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Below is Chapter 5 of Amongst Women, as mentioned in update
I couldn’t finish it in time so the next episode will be the final one in this
strand. I know I may be boring people repeating this every time, but I feel it important
to thank all who commented/expressed an interest in it.
This section was a bit of a problem for me for a few reasons
and it may spoil it if I go into that now consequently I’m really not sure how
this episode will play with people but I suppose what we have to remember is it
is only part of Jack’s journey. If this was a straight story it would be easier,
I would have completed it by now but it’s developing all the time so I have to
be aware of the following episode as I write the current one. What I’m going
for is to try to establish enough space to allow for other scenarios to develop
further down the line and not to constrict the storyline too much for other
authors who may want to contribute. I just hope that makes sense.
Lucky Girl. Bea told me you’ve been in contact but he’s
having trouble setting you up with the
details you’ve sent him. He’s away at the moment if you want to send me the
details at email@example.com I’ll
try and sort it.
As I’ve said before any comments however critical are
welcome it won’t be taken personal
and it’s the only way I’ll know if we’re going in the right direction. I’ve
reread this a few times and hope I’ve got all the typos and other errors if not
– apologies in advance.
Ok here it is.
Amongst Women Chapter 5
The roar of
the authoritarian voice seemed to hang in the air accompanied by the impatient
but coldly familiar sound of a bell, not the jaunty ring of a door bell or the
dignified peel of church bell but the horrible noise of that bell.
“Oh shit” he
blurted out loud and fear embraced him, that horrible sweaty fear when your
nightmare scares you so much you are woken violently but remain frozen by terror
and unable to move. He remained in the same prone position on the couch he eyes
searching the room. He looked down to see if his feet would move and was
confronted by his feminine bust, mounted proudly on his chest, still confined
in the bra he had decidedto continue to
wear in order to prevent it from dragging at his chest. In the few moments of
silence that followed he dared to think it was his imagination and as the
initial wave of fear subsided, the demoralising noise resounded yet again
confirming his worst fears. It was immediately followed by a loud and obviously
…..IN HERE THIS INSTANT”
to his feet oscillating somewhere between disorientation and terror, he no
longer had to think twice about answering to Elizabeth it was now second
nature. The bell sounded again signalling that it originated in the living
room. He reluctantly made his way towards its source, his legs trembling, heart
beating faster than he had ever experienced and a tight horrible feeling in the
pit of his stomach. The voice was very familiar but the turmoil he was experiencing
made it difficult to identify its owner. Gently pushing at the open door of the
living room and peeking inside he got his answer.
upright, shoulders back, hair tied in a severe chignon, her dark suit standing
out against the ochre coloured sofa, an imperious Miss Strang waited
impatiently for Jack to enter.
finally decided to answer your bell” she said in a cool
horrified, Miss Strang of all people, she was the last one he wanted to
confront. He thought he would have at least a few days grace, time for her to
come to terms with the disappointment, time for him to construct a reasonable argument
with which he could convince her that his decision to renege on his promise was
the correct one. This was the worst of all possible outcomes. He knew this
would be quite difficult, she would be extremely disappointed and obviously a
little annoyed. He would listen to her outburst and just take it like a man
which might be a little difficult considering the feminine shape he currently presented.
He was certain that when she heard what he had to say she would understand.
Unsure of how to respond to her remark he went with the casual approach
“Oh hi Miss Strang
I didn’t hear you come in”
there are a lot of things you didn’t hear.” she answered coldly.
immediately she was not in a good mood and could feel himself begin to sweat a
little, her calmness and controlled manner began to unnerve him. He felt the
knot in his stomach tighten another notch, the confidence he had in his ability
to present a reasonable defence began to crumble. He was in trouble, his lack
of a response seemed to spur Miss Strang on and her voice, still very calm and
serious beyond measure only served to amplify the severity of the situation.
rang Mrs Quinn’s house wishing to speak to you. To say she got a shock when Mrs
Quinn told her that you had absconded is a gross understatement. The poor woman
is distraught and is too upset to ring you directly. As this has major implications
for the school not to mention your mother’s and indeed my own personal and
professional standing with Mrs Quinn she has asked me to take charge of the
situation personally. You do understand the damage you have caused?”
swallowed hard, he had an idea both women would not take his departure from Mrs
Quinn house well but he hadn’t reckoned on such a reaction. He felt sure once
he had explained himself Miss Strang would see sense.
