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Chapter 1.
Peter had been home from his Fantasy Holiday for a short while and had spent a lot of time daydreaming about it. It was lucky he was young, rich, and self-employed, but then, if he were not rich, he would not have been able to afford such a holiday in the first place.
For anyone who has seen the film ˜West World, you will soon recognize the type of holiday resort. In the film, the resort planet had a number of theme zones. West World, Roman World and Medieval World, for example. There were three groups of people there. The Management, who ran and organized the resort, the guests on holiday, and the local characters played by robots. These robots could be abused, or even killed, with impunity and then repaired overnight to re-appear the next day.
Nobody who has seen the film would ever forget Yul Brinner as the robot gunslinger who runs amuck, starts killing guests, and eventually brings the whole place down.
There were no robots at Fantasy Holidays. There was the Management running the place, Staff running the scenarios, the guests and a fourth group who were slaves.
Yes, slaves were legal at this autonomous resort. Guests were protected and guaranteed that they would not be taken as slaves themselves!
They also had a Domestic World (for fantasies) a Real World (where you could see how your ideas would play out in a non-sexual real setting) and, surprisingly a Luxury Holiday World, where you could get guaranteed fine weather and be pampered by hordes of servants. However, Peter had chosen Domestic World. Here you could sample ordinary life at different periods in history “ and, perhaps, also little bit extraordinary in the same setting.
This sounds a rather odd sort of holiday location, but it gave bossy people a chance to sample a life where they could really throw their weight around with impunity (a Victorian housekeeper with servants to bully, for example) and those with a submissive, or slightly masochistic, tendency to sample the period as an ˜underdog.
However, out and out masochists were catered for as becoming an inmate in Real World, or as a slave in Luxury World.
At the beginning of the holiday, you were interviewed whilst drugged and this revealed what you really sub-consciously wanted to do, or be, with some surprising and unexpected results. You could also specify limits about what could or could not be done to you. As a submissive, you could set your own limits about how far you were willing to be mistreated.
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One day, his daydreams were interrupted by a special delivery of two large trunks, marked in large red letters, "PERSONAL AND CONFIDENTIAL". This sort of marking is usual with official looking envelopes, but it is not very usual on ˜parcels.
Although clearly addressed to him, the boxes were completely anonymous, but each had an impressive combination lock. He then remembered being given a special number before he left the holiday resort and told to keep it safe for future use. At the time, he had wondered what it all meant, but now he guessed it was the code to open his boxes and it did. He opened the box marked No. 1.
Inside were some numbered packages and a covering letter. This told him that the parcel was from Fantasy Holidays Co. and enclosed a number of mementos of his recent holiday, which they hoped he had enjoyed very much. They added that they hoped to see him again soon, when he could repeat what he had done the first time round, have entirely new experiences, or a mixture of both.
They advised him that the best way to enjoy the mementos was to open the packages in order and fully explore each one, before touching the next. Finally, they added that the second box contained souvenirs of the holiday.
As he opened the first package, he wondered what the difference between ˜mementos and ˜souvenirs might be.
He found himself holding a 3-hour Blu-Ray disc and a large stiff envelope, obviously containing photos. He had still not really stopped to think what the photos and disk would be about, so it was quite a shock when he looked at the first large glossy colored photo and recognized himself dressed in the starched uniform of a housemaid. The surprise, almost shock, of it brought the memories of his first morning of the holiday flooding back.
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He had woken up in a very sparse bedroom, quite unlike the luxury hotel room he had gone to sleep in. He had just about adjusted to the fact that his Fantasy Holiday must be beginning (although he was a bit hazy about when or where he had specified his fantasy), when the door opened suddenly and two smartly, but severely, uniformed housemaids entered.
"Come on, its time you were up and dressed", one of them snapped, as she thrust a matching uniform at Peter.
"They will be here very soon to start your training and you will be punished if you are not ready, so I advise you to hurry up."
