Britain February 1959, Harold "Supermac" MacMillan in power as Prime Minister, the country now emerging from the austerity of the Second World War, rationing now thankfully a thing of the past even the blip caused by the embarrassing Suez Crisis now just a memory, Britain wanted to have fun!
Marcus Lansky wanted to help the nation to do just
that, or at least the part of the nation who came to new his spanking
new holiday camp .
Lansky had bought an old, and now disused USA
military base on the south east coast of England in the previous winter,
after much work the base had been turned into the "Channel Holiday
Complex". Just five minutes drive from the town of Folkestone and it's
railway service, all it took for Lansky to do was to let the local coach
firms vie for his business, each one dragging their own prices down in
and effort to compete, as did the local farmers and butchers for their
wares, Lansky found himself in very much a buyers market.
Also when it came to a workforce there was no lacking in enthusiastic locals all wanting to work in the new boom industry.
knew though that some members of staff had to be to of a high standard,
his entertainment staff for example had to be of a certain cut. They
had to be likeable, approachable (though in the case of the females, not
available), and most importantly capable of working long hours and
still seeming just as jovial at midnight as they were at breakfast
His catering crew had to be up to an equal standard as his
entertainment staff, fair enough none of his clientele would be coming
here with any ideas of Cordon Bleu meals, but by the same token they
would not expect to get poisoned either!
So the only place that
Marcus could see that he could really cut corners on wages would be with
the cleaning staff. Chalet Maids, he reasoned could be hired from young
girls from the local villages, hired at very low rates, with veiled
promises of customers tips, and the opportunity of perhaps at some point
rising up through the ranks to be one of the entertainment staff, to
become a coveted Orangecoat.
It was a plan that Marcus knew could
only be put into place if he had a suitable head of housekeeping, after
many interviews he found his perfect housekeeper, Miss Maureen Sedway.
Sedway was a thirty five year old ex-WRAC, but more importantly in
Marcus' mind, was the fact that she used to be a supervisor for Lyons,
and Marcus had always had a liking for the crisp uniforms of the
"nippy's" in the old tea houses.
The way the girls were always so
well turned out, the attention to detail of their uniforms, the
discipline drilled into them from their supervisors, as far as Marcus
was concerned they were all thing that Marcus aspired to in his chalet
So Miss Sedway was hired, her remit was to bring to the
Channel Holiday Camp a team of hard working well turned out girls at the
least amount of wages possible!
At first Marcus thought that he was
perhaps asking to much of the pretty, and oddly unmarried, woman sitting
opposite him, but then she spoke.
"I will of course have total
control over the domestic staff," Miss Sedway stated rather than asked,
"total control in both the hiring and the discipline of them, I should
warn you now though that I am quite finicky, and I believe in old
fashioned discipline, if it was good enough for us in the WRAC's during
war time it should be good enough here!"
Marcus nodded slowly,
not really sure by what she meant, but the ideas that came into his mind
were causing a stirring in his loins. He knew better than to ask for to
many details, that way if things went wrong he could honestly deny any
knowledge of Miss Sedway's methods.
"OK leave everything with me
then," Miss Sedway continued as Marcus moved off into some dreamscape, "
I agree that local girls would be best, the rates we will offer will be
better than farm or shop work that's available around here,so to
realistically earn more they would have to travel into either Folkestone
or Dover, also the country girls will prove to be a little
more....shall we say malleable to our wishes, I think eighteen to twenty
should be our ideal age range, with memories of school still fresh in
their minds my methods will not seem to alien to them, also as they will
be under the age of twenty one they aren't quite yet adults in the eyes
of either society or the law,"
Now Marcus was pretty sure that
Miss Sedway was referring to corporal punishment, and the stirring was
now an uncomfortable throb at the the mental images of caned young
chalet maids bottoms!
