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A Very Victorian Education
By
CarrieP
Chapter 17
A
woman of substance, wealth and taste - like most of her fellow matrons of
London society- Lady Charlotte de Winter was a perfectionist from her
immaculately coiffed hair to her highly
polished ankle boots. She believed that ladies of a certain social rank had a
duty to project their status and authority through their sartorial elegance if
they wished to control their destinies but more importantly the male sex that
sought to control them The Bard said “Clothes maketh the man.” Lady Charlotte
believed he should have added “and empower a woman.” She considered this to be
of the utmost importance if females of a certain social standing were to mould
the male sex to their obviously superior feminine will. She was of the view
that although women may not yet have the vote they nevertheless had power if
only they knew how to use it. This she believed was due in no small part to
their attire. Despite their idiotic posturing and superficial superiority males
could quite easily be unbalanced, influenced and eventually subdued by the
fluttering of eyelashes and the swish of petticoats.
To
this end she had often invited a lone male to afternoon tea with some of her
friends to show just easily this so called dominant gender could be humbled and
stripped of their male arrogance. Her victims often included army officers,
barristers, bankers, powerful politicians including the odd cabinet minister,
all proud, conceited, haughty males who were soon reduced to docile and pliable
wrecks after an hour alone in the company of the weaker sex. She and her
friends took great pleasure from seeing these bastions of the establishment
squirm when seated on a couch between two ladies dressed in silk, satin,
taffeta or any similar soft feminine material. The ladies usually sat so close
that they could easily arrange their skirts to cover the poor male’s legs
giving the impression that he too was wearing a satin or silk skirt. Of course
he would be unable to remove the offending material as he would be holding one
of Lady Charlotte’s finest bone china teacups. Observing them sitting passively
corralled by two overbearing ladies fussing over them, their legs draped in
satin and unable to escape was sheer delight to Lady Charlotte and her friends.
Naturally the topics of conversation would be exclusively of a feminine nature,
the latest Paris fashions, the perennial problem of training a suitable lady’s
maid or- and this was one of Lady Charlotte’s favourites, and one that
guaranteed maximum discomfort- corsetry and lingerie. Without exception every
one of them blushed beetroot red and writhed with embarrassment on their seat
at the mention of such matters. The ladies could barely contain their amusement.
Lady
Charlotte referred to this phenomenon as the power of the petticoat. Pinned
between satin clad and tightly corseted matrons these influential and powerful
males were reduced to fearful and anxious schoolboys cowed by what they
considered the weaker sex. It was exhilarating to have such power over a male.
Unfortunately these little soirées were only occasional events – no male ever wanted to repeat
the experience- and would only accept another invitation in the company of
other males. The poor dears were too afraid to enter such an exclusively
feminine environment alone- and who could blame them. Lady Charlotte often wondered
why such close proximity to a silk, satin or taffeta attired lady created such
alarm in males and why did it make them so docile?
Like
all the ladies of her class she was aware that boys until the age of four or
perhaps five were kept in dresses by their Nannies. Everyone benefited, the
mothers had quiet obedient children, the Nanny could easily control an unruly
boy in a dress- no tree climbing or playing in muddy fields for him and the boy
himself learned how to behave in the company of women. Unfortunately this
excellent practice had to come to an end eventually. much to the dismay of
countless mothers. Many of Lady Charlotte’s friends often joked, although Lady
Charlotte suspected in reality it was a wish, that this wonderful method could
continue into adolescence perhaps even adulthood and discussed if such
confinement in female clothing would make a significant difference to their
sons behaviour. Lady Charlotte wanted to believe this could be the case but in
her heart she doubted if a woman would ever have the good fortune to explore
such a possibility.
Aubrey
St. Clair, the feckless and arrogant son of her good friend Maude stepped
through the door of her Belgravia home and presented her with just such an
opportunity to answer this intriguing question. Naturally she grasped it with
both hands. Now several months later in one of London’s most exclusive
corsetieres as she sat on a pale pink silk damask upholstered Louis XVI couch
she observed this young man with barely suppressed pride. He was no longer
dressed in male clothes but in a tight fitting heavy velvet dress with wide
pleats in the deepest shade of navy. He looked every inch a young lady as the
proprietor Madame Monique began unfastening the Mother of Peal buttons at the
nape of his neck.
