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

The AFP, the Authoritarian Female Party, under the Leadership of Caroline Flint, was going to win the next, and imminently up-coming British General Election, and a second successive Term in Office.

It was quite inevitable, and, no one in Britain doubted this inevitability, any more than they doubted, that the sun would rise in the morning, or, that God made little green apples.


I,Community Servant david 007,pondered,dejectedly,and despairingly,over this unhappy certainty,as I bent to my tedious and humiliating tasks,over 1 of the deep sinks in the ‘Sock Room’,where,5 years ago,I had been assigned to work as a Community Servant,to earn my Unemployment Benefit Payments,by washing the dirty socks of my home Town’s female population,in the ‘Sock Room’. It had been the most thankless, humiliating, and soul destroying of endeavours.


Apart from 2 admissions to the local hospital,the first of which,was the result of an unfortunate,though wholly avoidable accident in the ‘Sock Room’,due to the playful ebullience and over exuberance of my 2 young Supervisors,Community Service Officers (CSO’s) Karen and Linda,in which I sustained 2 cracked ribs,and a bump to the head against 1 of the deep sock wash sinks, that left me comatose for many weeks,and,a second,much shorter admission to hospital,to be treated for the increasingly common,exhausted condition, that was afflicting the greatly over worked and abused Community Servants,and which necessitated their temporary,though highly inconvenient removal from Service,the condition which was known as ‘Premature Burnout Syndrome’,I had served in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,for the whole of the AFP’s first Term in Office,of 5 years.

Today, was Friday. Tomorrow, Saturday, was going to be the day of the British General Election, the day, when the great British voting Public would make their wishes known, as to which Political Party they wished to govern their country.

That is, those who were ELIGIBLE to vote, would be in a position to make their wishes known.

I, Community Servant david 007, alas, would not be among those privileged ranks, who would be casting their votes at the Ballot Box, come tomorrow, Saturday. Only males who were in gainful employment, were allowed to vote. Community Servants, such as myself, and retired males were no longer eligible to vote, under the new laws that were brought in by the AFP, soon after they assumed power.

But, under this same act of legislation, unemployed, and retired females WERE eligible to cast their votes, and to make their wishes known, as to which Political Party should be elected, in accordance as to who would best serve them, and further their interests.

This,was why there could be little doubt entertained,by any British citizen with half an eye on the General Election,as to which Political Party would be forming the British Government.

Female voters,far outnumbered their male counterparts,and,while every male voter would most certainly vote against the Authoritarian Female Party,by the same token,it was equally certain,that no voting female,would think,even for a fleeting moment,of voting for anyone other,than the AFP.

And, no wonder! The females of Britain,were certainly not about to give up,all of the wonderful rights and benefits that they had been enjoying,for the last 5 years,since the AFP had come into power,and,all that they had to do,to ensure the continuation of this happy and splendid state of affairs,for them,was to cast their votes,tomorrow,in favour of the Authoritarian Female Party.

The females of Britain , had never had it so good!

And, the females of Britain , fully intended to keep it that way!

It was now 5pm on Friday,and there was relief,at last,from bending over the hot and steamy deep sinks,and from hand washing the never ending workload of females dirty socks,and my 2 Supervisors,CSO’s Karen and Linda,were ready to close the ‘Sock Room’ for the day.

CSO Karen said to me, sarcastically,”ok, special agent, it’s 5 o’clock. Let’s go. We know you would rather stay here in the ‘Sock Room’ all night,washing all of those females dirty socks nice and clean,but we happen to have better things to do with our time,than watching YOUR every boring,tedious move,david”. CSO Linda chimed in with her agreement, and, not wanting to be outdone by her friend and colleague, in the sarcasm stakes, she quipped,”yeah, that’s right,007! WE have got a life, even if YOU haven’t!! Oh, and david, you will be sure, won’t you, to vote for the AFP, tomorrow? Oh, but, silly me! I forgot! You are not allowed to vote anymore, are you, david?”, said CSO Linda,mockingly,and goadingly. “No,Miss Linda”,I replied,respectfully,and taking the greatest of care,in not betraying my burning resentment through my tone,for,even now,at 5pm,it was still not too late,for my 2 young Supervisors,CSO’s Karen and Linda,to wield their canes,and to give me ‘something to think about’,as I walked home from work.

CSO’s Karen and Linda laughed together in amusement, and joviality, at their sarcastic and cruel jibes at my expense, and at my struggles, to keep ‘a civil tongue’ in my head, at their goading provocations.

Then, as CSO Karen locked the door to the ‘Sock Room’, she said to me, in the usual manner of her casual dismissal,”ok, special agent, get lost. We’ll see you on Monday, david, and, don’t be late. Unless,of course, you want us to warm your scrawny bottom for you, with our canes”. “I’ll be early, Miss Karen”, I assured her, in what had become our ritualistic,Friday parting comments.

Little did any of us suspect,though,that,due to a change to the working regulations regarding the Community Servants,that I,Community Servant david 007,would not,in fact,be returning to work in the ‘Sock Room’ on Monday,and that the tedious,humiliating,and soul destroying duties, and the sheer, mind numbing drudgery, of hand washing the dirty socks of the Town’s females,would become the workaday business of some other,hapless and unfortunate Community Servant.

When I got home,I showered,and then I ate a rather hastily prepared dinner,so as to be sure of sitting in front of my TV by 6pm,when there was to be a Party Political Broadcast by the Authoritarian Female Party,and which was to be their last,before the General Election tomorrow,Saturday.



The Leader of the AFP, Caroline Flint, evoked in me, the vision of a strikingly beautiful, but malignant Goddess, and she was at her most confident and charismatic, as she addressed the British Nation for the final time, before the General Election, tomorrow.

And, why shouldn’t she be confident, given all of the wonderful Election promises that she was in a position to offer, to the female voters of Britain . And, of course, it would be the far greater numbers of the female Electorate, who would carry the day, and who would ensure, that Caroline Flint and her all female Government, would remain in power.



That Friday evening, as I watched TV, it was glaringly obvious, that the result of tomorrow’s General Election was being treated as a foregone conclusion, and, the many talk shows were all about the same topical subjects, of the promised new facilities for the female populace, and the plethora of female friendly new laws that were to be implemented,that would make life in general,even better and even sweeter,for them.



