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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Yesterday at 04:09:59 PM »
Chapter 77.
They were waiting for him when he emerged from the school building. And so were half the years sevens, and quite a few of the upper school. But he braved it out, walking side by side with Mélisande towards the gate, the other two following behind – “like bridesmaids” suggested a girl from year eight. On the street a retinue of year sevens still clung to them, possibly intending to follow them and see what transpired, so Bobby did something which elevated Charlotte and Amelia’s growing respect for him into something like adoration: he hailed a cab, bundled them in, and ordered the driver to drive to Maria’s, the best ice-cream parlour in town. Even Mélisande was impressed, and began to think she wouldn’t give him away quite so easily as she had intended.
They arrived, a waiter held the door open for them, conducted them to a corner table, bowed slightly, and left them to peruse the menu. Charlotte and Amelia sat on the window side, Bobby and MĂ©lisande on the restaurant side.
“Well girls, have anything you want,” said Bobby. Unaccustomed to being taken out for treats by handsome sixteen-year-old guy, Charlotte and Amelia were rendered temporarily inarticulate by recurrent giggling fits. They opted to withdraw to the ladies room to recover, leaving Bobby and Mélisande facing each other across the table.
“This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? What happens now?”
“We have a nice relaxing ice-cream. Then you’ll offer to take us all to the cinema – the film starts at six, and maybe we can go for supper somewhere.”
“Very funny.”
“I’m not joking, ponyboy. I mean every word. Get used to it.”
“But…”
“You should know now you can’t mess with me. I do what I say I'll do. So suggest it as if it’s your idea. We can have a nice evening, and we can get to know each other a bit better. Remember…”
She took out her phone and showed him the picture. He panicked.
“Please put that away. I meant to talk to you about that, You can’t leave it on your phone. If someone sees it…”
“I know. But I like the risk.”
“Please, Mélisande… Look, okay, I’ll do what you want… Just be careful with that…”
“If you’re going to do what I want, then do it with confidence. Charlotte and Amelia are already pretty blown away by you. You have a modest sort of way of showing off…”
“What? How old are you? I heard someone call you “precocious”. They were right.”
“Shh. Here they come.”
They got up to let them in. As she sat down, Mélisande said in a surprised tone, “Bobby’s just offered to take us to the cinema, and then later to have some supper somewhere? Can you guys make it?”
The girls stared at him in astonishment.
“Really?” cried Charlotte. “I’ll have to ring my mum, but…wow!”
“Me too,” said Amelia. “Gosh, thanks, Bobby!”
Permission was obtained, and the three of them had a very enjoyable evening – though for Bobby, rather expensive. But he admitted to himself he was enjoying the adulation, even if it was from a couple of little girls. It made a change to be treated with admiration and respect, rather than being forced into one humiliation after another. While they were in the Italian restaurant which they went to after the cinema, Mélisande’s mother rang her and offered to pick them all up and take them to their various homes. It was a squeeze in the Porsche, and Bobby found himself being held tight by both Charlotte and Amelia, which seemed to have reinfected them with the giggling bug. But they were soon dropped off – he managed to escape with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek from Charlotte and a hug from Amelia – and then they headed for his home.
“I think you’ve quite made up for the little accident yesterday,” remarked Clarissa. Mellie sent me a picture of the flowers – beautiful! Did you choose them yourself?”
“Yes – I bought them on the way to school.”
“Well, I think you’re a great guy, Bobby. And you’ve been so kind to the girls tonight.”
I didn’t have much option, he thought, glancing at Mélisande’s smug face.
They arrived at the house, and all got out. “I’m going to say hello to your aunt quickly. She knocked and Nicole invited her in. Mélisande lingered in the garden, and he sat on the front step.
“Was that good enough for you?”
“I think you behaved quite well. You see, when you learn to do what I tell you, things work out nicely. My mummy says you can come round any time. So you're going to ask your aunt if you can stay over at mine this Friday.”
“Am I?”
“Yes. Do it now.”
The ladies were having a whispered conversation in the kitchen. “I think she likes him, actually, though I wish she wouldn’t use the whip so freely,” Clarissa was saying, apologetically.
“Oh, don’t worry. He’s quite lazy, actually. The discipline is good for him. Let her do what she needs to. Just look at the results.”
“That’s true, Nicole. They are well-matched. He’s a strong little pony, and she’s a strong rider.”
“Quite. I’m so glad she didn’t hold a grudge for what happened yesterday. It’ll be so nice if they become good friends.”
“I agree. I’ve told Mellie he can come round any time. You know, I can’t believe she hasn’t realised….”
“Aunt?”
“Hello Bobby. I hear you had quite an evening.”
“Yes, it was fun. Auntie, can I stay over at Mellie’s Friday night?”
“Oh, we were just saying… Yes, of course, if her mother…”
“You’re very welcome, Bobby. Any time.”
“Thank you. Mrs Burlington.”
“Thank you, Bobby’s aunt,” said Mélisande, appearing at the door.
“Well, we’d better get going. Talk soon, Nicole.”
“Let’s get together soon, too.”
“Absolutely.”
“Goodbye,” said Mélisande. Then she went up to Bobby and gave him a hug. “Thank you for this evening,” she said. “I’m looking forward to Friday.”
Clarissa and Nicole simpered sentimentally at this affecting scene. But they may not have had the same reaction if they had heard what she whispered in his ear before she released him.
“And bring your boot boy outfit – all of it. Understand? Or else…”
Bobby turned white. “How…” he croaked.
But she was already following her mother out of the front door.
They were waiting for him when he emerged from the school building. And so were half the years sevens, and quite a few of the upper school. But he braved it out, walking side by side with Mélisande towards the gate, the other two following behind – “like bridesmaids” suggested a girl from year eight. On the street a retinue of year sevens still clung to them, possibly intending to follow them and see what transpired, so Bobby did something which elevated Charlotte and Amelia’s growing respect for him into something like adoration: he hailed a cab, bundled them in, and ordered the driver to drive to Maria’s, the best ice-cream parlour in town. Even Mélisande was impressed, and began to think she wouldn’t give him away quite so easily as she had intended.
They arrived, a waiter held the door open for them, conducted them to a corner table, bowed slightly, and left them to peruse the menu. Charlotte and Amelia sat on the window side, Bobby and MĂ©lisande on the restaurant side.
“Well girls, have anything you want,” said Bobby. Unaccustomed to being taken out for treats by handsome sixteen-year-old guy, Charlotte and Amelia were rendered temporarily inarticulate by recurrent giggling fits. They opted to withdraw to the ladies room to recover, leaving Bobby and Mélisande facing each other across the table.
“This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? What happens now?”
“We have a nice relaxing ice-cream. Then you’ll offer to take us all to the cinema – the film starts at six, and maybe we can go for supper somewhere.”
“Very funny.”
“I’m not joking, ponyboy. I mean every word. Get used to it.”
“But…”
“You should know now you can’t mess with me. I do what I say I'll do. So suggest it as if it’s your idea. We can have a nice evening, and we can get to know each other a bit better. Remember…”
She took out her phone and showed him the picture. He panicked.
“Please put that away. I meant to talk to you about that, You can’t leave it on your phone. If someone sees it…”
“I know. But I like the risk.”
“Please, Mélisande… Look, okay, I’ll do what you want… Just be careful with that…”
“If you’re going to do what I want, then do it with confidence. Charlotte and Amelia are already pretty blown away by you. You have a modest sort of way of showing off…”
“What? How old are you? I heard someone call you “precocious”. They were right.”
“Shh. Here they come.”
They got up to let them in. As she sat down, Mélisande said in a surprised tone, “Bobby’s just offered to take us to the cinema, and then later to have some supper somewhere? Can you guys make it?”
