The M & M Club

by

Rob Willson

  

Chapter 7

  

Breakfast finished, the group now relaxed and chatted over a cup of tea.

"How did you two manage on your own?" asked one.

"Well", answered Tessa, "most of the time we were just two housemaids during the day who did the housework, as you did yesterday, but, if I felt like being punished, I would write a note 'from our Mistress' to instruct Jim/Jane to do it. Sometimes it was a specific punishment and sometimes it just said 'Punish this girl', followed by a number".

"The number of strokes?"

"Oh no, that is specific. The number was 1-4, which means mild, light, hard and severe, as a degree of punishment."

Jean asked, "Can I talk a bit?"

"Of course you can," said Tessa; "we want to hear everybody's views and ideas."

Jean started, "Like Eve said the day before yesterday, I have really enjoyed myself in a perverse and bizarre way. You probably realise now that the fuss I made about taking the tablet was faked to see how you would cope with it and for me to get punished further. I know I was the one to start snivelling whilst lying in that awful sodden nappy, but that was because I had entered into the spirit of the thing. Inside my mind, I really was a 14 year old girl being punished in that awful way and I created the feeling of helplessness, which a real one would have felt."

She took a deep breath, "Now I would like to repeat it again, as soon as possible, but more severely."

"Good God!" Jim looked across at Tessa and commented, "'More severely', and to think we were afraid we were overdoing it!"

"No" continued Jean, "you did it exactly right for a beginning. I only want it spiced up now that I have had the first taste. I take it that we will have group sessions, but also 'individual' sessions, when the group cannot get together?"

He nodded. "That is the plan, but, as we have already seen, 'the plan' seems to be changing all the time, and very quickly at that! This is all so new that we can do anything we like and ad lib as we go along, if necessary. In fact, it will probably be more fun if we don't try to write a script for the sessions, apart from a very general idea of what we want to do – a sort of outline."

Jean went on, "Well what I would like to do next, starting if possible either tonight or tomorrow, is the following outline scenario. As you have just said, it is a general guideline and I hope you would vary it and improve on it so as to surprise me. It would spoil it if I knew that such and such was going to happen next.

"I would be 14 again, a very spoilt, girl, whose rich mother is at the end of her tether and this is a privately-run 'House of Correction' for wayward girls. The idea is to punish them for their past misdeeds and to threaten them with a return visit, if they don't mend their ways drastically.

"I arrive in the evening and am hardly spoken to, which is very frightening in itself. I am put to bed, much like last night, but chained to the bed frame by a collar, and woken up early. I am then dressed in the school uniform, similar to that of a 30's housemaid's, and I have never been dressed in such drab things before.

"After a tasteless porridge breakfast, you explain that I am going to be worked as never before until I learn to better my ways and manners. You add that I will receive three strokes of the cane every half hour."

Tessa butted in, "But what is the incentive to work hard, if you are to be caned anyway?"

"That's easy. You bend me over and say, 'If I am satisfied with your efforts, you will get three like this' and then you give me three hard stingers through my knickers, 'but if I am not satisfied, then it will be three like this'. You then bare my bottom and give me three really hard strokes. I think any wayward girl, however tough she thinks she is, would get the message, don't you?

"I stop for lunch of more porridge and then continue scrubbing, polishing, or whatever you can dream up. At about six, you begin to get me ready for an early night, saying 'if you insist on acting like a young irresponsible baby, you will be treated like one'. You dress me nude in the plastic pinafore (good touch that) and produce the pill and a large dose of castor oil. I take the pill without fuss, but make a great deal about the oil. You feed it to me in small spoonfuls, to drag the process out, and I have to be put across your lap a number of times for a strapping, as I try to protest and refuse. By this time, my bum should be very much sorer than last time."

"Eventually, it is the rubber pants, nappy and the dummy. You put me to bed, as before, with the taste of oil still in my mouth. The early start should give me plenty of time to lie in my mess. At about 6 a.m. you come in and I think I am about to be released, but you put my ankles in a leg spreader, so that I can move about even less. My sore bum is firmly fixed on the soiled nappy, and you leave me there until about ten. Then you take me to the shower room and strip me. You make me kneel and rub my nose in my own shit. Then you tie my wrists over my head and drape the dirty nappy over it, covered by the dirty rubber pants to keep it in place.

You then leave me for another two hours, when you return to clean me up, using an icy cold shower. You dress me in my pinafore again and take me for another revolting meal and then make me wash out the nappy and pants. Afterwards, I'm dressed in a tight fitting leather, or rubber, suit with bristle-filled breast cups and a mask with eyeholes and a penis gag. You put me into a pair of boots, half a size too small, which will be very uncomfortable to stand in. I then stand looking at myself in a mirror, until about six, when the school day comes to an end."

