~Ruffled White Lace & Pink Satin Bows~

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The next morning the beautiful Stephanie Anderson was dressed in a classic yellow cotton shirtdress, the last two buttons unsecured. And, of course, this allowed for tantalizing glimpses of a gorgeous lavishly lace-trimmed white half slip. Stephanie had hoped her dear little stepson, Percy, might make an appearance at their scheduled nine o'clock tea time in the brightly sunlit parlor downstairs. But alas, Percy did not appear. Stephanie, of course, was livid at Her little arrogant stepson's brazen disobedience and disrespect directed towards Her. Clearly, She surmised, this was a personal power struggle between Percy and Her. Just before Stephanie left for Her ten o'clock meeting, necessitating Her to leave the large gated estate and, consequently, to leave Percy alone, her brazenly disrespectful stepson finally made his appearance in the parlor. Of course, Stephanie realized, he was doing this on purpose. "Percy, how nice of you to make an appearance in my parlour...fifty-five minutes late. I expected you to be here sharply at nine. Did you not hear me last night? After all, I made a personal visit to your room to remind you." She slowly crossed Her long nylon-covered legs, allowing for even more exquisite white lace to display itself. After crossing Her legs, Stephanie deliberately rested Her right hand on some of the white lace hem of Her satin slip that had conspicuously caught her stepson's eye. And then She fingered the lace. Slowly. Deliberately. Proudly. Femininely. Percy could only stare. "I asked you a question, Percy," She pressed him. The googoo-eyed Percy stammered something about "forgetting." "I see," remarked his beautiful blonde Stepmother. "Sooooo...you have forgotten for TWO days now? Both days you have been absent from our tea time in the parlour." Percy stammered again, clearly mesmerized by the slip's delicate lace exposing itself. Stephanie was becoming quite intrigued at the rather calming...no, almost controlling, effect that this was having on her stepson. "Come here, my dear little stepson," She purred. She fingered the white lace of Her slip for Percy to see. "Come here," She repeated. Her voice became more stern, yet She maintained a coolness about Her demeanor. She fingered her lace again, toying with it playfully. Percy slowly approached his beautiful Stepmother, Her sitting regally in a large comfortable leather chair. "Don't try me, Percy. Further disobedience will result in severe punishment," Stephanie said softly, but firmly, and with much confidence. "Do you understand...?"

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Stephanie glared icily into little Percy's saucer-shaped wide eyes. Percy had never felt this way before. Why, oh why, did his Stepmother's lacy slip seem to attract him like a moth to fire? Recovering his aplomb, at least partially, Percy brushed aside his stepmother dismissively. "Sure, Stepmother," he said sarcastically and condescendingly, "Whatever you say." Stephanie slowly rose from the chair, quickly smoothed out Her skirt, and, towering over Her stepson, told him that She would be out of the house for a few hours, reminding Percy just before exiting though the front door, "My bedroom is strictly off limits, Percy. Stay out!" As Her high heels clicked over the hardwood floors and out the front door, She closed the door behind Percy, got into Her new Cadillac, and drove down the long drive, thru the security gate, and out of Percy's sight. Yes, Percy followed his beautiful Stepmother out of the house and watched Her drive away. Percy wanted to make sure that Stepmother indeed had left for good. And just in case She decided to come back in a few minutes, perhaps because She might have forgotten something, Percy waited his planned 15 minutes before his insatiable curiosity demanded that he explore that unmistakably feminine sanctuary of his captivatingly beautiful Stepmother...Her Bedroom. And with his heart pounding, little Percy ran excitedly back into the expansive mansion, his mission clearly focused on invading that enticingly feminine bedroom. Besides, he reasoned, because his Stepmother was sooooo insistent that he stay out, well, as the disobedient little boy he had tried to become, it was his duty to disobey Her. Wasn't it? Ohhhhh yes! As he approached Stepmother's boudoir, that undeniably sweet smell of femininity wafted thru the entrance. These sweet scents reminded Percy of his beautiful stepmother. The hypnotic aroma lured Percy inside, so easily, with no male resistance from Percy at all. Once inside, Percy was like a kid in a candy store. Where, oh where, shall he start. YES! Oh yes! The armoire. Not just any armoire, though. THE armoire!!! Yes!!! THAT ONE!! Over there! In the corner. The one with the...the...dare he think it (? )...the PETTICOATS!!! He just HAD to SEE them! TOUCH them! Examine them closely!!! Poor little Percy could not resist the forbidden fruit!!!........

