Gynecocracy

CHAPTER 12

When she was dressed Gertrude turned and gave me a glittering smile looking so fresh and beautiful in her exquisite toilette of faint pink, that, without delay, I fell in love with her over again. It was this lovely form, I reflected, that had sat so long upon my lap in the train, those hands that had invaded my privacy, and subjugated my rebellious male sex, those bright eyes that had seen all I had to show.

She smiled at me and daintily raising her voluminous and clinging drapery from her feet, showed me her low-cut shoes and slender ankles in the pink, open-work silk stockings I had had the privilege of putting on for her; so high did she raise them that I gained a glimpse of the trimming of her pink silk skirt-drawers.

"Oh, Mamma, Mamma!" I exclaimed, falling on my knees and clasping my hands before her divinely corseted and dressed form. I kissed the backs of her hands one after the other as they held up her skirts.

"Julian, how impressed you appear to be! Would you," with a lovely flush, "like to lose yourself, to be smothered in all this drapery-under-under my petticoats?" And she gazed at me inquiringly and archly half lifted them.

"Above all things!" I cried with enthusiasm.

So with a charmingly mischievous air she walked across to where I was kneeling and threw her skirts over my head and lifted her legs, one by one, across my shoulders.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Julian!" she exclaimed, moving rapturously. "Oh, Baby! Whoever taught you to do it so well?" as I found, amid her glowing flesh, her well-developed clitoris and tickled it vigorously with my tongue.

"Oh!" she cried. "Stop! You must let me lean against the bed." There I continued my delightful task and tasted and swallowed the divine nectar of the woman I loved.

Mademoiselle very soon returned and we went to dinner. Mademoiselle was in very high spirits, declaring London of all places the most charming, saying she was positively obliged to me for having occasioned the visit.

"I have got a box for the Gaiety tomorrow night and you shall attend us in your smartest corset, Miss," she said to me. "Your smartest corset! Oh, I have seen such lovely ones! I wonder how you will like the regime of the stay-lace!"

Gertrude's pretty assumption of authority over me thrilled me as did also her constant glances. I looked at her silently in reply.

Towards the end of dinner Mademoiselle made an observation to me to which I replied rather petulantly.

"His trousers make him uncommonly pert," observed Mademoiselle.

"Yes," rejoined Gertrude, "he shall be punished after dinner by being deprived of them and of all his masculine garments; and as we have no others to give him just now he will have to remain without any at all."

Mademoiselle looked at me with a provoking little smile and a sparkle of satisfaction in her eyes as much as to say: "How will you like that, I wonder?" Aloud she said: "I am glad your mamma keeps you well under her thumb. She evidently knows how to deal with a precocious boy."

The prospect of being despoiled of all my male finery which gave me position and dignity and a sense of my importance by these two exquisite damsels upon whom I gazed noting their lips and features, their busts, their unveiled, swelling, and rounded bosoms, their shapely arms, their waists, and their petticoats, filled me with a delicious tremor and a sweet confusion. A sense of their feminine sex overwhelmed me, intoxicated me. My heart palpitated to such an extent as almost to suffocate me and effectually prevented my eating. I knew as sure as fate that as soon as the dessert had been cleared away I should have to undergo my doom.

Fresh glasses were put on the table, the dinner things had all gone. Mademoiselle had informed the maid that she would ring if anything was required. The coffee was filling the room with its fragrance when Mademoiselle flung herself upon the couch and placed a cigarette between her lips.

"Now, Julian," said Gertrude peremptorily, "I really am very sorry but I cannot overlook your disrespect to Mademoiselle. You must be taught to behave properly and with due deference to young ladies. Come here! I must deprive you of your trousers and of these other things," she continued, twitching my shirt, "which seem to inspire you with such boldness-you are evidently not fit to wear them. Your discipline does not even yet seem to have impressed you with sufficient awe of the petticoat. Perhaps when you have no clothes on your feelings will induce you to behave more decorously."

"Oh, Gertrude! Oh, Mamma! Someone may come in," cried I, standing up and trembling, while Mademoiselle smiled on the sofa sending little rings and wreaths of smoke up to the ceiling from her dainty mouth.

"I cannot help that," replied she, taking me by the shoulders. "If they do, you must regard it as a part of the penalty you have to pay!"

She slipped her hand down to my waist as she faced me and unfastened the buttons all the way down the front of my principal garment. Then she undid the braces and pulled them down. She next did the same with my drawers.

She made me seat myself and took my clothes including the shoes and socks off and deposited them on a chair some distance away. "There! I have taken charge of them. Now, come, your jacket, your waistcoat, no nonsense!"

And I stood there in my shirt, which barely came down to my braces. She undid my tie with scant ceremony and took off the collar, unfastening the three studs of my shirt. Notwithstanding my protests, she gathered up its skirts and lifted it off over my head. My vest scarcely concealed my nakedness and the next moment that too was unbuttoned and I was deprived of it.

"This I believe," she said pulling me in front, "this ugly thing is, I believe, the cause of all your naughtiness!"

"He will have it cut off tomorrow," calmly observed Mademoiselle.

"Oh! Oh!" I exclaimed shuddering. "Not really?"

"We shall see," she remarked.

"Now, Julian, tomorrow morning when you have to dress you will have to pay for these garments before I shall give them back to you," went on Gertrude menacingly.

"I think he should be well birched," remarked Mademoiselle, who had an inordinate affection for the birch. "The birch," she exclaimed, "warms a bold boy's bottom more to a lady's satisfaction than anything else. It is so delightful to feel that one has made a boy's bottom smart, and burn so much that he ardently wishes he had not one."

"I dare say you may find it very desirable to birch him, Mademoiselle, but he will not get his clothes back without becoming acquainted with my little riding whip. I long to lay it across his bottom," said Gertrude, passing her hand over that part of me which they both took so much strange delight in repeatedly naming.

"For your vest and shirt you will receive three strokes each; for your drawers, as a more important and indispensable article, six; and for your trousers as the most important, and the most emblematic garment, a dozen."