The
young man stood motionless in front of her, his face managing to convey a look
of shame, humiliation and alarm all at once, his eyes pleading with her for help
as Madame Monique, quickly and expertly worker her way down the dress. Once she
had finished this task she eased the gown down over his outer silk petticoat,
one of three he wore.
“Now
my dear you may step out of your dress. and I will remove your corset.” Madame
Monique instructed as if she was speaking to a ten year old, Aubrey
instinctively lifted his petticoats and stepped out of the crumpled dress
around his ankles as an assistant carried it away.
The
corsetiere quickly and expertly set about her task, easily untangling the
double knot and loosening the stays inch by inch and as she did so Aubrey felt his
torso slowly being released from its confinement.
Madame
Monique handed the corset to her assistant who placed it with his dress as she joined
Lady Charlotte on the couch. Aubrey meekly shuffled over to Roberta who he had
undressed earlier and stood close to her as if for protection.
“This
is so very demeaning.” Roberta whispered to him as they huddled together “I
doubt if men have to go through such an embarrassing process.”
Aubrey,
knowing the answer only too well nodded in agreement.
“But
at least I have you for company.” she murmured as her hand, out of sight from
the ladies on the couch, gently caressed his silk clad derriere.
“Girls!”
Lady Charlotte called from the couch “Your petticoats need to be removed,
Madame’s assistant will help you.”
“We
will do it ourselves.” Roberta replied forcefully as she turned her back to
Aubrey prompting him to remove hers “Isn’t that right Aubrey?”
“Yes
Roberta.” he answered meekly and began untying the laces at the top of her
first petticoat and slipped it over her hips and onto the ground.
“Now
my turn.” Roberta said after Aubrey had finished removing her other two.
Aubrey
turned his back to her and faced the two ladies sitting on the couch opposite,
both with smiles on their faces.
“It
always brings girls closer together.” Madame Monique said as she watched
Roberta fumble with Aubrey’s petticoats.
“If
I really must be humiliated in this way I am glad you are here to share it with
me.” Roberta said softly into his ear as she once more let her hand wander over
his plump girlish buttocks and squeezed them gently before adding “It is the
only good thing about this ghastly experience, that and the way you smell of
course.”
Aubrey
could feel her warm breath on is neck as her hands discreetly continued to
squeeze and to his horror he felt a stirring in his groin and the blood flowing
to his member.
No…no… not
now he
screamed inside his head, realising the consequence of a growing erection.
“Now
girls.” Madame Monique’s voice called out as Roberta removed his last
petticoat, the fright managed to quell the rising danger and he discretely
glanced downwards to see if there was a telling protuberance. “Lady Charlotte
suggests I begin with you my dear.”
As
she approached Aubrey with the tape measure he felt his legs weaken and the
blood drain from his face. This woman was going to touch the breast forms that
he was forced to wear, she could not possibly fail to notice that they were not
real. His eyes pleaded with Lady Charlotte to come to his rescue and she merely
smiled as she nodded her acknowledgement.
“Don’t
worry young lady, you will not have to remove your chemise.” she said
reassuringly as she placed the tape measure around his back and drew it across
his bosom, her eyes met his and she added with a smile that Aubrey found very
disturbing “Lady Charlotte told me what a… special girl you are and also how
brave you are.”
She cupped his left breast as she held the
tape and even though he could not feel the sensation of her hands he gasped. She
looked him in the eye once more as she moved the tape to his waist all the time
calling out figures and instructions to her assistant.
“Twenty
four inches!”she exclaimed “I rarely see
a girl with such a slim waist.”
She
then measured his hips and called out the figure to her assistant who repeated
it with a quizzical look.
“Yes
the measurement is correct Marie.” Madame Monique reassured her.
“Such
slender hips Madame yet the buttocks are quite rounded and plump.” Marie, the
assistant said gazing at Aubrey in a manner that only served to increase his
anxiety.
