The Governess- 16

The nurse was acutely aware of the
young boy’s embarrassment as the doctor slowly withdrew her finger and placed
the tip of the cylindrical insert up against his sphincter. She watched his body
shudder as the cold metal was pushed hard against the puckered opening. “Right
breathe in deeply, come along now in… and out… in and out…. in.” Her
sentence stopped abruptly as the insert was deftly pushed up into his bottom.
“Arggggghhh.. mmmm.. mm. Richard groaned as the metal slid upwards into his
bottom. “There now that went in nicely.” The doctor looked across at the nurse
who was gently stroking her hand over the boy’s shoulders. She placed her hands
on either buttock and spread the cheeks wide. She had never quite analysed her
own feelings or predilections but this moment seemed immensely satisfying.
Perhaps it was the feeling of power coupled with a certain sexual domination.
Whatever the explanation she knew exactly what she liked and what gave her
satisfaction. She squeezed her legs together, her pubis pressed against the edge
of the table. The thin material of her white coat transmitting the cold of the
table’s steel edge. She reached forward and took a firm hold of the boy’s penis.
Just you keep still now while I manipulate the foreskin.” Richard grunted as he
felt the doctor pull his foreskin back. He grimaced as he felt her deliberately
tighten the skin and at the same time squeeze his testicles firmly. The nurse
watched intently. The boy’s face was coloured bright red as the doctor proceeded
to pull the foreskin back and forth along the shaft of his penis. “Relax there’s
a good boy.” The doctor was well aware of the feeling that must be running
through his body as the penis became erect. She could see his sphincter had
contracted over the metal flange of the insert as she expertly brought him to a
full erection. The nurse was gently stroking his back as the doctor increased
the pace of her fingers. Richard groaned loudly as the doctor’s delicate fingers
pulled the foreskin firmly up the shaft. His body began to tremble as she deftly
placed her flattened palm over the tip of the penis and rotated it. Richard
tried to raise his hips to escape the intense feeling but the doctor held him
firmly. “Just you keep still if you don’t want another smack.” She increased the
tempo of her fingers once more, gesturing to the nurse as she did so. “If you
would…” The nurse quickly picked up a tissue and held it under the boy just
below the tip of his penis. “Arrggghhh arggggghhh.. mmmn..
please miss..ssss.” The sensation in his body was incredible. Richard’s hips
bucked and shook as he climaxed. Semen spurted from the tip of his penis in an
agonising jet. The nurse held the tissue nearer to the tip as the doctor
manipulated the foreskin at a rapid rate. Without warning she took hold of the
insert in his bottom and pulled hard. The boy reared up on his hands as the
sphincter was stretched wide over the larger circumference of the middle of the
tube. “Arrgggghhh ..arggggghhh Pleaeeees miss ssss.” The boy’s head shook from
side to side as the doctor laid the insert on the bed beneath his widely
stretched legs and pulled his testicles backwards squeezing them firmly. “Let it
all come out there’s a good boy.” She gave him no respite as he ejaculated,
rapidly pulling the foreskin up and down the shaft of his penis as she squeezed
the testicles still harder. “Arggghhhh.. arggh..arggghhhhhhhhh..” Richard was
beside himself as she squeezed the last drop of semen out of his penis.
They left the boy to recover for a few moments before Nurse Harvey helped him
from the bed. “Right young man I am going to give you a nice warm bath. It’s all
over now so I hope you are going just relax, what do you say?” Richard managed
to mutter “Y’yes miss.. Thankyou.”

