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 Harwood 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, and now their guardian. Aunt Bridget and his two cousins

had been unable to attend the funeral. Lady Stewart had expressed

her sympathy stating a family illness and asked that the two

children join her as soon as possible at her estate in Scotland.

Aunt Bridget would be easy to handle, for neither he nor Alyce

had the slightest 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 not 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.

Up to a few years ago, Ashley had been very much under the thumb

of his sister. On number of times in their past years Ashley had

been reluctantly persuaded at his sisters instigation, 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 in 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 Alyce

was rather cruelly teasing him about his breasts. Whilst this was

a gross exaggeration, they were noticeable when naked. In contrast

to this female encroachment 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.

Following their parents death Ashley had decided it time to

assert himself and was quite determined to be the decision maker.

Some tension was already evident between them but Ashley was not

deterred. It was really just a matter of Alyce becoming used to

his new role.

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 before 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 for two years, had two children of

her own. Oddly enough, these were also twins, again a girl and

a boy 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 not that this

particularly concerned him. His last experience with Evan and Erin

had been most unpleasant. Evan had been in his rebellious stage,

and dressed as a skin head "wild" one. Ill mannered, badly behaved

and always in trouble with the law, 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.

There was another wait, Ashley by this time was quite annoyed and

wasted no time in telling Madame Hester so. She stood before him

red faced, trying not to show her humiliation. At last the

chauffeur returned. A small hiccup had occurred. There had been

an unfortunate mishap with their luggage, it had been mislaid.

Rather than facing more of Ashley's anger 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 gardens

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 looked. He knew she had been ten years

older than their mother, and must be in her late forties but today

she appeared no more than thirty-five. Her face was unlined and

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 them. 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 couldn't accept what he

was seeing, Their appearance was quite bizarre. Last year when

they had visited, Erin had been into recession wear. She'd worn

a long unkempt skirt, shapeless blouse and thick heavy boots.

Now it had completely changed, 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. Of

peach coloured silk crepe de chine, with a wide Quaker collar in

white silk. She wore white silk stockings and "Mary Jane" ankle

strapped shoes. In her long hair a peach coloured silk ribbon was

tied. She stood very erect and moved stiffly, beneath the dress

Erin was tightly corseted.

Next to her stood her twin brother Evan. Whilst Erin's clothing

had been unusual, Evan's was quite outlandish. 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 at least three inch high.

The change was not recent, gone was the shaven head. In 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 would have made a striking rather

than pretty girl. Unfortunately and quite deliberately, the effect

was not a pretty girl but an effeminate boy. In one manner it

had improved him; gone was the bullying manner and the superior

looks which Erin and Evan had adopted for anyone they considered

their social inferiors. But Ashley could only ponder the immense

effect on his psyche.

Tonight both cousins 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 on 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, unblinking as a spider, black, almost matching her

hair, piercing and cold. They looked at him now; examining him

as though he was an insect that had just caught in her web.

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 caught a look of fear in

his eyes. It was obvious that he, Ashley 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 the deepest umbrage. How dare she speak

about him like that to his Aunt. He had been brought up to

respect his elders and be polite. But that didn't include

servants, even the semi professionals like a Governess. 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, no more than

a hired help was interfering in family business.

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 certainly don't need the

services of Mlle D'Araignee."

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. They must be mortified at having to wear

those in company thought Ashley. One look at Evan's face was

enough to confirm this. He was flabbergasted, why on earth were

they accepting such humiliation so meekly.

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. The meal 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 be out of bed."

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 he 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, 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 girls'

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. Hurry up

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'm not sure

what is going on. Please fetch my own clothing immediately. You

are making me very angry."

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. Instead 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 she took both of 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

had not believed such pain existed. A white hot knife seemed to

run completely 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! When you are

asked to do something you must do it instantly. Do you

understand?" She asked.

Ashley nodded his head. He squealed again as the whip lashed

against his bare leg and another blinding flash of pain passed

through his body.