Caroline Flint promised, and, by now, after 5 years of being Governed by the AFP, every citizen in Britain knew, many, such as myself and every other Community Servant in the land, to their great cost, that Caroline Flint was a woman who kept her promises, and she promised, that the AFP would administer essential new working regulations pertaining to Community Servants, to tackle the worsening problems of ‘Premature Burnout Syndrome’, the debilitating effects of which, increasingly alarming numbers of Community Servants suffered from, and that was the cause of a grave and growing concern among the female population, who had, over the last 5 years, become quite accustomed to being served by them, to the point of actually taking the meek and submissive service of the cowed Community Servants for granted, under the female friendly rule of the Authoritarian Female Party Government.

Caroline Flint promised the fretful females of Britain, that effective new measures would be introduced, designed to ensure that Community Servants would stay fitter and healthier for longer, so as to be sure of getting the optimum service from them, for as long as possible, and thereby keeping the troublesome and tiresome inconvenience of their temporary unavailability, from ‘Premature Burnout Syndrome’, down to an absolute minimum.



Also,and this came as something of a great surprise, even as a shock, to me,as I listened to her,intently, as Caroline Flint announced,that in the event of the AFP remaining in power,the Community Servants would work to a new rotation system,that would place them in new Work Assignments,of 6 months duration,in new,2 man teams,and under the Supervision of different Community Service Officers.

This brand new initiative,would begin with immediate effect,and the Community Servants were put on notice,by Caroline Flint,that they were to report to their local Community Services Liaison Officer,to be assigned to their new 6 months Work Assignments,and to their new CSO’s,and also,to their new work partners.

This amazing revelation, at first, had me literally jumping for joy! I could not believe it! I was actually going to be relieved, of my work duties of the last 5 years,of my tedious,humiliating,and soul destroying job,in the hot and steamy and miserable environment of the ‘Sock Room’, under the cruel and vindictive Supervision of CSO’s Karen and Linda!

But, I soon came to my senses, as the sobering realization slowly sunk in, that I might escape the fire, only to find myself in the frying pan.



And, as I watched TV, that fateful Friday night, I saw that there were many highly disgruntled male protesters out on the streets, throughout the length and breadth of Britain .

These vociferous male protesters,were the male workers of Britain,who were the only males still allowed to vote,and the Headline Banners that they held aloft,pleaded and begged,and cried out their desperate message; ’PLEASE.PLEASE.PLEASE!!! FOR PITY’S SAKE!!! GIVE US A BETTER DEAL!!!!!’.

Their protest banner messages, and their pitiful and pathetic vocal entreaties, were, of course, made directly to the Authoritarian Female Party, for, it was highly unlikely, that anyone in Britain, least of all, those of the last remaining males who were still allowed to vote, by dint of their being in gainful employment, entertained even the slightest of doubts, as to who would be the victors of Saturday’s General Election.

I was saddened,and heartsick, that Friday evening as I watched TV,to see that some of those peaceful protests got out of hand,almost certainly,I strongly suspected,due to contingents of AFP agitators mingling in with the vociferous but peaceful male protesters,and goading them, wickedly and maliciously, to ill considered indiscretions, and resulting in many arrests.

The tragic consequences, of the seemingly unfortunate, though almost certainly contrived male protester’s arrests,was the automatic forfeit,without the possibility of appeal,of their precious jobs, jobs, which nowadays, were almost as scarce and unobtainable, as the proverbial rocking horse droppings of legend.

And, instead of going to work as usual on Monday, these callously wronged unfortunates, would now find themselves swelling the ever growing ranks of the oppressed and subjugated Community Servants, and working in tedious, humiliating, and soul crushing jobs, to earn their Unemployment Benefit Payments, working, as no more than and as no better than pitiable and pathetic drudges, for the insulting and grossly insufficient ‘remuneration package’ of £2 per hour, a rate of pay that had never gone up, for 40 hours per week.

They would find themselves queueing up, in the Community Services Liaison Office, waiting to be given new Work Assignments,such as hand washing females dirty socks,just as I had done for most of the last 5 years, in the ‘Sock Room’,and, they would then find themselves, placed under the Supervision of females, many of whom, were a new breed, so to speak, and who were ‘naturals’, for their line of work, and who were, more often than not, power mad, vindictive, malicious and sadistic CSO’s, who were more than delighted, to find themselves in their positions of authority, and to have the emasculated Community Servants in their corrupted power, and to Supervise their daily drudgery, and, the only enlivenment of which, to their soul crushing drudgery, would be their moments of chastisement,when their CSO’s, who loved their vocation, of Supervising and Chastising the exclusively male Community Servants, wielded their canes,and,after humiliatingly pulling down their uniform white work shorts, mercilessly thrashed their bare buttocks,more often than not,in front of other,gleeful and approving female witnesses.

On a good day, the Community Servants might only have to bear the vocal abuse and torment, and the belittling and humiliating and sarcastic comments, of their Supervisors, and any such females who had the time and inclination, to indulge themselves in that sphere of activity.

For, such was the lot, of most Community Servants, in the Britain ruled by the AFP.



From now on, proclaimed Caroline Flint, Community Servants would not be permitted to work more than 40 hours per week, as over-work was being diagnosed as one of the major factors, in causing ‘Premature Burnout Syndrome’, among the Community Servants.

From now on,explained Caroline Flint,there would simply be more Community Servants made available,to adequately serve the ever more demanding female population of Britain,and,added Caroline Flint,the male retirement age was being raised to 80,as a means of procuring some of those extra helping hands,of Community Servants,and these older males would be assigned to work,according to the state of their health and fitness. Caroline Flint stated,”no matter how old and decrepit they are, there will be the fewest possible exemptions, and we will find a way for them, to serve the females of Britain ”.



Finally, Caroline Flint, Leader of the Authoritarian Female Party, put the icing on her Electoral cake. “With immediate effect,as of Monday morning,in the event that the AFP are voted to remain in Government,our newest and latest initiative,of our introduction of the ‘Housework Squads’,will be launched”,announced Caroline Flint,proudly.

Her radiant and zealous smile was something to behold, as she went on, convincingly and persuasively, though, those to whom she appealed, were already convinced and persuaded, for, Caroline Flint, was proselytizing to the converted.

