Women with the Whip Hand

Chapter Two-2

I was ordered to stand in the bath and discovered the water to be cold.

The girls held their noses when they approached me, exaggerating their revulsion at having to bath me, or so I thought. It was quite possible I did smell dreadful enough to justify their gestures.

The girls first created lather and then applied the sharp bristles to my skin, using plenty of elbow grease, and soon my flesh was red raw. When they came to my c**k they were just as brutal, pushing their brushes between my legs to scrub my balls. One girl took my soft c**k in her hand and used the brush down the length of it. I almost doubled up with the pain. The girls just smiled at each other and moved round to my ravaged rear where they ignored the welts and scrubbed just as fiercely, also making me bend over and open my buttocks so they could soap my anus. They rubbed their forefingers on the green soap and pushed them up high, taking turns to abuse me.

They scooped up the cold water and poured handfuls over my long hair then rubbed in some strong smelling liquid that I supposed had the purpose of removing lice.

I was then wrapped in a large white towel and taken up the servants’ staircase to a bedroom where Caroline and Vicki were waiting.

The maids curtseyed to the sisters and used the towel to dry me.

The girls inspected me closely.

“At least he’s cleaner,” said Vicki.

Caroline dismissed the maids with a wave of her hand.

“A little more respectable,” observed Caroline, ‘but he’s covered in bruises and scratches. He’s such an uncouth creature. Heaven knows what mama will think.”

Moments later a well dressed woman wearing black swept into the room.

If I hadn’t known Lady Brentford was still in mourning for her late husband I might not have realized I was in the presence of her ladyship, now the head of the household. She was a woman of stern countenance who I judged to be in her late forties. I could see how much Caroline resembled her.

Vicki whispered to me to bow and, naked as I was, I swept my arm in front of me, bent my back, and dipped my head low.

“So this is the boy who dares to take his recreation on our estate.”

Lady Brentford observed me with great distaste, looking me up and down. ‘Stand properly,” she said. ‘Your posture is dreadful.”

I straightened my shoulders and stood to attention.

“Can we keep him, mother?” asked Vicki.

“Keep the creature? A dirty ill bred boy like this! What on earth for?”

“We caught him,” said Caroline.

“And I’m glad you did but we don’t keep every poacher we find.”

“He could be our little plaything,” said Vicki.

“He’s hardly little,” said Lady Brentford.

The girls giggled at this but their mother simply frowned.

Lady Brentford seemed innocent as to the reason why two young women might want a boy to play with.

“Where would he live?”

“With the maids. In fact he could be our maid.”

“A boy becoming a maid!”

“We could turn him into a girl, civilize him.”

Lady Brentford went to the window and peered out over the gardens. She seemed deep in thought. When she spoke again her opinion appeared to have altered.

“I suppose he could be useful in that capacity,” she said. ‘It might be an interesting project for you, a little experiment. To take a boy of low birth and teach him manners and deportment and the ways of polite society will make an interesting challenge. But he will need to be restrained and controlled in the early stages. He may become excited in the presence of so many females.”

I was conscious her Ladyship was looking at my c**k.

Perhaps she was not as unworldly as I had imagined.

“Mama means his p***s may get stiff like the stallions do,” explained Caroline.

“I know,” said Vicki scornfully. ‘I know what his balls are called too. They’re his testicles.”

The girls exchanged gleeful glances unseen by their mother.

“He will need to be educated,” said Lady Brentford, pursing her lips. ‘Perhaps I should bring back Miss Byrne.”

“Oh, pity the poor boy!” said Vicki.

“Mother, she was so strict,” agreed her sister. ‘You had no idea how severely she chastised us.”

“Just what the boy needs’, said her Ladyship.

“But we can control him, train him to be obedient.”

“I know my dear but he needs to be properly educated.”

“I wonder how Miss Byrne will take to schooling a boy for a change?” asked Vicki.

“Do you remember her flogging horse?” Caroline asked her sister.

“It was so humiliating being caned on the bare bottom.”

“I wouldn’t like to be in his shoes that’s all I can say,” offered her sister.

“He hasn’t got any shoes,” laughed Vicki.

“Girls, I hope you are going to take this venture seriously and not act like children who beg for a puppy at Christmas and then never take it for a walk and neglect it.”

“Oh no, mama! We keep calling him ‘the boy’. We don’t even know his name. What is it?”

“Tom, ma’am,” I said.

“Then we must call him by a girl’s version of the name,” said Caroline.

“That would be Thomasina,” said their mother. ‘The feminine form of Thomas. It’s one of those newly coined modern names and I can’t say I like it.”

“Hello Thomasina,” chorused the girls.

I felt so foolish and confused I simply bowed to the three women.

“I’ll have to see his parents,” said Lady Brentford. ‘I suppose you have a mother and father?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said in a quiet voice.

“They will no doubt be greatly relieved that you will not have to appear before the magistrate, and suitably grateful I hope.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said again.

At that point I must have fainted, exhausted and weak from lack of nourishment, because I heard no more.

Where my name is changed from Thomas to Thomasina and I become the property and plaything of several ladies

When I regained consciousness it was Vicki’s face I saw first.

Realizing I was awake she hurriedly took her hand away from playing with my c**k. I was dimly aware that she was holding it between her thumb and forefinger and pulling back my foreskin to reveal my glans.

I was still naked save for a bib.

“You’re on my bed, Thomasina,” she said. ‘I’ve brought a little broth for you. Mind, it’s hot.” She took a spoonful from the bowl which was set on a bedside cabinet along with a glass of water and brought it slowly to my lips. The smell reminded me just how hungry I was and I sipped eagerly.