"Wow!" said everybody. Jim and Tessa agreed that they could do most of that for her, starting on the next evening.

Eve then chipped in and said, "I was interested in the way that Jean took on her rôle, because I did exactly the same. In fact, when Tessa came in to check for the first time, two girls were crying and I was the other one, for exactly the same reason. I, too, was savouring how a real 14 year-old girl would be feeling and reacting. So, if Jean doesn't mind, I should like to join her at the reform school and have the same treatment.

"It might be even better with the two of us. For instance, on the first evening, when we haven't been forbidden to talk, we could lie collared on our beds wondering what might be going to happen to us and boasting about how tough we are and how we dealt with governesses and other 'authority figures'."

"I think that's a great idea and improvement," said Jean enthusiastically.

"Now I've got another one," said Tessa. "I want to be the third spoilt girl in Jim/Jane's tender care. I'm already getting a delicious tingle up my spine in anticipation at the thought of it all. In fact, I propose that we make it last two days, or maybe three."

"Great by me," said Eve.

"This gets better and better," added Jean.

"Anyone else?" asked Tessa.

"Yes, a change of subject" said Mary. "I wonder if we should think about general aspects of our new club and organise it a little, or else it could slew out of control. We don't need to write things in blood, but we could plan a little and then alter and develop as we go along.

"Incidentally, I am willing to do any donkey-work involved, but what I have in mind is something like this. Our main get-togethers will obviously be at weekends, starting on Friday evenings. Now we have just heard four of our members arrange a three-day-long reform school scenario, which starting on Tuesday evening will end on Friday. If Jean's wishes are met, I think she and the others will be rather sore by then and ready for a respite and so we need to bear that in mind when we plan the weekend's activities. For example, I don't think that they would be ready for another group school session on that weekend, do you?

"In general, I suggest we arrive sometime between three and six and have a little get-together with drinks, a sort of club meeting, starting at six to plan, etc. Ethel, for instance, might have her apron idea to show us. Then, once a week we could have a club meal and review how things were going. It would formalise the club, but, more importantly, help to prevent any foul-ups."

"Personally speaking, I think that's a very good idea," remarked Tessa.

"So do I" added Doris, "and I'm glad someone thought of it right at the beginning. A false start is something none of us need, when we are so enthusiastic. Now I want to make another suggestion. I love cooking, as some of your already know, and am told that I am very good, so I will offer to be the main cook for our club meals. How about that?"

Brenda answered for all of them. "I think that's another brilliant suggestion. Also, I think that we will all need to be completely honest with one another and know that we are solid friends against the rest of the world who do not share our ideas and views.

"And now that I have made my 'speech', my contribution is that I have certain ideas similar to Ethel's idea about the club apron and I would like to co-operate with her on the Club Logo idea and bring something in at the weekend."

They agreed to all the proposals and split up after their first Club session, all looking forward very much to the next weekend.

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When Ethel and Brenda arrived together at the Club, at about 4 p.m. the following Friday, their ring was answered by a uniformed Eve.

"Still in a housemaid's uniform at this time of day Eve? Shouldn't you be wearing your parlourmaid's one by now? And why do you have a number eight badge on your bib?"

"I'm not a housemaid" burbled Eve. "I'm still at the reform school."

Eve lifted her apron to show that she was not wearing a maid's dress, but a schoolgirl's gymslip.

"Miss Jane hasn't released us yet. The school deals with a maximum of twelve delinquents at a time and we each get a vacant number to wear and be known as. It depersonalises us, you see, and rubs in our new very minor status and lack of importance."

"How are you enjoying the school?" asked Brenda.

"Well, it's on two levels, of course. If I were really a 14 year-old schoolgirl, Miss Jane's treatment of us would have me screaming to go home to my mother, willing to promise her anything to cut the sentence short and I'd also promise anything so as not to come back. But as Eve, I've had a wonderful time. I've been punished in so many different ways and I shall probably need a cushion to sit on tonight; and the others will too!"

"You've been whipped as much, or as hard as that?" gasped Brenda.

"Oh yes! We found that the cellar is quite soundproof and Jane has had us down there strapped over a whipping block and thrashed us with a birch until we screamed our heads off. It was delicious!"

Just then, Jim's voice shouted, "Where on earth are you hiding yourself number eight? Do you want to pay another visit to the cellar?"

"Good God no", muttered Eve. "Well not just yet, anyway" she added with a grin. "See you later girls. I gotta go, or I shall have to eat standing up tonight."

