The Governess- 2

Diane and Veronica had often talked about that night in the barn and they
smiled, as each knew what the other was thinking.’
‘Shall we take Wendy with us tomorrow mother. It might remind her of what her
boy got in the barn that night’. Diane asked:
‘You can if you wish I don’t need her. Since she has been confined to the house
she has been a different girl. Its not as if she doesn’t know what you two get
up to when you are home on holiday.’ her mother replied:
‘I bet she’s not forgotten her thrashing either’. Veronica said. After the boy
had been sent home. Wendy had been summoned to the drawing room. Veronica tried
to recall it as it had happened. Diane’s mother had been sat on the centre seat
of the settee. The girl had been stood before her with her eyes full of tears.
‘You know I have to punish you don’t you girl. I should have you sent to
approved school for what you were doing. You are both under the age of consent
and what you did is a criminal offence.’ Diane’s mother had told the girl. Wendy
had begged and pleaded for leniency. ‘Take off your dress and get over my knee.’
The girl had taken off the dress. ‘And the under-slip too’. She had slowly taken
it off and stood up in just her panties. Diane and Veronica had been seated
comfortably in the easy chairs facing each side of the girl. They had enjoyed
her distress immensely.
She had a good figure for a young girl and her small breasts stood firmly above
her flat tummy. The girl awkwardly placed herself over the woman’s knee’s.
‘I think a hair brush would be appropriate, don’t you?’ She had looked at both
girls as she spoke.’ Veronica remembered, she had run to her bedroom where she
had a large wooden backed brush she had brought from school.
Placing her hand over the girl’s bottom Diane’s mother had taken the hairbrush
from Veronica and had placed it on the settee beside her. ‘I think we’ll have
those panties off you, would you help me please Veronica.’ Diane had smiled at
her mother including her best friend in the proceedings. Veronica had bent down
and hooked her finger under the waist of the girl’s panties pulling them down
gently. The girl had shivered as they slid slowly down her legs. ‘Right I think
we can proceed.’ she said. The girls watched intently as the young maid was
beaten. Her bottom glowing bright red after the first few stokes. The girl had
screamed for mercy after the first ten stokes but the beating continued until
the girls had counted forty strokes.
Wendy had been sent to bed after her beating and had remained there for the next
day in terrible discomfort.
Diane’s mother stood up and reached for a small bell push set into the oak
panelled hearth. A few moments passed before the maid entered the room. ‘We’ve
just being discussing your smack bottom,’ said Diane. ‘We would like to see if
that little bottom of yours has healed yet. Forty strokes with a hairbrush
should have left some trace.’ The girl blushed her long eyelashes closing over
blushing cheeks as she looked down in her embarrassment. ‘Will you show us
please.’ The girl blushed again, a soft rosy glow spreading upwards over her
pretty face. She turned her back towards the two girls putting her hands under
her short dress. ‘No not like that.’ said Diane firmly.
‘Take your dress off so we can all have a good look at you. ‘The maid turned
towards Diane. She looked shocked and embarrassed. Slowly she undid the buttons
of her black dress. She pulled her arms through the long sleeves and placed the
dress on the arm of the settee next to where Diane’s mother was seated.
Underneath she wore a black slip. The girl pulled the thin straps over her
shoulders and wriggled daintily as it fell to the floor. She was wearing only
pair of brief black panties. Her breasts were quite large. Her slim waist
accenting their size, they thrust outward firmly as she stooped to retrieve her
under-slip. Once again the girl turned her bottom towards Diane, pulling the
waist of her panties down at the back to reveal her well rounded buttocks. Diane
leaned forward and took hold of the girl’s hips turning her round. ‘I’ve told
you once already not like that.’ Diane brushed the maids hands away from the
panties and hooked her own fingers into the waistband, pulling the panties
gently down the girls shapely thighs to her knee’s. ‘Now take them off.’ She
told her and lets have no more nonsense. Bending with her knee’s pressed
together the young maid pushed the lacy garment over her shoes.
