The Governess- 3

Richard awoke and looked up at the sky, his skin warm from the sun. The girls
had left him lying quietly to recompose himself, the blonde girl ordering him to
stay where he was and to rest. Richard had been near to fainting as Diane had
cleverly prolonged his climax.
He had slept for over two hours, his body exhausted from a surfeit of pain and
pleasure coupled with the lack of sleep he had suffered during the night. He
could not hear the girls and wondered whether they had left him to go home. He
felt the blanket still underneath him and looked around to see one of the
hampers was still by his side, but the Range Rover had gone. He turned his head
toward the picnic table to see the maid watching him intently. On the table was
a Thermos and four plastic cups. Richard raised himself on one elbow and
suddenly realised he was naked. He quickly covered his groin with his hand. The
maid stood and gazed down on him, her almond eye’s, examining every detail of
his body. ‘Mistress Diane said that I should give you some coffee when you
wake.’ She said sweetly. Richard looked down at himself to make sure his hand
was covering his genitals. ‘I’ll get dressed.’ he said as he got to his feet
awkwardly, keeping his hand over his groin.
‘Mistress Diane said you are not allowed to dress,’ the girl said timidly
looking down. ‘..and..and.. you are not to cover yourself.. with your hand. ‘The
maid’s voice trailed off into a whisper as she hung her head.
Richard could not believe his ears. So it wasn’t over. His insides churned as he
remembered the position he was in, he blushed, his face turning red in an
instance. He didn’t think he could bear more humiliation.
‘But..but..’ Richard stuttered. The girl turned away from Richard swinging her
legs over the bench to face the table. Her slim thighs exposed for a second as
she pulled her skirt to her knees. She opened the Thermos and poured two cups of
coffee. ‘Do you take sugar.’ She asked Richard who was still standing covering
himself. The maid had not looked round at him as she spoke.
‘..er, yes please Miss..er two spoons.’ Richard replied.
‘You can sit down.’ Wendy spoke softly, then remembering his bottom. ‘There is
a blanket on the bench at that side she pointed to the bench at the other side
of the table.
‘Thank you Miss.’ Richard replied his hands still placed over his penis. The
maid looked up as walked round the long oak table. ‘Richard.’ Wendy spoke with
warning in her voice. Richard stood still.
‘Mistress said it would be three strokes if I had to ask you to do anything
twice.’
Richard stood at the end of the table as the girl looked up at him. She looked
embarrassed.
Richard blushing looked down at his hands, slowly uncovering himself.
‘I’m sorry Miss.’ Richard hung his head. His penis moved slightly as his arms
fell to his sides
Wendy looked at the boy and felt sorry for him but she dare not disobey her
Mistress.
‘You can sit down.’ She said simply.
The maid watched as the naked boy walked around the table. The livid red
stripes on his bottom standing out from the pale skin. She noticed him wince as
he sat down delicately.
They drank coffee as Richard asked about the girls. Who they were and what
they did. The girl told him as best she could details about the family and all
the land they owned. She seemed uneasy as if she had something on her mind,
something she had not told him.
They sat for ten minutes before the girl looked up to Richard, and blushed
prettily as she spoke.
‘Mistress Diane has told me to put some more……’,
The girl hesitated. ‘… lotion on your bottom..and..and to make
your…your..,’ She blushed bright red, ‘…..to make your..penis hard. ‘She
blurted. Her eyes looked down at her dainty fingers as she twisted them together
nervously. Richard stared with amazement. He blushed bright red, gasping in
shock at the words. His head felt dizzy.
‘I..have..to do it.’ The girl said as she looked at Richard.
The boy hung his head but said nothing.
They both sat in silence for a few minutes. The maid began to look nervous and
blushed.
‘They will be back soon’ The girl broke the silence.
‘I think it will be best if I do it now.’
‘Wh..what shall I do Miss.’ Richard stammered.
‘Just bend over the end of the table, while I bring the stuff.’
The maid got up from the table and stepped over to the picnic hamper. She
looked through it until she found the bottle that her Mistress had instructed
her to use.
She turned to find the boy already bending over the end of the oak table. His
young body looking lithe and graceful as he bent forward, his arms stretched out
in front of him. Wendy stood behind him and admired his body.