”Ladies! Just a quick, simple, and free phone call, to your local Community Services Liaison Officer, is all that will be needed, to request to have one of our new 2 man Community Servant teams sent to your home, to do your housework for you! So that YOU, don’t have to! Just think of it, ladies! Just as,for the last 5 years,thanks to our innovative and highly popular introduction of the ‘Sock Room’s,you have been able to have your dirty socks hand washed for you,by a Community Servant,from Monday,you will be able to simply pick up your phone,and request that one of our new 2 man Community Servant teams be sent to your home,at a time to suit your own convenience, either first thing in the morning, or right after Lunch, for you to direct and instruct them,to perform all of those tedious and tiresome,boring and bothersome,time consuming and time wasting chores,for you,so that YOU,ladies,no longer have to! And freeing up even more precious leisure time, for your selves to enjoy!”



To say, that the Saturday General Election results were an anti climax, would qualify as a vast understatement. The results had never been in doubt, and, as I again watched my TV on Saturday evening, those inevitable results were being confirmed, in towns and cities all over Britain . The Authoritarian Female Party,under the continued Leadership of Prime Minister Caroline Flint,and her all female Cabinet Ministers,would,in accordance with the stated wishes of the vast majority of the British Electorate,continue to serve in Government,for a second successive 5 year Term of Office.



I spent all of the following Sunday,watching the TV Talk Shows,and some of the more serious political discussions programmes,and,in watching those various TV programmes,I was struck by an incredible sense of déjà vu,as I was so vividly reminded,of all of those similar scenes of 5 years ago,when the Authoritarian Female Party first stormed to power,and initiated the installation of the apparatus of their new,all female Government,and,in doing so,setting in train,their systematic repression and subjugation,of the male population of Britain.



As I lay awake in bed that Sunday night, waiting for sleep to come to me, I wondered, about what tomorrow, Monday, might bring.

I wondered, what sort of work my new 6 months Work Assignment would be. I wondered, who my 2 new CSO’s would be, and whether I knew them, or anything about them. For, some of the CSO’s, as I well knew, had the most fearsome and frightful of reputations, and, not without very good reasons, either!

Now,I lay awake,fretting,and worrying about some of the more awful possibilities,of being Supervised by any of the many cruel,callous,and sadistic CSO’s that I knew,from personal experience,and who I had good reason to fear,and whose very sight,and whose very voices,put a chill in my heart,whenever I saw them or heard them.

Then, there were the CSO’s, who I had so far been lucky enough to avoid, and that I had heard about on the Community Servants grapevine, where bad news travels fast, and travels often.

Then,I sat up,suddenly wide awake again,as I thought of the possibility of Miss Sally becoming one of my new CSO’s,and of serving under her Supervision.

Miss Sally was now 23, and she was now a CSO, having somewhat belatedly fulfilled her dream of becoming a CSO, after staying on at school for Further Education, at the insistence of her parents.

Miss Sally had the most massive and incredible ego, where her feet were concerned, and, I had inadvertently earned myself a special place in her heart, for expressing, albeit falsely, my admiration for them.

Now, I remembered, clearly and distinctly, my obsequious efforts to ingratiate myself into her good books, while serving at her feet during a Chastisement session (on the trumped up charges of CSO’s Karen and Linda, for my being unamenable to their hints that I work over time in the ‘Sock Room’, so that they could earn a very lucrative rate of over time pay) , administered by CSO’s Karen and Linda in the ‘Sock Room’, efforts, in the vain and futile hopes, that she might show me some small mercies when she herself became a CSO. And, I remembered,that I swore to Miss Sally, that I loved her shapely and beautiful feet,and that I wanted to worship them,and to serve at her lovely feet,always,and forever.(Even though her feet were actually very stinky).

And,I also remembered,that Miss Sally was especially pleased,that I seemed prepared to be caned by my CSO’s,for speaking without permission, and for actually voicing my admiration of her feet,and,she took me at my word,accepting me, as her eternal foot servant.

And,I remembered,that a seemingly irrevocable ‘contract’ ,that I had felt we both seemed very cognizant of,in the form of some inane mutterings that I had made to her,that was like some form of voodoo,Mumbo Jumbo Mantra,but which yet had the undeniable and overwhelming sense, of a binding and unbreakable bond,seemed to have then been sealed,between us,to the effect that I would serve as Miss Sally’s adoring and worshipful foot servant,for all of eternity.

Had I gone mad? Had I gone stark, staring MAD? Had the pernicious fumes of Miss Sally’s powerfully pungent foot stink, through some mysterious and mind altering chemical process, or other, addled my brain? I certainly hoped so! For, the incredible and fantastical alternative, was totally, utterly unthinkable!

I knew, that Miss Sally, now CSO Sally, was out there. I also knew, that she wanted me. She wanted to cane me. She wanted to roughly pull my uniform white work shorts down around my ankles, and she wanted to lay her own, personal red stripes, across my exposed and vulnerable bare buttocks. And, she wanted me to serve her, and to worship at her feet, her very stinky feet. That much, I did know! And I also knew,that it was only a matter of time, before our paths crossed, again.



Then,I wondered,in the moments before sleep finally came,about my new partner,the other Community Servant,who I would be working with,and together forming one of the AFP’s new, 2 man teams.

Did I already know him? If not, who was he? Would we get along well, together? After all, I had only so far worked alone,in the ‘Sock Room’,under the Supervision of CSO’s Karen and Linda.



Oh! Go to sleep, david, I chided myself. After all, what was the point, of such fretful and fruitless speculation, when I would discover the answers to those vexing questions soon enough, in the morning, when I reported to my local Community Services Liaison Officer, Harriet Harmman.



On Monday morning, I made sure that I arrived at the Community Services Liaison Office good and early.

I had been before the Community Services Liaison Officer, Harriet Harmman, on a number of previous occasions, when I was brought before her by my 2 young Supervisors, CSO’s Karen and Linda, for the purpose of obtaining a stiffer penalty against me, for some particularly serious offence that I had committed, such as when they had caught me reading their pay slips.

Those visits to the Community Services Liaison Officer,Harriet Harmman,were always the most traumatic of affairs,and,I was always beside myself with trepidation and fear,whenever I was escorted by my Supervisors,CSO’s Karen and Linda,to her highly unsettling presence.

And, this Monday morning’s experiences there, in the disturbing presence of that fearsome female figure of Authority, Harriet Harmman, would be no different.