‘That’s right put them over there and leave your shoes with them.’ Wendy
stepped out of her high heels and walked back to Diane, covering her small patch
of dark pubic hair with her hand. Diane stood up as the girl approached. Taking
her by the shoulders she made her turn toward the fireplace. ‘Shall we have a
little more light?’ said Veronica as she turned on the light of the standard
lamp next to her chair. ‘That’s better’. said Diane. ‘She has filled out nicely,
what lovely breasts.’ She let her right hand fall from the blushing girl’s
shoulder, placing it firmly on her breast. Diane began to caress the breast,
drawing her fingernails lightly over the nipple. Round and round her fingertips
teased until the nipple stood out proudly. ‘Please Miss.’ The girl muttered her
eyes closed with shame. ‘Please don’t.’ She hunched her back, her shoulders
strained forward. ‘Stand straight and put your head up’ snapped Diane as the
girl tried to evade the teasing fingers pinching and squeezing her soft nipple.
She slapped the girl’s buttocks smartly with her left hand. With a gasp Wendy
raised her head and pushed her shoulders further back.
‘That’s better, you can always have another smack bottom you know.’ Diane said
brightly. ‘Now just do as I tell you, when I tell you, there’s a good girl.
Wendy was one blush of red, her bottom lip was trembling as Diane scolded her.
‘Now we will have a look at that bottom of yours.’ Diane quickly turned the girl
around and bent her forward. Taking hold of the maids waist, Diane leaned over
passing her arm around the girl and bringing her hand up underneath so that the
palm pressed against the maids soft tummy.
She stroked her right hand gently over the soft buttocks. ‘Look ‘ronica, there
are quite a few marks.’. Veronica leaned forward from her chair and gently
stroked the buttock cheeks presented to her. Diane moved her left hand further
down underneath the girl’s tummy. Her finger moving over the slim patch of pubic
hair. ‘Open your legs girl’. Veronica slapped hard across both cheeks of her
bottom. Wendy had began to tremble as she shuffled her feet apart. ‘Come on you
can do better than that’. Veronica said insistently as she pushed the girl’s
legs further apart. She could see the fingertips of Diane’s hand as she moved
them over the girl’s pubic mound. Diane felt the lips of her vulva begin to open
as she teased gently with her fingers. She rubbed backwards and forwards with
the length of her finger between the lips her nails teasing the clitoris into
prominence. Forward and back, forward and back her fingers moved inexorably,
stimulating the trembling female beneath her. She felt the first slight
movements of the girl’s hips as she daintily caressed her captive’s most private
part.
“Ooooh Miss, plee..ease .. Miss.” Wendy gasped as she felt a finger slip inside
her. The girl began to move her hips in response to the rhythm of Diane’s gentle
probing. Her breath came faster and her body shivered. Her mouth opened, gasping
for air as Diane moved her hand more firmly inside her. Feeling the moist lips
lubricating her finger, Diane increased her rhythm, slowly and insistently she
probed deeper and deeper into the very core of the girl. The hips that were
moving from side to side began to move backwards and forwards. Reluctantly the
girl moved her innocent young body, pushing her quivering hips forward to meet
Diane’s probing fingers. Her naive movements sending thrill after thrill through
her body. Veronica observed the reluctant motions of the girl in front of her
and moved to a kneeling position between the girl’s widely spread legs. She
reached down and stroked her gently, her fingers bestowing feathery caresses
upon the girl’s inner thighs. Wendy was in turmoil her senses reeling with the
onslaught of passion her mind assailed by a rising tide of sensuality.’
Oooh..Miss….Please…d’doont….
Miss…..Pleeease……ss’. The lower half of her body seemed as if it were on
fire, her legs trembled and quivered, her knee’s turned as if to jelly. Diane
looked down on the helpless girl, watching her tremble with rapture, her knee’s
spread wide sinking to the soft carpet below. Calmly Diane moved with her
keeping contact and increasing the pressure of her wrist upon the writhing
girl’s clitoris as she inserted another finger inside her. ‘Ooooh….Missss.
Pleeeeease….pleeease…’The girls words coming in gasps between in-drawn
breath. Diane was delighted as she felt and saw the tell- tale signs at the
impend of the girls climax. She looked over to Veronica who was caressing the
girls thighs with persistent stokes, moving her hands smoothly upward over the
back of the thighs into the deep crease of the girls bottom. Veronica took her
cue from Diane and splayed the girls buttocks widely apart, her fingers teasing
the sphincter, probing and prising an opening as the girls hips worked
themselves to and fro. She inserted the tip of her finger into the anus and at
the moment of climax impudently pushed her finger straight up into the girl’s
wriggling bottom.
‘Oooooh…Ooooh….pleeeease…’ Wendy was beside herself with sexual pleasure.
‘Oooooooooh…..Misssssssss. The girl moaned, her hips thrashing as both girls
cleverly manipulated her climax.
