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"Now ladies," began my governess, "I wanted to go over some of the ground
rules for the picnic today. I have been working very diligently to teach
Melissa how to behave like a proper young lady and I want to ensure that
your plans reinforce my training."
"Of course Sarah," replied Lucy.
"Absolutely," agreed Sue.
I was surprised when Lucy used Ms. Smith's first name. My governess was
always so formal, with everyone, and I began to wonder just how well
acquainted she was with our frilly guests.
"Good," my Governess replied. "First, she is very shy, as you no doubt
have noticed, and this will be her first time out without me by her side.
Unfortunately, she is very self conscious about her looks and was very
unhappy when I discussed today's plan with her."
"Really? I can't believe that, He....," began Lucy.
"SHE, my dear," interrupted Ms. Smith.
"I'm sorry.....she is absolutely adorable. Why on earth would she feel
that way?" Lucy looked at me with a warm smile. She seemed genuinely
concerned......
"Yes, well self confidence is one of the issues we are working on, which
is why you are both here today. This leads me to the next issue. Due to
her .... limited.... upbringing Melissa is still learning how to be
presentable as a lady. Although she has made reasonable progress the
last three months (fortunately due to her keen interest in Lolita
fashion) she still requires guidance and reinforcement."
"She has done an absolutely wonderful job today. Her outfit is so
pretty," interjected Sue.
"Yes, but she needed quite a bit of help with her hair and makeup. She
also does not check herself regularly enough so please keep an eye on her
and help her when she needs some touch up."
"Oh goody! A life size barbie doll to play with!" squealed Lucy. They
all chuckled at the comment while I turned beat red and tried to shrink
into my chair.
"Finally, as both of you know, I insist on good manners and a lady like
demeanor at all times. Melissa can forget herself sometimes and needs
periodic reinforcement. Although I know you both come from fine homes, I
also know that society today is far more ill mannered then I am
comfortable with......"
"Pardon me, Ms. Smith. We understand completely what your expectations
are. Lucy and I discussed it in detail and you needn't worry about us
ensuring Melissa deportment this afternoon," interjected Sue.
"Excellent!" With that my governess stood up. "Why don't you two fetch
what you need from your car. Melissa and I will be out presently with
the picnic basket and I will drive the three of you to the gardens in my
car."
We all followed her lead, and as my afternoon companions swept passed me
on the way to the door, Lucy pulled at my upper arm and bent my ear to
her lips, her floral scent creating an electric tingle in my head. "Don't
worry Melissa, we are going to have a great time today and Susie and I
will take good care of you!" She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and
then hurried out the door with Sue. I felt like a schoolgirl who had
just been kissed by a boy she had a crush on. I could not believe that
these two young and beautiful Lolita's wanted to spend the afternoon with
me. A large part of me could not accept that and I was sure that there
was some hideous humiliation to come this afternoon in order to further
my "training". I had endured many such "teaching moments" as my
governess liked to call them and each time left me in even greater dread
for the next one.
"Melissa, go and pack the picnic basket and meet me at the car. I will
be out presently," directed Ms. Smith.
"Yes, Miss," I replied. I went into the kitchen and began to pack the
basket as instructed. I always hated this chore. My governess knew how
much being in public made me uncomfortable, and she always ensured that
there were little rituals around each of those public excursions which
seemed to have the only purpose of prolonging the agony. Preparing the
picnic basket was one of those rituals. It was a stereotypical picnic
basket, with a blue gingham liner and large bow on the handle. It came
along with a matching quilt that my governess had me sew. Rather than
the normal lunch fare I was usually directed to make, as this was a
lolita outing, I had prepared three bento boxes. Each one was made of
bamboo and had been meticulously packed with Japanese delicacies that I
had learned to prepare. For bento, presentation is as important as the
taste of the food and I spent hours learning to cut, fold, tie, and
arrange each meal. My hands shook as I finished packing the last of the
items in the basket. The last time I had been dragged out with this
basket I had to walk around the park, the basket in the crook of my left
arm, and my governess tightly holding my right hand leading me around and
around in full view of all of the other park goers. That was before we
then sat down in full view for our picnic lunch!
Dutifully I picked up the basket and quilt and headed out to the car.
All three ladies were waiting for me, and not for the last time, I
marvelled at the beauty of my two lunch companions. They stood together
on the passenger side of the car, both shielded from the sun by their
lace parasols chatting away with my governess. They both moved with such
ease and grace it made me feel clumsy and oafish in comparison. They
smiled at my approach and after I had placed the basket and quilt in the
trunk, motioned for me to join them in the back seat. In a flurry of
skirts we climbed into the back of the car, Lucy and Sue making sure to
seat me in the middle. I struggled to find the latch for my seat belt,
the layers of frills seemed to fill the entire rear of the car. Sue,
leaned over and, taking the latch from me, sorted her way through the
mass of skirts and clicked it home. With a smile, she took my hand into
hers, and with that my governess started the engine and drove off.