Strang just look what they’ve done to me” he pleaded pointing to his bosom.
the reason for your behaviour?” Miss Strang fumed “You stupid boy,you knew very
well you were auditioning for a female role before you suggested you join
them. How in heaven’s name did you expect to be a girl without breasts? Mrs
Quinn had explained to us what she intended to do before she agreed to accept you
into her home for the audition and both your mother and I agreed. You knew how
important this was to the school as well as to the both of us.”
aghast and thought did she really say it was his suggestion to voluntarily join them, Miss
Strang was there when he was pressganged into this venture. She had confused
him now, surely he didn’t volunteer. Well maybe I didn’t object as much as I
should have, but I didn’t suggested it…..did I?
He felt he had to say something.
“But …. I…”
he said as she paused to draw breath.
interrupt” she barked “your mother and I both feel betrayed, utterly betrayed.
The Board of Governors will want heads to roll for this. Is that what youwant? Well speak up girl.”
stammered, doubt now creeping in as to his own involvement in his misfortune
“of course not. I just…”
She cut him
off again her face betraying the anger inside.
“There is an
outside chance that you can redeem yourself and perhaps salvage something from
this entire debacle” she said restoring some calm to her voice.
practically quaking now, he didn’t care about the school but the implications
for his mother and himself were too dire to contemplate and if by some stretch
of the imaginationshe did manage to
keep her job what kind oflife would he
have with Miss Strang and the other teachers, it would be unbearable. He
grasped at the straw offered.
“What can I
do?” he asked.
really mean that?” she said her tone softening somewhat.
course” he said adding rather rashly “I’ll do anything I can to help.”
thing you need to do is go back to Mrs Quinn’s and beg her forgiveness and
plead with her to take you back and hope for all our sakes she does.” she
bluntly informed him.
of the conversation over the last few minutes prepared Jack for the inevitable
and when she dictated the terms his heart sank but as he tried one last time to
negotiate a better arrangement he uttered words he could scarcely believe came
from his own mouth.
mind being a girl but she wants to train me as a maid.”
still coming to terms with the stupidity of what he had just said when Miss
Strang responded sounding exasperated at his sheer idiocy.
she’s training you as her maid, you silly boy, how else do you think you can
act the part without some formal training?” she said the exasperation palpable
in her tone “now if you are serious in wanting to rescue the situation you will
do as she wishes. The alternative is just too ghastly to contemplate.”
momentary silence before Jack could respond she drove home her point.
want to rescue the situation?” Miss Strang asked pointedly, raising her
course” Jack repeated.
think you have a better chance of succeeding if you present yourself in a more
appropriate manner of dress. I have left suitable clothes on your bed” she said.
now had no choice he silently left the room and walked dejectedly to his room
where he found the “suitable” clothes Miss Strang spoke of. He grimaced as he took in the array of
feminine clothing arranged on the bed. The girdle and the slip he recognised as
ones he had helped her purchase in the lingerie store some days earlier he decided
there wasn’t much point in delaying the inevitable it would be best to get this
over with as quickly as possible. Now very familiar with these garments he
quickly if very reluctantly put them on. He was so distracted by his latest
predicament he had not taken much notice of the other clothes. Also laid out on
the bed were an accordion pleated knee length cream skirt in taffeta and a peach
coloured sheer silk pussy bow blouse. His heart sank, yet another blow he would
just have to take. His thoughts were interrupted by Miss Strang’s voice calling
from the bottom of the stairs.
do you want some help?”
It was the
last thing he wanted.
Strang, I won’t be a minute” he replied.
himself and pulled on the skirt and buttoned himself into his blouse making
sure the bow was positioned correctly over his bosom. He’d thought he’d better
brush his hair into the feminine style he had earlier, it would enhance his
chances of avoiding being read as a boy. He adjusted the skirt and blouse to
his satisfaction and only then realised what a girly thing he had just done and
silently cursed himself. He was horrified to notice that the lace cups and
straps of his bra were visible through the flimsy material of the blouse.