The girls stared at him in astonishment.
“Really?” cried Charlotte. “I’ll have to ring my mum, but…wow!”
“Me too,” said Amelia. “Gosh, thanks, Bobby!”
Permission was obtained, and the three of them had a very enjoyable evening – though for Bobby, rather expensive. But he admitted to himself he was enjoying the adulation, even if it was from a couple of little girls. It made a change to be treated with admiration and respect, rather than being forced into one humiliation after another. While they were in the Italian restaurant which they went to after the cinema, Mélisande’s mother rang her and offered to pick them all up and take them to their various homes. It was a squeeze in the Porsche, and Bobby found himself being held tight by both Charlotte and Amelia, which seemed to have reinfected them with the giggling bug. But they were soon dropped off – he managed to escape with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek from Charlotte and a hug from Amelia – and then they headed for his home.
“I think you’ve quite made up for the little accident yesterday,” remarked Clarissa. Mellie sent me a picture of the flowers – beautiful! Did you choose them yourself?”
“Yes – I bought them on the way to school.”
“Well, I think you’re a great guy, Bobby. And you’ve been so kind to the girls tonight.”
I didn’t have much option, he thought, glancing at Mélisande’s smug face.
They arrived at the house, and all got out. “I’m going to say hello to your aunt quickly. She knocked and Nicole invited her in. Mélisande lingered in the garden, and he sat on the front step.
“Was that good enough for you?”
“I think you behaved quite well. You see, when you learn to do what I tell you, things work out nicely. My mummy says you can come round any time. So you're going to ask your aunt if you can stay over at mine this Friday.”
“Am I?”
“Yes. Do it now.”
The ladies were having a whispered conversation in the kitchen. “I think she likes him, actually, though I wish she wouldn’t use the whip so freely,” Clarissa was saying, apologetically.
“Oh, don’t worry. He’s quite lazy, actually. The discipline is good for him. Let her do what she needs to. Just look at the results.”
“That’s true, Nicole. They are well-matched. He’s a strong little pony, and she’s a strong rider.”
“Quite. I’m so glad she didn’t hold a grudge for what happened yesterday. It’ll be so nice if they become good friends.”
“I agree. I’ve told Mellie he can come round any time. You know, I can’t believe she hasn’t realised….”
“Aunt?”
“Hello Bobby. I hear you had quite an evening.”
“Yes, it was fun. Auntie, can I stay over at Mellie’s Friday night?”
“Oh, we were just saying… Yes, of course, if her mother…”
“You’re very welcome, Bobby. Any time.”
“Thank you. Mrs Burlington.”
“Thank you, Bobby’s aunt,” said Mélisande, appearing at the door.
“Well, we’d better get going. Talk soon, Nicole.”
“Let’s get together soon, too.”
“Absolutely.”
“Goodbye,” said Mélisande. Then she went up to Bobby and gave him a hug. “Thank you for this evening,” she said. “I’m looking forward to Friday.”
Clarissa and Nicole simpered sentimentally at this affecting scene. But they may not have had the same reaction if they had heard what she whispered in his ear before she released him.
“And bring your boot boy outfit – all of it. Understand? Or else…”
Bobby turned white. “How…” he croaked.
But she was already following her mother out of the front door.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Yesterday at 03:56:26 PM »
Chapter 76.
Clarissa wandered out into the field that constituted her back garden and rang Nicole.
“Hi. Me again. I’ve spoken to Mélisande and she seems to have no idea who Robert Tucker really is. It must have been a pure coincidence. Weird, though, isn’t it?”
Nicole had no intention of disabusing her. Anyway, it would have involved implying her daughter wasn’t telling the truth.
“It is, Clarissa. Anyway he seems genuinely contrite. I’m sure he’ll apologise properly tomorrow. Let’s keep an eye on them, shall we?”
After she got off the phone Nicole made herself a coffee and sat down quietly in the kitchen. That MĂ©lisande was something, all right. If it was her idea, it was a rather clever one for a young kid. She thought it through, murmuring to herself.
“So…somehow she finds out Bobby is Bobby the pony…she confronts him…he would be terrified in case she told her friends…. But if she told her friends it would make life difficult for him, to say the least…and it would spoil her summer’s fun. But if she simply lets it go, she loses a golden opportunity to take charge of him, to ride him at school just like she rides him at the Centre, to use him to her advantage. But they have no connection at school, so how to create one? It has to be by accident – by an accident, in fact. She dreams up a plan… He has no choice but to go along with it. And when he gets blamed, of course he can’t spill the beans or the whole story will come out. But equally she needs to contain things…so she’s propitiatory. Maybe she feels sorry for him? No, having seen her using that whip, I don’t think that’s it. No. She needs to smooth the path for some sort of relationship, which might be prejudiced if she showed resentment… That girl… I’m full of admiration. If I have any say, I’m going to help her achieve her ends…”
At school assembly the following morning, the head teacher, as head teachers do, found reason to cite the incident as a parable illustrating the dangers of unnecessary haste. Heads turned towards Mélisande, with a rather dramatic dressing on one side of her head, and Bobby, with nothing more than a cut and swollen lip. He had already received a text from her. “Meet in playground at break. You need to apologise – convincingly” And a laughing emoji.
She was waiting by the basketball post, with her friends, both of whom were looking daggers at him. He presented himself in front of them.
“M-Mélisande… Look, I’m really sorry about…”
“About cutting my head open. Oh, that’s comforting…”
“No, you know I didn’t mean to… It was a complete accident…”
“Yeah,” cut in Charlotte, “we saw. You just meant to shove her aside so you could get on first, but you tripped – cos you’re a clumsy idiot – and pushed her over that way!”
“That’s right,” added Amelia. “And even after you smashed her head against the bus, you didn’t even try to see how she was!”
“I couldn’t! She had people all round her, and those that weren’t were blaming me for everything!”
“That’s cos you were to blame for everything!” returned Charlotte.
MĂ©lisande was grimacing, but her eyes were smiling. Her friends were doing it all for her.
“Look, I was stupid – I admit it – but I can’t do much else than apologise, can I?”
“You could have brought her some flowers,” suggested Amelia, “if you’d been a gentleman…”
Bobby sighed. “I did, actually. They're in the classroom. I was going to give them to you after school, Mélisande.”
Amelia softened slightly. “Really? Bring them now then.”
“All right. I’ll be right back.”
“I didn’t really think he do something like that,” she said. “In fact, I thought he definitely wouldn’t!”
“He did, though,” whispered Charlotte. “Look.”
Bobby had reappeared holding an enormous bunch of flowers – including, Amelia noticed, and never tired of mentioning to her friends for a week thereafter, quite a few red roses!
“I’m sincerely sorry for causing the accident and for you getting hurt,” said Bobby, quietly, “Please accept these flowers, and if there’s anything else I can do…”
Mélisande took the flowers graciously. “There is something else.”
“Yes?”
Her eyes sparkled. “You could take us all for ice-creams after school.”
“All r-right. If you’re all free...”
“We are. Thank you for the flowers. I’ll ask my teacher to put them in a vase. So we’ll see you later then, Mr Robert Tucker,” she added mischievously, just to remind him of the moment she told him she knew who he was. “Come on girls…”
As they turned and went, he became aware that the meeting had attracted quite a crowd. There were whistles and cheers and “ooohs”. One of his mates shouted out something about “you got a girlfriend at last then”, and a random female voice cried, “it’s lurv!” and broke into a peal of raucous laughter. Blushing, he hurried away and sat quietly in the toilets for the rest of break. Where was all this headed?
Clarissa wandered out into the field that constituted her back garden and rang Nicole.
