~Ruffled White Lace & Pink Satin Bows~

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And now little Percy found himself under the mesmerizing control of his beautiful Stepmother. Ohhhhh, how he hated (?) Her. Or did he? He knew he was conflicted. He knew he shouldn't be here...in the parlour...with "Her," so beautiful...so feminine...and yet, so determined to make Percy pay for all of his previous attempts to shame Her, embarrass Her, and even humiliate Her. But Percy just couldn't resist. No matter how hard he tried. No matter how hard he tried to convince that no "normal" boy ever would be caught in this predicament. His ridiculous Lord Fauntleroy (sissy) suit was further exaggerated by the ridiculous lace and ribbon pinafore he had been forced to wear. And those layers of white tulle sewn into the pinny's skirt had given it a slightly bouffant appearance. But "She" was just so beautiful. His feet were anchred to the floor of the parlour as if they were in cement. And now this beautiful Woman, Her sweet perfume overpowering poot little Percy, was forcing little Percy to practice his curtsey in front of Her cold scrutinizing eyes. "Gather your tulle skirts, Percy dear, with your fingers, daintily, and drop your knees. There. That's better. Not perfect. But better. And don't forget to smile." And then suddenly...a knock at the front door! Percy froze! He swallowed hard. He panicked!!! He begged. He pleaded. He cried. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......noooooooooooooooooo!!! Puhleeeeeeze, Mommie.............PLEASE!!!!!!!!! Don't let anybody else see me dressed like THIS!!!!!!!" He tugged frantically at the lavish white lace hems of his pinafore skirts. Now it had become wrinkled. His beautiful Stepmothet glared at Percy. "PERCY!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR ~LACE~ IS WRINKLED!!!!!! YOU UNGRATEFUL BOY!!!!!! GO TO THE KITCHEN AND FIX YOUR ~LACE~ WHILE I INVITE OUR GUESTS INTO THE PARLOUR!!!!! PREPARE THE TEACART!!!!! DO NOT COME OUT UNTIL I HAVE CALLED FOR YOU!!!! NOW.......GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And without curtseying, Percy RAN from the room as fast as his little feet could carry him . Thank goodness, he thought, he had been given the private sanctity of the tea area...at least for now. But just before his beautiful Stepmother went to answer the door, She warned him, "Wrinkled ~lace~ will NOT be tolerated, Percy!" And with that, She turned on Her heel, walked across the oak floors of the mansion to the front door, opened it, and smiled warmly at Her three guests...they were just in time for Her delightful little tea party...at poor little Percy's humiliating expense...

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Poor little Percy hastily retreated to the tea room. He fidgeted impatiently with the lavish white lace hem of his frilly white pinafore, fingering the lace and white tulle layers until he could detect no more wrinkles. But now the sound of Feminine voices could be heard across the parlour and into the main hallway of the expansive mansion. And the pleasant click clicking of heels across the oak floor signalled Their approach. Percy hid in the corner of the tea room, quickly assembling the tea cups, saucers, sugar, cream, and dainty biscuits into what he hoped would be a presentable arrangement on a silver tea tray atop the dainty tea cart. His beautiful blonde Stepmother called out excitedly, "Oh Percy, my dear boy, our Guests are here! Come in here to greet them!" She ordered him. "He's such a shy boy!" Percy's Stepmother remarked to the guests. The giggle of another woman's voice was barely discernible. Percy thought he detected Her voice...he knew he had heard it before...but he just couldn't place it." "Percy! Stop your dawdling!" His Stepmother raised Her voice, sounding a bit impatient and irritated that he was keeping Her (and Her guests) waiting. Percy's face was on fire. How embarrassing was this going to be? Dressed so childlessly and forced to serve tea to his Stepmother's Ladyfriends. But, alas, he could stall no longer. And so little Percy peeked around the corner to get a glimpse of his Stepmother's feminine guests. OMG!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO! OH NOOOOOOOO! It couldn't be! It just couldn't be!!!!!! But before the poor boy could duck back into hiding, he was caught...staring...by his Stepmother. "Oh! There you are, Percy! What took you so long?!? You were very very naughty keeping our guests waiting."  