Shafts of sunlight filtered through the panes of the high window. The mullions
casting shadows across the carpet. Lady Rawlings leaned back on her chair and
looked across her desk at the young woman. Surely this could not be the grand
daughter of Harriet Marwood. Or even the daughter of Henrietta who had
safeguarded her mother’s reputation, even enhancing it over the years. The young
woman could be no more than nineteen years old. Her face was surely the face of
an angel. Her sweet voice was soft with a delicate precise timbre. Jane Marwood
was indeed beautiful. Her delicate features smiling beneath jet black hair. Her
slim shoulders were set straight as she sat primly in her chair. Although her
body was slender, her breasts were full and firm, stretching the smooth cotton
of her shirt tightly. She wore a short skirt which finished half way to her
pretty knees. Her legs were long and slim. Lady Rawlings remembered how
gracefully the girl had moved when she had first walked in. “I am sure we will
get along well together Lady Rawlings.” Jane was saying. I have only had one
other charge before and that was for a period of six months. The rest of my
experience has of course been at my mothers school. She did explain to you I
think that at the moment it was not possible to take Richard. She does not
object in principle of course, I mean about Richard being the only boy. But as
yet we, or rather she does not have the appropriate facilities. Lady Rawlings
was listening to the girl but her mind was elsewhere. She had severe misgivings
that Jane would make a suitable School Mistress or Governess for the boy. What
Lady Rawlings had in mind was a strict disciplinarian. Someone who would
completely understand the nuances and subtleties of the kind of psychological
moulding she had in mind for her young charge. Jane had already sensed that her
Ladyship was not paying full attention to her. She was aware of the visual
impression she made. She had prepared herself for the eventuality of being
taken only at face value. Now it seemed was the time to reveal her determination
and dominance. “Lady Rawlings would you stand up please” Jane’s voice quickly
bought her ladyship out of the reverie with her own thoughts. “I won’t tolerate
young girls that don’t pay attention in class.” Jane’s voice was still sweet and
gentle and yet there was a subtle determination to her tone, almost
imperceptible but Lady Rawlings was quite sure of what she heard. Lady Rawlings
stood up, almost instinctively. She could not help the look of surprise on her
face as she first began to realise the role play the young girl had instigated
with one simple command. “What is your first name, quickly girl answer me,” Lady
Rawlings smiled but answered in a slightly timid tone. “Victoria Miss, but most
people know me as Vicki.” Jane nodded, watching her Ladyship as her face put on
a serious expression. “Well Vicki, I am afraid I shall have to punish you. You
have been a very naughty girl and I will not tolerate naughty girls. This is for
your own good and I want you to take it without fuss. Come here and stand in
front of me.” Lady Rawlings obeyed, standing to attention in front of the slim
young girl seated in front of her. She wondered how far Jane was prepared to
take the charade. Jane remained seated and reached up underneath the cotton
tunic that her ladyship was wearing.

“Hands on your head, there’s a good girl.”
Jane said sweetly as she gently pulled her ladyship’s panties down over her
knees to her ankles. Take your shoes off and put your panties over there on the
chair. Her ladyship was at a loss for words. She had been given no time to
protest. Almost in shock she obeyed the young girl, taking off her shoes and
stepping out of the lace panties before laying them over the chair. “Stand in
front of me Vicki, now hands by your sides… head up and look at me.” Victoria
Rawlings had not been spoken to this way since boarding school. It unnerved her
in a way and yet she was determined that she would continue at least for a time.
Jane stood up and held Victoria’s chin with gentle fingers. “Look at me Vicki, I
don’t want to punish you, but I must.” Her eyes had an expression of gentility
and kindness as she spoke. She let go of her Ladyship’s chin and quickly
unbuttoned the front of her cotton tunic, before undoing the belt. Lady Rawlings
felt the soft gentle touch of the young woman’s fingers as she quickly went
about her task. Lady Rawlings shivered involuntarily as Jane exposed her. Apart
from the dress that now hung open her Ladyship was naked. Jane gently slipped
the garment from her shoulders, exposing her completely. “Take your dress and
put it with your panties.” Victoria Rawlings did as she was told. Even though
she understood the real purpose of their interplay she could not help a shiver
passing through her body as she laid her dress on the chair and stood back in
front of her young interlocutor. “Right my pretty girl, go over there and kneel
on that chair.” She pointed to the Chesterfield chair which was placed beneath
the partly open window. Lady Rawlings hesitated, surely the girl would not dare
beat her and of course she had nothing to beat her with. She walked to the
chesterfield and knelt on the seat facing the padded backrest. “Come along
Victoria, not like that. I want one knee on each arm and lay your tummy over the
top of the backrest. Hurry up now, I don’t want to have to add to your
punishment.” Lady Rawlings felt herself blush for the first time since she had
left school. If she were to kneel on the chair as instructed, her legs would be
spread apart to the extreme. She also realised that as she were to lean over her
bottom would be thrust upward while her head and shoulders hung down over the
other side.
Surely now was the time to call a halt to the proceedings. Something inside her
told her no, carry on after all she was in control. She carefully stood on the
seat before placing one knee on to the padded arm of the Chesterfield. Holding
on to the backrest she was just able to stretch her legs far enough apart to
place the other knee on the opposite arm. She shivered as the cold leather on
the top of the chair-back touched her tummy. Jane watched her the lithe body of
her ladyship as she spread her slim supple legs, her knees pressing into the
leather of the arms. Her bottom thrust up into the air as she leaned over the
back of the chair. Her buttocks were parted exposing the tiny sphincter. Her
pubic mound looked plump and fleshy beneath the neat triangle of soft blonde
hair. Lady Rawlings fought her desire to get up and call a halt instead she let
her body relax, her back arched gracefully over the back of the chair. “Aren’t
you ashamed of yourself.” Jane spoke softly and soothingly. “Having to be
smacked like a baby at your age.”