With tenacity they coaxed the last vestige of pleasure from their victim
watching her every movement until she collapsed prostrate on to the carpet
heaving and gasping for breath.
‘Arrrh…Oooooh.ooo..ooh………ooooh’. The girls moans subsiding as her
orgasm diminished. Even then Diane’s fingers did not lose contact with her as
she cupped the fleshy mound and squeezed gently.
Diane laid her head on the girls back. ‘There now, there now’ she murmured,
gently stoking the softness of the maids buttocks with her right hand, the other
still cupped between the thighs. Veronica stroked her quivering legs until they
lay still. ‘There that wasn’t so bad was it.’ Diane murmured as the girl drew
air in long deep breaths.

Lady Rawlings looked down at the tableau of girls before her. Her maid lay
naked on the floor her legs spread wide. Between them sat Veronica her hand laid
on the back of the girls knee. Diane was sat to the side gently stroking the
shoulders of the exhausted innocent.
‘Help her on to the settee beside me. ‘ Lady Rawlings said softly to her
daughter. The girls got up slowly, helping Wendy to the couch.
‘Lay her head on my lap, that’s the way.’ Diane’s mother said as they helped
the naked girl to lay face upward on the soft cushions. Her head rested on Lady
Rawlings knee. Diane’s mother gently stroked her hand over the girls glistening
shoulder and down on to her beautiful breast, stroking softly. The girl seemed
to have regained some of her senses and looked up into the face of her Mistress
as she felt the hand gently touch her sensitive nipple. Diane knelt at the side
of the settee looking down into girls face.
‘Tell me,’ she said quietly ‘Did you enjoy that?’. The girl looked into Diane’s
eyes. ‘Oh yes Miss.’ she whispered. Her body shivered.
‘Did it make you tingle all over, tell me.’ Diane lent close to the girl as she
spoke, Her voice whispered softly. ‘Did it make you come?’ The girl blushed as
she looked up at Diane. ‘Oh yes Miss, yes Miss.’ the girl whispered. ‘Do you
feel nice now?’ Diane reached for the girl’s other breast and squeezed it gently
as she spoke. The girl dropped her eyes as she felt the caress. ‘Answer me.’
Diane moved her face closer to her. The girl looked at the lips inches from
hers, raising her head she kissed Diane in adoration. ‘Oh thank-you Miss
…thank you’.
‘You can pop your clothes back on now Wendy then fetch us all a drink’. Diane
said kindly as she stoked the girl’s cheek, ‘You know we are really very fond of
you’. ‘I know Miss. I just get embarrassed.’ The girl said softly looking into
Diane’s eyes. Wendy dressed quickly and left to fetch the drinks.

‘Well,’ said Lady Rawlings, ‘what a day you’re all going to have tomorrow The
girls looked up at Diane’s mother as she spoke, smiling gently at her daughter
and her friend. ‘I feel sorry for this orphan boy of yours. Not because you are
going to punish him tomorrow but because of his circumstances. Perhaps if he is
as beautiful as you say we could do something for him.’ ‘What do you mean?’
asked Veronica as she shifted lazily in her seat. Her robe fell open below the
belt exposing her long shapely brown legs right up to the vee of dark pubic
hair.
‘Well’, said Lady Rawlings ‘I know a woman that runs a school, mostly girls I
think, but she has a wonderful way of moulding her pupils. They turn out quite
bright but completely manageable, if you know what I mean.’ ‘You mean they are
submissive?’ asked Veronica.
‘Yes, I think you would say they are very submissive.’ Lady Rawlings smiled. ‘I
think punishment plays a big part in her disciplines. Look at the way Wendy has
reformed since her smack bottom. She does exactly as she is told and yet is
cheerful and very caring.

The day dawned bright and clear. The girls were in high spirits as they sat on
the cane chairs of the veranda adjoining the dining room. Diane was helping
herself to more coffee from the silver tray, which the maid had placed on the
cane table in front of them. Diane was wearing a white silk shirt. The material
was almost transparent, even the doubled material of the pockets did little to
conceal the dark aureole and nipple of each breast. She had unbuttoned the shirt
down to the middle of her cleavage and as she leaned forward, her breasts were
completely exposed. Her dark blue skirt was made with a buttoned slit, which ran
from the waist down to the knee length hem. Diane had unbuttoned these so that
the smooth Sea Island cotton material fell either side of her tanned thighs.
