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SILKEN DOMINATION By Bea What's the matter mummy?" I asked. "You're acting awfully strange." "I am not!" she answered sharply then, realizing that her tone had contradicted her words, made an attempt to rectify it. Her facial expression softened a little. "Well. This interview with Miss Manley. It might be important for you.." I laughed. "An interview with my old home economics teacher? Important? What are you talking about?" She shook her head. "You have been out of high school for three months now, and working at Mc'donalds twenty hours a week isn't helping me with the bills much. Right now, anything that offers any hope is important." I reddened. "I have been trying to get a decent job mummy. You know that. It's just that there aren't too many around. I mean, I go for jobs working in a warehouse - or something like that and they laugh at me because I'm too small. I try for an office job, and they're all taken by girls. Anyway, who said that she wants to talk to me about a job?" She came over and touched my arm. "Not me. I really don't know why she wants to see you." She did seem to have a problem looking at me though. Then "I'm sorry." She added softly. "But I'm really worried about you. I know you're unhappy with our life, but I'll never make enough money to send you to college.." "Mom?" I replied. "Let's not fool ourselves, o.k? I wasn't that good at high school, and I don't see me turning into a genius overnight.." She forced a grin on her face, then gave me a light kiss. "Well, maybe you're right, but no mother could ask for a greater help around the house.." "Yeah. I'll advertise in the papers 'mummy's helper available. Will work for big bucks only'." She finally gave me a genuine smile. "You're worth big bucks to me..." Her eye caught the clock. "But c'mon Carl, we'd better get going. We'll be late." I shrugged. "Big deal. I still don't know what we're doing this for." She got the nervous look back on her face. "It just might lead to something. I've told you that before.." Then she added, with a touch of asperity, "I'm getting kinda tired of all this discussion you know. Go brush your hair, and let's get out of here." I recognized the danger signs. "O.K mummy," I said placatingly. "I'll be right back." I left and went to the bathroom, undid the tie from my ponytail, combed my hair out, then re-tied it. It was really getting long I thought, but recently, mummy surely got incensed every time I even mentioned getting a trim. I wasn't going to admit it, but I'd got so accustomed to my hair being this long that I kinda liked it. And - it was just so much fun pulling mummy's chain about cutting it every so often. I decided against it this time though - she was flying some storm signals, so it was better not to get her too excited. Anxiously, she checked me out before we left. She'd got me a pair of pants just the day before. They were really quite comfortable, but I'd never had a pair like them before. A sort of cream colored cotton. Very soft, but seemed to 'drape' kinda funny. Hugged my posterior and thighs quite tightly, but were loose around the legs. The pockets seemed on the small size, and the zipper seemed kinda short. I liked them though. I had put on my best light blue, button down shirt, and cordovan shoes with them. Seemed to match pretty well. "You'll do, I guess," she said, but kept picking imaginary pieces of lint from my shirt. "You might have ironed the shirt a little better.." She started, then saw my face. Smiled apologetically. "I should leave you alone, eh?" I grinned back. Said nothing. "Oh! Thanks for sewing these buttons on my blouse," she said. "I'd meant to mention it to you, but forgot." "Yeah. I noticed they were kinda loose when I ironed it yesterday. Figured you'd be getting around to asking sooner or later." I replied. She gave me a quick hug. "Let's go dear. Lets hope old Betsy starts this time - I certainly don't want to call a taxi.." I was amazed. We were constantly short of money. The idea of mummy paying for a taxi flabbergasted me, but she was getting that nervous look to her face again so I didn't say anything. Old Betsy - our 84' Chevy started just fine, and we left the apartment complex about a half hour before my appointment. I'd no idea where miss Manley lived. Hadn't even thought to ask, so was quite surprised when we drove into a secluded, very ritzy, tract known as "The Estates". I'd never known anyone from there, but had cycled through it a couple of times. What you could see of the homes left no doubt that the people who lived there were not hurting for money. All of the houses were set well back from the road - and more than one had electronically activated security gates in plain view - and the ones that didn't show such gates either had them further into their property, or had very extensive security systems. "Does miss Manley rent a house out here?" I asked. "She certainly never gave me the impression that she could afford a place like this. I mean, she was pretty dowdy in class you know.." "I can't say I know anything," Mummy replied. "But I'm like you. Anytime I spoke to her at open house nights she was always very pleasant. Always said how great a student you were.. But didn't give me any impression that she was well off... Now let's see, number eight seventy four Shawcross ave. Yes. Here we are.." And she swung the car into a long driveway with, as I'd thought, an electronic gate about fifty yards into the property. It was locked, but as mummy lowered her window to talk into the speaker, there was a sort of rumble, and the gate swung silently out of the way. I looked behind us as we drove along and saw it reverse to close off the entry again. The house wasn't that big, but everything - shrubs, lawns, flower gardens were immaculately maintained. We drove up to just in front of the door. "Made it mum!" I said, getting out. "Never underestimate the driving skills of a mummy! Well? Aren't you coming?" I said this when I saw she had made no move to leave the car. She got the nervous look again. Wouldn't look me in the eye. "No. No. I'd better not. Got things to do.. " "But how am I to get home?" I said, not believing what I was seeing or hearing. "C'mon mummy! What's going on?" "Oh! For goodness sake!" she said. "Don't make such a fuss.. Say hello to miss Manley for me.." With that, she drove away. As she did so, I heard the front door open behind me. I turned, expecting to see miss Manley, but it was a maid - a very pretty maid in an extremely becoming uniform. Some sort of black satiny fabric with a tiered skirt and a flash of white frilled petticoat below. Puffed sleeves, coming to just below the elbow where they were tied with a thin scarlet ribbon. Plain top but a rather unusual high 'v' neckline with a slim border of satin to match the ribbons on the sleeves. A small white lace apron with a small bib and full ties in a large bow at the back of the dress. Small lace cap to match in her hair. It dawned on me that I'd spent a little longer than was normally considered polite, scrutinizing her and her uniform, but she didn't seem to mind. I'd also been so distracted by her that mummy had made a clean getaway before I could do anything else. The girl actually cocked her head to one side with a smile - then I could have sworn she winked at me. "Does miss Manley live here?" I asked, still not sure if this was the correct place. She flashed her pretty smile at me. "Yes. Of course. Mr. Ester? Please come in. She's expecting you. If you'll just follow me?" She had opened the door and had ushered me in before I knew it. In passing her, I caught the trace of what smelled like a very expensive perfume, and the skirt of her dress made a crackling sound when I brushed against it in passing. She shut the door behind me, then squeezing past me, led through a pleasant