"Yes Miss Sedway whatever you think is best,
you have my total support!" Marcus said, in his minds eye though, all he
could see was the woman opposite him clutching a rattan cane, ready to
administer her aforementioned "old fashioned discipline".
her own devices, Maureen Sedway quickly assembled a domestic team of
twenty two girls all under the age of twenty one, also she had brought
in a local nineteen year old lad called Tom to act as a sort of odd job
boy, to do jobs perhaps to physically challenging for the girls. Tom had
served almost two years in the Royal Engineers before being sent home
with a bad chest infection, which thankfully now he had fully recovered
from. Miss Sedway saw in him the ideal person for the role of her
During the interview process she had tried to
make it clear her views on discipline, though she felt the penny had not
dropped with a couple of the girls. One or two seemed to know exactly
what she was referring to but the look in their eyes seemed to hold
some disbelief in her sincerity.
To Miss Sedway this didn't really
matter as she had a plan to hammer into the girls her seriousness long
before the camp actually opened. So in that way should any of the girls
decide that working for her was not for them she would have plenty time
to find replacements before the season began and the camp opened.
To that effect, all the girls were issued with uniforms, nothing to fancy, just smart and functional.
Three powder blue thick knee length cotton dresses.
Four white tabards.
Two powder blue mop hats.
girls were expected to keep their uniforms in immaculate condition, and
would be inspected each morning before work began, demerits awarded for
any stained or incorrect items. Also the girls were expected to supply
their own plain black shoes (no high heels), and black stockings.
the girls were to come to the camp six o'clock sharp on Monday the
sixteenth of February to get the camp ready for the campers, that gave
Miss Sedway a comfortable five weeks to weed out and replace any
unsuitables, and also to stamp her authority upon the others before the
season began. She was determined to have them all singing from the same
hymn sheet before the gates opened to the public.
The first two weeks went by without any problems, or at least so the girls thought.
the camp wasn't really open yet one or two looked upon the uniform
requirements as being optional, even though Miss Sedway had pointed out
Some had decided by the same logic, that timekeeping was
also not as important in these "down weeks" as it would be once they
were open for business, again these girls were also incorrect in that
In truth Maureen Sedway had hoped for just such a
reaction from her blossoming staff, it gave her the chance to clear the
air on certain matters, and to make things plain of how things would be
dealt with in the future.
Each indiscretion, no matter how minor, was
noted as a demerit. Once eight demerits had been reached within a
calender month action would be taken, the girls were made aware of the
demerits, the action though was to prove to be rather eye opening for
the majority of her staff!
On the Saturday morning, the last day
of February Maureen gathered all her female charges together in the
staffroom after already sending Tom off to do any little odd jobs that
he had on his to do list. Tom was really a boon to her, as he more or
less just got on with things, so he was left pretty much to his own
devices, also she didn't want him around on her "day of reckoning".
ladies, if you could all line up please," Maureen said, her little
notebook in her hand, "I'll just do a quick uniform check before we
Maureen was quite pleased, she had three girls on her
list with more than the eight demerits, if she had had only one the
effect might not have worked. One person may have tried to keep the
shame of being punished to herself, but with three there would be no way
that it would be kept quiet. Some would tell another in strict
confidence, and through "Chinese whispers" their fate would trickle
through all the staff, as was Maureen's intention.
After the uniform
inspection, Maureen was pleased to note that her constant haranguing
over the previous thirteen days had paid off, all the girls had passed
with flying colours, facing her staff who had lined up military fashion
in two ranks of eleven.
"Well we seem to be on top of things now, so
today I thought with it being Saturday we would have an early finish and
also have tomorrow off," she couldn't help but notice the smiling looks
of approval at this announcement, "so to that effect I thought that
once the indoor swimming pool had been cleared of all the mess that the
workers left, we could all finish up for the weekend at about
Now the girls were all smiles, a little bit chatting
broke out, and Maureen - unusually for her - waited for it to subside
"Sadly though, with this being the last day of
the month, we have certain disciplinary matters to deal with!" this
wiped the smiles of more than a few of the assembled faces in front of
her, "so could Joan Murray, Diane Stuart and Mary Irving please make
their way to the Flamingo Room and I will join them presently, everyone
else can now head off to the swimming pool and get cracking!"
