The Governess-1

Her beautiful features lit by the lamp
beside her. The girls watched her intently. They both loved her and kept no
secrets from her. Diane’s mother was aware of her daughter’s fondness for
inflicting pain. For as Diane had inherited her looks she had also inherited the
desire to inflict pain. It was the most rewarding when she inflicted pain on
boys or youths. They had discussed this desire between the three of them many
times over the last year. Two years ago they had employed a young girl of
fifteen as a maid. She was a very pretty young girl and a very willing worker.
It had been one evening during the Easter holidays that Veronica had gone to the
barn. Riding tackle and hay were kept there as well as the straw bails. It had
been twilight as she had entered the barn to fetch hay. She had heard scuffling
and low moans coming from the straw bails. The main light switches were at the
back of the barn door and as she switched them on she heard gasps from behind
the straw bails. Veronica, frightened had run into the house to fetch Diane and
her mother. They ran back to barn together to find the young maid and an even
younger boy from the village, pulling on their clothes. Diane’s mother had been
furious: pulling the girl to her feet she sent her off into the house. She took
hold of the young boy, who could have barely been fifteen and pushed him over
the straw bail. ‘this will teach you’, ‘fetch me a riding crop: Veronica had
hurried to the tackle shelves and produced a long slim crop. The boy had not
struggled but had lain quietly where he was being held. She hauled the boy up
again ignoring his pleas. ‘Get his trousers down will you Diane.’ Diane’s mother
held the youth firmly as Diane undid the boy’s belt and unbuttoned his trousers.
She slid them down to his ankles and looked up to her mother. Diane’s mother
knew what was in the girl’s mind by her questioning look. ‘and his pants too.’
she had said as she held the boy firmly. Diane did her mothers bidding and
pulled the boys underpants down below his knees. His penis, she noticed was
small and shrivelled lying in front of his testicles. Diane’s mother turned the
boy over and asked the girls to hold him down. Diane without knowing why, had
reached underneath his hips. Grasping his penis and both testicles in her hand.
Diane had looked up at her mother, who had smiled at her and nodded her head.
Lady Rawlings had brought the crop down smartly across the boy’s bottom, causing
him to yell. He tried to wriggle up but Diane kept a firm hold on his genitals.
The pain in his testicles had made the boy keep still. Diane remembered the
pleasure it gave her to have the boy wriggling helplessly while he was being
beaten. She also knew for the first time that she liked the thought of having
command over a boy.