“Yes indeed, Marie. Just to be sure I will
take them again.” Madame Monique replied quietly and he noticed a slight tremor
in her voice.
Her
hands drew the tape around his hips once more pulling him slightly forward as
she took the measurement at his pubic area.
“Ah…yes…
emm… twenty nine inches is the correct
hip measurement.“ she confirmed in a low voice but the ape and her hands
remained just above his pubic region.
This
entire episode was greatly disconcerting for him, he could feel his heart
beating like a military tattoo as a droplet of sweat formed on his forehead. He let out a barely audible whimper as her
hands lingered and he felt her fingers brush lightly against his groin. Such
proximity to a female hand was sure to unmask him for what he had become – a weak,
submissive feminised male. The immediacy of his exposure as such a pathetic
creature had so alarmed him that his member shrivelled quite considerably, in
fact to such an extent even he was now uncertain of its very existence.
“Such
a slight, svelte figure Madam.” Marie resumed her commentary on his frame in an
admiring voice as she discreetly let her hand slide over his right buttock. “Almost
boyish.”
He
suffered in silence as he felt her hand gently squeeze his plump right cheek.
“Yes…yes…
Marie.” Madame Monique agreed, the tremor in her voice more pronounced now. She
removed the tape and she stood back, a perplexed look on her face as her eyes
scrutinised him.
“Yes
boyish indeed.” she said finally.
Aubrey’s
heart was still racing and looking at the corsetiere was unsure if she had
uncovered his horrible secret.
“Yet…”she
continued as she turned her attention to Lady Charlotte “… exquisitely
feminine.”
“Yes
she is quite precious.” Lady Charlotte said as she moved closer to Aubrey and
stroked his cheek gently “Such a delightful creature.”
Aubrey
dropped his eyes to the floor in shame as Marie quickly withdrew her hand and
whispered in Madame Monique’s ear.
“As
your ladyship knows a corset will take at least a week.” Madame Monique said
“However Marie has reminded me that we have a corset with almost the exact
measurements in stock.”
“Almost
the exact measurements?” Lady Charlotte repeated unable to hide her amazement.
“Yes
m’lady.” Marie said “A most unusual request from a German Countess who visited
us last month.”
“A
girl with the same figure as Aubrey!” Roberta interjected confidently,
regaining her self-confidence.
“Not
exactly.” Madame Monique answered.
“What
do you mean ‘not exactly.’?” Lady Charlotte asked.
“The corset was for her son.” the corsetiere
answered.
“Her
son!” Lady Charlotte and Roberta exclaimed in unison.
Aubrey
let out another low whimper but no one appeared to hear it.
“Yes
your ladyship, a young man about the same age as Miss Aubrey here.” Madame
Monique said smiling at him “She wanted several corsets made for the young man
and this was the first of them.”
Lady
Charlotte squeezed Aubrey’s hand, conveying her excitement.
“It appears his behaviour had deteriorated quite
badly in the last several months.” Madame Monique continued “he was becoming
increasingly belligerent and extremely rude to any female, be they a
maidservant or a Duchess. The Countess’s cousin, a titled English lady, happens
to be on the Board of Governors at an exclusive finishing school for girls.
This particular establishment is sympathetic to the plight of ladies like the
Countess and has a most unusual policy. For ladies who are having difficulty
with their sons the school will take one perhaps two boys each year and ensure
they are cleansed of undesirable male qualities. As they will be in an
exclusively feminine environment the boy or boys will be under female control
for all their waking hours. Being subject to female authority figures for a
prolonged period will certainly help to modify their behaviour. Of course as
they will now be considered pupils the boys will have to conform to school
rules and dress code.”
“You
mean…” Lady Charlotte interrupted.
“Yes,
they will have to wear the school uniform- just like all the other girls.”
Madame Monique replied with a broad grin on her face “And obviously the
appropriate feminine underwear including the corsets which we are making.”
