Reorientation Centre Part 2

The second half of this epic saga from Uniform Girls 35

5. Janet on the Table

Janet kept her head down. Assiduously brushing up leaves that the overnight storm had sent tumbling from nearby trees onto the paved surround of the pool. Her head down, illogically hoping thereby to escape notice. From Mr Shinly. Mr Shinly who a little earlier had had the other two girls out here. Nude on this cold, windy morning. Running round the pool at the double, and then… simply pushing them in. In that icy water. Janet felt quite faint at the thought of it. Because of one thing… what was to stop him doing the same to her. Sending her spluttering into that freezing pool. Either in the maid’s uniform which Janet at present had on, or making her strip first. Either way… the thought made her feel sick.

The other two were out of the pool now. Back in the house. They had been kept in the water for what seemed like an age: spluttering and yelping. Mr Shinly had told them to get the leaves out that had blown in and then they had to swim up and down. Janet could hardly bear to watch — but they were out now and in the house. Getting warmed up after that dreadful ordeal. Whereas she, Janet, was still out here. And Mr Shinly or Mr Karmer could come out at any moment… and tell her to jump in.

Janet kept her head down. When she had done these leaves… she could go inside. And perhaps they would have forgotten about the pool, about making her jump in. Although of course there was bound to be something else. The cane, or that awful running. Caning Pam last night had been awful. What if Mr Karmer decided that she, the maid, had to be caned by the other two girls? There were so many awful punishments here at Twyfield Grange. Janet risked a little look up from her sweeping… and there was Mr Shinly. Standing just a few yards away.

Her heart gave a violent leap. He had crept up on her. She made her face form a smile. Mr Shinly was going to tell her to jump in…

‘You’re very industrious, Janet. Working away with your head down like that.’

Janet gave another anxious smile. ‘Mr… Mr Karmer told me to do this.’

‘Yes. I’m sure he did. And you’ve just about finished. That’ll do, I think. And it’s not very warm. Let’s go inside.’

‘Yes sir.’ Nothing about jumping in the pool, she could begin to breathe again on that score. Janet placed the brush against the wall. ‘Why don’t we go in the games room,’ Mr Shinly suggested. ‘What are your favourite games, Janet. Do you like table tennis?’

Janet said a careful ‘Yes, Mr Shinly.’ She did quite like table tennis but at the same time she was wary. At the door Mr Shinly slipped his hand under the brief maid’s skirt and took hold of Janet’s bottom.

‘Not had it spanked yet this morning?’ he laughed. ‘Or caned? And you haven’t had a little swim either as far as I know.’ The hand was jiggling Janet’s bottom. She felt a little shiver of apprehension. Mr Shinly had something in mind that she wasn’t going to enjoy…

She led him through into the games room where there were two table tennis tables. Mr Shinly picked up a ball and bounced it on the table. ‘Take the net down for the moment,’ he told her.

‘And now… get up on the table. Slip your knickers down and lie on it. On your front. I want to get you properly warmed up for a game.’

Yes there had to be something of course. Something that would be unpleasant and that presumably would amuse Mr Shinly as well. ‘Isn’t that a good idea?’, he asked, and Janet because she had no choice said an unhappy ‘Yes sir.’

Janet lay flat on the table, fully dressed in her maid’s outfit but with the brief striped knickers pulled down off of the ripe cheeks of her bottom. Mr Shinly slid his hand along the nyloned calves… and on up… He wobbled the jelly-like mounds of her buttocks. ‘What shall we do for starters: one of these bats?’

Seconds later the flat of the ping-pong paddle splatted hard down on one bared buttock. Janet gritted her teeth. It wasn’t as bad as the cane, she told herself. That was possibly true but the hot sting in her bottom felt as bad as anything. She let out a yelping squeal as it came down again, squarely on the other cheek. It bloody stung! Another yelp as it splatted down again…

‘How many do you think, Janet? To get you properly warmed up?’ The paddle whacked in again. ‘About 50 or so…?’

It felt like 50 by the time he had finished. Janet’s bottom felt like raw meat. Her legs were all jelly-like when she clambered down… and Mr Shinly wanted to play a game right away. She had to put the net back in place. But Janet’s knickers… had to stay as they were. Halfway down to her stocking tops.