When I went into the Waiting Room, and took a numbered ticket from the ticket dispenser on the wall, I felt an uncomfortable sensation of superstitious awe and dread, when I saw that the number of the ticket that I took from the dispenser, was 007.



In the Waiting Room,I could hardly hear myself think,for,such was the level of noise,which was the excitable babble of conversation among my fellow Community Servants,who,just like myself,were waiting to be assigned new,6 months Work Assignments,new Supervisors,and new work partners.

From what sense I could make of their garbled chatter,as I listened to them,the vast majority of Community Servants echoed my own sentiments,in that they were greatly relieved,to at last escape the clutches,and to at last have a change, from their present CSO’s,who had dominated and blighted their lives for the past 5 years,and also,they were grateful for a change of Work Assignment too,for,as the general consensus of opinion among the Community Servants went,a change was as good as a rest,though,few of them had any delusions,of the grass being any greener on the other side.



I did not have to wait very long,before the number displayed on the wall reached 007,and I left the Waiting Room,with the remaining Community Servants wishing me luck as I left them,and I reported to Reception,and to the most Senior local member of the AFP,who held my fate in her hands,and,once again,I found myself in the disturbing and awesome presence, of the Community Services Liaison Officer,Harriet Harmman.



“Good morning, Madam”, I said, respectfully, and reverently. Harriet Harmman,though,did not wish me a ‘good morning’ in return,but merely stared at me, stonily and dispassionately,before addressing me,in her harsh and strident voice.

“Community Servant david 007. Your new Work Assignment, for the duration of the next 6 months, will be as a member of the newly formed Housework Squad. Your 2 new Supervisors, for those 6 months, will be CSO’s Gloria and Edna. Now, I give you fair warning, david 007, that, for your own sake, you had better be on your best behaviour, at ALL TIMES!! Your new Supervisors, are Teachers at the CSO’s Training School. They are Senior Instructors, david 007, in the ‘Art Of Chastisement’, and they are, of course, expert Practitioners, in all of it’s many and various applications.

Your new work partner, will be Community Servant michael R2D2.

Now,Community Servant david 007,you will report immediately,to the Town Assembly Hall,to liaise with your new Supervisors,CSO’s Gloria and Edna,and with your new work partner,Community Servant michael R2D2,who,for your information,is Retired male number 2,from the 2nd Draft of mandatorily enlisted retired pensioners. Now, you may go, david 007. You are dismissed!” “Yes, Madam. Thankyou, Madam”, I replied, respectfully, and reverently. Then, I made my way over to the Town Assembly Hall, as directed by her.



When I got there, the Town Assembly Hall was already quite full and busy, with Community Servants looking for their new Supervisors.

I was looking about me,when I heard a rather loud and peevish sounding male voice,complaining to the 2 CSO’s who accompanied him,and who were attired, of course, in the AFP uniform,of blue blazer,green blouse,red short skirt,and yellow cotton ankle socks,and on their feet,they wore the AFP issue black,thick rubber soled, backless shoes,that were like clogs,and who I guessed to be in their low to mid 30’s. They were both petite looking ladies, no taller than about 5 foot 6 inches. Though, as I recognised immediately, what they may have lacked in height, they both more than made up for, in presence.

“I must protest! In the strongest possible terms! This is an outrage! A total, outrageous……OUTRAGE!!”, the decidedly disgruntled man, who I estimated to be in his 70’s, ranted and railed,and was red in the face,from the effects of his high umbrage.

“You will be QUIET!”, shouted the slightly younger looking of the 2 CSO’s,angrily,and indignantly,as though she was not used, to being spoken to in such a manner,especially not,by Community Servants.

“NO! I will NOT be quiet, young lady! Don’t you see? It is wrong! VERY wrong! Morally wrong!! To heartlessly drag a retired gentleman away from his home, like a common criminal! To call at his house, and, in full view of all of his neighbours, to demand that he accompany you, under the threat of being CANED! To be escorted away, in such a fashion, away from his well earned retirement! Away from his rightful entitlement! I want to be left alone,and left in peace,to tend my tomatoes,and-------“ “THAT,IS,ENOUGH!!!”,interjected the slightly older of the 2 CSO’s,quietly,but with a great gravitas of authority,seeping copiously from her every word,from the tone of her voice. She continued,quietly,but authoritatively,”from now on,Community Servant michael R2D2,what you will be tending to,will be Household chores,as a member of the Housework Squad,as part of a 2 man team with your work partner,when he finally decides to join us”.

Upon recognizing the mentioned name of my new work partner, I quickly reported to the 2 CSO’s, and I made myself known to them.



“Miss Gloria? Miss Edna? I am very sorry to have kept you waiting for me. I am Community Servant david 007, reporting for duty. I am pleased to be at your service, and I am honoured to be placed under your Supervision”.

To which statement, the slightly older of the 2 CSO’s responded, ”ah,david 007. I am glad to see, that at least one of you has some manners. I can see that your former CSO’s, Karen and Linda, have trained you well, david 007. You served under their Supervision, for 5 years,in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,didn’t you?” “Yes, Miss. I was fortunate enough to enjoy that privilege, of serving under the Supervision of CSO’s Karen and Linda, in that fine establishment”, I replied, respectfully.

Becoming rather more businesslike,she said,”Community Servant david 007,I am CSO Gloria,and this is my colleague,who also happens to be my younger sister,CSO Edna”,she informed me, while gesturing to her colleague and younger sister,helpfully. “From this moment on, david, you will address us, as Miss Gloria, and Miss Edna”. “Yes, Miss Gloria”, I assented, politely. CSO Gloria continued,”david,this is your new work partner,Community Servant michael R2D2,and, if I didn’t know better,I would be convinced,that Harriet was playing a trick on us,but I know,that Harriet had a sense of humour by-pass at birth,hahaha!!! Say hello to your new partner.” “ Hello, michael. I am pleased to meet you”, I said, cordially and warmly, and in hopes of calming him down a little, from his rather heated protestations. “Call me mike”, was his friendly reply.