Victoria felt cool soft fingers gently caress
her naked bottom. The velvety touch slowly moving down over the cheeks,
delicately moving between the cleft of her bottom. “Don’t you dare move my girl
or there will be extra smacks to follow.” Lady Rawlings bit her lip in
preparation for what she now knew must surely come. It was without warning.
There was no lifting of the caressing fingers as the first smack landed on the
juncture between thigh and bottom. Smack.. Smack… Smack.. Smack.. and on it
went, ten hard smacks in quick succession. The hand that had caressed her bottom
now pressed firmly on the small of her back, holding her securely in place.
Don’t move there’s a good girl, I am afraid there is more to come. I have to
punish you properly. I am sorry to say that you will now receive ten strokes of
the cane. Lady Rawlings was quite beside herself as she heard the warning of
more to come. “I think I will have to call a halt.” She was surprised to hear
her voice tremble. “It’s all right Victoria, the strokes are not for you and not
today, but I do want you to stay just where you are. Your poor bottom is quite
red.” Jane gently stroked over the reddened buttocks with gentle fingers. She
slipped her dainty hand between the cleft of her ladyships bottom. Delicately
she placed a second hand up between the widely spread thighs and cupped the
fleshy plump pubis. Two slim fingers penetrated her in unison, one pushing up
into the surprisingly moist vagina. The second finger pushing up into the anus,
impaling the reddened buttocks on the end of a finger. “You naughty girl, you
are quite wet, what on earth have you been thinking of. You are obviously quite
incorrigible and I am afraid you must be made an example of.” Lady Rawlings
felt herself blush. She could not remember the last time she had felt quite so
embarrassed. She could not help move her hips as Jane’s finger gently stroked
the inside of her moist vagina.

Jane quickened her fingers, rejoicing in the reluctant movements of the hips
beneath her. “Stay still you naughty girl” Her lady ship felt the finger being
quickly withdrawn from her bottom. Almost instantly she felt two sharp slaps
upon her upturned buttocks. “Now do as you are told, you naughty girl”.
Immediately Jane pushed her forefinger up into the naked woman’s bottom,
watching her squirm as she proceeded to quicken the pace of her fingers within
the moist vagina.
“Why I do believe you are going to come, what a naughty girl you are showing off
your feelings in this way. If I catch you getting wet like this again I shall
stand you up naked facing the classroom and show everyone what a lewd girl you
are”. Lady Rawlings shuddered, her hips quivering as she reached her orgasm. She
could not help herself as her hips squirmed deliciously. Jane increased the
pressure of her finger in her Ladyships bottom as she thrust her other hand
deeper into the woman’s soft vagina. It was the combination of young girls
physical ministrations and the imagery of her words that caused her ladyship to
react so quickly. She shuddered as she felt a second wave of intense sexual
sensation course through her body. Jane quickened the pace and pressure of her
fingers as she felt the lithe tanned body squirm and buck beneath her. She
leaned her body over the slender back of her victim and gently slowed the pace
of her fingers as her ladyship spent once more. “There, there my pretty girl you
are having a big cum aren’t you. I can see you that I shall have to keep a close
eye on you if you go on behaving like this.” Jane slid her fingers gently from
the warm sensitive flesh of the woman’s vagina and gently took hold of the
prominent clitoris, she pinched quite sharply. She watched as her Ladyship’s
body stiffened and then shuddered as another wave of sexual pleasure washed over
her. Delicately she withdrew her finger from between the quivering buttocks and
stroked her hand lovingly over the blushing flesh of her Ladyships reddened
bottom cheeks. “My, my you are a naughty child.” Her words subtly reducing the
status of her victim from woman… to girl… to child. Jane continued stroking
her Ladyship, first withdrawing her hand from the pubis and stroking gently
beneath her tummy, her other hand bestowing feathery touches over her Ladyships
quivering buttocks.
After a few moments Jane straightened up and walked back to her chair. “I would
like you to get up and come over and stand in front of me. I want you to put
your hands on your head and stand in front of me with your legs spread apart. I
do not want you to speak unless I tell you to. You may answer me now… is that
clear?