“Hi. Me again. I’ve spoken to Mélisande and she seems to have no idea who Robert Tucker really is. It must have been a pure coincidence. Weird, though, isn’t it?”
Nicole had no intention of disabusing her. Anyway, it would have involved implying her daughter wasn’t telling the truth.
“It is, Clarissa. Anyway he seems genuinely contrite. I’m sure he’ll apologise properly tomorrow. Let’s keep an eye on them, shall we?”
After she got off the phone Nicole made herself a coffee and sat down quietly in the kitchen. That MĂ©lisande was something, all right. If it was her idea, it was a rather clever one for a young kid. She thought it through, murmuring to herself.
“So…somehow she finds out Bobby is Bobby the pony…she confronts him…he would be terrified in case she told her friends…. But if she told her friends it would make life difficult for him, to say the least…and it would spoil her summer’s fun. But if she simply lets it go, she loses a golden opportunity to take charge of him, to ride him at school just like she rides him at the Centre, to use him to her advantage. But they have no connection at school, so how to create one? It has to be by accident – by an accident, in fact. She dreams up a plan… He has no choice but to go along with it. And when he gets blamed, of course he can’t spill the beans or the whole story will come out. But equally she needs to contain things…so she’s propitiatory. Maybe she feels sorry for him? No, having seen her using that whip, I don’t think that’s it. No. She needs to smooth the path for some sort of relationship, which might be prejudiced if she showed resentment… That girl… I’m full of admiration. If I have any say, I’m going to help her achieve her ends…”
At school assembly the following morning, the head teacher, as head teachers do, found reason to cite the incident as a parable illustrating the dangers of unnecessary haste. Heads turned towards Mélisande, with a rather dramatic dressing on one side of her head, and Bobby, with nothing more than a cut and swollen lip. He had already received a text from her. “Meet in playground at break. You need to apologise – convincingly” And a laughing emoji.
She was waiting by the basketball post, with her friends, both of whom were looking daggers at him. He presented himself in front of them.
“M-Mélisande… Look, I’m really sorry about…”
“About cutting my head open. Oh, that’s comforting…”
“No, you know I didn’t mean to… It was a complete accident…”
“Yeah,” cut in Charlotte, “we saw. You just meant to shove her aside so you could get on first, but you tripped – cos you’re a clumsy idiot – and pushed her over that way!”
“That’s right,” added Amelia. “And even after you smashed her head against the bus, you didn’t even try to see how she was!”
“I couldn’t! She had people all round her, and those that weren’t were blaming me for everything!”
“That’s cos you were to blame for everything!” returned Charlotte.
MĂ©lisande was grimacing, but her eyes were smiling. Her friends were doing it all for her.
“Look, I was stupid – I admit it – but I can’t do much else than apologise, can I?”
“You could have brought her some flowers,” suggested Amelia, “if you’d been a gentleman…”
Bobby sighed. “I did, actually. They're in the classroom. I was going to give them to you after school, Mélisande.”
Amelia softened slightly. “Really? Bring them now then.”
“All right. I’ll be right back.”
“I didn’t really think he do something like that,” she said. “In fact, I thought he definitely wouldn’t!”
“He did, though,” whispered Charlotte. “Look.”
Bobby had reappeared holding an enormous bunch of flowers – including, Amelia noticed, and never tired of mentioning to her friends for a week thereafter, quite a few red roses!
“I’m sincerely sorry for causing the accident and for you getting hurt,” said Bobby, quietly, “Please accept these flowers, and if there’s anything else I can do…”
Mélisande took the flowers graciously. “There is something else.”
“Yes?”
Her eyes sparkled. “You could take us all for ice-creams after school.”
“All r-right. If you’re all free...”
“We are. Thank you for the flowers. I’ll ask my teacher to put them in a vase. So we’ll see you later then, Mr Robert Tucker,” she added mischievously, just to remind him of the moment she told him she knew who he was. “Come on girls…”
As they turned and went, he became aware that the meeting had attracted quite a crowd. There were whistles and cheers and “ooohs”. One of his mates shouted out something about “you got a girlfriend at last then”, and a random female voice cried, “it’s lurv!” and broke into a peal of raucous laughter. Blushing, he hurried away and sat quietly in the toilets for the rest of break. Where was all this headed?
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2011-2018 Sissy Stories / Re: All at Sea
« Last post by parkintochter on Yesterday at 12:21:48 PM »
Replying to a six year old story might be weird but I want to say. I really liked the story, but I think the best part was until the baby punishment. I loved the control she had over him, but that kind of faded away, when his potty privileges were completely removed.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Yesterday at 06:37:25 AM »
Chapter 75.
Mélisande had also retired to her room. She lay on her bed, propped up on two pillows. On the bedside table was a can of drink and a plate of sandwiches. She ate and drank slowly. It wasn’t quite how she’d planned it, but the result was better than she could have hoped. There were loads of witnesses, the deputy head had been involved, and she’d been injured with lots of blood. Perfect! Now Bobby would have to apologise, and more than that, he have to treat her – and her friends, she’d make sure of that – and there would be the completely legitimate and justifiable excuse for a relationship between them. Nothing romantic, but a firm friendship in which she’d be the boss and he’d have to be loyal to her. Once that was established, and the whole school could see how an unfortunate accident had brought them together, she could dictate his actions and his behaviour. She would own him, no less. She had to admit it to herself, she was a genius. She would have him under her thumb in every aspect of his life, not merely as her pony. She could use the information she had gleaned from Diana Murchison to consolidate her position. She knew he had some sort of relationship with that annoying groom – what was her name…? Phoebe, that was it. Yes. She’d make sure to put an end to that. Maybe she’d give him to Charlotte. Why not? Charlotte fancied him all right. She could fall in love with him. Till eventually she found out all his little secrets! She’d blab to everyone then. But that would be a long way down the line, and in the meantime there was lots of harmless fun to be had…
There was a soft knock at the door.
“Darling? Are you awake?”
“Yes. Come in, mummy.”
“How are you feeling, sweetie?”
“Fine, mummy. Much better.”
“Thank goodness. Robert Tucker’s aunt rang me to apologise…”
“Oh? That was nice of her.”
“Yes. That boy….”
“Yes?”
“Is he someone you know?”
“Well, I know of him. I think he’s in year eleven. Charlotte thinks he’s dishy.”
“But you don’t know him personally?”
“Of course not. We’re nothing to the seniors.”
“Okay. Just wondered. You were very quick to forgive him.”
“Yeah. I felt sorry for him, Everyone was blaming him and calling him names, and just because he tripped. But he looks like a good guy. I bet he’ll come and apologise tomorrow. I’ll see if I can get him to buy me and my friends an ice-cream. That would be better than being resentful and making an enemy of him.”
Clarissa looked at her daughter closely, but her eyes were wide and innocent.
“That’s a very grown-up reaction, darling. When you behave like that you make me feel so proud of you…”
Mélisande had also retired to her room. She lay on her bed, propped up on two pillows. On the bedside table was a can of drink and a plate of sandwiches. She ate and drank slowly. It wasn’t quite how she’d planned it, but the result was better than she could have hoped. There were loads of witnesses, the deputy head had been involved, and she’d been injured with lots of blood. Perfect! Now Bobby would have to apologise, and more than that, he have to treat her – and her friends, she’d make sure of that – and there would be the completely legitimate and justifiable excuse for a relationship between them. Nothing romantic, but a firm friendship in which she’d be the boss and he’d have to be loyal to her. Once that was established, and the whole school could see how an unfortunate accident had brought them together, she could dictate his actions and his behaviour. She would own him, no less. She had to admit it to herself, she was a genius. She would have him under her thumb in every aspect of his life, not merely as her pony. She could use the information she had gleaned from Diana Murchison to consolidate her position. She knew he had some sort of relationship with that annoying groom – what was her name…? Phoebe, that was it. Yes. She’d make sure to put an end to that. Maybe she’d give him to Charlotte. Why not? Charlotte fancied him all right. She could fall in love with him. Till eventually she found out all his little secrets! She’d blab to everyone then. But that would be a long way down the line, and in the meantime there was lots of harmless fun to be had…
There was a soft knock at the door.
