The Governess- 18

BOOK TWO

“This is Richard Chambers” Jane relished hearing those words as she stood in
front of her desk facing Lady Rawlings and the boy. Her memory of Richard was
accurate but she had not been able to see his eyes or the profile of his face
from the front. “Step forward Richard and greet your new governess.” Lady
Rawlings pushed the boy forward until he was stood directly in front of Jane.
Jane placed her hand under his chin and raised his head so that she could look
directly into his eyes. “I am Miss Marwood… your Governess.” She spoke slowly
and insistently as she revelled in her first contact with the boy. I am going to
be teaching you your lessons and I want you to work hard and be obedient… do
you understand?” Richard nodded his head. “Yes Miss Marwood.”
“Well done, you need not call me Miss Marwood unless you want to attract my
attention, please address me as Miss when answering my questions.”
“Yes Miss.” Richard’s face had coloured up at the touch of her hand and her
steady gaze. He was completely mesmerised by her beauty. Her gentle touch
against his face had made him dizzy. He looked at her through a haze of
embarrassment, not daring to catch her eye.
” Right you can go and sit at that desk over there, you will see that your books
are in the drawers at each side. We will be starting with English, so if you
would like to find your books for that subject while I see Her Ladyship out.
Jane followed Lady Rawlings out of the study and closed the door behind her.
“Please call me Victoria, I only get called Her Ladyship by officials or
peasants.” She laughed as Jane took her arm. “He looks everything I expected and
his demeanour is perfect. I shall need about three weeks before I first start
to mould him. As we discussed he needs to feel secure and loving towards me
before I can begin to influence his nature.” Victoria smiled. “I understand
perfectly and I know attention to detail is as important to you as it is to me.
Would you like me to send Wendy in at eleven with morning tea? I already know
the arrangements you would like for Richard.”
“That would be fine I will ring if there is anything else.”
Richard sorted through his books but his mind was in a turmoil. He had felt
clumsy and awkward standing before her and what was worse he knew he could not
help himself. She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. His feelings
of inferiority were such that he found it almost impossible to articulate.
Jane had dressed impeccably for the occasion she wore a blue silk shirt with a
large cameo broach at the collar. Her skirt was fine blue cotton with pleats at
either side. Her tanned legs were covered in sheer silk, which accentuated their
perfection. Jane had deliberately worn high heels so that she would have extra
height. The dark blue of the Italian leather neatly encased her dainty feet.
Jane re-entered the study, which her ladyship had carefully set out. The large
desk faced the smaller one squarely, they were set about six feet apart. Her
ladyships attention to detail and been impeccable. Pens, exercise books and
paper had been supplied to both desks. A carafe of water had been placed on the
corner of her desk next to a bell push. Jane sat down, her fingers brushing over
the fine yew surround of the desk and on to the thick leather covered top. She
looked across at Richard who sat expectantly with his English text and exercise
books open. Jane did not speak but looked intently at the boy, watching him
blush as he met her gaze. She looked down and opened the middle drawer of her
desk. She had to stifle a giggle as she saw all of her canes had been neatly
laid on the green baize of the drawer lining. On top of the canes was a hand
written note. “Enjoy… V” Jane smiled to herself and closed the drawer. She
looked up and addressed Richard. “Come and stand by my side and show me your
text and exercise books will you Richard.” Her voice was cool and precise. She
watched him get up from his desk, noticing his grey worsted jacket and grey
short trousers were obviously brand new and being worn for the first time.
Richard walked forward and stood at the side of her desk. She leaned her body
towards him and put her arm around his legs drawing him closer until his body
was touching hers. She kept her hand on his thigh, feeling the warmth of his
body though the material of his short trousers. “Now show me where you are up
to.” Jane spoke softly almost intimately to him as he placed his books upon her
desk. “Er.. I am up to here.” Richard pointed to a passage from the test book.
“We were doing comprehension Miss.” Jane smiled sweetly, looking up into his
face. Richard turned his head toward her, aware of her gaze. She felt a thrill
as he blushed profusely, quickly turning his head back to the books in front of
them. Jane looked at the text and pointed with her pretty fingers at the start
of the passage of text. Read this chapter for me Richard, I want to see if you
pronounce the words correctly. You can pick up the text book and stand up
straight. She could feel the boy’s discomfort and embarrassment emanating from
him as she slowly let her hand trail down over his short trousers and on to his
bare thigh. She lightly played her fingers up and down his leg as he began to
read. His voice was almost trembling as he started the first passage. “Clear
your throat Richard and start again… a little louder and firmer this time.”