What with the lowered knickers and her high heels — Mr Shinly wouldn’t let her take them off — and the state Janet was in from the spanking, all shaky and uncoordinated, she could hardly make a move without stumbling. She certainly couldn’t play table tennis. Mr Shinly sent the ball zipping past her. ‘If you lose,’ he laughed, ‘there’s a special loser’s prize. Which is a caning up on the table.’ The ball came whizzing past her again. ‘If by any chance you win, of course, there’s a special winner’s prize. Which is —guess what? Yes. A caning up on the table.’

The ball beat Janet yet again. ‘You’re not doing very well, are you? Maybe I should make that loser’s prize… a caning from everyone. From Mr Karmer and the other girls as well. Don’t you think?’

But Janet only had the one caning, from Mr Shinly. The others were somewhere else in the house — or perhaps outside again, the girls being made to do some other dreadful thing. Mr Shinly used the table again as he said he would. Janet having to unscrew the net as before and get up on the top. Flat on her face. ‘As you did so badly, a really awful performance… What do you think? Twenty strokes? Would that be enough…?’

Janet tried to stifle her cry as the first one sliced in. That paddle had been bad… but it was nothing like the cane.

6. A Cycle Ride

Pam and Linda weren’t outside, they were in that sitting room where yesterday Pam had been caned over the coffee table by the other two girls. Following their unwelcome early morning swim — when they both thought they were going to have heart attacks — they had been allowed to have a hot shower before putting on the navy skirts and white blouses again. And now… what would Mr Karmer do now?

They were standing at attention in front of him when Mr Shinly and Janet entered the sitting room. ‘Ah, there you are,’ Mr Karmer said. ‘I was wondering. Has Janet been behaving?’

Mr Shinly explained that he had just caned Janet on the table following their game of table tennis (‘She was really awful.’) Mr Karmer was intrigued with her being caned on the table. ‘That sounds like a very good idea. We’ll have to give the others a taste of that. But Janet certainly needs plenty. Don’t you, Janet dear?’ Janet made herself say ‘Yes Mr Karmer.’ Because if she didn’t there was always a good chance of getting another caning right away. Of course you could get a caning even if you did agree. But that wasn’t going to happen, at least not right now, as Mr Karmer wanted her to go to Mrs Artwright. ‘Tell her I want two pairs of the cami-knickers for these other two.’

Yes, Mr Karmer wanted them to change out of their blouse and skirt outfits. He was rather keen on frequent changes of outfit — plus of course periods of nudity; now he wanted them in just these ivory-coloured cami-knicks that Janet came back with. ‘Get them on, girls. Keep your shoes on but otherwise just these knickers. You’re going for a cycle ride. Into the village. One of you now — and we’ll send the other one later.’

‘You’d like a cycle ride, wouldn’t you, Pam. Eh? Come here. Let’s have a look at you.’

Like Linda, Pam had unhappily done as Mr Karmer had instructed. Taken off her blouse and skirt — and underwear — and then slipped on the single clinging, transparent nylon garment which revealed a lot more than it concealed.

Mr Karmer’s hand fondled Pam’s tits through the diaphanous material and then slid down to the juncture of her thighs. ‘Nice, eh Pam?’ Pam tried not to squirm. Mr Karmer’s hand was cupping her pussy. ‘I think we’ll send you first. To the shop in the village. Mrs Artwright needs a few things.’ He’s a nice chap, that Mr Calling at the shop, isn’t he, Linda?’

Linda has had to go to the shop before and does know what Mr Calling is like. ‘Nice’ is not the word she would use. At least when Linda went she had on the blouse and skirt… although with someone like Mr Calling that didn’t really make a lot of difference. Linda bites her lip. Pam is going to have to go now. And herself later? Cycling along the road in these cami-knickers and nothing else except her white high heels — that will be pretty awful as there are bound to be people about. The bad part, though, would be when you got there.

Pam had the chance to speak briefly to Linda when she told her the way: it was a little over a mile. Pam of course was feeling sick at the prospect of going out on the public road dressed like this — or more accurately undressed. The brief cami-knickers and her black high-heeled sandals with white ankle socks — and nothing else. But… it was this Mr Calling she wanted to know about. Was he a ‘nice chap’?