Feeling totally vanquished he descended the stairs and entered the living room.
was clearly taken aback never having seen him dressed as a girl before.
at the lingerie store you might make a passable girl but …” she said and broke
off searching for words “well let’s just say I understand now why Mrs Quinn
wanted you to stay with her. The merest hint of make up will complete the picture
but before that be a dear boy and give me a twirl and let me see how your skirt
degrading enough in having to present himself as a girl to Miss String now he
had to perform for her in such a girlish fashion. As he twirled the pleats of his
skirt spread out and when he stopped they settled gently back into place
swaying ever so gently as they did so.
is such a feminine material don’t you think?” she remarked fixing him with her
not an option he lowered his eyes and replied
Miss String approached and opening her purse
quickly and expertly covered his face in a light foundation.
your lips” she ordered.
Jack did not
have to see himself in a mirror to know he cut a ridiculous figure presenting
his lips for her to apply lipstick.
“Now time to
go” she said “oh I almost forgot, here’s your purse and something pretty to
keep your hair in place.
him the purse and placed an Alice band the same colour as his blouse and purse
to his head. She fussed at his hair making slight adjustments as she did so. As
she busied herself making the odd change here and there the thought crossed his
mind that his escape from this feminine regimen had only lasted a few hours and
in doing so he had probably dug a deeper hole for himself.
the ground would open and swallow him but it was only the door that opened and
he was led out into the bright sunlight. Miss Strang stood back from him to
take one final look before they left.
presentable. Dressed as you are I think we have a great chance Mrs Quinn will
accept you back” she enthused “now hold my hand just in case you may get some
silly notion in that pretty little head of yours to change your mind.”
feminine clothing seemed to sap his will of any thoughts of rebellion and
accepting defeat he meekly took her hand.
This was a
further humiliation, no teenager boy or girl for that matter would voluntarily
hold an adult’s hand while walking, he felt it was designed to teach him another
lesson, to impress upon him that Miss Strang had joined the ranks of women now
exercising control over him. He was aware that to the casual observer it would
be obvious he was being kept under strict supervision by his older companion. His
hand now firmly grasped in her vice like grip he was led back to his place of
he became aware of the lightness of the pleated skirt and as the wind gusted he
had to hold it down with his free hand to prevent it from billowing up around
his waist. He had seen girls in similar circumstances before and much to his
amusement and their extreme embarrassment had on several occasions seen their
panties as they struggled to control their skirts. They always looked
ridiculous and he knew he now cut a similar amusing figure.
on the other hand wore a pencil skirt and had no such difficulty and appeared
to find his efforts quite humorous.
pleated skirts can be very tiresome in windy weather but you seem to be
managing satisfactorily…..for a boy. I wouldn’t worry your slip should prevent any major
embarrassment.” she offered by way of empathy.
Progressing along the side walk they received
no stares much to Jack’s relief if fact it was mostly friendly almost admiring smiles
from the women who passed them. Jack became very uneasy when he spotted an
elegantly dressed woman accompanied by a girl in jeans and leather jacket who
slowed down as they approached. He
recognised them as living in the same area and while they were not close
neighbours he had bumped into the mother on a few occasions.
“Oh please keep
going Miss Strangthey’resure to recognise me” he pleaded.
doubt if your own mother would recognise you” came the retort.
morning Miss Strang” the woman said giving them both a broad smile, the girl
with a sullen and bored look on her face said nothing as she looked at Jack
with barely disguised contempt but without a hint of recognition.
it appeared knew the woman from one of her clubs and she exchanged pleasantries
while still retaining her grip of Jack, the girl’s contempt turned into a sneer
as she looked him up and down, her scorn at his ultra-feminine dress glaringly
obvious. However it was obvious that they considered him nothing if not female.
sweet girl Miss Strang” the woman trilled “and such a lovely outfit, I just
love pussy bow blouses. Melissa just look at how her blouse, purse and Alice band
mother” she snapped in a surly voice “I’ve told you to call me Mel”
“You may try
to dress like a boy Melissa but I refuse to address you by a boy’s name. This
adorable girl could teach you a thing or two about femininity.” she chided her
daughter. “Your daughter Miss Strang?”
