A Taste of Sugar And Spice                 by: Anne Browning

 

Chapter One. The Journey

I’m sorry I can’t accompany you to Scotland." She said as she hugged and kissed in farewell. "But I’m sure Bridget will look after you."

In one way Ashley was sad to see his only other relative leave. Although in her sixties, his former Mother’s sister had proved a tower of strength over the last few weeks. There were times however when she’d shown how out of touch she was with modern world. Aunt Elizabeth had been constantly chiding him and Alyce on their attitude. Reminding them to be polite and to show due respect to all types and classes of people. He put this down to her being over sixty and for living in America so long. After all he was now the Earl of Harewood and he could do what he jolly well liked. He would not receive his inheritance until he was eighteen but that didn’t mean he had to wait till then to accept the status that went with it.

It was fun to have people fetch and carry for you. His parents had always been at him about noblesse oblige, stressing the obligation of the nobility to be honourable and generous. Ashley had always thought this to be quite ridiculous. Why should he so terribly polite to the commoners and servants? After all he wasn’t one of them, he had power so why on earth shouldn’t he be allowed to use it.

He had never been able to understand why his father and mother had been so reluctant to use their wealth and position. Otherwise, what was the point of having it? He was now eighteen and in less than six months, according to the terms of the will, would come his inheritance. After listening to the solicitor even Ashley was surprised at how much it had come too.

However that was still five months away, until then he was, with Alyce, the ward of Aunt Bridget not that this was a problem. Lady Stewart the Dowager Countess of Maclean was their Mother’s other sister, who was now their guardian. Aunt Bridget and his two cousins had been overseas and unable to attend the funeral. Lady Stewart had expressed her sympathy and asked that the two children join her as soon as possible at her estate in Scotland.

Aunt Bridget was easy to handle, and neither he nor Alyce had any intention of living with her in Scotland. London was where fortunes were made and Ashley had already begun. Why just this week he’d agreed to sell a large block of shares in a clothing factory to a Japanese real estate agency. His father had just acquired them at the request of Aunt Bridget and apparently Ashley and Alyce were the major shareholders. Despite Aunt Bridget begging him to reconsider there was no going back on this. He’d already agreed to sell them and his new solicitor, Edwin Madwick had advised him to get Aunt Bridget’s consent. If she wouldn’t oblige, the sale could still go ahead, but there would be some messy legal complications.

So he and Alyce would journey to Scotland and talk with Aunt Bridget. He’d lead his Aunt to believe they were coming to live with her. Knowing how malleable she had proved in the past, Ashley did think he would have much difficulty in persuading her to sign the sale agreement. Once that was completed he was sure Aunt Bridget would allow them to return to London to live. After all who wanted to live in a draughty old castle in Scotland. The City was where the power lay and Ashley wanted to start using what was almost his right away.

Ashley looked tenderly at his twin, sitting across from him; in the carriage. Although they were not identical, of course that was impossible due to their difference in their sex. They were all but that. Ashley was slightly too short for a boy, and Alyce was just a bit too tall for a girl. Both had identical golden blonde hair. Despite Alyce’s attractiveness her features were just a touch strong for feminine beauty. As if to compensate, Ashley was just too pretty for a boy.

At the instigation of his very assertive sister a number of times in their past seventeen years Ashley had been reluctantly persuaded to change clothing and roles with Alyce. Much to his surprise Alyce had been readily accepted as Ashley and to his acute embarrassment he’d passed undetected as Alyce. Something she’d continued to use against him whenever he had tried to assert himself in an unduly masculine way.

Ashley was having more problems n this area. Despite his age there was not even a trace of the normal male facile or body hair and his voice remained far more feminine than male. To further perplex him, his chest had recently become more rounded and now Alyce rather cruelly teasing him about his breasts. Whilst this was a gross exaggeration, they were noticeable when naked. In contrast was the increase in his sexuality, he was rather disconcerted to find himself erect at the most inconvenient times. So difficult had it been that on a number of times recently, Alyce had provided some manual relief to ease his tension.

Today, with both dressed as they were in jeans and comfortable sweaters for the journey, it was easy to mistake them for two sisters. This in fact had occurred earlier in the day, they were travelling incognito and when he’d asked for the tickets for Ashley and Alyce Hamilton. The ticketing officer had called him Miss and had wished the "two young ladies" a pleasant trip. It was on these occasions he wished his parents had chosen a more conventional name for him.

Today Alyce was still busy with her latest project. His sister was very creative and quite determined to become one of Britain’s leading dress designers. Over the last months Alyce had been researching the changing styles in women and children’s formal wear over the past hundred years. Alyce had quickly dragooned Ashley into helping her and now he had also become a rather reluctant expert in women’s fashion.

The fast intercity Express was almost into Edinburgh and his thoughts turned to the life that lay ahead. Lord Stewart, Aunt Bridget’s, former husband had been the Provost Marshal of Scotland. Aunt Bridget widowed two years, had two children of her own. Strangely enough, these were also twins, again a girl and a boy. They were a year older than Ashley. It must have been an errant gene in the family line that kept producing twins thought Ashley.

They had not seen them for more than a year and his last experience with Evan and Erin had not been pleasant. Evan had been in his rebellious stage, and dressed as a skin head "wild" one. Ill mannered, badly behaved and always in trouble. Ashley had not liked him because of his bullying manner and the way he had treated his Mother. Erin had also been going through a difficult stage and although she had not been as obnoxious their visit had been quite unpleasant.

Alyce seemed to be able deal with Evan and several times had protected Ashley from a beating from his elder cousin. He remembered his parents saying a few months ago that Aunt Bridget had solved the problem, however they had seemed rather loath to talk further about it to either he or Alyce. Since Evan had succeeded to his father’s title, he hoped he had become better mannered. Still this appeared unlikely and it was another reason not to stay with his Aunt.

As they emerged from the reserved carriage onto platform Ashley had expected to see their Aunt and two cousins waiting to greet them. Instead they were approached by a tall smartly dressed woman, accompanied by another clad in a feminised version of a chauffeur’s uniform. She apologised for Lady Stewart’s absence, explaining she was Madame Hester, the major domo and would take them to the estate. A small hiccup occurred as the chauffeur, Peggy, returned. There had been an unfortunate mishap with their luggage, it had been mislaid. Rather than wait Madame Hester said they would proceed to the estate.

The journey took more than an hour, the last part crossing several miles of wild and deserted moorland before passing through a small picturesque village. Madame Hester explained that this formed part of the Stewart estate and the manor house lay a mile beyond. In contrast to the miles of wild moors they had passed through, this valley was of green fields, dotted with white fleeced sheep and looked quite romantic in the soft evening light.

 

Chapter Two. A Mysterious Change.

The car drew up before a very high barred gate. Ashley could see a high stone wall surmounted by broken glass disappearing into the distance. This appeared to surround very large gardenias and the manor house. A camera whirred into life and focussed onto the car. Peggy spoke into a speaker alongside the gate and with a creak the gates opened. Immediately the car passed through they began to close.

Aunt Bridget was awaiting them at the entrance to the manor house. They had not seen their Aunt for nearly two years and Ashley was surprised by how young she appeared. He knew she had been ten years older than their mother, and she should be in her late forties but today she appeared no more than thirty-five. There was not a trace of grey in her reddish blonde hair. She was dressed in a cream silk blouse with a high ruffled neck and long full sleeves. With it Aunt Bridget wore a flower patterned long silk skirt and high heeled buttoned boots. Despite the multiplicity of styles in modern fashion, it was obvious to Ashley’s eye her dress was styled in the fashion of nearly a hundred years ago. The design was reminiscent of one worn by Julie Andrews in the "Mary Poppins" movie he’d seen. She appeared completely different to the memory he had of her when she had been a leading activist in the feminist movement. That had only been a few years ago and she had always worn very mannish styles.

Aunt Bridget hugged and kissed each of them in turn. Saying how wonderful it was to see them again, but how sorry, she was that it was under such sad circumstances. She was so pleased to be able to offer them a home and she hoped they’d be happy with her. She wrinkled her pert nose at their jeans and sweaters saying it was such a pity they still wore such unattractive clothing. Ashley was rather taken aback saying everyone wore it these days. Aunt Bridget replied that perhaps they were more conservative in the highlands but their dress had more style. Alyce placed her arm on Ashley’s, silently urging him to avoid further discussion. Alyce ever the diplomat apologised for their clothing saying they had worn these for travelling. She said they had more suitable clothing in their luggage but unfortunately it had been mislaid.

As they accompanied Aunt Bridget along a quite grand carpeted passageway lined with portraits of her ancestors she said there had been a number of changes to their lifestyle. Before she could explain further, they entered a spacious reception room and Ashley gasped in astonishment. Standing together was his two cousins’ Evan and Erin. For a moment Ashley mind stopped as it tried to accept what he was seeing. Their appearance was quite extraordinary so great was the change last year when the family had visited them, Erin had been into recession wear. She’d worn a long unkempt skirt, shapeless blouse and thick heavy boots.

Today like her Mother’s, Erin’s dress was drawn from the past. An early Edwardian style with a dropped waistline and calf length skirt. Unlike her mother’s it was fashioned for a young girl, one not yet in her teens. It was in peach coloured silk crepe de chine, with a wide Quaker collar in white silk. With she wore white silk stockings and "Mary Jane" ankle strapped shoes. A peach coloured silk ribbon was tied in her long hair. Beneath the dress it was obvious that Erin was tightly corsetted.

Next to her stood her twin brother Evan. Whilst Erin’s clothing had been unusual, Evan’s quite bizarre. Ashley had last seen Evan, wearing torn jeans and a dirty tee shirt, bearing obscene messages. His head had been shaved and he’d worn heavy black "bovver" boots. Today Evan wore a "Little Lord Fauntleroy" suit of peach coloured velvet. The jacket was tightly fitted to his waist, and like his sister it was clear he was wearing a tightly fitted corset.

Beneath the jacket were loosely fitted knee length breeches, fastened just under his knees by wide satin ribbons. Underneath the jacket was a cream satin blouse lavishly trimmed with lace on the collar and the long deep cuffs. Evan’s legs were encased in long cream coloured silk stockings and on his feet were high heeled "Mary Jane" ankle strapped shoes. While his sister wore flat heels these were three inch high.

The change was not recent, gone was the shaven head. In its’ place were shoulder length reddish blond locks. Beneath these was a heavily made up face. Grey eye shadow covered his lids and mascara lengthened his blonde eyelashes. A deep red lipstick outlined his lips and a soft red blusher heightened his cheeks. Evan was a handsome boy and a striking rather than pretty girl. The effect of the clothing and makeup had not successfully created a girl. Rather, Evan looked exactly like an effeminate boy. In one manner it had succeeded; gone was the bullying manner and the superior looks which Erin and Evan had adopted for anyone they considered their social inferiors. Which a year ago had included everyone. Tonight they stood quite still, as if waiting for a sign to continue. This came from a young woman standing to their right.

"Well children aren’t you going to greet your cousins?"

Before Ashley could move Evan took him in his arms, hugging him tightly and kissed him fully on the lips. Ashley immediately drew back. It was instinctive. To be kissed by a male wearing lipstick and perfume was an anathema. Even the touch of his long blonde curls touching Ashley’s face sent a shiver up his spine. Ashley’s response upset Evan. His look was stricken, his eyes dewed; almost flooding with tears as they glanced towards the woman who had just spoken.

She turned towards Ashley, her voice was low but menacing with its icy tone.

"That’s very rude, how dare you act in such a way. Now greet your cousin properly."

Ashley was about to ask who would dare speak to him in such a manner when he saw the angry look in Aunt Bridget’s eyes. He didn’t want to upset her, the need to return to London was uppermost in his mind. Accepting that discretion as the better part of valour, Ashley allowed his cousin to embrace him a second time. He gently deflected the lipstick covered mouth onto his cheek. Both groups of cousins completed their greeting under the watchful eye of the woman. Aunt Bridget stepped forward.

 

Chapter Three. The French Governess.

"Children this is Mademoiselle D’Araignee, she will be your Governess," she said.

For the first time Ashley had a chance to examine her. It was difficult to assess her age but he thought her to be in her early thirties. She was quite beautiful, tall, slim and athletic. Beneath the raven black hair fastened in a chignon on her neck her skin was completely unlined. A perfectly chiselled nose beneath high arched brows, the mouth was full, her lips formed into disdainful smile. Mlle D’Araignee’s eyes drew you immediately, reptilian, black, almost matching her hair, piercing and cold. They looked at him now; examining him as though he was an insect that had just emerged from beneath a rock.

Her dress was in the same style as Aunt Bridget’s Ashley remembered it was called the "Gibson Girl" style, Mlle D’Araignee’s skirt was of dark green and white striped silk worn with a high necked blouse. It looked very formal and business like.

Ashley held out his hand. "How do you do Mlle D’Araignee. I’m very pleased to meet you."

