The French Academy

Fourteen stories of Female Domination, domestic servitude, enforced gender and sex role-change, humiliation and corporal punishment. The title story is of a Young French aristocrat whipped into girl’s clothes and sent to school, then to be his sister’s maid. The others follow very similar themes in many different ways, such as an arrogant man transformed to a busty nurse to the wife and household he scorned, and one becoming a ‘Cinderella’ maid in a school for dominant girls! A few extracts follow: Here was a wonderful chance, a very special Girls School, high-class maidens from rich backgrounds, girls who talked with a posh accent, girls who thought they were God’s gift to men. After all it was a Girls School for the privileged, the school where girls would boast of their possessions and, “Oh Daddy has taken his yacht to the Channel Islands today...” conversation. Around the long table sat the girls of the Upper Sixth, the Prefects, the Leaders of the Nobility. What, spanked by girls? Suddenly I became aware of a bevy of girls blocking the doorway. Twenty or more and several Prefects, including the Head Girl. “Well girls,” I said rather bluntly, “is there anything I can do for you?” “Yes, Sir loves knickers!” “No I would not!” I answered firmly, “I am the Master.” The girls laughed and encircled me. “Well what a mistake you have made, Sir.” “Now then girls what the devil are you doing with my clothes?” On went my stockings, suspender belt, school knickers, blouse and well-padded bra, skirt and school black buckled shoes and school tie. “Good,” Catherine the Head Girl replied, “Daphne it is. The sarcastic way he had of belittling girls and, at times, even us teachers!” There were the girls I had once teased, girls I had made the targets of my barbed wit: Marlene, Danielle, Sophie, Claudette and, of course, the girl who had the same name as myself, Daphne, with her lovely red hair. “It seems, girls, that Daphne loves other girls to sit on her face, with and without knickers. Watch girls,” Avril commanded. “Daphne fetch this. Daphne, my shoes...”