The Education of a Gentleman (Airindel & Silvestine)
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				Title: <strong>The Education of a Gentleman (Airindel &amp; Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>28-03-2008, 04:56:14</strong>
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				For the longest time Miss Lily regarded the young man who sat opposite her, studied him, the details of his face, how his hair framed it, the fragrance that lingered on his skin, on his clothing, the glint in his eyes as he must have wondered if she was ever going to address him or not, all of him was absorbed by the Mistress who was now going to refine his education regarding the art of being a gentleman. The tutelage that Miss Lily offered, that the school whom employed Miss Lily offered the public was only known to those fine families who could afford the luxury, and if one had to ask of the price then one could not have the means to purchase the service. The Aurelius family, however, did and Miss Lily would be the boy's personal instructor, and confidant. She was a decade his senior, an exquisite beauty of porcelain white skin, and doll features; the crimson lips, the hint of blush on the cheeks and the sultry eyes of imperial blue with long thick lashes outlining them all denoted the lady's fine breeding, and with the faintest smile that graced those rosebud lips, Miss Lily finally conversed with the boy in her care.<br><br>&nbsp;“Allow me to introduce myself, young Master Quintin,” Miss Lily began, her voice like warm honey in her private office in which they were conducting their first interview. She extended her gloved hand, offered it to him, and she continued in the same nectarous voice. &nbsp;“I am Miss Lily, your new tutor.” She politely added, and her eyes left his gaze to contemplate the file that was open before her on the desk. In pristine script, a contract was set aside, signed and dated by Lord Aurelius and witnessed by Lady Aurelius, and the headmistress of the school. &nbsp;“To begin with, Master Quintin, I believe it necessary for you to know the terms of the contract in which your parents have signed and acknowledged. Once you have read the contract, acknowledged the contract and your comprehension of it, you will be asked if you have any questions regarding it. Please think wisely upon this for if you do not ask a question, it will be considered that you understand the contract completely.” She passed the cream coloured parchment to the boy, and granted him time to read every word carefully in the contract.<br><br>It was rather basic, the contract, but necessary.<br><br><br><em>I, Lord Quintin Aurelius II, do hereby agree and consent to place my son, Quintin Aurelius III, for whom I presently hold full legal responsibility, in the care of Miss Lily for the purposes of educational and behavioural amendment.<br><br>I agree that Miss Lily shall have sole charge of the said Quintin Aurelius III from this date, his 18th birthday until his 19th birthday, one full year at the fee separately agreed between us, and that in all matters to do with him or his well being, she acts with my full authority.<br><br>I understand that a regime of corporal punishment is in force and I hereby consent to its use on Quintin Aurelius III in any manner or to any degree that may be thought necessary.</em><br><br><br>Like previous students in her care, Miss Lily examined the boy's face as he read the contract and wondered if he would be pliable, complacent, adoring or be tedious. She disliked the tedious, but never was she one to flee from a challenge, and by the end, always the boy submitted. &nbsp;“Do you have any questions pertaining to the contract in which your father signed, Master Quintin?” Miss Lily eventually asked, and leaned back in her chair that was neatly tucked behind the desk; every item upon the desk was meticulously placed, and well tended and orderly, and it reflected the expectations of the school and Miss Lily. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Education of a Gentleman (Airindel &amp; Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>28-03-2008, 16:36:55</strong>
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				Quintin Aurelius the Third; son of Quintin Aurelius the Second, grandson of Quintin Aurelius. The latest of the Aurelius family enjoyed greatly the privileged, wealthy life his ancestors had toiled over to provide. Several generations ago, the Aurelius family was hardly anything to take note of, to say the least. But his great, great grandfather had fallen on a bit of good luck, relied on some hard bartering, and struck the deal of the century. He had died a rich man, but not nearly as rich as his son had become. Thus started the Aurelius's rise in power, namely due to their ever growing wealth, and Quintin was able to live a life of luxury. Every day brought in more money for the family and he used every opportunity to use it. <br><br>He bought only the finest of clothes, the finest of wines, and the finest of women. Well, the women were free – practically throwing themselves at the young bachelor hoping to win his heart (and all the wealth that would come along with it). Quintin was no fool, and women became a dime a dozen to him. He was a womanizer, after all, and enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh greatly. It was his favorite past time, attending parties and events, meeting young women of status, and sleeping with them in their beds under the nose of their father. Despite what he promised them, he was not looking to settle down with any one. He was too young, wanted to enjoy life, live a little.