The Governess- 12

Richard was laid in bed. He had not seen the girls since they had eaten dinner.
It had been nine thirty by the time Richard had got to his room. He had been
given no instructions as to what he should do, so he had put on the new pyjamas
he had found on the bed and after brushing his teeth had climbed in between the
sheets.

Shafts of sunlight filtered through the serrated edges of the palm tree leaves
which covered the conservatory roof. It was another hot day and the skylights of
the large glass building had been opened allowing the lazy hum of summer sounds
to enter the glassed area. A gentle whisp of cooler air could occasionally be
felt through the large opened glass doors which lead to the garden lawns. The
design of the conservatory followed the lines of the old Crystal Palace. It had
been added to the original building some years after and had been used
extensively by the family ever since. The smooth marble floor was laid out in a
mosaic pattern. At the sides were beds of palms, grasses and exotic plants. Lady
Rawlings sat at an ornate desk which had been placed at one end of the building.
In front of her were several cane chairs and table with a glass top. Wine
glasses and a filigree silver serving tray containing thermos jugs stood
together with cups and saucers and several different bottles of wine. Beyond the
table and chairs were two massage tables, their shiny leather surfaces standing
three feet high from the floor. Behind these Veronica and Diane were busy
arranging bottles and jugs on a small chromium trolley. They were both dressed
in tennis whites, their short pleated skirts revealing small white panties as
they bent over the top of the trolley.
It was the day that Richard was to begin his therapy. The medical centre
had arranged for the doctor and her staff to visit Lady Rawlings that afternoon.
She had spoken several times with the doctor on the telephone and had been left
with the impression that they both understood each other well. The doctor had
also arranged for someone to come and prepare Richard for his therapy but had
given no hint as to what form this might take.
Lady Rawlings looked up from the papers she was reading and saw her
maid Wendy approach. Behind Wendy was a young girl dressed in a white tunic. Her
dark hair was pinned behind her head, and on top she wore a neat cap with the
word “Freda’s” written across the front.
“This girl had been sent by the Medical centre to em.. see Richard,
Madam.” Wendy was not quite sure how to announce the reason for the young girl’s
visit.
“My name is Jill, Madam. I have been sent to prepare someone called
Richard chambers.” She transferred the bag she was carrying, to the floor and
took a piece of paper from her pocket. “It says here he is to be shaved before
he has some therapy on his bottom Madam.”
Lady Rawlings, was rather startled at the forthright way the girl announced her
task. Instead of answering straight away she turned to her maid. “You may go
back to what you were doing.” The maid gave a little bend from the knee and left
the girl standing in front of her mistress.
Lady Rawlings looked at the girl, hiding the amusement she felt at the
matter of fact way the girl had announced her self. “I see …. and how is he
to be shaved, totally or just the area around his bottom?”.
“Just the area around his bottom I think madam, we usually tidy them up a
bit if they are very hairy, but Doctor said this was a young boy.” The girl
turned her head as Diane approached, her eyes taking in the girl’s svelte figure
and the beautifully tailored tennis outfit.
Diane smiled as she spoke, her well modulated voice instantly capturing
the girl’s attention. “You work at Freda’s in town don’t you? I didn’t know they
went in for pubic hair dressing.” She laughed, her beautiful face mesmerising
the young hairdresser.
“We have a contract with the medical centre we do all the work there.”
She spoke seriously to Diane.
“Would you have time to do another little job while you are here.” Diane
had an idea forming in her mind as she remained smiling at the girl. “It is
going to be a couple of hours before the People from the medical centre get
here, so there is plenty of time to do Richard, and I would rather like you to
shave one of my maids. Is that possible?.
“Yes, certainly if she wants it doing.” The young girl replied.
“My maids do exactly as I say, she might be a little embarrassed, but I
can assure you she wont make a fuss, not unless she wants a smack bottom.” For
the first time the young girl showed some expression on her face. “Do you smack
their bottoms if they don’t do what they are told?” Her expression showed an
interest in the subject.
“Of course, neither my mother or myself allow our staff to be
disobedient, and the girl in question is in no position to argue, so will you do
it.” Diane had observed the girl while she was talking to her, and thought she
detected a quickening of interest when she had mentioned smacking her young
maid’s bottom.
“Yes, of course, when would you like me to do it, now?”
Diane smiled at her. “You sit down and have a cup of coffee, or a glass
of wine if you prefer, I will go and fetch her. Her name is Wendy by the way.
“Thankyou, where shall I put my things?”. The girl looked around as
Veronica joined them.
“You can put them over here on this trolley, I have arranged the other
bottles and things that the Medical Centre sent over this morning.” Veronica
picked the girls bag up from the floor as she spoke and walked with her toward
the trolley.
“Are you going to join in my little bit of fun?” Diane asked her mother
quietly. Lady Rawlings smiled at her pretty daughter. “No, but I will attend
when the doctor gets here. Make sure I have a word with her in my study before
she comes through here will you.”
“OK mother, I’ll go and fetch Wendy, will you see to a drink for the
girl.” Diane walked through the magnificent open walk-way which lead into the
main part of the house and up the main staircase towards the bedrooms. Wendy and
Annette were ironing clothes in the airing room on the first floor. “You can
leave the ironing for now both of you.” Wendy and Annette looked up as Diane
spoke to them. “I want you both downstairs, in the conservatory.”
“Yes Miss, at once.” Wendy replied. Diane walked with them as they left
the room. “You remember what I have told you about disobedience, don’t you
Wendy.” Wendy looked up at her mistress as they walked down the corridor side by
side. “Oh yes Miss, I wouldn’t disobey you again.”
That’s very good Wendy because I am going to have something done to you
which you may not agree with. But I promise you, one complaint and I’ll bend you
over and give you six of the very best. Do you understand me?” Wendy looked at
her young Mistress, her face wore a worried expression. “Will it hurt, I mean
what you are going to have done to me?.” Diane smiled at her, of course not, I
would not hurt you, unless it was to punish you.” Diane looked at Wendy. There
was definitely a look of love and supplication on the young maid’s face.