Under Aunty's Control by Vicky

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Under Aunty's Control by Vicky

My dad died when I was 5 and my Mom struggled to support us on her secretary's salary. We probably wouldn't have made it without the financial help of dad's older sister, my ultra rich Aunt Marsha. Aunt Marsha was the widow of a European industrialist and spent most of her time abroad, but I always found her incredibly intimidating when She swept into our lives for her annual visit to our small apartment. She was always an imposing figure, in one of her signature hats over her immaculately coiffed hairdo, large dangling earrings, and dramatic make-up even in the middle of the day.

She was always swathed in designer dresses and suits, fur coats, dripping in jewels and perched on skyscraper heels that just made her large voluptuous figure that much more imposing. I could smell her perfume before my mother even opened the door. I always dreaded her visits. I had to wear my best sunday school clothes, which Aunt Marsha had purchased for me the year before. It was always something hideous, like a velvet Eton suit or a blue wool sailor suit complete with knee socks and strap shoes.

This didn't change even though I was now 13 years old, and embarassed to be in such juvenile wear. Mother would put on her nicest dress and Aunt Marsha would barrel into the room, her maid and chauffeur in tow. "Sharon Darling!!! After some quick air kisses, She would zero in on me. "Now were is that precious little boy??!!! Come to Aunty darling!!"

I would be pulled into her grip, her gleaming manicured talons digging into my wrist, the clouds of perfume making me cough as she pressed my cheek tightly against her fur covered bosom and began stroking my dirty blond hair. "Sharon our little one is getting prettier every time I see him!! Look at those gorgeous eyelashes, and these precious pouty lips!!!" I could feel the ball of her thumb tracing my mouth, the tip of her crimson pointed nail jabbing my nose. I turned the color of her nail polish.

Aunty Marsha was always going on and on about my "pretty lips" and my "peaches and cream complexion." "What do you say to your Aunt Marsha, Stephen?" my mother admonished me. "Er,.... um, thank you Aunt Marsha...." I mumbled. "Awwwwwwww, is Aunty's dearheart blushing like a schoolgirl? She pinched my cheeks, then stood me up facing her. Look at my little sailor!!! I think those shorts could be taken up an inch or two but otherwise he just looks scrumptious!!! And wait till you see the new outfit Aunty bought for you Sweetlips!!" I glanced over at the numerous packages the chauffeur had placed on the table with dread.

But Aunt Marsha was already moving on to her favorite subject, and I watched my Mother with enormous anxiety, praying she wouldn't crack. "Now Sharon, you really MUST let Stephen come and live with me this summer. I can give the boy all the best, you know that." I saw my mother wringing her hands. "Yes Marsha, I know that, it's just Stephen is all I have, and he really feels comfortable here at home ...." Aunt Marsha cut her off with a wave of her hand. "My dear brother would have wanted nothing less. And you know darling," she went on with a devious smile playing over her glossy lips, "I would arrange for the little monthly allowance I've been sending You to be increased significantly if agree to my little arrangement. It will be good for both of you!!"

Aunt Marsha snapped her fingers and Evelyn, her maid scurried forward with Her enormous black patent pocketbook. Aunt Marsha removed a black alligator skin chequebook and a sterling silver pen. "I could give you an advance right now Sharon dear. What do you say?" I pleaded with my eyes at my mother but she didn't seem to see me. "Well, ........ I suppose one summer......" "Excellent! Then it's settled!!" She scribbled a cheque and handed it to my Mother.

I stood there dumfounded, feeling like I was being sold. "I'll send Edward around this Saturday to collect Stephen. You can dress him in the new darling outfit I just bought. And don't bother packing a bag for him darling, I'm going to outfit him in an entirely new warddrobe." Turning to me she toussled my hair. "I'm sure you are going to LOVE it Sugarlips!!!" She looked at me like I was a morsel on a silver tray she couldn't wait to gobble up. She laughed gaily, and was still laughing as She said her goodbyes. "Mother how could you!!" As soon as Aunt Marsha left I turned on her.

