Granger 05
- This article is a Biography
- Chapter 05 - Ethel makes a dainty wife
Having cast the die, I was now stuck with Ethel for good or ill. I could not go back to Mary and I told Ethel so. She asked what Mary had that she hadn't or could not provide? What did I see in her? I told her Mary had many attractive features which at the moment she still lacked, although she had made one step to equal Mary by having her ears pierced, and Mary had let me do hers and wore earrings, as she knew from photos I had developed. But I said what I missed most was the well corseted firm hard well laced in waist and the high heels. Also her hair was not shingled or short, a fashion I disliked. She said, "I will try to be what you want me to be if you love me. I have begun to wear corsets for you. Isn't that enough for a beginning, and I can let my hair grow, if you wish."
Actually that step was forced upon her, for while her head was cradled in my arms I made a horrible discovery. I was rumpling her short golden brown hair, when I suddenly said, "Do you know that you have a number of bald patches in your hair like ring -worm?" She was shaken by the news and I rushed her over to see her doctor, who said it might be ringworm, and anyhow we had better go to see the specialist in the hospital where they confirmed that it might be ring-worm, and if so they could treat it, but it might be Alopecia, and if so they knew very little about it, nor any real cure. It was probably a nervous complaint and they questioned her about her back. They said it might progress until she was bald, or it might go just as quickly.
So when we got back I said, "You must grow your hair, so it covers up the bald places. Also good corsets may help to support your back, but I think what you really need is a man. That often cures some female complaints." "Will you still love me if I become bald?" she whispered fearfully. I reassured her by saying that I did not think it likely, and anyway I expect you could get a long wig and so have hair any colour you want.
As I had not gone away she wanted to know what we should do with the holiday? So I suggested we get he motor cycle out and go out for a picnic, and we can take the ground sheet. She got some food ready packed, and the ground sheet, then installed herself on the ΓÇÿFlapper Bracket', and off we went to Royston and Letchworth. But we ran into trouble, picking up a nail in the back tyre, which with the wired on tyres ripped out the valve seating when it went down quickly. I made a temporary repair, which enabled us to get into a Letchworth garage for a new tube.
While waiting for the tube to be put in we walked round the Garden City of the period, nothing like it in today. Then back again on the bike, looking, for a nice quiet spot to spread our ground sheet. We found just what we wanted on the top of Ickleton Hill, in a field behind a hedge on a nice little bye road, where Ethel spread out the food. Afterwards, in the warm sunshine, we lay together, locked in one another's arms. We often went back to that place, where peace and quietness allowed us to kiss and cuddle as we would. One day back home in the workshop not long afterwards, she offered herself to me saying, "Darling Love me! Love me lots! I need you so. I want to be your little wife. Try me, to see it I can be what you want." So I took off her clothes one by one and then she watched while I did the same, so that we stood,, naked and unashamed in front of one another. I fondled her little breasts and she worked on my penis until she opened her legs wide, saying, "Give it to me now, Darling! I want you to love me." And stretching out on the bench top she pulled me down on top to cover her. So once more, lost in a world in which we two were alone, I drove hard into her, feeling her sobs of ecstasy as I gave each push and she responded until the climax came and I had let her loves lava torrent flooding into her, with spasmodic injections.
She cried out, "What have you done to me?' as if she didn't know or hadn't demanded what she had received. "I hope it will be all right," she said, "and what may happen I don't know, but suppose I fall from it?" "If you become pregnant, then you will have to become my wife and I shall know you are all mine." We made arrangements that if at any time she missed a period, she would right away get a special licence to marry.
Then came the argument, "What Church shall we use?" To which I replied, "None. I do not believe in them and I am an atheist, and I have never been in one since I could do as I wished, and I do not intend to either. It will be in Registrar's Office, with no fuss and bother."
Of course she argued, but I was adamant and said it would be there or nowhere. She could make up her mind to that, for I would not recognise any wedding in Church, nor would I be a hypocrite to use it for a marriage ceremony. So she reluctantly agreed that the real ceremony that mattered had already taken place, and all that was needed was the certificate that the Registrar could give. A Special Licence was quicker and less trouble so worth the money.
Of course it had to come, a letter from Ethel to say she had missed a period and thought she had become pregnant. Also her breasts were showing signs, but what was good news, was that her hair was growing again. I had found the cure she needed.