Linda shook her head and said quickly as Mr Karmer came over, ‘he’s a real… pig.’ That was all and moments later Pam was on the bike. Cycling unsteadily down the drive (she hadn’t ridden a bike recently) with Linda’s words ringing in her head. Out through the gates; At least it was a bit warmer now and the wind seemed to have dropped. That was something. But… about a quarter of a mile along the lane there was a man walking his dog. He saw Pam coming… and moved out into the road, to stop her. She had no choice but to come to a shaky halt.

‘Hello, young lady. From the Training Centre I bet. And what’s this you’ve got on…? Oh my!’ He was fiftyish, casually dressed — and with his eyes now bulging out of his head. ‘is this what they make you wear? I bet half of the time in there you’ve got nothing on at all, eh?’

He was grabbing now, at Pam’s tits and bottom. She tried to fend him off. The dog was in the act too, sniffing at the bike and Pam’s legs. ‘Don’t!’ she gasped. But the man seemed all over her.

‘Cane you, do they? That’s what they say: that you girls get the cane all the time.’ His hand grabbing at Pam’s bottom. ‘On this pretty bum…’

Somehow she managed to break away — while refusing his invitation to go for a walk in the wood — and get on the bike again. Pam was shaking so much she almost fell off again right away. The awful man and his dog stayed with her for some yards, the man grabbing, the dog leaping at the wheel. At last she was away… her whole body trembling like a leaf…

Thankfully there were no more such encounters, only a car which honked its horn, before the shop. At the edge of the village as Linda had said. Pam was still mentally shaking from that awful man with the dog. She felt relief at being here and able to get off the bike — although she was going to have to ride back along the road again. But… there was now what Linda had said: Mr Calling… was a real pig. She should have asked what that meant, but there hadn’t anyway been time with Mr Karmer there. A real pig…

There was no one in the shop. Only… Mr Calling. Behind the counter. It had to be Mr Calling. His eyes widening… as he took this in: a pretty, shapely blonde in just transparent cami-knickers and the black high-heeled sandals. ‘From the Centre?’ he asked. Though of course it wasn’t really a question, he knew at once. He was coming out from behind the counter. Pam wanted to run back out. Get on the bike again. ‘A real pig…’

She tried to stutter out what Mrs Artwright wanted, but coherent words didn’t want to come. Anyway, Mr Calling wasn’t listening. He was going to the door. Reversing the sign so that it said CLOSED. Locking the door… She tried again to get the words out.

‘Later,’ he said. ‘First of all… we’re going upstairs. I know what you girls from the Centre need. Eh? That pretty bum dealing with. And after that… something else, eh? What a pretty girl needs…’

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Did you have a good weekend, dear?’ her mother asked. ‘With Daphne, wasn’t it?’

‘Yes,’ Pam said. ‘Yes…’

Mr Shinly had dropped her at the end of the street. It was 9 o’clock, Sunday evening. Tomorrow she’d be back at work again. With Mr Hawthing. Mr Hawthing with his grabbing hands —but that would be nothing. Nothing at all. Not after what she’s just had. And also… what she would have again. Next weekend.

‘Four weekend visits,’ Mr Shinly had said, confirming what Janet had told her. ‘Four is the minimum.’

And Pam wasn’t even going to have to wait until the weekend for another dose of Mr Shinly. He wanted to see her on Tuesday. Lunchtime. Presumably take her out in his car to that place again.

‘I think I’ll go up. Have an early night,’ Pam said. Maybe she’d feel better after a good night’s sleep. She needed a good night’s sleep. One without… Mr Shinly… or Mr Karmer… coming in to see her. Although Mr Shinly and Mr Karmer, awful as they had been, hadn’t been quite as bad… as that Mr Calling at the shop.

7. Video Action

‘Shall I run the tape then?’ Andrew Karmer asks.

Mr Stalling says ‘Please do,’ and his colleague Mr Hamley nods. The three men are in Duncan Stalling’s office at the Department of Social Affairs in London’s Whitehall. He and Gavin Hamley are both senior civil servants and advisers to the newly set up Government Committee on Current Social Problems. Within this rather general sounding title the committee has in fact decided to first of all look at the Reorientation Centres which have been operating for some 18 months now. As a first step Messrs Stalling and Hamley have the task of getting together some evidence for the committee, and in this connection Mr Karmer has produced a video tape.

Duncan Stalling gets up to go and draw the blind and dim the lights. He and Hamley are both in their late fifties. Karmer, somewhat younger, is of course supervisor at Twyfield Grange, one of the very first Centres. the blank screen of the TV set lights up and Mr Karmer turns on the video.