At this point, as he became fully awake, he realized that he was lying on a rubber covered mattress stark naked. There was no top sheet to cover himself with and he tried to cup his hands over his exposed male genitalia, his eyes darted around the room as he could feel the two women stealing glances at his privates, however knew almost instinctively that there would be no other clothes in the room. He had made a token effort of objecting to wearing the uniform, but then, of course, his fantasy was that he had been forced into the position of housemaid so it was really with a small thrill that he had put on the baby blue and white striped dress and the starched apron, smoothed it down and examined his reflection in the large wall mirror.
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All this had come back at the instant of seeing himself in the uniform, but the second photo had obviously been taken much later in the day, because, apart from the fact that it was indubitably his face, the picture showed a very tired, resigned, downtrodden housemaid humbly awaiting her next order.
Peter took several deep breaths as he realized he had a very prominent erection. He slowly turned to the next photo. This showed him standing between the other two maids, all three standing quietly with their eyes lowered submissively (their high, tight, stiff celluloid collars holding their capped heads upright) and their hands clasped in front of them. Three peas from the same pod.
Standing to one side and slightly back from them was the figure of the Head Housemaid, wearing a simple blue-grey uniform dress and flexing a thin light cane.
The sight of this reminded Peter of the introductory talk, when it was explained that some people who had never been beaten before might like to try the experience in one of their holiday scenarios. But, to prevent it being a too unpleasant experience, in case they found they did not enjoy being caned, only a very light ˜pleasure cane would be used.
(Also sometimes called a ˜fun cane, it was often used by lovers who like to do ˜pretend beatings of each other with only a pleasant tingling feeling and no resulting damage.)
Several of these canes were passed round, so that people could see that they did not hurt much. Most of those there took a cane and gave themselves several experimental taps on their pants and skirts, to convince themselves that it might indeed be fun to ˜go back to school on one of their days.
As they later found out, the reality was quite different between their experimental taps and a full-blooded whack from a so-called ˜pleasure cane delivered by an irate governess, or cruel babysitter, on the tightly-stretched skin of their bottoms, with them strapped down on to a whipping block.
In any case, the canes were also designed for repeated punishments and when, towards the evening, the order came to ˜turn up your skirt, drop your panties and touch your toes, yet another caning on a very sore, welted ass was not a light matter.
The next photo showed Peter practicing a servants curtsy. He remembered that session very well.
The next was of him scrubbing the floor and the shine on the garment reminded him that his short cotton apron had now been replaced by an identical pink plastic one.
The next was the one that he had unconsciously been waiting for and dreading. It showed him strapped down on the whipping block for the first time. The straps round his waist and his thighs held his naked buttocks immobile, ready for the cane. He remembered vividly waiting for the first ˜love tap that wasn't! The stroke stung badly and, at that point, he had another 11 to come in his first punishment.
The next photo showed the cane landing on his flesh for the first time and the next picture had caught the surprise, embarrassment, and pain on his face. The last in this mini-series showed a view of his striped, discolored buttocks, as he curtseyed his ˜thanks to the Head Housemaid
How did he know it was the first of the many beatings he had received that day? Simple. For his ˜initiation, the Head Housemaid had him stripped and then put back into a black rubber ˜punishment apron, before he was strapped down. For subsequent canings, she had simply pinned back his skirt and petticoat, after making him lower his panties.
The next had him scrubbing the floor again and when he compared this with the previous snap of him scrubbing, there was a subtle difference that he could not quite pinpoint.
There followed a number of snaps of him scrubbing, polishing, fetching and carrying, and of him being punished again and again for being ˜naughty, disobedient and idle, according to his supervisor. One showed him sitting very despondently in the uncomfortable stocks and another a close-up of his face when he had yelled as the cane had caught a particularly tender spot.
The photos ended with shots of a now very tired, but humble and obedient maid and the very last of him asleep on his face back on his rubber-sheeted bed,
Now to the video. He knew, before switching it on, that he was about to see and hear vivid memories of that first day of his ˜different holiday.
