The Governess- 22

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.