His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 286.


When she woke up on the Tuesday morning Thomasina felt as if a new world had opened up for her.  Lying on her back staring up at the ceiling and going over recent events, she understood that for the last few years she had been denying her sexuality, hiding it under a silly façade of false modesty, shyness and self-effacement.  Miss Poole must have seen the truth, and decided to wake her up.  It had turned out to be a highly effective little prank.  And now…  She felt free, and full of mischief.  And at that moment her phone pinged.

She turned sideways and picked it up.  It was a text from Miss Poole: “emailed your video – don’t worry didn’t show your mum  go see bobby soon if you can  Suit is yours – if you want more go see Cynthia at Fantastex - address and phone in email – ive told her about you and shell sort you out” [winking emoji]
Thomasina jumped out of bed, sat at her desk and opened her laptop.  She was still rewatching the video half an hour later when her mother knocked at her door.
“Thomasina?  Are you still asleep?  It’s nearly eight…”
She slammed the laptop shut.  “Coming mum!”

Thomasina was in her final year at St. Katherine’s School for Girls, a private school located mid-way between South Kennett and Pitt’s Wood.  She was good academically, and was certain to be offered a place at uni the following year without any problem – a real university, as opposed to the higher colleges of education to which the boys would attend (if they managed to escape their present servitude).  She was modest about her achievements, however, which had been gained at the expense of a normal social life.  She had a couple of girlfriends at school, but up to now everyone she knew at the stables could really be counted only as acquaintances.  The school had a liberal study policy for sixth-formers, which allowed her to get off when she wanted to ride.  That morning she refused a lift.  She felt like going by bus, so she could rehearse in her mind the contents of the video she had just watched.  She had washed her catsuit the previous evening, and let it dry thoroughly overnight. 

“What was up with you yesterday?” asked her friend Caroline, as they sat in the canteen eating lunch.  “You looked completely out of it.”
Caroline was her closest friend.
“Nothing…  I can’t tell you right now.”
“Can’t?  Why not?  What is it?  Is your mum still making a fuss about that incident at the stables?”
“No.  Actually it’s all sorted.  She even had a meeting with the principal and it sounds like they got on like a house on fire.  She wants to invite her for dinner and everything.”
“Wow!  How come?”
“Well, I…  I…  I played down the whole thing, took the blame myself.  I thought she was going to be mad at me, but she wasn’t.  Actually she was great about it.  I needn’t have worried at all.”
“I told you, didn’t I?  Your mum’s all right.”
“Yeah, Caroline…I guess she is.  You saw it before I did.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“It’s not really a problem…  Look, why don’t you come round this evening?”
“Sure.  Love to.  Let’s have a takeaway and hang out in your annexe.  It’s fun down there.  And you can tell me all the news.”
“Maybe…”
She wasn’t sure how much she should say.  But she was bursting with her new knowledge, and she regarded Caroline as a trusted friend.  In fact, Caroline was essentially a good person, but relative to Thomasina she was rather plain, and suffered occasional pangs of jealousy.  But for Thomasina, though she knew she should probably keep the whole thing to herself,  the temptation to confide in a friend was difficult to resist…

[Simonssister]

Chapter 287.