Lady Rawlings got up awkwardly from the chair, her beautiful body glistening in
the sunlight from the window. She walked as instructed towards the young girl
and stood in front of her. She was totally embarrassed by the situation she
found herself in, she spread her legs as wide as she could and placed her hands
on top of her head. She felt utterly humiliated as the young girl leaned forward
in her chair and cupped her delicate hand between her widely parted thighs. She
shuddered as the young girl’s fingers pushed upward into her vagina. Her
ladyship was about to protest when the Jane suddenly pulled her hand away and
stood up. Her body pressed close to the naked woman. Without warning she took
both nipples and pinched them at the same time leaning forward she kissed her
ladyship on the mouth, her tongue thrusting between the parted lips. Jane could
feel the woman tremble as she kissed her. Letting go of the her nipples she
placed her hands gently on either side of her head and pulled her face away. As
she drew back, her Ladyship could see a wistful smile on her face. “I think we
ought to start our interview again your Ladyship.. now that you have seen my
curriculum vitae so to speak. Her ladyship smiled. “I think I will just put my
dress on… and yes I think we do have a lot to discuss.
Jane had watched her Ladyship dress and they now sat in easy chairs at the other
end of the room. The large mullions of the window diffracting the sunlight into
soft patterns upon the carpet. Lady Rawlings stretched lazily in her chair
stretching her tanned legs out in front of her. “I see what you mean now, in
fact you have crystallised my ideas in the short time we have had together.”
Lady Rawlings smoothed her hand over her legs as she spoke. “I can see that your
methods are far more subtle than I had realised. Of course! periods of absolute
normality punctuated with extreme embarrassment and subjugation.” Jane smiled,
her pretty lips poised to speak. “And of course this will eventually lead to the
boy having no control at all. In other words he will become sexually aroused on
demand. He will have a complete reliance upon the female. He is already as you
say intimidated by female beauty and if he is kept completely out of contact
with boys of his own age he will not be able to compare his experiences. In fact
it would not be advisable for him to have any authoritarian contact with any
male.” Jane leaned back in her chair and continued. “He will feel totally
secure, he will know that he will always be loved and cared for, at the same
time on a different level he will be in a constant state of embarrassment and
sexual awareness.”
Lady Rawlings smiled at Jane. The afternoon had been a revelation to her,
although she had clear ideas about the future of the boy, it had not always been
possible to map out the practicalities of his upbringing. Having Jane in the
house would be more than a pleasure and even though she knew her daughter would
be taking a keen interest in the boy, she realised that constant supervision was
the best solution. Diane and Veronica would be back at school for their last
year and she herself had many commitments, not least of which was her duty as
magistrate for the Manx judiciary.

“If you are able to start here soon I think it would be advisable for you to
have complete supervision of the house staff. As you know we have two maids. One
of which has just arrived as a refugee. They are both extremely pretty and may
on occasions provide you with some amusement. There are also two girls in the
kitchen. Rachael and Claire, they are seventeen and eighteen years old and live
here. In fact we are very self contained. The estate office is situated in ‘Far
Acre’ That is six miles away. We have over sixteen staff who run the farm
estate, none of these have any contact with the household. In fact we allow no
visitors at all. Provisions are delivered to the gate house lobby and are
brought up by the kitchen staff each morning. The house as you saw when you came
is completely walled off so everything within the gardens is private to myself
and household staff.” Jane smiled as her Ladyship explained the intricacies of
the household. “Most large estates like this suffer from gossip, especially in
the villages. For that reason I have chosen that everyone who works here lives
in. None of the staff have any family, so apart from shopping trips to Douglas,
they have no contact with the outside world. Even though I have had on occasions
to discipline all of the staff we have a very pleasant happy atmosphere. Jane
smiled. “Do you mean by discipline that you have caned their bottoms.” Lady
Rawlings gave an impish smile to her new young governess. “Yes all of them at
one time or another, and I am sure you will be doing the same after all they
will be your responsibility.

