Elly

by Bythe Spirit

 

Chapter One

 

Elijah was not so much a bully as a pretty confused twelve year old. Well he is just about to discover that all actions have consequences, some very 'pretty' consequences!

 

Like A Lamb

Elijah was a great twelve year old. My daughter played tennis with him and he was always fun to have around. However for him, part of that fun was teasing and sad to say, harassing, even bullying, the girls. He only had a brother and male cousins and it was becoming a problem at school too. Initially not nastily, but certainly thoughtless. The school was getting complaints from parents of girls and had threatened suspension or even expulsion if he didn't pull his horns in.

His parents were beginning to get very frustrated with him. His mother in particular was at her wits end. If only he'd been a girl was a frequent comment of hers. It was actually his father who made the suggestion.

"If he spent a week as a girl then he'd know what it was like and what he was doing!" he snapped one day.

Elijah was there and quickly responded. "Hey no way. Who'd want to be a silly girl? There only good for housework and teasing and doing what boys want!"

Oops big mistake. His mother Gemma went ballistic, screaming and shouting at him. It wasn't a pretty scene.

A few days later I ran into his dad. "How's your pride and joy," I asked jokingly.

"Grounded for a month and very pissed off. He really is getting out of hand. I did something I thought I'd never do."

I looked in askance.

"I spanked him. Not only that, I spanked him good and hard. He swore at his mother and told her he hated her. There was now way I was going to let that pass."

"Hey it happens. He'll get over it"

"I know, but it really is getting worse. I do wish there was away to make him see what he is doing is affecting others. The girls really hate him. He's heading for big trouble. Don't suppose you've got any ideas?"

Well as it happens I had had an idea. It was sparked off by what his parents had said. "Well," I began tentatively, "you know what you both said about wishing he'd been a girl and if he spent a week as a girl then he'd know what it was like and what he was doing?"

"Yes and I almost meant it. But it's a silly idea isn't it?"

"Well no, actually not."

"I don't understand. He's a boy, he can't be a girl."

"True but let me explain something. Back in the 1800's and early 1900's unruly boys were sometimes subjected to something called petticoat punishment."

"Uhhhh!"

"Yeh sounds weird, but simply it means they were dressed as little girls and had to act just like little girls. It was very effective. It died out as people got more liberal and educated, bit like the cane.

"Ugggh!" snorted dad, "you mean washy-washy f***ing liberals and do gooders! I'd bring the cane back tomorrow for some of those young thugs. They'd soon learn a thing or two!"

Well the conversation changed tack and we finally parted company.

It was a couple of nights later I got a phone call. It was Elijah's dad. "Could we come round and see you, the wife and I, we've something to ask you?"

"Fine not a problem." Ten minutes later they were seated on the lounge. Mum looked very determined if somewhat uncomfortable. Dad just looked embarrassed.

"Look," said Gemma, "well come to straight to the point. Steve told me what you had said about how unruly boys were treated in the olden days. I did a bit of research and found out a lot more. It certainly seemed to work. We think it might work with Elijah. Show him some respect for girls."

"Yeh make him walk in the other persons shoes," added Dad.

"Literally!" said mum determinedly.

"But the thing is we also read that it was usual a nanny or governess who took care of the kids."

"Yeh," usually I agreed.

"It seems it was better that way, you know more effective," said dad

"I suppose it was. Discipline was often the job of somebody else."

"The thing is if we were to try this out on Elijah, we sorta feel it would be better if it was somebody else!"

The comment hung. I was just beginning to see the light and I was just a little bit interested. I had read quite a lot about it myself and had often felt jealous of the power and control adults were able to exert over kids in those days.

I played dumb. "Sorry I don't get the point. If you think it's a good idea then do it. If it doesn't work then hey tough luck, but he's had it coming for some time now."

Mum and Dad exchanged meaningful glances. "Yes we know and we have decided to do it but...'

"But." interrupted mum finally fed up with all the procrastination, "we want somebody else to do it. We want a governess or..." she paused for affect, "a tutor, you know a male. We wondered..."

This time dad butted in. "Crying out loud woman ask him. We want you to do it. We want you to be his tutor. You're a teacher. You're qualified. You know all about it. You know what's he's like. Will you do it?"

So it was out in the open. They really were that desperate that they'd try anything.