Aunt Marsha had been trying to talk mother in to letting me stay with her since I was 5 years old and mother had always refused politely. I had always made it plain to mother that I wanted no part of living with Aunt Marsha for even a weekend, let alone a whole summer. "I'm sorry darling, but I didn't have any choice." She looked down at the cheque in her hands. "It's only for this one summer, I promise darling. I'm sure you'll have a lovely time.

Part 2

Despite my dread it seemed that Saturday came in the blink of an eye. I pleaded with my Mother not to put me in the outfit Aunt Marsha had left for me, but her mind was made up. "It's just for the summer Stephen. I know this outfit is a little fancy, but your Aunt Marsha is very rich and has expensive tastes." "But Mother, she's even sent me fancy underwear!!!" "No one sees your underwear silly. Now let's get dressed."

I put on the red silk underwear and matching undershirt with spaghetti straps. Then cam a snow white satin blouse with a ruffled collar and bell shaped sleeves that gathered at the wrists. The pants were red velvet and could not really be described as pants, or even shorts. The legs came to just above my knees and flared out widely. "Why they're coulottes!" Mother exclaimed as she fastened the 3 big buttons at the side of my waist.

The socks were more like stockings, white silk and to mid-thigh held up by a thick elastic band of stretchy white lacey material at the top. The shoes were shaped like ballet slippers but in stiff red patent leather, with a large shiny silver rectangular buckle on the instep. Then came a red angora cardigan sweater with padded shoulders and a tapered waist. To top this off was a wide brimmed straw hat with a wide red velvet hatband. "Mother!!!" I sobbed as she placed the hat over my longish hair and I saw the full effect for the first time. "Please, I look like a great big sissy!!"

I could see Mother hestitate for a moment, but then a horn blared in front of the house, followed by a firm knock on the door. "That must be Edward." Mother walked to the front door and opened it. Aunt Marsha's muscular chauffeur looked at me expectantly, evidencing no reaction whatsoever to my bright red costume. "Very well dear," Mother continued, "have a glorious summer and don't forget to phone Your mother once in a while!!" She kissed me warmly.

Before I could react Edward was at my side, gently but firmly gripping my red angora swathed elbow and leading me toward the door. "Right this way young Master Stephen." I looked over my shoulder at my Mother, her hands clasped as I was steered through the door. Then Edward shut it firmly and escorted me into the back of Aunt Marsha's limosine.

I sat perched on the edge of the leather seat, staring down at my shiny red shoes with their old fashioned buckles. I didn't even know where I was going. We drove on in silence, until, despite all my trepidations, I fell asleep. When Edward shook me awake it was dark. I was led, disoriented, into the bright lights of a sumptuously appointed entrance hall.

The maid was standing there. She bobbed a curtsey. "Right this way Miss Stephen, your Aunt Marsha is expecting you." I followed her clicking black heels down a long corridor, my own shoes tapping loudly against the marble floor. We paused before a door, and the maid knocked. "Come IN!!!!!" Aunt Marsha practically crowed the greeting. The door was opened on a sitting room.

Aunt Marsha was sitting comfortably in a large antique sofa with deep cushions. "Oh look at my darling one!!! Do a twirl for your Aunty dear." I shamefacedly shuffled around in a circle. "Hmmmmm, just as I expected. While it's a darling outfit, it's just far too masculine for my sweetcheeks!!" She laughed gaily. That was the last thing I expected her to say. Too masculine? Aunt Marsha looked at my bewildered face. She smiled serenely and patted the soft cushion next to her with her freshly manicured fingers. "Come sit next to Aunty, we have a lot to talk about!"

I sank into the couch next to Aunt Marsha and her fingers began to play over my hair, face, and outfit, tugging at the sweater, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear and constantly prodding and fussing over me as she spoke. "Stephen my sweet, when my dear brother passed away when you were 5 years old and I saw your precious face for the first time since you were born, I was astonished at how pretty you were.

Those extra long lashes framing those gorgeous wide eyes, that sweet upturned nose," she pressed the tip of her index finger playfully as she said this, "and those perfectly pouty, luscious lips" here She traced my lips, sliding the back of her glossy nail against them. All I could think was that my pretty nephew could be the sweet angelic daughter I never had!!!! The one I've always wanted to doll up in the most gorgeous frilly confections and show off to all my friends!!"