Finally red-faced little Percy sulked slowly into the parlour. And there...in the middle of the room...SHE stood before him. Percy was wide-eyed!! Nancy Gilbert, Proprietress of the dainty party dress boutique, RUFFLED WHITE  LACE & PINK SATIN BOWS was standing in close proximity to the frightened, embarrassed little boy. The beautiful Ms. Gilbert was impeccably dressed in a pale yellow shirtwaist, obviously wearing several white crinoline net petticoats which swished and swayed as She moved ever so closer to greet little Percy. But Ms. Gilbert was not alone. Ohhhhh nooooo. Right next to Her was a very pretty Little Girl, short jet black hair, almost boyishly cut, She was almost the same height and size as Percy. And She was wearing one of the frilliest, to-die-for, white organdy party dresses Percy had EVER seen. EVER! And the poufy short skirt was buttressed out in every direction by masses of stiff, rustling, elaborately lace-trimmed white crinoline and taffeta petticoats!!!! Percy quickly took notice that the Little Girl's frilly party dress was short...above Her knees, and there was no way the pretty Little Girl could have prevented a stunningly impressive display of rustling, swishing, snow white net, taffeta, and crinoline lace petticoats. There were so so so many of them!!! Percy just HAD to look!!! And after feasting his greedy (sissy) eyes on the Little Girl's petticoats, Percy's attention was drawn to the ornately designed Pink silk rosebuds that were embroidered into the tight satin bodice of Little Tina's frilly party dress. The short puffed sleeves also were lavishly embellished with generous rows of matching ruffled white lace. A touch of blush could be detected on the Young Girl's cheeks as Tina's beautiful black eyes looked squarely into Percy's deep blue eyes, wide with surprise!! And She continued to stare intently at Percy, almost as if She was sizing him up. She was scrutinizing his sissy attire. And She looked pleased as the hint of a triumphant smile formed on Her pink lips. Percy still felt the beautiful petticoated Little Girl staring right at him, even as he now looked down at the floor to avoid Her...and his sudden embarrassment at being paraded in front of Her wearing such ridiculously sissy attire. And as Percy continued to look down, he saw Tina's white patent leather Mary Janes and white lace anklet socks. The pretty Little Girl made menacingly delicious frou frou with Her stiff net petticoats. She slowly swished the lacy layers teasingly as She playfully fingered their lacy hems. Her nails were painted a frosted pale pink. Now the beautiful petticoated Little Tomboy moved even closer to little Percy. She was closing in on him, continuing to make lacy frou frou.Little Percy still tried to avoid eye contact with Her. Suddenly Ms. Gilbert exclaimed,  "My, my Percy! How delightful to see you again! Your adorable little Lord Fauntleroy suit fits you perfectly. And your pinafore is simply stunning! I Do hope you like your outfit, my dear boy. Everything was ordered especially for you from my boutique by your lovely Mommy. She wasn't sure about your size. However, since you and my own Little Girl are the same size, I figured I would know what would fit you. By the way, Percy dear, you DO remember my charming Little Daughter......Tina? Hmmmmm...?" Then Nancy Gilbert looked down at Her pretty Little Daughter, "Tina, Dear, you remember little Percy from school, don't you?"...

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And now at this moment little Percy, already shamed by being coerced by his beautiful Stepmother into wearing the ridiculous Lord Fauntleroy suit, not to mention the ruffled white lace ascot and frilly petticoated pinafore, was face-to-face with the pretty Little Tomboy he and his chums had shamed, mocked, embarrassed and humiliated on the school playground just weeks before. And now SHE was wearing even a frillier party dress than She had worn that day. That same day when Percy had joined the other boys in flipping up Her skirts, exposing Her petticoats, and calling Her a ... sissy. And it was Percy's voice which had resonated louder than any of the other boys. And it was Percy's voice...and Percy himself...that this very prettyl petticoated Tomboy had not forgotten. So when Tina's Mother, the beautiful Nancy Gilbert, Proprietress of the most feminine dress shop imaginable, reintroduced Her pretty Little Daughter to Percy, Little Tina relished in the sight of Her tormentor and his new "wardrobe." She glared at Percy. A look of complete disdain, the look that any pretty Little petticoated Tomboy would have for a hapless sissyboy like Percy, especially a sissy (in denial) who had teased, shamed, made fun of, mocked, and even had the audacity to call HER a "sissy," all because of the ultrafrilly party dress Tina had been required to wear to school that day for pictures. How dare he!!?? And look at HIM now! How funny!! Getting exactly what he deserved! Well, not really! Ohhhhh no. Nowhere near the shame and humiliation Tina wanted to see heaped on this particular.....boy. Oh no, Little Tina Gilbert would not be satisfied until Her Number One Nemesis was completely exposed for what HE really was. A mere sissy. A sissy boy. After all, She reasoned, this boy had never been picked early for softball teams (if he was even picked at all) , he was conspicuously never around when the boys were playing