The M & M Club

by

Rob Willson

Chapter 8

 

Some months later, Jim was at home alone. A very rare thing. There was no M & M activity planned until the weekend and Tessa was away visiting her sister. This was now the third day on his own and he was unexpectedly enjoying himself.

He had been anticipating being at a loose end and, perhaps even feeling lonely, considering the way life had been so full up over the past few months, but it had not turned out that way at all, much to his surprise.

There had not been a uniform, or even an apron, in sight, the whole time he had been alone. He hadn't had much to do in the way of housework, because the girls, including himself, now kept 'The Club' spotless. He just did various minor things, much as he had done when he was still living by himself, and now, come the evening, he had eaten and cleared up after his meal, and was sitting quietly with a glass of his favourite wine.

He had finished the novel he had been reading and didn't feel like starting another. He had checked the TV programmes and concluded that there was nothing on worth watching. In fact, it was mostly 'repeats', or 'another chance to see'. He had seen some of them, not so very ago, and didn't consider any of them worth seeing again!

So, he just sat there comfortably, wondering what Tessa and various members of the Club might be doing. This led him into thinking generally about life before the Club, and even life 'before Tessa'.

He had definitely enjoyed the Club at the start, but knowing how things were beginning to turn out now, he could not help considering whether he wished Tessa had not suddenly 'pitch-forked' him in to meeting her friends, in the way that she had, which had led to the formation of the Club.

His first meeting with them had been an extremely embarrassing and humiliating one, indeed a nasty shock, but since they had joined in the activities, and particularly once he got the chance to cane and intimately fondle them, he had forgotten his initial embarrassment. However, he had noticed some subtle changes recently, which he supposed was inevitable with time, and some not so subtle.

The other girls were now taking a bigger part in running the Club, which was fair enough, but he was getting a bit wary about the fact that, as the only man, he was heavily outnumbered and felt a little bit sidelined at times. In particular, a number of times recently, and twice within the last three weeks, they had arranged for him to play the part of the Club male skivvy, without consulting him, while they had got on with their own agenda without him.

He had not even been a smartly uniformed maid, but simply an aproned male. A sort of henpecked 'group husband'. He had been curtly addressed as 'Skivvy' by everyone and they had ignored him except for issuing a constant stream of orders.

The first time it had been novel. The second time OK, because they were also entitled to their own fantasies, but the last couple of times had been worrying, especially as these occasions were becoming more frequent. At times, the club seemed to be veering off in new directions.

He took his thoughts further back in time. He was quite sure he did not prefer the life he had led before he met Tessa, the great love of his life, but he reflected on their lifestyle before they started playing their private S & M games, with each taking it in turn to be the other's maid.

At this point, he got up and refilled his glass. With the way his thoughts were going, he felt he needed the alcohol!

He kept turning the two questions over in his mind.

On the question of life before the Club, he was balancing 50/50. He just couldn't decide, but it was getting to be a close run thing.

On the matter of life of when it had been more 'normal' between Tessa and himself, pre-S & M days, he found himself keep seesawing between the two views, as he remembered various things and aspects on each side of the argument.

He had been content with their life, before their private games, and it had been Tessa who had initiated the idea of bringing a mild S & M element into their life. He had been rather reluctant about it himself.

In the beginning, he had gone along with the suggestion, mainly to keep her happy and had then begun to enjoy himself in a rather perverse way, especially when it was his turn to be the boss. That is until the day she suddenly announced that her friends were coming round for afternoon tea, after she already had him locked into a rubber maid's uniform and it was far too late for him to disagree, or even ask if they could discuss it first.

He got himself another drink.

He realised that he now had really serious problem. If he ended with a gloomy answer to either of the first two questions, he was then faced with the third question of what, if anything, he should do about the situation?

He knew, without any doubt, how he would have advised someone else with the same problems. "Get out, and get out now, fast!"

The problem was that this mythical 'someone' wasn't in love with Tessa as he was. But then, while he was still in love with the Tessa he used to know, he was not so sure about the Tessa she was fast becoming?

He remembered the way Tessa had so readily sided with the others about him becoming the 'club skivvy'. Not just 'readily', but enthusiastically. In fact, it was all a bit creepy! A bit like The Stepford Wives in reverse.