There was a gasp from Evan and Ashley saw a look of fear in his eyes. It was obvious he had just committed a serious faux pas. For a moment he thought Mlle D’Araignee was about to ignore his greeting. Instead, she accepted his hand and with an amused note in her voice said.

"How do you do, Lord Ashley, I’m pleased to meet you."

Mlle D’Araignee turned to Aunt Bridget.

"Your ward is very well mannered. It seems there will be little trouble training him."

Immediately Ashley took deep umbrage. He had been brought up to respect and be polite. Also he had been encouraged him to be assertive and to have opinions of his own. Now as the "man of the house" he was very concerned about both he and his sister’s future. Now Mlle D’Araignee was making plans without consulting either of them.

Before Aunt Bridget could reply Ashley said.

"I’m sure Mlle D’Araignee is only trying to help Aunt Bridget, but both Alyce and I are quite old enough to do without a governess. As we are about to enter University we don’t need the services of a governess."

Ashley saw a look of fury come across Mlle D’Araignee’s face she looked angry enough to hit him. With a visible effort she controlled herself and a cold smile replaced her wrath. She turned to Lady Stewart and said."

Tomorrow we’ll begin, and I’ll enjoy working with our young gentleman."

At that moment Madame Hester entered to say dinner was ready to be served. To Ashley’s surprise Mlle D’Araignee joined them seating herself at the head of the table. As soon as they were seated, two maids came forward and tied large satin bibs about Evan and Erin’s neck. The humiliation it must be having to wear those in company thought Ashley. One look at Evan’s face was enough to confirm this.

Mlle D’Araignee took little part in the dinner conversation. Instead he felt her watching him throughout the meal. Aunt Bridget was concerned on how the funeral had gone and had Elizabeth returned home. It was not a happy occasion and Ashley was surprised when Mlle D’Araignee said it was time for Evan and Erin to retire. For it was still early, only 8.00 pm but he and Alyce will only too happy to also comply. Aunt Bridget said they were to use the guest bedrooms tonight. Tomorrow they’d be moving into their permanent rooms.

One of the maids took him to his room.

" Megan, is my name Lord Ashley, and I’ll be looking after you."

She was pretty in a plumpish fashion and spoke with quite a strong country accent. Lying on the pillow was a ruffled silk blue night shirt. He asked that it be changed for a pair of pyjamas. Megan apologised saying that these were provided on the instructions of Mlle D’Araignee and it was impossible to change them. Ashley considered sleeping in the tee shirt he wore beneath his sweater but in the end decided to accept the proffered garment.

Worn out by the travel and not looking for another argument he removed his clothes and washed before sliding the nightshirt over his head. He shivered as the silken fabric slithered sensuously down his body. With little further ado he slid between soft cotton sheets and was quickly overtaken by unbroken sleep.

 

Chapter Four. The Awakening.

Ashley became groggily awake by the insistent hand on his shoulder.

"Come Lord Ashley. It is time to wake up, It is eight o’clock. Time for you to wake up."

Bright sunlight was streaming into the room. As he finally heeded Megan’s voice.

"I’ve run a bath for you, my Lord." She said.

Ashley struggled out of the nightshirt and sunk into the hot water, before hr realised it was heavily scented. Next moment the door opened as Megan entered the bathroom holding a soft wash cloth about to wash him. Ashley asked her to leave, but the maid said these were her instructions. He insisted that she leave him, with great reluctance she did so. Saying, she’d report his behaviour to Madame Hester.

With a towel draped about him Ashley moved back into the bedroom to begin the chore of dressing. Megan had returned, and was holding a pair of long bloomers of white silk. The elasticised legs were adorned with deep frills of lace. Laid out on the bed were other strange articles of clothing, but Ashley could see they were all about his size.

Megan said. "I’ve laid out your uniform for today Lord Ashley. We’ll have to hurry or you’ll be late for breakfast."

Ashley was dumbfounded. "There must be some mistake," he finally managed to blurt out. "These can’t be for me, they are girl’s clothing."

"I’m sorry Lord Ashley, but those were Mlle D’Araignee’s instructions" Megan replied.

"I won’t wear them, now please fetch my other clothing. This is becoming quite absurd" Said Ashley.

He stood in the middle of the room refusing to dress, clutching the towel tightly about him. Megan disappeared and returned accompanied by Peggy, the burly chauffeur and Mlle D’Araignee. It was evident that Governess was extremely annoyed her face was black as thunder and in her hand she carried a slender leather dog whip.

"Lord Ashley, why are you not dressed?" Her voice was icy cold with rage.

"Because Mlle D’Araignee, these are girl’s clothes. I want my own clothes." He tried to be calm, but could not avoid looking at the whip she kept tapping against her leg. A shiver went up his back as he began to feel an unreasonable fear and understand the dramatic change brought about in his two cousins.

"I would like you to get dressed now Ashley." Mlle D’Araignee’s voice was deceptively calm.

"Mademoiselle, I am becoming rather tired of this. It is quite ridiculous. I am a guest in this house and will not be ordered about by the servants. Now fetch some proper clothes immediately so I can talk to my Aunt." Ashley used the tone that had always made other people jump immediately to do his bidding.

It had no effect on this occasion. Mlle D’Araignee nodded to Peggy. The chauffeur stepped quickly forward and seized Ashley’s wrists. He tried to twist free but found himself helpless in her grasp. With almost contemptuous ease he took both his slender wrists in one hand and pulled the towel from about his waist with the other. Peggy bent his naked body over the bed and held him there. His head was forced down into the bedclothes, lifting his buttocks high in the air.

Before he could cry out, he heard a swish and unbelievable pain exploded through his whole body. Never before had Ashley experienced corporal punishment, his parents had believed in reason and he had never been physically punished before. Ashley could not believe the pain he was experiencing. A white hot knife seemed to run through him. Before he could cry out, the whip slashed across his buttocks a second time.

"Well Ashley are you willing to dress?"

Before he could scream his agreement he heard the whip once again swish towards him.

"Yes, yes I’ll do what you say.! Please stop." He screamed. There was a sickening thud as the whip slashed into the bed alongside him.

At once Peggy released him and helped him to his feet. He stood before Mlle D’Araignee, tears welling in his eyes.

"I will not have disobedience, from my pupils do you understand Ashley. When you are asked to do something you must do it instantly. Do you understand?" She asked.

Ashley nodded his head. He squealed as the whip lashed against his bare leg.

"Come that wasn’t too hard. Just a reminder for you. When you answer my questions, it is good manners to say yes Mlle D’Araignee. Is that clear Ashley?"

Ashley was so shaken he almost made the same mistake, but at the last moment said "Yes Mlle D’Araignee."

The Governess looked him up and down, examining his slender girlish frame. Her lips curled in a contemptuous smile as she said.

"Why on earth you protest about wearing women’s clothes, I’ll never know."

With his mind confused and in turmoil he made no further protest as Megan began to dress him. About his waist went a satin and lace garter belt. It was quite wide and he had to breathe deeply before Megan could fasten it. Once in place it was quite uncomfortable, a half dozen suspenders dangled down his legs. Ashley had to sit whilst the maid rolled white silk stockings up his legs.

As the pain diminished Ashley grew more conscious of the humiliation and to his consternation realised he was having an erection. It was impossible to hide and by the time Megan had smoothed the stockings up his legs and tightened the suspenders he was fully erect. Peggy noticed it first and her giggles gained the attention of Mlle D’Araignee and Madame Hester. By this time Ashley was scarlet with embarrassment and was only too happy to hide himself within the voluminous white silk bloomers Megan drew up his legs.

Mlle D’Araignee and Madame Hester left the room; leaving Megan and Peggy to finish the dressing. Over his head Megan drew a silk and lace camisole .Hilarie reacted to the soft caress of silk as it slithered down his body, sending excitement coursing through his tense body. A blouse was next, of pale blue silk. The long full sleeves finished with delicate cream lace frills, and a high necked Eton collar trimmed the same cream lace. Taking a broad dark blue satin ribbon, Megan slid this beneath the collar and fashioned a large floppy bow tie.

Megan slid a pair of pants up his legs. Ashley breathed a sigh of relief at least his shame would be covered. They were of pale blue panne velvet. They fitted tightly clinging to his thighs before flaring slightly. The cuffs were trimmed with a band of dark blue satin and these they reached only to the top of his knees. Emerging from beneath them were the elasticised legs and the cream lace frills of his bloomers. Next was a jacket fashioned in the "Eton" style very short waisted with three quarter sleeves. Megan adjusted the blouse, ballooning it about his waist and cuffs.

Megan instructed Ashley to seat himself, and fitted low heeled ankle strap shoes to his feet. In white glace kid, they gleamed softly against the white silk stockings. Ashley began to protest as Megan began using makeup on his face. Peggy swished the whip against her skirt in warning and he immediately stopped. He could taste the lipstick then something covered his eyelids.

Megan said. "Just a moment till I fix your hair." She drew it back and as he felt a ribbon being fixed into his long blonde hair he wished he’d had it cut short as Aunt Elizabeth had wanted.

He was not asked to view himself in the mirror, it would be just too awful. Ashley had began to recover some of his spirit, but he still felt caught in a nightmare. He wanted to see Aunt Bridget as soon as possible. Ashley was certain that she would not allow this travesty to continue. He wanted his clothes back and a promise to allow him to lead a normal life. If not Alyce and he would return immediately to London. After all he would have a title upon his majority and that was only months away. If the authorities would not allow them to live on their own he was certain Aunt Elizabeth would take them in.

Alyce! What on earth had happened to her? Every morning it was Alyce who dragged him out of bed. He was about to ask when Megan took his hand.

"Come along Lord Ashley, you’re late for breakfast."

 

Chapter Five. A Pinafore For Lord Ashley

As Ashley entered the breakfast room he saw what had happened to his sister. Alyce was dressed in an identical costume and from the redness of her eyes she had experienced similar treatment. Alyce was standing near the wall and close to her were Evan and Erin. There was little surprise in finding them wearing the same costume.

Moments later Mlle D’Araignee entered the room, both cousins stood together, came to attention and with their fingers delicately holding the hems of their shorts performed a curtesy.

At her "Good morning children."

They both replied in unison "Good morning Mlle D’Araignee."

Then stood together at attention as the Governess carefully examined their clothing and dress. Erin was congratulated, but she found fault with Evan’s nail polish. This which showed a tiny crack on the left finger and Mlle D’Araignee ordered two demerits.

Ashley saw Madame Hester enter this into a large black note book. On completion she showed it to Mlle D’Araignee.

"That makes ten this week Evan. Do you know what that means?" Said Mlle D’Araignee, a mean smile forming on her lips.

All the colour fled from Evan’s face, he was so obviously stricken with fear his voice was barely audible when he murmured

"Please Mlle D’Araignee I deserve two strokes of your whip."

"Come now Evan, two strokes, that was last week. This is the same offence. What must you do?"

There was a distinct tremor in his voice as he said. "Please Mlle D’Araignee I deserve four strokes of your whip."

"Yes you do Evan, and we will add another one for forgetting to ask for the correct number. After gym, Peggy will administer punishment."

The Governess removed the slender leather whip from her wrist and opening the loop hung it about Evan’s neck.

"There now, this will remind you of what you are about to receive. Now Evan, I want you and Erin to help the new children with their pinafores."

As Mlle D’Araignee turned to walk away, Ashley said.

"Excuse me Mlle D’Araignee, I would like to speak to my Aunt. Where would I find her please?"

Ashley’s question bought complete silence to the room except for a gasp from Evan. Mlle D’Araignee turned slowly and fixed two gimlet eyes on Ashley. Mlle D’Araignee was smiling, but there was no mistaking the menace in her voice as she said.

"Lord Ashley, you must wait to be noticed before addressing me, otherwise you lose four demerits. As you are new, I will overlook it this morning; but that is your last warning. Now why do you wish to see Lady Stewart?"

Despite the fear that had been steadily growing since he entered the household Ashley refused to be intimidated. After all he was soon to be a Knight of the realm in his own right.

"This is a personal matter Mlle D’Araignee, and I prefer to discuss it directly with my Aunt." Trying desperately to hide the nervousness he felt from his voice.

Her eyes continued to stare at him. Ashley felt transfixed. As helpless as a rabbit before a snake. After what seemed an eternity she said.

"Normally I act for Lady Stewart, but on this occasion you may speak to her direct. Peggy will take you to her after breakfast."

As Mlle D’Araignee strode from the room, Ashley could see Evan and Erin were still transfixed by his temerity. Even Alyce, normally very outspoken appeared completely cowed in Mlle D’Araignee’s presence.

As she left the room Evan and Erin collected from a large cupboard four snowy white garments. They were of fine eyeleted Swiss voile, so sheer as to be almost transparent. A large frill of silk organdie ran completely around the garment, foaming along the sides, armholes, and neckline. Evan helped him unbutton the shoulder and left side, then fitted it to his body. It floated down enveloping his body almost to his ankles and swirled about him with every movement.