football or any other games at recess, and She had never seen him get in a fight. Oh no. Only when She had been petticoated for school that day did this little sissy boy taunt his "superiority" over Her ...... But now, the third member of this little Female Entourage about to join little Percy for morning tea, was a Woman who had very carefully prepared Tina Gilbert for this particular little get together. Ohhhhh yes, Little Tina, Frocked and Petticoated, had been very well "schooled" for this morning's festivities. Because, you see, Little Tina Gilbert had a Governess. And this Woman was not just any Governess. Oh no, this  Woman had a particular skill unique to old traditional British discipline. A type of discipline and training exclusively for Tomboys, recalcitrant and disrespectul little boys, and/or reluctant sissies. This type of training was designed to break even the most rebellious and disrespectful of children. It was time-honored. A British tradition in certain exclusive English households. And recently this unique style of punishment had been transported to America in the last decade by a select group of these uniquely skilled Governesses who now found themselves in very high demand in America as well as the UK. And the particular training to which we are referring employed so skillfully by these Governesses, of course, was Petticoat Punishment, aka Petticoat Discipline, aka Petticoating. And it was highly effective. After all, it had worked magnificently on a beautiful Little Tomboy by the name of Tina Gilbert. And soon...very soon...it would have the same overwhelming effect on Little Percy Pinprick...

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Nancy Gilbert gushed as She commented again on Percy's "simply beautiful" little suit he had been coerced into wearing for the morning's festivities. Percy never acknowledged Her. He was simply too stunned at what was transpiring before him, especially with the beautiful Little Tomboy, now petticoated in a frilly party frock, named Tina Gilbert. Tina's Mother introduced Her pretty Little Tomboy to Her "Dear friend, Ms. Anderson, Little Percy's Mommy!" With that, the lovely petticoated Tomboy took dainty hold of Her billowing party dress and rustling petticoats with Her little fingers, kneeled gracefully, dropped the PERFECT Little Girl's curtsey, and forced the sweetest smile possible on Her pretty little face, acknowledging Percy's beautiful blonde Stepmother, "Good morning, Ms. Anderson! Thank You for Your invitation to join You and Your little boy Percy for tea this morning!" Stephanie Anderson ooohed and aaahed at this prissy, delicately feminine version of the "Perfect Little Girl," She called Tina. Tina decided to lay it on thick. "Thank You, Ms. Anderson!" And She dropped another perfectly executed curtsey. And with each sugary sweet curtsey, little Percy heard the inevitable rustle and swish of the pretty Little Tomboy's layer upon layer of stiffly starched, ultralacy, white petticoats!!! "My, that's a simply adorable little party dress You are wearing, Tina! Why I don't think I have ever seen a prettier, frillier dress on such a dainty Little Girl!" The pretty petticoated Little Tomboy bashfully flicked Her beautiful eyelashes, blushing, and curtseyed again. "Thank You, Ms. Anderson!" Tina's Mother, Nancy Gilbert, interjected, "Tina simply INSISTED that She be allowed to wear Her frilliest party dress this morning, especially when She knew She would be having tea with dear little Percy!" Nancy Gilbert added cheerfully. "She even insisted on wearing extra petticoats for this occasion! I was simply delighted to accommodate Her request!!!" "How sweet!!!!!" Stephanie Anderson replied. "Percy?" His beautiful Stepmother addressed him. "Wasn't that sweet of Little Tina to wear Her prettiest, frilliest party frock for you this morning?" Percy froze! His face was deep red. Little Tina Gilbert, only a few feet away from him, stared Her same sugary sweet smile at Percy. She also glared at him...waiting for his response to his Stepmother's question. And then, the petticoated Little Tomboy moved in on Percy, Her short full skirts rustling enchantingly, until She was direcly in front of little Percy. Tina was slightly taller than Percy. She made Girly frou frou with Her billowing skirts. And then She executed another perfect curtsey. And when She arose fron Her curtsey, She reached out Her hand to shake Percy's, saying, "Thank You for inviting me to your sweet little morning tea party, Percy. I just had to wear my prettiest little party dress.....just for YOU! Do you like My frilly dress, Percy?" Percy's face was on fire. She intimidated him...and She KNEW it!!! "I just adore wearing frilly party dresses for those 'special' little boys who like to have tea parties for me!" She laughed mockingly, a tone of superiority in Her little voice, continuing to extend Her pretty hand, waiting for the red-faced Percy to take Her hand in his...