hallway. Opened one half of a large louvered door and motioned for me to go in to the room, coming in to stand behind me. The room was large and airy, helped by one side of a French door being open into a beautiful garden. The furniture didn't match as I would have expected. There were several pieces of very expensive antiques - table, buffet sideboard, and a number of comfortable looking chairs and sofas. There was also a gorgeous captain's desk - behind which, miss Manley sat smiling a welcome but talking to someone on the phone. She made an apologetic gesture and indicated she'd be finished in a moment. She also nodded her thanks to the maid behind me. The girl curtseyed and left the room, closing the door behind her. It was just as well I had a moment to adjust or I might have said something really stupid. This wasn't the miss Manley I knew. The woman talking may have sounded like her, and even looked like her a little, but there the resemblance ended. The teacher I knew was nice looking - but certainly nothing to write home about. She also had a sort of shy way of talking. The woman on the other side of the desk was a different kettle of fish all together. She gleamed. That's about the only way you could describe it. Blonde, short, hair creating a smooth cap for a tanned, flawless complexion. Makeup artfully applied to shade and accentuate a pair of calm, confident, blue eyes smiling at me from behind rimless glasses. She wore a pastel buttonless jacket of a sparkling pale blue, over a pale pink crew necked blouse of the same material. Pearl earrings and a long strand of pearls decorated her slim nick. She was beautiful! I just couldn't believe my eyes. She had finished her telephone call. Now stood up and came towards me, hands outstretched. "Carl? You're a darling for coming. Thank you so much." And I stood frozen with surprise as she came towards me, took my hands and kissed me on both cheeks. She smelled divine, and her jacket fabric felt fantastic to the touch. She was wearing flowing pants of a material similar to the blouse and jacket, going down to exquisite strapped sandals. She ushered me to a couch, then sat right beside me, her thighs almost touching mine. Then she angled her body so that when I did the same, we were almost facing. "Isn't this nice?" she said, laying a feather light hand on top of my thigh. "It's been so long! How have you been? Someone told me they saw you working at Mc'donalds. Are you still there? Do you like it?" To tell the truth, I was overwhelmed. This gorgeous woman was talking to me like we were old friends. We were not. I'd been a student of hers in a class of home economics at school. She'd always been extremely pleasant, but not anything as friendly as she was acting now. And who would have told her about Mc'donalds? My thigh felt warm under her hand, and distracted my thinking somewhat. I was scared I was going to get an erection. A few seconds later I did. She didn't seem to notice though. "Miss Manley?" I finally managed. "I don't understand.." "What dear?" she asked solicitously. "Well. I didn't know you were rich. I mean - living in a house like this? Did you win the lottery or something?" She smiled attractively. "Oh no Carl. Nothing like that. I'm afraid I am .. Well at least, fairly well off.." "I hope you don't mind me asking," I added "But on a teacher's salary? I didn't know they made that much." She gave a soft laugh. Patted my thigh some more. "My folks left me some money when they died and for the last ten years I've made a fairly good living as a psychologist." "But? What were you doing as a home economics teacher..?" "Oh. I'll explain all about that later. First let's talk about you. Tell me all about yourself. What about..?" And she launched into a lot of questions about my current lifestyle. She was so charming and nice that I soon lost all feelings of discomfort. Felt that we'd been friends for years. I kept getting the feeling though that she already knew the answers to the questions, but shoved that feeling to the back of my mind. I was amazed to hear a large grandfather clock I'd passed in the hall strike twelve. So, apparently, was she. "My!" she said. "I do go on so. Never realized it was anywhere close to being that time. Feel like some lunch?" I concurred happily. But then something strange happened. She rang a small handbell and the maid entered the room a few minutes later. "Rose?" Miss Manley said. "This is Carl. Carl? This is Rose." I stood as the girl came over. I didn't know how to react to the introduction. Does one bow to a maid? Does she curtsey? I just stood there until she reached me. She held out her hand to shake mine. I was surprised at such a strong grip in such a small package. She caught my surprise I think. Winked at me again. "Any ideas for lunch Rose?" miss Manley asked. Rose shrugged. "I had just started setting something up. Figured you'd both be wanting to eat pretty soon. There's a lot of deli cold cuts, and a lot of salad fixin's. Sound good?" I was surprised by the tone of the whole conversation. Rose was deferential enough, but it was more like two friends talking than employer and servant. Then I got another surprise. "C'mon Carl. Let's go and see if we can fix something up. What do you think?" With that, miss Manley stood up from the couch to stand beside me then took my hand, and led me back through the hall into a well appointed, large kitchen. She went to a cupboard and pulled two aprons out. Handed me one as she put her own on, tying the sashes behind her. "You don't mind, do you? Rose is adamant that if you work in her kitchen, you wear an apron. She's a pain in the neck if you ask me.." She stopped and slapped her forehead with her palm and emoted theatrically, "But good help is so hard to find these days!" They both laughed, and I joined in as I tied my own apron behind me. I sometimes wore mummy's aprons at home, but they were different, more practical, less feminine. The one I was wearing was just a half-apron, no bib. It had a lot more skirt to it than I was used to, almost circling my waist completely. On top of that, it had a fairly stiff, embroidered waist band in a sort of multi-colored floral design, then a flounced skirt - a white muslin, bordered by a hem that matched the waistband. It also had two large patch pockets of the same material. It was kinda feminine I thought, but couldn't figure out how to avoid putting it on. I had tied a creditable bow at the back I thought, but Rose clucked her disapproval, then came over and re-tied it for me. I saw it later in a mirror and realized that it looked more like a dirndl skirt with a large flounced bow at the back than anything else. I held my tongue though. In the kitchen environment, there was no doubt about it. Rose was in charge. She set me to washing and preparing the vegetables for the salad, had miss Manley (who was now 'Diane') to making a series of salad dressings, while she set the table in the adjoining dining room. It was a large kitchen, which was just as well, because with three of us flitting around in rather bulky skirts (well, Rose's dress and Diane and my aprons) there seemed to be just enough room - in fact there seemed to be a lot more contact between bodies than would have appeared necessary - a lot of touching, patting, 'attagirl' - that sort of thing. It was a very womanish fifteen minutes, but I didn't mind. As a matter of fact I rather enjoyed the fun that the two of them were having. The lunch was very nice. Salad, French bread, and some cold cuts. Diane also pressed me into taking a couple of glasses of wine along with Rose and herself. I'm not used to it, and didn't really care for the taste, but didn't want to show I was a wimp, so drank all that was poured for me. Naturally, I started getting a little woozy, but didn't want to admit it. I still had absolutely no idea