The Governess- 6

‘Open up a bit for me.’ She said to him as she pulled his thighs apart. She
smiled at him as she turned to the trolley and took up the scissors.
‘I am just going to trim you a little, nothing to worry about.’. She looked at
the boy’s pubic hair, she noticed that the hair had not grown down in between
his thighs or much above his penis. This was not to be missed, she thought as
she touched the penis with her fingertips, watching it move with the sensation
of her cool fingers. Gently she curled her fingers around his penis and pulled
upwards, stretching it out from his groin. Out of the corner of her eye she saw
the boy turn his head away in embarrassment, his bottom lip trembling. Carefully
and gently she snipped the ends of the pubic hair from around the base of the
penis. Feeling the organ throb beneath her fingers as she stretched the skin,
she squeezed harder, pulling the skin tight as she exposed the glans.
Richard gasped as he felt her fingers squeezing his penis, her hand gripping his
penis firmly, he felt his penis throb and yet could not control it as it
responded to her expert manipulation.
‘Don’t be shy,’ she said, ‘There’s not much to trim.’ She pulled the penis
harder feeling the tip with her thumb. The boy’s hips squirmed involuntarily as
her nails scratched gently over the opening of the penis. Bending lower over the
boy, she placed the scissors on the table between his legs and slid her
fingertips gently under his testicles, slowly curling them around his scrotum
until she held his testes in the centre of her palm. She lifted them up, looking
underneath.
‘There is a little hair here that could do with tidying.’ The girl said as she
pushed down with her hand, her fingers squeezed his penis deftly pulling the
foreskin over the glans. She felt the organ become stiffer, the blood engorging
the shaft as her soft fingers gently squeezed his testicles.
“Better hurry” She thought as she pulled the foreskin up and down over the
glans. Ignoring the boy’s gasps, her fingers moved faster over his penis. The
once soft flesh now hard and erect. Richard was trembling all over, his head
moved from side to side as her fingers pulled the foreskin up and over the glans
of his penis, her other hand fondling and squeezing his testicles. Just a little
more, she thought, I wouldn’t want sister walking in right now. She pulled the
foreskin down once more, this time tightening the grip of her fingers around the
shaft as she stretched the skin down to the base of the his young penis. She
kept the skin tightly stretched as she squeezed his testes firmly with her other
hand, making him gasp with a mixture of fear and pleasure. Suddenly she felt the
flesh throb with greater intensity. Quickly she released the pressure on his
testicles and loosened her grip around the pulsing flesh of his penis.
‘Sit up Richard.’ She spoke gently as she released her grip on his penis and
gently let go of his testicles. Richard heard her voice faintly as if it were an
echo. His ears were ringing with the rush of blood to his head. He managed to
push himself up to a sitting position, the girl helping him with her arm around
his shoulders.
‘Turn over on to your knees, there is only a little bit to trim.’ Her face
pressed close to him as she whispered. Richard turned over away from the girl
and got to his hands and knees, the dressing gown falling around him.
‘Shuffle your knees open a bit, that’s it.’ The girl lifted the dressing gown
up, baring his bottom. She paused for a moment examining him before she pushed
the gown further up over his back until it hung across his shoulders. She let
her hands slide back down over his buttocks, feeling the muscles tense as her
finger tips slipped between the crease.
‘You have to open your legs wide for this.’ She pushed his thighs apart until
his knees were near the edge of the table. Richard was blushing vividly, his
body trembled as she stroked her hand between his legs, smoothing over the
inside of his thigh before curling her fingertips around his erect penis.
‘This wont take a minute, so you wont be too uncomfortable,’ She pulled the
penis downward and curled her fingers tighter around the shaft. Quickly she
manipulated the foreskin backward and forward until the boy began to groan.
‘Pleease…Miss..’ Richard’s breath gasping as he pleaded. ‘I f.feel..funny..’
The girl smoothed her other hand gently over his buttocks as she spoke to him.
‘All right Richard, don’t worry I wont make you come, just relax a bit now while
I finish you off.’ She reluctantly took her hands off the boy’s penis and turned
toward the trolley. She soaped a small shaving brush and turned back toward him.
Bending over the table she smoothed her hand over the boy’s raised buttocks and
slipped her fingers down into the cleft of his bottom. Her fingertips teased the
tiny hairs behind his testicles. She pushed the brush up behind her hand,
soaping the skin behind the scrotum. She took a small razor and pushing his
testicles forward, shaved a small patch of skin between his bottom and
testicles. “There that didn’t take long.’ She took a cloth, immersing it in a
jug of warm water, she wiped off the excess soap from around the boy’s genitals.
Richard groaned inwardly as he felt her fingers close around his penis once
more. At the same time she began to apply a cooling lotion to the skin between
his legs. Her fingers smoothing the lotion over his testicles and between the
cleft of his buttocks.
‘You can sit up now Richard.’ She said letting go of him. Richard tried to hide
his erection as he turned over and sat up. His face was bright red and his
lips were trembling.
‘Sit and face me a minute” She said. Richard turned awkwardly and sat facing
her his legs hanging over the side of the table. He tried to close the flaps of
his dressing gown but she took hold of his hands and placed them on the table at
each side of his hips.
‘Don’t be shy, I think you are a lovely boy.’ She looked into his eyes as her
face moved close to his. The boy was blushing furiously, his lips trembled as if
about to cry. Her hips pressed against his knees and he felt her fingers stroke
upward to the top of his thighs.
‘Mary hasn’t finished shaving the girl yet, so you just sit and relax.’ Her hand
curled around his penis as she spoke.