saw the look of horror on the three faces that she had called out, she
had also noted the relief upon the other nineteen faces, perhaps all the
girls did really acknowledge the prospect of possible corporal
punishment, either way any doubts still being held would be dispelled
The Flamingo room was a strange building, it must have
been used as some sort of theatre or cinema when the camp site was still
a military base, at the back of the hall like room was a projection
booth high up in the rear wall. Never the one to waste an asset Marcus
decided to use the room as a daytime family cinema for rainy days. Also
he had a sprung wooden dance floor fitted to rival the best of
ballrooms, and installed a bar, so that the room could be used on the
late evenings as a little night club by the parents once the kids were
all tucked up in bed.
To Maureen though the little stage in the room
would add a dramatic effect to her first and exemplary disciplinary
action, any future actions would take place in the privacy of her
office, but this first one had to memorable for not just the three
recipients, but their colleagues also.
What Maureen didn't
however know was that the Flamingo Room wasn't empty, on his "to do
list" Tom had the instruction, replace bulbs for the glitterball.
Tom had decided, probably driven along by his Saturday morning hangover,
that the quickest way to replace the bulbs would be to hook a crawl
board from the projection room over the lighting rig on the ceiling,
then wriggle his way out high above the dance floor change the bulbs
then wriggle back again. It was quicker than messing about with
scaffolding, and health and safety in the workplace was not really an
issue in those innocent bureaucracy free days.
After the third
attempt Tom finally managed to secure the thin board onto the lighting
rig, he quckly shuffled himself along to the lights, after unscrewing
the first dud and placing it on the board, he heard the doors open and
the click of footsteps on wood beneath him.
Watching the three
girls below, he noticed that one of them was Joan a girl from his
village, a girl that he loved to tease and flirt with. Bringing the
index finger and little finger of his right hand to his mouth he was
just to let out a wolf whistle, when he noticed the distressed look upon
the girls faces, he tried to hear what they mumbling about to each
other, but couldn't quite grasp what they were saying.
Only certain words drifted up to him, "caned", "ridiculous", "to old for this" and "slipper".
phrases caught his attention, and held back his intended whistle,
instead he just lay there stock still waiting to see what, if anything
Tom did not have long to wait, he heard the door
open again, this time the footsteps were the unmistakable click of high
heels on wood. He then swallowed hard as he saw Miss Redway walk below
him, a thin yellow cane in her hand!
"Right ladies," Miss Redway
spoke breaking the silence "as you were all warned in your interviews, I
take discipline very seriously, I think I also made it clear of what
you could expect for accumulating demerits, in case anyone is still
unsure I shall now explain it in full,"
Tom watched as the three faces below darkened at Miss Redway's words.
than eight demerits in one calender month will require disciplinary
action, that action is one stroke of the cane for each two demerits,"
The girls looked at each other, their feet shuffling, but no words passed from their lips.
action needs to be taken on two consecutive months, the third month
will cause me to look seriously at whether to continue with the said
girls employment, do you all understand that?"
Three heads nodded in silent assent.
that brings us to today, Diane and Mary both have eight demerits so you
both will receive four strokes," Maureen said, her eyes now locked upon
Joan's, "Joan however has managed to collect a spectacular eleven
demerits! which I shall round up to a traditional six of the best!"
Maureen made a point of looking each of the three now miserable girls in the eye as she continued.
any of you wish to not receive my allocated punishment, the door is
open for you to leave, and you will be paid up till today, so if anyone
wishes to leave, please leave now!"
Each of the girls gave each other a questioning glance, but to Maureen's delight no one made a move.
I think you can be first, I would like to make this as quick, though I
can assure you not as painless as possible, over to the foot of the
stage please Mary,"
With leaden feet, Mary walked to the stage,
then turned around to face Miss Redway and held out her now shaking
right hand in anticipation of her up and coming punishment.
girl it is your bottom that I am going to be attending to!" Miss Redway
informed the shaking girl, "lift up your dress and bend yourself over
Tom held his breath, Diane and Joan stared at each other wide eyed, inwardly Maureen smiled.
sorry Miss....I...er...thought it would be like at
school....it..it..was always on the hand for the girls," Mary struggled
"Perhaps it was at your school but it wasn't at mine, or
for that matter in the army either, it was always on the bottom, so get a
move on girl we don't have all day,"
Cowed, Mary turned to face
the stage, slowly she lifted up the hem of her dress at the back, Tom
watched intently as first the tops of her stockings and the pale flesh
above came into view, then her blue knickers were revealed to his eyes.