I sat there dumbfounded. "But your stubborn mother," she continued, "refused to let me borrow you for even a weekend. "Oh Sharon, I said to her at the time, he's only 5 years old!! Look at that face!! What harm could come in putting that golden flax in pigtails, popping him into a sweet frilly satin sunday school dress and showing him off! He won't even remember!! But she always had an excuse. "Well Stephen dearest," here she squeezed my red velvet covered thigh and grinned at me with a knowing smile, "as you will soon find, your Aunty Marsha is a woman who is used to always getting her way. And I still can't believe it took me 8 years to talk your Mother into letting me get a hold of you. But you'll find I can be very, very, persistent." With a start, I suddenly realized that my Mother might have had more than an inkling about what Aunt Marsha had planned for me.

Before this could sink in, Aunt Marsha smugly took note of my sudden realization and continued. "Yes darling, but in a way i'm glad it took this long. Because I've been proven absolutely right about you. You're prettier and more girlish in the face than ever. You were clearly meant to be dolled up in the most sugary confections Aunty's money can buy, and belive me your Aunty's money can buy exquisite frocks and frillies that even the most jaded little paegant princess has never imagined in her wildest dreams!!!" Aunt Marsha tilted back her head to laugh at her own joke.

Part 3

"Now it's late Sugarlips. Evelyn will take you to your room and pop you into bed!" Aunt Marsha snapped her fingers, the gold bracelets jangling on her wrist. Evelyn curtsied and took me by the hand, leading me down the corridor, up a large flight of stairs and down a dimly lit hallway. I was in a daze.

I felt foolish having my hand held like a small child, but Evelyn said nothing and pulled me along firmly, her black heels clicking on the wooden floor. We stopped before a door and it opened onto darkness. She led me in and shut the door, leaving us in blackness. Her nightvision must have been better than mine because she immediately removed my hat, and then started unbuttoning my sweater. "Please Evelyn, I can undress myself!" I pleaded, but she just ignored me and quickly stripped off my clothes, even tugging down my underwear!! "What are you doing ......!"

Even though it was pitch dark, Evelyn expertly retrieved something from what I guessed was a nearby chair and before I knew it I felt silky underwear being pulled up my legs. Then a mass of slippery satin was being tugged over my head. The opening was a bit tight with elastic and it got stuck around my head for a moment, but Evelyn yanked it down and pulled my arms through the sleeves, which also seemed to have elastic at the wrists.

It was some kind of nightshirt that hung just barely covering my underwear, and when I reached down to tug at the hem I felt a scratchy lacey material. Before I could explore any further Evelyn was leading me to a bed and pushing me down, pulling cool slippery sheets and a heavy comforter over me and tucking them it so tightly I could barely breathe. Without a word she slipped away and closed the door.

My heart was racing. A strong flowery perfumed cloud seemed to hang in the room, making it hard to think. The sheets felt slippery like the nightshirt, and they rubbed together with a swishing sound every time I moved. What had I gotten into? Suddenly the door opened and my Aunt Marsha was silhouetted against the dim hall light.

Dressers and curtains and the four poster bed I was laying in loomed into view but before I could make out any of the details Aunt Marsha was sitting on the edge of the bed, cupping my face tightly between her two hands. "Welcome to your new home Sugarlips. We are going to have such fun together!" She leaned down and her glossy lips covered mine, and for a brief second her wet tongue poked into my mouth. I was dumbfounded, and I could feel my p_nis hardening inside my silky underwear.

Aunt Marsha released my face and one hand slid down the comforter, down my chest and stomach and moving over my now obvious bulge. I could feel my cheeks redden. Aunt Marsha laughed gayly. "I'll see you in the morning precious!!! Sweet dreams." Suddenly she was gone, and I heard the door lock click. When my heart finally stopped racing I drifted into a fitful sleep. "Rise and shine Snugglebunny Aunty is here!!!" Suddenly bright sunlight hit my closed eyelids, causing them to squint and flutter. I felt fingers pinching my cheek hard and opened my eyes to a widely smiling Aunty Marsha.