Jim had started this train of thought in a quite casual fashion, whilst he finished his first drink, but it had now turned into a very serious matter, which needed a decision. And soon! Today was Tuesday and Tessa planned to arrive home on Thursday to prepare for the Club's weekend activities.

He was now far too drowsy, and tipsy, to make such a final, life-changing decision without a good night's sleep and it was also too late to do anything about it now anyway. If he decided to leave, then he had all day tomorrow to do it, before her return.

Having made this small decision, he emptied his glass to go off to bed. He was surprised to see that the wine bottle was almost empty. He hoped he could rest, and that the alcohol would still the turmoil in his mind and help him to sleep, so that he would awake refreshed, ready for the decision-making the next day.

At that very moment, the door opened quietly and Tessa came into the room. The other six girls followed and lined up silently behind her.

"You see ladies? Our suspicions were correct. He is not aproned. We cannot trust him at all to uphold the ideas and principles of the Club, if we are not here to watch him."

She said harshly to Jim, "All your long trousers are immediately confiscated. You will mostly wear 'little-boy' shorts under a pinny in future, when you are not in a maid's uniform. And you will always be the servant and never again 'Sir' or 'Miss Jane'. From now on you will always be the Club Skivvy."

"If ever you have to be left on your own here again, all your male clothes will be locked away and you will be dressed only in bare skin and a lockable apron, my lad.

"Perhaps though, I think we'll also have you in a pair of rubber knickers to hide that ugly knobbly thing."

To 'the old Tessa', he would have immediately quipped something like, "But I thought you loved my ugly knobbly thing," but he didn't dare risk it with this new severe and bossy Tessa.

"And bare feet, so there's no chance of your running away!" added Eve.

"How about him always wearing a leather collar to remind him of his new lowly status?" suggested Jean.

"Good idea," said Brenda. "I can make an engraved metal plate to read 'M & M Skivvy', or 'Property of the M & M Club'.

"Why not one of each?" suggested Jean. "He wears the first when he is serving us and the second if we are away."

"I like that," added Mary. "Then if he does run away, it will identify him and we will get him returned to us."

At this thought, they forgot that they had been addressed as 'Ladies' and collapsed into howling with laughter like a bunch of schoolgirls.

Doris, their cook, then chipped in, talking direct to Jim.

"Mary usually acts as my kitchenmaid, but her job is really to prepare the vegetables and help with the cooking. I think we will both like the idea of having a permanent scullerymaid to do all the dirty, unpleasant jobs. Welcome to my kitchen, Dogsbody."

Ethel then said, "I like that name. I'll make him a new plastic Club Apron with 'Dogsbody' on the bib – in large letters."

Tessa now snapped at Jim, "On your feet and strip. This conduct calls for severe punishment."

Outnumbered, and a little bit drunk, he had no option but to obey.

They went into a huddle for a short discussion, and then they took him down to the basement. Naked and shivering, he stood there, rigidly 'at attention', as he watched their preparations for what was coming next. It wasn't really all that cold in the 'dungeon', but it felt chilly from the icy disapproving looks they were all giving him.

Eve came towards him with a very girlie, frilled pinafore in one hand, letting him see the two metal rings sewn into the waistband, and a collar and two small padlocks in the other.

"Come here and let me get you into these, Dogsbody, there's a good child. I'm terribly sorry that this collar doesn't have a name tag on it." She pretended to apologise gleefully, "but you see, this is all unplanned and if you had been in bed, or up and aproned, none of this would have happened."

("Well, not this evening," she added under her breath!)

"There is no point in putting you into rubber knickers this time, cos we will soon be pulling them down again," she added with a nasty snigger."

She locked the collar and apron on him and his heart sank as Tessa came back into the cellar carrying their most fearsome cane - a leather-covered whalebone riding crop.

Two of the girls brought the whipping block into the centre of the room, while two more spread a large rubber sheet on the floor and positioned a tiny cage, called 'little-ease' in the middle of it.

Jean was now holding a large bottle of castor oil and a big spoon.

It didn't need words to tell him what his punishment would be. He was going to get the flogging of his life, followed by an uncomfortable, sleepless night squashed in that cramped cage, whilst his bowels tried to deal with the effects of the oil. Or rather, while his body desperately, and hopelessly, tried not to react to it – hence the rubber sheet.

