The M & M Club

by

Rob Willson

Chapter 5

  

Tessa continued with her explanation of the next day's activities.

"I can tell you what sort of jobs you will be doing tomorrow as maids, but not what each person will be doing.

This floor will need polishing.

These mirrors will need cleaning.

The basement is stone-flagged and needs scrubbing.

I will have a load of dirty crockery and pots and pans waiting for a willing scullerymaid, or even an unwilling one!

There is a large old-fashioned kitchen range to be black-leaded.

In the garden, there is a greenhouse with very dirty windows."

Jim could see the girls looking at the highly polished floor and the gleaming windows and hoping that they would draw one of them as their job, rather than one of the others, which sounded much muckier and infinitely harder. He knew what they didn't. After she had put them to bed, Tessa would scuff over the floor with black-soled shoes and spray greasy and sticky things on the glass to make it a lot harder to clean.

The floor in the basement was filthy, as were the panes of glass in the greenhouse. The kitchen range was very dirty and a bit rusty and the plates, pots and pans would spend the night in a low oven to have the grease and dirt baked on solid.

The latter was a favourite chore they often created for the other playing a scullerymaid. That is to say, it was a favourite task to set the other, but not a favourite one to perform! It was very hard work to get them clean after a night in the oven and the other jobs that Tessa had listed were just as bad. He could never decide how to rate them against each other.

He also realised that only six jobs had been mentioned and wondered what Tessa had in mind for him. This had also occurred to Ethel, who asked Tessa about a seventh job.

"Oh yes! I have a special job for Jim as Jane. I don't suppose any of you will be very pleased with the job you get, but I am equal sure that you will not be willing to change with Jane. In fact, I will offer to swap Jane's job with the first girl who asks me, after you have each seen your own tomorrow."

They could tell by her secret smile that she was most unlikely to get a volunteer.

Jim thought to himself that she must have a terrible job planned for him, but this was Tessa's inventiveness again and he could not imagine what she had in mind for him that was so awful. Next morning, it all seemed so obvious!

Tessa continued, "Later, we will give you a tour of the other things in the place, so that you can see some of the other uniforms, punishment clothes etc. I could add that lots of the punishments rely on humiliation and discomfort, rather than the pain of a sore arse and hands. Incidentally, nobody has been caned, or strapped, on the palms of her hand yet and I think that should be remedied later.

"Also, a lot of the time we simply re-create the conditions of a servant girl working in uncomfortable and dowdy uniforms at the beck and call of someone in authority over them and that is what will be happening tomorrow.

"When maids were plentiful, they had to work very hard to avoid getting dismissed without a reference, which was the equivalent of sending them out onto the streets. You won't have that threat hanging over you – only the threat of a thrashing, if you slack!

"Unfortunately, as I said before, we do not have sufficient uniforms for everyone for everyone to be costumed from the same era, so some will be from Victorian or Edwardian times and others from the twenties or thirties. But that won't matter, since the work and conditions changed very little over the years. It was all hard drudgery with very little let-up. In fact, you will probably find it quite easy in your minds to re-create the atmosphere and conditions of being a servantgirl for you to be almost a part of those times.

"I can tell you now that Doris will be an Edwardian housemaid, so that she can experience doing housework in a corset, as Jim promised her. Jim will also be one, because his matching discomfort might be some consolation for her. I don't think! One of the things most of our uniforms have in common is a high, tight, stiff, uncomfortable collar. This will help to make up for the make-believe element in the scenario, which your mind knows is not completely real, although maids often had to wear such collars in reality, as their employers felt it made for a neater and more attractive uniform.

"Of course, it may have looked neater to them, but they didn't have to wear, and particularly work, in them. Any attempt to loosen a collar is instantly punishable with a birching, which, I can assure you, really hurts. You won't dare to loosen a collar again and, if you ever do get the birch, you will wonder how very young schoolgirls could have been subjected to it in Victorian times.

"Now one thing about the gags you will be wearing soon, for your session at the wall. In the first place, no gag is ever worn for more than two hours at a time, except in very special circumstances. Similarly, one is never worn at night in case the wearer is sick and might choke, for example, and the person, if tied up, is not left alone also for that reason.

"Gags are worn for three reasons. One is, obviously, to keep the person quiet. Another is for punishment, because most are uncomfortable and can even be painful. The third reason is that they make the wearer look ridiculous and this adds to the sense of being punished, as you will find out soon enough.

"As Jim has already told you, we do not have unlimited gags and so you will have to draw lots, but, as some of you had your initial caning on the bare, I think it will be fairer to let them choose first. In each set, the girl who drew the ace will get a free choice of her group and the other two will toss for choice.