“On no.. Mrs
Franklin he’s….” Miss Strang said much
to Jack’s horror but immediately
realising her mistake giggled and turned to him“apologies Elizabeth, no she’s a
niece of a friend but we’re so close she considers me her aunt. My head’s a muddle,
I’ve had to deal with a very difficult boy all morning.”
how you could possibly mistake her for a boy” Melissa snorted
Mrs Franklin barked clearly angered at her remark “apologise this instant”
taken aback by her mother’s anger Melissa grunted an apology, Jack just relieved
not to have been exposed mumbled an acceptance. Her mother continued her
conversation with Miss Strang.
wish Melissa would try to be more feminine, Elizabeth here looks so sweet the
picture of femininity and what a pretty bra. Melissa insists on wearing those
ugly sports bras the whole time.”
feel himself blushing having never been complimented on his underwear before,
he was unsure how to respond so he just gave her a smile which drew another
contemptible glance from Melissa.
“Well it may
come as a surprise to you Mrs Franklin but Elizabeth too was once a tomboy wore
nothing but t shirts and jeans” Miss Strang lied and then insisted on
embellishing it “but her mother and I took her in hand and managed to convince
her that dressing in a more appropriate feminine manner was for her own good.
Of course she resisted at first and we had to be very strict with her but she soon
came to realise the error of her ways and now is quite happy to wear what her
mother and I suggest. Aren’t you Elizabeth?”
such feminine attire Jack was in no position to contradict her tissue of lies
and feeling the squeeze of her hand knew what response was required.
he meekly answered.
“A tomboy? No!”
Mrs Franklin exclaimed and took a much closer interest in Jack than he was
comfortable with. “Well now that I look at her closely – and please don’t be
offended – she does have a slight boyish look. In fact she reminds me of a boy
in our neighbourhood. I think his mother teaches in your school.”
his legs weaken and Miss Strang’s grip tighten.
Jack, a sweet boy in fact they’re related” Miss Strang answered. It was Jack’s
turn to squeeze her hand.
that you say it I can see the resemblance.” Mrs Franklin continued “he’s quite
a delicate boy in fact when I first saw him I though he was a girl. It’s
amazing how similar the sexes can appear at that age just look at Melissa you
could easily take her for a boy. I’m sure if you put that boy what’s his name…”
“Jack, Jack Swanson” Miss Strang offered helpfully.
she repeated “I’m sure if you put that boy in a skirt and blouse like Elizabeth’s
here you would be hard pressed to tell the difference. I am certain he’d look
much better in a dress than Melissa, in fact I spent a fortune on the most
beautiful dresses for her last year but she flatly refused to wear them. I’m
sure if she saw them on someone her own age she’d change her mind but none of
the neighbour’s kids are the same size. Funny thing that boy Jack is the only
one in the neighbourhood who comes close in size. Pity he’s not a girl.”
clearly unimpressed by this just grunted.
“What about Elizabeth here, would she mind
modelling them?” Mrs Franklin asked.
sorry” Miss Strang responded “I’m sure she’d love to but she’s not been herself
choked at the suggestion and anxious to avoid any possibility of becoming
involved with such an arrangement feigned a coughing fit giving the impression
he had some mysterious and possibly contagious ailment. Miss Strang added as an
that keen to see the dresses modelled why not ask Mrs Swanson I’m sure she may
know someone who could help you.”