She had a new job too. Working for a newspaper, pushing sales by various offers as was done at that time to increase circulation by fair means or foul, and the job took her around, so that she found herself working in Ely. I said, "As we are going to get married soon, let's fix up a night together. It can be worked so no one need know, and if they do, I don't care. I have the mid term holiday and I can get off sharp, pretend at home that I am staying here on the Friday night, as I often did during the dark winter months, but really I will meet you in Ely, where you lodge, pick you up on the motor cycle, and tall your landlady I am taking you home for or the night. She will think you are in Milton, while my people will think you are here and I am still away. But after I have picked you up, we will find a hotel there for the night, book a double room for the night.
It all worked beautifully. I got there soon after dark, to pick her up from her lodgings, then we went out into a field for a little kiss and cuddle to bolster up our nerves for what we wore about to do. The first hotel had ΓÇÿNo room', but the second one fixed us up with a double room. At supper, Ethel was very conscious, as she was posing as my wife, but as she said, "I haven't even got a fake ring on to prove it."
After supper we retired to our room and soon she was snuggled down, between the sheets, her naked body pressed to mine in loving embraces, which did not give us much time for sleep. Next morning, after breakfast, I took her round to her lodge, for work, while I took the road into Cambridge, taking care to come in by the right road, in case I was seen. It had all worked very well, and we had a pre -marriage night together.
So now began the "exclusive production" for which we had made a start in several ways. Her cars were pierced, and always decorated with some form of earring, and she was now used to wearing her first simple corset. Her hair was beginning to grow and the bald patches had disappeared, but of course it was a nuisance while growing from the shingle to get it long enough to dress up in any style, as many women found out. It was easy and quick to go from long hair to short, just a snip of the scissors, but the return path took natural time, and a period of untidiness. I bought her shoes with the highest heels we could find and to increase the height, as bought, I usually added a couple of lifts of leather on each heel, which gave nearly ½ inch increase in height so that her heels were now about 3 inches high.
As day sped by the wedding preparations wore in hand, and the licence had been taken out and the date booked. I would have liked it on Friday 13th but the best we could get to that was Friday, 9th November. Ethel was working with a woman from Peterborough, who said she had a furnished flat to let, which we could just afford.
Thus we had our own home where we could do as we liked, away from family interference. Or so we thought, and we were not so far away that we could not go home in the week ends if we wanted to do so. We had these rooms, and could look around for unfurnished accommodation at leisure, or even get a house. But we ran into snags very soon. As I have explained, even before our marriage Ethel had begun the long slow process by which she would be transformed into an exotic production, in tiny-waisted corsets, high heels and bizarre jewellery. The earrings were an excellent beginning and she was pleased with the result, always wearing some form of ornament through the piercings, and felt the fascination of them swinging from her lobes as I had done, while I could always see some form of attractive ornament from each ear with the lovely thought that I had put them there.
She could not say in the future, that she did not know what to expect; for all the fads I had in mind had all been brought up at some time or the other, right from the very beginning, corsets, high heels, long gloves, make up, hair styles, other earrings and possibly even nose ornaments and other piercings, for very early on I made a list of the piercings I wanted to do on her such as earrings all round the ears, pierced septum, and nostrils, lips and cheeks and most important, Ethel's tits.
During the ensuing years we tried them all, one by one as we could afford them, or as opportunities presented themselves and neither of us has ever regretted anything except the passing of time. Also, now we regret that our reserved shyness in the early days, deterred us from advertising the results, or letting people see what we had done, until this was forced upon us by circumstances outside our control. The waist was covered up to some extent, the ears also, and as for the nose, that was only a private secret between us. We did not realise that by showing these things a we could have encouraged others to do likewise and so begun a fashion ourselves. Only the shoe heels wore exhibited, as they had to be, and very soon people began to look at her, and expect them, calling Ethel the "Little lady with the high heels." If they could have seen her waist, they would have called her after that.
I married Ethel in the Registry Office on Friday afternoon. I had the Friday off from work, and went home therefore on Thursday, to find Ethel and my mother, getting the preparations for the wedding in hand. I had bought the wedding ring and brought it with me. Being different, I had measured Ethel's finger with my lathe calipers. So when we got home we had to try it to see if it fitted, which it did, but only just, for it was so tight a fit that we had quite a job getting it off again ready for the next day.
For her wedding, the next day, she wore the highest heels we had at that time, a new pair of earrings in her tiny cars and her hair, which was beginning to grow now was pulled back by a head band, to expose them. As for her dress, it was strawberry pink, and the shortest I had seen her wear. It was fashionable at that time to show the knees, very daring, but nothing to the mini, which came so much later. But her dress was well above knee. She was a very tiny, dainty little wife when took her out of the office with the ring on her finger and I don' t think it has ever come off since then. After the performance was over, we packed up our luggage and took a taxi to the station, to arrive in the early evening, in time to see our new home for the night. Neither of us had seen it before.
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