He shuddered as the pinafore brushed sensuously against his silk clad ankles. Never had he felt so humiliated, the ridiculous suit he was wearing was bad enough; but the pinafore was really humiliating. Ashley had tried to psychologically adjust to this situation by pretending (at least for the moment) he was in fancy dress. He might have succeeded except for the pinafore. Dressed in this made it impossible, the garment was designed to demean them, to reduce their status to that of children. Wearing it with the silk and lace bloomers, the satin blouse and makeup made him feel so feminised that he just wanted to hide away and cry.

He turned to protest and saw the triumphant look in Peggy’s eyes. She wanted another chance to punish him and use the whip. Ashley was not ready for another confrontation which he could not win. With as much dignity as he could assemble Ashley seated himself at the table. Apart from asking politely for the various ingredients on the table there was little talk amongst participants. Evan was still very preoccupied with his forthcoming punishment. His whole body seemed to quiver whenever the whip, now hanging beneath the pinafore, happened to touch his arm or swung against his body.

The maids standing in the background waiting for each of their charges to finish, glowered at Ashley and Alyce as they began talking to each other. Poor Alyce, who by now was clearly intimidated by all that was going on about her. Ashley did not want to add to her problems by talking to her. Instead he tried to lift her spirits by gently squeezing her hand beneath the table. He at least succeeded in bringing a tiny smile to her lips.

By now Ashley was finding his new clothing quite difficult to handle. The frills on the sleeves of his blouse kept covering his hands and several times they narrowly escaped dipping into his drink of milk. He was also rather disconcerted by the effect the silken underwear was having on his body. Every time Ashley moved the slippery sensuous fabrics slithered across his skin. He could even hear a sibilant hiss as the silk stockings slid up and down, interacting with his silk bloomers. Plus he was aware of a pleasant tickle as the gossamer frills of his pinafore tickled his smooth skin through the stockings.

He had tried to ignore the sensation but it had proved impossible. The reaction to it all was centred between his legs and he knew that again he was quite firmly erect. He prayed that before it was time to leave the table that it would once more be under control, or his pinafore would at least help disguise his embarrassing condition.

 

Chapter Six. Lady Bridget’s Agenda.

All at once Megan was at his side.

"Come Lord Ashley, I will take you to Lady Stewart."

Ashley stood up, his condition was obvious. Quickly he turned away, trying to hide himself but Megan would have none of it.

She said. "Just a moment, we’ll have to change your pinafore it has a spot on it."

Ashley had to stand in full view of the grinning maids as Megan replaced the pinafore, then applied some more lipstick and adjusted his hair ribbon.

"There that’s better, we can’t have you looking like some little street urchin can we?" She said.

It was Heather, the pretty maid assigned to Alyce who said to her colleagues. "Little he is not, look how that velvet has stretched. Funny isn’t it how silk bloomers and stockings always makes them stick out so. What’s he going to be like once he’s put into tight corset?. Remember what it did to Master Evan?"

Megan took his hand, stopping before an ornate door. Knocking, they entered. The room was drenched in the early morning autumn sun. Cream silk drapes covered the walls. The room was enormous, and leading off it were other doors. Quite dwarfed by the spacious room was Aunt Bridget, propped up by cream silk pillows in a large four poster bed. She was wearing a yellowish gold silk satin night gown, low cut, the top supported by slender spaghetti straps. She looked very relaxed; her hair was loose and she smiled sleepily as he entered.

"Come closer Ashley let me see how you look. Oh my! You are so pretty. That outfit is so much nicer than those awful jeans and sweater you had on last night." Aunt Bridget’s eyes were alight with enthusiasm. She held out her hand. "Come, sit beside me."

As Ashley was about to sit she admonished him for not spreading and smoothing the pinafore beneath him.

"We don’t want to get your pretty pinny all creased now, do we?"

Seated close to her Ashley realised just how beautiful his Aunt was. There was scarcely a wrinkle on her face, just a trace of laugh lines about her deep green eyes. The only blemish was what seemed a recent love bite on her neck. It was just visible through the blonde hair gleaming softly in the sunlight framing her classically beautiful face. The low cut bodice of her night dress exposed her breasts. The two rosy aureoles taut and erect on the alabaster skin were clearly visible. He stared at them, Aunt Bridget caught his glance. Her smile was knowing as she reached up cupping each breast in her hands she said."Do you like them?"

Ashley felt the embarrassment flood through his body. He knew his face was bright scarlet as he stumbled through an apology. Aunt Bridget’s hands left her breasts, one stroked his cheek and the other rested lightly on his thigh.

"Dearest Ashley, don’t apologise darling, it is quite a compliment for my old body to receive such attention from one so pretty."Her hand gently caressed the inside of his thigh."And it’s quite a lot of attention you’re paying too."She said. "Now what was it you wanted to see me about?"

Ashley was by now quite flustered, but he quickly mustered his thoughts and set about explaining how he and Alyce wanted to return to London.

Aunt Bridget, continued to smile and stroke his leg."But I’ll arrange to have you and Alyce tutored here Ashley dear. It will be so much more convenient." Said Aunt Bridget.

Ashley said. "Aunt Bridget, I’m being treated as a child. This morning I was soundly beaten by that horrible Mlle D’Araignee when I refused to wear these ridiculous sissy clothes. It’s not right that the hired help can do that."

There was a gleam of anger in Aunt Bridget’s eyes, and a surge of hope went through Ashley. Aunt Bridget looked annoyed enough to fire the Governess.

"Please Aunt Bridget I’m not a child or a sissy, and I want to return to my normal life."

From the frown on her face and her tone it was clear Aunt Bridget was very annoyed with what she’d heard. Suddenly a quite confused Ashley realised Aunt Bridget was angry with him. She seemed not to care about the treatment he’d received.

"I’m afraid that’s impossible Ashley. My goodness, fancy calling Madeleine -Mlle D’Araignee the "hired help". That shows very little respect for your elders, and it is time that changed. Mlle D’Araignee insists it is time to return to some of the old values of discipline and good manners in our children. Now I’m glad she persuaded me, you two children should receive similar training."

Ashley was stunned, he’d thought he’d have little trouble in persuading his Aunt to allow them to return to London. In the past Aunt Bridget had agreed with practically everyone. He’d half expected that he’d be back in his jeans and sweater by this time, and Mlle D’Araignee would have received her marching orders.

In his confusion Ashley glanced about the room. There folded carefully on the chiffonier were the green and white striped silk skirt and the blouse Mlle D’Araignee had worn last night. Significantly, right next to it were some discarded night clothes and underwear. He looked again at his Aunt and the love bite on her neck, suddenly his plan began to disintegrate about him. What on earth was he going to do now?

Aunt Bridget turned to him, Still smiling but her face showing concern.

"I’m doing this for the good of you and Alyce, Ashley. Both Evan and Erin were almost sent to prison on drug charges. Oh you’ve no idea how much pain they caused, and so much trouble. Our family name was almost destroyed with their antics. It was dear Madeleine who solved all our problems with her new approach. Now they’re such dear children and so respectful to their Mother."

Ashley was quite taken back but tried to hide his astonishment. It was hard to believe that Aunt Bridget could see the cruel intimidation of her children as mere discipline. Ashley tried once more to convince her to let them go by now he was feeling quite desperate.

"But Aunt Bridget neither Alyce nor I have ever had any thing to do with drugs, we will be perfectly safe I assure you."

Aunt Bridget’s voice was quite firm when she said. "No Ashley, I’m afraid my mind is made up. I owe a duty to your parents and for the next six months you will join Evan and Erin, after that maybe we’ll look at your education again. Besides my dear you look so pretty in your costume and beautiful pinafore."

The hand that took hold of his was surprisingly firm, Ashley tried to pull away as her other hand moved up and down his inner leg. She took hold of his still swollen member and squeezed it tightly. To his utter chagrin he felt it instantly respond, becoming hard and erect. Aunt Bridget’s smile was ironic, one eyebrow forming a tiny question mark.

"Well darling, you say that you don’t like the sweet little satin and velvet clothes but your body says otherwise. Yes I think a period with Evan in Mlle D’Araignee’s class will be very good for you."

"But Aunt Bridget....!" Ashley was not allowed to continue.

Aunt Bridget raised her hand. "Now Ashley, I’ve heard enough. For the next six months you’ll be in Mlle D’Araignee’s charge after that well then we’ll see......Now you’d best join the others, you are already late for class."

 

Chapter Seven. Exercise and Punishment.

School was conducted in a sunny spacious classroom. It was well equipped with modern desks most of them sporting computer terminals and video equipment. The first lesson was on international economics and all the children were expected to contribute to the discussion. Peggy was the tutor and asked some very penetrating questions. Ashley and Alyce were excused for this week, then they’d face an in depth examination of the lesson. Already Erin had received two demerits, and with another five days to go it was likely she would be wearing the whip around her neck before the week ended.

Another hour was spent on English Literature, in which the unfortunate Erin gained another black mark from their tutor. Her maid Heather, the tutor for this session. Then the class was adjourned for the gym. session.

The twins were already paired to help each other dress, Ashley and Evan; Erin and Erin. Ashley was surprised to find they were to completely change for the session. Evan helped him unbutton the pinafore and remove the velvet suit and blouse. Then Ashley had to remove his bloomers and camisole. He was left in his stockings and garter belt, displaying his swollen member.

Feeling very self conscious of his aroused state he helped Evan remove his clothing, surprisingly his cousin also erect. Evan’s body was also completely hairless, there was not the slightest sign of any pubic hair which made him appear even larger against the baby smooth skin.

Evan was wearing a very uncomfortable looking corset of white satin. Heavy shoulder straps held his shoulders braced back, and a high torso pushed the flesh on his chest upwards to form a miniature bust. Beneath this, his waist was drawn down into a very narrow waist, shaped by heavy lacing at the rear. So tight was it that he thought his two hands would probably span it. It looked extremely uncomfortable.

Below the waist the strange design continued. The corset had the sides coming halfway down Evan’s thighs, with a separate band encompassing each leg. The exercise suits were of terry towelling cut like romper suits. The tops were quite loose fitting with short puffed sleeves. The bottoms, joined to the top were loosely cut with elasticised legs that came half way down his thighs. Just far enough to just cover the stocking tops. The bottom was complete with a cleverly constructed let down nature flap. By unfastening the six tiny flush fitting dome fastenings on the waist band and the three on each of the two side seams, the rear could be lowered to completely expose the buttocks.

Although the suits appeared to be very practical and looked comfortable to wear, their appearance was quite deceptive. The suits were lined loosely on the inside with a very soft and slithery satin. The bottom part of the suit was quite extraordinary full and billowy, like oversized bloomers. With every movement the inner satin material teased and caressed his body. In particular it played havoc with his bottom, his member and his testes sac. It was like being continually stroked by the softest of hands and by the time the time the exercises were complete, he felt ready to explode.

It was obviously having a similar effect had on Evan and the sex difference between the two sets of twins was very much in evidence. Both he and Evan were flushed and sported enormous erections. The two girls were also highly excited and Ashley wondered how they had been effected. He thought it was strange, the satin was unlikely to have affected them in the same manner.

At the end of the exercise session, they were assembled before a padded bar, this Ashley realised was for punishment. Evan, now trembling tried with fumbling fingers to unfastened the fastenings of his nature flap. In the end his nervousness; aggravated by Peggy slapping the whip against her leg; was too much for him. His fingers trembled too much to unfasten the buttons and Erin had to complete the task. He bent over the bar and Peggy fastened his wrists to his ankles with two straps. Using a crank she raised the bar until the boy was on tip toe.

Peggy spread his legs apart. With the nature flap lowered, Evan’s pink tinged buttocks protruded from the corset like two firm breasts. Exposed, they were vulnerable and completely unprotected. The whip slashed down against the soft flesh and met with a sickening crack. She raised it again leaving a red line etched sharply against the white flesh. As the whip struck, Evan gave a loud cry, becoming more desperate with each blow. By the fourth he was crying piteously begging the punishment be stopped. Before the sixth blow Ashley saw the exercise suit darken with moisture and a trickle of urine begin running down Evan’s leg.

Before the punishment he had felt hatred for the pain and degradation Mlle D’Araignee, was causing Evan. But after two strokes, he began to feel a strange excitement. As Evan’s cries became more piteous his breath quickened and a warm flush flowed his body. At each scream he felt a strange sense of power and was disanointed when Peggy stopped. In the aftermath, Ashley felt degraded and horror struck with the feelings that had engulfed him.

As Evan was released he stood alongside Alyce. He wanted to explain to her what had happened this morning with Aunt Bridget. This was confidential and he was reluctant to go ahead in the presence of Erin. The decision was taken away from him by Erin.

"Come along Ashley if we are not finished by the time Peggy returns we’ll all receive the cane."

 

Chapter Eight. A Touching Scene.

