The Governess- 22

“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.