Lady
Charlotte squeezed Aubrey hand in excitement as Madame Monique continued with
glee,
“The
Countess’s son will be taught how to behave in an appropriately deferential
manner to members of the opposite sex. She has told me that it is a very strict
regime, and the beauty of this solution is that he will be constantly in female
company, if not his teachers then his fellow pupils. The school guarantees a one
hundred per cent success rate in modifying the behaviour of any male that is sent
there.”
“What
a splendid idea.” Lady Charlotte said “And the boy was agreeable?”
Madame
Monique laughed loudly.
“Ah
there’s the rub.” Madame Monique answered with a smile on her face “The
Countess has not informed him of her plans, she told him his visit here was
designed to teach him a lesson and his corset would serve as a reminder of what
he could expect should his behaviour not improve. However to secure his
attendance and to ensure he did not try to resist or escape he was escorted
here between his Governess and his Nanny, two large and quite formidable ladies.
The dear boy will only discover his fate when he arrives at the gates of the
school and by then it will be too late.”
“So he
doesn’t know!” Roberta laughed “What a wonderful plan, such a weak and
spineless excuse for a male. At his age and still under his Nanny’s and
Governess’s control, he deserves to be treated like a girl.”
All
the women sniggered, nodding in agreement with Roberta’s assessment. Aubrey
remained silent. He considered his own situation to be dreadful but to spend a
year or two imprisoned as the only male in a girls school would be torture of
an extremely cruel kind. Marie interrupted his thoughts to continue the account
of the unfortunate youth,
“Once
he was told to remove his clothes he knew something was wrong and pleaded with
them to allow him to leave.” she added with a smirk “His Governess and Nanny
merely glared at him and he began sobbing like a little girl. After that he was
as helpless as a baby and the women soon had him out of his clothes.”
This
was the cue for more laughter from the women and only when their hilarity
subsided did Madame Monique pick up the story,
“He began blubbering like a little girl when
his mother told him his Nanny would spank him if he did not co-operate.” she chortled “His pathetic protests attracted
the attention of my other patrons and naturally these ladies took a great
interest in the young man which of course mortified him beyond description, he
abandoned his protest and became as docile as a lamb. It was extremely entertaining.”
“Yes
it certainly does sound delightful. We would have loved to witness such a
spectacle.” Lady Charlotte beamed and looked at Aubrey “don’t you think so
Aubrey?”
Aubrey,
still recovering from his encounter with Madam Monique and having heard the
dreadful tale of the Countess’s son had to restrain himself from trembling and
only capable of nodding his head in the agreement that was expected of him. He
had no idea who this unfortunate young man was but he knew exactly what horrors
he would have to endure and considered the fate of this unknown young man, a victim
of his own mother’s cruelty to be worse than his own. This unfortunate’s
humiliation had been public- and here in this sanctum of femininity, the worst
place imaginable.
“Yes
Aubrey, I thought the poor boy’s impending confinement in corsetry would amuse
you.” Lady Charlotte smiled knowingly at Aubrey’s refusal to join in the gaiety
at a fellow male’s expense.
“Well
it certainly amuses me.” Roberta snorted “I would have loved to witness such a
display of authority by females over the so-called stronger sex.”
All
the women nodded their heads eagerly as Madame Monique’s assistant appeared.
“This
is the first of the corsets we have made for the Countess’s son, your
ladyship.” Marie said holding up a pink satin corset.
“Perhaps
Miss Aubrey would like to try it on.” Madam Monique proposed to Lady Charlotte as
Aubrey winced in horror “after all it is exactly her size.”
“It is quite beautiful.” Lady Charlotte said
inspecting the garment and nodded to Marie, before Aubrey even realised it she
had the corset around his torso.”
“Would
you like to lace it Roberta?” Lady Charlotte suggested. “The ability to lace a
corset will be beneficial to you in the days to come.
The
sight of a helpless and vulnerable Aubrey was too much for Roberta, she did not
need a second invitation and eagerly accepted the invitation, with Marie’s help
she began lacing Aubrey into the construction as Lady Charlotte and Madam
Monique looked on. Aubrey, resigned to his shameful fate accepted each of
Roberta’s tug of the laces with as much fortitude and dignity as he could
gather while Marie fussed about him adjusting the cups to accommodate his
bosom. He could see Roberta’s smiling face in the mirror as she gleefully
pulled on his laces and remembered how he felt when he performed the same task
on her.