“What an excellent
idea, I must do that. I just wish Melissa had someone as adorable as Elizabeth as
a friend, she hangs around with so many … well shall we say unladylike girls. Before
you go I’d be interested to know how you achieved transforming Elizabeth from a
tomboy into such a sweet feminine girl. Perhaps we can meet sometime and
“I’d be only
too delighted” Jack’s persecutor trumpeted “there are so many advantages to
instilling femininity into young people. Mothers or indeed in my case aunts
have more control over them thus helping them to avoid so many mistakes
particularly when it comes to fashion and deportment. In the long run it will
only benefit both parties. Young people these days need a firm hand. Isn’t that
Jack concurred meekly, now admitting he was firmly under Miss Strang’s control,
not that anyone in the company needed convincing.
this exchange he noticed Melissa’s expression had turned from contempt to one of
anxiety and she had moved away from Jack as if his ultra- femininity was itself
After exchanging phone numbers with Mrs
Franklin and agreeing to meet at a later date Jack’s new aunt with her equally
new but very reluctant niece continued on their way.
gates where just a short time ago his heart had soared as he made his escape
through them he experienced a much different emotion. Dejected he looked
forlornly at the structure in front of him, the only thing missing he felt was
a sign declaring
All You Who Enter Here’
you know the code” Miss Strang enquired rhetorically.
sank as he heard the heavy thud of the gate closing behind them. There was no
escape now. He would be at Madam’s mercy until his mother returned, maybe if he
pleaded a sudden panic attack as the excuse for his sudden departure she would
treat him leniently. Whatever happened now he knew he would have to obey her
every command. Making their way towards Madam’s house he could feel the tension
building inside him.
Still with a
firm grip on his hand Miss Strang rang the bell. Jack heart was now beating so
fast he thought it would burst through his new breasts. The door opened and
Jack was startled to find Sally dressed in her grey day uniform with a similar
cap and apron to the one he had worn. He was glad to see a friendly face Sally
wasone of the few women
he had come into contact with who had not tried to humiliate him in any way.
She smiled at both of them but betrayed no emotion at seeing Jack.
“My name Miss
Strang girl, inform your mistress that I have returned her maid.” Miss Strang
curtsied and asked them to wait in the hall while she did while she entered the
living room. Soon Sally was ushering them into Mrs Quinn’s presence.
“How nice to
see you again Miss Strang….. and you too Elizabeth. Won’t you please sit down?”
Mrs Quinn said in a friendly tone.
for seeing us without an appointment Mrs Quinn” Miss Strang said as she crossed
the floor to sit next to her. Jack followed her but was abruptly halted as she
standing girl… just there in front of us.”
Miss Strang joined Mrs Quinn on the sofa and
soon they were chatting away as if he was invisible. The waiting was stressful
and he was glad he had a purse as otherwise he would not have known what to do
with his hands. Miss Strang explained about the call from his mother and how
upset she was at Jack’s disgraceful behaviour. She told her how his mother felt
betrayed and humiliated particularly as Mrs Quinn had been so generous with not
only tickets for the opera festival but also offering her own home for the
duration of her stay. Mrs Quinn was very understanding of her position and was
insistent that Jack’s departure had not reflected badly on her and it would not
affect their friendship or indeed her relationship with the school.
being very gracious Mrs Quinn I’m not sure I could be in the same
circumstances.” Miss Strang said.
“Not at all
Miss Strang the poor boy being unused to life in domestic service was obviously
overwhelmed.” Mrs Quinn responded.
Miss Strang said inviting Jack to contribute.
forgive my behaviour Madam, I don’t know what came over me. If you allow me to
return I can promise you it will not happen again.” he pleaded meekly and
holding the sides of his skirt gave a deep respectful curtsy.
“Well I have
had to ask one of my neighbours to supply a maid on a temporary basis which was
slightly embarrassing” Mrs Quinn addressed Miss Strang before continuing “and
obviously I cannot keep her on a full time basis but I do need to be assured
that you will keep your word and abide by the rules in the Maids Manual.”
refusal was not an option Jack uttered the words of surrender and felt a curtsy
was called for.
“Yes Madam you
have my word.”
then you may go to your room and change into something more appropriate to your
status then report to the kitchen and wait until I summon you.” she said
and admission of having left everyone down left him with no option his
“training” kicked in and this time he didn’t even think about it, he curtsied
and left the room.
the stairs and entered his room, opening the closet his heart sank as he saw
the uniform – his uniform. As he exchanged the blouse and skirt for the grey
uniform, he comforted himself that at least it wasn’t as outlandishly feminine
as a pussy bow blouse and a pleated taffeta skirt. It didn’t take long to
change and he soon found himself in the kitchen where Sally was busy making
refreshments for Madam and Miss Strang.
created a little fuss, not too often a girl bolts.” she said.
