The Governess- 22

Once the nurse was satisfied she took a jug from the
trolley and poured water over his erect penis. “Come along step out of the bath,
I want to dry you.” John suffered further humiliation as the young nurse dried
him. Casually she moved his erect penis from one side and then to the other as
if it were nothing more than an arm or a leg. “Turn around and bend over and
touch your toes.” This instruction was followed by the warders physically
bending him over from the waist. He felt the hands of one of the warders part
his bottom cheeks while the nurse deftly slipped the towel between his legs and
dried between the cheeks of his buttocks.
“Right stand upright and let’s have a look at you. John felt his hands being
grasped behind his back as he stood up. The nurse stood back and looked at him.
John felt absolutely humiliated being made to standup, legs astride, in front of
the young nurse with his penis erect. He blushed to an even deeper red as he saw
her smile at his penis standing straight out from between his thighs.
One of the warders went over to a cupboard at the far end of the room while the
second warder held his arms behind his back.

She came back with four leather
cuffs. Each cuff had a small metal ring attached to it. Quickly she knelt down
between his legs and strapped a cuff to each ankle. She then moved behind him,
together the two warders strapped the remaining cuffs to his wrists. “Come over
here and bend over and touch your toes.” The nurse moved toward the
chromium-plated trolley that was situated near the bath. The warders took his
arms and walked him toward the nurse. John was almost in a daze as they bent him
over once more. He felt the nurses soft fingers gently rub a strong smelling
antiseptic over his buttocks. Standing upright once more John looked down at
himself to see that his penis, although still swollen was hanging down between
his legs. One of the warders took a clip from her tunic pocket and placing his
wrists together behind his back, clipped the leather cuffs together. The warders
stood on either side of him and held his arms. The led him through the doorway
and along the corridor to the doctors office. Sarah was just finished her cup of
tea when she heard the warders knock at the door. “Come in.” She shouted as she
got up from the corner of the desk where she had been sitting. She faced the
door as they entered, her eyes quickly appraising the naked boy as he stood
between the two warders. Sarah felt a stab of pity as she looked at the boy’s
blushing face and trembling body. Sarah had been aware of her own sexual
predilections for a very long time. She could not help feeling excitement at the
prospect of seeing the boy being birched; at the same time she felt compassion
for him. He was obviously not a village lout, but a very sensitive young man.
She looked at his body as one of the warders unclipped his cuffs and pushed him
forward. Raising his chin she looked into his eyes, seeing the fear and
trepidation he was experiencing. “This won’t take long and I am sure it will all
soon be over.” She said kindly as she placed the stethoscope in her ears. She
listened to his heart, which was beating wildly. She moved the stethoscope
slowly over his chest. She made him turn around by gently placing her hands on
his shoulders. She listened again moving the stethoscope over his back. “Just
bend over, there’s a good boy.” She spoke softly to him as she pressed her
fingers gently against his shoulder. John bent over and grasped his ankles. He
felt the doctor’s delicate fingers lightly brush over his buttocks. Sarah softly
placed her thumbs between the crevice of his bottom and pulled the cheeks apart.
Satisfied she told him to stand and face her once more. John obeyed, embarrassed
by the sheer beauty of the young doctor, as he stood naked before her. Sarah
gently cupped his chin and turned his face to the side. She stroked the soft
palm of her hand over his chest and stomach; moving her hand down further she
felt his penis throb as she slipped her hand between his legs and cupped his
testicles. “Cough for me will you.” She lifted his testicles gently, feeling a
thrill at her intimate contact with the boy. John coughed weakly, his cheeks on
fire with the embarrassment and humiliation he felt. “Cough again… a nice big
one this time. She lifted his testicles feeling the soft balls of flesh move
within the scrotal sac. “There nearly finished now.” Sarah took his penis
between her fingers and gently pulled the foreskin back from the glans. She
moved the turgid flesh upward to examine the opening and then gently let go. She
noticed that the flesh had began to swell as she placed her hands on the boy’s
shoulders. She could see his bottom lip tremble and his eyes near to tears as he
looked at her. Sarah could not think of anything appropriate to say, although
she was determined to show him kindness when this was all over.