Richard straightened his shoulders and held the book up higher as if it would
project his voice further. Jane relaxed her body as the boy began to read. His
voice was clear and his pronunciation good although Jane thought, his accent
could do with a lot of modification. Gently she stroked his thigh her fingers
occasionally pushing up beneath the trouser leg. Richard was blushing a bright
crimson by the time he had finished the chapter. Jane let go of his legs and
leaned back in her chair, her breasts thrusting against the silk of her dark
blue blouse as she altered her position. “Very good for a first attempt Richard.
Go and sit down and write an explanation of what Sheridan meant to say by
introducing that character. Do you understand what to do?”
“Er Yes Miss I think I understand.” Richard stammered as he stumbled rather than
walked back to his chair. Jane watched him as he left her desk, she was almost
sure she could detect a slight bulge in his trousers.
Richard worked silently he had had no time to crystallise his thoughts about his
new governess. He was embarrassed to distraction by her beauty and could not
bring himself to look her in the eye.
They both sat in silence as the hours passed by. Richard had become absorbed in
his work and was determined to do his best. Jane watched as he wrote his
paragraphs on to spare sheets of paper, altering them several times before
finally copying them to his exercise book. Jane sat at her desk writing busily.
Rather than leave anything to chance she was composing a programme of events to
give to Her Ladyship. She had already laid out a profile of what would be
happening with Richard over the coming weeks, this was already several pages
long. She was now composing a programme of events and suggestions with regard to
the rest of the household staff. She had talked with Lady Rawlings the previous
evening and explained that her acceptance within the household must not just be
based on authority alone. Much of what she was now writing clarified and
recorded their conversation.

At eleven-o-clock precisely Annette entered with a small tea tray which she
placed on the desk in front of Jane. She removed a glass of orange juice from
amongst the pot and jugs and placed it in front of Richard. She smiled at the
boy and turned to Jane. “Will there be anything else Miss?” Jane shook her head.
“No Thankyou Annette, that will be all for now.” She watched the girl leave and
turned to Richard who was still writing. “You may have a little break and drink
your orange juice if you like. Or sip it as you work if you would prefer.”
Richard looked across his desk at Jane. “He could not help dropping his eyes in
embarrassment as her she fixed her eyes on his. Her beauty overwhelmed him.
“er.. Thankyou Miss.” Richard drank from the glass and then looked down once
more at his books.
They worked through the day breaking for lunch in the smaller of the two dining
rooms. Jane ate lunch alone with the boy watching him intently. She noticed
that Richard avoided her gaze when ever possible. She was aware the effect she
had on him. Once out of the corner of her eye during the morning she had seen
him glance at her as she had leaned back in her chair. She had deliberately
stretched her shoulders back feeling the tightness of the silk against her
nipples as her breasts thrust forward. She noticed that he had coloured up
immediately and bent his head back down to his work. Jane had planned her
strategy carefully avoiding all physical contact until late in the afternoon.
She walked got up from her desk and moved behind him. Carefully she leaned over
him. Her breasts pressed against him as she bent over and placed her cheek next
to his. “Right Richard let me see what you have written.” She flipped over the
pages of his book to the start of his essay. She could feel the heat from his
cheeks as he blushed profusely. She placed her cool delicate finger tips on the
nape of his neck stroking his hair gently as she began to the read through his
work. Richard was in turmoil, he felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment as
she leaned against him. Her fingers were cool and gentle against his neck, her
perfume intoxicating his senses as she whispered softly to him. “You are a
clever boy, you seem to understand the characterisation perfectly and you have
written so much.. what a lovely boy you are.” Her voice was low and sensual as
she moved her cheek against his. Richard began to tremble unable to control his
emotions. Her proximity and the intimate way she touched him destroyed his
equilibrium. Her low sensuous voice flattering and praising him was just too
much. Jane sensed his agitation at once. She knew exactly the effect she was
having on him. Gently she withdrew her face from his and delicately placed a
small kiss on his burning cheek. She stood up taking his book from the desk. “I
will read this through to correct any small mistakes you might have made and let
you have it back in the morning. She moved to the side of the desk and stood
with her legs astride. “You may get up now and go and play outside if you like
as long as you are ready for dinner at seven. If you would like some tea you can
go and see Rachael or Claire in the kitchens.” She noticed Richard was
studiously avoiding eye contact with her. She also knew that unless she was
mistaken he would have an erection. “Come along then up you get, you really have
done wonderfully well today.” She could see the boy’s absolute anguish as he
pushed his chair back. She smiled as he turned his body away from her to get up
from the far side and walk around the back of the chair. She watched with
delight as he furiously tried to adjust his trousers while his back was turned
toward her. “Come along Richard, don’t you want to go out to play.” Her voice
was light and cheerful.” Richard turned toward the door trying not to look at
her. There was a bulge in his trousers which he could not conceal. His head was
throbbing as he stumbled toward the door. Her voice made him stop in his tracks.
