Julie

My dearest Blanche

With what inquisitiveness and anticipation did I open your letter! Fortunate I was that Mama was not here when the postman arrived bearing an envelope with the very handwriting upon it that I had waited for. Papa was aware of its arrival, but no doubt thought it full of “silly stuff” and so did not ask me about its contents, which was extremely fortunate! Did it all really happen? Oh, you must tell me more! I was quite carried away, and so much so, I confess, that while I perused it lying on my bed I could not help but steal a hand up beneath my skirt to tickle myself a little. So you see, you are not the only naughty one! Alas, I cannot really reply in kind, for you know how dull life is here. Even so, I will confess that Cousin Edwin kissed me the other day upon the first landing when no one was about. I was much in a fluster that one of the servants-or worse, Papa or Mama-would ascend and discover us.

The naughty boy pushed me into a corner, and though I tried to twist my mouth away from his, he finally succeeded in capturing my lips which made me feel quite swoony. I begged him softly to desist, but he would not. Boldly then he pressed his leg between my own so that I actually felt his thigh rubbing against my pussy through my gown and drawers! Dear Blanche, I blushed and tried to press him back, but cornered as I was he had the advantage of me, said what a pretty thing I was and then had the greater temerity to feel my titties at which I cried out a little and he, being scared, ran into the bedroom he is using and closed the door. For myself, I could not move for a moment and felt quite dizzy. My titties had swollen and my nipples were hard.

I felt my cheeks flushed and had a naughty desire to rub myself between my legs. Had I but received and read your letter before, I might have let him continue to be libertine with me for a moment or two more, but in thinking on it I do realise that you were enjoying yourself with girls, whereas with a man it is more than merely naughty, is it not? Perhaps you will be my adviser now-who knows! Did I do wrong to let him feel my breasts? The naughty boy said, “Oh, your lovely tits!”, the while he kissed me, which at that moment then I thought was very rude. Even so I cannot wait the long weeks for your return, however brief. I would love to kiss you properly now, dearest Blanche, and let you feel inside my drawers. How naughty we shall be, but what exciting fun! I remember once when you were trying on a gown of mine and stood in petticoat and stockings, I thought how nice your bottom looked and dearly wanted then to feel it-did not dare to say so, though! You see, you are more than forgiven. Indeed, I cannot contain myself for the sight of your next letter. Do hasten it, I beg you, for my poor head twirls. I try to think of more and more naughty things you girls can do, but my silly imagination is not up to it. To be sure, I think myself so ignorant now regarding all these things. If you were here now, we could take all our clothes off and lie in bed naked together with our fingers in each others quims (what a lovely word that is!) and you could tell me all, and all again. Write soon, write soon, for I shall die to know! Your adoring ethel my darling Ethel, What a dear surprise your letter was! How thrilled I was to learn of your first exploits, but I must tell you very quickly (for I fear that if I do not write it down now I shall hesitate to do so) that one may be as equally naughty with men as with girls-or yes, even lovely ladies! You see, I had better explain that we do no real “lessons” here, by which I mean that the only commonplaces of education we must sustain are to improve our French and similarly to improve our writing styles in English. Madam is very insistent in elegance in all things, even down to prose.

French in particular is very important for reading many of the delicious books that are almost too naughty to translate into our own tongue, although Madam says that this must be one of our exercises!

Additionally we have music, dancing, and physical exercises, for it is paramount (the word that Madam uses) to develop our figures to the full. As you know, it is a very expensive establishment and limited only to a dozen girls whose fondest parents wish for them a complete education. I am sure, of course, that dear Mama is unaware that naughtiness is part of our curriculum, and never will. One must be discreet, as Madam says, and always gives a little wink and rolls her hips whenever she says it! We are called at 8.30 each morning by maids who bring us cups of steaming coffee or chocolate with small croissants, butter and a little marmalade, which Madam kindly imports from home. After this we get up in pairs and go to one of the three bathrooms. The baths are big enough for two girls at a time and are surrounded by tall mirrors so that we can see ourselves reflected from every angle. Since my “seduction” I enjoy it immensely, for I and my companion of the morning intertwine our limbs in the warm, perfumed water and watch the reflections of our lascivious postures in the mirrors. It is important, Madam says, that we should see how gracefully we move our limbs, thrust out our bottoms and keep our titties raised. Many of the girls-including of course Bertha-tell me the most excitingly improper stories when we are ensconced thus in the bath, when, of course, our lips and fingers soon begin to play with one another. After bathing and having a full breakfast, we are allowed to wear only our gown, stockings and shoes, with nothing else whatever beneath, for Madam insists that this encourages the most important of our curves to grow and-as she says-fulfill themselves. We linger around chatting until midday when we have a light meal and then gather in her private sitting room, which is very luxurious and commodious. There we always find her as enticingly undepressed as we.

Our French lessons begin then, and these consist mainly of reading aloud in turn from some novel of a very spicy kind, after which we discuss and ask about the words and phrases that are foreign to us. Madam does everything to encourage this, then sets us to our exercise books and our translations of the most sensuous passages from the novels. Finally, before dinner, we are allowed to walk around the town. I must say that, dressed so lightly and so tightly as we are, we draw the most lustful glances from the men as we go by. The naughty words, “What a bottom!” are frequently heard in French. So cunningly are our dresses fashioned that our titties bounce inside them as we walk! On our return we practise our physical exercises in very tight and revealing costumes, or do a little music and then dance. It is only we older girls-the six of us-who have the privilege of later dinner with Madam. Saturday evenings in particular are a very special occasion for then we arrive in her sitting room wearing cloaks which, as soon as the door is closed, we discard, revealing our very exclusive gowns which display our breasts to just below our nipples, and the hems of which come an inch or two above our stocking tops, to all effect like very brief chemises! This, as Madam says, is to encourage us not to be shy in any circumstances with men, whoever they may be, provided that their admiration for our charms might immediately or at some future time be to our advantage.

Immediately we seat ourselves, the sliding up of our skirts reveals the most alluring of sights and, during our story-telling and novel-reading hour, many are the longing glances thrown at Madam's superb figure, her long milky thighs revealed as boldly as our own.

Occasionally I have heard her sigh and part her legs most provocatively when one of the girls told a really naughty tale, which-by the way-we must always do in French since it sounds much more elegant and by no means as crude as when uttered in our own plain Anglo-Saxon. This reminds me to tell you about a book that we senior girls are reading with Madam and which is called Le Demi-Monde des Jeunes Filles. I need not tell you that it is very rude and that the word demi-monde is one used to describe high-class ladies with the most erotic tastes who are sometimes even rewarded for their services!

In the case of this story, however, none of the ladies deign to receive other than costly gifts, which Madam says is every young lady's right in any event. But I see I am late for my next soiree with Madam so must hasten to finish now and will tell you more of this naughty story in my next. Have you been on the landing again with Cousin Edward?!

My fondest love,Blanche

Editor's Note:

In order to spare the reader an unbroken text, I have divided the letters much as chapters are arranged in other books. Ethel's reply follows immediately.