This story is written by David, please send comments and appreciation to voondave@yahoo.co.uk

The A.F.P.,the Authoritarian Female Party,were swept to power,in an all time record landslide victory,by a British voting public that was desperate to rid itself of a bumbling,predominantly male Government,that was leading Britain into economic ruin,and did not do enough to get the workshy malingerers and idle layabouts of the Long Term Unemployed,off the Dole queue,where they had been bleeding the country dry of it’s dwindling resources,for years.

I,myself,had been the first person to arrive at my local polling booth on Election Day,and,believing that better times were just around the corner,should the Authoritarian Female Party come to power,I voted for the A.F.P. On that Election Day Friday,the Authoritarian Female Party overwhelmed any such token political resistance as there was,like an avalanche,overcoming anyone and everyone,either too unfortunate or too unwise,to find themselves standing in it’s way.

Then,on the following Monday,I was ‘arrested’ at my home,by 2 young Community Service Officers,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,who were unemployed,themselves,on the previous Friday,but who now were finding themselves in well paid,satisfying jobs,in positions of authority,overseeing,and ‘chastising’ people such as myself,male members of the Long Term Unemployed.After having my Community Servant’s Order read to me by C.S.O. Karen,on my own doorstep,as she smiled,mockingly at me,and chewed bubble gum,and blew bubbles until they burst,I was taken by them,and,under their escort,I was brought before the commanding presence of the Community Services Liaison Officer,who assigned me to my new duties as a Community Servant,to work and serve in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,until I could find a job of gainful employment.I had been working and serving in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,for 4 weeks now.

And so,when I turned up for work at the ‘Sock Room’ on the following Monday,at the start of my 5^th week,I was not overly surprised,when my supervisors,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,interrupted my mid morning coffee break,and C.S.O. Karen politely enquired of me,with a smile that almost had the beginnings of warmth,in it,”david,how would you feel about working a little bit of overtime,in the ‘Sock Room’?” Before I could reply,C.S.O. Linda chipped in,”I am sure that you could use the extra money,david”.C.S.O. Linda was right,of course,I did need the extra money,but,the idea of spending any more time working in the ‘Sock Room’,than I absolutely had to,was about as welcome to me,as a foot massage,to a gout sufferer.And so,replying to C.S.O. Karen’s question,I said,with absolute conviction and certainty,expressed in my voice,”oh,no,Miss Karen! 40 hours per week,working in the ‘Sock Room’,is quite enough for me,thankyou!”. But then,C.S.O. Linda chilled my blood with her icy tone,when she said,”oh,is it really,david?” And I was left feeling distinctly uneasy,and concerned,after our short interchange of words,and it was not long,before I was to suffer the results of my incompliance.

Then,only about 20 minutes later,as I had been commanded,I was sniffing a rather overweight lady’s stinky,sweaty,socked feet,as she lay on her back on 1 of the recliners,while C.S.O. Linda rested her cane against my bare bottom,as a ‘reminder’,with my shorts pulled down around my ankles,as per the text book manual,when my other supervisor tapped me on my shoulder with her cane. C.S.O. Karen showed me a perfectly clean and pressed pair of white jogging socks,and she exclaimed to me,with exaggerated drama,”look at the state of these jogging socks,david! Do you think that Miss Linda and I are going to tolerate your shoddy work?” Of course,I knew better by now,than to argue,or even to protest,with my supervisors,so I simply,and apologetically replied,”no,Miss Karen”.Then,without further ado,with their canes,and while my nose was buried deep into the stinky socked toes of the rather over plump lady on the recliner,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda stood on either side of me,C.S.O. Karen to my left,as she is right handed,and C.S.O. Linda to my right,as she is left handed,and then they simultaneously delivered 6 mighty whacks each,to my bare buttock nearest to them.And,to the rapturous delight of the over plump lady on the recliner,at this unexpected,though wholly welcome bonus,my eyes watered,as I was unable to stop myself from crying at the pain,with my nose still buried in her stinky socked toes,and she ‘rubbed it in’,as she scrunched her toes over my nose,over and over,in her sheer ecstasy of the moment,the moment of her pleasure,at the expense of my pain,and humiliation.This would be something to amuse her friends with later,when she told them of this happy event,during her lunch break.Now,after this somewhat impromptu ‘6 of the best’,C.S.O. Karen ordered me,sharply,”now,get back to work,david!”