why I was meeting miss Manley, but she started lifting the veil of secrecy shortly after we'd finished lunch and cleared away the dishes. "I know you're probably wondering why I wanted to talk to you. But before I explain, I'd like you to take a short oral exam.. " She saw my look of immediate dismay and smiled "Oh nothing to worry about Carl - it's just a personality profiling thing I'd like to try out. There's no pass or fail associated with it. You may even enjoy it. Honest! In fact, to show you how easy it is, we can do it right here at the table if you feel that's o.k.?" Only partially reassured, I shrugged. She nodded. "Fine. Why don't you just stay there. I'll go and get the papers I need. Be back in a minute." And she left me alone with Rose. Rose had just finished putting the dishes away, and was passing behind the chair I sat on. She stopped, and I felt her take a hold of some of my hair. "You've got really pretty hair" she said. "Nice body. But it badly needs getting set you know." I blushed at the compliment. "Well. I don't know about a set. I've been meaning to get a haircut for a couple of weeks.." She laughed incredulously. "A haircut? Don't be silly!" She walked away, as if shaking her head at my idiocy. Diane came back a few minutes later with a three ring binder and a few sheets of printed paper. "Quite comfortable?" she asked. "Don't need the bathroom or anything like that? If you do, please go now. It's really important that this test not be interrupted. That's the only important thing. Honest." I felt drowsy more than anything else, but assured her I was fine. She then started asking me questions. What did I prefer - this or that? What would I rather do, this, that or the other - that sort of thing. It was actually quite fun, and we both giggled at some of the questions. Then after about ten minutes, Rose reappeared. She was carrying a sort of mesh bag with a lot of stuff in it. Without a word, she sat beside me at the table, and started pulling a whole lot of stuff out of the bag and laying it on the table. I recognized rollers and bobbi pins, a battery operated curling iron and a few bottles of varying hued liquids. Various combs and brushes. She was humming quietly to herself but Diane totally ignored her. Kept on asking me questions. And all of a sudden, Rose got up and stood behind me. Then she took hold of my hair and undid my pony tail. I almost said something to her, but Diane had just asked me a question and I had to answer it. When I had finished, she asked me another immediately and I felt that I had to answer that too. By the time I had finished, I felt that my opportunity for asking Rose what she was doing had gone. It was weird. Three people sitting, two of them totally ignoring the third, while she works steadily on one of the other's hair. I wanted to yell - do something, but I was too mesmerized by Diane's questions, while she seemed totally unaware that Rose was even there - let alone working on my hair. There being no mirror there, I couldn't see what she was doing, but I had a dreadful feeling. She had brushed my hair out until it was fanned to my shoulders. Then she'd taken some time and care pinning something (faux hair, it turned out to be) on top of my head. She then started back combing my hair upwards away from my neck, then fixing it in place with either bobbi pins or curved bone combs. Somehow or other, she was putting my hair 'up'. Once she was finished with that, she started in with the curling iron. I finally managed to speak up. "Diane? Rose? What's going on?" Diane looked puzzled, then, as if she understood. "Oh. Your hair? Is that it?" Speechlessly I nodded. "Oh, don't worry about Rose. She's just a hair nut. She'll make it nice. Don't worry." And with that, she went back to her questions. Meekly, my only vestige of objection gone, I sat until the questions were over and Rose was finished with me - which happened at almost the same time. She finished by putting a lacy bandanna around my hair do. "There!" She said. "Now isn't that better than some old haircut?" She held up a small mirror. Let me look for a second or two, then left. And my girl's hair style was burned into my brain. Swept up from the back, held in place with the combs - a froth of tight curls on top and the lacy tie hanging down the side of my face in a most becoming (feminine) way. Diane lifted her head from her notes as Rose walked away. Looked at my hair. "Told you you'd like it, didn't I?" I didn't answer her. I was too shaken. She didn't seem to mind my silence. Looked at her notes for a few minutes more. Nodded her head approvingly. "Yes. Yes, I thought so." She smiled at me. "I hope you don't mind Carl? Normally, I have to run the results of this questionnaire through the computer. In this case though - no problem. Would you mind taking another test?" I couldn't help it. Nervously, I put my hand to my new hair style. "Miss Manley? Could you give me some idea of what this is all about?" She assuaged my nervousness immediately. "Oh! You poor dear! I should have thought of that.." She turned from me, and rang the maid's bell again. Seconds later, Rose was back in the room. "Rose?" Diane asked. "Am I a good employer?" Rose mulled this over for a moment. "Apart from the lousy salary you pay, I guess you could be rated as 'fair'." She admitted, smiling. Diane shook her head. "Would you mind? Tell Carl what your lousy salary was last year." Rose shrugged. "Forty thou, more or less - but I'm worth a helluva lot more.." "Thank you for your enthusiastic reference Rose. You may go." Rose smiled at me. "She's actually pretty good - but don't tell her I said so." She turned to Diane, and made an exaggerated curtsey. "Thank you ma'am" and left. My mind was reeling. Forty thousand for a maid? What was going on? What did it have to do with me? Diane broke into my thinking. "At Mc'donalds, excluding overtime, and minus state and federal taxes, you will clear approximately three thousand, eight hundred and sixty seven dollars for this year. Sound about right?" "I don't know, miss Manley." I answered. "Sounds kinda low." "It is low." She replied. "But trust me, it's correct." She looked directly at me now. All traces of anything but business gone from these blue eyes. "Come work for me, you'll clear about six times that amount to start. Work out, the way your tests indicate so far, and you'll make what Rose is making now within three years." She leaned back in her chair. "Interested?" My mouth was dry. I'd had enough experiences trying for jobs to know that the salary she was offering was so far out of what I could otherwise expect that it wasn't even funny. I nodded. She smiled again. "Let's go and talk some more, shall we?" She stood up, her file still in her hand. "But we'll do it back in the lounge, eh? A lot more comfortable there." Speechless, mind still in a turmoil, I followed her back to the couch where we'd sat originally. Back in the same position, knees touching, though with both of her hands now lightly tracing patterns on my thighs, she started explaining. "First of all Carl? I know you must be wondering about the relationship between Rose and myself..? Well, let me fill you in. About three years ago, she was a student in one of my classes. She was very interested in having a relationship with me." I started to say something, but she put a gentle finger to my lips, and kept on talking. "You see, my specialty was gender disorders but, up until Rose 'educated' me, I'd never understood why my interest was in that field.." She smiled. "It took quite a lot of work on her part, but she finally won me over." Her eyes softened. "And we became lovers. The fact that I was rich 'allowed' me to have a maid, with no questions asked. As she's a submissive/dominant it suited her, so after she graduated.." I had to interrupt. "Miss Manley? I don't know