The warders escorted the boy along the wide corridor. His hands had been clipped
together behind him and as he walked shakily towards the heavy blue door at the
end of the corridor he felt near to fainting. They stopped in front of the door
while one of the warders knocked. As the door swung open the warders took a firm
grip on his arms. Before he had time to protest they had quickly moved him to
the centre of the room. Two more female warders held him as they expertly
clipped the cuffs around his wrists to narrow chains hanging from the beam above
his head. Pulling the chains, the warders quickly had his arms hoisted into the
air. They clipped the chains together and fastened the ankle cuffs to rings set
in the floor. In a matter of seconds, John had found his body stretched tight.
His legs were astride and his arms pulled outwards and upwards. He could not
move.

As he looked around the room he was aware that there were several other people
stand ing to the side of the room. To his left was a steel table holding
stainless steel dishes. There was also a variety of medical instruments as well
as bottles and gauze’s. To the side of this, there was an oxygen cylinder, its
rubber hose was attached to a face mask which rested on the table. He looked at
the assembled people without recognising the governor, or the magistrate who had
sentenced him. The young blonde warder moved to the window, which was directly
in front him. He watched as she took off her tunic jacket. Her firm breasts
pushed against the white cotton of her shirt as she moved toward an oak barrel
in the corner of the room. She pulled out a long bundle of birch twigs, which
had been soaking in brine. The twigs, which were forty inches in length, had
been expertly bound at one end to make a comfortable handle. She moved directly
in front of him, holding the birch down to let the brine drip from the twigs.
John could not believe that this pretty young girl was to be the one to beat
him. The young warder looked at him before moving behind him. She stood to one
side and shook the last drops of brine from the birch. There was complete
silence in the room. Sarah, who had entered quietly as they were fastening the
young man to the beam, was also surprised to the see the young blonde warder
taking the birch from the barrel. Sarah caught the eye of Lady Rawlings and gave
her a quick smile of greeting before moving to the side of the room. They both
looked at the prison governor.

“John Gilbert, you have been found guilty of causing damage to public property
while drunk and incapable. You have been sentenced to six strokes of the birch.
Sentence will commence forthwith. Doctor Wallis is there any medical reason why
sentence should not be carried out?” The governor looked across at Sarah. “No
governor.” Sarah managed to say, hoping that she had managed to conceal the
excitement she felt. The governor moved to Sarah’s side and whispered. “Will you
take up your position.” Sarah had read the instruction leaflet, which she had
found in the medial officer’s desk draw. It stated that the prisoner must be
examined for heart rate, breathing and rupture after every stroke. Sarah stood
in front of the young man. He was trembling visibly as he looked into her eyes
with a pleading expression. Sarah kept her face impassive and slipped her
stethoscope into her ears. She stepped back as the governor nodded to the pretty
blonde warder. The young warder raised the birch, holding the handle with both
hands, she brought it down in a perfect arc hard against the middle of the boy’s
buttocks. “Argggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” John screamed in agony. Hardly
recognising his own voice as the pain seared through the very core of his body.
He had not expected the pain to be so great. The birch twigs had moved against
each other as they bit into the flesh, nipping and trapping the tender skin.
“Argggghhh..oooohhhh.” He could not help himself crying out with the pain.
Through a haze of pain he was aware of the young doctor moving the stethoscope
over his chest. Her face was almost touching his as he felt the palm of her hand
press against his stomach and slide down over his penis and between his legs.
She cupped his testicles gently. “Cough for me please.” She moved her cheek next
to his, so that he would cough over her shoulder. He was aware of her breasts
pressing against his chest as she squeezed his testicles.