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Poor, poor Percy. His plan to be methodical, careful not to leave any traces of his intrusion into his beautiful Stepmother's private sanctuary, was evaporating. While he had invaded Stepmother's privacy before, in the other house, with a much smaller bedroom to explore, this was different. Besides, Stepmother had given Percy the briefest tour of Her boudoir...and whetted his strange and insatiable appetite for silk, satin, taffeta, and lace. And so much more! He scampered about the ultrafeminine bedroom. And soon he led himself to the armoire. The top half, containing the billowy clouds of net and lace, was barely out of Percy's reach. He stretched on his toes, reaching out as farrrrrr as he could, inches away...from opening the cabinet and releasing that swirl of femininity that mysteriously held Percy captive. He took no time to question his boyishness. Now wasn't the time, he reasoned. Secure in his simple self-serving rationalization that "this" was a passing phase, an occasional momentary escape, his mind was working a thousand miles a minute to look for a chair to move over to the front of the armoire so he could use his "boyish" climbing ability to reach the cabinet doors and release the petticoats from their confinement. Working quickly, and quite focused on his mission, Percy paid little attention to where a Queen Anne chair was BEFORE he positioned it in front of the armoire. Percy briefly assessed the stability of the chair before climbing onto it and r-e-a-c-h-i-n-g up to the top half of the armoire. He momentarily recalled his Stepmother's ever-so-briefly-titillating view of them the night earlier when She offered him a brief walk thru Her most private quarters. The (feigned) surprise when Her petticoats spilled out everywhere upon Her opening of the cabinet doors. And NOW...ohhhhhhh yes, NOW.......mission accomplished (!), Percy smiled to himself proudly. HE.....Percy.....would enjoy seeing the mysteriously beautiful pettis...by himself...with time to examine their captivating beauty. And then Percy reached to open the cabinets. NO!...NO! NO! NO! He clenched his fists for a moment. Sweat dripped from his brows. LOCKED!!!!!!!!! The cabinet was locked! How could he have been so stupid! Where...oh where (!) was the key??? He nervously and desperately ran his fingers thru his thick blonde curly hair. He had to get inside that armoire. He just had to!!! So........Percy got down from his perch and began rummaging thru Stepmother's drawers. They were not locked. And ALL of the drawers were laden with meticulously arranged luxurious feminine frillies. Lace was abundant!! Satin full slips! Half slips! Panties! And lacy bras! Percy seemed to notice that much of the lingerie seemed to match. An ivory colored satin slip, lavishly lacy, strategically and carefully placed in a scented drawer with matching bra and panties. And while Percy had seen similar lingerie in earlier discoveries at the other house, it was obvious Stepmother, after moving into Her new boudoir, had purchased soooo much more!!! And THESE were far lacier and silkier than others Percy had discovered. And after several minutes of desperately searching for the key to the petticoats (At least 30 minutes, though little Percy obviously had lost all track of time!), Percy gave up in frustration. But, of course, all was not lost! Definitely NOT!!! There was soooo much to see...and to touch. His discoveries, sans the petticoats, had revealed lacy and silky and satiny treasures beyond his wildest expectations!!!...

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Percy's little heart was beating a million (or so it seemed) miles a minute! The sheer enormity of Stepmother's feminine bedroom was almost overwhelming! The "candy store" was unattended by the "owner," and frilly, lacy confections were everywhere!!! For a moment, Percy regained his "focus," and centered the Queen Anne chair back to exactly where it had been before he moved it. Didn't he? Could he be sure? And why....oh why....had he carelessly rummaged thru the delicate and dainty silks, satins, and laces in the drawers containing his Stepmother's expensive lingerie in a desperate search for the key to the petticoats? His mind was torn between "reorganizing" Stepmother's lavish lingerie, just as She had had it, and examining some of the lacier slips which lay before him. Ohhhhh! Decisions, decisions!!! And what about the time!!! What time was it? Rushing out momentarily to look at the time on the large grandfather clock in the main hallway, near the entrance, it was now almost eleven thirty. Where had the time gone!!! Percy knew he couldn't take any chances on his beautiful Stepmother coming home and catching him "in the act." And surely She wouldn't notice that he had pilfered through Her undies. After all, he reasoned, She had never noticed before. At least She had never acknowledged it! Soooo, he reasoned, he would simply straighten things out. And the benefit of his tidying up would be the opportunity to touch, to feel, to hold against his face, perhaps, the cool satin and dainty lace of Stepmother's lavish, luscious lingerie. He would be careful...very careful...he determined, to put every single delicate piece back EXACTLY the way Stepmother had organized it. It would be easy, Percy thought. And already his mind already was racing with anticipation to the next time Stepmother would be out of the house. Percy could hardly wait!!!...