With the pain in my bottom throbbing away madly,as I hand washed females dirty socks,in the huge,deep hand wash sink,I puzzled over the reason for my arbitrary caning,by my young supervisors,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda.Usually,when a pair of socks that I had washed and ironed,failed to pass their inspection,they did not usually cane me for it.They would merely order me to put them back into the hot soaking sink,and to wash and press them again,with a warning to “do them properly this time,david!” But,I knew that those socks had been perfectly washed and pressed.The punishment canings that I had received so far,had,actually,been as the result of a complaint from a girl,or a lady,to the effect that the pair of socks that they had selected from the shelves were not clean,or poorly pressed,or both.But,all of the pairs of socks on the shelves,had passed the close,critical inspection of my 2 supervisors,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda.Some of these cruel females would berate and badger me,first,as they criticised the results of my diligent and painstaking work in their behalf,and they would contemptuously and gleefully throw pair after pair of clean,pressed socks,into the huge,hot soaking sink,forcing me to wash and press them all over again,before finally ‘complaining’ to my supervisors,about their ‘dissatisfaction’,with me,’Community Servant david 007’. This form of cruelty amused my tormentors greatly.For they so loved to add,perfectly needlessly,to my already impossible,insurmountable workload,of females dirty socks.Then,the ‘icing on the cake’ for them,was to then see me ‘chastised’ by my supervisors,for my ‘shoddy’ work,as a direct result of their ‘complaints’.

Then,during the busiest part of my day,the lunch hour between 12-00 – 1-00. (my own lunch break was between 11-00 – 11-30),when the girls and ladies would leave their schools,offices,and factories for their lunch break,and some of them would pop into the ‘Sock Room’,to change their socks,for nice,fresh,clean ones.And,there was invariably a small number of them,who would have me,as a ‘Sock Room’ Community Servant’,lick their feet clean,for them,before they returned to their school,office,or factory,and,it was during this,the busiest time of my working day,in the ‘Sock Room’,that,at the hands of my guards,supervisors,and ‘chastisers’,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,that I received my second,more severe,and devastatingly humiliating thrashing of that day.

Chatting to some of the lunchtime sock changing members of the female public,as they fussily selected pairs of the clean,pressed socks available to them from the many shelves,it was C.S.O. Linda,who selected from the shelves,just as carefully,the most perfectly washed and pressed pair of schoolgirl’s long white socks,that she could find,and,after showing this immaculately laundered pair of schoolgirl’s long white socks around,to all the lunchtime sock changing females in the ‘Sock Room’,who all knew,by now,that something was going on,that something ‘fun’ was about to happen,it was C.S.O. Linda,who tapped me on my shoulder with her cane,to get my attention,as I bent over the huge sink,where I laboriously,yet diligently and painstakingly hand washed all of the Town’s females dirty socks,and where she was now ominously joined,by C.S.O. Karen.