"I wonder if she is going to get it bare bum?" he whispered to himself.
inaudible question was soon answered as Miss Redway went to stand to
the left of the prostrated chalet maid, the first cut fell across Mary's
knickered bottom without any warning or preamble.
Mary shrieked out in both shock and pain.
waited for what seemed like an age, she wanted that first stroke to
seep in, she wanted the heat and pain to work itself fully into the
girls muscles before administrating the second stroke.
Then in a harsh salvo the final three strokes fell in quick succession, leaving Mary sobbing her tears now dampening the stage.
looked on in horror knowing she was to be next, Joan was nearly in
tears knowing that for her it would be six! Above them Tom struggled to
make himself comfortable, his now burgeoning erection causing him some
"Diane would you like to swap places with mary please?"
could not believe the stupidity of the question, of course she would
not like to swap places, what she would like to do was run for the door.
Miss Redway," she replied forlornly, as Mary rose again to her feet,
her dress falling back down over her now hot and stinging bottom.
watched engrossed as the taller darker haired girl went to the stage,
he again held his breath as she lifted her dress. Smiling to himself as
Diane's bright yellow satiny knickers came into view, often he had
wondered what different tastes the girls would have when it came to
underwear, now he was finding out first hand!
As with Mary before
her, Miss Redway allowed for the first stroke to truly savoured before
recommencing with the final part of the punishment. Unlike Mary though,
Diane took her strokes in silence without any histrionics.
his lips, knowing that Joan the object of so much of his teenage lust
would be next, so many nights he had lain in his bed thinking of her,
sometimes even thinking of her in a situation none to dissimilar to this
Joan stood in front of the stage, just as the two preceding
her had done, she lifted up her dress to reveal a white panty girdle,
then bent forward over the stage.
"No this is no good at all!"
Miss Redway called out, "you can't expect to wear that, it wouldn't be
fair to Mary and Diane, come on stand up!"
Joan stood up and turned to face Miss Redway her face the personification of confusion.
girdle will be like allowing you to wear armour plating, Mary and Diane
had their caning's over thin knickers that offered almost no
protection, so to make things more even you will have to have yours on
Joan gasped wide eyed at Miss Redway's suggestion, her head slowly shaking in incredulity.
all we are all girls together!" Miss Redway added, knowing all to well
the added shame and humiliation of having to bare ones self for
punishment brought with it.
"Please Miss...." Joan pleaded, her
blue eyes sparkling with tears, her right hand fingers tugging at and
making little curls in her dark brown hair.
Tom looked down with a
strange conflict of emotions, half of him pitied Joan's current
situation, to his shame the other half wanted to see her bared and
"Come along we don't have all day girl!" Miss Redway said making it clear that she was unmoved by Joan's childish display.
again lifted the hem of her dress, this time pulling it clear up her
hips and high up her tummy, fingers shaking she struggled to loosen her
"Really Joan we don't have all day, just get that
bottom of yours bared and hurry up about it!" this final admonishment
from Miss Redway caused the poor girl to burst out into tears, "and you
can stop that crying, you will have plenty cause for tears in a minute
Tom shuffled a little further along his ceiling top
perch, his neck craning, desperate for a better view of what was taking
Joan finally loosened her suspender belt, still sobbing
she started to wriggle her girdle down and over her womanly hips, Tom
breathed deeply in expectation of what was to be revealed. Then Tom felt
his shoulder touch something, quickly he turned his head.
He turned just in time to see the dud spotlamp bulb twisting and turning in the air below him.
Twisting and turning, as it made it's downward spiral to the wooden dance floor below.
Tom closed his eyes tight as he listened for the inevitable impact!