“Darling? Are you awake?”
“Yes. Come in, mummy.”
“How are you feeling, sweetie?”
“Fine, mummy. Much better.”
“Thank goodness. Robert Tucker’s aunt rang me to apologise…”
“Oh? That was nice of her.”
“Yes. That boy….”
“Yes?”
“Is he someone you know?”
“Well, I know of him. I think he’s in year eleven. Charlotte thinks he’s dishy.”
“But you don’t know him personally?”
“Of course not. We’re nothing to the seniors.”
“Okay. Just wondered. You were very quick to forgive him.”
“Yeah. I felt sorry for him, Everyone was blaming him and calling him names, and just because he tripped. But he looks like a good guy. I bet he’ll come and apologise tomorrow. I’ll see if I can get him to buy me and my friends an ice-cream. That would be better than being resentful and making an enemy of him.”
Clarissa looked at her daughter closely, but her eyes were wide and innocent.
“That’s a very grown-up reaction, darling. When you behave like that you make me feel so proud of you…”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Yesterday at 05:53:40 AM »
Chapter 74.
It seemed a strange way to begin a friendship. But then, he guessed, it was going to be a strange sort of friendship, one in which he would be at her beck and call twenty-four seven, and in constant fear of discovery. The thought of her being in possession of that photo tormented him. He must beg her to get it off her phone. It was one thing for his aunt and the grown-ups to know his secret – but a girl four years his junior? Girls of that age hadn’t learned responsibility and weren’t governed by the normal laws of rational behaviour. They were impulsive and unpredictable. Every moment of every day he was going to be in a state of heightened anxiety, fearful of what she might do next. And this mad plan of hers demonstrated just how reckless she could be…
Tuesday came. He was distracted all day. She winked at him in the playground during lunchbreak. Suppose someone had seen? The end of lessons came. His heart was beating fast. He was about to hurry out when his teacher stopped him.
“Robert? Can I have a word?”
“Yes, miss?”
“Are you all right? You haven’t seemed your usual cheerful self today.”
“It’s nothing, miss, really. Just, er, thinking about the exams…”
“Is that so? Are you worried? You shouldn’t be. You’ve been doing so well in the mocks. I’m sure…”
“Miss – I have to go. Sorry.”
“Just a second. If there’s anything I can help with…”
Sorry, miss…goodbye…”
He rushed out. He was late now. Perhaps the bus would be late too. “No mistakes…or else…” That’s exactly what she’d said. Shit!
He ran full speed across the playground. As he turned out of the gate he saw the bus was at the stop. He was a good runner. Perhaps he could still make it…
At the bus stop, Mélisande and her friends were about to board. Not seeing Bobby anywhere, she had delayed by pretending to think she had left something important behind, but now the bus was waiting for them. On went Charlotte, followed by Amelia. She frowned. “That idiot…!” But at that moment she saw him, approaching at a rate of knots. At last!
“C’mon, Mellie,” said Amelia. “Get on!”
Okay, he was here. She put on foot on the step.
Possibly Bobby slipped on the grass. Possibly he fell over his own feet. Whatever the cause, he tripped and hurtled headlong into Mélisande. He knocked her off her feet. Her head smashed against the door of the bus and she fell out onto the grass. Bobby’s face came into sharp contact with the metal step, and he rolled bleeding into the gutter. There were screams and cries from inside and outside the bus. The driver turned off the engine. People crowded round to attend to them.
“Idiot! What did he think he was doing?”
“Poor girl!”
“Clumsy great fool!”
“She’s bleeding! Call an ambulance.”
A lady had helped MĂ©lisande to sit up. There was blood in her hair and on her cheek.
“No. I’m okay…”
“You’re not, dear. You hit your head.”
Bobby had climbed out of the gutter and was kneeling on the grass. His lip was bleeding, but no-one was taking much notice. Then a woman pushed her way through the little crowd.
“I’m the deputy head. Don’t call an ambulance. It’ll take ages to get here. I’ll take them to A and E. My cars right there.” She pointed to the school car park. “Don’t move them. I’ll bring it here.”
Mrs Lumley was a brisk, efficient woman in her sixties. She had dealt with many similar incidents over the years and was immune to fluster or panic. Within two minutes she had parked behind the bus, and the two children were being helped inside. Charlotte and Amelia insisted on coming with them. They sat in the back, one on each side of their friend, with their arms round her, holding a handkerchief to her head. Bobby sat in front with a tissue pressed to his lip. Mrs Lumley drove fast, and with typical discretion made no comment about the accident, and simply reassured the children that they’d be there soon.
They were soon sitting in the hospital waiting area, the three girls in a row, Mélisande in the middle, then Mrs Lumley and Bobby. Nothing was said, though Bobby was conscious everyone was blaming him for the accident. If only his teacher hadn’t held him up.
It wasn’t a long wait. Their injuries were minor, and they were soon patched up. Mrs Lumley drove everyone home, Bobby last. She still made no comment about what had happened. Bobby felt it inc-umbent on him to say something.
“Thanks for helping us, Mrs Lumley. I’m really sorry. I was running too fast, and I just tripped.”
“Well you should reserve your apologies for Mélisande. It’s lucky no serious harm was done. Her mother was quite upset. But I must tell you, Mélisande kept insisting it wasn’t entirely your fault. I don’t know how she could say that, but she clearly wanted to protect you. So you should thank her doubly. And maybe think of doing something nice to make amends.”
“I will, Mrs Lumley.”
“You’re both all right – that’s all that matters.” She pulled up outside Nicole’s house, and smiled. “Take care, Bobby. See you tomorrow.”
He had to explain the whole thing over again to his aunt. She was suspicious.
“You weren’t trying to get back at her, were you?”
“No, auntie. I told you. It was just an accident. Mélisande knows that. She even told her mother.”
“She did? I’m going to ring her, anyway.”
“Sure.”
She dialled Clarissa’s number.
“Hi. This is Bobby’s aunt. I’m just ringing to ask how Mélisande is, and to apologise… Oh, thank goodness. Look, I’m really sorry… She does? But he knocked her over… Well, that’s very generous of her… Do you think…? Yes, I wonder. I’m going to ask him. Anyway, I hope she’s all right. Will she be in tomorrow? Oh, good. Let’s keep in touch. Yes, great. Bye…”
She turned back to Bobby. She looked at him suspiciously.
“Tell me… By any chance, does Mélisande know that you’re Bobby the pony?”
“N-no…of course not…”
“She does! I can see it written all over your face! There’s no other reason she would let you off!” She laughed so much she had to sit down. “Oh, Bobby! She’s found out! Oh, you’re in real trouble now! I shouldn’t laugh…ha, ha, ha! No, it’s really not funny. Not for you, anyway…”
“It’s no big deal!”
“No, of course not,” she said, suppressing her mirth, “it’s nothing. Merely that a talkative little first year with lots of talkative friends has just been put in hospital by a boy she rides as a pony, a mysterious boy whose identity everyone would like to know! No, that’s no big deal.”
“It’s not like that, auntie! It was her idea in the first place!”
Nicole stopped laughing. “What?”
“Oh, forget it! You don’t understand. I’m going to my room.”