<br><br>Presently, he found his father acting against his wishes. As prestigious as the School was, he found listening to Lady Lily very boring. He straightened out his blood-red vest as he shifted in his seat, keeping his back rigid so that he was looking down at her – slightly. It was hard to do in a seated position. His silver plated cane was clasped in one hand, drumming lightly against the floor.. Patience had never been a virtue of his, and he found all this formality tiresome. <br><br>He had only spent one night in this town and had only had the smallest of samplings of the women it had to offer. He had enjoyed most of the previous night in the arms of Susie – or was it Sally? - until her father had come storming in. Quintin had been fortunate enough to land in a fountain after jumping off of her balcony, clothes in hand. The thought of it made him smile now, even as Lady Lily was speaking. He tried to hide the grin before she noticed.<br><br>It was clear, looking at him, what women found so attractive about him. His 6'0” frame was well filled out, with lean muscles of an easy life of exercise. His steel plated cane had a rapier hidden with in and he had been trained how to use it. His earl-length black hair was straight and framed his masculine face. Hazel eyes – neither green nor brown – studied those before him and his smile melted hearts. <br><br>He was vaguely paying attention to Lily, and quickly skims over the contract. He simple had to get in contact with his father if he got himself into any sort of trouble, and his father would clear up everything. It was the story of his life, or had been so far. He shakes his head as she asks him if he had any questions. Well, on second thought, there was one.<br><br>“When do we start?” He asks, his tone clearly one of disinterest, as if to say 'lets get this over with'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Education of a Gentleman (Airindel &amp; Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>29-03-2008, 05:53:31</strong>
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				The lack of interest, the disregard, the lax attitude of the impertinent boy rankled Miss Lily, but her ire remained hidden by a calm façade, and a smile graced her lips as she contemplated the boy's lack of knowledge, his sheer ignorance and stupidity regarding his new position in life, and the growing lust she had to assert his first correction, yet he was to have a period of grace.&nbsp; That she would afford him out of kindness, but in no manner would she allow disrespect to continue in regard to forms of address. That alone made Miss Lily rise from her chair, and in the quietude of the study, her heeled boots were heard on the wooden floor. Her strides were evenly paced, one foot falling before the other; legs that were long and luscious and shapely were hidden by the flow of her black brocade velvet skirt, and the folds of the material brushed the legs of the chair in which Quintin sat. She stood behind him, and admired her desk, and the flexible cane that ornately rested upon it.<br><br>&nbsp;“Perhaps it is a mistake on my part, Master Quintin, but your father did state to me that you were of genteel breeding, a young gentleman that is in need of guidance, and in knowing that I make few mistakes, it must be your etiquette that is lacking for you are to listen to me, Miss Lily, your tutor, and you are to properly address me as Miss Lily.” Miss Lily stated, her voice even in tone, not sharp nor soft, but the voice denoted a tolerance. She folded her hands behind her back.<br><br>&nbsp;“The questions that I ask will always require an answer, one that is proper, and not a nod or shake of the head. You are to be a gentleman with intelligent and dignity. You may say: '<em>Yes, Miss Lily, I understand the contract.'</em> or '<em>No, Miss Lily, I do not understand the contract.'</em> One or the other is the only answer I will accept, and I shall not want to hear anything more.” Miss Lily stated and took the silver plated cane from his hand, confiscated it, and she used it to lean upon; it seemed to be an extension of her, and it suited her character. <br><br>&nbsp;“Much patience I have, Master Quintin. Now, let us commence from the beginning until it is answered with perfection.” Miss Lily stated. &nbsp;“Do you have any questions pertaining to the contract in which your father signed, Master Quintin? She asked, and awaited for an answer as she had instructed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Education of a Gentleman (Airindel &amp; Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-03-2008, 21:04:58</strong>
