The Governess- 10
“Well Richard, how did you like your smacks?” Diane leaned across the boy’s body
so that her face was next to his. She released his penis and cupped his chin
with both hands. “Come on look at me when I’m talking to you.” Richard turned
his head and opened his eyes. His face was bright red and full of anguish.
“My you are a shy boy, I really don’t know what we are going to do with you.”
She looked him straight in the eyes. “Richard, we’re going to give you another
little present now, but I don’t want you to bury your head in the pillows on
your birthday, so keep looking at me. Do you understand.” Diane spoke gently to
him.
“All right Miss.” Richard looked into her eyes as she pressed her face closer to
his. She reached down, and grasped his penis once more. “If you two girls kneel
by the bed you will be more comfortable.” Wendy knelt down still holding the
boy’s leg. Softly she began to stroke the underside of his thigh, her hand
stroking down over on to his upturned buttocks and then back again. Diane looked
across at Annette who had copied Wendy and was stroking the boy’s leg in a
soothing fashion. Veronica had already moved between the boy’s legs and began to
gently stroke her finger up and down between his bottom cheeks. Her left hand
gently cupping his testicles. Diane looked deep into Richard’s eyes as she
slowly pulled his foreskin up over the glans of his penis and then down again.
Richard was trembling. It seemed that he was being caressed on every part of his
body. He squirmed as he felt veronica’s finger probe the sphincter of his
bottom. “Just relax, there’s a good boy.” Diane spoke soothingly to him, her
lips close to his. She watched his face grimace and guessed that her friend’s
finger had entered the boy’s bottom. “Just relax.” She increased the strength of
her strokes on his penis as she spoke. Richard was in a haze of sexual ecstasy.
Diane looked deep into his eyes, watching every facial expression. “You are
going to come very soon, aren’t you Richard?” She spoke softly her voice nearly
a whisper. “Answer me, there’s a good boy.”