"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 managed to say "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 in turmoil and thoughts confused he made no

further protest as Megan began to dress him. About his waist went

a satin and lace garter belt. It was quite broad covering from the

top of his hips to just below his chest 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 gradually diminished Ashley grew more conscious of the

humiliation he had suffered 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 still chuckling

at his discomfort. Megan and Peggy continued the dressing, over

his head Megan drew a silk and lace camisole. Ashley reacted to

the soft caress of silk as it slithered down his body, sending

excitement coursing through him. 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 with 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, he did so gingerly, his

buttocks still tender. Megan 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

make up 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."

He felt a ribbon being fixed into his long blonde hair. In that

moment he wished he'd had it cut short as Aunt Elizabeth had

wanted.

There was one saving grace at least he was not asked to view

himself in the mirror, that would be just too awful. Ashley had

begun 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 his sister had

received similar treatment. Alyce was dressed in an identical

costume to his own and from the redness of her eyes she had

experienced Mlle D'Araignee's whip. 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 curtsey.

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. 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 would be Erin's punishment. What

is yours for the same offence? What must we do for you?"

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 two 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 a deathly hush 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 final 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

would soon 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 fly caught in her web. 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.

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

mortifying. 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 impossibl., 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 make up 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 to humble

him further. 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. He signalled with his eyes begging her

silence. Poor Alyce 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. He also discovered the silken underwear was having an

effect on his body. Each time he moved the slippery sensuous

fabrics slithered across his skin and he could hear a sibilant

hiss as the silk stockings slid up and down, interacting with his

silk bloomers. There was a pleasant tickle as the gossamer frills

of his pinafore tickled his smooth skin through the stockings.

It had proved impossible to ignore the sensation. 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 everything would once more be under control, or

at least his pinafore would 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, and adjusted his trousers. Before applying

some more lipstick and adjusting 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 make them stick

out so. What's he going to be like once he's put into tight

corset? Remember what it did to Lord 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 suits you and 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 visible

was what appeared to be a recent love bite on her neck. It was

just discernible 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 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 quite flustered, but he quickly mustered his

thoughts and set about explaining how he and Alyce wanted to

return to London to study and further their education. Aunt

Bridget, continued to smile and stroke his leg.

"That is no problem Ashley But I'll arrange to have you and

Alyce tutored here dear. It will be so much more convenient."

Said Aunt Bridget.

Ashley said. "Oh please Aunt Bridget it's no good really it's

no. I'm being treated like a child. Why 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 Aunt

that the servants dare lay as hand on me. I demand that you get

rid of her immediately."

There was a gleam of anger in Aunt Bridget's eyes, and a surge

of hope went through Ashley. Aunt Bridget certainly looked

annoyed. Well that would fix the Governess.

"Please Aunt Bridget I'm not a child any more and I want to

return to London immediately. I have business deal to

complete."

>From the frown on her face and her tone it was clear Aunt

Bridget was very annoyed with what she'd heard.

"Oh yes your business. Do you mean this?"

Aunt Bridget was holding the sheaf of papers he had brought

with him. The papers he wanted Aunt Bridget to sign for the

sale of the factory.

"Do you realise that this will put all our workers on the

street. No I see you don't."

Suddenly a quite confused Ashley realised Aunt Bridget was

angry with him. She seemed not to care about the treatment he'd

received.

"So I'm afraid you will be staying Ashley. It is time you

learned some old-fashioned values. My goodness, fancy calling

Madeleine -Mlle D'Araignee- a servant. That shows very little

respect for your elders, and Madeleine has proved a true

angel. 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, to let her have control of Evan

and Erin. Really the change in them has been quite

remarkable."

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. Then

they wanted to sell our factory, just like you want to

Ashley. 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. He

added hastily," and I won't the factory if say not too."

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 situation again. I've

already written to Mr Madwick to say you've withdrawn your

offer, so there's no need to rush back. 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 and as you know Mlle can

be very strict."

Chapter Seven.