And he turned and walked out.
Nicole looked after him, puzzled.
“Her idea? What’s going on? What are those two up to? Oh, well, just another twist, I guess. It’ll all come out in the wash…”
It seemed a strange way to begin a friendship. But then, he guessed, it was going to be a strange sort of friendship, one in which he would be at her beck and call twenty-four seven, and in constant fear of discovery. The thought of her being in possession of that photo tormented him. He must beg her to get it off her phone. It was one thing for his aunt and the grown-ups to know his secret – but a girl four years his junior? Girls of that age hadn’t learned responsibility and weren’t governed by the normal laws of rational behaviour. They were impulsive and unpredictable. Every moment of every day he was going to be in a state of heightened anxiety, fearful of what she might do next. And this mad plan of hers demonstrated just how reckless she could be…
Tuesday came. He was distracted all day. She winked at him in the playground during lunchbreak. Suppose someone had seen? The end of lessons came. His heart was beating fast. He was about to hurry out when his teacher stopped him.
“Robert? Can I have a word?”
“Yes, miss?”
“Are you all right? You haven’t seemed your usual cheerful self today.”
“It’s nothing, miss, really. Just, er, thinking about the exams…”
“Is that so? Are you worried? You shouldn’t be. You’ve been doing so well in the mocks. I’m sure…”
“Miss – I have to go. Sorry.”
“Just a second. If there’s anything I can help with…”
Sorry, miss…goodbye…”
He rushed out. He was late now. Perhaps the bus would be late too. “No mistakes…or else…” That’s exactly what she’d said. Shit!
He ran full speed across the playground. As he turned out of the gate he saw the bus was at the stop. He was a good runner. Perhaps he could still make it…
At the bus stop, Mélisande and her friends were about to board. Not seeing Bobby anywhere, she had delayed by pretending to think she had left something important behind, but now the bus was waiting for them. On went Charlotte, followed by Amelia. She frowned. “That idiot…!” But at that moment she saw him, approaching at a rate of knots. At last!
“C’mon, Mellie,” said Amelia. “Get on!”
Okay, he was here. She put on foot on the step.
Possibly Bobby slipped on the grass. Possibly he fell over his own feet. Whatever the cause, he tripped and hurtled headlong into Mélisande. He knocked her off her feet. Her head smashed against the door of the bus and she fell out onto the grass. Bobby’s face came into sharp contact with the metal step, and he rolled bleeding into the gutter. There were screams and cries from inside and outside the bus. The driver turned off the engine. People crowded round to attend to them.
“Idiot! What did he think he was doing?”
“Poor girl!”
“Clumsy great fool!”
“She’s bleeding! Call an ambulance.”
A lady had helped MĂ©lisande to sit up. There was blood in her hair and on her cheek.
“No. I’m okay…”
“You’re not, dear. You hit your head.”
Bobby had climbed out of the gutter and was kneeling on the grass. His lip was bleeding, but no-one was taking much notice. Then a woman pushed her way through the little crowd.
“I’m the deputy head. Don’t call an ambulance. It’ll take ages to get here. I’ll take them to A and E. My cars right there.” She pointed to the school car park. “Don’t move them. I’ll bring it here.”
Mrs Lumley was a brisk, efficient woman in her sixties. She had dealt with many similar incidents over the years and was immune to fluster or panic. Within two minutes she had parked behind the bus, and the two children were being helped inside. Charlotte and Amelia insisted on coming with them. They sat in the back, one on each side of their friend, with their arms round her, holding a handkerchief to her head. Bobby sat in front with a tissue pressed to his lip. Mrs Lumley drove fast, and with typical discretion made no comment about the accident, and simply reassured the children that they’d be there soon.
They were soon sitting in the hospital waiting area, the three girls in a row, Mélisande in the middle, then Mrs Lumley and Bobby. Nothing was said, though Bobby was conscious everyone was blaming him for the accident. If only his teacher hadn’t held him up.
It wasn’t a long wait. Their injuries were minor, and they were soon patched up. Mrs Lumley drove everyone home, Bobby last. She still made no comment about what had happened. Bobby felt it inc-umbent on him to say something.
“Thanks for helping us, Mrs Lumley. I’m really sorry. I was running too fast, and I just tripped.”
“Well you should reserve your apologies for Mélisande. It’s lucky no serious harm was done. Her mother was quite upset. But I must tell you, Mélisande kept insisting it wasn’t entirely your fault. I don’t know how she could say that, but she clearly wanted to protect you. So you should thank her doubly. And maybe think of doing something nice to make amends.”
“I will, Mrs Lumley.”
“You’re both all right – that’s all that matters.” She pulled up outside Nicole’s house, and smiled. “Take care, Bobby. See you tomorrow.”
He had to explain the whole thing over again to his aunt. She was suspicious.
“You weren’t trying to get back at her, were you?”
“No, auntie. I told you. It was just an accident. Mélisande knows that. She even told her mother.”
“She did? I’m going to ring her, anyway.”
“Sure.”
She dialled Clarissa’s number.
“Hi. This is Bobby’s aunt. I’m just ringing to ask how Mélisande is, and to apologise… Oh, thank goodness. Look, I’m really sorry… She does? But he knocked her over… Well, that’s very generous of her… Do you think…? Yes, I wonder. I’m going to ask him. Anyway, I hope she’s all right. Will she be in tomorrow? Oh, good. Let’s keep in touch. Yes, great. Bye…”
She turned back to Bobby. She looked at him suspiciously.
“Tell me… By any chance, does Mélisande know that you’re Bobby the pony?”
“N-no…of course not…”
“She does! I can see it written all over your face! There’s no other reason she would let you off!” She laughed so much she had to sit down. “Oh, Bobby! She’s found out! Oh, you’re in real trouble now! I shouldn’t laugh…ha, ha, ha! No, it’s really not funny. Not for you, anyway…”
“It’s no big deal!”
“No, of course not,” she said, suppressing her mirth, “it’s nothing. Merely that a talkative little first year with lots of talkative friends has just been put in hospital by a boy she rides as a pony, a mysterious boy whose identity everyone would like to know! No, that’s no big deal.”
“It’s not like that, auntie! It was her idea in the first place!”
Nicole stopped laughing. “What?”
“Oh, forget it! You don’t understand. I’m going to my room.”
And he turned and walked out.
Nicole looked after him, puzzled.
“Her idea? What’s going on? What are those two up to? Oh, well, just another twist, I guess. It’ll all come out in the wash…”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: New Arrangements for Josh
« Last post by RibbonBound on May 01, 2024, 07:13:04 PM »
Just caught up on this story and wow... This is really an amazing story. You are so gifted with the detail of your descriptions. So many times my toes curled in sympathy at how humiliating this whole ordeal is... Right before I squealed in delight!
Thank you so much for sharing this with us!
Thank you so much for sharing this with us!
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on May 01, 2024, 04:06:53 PM »
Chapter 73.
By Saturday she had formulated a plan, and done some discreet research in back numbers of the school magazine.
“Here he is… Robert Tucker. Got you, Bobby!”
Bobby must have foreseen things were only going to get harder for him, because he’d spent two hours in the gym each day for the previous three days. Just as well. He knew he was in for it at the first stroke of Mélisande’s new whip. The sound of the smack when it first connected with his flank turned every head in the yard. From then on he was flat out, running as fast as his little legs would carry him, the ridged popper biting at his flesh on alternate sides as his rider showed off her skill in changing whip hand, while the tears streamed from his eyes. When the session finally came to an end he collapsed on his side, his buttocks and upper thighs on fire from the punishment they had received. Mélisande sat down beside him. She was smiling with satisfaction at getting her revenge, and with anticipation of his reaction to what she was about to tell him. She pulled out his earplugs.
