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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Historical Fiction
Description: Second in the Bestselling series! Blue Leaf Academy founded in 1890 serves as a finishing school designed to train young women, of less than perfect background and with poor prospects, to become the proper companions for well-to-do and discriminating gentlemen. There is also the occasional child of formerly well to do parents who have fallen on hard times. What with liberation of the female of the species, it would probably be assumed that there would be no more girls who were interested in becoming "kept women" in the Victorian sense, but the experience of the Academy suggest quite the opposite as being the true case. There is a waiting list of potential candidates and the client list is three years long at present. Administered by a faculty specifically trained in the unusual pursuits focused upon by the Academy, the course of study is an eighteen-month program, which includes a curriculum of courses to train in Basic dress, Dressing for play, Proper use of fragrance and cosmetics, Conversation, Being the proper hostess, Entertaining for the master of the house, Attitudes, Appreciation in the Arts, Grammar/language, and Sex. There is a special emphasis on training in the arts of satisfying the client's every whim and desire. Follow what happens to one young woman who finds herself being trained to act like a proper english lass--whether she likes it or not!
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: March 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [64 KB]
Words: 13441
Reading time: 38-53 min.

CANDIDATE JOURNAL 1

My name is Alexandra Brooke Morgan and I'm twenty years old. Were it not for my current weight problem, I would be considered petite. At only five feet and one inch tall, I'm a little plump at one hundred twenty one pounds, though not terribly so. I was born on October twenty second and have flaxen blonde hair and blue eyes. I was twenty pounds lighter only a year ago, but have steadily gained weight over that period of time. My hair is shoulder length and is cut straight across the back and bangs. I once was considered to be very pretty, but since I put on the weight, I've become "cute". God, I hate that word! My body was very nicely proportioned but at the moment my ass is too big! Most of my features are small, which is why the extra weight hurts me so badly. Before I put on the weight, I wore size three dresses and skirts. I still wear a size five shoe. I have pretty hands and feet. I keep them soft and I do my nails regularly. I have a perfectly clear complexion, and very nice skin.

When I traveled to school to day, I wanted to look presentable. I am wearing a pink and white sun dress, my stepmother, the cretin, called it a sun tent, white pantyhose, and pink bow flats. The only jewelry that I ever wear is a strand of pearls, which I also have on. I was asked to comment on several specific things and that information follows:

RE: MEN: I have had several very good male friends, but only one who might have become a regular lover. When I started putting on weight, he left the picture. Of course, if my father is an example, they aren't to be trusted.

RE: SEX: My experience is very limited. I have participated in rather heavy petting, and on one occasion I participated in mutual oral sex. The idea of sex is very appealing to me. I'm not the prudish type.

GOALS: At the moment, I am so confused that I don't have any goals. I must come to grips with this issue very quickly. I intend to succeed here.

FEARS: (EMOTIONAL): I am experiencing my worst fears emotionally. I'm alone in the world. My Mother died when I was an infant. My father is gone to avoid prosecution. I've been humiliated in my peer group. I have no home and virtually no one to whom to turn. I do own a house, but that's not the same as a home.

(PHYSICAL): I've never had any reason to fear for my physical safety before now. I do worry about having a place to live, even though I have the townhouse, I have no money for utilities and groceries.