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				What lay beneath her dress, he could not say, but she moved with confidence and the way her clothes clung to her body suggest at what might lay beneath. He found himself instantly attracted to her. It was rare for a woman to radiate such confidence and...dominance even. They had all been so submissive to him, weak in the knees when he smiled that smile, more then eager to spread their legs for him, more then willing to do IT anywhere. They were all attracted to his power and wealth, he knew, and he chose to exploit that. But this woman was different. How dare she take his cane from him?<br><br>He shifted, uncomfortably. Her tone was very commanding, much more forcefully then any woman he had come across before. Yet it still held a sultry tone to it, distinctively feminine. She seemed to know her business and her tone she took with him completely unnerved him. Clearly his stature and place in society would have little to do with how he was treated her.<br><br>“No, Miss Lily, I do not have any questions about the contract.” He quickly responds, to her, his eyes keeping steady contact with hers. He left it at that, saying no more for the time being. He would have to be very careful around her, he reasoned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Education of a Gentleman (Airindel &amp; Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>02-04-2008, 00:44:11</strong>
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				Miss Lily was pleased with the Quintin's answer, and although she did not smile, she did lower herself so that she spoke closely to his ear. The words were soft and delicate, warm, and they sensuously enveloped the couple. “It always pleases me when a boy can be agreeable, and as long as one is agreeable, civil, and as long as one attempts to be an apt pupil, one shall be rewarded.” With those words said, she unlocked the door to her wardrobe in the study, one that contained a miscellany of educational supplies, but too, if one observed closely, one could see instruments of correction. Miss Lily loitered there for several moments, and on finding a secure spot amongst her belongings, one that was perfect, she placed Quintin's cane there and locked the wardrobe. Once again, she sat behind her desk and her gaze met those of her pupil's.<br><br>&nbsp;“Although you may not like me at times, Master Quintin, always do remember that there are only four women who will ever be important in your life: your mother, your wife, and your lover, and then there is me who will teach you how to obtain and keep both your wife and your lover. I will always be your confidant, now and in years from now, and although certain men do loathe advice from women, do realize that those men are not gentlemen nor will they be men of importance.” Miss Lily informed him, her voice serene and confident, and she arched her eyebrow when a footman appeared at her study door.<br><br>&nbsp;“Quintin, you are excused for half a day so that you may become acquainted with your room, unpack your belongings, and too, familiarize yourself of where the dining hall, bathing room, library and other rooms of importance are,” Miss Lily rose to her feet, and gestured to the footman. &nbsp;“Edward shall show you to your room which, I believe, is on the fourth floor. I bid you to remember that lunch is directly at noon, and I will expect your company. Have a good morning.” Lily dismissively said, and resumed to her business behind the desk; she put on glasses, and she looked stern and studious, yet a feminine softness remained.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Education of a Gentleman (Airindel &amp; Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>28-04-2008, 19:11:36</strong>
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				Her breath tickled his ear as she leaned down close to him, sending tingles down his spine. He managed to remain seated straight, unmoving despite the urge to do so. He caught the smell of her briefly, before she moved over to a cabinet. His eyes watch intently as she opens it, revealing an assortment of items inside. His cane, it appeared, was no confiscated. While he enjoyed that particular cane, it would not be hard to acquire a new one. Wealth had its privileges, after all. His eyes rose to meet hers, and he held her gaze as she spoke.<br><br>He couldn't help but chuckle at her 4-women comment. He had little trouble managing several girls at once, and he had no plans on getting married anytime soon. He was to be here for a year or so, and he doubted he would be ready to marry some one at that point either.&nbsp; It would be one lesson she could skip over. He does turn his head to regard the footmen as her gaze left his. It was clear that she had dismissed him, so he rose and bobbed his head at her. "Thank you, Miss Lily." He says, more courteous then before. He straightens himself out, turning proudly to face the footman. <br><br>He waves his hand, beckoning the man to lead him on and to pick up his bags which had been left outside of her door. Despite his love for things expensive and his clothes, he hadn't brought many of them. There was always time and money to go out and get fitted with whatever the local fashions were.
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