Fantasy In Satin
By Bea
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I was in two minds as I returned to our bedroom. On one hand, I knew I'd obviously annoyed her by complaining of how she was treating me. Now she was actually referring to me as a girl - had even effeminized my name. I knew it was all my fault and tried desperately to think of a way to get back into her good graces again. On the other hand, it now appeared that Rose was to get her comeuppance. "That'll teach her to boss me around" I thought happily.
Rose and the girls had left the bedroom, for which I was grateful. Blushing furiously, although nobody was there to see me, I put on the powder blue nightgown and robe that were hanging in my closet. There were no boxy shapes on this outfit. The nightgown bodice was of embroidered satin, with a rounded scoop neckline and short puffy chiffon sleeves . (I now saw what everyone had been saying about my arms - they were rather pretty). There was some kind of built-in bra, but it was quite soft, so not uncomfortable - actually seemed to contain the soft breasts that my chocolate diet was helping to form. The skirt was, again, layers of chiffon that belled out from the waist. Not as long as the robe I'd just taken off, I discovered that the skirt of the nightgown swirled quite nicely when I walked.
The robe complemented the gown beautifully. Mostly chiffon, but with two satin inserts at the front. It tied with a full sash, which I took great pains to tie into a pretty bow. It dawned on me that if Ellen liked the way I looked, she might not be upset with me any more. "Oh! There you are!" I heard Rose say. "How pretty you are, miss Henry." I turned too quickly in a hurry to speak my mind. "And such a pretty swirl too. Been practicing?" She laughed.
"Ellen wants to speak to you." I said spitefully. "About what?" She asked. "About you calling me 'miss' Henry. It's got to stop!" I retorted. Her face darkened. "You went tattling to the mistress about me? Trying to get me in trouble?" As she talked, she came right up to me and grabbed my shoulders. Started shaking me. "I have had just about enough of you!" She gritted through her teeth. "Going to teach you a lesson!" I grappled with her, and was given a dreadful surprise.
She was soft and girlish. Her uniform was satiny smooth, her lace apron and cap accentuated her femininity - but all of a sudden I knew who was actually playing the female role in our little contest. My arms were pretty. Soft and weak - and helpless against her. My breasts strained against the bra in another indication of my womanliness. My chiffon skirts floated around my smooth hairless legs.
Squeaking and squealing my fear and outrage, I was pushed over to the dressing table. There she picked up a hair brush. Then, weakening by the minute, I was forced over to the bed. With practically no effort on her part now, she sat down and arranged me over her knees. "Please don't spank me." I sobbed. "Please Rose?" "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" She asked. "Yes Rose. I'm sorry I spoke to Ellen about you." "Yes - and you're going to be sorrier." She replied.
With that, she pulled my layers of protective clothing away to bare my backside. Quickly, she applied the hairbrush with six stinging blows. She then let me up to my feet. Weeping more with the indignity of the event than the actual pain, I wasn't aware of leaving the room with her. Then I realized that we were walking along the hall. Suddenly I remembered. "Rose? I'm sorry. I forgot to tell .. I mean 'ask' you if you would take the rollers from my hair? Ellen said.." "That's ok. Let's go to my room. We'll do it there." She said, kindly enough.
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