Chapter 2 | Grand Entrance

The maid Patricia helped Gwen unpack her trunk, admiring the beautiful clothes Gwen brought from London.

"What is to happen to me here?" the visitor asked.

"I cannot tell you," the maid replied to the question she'd been asked many times by many girls and boys facing initiation. "Mrs. Gracely won't allow it, and we must obey her. You'll find out soon enough. Now you'd better get ready for dinner. Do you want to take a bath?"

"Oh, yes, I feel so dirty from the road. Who will be at dinner?"

Patricia began to undress Gwen, admiring the developing body and stroking it surreptitiously. "Mrs. Gracely and the other pupils."

"Other pupils. What other pupils?" the maiden asked wonderingly. No one else mentioned other pupils. She'd seen no one her age.

"Others like you," Patricia answered evenly. "There are boys and girls here for the same purpose as yourself. You will meet them."

"But what purpose is that?" Gwen asked, again bumping into the veil of mystery that shrouded her visit to Gracely House.

"I can't tell you," Patricia replied smoothly.

"I don't understand. I don't understand.

Gwen stood at the edge of the bath, somewhat shy about nudity in front of a stranger but reassured by the other woman's status as a servant.

The virgin was still blossoming, but she already showed a full set of womanly attributes. Her smooth, soft skin dipped and curved to form beautiful breasts. Barely larger than a lemon, they stood proudly and firmly. Small nipples stuck out confidently.

Between her long, developing legs, thin, soft pubic hair was matted from being clothed all day. It covered a pair of full, rich lips that protected the small, firm bud whose potential Gwen hadn't discovered yet.

Curiosity caused her to explore her grotto occasionally in the last few years, but she'd never been persistent enough to discover the true rewards her charms held.

Only inches away was the mouth of her womanhood, unpenetrated except for normal cleansing. Her maidenhead was intact, never threatened nor torn. Gwen had no idea of the power for pleasure between her legs.

Behind her, two smooth globes pushed out invitingly. Her hips weren't quite as broad as they would be someday, but her bottom was rounding out nicely and was already suggesting perfection.

Gwen stepped into the warm bath, steadied by the young maid's hand on her bottom. The soothing water swirled around her, and bath oils rejuvenated her skin. She relaxed as the cumulative effect of apprehension, travel and the unorthodox welcome to Gracely House swept across her. She closed her eyes and lay motionless in the water as the maid busied herself about the bathroom.

The girl still didn't understand what would happen, but now the slide into relaxation dominated her senses. She was too tired to worry, and the bath was helping her rejuvenate and refresh. Images of the boy's spurting penis flowed through her head.

Patricia sat on a stool beside the tub and rubbed a rich lather in her hands. She leaned across the edge of the tub to soap Gwen's shoulders and arms. Slowly she worked down the girl's chest, cleansing the skin and gently massaging it.

As she reached the young breasts, the slow strokes continued, rubbing the soft flesh without touching the brown circle in the center. Slowly she grasped the areolas between thumb and forefinger and began to massage the nipples. Her hands worked simultaneously -- mirror images on the girl's chest -- and lubricated by the slippery lather.

Gwen, still languorous, didn't move. The maid's fingers felt good and rekindled the warm feelings Gwen had felt one day at the La Femme shop. Yet Gwen didn't know to expect anything beyond the sensation of the moment. She had much to learn. The soapy hands left the virgin's breasts and continued stroking down her stomach toward the union of her legs.

Patricia soaped the light fur slowly and parted Gwen's legs. A soapy finger slipped between the girl's lips and rubbed up and down her slit. Gwen forgot her modesty and instinctively opened her legs further as the pleasure rippled through her body.

The finger moved beneath the clitoral hood and stimulated Gwen slowly, much as the girl had innocently done to herself months before. And then it slipped to the virgin opening, circling the orifice and sliding along the tops of the inner thighs.

