The M & M Club

by

Rob Willson

  

Chapter 4

  

Jim looked the row of kneeling aproned girls, still fidgeting a bit from their sore bottoms.

"You all obviously look and feel hard done by, but you have only had what schoolgirls had to risk every day of their lives, not so long ago, from both their parents and their teachers. Our cane is really like those that were used in every school and by most governesses. Admittedly, the girls did not wear rubber knickers and were probably not caned on their bare arses, at least not in front of other girls, but many had a caning or two like that most days of their lives and took it for granted and in their stride.

"In fact, lots of governesses used birch rods, rather than canes. Just think of it. Upper Class girls of school age beaten with the same instrument of correction, in private homes and expensive schools, as was used on young male criminals in Police Stations and prisons.

"Then again, many girls were also given corporal punishment by their parents, particularly by their mothers – some quite often. Now here is something to think about. Dad would probably either spank them with his hand, or take his belt to them, but Mum, unless she used the back of her hairbrush, or wooden kitchen spoon, would actually buy a special tool, called yes, a CANE.

"She would often get this from the corner shop, where bundles of them were hanging up for sale. It is not as though she bought a bamboo stick, intended for garden use, to punish her daughter with, but a special one, designed for one purpose only, to bring grief and pain to young children.

These canes had no other use or purpose. They often had hooked ends, so that they could be hung behind a door, or on the wall, in full sight of the children, to constantly remind them of the consequences of being 'naughty'. 'Naughty', being defined by their mother! Of course, the girls probably got the strokes on their knickers, which were often made of serge, but she only had to give them harder strokes, or more of them, for them to feel much as Tessa does today.

"Also, your mother would possibly have it poking out of her shopping bag on the way home from the shop, so that all your neighbours and their children (your friends) would know that you were going to be thrashed. Perhaps, if she was feeling particularly upset with you, she would wait until you were with her in the shop before buying it, and you can imagine the shopkeeper winking at you and saying something like, 'Has your young brother been naughty again Miss? You will have to mind your own P's and Q's now that your Mum has a cane hanging handily on the wall, whilst all the time he probably knows that you don't have a brother and is deliberately tormenting you.

"As I said before, this was a daily threat for a large number of young, and often quite well-off girls, and carried out more often than you would think. In fact, the way that you are feeling now was, more or less, a permanent condition for some of them. The other point is that many governesses enjoyed punishing their charges and looked for occasions to mete it out as often as possible – and the unfortunate children had no court of appeal.

"That should put your slightly sore backsides into some sort of proportion.

"I am now going to explain something which will allow you all to get the feeling of being a slave girl. What do you think was the most important thing about being a slave girl? It has to be the worst thing about your situation; the most dreaded thing?"

"The fear of being beaten," suggested one.

"No," said Jim, "there is far more to it than that. Don't forget that they were probably beaten several times a week and, unless it was a real penal flogging, it was a routine, everyday occurrence. Forgetting the playacting that we are doing now and think of being the actual real thing, of being totally owned by somebody."

"The knowledge that you can be sold to anybody else without any warning," was Eve's offering.

"Very good Eve. You are very close. It is the constant uncertainty of every moment of your life."

"Now imagine that you are in the next room to your owner and you hear, 'Skivvy! Get your arse in here at once.' You hurry to the room, curtsey and then stand trembling, wondering what you have been called for - this time.

"It could be almost anything at all in the world. Something quite trivial, or something very serious, from your point of view. You belong, body and soul, to your owner and he (or she) can do anything they like to you, and you now wait to hear what it is all about. Just let your mind wander over a few possibilities. But I will give you a list of things to consider.

He simply wants you to fetch him a drink.

He wants to fondle your tits and have a kiss and cuddle.

He is eating something and offers you a titbit.

He is feeling randy and wants to fuck you.

He is angry about something and thrashes you just to let off steam.

He has a guest, man, or woman, and is going to do either of the last two in front of him, or her.

He offers you to the guest to be either beaten or fucked, just for 'fun'.