“Tell me about the maids and the kitchen staff and what their exact
responsibilities are, and then you can tell me about Richard.” Lady Rawlings
smiled. “I think if I am going to be talking for the rest of the afternoon we
had better have some tea.” She rang the bell cord hanging from the wall at the
side of her chair. “Wendy, who answered the door to you, will probably answer
the bell. I will get Annette to bring the tea tray and you will be able to have
a look at her. I will tell you about the kitchen maids first. They are Rachael
and Claire. Rachael is from Douglas and was up before me in court as a ward. Her
mother died just after she was fifteen, her father had abandoned the family
years before to live on the mainland. I don’t think there was too much love in
the family and I took pity on her and gave her a job here. She is under a
supervisory order until she is twenty-one years old. In essence that means that
she is legally in my charge. If she were to leave she would be brought back or
jailed upon my decision. She has responded well to kindness and has become an
excellent member of the household. She is well built, certainly not plump but
shall we say well rounded. I showed her kindness and apart from one little
incidence which was the first time I punished her, her conduct has been
flawless. In fact the only time she makes a mistake is on purpose” Jane nodded
her head. “Tell me what little incidence and what you did about it.”
“I thought you would pick me up on that. She spilled a large copper cooking pot
of soup all over the kitchen floor just prior to dinner. Diane had brought
Veronica to the house for the first time and was rather annoyed when we could
not serve soup. They laughed about it afterwards, but I do think Diane was very
annoyed at the time.”
“How did you punish her?”
“A good smack bottom of course!”
Jane waited knowing that if she did Lady Rawlings would go on with her story.
“I was rather tempted to punish her there and then in the kitchen but I was not
sure how she would react with Claire present so I waited until the next day and
had her come here to my study. I chastised her verbally but with I hope
understanding. She broke down into to tears and said that she admitted it should
not have happened and that she thought the world of me and would do anything to
make it up, In fact I seem to be suffering a lot with hero worship at the
moment, Wendy is just as bad.” Jane smiled, her understanding of human nature
surpassed her years. “It is very normal for girls to get a crush on their elders
and betters as well as their peers.” Lady Rawlings nodded her agreement. She
brushed back her hair with her hand and smiled at Jane. “Of course I already had
an inkling of how the girl felt and I really was hesitant about punishing her,
however there was something in her voice that prompted me to carry out what I
had already planned. I told her that in view of the seriousness of the occasion
I would have to cane her bottom. To my surprise she blushed bright red but
nodded her head and said ‘I know madam.’ She might have heard that Wendy had
already had a smack bottom with the hairbrush I imagine the girls do confide in
each other occasionally. To cut a long story short, and I will have to if I am
ever going to brief you on the rest of the household. I told her to take off her
kitchen coat. It is a white coat and often their only clothing apart from
underwear, it often gets very hot in the kitchen.

She obeyed without hesitation
although I must say she looked very shy and embarrassed. She was wearing a lace
bra and panties underneath, obviously not expensive but quite pretty. Her figure
is quite astounding without clothes and of course kitchen coats do conceal most
of ones shape. I made her stand in her underwear while I fetched a riding crop
from the cupboard… I didn’t have a cane at that time. I noticed she had kept
her flat shoes on so I made her bend over and take them off. She really looked
very pretty bending over. Her breasts are very large and I remember wanting to
see how firm they were, so I instructed her to take off her bra and lay her
upper body flat on the desk. She seemed extremely shy at having to take off her
bra, but she obeyed without hesitation. She really has quite magnificent
breasts.” Jane smiled. “I always strip the girls at school quite naked it
increases their shame and of course makes them feel far more vulnerable. Unless
of course we are doing an exposure.” Lady Rawlings looked quizzically at the
young girl. “Exposure? I am not familiar with the term.”
Jane smiled. “It is when we want to make a girl particularly embarrassed in a
certain situation. I will make her hold her skirt to her waist and pull her
knickers down as far as her knee’s. It is quite effective. I’ll explain some of
our methods to you when I start.. I am presuming that I will be starting.”
“Of course Jane..” Lady Rawlings pretty lips drew back in a smile, revealing
perfect white even teeth. “I had decided that you were perfect for the job
during our little interlude earlier.”
Jane smiled at her ladyship adjusting her body lazily in the easy chair. “Do go
on with your story.”
“Well I waited until she was bent over the desk and laid the crop on the top
beside her head so that she would see it close up. I stood behind her and pulled
her panties down to the floor. She had bent over with her legs together so that
I had no problem in taking them down. I lifted her feet one by one and took her
panties off. I remember saying ‘right my girl, up on your toes and get that
bottom high in the air.’ She obeyed immediately she really pushed her bottom up,
arching her back. She looked quite magnificent bending naked like that. I took
the cane and put tapped it upwards between her legs. I said ‘As high as you can
with that bottom’ or words to that effect. She really strained to get her bottom
higher and as arched her back I gave her the first stroke right across the
middle of her bottom. She shook furiously with the first stroke but managed to
remain bending over. I gave her a second just above the first one. She really
quivered with the pain.