The Governess- 2

The sun was already hot he as crossed the fields toward the woods. He
trudged on steadily, becoming more nervous as his legs carried him nearer to the
estate. He was well inside the woods when he saw the faded notice that read,
Private Land, Trespassers will be prosecuted. The fence that provided the
boundary for the estate that lay ahead. Slowly he climbed over the round wooden
posts that ran between strong stakes that were firmly implanted in the ground.
Slower now, he climbed up the hill, which led to the lake. Cresting the
rise he could see the blue water sparkling through the trees. The lake looked
inviting, but thinking about the lake made his stomach churn. If it had not been
for his desire to swim there he would not have had to be here now.
Richard covered the last few yards through the trees with an impending
feeling of dread. His mind had covered every possibility including whether it
might be a game and they would let him off.
As Richard left the cover of the trees he saw a Range Rover parked by the
Picnic table, then further to the left he saw the girls. He could not see
clearly from that distance so he failed to notice that a third girl was present.
Richard felt embarrassment, what should he do. Had he to walk over to them,
or … He walked on. His head looking toward the immediate ground, he managing
somehow to put one foot in front of the other as he neared the picnic table. He
could see thick tartan blankets lying on the ground near to the table. He
stopped and looked up. ‘Well what have we here?’ Said Diane brightly as the
boy raised his head. She had monitored his progress from the wood. Perhaps
confirming her first impressions of his physique. The boy almost jumped as she
spoke. ‘At least you’re on time.’ He gazed at the girls his own face already
bright red. He noticed the third girl who had looked at him quickly and then
averted her eyes.
‘Well my boy are you ready for your punishment.’ Diane looked keenly at him, her
lips displaying even white teeth as she spoke. Richard hung his head.
The maid looked at Richard through her eyelashes. She was pleased they had
allowed her to dress before the boy’s arrival. He really was good looking, tall,
with a handsome face. ‘We have decided,’ said Diane.’ to give you six sound
strokes of the cane. It should be a lot more but we are to be lenient on this
occasion. This will be administered by myself. If you do not keep still or I am
not satisfied I will give you more. Is that understood.’
Richard looked at the girls beautiful face as she addressed him. Six
strokes, would he be able to take it like a man. The doubts rushed through
Richard’s mind. He had had no experience to compare with this.
‘ We are to proceed straight away Richard so will you kindly prepare
yourself.’ Diane continued.
Richard stood looking dumbly at the girl. Not knowing what to do or what to say.
‘We are waiting Richard my boy.’ Diane was well aware of the boy’s acute
dilemma.
‘What should I do Miss.’ asked the boy looking down at his feet.
‘Take those ugly trousers of yours off… and your clod hopping boots.’ Diane
snapped. ‘Hurry up I haven’t got time to waste with you.’ Diane and Veronica
were both well aware they had all the time they wanted.
Richard went down on one knee and started to undo the laces. His trembling
fingers hardly managing to cope with the well-worn laces. He managed to get them
off and then stood trembling before the girls. Reaching for his belt he undid it
and let it hang down from the waist loops of his baggy short trousers. He
unbuttoned his trousers and let them down over his legs. He stepped out of them
and placed them beside his boots. Once again he stood up in front of the girls
wearing his baggy underpants. His shirt lap hung down covering most of the
underpants.
‘Take your jacket off.’ Diane said firmly. ‘It is far to hot for that.’ Richard
obeyed placing the rough flannel jacket over his trousers.
‘Come on and the underpants, I’m going to cane your bare bottom. Hurry up you
are slow.’ Diane looked up at the boys face, it was flushed with discomfort.
Richard dropped his eyes from the girl’s cool gaze and pushed his underpants
down his legs, he took them over his socks and placed them on the growing pile
of clothes. His shirt lap hung down covering his thighs.
‘For God’s sake take those horrible socks off.’ said Veronica, speaking to the
boy for the first time.
Richard bent once more, taking his long grey wool socks over his feet he put
them on the pile. He stood up facing the girls once more.
‘Shall we have the shirt off,’ Diane asked Veronica innocently, ‘It’s bound to
get in the way.’ Richard blushed deeper at the thought of having to expose
himself. He had blushed every time he had thought of the events of yesterday.
‘Of course it will have to come off, it’s more like a nightgown than a shirt.