Exercise and Punishment.

School was conducted in a sunny spacious classroom. It was well

equipped with modern desks and most of them sporting computer

terminals. 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 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 Alyce. 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 he 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 he found his cousin also

erect. Evan's body was completely hairless, with not even any

pubic hair, which made him appear even larger against the baby

smooth skin.

Evan wore 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 Ashley was sure his two hands would probably span

him. 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, 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 his 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 deceptive. Inside

they were lined loosely with a very soft and slithery satin.

The bottom part of the suit was quite extraordinary full and

billowy, like oversized bloomers. Every movement made the

inner satin material tease and caress his body. In played havoc

with his bottom, his member and his testes sac. He felt he was

being continually stroked by the softest of hands and by the

time the time the exercises were complete, ready to explode.

It obviously had 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. It was strange, the satin

was unlikely to have acted upon 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 undo the

fastenings of his nature flap. In the end his nervousness;

aggravated by Peggy slapping the whip against her leg. 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. Again 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 began

to run 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, Ashley's breath quickened and a warm flush

flow through his body. At each scream he felt a strange sense

of power and was disappointed 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. Before he could begin, the

decision was taken away from him.

"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.

This slenderness heightened by his plump buttocks and the

swelling chest; which by now 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. Two large rose coloured nipples were tautly

erect in the centre of them.

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 two egg shaped objects. Noticing his

curiosity she placed them in his hand. They were fashioned from

gold, the eggs warm and slippery from her body. They sat in

his hand and seemed to have a life of their own, quivering and

vibrating with the slightest movement.

She turned and helped Alyce remove hers, but this proved too

much for his sister. As they 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 satisfying 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,

I must report 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 began

happily soaping one another's bodies. Obviously enjoying

themselves, giggling and laughing. 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 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 again.

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 to keep clear of

Evan's eager clutches he 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 breathe in deeply before it would fit. He

rolled blue silk stockings up his legs, fastening them to the

suspender. Thankful he was not having to wear 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 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 still remained almost an

inch, Ashley, listening to the breathless gasps from Evan was

certain it was finished.

"Are the edges touching?" Evan asked in a strangled voice.

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 of it, you have to tell her

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 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. This was decorated with three lines

of the same blue ribbon. The same ribbon was on the long tight

four buttoned cuffs of the puffed sleeves. He slid his feet

into white glace kid mid heeled buttoned boots. Ankle length,

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. Nevertheless, 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 heads with silk ribbons braided through the hair

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 but 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. Once more

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.

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 curtsey. 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 for her.

"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 Evan's face as he said.

"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.

Erin showed less enthusiasm "Do I have to go Mademoiselle?

After accompanying you and Mama to Glasgow two days ago I feel

quite exhausted."

Mlle D'Araignee smiled indulgently. "Yes this time you must

Erin, to accompany your cousins."

Erin gave a little pout, which brought a slight frown

Governesses face, but no further recrimination.

It dawned on Ashley that his cousins were not treated equally.

Poor Evan appeared to suffer greater punishment and be treated

more harshly than his sister. Would it be the same with he and

Alyce?

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 be 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

may enter it, but only good boys emerge from 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. I promise I really will"

Whatever the quiet room was, it had 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.

He could sense the concessions he'd made were only the

beginning of what would be demanded. Mlle D'Araignee had an

apparently insatiable appetite for power and domination and her

methods were obviously successful. He steeled himself for what

lay ahead somehow he had to escape this tyranny forced upon

him.

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 make up 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 there. 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 were 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 Lady 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 then taken only a few days in the quiet 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 built 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 cousins from London. May

I present the Earl of Harwood, 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 lassie, was the same Lord Ashley who owned

the Harwood Trust. The one 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. We'd love to have those two little

masters for an hour or two we'd show them some right

entertainment, we would!"

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 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 to 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 in

public.

"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 breathe." His pleas drew no sympathy

from his audience.

Mlle D'Araignee, spoke sharply."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 d 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 to breathe had left him.