Her hair was swept back in a royal blue chignon that matched her creamy blouse and accentuated her large silver earrings. The blouse was unbuttoned just enough to accentuate her large cleveage. As I blinked and tried to sit up, I could see Evelyn tying back pink brocade curtains. I struggled to raise myself, still tucked in under my covers. Aunt Marsha laughed. "Such a delicate little flower!!"

She pulled back the covers and pulled me into a sitting position. I gaped at the room. It was a very young girl's bedroom --- pink and white wallpaper decorated with flowers and fairies, a thick pink carpet, white baroque furniture trimmed in gold, rows of dolls and stuffed animals. The four poster bed matched the furniture and was hung with pink gauzy curtains. I pushed the pink satin comforter away and before I could get out of bed Evelyn was slipping my feet into pink fuzzy bunny slippers.

As I my feet sunk down into the carpet I looked down and almost fainted. I was in a girl's pink satin nightgown, with a large round white lace "clown" collar around the neck, with matching white lace cuffs and hem. The night gown was stitched with pink metallic thread in a floral design and festooned with small pink satin bows. As I gaped at myself, Aunt Marsha playfully lifted the nightgown, exposing my matching frilly pink satin panties. "Aren't you scrumptious Sugarlips!!!" Aunt Marsha's face was glowing. "Aunt Marsha, please, I don't need to wear these clothes ......." Aunt Marsha cut me off. "First of all, I want you to call me Aunty Marsha from now on. And second I couldn't agree more darling. We need to get you out of those night things and into something much MUCH more girlish!!!!"

Part 4

Before I knew it I was being whisked into the adjoining bathroom by Evelyn and Aunty Marsha. Evelyn undressed me like I was a doll, and she actually seated me on the toilet!! I felt my face turn hot and red. Aunty Marsha seemed greatly amused. "Awwwwwwwww is my sugar plum fairy shy about making tinkle in front of Auntykins? There there precious!!"

She pinched my cheek painfully. "You have to learn to be a good little girl dear. If you don't make wee wee than Aunty might have to put you in a big fluffy diaper!!" She seemed tickled with the idea. I gasped. As difficult as it was, I managed to pee while Aunty Marsha tapped her high heel on the tile and Evelyn put toothpaste on a pink toothbrush and ran a bath. Evelyn actually brushed my teeth while Aunty stood by. I smelled a heavily perfumed fragrance and turned around to see masses of bubbles in the bath.

Evelyn led me by the hand and put me in the bathtub, and I sank into the scented and oiled water. Suddenly Evelyn was soaping up a large wash cloth and scrubbing my skin within a inch of my life. I yelped in pain. Aunty Marsha clucked her tongue. "Tut tut darling!!! My Sugarlips must be scrubbed nice and pink!!!! You're a princess now darling, get used to it." Evelyn was scrubbing unmercifully across my sensitive nipples and started moving down my stomach.

Soon she had my p_nis wrapped in a soapy washcloth and I stiffened despite my intense embarassment. This seemed to encourage Evelyn to rub even harder. She probed the washcloth between my legs, bringing the rough soapy cloth deeper and deeper between my arse cheeks. I felt dizzy. I had never been cleaned like this. Soon my hair had been washed twice and conditioned, and Evelyn scrubbed me all over again with the freshly soaped wash cloth.

I felt weak from the steaming water all the scrubbing. I was rinsed with a hose attachment and my hair was expertly wrapped in a pink towel. Then Evelyn dried me off and rubbed scented lotion all over me. Evelyn took me by the hand again and led me out of the bathroom to the vanity in my pink and white bedroom. A mass of pink lace and satin ruffles lay on the stool. When Evelyn picked it up, I realized if was the fanciest girl's pantalette I have ever seen.

It didn't even seem real. Evelyn guided first one of my feet, than the other into the leg openings and slowly pulled it up my legs. It slithered over me until the elastic waist band hugged me snugly. Evelyn pushed me down on the vanity stool and began plucking my eyebrows. She then began to expertly file and shape my nails, applying a coral pink color and several coats of clear gloss. As these dried she did the same to my toenails.