The conversation flowed for few minutes as we discussed options and ways and means. I tried not to seem too eager, remaining professional, aloof, almost reluctant, but eventually I let them 'persuade' me and agreed. The long school holidays were coming up in about a month. My daughter was off to her mothers for the whole holidays. I had the house to myself and best of all I lived on a property away from any one else. I could see people coming ages before they got to the house. I even had a beam on the front gate so I knew if we were having visitors. A toy really, but always effective, especially at night.

Finally we agreed Elijah would be delivered the first Saturday of the holidays. He would be told nothing, except he was spending some time with me 'working'.

Over the next few weeks mum and dad tried as best as they could to encourage Elijah to change his ways, but of course to no avail. Like so many youngsters he thought he was invincible. Those last few weeks passed slowly especially when he got himself suspended for a week. Dad lost his cool and gave him another spanking, but it just seemed to make Elijah more rebellious.

"He even got an erection," stormed dad when he told me what had happened. "Bloody pervert."

I assured him he wasn't and it was only the blood being stimulated, but it did make me wonder a little about Elijah's make up. (Excuse the pun!)

In the final few days of term his mother delivered a range of girls clothes. From vests to bras, little girl knickers to sexy panties. Waspies, shoes, make up, ankle socks, knee length socks, stockings tights. Nightwear from cotton pj's to sexy baby dolls. A school uniform including gymslip and summer dress. A whole variety of tops and shorts and pretty skirts and blouses and effeminate frothy dresses. She spared no expense.

It was getting to the point that I was worried my own daughter Selina, would spot something was up. Bit luckily she was wrapped up in her own end of term activities and preparing for six weeks with her mother. In any case she had no time for Elijah. Even though she was three years older than him, she had often been on the receiving end of his sarcasm and practical jokes. But even so this had to be kept a secret, so I didn't want her to know.

Jokingly after Gemma's third trip I said that he was only staying for a few weeks and I would teach him how to wash and iron, so he wouldn't need much more.

She smiled knowingly, "Oh don't worry I'm sure they'll get good use after the training's over. There's something else you should know. A couple of months ago I took him to see my gynaecologist. Pattie and I are old friends and I told her what was happening. She's known Elijah since he was born and watched him grow, she agreed something needed to be done."

"Well it's nice to get a doctor's opinion. But why a gyno?"

Mum sort of smiled. "Cos she agreed to help. She prescribed tablets to quieten him down. By themselves they didn't really do much. Except stifle his male hormones and build up a supply of other hormones in his body. Once we agreed to petticoat discipline him I told her what we were going to do. She was very supportive and started him on a course of injections as well to help him along the way."

I looked puzzled then it hit me. "You mean hormones?"

She nodded. "Yes Patti said that these hormones would suppress his male hormones and make him more malleable. More willing to do as he's told. But something else. The injections will really stimulate his physical growth."

She paused and waited for me to react.

"So, I still don't understand."

They're female hormones, they stimulate female growth." She paused again.

Then light came on. "You mean he'll start to look like a girl. Like he'll get boobs…'

"And bigger hips and tighter tush. His voice won't break. Oh and by the way," she said conspiratorially, "his dad doesn't know. I'm not sure he'd go along with it."

I grimed widely. "Petticoat punishment and puberty that will be a shock to his system!"

Mum smiled sweety. "Not will be, is already."

"What?"

His chest is already swelling slightly. It's quite cute really. His nipples are quite puffy and his chest is just beginning to show a slight swell."

"And dad hasn't noticed?"

She shook her head. "He's working long hours and I make Elijah wear baggy clothes. The doctor told him it was just one of those things that would pass in few weeks, like an allergy and he believes us. He thinks that's what the injections are for. Of course he doesn't want his macho image tarnished, so he's been really careful to keep it a secret. He really is his own worse enemy," she laughed.

It was the afternoon before Elijah was due to arrive. Selina flown out that morning to join her mother when Gemma arrived. She had one final case. Once settled she got straight to the point. Patti has some last minute advice for you and some 'aids!'

She opened the case for my inspection. I was gob smacked. There were a variety of sex toys and punishment tools. A paddle, a strap, a quite evil looking cat o'nine tails. Leather cuffs, neck harness. Gags, both ball and penis. And if that wasn't amazing enough there was set of butt plugs, ranging from quite small and slender to quite impressively wide and long.