When I turned around,upon feeling a cane tapping my shoulder,it was C.S.O. Linda,who held that pristine pair of schoolgirl’s long white socks up in front of my face,and,with all the females in the ‘Sock Room’ now gone quiet,in a hushed excited anticipation,of some delightful,splendid fun,of some sort,for,seeing the Community Servants receive a good caning,was a wonderfully diverting and pleasing novelty,that time did not dull,it seemed,and the Community Service Officers,never seemed to tire,either,of exercising their powers and their authority,at their complete discretion,in their newly acquired positions,of overseeing and ‘chastising’ their new charges,those unfortunate creatures,of which I was 1 of their number,the Community Servants.And now,C.S.O. Linda,knowing that she commanded the full attention of myself,and of all the females in the ‘Sock Room’,and playing to her audience,now,somewhat over dramatically,she began,accusingly,”just look at this dirty pair of schoolgirl’s socks,david! These socks are supposed to be clean,david! Do you think that these dirty socks are fit for a schoolgirl to put on her feet,and for her to wear them to school?” And there was not a female in the ‘Sock Room’,who did not have an amused,or a cruel smile on her face,as I replied,”no,Miss Linda”. C.S.O. Linda now informed her very attentive,exclusively female audience,importantly,and with huge,phony gravitas,”this is not the first time today,ladies,no,not the first time,at all,but it is the second time,ladies,the second time today,that we have found Community Servant david 007,woefully lacking in his work,that we have found him derelict in his duties,in the ‘Sock Room’,and that we have found him totally lacking,in professionalism.And we,myself and C.S.O. Karen,have both already both administered ‘6 of the best’,with our canes,to his bare bottom.Yet still”,here,C.S.O. Linda held aloft the ‘offending’ pair of schoolgirls long white socks,”is the undeniable proof,that he has still not learned his lesson,that he does not take his duties,in the ‘Sock Room’,seriously enough,and that he does not show the proper respect due to us all,with his pathetically unsatisfactory performance of his important work,here,in the ‘Sock Room’,and that he makes clear,with his disrespect to us,that he does not appreciate,what an honour,it is,that we bestow upon him,and what a privilege,it is for him,to be specially chosen,to be allowed,to wash and iron our dirty socks,for us.”

And now,at the end of C.S.O. Linda’s inflammatory speech,her damning indictment,of myself,Community Servant david 007,an ‘outraged’ cry went up,from all of the females in the ‘Sock Room’,and,it was to my fear and dismay,that I heard the many shouted demands,of,”cane him again,guards!”,and,”he must be punished!”,and,”teach him a lesson!”,and,”let me cane him!”,and,”no,let me!” Now,with the mounting hysteria of the ‘outraged’ females threatening to get out of hand,it was the calming influence of C.S.O. Karen,who raised her hands appeasingly,and,when their shouts and shrieks had quieted sufficiently,she addressed the expectant,and anticipatory females. “Community Servant david 007,has been found guilty,of grievously offending against schoolgirls,by not washing their socks properly.Are there 6 schoolgirls here,who would like to represent schoolgirls,and to receive his abject,pathetic apologies,as he receives his ‘chastisement’,of ’12 of the best’,to each of his bare buttocks,24 strokes of the cane,in all,to be administered by myself,and C.S.O. Linda?” Immediately,I heard several excited squeals of girlish enthusiasm,as 6 schoolgirls elbowed their way forward.to where the recliners were waiting for them,and,where I was waiting for them,and they came and stood by the recliners,having apparently selected themselves,as the representatives of offended,and insulted schoolgirls,to be the recipients of my abject,pathetic apologies,as I received my ‘chastisement’,and I could see that there were several sulking,pouting,disappointed schoolgirls,who would have to content themselves,with witnessing me receive my punishment caning,my ‘chastisement’,in their behalf.

Now,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,were ready to commence ‘chastisement’ proceedings,and they ordered me to stand exactly where I had stood,for my earlier caning,in the ‘Sock Wash’ area,on the lower level of the ‘Sock Room’,facing the foot of the recliner that was to be used in these ‘chastisement’ proceedings,and which was now occupied,by the first of the 6 schoolgirls,who were to receive my abject,pathetic apologies,as I received my official ‘chastisement’,for offending them,and insulting them,by not washing their socks properly.

