitated more than a moment, when he ordered them to open their mouths. Well, not after he threatened the first one with another spanking if she didn't obey him instantly!

"I think you are now beginning to learn your place as obedient slaves. I thought for a moment that I was going to have to tan a couple of arses to reinforce my command.

"Now Sarah." Tessa turned as though to fetch the high chair, but he shook his head and motioned for her to kneel. She obeyed and got a dummy with one dab of oil, just like the other girls, when she had expected the full bottle in retaliation for giving it to him.

She was obviously puzzled. He bent forward and whispered in her ear once more. She left the room and soon returned wearing just her high heels and a tiny frilly white waist apron, with a pretty matching cop.

She knelt, upright this time and not sat back on her heels, with her hands clasped behind her head, elbows well back, which made her breasts jut forward.

As she had entered, one girl had thought to herself, "Oh God! That apron's not hiding very much."

Another had thought, "That apron's not hiding anything at all."

She was more accurate, because Tessa's clump of pubic hair was clearly visible lower than the apron frill.

Doris had noted that point, but was thinking, "I bet we will all soon have to wear something like that and I shall have to show my tits."

She was proved absolutely right by Jim's next words.

"Sarah will now take you each to dress you in the same uniform and you will carefully note the posture you will assume when you return. You will all be able to rest then after your punishments, while she explains more of the way we play.

Doris looked distressed at this announcement, but it was not clear what exactly had bothered her.

The first four maids were soon kneeling in their little caps and aprons with their tits thrust out, but Eve was now dressed in the highly coloured rubber apron, with its matching cap, from Tessa's earlier uniform. The one that has caused her so much merriment, when she had first seen them adorning Jim.

Doris was then taken out and Tessa came back to say that she was refusing to wear the new 'uniform', which would leave her tits bare. Jim left her in charge of the girls, so as to prevent talking and any chance of a rebellion starting, whilst he went to find out what was wrong.

Doris was crying quietly to herself and explained that she did not want to bare her breasts in front of them all.

"Why not indeed?" Jim asked gently. "First of all the other maids are all dressed the same, apart from Eve, and you did not protest when I fondled your tits in front of them all, nor did you object at getting ten on your bare arse. What's up then?"

"Well, Sir. My breasts are rather small compared with the other girls and I think they will poke fun at me."

He noticed the 'Sir' instead of 'Jim', with a hidden smile, and said, "Don't you realise that they will only do so if I allow it and that's not likely. Now get changed at once, or I shall take the cane to your sore bum and you will soon understand what Sarah and Eve were making such a fuss about. Do you really want to get more strokes of the cane until you obey me?"

She shook her head and reluctantly began to undress slowly, and then yelped as he flicked the cane accurately at the bare flesh between her kickers and stocking tops.

"Get on with it" he snapped and loosened the corset for her.

She finally obeyed and he turned her around as she tied the tiny frilly apron round her waist.

"Now look at me. Lift your head up high."

She obeyed and he said gently.

"You really are such a silly little girl, Doris. Don't you know what a lovely shape your tits are and that most of the other girls will be too busy envying you that to notice that theirs are a little bit larger than yours. And if they don't I will remind them – and with this." He swished the cane through the air.

He caressed and kissed them in such a loving way that she knew he was not lying to her and then he slashed the cane across her bottom and drove her from the room.

"Now that our shy little violet has consented to join us, that delay has earned you all another taste of castor oil."

This time it was a spoonful of oil, before each dummy was dipped in it again and replaced in their mouths. All except Tessa's, who now continued to make the promised explanations.

When she had finished, he warned the maids against removing their dummies without permission and that any attempt at talking would result in another caning and then took Tessa out to prepare for the next stage. She relaxed her attitude a little more outside the room and pointed enquiringly at her dummy.

"Yes I know what I 'promised' you about the castor oil, but I got a little bit carried away over the caning and I thought enough was enough."

She quickly removed the dummy and gave him a quick oily kiss and then put it back in her mouth.

  

  

  

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