As he helped the now softly sobbing Evan under the shower, Ashley was astonished at how feminine his cousin’s body had become. Even without the corset his waist was very slender. The slenderness heightened by his plump buttocks and the swelling of his chest; which had developed into breasts. They were tiny, only the size of baby oranges but they were obviously the result of something more than the tight confines of the corset. Tautly erect in the centre of them were two large rose coloured nipples.

Next to him, Alyce had unfastened Erin’s corset. Once released Erin gave a sigh and said, "Thank goodness."

She bent down and with two fingers of her left hand stretched the lips of her hairless labia. Inserting two fingers of her other hand she withdrew a gold egg shaped object. Noticing his curiosity she placed them in his hand. They were fashioned from gold. The egg was warm and slippery from her body it sat in his hand. It seemed to have a life of it’s own as it quivered and vibrated with the slightest movement.

She turned and helped Alyce remove hers. This proved too much for his sister, as it emerged Alyce bent over and with her hands holding her stomach, gasped into an orgasm. Ashley went to hold her, but Erin held him back.

"Alyce’s perfectly okay, these are pleasure eggs. They serve the same purpose as the satin liners in your exercise suit, they are designed to sexually excite us. We’re not supposed to climax though. Mlle D’Araignee wants us to be sexually aroused and frustrated ,not satisfied. I’ll have to tell Mlle D’Araignee immediately."

Ashley was astounded, and said."Why tell her Erin, let Alyce climax, it must be more salifying for her."

Erin looked at him, her eyes searching to see whether he was serious.

"Oh Ashley, this is your first day. The rules are quite clear, we must report anything or any breaking immediately otherwise I would receive twice the punishment. Now please help Evan or we’ll be late."

Erin joined Alyce under the shower and immediately were happily soaping one another’s bodies. Obviously enjoying themselves if the amount of giggling and laughing coming from their antics was any indication. Ashley, felt quite uncomfortable in their presence. While he didn’t consider himself particularly prudish it was awkward watching his sister being intimately caressed by another girl. Particularly when he himself was stark naked and still uncomfortably erect, a condition he was unable to redress. The thought of masturbation in the presence of his sister and cousins was quite repugnant. If there had been some privacy he’d not have hesitated.

Evan, who at last had stopped sobbing, offered to wash him. Ashley had quite politely, but firmly declined. The thought of another male’s hands touching and caressing his body was quite nauseating. Ashley hated touching another male, but found it impossible to avoid applying a sweetly scented salve to his cousin’s bottom. He was as gentle as possible, for although the whip had not broken the skin, the weal’s were quite deep and could be felt with his fingers. To his disquiet Evan clearly enjoyed Ashley’s ministration and by the time he had completed the task was stiffly erect.

Another four sets of clothing lay ready in the dressing room. Ashley and Alyce learned from their cousins that a maid would help them in the morning and evening but during the day they would pair off and help each other. Ashley and Evan. Alyce and Erin. Accepting the lessor of two evils and keep clear of Evan’s eager clutches. Ashley accepted that there was nothing he could do about his new wardrobe and quickly began dressing himself.

The clothing was similar to that worn earlier in the morning. Ashley fastened the satin garter belt about his waist. This one was deeper, tighter and more heavily boned than his earlier one and he had to breath in deeply before it would fit. He rolled blue silk stockings up his legs, fastening them to the suspender. Thinking how fortunate he was not having to wear the heavy corsets Evan and Erin, were struggling to fasten.

The blue silk knickers he drew on were shorter in the leg, reaching only half way down his thigh and were very loose fitting. Ashley pulled a matching camisole over his head but before he could start on the outer clothing there came a plaintive cry from Evan.

"Please help me Ashley, otherwise I’ll be late and be punished."

Evan had fastened the front of the corset, but the laces still had to be tightened. Ashley drew the opening together, Evan drawing his torso in to help. There was still remained almost an inch, when Ashley, listening to the breathless gasps from Evan was certain it was finished.

"Are the edges touching?" Evan asked in a strangled voice. On learning of the gap, he was insistent they be tightened further. It required the help of Erin to complete the task. Ashley looked at Evan, his face red with the effort of the tightened laces.

"It must be very uncomfortable to wear a corset that tight. Why not loosen it off. I’m sure no-one would notice." Said Ashley to Erin.

"Oh Ashley dear, the maids check us regularly during the day to make sure we don’t do that. Besides, if it did happen I’d have to tell Mlle D’Araignee. It is part of the rules, if anyone infringes; and you are aware, you have to tell immediately. The penalty for not doing so is twice the punishment the offender gets. For not having a fully fastened corset means the wearer has to spend two days in the "Venus" corset. But for not fastening it properly, or not telling Mlle D’Araignee about it, means four days. I’d rather receive Evan’s caning than spend even two in the Venus. I get really frightened wearing that."

She ran her hands over her tiny hand span waist.

"Besides I’ve got used to it and it gives me a feeling of security. It feels quite strange now when I’m not wearing one. You’ll find it will happen to you as well."

Ashley felt shocked, wear a corset. That would be the final straw. Before he could pursue the matter, Erin urged him to complete his dressing. The pants he drew up his legs were knee length knickerbockers of white taffeta with a drawstring waist. At his knees were deep turned up cuffs, trimmed with a blue satin bow.

Instead of a blouse there was a matching thigh length tunic with a wide sailor collar. The collar was decorated with three lines of the same blue ribbon. A matching ribbon was on the long tight four buttoned cuffs of the puffed sleeves. He slid his feet into white glace kid mid heeled boots. They were ankle length and it took a few minutes’ work with a button hook to complete the fastening.

Ashley was at a loss with the make up box. In the nick of time Alyce came to his aid. Quickly making up his eyes and applying just the right amount of lipstick and blusher to his face. The white satin was tied in his hair and Alyce stood in front of him. She lightly grasped his chin with her fingers and gently turned his face from side to side and said.

"My, my, brother dear, you look so pretty. These clothes make you more feminine than any of us"

Ashley blushed bright red. This was the last thing he wanted to hear from his sister. Never the less the words sent a strange thrill racing through his body with the outcome once again emerging between his legs.

Ashley looked at Alyce and his two cousins. He knew they mirrored his own appearance, yet they did not appear as bizarre as the situation demanded. Here were four adults dressed in costumes designed for young children of nearly a century before. But in the few hours he been subjected to this treatment he was finding his appearance normal.

Evan took his hand and said, "Come along Ashley, otherwise we’ll be late. I don’t want to be beaten again today."

 

Chapter Nine. Mirror Image.

He looked at the two girls walking hand in hand in front of them. As they passed one of the many large mirrors lining the passageway all four were reflected together. It was impossible to distinguish male from the female, they all looked the same. Four blonde head with silk ribbons braided through and carefully made up faces. Four shapely bottoms swaying beneath the white taffeta tunics.

Although the costumes were originally designed for young boys, they were even more feminine than a dress. He shivered as the taffeta hissed sibilantly against his silk stockings. It was not cold that sent the quiver through his body. The trembling was a combination of fear about his future and the excitement of the taffeta rubbing against the silk. Not knowing which reason had created this strange feeling was even more threatening than the shiver itself.

Ashley was very hungry. The breakfast this morning had consisted only of fruit, porridge and a glass of warm milk. He was starving, missing the cooked meal he usually had. In the breakfast room, he performed the same ritual of collecting and donning a pinafore. They were even more feminine than those they’d worn early in the morning. Made of white silk, with wide frills of Chantilly lace running along the armholes, the sides and hemline. The pinafores for the boy’s had different embroidery along the hem and on the smocked bodice. The boys had wild flowers and butterflies, while the girls were decorated in boats and sailing ships.

The lunch was far from the feast Ashley had hoped for. There were no meat or sweets. Instead there were plenty of salads and fresh fruit, served with milk or iced water. No matter how much Ashley ate he still felt hungry and he longed for some fried food or a sticky sweet.

No sooner had they completed the meal, when Mlle D’Araignee entered the room. Evan and Erin hurriedly scrambled to their feet and dropped into a graceful curtesy . Alyce and Ashley by this time had learned to show respect to Mlle D’Araignee and stood by their chairs. There was a glint of triumph in the Governesses eyes as they stood up.

"Please be seated enfants" and taking a seat at the head of the table, she smiled and said.

"There will be a special treat for you this afternoon. Instead of having your usual rest, Evan and Erin, you may accompany your cousins to the village."

A smile lit up on both Evan and Erin’s faces as they chorused. "Oh thank you Mlle D’Araignee."

It was illustrative to Ashley just how much they were under the thumb of Mlle D’Araignee. Only last year Ashley’s father had offered his two much travelled cousins, as a birthday present, a trip to India . They had rudely declined saying India was boring.

"Been there, done that" had been a sneering reply to the offer.

Now they were greeting a visit to the nearby tiny town with such enthusiasm.

Evan looked at Mlle D’Araignee and raised his hand to his shoulder.

Mlle D’Araignee said. "Yes Evan? You have a question."

"Oh yes Mademoiselle. May I ask why we are going?"

"Yes Evan, you may accompany Ashley and Alyce to Evewear. There they are to have their new foundations fitted. I’m sure you’ll find it very interesting." Said Mlle D’Araignee.

Without considering the consequences Ashley said. "I’m not wearing a corset." The room fell completely silent.

Ashley’s ear was seized from behind, so savagely, he felt it would he torn from his head.

"Shall I beat him Madame?" Said Peggy, enthusiasm filling her voice.

"No. You may release him Peggy."

Mlle D’Araignee was smiling as Ashley cautiously massaged his ear, tried to ease the pain.

"That is the last warning you will ever receive young man. You will never address me unless you receive permission to do so, and you must never speak again in such a rude manner. Your punishment if you disobey, will be to spend some time in the quiet room. I’m sure Evan will agree with me that naughty boys enter it, but good boys come out of it. Would you like to visit it again Evan?" Mlle D’Araignee looked at his cousin as she spoke.

At her words all the colour drained from Evan’s face and his whole body began to tremble in fear. He stumbled forward and sank to his knees before her.

"Oh please Mademoiselle, please do not put me in there. Please I beg you." He was sobbing with fear.

Mlle D’Araignee looked directly at Ashley her eyes were triumphant, as she said.

"Relax Evan, only naughty boys get to spend the night in the quiet room. Are you going to be good?"

Evan was still shaking as he whimpered. "Yes Mademoiselle, I’ll be very good."

Whatever the quiet room was, it had certainly changed the character of his once brash cousin. He looked at Erin, she to was white and trembling. This seemed a good time to exercise caution. Having to wear a corset similar to Evan’s was going to be both uncomfortable and humiliating. The alternative was to find out why Evan and Erin showed such stark terror, when threatened with the quiet room.

Ashley raised his hand, keeping his eyes downcast. After what seemed an eternity, Mlle D’Araignee said.

"You wish to speak Ashley?"

"I wish to say I’m sorry Mlle, and ask your forgiveness."

Mlle D’Araignee smiled at his words, there was a mixture of sardonic amusement and triumph at his words. He was certain she did not think he had suddenly undergone a conversion in attitude. At the same time his apology signified a distinct weakening of his resolve.

Ashley was not sure what to do. In the few short hours he had been under Mlle D’Araignee control, Ashley was beginning to behave in a way; only yesterday he would have considered totally unacceptable. If Alyce had told him during the train journey, that in less than twenty-four hours, he would be wearing a satin sailor suit, silk stockings and a silk pinafore, Ashley would have said she was completely crazy. Now that had happened, and he had agreed to be fitted into a tight corset. He knew this concession was only the beginning. More demeaning demands would follow and he could see no way of stopping them.

 

Chapter Ten. Mademoiselle la Heroine.

A small mercy occurred before leaving the Manor house, the pinafores were removed. The wearing of those hateful garments humiliated him more than anything else. Their makeup was freshened and the ribbons retied in their hair. Peggy drove, while Megan accompanied her in the front of the elderly but perfectly maintained Bentley. Mlle D’Araignee relaxed in the spacious rear seat with the two girls. On the two jump seats facing her sat Ashley and Evan.

Mlle D’Araignee explained they were going to the "House of Stewart", their family company, and the producers of EVEWEAR. The haute couture costumes, "EVAFIRM" corsetry and the exclusive lingerie were made here. She went on to tell them that Evan, when he had assumed his father’s title had attempted to close the company. Preferring to spend the money on drugs and other pleasures more suited to his previous lifestyle. If he had succeeded, more than three hundred employees would have lost their jobs and would now be facing destitution.

Following his reconsideration, the House of Stewart had gone on to further success. Mlle D’Araignee’s role as saviour was clear to the people of the town and they very grateful for the changes in their Laird. He was serving as a role model for improving the behaviour of all males in the town. At one stage she said, Lord Evan and Erin had escaped from the Manor House. Immediately all the villagers had assembled, prepared to spend day and night scouring the countryside. In less than two hours both he and Erin had been returned to their Mother. It had taken only a short period in the silent room for Evan to completely change his personality. As Evan’s blushed bright red, Mlle D’Araignee reached out and patted his hand and said.