“If I tell you what happened, you must promise faithfully never to tell anyone else, hope to die!”
“Of course not!  You know me, Thomasina.  I would never…”
“I mean it!  Not that they would believe you…”
“Just tell me!  I bet it’s something really stupid.  I know…some boy asked you out.  Yeah, some guy asked you out, and you don’t know what to do.  Am I right?  Honestly, Thommie, you can be so stupid.  You act like a twelve-year-old in front of boys.  Do you not like them or something?”
“Actually, Caroline, no, I don’t particularly like boys.  They’re big-headed and boring.  So that’s what you think this is about, do you?  Okay.  Take a look at this.”
They were sitting at the table in the annexe, a single-storey building at the end of the garden, behind a hedge.  It was a great place to hide out and have secret meetings.  She hadn’t been intending to say anything about Bobby, let alone showing Caroline the video.  She had decided simply to show her the catsuit, which she had brought down from her room in a carrier bag.  But Caroline’s scepticism had angered her and made her impulsive.  She started the video of her unusual ride, intending to stop it before the critical accident, and laid it on the table between them, facing her friend.  Thomasina watched with satisfaction as her friend’s mouth fell open.
“W-what…?”  She blinked and stared harder.  “W-what’s….that?”
“That, Caroline, is a young guy in a pony suit.  He’s called “Ponyboy”.  He gives pony rides at Pitt’s Wood.  Cute, isn’t he?”
“And…whatever are you wearing…?”
“Oh, I’ll show you that in a minute…it wasn’t my choice…”
She reached over to recover her phone, but before she could touch it Caroline had snatched it up.
“Give that back!”
“That’s latex!  I can tell!  Where did you get…?”
“Give it back!”
Caroline gave a short laugh.  “No way, Thommie…  I have to see this.”
Thomasina jumped up, tipping over her chair, and lunged at her friend.  But Caroline was too quick for her.  They dodged around the table for a few seconds, then Thomasina tripped over a leg of the upset chair and fell.  Caroline made a beeline for the door, and was outside before she could regain her feet.  The key was in the lock on the outside.  One quick turn and Thomasina was locked inside.  She got to the door and hammered on the glass.
“Don’t watch any more!  Don’t you dare!  Caroline!  I’ll never speak to you again…”
But it was futile.  Caroline was staring open-mouthed at the screen.  After a while she walked a few paces away, sat down on the grass, and watched it all over again.  At last she looked up, with an evil smile on her face.  She rose, walked over, and unlocked the door.  Thomasina, red-faced, threw it open and snatched back her phone.
“I’ll never trust you again!”
“You were right.  They wouldn’t believe me.  I still don’t quite believe it myself.”
“I-I didn’t have a choice…”
“That was quite a performance – by both of you.  You should put it on your Facebook.  Can you imagine…?
“Stop it, Caroline.  You weren’t meant to see the whole thing.  I’m going to delete it.”
“Can if you want.  I’ve already sent it to myself, anyway.”
“You’ve what?  Give me your phone.  Now!”
“Won’t do you any good.  I emailed it too.  It’ll be on my laptop at home.”
“You….”
“You might as well explain.  Tell me the story.  You’ve got nothing to lose.  I’m fascinated how you ended up…doing that…”
Thomasina looked at her with a mixture of anger and despair.
“Please don’t show anyone else…  Promise you won’t…”
“We’ll see…if you tell me the whole story.”

They went back into the annexe, and resumed their seats to the table.
“Well?  Come on, spill it, Thommie.  You, of all people…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.  Just…well, you’re such a good girl, normally…”
“I was forced into it.  It’s true!  That Miss Poole…”
“The principal?”
“That’s right.  She chose me to be in charge of the pony rides, and gave me that outfit…”
“Oh yeah…  Where is it?”
“In that bag.  Help yourself.”
“Wow…  This is so cool…  So, what were these pony rides?””
“Yes.  This guy B…  I mean Ponyboy…  Well, he’s giving pony rides every Sunday now.  See?  She’s blackmailed him into it, I guess.”
“Who is he, exactly?”
“Dunno.  He’s always in his pony suit.  Anyway, she said that as a steward, I would have to wear this bright pink latex catsuit so everyone would know who was in charge.  Really, I had no choice.  Then she made me ride him round this courtyard place.  Actually it was quite fun in a way.  I got to use my whip on him, and he would flinch every time I gave him a smack.  I had no idea what was going on underneath till he suddenly stopped, and…”
“Popped his cork.  Gosh, Thommie, whoever he is he must have liked you all right…  I mean you made him c-um, just by riding him?  That’s, like, magic!”
“It’s was so embarrassing, Caroline.  I didn’t realise what was happening at the time…”
“What happened next?”
“They made me stand outside on a box for half an hour while all Ellie’s mates – Ellie’s sort of one of Miss Poole’s sidekick – all her mates came and took photos.  Then after that I had to go up to the main field, and I was there supervising the pony rides all afternoon.”
“That’s crazy.  What about Ponyboy?  He must have been knackered after what you did to him…”
“I didn’t do anything to him, Caroline!  I can’t help it if he’s some sort of crazy pervert.”
Caroline pondered silently for a few moments.
“So now everyone must know about you and your sexy outfit…  What are you going to do about that?”
“I don’t know exactly…  And the lady who made it for me may want me to model for her…”
“Really?  Are you going to?  You have to!  Modelling?  It’s perfect for you!  And as to what you have to do, it’s obvious.  You have to go back there wearing it from now on.”
“What?”
“If you don’t, they’ll all laugh at you.  I can just imagine it.  Those horsey types are so catty.  It’ll be stuff like, “where’s your pretty catsuit today, Thomasina?”  “No latex, sweetie?  Oh, what a shame!”  “Oooh, it’s our little fetishist, Thomasina…”  All day long.”
“But…”
“No, you have to wear it back there.  And as soon as possible.  Tomorrow.  You normally ride Wednesday mornings, don’t you?”
“Not tomorrow.  I need to think what to do…”
“Yes tomorrow.  Otherwise…”
“Otherwise what?”
“I’ll send this video to someone…let me see…ah, yes.  Millie Harpington.  Perfect.”
“You wouldn’t dare…”
“Oh, I would, too.  In fact, I would just love to.  Show little Goody-two-shoes up for what she really is.  The whole school would be talking about it.  It would be on social media within minutes.”
“You’re joking, Caroline.”
“Try me.  Don’t you think I get fed up with everything sometimes?  Thomasina…so pretty, so clever..  Her mum’s a Lady, you know.  Rich.  All, that sort of crap?  Don’t look so shocked.  Yes, I would do it.  Happily.  No hesitation.  So you are going to wear it tomorrow.  I’m coming with you to make sure.  And we’re going by bus, too.  Why are you looking shocked?”
“Caroline…  I didn’t know you felt like that about me…”
“Well sometimes I do.  Sometimes I get fuc-king fed up with how perfect you are.  What, do you hate me now?  Well I don’t care, see?  I always do what you want!”  Her eyes filled with angry tears.  “So now you’re going to do what I want for a change!  Yes, and I'm coming with you to see that lady about the modelling, too.  So there!”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 288.