Chapter 2
At first, Peter could not understand the point of both stills and video covering the same ground, but as he began to watch the video, he realized that his recollections from the photos had been from his own standpoint, whilst the video reminded him of his feelings and attitudes at the time. He could now also see the situations from a third party view and hear other peoples comments.
He later also realized that much of the ˜action had been very static with, for example, him waiting for something to happen, or wondering what something would be like, and this would be a waste of video time. Much of the ˜pleasure of a scenario often came from the persons thoughts and apprehension of the humiliation or pain to come. A little boy, waiting for a diaper to be taped on him in front of a group of giggling girls, would probably suffer more from the anticipation of the fact than from the act itself and this memory could be adequately conjured up from a still photo.
As he worked his way through the videos, he recognized a pattern in that the first part of his day, possibly up to the end of the first hour, would be covered in full and then, when the scene had been set; the rest of the day was highlighted.
Now back to the first video.
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He saw himself wake up and then saw the look of alarm, embarrassment, and surprise on his face, when the two maids came into his room. He remembered his feelings as he had reluctantly put the uniform on, but could now watch the expressions on his face and those on the other participants faces (which he hadn't been able to notice, or see, at the time), as they took part in the scene.
The ˜Housekeeper had entered and told him he was now a housemaid, called DORIS and introduced the Head Housemaid to him, who would train him in his duties. She pointed out that he could be punished, if it were thought to be necessary, and that the Head Housemaid had authority to give him up to six strokes of the cane on any occasion that he deserved it.
The Head Housemaid was in her mid 30s, had long brunette locks and dazzling blue eyes with long dark lashes, her high cheek bones and rose colored lips were made up with skilled perfection, while the Housekeeper was shoulder length auburn with green eyes in a very expensive wool designer dress colored grey and red cut to mid-thigh with heels that allowed her to tower over those in the room.
The two of them left the room for a moment and Peter started to relax. "Don't move Doris", hissed the maid on his left. "She will be back in a moment and she is very handy with that cane and she enjoys using it."
After she returned, the Head Housemaid had said very abruptly, "You will address me as ˜Miss and I will now tell you the fact of your training, as opposed to the theory you have just heard. Since I am only allowed to use this cane on you", she unhooked it from her belt and swished it in the air.
"I see no point in ever giving you fewer than six strokes and the way I work is as follows. If I think you are a lazy slut, I will give you six for being lazy. If you are an insubordinate lazy slut, that will earn you twelve. In other words, you can forget about two strokes for this and three for that; expect to be well thrashed every time you dont meet my standards.
"Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Miss", Doris answered.
"Right! Now we will teach you the proper way to answer that, and any other question." She turned to the maid on Peters right and asked, "Did I make myself clear, Mandy?"
The maid kept her mouth shut and dipped a small curtsy.
"Now how do you answer if you havent understood?"
Mandy curtseyed again and said, "I am very sorry Miss, but I did not understand and humbly beg you to repeat the instruction", followed by another curtsy. As the maid spoke for the first time, Peter realized the quiver in her voice.
"Now do YOU understand Doris?" the Head Housemaid snapped at Peter. He was just about to murmur, "Yes, Miss", but remembered in time to attempt a small curtsy instead.
"Good!"
The Head Housemaid spent the next half-hour parading Peter up and down, ˜letting him get used to his thigh-length skirt and medium-heeled shoes and how to curtsy in them. By the end of the session, which seemed to him to occupy all morning and not just half an hour, he could be reasonably certain of answering with a creditable curtsy, instead of speaking. Several times, he had expected his trainer to unhook her cane, when he accidently and embarrassingly let his skirt ride a little too high giving peeks to everyone, but she only shouted at him and he began to believe that all the talk about ˜thrashing was nothing but talk. And there he fell into the carefully prepared trap that she had set.