“I think you put in an improved performance, Bobby. Do you like my new crop? I was just testing it today – a gentle introduction so you’ll know what to expect from now on. But I have something important to tell you. I know who you are, Mr Robert Tucker….”
She saw his eyes widen in fear. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to out you. It wouldn’t be in my interests. But it would be nice if we could be friends at school.”
Bobby shook his head vigorously. She ignored him.
“To do that without causing suspicion there's only one way - for us to become acquainted by accident. I’ve thought it all through. This is how it’s going to happen. Next Tuesday after school I and my friends get the bus to Charlotte’s house from the stop right outside the school. Listen! This is important. I will let them get on first. As I go to follow, you will come barrelling along the pavement and push in in front of me. I will fall over. There’s grass on the verge there so I won’t be hurt, though I may pretend to be. Make it convincing. There’ll be kids there watching and we need witnesses.”
Bobby frowned, not quite getting it.
“So, then you, realising you’ve knocked me over, will help me up and start apologising. I’ll get angry, and you won’t know how to make amends. You’ll help me onto the bus. Then…well, you just follow my lead.”
He looked at her, puzzled.
“Just follow my lead. Simple as that. You’ll see. If you make any stupid mistakes, you’re toast. Can you imagine if your mates see this?”
She held up her phone. Bobby nearly fainted. She laughed.
“Now do you get it? No mistakes…or else… And let's exchange numbers.”
By Saturday she had formulated a plan, and done some discreet research in back numbers of the school magazine.
“Here he is… Robert Tucker. Got you, Bobby!”
Bobby must have foreseen things were only going to get harder for him, because he’d spent two hours in the gym each day for the previous three days. Just as well. He knew he was in for it at the first stroke of Mélisande’s new whip. The sound of the smack when it first connected with his flank turned every head in the yard. From then on he was flat out, running as fast as his little legs would carry him, the ridged popper biting at his flesh on alternate sides as his rider showed off her skill in changing whip hand, while the tears streamed from his eyes. When the session finally came to an end he collapsed on his side, his buttocks and upper thighs on fire from the punishment they had received. Mélisande sat down beside him. She was smiling with satisfaction at getting her revenge, and with anticipation of his reaction to what she was about to tell him. She pulled out his earplugs.
“I think you put in an improved performance, Bobby. Do you like my new crop? I was just testing it today – a gentle introduction so you’ll know what to expect from now on. But I have something important to tell you. I know who you are, Mr Robert Tucker….”
She saw his eyes widen in fear. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to out you. It wouldn’t be in my interests. But it would be nice if we could be friends at school.”
Bobby shook his head vigorously. She ignored him.
“To do that without causing suspicion there's only one way - for us to become acquainted by accident. I’ve thought it all through. This is how it’s going to happen. Next Tuesday after school I and my friends get the bus to Charlotte’s house from the stop right outside the school. Listen! This is important. I will let them get on first. As I go to follow, you will come barrelling along the pavement and push in in front of me. I will fall over. There’s grass on the verge there so I won’t be hurt, though I may pretend to be. Make it convincing. There’ll be kids there watching and we need witnesses.”
Bobby frowned, not quite getting it.
“So, then you, realising you’ve knocked me over, will help me up and start apologising. I’ll get angry, and you won’t know how to make amends. You’ll help me onto the bus. Then…well, you just follow my lead.”
He looked at her, puzzled.
“Just follow my lead. Simple as that. You’ll see. If you make any stupid mistakes, you’re toast. Can you imagine if your mates see this?”
She held up her phone. Bobby nearly fainted. She laughed.
“Now do you get it? No mistakes…or else… And let's exchange numbers.”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on May 01, 2024, 04:01:29 PM »
Chapter 72.
Mélisande’s house was through a pair of automatic iron gates and at the end of a gravel drive.
“What a beautiful house!” exclaimed Miss Murchison as she pulled up. Oh, I see your mother drives a Porsche too. We both have good taste, obviously. Now, there’s my number – ring me and I’ll have yours. That’s it.”
“Er…the photo…?”
“Oh. Almost forgot. There you go. Oh, your mother’s here. Let me say hello.”
They got out. Mélisande didn’t have a chance to check the photo. She slipped her phone into her pocket.
“Hi mummy. This is Miss Murchison.”
“Hello. Lovely to meet you. I’m Clarissa Burlington. Thank you so much for bringing my daughter home.”
“Diana Murchison. It was a pleasure. And a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Burlington.”
“Clarissa, please, Diana.”
“You know you have a very talented daughter I suppose. Perfect seat and perfect balance. Rare in someone so young.”
“Oh, she’s been on a horse before she could walk. But I’m pleased to hear you say that.”
“Well, a horse is one thing… But a boy-pony! That takes real skill.”
“I hear she’s making progress…”
“Oh, he’s learning fast. He has no choice.”
“And mummy, Miss Murchison’s given me a new crop! Look!”
Mrs Burlington took it and balanced it in her hand. “That’s a good sturdy one, all right.”
“He needs to know who’s the boss, Clarissa. I hope it helps.”
“He can go faster, mummy. He’s just lazy.”
“Thank you, Diana. I’ve just poured myself a drink. Would you care to…?”
“I could have one very small one. Thank you.”
With the ladies ensconced in the large and rather luxurious kitchen sipping their drinks, Mélisande pulled off her boots, dashed up to her room, threw herself on the bed and feverishly tapped at her phone. There was the message….
Her mouth fell open. It’s him! That guy! I don’t believe it! Of all people…
She stared at Bobby’s face for a full minute, then rolled onto her back and stared silently at the ceiling, checking her phone every now and then to make sure she hadn’t imagined it.
At school, the year seven girls were in awe of the seniors, but particularly of the year eleven boys. The sixth formers looked like grown-ups, but the year elevens felt somehow just attainable, and they idolised good-looking ones. Mélisande had two close friends, Charlotte and Amelia, and the guy they fantasized about the most was…Bobby! Up to that moment she hadn’t even known his name, but that blond hair and those blue eyes had even appeared in her dreams! And now she discovered…this! And she had always thought he was super-cool!
Her first impulse was to ring Charlotte and spill everything. She had even picked up her phone. But she quickly realised that would be the biggest mistake she could make. If her friends -if anyone – found out, Bobby would become a laughing-stock, and everything would fall apart. No, she needed to play it cool. She was in a position of immense power, and she must husband that power for as long as possible. She needed to protect him to protect herself. Nevertheless, her relationship with him had changed suddenly, from merely having charge of his pony exploits – to being able to control his entire life!
She spent most of the evening and half the night thinking. She would exploit her knowledge, but with great care. It was known she had won the competition to ride the mysterious boy-pony at Pitt’s Wood, so any connection with a year eleven boy might throw suspicion on him as being her mount. But she wanted to make a connection somehow. Imagine the kudos in having the coolest-looking – she could no longer think of him as the coolest – the coolest-looking year eleven guy as a buddy. She’d be the heroine of year seven. No-one would dare cheek or touch her! But how to manage it….
Mélisande’s house was through a pair of automatic iron gates and at the end of a gravel drive.
“What a beautiful house!” exclaimed Miss Murchison as she pulled up. Oh, I see your mother drives a Porsche too. We both have good taste, obviously. Now, there’s my number – ring me and I’ll have yours. That’s it.”
“Er…the photo…?”
“Oh. Almost forgot. There you go. Oh, your mother’s here. Let me say hello.”
They got out. Mélisande didn’t have a chance to check the photo. She slipped her phone into her pocket.
“Hi mummy. This is Miss Murchison.”