"For which we are all very grateful."

The Bentley drew up before a porticoed entrance. The building had been erected in the 1920’s , and despite the age was very impressive. Assembled before it, were a dozen men and women, villagers and workers from the factory. Ashley now realised he was about to appear in public. Immediately the car halted, Peggy came to the rear door and opened it for Mlle D’Araignee.

As she emerged from the car she was greeted with respect. The boys and men in the crowd removed their hats or caps and bowed and the girls and women curtsied. Evan’s appearance resulted in some angry murmuring from the crowd and it was obvious he was not very popular. One large rather florid man, wearing a tweed jacket, and Stewart tartan kilt stepped forward. He was holding his badge of office, a bowler hat in his hands and said.

"I like the young master’s costume, Mademoiselle D’Araignee. He’s not likely to run off and sell our company dressed like that."

"Of course he won’t McDougal, and I’m sure you’ll make sure he doesn’t run off again."

Mr McDougal was the Work’s Manager and Ashley realised that although his kilt and jacket were distinctly male, he was wearing a pintucked and embroidered white shirt with a "peter pan" collar. This was not the only feminine item. It was also obvious that he wore nylon stockings beneath the kilt.

Ashley looked more closely at the other members of the factory staff and realised that Mr McDougal’s costume was not unique. The clothing of the majority of the men and boys was similar in style to their Manager’s.

Mlle D’Araignee introduced Ashley and Alyce to Mr McDougal and the staff.

"Lord Evan has been joined by his two cousin’s from London. May I present the Earl of Harewood, Lord Ashley, and his sister, Lady Alyce."

Again the townsfolk nodded and bowed in greeting, without the anger they’d displayed against Evan. In fact they seemed quite disconcerted. Finding it very difficult to accept that the very beautiful Lord Ashley was in fact a male. They seemed somewhat surprised that both he and Lady Alyce had been attired in a similar manner to their antagonists in the class war.

It was Mr McDougal, his brow furrowed in concentration, who at last cottoned on to Ashley’s identity and asked Mlle D’Araignee if this bonny wee lassy, was the same Lord Ashley who owned the Harewood Trust. The one which was about to sell the majority ownership in The House of Stewart to the Japanese.

Mlle D’Araignee nodded her head.

"The very one Mr McDougal. We are trying to persuade Lord Ashley to change his decision. While he makes up his mind we thought it best that he and Lady Alyce stay with us at the Manor house. Lord Ashley and Lady Alyce arrived without any suitable clothing. We are here for Mrs Bracewell to fit them out with some corsets and suitable costumes. For some reason they’ve proved rather reluctant guests. Lord Ashley wants to return to London immediately, but we really must show him some real Scottish hospitality. I’m sure we can rely on you and the village to look after them if they should happen to lose their way."

"Oh we’ll look after them Mlle D’Araignee. We will look after them, we certainly will."

The look he gave Ashley was not a pleasant one.

They were shown into a large comfortably appointed room. Well lit and with a deep piled carpet. Two women were awaiting them, a large authoritative, well dressed lady; and a smaller, younger, women who holding a notebook and tape measure. Both women immediately bowed their heads to Mademoiselle D’Araignee as she entered.

 

Chapter Eleven. A Fitting Experience.

Mlle D’Araignee had returned their greeting, and both Evan and Erin curtsied in turn to the women. Ashley and Alyce were introduced. The elder woman was senior corsetiere Mrs Bracewell and her assistant was Miss Tilly Barter. Whilst Mlle D’Araignee and the remainder of the party seated themselves to one side, Ashley was told to remove his clothing. He asked for the dressing room, but was told to undress where he stood.

Feeling very vulnerable and embarrassed he removed the tunic and trousers. Miss Bater helped him undo the garter belt. He hesitated, before removing his only protection, the blue silk knickers. But was told to hurry up. Then he was naked. He tried to hide himself behind cupped hands, but was told by Mrs Bracewell not to be so foolish.

Mrs Bracewell began measuring his body, she was very thorough and exacting. The measuring covered his waistline, hips, chest, neck, arms etc. All the time calling out the measurements to her assistant. He thought she’d never end, then she started on his more inmate parts. Despite his shock she cupped his testes in her hand and began to weigh and measure them. Stretching his member too determine its size. Thankfully her measurements were very clinical and he felt no sense of arousal but he felt very embarrassed to be handled so publically.

"Will he be doctored Mademoiselle?" Said Mrs Bracewell.

"Lady Stewart doesn’t want to at the moment Mrs Bracewell. Though in my own mind I’m sure that’s what is really needed." Said Mlle D’Araignee.

Mrs Bracewell nodded her head in agreement as she pulled a surgeon’s glove onto her right hand. Taking a jar of vaseline she greased the middle finger. Ashley was ordered to bend over, and before he realised what was about to happen, her finger thrust deep into his rosette and touched his prostate. He cried out. Shocked at the sudden violation of his body. Her other hand held him firm as he tried to pull away. The finger pressed against his prostate in a special way and he felt a warm feeling flood his body. Mrs Bracewell released him and as he straightened up he knew he was firmly erect.

Ashley was allowed no respite as the redoubtable corsetiere completed her measurements. She then consulted her assistant and said to Mlle D’Araignee.

"We’ll be able to fit him straight away Mademoiselle. Using one of our samples, while we prepare the custom made corsets."

Not knowing what he should do. He stood trying to hide his erection. At last Miss Tilly Barter returned with a large box and removed a heavily boned white satin corset.

She fitted it about his body, fastening the front with a myriad of hooks and eyes. It gripped his body tightly, there was absolutely no give in the material and he found difficulty in drawing a full breath. Miss Barter adjusted the shoulder straps drawing his shoulders back until he felt his blades must be touching. With that complete, Miss Barter fitted it to his body. The two six inches deep satin bands attached to the bottom of the garment, were fastened tightly about the top of his legs.

Miss Barter lowered a trapeze like device from the ceiling. Telling him to grasp the bar, his wrists were fastened to it to it with satin ribbon. Then drawn upwards until Ashley was standing upon tiptoes. Miss Barter began tightening the corset laces. The breath seemed to be driven from his body as they drew tighter and tighter. He managed to gasp out.

"Please no more, I can’t breath." His pleas drew no sympathy from his audience.

Mlle D’Araignee, saying.""Oh be quiet Ashley."

Ashley had never felt so uncomfortable, there was no escape from unceasing pressure.

At last Miss Barter said. "There Mlle D’Araignee, I think that is’ as tight as I can draw it."

She used her tape measure about his waist."Just a fraction over twenty four inches, quite good for a boy on his first time. Next time I’m sure we’ll do a lot better."

She then began to unwind the trapeze and lower Ashley from his toes. To his dismay the corset tightened even further. He stood, his breath coming in small gasps, at last he was becoming used to the constant pressure on his waist and torso. It was dreadfully uncomfortable but at least the panic that he would not be able top breath had left him.

"Please get him dressed Miss Barter, the boy looks positively indecent" said Mlle D’Araignee.

During the agony of becoming corsetted Ashley had forgotten that his sex organs were completely exposed. The corset covered his body, but below this, his member stood erect and exposed. Ashley looked towards Mlle D’Araignee and his cousin’s. Mlle D’Araignee was talking to Mrs Bracewell, Erin was looking rather self consciously at the far wall but Evan and staring quite unashamedly at Ashley’s privates. It was quite disconcerting, to get this sort of attention from his male cousin. Evan suddenly looked up aware that Ashley had noticed his attention. Disconcertingly, Ashley found no guilt in his eyes, only a look of longing.

Miss Barter returned with his underclothing. She rolled white silk stockings up his legs fastening them to the eight suspenders attached to the bottom of the corset. Then to his horror she held out a pair of shocking pink satin bloomers, trimmed all around with black lace. Mlle D’Araignee literally clapped her hands when she saw them.

"Oh how splendid Miss Barter. Lord Ashley won’t want to go around exposing himself in those I’m sure. Especially in the pretty white dress he’ll be wearing."

Mrs Bracewell said. "Mademoiselle, these are quite special as well, may I demonstrate?"

She opened the nature flap before asking Ashley to step into them. The long frills of lace tickled his silk stockinged encased legs. Mrs Bracewell drew the bloomers up as far as his hips, them pulling the front of waist forward with one hand. In the other she took his rigid member and inserted it into a length of satin tubing sewn to the inside front of the bloomers.

Once it was positively seated, Mrs Bracewell finally positioned the bloomers and made adjustment to the his suspenders.

"Lord Ashley, please walk over to Mademoiselle D’Araignee."

As Ashley moved across the room towards her, he became aware that with each step he took, there was a gentle tugging from his hips which caused his member to be pulled from side to side. Glancing down two ribbons now attached to his corsets, and these pulling the tube backwards and forwards with each step he made. The action was gentle but persistent which softly caressed his member and was impossible to ignore.

He had to stand before Miss D’Araignee, as Mrs Bracewell explained the design. Miss Barter had realised how very effective the exercise panties had been in stimulating Lord Evan, she had now incorporated the design into their ordinary underwear. Now, whenever Mademoiselle wished, her charges could be kept in an excited state. As you can see it is quite simple Mademoiselle, but very effective."

To Ashley’s chagrin she took hold of his rigid member and demonstrated how it was held in the tube and attached to the two ribbons fastened to the suspenders on each hip.

Mlle D’Araignee smiled and said. "My congratulations Mrs Bracewell. You are proving to be quite ingenious. Will it allow them to climax?"

Mrs Bracewell gave her an assurance that it would not.

"If they went on a twenty mile route march, walking very quickly, it is possible Mademoiselle, but it’s very unlikely."

Mlle D’Araignee smiled. "Yes as you say Mrs Bracewell unlikely. Now we’d best finish dressing our newcomers."

 

Chapter Twelve. A La Mode.

The remainder of his clothing proved to be not as uncomfortable as the corset nor as humiliating as the bloomers. Still Ashley was completely abased and mortified by the time Mrs Bracewell and Miss Barter had finished.

A white satin slip with multiple skirts of rustling taffeta trimmed with lace, was carefully drawn up his body and fastened with tiny pearl buttons. The dress followed. Of snowy white silk; in an Edwardian style, fashionable at the turn of the century. The silk and lace neckline of the gown was high and tight in a style popularise by Queen Mary. The gown flowed from a pleated satin yoke, fastened by pearl buttons, into a wide "Bertha" collar. Trimmed on the edges with delicate cream Rosepoint lace. Beneath were elbow length sleeves, extravagantly puffed and finished with six inch frills of Honoiton lace.

The waist was tight fitting and inset; emphasising the slimness achieved by the cruel corset. Beneath the waist flowed a layered slim fronted skirt. The first layer fell straight to just below his hip line whilst the second finished at mid thigh. Each layer water fabled down his body, the beautiful white silk, edges appliqued with the same pink Rosepoint lace.

The dress was beautifully cut and would have been demure and modest except for the skirt. The straight under skirt reached only half way down his thighs and was buoyed at the sides and rear by the taffeta and lace petticoats. The skirt was short exposing the legs of his shocking pink satin bloomers and the long frills black lace. The overskirt, fashioned almost in the form an apron directed the attention to the area he was trying to hide.

The edge of the overskirt with its trimming of light pink "Rosepoint" lace had as a focal point a slightly darker rose centred directly above his now straining member. Immediately the eye was drawn to Ashley’s very obvious maleness.

Whilst they waited for the others to return Miss Barter insisted he practice walking and moving with feminine modesty. Parade up and down whilst suffering Miss Barter’s criticism.

His strides were too long.

He swung his arms.

The turns were not graceful enough.

After ten minutes of her carping criticism Ashley had managed to moderate his step and to prevent his skirts continually exposing the hated pink bloomers.

Seating himself was Miss Barter’s next area of training. Thank goodness; Ashley said to himself. Thankful to be able to relieve the terrible pressure on his feet and cramps on his calves. The high heeled satin ankle boots were proving very uncomfortable.

In a very short time Ashley would have welcomed a return to walking. The pain he had suffered in his feet while walking, proved minor to the experience of being seated wearing his corset and dress. He was made to sit with his knees together and both feet flat on the floor. The high heels drew him forward into an uncomfortable position on the chair. The rigid boning of the corset taking care of a lazy posture.

Ashley felt completely confined. Even his fragile appearing stockings, were exerting continual pressure on his legs. The gossamer fabric seemed to have absolutely no give in it at all. The mechanics of seating himself in a dress appeared beyond him. Anxious to retain his modesty and avoid exposing his underclothing he carefully he arranged the skirt. But immediately he seated himself, it would flare out, to display his underwear to the waist. Miss Barter’s jibes of "exhibitionist" and "sissy show off", kept ringing in his ears and by the time the others returned, Ashley was almost in tears.