His next lesson was on how to scrub a floor. One of the maids demonstrated and then they changed his starched cotton apron for a shiny white plastic one and left him with a long corridor to scrub clean. He began to do it in a rather desultory fashion, feeling a bit let down by his fantasy, and tried to think what it must have been like for a real housemaid to scrub, knowing that she had no option but to do it thoroughly. He continued to scrub half-heartedly for about 15 minutes. (The video did not show the whole of this period, but indicated the lapsed time by an inserted clock.)
Watching the uniformed figure, he could see how half-hearted the maid was working and he distinctly remembered thinking at the time how bored he was getting and wondering when the fantasy would move on to something else.
At that point, he heard the head housemaids voice on the soundtrack say, "look at the impudent lazy cow. She is not putting her back into it at all, its time we taught her a lesson."
He watched as the three figures came down the corridor and he was jerked to his feet by his fellow maids. The Head Housemaid slapped his face from both sides. Have you forgotten already what insubordinate lazy sluts get? Just in case you have, it is twelve strokes of the cane. Bring her!"
He was quickly hustled into a room at the end of the corridor, which had a whipping block in the center. "Strip her!" Hardly before he realized it, he was naked and a thin black rubber ˜punishment apron was tied on and then he was strapped face down, with his naked bottom feeling very vulnerable and flushed, his heart was pounding at the speed this all occurred in.
"You count the strokes Brittney".
He heard the sound of the cane being swished through the air a couple of times and then came the first cut. He had been expecting a mild pleasant tingling sensation and was surprised at just how much it had stung and how he and the others had been conned with the talk of ˜pleasure canes. As the whipping progressed, and the strokes began to overlay, he wondered how much more a caning with a ˜real cane would hurt! For the last three of his punishment, he was yelling his head off like any naughty child being whipped for wetting their pants.
As it neared the end, he also admitted that, given the scenario, he had well earned the thrashing and had been justly punished. Back on his feet, he was instructed on how to thank his tormentor for punishing him. Curtseying, he murmured the prescribed formula and he was then left wearing the rubber apron alone and was told. "Now you go back to the beginning of your task and start all over again". This time he scrubbed as though his life depended on his doing the job properly and he realized he now had the answer to his question of how a housemaid would feel. As Peter watched this part of the video, he understood the subtle difference between the two stills. The first showed make-believe scrubbing and the second the real thing
The stills had brought back all the memories of how he had felt during the caning, but, listening and seeing it stroke by stroke was far more vivid and, when he re-played this sequence, he also watched the other people in the room. The two maids looked faintly sorry for him, but obviously felt that he deserved his punishment, but the really interesting and unexpected thing was the expression on the Head Housemaids face. It was obvious that she was really enjoying her part in it and that she intended this to be only a beginning.
He spent the next two hours scrubbing the corridor very thoroughly indeed, as he thought, but his best was not good enough for his teacher, and he was punished several more times. He found it very humiliating to stand meekly, with his hand outstretched like a naughty schoolgirl, while she caned, or strapped, it and he found that the repeated canings on his hands, which were becoming quite numb and sore, did not help with using the scrubbing brush effectively. Two hours later, he was finished after a fashion. His hands ached, his bottom was very sore, and his shoulders, neck, back and knees were also badly affected by the long period of unaccustomed physical work.
The Head Housemaid said, "Well, I am not really satisfied with the result, but we cannot spend any more time on scrubbing floors, because you have many more things to learn today. If we had more time I would make you do it all again not wearing anything at all, but instead, you can have another six on your ass and then you can all break for a meal. But I have to warn you that if you dont buck your ideas up you are going to be a very sad maid by tonight!
"Remember that this is the starting point for next time and I will expect a big improvement in your scrubbing."
So, with another six welts on his buttocks, he joined the other two maids round a table in a small room. A kitchen maid brought in three large soup plates and ladled them full from a tureen. Peter was ravenous and he remembered that there had been no time for breakfast, but lost his appetite at the sight of the revolting mess on his plate.
It seemed to be a mixture of rice, semolina, tapioca, macaroni and spaghetti, none of which he liked at all. It was a nasty looking barely-warm glutinous mess, with a taste to match.