"Now let's wash up and we can then begin. And, remember, from this moment, I am to be addressed as Nanny."

Tessa then brought in the gags and left the girls to consider them. She took Jim away to be dressed and brought him back as Jim and not as Jane. The girls giggled when they saw him dressed in high heels and a plastic pinafore just like themselves. The combination of wearing his own outfit and seeing the girls in theirs had made his penis stand erect and Nanny had covered it with a condom to stop it wetting his pinny.

"Come over here girls and look at this disgusting exhibition. I am sure when you were having your tits squeezed that you thought that things were weighted against females. In fact, without this demonstration, you would think so even more tomorrow, when I show you some dresses, which incorporate bras with stiff bristles in their cups. I don't need to tell you that they are most uncomfortable to wear and to work in, especially when 'The Master' persists in fondling and squeezing your tits. Well, girls, this is the male equivalent.

"I can collapse this 'thing', she flicked his penis to demonstrate, bundle it into a ball cup containing bristles as well, or I can put metal rings around it. This may not sound as bad as the bristles on your tits, but you must remember that this 'thing' reacts or tries to react, to certain visual and tactile stimuli, and therefore tries to expand against the bristles or rings. I imagine, and have been told," she gave Jim a fond caress around his scarlet face, "that it can be very uncomfortable and painful. As you can see, it can also be very embarrassing and humiliating for the male.

"One of my special penis-bags is made from rawhide. It is put on him soaking wet and the heat from his body makes the leather dry out, so it can be classed as a self-inflicted punishment. Little Jimmy here doesn't seem to like it very much at all, so I save it for special occasions when he has been very naughty.

"Now I want you all to come and give this 'thing' a very hard squeeze. In fact, you can give it several while you are about it and get your revenge for having your tits made free with."

She gave Jim a triumphant look, as the girls crowded around eagerly to obey her. He tried to squirm away, but they took it in turns to hold him still, while each gave it a number of painful squeezes.

It was Brenda this time that invented and slipped her hand behind his prick and squeezed his balls hard. He yelled and jerked away as far as he could, but she had a good firm grip on him.

"That was very good Brenda. Do it again whilst I do this. As Brenda squeezed a second time, Tessa slipped her hand under his apron bib and gave his nipples a vicious twist and pinch. Jim yelped again with pain and surprise.

"Now you know, if you didn't before, that a man's nipples harden like ours do and that they don't like them being twisted any more than we do." She did it again to illustrate her point and Jim jerked in distress.

"Please Nanny, he was struggling when we were holding him, but not when you tweaked him. I don't think that's fair!"

"You must all remember that you are all fellow children, but he knows he must not resist Nanny, or else the consequences will hurt a lot. When you are the Nanny, or a schoolmistress, you will be able to treat him the same, I promise you."

"That reminds me about something you said much earlier that we would all eventually be dressed in the same uniform."

"Yes?" encouraged Tessa.

"Well they can't be the same, because Jane is a different shape. ' She' doesn't have breasts, so her silhouette will be different."

"Aren't you forgetting that Jane can wear a bra with false tits? In fact, she always does and they jiggle up and down just like our real ones. You will see tomorrow, when she will wear a wig, as will anyone else who has the wrong hairdo for her costume. You will see quite a different Jane tomorrow."

"But she didn't have tits when we first saw her," objected Jean.

"Of course not silly. That wasn't Jane the maid, it was Jim dressed as a maid and called 'Jane' for his extra humiliation. It was essential that you knew exactly from the first glimpse that 'she' was a man. You will be quite surprised at the transformation tomorrow, so let's drop the subject now and wait and see."

"Now that's enough girls. I have something else for you to do. In the future, you will need to use a cane, but you also have to know what you are doing. If you punish someone too hard, it will be his or her turn soon afterwards and you will suffer for it. Also, if we are not very careful, this retaliation can escalate and get out of hand with all of the 'fun' taken out of it, so we will lend you canes to take home and practise with on cushions. In fact, you can have your first practice now."

She then produced an old cushion and strapped it on the whipping block. Jim heaved a sigh of relief that they weren't going to practice on him!

"Right girls, six strokes on the cushion each. Just imagine it is Jim's bum on the block, if that helps."

She watched all six girls use the cane and gave them all tips on where to stand and how to control each stroke. The dust flying out gave them some idea of how effective their efforts were. When they had all finished, Jim went out and returned with a tray that Tessa had already prepared. On it were seven glasses of a clear oily liquid, one with twice the amount in it of the others ('and I know who that is intended for', he thought), and an unlabelled bottle of tablets.