“Hello. Lovely to meet you. I’m Clarissa Burlington. Thank you so much for bringing my daughter home.”
“Diana Murchison. It was a pleasure. And a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Burlington.”
“Clarissa, please, Diana.”
“You know you have a very talented daughter I suppose. Perfect seat and perfect balance. Rare in someone so young.”
“Oh, she’s been on a horse before she could walk. But I’m pleased to hear you say that.”
“Well, a horse is one thing… But a boy-pony! That takes real skill.”
“I hear she’s making progress…”
“Oh, he’s learning fast. He has no choice.”
“And mummy, Miss Murchison’s given me a new crop! Look!”
Mrs Burlington took it and balanced it in her hand. “That’s a good sturdy one, all right.”
“He needs to know who’s the boss, Clarissa. I hope it helps.”
“He can go faster, mummy. He’s just lazy.”
“Thank you, Diana. I’ve just poured myself a drink. Would you care to…?”
“I could have one very small one. Thank you.”
With the ladies ensconced in the large and rather luxurious kitchen sipping their drinks, Mélisande pulled off her boots, dashed up to her room, threw herself on the bed and feverishly tapped at her phone. There was the message….
Her mouth fell open. It’s him! That guy! I don’t believe it! Of all people…
She stared at Bobby’s face for a full minute, then rolled onto her back and stared silently at the ceiling, checking her phone every now and then to make sure she hadn’t imagined it.
At school, the year seven girls were in awe of the seniors, but particularly of the year eleven boys. The sixth formers looked like grown-ups, but the year elevens felt somehow just attainable, and they idolised good-looking ones. Mélisande had two close friends, Charlotte and Amelia, and the guy they fantasized about the most was…Bobby! Up to that moment she hadn’t even known his name, but that blond hair and those blue eyes had even appeared in her dreams! And now she discovered…this! And she had always thought he was super-cool!
Her first impulse was to ring Charlotte and spill everything. She had even picked up her phone. But she quickly realised that would be the biggest mistake she could make. If her friends -if anyone – found out, Bobby would become a laughing-stock, and everything would fall apart. No, she needed to play it cool. She was in a position of immense power, and she must husband that power for as long as possible. She needed to protect him to protect herself. Nevertheless, her relationship with him had changed suddenly, from merely having charge of his pony exploits – to being able to control his entire life!
She spent most of the evening and half the night thinking. She would exploit her knowledge, but with great care. It was known she had won the competition to ride the mysterious boy-pony at Pitt’s Wood, so any connection with a year eleven boy might throw suspicion on him as being her mount. But she wanted to make a connection somehow. Imagine the kudos in having the coolest-looking – she could no longer think of him as the coolest – the coolest-looking year eleven guy as a buddy. She’d be the heroine of year seven. No-one would dare cheek or touch her! But how to manage it….
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on May 01, 2024, 09:23:22 AM »
Chapter 71.
“Mélisande! I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long! Let’s go to my car and I’ll show you what I was talking about. So, how long have you been riding? Your technique is flawless…”
Miss Murchison drove a yellow Porsche. She opened the door and reached into the back.
“I think this is what you need. This should break him of any unruly habits.”
She handed MĂ©lisande a short, thick crop with a broad leather flap at the end.
“Try that for feel. Okay?”
“It’s a good weight. I like it.”
“Now look at the popper.”
The leather flap was about five centimetres broad, but it was unusual in that it had two raised horizontal ridges on either side.
“I’ve never seen one like that!”
“Probably not. I had it made especially for a big, insensitive animal I used to own. He couldn’t feel an ordinary whip, but this he responded to. Now that pony of yours has a thick latex skin. After he had changed I noticed the strokes you gave him today were hardly visible. This should be more effective. Have it as a present from me.”
“Thank you so much. I’ll be sure to use it from now on. But you said…after he’d changed?”
“Oh, you know, into his boot boy outfit. Little frilly rubber pants! You didn’t know? Oh dear, me and my big mouth. Promise not to tell anyone?”
“Of course not, miss. But please tell me more.”
“All right. In the car.”
On the drive home, Diana Murchison gave Mélisande a full description of Bobby’s outfit, and an amusing account of his embarrassment.
“Oh, I know we shouldn’t have, but really, we couldn’t resist it. You should have seen him squirm! I mean, how often would you get to see such a big boy like that in such tiny little shorts? And latex, too! They left nothing to the imagination, let me tell you. And apparently – remember this is all a total secret – apparently he’s going to work at Pitt’s Wood as the official boot boy in the summer! It’s true! The girls will be queuing up I should think!”
MĂ©lisande listened in silent astonishment. Who was this Bobby she was training? She wanted to know more, now. And she wanted that photo.
“Did you…er, get any photos of him in his uniform?”
“Regrettably no. We weren’t allowed. But his guardian has agreed I can have him as my page at my sixtieth – that’s Sunday week. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to make up for it then.”
“But you did get one snap…?”
“Oh! You saw. That was a bit naughty, wasn’t it?”
“Can you let me have it? He’s so shy, he hates other people seeing his face when he’s in his pony suit. I have, of course. But I don’t have a single photograph of us from the front. ”
“Well…. Don’t tell anyone, will you? I’ll send it to you when I drop you off. And in any case we should exchange phone numbers. You can tell me how you’re getting on with your new crop… ”
“Mélisande! I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long! Let’s go to my car and I’ll show you what I was talking about. So, how long have you been riding? Your technique is flawless…”
Miss Murchison drove a yellow Porsche. She opened the door and reached into the back.
“I think this is what you need. This should break him of any unruly habits.”
She handed MĂ©lisande a short, thick crop with a broad leather flap at the end.
“Try that for feel. Okay?”
“It’s a good weight. I like it.”
“Now look at the popper.”
The leather flap was about five centimetres broad, but it was unusual in that it had two raised horizontal ridges on either side.
“I’ve never seen one like that!”
“Probably not. I had it made especially for a big, insensitive animal I used to own. He couldn’t feel an ordinary whip, but this he responded to. Now that pony of yours has a thick latex skin. After he had changed I noticed the strokes you gave him today were hardly visible. This should be more effective. Have it as a present from me.”
“Thank you so much. I’ll be sure to use it from now on. But you said…after he’d changed?”
“Oh, you know, into his boot boy outfit. Little frilly rubber pants! You didn’t know? Oh dear, me and my big mouth. Promise not to tell anyone?”
“Of course not, miss. But please tell me more.”
“All right. In the car.”
On the drive home, Diana Murchison gave Mélisande a full description of Bobby’s outfit, and an amusing account of his embarrassment.
“Oh, I know we shouldn’t have, but really, we couldn’t resist it. You should have seen him squirm! I mean, how often would you get to see such a big boy like that in such tiny little shorts? And latex, too! They left nothing to the imagination, let me tell you. And apparently – remember this is all a total secret – apparently he’s going to work at Pitt’s Wood as the official boot boy in the summer! It’s true! The girls will be queuing up I should think!”
MĂ©lisande listened in silent astonishment. Who was this Bobby she was training? She wanted to know more, now. And she wanted that photo.
“Did you…er, get any photos of him in his uniform?”
“Regrettably no. We weren’t allowed. But his guardian has agreed I can have him as my page at my sixtieth – that’s Sunday week. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to make up for it then.”
“But you did get one snap…?”
“Oh! You saw. That was a bit naughty, wasn’t it?”
“Can you let me have it? He’s so shy, he hates other people seeing his face when he’s in his pony suit. I have, of course. But I don’t have a single photograph of us from the front. ”
“Well…. Don’t tell anyone, will you? I’ll send it to you when I drop you off. And in any case we should exchange phone numbers. You can tell me how you’re getting on with your new crop… ”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on May 01, 2024, 09:18:06 AM »
Chapter 70.