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Thirty minues later, just as the large clock signalled it's noon chimes, Percy was scrutinizing his efforts to leave Stepmother's boudoir just as She had left it two hours earlier. And while Percy was satisfied with his work, he lacked the arrogant confidence he had possessed in the past after rummaging and pilfering thru his beautiful Stepmother's dainties in their other house - the one with a much smaller bedroom. Percy had never seen so many delicate pieces of beautiful lacy lingerie in all his life! And, he reasoned, such a vast assortment in so many chests and drawers certainly had left him with the slight possibility that Stepmother might detect an intruder had violated Her warnings to Percy about Her boudoir being "strictly off limits." Still, though, Percy believed that no Woman, not even Stepmother, could remember where EVERY piece of lingerie had been placed. Could She? No...certainly not!! Percy moved the Queen Anne chair several times, though, faulting himself for carelessly rushing to open the upper armoire cabinets containing Stepmother's frothy petticoats. And yet already he was figuring out how to locate that all-important key! And then...just as Percy was sneaking one last look inside Stepmother's boudoir...sniffing around her makeup vanity...and daring to sit on Her feminine settee...there IT was! At least he assumed that was IT. A key! A single solitary long antique key...laying neatly on top of one of Stepmother's makeup brushes (a blush brush, Percy would later learn). Dare he move it? Was there ANY way he would ever be able to replicate its exact position...on Stepmother's makeup brush? Had Stepmother mistakenly put it there or...Percy asked himself...had She placed it there...intentionally...as a sort of "trap" for her nosy little stepson? The lure of seeing...feeling...Stepmother's petticoats was sooooooooooo strong. Dare he take the key and give in? He gulped. And then...he started to reach for the key when..........he heard a car door slam! Oh no!!!! In a flash, little Percy shoved the settee away from underneath Stepmother's vanity! No time to return it to its original position!!! Little Percy scampered as fast as could out of the feminine boudoir and raced upstairs to his room, slammed the door, and pretended to be reading a book when......"Percy! Percy! Come down here! Right now!" Stephanie Anderson was standing in the doorway to the front hall when Percy arrived downstairs. He was scared. "Percy," She said, "Please go out to the car and unload the groceries. Put them in the kitchen. You may go out and play, if you wish, until five o'clock. Dinner is at six o'clock. As Percy moved quickly to go out to the car, he noticed his Stepmother staring right through him...and looking at the open door to Her private boudoir. Percy ran outside, out of Stepmother's way, made several trips to the kitchen with the bags of groceries, and then he got out of there as fast as his little feet could carry him...