He looked at his fellow maids, but they did not seem at all surprised by their meal and were both eating very quickly. (They were well aware that it was far worse when it got cold and it was well on the way to that state before it reached them.)
Peter said, "Yuck! I cant eat that revolting stuff, as hungry as I am, and Im not even going to try".
They exchanged glances and then the Mandy got up and left the room. She was soon back with the Head Housemaid, who said, "Whats this Mandy tells me about you not wanting your dinner Doris?"
Peter answered, "That muck is not fit to eat and I wont touch it. Apart from the main mess, I just cannot stand eating this mess at any price. I would rather go hungry to the next meal."
He saw his companions exchange glances and wondered if the Head Housemaid was about to explode and haul him off to the public whipping block, but his stomach was heaving so much that he didn't really care.
Instead, she simply said, "Well, if you dont want to eat, I can find you another job." and he found himself with his thin black rubber apron back on scrubbing out lots of burnt dirty pans in the kitchen sink. When the allocated mealtime was over, the Head Housemaid told him, "Ive spoken to the Housekeeper and she has ruled that scrubbing a few dirty pans is not sufficient punishment for refusing to eat a perfectly good meal. So you are to receive six strokes of the medium cane on each hand and twelve on the buttocks, followed by a period of reflection in the stocks.
After being thrashed, he was sat completely naked on a narrow hard wooden bench with his ankles enclosed in holes in another bar of wood. This bar was raised above the level of the seat, so that he was tilted back slightly in a ˜spread eagle fashion. It was so uncomfortable to sit like this that he had to rest some of his weight with his hands on yet another bar behind and below the seat. The wall facing him was his reflection and the Head Housemaid remarked that it was also a one-way mirror to the Tops break room. She went on to explain that many boys and girls have many different submissive fantasies on the island and that if you wanted to be a sadistic school teacher who forces his female students to masturbate in class then you would use the slaves that the island provided to you, but no slaves could be dominate so the staff hired many different types of people, from angry feminist, to an entire class of giggling school girls, anything a persons fantasy may need; these people were called the Tops and were the same as the Head Housemaid and the stunning Housekeeper, they may all have different roles and skills, but they were all staff and in control of the bottoms or what was also the submissive guests. Ill let your mind run wild as to who is pointing and laughing at you right now and that if he fidgeted too much, someone would come in and do this. ˜This was several whacks on the soles of his feet with the cane.
She glanced up at a digital clock on the wall and said, "You will have at least half an hour to reflect on how naughty and disobedient you have been so far today and to consider what answers you will give to the Housekeeper when she comes to see you."
Each time something had happened, he had thought his misery could not get worse, but it was very very uncomfortable in the stocks and once he felt a new low, two college aged girls wearing sorority shirts and tight white shorts walked out the door and laughed at him and gave him six strokes with the strap, and snapped at him, "Stop fidgeting!" One of the girls shouted as they started taking pictures of him on their phones and giggling. awww, being naughty isnt fun is it wittle baby? the blonde girl said, they proceeded to taunt and tease him for the next 10 mins, spending a large amount of time making him admit how small his penis was. Eventually they said they hoped to see him again around the island and went out again as he was close to tears.
After about 35 minutes, the door suddenly opened and the Housekeeper came in with Mandy.
"Ive decided that we cant waste good food and that you must eat something. MUCK indeed!"
She had a large red rubber apron on over her dress, and Mandy tied a large pink plastic bib round his neck and strapped his wrists together behind him. The Housekeeper then angrily sat on a small stool and proceeded to feed him spoonfuls of the meal he had earlier refused, but, if he had thought it revolting when he first saw it, it was far worse now that it was cold and congealed from being kept in a refrigerator.
He tried to fight against eating, but they just pinched his nose and stuffed the spoonfuls in his mouth. When he gagged on the pieces of fat and tried to bring them up, they simply scraped them off his bib and chin and stuffed them back in again. In one case, when he had managed to spit a large piece out, the maid scraped it off the floor and just popped it back into his mouth as the Housekeeper squeezed his nose and he gasped for breath.