Becoming more businesslike once again, CSO Gloria now ordered,”ok, you two. We can’t have you standing around here all day, doing nothing, except admiring the view. Let’s go! It’s time to get you earning your Unemployment Benefit Payments. Mrs. Adele Alsop is waiting for you, to come and do her Housework for her. So that SHE, doesen’t have to! Hahaha! Come on, then. We’ve got the van outside,we can be at her house in 10 minutes,and then you can get cracking,can’t you,on doing her dishes,and vacuuming all of her carpets,and making the beds,and------“ “NOOOO!!!! IT’S NOT RIGHT!!!”,wailed my new work partner,mike,loudly,and ill advisedly,as though suddenly remembering the gross injustice of his predicament,and I was greatly alarmed,by his perilous indiscretions,and by his appalling and unpardonable insolence,towards our Supervisors,CSO’s Gloria and Edna.

I knew what was coming!

“THAT’S IT!!”, shouted CSO Edna,even more angrily than before. “Community Servant michael R2D2. I will not tolerate your insolence! I gave you fair warning! Now, BOTH of you! Stand with your hands above your head, palms pressed against the wall, to receive your Chastisement, of 6 of the best!”

“Thanks, mike!, I complained,sullenly,to my new work partner. Thanks a lot!”



When we did as CSO Edna had ordered us, because I was expecting it, I was therefore not surprised, when our white uniform shorts were suddenly and roughly pulled down around our ankles, to expose our bare buttocks, ready for the cane. But, my new work partner, mike, being, as he was, a newly ‘enlisted’ Community Servant, had quite forgotten about this pre-Chastisement ‘ceremony’, though he had of course witnessed it many times, since the AFP had taken over the reigns of Government. But now, mike yelled, and left no one in any doubt, as to the strength of feeling of his outrage. “NOOOO!!!! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!!!!”

To which foolishly indulgent outburst, CSO Edna replied, hotly, and I now recognized the unmistakable undertones, of the sadistic cruelty, and malicious glee, that was a common trait among the ranks of the CSO’s. “ THAT, makes it 12 of the best,for BOTH of you! Now, michael, have you got anything else to say, before we commence your Chastisement, with 12 of the best?” But, with the penny finally dropping, my new work partner, mike, said nothing more. But, I whispered to him, fiercely, and angrily, but quietly, so as not to be overheard by our Supervisors, CSO’s Gloria and Edna, ”OH! Thanks, mike! You’re a real pal! Thanks a lot!”



Though I had previously been caned many times,by my former Supervisors,CSO’s Karen and Linda,I was not prepared,even after my warning from the Community Services Liaison Officer,Harriet Harmman,for the agonizing and exquisite perfection,of the anguish inducing cane strokes of my 2 new Supervisors,CSO’s Gloria and Edna,who were,according to Harriet Harmman, consummate Professionals,and who were Teachers at the CSO’s Training School,and also Senior Instructors,in the ‘Art Of Chastisement’,and who were expert Practitioners,in all of it’s many and varied applications.

CSO’s Gloria and Edna took turns,and took their time,so that my new work partner,mike,and I,had the time, to absorb the awful impact of the blow last struck,and to fearfully anticipate, the next impending devastating cane stroke,upon our exposed and vulnerable bare bottoms,as we received our Chastisement against one of the walls in the crowded Town Assembly Hall,where many other CSO’s gathered to watch,appreciatively,such an expert administration of Chastisement,and they made their comments of approval and admiration,while they waited for their new charges to come and find them.

Though I felt a goodly measure of bleak satisfaction,at hearing the howls of agonized anguish from mike,who was of course,responsible for our Chastisement,nevertheless,I whispered to him,quietly,but urgently,”whatever you do,mike,DON’T be tempted to rub your bottom,until after we have been Chastised! Or else, you will get us an extra 6 of the best, if you do!!”.

Through the fuzz and fog of his unprecedented humiliation and pain, mike grasped the meaning, and the dire warning in my exigent appeal to him, and, I was mightily relieved, to see his nod of understanding and compliance.



At last, our humiliating and painful ordeal was over, our Chastisement of 12 of the best having been duly administered, by our Supervisors, CSO’s Gloria and Edna. At long last, they had stopped counting out our cane strokes, and their voices, had let us know which one of them was caning us, at any given stroke. I had found CSO’s Gloria and Edna’s expertly applied cane strokes, to be painful and anguishing, in about equal measure.

And,I could not help,but to feel a grudging, yet admiring respect for my new work partner,mike,who,although he wailed his torment for all in the crowded Town Assembly Hall to hear,yet,he had somehow managed to resist,the almost impossible to deny temptation,to rub his stinging and agonized bottom,before the completion of his chastisement. “Well done, mike”, I whispered, in congratulation. “I’m sorry, david”, mike whispered back, in apology.

Then, CSO Edna, sounding rather disappointed, that the Chastisement session was over, shouted at us,”right, you two! You have delayed us for long enough! Now, unless you want us to warm your bottoms for you, some more, get into the van! Now!!”



Outside, at the AFP van, after CSO Edna had ordered myself and mike into the back, and had then climbed in after us, CSO Gloria opened the driver’s side door, and got behind the wheel. CSO Gloria then started the engine,and,as soon as we were in motion,and heading towards our destination,CSO Edna,who sat on the bench seat opposite her 2 charges,slipped her AFP uniform yellow cotton ankle socked feet,out of her AFP issue black,thick rubber soled, backless shoes,that were like clogs,and,with a supremely confident and arrogant smirk spreading across her face,CSO Edna placed one of her yellow cotton ankle socked feet into my lap,and she placed her other foot into mike’s lap.

“OK, you two. You might as well make yourselves useful. Massage my feet!”, ordered CSO Edna,imperiously.



Knowing full well,the dire consequences of failing to immediately respond positively, to any orders given to me by CSO’s,I lifted CSO Edna’s yellow cotton ankle socked foot from my lap,and I held it up,in both hands,about level with my chest,and I then proceeded to press my thumbs,gently,but quite firmly,and I described circular motions with my thumbs,into the soles of CSO Edna’s feet.

CSO Edna relaxed, and sighed with pleasure. “Oh! That’s very nice, david. You are very competent, at foot massage. But then, you should be, shouldn’t you? After all, Community Servant david 007, you have had plenty of experience of massaging female feet for the last 5 years, serving in the ‘Sock Room’, haven’t you?”

“Thankyou, for the compliment, Miss Edna, you are very kind. Yes, Miss Edna,I have had a lot of experience of massaging female feet,as a part of my duties,when serving under the Supervision of CSO’s Karen and Linda for 5 years,in the ‘Sock Room’. Sometimes, I would massage the feet of the girls and ladies, as they relaxed on the recliners that were provided, for their extra comfort, while they enjoyed their foot massage.