‘I think we chose the right outfits, don’t you?’ Diane turned to her friend and
smiled. ‘I don’t suppose there is a chastisement outfit.’ Veronica laughed.
‘Have you decided what to beat him with yet?’ Veronica leaned back as she spoke
and unbuttoned her thin cotton shirt to the waist exposing her large rounded
breasts to the sun’s morning rays.
‘That looks pretty.’ Diane said, observing Veronica’s brown nipples, which stood
out quite splendidly from the tips of her firm breasts.
Veronica shifted in her chair placing her feet on the cane table. She was
wearing a wide skirt that came to just above the knee. She pulled the skirt up
until the hem lay across her hips, exposing her long brown legs. She smoothed
her hands over her thighs lazily. ‘I’m looking forward to today, he has such a
lovely body for a boy.’ Veronica spoke softly, turning her face to the sun. ‘He
is graceful and not too muscular, perfectly proportioned really.’
Diane nodded to her friend in agreement. ‘I think he is most unusual and
special, let’s hope mother can do something for him.’
‘Look,’ said Veronica.’ My nipples have gone stiff.’ Diane laughed, reaching
over and tweaked the tip of Veronica’s right breast with her fingernail, before
cupping the firm flesh with her hand. Leaning forward in her chair she brought
her mouth over the nipple and nibbled gently with her even white teeth.
‘Oooh don’t start that now or we’ll never get through the day.’ Veronica
laughed.

It was an hour later. The girls were sat side by side in the Range Rover
belonging to Lady Rawlings. Diane was driving competently down the long drive,
which lead from the Manor into the estate. ‘Are you comfortable Wendy.’ Diane
addressed the maid seated behind them.
‘Yes Miss, thank you Miss.’ Diane glanced round at the maid who smiled back at
her. ‘You have turned out a nice girl.’ Diane said. ‘Such a pretty face and body
too, you really are a lucky girl.’ ‘Thank-you Miss.’ replied the maid once more.
They were now heading up the long hack that led to the lake. Diane drove slowly
over the rougher ground. ‘Don’t the woods look pretty at this time of year.’
Veronica said, shifting lazily in her seat. Diane concentrated on her driving,
her wide skirt laid over her thighs, displaying a pair of pretty knee’s.
‘I think we brought everything we need, for our task.’ Diane said to Veronica.
‘If not we will just have to improvise.’ ‘You will do as we ask today won’t you
Wendy.’ Diane turned to girl behind her. ‘I want complete co-operation from you,
is that understood?’
‘Yes Miss.’ the maid replied firmly, ‘I won’t let you down.’
‘I do think that girls got a crush on you Diane’. Veronica said. She turned in
her seat to look at the maid who blushed prettily, and dropped her long
eyelashes over her cheeks.
‘Here we are.’ Diane brought the Range Rover to a halt a few yards from the
picnic table.
‘Are you sure we wont be disturbed.’ asked Veronica as she opened the door of
the vehicle.
‘No I made sure. The keeper is in ‘Far Acre’ and will be working there for the
next three weeks, so there’s no-one to interrupt us.’
‘Good’ said Veronica jumping from her seat. Her skirt caught up momentarily,
revealing her brief white panties as she slid her feet to the ground.
The girls unloaded the jeep: Two picnic hampers and three large car rugs were
placed on the grass beside the picnic table.
‘You still haven’t told me what we’re going to use on the boy, said Veronica as
she sorted through one of the hampers. The maid approached holding a long slim
package. ‘Madam asked me to give you this.’ she said as she held out the paper
parcel.
Veronica quickly tore off the paper and held the long slim cane between her
fingers.
‘What was Madam doing with this might I ask’ Veronica looked at the maid.
‘It was meant for me Miss.’ the girl replied quietly.
‘Has she used it yet?’ enquired Diane.
‘No Miss, the girl blushed. ‘She said it was for the next time.’
‘Then what I said earlier is true, you are a very lucky girl.’
‘Yes Miss.’ The girl said quietly.
‘There must be enough stuff in here to stock a chemist’s shop.’ Veronica said as
she knelt over the hamper and sorted the contents.
‘Well we have to look after him, I wouldn’t want him to be poorly with any
infection.’ Diane said as she reached for the cane lying on the picnic table.
‘How do you fancy being beaten with this?’ she asked Wendy as she slipped the
slim bamboo slowly through her fingers.
‘Oh I wouldn’t Miss, it looks awfully hard.’