As Alyce emerged from the dressing room, it was clear she wore a similar dress to his own. The same material, colour and ornamentation had been used. Subtle changes had been made. The skirt was longer, finishing an inch or so below the knee. The sleeves were slimmer and the pink rose had been removed from the overskirt. Despite the strange design and the fact her dress was obviously from another age; the bizarre had been replaced by elegance. Where Ashley appeared like a beautiful child dressed by a lascivious parent. Alyce looked very sophisticated and grown up.

His sister appeared preoccupied, her face was flushed and her eyes were glazed. Alyce was holding her body rigidly and each step she made was cautious and deliberate. Ashley guessed that a sex egg had been inserted into her vagina and her body was having difficulty in coping.

Erin appeared to be in contemporary costume. However this proved illusionary. Unlike her cousins she was wearing pants. A "Buster Brown" suit, the bane of teenage boys at the turn of the century. This one would have been hated by them all. In pastel blue duchesse satin worn with a lace trimmed, cream silk blouse. The pants were slim fitting, the unpressed pleats of the pants closely following her legs before flaring slightly and finishing an inch or so below the knee in turned up cuffs.

As she turned towards him, Ashley noticed a quite pronounced bulge beneath the satin pants. At first he thought it was an illusion, for it seemed his cousin had suddenly sprouted a penis. When Erin turned again, it was clearly not a figment of his imagination. The bulge was not as prominent as his own but it was bigger than average.

The jacket was hip length, with a straight edge to edge buttoned front. It was fitted to follow her small bust and the curves of the slender corsetted waist. The slim sleeves were finished at the wrist with slender turn back cuffs. Beneath the jacket was a beautiful cream silk blouse with a high "Edwardian" collar. Beneath the collar was tied a large floppy dark blue satin bow. The costume was quite unusual and his cousin appeared if not modish, very elegant.

When Evan emerged it was clear the humiliation of the males was continuing. Despite his own predicament Ashley could feel sympathy for Evan. He too was dressed in a "Buster Brown" suit, but this bore little resemblance to the elegant model, Erin wore. The fabric, and colour were identical to hers’ but the design had been substantially altered.

The pants were much shorter than Erin’s and instead of finishing below the knee they were at least three inches above. From beneath the turn ups ballooned the legs of a pair of cream satin bloomers, lavishly trimmed with lace in an eye catching colour of electric blue. They were very high waisted and had a rear opening nature flap. The sides and top of this coming just above the curve of his rounded buns. The opening was outlined by an edging of contrasting cream satin ribbon and was fastened by numerous tiny flat pearl buttons.

The jacket had also been modified, instead of reaching to Evan’s hips it had been shortened to finish above the waist. The sleeves were no longer slim and full length but now finished just below the elbow. The cream silk blouse he wore was much more elaborate than his sister’s having full sleeves profusely trimmed with brussels laces. This cascaded from the sleeves and almost covered his hands. The neckline was quite intricate, consisting of a number of pleated silk georgette collars layered about his neck and spread quite widely over his shoulders. Beneath them was knotted a wide blue satin tie forming a very large "Eton" bow. Between the bottom of his short jacket and the high waist of the pants Evan’s blouse frothed out.

It was a mystery how he managed to walk in the buttoned satin ankle boots. The heels were at least two inches higher than his own. Even though Evan was balanced on his toes, he appeared quite comfortable.

There was a knock on the door and at Mrs Bracewell’s "come in"

Mr McDougal entered. He looked at each of them in turn. His scrutiny of Ashley was quite lengthy and before the factory Manager had finished Ashley was bright red with embarrassment.

"Aye! you’ve done them proud Mrs Bracewell, that you have. They’re wearing the best set of "sissy wear" I’ve seen, and I’m sure our young gentlemen will appreciate it. They’ll not be running off to their bankers and fast money men dressed like that." The smile he gave them was not a pleasant one.

"The staff they’re all assembled outside waiting to greet our young masters." He said.

Ashley realised what this meant and turned to Mlle D’Araignee.

"Please Mademoiselle, don’t let them see me dressed like this, please don’t." Ashley pleaded.

Mlle D’Araignee raised her eyebrows in surprise at his outburst."Why on earth not Ashley, they’re only factory hands, why on earth would you care what they think of you?" Her voice was heavy with sarcasm. "Now come along, they want to see you." She said.

 

Chapter Thirteen. A Voice in The Crowd.

Ashley had never been interested enough to read any of the details concerning his share holdings in Stewart Holdings. So when he walked though the door he was astonished at the number present. A row of men and women two or three deep stood each side of the passage leading to the Bentley.

Mr McDougal noticed his surprise and said."Yes Lord Ashley there three hundred and six working here. Quite a surprise isn’t it? But then you lot just don’t care what happens to the likes of us"

At Evan’s entrance a hostile murmuring began, but as soon as Mlle D’Araignee appeared there were cheers and handclapping. Ashley could hear shouts of "good on yere Mademoiselle, you keep him in his sissy clothes." It was abundantly obvious that Mlle D’Araignee was a very popular figure in the village.

Ashley was very quickly the object of attention and surprised murmuring followed him through the room.

"Nah, I don’t believe you, she’s too pretty too be a boy."

"But you can see the dress is all poked out in front."

Two men in overalls whistled as he went past and one of them managed to pinch his bottom and said."You can take care of me anytime, my little darling."

His mate said.

"Come off it Fred, that’s Lord Harewood, he’s a toffy nose bloke not a girl."

Although he reddened slightly, Fred appeared quite unabashed as he replied. "For anyone who looks as good as that mate I don’t care."

Never had Ashley been so glad to get to the car. Moving through the crowd listening to the snide remarks; getting pinched and touched was a horrible experience. Now he stood, almost in tears, eyes cast down looking to his front. Trying to avoid seeing the leering faces still surrounding him. It was the worst experience he had ever gone through, never had he been so humiliated.

He was acutely aware of his helplessness; the complete lack of power he had over his destiny. It was obvious he was in the hands of Mlle D’Araignee and her staff. Further he was in hostile territory; surrounded by several hundred villagers who seemed to support the Governesses every move.

Up till this stage, he had thought that Evan’s confinement and failure to escape from the Manor House resulted lack of will and purpose on his part. It was quite clear however that it was far more difficult than he had ever anticipated. Then hope, just as Mlle D’Araignee was about to enter the car a uniformed Police Sergeant appeared walking towards them. A surge of hope went through him, he would tell the Sergeant he had been kidnapped.

He began to run towards the blue uniform just as the officer saluted Mlle D’Araignee. The policemen took Ashley’s arm as he tottered on the high heels. and offered his help."It’s always difficult to walk in high heels the first time my Lord. but you’ll soon get used to them."

The Governess thanked him with a sweet smile.

The Officer smiled as he assisted Ashley into the car. With this a feeling of despair went through Ashley. There seemed no way of escape.

He and Evan were seated on the two narrow jump seats facing Mlle D’Araignee and the two girls. The Governess looked comfortable as she reclined on the spacious rear with the two girls on either side. Ashley was very much aware of how awkward he felt. The dress with its voluminous petticoats, full skirt and bustle, ballooned up about him. Try as he might it was impossible to hold the skirt down. He was very much aware that those sitting opposite could see clear up to his waist. They would be well aware that the hateful pink bloomers were still straining to hold the concupiscence swollen member.

He felt very uncomfortable. The corset gripped as tightly as an iron maiden. Pressing in upon him, squeezing his waist, crushing his chest and body, he felt ready to break in two. It was so terribly tight and held him so straight. His back and sides were as rigid as a plank of wood. The stockings dragged at his legs, tautly stretched suspenders pulling the corset down into his groin. His heels forced his knees forward, cramping his calf muscles. At that moment Ashley would have signed away his inheritance to be allowed to return to the jeans and sweater he had worn the previous day.

Alyce seemed lost in a world of her own. Once again her eyes had gone quite glassy. As the car continued on, her lower body began trembling. Her thighs beneath the satin dress began moving and twisting, as though in pain. Then her eyes opened wide in ecstasy as she gasped.

"Oh! Oh! Mademoiselle, its too much I can’t stand it."

Mlle D’Araignee took Alyce’s hand squeezing tightly in hers. Alyce’s cries slowly subsided into soft cries. Her eyes looked adoringly into Mlle D’Araignee. Gone seemed to be all the fear of this morning. Her look was one of worship, as though a new world had been opened to her.

The Governess looked at her smiling. As a wolf would look upon a lamb. Then bending her neck, she kissed Alyce on the lips. The effect on Alyce was almost enough to set her off again. Mlle D’Araignee seemed almost embarrassed by Alyce’s emotion.

"You are easily set off my dear. We’ll have to adjust the egg or we’ll have you quite worn out before tonight, and that wouldn’t be right would it Erin?"

Ashley’s cousin smiled darkly, her look was one of simmering jealousy. Her body twisted with anger on the seat. Mlle D’Araignee’s smile was conciliatory.

"Oh come Erin, there will plenty left I assure you."

She took one of Erin’s hands in her and holding it lightly guided it between his cousin’s legs. There she made Erin cup what appeared to be a pair of testes and guided her through a series of motions.

"You can make it bigger by twisting to the right and pumping. Or smaller by turning them to the left."

At Mlle D’Araignee attention the resentment left Erin’s eyes and she relaxed. Giving the Governess the same look of veneration his sister was already bathing her in.

Ashley looked at his sister, smiling encouragement. Instead of the admiration he had come to expect, her lips twisted up in scorn. She looked pointedly as his dress and the way it was bulged with his erection. Then she turned her head away smiling at Mlle D’Araignee and said. "My brothers a corset boy. After all the remarks he has made in the past about some of my gay friends, I think he’s such a hypocrite."

The Governess looked surprised she had caught the interchange. Her lips curled in triumph, as she took Alyce’s hand in hers. "All males are my dear. it won’t take long to tame him. Particularly if you help."

Ashley turned his head determined to hide his tears at Alyce’s cruel rebuff, knowing he was unable to depend on her for any help. He watched Evan sitting uncomfortably on the narrow jump seat. When they had travelled in, Ashley had noticed how gracefully he had been sitting. With his hands neatly clasped together on his lap, right next to the bulging satin tented by the swollen appendage. Now his stance looked most uncomfortable. He sat rigid, his hands held stiffly to either side of his body.

Mlle D’Araignee was also looking at Evan.

"Relax Lord Evan, it can’t hurt you if you keep your hands away. We can’t have you playing with yourself all the time, it may effect your eyesight." Said Mlle D’Araignee, a cruel smile touching her lips.

Evan looked fearful and his eyes were moist, as with trembling lips he said."But Mademoiselle it hurts so and it seems so unfair that I am the only one."

Mlle. D’Araignee laughed softly as she said. "Oh Mon Cherie, you need not worry. All your cousins will share in the gift, they will be fitted immediately we return home."

At her reply, Evan immediately looked more cheerful. A smile of satisfaction touched his lips as he saw the worried looks of his cousins.

 

Chapter 14. New Age Celibacy.

Aunt Bridget was awaiting them in the southern drawing room, which was still bathed in the soft light of the late afternoon sun. She was dressed again as "Gibson Girl" but today the style was more elegant. Ashley recognised the costume as a tea gown. It was fashioned in a stiff moire silk. The iridescent watered silk pattern of dark gold setting off her hair and her cream textured skin. The gown had a high choker neckline and wide leg of mutton sleeves. In the setting she looked strangely fashionable and very regal.

"Ah I see my family has returned, come to me my darlings and let me see you." Aunt Bridget took the two girls aside, swept Alyce into her arms and hugged her tightly.

"You look so sweet, Alyce. I’m so glad you’ll be with us."

She turned to her daughter, looked pointedly at the bulge in her satin trousers. Strangely she offered no comment but turned her attention to the two boys.

Aunt Bridget exclaimed that Evan appeared very quiet and was walking in a rather strange way. Mlle D’Araignee said there was nothing to worry about. He was wearing a chastity device. She had been rather worried about the amount of self abuse the children had been getting up to over the last weeks. Despite the warnings and the consequences if they were caught. There had been signs of this activity on the sheets and in their underclothes.

Mlle D’Araignee had discussed the problem with Mrs Bracewell and the plant’s Electronic’s expert Doctor Macintyre some time ago.

Doctor MacIntyre had an idea, he had not been certain whether it would work or not, but Mlle D’Araignee had told him to go ahead and develop them. He had made four, two female and two male. Evan had already been fitted with his and it appeared that they would be very successful.

"Oh how interesting Madeleine, can I see them?" said Aunt Bridget.

Mlle D’Araignee opened a small box and removed several gold rings. They looked like ordinary wedding rings and were large enough to fit on the middle finger of the hand. With them were what appeared to be a slender gold chain bracelet.

Aunt Bridget looked quite disappointed. "Will these really work. I must say I was expecting something more technical."