John managed to cough
to her satisfaction. Sarah moved back and nodded to the governor. “Please mark
one.” One of the young warders marked a cross in one of the six boxes that were
printed on the punishment form. The governor nodded to young blonde warder
holding the birch. Sarah watched as the young girl raised the birch and then
turned her attention to the naked young man in front of her. As the birch struck
a second time across the centre of his buttocks, he threw back his head in
anguish. His body stiffened for several seconds before he was able to scream. As
he screamed Sarah stepped forward and cupped his testicles. There was plenty of
movement to check for a rupture and she did not think that she would be able to
make him cough through the pain he was feeling. She thrilled as his body
thrashed in front of her. She squeezed the testicles gently more to give comfort
to him in his anguish. Letting go she placed her stethoscope against his chest
and checked his wildly beating heart for irregularities.
When she had finished she looked across at the governor. The governor nodded her
approval at Sarahs methods and nodded to the young warder to continue. “Mark
two.” She said as the birch was raised once again. The pretty young blonde
brought the long bundle of twigs down hard. “Thwaacck” The birch twigs bit into
the young man’s flesh in exactly the same spot as the other two strokes. Sarah
moved around the prisoner and looked at the bright red wheals, which covered the
entire buttock area. She placed her stethoscope against his back as he screamed
in anguish. “Arrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..arrggggggghhhhhhhhhhh
The veins of his neck stood out above his straining sinews as he screamed and
screamed. Sarah slipped her hand between his legs and once more cupped his
testicles. She fondled the captive flesh as he tried to move his body in relief
against the pain. The governor looked enquiringly at her as she slid her hand
from between his legs. Sarah nodded. She knew that he was fit and well yet felt
that each time she nodded she felt like an emperor at a gladiatorial games,
where a thumb turned down meant death or mutilation. “Mark three” The governor
nodded to the warder who raised the birch high above her head. Sarah could see
the hardened nipples of her young breasts press against the thin cotton as she
raised the birch. Sarah was fascinated as the young girl brought the birch down
hard. She watched the twigs splay out across the cheeks of his bottom as the
birch bit home. Sarah moved around the quivering boy, his movements were erratic
as he tried to deal with the pain. His screams filled the room as she moved
toward him. His penis was thrashing from side to side as he tried to rid his
bottom of the pain. Sarah felt a thrill run through her body as she gently
squeezed his testicles. She didn’t know whether he was aware of the gentle
pressure of her fingers as he shivered and quaked. As his screams subsided she
could not help moving closer to him. Still squeezing his testicles she
whispered. “Give me a nice big cough there’s a good boy.” Sarah was aware of the
effect this would normally have on a young man of his age, but she was not
really sure if he heard her. She nodded to the governor once more. “Mark four”.
Almost immediately the birch came swishing down through the air, landing with a
loud “Thwaaakk.” against his buttocks. Sarah watched as the young man’s body
stiffened as if in a trance. He cried out his voice sounding hoarse and weaker.
“Arrrrgggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh.. ohhh ohhhh.. Please no more I
can’t stand it.” Sarah moved forward quickly and placed the stethoscope on his
chest, he was perspiring heavily. She slipped her hand between his legs,
deliberately brushing over his penis, before cupping her fingers around his
testicles. She moved her head closer and whispered in his ear. “Give me a nice
big cough, there’s a good boy, come along now.” Even through his anguish she
felt sure he was aware of the delicate fondling of his testicles. She moved back
and nodded quickly to the governor. “Mark five” Sarah watched as the young
blonde raised the birch with both hands. She caught Sarah’s eye as she held the
long birch above her head and gave her a knowing look. Sarah watched the young
girl bring the birch down hard onto the centre of the boy’s bottom. He screamed
in pure abandonment as the twigs bit and pinched every part of his buttocks.
“Arrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhh..
Arrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh.oooohhhhhhhh. Sarah moved close to the boy, as she
pressed her hand against his heaving stomach. She placed the stethoscope against
his chest and as her hand slid down over his pubic hair she felt herself
suddenly orgasm. The orgasm took her completely by surprise; she squeezed her
legs together and bit her lip as she slipped her hand between the quivering
thighs of the naked boy. She struggled to control herself as she cupped his
testicles in her hand. Outwardly her expression gave the impression of trying to
listen to the stethoscope amidst the young man’s screams. Inwardly she felt the
orgasm course through her body. She squeezed his testicles hard before letting
go and standing back.
“Mark six. Thankyou ladies.” The governor moved around to have a look at the
boy’s face, which was still contorted in agony. “Your punishment is over, you
will remain fastened for thirty minutes after that you will be checked over. If
you are pronounced fit you will be free to get dressed and leave. I hope this
has taught you a valuable lesson young man.” John could hardly believe it was
over. He had never thought, even in his wildest dreams that it would be possible
to receive so much pain. He sobbed, tears rolling down his cheeks. He felt
totally wracked with emotion. His pain was so intense, it was as if red-hot
pokers had been applied to his bottom. The governor turned to Sarah. “Thankyou
Doctor Wallis, you were most efficient and conscientious. I would like you to
check him in about ten minutes but first would you like a cup of tea.” Sarah’s
emotions were in turmoil; was it possible to behave so normally after such an
experience? She wondered.
Lady Rawlings caught Sarah’s eye as she was preparing to leave. “Can I have a
quick word.” Sarah nodded and moved closer to her. “I am afraid my arrangements
were short notice, but I hope you found the experience worthwhile.” Sarah nodded
and smiled. “I didn’t know what to expect but It was certainly a new
experience.” The rest of the staff had left the room apart from, Her Ladyship,
Sarah, and the young blonde warder who had wielded the birch so efficiently.
“Why don’t you check him over while I go and have a word with the governor.”
Lady Rawlings smiled as she moved past the doorway.

