The Dominant Male

girls weren’t allowed out to help. Just as well they did that, thought Elizabeth, it would be embarrassing to spend a long weekend in the country with her only clothes being those of a schoolboy, as she was now dressed. Then she remembered what she imagined was probably going to happen, felt a powerful thrill, of excitement, fear, embarrassment, and realised it probably wouldn’t make much difference.
    Minima reached her arms out to her and, keen to cuddle, Elizabeth lifted her onto her lap and put her arm around behind her. I’m taking the boy’s role , she realised.
    Minima put her arm around her shoulders. Elizabeth drew her into her lap with her right hand on her hip, under the dress, she noted. Minima didn’t seem to mind. They kissed.
    She heard snores coming from Timothy and Rodney, and a murmur from Laura too, and thought it safe to talk, but still only in whispers.
    ‘Why were you the only girl Rodney spanked?’ she asked.
    ‘Well, you may as well know my secret, almost everyone else does now,’ Minima looked very embarrassed, but carried on, ‘I was brought up as a boy, but I always knew I was really a girl. I’m a very lucky girl, my parents recognised me for what I am. In our culture there’s no shame in being like me, so they just had it put right when I was very young.’
    Elizabeth’s hand had slipped over to explore Minima’s knickerless pubis, then her breasts, before she even knew what she was doing. She then realised how it must feel to Minama, and felt really embarrassed.
    ‘That’s all right, everyone does that when they hear. I like people touching me there anyway, especially girls as pretty as you. I’ve had that operation, had my bust enhanced; not to as much as most Western girls have, but rather more than is usual for our girls. The surgeon said with my frame and figure it would look right, but they embarrass me, though the boys seem to like them. They remodelled my face too. I gather Rodney’s usually only interested in youngish boys, but apparently my slim hips attracted his interest; he could imagine I was a boy.’ Minima explained.
    ‘That would be why he came to me for a spanking too,’ Elizabeth realised, ‘after all, face-down on my lap he couldn’t see my boobs, but he can feel a pair of shorts, and see boy’s socks and shoes.’
    ‘I thought it strange that men like him fancy me, as well as real women’s men like Timothy, but it is true. I like men most, but I like girls too, I guess I just like the loving and the attention.’
    ‘Me too,’ said Elizabeth.
    They kissed, cuddled and dozed as they drove through the night, cuddling close.
    Elizabeth realised that, if she was taking the boy’s role, she may as go all the way. She slipped her finger in between Minima’s lower lips, explored until she got a reaction, and continued until Minima came in her arms, and again, and again. Fortunately perhaps, it was just low moans, not the manic giggling that so embarrassed Elizabeth when she came.
    They dozed then, until they arrived.
    It was a big property, in its own grounds, and Abigail pulled the car around to the back. The men picked up the bags and herded the two girls in with them.
    They dumped the luggage in a utility room. Abigail led their way through to a living room. Gordon had a huge log fire going and Abigail and the Earl, Laura and Gordon, Timothy and Rodney sat down in the huge leather armchairs in a half-circle facing it, Timothy one side closer to the fire, Rodney opposite him.
    She went to Timothy, who had her stand in front of him. Slowly and lovingly he peeled her out of her clothes, waving away any help she offered. First the black lace-up shoes, then her blazer, grey turnover-top socks, grey shorts, tie, grey shirt, white Y-fronts and vest, then he had her sit naked between his legs, on the rug.
    Minima went to Rodney, who did much the same, though a little more roughly, as though he didn’t really care for her clothes at all. He just lifted the hem of her short pink summer dress straight over her head and dragged it off, then ripped off her Mary Janes and threw them behind him. The ankle socks went the same way.
    He stood up and had her sit snuggled into the armchair, as he asked everyone if they’d like a drink. Most asked for brandy, Timothy asked for port. He didn’t ask Elizabeth and Minima, and Elizabeth guessed that was quite deliberate, so didn’t object.
    Rodney brought the drinks back, and handed them around as they chatted