He has a new cane, or birchrod, he wants to try out and cannot wait until you give him a 'legitimate' cause to use it, because he doesn't need a reason to beat you.

He has a new punishment garment to try on you, maybe a crotch strap between your legs, which will make you very sore as you move about. Maybe a stiff uncomfortable posture collar, to make you hold your head up and prevent you turning it. Maybe a particularly nasty gag (yes, they actually do come in different grades of nastiness!) Maybe a very tight leather corset, perhaps incorporating a strap splitting the lips of your cunt and the cheeks of your arse.

Perhaps he is going to sell you, or to give you away; perhaps even to someone you already know and whom you don't like.

Maybe he is going to lend you for a week or two.

Maybe there is a woman friend in the room with him, who you have reason to fear, and one who you know particularly dislikes you. Perhaps he has played some game of chance with her and lost and giving you a sound whipping is what she has chosen as her 'prize'.

Perhaps she is staying over for a week or two's visit and you are being handed over to act as her personal maid during her stay.

You know that she is always complaining that you are not very well trained and that she has offered to take you home with her for a month to 'train' you to do your maid duties properly. You know that this is only an excuse to thrash you two or three times a day, with lots of other unpleasant punishments in between. She has often boasted of the ingenious garments and bondage harnesses she would use on you. Possibly her famous excessively-cruel wooden horse.

Perhaps she has even bought you!

"Maybe her 'toy' is only a clear plastic apron, which you have to wear nude, whilst serving them. This would be trivial indeed, compared with most of the other unpleasant things I have mentioned, but it would seem almost as bad to have to act in a very servile manner, whilst she is smirking at the way you are cringing in your humiliating outfit and she is making disparaging remarks about the size and shape of your tits.

"Imagine tying to keep expressionless, when she sees the marks of the cane on your buttocks and, whilst also prodding and kneading the weals, says something like, 'Oh dear! I see you have been a naughty little girl again. And what did you do to deserve to be thrashed this time?' After you stumble over some sort of explanation, she might add something like, 'I really do think you are a very lucky girl to have such a lenient master. I would have given you far worse, if you were my slave.

"Then she might turn to your master and say, 'Really! Why don't you let me take her in hand and give her a few lessons? I have some very good means of persuading lazy and careless girls like her to do things properly. Apart from doing her a lot of good, she would then enjoy getting back to you, because life for your slaves is obviously much easier than it is for mine. All you would then need to do, whenever she stepped out of line, would be to threaten to send her back to me for a refresher course.'

"She would then probably turn to you and say something like, 'Well girl. What do you say? I'm sure you want to be the best possible slavey for your master. Don't you think you would enjoy my training and punishments? Well speak up slut!'

"You would then stand there and wonder if you should try to answer her – and how. You would also wonder what your master's answer was going to be this time and hope that your luck was still good.

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"Well girls, I think I have given you enough possibilities to think about, so I am now going to leave you all for half an hour, each dressed in only a clear plastic apron, such as I have just described, which should help you remember and think about what I have said.

"You will kneel facing the wall and, to stop you from chattering, you will all be wearing gags. I mentioned earlier that gags come in various degrees of nastiness and we obviously don't have six of each kind, so it means potluck for you. There will be a selection and you will draw lots again as to who chooses her gag first."

He smiled, "And it's a lot more fun that way isn't it, if you will excuse the joke! Incidentally, we have more than six, so even the last of you will still have a restricted choice."

What the girls still had to learn was that, although some gags were worse than others, it was not at all obvious which would be the worst. Also, the very important fact that there is no such thing as a comfortable gag. Even the most innocent one made you drool horribly. Even a baby's dummy could make you do that. That is what caused you to keep sucking your dummy and swallowing the saliva, but, sometimes a gag was designed particularly to prevent the swallowing, or, at least, to make it difficult.