The soles of her feet,in her long white socks,were now directly in front of my face,mere inches away,as I stood against,and faced,the ‘ Sock Wash ’ wall,with the recliner above it,on the upper level. The soles of her socks,were very dark and grimy,as though she walked about a lot without her shoes on.The heels,the balls of her feet,and the toes area of her socks,were almost black,with accumulated dirt and grime.Even accounting for her going without her shoes on,a lot,it was still quite apparent to me,that she had been wearing this pair of socks,for days on end.And,now that her feet were mere inches from my face,I was almost overpowered,by her sour,acidic,vinegary foot stench.But,I did not dare to betray my acute distress,my repugnancy,of her unbelievably stinky feet.As she sat up on the recliner,and looked at me,her face was a picture of excitement,and anticipation,and her eyes lit up,as she saw the fear,and humiliation,which was plain enough for all of the female onlookers to see,on,what was to them,the open book,of my face.

She was a very plain looking girl,with the pimples of acne,further spoiling her rather unprepossessing,young features,though her excitement animated her whole face.Then,and witnessed by all of the female onlookers in the ‘Sock Room’,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda  pulled down my shorts,around my ankles,as per the ‘Chastisement’ text book manual,and,I was thankful for small mercies,as the ‘Sock Wash’ wall hid my ‘shame’ from all of the females on the upper level of the ‘Sock Room’. And now,it was C.S.O. Linda,who ordered,”come on!,get on with it,david!”,as she and C.S.O. Karen rested their canes against my bare buttocks,”offer her your most grovelling apologies,david!”,she further commanded me.

And so,my ‘chastisement’ began.This first schoolgirl’s name,was Sally,and so I now said to her,with her grimy,stinky socked feet,just inches away from my face,at the foot of the recliner,”I am very,very sorry,Miss Sally,for not washing schoolgirls socks properly,and I most humbly beg your forgiveness,Miss Sally”,I apologised,abjectly,and pathetically,as ordered.In response,Miss Sally shouted at me,imperiously,”you must do better in future,david!”,as though she was a school teacher,scolding a rather lazy and inept pupil.Then,as ordered by my guards,my supervisors,my ‘chastisers’,I carefully removed the dirty,stinky,long white socks,from Miss Sally’s feet,then,in a gesture of abject,pathetic apology,and of my lowly humbleness,as directed,by my 2 young ‘chastisers’,I pressed my lips in a most respectful kiss,on the ball of Miss Sally’s left foot,and,as she delightedly cupped her stinky toes over my nose,I was almost overpowered,by the pungency,of her sour,acidic,vinegary foot aroma,and then,in tandem with Miss Sally’s shouted,dominating command of,”sniff,david!”,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda simultaneously administered gleeful,malicious,powerful,stinging strokes of their canes,that carried all the combined weight of their enthusiasm and authority,expertly and unerringly,to my already sore,bare buttocks.And,Miss Sally,milking her moment of glory to the full,would not allow me to cry out,in my pain and misery,as she firmly pressed the ball of her foot to my lips,and scrunched her stinky toes tightly over my nose,to ensure that I got the full ‘benefit’ of her stinky foot aroma,as the canes repeatedly,mercilessly struck home,savagely inflicting twin bolts of firey agony,and anguish.Then,as ordered by my guards,I most humbly placed my lips, in a most respectful,reverent kiss,to the ball of Miss Sally’s right foot,as she once again cruelly cupped her stinky,vinegary toes over my nose,and again,upon her triumphant,ecstatic order of “sniff,david!”,my guards,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,once more enthusiastically,and simultaneously,thrashed my bare buttocks with their canes,and,such a look of power,of exultancy,lit up the plain features of Miss Sally’s young face,still further,as she powerfully scrunched her stinky,nauseating toes on my nose,as though she was trying to squeeze out the last few reluctant drops from a lemon,as she rapturously savoured the humiliated and anguished expression,on my miserable,tear streaked face,before she finally,reluctantly,relinquished her powerful toehold,from my nose,and let me go.And,I cannot describe my feelings,as I listened to the shouts,cries,screams,and even,howls,of uproarious female laughter,enjoyment,and approval,as Miss Sally,smiling widely,finally,and with the greatest reluctance,as though she was already coming to regard it as her rightful throne,vacated the recliner,and made way for the second of the 6 schoolgirls,for my ‘chastisement’ to continue,and to witness it,in the most agreeable manner,possible,and at the closest possible quarters.At their feet.