There was no
way Jack could explain and was glad she didn’t ask him to so he just nodded
sheepishly, she continued,
“Well your mistress
seems like a reasonable lady and because you haven’t fully signed up for her
service she may be lenient particularly as it’s your first serious
Jack replied thinking of nothing better to say.
“Now that you’re back Madam has told me I can
return to my own mistress but has asked me to keep an eye on you if she’s not
around.” Sally said.
interrupted their conversation signalling Jack’s reintroduction to his life as
better be off, hopefully you’ll get off lightly. I’m sure I’ll see you soon”
him, gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him to resume his duties.
living room with his tray Jack caught Miss Strang’s eye and saw the look of
satisfaction she drew from his new attire. He recognised immediately that the
atmosphere had improved somewhat, Miss Strang and Madam were laughing and he
heard snatches of the conversation which related to the school. He left the
tray down and curtsied and without being told he retreated to the window and
waited hands folded in front of his apron. This he recalled was the position a
parlourmaid was required to occupy while serving tea. Their conversation turned
somewhat surprised Miss Strang?” Madam asked as she poured the tea.
“I was taken
aback earlier how a skirt and blouse and minimal make-up easily transformed him
into something approaching a girl but I hadn’t expected him to be as well trained
in a maid’s duties in such a short space of time.” Miss Strang replied.
morale dipped even further at having to remain silent while listening to this
exchange about his appearance and as if to emphasise her remarks about his
training Madam turned to him
“I think the
sun will be in your eyes shortly Miss Strang. Draw the drapes girl.”
Jack responded, curtsying and did as he was told, feeling both their eyes
follow his every move.
It was obvious to all in the room that this was
a small demonstration of Madam’s authority over her returning servant. Miss
Strang’s expression signalled her admiration for Mrs Quinn’s training methods.
With Jack now back at his station the
conversation resumed covering various aspects of school life and Miss Strang’s
plans for the future which Madam seemed to approve of. Jack was left in no
doubt that Mrs Quinn was fast becoming strategic to Miss Strang’s plans for
further investment in the Academy and would not countenance anything that would
interfere or derail them. As a servant he was of course ignored in all of this
despite also having a pivotal role in Miss Strang’s plans. The exchange rambled
on for some time with Madam giving Miss Strang further demonstrations of Jack’s
suitability as a maidservant, the most humiliating of which was when Jack was forced
to his knees in order to wipe a non-existent smudge from Miss Strang’s shoe.
Finally the conversation drew to a close and Miss Strang rose to leave, as she
made her way to the door she remarked
“I’m so glad
we overcame this slight misunderstanding Mrs Quinn, Elizabeth’s mother will be
relieved that you have graciously agreed to take him back into service.”
“Not at all
and please tell her not to worry, everything is quite all right I’m sure now
that Elizabeth has given his word he will settle down.” Mrs Quinn replied
before adding “isn’t that correct Elizabeth?”
Jack meekly responded, curtsying as he opened the living room door for the
women and followed them into the hallway.
Since he had
been returned by Miss Strang his humiliation seemed to have deepened as Madam
addressed him as Elizabeth but in discussion with Miss Strang Jack was referred
to as “he” or “him”. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It was as if Madam
saw him as too girlish to be a boy but not feminine enough to be a girl.
front door Miss Strang thanked Mrs Quinn and turning to Jack she said in a
voice that was pleasant but he felt contained an implied threat.
“You will be
a good girl for your mistress now won’t you …Elizabeth?”
Strang” he said giving the obligatory curtsy.
turned to leave he closed the door behind her and hearing the latch click he
felt it also closed the door on his masculinity.
