The M & M Club

by

Rob Willson

  

Chapter 6

  

Tessa did a few things to prepare for the next day's events, mainly dirtying things, which the 'maids' would then spend a lot of time and effort in making clean again, and then she re-entered the dormitory. Everything was OK, but she could hear two of the girls crying quietly, with some of the others sleeping fitfully. She wondered what the crying indicated, but tiptoed out quietly.

She looked in again, once during the night, and there seemed to be a great deal of tossing and turning, in as far as their belts would let them, and more sobbing. With the hope that they hadn't gone too far on the first night, and spoiled a hopeful start to a promising situation, she crept out again.

Next time, it was 5 a.m. She slammed through the door and switched the lights on.

"Right girls. Everyone awake and lie 'at attention'."

All the girls were obviously already wide-awake and had been for some time. They straightened out their legs and Nanny went round tidying their pinafores.

She inspected them.

"Good, everyone has their dummies in, so Nanny doesn't have to fetch the birch."

She then went round again, lifted their aprons, and sniffed at their nappies, after slightly lifting the rubber pant's waistband.

"You disgusting bunch of sluts. You have all dirtied yourselves and it serves you right if you all had an uncomfortable night. Now I've got to get you all cleaned up."

She gave a big fake sigh of resignation, as she unfastened the first girl.

She led her to a large tiled shower stall, tied the girl's hands above her head. She put on a large rubber apron over her own uniform and then took off the girl's plastic apron and put a tight rubber cap over her hair. Then, wearing thin rubber gloves, she slid off the rubber knickers and unpinned the soiled nappy. After tut-tutting, she held the nappy up to the girl's face. She promptly pulled her head back as far as she could, thinking that Tessa was going to smear its contents over her face, but Nanny merely held it there for the girl to smell her own mess.

Tessa dropped the nappy and the pants into a large bucket. She then took down a hose with a spray attachment and, without any warning, a fierce spray of cold water hit the girl's face. She gasped with the shock and then again, as Tessa directed the spray between her legs. Tessa continued to hose the girl down until she was thoroughly clean.

When this was done, Nanny took her into another room, gave her a towel, and told her to dry herself, and then replace her pinafore and go into the mirror room and wait.

"And no talking when the others come in" she warned, "remember what happened when somebody disobeyed me and talked after 'lights out'."

She repeated this with the other girls and Jim, until all seven were lined up glumly regarding their reflections. Tessa now changed her Nanny uniform for a Housemaid's one and explained.

"I am the Head Housemaid and am here to train you ignorant girls. You will address me as 'Miss'. When I was learning to be a maid, my 'trainer' used to wait until we had done something wrong and then punish us. But I think it is very cruel to keep you on edge for your first punishment of the day, so I always give my girls three strokes on each hand and six on the buttocks before breakfast."

She smiled unconvincingly and hypocritically, since the girls obviously all thought that they would prefer to wait until they had earned a beating.

Tessa returned with the leather tawse. She faced them as she gave them their 'handers' so that the strap hit the fingers, palms, and even the wrists, which hurt much more than just over the palm from the side.

"Now that's the proper way to do it," she said.

By the time she had finished, most of the trainee maids were snivelling.

She led them into the kitchen and doled out large helpings of tasteless, cold, congealed porridge.

"Whoever gets the job as Scullerymaid will collect all these breakfast things and add them to her other washing up, which will be done in the old-fashioned kitchen downstairs.

She then dressed each girl in her uniform for the day. As promised, Doris and Jane had very tightly corseted Edwardian uniforms and the others were a mixture.

"Notice how Jim looks with his hair up in a wig and with fake boobs. Jump up and down Jane."

Jim/Jane obeyed, so that they could all see how her 'breasts' jiggled about just like the real thing.

They were all now made to put the clear plastic aprons on over their uniforms and could see the reason for their use. They would help to keep the costumes clean, whilst not distracting from the effect of the uniform.

The group then made the rounds of the various jobs Tessa had told them about the day before and they drew cards for choice. The two who were to work in the ex-ballroom saw how the floor had been dirtied and scuffed and the mirror glass smeared. They realised that these were not the soft options they had seemed to be, after all.

Apart from Jane, Ethel was the last in the group and they went outside to look at the greenhouse glass she had to clean. There was quite a cold wind blowing and this would add to the unpleasantness and discomfort of her outside job. Standing in the garden was also a large washtub with a scrubbing board, which hadn't been mentioned so far. Ethel turned to Tessa.

"Excuse me Miss. You said we would have the option of changing jobs with Jane and you haven't told us, or even her yet, what her job is."

"I should have thought that was obvious, with the washtub out here. Don't tell me that you have already forgotten that pile of very dirty nappies and baby pants?"

They all gasped and looked pityingly at Jane.