At the end of my punishment caning,or,as it is officially termed,’chastisement’,by C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,I was a brutalised,trembling,wailing,snot nosed,tear drenched,self pitying wreck.But,all of the female witnesses to my humiliating,soul crushing caning,and especially the 6 schoolgirl participants in my ‘chastisement’,went back to their schools,offices,factories,and other workplaces,with broad,happy smiles on their light hearted faces,and there was a light,jubilant spring,to their steps,for,witnessing the ‘chastisement’ of Community Servants,was a great stress reliever,and,any passers by who happened to see these females then,would have had the most distinct impression,that all was well,in their worlds,that all was very well,indeed.And,as the last of them left the ‘Sock Room’,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda roughly pulled up my shorts,and C.S.O. Linda barked at me,”you must think we want to look at your scrawny bare buttocks all day,david! Go on then! Get on with your work,david! Wash these schoolgirl’s dirty socks!”,she shouted,pointing at the small pile of 6 pairs of long,white,schoolgirls dirty socks on the floor,at the foot of the recliner,where I had received my punishment caning,my ‘chastisement’,at the stinky,smelly feet of the 6 schoolgirls,who had selected themselves as the recipients of my abject,pathetic apologies,as I received my ‘chastisement’,at their feet.

The pain in my bottom,from the ‘chastisement’ that I had received from C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,was all but unbearable,was almost mind numbing,in it’s firey intensity.It was a living being,that existed and thrived,at the very fore front of my consciousness,and would not allow me the mercy,of a single moment’s respite,of a single moment’s peace.I tried,futilely,to outrun,out manoeuvre,this pain demon,by trying to bury my mind in my work.Bent over the huge,deep  sink,hand washing pair after endless pair of dirty (and sometimes clean),females socks.i now reflected,on my miserable,abject,soul destroying predicament,my hopeless,despairing situation.I did not think it was possible for me now,to find the job of gainful employment,that could be my only ‘passport’ out of the ‘Sock Room’.The A.F.P.,the Authoritarian Female Party,had made it increasingly difficult for the Long Term Unemployed males,already serving as Community Servants,such as myself,to get jobs,as they were now an important source of cheap labour.And,the A.F.P. wanted to keep it that way.I now found myself,a man of 52,forced to work and serve in my home town’s ‘Sock Room’,for my Unemployment Benefit Payments,and finding myself bullied,and abused,and terrorised,by 2 young C.S.O.’s,who I estimated to be still in their late teens,and who were unemployed themselves,until the A.F.P. came to power,and took them off the Dole queue,,and put them into positions of authority and power,in well paid jobs,overseeing and ‘chastising’ Community Servants,such as myself.Brought to this low state,I now found myself wishing the next 13 years of my life away,when I would reach the official age of male retirement,at 65. The Authoritarian Female Party,led by the new Prime Minister,Caroline Flint,of who’s concept,of the ‘Sock Room’,was her own personal brainchild,and was the second most popular initiative that the A.F.P. had introduced so far,second only,to the abolition of income tax,to all female workers.And I remembered now,with the most acute sense of bitterness,that,on Election Day,I had been the very first person in my local polling booth,and I confidently cast my vote in favour of the A.F.P.,in the misplaced belief,that they would usher in more prosperous times,and that better times,would be just around the corner.and my legs almost buckled under me,as the thought of the cruel,almost savage intensity of this irony,now revisited me. On Election Night,I had quietly celebrated at home,the all time record landslide victory,of the A.F.P.,with a modest bottle of red wine that I could not afford,in the belief that better times were just around the corner.Instead,I,a man of 52,had been assigned,by the Community Services Liaison Officer,to work and serve in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,until further notice,or until I found a job of gainful employment.There,condemned to the mind numbing,and the back breaking drudgery,of washing the dirty socks of the Town’s females,and to press them to perfection.,and I was told to look upon my new position,my new status,as one of great privilege.Now,my misery plumbed the depths,as I recalled the day that I,a man of 52,had been ‘arrested at my home,on the morning of the very first day that the A.F.P. assumed Office,by 2 young female thugs,or,to use the Official term,Community Service Officers,who I estimated to be still in their late teens,and who had been unemployed themselves,as I was,and picked up the same £80. per week Unemployment Benefit as I did,just prior to their employment,and automatic membership of the all powerful A.F.P.and I was escorted by them,in full view of my onlooking neighbours,to the Community Services Operations Centre,so that duties could be assigned to me,to the effect that I would henceforth be forced to earn my Unemployment Benefit Payments,of £80. per week,by working and serving in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,for 40 hours per week.