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Dinner that evening, for Percy, was surprisingly uneventful. He asked his Stepmother where the box containing his baseballs, glove, bats, footballs, and toys was. Stephanie Anderson coldly replied to her stepson in her finest British accent, "I haven't a clue, Percy dear. I though you told the movers to put it in the moving van. Did you forget to do it, my dear?" "No, Stepmother. I am positive I told them to get it. I don't know what could have happened. Could it be lying around here somewhere?" "No, my dear. I am quite certain everything has been unpacked. I suppose we'll just have to replace them." "Does this mean I can get a new glove, Stepmother. And a new bat? Several bats? And some new toys?" "Perhaps, Percy. Perhaps." Then Stephanie added coyly, "Of course, your behavior must improve, Percy." "What do you mean!?" Percy responded defensively. "We'll talk about it in the morning, over tea, in the parlour, precisely at nine o'clock." "B...B...But, Stepmother...that's not fair!" His Stepmother laughed mockingly. "Why, of course it's fair, Percy. Besides, you really have NO choice in the matter, now do you? And you can start by clearing the table and doing the dishes." Percy defiantly responded, "That's girls' work!" "Take it or leave it, Percy." And with that, his beautiful Stepmother got up from the dining room table, smoothed out Her skirts, and went to Her bedroom, shutting the door behind Her. Percy clinched his fists in anger. How dare Her! He couldn't stand that b&^%$! And then he laughed to himself about how he had gotten away with sneaking into Her bedroom while She had been gone. After all, She hadn't even mentioned it at dinner. So at least She couldn't hold that over him. Percy grudgingly cleared the table, though, washed and dried the dishes, and thought about that key on Stepmother's vanity. And for the next hour, upon going up to his room, little Percy recalled his brazen morning excursion into the deep feminine confines of his strikingly beautiful stepmother's boudoir. Now he knew Her most intimate secrets surrounding Her extensive collection of expensive, lavishly lacy lingerie. And...ohhhhhh.....those petticoats!! HER petticoats!! And now he had located that evasive key to his favorite armoire. Around eight o'clock that evening Percy gave in to his temptation to wander by his Stepmother's bedroom, with the hope that he just might catch a glimpse of Her. And he wasn't disappointed! Deciding not to creep quite as closely as he had the previous night, when the floor creaked, Percy stood from afar, gazing at his beautiful Stepmother, seated comfortably at the feminine settee in front of Her vanity mirror, a gold hairbrush in Her hand, slowly brushing Her long golden blonde hair, and wearing only the beautiful lacy white satin half slip he had caught glimpses of earlier in the day, and a matching bra. Suddenly, the telephone in Her bedroom rang. Getting up to answer the bedside white French provincial telephone with gold trim, She laughed, listened intently, whispered a few things into the phone, and ended the call by saying, just loudly enough for Percy to hear, "Perfect!! Thank you for calling, Nancy. I'll be in touch." And with that, Stephanie Anderson hung up the phone, returned to take Her place on the settee, lowered Herself onto the pink cushion and smoothed her lacy satin slip as She sat down. Then, crossing Her legs, She daintily took the four-inch lacy hem between her forefingers, and draped it carefully over Her crossed legs. Percy slipped away into the dark corner of the main hall, processing what he had just witnessed, and asking himself, "Nancy? Who is 'Nancy?' I remember that name from somewhere..."

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The next morning Percy was awake by seven o'clock. He knew that if he was going to get his baseball equipment and other toys replaced by his Stepmother, then, well, he had no choice but to be downstairs, in the parlour, by nine o'clock, bathed and dressed...for tea. This was stupid!!! Only girls had tea parties! Besides, he reasoned, as soon as his stuff was replaced and he had what he wanted, he'd just stop going to tea. So, instead of showing up at nine o'clock, Percy decided he would really impress his Stepmother and arrive early. At eight thirty, washed and wearing clean clothes, Percy descended the long staircase. When She was nowhere to be seen, Percy wandered towards her bedroom. Her door was wide open. And what Percy saw made him freeze in his footsteps, resolved not to make nary a sound. There SHE was. Sitting at Her vanity. In the laciest white satin full slip he had ever seen! It was soooooo lacy. So feminine. ANd beneath the lacy bodice Percy could see more lace. A beautiful matching lace bra. He was sure. Two sets of narrow ribbon straps. The back of Her slip ultralacy, too. And.....She was putting on Her makeup. Percy was mesmerized. He watched Her dip a large brush into some powder, a slight pinkish hue, he thought, and then tap the brush before carefully applying a few quick strokes to each of her cheekbones. She did it again. Laying the large brush back down on the vanity, She then took a much smaller brush, dabbed it into a small "something" (?) and apply the light blue colored powder to her eyelids. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. Suddenly...out of nowhere...She spoke, "Oh Percy dear, would you please come in here?" Percy could hardly believe his ears...or his luck! Never before had he been invited into Stepmother's private feminine sanctuary. Never. Until now. Too stunned to respond, he remained frozen in his tracks. He didn't want his beautiful Stepmother to know that he had been in the vicinity of that lovely room. So he pretended not to hear Her. Stepmother smiled and giggled to Herself. "Oh Percy, please come here, Dear. I shan't ask you again" in Her beautiful feminine British accent. Percy froze. Should he gallup back up the stairs quickly to his room, out of range of his Stepmother's voice? Or should he...go to THE room...HER room, where he had snuck into many times before? As badly as he wanted to retreat up those stairs, he knew he could not. "Percy, be a good little boy and come in here this instant," Stepmother said cunningly. She looked at the lavish white lace bodice of Her white satin slip as it encased Her two full b ( " at " ) #$$s within Her lacy white satin bra. So lacy! So pretty! So feminine! She looked down at the four-inch wide expanse of scalloped white French lace on the hem of Her luscious slip. Now She was prepared for poor little Percy...