what a submissive.." She laughed. "I'm sorry Carl. It just means someone who likes to be bossed around most of the time. Likes to be boss at others though." "She bosses you around?" I asked, not believing it for a moment. Diane caught my tone. Laughed again. "Yeah. She does. I'm a 'dominant' myself, but realize that she's got to be kept happy too. Believe it or not, I've got a couple of maid's outfits that I wear.." She caught my stunned expression. "But that's just to let you know where Rose and I stand: don't get any idea that I'd wear one for you!. But, to get back to the main subject..?" More serious now, she stopped tracing her fingers on my thighs. Took a hold of them instead. Looked me firmly in the eye. "One thing had always interested me. In certain families you find a much higher percentage of dysfunctional males - more homosexuals, bisexuals, transvestites, than in others. Understand?" I nodded, but didn't really comprehend what she was telling me. "I'd developed a theory," she continued. "That just about every male child goes through a period when the idea of being a girl is attractive to him. Most of them pass by it o.k. But, if 'something' happens to stop him from getting through it, then his development seems to be arrested in that area. After some serious thought it seemed fairly obvious that it was probably something genetic." She patted my thighs gently. Shook her head. "But one thing puzzled me. Every so often, I'd run across a case where there's been absolutely no sign of such behavior on the part of a male, or in his family, until he marries. Then, all of a sudden we have a sweet young thing in dresses, makeup, all that good stuff. And I started thinking. How could it be that he'd given every sign of getting through this period of development, then regressed? Was it possible that his wife might be forcing him into it?" "My own upbringing - you know, the male being the breadwinner, that sort of thing? - That gave me a hang up for a while. But then I remembered stories I'd been hearing for years about a distant branch of my own family where just about every 'male', whether born or married into the family, seemed to have a penchant for being 'one of the girls'. I started looking into it." She cocked her head to one side. The smile back in her eyes. "And I was making some startling discoveries about the time Rose and I were getting .. together. Here's a family where every female born into it has an almost insatiable desire to dominate a male - and particularly to humiliate him by making him take over the female role - the dress, the behavior, the function even.." I shook my head. "I don't understand miss Manley. What do you mean 'function'?" "What do you think?" she answered. "The housework, the cooking, the sewing. All the functions normally done my the wife." She grinned. "And at night? Why these lucky men get to smelling gorgeous, make themselves all pretty, then wear frilly nightgowns so that they can play the part of the woman in bed as well." My mouth was dry. "But surely? Some men won't let them.." She shook her head admiringly. "I don't know how these women do it. Once I'd been studying them for a while, they'd introduce me to their male friends - ranging in age from mid teens to late twenties. I'd run my tests on these guys - find absolutely no trace of effeminacy. In anything from months to a year later, they'd have been shown the light." She giggled softly. "I was even invited to a wedding where the 'bride' - and one of 'her' bridesmaids were both young guys I'd tested the year before - very pretty little things they were too." She added reflectively. She was now looking at me intently. "Are you starting to see where I'm coming from?" "You think I put on dresses and stuff?" I asked fearfully. She didn't answer. Shook her head slowly. "Your mother's a member of that family. Did you know that?" "She's not! She's not that way!" I said loudly. "Neither am I!" She surprised me by nodding in agreement. "You're right - in one way at least. Your mother seems to have less of the desire than any of her sisters - couldn't quite control your father. She was teased by her other female relatives so much that she moved away just before he died." She looked steadily at me now. "And she tried, as much as she could, to try and save you from her sisters." I gulped. She continued. "But you weren't much help to her, were you? I mean, she never forced you to be good at things like housework and ironing and cooking and.." "She needed help. We're not rich like you!" I retorted. "I'm not knocking what you do Carl," she said quietly. "But these are the kind of help that girls usually offer. Not boys." I started to protest. She put her finger to my lips. "And who wanted the family re-union up in the mountains? Who pressed for it?" She asked. "Well mummy needed a vacation. And I felt it was time she met her sisters and their daughters.. And I didn't know anything about.." "But? She said she didn't want to go. Made all sorts of excuses. But you kept on pressing. Didn't you?" "I didn't know what was going to happen. Did I?" I protested. "And mummy never told me." "Forget all the excuses. It was nobody's fault. But tell me. What happened when you arrived." I clenched my teeth stubbornly and looked at my feet. "Tell me!" she said firmly. "Well my three aunts, Beatrice, Jane, and Margaret were there with my cousins Angela and Dorothy when we got there.." "So that was what? Four adults, three kids?" "Yeah. I guess so," I mumbled. "Big cabin? Did you all have separate bedrooms?" I blushed. Shook my head. "But surely? You being what? Sixteen - and the only boy there? Didn't you get a bedroom all to yourself?" "No. I had to share with Angela and Dorothy." "But at least you had your own bed. Surely?" "Well. I did have .. But they wouldn't let me sleep in it. Wanted me to sleep with them." "My my! Every young man's fantasy, eh? Sleeping with two girls? In the same bed? Weren't you excited?" "You know all about it miss Manley. I can see that. Don't see why.." "Carl? Don't be naughty! Tell me! Did you sleep in the same bed with Angela and Dorothy?" "Yes." "And were they all excited at having a real, live boy in there with them?" I hung my head in shame. "They teased me all the time." "And why would they do such a thing?" She asked kindly. "They took all my clothes off as soon as I went to our room." I blurted. "And wouldn't give me them back to me." She chuckled. "Oh! These naughty girls! Make you walk around nude?" I started crying a little. "No.. My aunts had bought clothes for me. The girls made me put them on.." "Don't tell me! Nice lingerie? Pretty dresses? High heeled shoes? Makeup?" I nodded to each question. "And? What did your cousins wear? Were they in pretty clothes too?" I remembered, and outrage filled my voice.. "They wore jeans and pants - pajamas! - Dorothy even wore mine! - And my aunts wore the same kind of thing." "So what did they do with all the clothes that you had brought with you? Hide them?" I hung my head. "No. Not really. They gave me some drawers to put them in." "So? What stopped you from using them?" "Dorothy said she'd beat me up if I even tried to wear them. Said it would be a real insult to her mother after her buying pretty clothes for me." Miss Manley smiled. "So you were basically volunteering to wear the girl's clothes then...?" "That's not true!" I protested. "Oh? I must have misunderstood." She replied. "They told you what to wear every day?" "No." "They 'suggested' what you had to wear then? Stood over you every time you got dressed?" "No.. But..." She shook her head impatiently. "Let's see. You went to a chest of drawers that had girl's clothes and boy's clothes. You picked panties and bra's and stuff to wear. You went to a closet that had pants and dresses. You picked the dresses. Then you went and put on your powder and lipstick. A