"I'M COMING MISS JANE!"

She scuttled off and they found out that Mary had also spent some time at the Club during the past three days, getting the ideas sorted out and the beginnings of some order. Doris had arrived earlier and was happily busy in the kitchen in her cook's apron, with Mary now acting as her kitchen maid in the appropriate uniform.

At six, they gathered together for their first experimental meeting. The three reform girls, still in their school uniforms, were sitting on hard wooden chairs with loose cushions. Jim had on a long severe black dress with a tiny white apron and still carried a cane.

Surprisingly, neither Brenda nor Ethel had put on an apron.

"Right!" said Ethel. "I think it's my turn first, but what I really want to ask before that is about the Reform School. Are those cushions really necessary, or are they just a joke to have us on?"

"Stand up you three", snapped Jim, "and lower your knickers."

The girls jumped to obey and revealed that they were wearing very tight rubber knickers. The others gasped as these were lowered to their knees and revealed the inflamed sore bums, covered with cane weals and the broader marks of a strap.

"Well" asked Jim, "do they look like a joke to you?"

Nobody bothered to answer.

Jim then ordered, "Right! Pull them up again and back to your seats."

Again they jumped to obey with none of them wanting to be the last, showing how they had been conditioned by their treatment over the past three days. Before they were quite ready to sit down, since pulling up the rubber knickers needed to be done slowly and carefully, Jim collected the cushions and made them sit on the bare seats, which made them gasp as they gingerly lowered their sore bottoms on to the hard seats.

Tessa did protest, in a very polite way, as her tender bottom met the wood, "But Miss, you did promise us a break from sitting on the bare chair."

"And I keep my promises too, don't I? Haven't you just had a short break with the cushions?"

Ethel quickly decided to change the subject, in case any of the three protested further and collected some more strokes from the cane Jane/Jim was bending in a silent threat.

"I'm just going outside for a moment" she explained.

She came back a few minutes later, wearing her new club pinafore. It was bright yellow, with a large frill all round and wide frilly shoulder straps and a wide waistband which tied in a large bow. All these were in scarlet.

On the bib was a bright blue monogram:

M & M

Club

 

There was a mutter of general approval. They inspected it closely and found that the material was thick, stiff plastic. Not the cotton-backed kind, but the sort that would feel cold against the skin, if worn on a naked body.

 

"That's not all, said Ethel and left the room again.

This time, she was a little longer, and came back, minus apron, in a pleasantly styled royal blue frock, with M & M embroidered on her left breast, in red.

"My basic idea is that we wear both dress and apron at these sessions and during our club meals. The frock can be worn on the journey here, if you want, as no-one will know what the logo means, if they see it. For my part, I would wear it quite openly in summer. The plastic pinafores could be kept here in a cupboard and we could put them on as we arrive.

"If you don't agree, I shall wear it at home anyway, but if you do, I shall have another pinny at home to wear whilst doing the housework and cooking, to remind me of the club. I do have further ideas about his, but I need your reactions first."

"My initial reaction is that every suggestion we have had about the Club so far has been marvellous, but can we see you in both together, please?" was Jim's response.

Another surprise was that Brenda went out with Ethel and they both came back wearing the new Club Uniform of dress and apron. Everybody clapped their hands, and Tessa observed that the idea had obviously been carried unanimously.

Jim then said, "I like your idea about wearing the dress in public, but doesn't that rather leave me out in the cold, if we ever go out as a group, as I am certainly not going out cross-dressed?"

Everybody went "Ahh!"

Ethel said, "By no means would we leave you out. ' Jane' will get both dress and apron naturally, but Jim will get a blue monogrammed shirt and slacks in a darker blue. In fact, I am also thinking of separate blouses and skirts, in two shades for the girls. A sort of 'outdoor club uniform'. By the way, Brenda has been involved in a lot of this and, in fact, the embroidery is hers, but she has something else to show you."

It then turned out that Brenda owned a small jewellery business and had made broaches for Ethel and herself, consisting of a gold M & M picked out in their birthstones. This was intended to be pinned to ordinary clothes, if the wearer wanted to.

"I'm sorry, but I've not quite worked out what to do for Jim yet, unless he wears ties, when it would make a nice tie-pin. In any case, I now need to know all your birth dates for the appropriate stones."

"That's all very nice, but perhaps we can all go in to eat now, before my meal spoils," asked Doris.

'Miss Jane' released her 'pupils' from school and then all of them that needed to, put rubber or plastic pinafores on before sitting down to eat.

  

  

  

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