Sarah turned toward the young man who was still sobbing with anguish. She placed
her stethoscope on his chest. His heart was still far faster than normal, but he
was in good shape. She was about to leave when the young warder tapped her on
the arm. “I am going to do something now, you can stay and watch if you want.”
She dropped her gaze demurely, looking up at Sarah through lowered lashes. Sarah
was intrigued, but made no comment. “My name is Rebecca.” She said shyly as she
moved in front of the naked boy. She held the birch out in front of her and
brushed the twigs over his chest. John opened his eyes and looked at the young
girl, his eyes moved to her delicate hand holding the birch. “Did it hurt you?”
She asked innocently. The boy blushed, tears rolled down his cheeks. “It feels
like I am on fire.” He managed to whisper. “Well it’s all over with now so I am
going to put it back in the brine.” She moved to the corner of the room and
placed the birch back in the barrel. She moved back and stood in front of him
once more. She held out her hand and cupped his chin, forcing him to look into
her eyes. Sarah stepped back into the corner of the room and watched the young
warder as she stood in front of the naked boy. “Don’t you feel ashamed standing
naked in front of a girl, especially after she’s given your bottom a good
birching?” The young warder asked. She reached forward and stroked her hand
across his chest, moving her hand until the fingertips rested against a nipple.
She pinched the nipple between her finger and thumb until she felt the flesh
harden. She placed her other hand on the opposite nipple and repeated the
process.