Lotions were rubbed into my skin and I was spritzed with perfume until I coughed. "Please Aunty Marsha," I pleaded turning to my smug relative. She cut me off. "We better get something straight right now Sugarlips. I know what you are going to say. And I suggest that you refrain from ANY protestations from this point on." She stood and took me by the wrist with a pincher's grip. She brought me before the double doors of a closet. "Take a look at your new wardrobe darling." She flung open the double doors.

I felt like my heart was going to stop. There, on fancy satin hangers, were literally row after row of the fanciest, frilliest, most ruffled, girlish paegant dresses, sunday school frocks, flower girl gowns, gossamer fairy costumes, and formal beribboned party dresses.

I could never have imagined anything like it. I couldn't even begin to count them. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear sweetheart. You will be spending your summer in these lovely frocks. And trust me, you will wear ALL of them before our time together is through. And you are going to be very very HAPPY being Aunty's precious little girl. Aunty Marsha adores a happy polite and well behaved little girl. Aunty Marsha will not tolerate a fussy, complaining, or uncooperative child. Little girls that complain about their pretty panties, their lovely hair ribbons and bonnets, their adorable dresses and their sweet anklets and shiny shoes are just acting like babies. And they will be treated like BABIES.

Aunty Marsha patted my cheek and rubbed the ball of her thumb playfully over my lips. "Think of it this way Sugarlips. Your fairy godmother has waved her magic wand and turned you into a fairy princess for the whole summer. There is nothing you can do to break the spell. So enjoy yourself. If you show Aunty how much you love being her fairy princess, you will be rewarded. But if you try to break the spell, then you will find that there are more embarassing things than spending your days in these darling dresses. "Now then. First let's get you into a sweet rustling petticoat. Who's my petticoat princess now, hmmmmmmmm? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm?"

She looked at me expectantly. I struggled with the words. Aunty's warning still rang in my brain. "I..... I am. Uh, I am, Aunty." I blushed profusely. But Aunty was just getting started. "You are what sweetykins?" She looked over at Evelyn and they both seemed on the verge of giggling. "I am your..." my voice was shaking, "petticoat princess" I finished. "Oh yes you are Sugarlips!!" And with that Evelyn brought the stiff bouffant petticoat over my head.

I was lost in a tangle of tulle and satin before it was arranged expertly around my waist. Aunty was already fingering through the dresses. "Of course I've given this alot of thought princess. My darling little girl's first pretty dress. And so many to choose from!!!" She laughed. "But there is no sense in starting off slowly. Here we are, an adorable gown that any 5 year old paegeant princess would simply squeal with delight to be dressed up in!!" "She pulled a shimmering gossamer confection of frilly pink accented with a deeper hot pink with a huge lacey collar, exagerrated puffed sleeves, and a short beribboned and bowed voluminous skirt off its hanger. "Just the thing to spend your first day at Aunty's house in!!!"

I felt the dress closing over me as Evelyn brought it over my head and pulled my arms through the sleeves. Endless buttons were fastened at my back, and a huge pink satin waist sash was pulled snug and tied into an impossibly large bown in the small of my back. Aunty fussed over me, arranging the skirts over the stiff petticoats, tugging and smoothing the dress. I was instructed to twirl and almost fell over, not being used to the weight of the dress and the way it stuck out at right angles over the petticoat. Aunty laughed like she had never enjoyed anything so much.

Soon Evelyn was pulling frothy pink anklets over my feet and buckling shiny white Maryjanes on them. My hair was braided into pigtails and large pink satin bows attached. I was given a shiny white patent little girl's pocketbook to match the Maryjanes, and a porcelain doll in an equally fancy pink gown to clutch. Aunty was beside herself. "Now curtsey sweetly and thank Aunty Marsha for making you such a pretty little girl darling."

For a second I thought of running away, but knew there was no place to go. I gathered my skirts awkwardly in my hands, the pocketbook dangling from one wrist and the doll held sideways in the other hand and dipped a clumsy curtsey. "Thank you Aunty Marsha for making me such a pretty girl." "A pretty LITTLE girl darling." "A pretty little girl." "Well we must work on the gruff boyish voice, and of course that curtsey was dreadful, but we have all summer, don't we Sugarlips? All summer to be the prettiest, sweetest, most well behaved and girlish little fairy princess you can imagine!!! And Aunty is just getting started honeybunny!!!!