‘I’m afraid it needs editing in parts,’ he apologises. ‘We haven’t had a chance to do that yet. But I think it’ll give you a good idea, the flavour, all right. The tape is of three who are currently coming to Twyfield. A single girl called Pamela Millings — she will be the taller of the two blondes you’ll see — and two young married women. Their names are Janet Richett, she’s the brunette, and Linda Barnway, the other blonde. I can give you their details, addresses, etc later if that would be helpful.’

Mr Stalling has noted down the names and says yes, they will want that. The picture had now come up on the screen. A shot of Twyfield Grange’s main entrance and then a close-up of the sign saying: Government Reorientation Centre. Then up through the driveway to the side can be seen a number of cars, including the blue Volvo of Henry Shinly.

The girls were not aware of the videoing,’ Andrew Karmer says. ‘We have a number of permanent cameras installed around the house and grounds and also hand-held cameras were used covertly. The tape was recorded over the last two weekends. As I say it is unedited and somewhat disjointed in parts. My apologies for that.’

The screen abruptly switches from general views of the house and grounds to show a close-up of two girls; the two blondes, Pamela and Linda. An interior shot, standing in front of a sofa. They are in very abbreviated jump-suits of bright yellow edged with white. The taller girl Pam, has shiny black high-heeled sandals and patterned white ankle-socks on her feet while Linda is wearing white courts. To the side of the girls and sitting on the end of the sofa is the recognisable bearded figure of Andrew Karmer.

Both girls turn, to present their rear views to the camera and now it can be seen that they have knickers on under the jump-suits, brief white ones, but the knickers are pulled down into narrow bands off of the cheeks of their bottoms, which the very brief jump-suits also leave largely bare. There is time to see this and then, at a word from Karmer, Pam moves to get over his lap. He twists one of her arms behind her back to hold her firm and then his other hand is yanking the jump-suit completely up off of the ripe cheeks of her bottom and into the cleft. Then pulling the band of rolled-down knickers further down, as far as it will go while still being held in the centre by the crotch of the jump-suit.

Having thus in effect completely bared her bottom he commences to vigorously spank it. Linda is standing, unhappily biting her lip, watching.

The spanking continues for a while. Pam is writhing and struggling to some extent as her bottom becomes increasingly bright red. Andrew Karmer finally stops and then it is Linda’s turn and Pam’s, with her bright red bottom, to watch.

When Linda’s spanking is finished both girls are told to take their things off. They obediently slip off the shoulder straps of their suits and pull them down, and slip down their knickers as well. They step out of their things and then stand straight with their hands at their sides in front of Mr Karmer (and the camera), nude except for their footwear.

‘Both very nice looking,’ comments Duncan Stalling. ‘The taller one, she’s Pamela, the unmarried one I think you said?’

Karmer stops the tape. ‘Yes. Yes she is nice, isn’t she? Not a girl with any really serious problem I suppose but the kind of thing we seem to get a bit of nowadays. An acquaintance of mine brought her in. Apparently she’s been causing a bit of a nuisance on the public transport, the bus she takes to and from work. Wearing a very lightweight dress and either very brief, diaphanous underwear, or, I understand, none at all. Then on the crowded bus letting herself be handled, or actively rubbing herself up against other travellers. Men naturally. She gets a thrill from it of course, having herself handled by strange men in a public place. But that sort of behaviour naturally offends some citizens; older women especially. So my acquaintance who spotted her quite rightly brought her in. Actually she won’t admit that she’s been doing it. Not yet at least. Anyway, shall I run some more tape?’

‘Yes please do. That’s very interesting, about the girl.’

Outside, at the swimming pool. The two blondes are seen doing exercises under the direction of Mr Karmer on the paved surround of the pool. The girls are both completely nude and in their bare feet are jumping up and down with their arms straight at their sides. Their bare boobs jounce with each jump, Pam’s somewhat smaller ones more firmly than Linda’s heavier tits which have a correspondingly more weighty movement. The energetic jumping continues and the girls can be seen to be breathing heavily with their efforts. Then at a command from Karmer they stop jumping and begin running round the pool. Two circuits. Coming back to Mr Karmer for the second time they are gasping for breath. He says something to them. They look alarmed and shake their heads. It is apparent that he is telling them to get in the water, which it should be said does not look at all inviting as it is a grey and overcast day.