It took a good half hour to get Bobby nice and clean and fresh and into his boot boy uniform. It felt so nice to have his limbs free and that annoying girl off his back that he was almost grateful to get into his pretty pink and red outfit. He pulled up his socks, adjusted his gloves, and pulled on his cap, then made his way to the kitchen and collected a large tray of coffee and biscuits. Nicole gave him a final briefing.
“Be polite. Bow after you put down the tray. Hands behind your back. Be agreeable and willing. Understand?”
“Yes, auntie.”
“And smile. Come on. They’re going to love you. It’s important to Miss Poole that you impress her backers. Be cute, if you like.”
“Yes, aunt.”
“And don’t worry. Miss Poole’s asked them not to take any pictures.”
“That’s a relief…”
“Right. Here we go. She opened the door of the boardroom for him. He entered, feeling rather exposed and vulnerable after the anonymous confines of the pony suit. He coloured slightly at the inevitable gasps of surprise from the visitors. He advanced, placed the tray on the table, bowed, and stood before them, hands behind him, one holding the other wrist, just as he had been instructed. Polly gave him a little round of applause.
“Bobby! That’s such an amazing outfit!”
All three of them were staring at his little shorts. He blushed crimson.
“Thank you miss. My aunt…”
“They’re latex, aren’t they?” interrupted Eleanor. “Very practical.”
“And smart,” added Diana, a big grin on her face.
“Yes,” said Miss Poole, “we’re hoping Bobby, as well as his pony duties, will work as our official boot boy this summer. You can imagine how many boots need cleaning. And you’re fully trained, aren’t you, dear?”
He knew what was expected of him.
“Yes, Miss Poole.”
“Come round, darling,” smiled Diana. “Let us have a closer look.”
He made his way round the table to where the three were sitting. They swivelled round in their chairs, looking him up and down. He could feel his cheeks burning. His embarrassment was obvious, but they clearly found it highly amusing. Diana Murchison ran a hand provocatively down his flank, making him flinch. She noticed three red marks just below the leg band. She said nothing, but, “that girl knows how to use a whip,” she thought.
“Feel that latex, Polly…like silk…”
Polly ruffled the frilling. “Such a cute design…”
Bobby stiffened awkwardly, and looked over at Nicole. She frowned and motioned slightly with her head. He knew what she wanted. Keeping his thighs and feet pressed firmly together, he squirmed as cutely as he could.
“Miss…that tickles…”
Everyone laughed. The three ladies beamed with delight.
Diana Murchison took his hand. “Bobby? Would you consider being my page for a day? It’s my sixtieth in a couple of weeks. It’s a Sunday. I’d love to have you help my maid with service.”
Well, I…”
“Of course I’d pay you. Eleanor and Polly will be there too, so you needn’t be shy.”
“I’m sure Bobby would love to help out, Diana,” smiled Miss Poole. “Is he free, Nicole?”
“For Ms Murchison, of course, Violet.”
“Well that’s settled then. Nicole, I’ll leave you and Diana to work out the details.”
“Of course.”
Bobby felt sick. But there was no time for speculation about what his duties might be. For the rest of the meeting he was occupied ferrying drinks, food, and dirty cups and plates back and forth. Once when he took Magda another coffee, she placed her hand softly on his bottom, and whispered in his ear.
“Don’t forget my boots, Bobby. I won’t wait forever.” She winked.
He gulped. Here mere proximity was enough to make his coc-k stir and begin to swell.
“I’ll find another boot boy if you’re not careful…”
He was going to be busy, that was for sure.
Finally the meeting broke up, and he had to suffer the predictable round of hugs and kisses before he was finally free. When they had all left, Nicole ruffled his hair.
“Great work, Bobby. You made all the difference. Miss Poole’s very happy with you. Now, let’s hang back a bit till Mélisande’s well out of the way…”
It took a good half hour to get Bobby nice and clean and fresh and into his boot boy uniform. It felt so nice to have his limbs free and that annoying girl off his back that he was almost grateful to get into his pretty pink and red outfit. He pulled up his socks, adjusted his gloves, and pulled on his cap, then made his way to the kitchen and collected a large tray of coffee and biscuits. Nicole gave him a final briefing.
“Be polite. Bow after you put down the tray. Hands behind your back. Be agreeable and willing. Understand?”
“Yes, auntie.”
“And smile. Come on. They’re going to love you. It’s important to Miss Poole that you impress her backers. Be cute, if you like.”
“Yes, aunt.”
“And don’t worry. Miss Poole’s asked them not to take any pictures.”
“That’s a relief…”
“Right. Here we go. She opened the door of the boardroom for him. He entered, feeling rather exposed and vulnerable after the anonymous confines of the pony suit. He coloured slightly at the inevitable gasps of surprise from the visitors. He advanced, placed the tray on the table, bowed, and stood before them, hands behind him, one holding the other wrist, just as he had been instructed. Polly gave him a little round of applause.
“Bobby! That’s such an amazing outfit!”
All three of them were staring at his little shorts. He blushed crimson.
“Thank you miss. My aunt…”
“They’re latex, aren’t they?” interrupted Eleanor. “Very practical.”
“And smart,” added Diana, a big grin on her face.
“Yes,” said Miss Poole, “we’re hoping Bobby, as well as his pony duties, will work as our official boot boy this summer. You can imagine how many boots need cleaning. And you’re fully trained, aren’t you, dear?”
He knew what was expected of him.
“Yes, Miss Poole.”
“Come round, darling,” smiled Diana. “Let us have a closer look.”
He made his way round the table to where the three were sitting. They swivelled round in their chairs, looking him up and down. He could feel his cheeks burning. His embarrassment was obvious, but they clearly found it highly amusing. Diana Murchison ran a hand provocatively down his flank, making him flinch. She noticed three red marks just below the leg band. She said nothing, but, “that girl knows how to use a whip,” she thought.
“Feel that latex, Polly…like silk…”
Polly ruffled the frilling. “Such a cute design…”
Bobby stiffened awkwardly, and looked over at Nicole. She frowned and motioned slightly with her head. He knew what she wanted. Keeping his thighs and feet pressed firmly together, he squirmed as cutely as he could.
“Miss…that tickles…”
Everyone laughed. The three ladies beamed with delight.
Diana Murchison took his hand. “Bobby? Would you consider being my page for a day? It’s my sixtieth in a couple of weeks. It’s a Sunday. I’d love to have you help my maid with service.”
Well, I…”
“Of course I’d pay you. Eleanor and Polly will be there too, so you needn’t be shy.”
“I’m sure Bobby would love to help out, Diana,” smiled Miss Poole. “Is he free, Nicole?”
“For Ms Murchison, of course, Violet.”
“Well that’s settled then. Nicole, I’ll leave you and Diana to work out the details.”
“Of course.”
Bobby felt sick. But there was no time for speculation about what his duties might be. For the rest of the meeting he was occupied ferrying drinks, food, and dirty cups and plates back and forth. Once when he took Magda another coffee, she placed her hand softly on his bottom, and whispered in his ear.
“Don’t forget my boots, Bobby. I won’t wait forever.” She winked.
He gulped. Here mere proximity was enough to make his coc-k stir and begin to swell.
“I’ll find another boot boy if you’re not careful…”
He was going to be busy, that was for sure.
Finally the meeting broke up, and he had to suffer the predictable round of hugs and kisses before he was finally free. When they had all left, Nicole ruffled his hair.
“Great work, Bobby. You made all the difference. Miss Poole’s very happy with you. Now, let’s hang back a bit till Mélisande’s well out of the way…”
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