Wednesday morning, the twelfth of November, seven o’clock.  Lady Middiford having her morning coffee.  She was very particular about coffee.  Ethiopian Arabica beans, ground on the spot, served from a large cafetiere with a cosy she had knitted herself!  Served in a large warmed cup and drunk strong and black.  She had justled settled into her favourite chair, thinking she had ten quiet minutes before Thomasina came down, when there was a knock at the door.
“Blast!  Who’s that at this time of day?”
She opened the door to find Caroline standing on the path, dressed in riding gear, wearing a blue puffa jacket and holding a rucksack..
“Oh.  Caroline.  Good morning.”
“Good morning, Lady Middiford.”
“I didn’t expect you today.  Come in.”
She ushered her along the corridor and into the spacious living room.
“Would you like a coffee?”
“Thank you.”
“I expect you’d like milk.  Or cream?”
“Cream would be great!”
“I’ll get it.  Have a seat, dear.  You’re going with Thomasina, then?  Good – I don’t think she has any close friends at the Centre.  Though things might be changing…” she added, thoughtfully.
“I’m sure they will,” laughed Caroline.
“Do you have lunch?”
“In my bag.”
“Okay.  I’ll make Thomasine some sandwiches.  Here’s your coffee,” she said, handing Caroline a mug and resuming her seat.
“Thank you.”
“Oh. Speak of the devil.  Thomasina, good morning.  Caroline’s here already.  What time do you have to leave?”
Thomasina was in her dressing-gown, and looked still half asleep.  She gave Caroline a wry look.
“We should get going by eight,” said Caroline.
“I’ll give you a lift.”
“Thanks, but no need.  Thomasina wants to go on the bus – don’t you Thommie?”
“Oh, that’s a good idea,” smiled Lady Middiford.  “You can have a good old gossip together without me listening in.  Come on Thomasina, get yourself together.  Are you wearing your new gear?  It’s still in the bags by the front door.”
“Oh, no, Lady Middiford,” piped up Caroline, looking at Thomasina spitefully.  “Guess what?  She’s insisting on wearing her new outfit.  Her lovely latex catsuit…”
“What?  You’re going to wear it today?” gasped Lady Middiford, almost spitting out her coffee.
“Oh yes.  She’s decided,” continued Caroline, continuing to speak for her friend.  “If she doesn’t she’ll be called a cowardy custard.  So she’s going to brazen it out.  Show them she doesn’t care.  Aren’t you, Thommie?  Anyway, if they do make fun of her, it’ll be out of pure jealousy.”
“Well, that’s right.  I’m surprised though.  She really has come out of herself in the last few days.  And I’m very glad you’ll be there to support her.”
“Oh, yes.  I’ll make sure she goes through with it all.  And afterwards we’re going to see that lady at Fantastex.”
“Super!  Wouldn’t it be fun if she ended up modelling for them?”
“She looks like a model.  Especially in that catsuit…”
“Excuse me…”
“Sorry, my dear.  We were rather speaking over you.  But you look so sleepy…”
“If I can get a word in…”
“Of course.  Go ahead.”
“I’ll wear it under my new gear…”
“But you promised, Thomasina,” said Caroline, looking at her threateningly.  “I think it would be a mistake.  A big mistake.”  She took out her phone and began scrolling through the media.
Thomasina looked at her friend pleadingly, but Caroline had found the video and flashed her the screen of her phone.  She capitulated at once.
“B-but I guess…  Yes, Caroline’s right…  I can’t back out…”
“It’s not cold today,” went on Caroline.  She was going to make it clear who was in charge.  “I’ll allow you to wear that pretty little mauve bomber jacket for the bus ride.  But nothing else, mind.  And bring that cute little pink backpack.  Right?”
“Yes, Caroline…”
And so her fate was sealed…

