The Governess-1

‘What time will you be here?’ she asked:
‘Ten o’clock Miss.’ Richard replied: She turned her horse and stroked it’s neck
as she commanded it to ‘walk on’. Veronica gave Richard a wry smile. ‘I bet you
think it was bad luck meeting us today.’ She turned her horse and cantered off
after Diane.

Diane and Veronica were sat comfortably in large easy chairs in the drawing
room. Diane’s mother sat opposite the girls. Diane and Veronica had been friends
since they both met on the first day of term. They had been seven years old.
Their new boarding school had seemed gaunt and austere with it’s stone walls and
buildings. They had comforted each other then. Often sticking up for one and
other during adversity. They were in their final year now. Since their first
meeting they had spent every holiday together. Refusing to go abroad without the
other going too. They had spent the last few holidays at the Manor house with
Diane’s mother. Diane’s father had died just over five years ago. The girls had
decided that Diane’s mother should see as much as she could of her daughter
during the holidays. ‘So that’s the whole story’. Diane said as she shifted her
beautiful body to a more comfortable position. It was not hard to see where
Diane’s good looks came from. Her mother was strikingly beautiful her hair was
pinned up at the nape of her neck. Her breasts pressed against the silk of her
blouse above a slim waist. Her legs were long and slender, tanned from tennis
and walking. ‘You think the boy will turn up do you two?’ Diane’s mother
addressed both girls.
‘Yes we do’, said Veronica, ‘I’m sure we put the fear of god into him and I
think the thought of the orphanage finding out will be too much for him.
‘Diane’s mother had not been shocked at what the girls had told her. They had
recounted every detail, even the size of the boy’s penis. She had laughed when
they had told her of the effect they had had on the boy. ‘I think it must have
been the first time he had been touched intimately’. she had said to the girls.
‘I know a little about the orphanage, from my duties as a magistrate. The boys
sleep in one dormitory. I imagine there is little chance for sexual encounters
with the girls or masturbation.’ Diane’s mother turned to take a sip from the
glass she held and thought for a moment.