The Governess- 2

Diane and Veronica had often talked about that night in the barn and they
smiled, as each knew what the other was thinking.’
‘Shall we take Wendy with us tomorrow mother. It might remind her of what her
boy got in the barn that night’. Diane asked:
‘You can if you wish I don’t need her. Since she has been confined to the house
she has been a different girl. Its not as if she doesn’t know what you two get
up to when you are home on holiday.’ her mother replied:
‘I bet she’s not forgotten her thrashing either’. Veronica said. After the boy
had been sent home. Wendy had been summoned to the drawing room. Veronica tried
to recall it as it had happened. Diane’s mother had been sat on the centre seat
of the settee. The girl had been stood before her with her eyes full of tears.
‘You know I have to punish you don’t you girl. I should have you sent to
approved school for what you were doing. You are both under the age of consent
and what you did is a criminal offence.’ Diane’s mother had told the girl. Wendy
had begged and pleaded for leniency. ‘Take off your dress and get over my knee.’
The girl had taken off the dress. ‘And the under-slip too’. She had slowly taken
it off and stood up in just her panties. Diane and Veronica had been seated
comfortably in the easy chairs facing each side of the girl. They had enjoyed
her distress immensely.
She had a good figure for a young girl and her small breasts stood firmly above
her flat tummy. The girl awkwardly placed herself over the woman’s knee’s.
‘I think a hair brush would be appropriate, don’t you?’ She had looked at both
girls as she spoke.’ Veronica remembered, she had run to her bedroom where she
had a large wooden backed brush she had brought from school.
Placing her hand over the girl’s bottom Diane’s mother had taken the hairbrush
from Veronica and had placed it on the settee beside her. ‘I think we’ll have
those panties off you, would you help me please Veronica.’ Diane had smiled at
her mother including her best friend in the proceedings. Veronica had bent down
and hooked her finger under the waist of the girl’s panties pulling them down
gently. The girl had shivered as they slid slowly down her legs. ‘Right I think
we can proceed.’ she said. The girls watched intently as the young maid was
beaten. Her bottom glowing bright red after the first few stokes. The girl had
screamed for mercy after the first ten stokes but the beating continued until
the girls had counted forty strokes.
Wendy had been sent to bed after her beating and had remained there for the next
day in terrible discomfort.
Diane’s mother stood up and reached for a small bell push set into the oak
panelled hearth. A few moments passed before the maid entered the room. ‘We’ve
just being discussing your smack bottom,’ said Diane. ‘We would like to see if
that little bottom of yours has healed yet. Forty strokes with a hairbrush
should have left some trace.’ The girl blushed her long eyelashes closing over
blushing cheeks as she looked down in her embarrassment. ‘Will you show us
please.’ The girl blushed again, a soft rosy glow spreading upwards over her
pretty face. She turned her back towards the two girls putting her hands under
her short dress. ‘No not like that.’ said Diane firmly.
‘Take your dress off so we can all have a good look at you. ‘The maid turned
towards Diane. She looked shocked and embarrassed. Slowly she undid the buttons
of her black dress. She pulled her arms through the long sleeves and placed the
dress on the arm of the settee next to where Diane’s mother was seated.
Underneath she wore a black slip. The girl pulled the thin straps over her
shoulders and wriggled daintily as it fell to the floor. She was wearing only
pair of brief black panties. Her breasts were quite large. Her slim waist
accenting their size, they thrust outward firmly as she stooped to retrieve her
under-slip. Once again the girl turned her bottom towards Diane, pulling the
waist of her panties down at the back to reveal her well rounded buttocks. Diane
leaned forward and took hold of the girl’s hips turning her round. ‘I’ve told
you once already not like that.’ Diane brushed the maids hands away from the
panties and hooked her own fingers into the waistband, pulling the panties
gently down the girls shapely thighs to her knee’s. ‘Now take them off.’ She
told her and lets have no more nonsense. Bending with her knee’s pressed
together the young maid pushed the lacy garment over her shoes.
‘That’s right put them over there and leave your shoes with them.’ Wendy
stepped out of her high heels and walked back to Diane, covering her small patch
of dark pubic hair with her hand. Diane stood up as the girl approached. Taking
her by the shoulders she made her turn toward the fireplace. ‘Shall we have a
little more light?’ said Veronica as she turned on the light of the standard
lamp next to her chair. ‘That’s better’. said Diane. ‘She has filled out nicely,
what lovely breasts.’ She let her right hand fall from the blushing girl’s
shoulder, placing it firmly on her breast. Diane began to caress the breast,
drawing her fingernails lightly over the nipple. Round and round her fingertips
teased until the nipple stood out proudly. ‘Please Miss.’ The girl muttered her
eyes closed with shame. ‘Please don’t.’ She hunched her back, her shoulders
strained forward. ‘Stand straight and put your head up’ snapped Diane as the
girl tried to evade the teasing fingers pinching and squeezing her soft nipple.