Nanny ordered them all to their knees, with him at the beginning of the line, and cuffed all their hands behind them. She then approached him with the fuller glass and a tablet.

"Open wide, tongue out," she ordered. He obeyed instantly and she put the tablet on his tongue. She then gave him a swallow of castor oil to wash it down.

"Now the rest of it." She made the oil last several swallows and then rubbed her finger round the inside of the glass and gave it to him to lick clean.

When she had finished, he said, "Thank you Nanny."

She continued down the line until she came to Jean.

"Open wide, tongue out."

Jean drew back her head instead of obeying and asked, suspiciously, "What is it?"

"I thought it rather obvious that it is a tablet," was Nanny's reply.

"I mean, what is it for?"

"For you to swallow, what else?"

Jean still refused to open her mouth.

"Do it to please Nanny."

Jean shook her head rebelliously.

Every girl looked anxiously at Tessa to see what she would do.

She snapped, "Everyone kneel up straight to attention."

They all obeyed instantly at her tone of voice, including the rebel. She put the tablet and glass back on the tray and then crossed over to a drawer out of sight and took out a stout leather tawse.

She returned to stand behind Jean and said, mildly, "Well if you won't do it to please Nanny, perhaps this will change your mind."

There was a slight pause and then she whacked the strap three times across Jean's buttocks.

"Now obey Nanny to stop her getting really angry with you."

She hooked the tawse to the belt of her uniform, picked up the glass and tablet, and crossed to stand in front of a now snivelling Jean.

"Now will you open your mouth and put out your tongue?"

Jean obeyed immediately. The tablet went in, followed by the castor oil.

"Open again."

Nanny inspected her mouth to make sure that it had been swallowed.

"Now the rest of the glass. There you are. You are such a funny girl. You drank the nasty tasting oil without any fuss, after making such a fuss about a tasteless tablet. A very strange girl, indeed!"

"Thank you Nanny," whispered Jean.

Next, Tessa moved to Doris, who opened her mouth immediately she was given the order to do so. No strokes of the tawse for her.

"Wider!" snapped Nanny.

Doris opened it so wide, so quickly, that she told the others later that she first thought she had unhinged her jaw.

"Now it is time for the gags."

Eve, having had fifteen strokes of the cane 'on the bare' had first choice and she wisely chose the gag which was simply a strip, or plate, of leather held in place by a mask. It was similar to a Scold's Bridle, but did not have a metal prong involved, which lacerates the tongue.

The second girl chose the smaller of the two ball gags, which filled her mouth, but did not distend her jaws. The third chose the smaller of the two ring gags.

The second group ended up with a mouth filling penis gag; an inflatable rubber gag; and Ethel, who had taken ten strokes on her knickers, spent some time choosing between the larger ball gag and the larger ring gag. She eventually chose the ball, on the basis that Tessa could possibly pop something that tasted unpleasant through the ring.

They then waited to see what would happen to Jim. They looked at the remaining gags, which included an unpleasant looking rubber helmet with a very large penis gag inside it and a wooden pear gag, which they didn't really understand, but which looked to be one to avoid.

Tessa went to another drawer and produced a dental gag, which Jim accepted into his mouth and then the girls gasped as Tessa operated the ratchet to force his mouth open. She did not, however, use the full amount of the ratchet, because she knew just how very uncomfortable that could become. Nor did she use the version, which was held behind the head with a lockable strap. He might need to release the gag to call for her assistance.

Each of the girls was made to kneel facing the mirrored wall, with a half-inch steel ball bearing held against the glass by her nose. She then placed a small metal tray between the girl's knees and the bottom of the wall to catch the ball with a 'clang'. This tray meant that the knees had to be moved back from the wall far enough for the girl to have to lean forward to hold it in place.

They soon realised that the balls were quite heavy and would be difficult to hold against the shiny glass. They knew were in for a very uncomfortable half-hour and that it was not a matter of not dropping the ball, but of how many times they would drop it for Jim to replace. He now knelt behind them with his hands free to deal with the dropped balls and to keep the count.

The tariff was explained as three strokes on the buttocks and three on each hand for each dropped coin.

"After all," said Nanny, "We haven't felt 'handers' yet, have we children?"

At the end of the period, three of the girls had scored two drops and the others, including Eve, had got three each.

Nanny had the girls turn to face the block. One by one, starting with the sixes, she strapped the girls down and beat them. She made each girl's first stroke a hard one, so that they shouldn't think she couldn't cane as hard as Jim, but the remainder were just good wristy stinging cuts.

