Mademoiselle Claudette Displays the Sissies
Art by Barbara Jean, story by Prim
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Madame Fabrice swept into the toilette room to find the boys having their cockettes powdered in front of their side-by-side dressing tables. Darlene had already been done, with a neat but quite hard erection in front of the mirror to show for it, daintily finished in a bow of soft white satin, while Governess Claudette was adding the finishing touches to the equally stiffened cockette of his cousin, Frillz.
"Boys... boys," she sang, her arms wide with her usual drama, "I declare it a beautiful day. You simply must promenade in the park with your governess so that the city can see the elegance of your costumes and the grace of your effeminate demeanour."
Her son bit his lip at her words, while Frillz gripped the sides of his reclining chair and hoped that some freak of nature would turn the weather against such a fearful plan.
"Yes, you will be delivered to the park gates in the open chaise, and your governess will march you in your heels and introduce you to at least a dozen fine ladies. Will you not, Claudette?"
"I certainly shall, Madame Fabrice. If I may suggest, the sweetness of the boys' freshly coiffured hair-styles would benefit from a pretty choice of shoulder apparel. White fur accessories, perhaps, to draw the eye to their blushes surrounded with their fabulous golden curls?"
The thought hung in the air around Madame's own bouffant creation before she pronounced on the matter. "I bought my angel a nice two-piece costume last month in cherry pink. The coatee has a collar and cuffs of arctic fox. I would like my friends to see him in it. And Frillz will wear that lace blouse with the wide fur collar. It has a little skirt to match, edged with mink. Yes, the two dears will look rather exclusive like that."
"What an extraordinarily good choice, Madame," marvelled Claudette, allowing the tips of two of her fingers to tickle the upright front of Frillz' penis into greater effeminacy. "Would Madame like to sit a while and fondle her effeminate boys while I arrange suitable lingerie?"
She crossed to the chest of drawers and opened one here and another there to draw out sets of panties and bodices for the hapless youths, while Madame arranged herself between the two of them so that she looked down on their pretty faces and naked, reclining bodies. Their ankles and wrists were secured, of course, as was needed for their daily powdering and fondling. Both boys were beginning to warble in anticipation of being touched by Madame Hortense's smooth kid gloves. In fact both her effeminate son and her sissy nephew were mewling like frightened kittens, their pink lips quivering with dismay.
"Oh! What is this?" cried Madame Fabrice. "My pets are cringing from my touch as if wishing me away. As if they were not in love with their dearest mama and precious aunt who dresses them so nicely. I am most put out, and I shall see to it that you both learn the error of such ungrateful feelings. Claudette, you will take those underpinnings back at once and select panties that will exhibit the boys' complete femininity to the world."
"Yes, madame. Do you wish me to select from the drawer of punishment panties?"
"Indeed I do. I want both of them to learn how regrettable it is to show hesitation when I am about to enfeeble their senses and add to their girlishness." Her face wore a mask of displeasure that had both boys whimpering at the shocking unhappiness they had caused.
"Madame, may I suggest the panty in salmon satin with eight inches of fine Chantilly lace from each leg. Its delicacy will flatter the nicely open-bottomed pants of Master Darlene's two-piece, leaving his salmon satin crotch open to shameful view."
The mistress's demeanour changed in an instant and she clapped her gloves with delight. "So, my ungrateful little cherub," she said, her fingers closing at last around her son's even more upright coquette, "you are to promenade with your panty lace open for all to see. Are you not just a little contrite for your thoughtlessness?"
Poor Darlene lay helplessly demoralised as his penis was fondled, the panties held by the waist above him with a positive waterfall of lace dripping from each leg. As Claudette held the punishment panty a little closer to his face, tickling his cheek with its prettiness, and his mother's glove felt softer and more delicious round his shaft, he felt the full femininity of the ordeal that lay ahead of him, and, in a series of little gasps, surrendered his sissy cream to his mother.
"In cousin Frillz' drawer, Madame, one of the most effective of the punishment panties is the silk bloomer in ivory crepe de chine." Claudette held the exquisite under-garment on its hanger beside the boy's face. He would have swooned from its delicate appearance and subtle perfume, had he not been subjected to rising feelings of shame and sweetness from the attentions of his aunt's soft leather glove.
"Why, Claudette, I was thinking of the very same myself," she declared. "What a sweet thing he will be in the eyes of passing ladies as they admire his submissive effeminacy. I want you to dress the boys at once and show them to me when they are ready for their promenade."
There were tears and pleadings as their display panties were drawn up their legs, and especially when the two boys were fully dressed, standing hand in hand at the cheval mirror, and saw to their dismay how much of their decorative panties were open to view.
"When you return from your walk, my dears," promised Madame Fabrice, "and you have heard perhaps one or two giggles of Female understanding from appreciative ladies, you will sit on either side of me as I fondle your panties at greater length. It is then that you can express your repentance and promise to show appreciation of your mama's and your aunt's feminine attentions."