The Governess-1

Richard raised himself on to one knee, holding his hand over his penis and
testicles. Wobbling slightly on one foot he managed to stand up. ‘Well’ said
Diane, who was now enjoying herself very much. ‘You had better come over here
and we can hear your explanation’. The two girls turned and walked towards the
picnic table. Richard followed behind them – his head was spinning. Diane
reached the table first and sat on it’s strong oak top. The other girl sat down
on the bench, which was set into the grass.
Richard stood facing the girls. Both hands now covering his genitals. He
glanced back at his clothes lying a few feet away. Diane noticed the look.’ You
can have your clothes, when we have had an explanation.’ Richard’s body had
begun to warm in the sun. He shivered more with fright as Diane fixed him with
her icy stare.
‘We will start with your name and where you come from’. Said Diane firmly.
Her eyes looked down over his body. She noted his firm shoulders, narrow waist
and long well muscled legs.
Richard was now acutely aware of the girls interested gaze. He shuffled his feet
in the grass. He could not bring himself to look at Diane, who was now looking
towards the hands covering his genitals.
‘I am waiting, I will not ask again.’ Diane turned as she spoke, reaching behind
her towards the riding hat and crops laid on the table top. She turned toward
Richard once more now holding one of the crops in her hand.
Richard started to speak, hesitantly at first.
‘My name is Richard Chambers, I come from St. Matthew’s orphanage.’
Diane reached forward. She held the riding crop out in front of her and gently
pushed Richard’s chin up, so that his eyes met hers.
‘Look at me when you speak.’ she said a little more softly. ‘Stand up straight
too:’ Richard met her gaze, but found it hard to straighten without uncovering
himself. He was cupping his testicles and penis against the juncture of his
thighs. The thumbs were crossed over at the top of his pubic hair.
‘Veronica was enjoying the boys discomfort, and knew perfectly well why he could
not stand any more upright. She also knew that Diane was having the time of her
life with her cross-examination.
‘I came for a swim. It was so hot and we’re on holiday for two weeks.’ continued
Richard. ‘I didn’t mean any harm.’ Richard looked down once more. He had never
felt so ashamed, standing naked in front of the two girls.
Diane and Veronica were both aware of the boy’s discomfort, but neither had any
intention of letting him off the hook.
‘Look at me and listen Richard. You should be well aware that this is private
property. There are fences all around this estate and you must have climbed one
to be here now, isn’t that so?’
Richard raised his head, looking at the girl while she spoke. His cheeks
suffused with red and his bottom lip trembling.
‘Yes miss’. He managed to stammer.
‘Tell me, what would your punishment be, should I decide to telephone the
orphanage and complain of your trespass. Swimming naked in the lake where there
may be people passing. What do you say Richard?.’
The boy trembled even more at thought of what would happen to him back at the
orphanage.
‘I would be beaten Miss.’ Richard’s reply was barely audible. Diane looked
coolly at the trembling boy, noting the small tear running down his red cheeks.
‘Who would beat you?’ Veronica asked, speaking to him for the first time, ‘and
what would you be beaten with?’.
His breath came with difficulty, he looked near to fainting. ‘Matron beats us
with a cane.’ he replied, his voice sounding weak.
Diane again took over as question master ‘How many strokes would you expect for
something like this?’
‘I d’don’t know Miss.’
‘Well how many do you think?, you must have some idea.’
Richard was feeling very distressed. He knew for certain that the minimum he
could expect would be twelve strokes. He knew of a boy that had left the year
before. He had received eighteen strokes for a far more trivial offence.
‘I am waiting for an answer.’ Diane held the crop under his chin as she spoke
and raised the boy’s head.
‘I think perhaps twelve stokes Miss’. Richard shuddered as he spoke.’ Maybe
eighteen…’, his sentence trailed off into silence.
‘Well I think’, said Diane brightly that you would be lucky to receive less than
twenty-four. My mother is a magistrate, I think the orphanage would take a dim
view of trespass on the property of a local magistrate.