little perfume maybe? Ever put a ribbon in your hair?" She grinned as my face gave her the answer. "So glad you didn't try to lie," she said, "Isn't this you here in this photograph?" Horrified, I watched as she picked the folder up and pulled out a group snapshot taken on the porch of the cabin. Mummy and I stood in the center of my aunts and Angela, our arms linked together and smiling back at the camera. Both of us wore long floral print dresses. Mummy had a straw hat with a floppy brim. My hair was tied with a slim scarf that draped itself down the side of my face. The others all wore jeans and plaid shirts. "You were the only one in feminine clothes?" "No... Mummy wore dresses too." "I can see that! I meant amongst the younger ones silly. But it was nice that you had some feminine company after all? Just like a mother and her daughter?" I nodded. "So? Did you have a nice vacation?" "They made me do most of the housework and cleaning" I said bitterly, "and I had to do a lot of the serving of drinks and stuff." "Never let you leave the cabin. Huh?" I reddened. "They made me go to the village a couple of times." "What did you wear?" "A yellow sundress - a blue one another time. Usually a white straw hat with a floppy brim." "Shoes?" "White sandals." "High heels?" I shook my head. "No. Well, medium I guess." "Any boys make a move on you? I'll bet they thought you were pretty." "I think that a couple of guys might have thought about it, but Angela and Dorothy just froze them out." "So you were their girl, eh? Did you act all nice and flirty with them?" "Yes." I admitted. "They made me. Said that if I didn't they'd leave me to find my own way home." "Boy! These girls must have been much bigger than you. Or were they older?" My blush got even redder. "No. Dorothy was a little bigger. Angela was actually a little smaller." "Did they ever beat you up?" "No!" I said proudly. "Angela kept saying she was going to spank me. But I'd have liked to see her try!" "Was she scared of you then? That why she didn't?" "No. Her mummy threatened to whack her if she touched me." "But wouldn't that have shown that her daughter was tougher than you?" "Only if she could have beat me," I argued. "So? Why wouldn't she let her?" "Said she wasn't to beat up on girls," I admitted. Diane nodded sympathetically. "I can see that," she said. " I mean, it's not very nice to take advantage of the weaker sex, is it?" She was smiling though, so I knew she was being a little sarcastic. "You get home all right?" She continued the investigation. "Yes," I replied. "Your mother have anything to say?" "About what?" "Well? Dressing and acting like a girl. Letting your little girl cousins boss you around. That reminds me. Did they give you your clothes before you left?" I breathed out through my nose before I replied, "Yes." "Bet you were glad to get into your 'real' clothes right away, eh?" "Well," I said quietly, "I wanted to ... But they wanted me to stay looking like a girl until I got home." "All the way home? What did they have you wear? Surely the let you wear something comfortable?" "No!" I gritted out the answer. "Carl? You're not being helpful. Now I want you to describe - in detail - what you wore to go home in. Please!" She looked as if she was getting a little mad. I figured I'd better behave. "A two piece costume. Sort of floral pattern. The skirt was kinda tight. The hem came just above my knees. I'd to wear a white blouse with a lot of frills at the front and a stiff high collar. A bolero jacket with mid length sleeves - kinda tight. They pinned a straw hat on my hair. It had a little veil. Came down to just about my nose. White pearl clip on earrings.. White shoes and oh yes, white gloves.." "Gloves? You've got to be kidding! What were you going to - a formal?" "No. Just home," I mumbled. "Anything else? Handbag?" "Oh yes. I'm sorry. I'd forgotten. I'd a white handbag." "Anything in it?" I sighed. "A compact. Lipstick. Makeup." She smiled at me. "But - once your mother drove away.. You probably stopped somewhere? Changed? At least made yourself more comfortable?" "Well - I couldn't." "You didn't ask your mother if you could change?" "There wasn't much sense to that. You see, Dorothy gave me one of these disposable cameras. It had quite a lot of shots left in it. I'd to have photographs taken at various stops on the way home, then one on our front porch. I'd to send it to her for developing. If I didn't, she'd come by the house later and.. and.." "Make life difficult?" I gulped. "Yes." "So, your mother take all the photographs? And oh! Did you have to pose? Do anything special?" "Yes. Mummy took them all. In the last one I had to be standing on our porch, and looking in my compact mirror - all the others I just had to smile and wave." "Smart girl that Dorothy. Made sure you did the whole trip in your nice clothes. Did your mother laugh at you at all?" "Absolutely not! Mummy is too nice to do something like that! She just talked. That's all. She's not like her sisters - or their daughters!" Somehow, at that precise second, I knew exactly what she was going to do before she even moved. I watched, paralyzed, as she opened up her folder again and pulled out some enlarged photographs and examined them closely. "Your mother's quite good with a camera, isn't she?" She asked. "Think she might like one of these for a keepsake?" And she handed them to me. And there I was, smiling into the camera. Sitting on the fender of the car, knees up and arms encircling them. In another, one arm akimbo with another pretending to fluff my hair. A third with me lifting the hem of my dress and examining the seams of my stockings - and the last, on the porch of our house, smiling over the lid of my compact, lipstick tube in my hand. "Well? See what I'm saying?" Diane started, taking the photographs back again. "Here's a family where the women like their 'men' to be 'girls' - and you don't seem to be complaining too much. Your mother seems to be a bit of an exception - and I belong to that family. With Rose to educate me, I gradually discover that this just may be what I'm looking for. I find out about your mother and you. Decide to come looking.. Your school was looking for a Home EC. teacher. I made a nice contribution.. And all of a sudden, I was just what they needed in that line.." She smiled seductively at me, and my heart lurched. "I've been checking you out.." She stroked my thigh openly now. "And you're just about perfect.. Nice and docile. Handy about the house. Petite. I've been just drooling when I think of getting you here. We'll have such fun! Your mother wasn't too sure about.." "My mummy doesn't know anything about this!" I cried indignantly. "Sorry dear. But she does, you know," she said calmly. "Got you to wear these girl's pants here today, didn't she?" "They're not girl's pants!" I argued. "They're.." "Girl's pants!" she interrupted. "You're not going to argue. Surely? Cream color? Small zipper? Tiny pockets? No pockets on the back? C'mon!" Then she clinched it. "Didn't you look at the manufacturers label? 