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Percy's Stepmother glared impatiently at Her little charge. Percy knew Her look by now. It was a look of dire consequences for him if he did not reach out to take Little Tina's hand. And so he reached out nervously, acutely aware of the petticoated Little Tomboy's constant rustling of Her billowing poufy lace petticoats with Her every movement. His frightened little hand took the pretty Little Girl's and he was immediately surprised at how...weak...how delicate...how...dainty...Her handshake was. It almost assured him as he immediately realized the superiority of his own handshake. Why it even made him feel like a...a...a...boy!!! He immediately felt a renewed sense of superiority over the Pretty Little Girl, all frilly and dainty. He felt relief! But then, as their hands parted, Nancy Gilbert introduced the third guest to arrive at this delightful little morning tea party. This Woman had been standing in the background...observing. Scrutinizing. Assessing. She was a younger Woman, perhaps in Her early thirties. Tall. Almost six feet tall. Stunningly beautiful!!! Jet black hair, worn up in a tight bun. She was wearing a white linen skirt suit. Tan nylon stockings. And four-inch black stiletto heels. Her sheer white blouse revealed an ultralacy white full slip and a lacy white satin bra. Her brea#$s were magnificent!!! Her skirt was tight. And the black horn-rimmed glasses She was wearing were a sharp contrast to Her cherry red lipstick on Her full luscious lips. She was a strikingly beautiful but imposing Woman. She just looked Dominant!!!  But it was Her obvious Femininity which immediately drew little Percy Pinprick's undivided attention the moment She was introduced. "Nancy, allow me to introduce you to Tina's Governess, Miss Prim. Hester Prim." "Oooooooohhh! So YOU're the Lady responsible for Little Miss Tina's amazing transformation that Nancy has been telling me about for so long?" Stephanie reached out to shake hands with the approaching Miss Prim. "Why, you're simply stunning!" The beautiful Miss Prim smiled triumphantly, and laughing lightly said, "Ms. Anderson, how very nice to finally make your acquaintance." And then Percy immediately noticed this regal, feminine, imposingly beautiful Woman's British accent. Stephanie could tell right away that Miss Prim's accent was that of a Woman who had had a very sophisticated upbringing, probably in the British countryside near London. "Nancy has told me so much about you! I feel I already know you! Why it is impossible for me to believe that Little Tina was ever a Tomboy!!! I mean...just look at her!!!" Tina cringed within. But She never showed it. She didn't dare disappoint Her Governess! She knew better! Miss Prim looked at Little Tina and said, "My Dear, did you hear the wonderful compliment Ms. Anderson just bestowed on you?" Tina knew exactly what to do. She curtsied to Her Governess, curtseyed to Stephanie Anderson, and then curtseyed to Her own Mother, Nancy Gilbert. And then She addressed Percy's Stepmother in a high-pitched Little Girl voice, "Ohhhhh, Thank You, Ms. Anderson!!! I just adore being Mommy's Pretty Little Girl...!!!"