Then Jim went on, "Also, because I hate slouching and sloppiness, you will each have your hands cuffed behind you and your noses pressed tightly against the wall. To ensure that you stay there properly, you will also have a large heavy ball bearing to hold there with your noses. There will be a metal tray between your knees and the wall and we will hear any ball that drops down. As you have probably guessed, dropped balls equal extra strokes of the cane before bedtime.

"And don't think that, as you are almost bound to drop the ball eventually, that you will save yourself some discomfort by dropping it early on, because one of us will be here to replace it and another drop means even more strokes. You will find out the tariff at bedtime when you pay them off!

Another thing they would find out is that, because the tray was between their knees and the wall, they would have to lean forward to hold the ball in place and that this made the whole thing more difficult and uncomfortable to do. Instead of just holding the ball against the wall, they would now also get backache.

"It might be a good idea, at this point of our evening's entertainment, to remind you that you will eventually get the chance to witness me again at the receiving end and, later on, to get your own turn with the cane and other toys on me as well as on Tessa."

At this moment, Tessa signalled that she wanted to speak to him and the girls waited apprehensively during their 'consultation'.

Then Tessa asked them, "Can you all stay the night and, more importantly, would you like to?"

They all nodded and Eve added, "I can't speak for the others, but I am really enjoying myself in a rather perverse and bizarre sort of way. Being dressed and treated like this and, in spite of the fact that my sore buttocks seem to be on fire, and I would like to find out what more is on offer."

There was a chorus of 'me too' and 'here, here'.

"Well, if you agree to stay on, then I suggest we postpone the next session and have our evening meal first and we can tell you a bit more about our intentions and answer some (but not all) of your questions. OK? Now I'll change and fetch your new outfits, before we do any more."

She returned dressed in a starched Nanny's uniform and carrying a set of the clear plastic pinafores that Jim had mentioned. She then tied one on each of the girls and removed the small frilly caps and aprons they had been wearing. They instinctively turned to inspect themselves in the mirrored wall.

She had also brought back the garish rubber one that Eve had been wearing.

She smiled wickedly and said, "You know girls, I don't think that Jim can be allowed to be the only one of us not wearing an apron do you? After all, I am now the Nanny and everybody agrees that 'Nanny Knows Best".

There was a murmuring of 'No!' and 'Certainly not!' from the line of girls and so Tessa crossed to Jim and told him with a malicious smile, "Majority verdict. Seven to one. Get all your clothes off please."

"Of course, Nanny. At once! As a matter of fact, it is eight to nil, because I agree with you all."

She then tied the lurid rubber apron onto his naked body.

As they ate and talked, it was noticeable how the girls accepted the fact that they were now each only wearing a see-through plastic apron and high heels and acting quite nonchalantly, apart from the occasional squirm as they shifted their weight from buttock to buttock. They were also equally nonchalant about the almost naked Jim sitting with them at the table. Something that wouldn't have been true a very short time before.

Tessa then rapped for silence and said, " We are both amazed at how far we have come today ('You are amazed', one of them commented quietly, which caused a general grin of agreement), so we might as well press on with the explanation and 'sampling', because the sooner we agree to 'full membership', so to speak, the sooner we can get organised."

Jim was allowing Tessa to do all the talking, because they were her friends and she knew them much better.

She continued, "What we plan now, after we have finished eating and done the washing up, is to continue where Jim left off, but with me in charge of you as The Nanny. You will be naughty children, kneeling in punishment detention for various misdeeds, with the prospect of further corporal punishment if you let the steel balls fall.

"After that is over, it will be time for bed, when you will be dressed in nappies and rubber baby pants. Please remember that you are not meant to be babies in this scenario, but young teen-aged girls of about 12-15, who are being dressed and treated like babies as a humiliating punishment.

"Then about tomorrow. Well, today the emphasis was on corporal punishment and humiliating outfits and situations in order to give you a taste of that side of the games we play. Tomorrow morning and afternoon, you will all be maids, with me as the Head Maid, doing various housework jobs in the old-fashioned elbow-grease way. No labour-saving devices here. In the old days, MAIDS were the labour-saving devices for their mistresses.

  

  

  

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