The Governess- 16

Shafts of sunlight filtered through the panes of the high window. The mullions
casting shadows across the carpet. Lady Rawlings leaned back on her chair and
looked across her desk at the young woman. Surely this could not be the grand
daughter of Harriet Marwood. Or even the daughter of Henrietta who had
safeguarded her mother’s reputation, even enhancing it over the years. The young
woman could be no more than nineteen years old. Her face was surely the face of
an angel. Her sweet voice was soft with a delicate precise timbre. Jane Marwood
was indeed beautiful. Her delicate features smiling beneath jet black hair. Her
slim shoulders were set straight as she sat primly in her chair. Although her
body was slender, her breasts were full and firm, stretching the smooth cotton
of her shirt tightly. She wore a short skirt which finished half way to her
pretty knees. Her legs were long and slim. Lady Rawlings remembered how
gracefully the girl had moved when she had first walked in. “I am sure we will
get along well together Lady Rawlings.” Jane was saying. I have only had one
other charge before and that was for a period of six months. The rest of my
experience has of course been at my mothers school. She did explain to you I
think that at the moment it was not possible to take Richard. She does not
object in principle of course, I mean about Richard being the only boy. But as
yet we, or rather she does not have the appropriate facilities. Lady Rawlings
was listening to the girl but her mind was elsewhere. She had severe misgivings
that Jane would make a suitable School Mistress or Governess for the boy. What
Lady Rawlings had in mind was a strict disciplinarian. Someone who would
completely understand the nuances and subtleties of the kind of psychological
moulding she had in mind for her young charge. Jane had already sensed that her
Ladyship was not paying full attention to her. She was aware of the visual
impression she made. She had prepared herself for the eventuality of being
taken only at face value. Now it seemed was the time to reveal her determination
and dominance. “Lady Rawlings would you stand up please” Jane’s voice quickly
bought her ladyship out of the reverie with her own thoughts. “I won’t tolerate
young girls that don’t pay attention in class.” Jane’s voice was still sweet and
gentle and yet there was a subtle determination to her tone, almost
imperceptible but Lady Rawlings was quite sure of what she heard. Lady Rawlings
stood up, almost instinctively. She could not help the look of surprise on her
face as she first began to realise the role play the young girl had instigated
with one simple command. “What is your first name, quickly girl answer me,” Lady
Rawlings smiled but answered in a slightly timid tone. “Victoria Miss, but most
people know me as Vicki.” Jane nodded, watching her Ladyship as her face put on
a serious expression. “Well Vicki, I am afraid I shall have to punish you. You
have been a very naughty girl and I will not tolerate naughty girls. This is for
your own good and I want you to take it without fuss. Come here and stand in
front of me.” Lady Rawlings obeyed, standing to attention in front of the slim
young girl seated in front of her. She wondered how far Jane was prepared to
take the charade. Jane remained seated and reached up underneath the cotton
tunic that her ladyship was wearing.