Mlle D’Araignee picked up two of the rings, examined the markings on them and told Alyce to come closer. Using a tiny key she inserted it into the side of the ring and twisted it. Holding it up she showed Lady Stewart how four tiny spikes glinting evilly on the inside. It was clear that once the ring was locked on the finger it was impossible to remove unless the key was used.

Aunt Bridget still looked quite puzzled. "Yes my dear Madeleine, they are quite clever, but as a chastity device I can’t see how it would work."

Mlle D’Araignee placed and locked a ring onto each of Alyce’s hands.

"Alyce is already wearing the third part, why don’t you show them my dear." said Mlle D’Araignee.

Blushingly, she timorously raised her dress and held it raised above the waist. Mlle D’Araignee, with Erin’s help lowered the cream silk french knickers. She stood with her vaginal slit exposed. Her bush, like Erin’s had been removed and she was now as smooth as a young girls. Pierced through one of the labia lips was a tiny button, it was the size and shape of a small stud earring.

"Ohh, goodness doesn’t that hurt my dear?" said Aunt Bridget.

"No more than having my ears pierced, and I think it looks rather pretty." Said Alyce rather nonchalantly.

Mlle D’Araignee was again all business like.

"Alyce bring your hand down towards your lips. Very slowly now, otherwise you might hurt yourself."

With a mystified look on her face Alyce followed the instruction. When her fingers were almost six inches from the button she gave a sudden start and a little cry of pain.

"That’s enough Alyce, please stand there." Said Mlle D’Araignee.

"The ring contains a micro radio transmitter, and the labia stud a long life battery operated generator. When the fingers get too near, Alyce gets a small electric shock. The closer the rings get the stronger the shock. With these I don’t think we’ll have to worry too much about the children abusing themselves in the future!"

Evan and Ashley were quite thankful to be ignored, at least for the moment. Aunt Bridget seemed too intrigued with the devices fitted to Alyce. At last his sister was allowed to lower her dress and adjust her underwear. She stood looking rather shaken her hands at her sides, well clear of the area that could give her another nasty shock. Erin was the next to receive attention. Mlle D’Araignee explained that she had been the easiest to accommodate. As her labia had already been pierced the stud had just been attached to this.

Aunt Bridget was intrigued by the very evident bulge in her daughter’s pants. "She certainly didn’t have that when she left here this morning Madeleine dear." Said Aunt Bridget.

Mlle D’Araignee motioned Erin to remove her pants and knickers as she said. "Of course not Bridget.

This is another of Mrs Bracewell’s devices which Doctor Macintyre has fashioned."

From the midst of Erin’s exposed pubic area rose a very realistic erect penis. It looked all the larger because of her naked mons. Aunt Bridget examined it closely, touching and feeling the heavily veined head. Mlle D’Araignee explained that the other part of the device, which was to stimulate her using the sex act was the sex egg. This was within Erin. Designed to stimulate her during any sex act.

"Oh my dear Madeleine you have been very creative today. Do you think we will be able to market any of these?"

"I’m certain of it Bridget, but first they must be tested and where better than by the family." Said Mlle D’Araignee.

After testing the dildo, both inflating and deflating it, Aunt Bridget allowed Erin to get dressed. Now she turned to the boys, who until this time had been ignored. She held out her arms to Evan and gave him a big hug, pressing her body tightly against his.

"My how beautiful by sweet little twins look, now they are identical. Do you like Erin’s little attachment darling? Why I think it’s almost as large as this one." She said giving a playful squeeze. Aunt Bridget beckoned Ashley forward.

"Oh my goodness Madeleine, how pretty he is. Are you sure this is the same scruffy youth who turned up in those awful jeans and sweater last night?"

The Governess smiled indulgently at Lady Stewart. It appeared she was quite content to cater to her childlike playfulness. Aunt Bridget insisted that Ashley remove his dress and underclothes so he could be fitted with the device in front of her. After all the humiliation he had been through during the day Ashley thought it had at last finished. Now having to undress and be fitted with a chastity device before his Aunt and sister were more than he could take.

"Oh please don’t do this to me please." He was almost in tears begging to be left alone.

The plea fell on deaf ears. Mlle D’Araignee beckoning to Peggy and Megan telling them to start undressing him. The two maids found it impossible to smother their giggles as he stood before them in the "hot pink" satin bloomers. The colour, with the black lace trim was just so outlandish. At that point the humiliation went from bad to worse. The built in stimulator in his bloomers was explained, and Ashley had to demonstrate. As he walked about the room with his member wobbling back and forth beneath the pink satin the sight became just too much to contain. Within minutes Aunt Bridget and the maids were laughing uproarishly, and even Mlle D’Araignee joined in.

Ashley was almost in tears before he was allowed to stop. Aunt Bridget realising they may have too far and gave him a big hug and kissed him moistly on the lips. She sat down and had Ashley had to stand before her while his bloomers were removed. Aunt Bridget then examined his pubic area in a most "un-Auntlike and intimate manner. By the time she had finished her cheeks were quite pink and her breathing was heavy.

Aunt Bridget picked up a gold chain bracelet. Reaching between his leg she took hold of his scrotum. He shifted uneasily on his feet as her finger began to manipulate his testicles, until a sharp "stand still" from Mlle D’Araignee. There was as click and Ashley felt the cold band of metal fasten about the top of his scrotum.

Aunt Bridget said. "The two eggs are in the bottom of the bag and the band is about the top. I can see it won’t come off. Have I done it correctly Madeleine?"

"Yes of course you have Bridget." Mlle D’Araignee then addressed herself to Ashley. "Reach down Ashley and feel what’s been done to you, before we fit the rings."

Ashley, very self conscious with every one looking at him, reached between his legs. Aunt Bridget took his fingers and guided them. He could feel the narrow gold band locked about him and it was obvious that there was no way it could be removed without the key or some cutting device. Once the rings were fitted to his fingers he would not be able to use either.

At last be was allowed to cover his nakedness. As Megan fitted him into the stimulator and drew up the awful bloomers, Ashley thought life couldn’t get any worse. A ring was fitted to each hand and he had to demonstrate they worked. Thankfully he was allowed to remain covered while he did so.

They were certainly effective, the moment either hand came within a foot of his pubic area he received a warning tingle. At six inches a sharp shock. Although he had never worn or seen a chastity device before, even to his amateur eyes it was obvious this gadget was extremely effective.

 

Chapter Fifteen. A Change of Mind

Erin asked Mlle D’Araignee whether Ashley could remain in his bloomers and corsets. "It would be such fun playing with him like that. He looks so pretty and girlish. But with his willy sticking out so, it’s obvious he’s not. Oh can we Mademoiselle?"

Mlle D’Araignee looked at Ashley, there was a cruel smile on her lips. Thee thought of what it would be like to the butt of Erin’s humour dressed only in this horrible underwear was enough to make him swallow any of the pride he still had remaining.

"Oh please Mademoiselle may I wear my dress." He pleaded.

Mlle D’Araignee looked at him quizzically, her eyebrows raised, mocking him."Did I hear you correctly Ashley? Are you asking to wear a dress. Why aren’t you the same boy that refused to wear panties this morning because they were girls clothes?"

Ashley stood there, red with mortification, nodding his head. It was not enough for Mademoiselle.

"You’ll have to speak up Ashley. We didn’t hear what your reply." Said Mlle D’Araignee.

He was forced to reply . "Yes Mademoiselle . I didn’t want to wear the panties this morning."

Mlle D’Araignee was not about to concede. "Well Ashley what has brought the change, why do you want to wear a dress this afternoon?"

Ashley felt so humiliated that he could feel tears welling in his eyes.

"Mademoiselle, I don’t want to wear a girl’s dress. I just wish to cover up my bloomers and stop showing my willy. Oh please Mademoiselle, I beg you . Don’t make walk around like this."

Ashley could no longer contain himself, a stream of tears coursed down his cheek and he began to sob.

Aunt Bridget was first to react. "Oh Ashley darling, of course you can wear your dress. Can’t he Madeleine? We didn’t mean to upset you."

She reached out her arms and began to hug him. Madeleine D’Araignee’s face, expressed triumph and surprise. She had been certain he would have been far harder to break than this . Watching Bridget holding Ashley sent a pang of jealousy through her body. Her hands moving over his body seemed more sexual than comforting.

Ashley was fitted into his dress and his makeup repaired by Megan. The outburst had not appeared to release the tension within his body and even with the dress in place his sex was quite obvious. Aunt Bridget decided to spend the remainder of the afternoon with her family, she wanted to everyone to have fun. Ashley was too shocked by his own outburst to resist and soon found himself participating in all the childish games. Hide the thimble, hide and go seek, charades and jeopardy together with his sister and cousins.

After about an hour Mlle D’Araignee returned and said it was time for the children to change for bed. This brought about a protest from Aunt Bridget.

"Oh surely not yet Madeleine, we were having such fun."

"Oh please Lady Stewart, the children have had a long day and they need their rest. Once changed and after supper, they may return and play for a short time."

Aunt Bridget’s face lit up. "Oh what a splendid idea, why don’t we do the same Madeleine dear."

Somehow Ashley was not surprised when Madeleine D’Araignee smiled softly and agreed.

Ashley accompanied Megan up the stairs towards his bedroom. He just wanted to have his dinner tonight and get to bed. At least he would be alone and have time to think. Try to plan some way of getting out of the terrible mess he was in. Ashley knew he was on his own. While there might be some support from Evan, his cousin was too much under Mlle D’Araignee power to be trusted. If Erin knew she would immediately inform either Aunt Bridget or Mlle D’Araignee. After Alyce remarks this afternoon, she was an unknown quantity,.She appeared too smitten with french Governess to be trusted with any plan of escape.

"In here Lord Ashley." Said Megan, stopping before a doorway two doors down from his bedroom. "You’ll be sleeping in the nursery from now on."

The room was large light and airy. All the walls were covered with silk drapes patterned with fairy story characters flying across the walls. Some of the beautifully drawn characters included Peter Pan and Wendy pursued by Captain Hook, Alice and the White Rabbit and many others. The furniture arrangement was rather odd. There were four dressing tables grouped together beneath the grilled windows, but there were only two very large four poster beds.

Megan lead him towards the silk draped bed.

"Here you are Lord Ashley, you’ll share this with Lord Evan .

This last indignity was too much for him. Not only had he lost the privacy of a separate bedroom now he was expected to share a bed with his male cousin, and someone he was not particularly fond of. He turned to the maid."Please Megan can I sleep on my own. I don’t want to share a bed with my cousin, please?"

Megan shook her head, regretfully. "I’m sorry my Lord. Mademoiselle’s instruction and I’m afraid we can’t go against that."

Ashley knew this was another ploy in Mlle de Verge’s strategy to bend him to her will. To accept it, he knew was psychologically wrong, but there seemed little he could do. To refuse would lead to another beating and further humiliation. Then he would still have to accept the indignity of sleeping with Evan. No it would better to bend with the wind. It was obvious that Evan had fought Mademoiselle right from the start and look what had happened to him.

Megan unbuttoned the dress and removed the petticoats. He stood clad in the hateful bloomers as she released the laces of the corset. Removing it was almost as painful as being strapped into it. He was allowed to sit as the shoes were removed. the relief was immense as his toes luxuriated in new found freedom. Megan shrugged him into a satin negligee before removing the bloomers and silk stockings. All about him was a hive of activity as each of the maids prepared their charges.

Already Evan had been powdered and perfumed and now stood before his dressing table clad only in fresh silk stockings as another corset was fitted to his waist. Megan saw Ashley’s look of dismay.

"Oh yes my lord. You always wear one at night. You’ll find them far more comfortable." She fitted her hands to her tiny waist. " We are not spared either. It was a shock at first wearing them all the time, but now I’m quite used to it. And it really moulds your figure."

Megan fitted the corset to him. This one came only half way up his torso and was cut very high at the bottom. In shape it was more like an elongated "waspy" and there only a few bones to maintain the shape. More comfortable it might have been, but his body and waist protested as the lacing tightened. The constriction also reawakened a pulsing in his groin. His member although still swollen, had begun to droop with the removal of the corset. Now it was returning to it’s former erect attitude he tried to turn away to hide his condition, but it was too late.

Megan clapped her hands with excitement. "Oh alors, look at you. You are really a corset boy, Lady Alyce was correct. Oh Mademoiselle will be so delighted .

Ashley’s predicament went from bad to worse, the fresh silk stocking drawn up his legs tautened him even further. Bringing more cries of delight from the maid. Then removing the negligee she drew over his head a nightdress. It was of white silk satin edged with cream lace. It appeared demure with it’s high neckline, long full sleeves and voluminous skirt.

Once fitted it was a different matter. The neckline was high but beneath the lace edged ruffled peter pan collar was a keyhole cut out. The decollete exposed a great deal of his tiny girlish breasts. Although the sleeves were full length and voluminous, they were slashed on front and back. Even the smallest movement exposed his arm from wrist to shoulder. However it was the skirt that created the greatest problem. The style was a princess line, and the skirt consisted of two separate parts. Each attached in a wrap around style to a bodice band, just below his nascent breasts. The silk satin skirt was bias cut and almost floor length. It had a full length opening front and back Each half crossed over in the middle of his breasts and the centre of his back.