The boy blushed an even deeper red. “And how about this.” The girl took her
hands from his chest and reached down, placing her fingers delicately around his
penis. “Fancy being so helpless that I can do what I like with you! Don’t you
feel ashamed?” John closed is eyes in acute embarrassment, as the girl pushed
the foreskin back and exposed the glans. “Open your eyes and look at me, you
wouldn’t like me to give your bottom a few sharp smacks would you?”
She started to manipulate the foreskin, pulling the skin forward and squeezing
before pushing it back until it would stretch no further. John opened his eyes,
large tears were rolling down his blushing cheeks. “That’s better… now tell me
what is the meaning of this?” She tapped his penis, which had begun to swell.
“Do you always display yourself so blatantly?” She continued moving the foreskin
up and down the shaft of his penis, her innocent expression belying her actions.
“Answer me. I can see I am going to have to smack you if you don’t answer me.”
John didn’t know what to say. “er… no miss.” She pushed the foreskin back
until it was fully stretched at the same time she scraped the nails of her other
hand across the underside of his testicles, before taking a firm hold of them.
“Now do you see how helpless you are.” She squeezed the soft flesh of the balls
carefully, so as not to cause him pain. She felt the penis begin to throb in her
hand. “Why you naughty boy just look at you.” She took her hands away and
watched his penis throb up and down. “Look at yourself you bad, bad boy.” John
closed his eyes in acute embarrassment. He felt absolutely drained. “I said look
at yourself or I will smack your bottom, so do as you are told and do it now.”
John opened his eyes, first looking at the girl and then downwards to his erect
penis. He groaned with embarrassment as he watched her slender fingers curl
around the throbbing flesh. Deftly she slid the foreskin up and down the shaft
watching his face as she increased the speed of her hand. He looked at her
through a haze of embarrassment as she aroused him. Gently, she slipped her
other hand between his legs and squeezed his testicles. She shivered when she
heard the boy gasp and moan. “Come along young man, let’s have a nice big cum.”
John could contain his emotions no longer. “Arrgggghhhhh..oohhh” He moaned as
she increased the tempo of her fingers up and down his penis. She quickly moved
her body sideways, just avoiding the first jets of semen as they spurted from
him. She squeezed his testicles hard and increased the grip on his penis as jet
after jet of semen spurted to the floor. “Come on now, there must be some more
left.” She whispered softly as she began to slow the strokes of her hand.
Argggghhhh.. arrgghh.. please… it is so sensitive…. no more pleeease.
Rebecca slowed her hand but did not stop. “You are so helpless you can’t do any
thing about it can you.” She stopped the movement with her fingers and after
squeezing his testicles hard, she let go of him. John gasped as she squeezed his
scrotum. His whole body sagged between the chains as she let go of him. The girl
walked away from him and across to Sarah. “I am going to fetch him a drink.. are
you coming?”
John felt drained, his bottom was on fire and try as he might he could not ease
the pain. If only he could rub it or put some lotion on it, he thought.
It was about ten minutes later that Rebecca entered the punishment room. She
looked at the boy as he hung, straddled between the chains. His head was resting
on his chin and his eyes were closed. She touched him lightly on the shoulder.

Jane Marwood had done as she intended. It had been exactly three weeks since she
had started to teach Richard his lessons. She had assimilated well into the
household. Her manner and style commanded respect without the need for obvious
rule. Lady Rawlings had ensured that the maids and kitchen staff were aware of
her position’ in fact the young girls now often referred to Jane if they needed
instruction about various household matters. When Diane and Veronica had left to
return to school with their friend Patricia, Richard’s routine had been firmly
established by Jane. He had been bathed both morning and night, by either
Rachael and Claire, or Wendy and Annette. Jane had deliberately kept her
relationship with the boy to that of teacher and pupil, her evenings had been
spent alone with Lady Rawlings. For the past two days she had made sure that
although he was to be bathed as normal he must not be made to ejaculate. This
was in preparation for the first part of a carefully detailed timetable that she
had agreed with Lady Rawlings. Jane’s heart fluttered as she sat at her desk.
Her silk skirt and white blouse felt cool against her naked skin. Today she wore
no bra or panties only a delicate suspender belt which held up sheer stockings
encasing her beautiful legs. She pressed her thighs together, feeling a tremor
of excitement run through her body at the prospect of the morning’s proceedings.
It was eight-thirty, still fifteen minutes before Richard was obliged to attend
his lessons. She looked over the room noting that everything was in order.
Jane sat at her desk and opened the centre draw. Her long eyelashes accenting
her beautiful profile as she looked down into the it. She moved her hand over
the rattan cane, her delicate fingers lingering over the ridges the bamboo. She
picked up several long ribbons of soft chamois from the back of the draw and
laid them alongside the cane. Closing the draw she stood walked over to the
window. The sun was already casting it’s gentle warmth through the tall Georgian
windows as she examined her appearance in the wall mirror attached to the oak
panelling of the wall opposite her. She noted with satisfaction the clear
outline of her breasts as the light from the window shone through the sheer Sea
Island cotton of her blouse.