As
if reading his thoughts Roberta’s smile turned to a smirk.
“Now
I know why you enjoyed lacing me.” she whispered into his ear as she drew the
laces tighter, enjoying the sensation of power over him.
“Just
as I told you Lady Charlotte.” Madam Monique trilled, gesturing to Aubrey’s
figure and as Roberta finished her task she
took a step back and the four women gazed at Aubrey now encased in the corset
made for the Countess’s son.
“Almost a perfect fit.” Marie gushed clapping
her hands.
“But
the bosom?” Lady Charlotte enquired.
“Yes
I thought that was most unusual, the Countess’s son was … ahem… shall we say unusually
overdeveloped for a male in this area.” Madam Monique replied and looking at
Aubrey she continued in a low voice “I believe the Countess may have administered
a certain …”
Aubrey
failed to hear the rest of the conversation as Roberta began speaking to him
“And
this was made for a boy?” Roberta exclaimed loudly drowning out Madam Monique’s
explanation. “It fits you like a glove.”
Aubrey
shifted uncomfortably at her unwelcome attention as her hands fell to his hips.
“I
would love to have such a boyish figure.” she said softly “It would make it so
much easier when it comes to wearing male clothes. Those trousers you wore earlier
today fitted you so well, no child bearing female hips to betray you.”
Lady Charlotte and Madam Monique joined
Roberta at Aubrey’s side to examine the detail on the corset.
“What
a strange coincidence this is.” Madame Monique said casually as she deftly adjusted
one of the dangling suspenders “Apart from Miss Aubrey having a plumper,
womanly derriere she has almost the exact measurements of the Countess’s son.
Quite extraordinary, I don’t think I’ve seen a girl to have such a… and please
forgive me Lady Charlotte … male, well… I suppose… boyish figure before.”
Her
expert eyes surveyed Aubrey, a look of approval spread across her face as she
tugged the corset gently at his hip.
“Of
course,” she immediately added and smiled at Aubrey “that is where the
similarity ends. Despite such a slender frame it would be hard to doubt Miss
Aubrey’s femininity, she has a natural feminine, poise, composure and dignity.”
“And
the Countess’s son was not as… “ Lady Charlotte said trying to be as diplomatic
as she could “…attractive in a feminine sense.”
“Well,
let us just say, “Madame Monique sighed “Although handsome in his own way his
masculine features are too pronounced, a strong jaw, masculine nose, thick neck
and so on it would make it almost impossible for him to be taken for female. If the
Countess decided to display him in public in a dress he would be detected in
seconds. This is why she is sending him to this particular establishment, it is
situated in large grounds just outside London.
Only the girls and their tutors will be aware of his true sex, so his
humiliation will be limited to perhaps a few dozen ladies and servants
nevertheless I am certain it will be an excruciating experience for the boy. She
told me that if the headmistress is not satisfied with his progress or if he is
disobedient she will ensure he is paraded in full female attire in the main
street of the local town. Naturally the girls will be delighted, having a
helpless male in skirts and petticoats will provide excellent entertainment.
Observing the fear he had for his Governess and Nanny I expect the entire process
will only take a few months. I would think he will be docile, compliant and
undoubtedly quite feminine by the time he leaves the establishment. Once the
Countess is satisfied he has been reformed he will return to Germany where no
one will know of his experience but I suspect he will remain in corsets and
ladies lingerie for the rest of his life.”
“It
sounds an excellent strategy.” Lady Charlotte said “It will certainly improve
the boy’s behaviour. Don’t you think so Aubrey?”
Aubrey, appalled by this tale nevertheless knew
an enthusiastic answer was expected, Lady Charlotte would badger him until he
agree with her. Being the only one not to join in may arouse the suspicion of
the other women.
“Oh
yes Lady Charlotte.” he lied in an eager voice while at the same time trying to
bury his shame.
