The Governess- 10

Richard lay awake after they had gone. His penis was still hard as he thought
about the tender kisses and the feel of their hands on his body. It was the love
and tenderness they had shown that had affected him the most. During all his
time at the orphanage he had rarely been kissed or shown any tenderness.
Although he felt terribly embarrassed about the things that had been done to
him, he also felt a sense of belonging for the first time. He slept soundly. The
softness of the bed and the luxurious feel of thick crisp sheets, so different
from the orphanage, lulled his body.

Richard awoke instantly as the curtains were drawn back. Strong shafts of
sunlight filled the room. He opened his eyes to see the young maid silhouetted
against the window. She turned to face him as she let go of the curtains.
“So you’re awake, I came in earlier but you were very soundly asleep so Madam
said I should leave you.”
She came over and sat on the edge of the bed. “You look as if you have slept
very well” She stroked her hand gently down his cheek. “I’ll just get you a cup
of tea from the tray, how much sugar do you like?” Richard struggled to regain
his senses, for a moment he had not realised where he was. He looked around the
room noting it’s splendour. He felt snug in his bed and relaxed letting his head
sink back into the soft pillows.
“Er..er two spoons Miss.” He tilted his head watching the maids pretty bottom as
she bent over the tray.
Wendy brought the cup of tea over to the boy’s bed and sat on the edge as she
handed it to him.
“Happy Birthday you are fifteen today.” She took the cup from him as he
struggled to sit up in the bed.
Richard had forgotten that today was his birthday. The Orphanage had very few
funds with which to celebrate birthdays. It had been usual for Matron to put
candles on a small cake at tea and for everyone to sing Happy Birthday.
“Here you should be able to manage it now.” She steadied the cup as she placed
it back in his hand. Richard took a few sips, it was the first time he could
remember ever having had tea in bed.
“Is that why I am being given tea in bed Miss…because it’s my birthday.”
“No silly boy, everyone has tea in bed in the morning.” Richard sat sipping his
tea as the maid looked on.