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.
2
My darling Blanche,
Your letters become ever more exciting and I pray they will continue to do so! What a pet you are to tell me all. I cherish every sentence that you write and cannot tell you how many times I have read your latest until I know most of it by heart. I am sure this can do me no harm at all and in fact will improve my education quite free of charge! I long to hear of the naughty novel you mentioned. Will you tell me all about it? I have never read one, as you know, nor even had sight of one (poor Mama would faint if she knew they even existed, I am sure), and so I am all agog to know what it will contain and if it really has some very naughty words in it. Alas, dear Edward departed shortly after I had written to you and made no other attempt to capture me, but only, I am sure, because he feared discovery. He looked at me most longingly several times. I did not know whether to be bold with my eyes or not and dearly needed your advice-or Madams! Already, however, you have awoken my inquisitiveness and I have benefited much therefrom. Indeed, I may even cock a snook at you, as they say, for you must believe me when I say that I have seen a man's THING! Until now I had only seen my younger brothers and that very limp and small when he has run into the bushes in the garden to piddle. Mama scolded me for looking, which of course made me want to do so all the more. That was three years ago, but now that Dick is sixteen I am sure it has grown bigger and for the reason I shall now tell you. Our valets name, as you know, is John, and quite a fine young man he is, though rather rough of tongue when below stairs, I hear. It happened that I ventured down to the pantry when Mama and Papa were out. I know not why I did save out of curiosity and was rewarded for my inquisitiveness. Fortunately, I had approached quietly along the passageway when I heard a sound as of a girl giggling. In truth it was Milly, the kitchen maid. She stood in the doorway with her back to the framework and John close upon her.
The wicked fellows hand was so far up under her skirt that I could see her knees so that I knew his fingers must be about her thighs, for his wrist was hidden underneath the folds. At that moment John was half turned away from me and fondling her, kissing her neck, while she was saying, “Oh, get off with you,” though did not mean it, I am sure, for her bottom moved most restlessly in a way that made her appear excited rather than put out. I, concealed in the shadow of an alcove which in turn is also partly hidden by a tall cupboard, saw all. What will you think of me when I say that amidst his amourous endeavours, John turned his body more towards me and from his opened trousers exhibited the most MONSTROUS thing, oh so long and thick and with a bulbous gleaming head-quite ten times the size of my brother's when I had last seen it! Amid his kissing-and he succeeded despite her giggles in capturing her mouth now and then-he attempted to place her fingers around it. Indeed, I Saw her distinctly touch it! You can imagine that I trembled all over at such a sight and would have given much to have seen more, for his thing was so upstanding and stiff that I could scarcely recognise it for the little limp thing I had seen of Dick's. I heard him then murmur to Milly to take hold of it and rub it, but she squirming all about would not, and then all was spoiled by the sudden calling of cook for Milly, who, poor girl, jumped and pushed and struggled and made her hurried way past into the pantry, pushing her skirt down as she went and leaving John all with his monster still displayed! At this, of course, I grew afeared that he might see me and huddled back into the shadows of the alcove. He, however, looked bemused and began to fumble with himself until with some effort he was able to tuck the big stiff thing back into his trousers. Cook's voice was heard again berating Milly for her absence, the which made John hurry away. Indeed, he passed me within two feet or so and I quiet as a tortoise, seeing the cloth of his trousers straining out! What big things men have-or are they not all the same? Oh, I could almost JUMP up and down with impatience at being so “h'ignorant” as our coachman, Jervis, often says of other servants! It was such a lovely, juicy one, Blanche, really, though I am sure you will think this a very feeble little tale in comparison with your own.