Gemma smiled at my amazement. "Patty said you'd might be shocked. But it's quite simple. If he's going to live like a girl then he needs to feel like a girl. Now he can't fuck like a girl, but he can fuck. Hence the butt plugs. One day he might be deflowered and he needs to be ready. As for the other stuff, if he's going to become obedient and submissive then Patti says you'll need to punish him quite often. You need to set up strict rules with obvious consequences and apply them rigorously. This is one area his dad and I have failed him. He rarely ever got spanked and now we're reaping the consequences. My fault really, his dad would have walloped him quite often if I'd let him."

"Whoa," I finally gasped. "Punishment yes I can see that, but butt plugs and fucking, crying out loud he's only twelve, you can't be serious?"

She smiled sadly. "You don't know everything. Even his dad doesn't know yet. A few months ago I came home early and discovered Elijah and his friend Kenny in the bedroom. Well actually in bed. They were sucking each other's cocks. I was shocked at first naturally, but didn't let them know. I put it down to childish curiosity. After all we all explored when we we're younger."

I grinned and nodded.

"But a few weeks later I came home again early. I knew his cousins were over. The house was far too quite and I headed straight to bedroom. Elijah was there with Jamie and Gareth. Jamie's only nine and Gareth's ten.

"They were all butt naked and Gareth was sucking Elijah's cock and Elijah was sucking Jamie. Gareth looked like he was enjoying himself, especially as he had two fingers up Elijah's bum. Jamie looked a bit worried though. I quickly left and immediately rang the house. It took a little while and I told them I was only minutes away and to put the kettle on. I could hear the panic in Elijah's voice. However by the time I got home they had got dressed and were all acting quite innocent. So you see I already think Elijah's well at least bi-sexual, if not gay!"

"He could also be experimenting and acting out after all you said yourself we all experimented and not always with opposite sex partners."

She looked at me sweetly. "You too?"

I nodded slightly embarrassed. "Yeh I had friend and we messed about a bit."

"Me too," she confided. "And are you straight now?"

I thought for a minute a decided honesty was the best possible. "Not exactly, bi would a better description. And......." I added with a chuckle, "when I was in Singapore years back I sample the pleasures of Bugis St!"

"You mean the transvestite girls?"

"Yep, it was incredible watching the real women ogle the she-boys, most of then were much prettier, gorgeous in fact. It's shame it's closed down now!"

Gemma smiled, "Well we did choose correctly, didn't we. I suppose you'd like to spank some of your little boys and girls too?" she teased.

"Ahh yes, in the good old days you could do it. I've had one or two little bottoms over my lap. Unfortunately today you'd get arrested.'

Gemma smiled sweetly. "Not this time, we expect you to do anything," she paused, "and we do mean anything, or at least I do, to sort out Elijah's behaviour and probably his sexuality. And I'm sure if you need any help his little friend Kenny would be only to pleased to help, especially as I took a couple of quick snaps on my phone before I left. Hey Gareth might be in it too. He was pretty eager the day I caught then out."

So there it was. All out in the open. Elijah liked his male friends in more way than one. Mum and Dad wanted him sorted out. The doc had advised spanking. And mum expected him to experiment with his sexuality to boot. This was going to be a mighty interesting vacation. Six weeks is along time!

There was one final twist. Just before Gemma was leaving her mobile rang. It was Steve. The school had just rung him even though he was way on business. She went white and then red as she listened cursing frequently as Steve explained the problem. "The little bastard," she hissed. "That's the final straw."

She slammed the telephone down. "He's been expelled," she stormed. "The little bastard's been expelled."

I quietened down as best as I could. "What has he done?"

"He and two others got one of the younger girls to pull her panties down and show them her fanny. Then they pinched her knickers and put them up the flagpole and left a sign saying whose they were and she only charged a dollar a feel."

She was right, this was serious; he was almost out of control. He really did need a sharp hard lesson and he was going to get it.

She left somewhat pacified, especially when I told her how to react. She was to be really angry and tell him he was in for the hiding of his life as soon as his father got back that weekend and how he wasn't going to becoming to my place for the holidays. Send him to bed and let him stew big time. I would come over and collect him as we had planned and persuade her that he should still come and his father could deal with him when he got back the beginning of the next week. I reckoned he'd be that relieved, he'd be more than manageable at least to start with, just to avoid being sent home too soon.

Thus it happened that a very relieved looking Elijah settled down into front seat, as we drove down the highway. I chuckled at the relieved look on his face. Out of the frying pan and into the fire came to mind.

  

  

  

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