True to her Stepmother's word, Cinderella was drilled on pronouns and body parts every night. Her stepmother held up a picture of her feet.
"Pieds," she said. "Mes pieds. Vos pieds. Son pied. Ses pieds."
"Very good," her stepmother said. Cinderella blushed slightly, the way she did when her stepmother paid her a rare compliment.
She held up the picture of Cinderella's bare legs. Cinderella blushed in embarrassment. "Jambes. Mes jambes. Tes jambes. Ses jambes."
"Mmm-hhmm," her stepmother said, as if bored.
She held up a picture of Cinderella's ear. "Orteil," Cinderella said. "Mes-"
"Wrong!" her stepmother announced. "Oreille. You just called your ear your toe!"
Cinderella scowled to herself. Her stepmother put the picture in the incorrect pile. She had to write the each word ten times. "They sound so much alike," she commented.
"That's how the French think of eyes and ears in English," Lady Tremaine replied.
They continued through the pictures. Cinderella only missed one other body part, knees. Her stepmother handed her the pictures and she dutifully set to work writing each one
Oreille-Ear
Oreille-Ear
Oreille-Ear…..
Les genoux-knees
Les genoux-knees
Les genoux-knees
When she finally finished, she brought the lists up to her stepmother.
"Very good," Lady Tremaine complimented her. "Time to move to the next lesson." She went to the closet and got out several chemises.
"We are going to work on colors," Stepmother announced. "Change into this one." She handed a dumbfounded Cinderella the pink chemise.
The look in her stepmother's eyes was like none Cinderella had ever seen before. It was hungry, almost predatory. Cinderella turned towards the bathroom, but her stepmother stopped her.
"Change out here," she ordered. I dare you to say no her blue eyes flashed. Cinderella did not dare to say no. Shyly, she turned and took off her sweater.
"Bra too," her stepmother told her. Blushing furiously, Cinderella obeyed. She slipped the chemise over her head and then took off her jeans.
Her stepmother raised her camera to her eye and snapped the picture. Ella looked at her, wide eyed.
"Don't look so scared," her stepmother said as she took another picture.
Ella tried to smile.
"You're so damn thin," Lady Tremaine commented. "Eat more!" She glared at Cinderella, as if she could help her body type.
"Yes, ma'am."
Her stepmother took pictures of Ella in pink, white, black, red, yellow, and green chemises. Cinderella translated each color as as put it on. But when she got to the turquoise on, Stepmother paused.
"That color really looks beautiful on you," she commented. Cinderella looked away. She couldn't take those blue eyes looking into her soul like that. Her stepmother smirked.
"Lie down," she said. She positioned Ella on the bed, her arm arched over her head. "That color really brings out your eyes."
Ella bit her lip. Her stepmother snapped the picture. "Mon ange."
Cinderella looked up, stunned. 'Your angel?"
Her stepmother put down the camera. "Yes, Ella. My angel. You are an angel."
Cinderella reached out for her stepmother. She sat down on the bed beside her. "Stepmother….I...you..."
"Mon ange en turquoise ," Lady Tremaine said and stroked her sides. She had Cinderella sit up on her knees, slightly bent forward. She wrapped the flimsy bathrobe that came with the chemise over her shoulders.
"Ahh, perfect," Stepmother said as she took another picture. "You really do look like an angel like that."
Cinderella began to tremble, from both cold and embarrassment. She looked at her stepmother, trying to figure out what she should do, how to please her.
Their eyes met. Neither could look away. Cinderella took her stepmother's hand and pulled her down on the bed with her. She wrapped her arms around the woman and clung to her tightly.
"Belle-maman, « Cinderella whispered. "Belle-maman, je t'aime. » She kissed her stepmother's shoulder.
Her stepmother held her at arm's length. She ran a hand through her trembling stepdaughter's blond hair.
"I love you too, Ella. So, so much."
She kissed her on the mouth. It was Ella's very first kiss. Their lips pressed together and Stepmother's tongue probed at Ella's teeth insistently until she granted her access.
Unsure of what to do, Cinderella kissed back like she thought she should. She wrapped her arms around her stepmother's neck as the woman pushed her back on the bed.
Her stepmother brushed her lips against her neck. She kissed each vertebrae, stopping at Cinderella's pulse point. Ella moaned softly.
"Shhhh," her stepmother hissed. "The girls will hear you."
Stepmother laid on top of her, stroking and exploring. Ella tried not to make a sound as long fingers brushed down her spine, over her breasts and between her legs. She buried her face in the crook of her stepmother's neck and whimpered. Stepmother's arms enveloped her and held her tight.
"I think we have to go somewhere else," Stepmother said, smirking above her. "Where we can have some genuine privacy."
Cinderella didn't want to stop. She wanted her stepmother to make love to her. The wetness between her legs throbbed. But she also didn't want her stepsisters to know what was going on.
"Where?" she managed to whisper. "When?"
Her stepmother lightly scraped her bottom teeth against Ella's pale neck. Ella's whole body lifted up against Lady Tremaine.
Stepmother smirked. Ella couldn't see her face but she could feel the smirk against her skin.
"Next weekend," she hissed into her stepdaughter's ear.
They literally slept together that night. Ella cuddled against her stepmother as tightly as she could. Her stepmother stroked her hair and back. Ella thought the weekend would take forever to get there.