But the revelation of life's great secrets was to wait, and Patricia cupped her hands for water to rinse the girl. Warm water flowed over her shoulders, breasts, stomach and pubic mound, washing the soap away.

"Turn around so I can wash your back," Patricia instructed.

Gwen complied, kneeling in the tub with her back and her thighs toward the maid. Again, soapy hands began at the shoulders, working their way down the smooth, white plane. As she reached the globes of Gwen's bottom, she squeezed and massaged them gently, spreading them. Two soapy fingers pushed down the crack between the plump cheeks, ostensibly washing but really probing the untested region.

One finger found the portal and circled the rim slowly.

"Relax," the maid cooed as she gently pushed against the ring. Her other hand held Gwen's abdomen so the girl wouldn't flinch.

The combination of the soapy lubrication and Patricia's skill allowed the digit to slip in an inch. She pushed no further, pausing for a moment while the ring relaxed and then working her finger in and out for a few minutes. She never penetrated more than that first inch, content just giving Gwen a chance to become accustomed to the feeling of being penetrated in her taboo orifice.

For Gwen, relaxing was a bit more difficult than Patricia made it sound. She wasn't used to anything like this, so it took a moment before the pleasurable feelings overtook her fear. After a minute or so of the slippery in-and-out motion, though, she began to ease her resistance and enjoy the sensation.

It was new and strange, but as the pleasure grew she decided she liked it. She didn't want Patricia to stop, although she knew it couldn't go on forever and had no idea what kind of finale might be possible.

Again, though, it wasn't Patricia's job to bring down any major barriers. Her job was to prepare Gwen for pleasures ahead, and it was time for the immediate pleasures to end or Gwen would be late for dinner. She rinsed the girl thoroughly, helped her from the tub and dried her.

"That felt nice," Gwen said shyly. She wasn't sure she should say anything, but she wanted to subtly encourage Patricia to repeat the activities sometime, if possible.

"You will have many pleasures at Gracely House," Patricia said. "You must learn to be receptive to all opportunities. Until you are fully educated, you might not realize that something will lead to pleasure. Just be trusting. Everyone here will treat you well, if you give them an opportunity. Come, you should dress."

They returned to the bedroom, and Patricia searched through Gwen's lingerie. She selected a pair of white stockings and a garter belt, which the girl donned. Gwen sat patiently while the maid fixed her hair and lightly applied rouge to her cheeks.

"You're done. It's time to go to dinner," Patricia announced.

"But what else am I to wear?" the pupil asked, alarmed.

"Nothing. This is all that female pupils wear for dinner at Gracely House."

Gwen was shocked. Patricia had just become the first person outside her immediate family to see all of her feminine charms, and now she was supposed to walk into dinner with a group of strangers -- she didn't even know how many -- wearing nothing but a garter belt and stockings.

"I won't do it. I can't. I would die. Give me something to wear."

"Remember, you must trust me. It's time for dinner."

"No! I won't go to dinner dressed this way."

Patricia began to fondle the ripening breasts again, twirling the nipples and melting Gwen's resolve. "Remember, at Gracely House everything leads to pleasure. You aren't wearing anything more to dinner. Neither will anyone else. Go now."

Patricia's firm tone of voice told Gwen it was pointless to disagree. She had no recourse. It was already obvious that Belinda Gracely was fully in control at Gracely House. She had no doubt that Patricia's instructions flowed from the mistress of the house, so appeal to a higher authority was useless.

She rose and walked toward the door. She stood for a moment, gripped by fear. Patricia slowly opened the door and patted the virgin bottom to prod her into the hallway. Gwen stepped forward timidly and began walking toward the stairs. She was grateful that no one was in the hall to see her, and she wondered what she would do if someone appeared.

She reached the top of the stairs without being sighted and heard voices below. Panic filled her again. Her breasts were beautiful in their own right, and the little bit of clothing served only to highlight the intersection of her legs. Patricia's hand rested on her bare, bulging bottom.