Tessa went on, "But before you jump in wanting to swap with her (not that anyone had the slightest intention of offering, as she well knew), those seven nappies have somehow got mixed up with some clean ones. So that instead of seven very shitty nappies, there are now thirty not quite so shitty ones. Maybe each one is not so shitty, but it will take just as long to make bright and white."

In fact, she had mixed them all up in a large tumble dryer and then baked the mess in. Jane was in for a very hard time at the scrubbing board.

"Right, we are now ready to start our little chores. Anyone finishing before lunch will be allowed time off until lunchtime." (There was not a hope in hell of any of them finishing much before the evening meal, let alone lunchtime!) "I will come round now to instruct anyone who doesn't know how to start and I shall be around at intervals with my tawse, or cane, to chide and correct any girl I find slacking. Now to work."

Tessa go them all started and then took herself off to the shower room. Here she, too, put on a plastic apron over her uniform, like the others, and scrubbed and cleaned the room. She interrupted her work frequently to inspect the work of the others, first taking off the plastic apron, so that they would not know that she was also doing housework, and found plenty of occasions to punish them all.

After cleaning up the effects of dirtying the spare nappies, she went to the modern kitchen and prepared another large batch of tasteless porridge. She put it into the fridge, to make sure it would be well and truly congealed by the time it was due to be eaten. And then she made another round of the girls, who were aching all over and remembering what they had been told the day before about the extra high stiff collars on their uniforms.

Their necks were now quite chafed and sore, but not as much as their bums, which were covered with smarting weals, with lots more to come during the afternoon.

The girls groaned at the sight of their non-gourmet meal, but were glad of the short rest. The scullerymaid thought that the dirty cooking utensils had been put away for another occasion, but later found that they too had been baked in an oven and added to her job to make it more difficult.

During the afternoon, in between chivvying and punishing her under-maids, Tessa cleaned the kitchen thoroughly and then washed all the mattress rubber sheets and polished the dormitory floor to a high gloss.

Eventually, at 5 p.m., she led the group of girls round to inspect each other's efforts. The ex-ballroom gleamed again; the greenhouse glass reflected the row of shining white nappies drying on the clotheslines. The cellar and the kitchen range were spotless and the scullerymaid felt proud of her efforts against the others. In fact, they all felt surprisingly proud of what they had achieved, in spite of their sore muscles, sore arses, and blistered hands.

Tessa then showed them what she had been doing, when they all thought she had been simply chasing up another member of the group, because she had obviously worked as hard as anyone else.

In fact, two of the girls came up to her and kissed her and one whispered jokingly, "It's nice to know that you are not as big a bitch as we all thought!"

They had a short break for tea and biscuits and were told they could all change into any clothes they liked and then Jim would show them the rest of the collection of garments, uniforms, etc. To Tessa's surprise, they all, without exception, chose to keep their current uniforms on, including those with the tight corsets, merely removing the plastic aprons, because they had got a bit mucky.

While they went on tour, Tessa started to cook a proper meal for all of them.

After the tour was over, they all took a bath, or shower, and dressed in a mixture of their own clothes and some from the collection. Jim and Tessa were both dressed in house-frocks, with starched, domestic, floral pinafores over them.

They then sat down to eat and to discuss what they had done and seen during the day.

There seemed to be a general air of enthusiasm for their experiences and Tessa said, "It might a appropriate time to mention the questionnaire again. So do you want to try to complete it now, or would you rather take it home and mull it over?"

"Perhaps we could decide that after we see what is in it," said one girl, but Eve suddenly broke in with, "Stuff your bloody questionnaire!"

The atmosphere suddenly went very strained and wary,

"No," she added hurriedly, "let me finish before you react to that. I was a bit too abrupt!"

"Look, I know I am regarded as a bit of a 'Lady Muck' in our group, which I have sometimes deserved from the way I have acted, but which isn't really ME. But, over the past two days, I've been ridiculed and made to wear humiliating outfits. I've been caned on my bare arse in front of you all. I've been made to swallow castor oil and laid all night with my rubber knickers full of piss an shit.

"I've spent the best part of today in a very dowdy housemaid's uniform scrubbing dirty flagstones and my hands are blistered, my back aches and my arms can hardly lift my wine. I've steadfastly refused to wear any sort of apron, or overall, since I had to wear a pinafore as a very little girl, thinking of it as a bit of a lower-class, degrading garment, yet I have been forced to wear one for the past two days.

"In fact, I am now sitting here, with a group of ordinary people, having an ordinary meal (I am not knocking the food, Tessa, which was delicious, especially after so much porridge!) and dressed in ordinary clothes. But who are all, including the man, quite voluntarily wearing fancy aprons, some of them made of rubber, with me still in this particularly garish frilly one.

"In spite of all this, I can't remember ever having such fun and enjoying myself so much.