“Come here Richard and stand in front of me.” Richard quaked as he heard her
instruction. Shame-faced he turned and stood in front of her looking down at his
feet. Jane examined him closely as he stood before her. It was with delight that
she saw the shape of his penis pushing hard against the material of his trouser
leg. He had obviously not been able to adjust his penis upwards or to the side.
It must be quite painful she thought pointing downward like that while it was
obviously so hard. She took Richard’s face between the palm of her hands. Her
fingers cool against his burning cheeks. She raised his head and looked into his
eyes. “It is normal manners Richard to turn toward ones teacher and ask
permission before one leaves the room.” Jane felt a thrill inside her as she saw
the helpless look of supplication in his eyes. “I’m sorry Miss he stammered.”
Richard was near to fainting as Jane let go of him and turned him toward the
door. “Off you go and play. Richard turned the handle of the door and stumbled
out. His face was burning and his head pounding as he walked along the hallway
and up the wide staircase toward his room.

Jane and Victoria were seated in easy chairs by the fireside in the small
drawing room. They had eaten dinner together with Diane and Veronica in the
small dining room. Jane had explained her intentions to the gathering, talking
for almost and hour. She had patiently answered both Diane’s and Veronica’s
eager questions as well as ascertaining from the girl’s the exact events leading
up to Richard’s admission to the household. Jane had been very impressed with
Diane’s easy manner and openness, her summing up of the boy’s emotions were both
incisive and accurate. Veronica too, she thought certainly understood the subtle
nuances that were required in dealing with the boy. Victoria leaned forward in
her chair and rang the bell cord on the wall by the fireplace. “I usually drink
wine in the evening, would you like to join me. I have some excellent clarets as
well as a fine selection of Southern and Northern Rhone’s. One of my favourites
is a burgundy from the Cote de Nuits, a La Tache which I think you might like.
My late husband was a firm disciple of the growers from Vosne Romanee and
purchased futures for many years before he died. Our cellars here are
absolutely perfect in all respects, even to a temperature of fifty-five degree’s
and as it is a hobby of mine I take pleasure in having wines that Fortnum’s are
having to pay four times the price for.” Jane laughed, she knew the wines her
Ladyship was talking of very well, and indeed their high prices. Wendy knocked
and entered at her Ladyships beckoning. “Wendy dear, would you fetch a bottle of
La Tache from the cellar, take it from any of the racks from row D.” Wendy
bobbed to Jane before answering her Mistress. “Yes Miss.. shall I bring the
Italian glasses with it?” Lady Rawlings smiled. “Yes Thankyou I think that would
be an excellent idea.” Jane looked at Victoria as Wendy left the room. “I am
impressed, she seems to know your cellar well and what glasses you might
require. Her Ladyship sat back in her chair, crossing her tanned legs. She
unbuttoned the pleat of her dress, leaving her legs bare almost to her panties.
“I do like to get comfortable in the evening, it’s so cosy in here that I
sometimes stretch out by the fire and listen to the Radio or just read.” Jane
looked over at Veronica’s bare legs. Her body was quite magnificent, her muscle
tone perfect, even for a girl ten years younger. Victoria was well aware of
Jane’s examination of her legs. She uncrossed them and stretched them out in
front of her, slowly smoothing her hand over her thigh. “You really have
beautiful legs, why don’t you pop you clothes off and come and lay over my knee.
I would love to have another look at that bare bottom of yours.” Victoria
smiled, I would love to, but instead I thought I might come and have a look at
how you have settled into your rooms. The West Wing has the most beautiful views
and is the only suite of rooms that has it’s own study, apart from Diane’s.”
Jane smiled knowingly. “I think that would be an even better idea. I really do
love the rooms, the bathroom is amazingly opulent and I love the Louis
furniture. Are you sure I am not taking up some of your living space?
“Of course not, my own suite is even larger and I assure you no less decadent.
We had most of the Manor refurbished over two years ago. I think I realised then
that I didn’t want a house that was constantly full of tradesmen and always in
need of repair. So the whole house was rewired as well as new plumbing. I had it
done while we went to our Villa in France. I don’t think I could have stood the
upheaval. Rather than have local tradesmen in the house I engaged Harrods new
property services. They sent a designer and an architect so that there was
continuity throughout the design scheme. I must say they did a beautiful job.