As they strapped him down onto the block, he thought in despair, "If only I had gone to bed earlier, instead of having that last glass of wine, I would have avoided all this AND got the answer to my problem too.

"My instincts to clear out were true ones, but I shall never get another chance, now that I am to be permanently locked into aprons and kept naked and barefoot."

It had been a carefully laid trap and yet he had been so close to avoiding it. If only he had gone to bed that one glass of wine earlier.

That 'last drink' would also possibly be the very last drop of alcohol in his life. There had obviously been a unanimous vote to demote him from his position as co-chairman of the M & M Club and to install him as permanent Club Skivvy.

Skivvies were never allowed to drink on duty and he didn't think he was going to be given any time 'off-duty' ever again!

"Right, ladies," said Tessa, flexing the crop threateningly. "A dozen each, I think, for Dogsbody. Make each stroke tell as hard as you can and take your time. Nobody is going anywhere, least of all young Jimmy here." She patted his head.

She added, "Lets make it two lots of six each to give our arms a chance to rest in between. We mustn't give 'short change'!"

This sparked off another bout of girlish giggling.

"As Chairwoman of the club, I will take the first six and reserve the right to the last six, OK? I intend to make that last six on his sore botty really memorable ones. I think somebody should get the smelling salts ready. It's very likely they will be needed! Also a gag."

"Why a gag?" asked Doris. "We've proved that nobody can hear the sounds from outside in the street?"

"I'm not worried about how much yelling and wailing he does, in fact, the more the merrier, as far as I'm concerned. The gag is to make sure he doesn't bite his tongue off. Now how would we explain that at the hospital – and to the police – together with the state his bum will be in?

"Let's compromise by making it a ring gag. That will save his tongue, but will let us hear him holler."

Jim tried to shut his mind to the thought of 84 full-blooded strokes from the dreaded whalebone switch and the strokes began to fall and he began to scream through the ring gag.

He had had hard strokes before during their games, but this was no longer a game, this was a real punishment flogging. It seemed to go on forever as they each slowly took a turn with the crop. Then it was finally the last six from Tessa, which, as she had promised, were really strokes to remember on his very sore buttocks.

He lay limp, still strapped tightly to the block, sobbing his heart out. His arse seemed to be completely on fire, with every square inch covered by a weal, and his throat felt red raw from the screams that had been forced out of him.

Tessa stepped back from the block, still swishing the crop, as though she wanted to give him some more.

"Well girls. I think we have one very sorrowful sissy skivvy here with a very, very sore botty. Let's leave him strapped here for an hour or so, whilst he contemplates his future and, particularly, his future conduct."

They all followed her out, with the exception of Eve. She came up to him and gently unstrapped the gag and he stretched his jaw thankfully.

"Thanks Eve," he croaked.

"MISS EVE to you, skivvy."

"Thank you Miss Eve," he croaked again painfully.

She then brought him a glass of clear liquid with a straw, so that he could drink from it from his confined position.

He hesitated doubtfully, wondering if this was another stage of the punishment, whilst remembering some of the foul tasting things of the past few weeks. Eve assured him that it was only cool water.

His throat needed some liquid, so he gave a tentative suck on the straw, and found that she had been telling the truth. He drank as much as he needed and then said, more easily this time, "Thank you very much for the water Miss."

"Right now. I'll be back with the others later to dose you and put you into the cage for the night."

He lay on his front, still strapped to the whipping block, trying to come to terms with what had happened. He was also wondering what he should do if they released him and then one of the girls maliciously ordered him to sit down on a hard chair.

Sitting on anything at all would be a very painful experience for a number of days, possibly even for a complete week, but refusing to obey a direct order would immediately lead to another painful session over the block. Even an ordinary light cane would be almost unbearable after this recent punishment. At this moment, he didn't know what he would do about sitting down.

One thing he definitely KNEW was that he would never ever again risk being caught not wearing an apron. He hadn't quite realised it yet, but he had been fully broken in as a completely subservient skivvy, who would obey the slightest order from any of the ladies.

If only he had not had that last drink!

If only he had made several different decisions in the past!

"If only!" Probably the shortest 'sad phrase' in the English language!

 

Dogsbody's Future.

 

 

THE END

  

  

  

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