[Simonssister]

Chapter 289.

Standing at the bus stop Thomasina lost the little bravado she had mustered.  There were nearly a dozen people waiting, including two girls of about twelve from the Centre.  Everyone was sneaking surreptitious glances at her, but the two girls were openly staring, whispering and giggling.  The bus was quite full with people going to work, but they were able to grab a double seat near the back, Caroline by the window and Thomasina on the outside.  It was warm, and Thomasina, already flushed with embarrassment, began to feel overheated.
“Well take off your jacket then,” said Caroline.  “No-one can stare at you while you’re here.”
So she did.  But at the next stop more people got on, including an old lady with a shopping-bag, who, having been allowed on first, shuffled her way down the bus till she was by their seat.  Caroline saw a golden opportunity.  She grabbed Thomasina’s jacket and backpack and gave her a push.
“Get up and let that lady sit down.”
“W-what?”
“Get up.  Go on!”
Another shove was enough to dislodge Thomasina from her seat.  The old lady was already thanking her.
“That’s kind of you, dear…”
Caroline spluttered with laughter.  Poor Thomasina was now standing in the central aisle, eye candy for all the passengers.  Caroline could see she was already getting agitated.  At least she was near the back, so with the passengers facing the front most of them hadn’t noticed her.  But then Caroline saw her look down at the man sitting to her right.  Thomasina had noticed he was fiddling with his phone.  He was going to take a picture of her!  She panicked.  Unthinking, she hurried blindly to the other end of the bus nearest the driver.  Turning, she saw rows of eyes staring at her in surprise.  At once she hurried back, but now everyone was aware of the pretty girl clad in nothing but a pink latex catsuit, riding boots and helmet.  She ended up somewhere in the middle of the bus, clinging to the vertical bar, and not knowing where to look.  Worse, the two girls in riding outfits were just behind her, and they made no effort to suppress their laughter.  What could she say?  They would only have replied they were having a private joke.  But she could hardly be oblivious to the clicking of shutters – and that was only by those who had forgotten to mute the sound.  Caroline was ecstatic.  This was even better than she could have imagined!  She feasted her eyes on the image of her friend, squirming with embarrassment, without any hope of imminent escape, a prey to every pervert on the crowded bus.  She looked at her watch.  It was another twenty minutes to Pitt’s Wood.  She wondered if someone would get off and Thomasina would get a seat, but she hoped not.  And in the event her hopes were realised, as most of the passengers were headed for South Kennett, which was well past Pitt’s Wood.  Thomasina had a brief glimpse hope when a passenger near the front stood up to get off at a remote stop, but he was immediately replaced by a lady getting on.  So by the time they arrived at the Centre everyone had had a good eyeful – or camera-ful – and the sudden buzz of conversation as they got off, accompanied by the two girls, told the whole story.
“Why did you make me do that?” she hissed, glaring at Caroline.
“Don’t complain.  You were a big hit.  Those guys in front of me took enough snaps to fill an album!”
“Shut up, Caroline.”
“Let’s go to the canteen.  I’m thirsty.”
“No!”
“Yes, Thomsina.  We’re going.  Come along.”
The giggling girls followed the along the path till they reached the first stable block, then ran off, presumably to report to their friends.  Reception was busy, heads turned as they passed through, and as they entered the canteen the murmur of conversation slowly died away as people reacted to her presence.  There was a queue at the self-service counter.  Caroline, having tried and proven her authority, and with total confidence in Thomasina’s obedience, sent her to buy drinks, then took a seat and watched with amusement as she made an exhibition of herself in the queue, wriggling and biting her lip and trying – and failing miserably – to look casual and relaxed.   She mentally patted herself on the back.  After years of playing second fiddle, she had Thomasina just where she wanted her…

[Simonssister]

Chapter 290.