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Miss Prim glowed triumphantly. And Percy's Stepmother ooooed and ahhhhhed Her satisfaction at Little Tina's response. And then Miss Prim turned Her attention (and Her sights) on Percy. She made Her way right up next to Percy. She towered over him. Looked down at him disdainfully. Threateningly. Percy could not help but feast his greedy (and sissy) little eyes on the beautiful Woman's magnificent brea ( " at " ) #s encased lacily in Miss Prim's lavish white satin bra. And the exquisite white lace bodice of Her full slip showed proudly through Her sheer white silk blouse. Miss Prim knew all too well EXACTLY how to disarm a sissy. And She relished the opportunity of meeting an unsuspecting sissyboy for the first time and quickly ensnaring him in Her web of satin, silk, and lace. To Miss Prim, little Percy was already being sized up for his first frilly little party dress. And because Percy had made the serious mistake of humiliating Little Tina...by calling Her a sissy...well, Miss Prim would make sure that when She was through with Percy, this petticoated sissy would experience real humiliation and shame. "And YOU must be little Percy?!" the beautiful Miss Prim addressed the frightened little boy. Tina's Governess put Her hands on Her hips, tilted Her head sideways, and remarked coldly, "Little Tina has told Me ALL about you, my dear little boy. You ARE a naughty one, aren't you, Percy?" Percy tried to back up. Miss Prim, however, BACKED HIM UP...right into a corner. Towering over little Percy, She remarked coldly, matter-of-factly, "I have ways of taming recalcitrant little boys like you, Percy. Your type of misbehavior and disrespect for Little Girls simply would not be tolerated.  Perhaps I can share some tips with your dear Mommy. Hmmmm...? Would you like that, Percy? Why, just think, if I can transform Tomboys like Miss Tina here into perfect Little Girls, just imagine what I could do for you!..."

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Surrounded by all of this Femininity in the parlour room, little Percy cowered into the corner, the imposing beautiful figure of the mysterious Miss Hester Prim demanding Percy's full attention. She reached down with Her long right hand, and grabbing hold of little Percy's chin, squeezed it hard. And as She got right up in Percy's awe-struck face, Her luscious brea#$s, encased lacily in Their own magnificent satin bra, rubbed slightly against little Percy. His eyes were focused just inches away from the lavish white lace bodice of Miss Prim's satin and lace full slip. "Yes, my naughty little boy, perhaps some special punishment will be in store for you." She unceremoniously let go of Percy's chin, and watched a tear fall from his frightened eye. And then She took Her long hand and traced the wide ruffled white lace hem of the frilly pinafore his dear Stepmother had forced him to wear for this morning's tea party. Miss Prim lifted the ruffled white lace hem and examined the double layer of white tulle, it, too, flounced with white lace, attached to the pinafore skirt. "It pleases me, dear boy, that your wonderful Mommy took my advice recently when I recommended this particular style pinafore for Her 'little boy,'" She remarked, sarcasm dripping from Her beautiful painted lips when She referred to Percy as a little 'boy.' Percy's face was in shock!!! He had no idea that his Stepmother knew this Woman. And now She revealed to Percy that his own beautiful Stepmother had already consulted with Miss Prim. It was obvious Miss Prim was making little Percy quite uncomfortable. But She had only started. "My dear boy, I presume your Mommy has instructed you in the proper way to comport oneself when in the presence of Ladies and Little Girls, even petticoated Tomboys?" With that last remark, She looked cheerfully at Little Tina. Percy didn't answer. Miss Prim gripped Percy's chin again, squeezing it. "YOU will curtsey and you will do it now, Percy." Percy looked pleadingly at his Stepmother. Stephanie simply replied, "You will obey Miss Prim just like you obey me, Percy." "B...B...B...But........" "SILENCE!" Percy's Stepmother raised Her voice authoritatively to Her little boy.  Percy swallowed hard. How embarrassing!!! How utterly embarrassing!!! Especially in front of the prettiest Little Girl in Percy's school. The same Little Girl he had taunted and teased. And now it was Tina Gilbert looking at Percy. Smiling at him mockingly. The stunningly beautiful Miss Prim stepped back from Percy, placed Her hands femininely on Her hips...and waited. Her beauty and Her femininity, of course, were simply too much for little Percy to overcome. And so, right there in front of the pretty petticoated Tomboy Tina Gilbert, Her dressmaker Mother Nancy Gilbert, and the imposing Miss Prim, little Percy acquiesced. Shamefaced, the boy took his fingers, daintily took hold of the poufy pinafore skirts, dropped to his wobbly knees, and curtsied. In front of Miss Prim. She ordered him to "hold your position." As She walked around him, She pointed out several faults with his performance. "Typical for a little boy," Miss Prim said coldly. And then She added, "Not hearly dainty enough. When MY pupils curtsey, it is the ultimate sign of submission and respect to ALL Ladies and Little Girls." Percy's Stepmother asked Miss Prim, "What can be done to insure proper curtseying, Miss Prim?" Miss Prim looked at Little Tina Gilbert, then at Percy, and finally at Percy's beautiful Stepmother, saying coldly, "Petticoating..."