They are pleading with him. Mr Karmer’s response after a few minutes of this is to step forward and simply push Pamela in. And then grab Linda and do likewise with her. They splash into the evidently icy water. They surface, spluttering and yelling.

The two civil servants join Andrew Karmer in a good laugh at this. The sequence continues with the girls evidently yelling to be allowed out but being refused. Then the action changes but it is still at the pool. Another girl now, a brunette in a maid’s uniform, is on the paved area. Janet. She is alone, sweeping leaves with a broom.

Janet is very fetchingly rigged out in a royal blue maid’s dress, the skirt of which is extremely short, just about reaching her hips. From the rear her tight little candy-striped knickers are almost entirely on view below the skirt, together with sheer black nylons fastened with the straps of a black suspender belt. Her feet are in black high-heeled sandals. On her head is a little white maid’s cap.

‘Very fetching,’ remarks Gavin Hamley. ‘What’s she in for: not being a nuisance on the bus?’

The tape stops. ‘No. She’s under the general heading of Antisocial Behaviour, but it’s Subclause 6 of the new Social Responsibility Act with Janet Richett.’

This clause of course relates to young married women who do not have a job. To promote good community relationships every young woman in this category is supposed to invite a minimum of three Male Senior Citizens to her home each week for either coffee or afternoon tea. The more attractive young wives of course may find they have quite a number of men wanting to take advantage of this — and hoping obviously that they will get something else besides the tea or coffee which is what the act stipulates. And the young wife is supposed to be inviting and friendly by dressing attractively for a visit and, although it is not specifically stated it is understood, allow herself to be handled, not object to her clothing being disarranged or if she is asked to remove items of clothing (perhaps a blouse or her bra, or her skirt or knickers, but not everything). Not all young wives are particularly cooperative on Subclause 6 and they may get away with it. On the other hand two unhappy Senior Citizens may get together and make a complaint, which is what has happened to Janet Richett.

‘Failure to keep some of her local Senior Citizens happy I’m afraid,’ Andrew Karmer says.

‘Naughty,’ Gavin Hamley says plumly, ‘But I can see that that young woman could be quite in demand for coffee morning visits.’ He laughs. ‘I imagine when I’ve made Senior Citizen status myself I could be very interested in… ah… a cup of her coffee!’

The other two laugh. The tape is restarted. More shots of Janet outside by the pool and then a switch to inside, where she is over Mr Karmer’s lap. He is sitting on an upright chair and has her spread across his thighs, one of her arms twisted behind her back to keep her still. The candy-striped briefs are down round the tops of the dark nylons and his right hand is splatting down on her squirming bare bottom. This goes on for quite a while, with Janet arching and writhing her bum but of course she is otherwise held firm with her arm up behind her back.

At last the spanking is over and Janet is pushed to her feet. Her face is bright red, like her bottom, and her legs seem rubbery. She performs a shaky sort of curtsey and walks uncertainly away.

Then the action abruptly switches again. Janet is now spread-eagled on a glass-topped table. Face-down and also her knickers are down again. The knickers now are different ones; black rather than the candy-stripe. She is lying with her hands gripping the edge of the table. Waiting?

Yes. A cane appears above her. As the camera angle widened we can see it is held by Mr Karmer. Taking aim. And then whipping it down. The bared bottom jolts with the impact. Very likely there is a wild yell from spread-eagled Janet — as quite possibly she regrets her unfriendliness to her friendly Senior Citizens. But the tape is soundless and any yell can’t be heard. The cane rises and slices down again. We see Janet get six altogether.

There are more sequences. More of one or other of the girls getting spanked or caned. More shots of them nude. A sequence of them running round the grounds, limbs and faces straining with their efforts. The tape concludes with another shot of Twyfield Grange’s main entrance with the sign at the side.

‘Very interesting indeed,’ Duncan Stalling says, getting up to draw back the blind. ‘We’re very grateful for that Mr Karmer. And… ah… it would be very helpful if we could meet those girls. Interview them.’

‘That would be no problem. Either at Twyfield — or anywhere else that might be more convenient.’