Also,it was a very particular pleasure,of many of the girls and ladies,Miss Edna,to have me lick the soles of their bare feet clean,for them,and I spent almost as much of my time in the ‘Sock Room’, attending such personal services to them,as I did,to hand washing their dirty socks clean,for them,Miss Edna”.

My work partner, mike, aghast at hearing my statement, interjected, incredulously. “MY GOD!! Do you mean to say, david, that you actually licked girls and ladies bare feet clean, for them, when you served in the ‘Sock Room’? Why, I can’t believe it! That’s…that’s….shocking, and..and…..disgusting,and,…..-------“ Ominously,CSO Edna interrupted mike,and inquired of him, “Community Servant michael R2D2,why aren’t you massaging my foot?”

Sensing his danger,which was also my danger,mike belatedly took his cue from me,and he lifted CSO Edna’s other yellow cotton ankle socked foot from his lap,in both hands,about level with his chest,and he began to massage her foot,and,in doing so,he chalked up his first experience,of female foot servitude, as a Community Servant under the AFP,led by Prime Minister Caroline Flint.



About 10 minutes after we had set off, the AFP van came to a halt, and CSO Gloria switched off the engine. “OK! We’re here!!”, she called.

Then, CSO Edna got out of the back of the van, and she ordered, peremptorily,”OK, you two! OUT!!”

Then,after taking due care to properly secure their van,though,it was highly unlikely,that anyone would be foolish enough to go anywhere near an AFP vehicle without proper authorization,CSO’s Gloria and Edna escorted myself and mike towards a house,where a rather plump, and decidedly frumpy looking lady, who I guessed to be in her mid 30’s, stood on her doorstep,hands on hips, with her blonde hair pushed up behind her head, and held in place by a yellow hair stay, and she stood in such an unmistakable attitude of impatience, that it was obvious that she had been awaiting our arrival, for some time.

The rather plump, and decidedly frumpy looking lady,regarded myself and mike,in our Community Servant uniforms,with utter contempt,and with self esteem shattering, withering disdain.





“Good morning, Madam. Mrs. Adele Alsop?” , inquired CSO Gloria,politely. Upon receiving a curt nod, from the seemingly disgruntled Housewife, CSO Gloria went on. “We are CSO’s Gloria and Edna,Madam,and,in response to your request to have one of our 2 man teams of Community Servants from the newly formed Housework Squad report to you this morning,to have them do your Housework,for you,so that YOU,don’t have to,Madam,we have brought to you,Community Servant david 007,and Community Servant michael R2D2,as I say,Madam,to do your Household chores,for you,so that YOU,don’t have to!”

In response to CSO Gloria’s statement, Mrs. Adele Alsop laughed, incredulously, ”HAHAHAHA!!!! You are KIDDING me! Right? 007, and R2D2? Give me a BREAK! Anyway, where have you BEEN? I’ve been waiting for all of this time,to put those bone idle,lazy good for nothing Community Servants to work in my House,to do all of my chores,for me! There’s a sink full of dirty dishes, waiting for them! I haven’t done a thing, around the house, since I heard about the new Housework Squads initiative!”

“Well, they’re here for you now, Madam”, soothed CSO Gloria. To which, the lady of the House replied, “well, what are you waiting for, CSO Gloria? Bring them in! I want to put those lazy boned good for nothings to work! The sooner, the better! My house won’t clean itself, you know, CSO Gloria!” “Of course,Madam. Now, what would you like the Community Servants to do for you, exactly, Madam?”

“Well, actually, I wanted one of them to service my feet. That’s the beauty, of having 2 Community Servants, isn’t it? One of them can service my feet, while the other loser does all of my Household chores. Would that be OK, CSO Gloria?”

“Of course, Madam. If you will permit me to suggest, that Community Servant david 007, be the one to serve at your feet? I have no hesitation,Madam,in recommending him,since he is actually vastly experienced,at serving at the feet of females,from serving as a Community Servant in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,for the last 5 years.

I,personally,Madam,will Supervise Community Servant michael R2D2,and, I can guarantee and assure you,Madam, that I will watch over his every move,very carefully,as he performs all of your stipulated Household chores,for you,and I will ensure,that he is scrupulously observant,in his application to his House Cleaning duties,Madam. As I say, Madam, so that YOU, don’t have to!”

“Thankyou, CSO Gloria. That sounds quite perfect, to me”, replied Mrs. Adele Alsop, smugly.



Then, when CSO Gloria escorted mike upstairs, for the purpose of cleaning the bath room, CSO Edna now addressed Mrs. Adele Alsop, the Housewife.

“Madam, while CSO Gloria Superintends Community Servant michael R2D2, as he attends to your Housework requirements, I will remain here with you, to Superintend Community Servant david 007, and ensure that he follows your instructions, exactly to the letter, and that he gives you absolute satisfaction, as he serves at your feet, Madam”.

To which, the lady of the House replied, “OH! Thankyou, CSO Edna. I must say, this is the life, isn’t it? Thank GOODNESS, I say, for the AFP! Please feel free, CSO Edna, to watch TV, or some videos, perhaps. Or, if you prefer, you can read through my magazines, while I make good use of david, here, while I have got him, all to myself. There’s plenty to read, and------“ Mrs. Adele Alsop stopped talking, as we heard a commotion coming from upstairs. CSO Gloria was scolding my new work partner, mike, who was apparently falling down on the job, already, and failing to meet CSO Gloria’s high and exacting standards. “Do you want the cane, michael? Do you? I want to see that toilet bowl, ABSOLUTELY SPOTLESS!! I won’t stand, for second rate work, michael! It will mean THE CANE!! For BOTH of you! Whenever you or david offend, BOTH of you will be caned! Do you hear me, michael?” At a much lower, and humbled volume, we heard the muted reply, of my new work partner, mike, “yes, Miss Gloria”, he replied, miserably.



Mrs. Adele Alsop laughed, heartily, and in high amusement. “HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!, OH! It’s good to know, that these lazy boned good for nothing Community Servants are being put to good use, CSO Edna! Talking, of putting them to good use, it’s time for david 007 to do my feet, for me! Now, david, I want you on your knees, before me! As you can see, david, my feet have gotten a bit dirty and grimy, from walking around the House, barefoot”.