She slapped the girl’s buttocks smartly with her left hand. With a gasp Wendy
raised her head and pushed her shoulders further back.
‘That’s better, you can always have another smack bottom you know.’ Diane said
brightly. ‘Now just do as I tell you, when I tell you, there’s a good girl.
Wendy was one blush of red, her bottom lip was trembling as Diane scolded her.
‘Now we will have a look at that bottom of yours.’ Diane quickly turned the girl
around and bent her forward. Taking hold of the maids waist, Diane leaned over
passing her arm around the girl and bringing her hand up underneath so that the
palm pressed against the maids soft tummy.
She stroked her right hand gently over the soft buttocks. ‘Look ‘ronica, there
are quite a few marks.’. Veronica leaned forward from her chair and gently
stroked the buttock cheeks presented to her. Diane moved her left hand further
down underneath the girl’s tummy. Her finger moving over the slim patch of pubic
hair. ‘Open your legs girl’. Veronica slapped hard across both cheeks of her
bottom. Wendy had began to tremble as she shuffled her feet apart. ‘Come on you
can do better than that’. Veronica said insistently as she pushed the girl’s
legs further apart. She could see the fingertips of Diane’s hand as she moved
them over the girl’s pubic mound. Diane felt the lips of her vulva begin to open
as she teased gently with her fingers. She rubbed backwards and forwards with
the length of her finger between the lips her nails teasing the clitoris into
prominence. Forward and back, forward and back her fingers moved inexorably,
stimulating the trembling female beneath her. She felt the first slight
movements of the girl’s hips as she daintily caressed her captive’s most private
part.
“Ooooh Miss, plee..ease .. Miss.” Wendy gasped as she felt a finger slip inside
her. The girl began to move her hips in response to the rhythm of Diane’s gentle
probing. Her breath came faster and her body shivered. Her mouth opened, gasping
for air as Diane moved her hand more firmly inside her. Feeling the moist lips
lubricating her finger, Diane increased her rhythm, slowly and insistently she
probed deeper and deeper into the very core of the girl. The hips that were
moving from side to side began to move backwards and forwards. Reluctantly the
girl moved her innocent young body, pushing her quivering hips forward to meet
Diane’s probing fingers. Her naive movements sending thrill after thrill through
her body. Veronica observed the reluctant motions of the girl in front of her
and moved to a kneeling position between the girl’s widely spread legs. She
reached down and stroked her gently, her fingers bestowing feathery caresses
upon the girl’s inner thighs. Wendy was in turmoil her senses reeling with the
onslaught of passion her mind assailed by a rising tide of sensuality.’
Oooh..Miss….Please…d’doont….
Miss…..Pleeease……ss’. The lower half of her body seemed as if it were on
fire, her legs trembled and quivered, her knee’s turned as if to jelly. Diane
looked down on the helpless girl, watching her tremble with rapture, her knee’s
spread wide sinking to the soft carpet below. Calmly Diane moved with her
keeping contact and increasing the pressure of her wrist upon the writhing
girl’s clitoris as she inserted another finger inside her. ‘Ooooh….Missss.
Pleeeeease….pleeease…’The girls words coming in gasps between in-drawn
breath. Diane was delighted as she felt and saw the tell- tale signs at the
impend of the girls climax. She looked over to Veronica who was caressing the
girls thighs with persistent stokes, moving her hands smoothly upward over the
back of the thighs into the deep crease of the girls bottom. Veronica took her
cue from Diane and splayed the girls buttocks widely apart, her fingers teasing
the sphincter, probing and prising an opening as the girls hips worked
themselves to and fro. She inserted the tip of her finger into the anus and at
the moment of climax impudently pushed her finger straight up into the girl’s
wriggling bottom.
‘Oooooh…Ooooh….pleeeease…’ Wendy was beside herself with sexual pleasure.
‘Oooooooooh…..Misssssssss. The girl moaned, her hips thrashing as both girls
cleverly manipulated her climax.
With tenacity they coaxed the last vestige of pleasure from their victim
watching her every movement until she collapsed prostrate on to the carpet
heaving and gasping for breath.
‘Arrrh…Oooooh.ooo..ooh………ooooh’. The girls moans subsiding as her
orgasm diminished. Even then Diane’s fingers did not lose contact with her as
she cupped the fleshy mound and squeezed gently.
Diane laid her head on the girls back. ‘There now, there now’ she murmured,
gently stoking the softness of the maids buttocks with her right hand, the other
still cupped between the thighs. Veronica stroked her quivering legs until they
lay still. ‘There that wasn’t so bad was it.’ Diane murmured as the girl drew
air in long deep breaths.