‘Well one stroke wouldn’t hurt you, and it would be nice to try it.’ Diane said
cheerfully.
‘Oh no Miss, Please Miss, you wouldn’t.’ The girl looked pleadingly at Diane.
‘But you have already promised to do as you are told, haven’t you?’ Diane looked
inquiringly at the maid. The girl looked at Diane, her bottom lip trembled.
‘Please Miss.. not with that, I couldn’t stand it’.
‘Of course you could, now lets have no nonsense from you.’ Diane spoke sharply
to the girl. The maids face fell, her lips trembled at the sharp rebuke and the
thought of the long cane.
‘Just bend over the picnic table there’s a good girl, one stroke never hurt
anyone.’ Wendy trembled, but dutifully walked to the picnic table and leaned her
hips against it, bending forward slightly. Her face turned to look at Diane.
Veronica stood up and went behind the girl raising her loose skirt up over her
bottom. ‘Bend forward, there’s a good girl she whispered.’ Wendy bent over
timidly, resting her head on her hands as they touched the table top.
Veronica promptly pushed the full skirt up over the girls waist, tucking some of
the material into her waistband. Her pretty bottom displayed a small pair of
lace panties. Veronica knelt behind her as Diane watched. Taking hold of the
flimsy lace she slowly pulled the panties, making the girl open her legs as she
eased them down.
‘Just lift your foot’, Veronica said gently as she pulled the panties over the
girls dainty sandals.
‘Open her legs a little more.’ Diane instructed her friend.
Veronica pulled the girls legs apart and pushed her ankles further in toward the
table. Standing up she placed her hand on the small of the girl’s back pressing
her slim waist down on to the tabletop. Wendy shivered, her body rudely exposed.
‘Please d…don’t hurt me Miss”. She stammered. Her little bottom moved from
side to side in agitation.
‘Keep still, there’s a good girl.’ Veronica said gently stroking her hand over
the girl’s naked buttocks.
Diane nodded her head to Veronica. Her friend placed her arm over the girls
waist and pressed down firmly.
‘Just keep still, or I will give you two.’ Diane spoke firmly.
Veronica slid her other hand over the girls bottom her fingers trailing through
the crease between her buttocks and finding the sensitive lips of sex. Slowly
she teased them with light caresses running her nails through the fine hairs of
her pubes. The girl moved her bottom, the cheeks quivering as Veronica’s fingers
slid between the pubescent lips of her vagina. Veronica pressed two of her
fingers together, stealthily she pushed them up inside the girl, the vagina
already moist, allowing her fingers to slide in easily. Veronica cleverly
manipulated her fingers feeling the girl’s bottom lift and push back toward her
hand. Diane watched as her friend’s fingers slipped backwards and forwards
between the pretty cheeks of the maid’s bottom. The girl moved her hips
backwards, her vagina seeking the fingers that gave so much pleasure. Her breath
was coming in audible gasps as the probing fingers played inside her. She raised
her buttocks, her back arching as Veronica steadily increased the tempo of her
fingers. Oooh….mmmm..ah moaned the girl as she bent across the table before
her tormentors. Veronica looked up at her friend and nodded. Diane stood back
from the girl and raised the cane high above her right shoulder. Veronica
increased the rhythm of her fingers inside the girl’s wet passage slowly pulling
her hand backwards. The helpless girl raised her pert bottom seeking the fingers
that gave so much pleasure. ‘Now.’ said Diane. Veronica quickly pulled her hand
away, increasing the pressure of her arm over the girl’s back. Diane swung her
arm downwards, the cane whistled through the air in a perfect arc, striking the
young girl across the centre of her bottom. The tip of the cane curled around
the quivering cheeks of the girls thrusting buttocks, biting into the virgin
flesh. ‘Aaaarrh…aaaarh.’ The maid’s body stiffened as if electrocuted. Her
legs kicked wildly as she screamed. ‘Aaaarhh….aaaarh..ooh.’ Her head tossed
from side to side, her body shaking uncontrollably. ‘Oooooh….oooh..Miss…’
Wendy was in turmoil, her thighs rubbing together trying to rid herself of the
pain. Veronica thrust her hand between the injured cheeks her fingers rudely
searching for the girl’s moist vagina. Deftly she sunk her fingers into the
girl, swiftly bringing them into play. Her fingers roamed wildly around the
inside of the quivering flesh. Diane dropped the cane and splayed her hands over
the girls thrashing bottom. Her fingers quickly located the neat sphincter
between the quivering buttocks. Deftly she pushed her finger up into the hole.