"I've been beaten with a cane and strap so much today and my arse is so sore that I can barely sit still (if you will excuse the weak pun), so I will stand up and give you a toast, which you may wish to join in with, 'Fuck the questionnaire!'"

One by one, with little hesitation, the girls stood and repeated, "Fuck the questionnaire!" The standing girls looked down at Jim and Tessa, who, in turn, looked at each other.

Tessa said, "Well Jim, we seem to have our answer."

Then they too stood and said in unison, "Fuck the questionnaire," and Jim added, "and welcome to the club girls."

Brenda asked, "If we are to be a special club, oughtn't we to have a name, even if it is a private one?"

'The Cane Club?' and 'The Apron Club?' were the first suggestions.

"No, too obvious!" It was generally agreed.

Mary suggested, "'The M and M Club'. The M & M could be made into a club monogram and nobody would know what it stood for."

"You haven't told us yet," smiled Eve.

"Sorry, it stand for 'The Menials and Minors Club."

Everyone applauded much to Mary's embarrassment.

"A possible variation," said Eve. 'The MSM Club'; the 'The Menials, Slaves and Minors Club". The full title is clumsy, but the monogram MSM is a similar crisp one."

Jim said, "Surely Menials includes Slaves, but it could still be MSM for 'Maids, Slaves and Minors'.

Tessa put in, "I think both titles and monograms are good ones, but I think 'M 'n M' trips slightly easier off the tongue than 'MSM'.

Everyone agreed it would be 'M and M', to Mary's obvious delight.

Ethel asked if she could make some clothes for the Club, since she was a fair seamstress.

"Yes and No", said Jim and Tessa simultaneously.

They all burst out laughing.

"And precisely what does that mean?" asked Ethel, when she had got her breath back.

"No, we do not take bread out of the mouths of Mrs Barker and her daughters, but they will have a lot of extra work, now that we have expanded from two to eight. But why don't you design something and work together with them and, if you want something special for yourself, there is obviously no objection to you making it."

"Fine," said Ethel. "At the moment it is only the germ of an idea, because everything has happened so quickly, but I do have the idea of a rather special apron for myself and, if it is a success, we can take it from there.

"You see, Eve mentioned about the group sitting here all wearing aprons, well, if we can agree on an agreeable style, combination of colours, etc., I could include the Club monogram on the bib of the pinafore and we could all then be wearing our Club Aprons on another occasion like this.

"I'm not so much thinking of a Club uniform, but the fact that, if we wear maids' uniforms when we are not actually working as maids, then it becomes a sort of fancy dress. This would somehow devalue the uniform and the fantasy, but, if instead, we wear our ordinary clothes, even with rubber pinafores, we haven't left the ordinary world outside. So, the Club Apron would be a sort of in-between dress, rather like what Jim and Tessa are wearing now.

"So, let me think about it a bit more and see what I can come up with and we can develop it from there."

This time, the round of applause caught Ethel by surprise.

Tessa leaned over to Jim and said in a 'stage whisper' "Aren't you glad I brought them into our games now?"

There were grins all round, as they all remembered his embarrassed reaction to them seeing him as a rubber maid for the first time.

He smiled and answered, "If you remember correctly, I've never thought, or said, otherwise. It was just the initial shock of the way you did it, but I agree I would probably never have agreed, if you had asked my 'permission' first.

"So I would now like to make my own toast. To the Ladies I did not know only a short week ago, and whom I now include amongst my closest friends. After all, you have not only seen my bare arse, but have caned it too."

"And the other way round" said Doris and they drank a second time.

Then they all came up to him, one after the other, and gave him an affectionate hug and a big kiss.

To cover up his embarrassment, he said quickly, "That's much better than a round of applause."

They all then shared the washing up as they were so tired. For sleeping arrangements that night, they dressed in nappies and rubber pants, as before, but this time there was no castor oil and belts. The others insisted on bringing in another bed for Tessa and that she dress the same. They all insisted on having their dummies too and soon went off to sleep.

This time, there was little tossing and turning and the noisy creaky beds did not keep anyone awake, because they were all so tired after their unfamiliar exertions of the day. They also found, to their surprise, that lying on the rubber sheets was not a cold feeling, after the initial shock of it on their bare flesh. But, as they moved in their sleep, everybody was woken, at least once, by moving their body onto a cold section of the rubber sheet.

Since they were all able to use the toilet before sleeping, there were no shitty nappies in the morning.

When they got up, the girls went into a huddle and sprang two surprises on Tessa and Jim. After their showers, some of which were voluntarily taken with cold water, the girls dressed in just the transparent plastic aprons and lined up in the mirror room, just like the day before.

They then insisted that Tessa should punish them with the tawse, as she had yesterday morning, and that she should get her dose from Jim. Then they dressed and went off to a proper breakfast.

"Cold showers and a thrashing yes, but definitely 'No' to porridge when there is no Head Housemaid to threaten us with the birch", said one.

  

  

  

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