The two civil servants thank him again. Andrew Karmer says they can keep the paper if they wish and they are keen to accept this offer. He also leaves them a note with the young women’s addresses, phone numbers etc. As soon as he has gone they play the tape again. Gavin Hamley is particularly keen on looking at the sequences showing the young brunette, Mrs Janet Richett. Duncan Stalling on the other hand is more interested in Pam, the unmarried girl who has been having her little adventures on crowded buses.

He jokes, ‘I can see I should use the bus more myself. I hadn’t realised what I was missing.’

Janet had a phone call from Mr Hamley the next day. A phone call from a stranger who says his name is Hamley and he is a civil servant working for an important government committee. He would like to come and see her. Janet at first thinks it is a hoax of some sort but then he mentions Twyfield Grange and she knows it isn’t.

Not many people know about Twyfield Grange. Her husband Mark knows because she has had to tell him; and of course the two Senior Citizens who made the complaint know. Mr Alway and Mr Sitchwell. But they have undertaken not to tell anyone else now that Janet has agreed to do what they want. To everyone else Janet was staying with her sister when in fact she was at Twyfield last week.

So if this Mr Hamley knows he must be what he says he is: something to do with the government; the government Department responsible for Reorientation Centres. Therefore if he wants to see her…

Mr Alway and Mr Sitchwell are now not only getting what they originally wanted but are insisting and getting more. Because if there is a further complaint from them Janet will have to go back and this time to one of the longer-term centres. For a reorientation period of perhaps several months. Janet certainly doesn’t want that. So she is not arguing with either Mr Alway or Mr Sitchwell.

Before they merely wanted to play around, unbutton her blouse and play with her tits, make her take her knickers off and do a can-can dance (this was Mr Sitchwell). Janet objected to this sort of thing but clearly she shouldn’t have. Now it is the whole thing they both want. Up in her bedroom. In bed. Fucking her.

But Mr Sitchwell at least won’t be getting that tomorrow morning. He was due to come but Janet has to phone and tell him he can’t. Because Mr Hamley is coming. Mr Sitchwell isn’t pleased but when she tells him who Mr Hamley is he has no choice but to accept it. What can Mr Hamley want? Is he going to say she has to go back to Twyfield Grange again? Or somewhere else?

Mr Hamley when he arrives seems pleasant enough. An ordinary looking man in a suit. But of course the other two, Sitchwell and Alway, are ordinary looking men who seemed pleasant at the beginning.

Mr Hamley wants to ask a lot of questions, when they are sitting in Janet’s lounge with coffee. About Twyfield Grange. Also about Mr Sitchwell and Mr Alway. His government committee is going to produce a report on Reorientation Centres he tells her. He has a little book to take notes.

‘So I believe these two gentlemen made a complaint,’ he prompts her. ‘In their opinion you were not acting in the manner that Subclause 6 of the Act requires. Not sufficiently friendly and welcoming to these two Senior Citizens.’

Janet takes a nervous sip of her coffee. She doesn’t want to talk about it but she is going to have to. ‘Well… it was what they wanted. I didn’t know I had to agree to… some of those things.’

‘Tell me what things,’ Mr Hamley says with an encouraging smile. He is sitting opposite Janet and his eyes are admiring her pretty knees. She has on an attractive blouse and skirt and her knees have the sheen of nylon. He can of course vividly recall what he has seen on the video. All those marvellous views of Janet Richett’s lovely body. All those things that Mr Karmer did to her. Now here she is in the flesh. Looking somewhat apprehensive and embarrassed. It is really intensely exciting.

‘I don’t like to talk about it. A lot of things…’

‘I need to know,’ Mr Hamley says. ‘In detail. Look perhaps if we pretend I am Mr Alway or Mr Sitchwell. Would that help? We do need to have the details. And of course… you don’t want to go back. For another spell. I’m sure you don’t. So if you could do your best to cooperate.’

Mr Hamley has come over to sit next to Janet on the sofa. All at once she can see the situation. Mr Hamley wants the same. As Mr Alway and Mr Sitchwell. He wants to mess around. Using this committee of his as an excuse. He seems pleasant enough, not nasty, but he nonetheless wants to mess around with her. Maybe all men want that. Well, at least Janet has learnt her lesson. She can’t afford to say no. Not unless she wants to be back for another spell with Mr Karmer. No, she had better cooperate. Put a smiling face on it even.

‘All right,’ she murmurs. Well would she rather be back at Twyfield Grange being caned on that table? Or doing lung-searing runs round those grounds. No. Well then.