“Now you do
realise you will have to be punished Elizabeth” she said solemnly in a voice
than betrayed more disappointment than anger before adding “perhaps you will
give me the real reason why you absconded?” she asked.
sorry Madam I just panicked, it’s all so new to me.” he blurted.
sure it is dear boy but I’m afraid I can’t have a servant just up and leave
without permission you do understand, don’t you?” she responded quite gently as
if she was doing him a favour.
anticipated a much more hostile approach and was fearful of the reception he
would get once Miss Strang left, he was just so relieved she didn’t scream at
him. He nodded his acceptance and was resigned to his fate when she reached out
and turned his head.
she said touching his neck.
In his panic
Jack had almost forgotten Pamela’s frenzied attempt to force herself on him
earlier. He obviously had a hickie.
remained silent not knowing what to say.
Miss Pamela?” she asked.
didn’t know how to react but could see Madam’s mood had changed.
“Go wait in
the kitchen until I ring for you” she said dismissing him.
Confused by this turn of events Jack made his
way to the kitchen and as he moved he realised how his uniform dress was much
more restrictive than the pleated skirt he wore earlier but for some strange
reason felt the uniform was less feminine. The lesser of two evils he thought.
In the stillness of the house he heard the door open and close and soon
afterwards heard the tinkle of the maid’s bell- his bell.
his appearance in the hall mirror, the last thing he wanted was to appear
untidy it would only give Madam another excuse for further punishment.
looking downcast was sitting on a chair while Madam sat on the couch and addressed
“It seems there
were extenuating circumstances for your sudden departure. I realise you may
hold some attraction for Pamela but while you are fulfilling a servant’s role
you are entitled to your mistress’s protection and I will not have a servant
girl abused in such a fashion regardless of the abuser’s position within the
household. Now fetch the paddle you know where to find it.”
shocked at this pronouncement and in his bewilderment almost forgot to curtsy
as he left the room to retrieve the instrument which had been used to inflict
extreme humiliation on him the previous day. Now however there was lightness to
his step as he made his way to the hallway and he felt a degree of satisfaction
knowing Pamela would now suffer the same fate. His first thought was that he
had never imagined the mistress would react in such a just and equitable
manner, realising somewhat belatedly that he had referred to her as ‘the
mistress’ became annoyed with himself for reacting with such a servile attitude.
He consoled himself with the thought that this was an obligation he was forced
into under severe duress and felt he must make a greater effort to retain some
semblance of masculinity. He recognised this would bedifficult considering the uniform he was forced
return Pamela was arranged in the position he had occupied the previous day her
jeans and panties around her ankles and as he approached her he recognised the
same look of abject mortification he was sure he must have also expressed-
except she would have to endure her punishment on her bare behind. He felt a
touch of excitement as he handed her mother the paddle and was ordered to stand
directly in front of her. He instantly knew that this would only serve to
increase her degradation. His own humiliating experience was temporarily
forgotten and taking in the sight in front of him he could feel his member
begin Pamela has something to say” Madam said.
for my inappropriate behaviour” she said through gritted teeth and in such a
tone that Jack had a horrible feeling that this may make things even worse for
him. This thought was abandoned when he heard the faintest whistle as the
paddle travelled through the air and landed on one of the cheeks of her splendidly
SLAP….. the sound of willow on flesh and her
accompanying whimper caused Jack to bring his thighs together and his hands
clasped together in front of his apron were discretely but firmly pressed
against his groin in an attempt to relieve the exquisite torment taking place
inside his tight girdle.
As was the
case in his own punishment Pamela had to repeat the phrase before each stroke.
SLAP…. “I apologise for my inappropriate
behaviour” she snivelled before the second blow found its target on her other
seemed to fill the room, Jack admirably trying to cope with his mounting if
restricted excitement could not prevent his eyes darting between both women’s
faces and while Pamela was sobbing her mother had a look of quiet detachment
and appeared almost serene as she administered each stroke.
After the final stroke Madam told Pamela to
get dressed and as she struggled with her dignity as well as her panties Madam
handed the paddle to Jack who curtsied and returned it to its position in the
hall. He knew he would shiver every time he passed it, a subtle reminder to
keep in line, but he now also knew
justice would be administered without regardless of position within the
household. At least there was a little consolation in that he mused.
return Pamela was dressed and standing while her mother had resumed her
position on the couch.