When the bowl was finally empty, the Housekeeper had smiled and said, "You can now sit there for another half hour and think about whether you will refuse future meals, but before that".
She had then turned him over her rubber covered lap and thoroughly thrashed him again with a hard wooden paddle
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Peter re-ran this scene again and watched their faces this time, as they enjoyed his discomfiture.
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He was finally released and set to work again. He polished furniture and floors, cleaned windows and carpets and, finally, carried a large pile of bricks, a few at a time on panniers and a milkmaids yoke from A to B, was beaten again for stacking them untidily, and then carried them back to point A.
During this period, all pretence about a maximum of six strokes of the cane was completely abandoned. Once he was given a choice of five strapped down on the public block in front of others, or a private ten, if he stripped naked meekly bent over and grasped his ankles and said Im a lazy slut after each hit. He chose the ten. By this time, he was so browbeaten and tired that he co-operated immediately with every order and suggestion. This was obviously the period from which the first photo he had seen had been taken.
Finally, at 6 PM, the days session finished and Brittney took a very tired and aching Doris back to her ˜cell, where his own clothes were neatly folded and he changed back into being Peter. At this point, Brittney began to call him ˜Sir. As he changed, he found that she was willing to chat and give information. "Why do you stand it?" he asked, "surely there are better jobs available, whatever they pay you?"
She laughed and said, "Oh, I never realized you didnt know, Sir. The ladies who played the Housekeeper and Head Housemaid are staff members, but the fact is that Mandy and I are slaves and have no option".
"You are joking", said Peter, "slavery is not legal he had wanted to say that since he heard it.
"I wish that were true", she murmured, "but this place is autonomous and its very much legal here. The staff here is a mixture of management, employees, and slaves, but all the menials are usually slaves, except in very special circumstances."
"I understand a lot more now", said Peter "I couldnt understand why you put up with the awful food and that very severe beating she gave you and Mandy. That was a ˜real cane, wasnt it? It looked as though it hurt a lot."
"Yes to both questions. It was a real cane and it hurt like hell and do you know what we had done to deserve it? Nothing at all. She was just frustrated at not being able to use it on you and decided to take her temper out on us. That ˜awful food, by the way, is known as Slave Mix No. 1 and we have it quite often.
"By the way, Sir, you will have already noticed that it doesnt really matter what you do in a scenario, because they will have you one way or the other. For example, you were once caned for being saucy and the next time you were baited you held your tongue and were caned for ˜dumb insolence. However, occasionally, a guest makes a bad mistake and Im afraid you made a very bad one over the food. Fancy telling her that you wouldnt eat fat at any price. I think you are going to become quite familiar with Slave Mix No. 1 by the time you leave. Incidentally, it is slightly more edible when it is warm (we never get it hot!), but I somehow dont think you will get much choice in the matter in future.
"They put vitamins and minerals into it, in order to keep both clients and slaves healthy, but they also add ingredient X, which gives it that extra unpleasant after-taste, which lingered on for about two hours."
"Oh my God!" said Peter, "I do wish I could turn the clock back".
"Well you cant", she replied, "but I think you will remember to be more careful in the future".
"Another question I want to ask is about the cane she used on me. The so-called pleasure cane. It surely isnt the same as these light canes they showed us in reception is it?"
"Actually, they are identical, Sir. The Management do not lie to their customers ever, although they may not always tell you the whole truth at the beginning."
"That cant be true. Those canes they showed us in reception would never have stung like that!"
Brittney smiled again, "I assure you that they are identical, but have you considered the fact that our canes are left overnight in a tub of water and that those in reception are bone dry and that might just have something to do with it? In fact, the water treatment upgrades them altogether, but they are still some way short of being a real cane, but I expect you will experience the difference before you leave us."
By this time, they had reached his ˜hotel room.
