His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 279.

After a few minutes they went inside, Clarissa leading the exhausted Bobby.
“I’m sorry darling, I had no idea this would happen,” she whispered.  “Whatever was that all about?  Do you like that girl or something?  Anyway, I’ll get you sorted out.  There’s about forty minutes before we have to head to the pony rides, so you can get a little bit of rest…”
Bobby’s only response was a tired groan.

Thomasina was sitting on the bench, frowning, her flushed cheeks stained with tears.
“Miss Poole, I want to get changed.  The door seems to be locked.  Please unlock it so I can get to my proper clothes.”
“Proper clothes?  I don’t know what you mean.  What you’re wearing is your proper outfit for the rest of the day.”
“Miss Poole.  When my mother hears about this…”
Miss Poole sat down beside her on the bench.
“Your mother?  Oh, yes.  Lady Middiford.  I’d quite forgotten.  We must send her the video, mustn’t we?  She’ll be so impressed.  Zeta, could we have a look at some of the footage please?  Come and sit with us.”
Zeta took her seat on the other side of Thomasina, who all of a sudden had become silent.  She sat with hands clenched.  Her anger and confidence had evaporated.  She looked worried and frightened.  Zeta held the camera in front of her and played some clips.
“There we go,” said Miss Poole, cheerfully.  “Ah…  There, that’s the beginning.  See how pretty you look in pink latex?  You have a sweet body, my dear.  Isn’t it nice to show it off sometimes?  Oh, now this is where…there!  What did you do to make it do that?  I think it was your spurs…   You used your spurs, and out it popped!”
Thomasina gasped.  “No!  I didn’t do anything…”
“Well you were riding him rather hard, Thomasina.  I think he was enjoying it in some rather perverted way.  Or maybe he’d just taken a liking to you and he had no other way of expressing his feelings.  Look at it bouncing up and down!  You must have heard it spanking against his belly.  We all could.”
“P-please…  I didn’t mean to…  I mean, truly, I didn’t…  Please, Miss Poole, please…  Please don’t let my mother…”
“Thomasina, look.  Don’t miss this bit.  This is where it happens.  He stops, and…  Oh my god, just look at it pumping!  You really didn’t realise?  I find that a little hard to believe…”
“I had no idea…  I swear…”
“I just love the way you sit there holding on, while he’s, well…  I mean, what an exhibition!  How long was that, Zeta?”
“Let me see…  From the moment he stopped till he finally wilted…  About a minute and five seconds.”
“Wow!  Thomasina!  And you really don’t even have a boyfriend?  Goodness!  Just don’t ask to ride any of the stallions, will you, or goodness knows…”
“Miss Poole, you know I had no intention…none whatsoever…  I mean, how could I possibly have foreseen…w-what was going to happen…”
Miss Poole gave her a sly wink.  “It can be our secret, dear.  No-one here will say a word, I can assure you.”
“No, you have to believe me…  I would never…  Not anything like that…”
Her brow wrinkled, as if she was going to start crying again.  “That video…”   
“Oh, yes…  You’ll be wanting the video, of course.  Look, we need to get on.  Could you pop into my office this evening?  Any time after six.  And we can discuss all this at our leisure.”
“Of course, Miss Poole.  But what about this afternoon?”
“Oh, yes.  Let’s see…one-twenty.  We have a good half hour before the pony rides.  Ellie?  Are you ready for Thomasina?”
“Yes, Miss Poole.”
“R-ready…?”
“Just do what Ellie tells you, and there won’t be any need for you to worry about anything…what you did just now, what’s going to happen to the video…  I’ll take care of everything.”
Thomasina looked at her questioningly.  Miss Poole returned he gaze.  There was a smile on her lips, but a warning in her eyes.  Thomasina understood perfectly.
“Yes, Miss Poole.”

Five minutes later she found herself standing on the crate.  Ellie had called her friends, and the stable girls started arriving in groups of three, four or five.  As each group caught sight of Thomasina, there were catcalls, whoops, whistles and laughter.  Soon the courtyard was noisy with chattering, giggling girls, and the clicking of phones.  Ellie stepped forward.
“You all know Thomasina.  Thomasina confessed to me that she’s always secretly wanted to wear cool latex riding outfits like this, but never had the confidence.  She asked me to arrange this show to see what you all thought.  If you approve, who knows where it will lead?  If you think it suits her, please raise your hand.”
The response was overwhelming, and accompanied by cheers, and shouts of “go, Thomasina!”.
“Thank you all so much.  There, Thomasina.  Unanimous.  Brave girl!  Now just stand there until it’s time for the pony rides, so everyone can get a good look.  Come on girls.  Come and check her out, come feel the quality of this amazing latex!”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 280.