Wendy writhed beneath them, her body on fire. A myriad of emotions went through
her innocent body as the girls brought her to a shattering climax. Her screams
filled the air as wave after wave of sensation passed through her.
‘Mmmmmmmmhhhh..aaarhh..arrrh’ The girl was moaning beneath them as they gently
slowed the tempo of their busy fingers.
‘Mmmmmmhh…mmmm.’ she sobbed, her body was suffused in a rosy glow.
‘There..there.’ Diane whispered softly to her. ‘There’s a good girl, hush, it’s
all over now.’
Wendy sighed and moaned but her body became still. ‘There you’re all right now,
just lay quietly.’ Diane reached underneath the girls waist her nimble fingers
began undoing the buttons of the maids skirt.
Once open she tugged at the material, pulling it from under the maid’s stomach.
Gently she raised the skirt over her bottom, taking care the material did not
touch the bright red weal crossing the buttocks. Veronica put her hand
underneath the girl’s tummy to support her while Diane laid her skirt beside the
hampers.
Taking a bottle from the open hamper, she poured lotion on to her hand. She
applied the liquid delicately to the girl’s bottom, softly rubbing it in to the
marked cheeks.
‘Oooh Thank you Miss.’ The girl murmured as she felt the cool lotion being
rubbed over her wounded bottom.
Diane spent several minutes gently applying more of the liquid. She re-capped
the bottle and placed her hand gently between the girl’s thighs. Cupping the
pubic mound she squeezed softly.
‘There now how do you feel?’ Veronica asked as she carefully lifted Wendy from
the table.
‘It really hurt Miss, I didn’t think I could stand it..it was awful.’ The girl
whimpered as Veronica helped her toward the blankets.
Diane watched as the maid approached, ‘You look quite beautiful you know.’ she
said to the maid looking at the small patch of hair that ran down between the
girls legs.
‘Turn around so we can see your stripe’.
The maid turned without hesitation, showing her bottom to Diane.
‘Shall I bend over Miss.’
Diane smiled. Obedience at last. She thought.
‘Yes please Wendy.’ Diane replied.
The girl bent down touching her toes easily, although she grimaced as the flesh
of her bottom tightened. Diane could not resist reaching between the proffered
thighs and delicately tickling her pubes. Wendy trembled but did not move from
her bent position until Diane patted her thigh and told her to come and sit
down.
‘I don’t know whether I can sit Miss.’
‘Just lay on your tummy, then we can see that delicious bottom of yours’ Diane
replied.
‘All that excitement has made me thirsty.’ Veronica said brightly. ‘Who would
like coffee?’. ‘I’ll pour it Miss, I’m all right now.’

Richard awoke with a start. He had had a terrible night. unsure every minute of
the evening whether he would be called to Matron’s office. Whether the girls had
decided to report his crime. He had slept fitfully, waking constantly only to
fall back into an uneasy sleep.
He looked at the large round wooden clock hanging high on the wall at the
end of the dormitory. It said six o’clock. Richard jumped out of bed and hurried
to the bathrooms. He filled the large cast iron bath with tepid water, the only
kind they supplied at the orphanage. He shed his night-shirt with which they
supplied to both boys and girls and sank into the tepid water. He scrubbed
himself thoroughly, rubbing his skin red with the harsh bristles of the wooden
brush.
He had asked Matron for clean underwear and socks, which she had provided
without asking why. Normally clean clothing was supplied at the whim of the
domestics who worked in the institution.
After soaking in the bath for as long as the rapidly cooling water would let
him, he got dressed.
He was the eldest boy in the dormitory and as such was not asked questions
about where he was going. The rules were strict and it was only the most foolish
boy or girl that broke them. He often went for walks early in the morning even
during term time. He was quite sure no one would question why he was dressed so
early during the school holidays.
Richard had a strange feeling in his stomach. His nerves were on edge with a
mixture of apprehension and dread at thought of what the day would bring.
He sat with the earliest sitting of boys and girls for their meagre
breakfast, however this was one day that Richard could not bring himself to eat
his food. Richard did not possess a watch so watched the clock at the far end
of the room. As soon as the hands read ten minutes to nine, he set off for the
long walk up to the lake.