DIARY: In order to describe who I am, I must first describe where I come from. I am an only child of, for many years, a single parent. My mother died when I was less that one year old. My father was an extremely busy and successful business man. He traveled the world as an importer. He made lots of money. When I was thirteen years old, my father met a woman who possessed him. I say that because she is a witch so there must have been a spell. Plus it happened so quickly. The witch, my stepmother, and I mutually agreed to disagree about almost everything. At first my father was still traveling and I was forced to stay with the witch. Her name is Monica. When he was gone, all she did was spend money. She would have parties and invite people from all over the world. She thought of herself as a baroness or something. I am sure that she convinced my father to do illegal things in his importing business. I came home from a visit with a schoolmate in March last year, to find an empty house. They were both gone along with clothes, jewelry and other stuff. I assumed that they were on a business trip, but I found that the help had not seen my father when he had left. They had been told by my stepmother that they could take a couple of weeks off. Monica said that he was gone and she didn't know where he was or when he might return. After I had been home for several days, I got a letter in the post from my father. He told me that he had been falsely accused of smuggling precious stones into the country. He said he would return in a few weeks to straighten everything out. He hasn't been heard from since then. The police showed up at home with warrants for his arrest. There were several dozen charges. Whatever, his company and homes, the airplanes, cars, boats everything was seized about the first of May. The only thing they didn't take was the townhouse in London. One of the investigators told me that it was not owned by my father. Well, I decided that I would go there. I was shocked to find that Monica was living there. My father had apparently told her that the town house was safe. She had been there all along. She was not really happy to see me, to say the least! We agreed to see as little of each other as possible and to try to co-exist there. What became the problem was the fact that neither of us had any sum of money. After several months, we were totally broke. Then we lost the utilities. It was during this time that all I wanted to do was eat. I put on over twenty pounds in six months. Finally, Monica tossed mo out on my ear, or actually it was some other part of the anatomy. I was totally lost. I remembered my father telling me once that my mother had had a brother who was a barrister in London. I decided to look him up. When he and I met, he was very cordial but not the least bit sympathetic. He told me that I had made a great mistake over the years by ignoring my maternal grandparents. They had both been very put off by it. In fact, my grandfather had dropped me from his will just before his death only two years earlier. After talking for nearly an hour, I discovered that my father had told them that I was the one who had decided not to see them. On the other side of that coin, my father had never even told me that I had any grand parents. I told my uncle, his name is Pearce, my current situation. He laughed and told me that the townhouse had not been seized because it belongs to me! It had been a gift from my grandparents to my mother, and she had left it to me. Needless to say, Monica was not greatly pleased when I showed up and told her that she would have to be the one to leave! I did finally meet my grandmother, only this past May. She has agreed to help me and to reinstate me in her will if I do this program at the Academy. She has paid the cost of my coming here, and will receive progress reports. As long as I am in good standing, she will continue to offer financial help and provide me a stipend. So here I am. As I said earlier, I don't have any goal at the present outside of doing well here. I guess that will come later.

I must stop for now. I am to have a room assignment and tour in ten minutes. I will add more later.

I am now in my new accommodations. All I can say is wow! I have a terrific suite which, I've been told, I do not have to share. There is a sitting area, bedroom and a dressing room and bath. In the dressing room are closets filled with clothing, shoes, and accessories. There is absolutely everything here a proper young lady could possibly want. I was also given a box with my outfit for dinner tonight. There is a full skirted cocktail dress which is cobalt blue taffeta. It has long sleeves, but a short skirt to make up for that. The skirt is about two inches above my knees when I'm standing. There are suede pumps with two inch heels which are the exact same color. There is beautiful pale grey silk under things, and a pair of very sheer nude pantyhose. Finally, there is a silver choker necklace which is rigid and about one inch wide. There is a matching bracelet and a matching anklet, both of which are about one half of an inch wide. The designs themselves are beautiful. They have filigree which makes them look like fine lace. They are stunning. I'm already excited about dinner tonight. In addition to the outfit for dinner tonight, I was also given a box with four plain shifts. They are made of polished cotton, short sleeved, and come down to mid-thigh. They are four different colors. One is grey, one is dark blue, one is light blue and one is black. I was told that I will wear these until I lose at least 18 pounds, since the clothes in the closets are all size three and will not fit me until I lose the weight. The shifts are not attractive at all.

I did all my entrance and check-in processes today. My physical exam revealed exactly what I had expected. I've been instructed to lose twenty three pounds. I have a very strict diet and an exercise program which I begin in the morning. I will have an aerobics session before breakfast tomorrow morning. My day will start at 5:00 a.m. with a forty minute workout. Then I will return to my room for a shower and to dress for the day. Breakfast is at 6:30. My first class is at 8:00. I'm really looking forward to meeting the other girls who are starting the program with me. I think the thing I miss most about being in America is that I can't see or talk to Sally. I feel as if I don't have anyone in the world.

It's time to stop and get ready for dinner.