From the point of view of popularity the pony-rides were a great success.  Only fifty tickets had been issued, though idle spectators outnumbered participants by a ratio of about four to one, and their attention seemed to be about equally divided between the pony and the rather attractive girl in shocking pink stewarding the participants.  A nice lady from a local paper took lots of pictures, and promised Thomasina, despite her desperate pleas for anonymity, to feature her in a quarter-page photograph in the events section.  MĂ©lisande was busy helping the younger ones, demonstrating the correct use of the aids or leading Bobby around by the bridle.  He didn’t appear very sprightly that afternoon, and had to be given a good deal of encouragement, by way of whipping, kicking and spurring, to perform his duties.
“What’s the matter with you today?” hissed MĂ©lisande, between customers.  “You had a rest.  Wake up, please.  If you don’t, it’ll only be worse for you.”

The event finally wound up about half-past five, and Thomasina, who still hadn’t been able to retrieve her clothes, made straight for Miss Poole’s office.  Miss Poole wasn’t back yet, and she was left with a choice of sitting in reception or standing outside her door.  She chose the latter, thinking it would be the quieter place, though as it turned out it was unusually busy that evening, with people passing to and fro every minute, all pretending not to be looking at her.  But eventually Miss Poole reappeared.
“Thomasina, dear!  Do come in.  I’m late?  Oh, so I am.  Sorry.  Busy day, you know…”
She unlocked the door and ushered her in.
“Take a seat.  Now what an I do for you?”
“But…  You asked me to come to see you…”
“Oh, dear.  So I did.”
“And Miss Poole?  I asked my friend to go and collect my clothes, but she came back and told me the Old House is all locked up!  I can’t go home on the bus like this.  And what will mummy say?”
“She might say how pretty you look, mightn’t she?”
“My mother?  You don’t know her.  She insists I always dress modestly, to avoid unwanted attention.  She would have a heart attack if she saw me in this!”
Miss Poole raised an eyebrow, and inwardly expressed the hope that that might be true.
“Don’t you think you’re making a fuss over nothing?  Several of our members wear latex for riding out in bad weather.  You should try it.  It’s practical and really quite innocuous.”
“But it’s rather…fetishistic, isn’t it?”
“Look at what you normally wear.  Everything just so, all that designer stuff, the most expensive boots and breeches, Chanel gloves…  Isn’t that fetishistic in its own way?  That’s why that incident occurred.  That, and because you always capitulate when challenged.”
Thomasina’s face wrinkled up again, and her eyes gleamed with tears.
“Now Thomasina, darling…  Please don’t cry.  You can swear at me, call me an old bitch, if you like – I don’t care.  Just show some spirit.”
Thomasina looked up, startled.  For a moment she just stared, then she burst out laughing.
“Miss Poole…  I didn’t think I’d ever hear you…”
“Oh, I’m nothing special, dear.  I’m human too.  Chill out.  I’d really like to have you on my side.  I can see that under all that shyness and modesty you’re rather fun – and you could be quite feisty if you wanted.  Look, I have a problem.  Your mother is suing us for that incident…”
“I know!  I’m sorry.  I wish I’d never told her!”
“It’s all right.  It’s not your fault.  But it’s a problem for the Centre.  The last thing we need is to be accused of not looking after our members or staff.  I don’t quite know what to do.  In the back of my mind I had some idea of threatening your mother back using the video.  But I don’t want to get you into trouble…”
“You don’t have to.  I can fix this.”
“You can?  How?  Can you persuade her…?”
“No.  It’s very simple.  Tomorrow I have an appointment with the solicitor.  I have to make a statement about the incident.  I’ve been worrying about it for days.  Now I know just what to do.  I will make a statement, but I’ll say I provoked it.  I’ll say I hated that girl and wanted to find a way to get her sacked.”
“But that’s not what happened.”
“I know.  But that’s what I’ll say.  I’ll say I lied to mummy.  That it was my fault.  No, I’ve decided.  You’ve been straight with me.  It’s the least I can do.  This way they’ll have to withdraw their threats.  I hate those lawyers anyway.  Disgusting smooth bastards.  It’ll be a pleasure to see their smug faces drop.”
“Are you sure…?”
“Sure and certain.  You can stop worrying, Miss Poole.”
“Well…  I’m…very grateful.  It would be a load off my mind.  And the committee will be so relieved…”
“No problem.”
“Well then...  I guess we should get your clothes.  Shall we walk round to the House together?”
“Okay.”
They rose.  Miss Poole opened the door for her.  As they walked, Miss Poole figuratively opened another door for her.
“Thomasina…  I don’t know if this would interest you…  We have a sort of informal women’s club here, with Ellie and certain members of the committee and a couple of my friends and one or two of the stable staff.  We like to have a little illicit fun, now and again.  It often involves certain boys who shall for the time being be nameless.  If you would like to be a part of it…”
“Do you think I’d be useful, then?
“With your looks – and spirit?  I’m sure of it.”
“It sounds interesting…  Do we get to mistreat them a little…?”
“A little, yes…”
“Then…why not?”
“Excellent!”
“And don’t forget my video, will you?”
“I’ll do it tomorrow.  Ah, here we are.  I’ll get your clothes.”
“Thanks.  But you know what?  I’m going to keep this on underneath!  It feels kind of sexy, actually…”