The hands of the large clock on the wall slowly moved to indicate eleven thirty.
Jane Marwood looked across at her pupil. Richard was bent down over his books,
his face still red with embarrassment at the sharp rebuke he had just received
from his mistress. Jane had made sure that he could not keep his mind on his
work. Several times that morning she had leaned over the boy, her soft breasts
brushing against the nape of his neck as she pretended to look at his work. She
had also crossed over to the window, standing against the strong sunlight she
had made sure her body was angled perfectly for him to see the outline of her
breasts through the sheer cotton of her blouse. She had also caught Richard
looking at her several times as she sat at her desk. On the last occasion she
had sharply reminded him that he had only five minutes left to complete the test
she had set him at the start of the day.

“Right Richard, bring your book over here and let me see how well you have got
on.” Her voice sounded light and cheerful. She watched as Richard stood up
clumsily and lifted the foolscap exercise book from the desktop. His cheeks were
suffused in a deep red blush by the time he had reached her desk. Jane was well
aware of the discomfort she caused each time she looked directly into his eyes.
Jane had always been aware of her beauty and she was conscious of her every
movement. A simple parting of the lips, sometimes dropping her eyelashes and
tilting her head upwards, angling her body in a pretty pose or gently touching
someone’s hand. She had developed her physical grace to perfection. She looked
at Richard who was standing in front of her, his awkwardness in marked contrast
to her poise. “Give me your book, there’s a good boy.” Her voice was almost a
purr. She took the writing book from his trembling finger. Looking down she
could hardly be bothered to read the words he had written, her mind was already
on the course of events to follow. She flipped the page back and fourth,
checking what she already knew, that he had only managed to write one and a half
pages. Her distractions and been completely successful, keeping him from any
semblance of concentrated effort. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with
surprise. “It seems that you have wasted the whole morning Richard. I can see no
evidence of any proper effort and you have not even started question three. What
do you have to say for yourself?” Richard dropped his eyes and blushed an even
deeper red. “I… I.. d’don’t know miss. I know them I j’just couldn’t do them
in time.” Richard’s voice trailed off into silence. He bent his head and began
to shuffle his feet. Jane spoke sharply to him. “Stand straight and look at me
when I am talking to you. Do you mean to tell me that you have no excuse for
this work”.

Richard quickly raised his head, looking shocked at the sharp rebuke of his
mistress. It was the first time he had heard her use that tone of voice.
“I’ I’m sorry miss.” Richard could hardly speak. His legs were trembling as he
watched her sit back in her chair. Her eyes never left his as she deliberately
folded her hands across her lap. “Look at me and listen carefully Richard. I
have great faith in your ability to do good work. This morning you have chosen
not to and I don’t know why. You yourself have admitted that you have no excuse,
is that correct?” Richard was trembling visibly as he began to answer. “I’m
sorry miss, I promise I won’t do it again.” Jane leaned forward and looked deep
into his eyes. I am afraid Richard that your behaviour will have to be
corrected. I intend you to become a well-educated young man whether you like it
or not. I am very sorry but I am going to have to punish you.” Jane leaned back
and slowly opened the centre draw. She took out the long rattan cane and placed
it on the desktop. Inwardly she was delighted by the shocked expression, which
appeared on the boy’s face as the cane came into his view. “B..but m’mmiss.”
Richard stammered as tears began to form in his eyes. Jane quickly interrupted
him.