The sun was already hot he as crossed the fields toward the woods. He
trudged on steadily, becoming more nervous as his legs carried him nearer to the
estate. He was well inside the woods when he saw the faded notice that read,
Private Land, Trespassers will be prosecuted. The fence that provided the
boundary for the estate that lay ahead. Slowly he climbed over the round wooden
posts that ran between strong stakes that were firmly implanted in the ground.
Slower now, he climbed up the hill, which led to the lake. Cresting the
rise he could see the blue water sparkling through the trees. The lake looked
inviting, but thinking about the lake made his stomach churn. If it had not been
for his desire to swim there he would not have had to be here now.
Richard covered the last few yards through the trees with an impending
feeling of dread. His mind had covered every possibility including whether it
might be a game and they would let him off.
As Richard left the cover of the trees he saw a Range Rover parked by the
Picnic table, then further to the left he saw the girls. He could not see
clearly from that distance so he failed to notice that a third girl was present.
Richard felt embarrassment, what should he do. Had he to walk over to them,
or … He walked on. His head looking toward the immediate ground, he managing
somehow to put one foot in front of the other as he neared the picnic table. He
could see thick tartan blankets lying on the ground near to the table. He
stopped and looked up. ‘Well what have we here?’ Said Diane brightly as the
boy raised his head. She had monitored his progress from the wood. Perhaps
confirming her first impressions of his physique. The boy almost jumped as she
spoke. ‘At least you’re on time.’ He gazed at the girls his own face already
bright red. He noticed the third girl who had looked at him quickly and then
averted her eyes.
‘Well my boy are you ready for your punishment.’ Diane looked keenly at him, her
lips displaying even white teeth as she spoke. Richard hung his head.
The maid looked at Richard through her eyelashes. She was pleased they had
allowed her to dress before the boy’s arrival. He really was good looking, tall,
with a handsome face. ‘We have decided,’ said Diane.’ to give you six sound
strokes of the cane. It should be a lot more but we are to be lenient on this
occasion. This will be administered by myself. If you do not keep still or I am
not satisfied I will give you more. Is that understood.’
Richard looked at the girls beautiful face as she addressed him. Six
strokes, would he be able to take it like a man. The doubts rushed through
Richard’s mind. He had had no experience to compare with this.
‘ We are to proceed straight away Richard so will you kindly prepare
yourself.’ Diane continued.
Richard stood looking dumbly at the girl. Not knowing what to do or what to say.
‘We are waiting Richard my boy.’ Diane was well aware of the boy’s acute
dilemma.
‘What should I do Miss.’ asked the boy looking down at his feet.
‘Take those ugly trousers of yours off… and your clod hopping boots.’ Diane
snapped. ‘Hurry up I haven’t got time to waste with you.’ Diane and Veronica
were both well aware they had all the time they wanted.
Richard went down on one knee and started to undo the laces. His trembling
fingers hardly managing to cope with the well-worn laces. He managed to get them
off and then stood trembling before the girls. Reaching for his belt he undid it
and let it hang down from the waist loops of his baggy short trousers. He
unbuttoned his trousers and let them down over his legs. He stepped out of them
and placed them beside his boots. Once again he stood up in front of the girls
wearing his baggy underpants. His shirt lap hung down covering most of the
underpants.
‘Take your jacket off.’ Diane said firmly. ‘It is far to hot for that.’ Richard
obeyed placing the rough flannel jacket over his trousers.
‘Come on and the underpants, I’m going to cane your bare bottom. Hurry up you
are slow.’ Diane looked up at the boys face, it was flushed with discomfort.
Richard dropped his eyes from the girl’s cool gaze and pushed his underpants
down his legs, he took them over his socks and placed them on the growing pile
of clothes. His shirt lap hung down covering his thighs.
‘For God’s sake take those horrible socks off.’ said Veronica, speaking to the
boy for the first time.
Richard bent once more, taking his long grey wool socks over his feet he put
them on the pile. He stood up facing the girls once more.
‘Shall we have the shirt off,’ Diane asked Veronica innocently, ‘It’s bound to
get in the way.’ Richard blushed deeper at the thought of having to expose
himself. He had blushed every time he had thought of the events of yesterday.
‘Of course it will have to come off, it’s more like a nightgown than a shirt.
How are we going to get to his bottom with that thing in the way.’ Veronica
turned to Richard as she spoke. ‘Come on, get it off.’ A nervous shudder shook
Richard as Veronica spoke to him. Blindly the boy reached for the buttons of his
shirt fumbling as he struggled to undo them, the shirt parted as he undid the
last button exposing the front of his timid body to the girls.. Richard took the
shirt off and let it fall to the ground beside the rest of his clothes.