His legs were pressed together and his buttocks were clenched. Wendy opened the
bottle and placed the top on the table. She carefully poured some of the liquid
into the palm of her right hand. She placed the bottle beside the top and gently
placed her hand on the small of his back.
‘I have to do this Richard, they will cane you if I don’t.’ she said softly.
‘Please do as I ask you, or it will be worse for both of us.’
Richard raised his head, which rested on his arms.
‘I’ll do as you say Miss, I promise.’
‘Open your legs please, I have to do it exactly as she told me.’
Richard opened his legs a few inches still keeping his buttocks clenched.
‘You will have to open them further please hurry they will be back soon.’ Wendy
said anxiously.
Richard opened his legs until they were about two feet apart, but the girl was
not satisfied.
‘No all the way, like you were before’ she said more firmly.
Richard opened his legs as far as he could. The thought of his recent punishment
flooding through his mind as she reminded him.
Wendy gently put her cupped palm over his bottom, the liquid running down his
buttocks. She quickly followed the liquid with her hand rubbing it gently over
his pale firm bottom.
‘It..stings ..a bit Miss’ Richard gasped as he felt the liquid setting fire to
the weal’s across his flesh.
‘Relax your bottom, I can’t get inside.’ Wendy said nervously as her hand rubbed
softly over him.
Richard unclenched his buttocks allowing the maid access to the cleft between
his cheeks. She stroked gently over the mounds of his bottom, her fingers making
their way between the crevice, the tips gently probing at the very centre,
making Richard squirm.
Wendy felt less nervous as she realised how pliable the boy was. She slowly let
her hand slip lower between the buttock cheeks, her right hand sliding from his
back down between the cleft. With her left hand she slid her fingers boldly
between his legs and cupped his testicles.
‘OOooh,ooh. Richard gasped as the girl held him between her delicate fingers.
Deliberately she stoked over the boy’s scrotum and slipped her well lubricated
fingers tenderly around his penis, pulling it back so she could see it as she
stooped lower. She pushed the foreskin up the shaft and then pulled back down,
squeezing as she drew her fingers down in a milking motion. She felt the penis
begin to stiffen as she skilfully slid the foreskin down over the head and then
up again, stretching the soft skin tight… as Diane had instructed.
‘Ooooh..Miss’. Richard moaned softly, as the girl gently played with his penis,
her small hands moving with delicacy and precision.
‘I’m sorry Richard but I have to do this.’ She said, as she squeezed and pulled
once more.
Richard’s body began to quiver under the effect of the girls fingers.
Gently she let go of him and placed her arms round his shoulders pulling him
up. Richard stood up straight at the girls prompting.
She turned him, directing him round the table to the bench, her hands sliding
to his waist as she pushed him forward.
‘Just stand there and open your legs wide.’ Wendy said as stood him in front of
the bench, facing the table. She stepped around the boy and sat on the bench in
front of him, sliding her knees in between his thighs. She looked up at him and
blushed as she saw the anguish in his face.
‘I’m sorry but I have to.’ She reached forward and took hold of his penis and
pulled him closer to her. With her other hand she gently stroked the inside of
his thigh upward from the knee until she reached the juncture of his thighs. She
cupped the soft scrotum in her hand, and squeezed the testes gently. Her young
fingers deftly pushed the foreskin back and forth, the young maid imitating the
expert ministrations her Mistress had demonstrated. Richard’s body began to
tremble as she slid her delicate fingers up and down his shaft in a continuous
rhythm.
‘Plee..ease Miss’ Richard moaned as Wendy increased the tempo of her fingers
upon his organ.
‘I feel funny..Miss…oohh..ooohh Miss.’ Wendy quickened the pace of her fingers
as the boy’s thighs trembled and shuddered in front of her. Suddenly he seemed
to go week at the knees. ‘Plee..eease Misss..sss, I..th..ink.I’mm.. ‘ Richard
stammered as a wave of sexual sensation pervaded his whole body. So intense that
his whole body jolted like a young colt. Wendy deliberately increased the pace
of her hand. She pulled the foreskin right down to the bottom of the shaft
before bringing it up over the glans. With her other hand she quickly felt
between the boy’s buttocks, locating the anus with her index finger. ‘I’m sorry
Richard, but I have to put my finger into your bottom, I’ll try not to hurt
you.’ Wendy said breathlessly as she felt for the centre of the sphincter.
‘Please Miss, I feel.. oh.. Miss’ Richard pleaded.