By way of demonstration, Mrs. Adele Alsop raised her feet from the floor, to facilitate my examination of the rather large and broad and fleshy soles of her dirty and grimy bare feet. “Get to your knees before me, david. NOW!” “Yes, Mrs. Alsop, Madam”, I replied, respectfully, and compliantly, as I obeyed her order, and knelt before her, at her feet.

Then, when I was exactly where she wanted me, Mrs. Adele Alsop flexed and wiggled and scrunched her toes in front of my eyes for a moment,before pressing her rather large and broad, fleshy, dirty and grimy bare feet, firmly into my face, and in such a way, that I was obliged to inhale her foot scent, from under both sets of her toes. Mrs. Adele Alsop’s foot odour, I found, was quite pungently aromatic, and, while her foot perfume was by no means the worst that I had experienced, during my 5 years of service as a Community Servant, at the same time, I could quite easily have managed without it.

“NOW, we’re cruising!”, she exulted, as she again flexed and wiggled and scrunched her toes in front of my eyes, before proceeding to firmly rub her rather large and broad, fleshy, dirty and grimy bare feet, luxuriantly and blissfully, right into my obediently complying and proffered face.

Then, the rather plump, and decidedly frumpy looking Housewife, probably in her mid 30’s, Mrs. Adele Alsop, who I thought that, not so long ago, would have still been very attractive indeed, but who now was looking a little careworn and in danger of going slightly to seed, and losing the best of her prettiness, ordered me, with confident authority, “now, david, show me your RESPECT! KISS MY FEET! Kiss my feet, david, and keep on kissing them, until I tell you to stop!”

Then, as my Mistress of the moment, Mrs. Adele Alsop, relaxed, and as she enjoyed the pleasant sensations, as I respectfully pressed my lips to the many places on the soles of her slightly sensitive bare feet, and as she revelled in, and felt empowered by, my meek and submissive obedience to her, CSO Edna watched, with an avid interest, that bordered on fascination, and, I could not help but notice, that there was a glint in her eye, that I recognised, for I had seen it many times before, in the eyes of other females, and which I knew,was the betrayal of her escalating excitement.



My gestures of ‘respect’, went on for some time, until, once again, we heard the tell tale evidence, that the House Cleaning efforts of my work partner were again failing to come up to scratch, as CSO Gloria voiced her dissatisfaction, as to his latest shortcomings. “I am SURE you must want me to take the cane to you AGAIN, michael! Just look at these dishes,that you have ‘so called’ washed! Is this what you call CLEAN? Do them AGAIN, michael! And do them PROPERLY, this time!” “Yes, Miss Gloria”, replied mike, dejectedly, and despondently.



“HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”, laughed Mrs. Adele Alsop, happily and cheerily. “I could get used to THIS, CSO Edna! OK, david, stop kissing my feet now, and start LICKING! LICK, from the bottom of my heels, david, all the way up, right to the tips of my toes. But, go slowly, david, nice and slowly. I want to feel nice, long, lingering strokes, all along my bare soles, from your stupid wet tongue. OK, david, LICK AWAY!! LICK MY FEET!!!”

Just before I obediently commenced Mrs. Adele Alsop’s latest foot service instructions, I noticed, that CSO Edna was now actually sitting on the edge of her seat, both literally and figuratively, for, such was level of her interest, and such was the height of her excitement, and tension, as she avidly watched these latest foot service procedures, upon the Housewife’s rather large and broad, fleshy, dirty and grimy, toe wiggling, pressing, probing and demanding bare feet.

As I used my tongue, and as I faithfully followed Mrs. Adele Alsop’s particular instructions to me exactly, to the letter, the contented Housewife sighed, in such a state of bliss,that her moans of ecstasy were plain to hear. “OH! CSO Edna! I tell you! This has got to be the most wonderful sort of pampering, in the whole, wide, UNIVERSE! OH! I just LOVE, having my bare feet pleasured, CSO Edna! I can’t get my useless lump of a husband to come anywhere near my feet, since we got married. So, you can be sure, I shall be making full use, of these lazy boned, good for nothing Community Servants, from now on! I can tell you THAT, CSO Edna”, assured Mrs. Adele Alsop.

“That’s it, david! KEEP LICKING!! I want you to LICK and LICK and LICK and LICK and LICK!!!!! And, don’t you DARE, stop LICKING, david!”, commanded Mrs. Adele Alsop.

“I bet you get david to do this for you all of the time, don’t you, CSO Edna?” When CSO Edna shook her head no, Mrs. Adele Alsop’s face took on an amazed and incredulous expression. “WHAT? NO? Well, CSO Edna, you must be CRAZY!” By way of explanation, as to why CSO Edna did not sample such amazing delights on a regular basis, CSO Edna replied, “david only came under our Supervision today, Madam”. “OH! That explains it, then”, said the Housewife, apparently satisfied, as to why CSO Edna had so far failed to avail herself, of such a marvellous and enjoyable, and freely attainable facility.



About 3 hours later, when our allotted House Cleaning time, of 4 hours, or half a day was almost up, after which time, we were scheduled to have our Lunch Break, before proceeding to our 2nd and final House Cleaning Assignment of the day, I was yet again sucking Mrs. Adele Alsop’s toes, for her, when, as the noisy vacuum cleaner suddenly became silent, we heard mike’s voice, which had apparently been raised, so as to be heard over the din of the vacuum cleaner, and, we heard his opinion, of the Housewife who had summoned mike and myself, to do all of her tiresome and troublesome Household chores for her, so that SHE, didn’t have to, and, I was shocked, and my heart sank, at hearing his ill considered words, when he said, “Miss Gloria, I’ve never SEEN such a messy House! What sort of a Housewife, IS she? Mrs. Alsop? More like Mrs. ALL SLOP!!”



Mrs. Adele Alsop’s face, upon hearing mike’s appalling and unpardonable insult, turned beet red, with indignant outrage, at hearing her good character being so besmirched, and, by a Community Servant, of all people! The gravely and grievously offended Housewife stuttered and stammered, in the throes of her white hot fury. “This…is..an…OUTRAGE!...an…an…unforgivable…..apalling….OUTRAGE! I demand, I most absolutely DEMAND, CSO Edna, to see Community Servant michael, CANED! CANED, THIS INSTANT, CSO Edna!”