The cross over style looked demure as long as he stood still, but it would begin to open as the moment he moved. The more incautious his movements the further it opened. It was designed not to open beyond mid thigh. Unfortunately for Ashley the feeling that it would open made him move cautiously to avoid exposing more of his body both front and rear. Standing still, the bias cut shimmering satin clung to every inch of his body and left nothing to the imagination.

The corset brought forth the femininity of his body, emphasising the tiny but perfectly formed breasts, the narrow waist and rounded hips. The jarring note was his highly tensioned member which thrust outwards with an arrogant defiance. As if to deny Mademoiselle her attempt to feminise him.

Erin was dressed and insisted he parade for her. Her hair was pulled back into a tight braid and she was wearing a pair of long black pyjamas. The fabric was lustrous satin, there was no adornment or trim and the cut was decidedly mannish. Beneath the pants she too bulged out. The dildo was fully erect and as swollen as Ashley’s own. She thrust it lewdly at him.

"Would you like to feel this one, cousin dear?" Her smile was not reassuring Ashley uncertain she was joking.

Alyce took hold of Erin’s arm, possessively taking her hand. "Have you given up on me already?" Her eyes were lustful and knowing as she looked at the bulge between her cousin’s legs. "We really shouldn’t tease him, my poor brother has had quite a day."

She was dressed in a similar manner to Ashley. Her nightgown also of white satin was far more adult and sensuous. Sleeveless with a low cut neckline. Erin put her arms out, hugging Alyce tightly to her.

"You’re right Alyce darling. We can be boy and girl tonight, they can only be boys."

Now Evan joined them. Like his sister he’d been dressed in black satin pyjama’s. Naturally the styling had been "sissied" and "babyfied". The top was smocked and trimmed with lace in a similar colour to the awful bloomers he’d been forced to wear earlier, "hot pink". The sleeves were long and full and trimmed with more lace on the cuffs. The bottoms were "baby doll" bloomers which came half way down Evan’s thighs. A deep frill of pink lace trimmed the elasticised leg openings . These covering the suspender tabs fastened to the tops of his shiny pink silk stockings. They were seamed, with lacy black clocks running from bottom to top. Two narrower trimmings of lace ran from the waist at the rear, between his legs to the front. It was obvious the panties were crotchless.

Evan’s erection had not diminished in the slightest and a movement made his member appear between the lace frills like an actor peeking at an audience on opening night. His penis was dressed to preserve modesty. The swollen being had been dressed in a miniature of Evan’s own costume. The shaft was dressed in a black pantaloon and the head in a singular pink silk stocking with a tiny lace frill separating the two. It was so comical that Ashley forgot his own discomfort for the moment as he joined the two girls as they giggled at the youth’s misfortune.

Supper was not in the main dining room, but in the more intimate warmth of a drawing room. In keeping with the informal nature of the evening Lady Bridget and Mademoiselle D’Araignee were also in there nightclothes and had followed the same colour theme. Aunt Bridget was wearing white satin, the slinky gown was almost identical to that worn by Erin. Over it was a long matching negligee. The collar sleeves and hem were trimmed with malibu feathers. She looked quite magnificent and Ashley could feel a further surge of lust flood his body as she held him rather more intimately than her status of Aunt should have allowed.

In contrast to Aunt Bridget, Mademoiselle D’Araignee was in black satin pyjamas. They were classically cut, a mannishly styled long jacket was similar to a "smoking jacket" and the pants were cuffed. To make a further statement a scarlet silk Ascot was tied about her neck. Despite his feeling of fear and loathing for the Governess he could not help feeling how beautiful she looked. Her long slender figure and haughty good looks were complimented by the garments she wore.

Every one accept the two boys enjoyed themselves. Evan and Ashley were not brutalised or ill treated in any way. They were treated as though they were young children, too young to have reasoning power or know their own minds. Evan by now was well used to this and seemed to accept it as his lot in life. He was continually teased by Erin and quite obviously did not enjoy the torment. Her often cruel jibes, brought a flush of humiliation to his face, often followed by tears. He seemed to frightened and bullied to retaliate in any way.

Mademoiselle smiled indulgently at her pupil while Aunt Bridget would mildly admonish her for her most hurtful comments. Twice she comforted Evan, as he buried his face in her lap sobbing quietly. The girl’s status was quite different to that of the boys. They were subject to the same strict discipline of dress and tight corsetting; but they girls were treated as grown up,. It was similar to a public school, the boys were treated as juniors, the girls as the seniors and Mlle D’Araignee was the Head Prefect.

Erin and Alyce were seated at her feet gazing adoringly at their idol. Mademoiselle sat proudly in the middle of velvet settee with Aunt Bridget next to her. As she read from Shakespeare,

Much Ado About Nothing.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Men were deceivers ever,

One foot on sea and one on shore,

To one thing constant never.

Every so often his Aunt would reach out and stroke Mademoiselle’s arm, to reassure herself that her lover was still there. Evan and Ashley were forced to sit opposite them, on two low uncomfortable stools. It was impossible to rest, both boys had been instructed to observe feminine propriety and to cover themselves properly. This proved impossible as the slippery satin gaped open the moment he relaxed.

Any exposure of their genitalia brought both a reprimand and punishment. True, the punishment was mild, the carrying out of a small task or having to show how feminine they could walk, sit, dance or any other item thought up by their tormentors. Alyce was now very much aware of how Erin bullied her brother. To Ashley’s discomfort she began to copy her cousin. Alyce had been very much under Ashley’s shadow all her life, which she’d accepted until today. Her brother had always been kind to her but in a manner that was both arrogant and patronising. Now she couldn’t resist taking some revenge as she insisted he carry out several humiliating tributes.

 

Chapter Thirteen. And So To Bed.

It was still early by conventional standards, only eight o-clock. But the evening had lasted a lifetime for Ashley. At last Mademoiselle declared it was time for bed.

"Remember little boys are made of puppy dogs tails and garden snails. We want them to change into sugar and spice and everything nice. Maybe you will tomorrow Ashley."

Ashley was worried by her words but glad to be able to retire. Ashley dreaded the next move. He’d no desire to share a bed with his cousin. Summoning up all his courage he said. "Please Aunt Bridget, may I have my own bed?"

There was an indrawn hiss of anger from Mlle D’Araignee. Aunt Bridget looked at him in astonishment.

"What on earth for Ashley darling."

"I’ve always had my own room and bed Aunt Bridget. I have always, really I have." By now he was pleading with her.

"I’m sure you have darling. But Madeleine thinks you will be better behaved sleeping together." Aunt Bridget’s voice was kindly but firm and Ashley knew his fate was sealed.

The two girls appeared delighted to go to bed. They preceded Ashley up the stairs, holding hands and giggling. The four maids were already in the room, each of them immediately taking hold of their charge and preparing them for the night. Megan sat Ashley at the dressing table, applying a musky smelling cream and with a soft cloth removed all his makeup. Before she applied a night cream. Then asking him to stand, she opened the rear of his nightgown and loosened the laces slightly.

"There, we can’t have you being uncomfortable now can we?" she said.

Megan drew back the chiffon drapes and he climbed reluctantly between the white silk sheets. Evan was already in the wide spacious bed, Ashley huddled as far away as possible from his cousin. Ashley felt very uncomfortable, sharing a bed with another male had a nightmarish quality for him. All through his life he had to live with his girlish looks, he had been teased by both male and female. He had become quite phobic about them. At his public school he had been incessantly importuned by senior boys and some of the Masters but because of his father’s position and sheer good fortune he had survived virgo intacto.

The experiences had been very unpleasant and the touch of a male in any sexual sense was quite repulsive. Even today, in this strange culture, it had taken all his will power to help Evan in the shower. Now all he wanted was to be left alone and go to sleep as soon as possible . Ashley lay huddled in the bed, but very soon he became aware of the tightness of the chastity band about his sac. Unthinkingly he reached to adjust it, a warning tingle began before he reached it and he quickly drew his hand back. He turned and twisted his legs trying to loosen it, but only succeeded in making it tighter. It was now quite painful. There was no other way he would have to ask for Evan’s help.

"Please Evan can you help me?". He explained his problem.

His cousin’s arms were about him immediately. One soft hand slid down between his legs. He drew his legs back, the move was involuntary. The fingers hesitated then followed him; cupped his sac and gently eased the circlet back into place. The pain ceased immediately. Evan’s fingers scarcely moved, as they gently eased part of Ashley’s satin gown about his sac. Then began caressing him through the satin. His body tensed in shock, but before he could move Evan asked Ashley to ease his circlet.

Although he felt uneasy with the request. Ashley carried out the task, it wasn’t difficult. The penis emerging between the opening of the crotchless bloomers was as hard and stiff as his own. He cupped the two eggs in the palm of his hand and adjusted the circlet. Before he could release him. Evan whispered in his ear .

"Please hold me Ashy, I’m so lonely."

Ashley felt another pang of conscience. This was overcome by the pleasure he was receiving from Evan’s persistent fingers which were moving sensually up and down his own shaft. He had never held another boy’s penis before, the thought of doing so had been completely abhorrent. The soft caressing fingers drove these from his mind. In turn he began stroking Evan in the same manner. Evan unlike Ashley, was not circumcised and stroking it was quite different to masturbating himself.

He could feel the rigid shaft moving in and out of its fleshy covering. Like a little mouse ducking in and out of its home. Soon his own body was moving in time with Evan’s fingers. The sensuality of the sexual pleasure heightened by the caressing silk and satin. The corset felt like a sensual skin as it slithered within the satin night dress. It no longer mattered that the lips that touched his were male, they too were covered with lipstick, and with the soft perfumed skin and long hair they might as well be female.

The soft hands twisted him sideways onto his back. The lips moved down-wards. a delicious sensation over took him as they enveloped his member. He tried to remain still, it was impossible as he tried to get deeper and deeper into the silken tunnel that threatened to engulf him.

Evan’s lips continued to pleasure Ashley. He soon began to lose control and thrust deeper into the warm cavern trying to find nivarna. Just as he felt he could stand it no longer Evan stopped. Ashley felt terrible disappointment. Then Evan’s lips were on his, and the tongue was lunging deep in his mouth. Then his cousin slid down slightly and his lips began teasing Ashley’s nipples. His breasts had always been a rather sensitive area and the pleasure he was receiving them almost matched Evan’s last effort.

By now all his inhibitions had been submerged beneath a sea of lust. Ashley had one hand deep within the satin crotchless bloomers, whilst the other teased Evan’s breasts. They played amongst the silken sheets like two gambolling kittens. All worries seemed forgotten as mouth and bodies sought only pleasure. Movement was sensual, satin covered bodies slithering on silken sheets. Silk stockinged legs, twisting and twining. All heightened by the pressure of the tight satin corsets

Evan gently rolled Ashley onto his back and delicately raising one stocking clad leg straddled him. He wriggled down Ashley’s body, his silk and satin covered body sending delicious shivers through Ashley, until he was poised above Ashley’s hips. The leaning back and placing the fingers of each hand in the cleft of his buttocks he pulled them apart and slid down to impale himself on Ashley rampant member. Despite being carried away in lust, it a great shock to find he was about to have anal sex with his cousin.

Ashley had never experienced any thing like this before. Now Evan was in control. Controlling his body as carefully as a ballet dancer he teased and cajoled Ashley to surrender to his emotions. Ashley used his hands and fingers to pleasure his cousin, pulling and squeezing his member through the film of satin. Ashley felt he wanted this to go on forever.

He felt Evan begin to climax . The member was beginning to pulse and the muscles inside his rosette pumping squeezing his own appendage so tightly he was filled with the most wonderful pain. As Evan began to jet into the satin he could feel the welling within himself. The white hot lava filled and swelled. His cry of triumph seemed to fill he room as the boiling fluid exploded from him. It went on and on as his ears filled with the crashing of surf.

As his passion died , remorse began to set in. An hour later he lay in Evan’s arms wondering how on earth it could have happened to him. Evan had been giggling like a school girl as he used soft towels and lotions from a box attached to the bed head. He had kissed and cuddled Ashley proclaiming everlasting love until he dropped into a deep sleep.

Ashley lay awake trying to reconcile himself to what had happened. At this moment it seemed that his world had been stripped away from him. All it had taken was four strokes of Mademoiselle D’Araignee’s whip. The rest had come from implied threats. He had lost his manhood, his dignity and the respect of his sister. What had seemed a simple trip to see his Aunt had turned into a nightmare. At this moment he had not the slightest idea of how he could change it. But through his mind echoed some words Mademoiselle had read from Shakespeare.

That what we have we prize not to the worth

Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack’d and lost,

Why, then we rack the value, then we find

The virtue that possession would not show us

While it was ours.

 

The End.

 

 

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