“Steady, Thomasina, don’t gulp it down,” she warned. ‘That’s a good girl.”

I was so famished I hardly cared I was being addressed as if I was female but I wondered how long they would keep up their silly game.

Vicki told me to drink the water and handed the glass to me.

I managed to drink without spilling the contents.

When I had finished the broth I felt much better though I had quite a severe ache in my head.

“Are you able to stand?” asked Vicki. ‘Caroline has gone to fetch you something to wear.”

I swung my legs off the bed, as I had been lying on the quilt, and tested my ability to stand unaided.

Vicki looked towards the door as if fearful her sister might appear before suddenly kissing me fiercely on the lips.

“You’re mine Thomasina. Remember I’m your mistress. Do you understand you must be loyal to me above all others or I will punish you?”

“Yes Miss Victoria,” I said.

She took my hand and placed it on her bosom. I was frightened Caroline would walk in and I would be punished for what Vicki was making me do. She seemed greatly agitated. Her breathing was rapid and her hand was trembling. She made it clear she wanted me to caress her breasts and I fondled her as she directed.

When her sister returned Vicki drew away from me quickly and her sister saw nothing suspicious.

Caroline had brought a pair of three quarter length white bloomers for me to wear with lace frills at the hem. When I pulled them on they were very tight fitting and showed the outline of my genitals very prominently.

“We will have to do something about his c**k. Perhaps tape it under his legs or something.”

Caroline placed a mop cap on my head.

“When we do her hair, she’ll look quite pretty,” said Vicki.

“I think we’ll dispense with her dress and apron for the time being,” said Caroline. ‘She looks lovely in her underwear.”

I was made to parade up and down the bedroom.

“Walk like a girl,” Caroline ordered. ‘Take shorter steps and swing your arms more.”

My first attempts were greeted with laughter and derision.

***

That evening I was back in shirt and breeches borrowed from one of the stable lads. Lady Brentford announced her wish to see my father and mother ‘to explain the new arrangements’ and I joined her and her daughters in the carriage to show her the way. I was very nervous and embarrassed at the prospect of the meeting, feeling ashamed of my humble origins being with such grand people. Then I hated myself for having such thoughts. My sisters, Lucy in particular, were the equal of any girls in beauty despite their lack of fine clothes. My mother showed her love for all her children and my father, for all our disagreements, was hard working.

He regarded me as lazy and he was probably right.

The sight of her Ladyship’s carriage approaching our village caused flocks of youngsters to gather and run behind shouting in excitement like screeching gulls following the plough.

When the carriage stopped outside our humble cottage there was general consternation and my father had to chase away the urchins who pressed their noses against the window.

My mother curtseyed and my father bowed as Lady Brentford swept into our tiny living space with her girls in train.

“You would be aware that your son spent the night in the stocks,” said Lady Brentford.

“We’re ever so sorry, my Lady,” said my mother. ‘He’s brought disgrace to our family.”

My father glared in my direction and I knew he would be itching to take his belt to me.

“He has indeed,” agreed Lady Brentford. ‘I’m not sure he’s particularly contrite even now.”

My mother looked at me in such a way I knew I had to apologize without her needing to speak the words.

“I’m very, very sorry, your Ladyship.”

“I hope that is from the heart, Thomasina…I mean Thomas,” said Lady Brentford.

Her Ladyship made a cursory inspection of our few furnishings and belongings. ‘I’ve decided to spare him an appearance before the magistrate,” she announced.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you, your Ladyship,” said my mother falling on her knees at Lady Brentford’s feet.

“That’s very kind of you,” said my father gruffly.

“Yes, I’ve decided to take him on my staff to see if we can reform him.”

“That is so generous. Make sure you make the best of your opportunity, Thomas,” said mother.

“How will he be employed?” asked my father. ‘In the stables or gardens? A bit of hard physical work is what he needs.”

My mother coughed.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” father said. ‘I didn’t mean to presume to question you…”

“Don’t worry, we’ll work him hard and we’ll supply a little book learning as well. Most important of all we’ll teach him the difference between right and wrong. Of course I will need to increase your rent as we’ll be providing his keep but the sum will not be great…in the circumstances.”

“So generous,” muttered my mother.

“We’re indebted to you, Lady Brentford,” said father.

And so it was my family handed me over to the tender mercies of Lady Brentford and her daughters, no doubt thinking they were doing the best for me

Where I become a lady of distinction

In the weeks that followed the girls set about creating a regime designed to make me as compliant and feminine as possible assisted by the two maids who had bathed me on my arrival at Morton Towers.

A razor was borrowed from one of the male servants and my entire body was shaved by the maids, my chest hair and the hair on my legs, my arm pits and my arms. The hair on my belly was removed and my pubic hair trimmed; my balls denuded.

The maids also shaved my neck and styled my hair in feminine ways with many ringlets and curls and the addition of hair pieces. My eyebrows were plucked and shaped. This styling did more than anything to transform me and I became used to seeing a girl’s image in the mirror.

After the almost total depilation of my body, lots of creams were rubbed into my skin so it became soft and smooth like a girl’s. Gradually the cuts on my back which I carried from my night in the pillory healed over. The marks made by the severe beating the girls had dealt me when I was first apprehended faded but were replaced by new stripes each time I was punished. Now they made sure any corporal punishments were concentrated on my buttocks so the rest of me remained unblemished.