“I’m sure it is for his own good.” Lady
Charlotte declared in her usual assured tone “Young men these days have far too
much freedom and their degenerate behaviour merely reflects this. A prolonged
period in the exclusive company of females can only benefit this young man and
I’m sure he will emerge from his experience a reformed and dutiful son.”
She
gazed at Aubrey before adding
“Don’t
you agree Aubrey?”
“Yes
Lady Charlotte.” he replied meekly as if he had any option.
This school sounds absolutely wonderful.” she
continued enthused by Madame Monique’s account of the Countess’s plans for her
son “perhaps I should speak to your mother Roberta, such an institution would certainly
enhance your education, ensuring you could take your place in society
as the lady she wants you to be.”
“Oh
I do not really think so.” Roberta replied defiantly “Although a school full of
feminine lovelies does have its attractions.”
Lady Charlotte smiled, mildly irked at her
casual insolence but did not reveal her displeasure however she instantly knew
what would unsettle her. She turned her attention to Roberta’s romantic
interest.
“I
think your mother would also approve Aubrey.” Lady Charlotte said airily “You
probably have not spent as much time with girls your own age as you should
have. I expect it would greatly benefit you.”
She
smiled at Roberta before continuing,
“I’m
sure an attractive creature like you would make many wonderful new friends. Girls
who enjoy being girls.”
Lady
Charlotte could see that Roberta’s face paled visibly, Lady Charlotte paused
for a moment before adding,
“I’m
sure you could wait a year Roberta?”
Roberta
frowned.
“Or
two.” Lady Charlotte added.
Aubrey
paled visibly.
He
could feel his knees weaken and was grateful for the comforting arm of Roberta
around his shoulder, she drew him closer extending her protection. Aubrey had
good reason to be fearful; these last months under Lady Charlotte’s authority
had practically extinguished his male confidence and robbed him of his
masculinity. If Lady Charlotte was capable of forcing him into dressing and behaving
as a girl it was not beyond the realms of possibility that she could quite
easily persuade his mother to have him dispatched to this ghastly
establishment. His fragile masculinity surely could never survive the ordeal.
The more he thought of it the more anxious he grew, feeding an already tortured
imagination.
A
vision sprang into his mind of being frogmarched out the door of Lady
Charlotte’s house by Alice his Governess and one of the maids, his heavy skirts
swirling about his legs revealing the deep lace hems of his petticoats to
passers-by. Being lectured by Alice about male arrogance to the great amusement
of onlookers after which he would be bundled into a waiting carriage unable to
put up any meaningful physical resistance. Once inside there would be no
possibility of escape as he would be lodged firmly between these two women. Lady
Charlotte would be standing outside, gazing into the carriage with a look of
disappointment on her handsome face. He could imagine her voice, heavy with
sadness,
“It
really is for your own good Aubrey.” She would undoubtedly begin, a refrain she
had used many times “You could have changed, become a decent, obliging,
virtuous young man but you choose not to. Sadly I have to admit I have failed
not only your mother but you also, I blame myself of course. Perhaps I was too
lenient with you, in retrospect I should have been stricter, more rigorous in
your training. I may have allowed you too much freedom.”
None
of which was true of course in fact the complete opposite was the case and apart
from a few digressions which had been severely dealt with, he had been
obedient, deferential and conforming. However dressed as he was in only a
corset made for another young man, satin bloomers and silk stockings he felt
extremely vulnerable and now facing these imposing women dressed his mind began
to imagine the worst. And despite all he had gone through he had managed t
retain a modicum of his maleness, he knew being consigned to such a dreadful
institution would break him completely.
Such
an appalling vista was too much for him, he rushed to Lady Charlotte and
dropped to his knees wrapping his arms around her heavy satin skirts. He looked
up at her with tears forming in his eyes.
“Oh
no… please, Lady Charlotte, not a boarding school.” he sobbed, his voice
quivering and without pausing to consider his words he blurted “I’ve been a
good girl.”
