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Victorian Values - Chapter 1
Hello everyone,
I've tried to catch up with the board from time to time but I must admit to having other priorities in my life and unfortunately this interest must take a back seat now and again. I must admit that since reading and contributing to this board the 'naughtiness' of the act of pooping in one's pants doesn't seem quite so acute.
I am, I suppose, a little disappointed in the amount of e-mails I have received, since I published my address. I had hoped for a little fun in swapping stories and whatever with some other, preferably female, members of the board. I have e-mailed a few ladies, one at their request but have had no replies. My mailbox is empty! I realise that many men are a little malevolent in their messages and replies to some of the female contributors, but I had (perhaps naively) hoped that my contributions had demonstrated that I could hold an intelligent exchange on many pooping matters, without degenerating into squalid insults or some quite perverted suggestions! Alas it is not to be the case. I suppose if I were very cynical I could consider that were I female or gay, I might have had some more responses. I suppose that my interest may have dwindled due to my dashed expectations. Still that's life.
Unperturbed I have spent many enjoyable hours preparing a new set of stories for the erotic delights (hopefully) of the board. This new series of stories is about Felicity Fanshawe, a young girl of seventeen living in late Victorian England. In the first chapter she is taken to stay with her aunt in the country and is introduced into a world of Victorian values, eroticism and not to mention some rather messy knickers. It was written with the ladies in mind, but like most men I find even the mention of the word 'knickers' quite a turn on. Please enjoy it.
Take care,
Toby Xanter
Victorian Values
Chapter I - On Arrival in the Country
The sound of the horse's hooves changed as the coach turned into the gravel drive. Felicity Fanshawe looked out of the narrow window to the large elegant Georgian house on the hill. Hardlog House had been in her family for over one hundred years and it was currently home to her Aunt Georgina. Felicity sat back and focussed her soft brown eyes on her mother who was sitting opposite her.
" Now listen my dear" said her mother "I know you may find your aunt a frightful bore, but you only need stay here for a few weeks until your father and I return from our business abroad"
Felicity played with her long auburn hair and listened as her mother painted an even duller picture of Aunt Georgina than she had already portrayed. She was dreading these next few weeks as it was clear that her mother did not approve of her father's sister and was leaving Felicity at her house only as a matter of last resort. Her aunt seemed a difficult person to get on with. As she sat Felicity became acutely aware that the combination of the long journey and the bumpy ride had made her quite ready to relieve herself at the earliest opportunity. She felt the soft cotton of her knickerbockers, or knickers, as she preferred to call them, as she sat on the hard carriage seat. She wished to coach would hurry up and stop
She squirmed a little as the carriage neared the house, hoping that she would be able to make her excuses soon after they arrived. She pressed her hand between her legs beneath her shawl to try to hold herself. She felt that it would be rather unfortunate if the unthinkable happened and she had an accident in her knickers so soon after arriving.
The carriage drew to a halt outside the front door and a middle-aged man in morning dress and white gloves opened the door.
"Good afternoon madam." He said with a slight bow " Miss Georgina is waiting for you in the conservatory."
"Thank you Stools" said Mrs Fanshawe as she alighted from the carriage and made her way up the steps followed closely by Felicity, her long, lacy white and yellow dress glowing in the morning sunshine.
Aunt Georgina didn't look like the starched matriarch that Felicity's mother had seemed to describe. She was however considerably younger then Felicity had imagined. She looked about thirty with dark hair carefully tied in a bun at the back of her head. Her crimson satin dress showed off her bosom very elegantly and she seemed to have a very slim figure under the layers of lace and petticoats. Felicity had met her before but it was a long time ago when she was only seven. She was now seventeen but she had vague memories of that first meeting all those years ago.
"Ah Georgina, how delightful to see you," said mother in a tone of voice that made it quite clear that it wasn't. "I'm only stopping to make sure that Felicity has everything with her then I'm afraid I must make my way back to Pantsdown Hall to prepare for my expedition." They touched hands - just.
"Oh what a shame you cannot stay for tea," said Aunt Georgina, in similar lethargic tones.
"This is Felicity," said mother quite unnecessarily." I expect you hardly recognise her after all these years. I expect you'd quite forgotten she existed"
"On the contrary" said Georgina "I remember her last visit very clearly. How lovely to see you again so prim and grown up". She had a genuine smile this time thought Felicity as her aunt kissed her cheek.
"Ah Stools." Said Aunt Georgina "have you taken care of Miss Felicity's trunks?" The butler gave a nod.