These sad and unpalatable facts,churned around and around in my miserable head,like sour,rancid milk,that could only produce sour,rancid cheese,and the more I dwelt on the hopelessness of my predicament,the more I increased my own wretchedness.

Now,I was roused from my doleful daydreams,by C.S.O.’s  Karen and Linda,who were tapping me on my shoulder with their canes.”Quit slacking,david!”,bellowed C.S.O. Linda,in my face,and I cringingly bent to my work,over the huge,deep,hand washing sink,with renewed,fear powered effort.Then,I again felt a cane,tapping on my shoulder,to get my attention,and I turned around to see C.S.O. Karen,hold of a perfectly clean and pressed pair of C.S.O. yellow cotton ankle socks,and,it was clear,that she was pretending to look,to scrutinise closely,at some imaginary imperfection,in the quality of their laundering.And now,C.S.O. Karen asked me,innocently,casually,sweetly,almost,”david,Miss Linda and I were wondering,if you have given any further thought,yet,about what we asked you this morning,about you working a little bit of overtime,here,in the ‘Sock Room’?”  As C.S.O. Karen spoke to me,both she,and C.S.O. Linda,flexed their canes,meaningfully,and now,the penny finally dropped. I now fully understood,that my earlier canings,and humiliations,my ‘chastisements’,had more to do with them,than just simple,callous cruelty and humiliation,but had an underlying,pernicious,,but practical and particular,purpose,and were designed to persuade me,to assist me in coming around to my senses,to get me to come around to the idea of applying to them,to be allowed to work some overtime in the ‘Sock Room’. The reason for this,of course,was that they could then earn the extremely generous overtime rates,that had recently been announced by the Community Services Minister,Madeline Steel,for guarding,and supervising me,and inspecting my work,and,of course,for ‘chastising’ me,at their discretion.I understood now,and I was at a loss,as to why I did not understand earlier,that C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,were not about to allow me,Community Servant david 007,to stand in the way of them earning those very lucrative,new,premium overtime rates,simply for,in essence,frivolously whiling away their duty hours,by amusing themselves in their Office,while I ,Community Servant david 007,washed and ironed an impossible workload,a never ending supply,of dirty,sweaty,grimy,females socks.Now,C.S.O. Karen,growing impatient with me,said,and her voice was full of an awful authority,and of a dire warning,”we are waiting,david!”.Knowing fully,what C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda expected to hear from me now,I replied,”yes,Miss Karen. Miss Karen,Miss Linda,please may I apply to you,to work some overtime,in the ‘Sock Room’,as I could use the extra money?” C.S.O. Karen,smiling,now,asked me,”would you like to work an extra 4 hours a day,david,from 8 a.m. – 9 p.m.? It’s only another 20 hours per week,david,and it will help you to keep on top of your workload,won’t it?” And C.S.O. Linda chipped in,”yes,david,just think of all the extra females dirty socks that you will be able to hand wash,and iron for us,with an extra 20 hours per week..Well,david,what do you say?”