She sits still and unobjecting as Mr Hamley commences to unbutton her blouse. After telling him this was a thing both Mr Alway and Mr Sitchwell wanted to do.

‘But you didn’t want to let them, Janet? I can call you Janet can’t I? It doesn’t seem so unreasonable does it?’ Mr Hamley has her blouse unbuttoned and is fondling Janet’s lightly brassiered tits. ‘And even if they wanted more, as I imagine they did… This…’ he is reaching round behind for her bra strap.

‘Well it’s not so unreasonable…’ Mr Hamley has the bra unfastened. Pulling it up; Baring Janet’s nicely firm tits. ‘Not after Twyfield Grange Janet. Eh? Tell me about that. What sort of things they do there.’

Janet’s good-sized tits are nude and the nipples are standing stiffly out as Mr Hamley caresses them. As she forces herself to relate some of the things she had to submit to at the Reorientation Centre. Mr Hamley is able to prompt her, he seems to have a very good idea of what happens to girls there. But he wants her to describe it. The details. As his hands continue busily at her boobs.

‘But you would accept that it was reasonable and helpful. That treatment at Twyfield Grange. If it brought you to see that you were being unreasonable in your attitude to the two gentlemen. I mean what I’m doing now — it’s not such a terrible thing, is it?’

Janet shakes her head. She can hardly disagree. She may not enjoy being handled like this — but in the context of a stay at Twyfield Grange, or indeed in the context of what Mr Sitchwell and Mr Alway are now demanding — it is not so much.

Mr Hanley’s hand now at last leaves Janet’s pretty and aroused tits. It goes to her knee. ‘What is this?’ he asks. ‘Nylons? You had on nylons and a suspender belt with your maid’s uniform at Twyfield Grange.’ The hand slides up to investigate. Janet is not in fact wearing nylons but tights. Mr Hanley’s hand roves around under her skirt.

‘Why not nylons Janet?’ Didn’t you think I would like them?’ He tells her to go and change, to put on nylons and a suspender belt. She has got them hasn’t she? Also her highest heels.

Yes Janet has. She goes upstairs and comes back. With her blouse still open of course and her bra now off. Mr Hamley makes her lift her skirt to show him. ‘That’s much better Janet. Now come here again.’

What next?

‘Spanking,’ Mr Hamley says. ‘And the cane. I suppose that sort of thing comes as a bit of a shock when you’ve never had it. And that hard running round the grounds too; not to mention having to get in the pool when it’s really cold. In the nude. Eh, all a bit of a shock?’

Janet nods. Mr Hamley smiles. ‘Well we haven’t got a pool here of course. Or a running track, although I could have you running on the spot. But why don’t we try a bit of spanking. You see I do need to get the feel of things. For my committee.’

8. File on Janet and Pamela

Janet can’t refuse of course. She gets spanked over Mr Hamley’s lap. And then for good measure he tells her to go and find a hairbrush. Janet has her skirt off now, and her knickers. She is in just her unbuttoned blouse and the stockings and suspender belt and heels. Mr Hamley wants the hairbrush for some more spanking of course. Bending her over the seat of a chair. The back of the wooden brush whacking sharply in across her bared nates.

‘Yes I think I’m getting the flavour here,’ Mr Hamley says. ‘The feel of it.’

Janet, wincing from the stinging hairbrush, is allowed to stand up. ‘Now we’ll go upstairs,’ she is told.

Upstairs. To her bedroom. Where Mr Sitchwell and Mr Alway have now each taken her a couple of times. Mr Hamley makes Janet take the rest of her things off.

‘We haven’t got a pool but you can still show me your swimming style Janet. On the bed.’

Yes. Janet who is now nude has to get on the bed and demonstrate her swimming — which in fact is not very expert. But Mr Hamley is perhaps not too interested in how expert she is. Not at swimming at least. At something else, though, perhaps. Because shortly it is something else that he wants. Well, what else are beds actually for? Yes. Correct. the same as Mr Sitchwell and Mr Alway.

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Pamela Millings? Pam gets a call from Mr Stalling. Also the day after Mr Karmer showed his tape. What Mr Stalling wants, for starters at least, is to get some feel for that fascinating business on the bus. Pam has to go on the bus with him. A crowded bus at peak rush hour. Wearing only a thin summer dress with nylons and a suspender belt. Nothing else. No knickers of course. Nothing.