When Thomasina had got the drinks and retreated to the comparative safety of their table, she sat there in a sulk.
“What’s up with you?”
“Why did you make me do this?  And why have you done everything to make it worse for me?  I thought you were my friend.”
“I am your friend, Thommie.”  She gave a short laugh.  “I’m doing this for your own good.  In the long run you’ll thank me.”
“I was surprised you turned up this morning.  I’m beginning to understand why.”
“Lucky I did, or you would never have gone through with it, would you?  You might have put it on, but under your riding gear so no-one would know.  True?”
“That’s not the point.”
“It’s very much the point.  I realise I’m going to have to keep a close eye on you from now on.  Oh, and talking of points…”  She nodded towards Thomasina.
“What?”
“Your titties, darling.  Like two firm little beans.  Look at them!”
“Shh, keep your voice down…”
“I swear you’re horny.  You are, aren't you?  It’s written all over your face!”
She moved round to the back of the table and slid a hand onto Thomasina’s upper thigh.
“Caroline…don’t,” she groaned, closing her thighs and trapping her friend’s hand.
“Oh my god…you naughty thing…you really are…”
She worked her hand up into Thomasina’s crotch, making her jump and almost upset the table.  She grabbed Caroline’s arm and forcibly extracted it.  Caroline, gobsmacked, regarded her index finger with astonishment.
“Is that you?  Look, on the side of my finger.  That’s you, right?”
Thomasina blushed again, and looked at the can in her hand.  Caroline lowered her head and looked up at her friend’s downturned face.
“You bad thing, Thomasina,” she whispered.  “You’re leaking, darling.  Through the zip, I suppose.  But why are you so…”
Thomasina shook her head vigorously, but said nothing.
“Wait a minute…  I think I get it.  You’re embarrassed…but actually it turns you on.  Right?  I am!  All that attention, all those people staring at you, drooling…it gets you going…  Doesn’t it?”  She raised her voice.  “Doesn’t it?”
“Shh.  I can’t help it, Caroline.  And this suit had this raised seam which, you know…”
“Wow!”  Caroline wanted to scream with delight.  The day was getting better and better. 
“Look at me, Thomasina.”
Thomsina raised her head a little.  Caroline held up her index finger, moist with her friend’s secretions, and with a wink carefully licked it clean…
Thomasina was horrified.  She stared open-mouthed at her friend.
“Mmm…   Tasty…”
“Caroline!  For goodness’ sake…”
“Let me feel you again, or I swear I’ll send off this video.  I’m serious.  Open up.  Now, bitch!”
Trembling, Thomasina slowly open her thighs.  Caroline, pretending to be carrying on the conversation, slipped her hand between them.  Around the edge of the zip flap the latex was slick.  She ran a finger up the seam.  Thomasina shuddered and gasped. 
“Please don’t…”
She did it again.  Thomasina moaned faintly, despite herself.
“Please…  I’ll do anything…”
“Don’t worry, you will…  But I’ll stop now.  I want to imagine what a nice day you’re going to have.  You’ve booked a group hack at ten, right?”
“Yes…”
“I think you’ll come back with a rather slippery saddle…”
“Oh god…”
“Where are you meeting?”
“The end of the new stable block.”
“Better get going then.  Who are you riding?”
“Crumble.”
“He’s quite frisky, isn’t he?  Okay.  Go get him tacked up.  I’ll meet you there just to check you don’t chicken out.  I’m taking Lulu out for an hour.  I’ll wait for you.  How long do you reckon?”
“Two hours – maybe a bit longer.”
“Good.  Then we can have lunch, and get the bus to Fantastex.  Perfect.”

Thomasina paid a quick visit to the bathroom before she headed out, blotting the evidence of her arousal with a handful of tissue.  Passing out of the main door of reception it immediately became obvious that everyone knew of her presence.  News spread quickly at Pitt’s Wood.  As she walked down the path in front of the old block, a group mainly of juniors had gathered to laugh and catcall.  She had to run the gauntlet, maintaining her dignity as best she could.  But even negative attention, the mere feeling of people staring at her, came with an involuntary thrill, and its consequences.  Just as well she had brought a pack of tissues with her...