CSO Edna’s face, I saw, was tinged with a rosy hue, which was the evidence of her own simmering fury.

“Yes, Madam! It IS unforgivable! And, Madam, michael WILL be caned! Caned, THIS INSTANT!! In fact, Madam, BOTH Community Servants, michael AND david, will be caned!”

“BOTH of them, CSO Edna? Why BOTH of them? I mean, david, here, has done nothing wrong! In fact, he has been most satisfactory, and he has followed all of my instructions exactly, to the letter. I have no complaint, whatsoever, with regards to david. I have found his behaviour, and his attitude, all that I could possibly wish for, CSO Edna. In fact, I have found david’s foot service to me, quite exemplary. So, why should he be punished too?”

“It’s THE RULES, Madam”, replied CSO Edna, bluntly.

“OH! Well, I suppose, if it’s the THE RULES…….”, replied Mrs. Adele Alsop, as though understanding, and quite satisfied, that the stated justification rightly and entirely warranted my being Chastised, as being equally guilty, for the appalling and unforgivable offence of my new work partner, mike.



But, CSO Gloria, had already taken charge of the situation, as became evident, as she marched a fearful and cringing mike into the living room, and brought him into the presence of the gravely and grievously offended Housewife, Mrs. Adele Alsop, for the purpose of presiding over the ‘Unholy Trinity’, feared and dreaded by all Community Servants; of bringing charges, announcing the Sentence, and administering Chastisement.

“Community Servant michael R2D2! Community Servant david 007! You will stand against the wall, and you will prepare to receive Chastisement, of 12 of the best! NOW!”

The rather plump,and decidedly frumpy looking Housewife, Mrs. Adele Alsop said, and, I thought I detected a small hint of sympathy, in her voice, “go on, david. It’s THE RULES”.



A few moments later, as expected, I felt a rough tug, as my white uniform shorts were pulled down around my ankles, and, for the 2nd time that day, and it was not even Lunch Time, yet, my bare bottom was once again exposed and vulnerable, ready for the cane.

And, it was almost enough, to make me wish that I was back in the ‘Sock Room’.



Then, as CSO’s Gloria and Edna counted out their biting and cruelly cutting cane strokes, as they expertly administered our Chastisement, of 12 of the best, I winced, and moaned, at this new and fresh torment inflicted upon my already sore buttocks, and, I turned towards my new work partner, and I whispered to him, quietly, but angrily, and fiercely, and bitterly, and through gritted teeth, “thanks, mike! You’re a real pal! Thanks a LOT!”



Then, our agonizing and humiliating Chastisement completed, and the gravely and grievously offended Housewife, Mrs. Adele Alsop, quite satisfied, that we had been adequately punished, for mike’s appalling slight upon her good character, we departed from that lady’s Household, and we returned to the AFP van.

“You will go without you Lunches, today!”, decreed CSO Gloria, as mike and I tried, in vain, to rub some of our stinging torment away, which was the inevitable aftermath of our latest Chastisement.

Then, CSO’s Gloria and Edna locked mike and myself inside the AFP van, and then they left us, to go for their own Lunch at a local café.



When they came back, CSO Gloria once again got behind the wheel, while CSO Edna also resumed her place, on the bench seat opposite to myself and mike. Then, CSO Edna adjusted her position slightly, until she was seated directly opposite to me.

For several moments, CSO Edna said nothing, as she looked at me. Then, I once again saw that glint in her eye, a glint that I recognized, for I had seen it many times before, in the eyes of other females, during my 5 years of service, in the ‘Sock Room’, and which was the sign, of her escalating excitement.

I knew what was coming!



CSO Edna, after slipping her yellow cotton ankle socked feet, from her black, thick rubber soled, backless shoes, that were like clogs, with sublime arrogance, placed her feet in my lap, and she ordered, her voice imbued, with all of the vast authority of the AFP in her command, “Community Servant david 007. Take off my socks!”

Knowing full well, the dire consequences of failing to immediately respond positively, to any order given to me by a CSO, I obediently peeled CSO Edna’s yellow cotton ankle socks, from her warm and slightly moist, shapely and dainty feet.

Then, CSO Edna elevated her legs, so that her bare, shapely and dainty feet, were now on a level with my face, where I now caught my first ever whiffs of them, and of their subtly aromatic scent, as she wiggled, splayed, flexed and scrunched her toes.

I knew what was coming!



CSO Edna ordered, “hold my feet up for me, david. Hold them up, right in front of your face! That’s it, david! Now, david, I want you to do EXACTLY, what you did, for Mrs. Adele Alsop! Show me your RESPECT, david! I want you to kiss all over the soles of my bare feet! Then, david, I want you to use your stupid wet tongue, to LICK! Start licking, at the bottoms of my heels, and work your way up, to the tips of my toes. But, slowly, david, I want to feel your wet and stupid tongue, licking my bare feet, with slow, long and lingering strokes!

I want you to LICK and LICK and LICK and LICK and LICK!!!!! And, david, don’t you DARE, to stop LICKING!”

“Yes, Miss Edna”, I replied, obediently.



My new work partner, mike, aghast, began to express his disbelief, his disgust, and his own appalled outrage, that Community Servants could be treated this way by their Supervisors, and with apparent impunity, “why, that’s….that’s….that’s-------“ But, CSO Edna gave mike such a dangerous and withering look, that mike instantly clammed up, and he forgot about, or, at least, thought better of, his intended protest, and he watched, aghast, and with appalled fascination, as I respectfully pressed my lips, to CSO Edna’s warm and moist, shapely and dainty, and subtly aromatic bare feet, according to her instructions, exactly to the letter, and, I obediently showed her the respect that she had demanded of me, as I kissed the many places, on the soles of her bare feet.



Then, after having adequately expressed my respect, in the manner demanded of me by CSO Edna, I embarked, on the second phase of her particular instructions, and, I put my “stupid wet tongue” to work, from the bottoms of her heels, to the tips of her toes, on the soles of her warm and moist, shapely and dainty, and subtly aromatic bare feet, and, I LICKED and LICKED and LICKED and LICKED and LICKED!!!!!

And, I did not DARE, to stop LICKING!





COMMUNITY SERVICE continues, in Part 9.