'Miss Ellen's fashions'? And how many times d'you see boys pants in a nice clingy jersey wool mix? You going to tell me you didn't guess? Totally humiliated now, I realized that I'd had a notion of what I was wearing, but ignored it. My expression must have shown this. She patted my leg again. "So you come to see your old home econ. Teacher in a nice pair of girl's pants. And - of course - you never imagined that it'd be for a job - especially not a job working for me, did you? And - I mean -", and she mimicked her meeting me earlier on. " Oh, Carl darling.. Kissy poo on both cheeks .. Just one girl to another. And you, later in your pretty floral apron, just showing your old teacher how good a little housewife you'd be in the kitchen - just having a wonderful time with the girls, eh?" "But... I didn't know what to do .. What was going on," I said, almost weeping. "There, there. Don't cry dear," she said kindly, stroking my knee, but continued talking. "Of course you didn't know what was going on when Rose was pinning your hair up, putting nice curls in it - tying it up in a lace ribbon - just the style that all the boys are wearing this year.." She paused. I could feel her come close to me - and all of a sudden, I was in her arms, and she was kissing me on the lips. It was awful nice. She was so nice and strong. I put my arms around her neck and kissed her back. A thought crossed my mind as she broke away from me, a wide grin on her face. "But? If I'm to work .. For you. What about Rose? I mean.." I stammered. "Oh, you won't be much competition for Rose. Remember I said that she liked to be dominant once in a while? Well, you'll suit her very nicely. And to tell the truth, I wasn't very good in the submissive role. Just keep in mind that you belong to me - I'll just be 'lending' you to Rose now and then - at least while she's here.." "She's leaving?" "Yes. Wants to go back to school for a while, and I promised I'd subsidize her. She'll be taking some time to train you of course, but once that's done - and I don't see it taking much time, I'll have you all to myself." She grinned widely. "But - first things first. Better get you started. Lots to do." She reached for the little bell and rang it. "But.. I..I.. Haven't said I'd t..t..take the job." I stammered. She shook her head. "You really don't have much say in it darling.." Rose appeared in the doorway just then, so Diane turned her attention to her. "All yours Rosie. See what you can do, eh? And in a reasonable time, eh?" She then gave me a little push. "Off with you dear. Do as Rose tells you. You'll get on famously. I'm sure you will." In Rose's tow, I went out into the hallway and then in a new direction. She led me into a beautiful bright airy, feminine room done in pale pinks and blues. A single, canopied bed had a bright cover, but it was the only really colorful thing in the room. A small fireplace - nothing in it, but fronted by a low coffee table and two stuffed armchairs. A chest of drawers along one wall, a long built in closet on another, and French doors that looked out onto the garden. A sort of archway led into a bright bathroom with a large shower stall and antique, clawfoot bath. A makeup mirror with lots of lights above it, and a chair to sit at. "This'll be yours dear. Like it?" She didn't wait for my response. "Of course you do. Who wouldn't? I've run a nice bath for you, so get undressed like a bunny and into it before it gets too cold. I'll give you a second or two.." She grinned. "Not that you have anything I haven't seen before - but I'd imagine you'll be shy for a while.." She started to leave. "But Rose? Rose?" She gave me a warning look. "Please? Just do as I tell you. No fuss. O.K?" Then she left. Nervously, I looked around me. But who was I kidding? I wasn't any kind of prisoner there. All I had to do was get rid of my new hairdo by soaking it, then leaving through the French window. I just couldn't seem to pluck up the nerve. Instead, I took my clothes off and dumped them on the floor, then walked naked into the bathroom and climbed into the warm scented, bubble-layered water. She came in a few minutes later. She'd lit a cigarette and was carrying a small ashtray with her that she used to trap the ashes. "Thought we'd have a little chat. Give you some pointers, so to speak." "Thanks Rose," I said. "You're welcome. But lets get one thing straight. I tell you to do something - you do it. Diane 'mentions' that you 'might' want to do something? - You jump! Understood?" I gave a scared nod. She smiled. "Don't be frightened of her. She's a wonderful person - and a great boss. Just don't be stupid around her, and you'll be fine." "But I don't know how not to be stupid," I said quietly. "That's probably the first smart thing you've said today," Rose said, taking a drag on her cigarette. "Just don't go on harping on about .. Well.. masculine things. You're here to be her girl. The quicker you realize it, and act like it - the better off you'll be." I could feel my eyes get big. "Hold on a minute," she said, and left the room. I could hear drawers open and close. She was back quickly. She draped a bra, camisole, ruffled petticoat, panties, and a garter belt over the chair. Last, she threw a pair of smoke shaded nylons on top. "You do realize that these clothes are yours, don't you? Don't give me any BS now. Hear?" I blushed. "Answer me!" she demanded. "Yes," I said softly. "And what are they?" I shrugged. "A bra? Panties?.." "Better get used to it dearie. My bra! My panties.. Go on. Say it!" She made me work my way through the full set in this manner a number of times. It actually worked. By the third time, I had no blushes left for when I talked about my slip - or my bra. She nodded her satisfaction. "And while we're on the subject of undies. Your 'working' sets - you will be doing housework you know?" I nodded. "Nylon tricot is fine. Just be damn sure that it's fresh at all times. If she gives any signs that she might be getting randy - get changed into satin - that's her favorite. You'll probably notice that there's no red or black. She doesn't seem to like the heavy colors. But I'd suggest you buy a couple of sets on the Q.T. though - she does like a surprise now and then. O.K so far?" This was all going a little fast for me, but I nodded. She stubbed her cigarette out. "Before you get out of your bath, I'm going to pluck your eyebrows - pierce your ears. Any problems with that?" "No Rose," I said meekly. It didn't take her long. I sat there in the cooling water for a little while. My eyebrows practically non-existent, a set of gold posts anchored through my ear lobes. Her final words rang in my head. "It's about two thirty. We're going to have a busy night of it. I don't think that wine you had for lunch did you much good. If you can, take a nap. I've laid out a little shorty nightie for you, so wear it. I'll wake you in an hour or so." I got out of the bath. Dried and powdered myself. All my clothes that I'd worn were gone. I shrugged. Rose was right. I was tired. Sleepily, I slipped the pale green baby doll top on over my head, and pulled the frilled panties up my legs. I lay down on top of the bed, pulled the cover up partly to cover me and was asleep in minutes. I woke to a gentle pushing on my shoulder. "Carl? Carl? Wake up! It's almost four o'clock! C'mon! Don't let me regret letting you sleep this long!" I smiled sleepily up at Rose. Lifted my arms and yawned widely. "Mmmm..Mm," I purred. "That was good." As I did, I saw the lacy sleeves of my nightwear slide down my arms, leaving them bare, and reminding me of what I was wearing. Somehow, I didn't care - I just felt so good. Rose gave me a calculating glance. "Somehow sweetie? I get the feeling that you might not be altogether as innocent as you appear." She leaned over and wrapped her arms around me. "But you feel nice, and smell nice, so you can't be all bad, eh?" Gave me a nice, lingering kiss. I yawned seductively when her lips left mine. "Enough!" she said firmly. "I left your undies in the bathroom. Put them on. When you have? Put a robe over them - there's all sorts in your closet. Then give me a call. I'll come and help you with your makeup and uniform. But hurry!" I'd never, ever, admitted it before - but there was a fantastic feeling when I put on women's lingerie. Before though, it was like I'd had to act a part - pretend I didn't like them. Here? Nobody seemed to care what I had to say - I had nothing to do with it - was simply doing what I was told! Everything that she'd laid out was a pure, buttery white, with the exception of the multi-layered petticoat, which was a 'bright' white, and the nylons