"Please get him dressed Miss Barter, the boy looks positively

indecent" said Mlle D'Araignee.

During the agony of becoming corseted 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 unblushingly 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 sewn to form a tube at the inside front of the

bloomers.

Once it was positively seated, Mrs Bracewell finally positioned

the bloomers and made adjustment to 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 he found two ribbons were now attached to

the side of his corset, and these pulling the tube backwards

and forward 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 a permanently 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 satin 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,

puffed and finished with six inch frills of Honiton 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 until

just below his hip. The second was also straight, but longer to

finish at mid thigh. Each layer cascaded down his body, like

a waterfall suddenly frozen in time. About the edges of the

glistening white silk, the edges were appliqued with a pink

Rosepoint lace similar to that edging the collar.

The dress was a model of ambiguity, both lewd and demure.

Beautifully cut, the bodice was demure and modest. The skirt

was not.. A straight under skirt reached only half way down his

thighs and was buoyed at the sides and rear by the taffeta and

lace petticoats. His shocking pink satin bloomers and the long

frills black lace were exposed by the short skirt. An apron

like overskirt, directed all the attention to the very area he

was trying to conceal.

The edge of the overskirt with its trimming of light pink

"Rosepoint" lace had as a focal point a darker rose centred

directly above his now straining member. Immediately the eye

was drawn to Ashley's 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 preferable 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. 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 almost 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.

Alyce emerged from the dressing room, wearing a similar dress

to his own. The same material, colour and ornamentation. 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 perverted and

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 once

again was having difficulty in coping.

Behind her Erin appeared to be in contemporary costume. However

this proved illusionary. Unlike her English 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. First he thought it 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 lace. 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. Evan was balanced on his toes, but even so 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? Why only

yesterday you were only yoo happy to give away their heritage."

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. If you're thinking of escaping one night. Just

remember that our lads and lassies were very annoyed with your

plan to sell. If they catch up to you, well there's no saying

what they may do."

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, you little darling."

His mate said.

"Come off it Fred, that's Lord Harwood, 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, 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, it's 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 aroused 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, hoping for some smiling

encouragement from her. Gone was the admiration he had come to

expect, instead 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. Look at the way he reacts to this

treatment. Why he should be ashamed of wearing a tight corset

and those bloomers. Instead he seems to glory in it. Why when I

think of all the hateful remarks he has made in the past about

some of my gay friends. I realise now he's such a hypocrite."

For once the Governess looked surprised. The venom in

interchange had been unexpected. Her lips curled in triumph,

as she took Alyce's hand in hers.

"All males are my dear, bullies and hypocrites. We've been

quite successful with Evan haven't we Erin? And with your help

my dear it won't take long to tame Ashley."

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. Fearfully alone, who would help him now? He was on his

own, in a utterly strange environment.

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,

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 worried about the amount of self abuse the children

had been getting up to over the last weeks. There had been

signs of this activity on the sheets and in their underclothes.

Despite the warnings and the consequences if they were caught.

Mlle D'Araignee had discussed the problem with Mrs Bracewell

and the plant's Electronic expert Doctor Macintyre sometime

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 was

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

quite 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 fit. 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.

"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. It allows us girls to have all

sorts of fun that previously needed a male for. 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. She turned to Mlle

D'Araignee. "Madeleine, I must say it looks very interesting.

Is there only the one?"

Mlle D'Araignee shook her head. "No Bridget dearest, she made

up a second."

Aunt Bridget smiled happily, and kissed Mlle D'Araignee lightly

on the lips before she turned to the boy, 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 my 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 and had Ashley

had to stand before her while his bloomers were removed. Aunt

Bridget then examined his pubic area in a most "un-Aunt like

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. It is your last chance before we fit the

rings."

Ashley, very self conscious with every eye upon 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.

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. The thought being 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 little 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. She wanted to further

humiliate him.

"You'll have to speak up Ashley. We didn't hear what your

reply." Said Mlle D'Araignee.