Lady
Charlotte looked down at the pathetic figure and smiled. She was obviously aware
that the young man had made progress since he had begun his enforced stay with
her and was also very much aware of his dread of unfamiliar surroundings and his
fear of encountering new people. He had been particularly alarmed and fretful
from the time they had left her friend Mrs Cockshott’s home and had been in a
constant state of anxiousness which she found extremely gratifying. She smiled
to herself, fear of exposure as a weak and effeminate male was indeed a
powerful controlling influence. After all, if confronted by anyone male or
female how could he explain his female clothing and how he allowed himself to
be forced, by a mere woman, into a dress? It was an excellent method of keeping
him under control but now she had, by sheer good luck, chanced upon another approach.
She had meant to merely to tease him about this boarding school but her
attempted whimsy had caused quite an extreme reaction.
How wonderfully girlish! she remarked to herself,
delighted with his chastened attitude.
“Yes
you have my dear.” Lady Charlotte said as she gazed down on the pitiful youth
hugging her skirts and reflected on his situation.
He has come a long way from the
arrogant young man I knew she thought as she stroked his cheek, or perhaps I should say has fallen
a long way. The silly boy doesn’t realise he is more feminine than those girls
we encountered earlier and certainly more feminine than Roberta and those
ghastly mannish friends of hers. He is so deliciously feminine I could not
possibly let him leave of course he doesn’t know that but his fear of this
boarding school will be an extra incentive for him to concentrate on furthering
his feminine education. The threat of being sent away for a
year to such a place will keep him under even tighter control. I think it would
be prudent to lace his psychological corset a little tighter.
“But
you have
been a little naughty of late.” she gently admonished him “and maybe I have been
too lenient with you.” she said softly.
This
was Aubrey’s worst fear, his premonition was coming true.
“Please
Lady Charlotte.” he pleaded “Please I promise I’ll do anything…please”
“Well…
I suppose if you promise…””Lady Charlotte said in a conciliatory tone.
“Oh
yes… I promise.”Aubrey blurted foolishly reaffirming his pledge.
“A
lady’s word is her bond.” Lady Charlotte responded “Isn’t that so Aubrey?”
It
suddenly realised what he had done but such was his state of mind the
alternative was too horrible to contemplate and he thought it the lesser of two
evils.
Lady
Charlotte felt a twinge of guilt at having driven him to this level of anxiety.
I had better not upset him too much she thought, he may wet himself.
She
allowed herself a smile at the thought.
“Now
stand up like a good girl.” she said catching his soft arms and helping him to
his feet.
“Dry your eyes my dear.” Madame Monique said
gaving him a lace handkerchief and still admiring Aubrey’s corseted figure addressed
Lady Charlotte “If your ladyship wishes the young lady may keep the corset
while we construct her new ones.”
“But
what about the Countess?” Lady Charlotte replied “surely her son will require
it.”
“This
particular one is for my own private collection.” Madame Monique answered “With
the most unusual ones I make replicas. Such a quintessential feminine garment
made for a young man is extremely rare I doubt if I will encounter a similar
situation again. Naturally I asked the Countess’s permission and she was most
agreeable.”
“Excellent!”
Lady Charlotte chirped.
“Now
perhaps the young ladies would like to get dressed.” Madame Monique said as she
nodded to her assistant.
As
she picked up Roberta’s corset Marie whispered in Madame Monique’s ear.
“What
a wonderful garment, it fits you so much better than my own ones.” Lady
Charlotte said admiring the snug fit of Aubrey’s new corset “And we have the
Countess to thank, such a pity that I cannot express my gratitude in person.”
She
paused and examined the corset a little closer and lost in her thought she
wondered out loud,
“It
would be interesting to hear about her son’s impending departure to his new
school.”
“Well
perhaps you can.” Madame Monique said “The countess has arrived unexpectedly and
is viewing some other items of lingerie, no doubt for her son. I’m sure she
would be pleased to make your acquaintance.”
“How
delightful!” Lady Charlotte beamed “I’m sure Aubrey would also be quite
interested to hear her views on improving the behaviour of her errant son and
young males in general.”
Lady
Charlotte smiled as she heard Aubrey emit a low whimper.