"May I suggest you bath and rest until I come to collect you at 7.30 for your evening meal and a social evening with your fellow holiday-maker guests. I get a short break for a meal now. I do hope it is more edible than my last one", she smiled wryly to remind him that she had had to eat the same muck that he had objected to so strongly. "I shall be a waitress at your meal this evening and I shall then have to help wash up before my day is finished."
Peter asked, "Is it OK for you to answer my questions like this? You wont get into trouble because of anything you have just told me will you?"
"Oh no, Sir. All slaves are aware of what we can tell at any time and what we may not and, since we may be listened to at any time, no slave is going to risk the punishment that follows. Anyway, I must go now, Sir, but, if you think of any other questions I might be allowed to answer, then you can ask me after tomorrows session."
At the meal, he found there were 20 people in his holiday group. They sat at four tables with a Management Representative at each table. Brittney was the waitress for Peters table, and she was wearing a uniform which was a cross between a frilly French Maid and that of a cocktail waitress, every so often her tight white panties would become visible to everyone.
"Ive noticed you keep glancing at my uniform, Sir. Do you think it is attractive and sexy?"
"Rather", said Peter.
"Well, if Ive noticed you looking, then I am sure Management have as well, so I think you can expect to be wearing a similar, but more garish, version in public very soon."
"Oh no!" gasped Peter.
"Oh yes!" chorused the staff member and Brittney.
Because it was the first evening, conversation, especially about each persons activities, was a bit restrained. However, during coffee, he found himself with an attractive young woman, Helen, whom he remembered talking to the evening before, when they had tentatively tried out and joked about the so-called ˜fun canes. Helen was cute and thin with smaller breasts and dark hair that came down in soft, light curls that complemented her soothing green eyes. She wore a sleek and shiny dinner dress with green ribbon tied in her hair with heels that gave her some needed height.
Peter repeated what Brittney had told him about the canes being soaked in water.
"That explains a lot", said Helen, "I almost jumped out of my skin the first time it landed on me. It stung so! I have been told that they give you a harder time in the first few sessions and then ease off a bit, but Ill believe that rumor when it happens. Also, that there will be group sessions, so I imagine there will be less shyness about talking tomorrow evening. But lets make a bargain. Ill tell you about my day, if you promise to tell me about yours."
"Done", agreed Peter, "but you might not believe me!"
"Well, it seems that there is a session, when we first arrive, when we are interviewed under a mixture of drugs and hypnosis and they find out what we really want to experience and what really turns us on. They also put certain suggestions and ideas into the interview, in case there are things we would like, but dont realize, so it seems we could all be in for some surprises.
"They must have come across a childhood episode when I was fascinated by some R-rated movie I saw when I was very young and wondered what it would have been like to have been a slave girl, and that is what I experienced today!"
"You dont mean you spent the working in a plantation, or something like that, do you?" Peter asked.
"No, of course not. I was a domestic servant, called Bessie, and spent the whole day being a household drudge for a very hard-to-please, mistress, who hated young pretty slave girls and enjoyed humiliating and punishing them and generally making their lives a horrible misery. Now what did you do?"
"After what you have just said, I dont think you are going to believe me", said Peter.
"Now you are not going back on your promise to tell me are you?"
"No, its not that, but I spent a very similar day to you, training as a housemaid under a very strict and demanding Head Housemaid"
"Youre kidding me" she gasped.
"I assure you I am not. I was a housemaid in a starched cap and apron, thats when I wasnt wearing a rubber or pink plastic one, and my trainer had a cane, and an attitude, like your mistress did,"
Helen let out a little giggle "Im still finding it hard to adjust to the idea. You see I didnt really expect a man to be fantasizing as a female domestic servant."
Peter caught the eye of the woman who had been the ˜housekeeper and said, "We are swapping stories of what happened to both of us today and I would like you to confirm to Helen what I did in my scenario".
She smiled and said, "If you wait a moment, I can do better than that". Less than five minutes later, she returned with two envelopes and gave them one each.