He clasped his hands over his genitals aware of the interested stare of his
audience.
‘Hands by your sides, head up, shoulders straight.’ snapped Diane copying the
word’s and tones of her own schoolmistress.
Richard breathed deeply, he felt faint. Slowly he took his hands away and hung
them by his sides. He held his shoulders straight.
‘That’s better, I can’t stand sloppy boys.’ remarked Diane.
Richard was aware of where the girls were looking. He fought an inner battle
with himself to keep his hands by his sides. Veronica looked at the naked boy as
he stood in front of her. His body was better than she remembered it. She
examined his penis hanging down in front of the neatly bulging scrotum. He had
obviously been circumcised the tip of the penis showing about a quarter of an
inch from his foreskin. His body was slimmer than she had first thought and his
skin had a healthy colour and an excellent texture. Richard stood still as the
girls looked at him. He could do nothing to save his embarrassment. His eyes
were filled with tears.
Diane stood up in front of the boy and took him by the shoulder as she
looked into his face. ‘Look at me Richard, I am going to punish you now. I
expect you to take your punishment like a man. Do you understand me.’ Richard
nodded making a small tear run down his cheek. Diane looked down gently into his
eyes and tenderly wiped the tear from his cheek.
‘It’s no good crying, I haven’t given you anything to cry about yet.’ She said
firmly. Standing back from the boy she motioned Veronica to join her.’ He can
kneel on the bench and lean over the table I think.’ said Diane. ‘Would you
bring that blanket please Wendy.’ The maid carried the blanket to Diane who told
her to lay it on the bench at the side of the picnic table. Wendy tried to avoid
looking at the boy’s face knowing some of what he must be feeling. At the same
time there was a certain excitement about the proceedings.
‘Come here my boy, kneel on the blanket and lean over the table.’ Richard moved
to the bench and knelt on it. He leaned over the table supporting himself with
his hands, his elbows straight.
It was as if he were in a dream his head pounded and his stomach churned inside.
Veronica put her hand gently on his back. ‘Go down on to your elbows and rest
your head on your hands, there’s a good boy.’ Her voice was gentle and soothing.
‘That’s it right down.’ She smoothed her fingers over his back as he arched his
spine and pressed his chest to the table. Veronica moved back examining his form
from the rear. His legs were close together and his smooth buttocks thrust
upwards. Veronica looked at Diane who was also admiring the beauty of the boy’s
body and winked.. She smoothed her hand across the smooth upturned buttocks.
‘Open your legs, you will be much better like that.’ Richard shifted his legs
apart a couple of inches. Veronica stooped placing her palms on the inside of
each thigh. Firmly she pressed the boy’s legs apart until they were widely
spread. The firm buttocks were now open and vulnerable. Richard gasped at the
smooth contact of her soft hands. ‘I think he had better be held.’ said Diane.
‘Wendy would you hold his arms, go around the other side of the table. ‘. The
maid obeyed, moving around the table, she pulled Richard’s hands across the edge
of the wood. She leaned forward trapping the hands between the table and her
hips, her body pressed tight against his arms. Richard could feel the softness
of her breasts against his elbows. Diane smiled happily at Veronica as they
observed the way Wendy had quickly done their bidding.
‘I think if you hold his penis and testes he won’t be able to move very far.’
Diane chose the words deliberately to embarrass the boy further. Richard could
not believe his ears. Never before had he felt so exposed and vulnerable. His
body was one complete blush. He rested his forehead on his arms to hide his
face. Veronica felt the nervous trembling under her fingers as she coolly
stroked her hands over his buttocks. Her hand sliding down between the parted
cheeks, her fingers lingered over the tightly spread sphincter before descending
between his legs. She scooped the boy’s testicles into her hand and squeezed
them gently. Slipping a soft hand underneath his hips she delicately took hold
of the flaccid penis. ‘Wendy heard the boy gasp as he lay helpless before her.
His arms twitched beneath her soft breasts. She guessed what Veronica was doing
underneath the boy. Veronica gently slipped the foreskin back over the rim of
the glans. Her delicate touch causing him to try and draw back. ‘Stay exactly
where you are.’ Veronica snapped and squeezed the balls resting in her hand.
Slowly she pulled the foreskin back her fingernails gently scratching the rim of
the young boy’s penis.