You ought to see Diane’s rooms if you think yours are luxurious. She really is
an imp, she picked everything herself. I remember the designer from Harrods
saying that her ideas and tastes would do justice to any of the Royal
households. She really did cost me a fortune though. We have mains gas too,
although none of the surrounding villages have. It pays to sit on the same bench
as the Director of the Gas Board.” Jane could not help laughing. “I suppose you
are financially very secure, not that I mean to pry.” Victoria’s eyes twinkled
in merriment, her red lipstick framing her even white teeth as she smiled. “You
must never think that there is any question that you cannot ask. The answer is
yes, My late husband’s family have had this land since sixteen fifty-one. I was
the sole heir when my husband died. The estate has over two thousand acres,
divided between here and the mainland, much of which is farmed by tenants. There
are several companies on the mainland of which I am the major shareholder and in
addition I own a large portfolio of properties in London. I also own a large
estate in the South of France. We have a Villa there which is built on the
coastal estate.

It is really beautiful. We have our own beach which is
surrounded by cliffs. It is impossible for anyone to get to the beach unless by
boat and as it is covered by an old French estate law which is marked on the
coastal water charts as being off limits. I will take you there at the start of
the summer holidays as we will all be going then. That’s about the size of it
really, even with taxation I seem to be increasing both the income and the
holdings. Of course the family solicitors and accountants are so well
established (their firms are both over three-hundred years old) that I have very
few decisions to make. However I do go to all the major board meetings and
decide on various recommendations and acquisitions”
Jane was not only suitably impressed by the scope of Victoria’s wealth but also
by the acumen her ladyship must have in business. Even with inherited wealth it
has to be managed properly.
Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in.” Veronica
called as she got up from her chair and pulled a small refectory table between
their two chairs. Wendy entered carrying a silver tray which held a bottle of
wine and two glasses. She bent over and placed the tray on to the table. Jane
was delighted to see that the cork had been pulled and was being held by a twist
of lead foil to the neck of the bottle. The dust on the bottle had not been
disturbed apart from the neck which had been wiped clean. Jane smiled at Wendy
as she spoke. “That looks very professional Wendy, you have obviously done this
before. Wendy bobbed a curtsey to Jane. “Yes Miss, Madam showed me how to
present the wine properly.” Lady Rawlings smiled at her young maid. “You do it
very well all the same. It is getting rather late and I don’t imagine we will
need anything else. Why don’t you go and get your night things on and you and
Annette can come down and say goodnight.” Wendy bobbed to Her Ladyship. “Shall I
tell Annette to put her night things on too Miss. “Of course and don’t be too
long as Miss Marwood and I will be going to bed ourselves soon.” Wendy bobbed
one more curtsey and left the room. Jane looked at Veronica with an enquiring
eye. “Is it usual for them to come down and say goodnight or are you doing it
for my benefit. Veronica laughed. “Well they always come and see if there is
anything else I want before they retire, but not as a rule in their night
clothes.” Veronica said no more but leaned forward and poured wine into both
glasses. She handed one to Jane and held her glass up in front of her. “Here is
to you Jane, it is so nice to have someone to discuss things with.” They both
drank from their glasses Jane took her drink and settled back in her chair.
Veronica put her glass down and stood up, moving over to Jane she leaned over
and kissed Jane full on the lips. “Don’t spill your wine… I just wanted to do
that I feel very warm towards you.” Jane understood how Lady Rawlings must feel.
“I do understand Veronica, it must be hard, even having such a lovely daughter,
to find someone to share your thoughts with. I have always had my mother, but it
does seem easier when you are not related. It is often hard to think of one’s
mother or I suppose one’s daughter as just a friend. Jane raised her glass
toward Victoria. “Here’s to you.. and to us together, what do you say?” Veronica
gave a low chuckle. “An admirable toast.” She took her glass and touched it
against Jane’s.

Both women turned their heads towards the door as they heard the sound of
someone knocking softly. Lady Rawlings called for the girls to enter as she got
up from her chair. Annette and Wendy entered the room, both of them looked up
timidly to their Mistress as they stood on the rich olive green Axminster,
their bare feet just visible under their long dressing gowns.
“Lady Rawlings addressed the girls. “I know you have met Miss Marwood briefly,
but I would like her to have a closer look at you both. So you first Annette off
with your dressing gown and stand in front of Miss Marwood. “Victoria’s voice
was soft but firm. Annette obeyed immediately taking off her new dressing gown
she moved in front of Jane. She wore a silk short night dress that finished just
below her hips. The matching panties were trimmed with a ruffled lace. Her
pretty cheeks blushed as Jane looked her up and down. Without warning Victoria
moved behind her sand pulled her panties down to her knees. “Hand above you head
now .” She warned as she took the hem of the night dress and pulled it up and
over the girls head. Jane leaned forward and pulled the flimsy panties down to
her feet. “Take those off and give them to her Ladyship.” She commanded smartly.