of course. I divested myself of my nightie - put it under my pillow for later that night, then sensuously slid into my new lingerie. It was the nylon tricot that Rose had left out for me earlier. It wasn't overly frilled with lace or anything like that, and I was a little disappointed. A quick look in the chest of drawers had shown me, however, that there was lots of frothy, lacy, satiny, things for further investigation and use. All gleaming with the luster that only brand new lingerie has. I found a fantastic robe - all lace, satin, and ribbons in the closet, but was shy of wearing it in front of Rose. I put on a long flowing robe of pale yellow chiffon instead. It bulked out rather untidily I thought, with the petticoat underneath - but that wasn't to be helped. I was scared of opening my door to call Rose - suppose miss Manley saw me? - But finally plucked up the courage to do so. Rose came out from a door right next to mine as soon as I called. "Jesus!" She said. "Took you long enough! Another minute, and I would have been in here!" "I'm sorry Rose," I faltered. "I really didn't think I'd been that long.." She grinned. "S'all right - I'm just bitchin. But we really don't have much time. Get your uniform out - the one that's the same as mine." She was coming towards me, resplendent in a black taffeta uniform with a white lace jabot that spilled over the bib of her starched apron. She also wore a frilled maid's cap to match. Mesh stockings, medium heeled shoes. She positively crackled when she walked. I couldn't believe the noise from the taffeta. Excited, I hurried to my closet. Amongst the plethora of dresses, skirts, blouses there I found a duplicate of Rose's dress. Awestruck, I pulled it out. Before she let me put it on, she inspected my lingerie to make sure I was fastened in, and padded in the appropriate places. Made me put on mesh stockings like hers in place of the nylons she had originally picked for me. Then she opened up my uniform for me to step into. I was as dainty as I knew how to be, but was so excited that I felt like fainting. She helped me fit my arms into the puffed sleeves, then pulled the back in tightly, and proceeded to fasten me into the dress. The shoes fit perfectly, but she wouldn't let me put on my apron or cap. Started training me how to perform various functions. When, and how, to curtsey. How to 'lead' people through the house. How to serve drinks. Where to put ladies handbags, coats, etc., When they arrived.. "But why are you teaching me all this stuff in such a hurry Rose?" I asked. "Amn't I only serving miss Diane tonight?" Rose looked at me as if I were crazy. "You'd better be properly dressed and made up in half an hour - she's having company for drinks and dinner." I couldn't believe my ears. Panicked, I started to get really flustered. "But.. Who's going to make dinner? I'm not ready.. Oh dear! Oh Rose! I can't do this.." She looked at me calmly. "The caterer'll be here in ten minutes. I'll show you where I want the warming plates to be - it's a kind of buffet. Then all you need to know is where the bar and soft drinks are. I'll be here beside you. Just watch what you're doing. You'll be all right. Now c'mon. Let's get you fixed up." It really didn't take her a long time to get me made up. "You'll be doing this yourself pretty quick," she told me "but we don't really have the time to teach you how just now. Diane likes nice, defined, colors - in other words she likes to know that your makeup is on, but at the same time don't plaster it on either. Freshen up fairly regularly. You're probably not used to cosmetics, so make sure you do constant checks in the mirror, just in case." My apron and cap were starched, crisp and clean. Just like hers. I saw our reflection in one of the hall mirrors just before the caterer delivered the food, and we looked like twins. I'd developed a problem though. It was almost impossible to stop my petticoats from flouncing under the skirt of my dress. This caused the dress to give off fantastically loud rustles. My undies kept feeding me sensory input as well - the tightness of the bra across my back. Little tugs on the garter straps by the stockings, the 'swish' of the flouncing petticoats against my stockings. All of these things, plus the scent - and taste - of my own cosmetics were putting me into a daze. Putting the dishes on the tables and polishing the glasses under Rose's directions helped focus me a little - but I stood stock still and gaped at her when I heard the chimes of the little bell from Diane's bedroom. She smiled. "Mistress calling you dearie. Don't just stand there. Get a move on!" My knees actually knocking, I went to Diane's room. She was wearing a long silk dress, but it was open at the back. "Come and fix me up, would you dear? But first, let me see you. Mm...Mm. Rose has done a very creditable job on you. Feel up to it tonight?" "Yes miss Diane," I said, curtseying as Rose had taught me. She smiled. "Very nice dear. But in private, after tonight, I'm just Diane - and you don't need to curtsey unless someone else is in the room." She looked at her watch. "Well. Our guests should be here shortly. Come help me with my dress." I did her bidding. At first I had a problem with the delicate fasteners, not being used to the false nails that Rose had put on me. They weren't too long, however, so I soon got the knack of it. Just as I finished, I got another shock. Suddenly, her hand was up, under my dress, stroking the parts of my legs just above the stockings and fiddling with the garter straps. I stood stock still in fright - and delight. I'd never experienced anything like it before. She gave me a little pat "Later," she said, and withdrew her hand. She dismissed me, and I made it to the hallway, just in time to hear the doorbell. Rose stationed me at the door while she answered it. I couldn't see who it was, but got an awfully strange feeling. When Rose let the person in I almost fainted - it was mummy! She had her best dress on, and was made up for the evening, so I knew that she was an expected guest. She saw me, her son, standing there, resplendent in my maid's uniform, makeup clearly noticeable, girl's hairdo under my cap. High heels. She recognized me, that much was obvious but at the same time her face showed only a sort of mild regret - not the shocked disappointment I'd have expected. I curtsied. "Can I take your coat and purse ma'am?" I asked, just as Rose had taught me. Mummy smiled her thank you and allowed me to take her jacket. She kept her little clutch evening bag though. Totally embarrassed now in a way that I'd never anticipated, I flounced away to store her jacket while Rose showed her through to the main room. I had just got back to my station at the door, when the doorbell rang again. Rose wasn't there, so I opened it myself. My aunts Jane and Margaret stood there, accompanied by their daughters Dorothy and Angela. They recognized me as well, but not as quickly as mummy had. Gaped a little at my transformation, but then gave little grins of appreciation - all of them except Angela. She was all gussied up in a full party dress, hair all done, heavy makeup, pearls, gloves, the whole thing. The others all wore pant suits. I curtsied as instructed and took various jackets and bags. She gave me a light stole she was wearing but whispered in my ear as she passed it to me "This is all your fault, you damn sissy! Wait 'til I get you!" I had no idea what she was talking about, but felt pretty safe. I also enjoyed her obvious anger. Decided to stoke the fires even higher. I curtsied to her. "You look extremely pretty tonight, miss Angela." Inwardly, I warmed as her face got choleric with anger, but she left as Rose arrived to lead the party to the main room. That was the total company, so I was kept busy serving drinks and canap?s for a while. At first I was