As the car turned out of the driveway sue gave my hand a squeeze, turned
to me and said, "I can't wait to get to the Gardens, how about you?"
"The Gardens! I thought we were going to the park?" I began to panic.
Now my governess's "teaching moment" was becoming clear. The Gardens is
a giant botanical garden filled with all manner of plants, flowers,
arboretums, etc. They are famous for their cherry blossom trees which
line the main, winding thorofare. As it was spring, the cherry blossoms
would just be in bloom (along with many other plants) and on a sunday
like this it would be packed.
"Who wants to go to a boring old municipal park when we can go to the
Gardens for Cherry Fest!" said lucy with a wry grin.
"What's Cherry Fest?" I asked as the tightness in my stomach seemed to
grow.
"You haven't heard? Posters for it have been up all over town," said
Lucy.
"Remember girls, Melissa has been a bit of a recluse lately," offered my
governess from the drivers seat.
"Well, it's new this year. There are going to be bands at the
amphitheater, games by the rose gardens....," started Sue.
"As a matter of fact we have a game of croquet reserved for 3:00!" said
Lucy with obvious excitement.
"But I don't know how to play croquet....." I began to protest.
"Neither do we, but our friend Jonathan is doing a demo at three and we
are his models it's going to be a lot of fun!" interjected Sue. This was
so much worse than I thought. All the previous times my governess had
dragged me out, although we may have been in places where there were
other people, we were never the center of attention. I was really
panicked now and looked at my governess's face in the rear view mirror in
the hope that she would see how unhappy I was a relent on the days plans.
Unfortunately her eyes were on the road, and paid little mind to the
conversation in the back of the car.
"Loosen up, Missy!" said Lucy, putting her hand on my free hand which, at
her touch, I noticed was clenched and knuckle white. Sue pulled my other
hand closer, and added.
"We promise, today is going to be FUN!"
As the car pulled into one of the parking lots at the entrance of the
Gardens it was clear the place was packed! My governess pulled up to the
entrance and idled the car at the curb.
"OK ladies, here we are. I will be back around 11:00pm to pick you up
after the fireworks. Lucy, you have my cell phone number if you need
anything. Ladies, be a dear and retrieve the parasols and picnic basket
from the trunk, I need to speak with Melissa for a few moments. OK,
everyone out!" Getting three people with large petticoated skirts out of
a car is quite a production and of course, being at the entrance to the
Gardens, made us quite the spectacle for everyone walking buy. As my
companions made their way to the back of the car, my governess came up to
me with my bonnet and purse in hand. I dutifully bent down for her to
place the large bonnet upon my head, my eyes constantly darting around at
the crowd of people going by.
"Now be a good girl Melissa and be a gracious companion to your dates,"
began Ms. Smith. She tightened the large pink ribbon of my bonnet under
my chin and tied it off in a large, neat bow. "I have put your weekly
allowance in your purse and I expect you, as the host of this event, to
cover all of your guests needs."
"Yes Miss," I said with obvious misery in my voice. I did not mind so
much that this event was coming out of my weekly allowance, but I was
getting light headed from the stress of all of the passers by staring at
me. When I first approached Miss Smith six months ago I never dreamed
she would put me in such a mortifying situation.
"I want to see a smile young lady!" said my governess. I forced one,
something I had become very good at over the last few months with her.
"Thats a good girl! Lucy, can you come here please?" Lucy and Susan
approached. My governess reached into her purse and produced something I
had grown to loathe these many months with her. It was such a seemingly
innocuous thing. It looked like a sterling silver calling card holder
and it was decorated with beautiful filigree. It had a small flower
etched into the front of the case, a daisy to be precise, with an
embossed center to the flower. So innocent and lovely, until my
governess decided to press on the center of that flower.......
"Although I doubt Melissa will need it, here is her motivation," As she
handed it to lucy she looked directly at me. "Just a little tap on the
flower will make her very compliant. But, as I said, it should not be
necessary."
"Oh not at all Sarah! We are all going to get along quite well today?,"
replied Lucy as she slowly placed the silver remote into her small,
frilly clutch.
"Before you go can you take some pictures of us together?" Asked Sue,
producing a small camera.
"What an excellent idea!," replied my governess. For the next 10 minutes
we posed and preened before camera lens. From time to time I was aware
that passers by would stop and watch but, truth be told all of the
attention and positive comments about my looks, or my outfit, or my pose
from my beautiful companions had me completely distracted. Did they
really think I was cute? My heart was fluttering at the thought, and not
for the last time I felt like I had a high school crush. Soon however,
it was time for my governess to go. She handed me the picnic basket,
blanket, and purse which I placed on my left arm. Susan slipped her arm
around my right arm and flanked by my two companions whose parasols
provided use all shade, we made our way down the main path of the
Gardens.
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