“Now stand straight with your arms by your side so I can have a proper look at
you.” Annette blushed but did as she had been told. Her firm breasts stood
proudly above her slim waist. Jane looked at the girl’s smoothly shaven pubis.
The plump flesh between her legs had been lightly talcum powdered. “Open your
legs.” Jane commanded as she got up from her chair and stood in front of the
girl. “She placed her hand gently on the girl’s breast, tweaking the erect
nipple with her delicate fingers. “You have a lovely body, you must be very
proud of it.” Jane smiled kindly at the blushing girl. With out preamble she
cupped her free hand between the young maid’s legs, squeezing the soft mound of
flesh intimately. Jane moved her face close to girls blushing cheeks, at the
same time she felt the moist lips of the labia part as she slipped her
forefinger up inside the young girl. Jane looked intently at the girls face as
she slipped a second finger up into her. Annette had began to tremble as Jane
quickly moved her fingers inside her, arousing the sensitive membranes of her
most intimate part. Jane squeezed the girl’s nipple hard as she watched her
close her eyes. Her pretty lips were parted as she drew deep breaths of air in
response to Jane’s busy fingers expertly arousing her. Involuntarily she
squeezed her thighs together unable to disguise the wave of sexual arousal she
felt course through her trembling body. Victoria looked over at Wendy and smiled
at her. Wendy’s face was blushing furiously, her delicate lips trembling as she
looked at the naked body of her companion. Victoria was sure that is was not
just the embarrassment she felt for her friend but the knowledge that it would
probably be her turn next. Jane took her hand from the girl’s breast and slid it
around her waist, gently indicating that the girl should kneel. Annette was
thankful for the gesture she was trembling from head to foot. She sank
gratefully to her knees and then forward on to her hands. Jane had kept up the
insistent rhythm of her fingers during their change of position. Now as she bent
over the her she was able to explore the cheeks of the maid’s bottom with her
free hand. She slid her fingers down the crease of the buttocks quickly locating
the sphincter. Without warning she deftly slid her forefinger up into the girl’s
bottom. “Arrggghh” Annette wailed as Jane quickly thrust her finger even further
up into her anal passage. The girl’s body moved sensuously as Jane brought her
to a reluctant orgasm. Annette could not help herself as she threw back her
head, moaning loudly as she climaxed. Wendy watched on helplessly, aware that
her turn was to come. She squeezed her legs together miserably aware that she
was already wet between her legs. Lady Rawlings observed the proceedings,
occasionally casting an eye over to Wendy who was trembling visibly. She had
decided to observe rather than participate in order to see how Jane coped with
the girls. Annette could control her limbs no longer and sank to the floor as
her climax receded. She was only just aware of Jane’s fingers being gently
withdrawn from her vagina and her bottom. Her face rested on the carpet as she
became aware of gentle fingers being stroked down her back and over her
buttocks. After a few moments caressing the prostrate girl Jane spoke gently to
her. “Get up now and go and sit on Her ladyships knee.” Victoria smiled knowing
that Jane was aware that she had been dying to stroke the girl and yet had
desisted for the sake of her new governess. Jane sat back in her chair. “Why
Wendy you are trembling come and stand in front of me you poor girl, whatever is
the matter don’t you think your friend enjoyed that.” Wendy’s face was a picture
of distress as she came to stand in front of the new governess. “Well Wendy
don’t you think she enjoyed it.” Wendy managed to stammer an answer. “er.. I
don’t know Miss.” She looked sheepish as she answered. The cool stare of the new
young governess unnerved her. “Well turn around and ask her, there’s a good
girl.” Wendy blushed a deep red and turned to Annette who was sitting on her
Ladyships knee. Her head was laid against her Mistress’s shoulder and her eyes
were closed. Lady Rawlings softly stoked her fingers over the girl’s breasts and
tummy her other hand gently holding the girls waist. “D’..did you enjoy that
Annette?” Wendy’s question was awkward and of course unnecessary. Annette looked
up at Wendy her eyes appearing unfocussed with a dreamy expression. “Yes it was
lovely.” Her voice was soft and low, full of sensuality. Wendy turned to the
young governess. “Well off with your things, I want to have a good look at you.”
Wendy blushed but something in the young woman’s voice made her obey
immediately.