How are we going to get to his bottom with that thing in the way.’ Veronica
turned to Richard as she spoke. ‘Come on, get it off.’ A nervous shudder shook
Richard as Veronica spoke to him. Blindly the boy reached for the buttons of his
shirt fumbling as he struggled to undo them, the shirt parted as he undid the
last button exposing the front of his timid body to the girls.. Richard took the
shirt off and let it fall to the ground beside the rest of his clothes.
He clasped his hands over his genitals aware of the interested stare of his
audience.
‘Hands by your sides, head up, shoulders straight.’ snapped Diane copying the
word’s and tones of her own schoolmistress.
Richard breathed deeply, he felt faint. Slowly he took his hands away and hung
them by his sides. He held his shoulders straight.
‘That’s better, I can’t stand sloppy boys.’ remarked Diane.
Richard was aware of where the girls were looking. He fought an inner battle
with himself to keep his hands by his sides. Veronica looked at the naked boy as
he stood in front of her. His body was better than she remembered it. She
examined his penis hanging down in front of the neatly bulging scrotum. He had
obviously been circumcised the tip of the penis showing about a quarter of an
inch from his foreskin. His body was slimmer than she had first thought and his
skin had a healthy colour and an excellent texture. Richard stood still as the
girls looked at him. He could do nothing to save his embarrassment. His eyes
were filled with tears.
Diane stood up in front of the boy and took him by the shoulder as she
looked into his face. ‘Look at me Richard, I am going to punish you now. I
expect you to take your punishment like a man. Do you understand me.’ Richard
nodded making a small tear run down his cheek. Diane looked down gently into his
eyes and tenderly wiped the tear from his cheek.
‘It’s no good crying, I haven’t given you anything to cry about yet.’ She said
firmly. Standing back from the boy she motioned Veronica to join her.’ He can
kneel on the bench and lean over the table I think.’ said Diane. ‘Would you
bring that blanket please Wendy.’ The maid carried the blanket to Diane who told
her to lay it on the bench at the side of the picnic table. Wendy tried to avoid
looking at the boy’s face knowing some of what he must be feeling. At the same
time there was a certain excitement about the proceedings.
‘Come here my boy, kneel on the blanket and lean over the table.’ Richard moved
to the bench and knelt on it. He leaned over the table supporting himself with
his hands, his elbows straight.
It was as if he were in a dream his head pounded and his stomach churned inside.
Veronica put her hand gently on his back. ‘Go down on to your elbows and rest
your head on your hands, there’s a good boy.’ Her voice was gentle and soothing.
‘That’s it right down.’ She smoothed her fingers over his back as he arched his
spine and pressed his chest to the table. Veronica moved back examining his form
from the rear. His legs were close together and his smooth buttocks thrust
upwards. Veronica looked at Diane who was also admiring the beauty of the boy’s
body and winked.. She smoothed her hand across the smooth upturned buttocks.
‘Open your legs, you will be much better like that.’ Richard shifted his legs
apart a couple of inches. Veronica stooped placing her palms on the inside of
each thigh. Firmly she pressed the boy’s legs apart until they were widely
spread. The firm buttocks were now open and vulnerable. Richard gasped at the
smooth contact of her soft hands. ‘I think he had better be held.’ said Diane.
‘Wendy would you hold his arms, go around the other side of the table. ‘. The
maid obeyed, moving around the table, she pulled Richard’s hands across the edge
of the wood. She leaned forward trapping the hands between the table and her
hips, her body pressed tight against his arms. Richard could feel the softness
of her breasts against his elbows. Diane smiled happily at Veronica as they
observed the way Wendy had quickly done their bidding.
‘I think if you hold his penis and testes he won’t be able to move very far.’
Diane chose the words deliberately to embarrass the boy further. Richard could
not believe his ears. Never before had he felt so exposed and vulnerable. His
body was one complete blush. He rested his forehead on his arms to hide his
face. Veronica felt the nervous trembling under her fingers as she coolly
stroked her hands over his buttocks. Her hand sliding down between the parted
cheeks, her fingers lingered over the tightly spread sphincter before descending
between his legs. She scooped the boy’s testicles into her hand and squeezed
them gently. Slipping a soft hand underneath his hips she delicately took hold
of the flaccid penis. ‘Wendy heard the boy gasp as he lay helpless before her.
His arms twitched beneath her soft breasts. She guessed what Veronica was doing
underneath the boy. Veronica gently slipped the foreskin back over the rim of
the glans. Her delicate touch causing him to try and draw back. ‘Stay exactly
where you are.’ Veronica snapped and squeezed the balls resting in her hand.
Slowly she pulled the foreskin back her fingernails gently scratching the rim of
the young boy’s penis.