humiliated when I had to serve mummy, but soon got used to it. It was a 'serve - yourself' buffet, but Angela and Dorothy made sure that I was kept busy performing 'maidenly' tasks, though I managed to sneak a few bites in the kitchen as the evening progressed. But then about eight o'clock, things had got fairly quiet. Rose was grabbing a quick cigarette, while I was finishing a glass of nice cold milk. The tinkle of the maid's bell sounded from the living room. I looked at Rose. She looked embarrassed, then down at her feet. "It's you they want dear. Better go. It's a 'family' thing I think, so I can't be there to help you. Just do the best you can.. Better hurry. I didn't know what she was talking about, but her words frightened me. When I got to the room, everything looked the same, but there was an air of anticipation .. something.. in the air. Diane stood alone in a clear area of the room, the others sitting around her. She smiled and crooked her finger at me. Obediently, I walked to her. She put an arm possessively around my shoulders, and spoke directly to me. "I'm sorry Carl, but this is something that has to get done. We may appear cruel, but I hope you'll forgive us - it's just a way of welcoming you into your new life - and don't forget, the women in this family do have tendencies that are difficult to control at times." She turned to face the others. "As you can see, Carl has entered my employ as a .. maid .. companion. Now, dressed in this fashion, the name 'Carl' is not quite appropriate, and addressing him as a 'he' is not either. I'd thought of simply calling her Carla, but I don't like that at all." She turned to mummy. "Mrs. Ester? When you were expecting, did you know what sex your baby was going to be?" Mummy shook her head. "Why don't you call me Marie?" Diane nodded her thanks. "Then Marie, did you have a girl and a boy's name picked out beforehand?" "Oh yes. It was to be 'Veronica' if it was a girl.." Her eyes widened as the implication of her answer hit her, but a pleased expression crossed her face as Diane hugged me and asked. "So. It's a little late. But do you have any argument if we call her Veronica?" Mummy shook her head. Diane turned to me. Then she did something. Standing there, in front of everyone, she dropped her hand from my shoulders then lifted up the back of my skirt, and grabbed the cheeks of my backside. "So meet 'Veronica - my new girl!" Blushing, I stood there as everyone there, including mummy, said "Hi Veronica" or some similar greeting, shyly nodding my responses, Diane's hand firm on my rear end. There was silence for a few seconds, and I thought my humiliation was complete. Diane's eyes had taken on a sort of hardness though that boded me no good. "Your cousin Angela would like a few words with you Veronica. Seems she has a grudge.." "I didn't do anything to her," I complained. "That's not what she says," Diane said, "but I'm sure she'll be able to explain it." As she said this, she moved away from me, and the next thing I saw was that Angela had got up from her chair and was walking towards me. "Hello Veronica," she said in a mincing little voice. "I hear you think that you're tougher than me?" "I never said that," I protested. She pulled her gloves off, and threw them to her mother. "Well, we're gonna find out pretty damn quick," she said, reverting to her normal voice. "See? You and me, we're going to have a little wrestling match and, once I've shown how much of a weak sister you are, I'm going to put you over my knee, and spank you on your panties." My taffeta dress rustled loudly as I started to back away from her, but, circled as I was by the women, there really wasn't anywhere for me to go. Helplessly I watched her draw nearer. "You know," she started conversationally, "that I had to put on these clothes because of you? When my mother heard from miss Manley what you had said about me, she made me dress like this - just as if I was a girl!" But, you are!" I protested. "Not as far as you're concerned. When I'm around you - it's you that wears the dresses and does the girlish stuff - I mean, all gussied up in a dress and petticoats - and makeup. Let's do it, Veronica.." And with that, she took another step towards me. "Oh please Angela," I whimpered. "I don't want to fight you. I never said I was tougher than you.. Please?" She stopped her advance. Grinned. "Tell you what Ve-ron-ica. I'm going to spank you, that's for sure. But if you do what I tell you, then I'll take it easy on you - if you won't? - Well I guess I'll just have to really beat you up." She took another step towards me. "Well?" I backed away again. "What do you want me to do?" She looked towards Diane. "Do you have a hairbrush that would be good for spanking Veronica with?" Diane nodded. "It's on my dressing table in my bedroom." Angela continued. "And would you have a length of ribbon? About a couple of feet?" Diane thought for a second. "If I do? It's red I think - and it's in the second top right hand drawer of my dressing table." Angela returned her attention to me. "Now Veronica? Go to Diane's room. Bring back the brush and the ribbon. If you can't find the ribbon, don't worry about it, I'll use something else. Now off you go - like a good girl!" All the women grinned at my obvious cowardice - even mummy looked ashamed at how easily I'd capitulated, but I just looked down at my feet as I curtsied and went off to do Angela's bidding. I returned a few minutes later with both items, the ribbon having been where Diane had said it would be. Angela held her hands out to receive them and I gave them to her. "Very good, Veronica," she sniggered. "Now freshen up that lipstick of yours. Use this.." And she handed me a tube, and a compact, opened to display the mirror. And, within the circle of grinning females, I put on a fresh coat of lipstick. As I did so, I saw the flash of Dorothy's camera, and realized that I was being recorded for posterity. "Very good Veronica," Angela said. "Now come over here and kneel down." I walked towards her. "Kneel down?" "Yes! And hurry up!" I knelt down in front of her. She then turned so that she was facing away from me. "Lift my skirt and my petticoat up. Nice and high!" she commanded. Puzzled, I did so, baring her panty clad posterior, along with a view of her garter belt and attached stockings. "Know how French people kiss?" she asked from over her shoulder. "Eh?" I said. "On both cheeks - you know!" "Oh.. Yes," I mumbled, more confused than ever. "Then," she continued. "Nice and slow? Pull my panties down. Then kiss me - on both cheeks. Nice and firm, so that you leave a nice lipsticked imprint. Smile for the camera when Dorothy tells you." Only my mother averted her gaze as I followed instructions to the letter. Finally, it was over. After I pulled her panties back into place, Angela took a couple of steps away from me, letting her skirt fall back. I started to get up from the floor. "No Veronica! Just stay there for a second!" She rearranged her clothing then came back to me. Started pulling the full skirt of my dress upwards. I thought she was going to take my dress off, and lifted my arms. "No. Don't do that," she said, "just fold your arms across your breasts. Keep them there." With that, she pulled my skirts up over my head. She then gathered the hem in, and used the ribbon I'd brought her to tie the bunched material together so that my arms and head were now enclosed in a kind of tent formed by my skirt. The material was dark, but I could still see some light. I tried to move my arms, but was severely restricted. "Time for spanky wanky," she said, and hooking a finger into the waistband of my petticoat and panties, pulled me gently "upsy daisy!" She giggled. "Now where's that hair brush?" And, to all intents and purposes blind, I was led around the room for a few seconds by my conqueror. "The ancient R