Thoroughly appalled,by the notion of working a further 20 hours per week,in the drudge house,the hell hole,of the ‘Sock Room’,I nevertheless knew,that unless I spoke the words that they wanted to hear,I would continue to feel their wrath,and their cruel,expert cane strokes on my bare bottom,would be the fearsome expressions of their combined displeasure,and annoyance,and I knew that I could not bear that,I knew that C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda would wear out their canes on my bare buttocks,until I submitted to their demands of me.

And so,that was how I heard myself saying,”please,Miss Karen,please,Miss Linda,may I apply to you,to work 4 hours a day of overtime,in the ‘Sock Room’?”. And,C.S.O. Karen,smiling broadly,now,replied,”yes,david.You may start your new working hours,from next Monday.Now,get back to work,david!”,she ordered,harshly.

And so ended the Monday of my 5^th week,of working and serving in the ‘Sock Room’,and the rest of that week passed relatively uneventful.

On Friday evening,at the end of my 5^th week of servitude,as a Community Servant working in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,at home,as I watched the late evening news on T.V. ,the Works and Pensions Minister,Susan Stone,proudly announced that the Official Retirement Age for all males,whether working,or earning their Unemployment Benefit Payments,was to rise,from 65,to 70.The amount of State Pension that they would receive,would be the same amount as the current rate of Unemployment Benefit,at that time.Meanwhile,the current Official Retirement Age for females,was to be reduced,to 30. The amount of State Pension,that females would receive,would be calculated at 50% of their average earnings,during their working life. Unemployed females,upon their reaching retirement age,would continue to receive their generous Government hand outs,or,’Living Allowance’,to use the Official term.

I was brooding,in deepest resentment,at this news,and at this latest,soul crushing blow,of the male retirement age rising,from 65,to 70,when an item on the local news,caught my attention, The neutral expression on the face of the female news presenter,softened,into an attractive smile,as she came to the light hearted ending,of the news programme. “And,finally”,she said,in a tone designed to prepare the viewers,for the customary,amusing finale,to the news programme,”it was reported this week,that Community Servant david 007” (and here,the very attractive female news presenter,indulged herself,in the customary chuckle evoked,at the very idea of a Community Servant,having such an identity number,before she collected herself,and went on),”the Town’s ‘Sock Room’ Community Servant,received a punishment caning,of 24 of ‘the best’,administered by his guards,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,of 12 simultaneous strokes of the cane,each,to his bare buttocks,and with his uniform shorts pulled down around his ankles,as per the text book manual,and his ‘chastisement’ was witnessed,by over 20 angry,and outraged members of the female public,for failing to maintain the high standards of professionalism,expected of him. Community Servant david 007,received his ‘chastisement’,as he made his abject,pathetic apologies,to 6 selected members of those that he had offended against.Schoolgirls”,she informed the viewers,with an amused smirk.Then,her face articulately conveying the message to the viewers,that there were more worldly,more important matters to apprise the viewers of,than the irrelevant, inconsequential ‘chastisement’ of a lowly Community Servant,as she turned to the Weather Girl,and said,brightly,”now,lets see what the weather is up to,with Sophie Frost”.

And now,at the end of the 5^th week of rule,under the Authoritarian Female Party,as I turned off the T.V. ,and was preparing to go to bed,I thought to myself,that the weather,was the least of my problems.For,from Monday,I would be working and serving in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,from 8 a.m. – 9 p.m. Monday – Friday. 4 hours of overtime per day. 20 hours of overtime per week. In the ‘Sock Room’,the weather was always hot and steamy,but,it was not the humid conditions of the localised weather of the ‘Sock Room’,that could trigger off thunderous bolts of lightning pain,it was the canes of my 2 young supervisors, C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda.  But,as I was going to find out,things were about to get a lot worse,for Community Servant david 007.

My COMMUNITY SERVICE continues,in Part 5.