Peter opened his and saw a very chastened Helen/Bessie, in a short black dress with white cap and apron, rubbing her buttocks with tears running down her red face, while a severe-looking woman brandished a cane and appeared to be lecturing her.
Helen gave a half gasp, half giggle and then passed over her photo with her blushing furiously. Next was his it showed a forlorn Peter/Doris in his housemaids uniform, with an equally tear-stained face, holding a bucket in one hand and a scrubbing brush in the other, curtseying to the Head Housemaid, who was lecturing him with a very self-satisfied smirk on her face.
"Now you see why I thought you wouldnt believe me, after telling me your story. If it werent for our faces, the pictures would look really authentic, wouldnt they?" he asked.
Helen replied. "I can only say that I had just received a very authentic thrashing on my authentic bare bum from that authentic cane and it had hurt very much and she is threatening me with a lot more if I didnt work a lot harder".
"Yes, in that sense I agree, because, in my picture, I have scrubbed a very long authentic corridor for the second time, after making a hash of it the first time round and having had twelve authentic hard strokes from her cane, whilst wearing nothing but a rubber punishment apron". He had to explain that a black rubber apron was worn during an official punishment.
Helen then said, "It also looks as though your uniform was more uncomfortable than the clothes I had to wear. That high, tight collar looks very uncomfortable." She reached forward and lifted his chin. "Oh, yes, you still have the mark there." She giggled and added, "By the way we have both been wriggling on our chairs, so I expect we have a number of marks on another places, as well!" she said with her eyes quickly glancing down to his crotch.
Peter said, "It isnt only the things you see which were uncomfortable. Underneath I am wearing a very tight rubber roll-on girdle, which I am sure was much tighter than would have really been worn in those days."
"Well, at least that saved you from some force of the cane, didnt it?" asked Helen. "Not if you consider that what can be rolled on can easily be rolled up", retorted Peter.
The ˜housekeeper had been listening to their remarks and said, "If you think that sort of thing is the pinnacle of discomfort, just wait until you have done a days work as a Victorian, maid in a tight corset and boots, also with a high collar. You see, the corset, like the rubber girdle, isnt meant to be comfortable. They are intended to make you look smart and attractive in your uniform. Your comfort doesnt come into it at all.
In fact, you might have such a pleasure to look forward to tomorrow, because both of you are going to be schoolchildren and I shall be the school mistress, which means I shall be wearing a tight corset all day long."
"Shall I have to wear one too?" asked Helen.
"Oh no, dear. You are to be teenaged children and you will be too young to wear such a thing, but you may well be wearing other things that perhaps you might not like!" she added mysteriously.
Peter said to the ˜teacher, "At least you can look forward to getting it off in time for the evening meal, cant you?"
"Im afraid not", she corrected him, "You see that from tomorrow we always wear our costumes to the evening meal and, sometimes, the days events are continued into the meal, so you will both probably be wearing your school uniforms to the meal tomorrow,"
"But surely schoolboys didnt wear skirts, did they?" asked Peter.
"Generally not, I suppose, but the Victorian punishment system we want were great ones for punishing by ridicule and humiliation, so you cant really rule that out
"Well, we can make any rules we like for our school, partly because it is a fantasy school and partly because it is not a school for teaching children, but for reforming them. Your parents have sent you to us because you are unruly, so we treat you in such a way that you will behave in future rather than risk being sent back again.
"The second point is that, who said you were going to be a schoolboy tomorrow? After your excellent showing as a housemaid today, you are more likely to be a girl, but, in any case, I can safely predict that, in either case, you will be wearing a school plaid skirt tomorrow evening. And now it is time for bed for both of you".
As a parting shot, Helen said, "And I can fairly safely predict that we are all going to bed with very sore bums every night for the rest of our time here!"
"Oh no, thats not true", replied the ˜teacher, "because some nights you may not get to bed at all! Now sleep well and Ill see you tomorrow in school."