Richard looked shocked but said nothing. His cheeks were burning and his
shoulders were shaking with dread.
‘One last question, before we decide what to do with you.’ Richard looked at the
girl, they hadn’t decided yet, Maybe there’s a chance…His thoughts were
interrupted.
‘Where about on your body do you receive the cane?’.
‘Er..on the bottom Miss’.
Both girls looked down at the boy’s body as he spoke. Richard was standing
squarely in front of them so they could not see his buttocks.
‘Turn around and show me your bottom Richard.’ Diane said coolly. Richard looked
shocked but did not move.
‘I think before you start to disobey me, you had better think about who and
where you are, Richard my boy.’
Richard stood still for a second and then began to turn round slowly. He felt
totally humiliated. He pressed his hands closer over his groin as he turned and
faced the lake. As soon as the boy’s back was turned the girls gave each other a
quick smile of triumph.
Diane placed the riding crop back on to the oak table. ‘Stand still and don’t
move.’ Diane said firmly as she got off the table and stood behind Richard. She
placed her left hand on the boy’s left shoulder. Richard trembled as he felt her
cool fingers touch his skin. He said nothing as she placed her right hand on his
waist. She saw him involuntarily clasp his hands tighter over his penis and
scrotum. Her right hand slid from his waist, gently moving in over the small of
his back and down on to the hill of his buttocks. Veronica stood up from her
seat on the bench and moved to Diane’s right hand side. She wanted to see more
clearly what her friend was doing to the boy.
Richard trembled, stealing himself for what the girl might do next.
‘So this is where you receive you punishment is it Richard?’ Diane spoke softly
as she leaned her head forward to his ear. Richard felt her hand move slowly
down over his buttocks, stroking first one cheek, then the other. She took her
hand away then brought it back in a sharp slap across his right bottom cheek.
Richard gasped at the sudden shock.
‘Surely that didn’t hurt.’ said Diane brightly. ‘You can expect a lot more than
that when Matron gets hold of you.
‘Can I get dressed now?’ Richard asked suddenly, fearing there might be further
exploration of his bottom.
‘You will get dressed. When we tell you to get dressed and not before. Is that
understood?’
‘Yes Miss, I’m sorry Miss.’ Richard suddenly remembered the terrible mess he was
in. The girls might only be a year or two older, but he realised that they held
absolute power over him. One wrong word from either of them to the orphanage and
his goose was cooked.
‘What position does matron place you in when you are to be caned?’ Veronica
asked the boy as she moved round to face him. She lifted her arm and taking his
chin between her finger and thumb bringing his head round to face hers. ‘We have
to kneel on a bench and lean over the table.’ Richard muttered.
‘Does matron take those awful trousers of yours down?’
‘Yes Miss.’ Richard replied looking into Veronica’s eyes. He had never seen such
a beautiful face.
‘And how about those awful baggy underpants?, do they come off too?’
‘Yes Miss.’ replied Richard as he watched her amused expression.’
‘So you are in a very good state to have a thrashing right now.’ Diane said as
she placed her hand back on to the boy’s buttocks.
Diane stroked his buttocks once more and then took her hands off the boy and sat
down on the bench. Veronica followed and sat next to her.
‘Turn around and face us.’ said Diane. Richard turned round and faced both girls
seated before him. He still had his hands clasped over his groin. He had felt
his penis begin to stiffen slightly while the girls hands had stroked his
bottom, but he managed to contain himself beneath his hands. Diane reached
behind her and picked up her riding crop.
‘I told you to stand straight once, so do it. Shoulders back arms down straight
by your sides.’ Diane said firmly, as she turned back from the table to face
Richard. Richard blushed profusely ‘B’but I’I don’t have..’ ‘We are well aware
of the state you are in my boy,’ Diane interrupted ‘but you made the choice to
take your clothes off while on someone else’s property. So do as you are told
and do it now.’
Richard’s head felt dizzy, he dropped his head and slowly took his hands away
from his genitals. He straightened his shoulders and put his head further back,
but could not meet their gaze.