“Elizabeth place two cushions next to me for
Miss Pamela to sit on.”
Jack replied quickly arranging two royal blue satin cushions as instructed.
sufficient Pamela?” Madam asked.
obviously still smarting just nodded but managed to cast a menacing glare at
Jack as he finished plumping the cushions. She gingerly lowered herself onto
the cushions grimacing as she did so.
in your absence Sally has prepared a light lunch you may serve it now” Madam
scurried out of the room and soon returned with the meal Sally had already laid
out on a large sliver serving platter. He would have liked to remain just to
hear the conversation particularly Pamela’s reaction but Madam dismissed him
back to the kitchen to await her bell. Alone in the spacious kitchen he went
about making himself something to eat the only sound to be heard was the
clicking of his heels on the tiled surface. The satisfaction he got from
witnessing Pamela’s discomfort soon vanished as he contemplated his own immediate
future.He had barely finished eating
when he heard the bell summon him.
stand next to Jack” Madam said, amazing both Pamela and Jack at the use of his
male name. He had become so used to answering to Elizabeth he thought he
misheard and almost turned around to see if she was addressing someone else.
Being called by his male name while dressed as a female servant had a further
disconcerting effect on Jack but he had little time to dwell on this and as
Pamela joined him Madam continued.
“I want you
to know that I felt very let down .. by both of you. You, Jack knew how
important this was to both your mother, Miss Strang and the school, they
invested so much faith in you. I’m disappointed that you could not have
confided in me before you choose to esca…. well shall we say leave so suddenly.”
Jack knew he
was not expected to answer and he remained silent while she turned her
attention to Pamela
Pamela I’ve tried to raise you to not only act and behave as a lady but also to
dress in an appropriate manner befitting a young woman of high social standing,
a task at which sadly I seem to have failed miserably.
afraid to look at Pamela’s face but guessed from her lack of response that her
punishment had left such an impression on her in more ways than one that she
probably felt now was not the best time to test her mother’s patience. Madam
gazing intently at her two miscreants and allowed her words to sink in before
she resumed her lecture.
seems that we all want different things. Jack wants to return to wearing his
male clothing which may be understandable but he has broken his promise to
engage fully with our little arrangement, has disappointed several people and
needs to be taught a lesson.
feel you havethe right to have your
veryown lady’s maid but your actions in
dealing with a servant have been less than exemplary for one born into
privilege and wealth. I have already told you on more than one occasion that only
could consider having a lady’s maid and under no circumstances could you be
described as a lady. However I think there may be a way that both of you can
get what you desire.”
hardly believe what he had just heard, would she really consider letting him
wear his own clothes he could barely contain excitement. Pamela interpreted
this as her mother may finally relent and give her what she wanted- her very
own maid. She responded to Jack’s expression with a triumphant look. Madam
waited until she had their full attention before she resumed.
“As you know
I am a supporter of the arts specifically the theatre and have agreed to make a
substantial donation to the school’s drama department as Jack’s mother
persuaded me of the quality of her staff and the commitment of her students in
taking on difficult roles. Jack almost had me convinced but events have led me
to question his dedication. Pamela has told me of her ambitions in this
direction but lacks focus and the required dedication. She also lacks the
ability to deal with servants in the way a lady should.”
As Mrs Quinn
paused for a sip of water, they both realised that they had misread the
situation completely and it was not as straightforward as they had first thought.
“Now this is
how I think we should proceed” she said and as she settled back into the couch
to expand on her proposal but before she could begin the doorbell sounded.
thinking Jack curtsied and left to answer the door. Madam looked at her watch.
“ Hmmm.. a
little before time” she announced looking at her watch, seemingly unsurprised
at the interruption “your services will not be required this time dear boy. I
wish to greet this caller personally.”
from the couch and glided gracefully to the door. Jack, way beyond curious was
about to risk breaking mistress maid protocol and ask a question when Pamela
beat him to it blurting
can’t just leave now, what exactly do you have in mind?”
“All in good
time dear, now that I think of it perhaps it may be better if our guest
explained it to you herself. Now stay exactly where you are until I return.”