He was forced to rreply."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 dress. I just wish to

cover up my bloomers and stop showing my willy. Oh please

Mademoiselle, I beg you.Don't make me walk around looking 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 make up 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

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 consequences

together with his sister and cousins.

Mlle D'Araignee obviously had her own hidden agenda. It was

obvious that the "glass ceiling" had no application in this

household. The girls were encouraged to be assertive and

practice reverse discrimination on the two boys.

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

terrified of Mlle D'Araignee power to be trusted. If Erin knew

she would immediately inform either Aunt Bridget or Mlle

D'Araignee. Alyce's remarks this afternoon, meant she was no

longer an unknown quantity, but firmly within the enemy camp.

She appeared to be smitten with french Governess and quite

antagonistic towards Ashley. He could expect no help from her.

"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, Noddy and Mr Plod, 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 D'Araignee'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, in time you'll

find them quite 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 its 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, getting all tensioned the

moment the laces are tightened. Lady Alyce was correct, you're

going to be much easier to train. 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 both 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. An

incautious movement extended it further until it reached the

limit at 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 now tightened 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. Standing firm as if to thwart Mademoiselle's 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 whether 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 pyjamas. 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 too 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 their 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. Although he couldn't be certain there

appeared to be more beneath the satin pants than just

Mademoiselle's own flesh.

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 except 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 obviously did not enjoy the

torment. Her often cruel jibes, brought a flush of humiliation

to his face, often followed by tears. He seemed too frightened

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 might be subject to the same strict discipline of

dress and tight corseting; but were treated as grown up. The

hierarchy of the Manor resembled a Public School. The boys

were treated as juniors, the girls as the seniors and Mlle

D'Araignee was the Head Prefect. With Aunt Bridget as the Head

Mistress.

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. Reading 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 had not taken long to emulate her cousin. She saw how

Erin bullied Evan, and 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 as her due 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 tomorrow Ashley and Evan will be like

that. What do you think girls?"

"Very unlikely Mademoiselle." They both chorused.

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, there was

no point in arguing further.

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 make up. 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. Throughout his

life he had to live with his girlish looks, he had been teased

by both male and female becoming 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 about 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 them, Evan

whispered in his ear.

"Please hold me Ashley, I'm so lonely."

Ashley felt another pang of conscience. This was overcome by

the pleasure he was receiving from Evan's persistent fingers

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

thoughts 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 to were covered

with lipstick. 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 downwards and as they enveloped his member a delicious

sensation over took him. He tried to remain still, it was

impossible instead he tried to get deeper and deeper into the

silken tunnel slowly engulfing 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 him, until at last he was poised above Ashley's hips.

Then 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 came as 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 charge. Controlling his body as carefully as a

ballet dancer, he teased and cajoled Ashley, forcing him to

surrender his emotions. Control and willpower firmly out the

window, Ashley used his hands and fingers to pleasure his

cousin, pulling and squeezing his member through the film of

satin. Ashley wanted this to go on forever.

He felt Evan begin to climax. The member was beginning to pulse

and the muscles within Evan's rosette were pumping and

squeezing his own appendage. It was so tight.. He filled with

the most wonderous pain. Evan began to jet into the satin as

the welling of white hot lava began within himself.

His cry of triumph seemed to fill the room as the boiling

fluid exploded from him. It went on and on as his ears were

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. Only two days ago, he had been Lord

Ashley, with the power to make deals on the Stock Exchange. Why

only hours before boarding the train he'd met with his Lawyer

and had decided the fate of "The House of Stewart and EVEWEAR.

He was still called Lord Ashley, but here under the control of

the French Governess his title and wealth meant nothing. Now he

was enveloped in silks and satins, perfumed and powdered and he

had less power than Megan his maid. No more than a pet poodle

under the control of a beautiful and cruel woman. All it had

taken was three strokes of Mademoiselle D'Araignee's whip. The

rest had come from implied threats and his own fears. 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