From Uniform Girls 30
It was situated away from the main chalet area, by the side of the old house which now served as offices. Once upon a time, families from the industrial cities of the Midlands and the North had stayed there, enjoying a few special days of sunshine and relaxation. But now, the punters demanded central heating, and colour television, and heated outdoor swimming pools. Behind the dirty windows, the faded curtains were drawn. The front door was bolted, though no-one ever had need to visit this forgotten building. Unless they had been invited.
It was almost ten o’clock. The sun was setting, radiating orange rays of rippling light across the incoming tide. The holiday camp was quiet, with most holiday makers settling down for the evening, or away from the site, in the bars down by the shore. SWIT… The sound was almost imperceptible. SWIT… SWIT… SWIT… And then another sound. A human sound. Like someone breathing deeply… Then silence. Ten minutes or so later, the door was unbolted, noisily, because of the age and condition of the warped door and its hinges. A young girl appeared in the doorway, in camp uniform. She looked… well, disturbed, in some way. Looking right and left, she hastened away, along the gravel path towards the main body of the camp. The door remained open for some moments until some unseen hand slowly pushed it shut.
Jane was nineteen. To any normal healthy well-balanced male, she was absolutely gorgeous. And that of course was the intention. To be a host at Sunshine Bay Holiday Camp, meant looking good, radiating health and happiness to all those dreary jaded punters who had made the pilgrimage south. Usually, Jane stood by the outdoor swimming pool, or could be found within the warm waters, supervising the youngsters, and generally keeping an eye on the older, more rowdy element. Help was only a radio-paging call away. It was a gift of a job. Just parade round all day in your designer swimsuit. Smile at the visitors. Pretend to be helpful. And get looked over by dozens of different rampant young men every day.
Jane was no longer by the swimming pool. She was standing inside the shabby chalet, close by the dusty wooden table. ‘This isn’t your first visit, is it?’ Looking very pretty, and very innocent. Jane nodded in agreement, her fingers tugging nervously at the stretchy swimsuit, pulling it further down over her very attractive bottom curves. ‘It must be the cane, this time…’ The delightful Jane stepped back two paces, and clutched the table top. ‘Oh no. Please. Not the cane. Please…’ She stood upright again, and brushed her curls clear of her face. ‘There is no alternative, is there?’ She looked dejected, and stared at her bare feet. Her bottom lip quivered as she thought, wishing desperately to extricate herself from this awful situation.
The pretty girl looked up, an expression of doubt upon her face. ‘Please. I won’t do it again. I promise. It was really silly of me…’ She waited, wondering if the admission of guilt would help. ‘Yes. It was… silly of you. And yes, you won’t do it again.’ She allowed herself to relax just slightly. ‘You certainly won’t do it again after I’ve finished with you…’ Young Jane stepped away from him again, shaking her head from side to side. ‘There is no alternative. None whatsoever.’
Jane placed herself across the old table-top, her tight swimsuit stretched so taut against her rounded bottom. ‘Feet together, Jane. Bend right over, and push that bottom of yours well out.’ A few seconds of shuffling settled the girl in the requested position. Outside, the sun finally slipped beneath the blue horizon. Above the sound of the distant waves, breaking against the rocky outcrops, the noise of the thin bamboo cane could just be heard. A cool clean SWITT as the thin bendy wood smacked against Jane’s up-ended bottom-cheeks. The holiday makers were too far away. And too absorbed in their own pleasures to hear Jane’s desperate pleas. ‘Please… no…oooo! Please…’ Jane danced a lively dance that night, her bare feet padding against the rough chalet flooring. ‘Jesus… Christ…’ she gasped, as she anxiously massaged that area of her bottom where the stick had landed, raising long angry tramlines of bright red pain.
Jane never learned a lesson. Not even a lesson well and clearly applied. Before those red tramlines had faded, she had been ordered to report, yet again, to the blue chalet. Yet, despite the knowledge that he would cane her again, right across those cane marks which still ached from last night’s punishment, she was seen to approach the old chalet with almost a jaunty, nonchalant attitude. She rapped loudly upon the old blue door, and almost skipped inside.
Demure as always, Jane listened to the expected lecture. ‘Another caning, Jane. Despite last night. Obviously, that has had no effect on you. No effect whatsoever.’ She remained silent, sweet and innocent, as always. ‘There is no alternative, is there?’ Jane stood upright and stared at the man. ‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Yes… there… is… an alternative…’ He stood, listening, the cane lying still in his right hand, waiting to be brought into action. Jane stared at the man, fixing her blue eyes upon him. Slowly, she reached to her shoulders, and slipped first one, and then the other strap down her bare arms. Carefully, evenly, inch by inch, she edged her swimsuit down, away from her delightfully-shaped body, until her firm breasts, still glistening with moisture from her final dip in the pool, were bared. The excitement and intimacy of the moment was expressed in her pretty deep pink nipples which stood out firmly and quivered so exquisitely.
She walked slowly towards him, her bare feet making no noise upon the rough flooring. ‘Please… there is an alternative…’ She stood so close to him, and he could sense that strong aromatic perfume which she always wore, even after bathing. Her lips and her breasts were almost touching him as she took hold of her swimsuit, now resting around her hips, and pushed it further down. Then one step back, she raised her arms and allowed the damp garment to slither down her long slender legs to her ankles. Naked, she stood before him. ‘You can do what you like…’
There was silence in the old blue chalet. He stepped towards her, and placed his hands either side of her hips, turning her towards him, and then away, twisting her, staring at her bareness. ‘Well? Do you like what you see?’ she breathed. knowing that he was looking at her so intimately, and knowing that her body was already responding. She knew he was looking at her nipples, now so protruded and red, and firm…
He nodded. ‘Yes. I do like what I see.’ He moved towards her again, her hands about her waist, moving her closer to the table, turning her away from him. ‘You’re a very beautiful girl, Jane. Very beautiful.’ He was staring at her lovely bare bottom, and those strong healthy thighs. ‘Yes. I like what I see very much.’ He moved her closer to the table, and applied gentle pressure against the nape of her neck, beneath her pretty curls. ‘But you are still a disobedient, untrustworthy, unreliable, deceitful young woman, aren’t you?’
Despite her protest, pretty young Jane found herself placed face down across the table with her bare bottom curved and elevated in just the right position for punishment. ‘Don’t ever try that again… Jane,’ was the man’s advice, as the whippy bamboo quivered in the air. ‘Don’t ever try to bribe me, young lady…’Darkness settled upon the camp site. The families and the young lovers, right across the site, went to bed, and to their own private dreams. From the blue chalet there was but the occasional familiar sound. SWITT! SWITT! Jane danced a lively dance that night, naked as the day she was born. And he gave her a very special lesson, later that night. One which Miss Jane would never forget…