"Yes madam. And the coachman is ready to leave as soon as it pleases you madam" he said, the latter to Mrs Fanshawe. With a swift farewell Mrs Fanshawe was soon on the coach and homeward bound, just managing to say goodbye to Felicity.
"I'm afraid mother has been very busy recently Aunt Georgina. She seems to have so little time to spare", said Felicity.
"Don't worry she was never very fond of me," replied her aunt. She turned and led Felicity inside by the arm "Please call me Georgina" she continued "and please make yourself comfortable. I'll let you a rest awhile after your journey then you must join me for tea in the garden."
Felicity was so relieved that she had been given the opportunity to retire to her room, and a most welcome chamber pot, with some dignity. But the worst was not over just yet.
"Thank you - Georgina" said Felicity.
"Oh and if you need anything you only have to call Stools or Fanny, my maid" said her aunt.
Felicity walked rather stiffly towards the stairs feeling a stomach cramp coming on as she reached bottom step. She glanced around her no one was there. She stood crossed legs as her body began to push a little more urgently, grasping the oak banister for support. She felt helpless as her body took over control. She had never been this desperate to go and she dreaded the thought of wetting her knickers let alone filling them. With some anguish she felt her face redden with exertion as her poo began to emerge very slowly into her cotton knickers. She bit her lip so that she wouldn't gasp. She heard footsteps approaching.
Felicity tried desperately to pull the emerging poo back inside her. With relief she succeeded and managed to uncross her legs before a servant woman walked into the hall.
"Hello Ma'am" she called brightly "You must be Miss Felicity. I'm Fanny, Miss Georgina's maid. Are you alright?" Felicity nodded. "Yes" she said, "I was just looking at the paintings on the stairs". Felicity indicated the large portraits of her crusty old ancestors.
"I expect you must recognise some of them Miss. Shall I show you to your room?" asked the maid.
"Erm, no that's quite all right I don't want to trouble you" stammered Felicity as she felt another push building up and nudging her poo back into her little opening.
"It's no trouble Miss Felicity" she said insistently "Follow me it's just up the stairs." Fanny went ahead and Felicity felt she had no option but to follow her. As she climbed the stairs she felt the tip of her poo poke out a little way. Fortunately the motion of climbing the stairs had the effect of slowing it down and Felicity found, to her comfort, that she was able to hold it more or less where it was, until the push subsided. Felicity walked steadily down the passage feeling the hard tip of her poo rubbing gently against her knickers giving her quite a pleasant feeling. As they entered the room another more urgent push began and Felicity winced as the maid insisted on showing her the view and the features of the room.
The maid's words were a muddle to Felicity as she had more pressing matters to attend to. She felt the first piece push her little hole wide open to emerge remorselessly into her knickers and as Felicity tried desperately to hide her contracting tummy from the maid's attention, She felt the poo slide between her legs and realised that the worst had befallen her. She had pood her knickers.
Fanny smiled at her and left closing the door behind her just as Felicity felt the second push coming. As soon as it was clear she parted her thighs and stood on the balls of her feet as the second lump surged forth into the thin cotton gusset accompanied by a sticky squelch and a terse grunt form Felicity. Struggling to regain her breath as the lump slid along her thighs, Felicity bent down and looked under the bed and found the chamber pot, and for all the use it was now. However Felicity realised that she needed to pee and that would be disaster if she did it over Aunt Georgina's carpets. She lifted her skirts and squatted over the pot. Her body pushed two more soft lumps into her knickers before she began to pee into the porcelain container. It was during this act of utter relief that Felicity decided that filling her knickers was altogether not an unpleasant feeling, and not unfamiliar either she noticed but could not readily recall why.
She stood up feeling the lumps, which had been softened by her deluge, begin to slide about around her nether regions and hurriedly set about getting cleaned up. She quickly ran out of the room and decided to use somewhere else to clean up and dispose of her contents so that she might hide her accident from the others in the house.
She returned having used the back stairs to go outside and dispose of her messy knickers. She found that Fanny had conveniently left some hot water and towels in the dressing room for her to wash her face. Felicity put them to a far better use.
She dressed again and went back into the bedroom. Felicity found her trunks already unpacked and her clothes hanging in the wardrobe. She removed her shoes and lay down on the bed. She tried to recall her last meeting with Georgina, there was something about it that Felicity felt she ought to remember but she couldn't. Only that the experience was pleasant and Georgina seemed warmer and friendlier than mother had portrayed her. Soon Felicity drifted into a light sleep
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