The Governess- 4

‘Well my daughter will be up to take you in five minutes, so ‘ll say Goodbye. We
shall miss you Richard.’ The matron who had been speaking stood up and shook
Richard by the hand.
They were in matron’s office where Richard had been called to attend earlier in
the week and told he was to be fostered,
‘Not just by anyone, but by Lady Rawlings herself.’ She had told him proudly.
Richard had not know what to think, he had not been unhappy at the orphanage but
was bright enough to realise that his prospects were not good. Most boys joined
the services, several had joined a year ago leaving Richard as the eldest boy.
What clouded his mind was the experience up at the lake. His body had not
recovered from the beating, or his mind from the embarrassment and humiliation.
He had been excited with sexual sensations that he had never thought possible.
His penis stirred beneath the baggy flannel trousers as he thought of the girls
and what they had done to him.
Would history repeat itself, he was sure that it would. He did not think he
could stand another caning, his bottom was still extremely sore. However he had
no choice to make, Matron had not asked him whether he would like to be
fostered, she had simply told him.
Richard awoke from his reverie to find Matron beaming down on him, her broad
features wreathed in smiles. ‘Off you go young man, your car awaits.’ She
laughed as she pushed Richard through the door.
Matron’s daughter was stood in the doorway. ‘I don’t suppose he will be taking a
suitcase” she said as she turned and set off down the corridor. Richard liked
Janet, she had been good to the boy, giving him occasional sweets and cake from
the kitchen. She had turned seventeen years of age a few months ago, and had
started to take driving lessons. She had passed her driving test last week and
had not been out of the car since. Taking Richard to the Medical Centre had been
yet another excuse to use her mother’s car.
‘Thank you for taking me Miss.’ Said Richard as they climbed into the car.
‘I’ve told you, you don’t have to call me Miss, I’m Janet and as you well know
this is another good excuse to get out in the car. Richard enjoyed hearing her
well-bred accent. It was not as well modulated as the girl’s at the lake but it
had a fruity sound as she laughed.
Richard watched her as they drove toward the town, her features were neat and
she had a very pretty mouth, especially when she smiled, showing her brilliant
white teeth.
‘I shall be sorry to see you go, but I am pleased for you, it could not have
happened to a nicer boy.’ She laughed as she said the last words, but she meant
them. Richard had always seemed to be special and looking at him now, as they
parked the car, she could see the boy’s merit.
‘I’ll come in with you, I have a letter to give to them.’ She said as they both
walked up the stone steps of the large modern building. They entered the
building and located the third floor which was sign-posted ‘Medical
Examination’.
They pushed through the swing door into an office. A young Nurse of about twenty
looked up at them as they entered. She was dressed in a stiff white tunic, which
revealed the vee of her breasts. Her shoulder tabs were decorated with blue
epaulettes imprinted with narrow gold stripes.
Janet spoke first. ‘I have brought Richard Chambers from the orphanage he has an
eleven o’clock appointment here.’
‘Ah.. yes, he is to be got ready to go before the committee at two this
afternoon… you will be Matron’s daughter.’ The nurse smiled up at Janet.
‘You have a letter for me?’
Janet handed over the letter to the nurse, who took it and slit open the
envelope with her neatly manicured fingernails.
‘I see,’ she said a couple of times while she read the letter. After a few
moments she looked up and smiled at the boy.
‘If you would come with me Richard.’ She turned to Janet. ‘I won’t keep you
more than a few moments but Matron has requested that you take his clothes back
with you.’
Richard followed the nurse through the grey carpeted office to a white door
situated in the far wall. Richard realised that he had not said goodbye Janet.
They entered a small corridor with doors situated on both sides.
‘In here’ The nurse lead him through the first door into a brightly lit room.
Richard looked around, seeing a row of shiny metal sinks, on which sat rows of
glass jars and containers. In the middle of the room there was a table covered
with padded rubber. To his left were a series of cubicles which were open-ended
the first of these contained a chair. A trolley of instruments stood in front of
the second cubicle, its chromium plated frame holding glass shelves beneath the
stainless steel top.