For the 'handers', Tessa retrieved her tawse and Jim demonstrated how one hand was held on top of the other. They then found out that six on each hand was known as six handers and not as a dozen!

Tessa then dealt with the apprehensive girls, who were waiting for their nine strokes and nine handers.

She then strapped Jim down on the block and picked up the cane again.

She now removed the gags and the girls stretched their aching jaws.

"Now I have a treat for you girls. Here is a good target. Three strokes each, with Eve going last. Just imagine it is the cushion you practised on earlier."

"Why me last, Nanny?" asked Eve.

"That's simple justice my Dear. You have received the most strokes, so I thought I would let you have his bum when the others have made it nice and tender for you."

"Oh thanks Nanny. Thanks a lot!"

She then gave the cane to Ethel.

"You go first. Remember the tips I gave you and make this naughty child sing."

Nanny left his dental gag in, but released it a bit. God, how those girls learnt fast. He couldn't help squealing as the session went on, especially when Eve got her revenge on his ever more tender and sore arse. When Eve had finished her turn he started to relax and then Tessa said.

"One more each for luck dears. And make this one really tell."

They did. He felt six strokes as hard as those Tessa usually meted out.

Nanny then casually told them to go into the kitchen for a drink of water, if the gags had made them thirsty. Unsuspectingly, they complied.

"Now it is bedtime."

The girls were puzzled, as it was only nine o'clock.

"You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow, starting at five o'clock, and so it will be best for you to get a good night's rest. If you lie awake, don't disturb the others, but quietly think about all that has happened today and all you have learnt."

Each child was then pinned into a large, bulky, towelling nappy, with rubber pants fitting over it. The pants were a rather loose fit over the nappy, but had very tight leg holes and waistbands, to prevent leakage. The plastic pinafores went back on and a wide leather belt tightly locked round each waist. The belt had a short strap at the rear and their hands were cuffed to a ring in the belt at the front.

"You are wearing the pinafores, because it is a rule that maids and children wear an apron at all times, except in the bath or shower, and that includes when you are in bed."

They were then led to the 'dormitory'. There were seven iron-framed beds with thin hard mattresses, covered with red rubber sheets and no other bedclothes. There was another strap across the middle of each mattress and, after each girl lay down, the rear strap of her belt was fastened to it. The effect was that the baby could move about slightly, but could not turn over, or even on to her side.

Then an adult-sized baby's dummy was put into each mouth, held there by an elastic strap. Nanny explained.

"These are not gags, but comforters like babies suck on all day long. They are part of your punishment, so that you feel more humiliated. However, just in case you vomit, for instance, when you would be in danger of choking, you will be able to force them out of your mouths. On the other hand, the elastic is strong enough to keep them in place when you are asleep and any child not still with her dummy in place in the morning, without sufficient reason, will be severely punished. Nanny doesn't like to start the day with a birching, but Nanny does what Nanny must. Do you all understand?"

There was a muffled chorus through the stuffed mouths of "Yes Nanny."

As Tessa was about to leave the room, Mary suddenly said, "I'm very sorry Nanny, but I need to go to the toilet."

"Then you must continue to be sorry and to need. Toilet time has come and gone and you are all tucked up in bed and now it is sleep time and not toilet time.

"I shall pop in occasionally, but if anyone has an emergency, thrash your legs about and this will waken Jim, who has a bell push connected to his belt and he will call me. Good night, children. Pleasant dreams and no talking after lights out."

There were muttered replies and she heard one voice say, "Oh God. I think I want to pee too."

Tessa smiled broadly as she shut the door behind her. She had kept stressing the 'nasty tasting oil' bit and it seemed to have worked, as none of the girls had remembered that castor oil is a very potent laxative and the anonymous tablet, that Jean had made such a fuss about, was a powerful diuretic.

She waited for a moment and then heard low voices, as she had expected. She quickly returned with the tawse and lifting the pinafores, put three hard strokes on the front of everybody's thighs, including innocent Jim, and re-arranged the pinafores. That cured them of any urge to talk!

The girls were in for a very uncomfortable night. If they managed a short spell of sleep, they would wake up to find themselves lying in a very uncomfortable nappy full of piss and shit.

However, it was not likely that anyone would get to sleep very quickly. Quite apart from the painful welts on each arse, they had plenty to think about and it was a very early bedtime for people used to much later ones. Also, the iron beds creaked like mad, at the slightest movement, and Tessa was fairly sure that there would be enough fidgeting to keep everyone awake, at least for some hours.

She also knew from her own experience, that, once awake, laying in a sopping wet nappy, was not conducive to getting back to sleep easily.

  

  

  

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