‘You certainly are big for your age.’ She said as she stroked her fingers down
the shaft of his penis, her other hand pushing between his thighs and cupping
his scrotum.
‘There just look at you.’ Richard could not help looking down as she manipulated
his erect penis, her fingers cool and soft. He jumped as he heard the curtain
being quickly pulled aside and saw the older woman approach. The girl turned her
head toward her companion.
‘Have you ever seen anything so beautiful.’ she said as she moved her body
aside. She kept a firm hold of his penis, displaying his erect organ to the
woman.
‘Don’t you think it’s wonderful?’
The woman smiled as she saw the blushing boy squirm with embarrassment. ‘He is
rather special isn’t he, but I think you had better let him get himself in order
before he goes through to the doctor.’
Richard was horrified, as the girl exhibited him, like a prize animal, her hand
still clasped firmly around his penis. He did not know where to look, his whole
body trembled as she pushed the foreskin back exposing the glans fully. Tears
filled his eyes at the humiliation as he gasped for breath. Through the tears he
watched in horror as the young oriental girl walked through from behind the
curtains and stood next to the woman, both of them looked down as the girl’s
fingers slid over his erect penis.
The olive skinned girl looked over at the boy sat on the table, her face
expressionless. She watched in astonishment as the young girl steadily moved her
hand up and down the boy’s erect penis. She could see the acute look of
embarrassment on his face as he squirmed his hips to and fro. She saw his body
quiver suddenly as the girl’s fingers sought the more sensitive parts of his
penis. She studied his face, watching as the tears begin to run down his cheeks.
She saw the girl pull the foreskin back firmly as she moved her body in front of
the boy, hiding him from view.
‘There Richard, don’t be upset I’ll let you go now, it’s just that you’re such a
lovely boy.’ The young hairdresser whispered as she gently let go of his penis.
‘You just sit there a minute and relax, I’ll leave you to settle down before I
fetch the nurse.’ She gently pulled the flaps of the dressing gown around the
boys hips and over his penis. She took hold of his hands and placed them over
his lap. She turned to the older woman and moved away from the boy.
‘I’ll go and fetch the nurse to take them in to the waiting room.’ She walked
from the room as the woman lead the young girl past Richard and toward the door.
Richard sat alone, he was trembling from head to foot as the tears streamed down
his face. He dried his eyes on his sleeve several times before he managed to
stop crying. His tears were not just the result of his embarrassment, but more a
culmination of the weeks events.

It was ten minutes before the nurse walked in to the room, Richard noticed she
was the same girl that had bathed him earlier.
‘Come along Richard, it’s your turn next.’ Richard got down from the table as
the nurse called him. He was feeling much better and his penis had diminished in
size so that he was able to follow the nurse without holding it to his body. She
lead him into the corridor and through several swing doors.
‘Here we are, go through there.’ She pointed to a door on the right of the long
corridor, she pushed it open with one hand, letting the boy pass through in
front of her.
Inside the room was an office desk facing the door. On the left side of the
desk was a long leather covered seat which faced a row of chairs. A girl sat at
the desk, she would probably be about twenty years old. She was wearing a red
and white striped blouse, open at the neck. Her elegant face wore no makeup
except for a pastel shade of lipstick. She wore slender horned rimmed glasses,
which gave her a studious appearance. The Oriental girl was already seated on
one of the leather covered chairs. She did not look up as they entered, but sat
forward, looking down at her bare feet, her elbows resting on her knees.
The nurse held the boy’s shoulders and stood him in front of the desk.
‘This is Richard Chambers.’ The secretary looked up and smiled at the nurse as
she finished speaking. She glanced at Richard, her eyes looking over him from
head to toe. ‘Thank you nurse’ The girl said quietly, turning once more to
Richard. she pointed to the row of chairs where the young girl was already
seated.
‘Just take a seat over there.’ She did not smile as she watched the young boy
sit down next to the girl. As the boy sat down the secretary returned to the
papers in front of her and started to write. She looked up occasionally as the
minutes ticked by. Richard sat quietly, he could see the girl seated next to him
out of the corner of his eye, but he dare not turn his head to look at her. A
few more minutes passed before a buzzer sounded from an intercom on the
secretary’s desk. She stood up and addressed them in a clear voice. ‘Would you
both come with me please.’ She said formally. She stepped from behind the desk,
her shapely legs moving gracefully as she came to stand in front of them. Both
Richard and the girl stood up at the same time. He noticed that she even more
petite than he had first thought, her head just reaching his shoulder. The
secretary turned away and lead them through a door situated to the side of her
desk. She stood in the doorway and held the door open for them. They entered
a long room, their bare feet feeling cold against the white tiled floor. Running
down the sides of the room were long glass cases, so tall they reached to the
ceiling. These were filled with medical instruments and apparatus. In the centre
of the room were two wide examination tables, the tops covered in white cloth.
Attached to the tables were stirrups, leather slings draped between their forks.
Next to the tables was a complicated set of weighing scales, the chromium plate
shining under the strong overhead lights. The young secretary closed the door
behind them and turned toward Richard.
‘Give me your gown please.’ she looked at the boy coolly and held out her hand.
Richard blushed a bright crimson, the colour spreading over his face in an
instance. He looked at the secretary as if not believing what she had said.
‘Your dressing gown please.’ She said insistently. Richard dropped his head in
embarrassment as he slowly began to undo the cord. His ears were ringing as he
opened the gown, not daring to look into the secretary’s face. Slowly he pulled
his arms from the sleeves and held the gown in front of him, hiding his body.
She took the gown from his fingers and placed it over her arm, watching the boy
cover himself with his hands. She did not seem the least perturbed by his
embarrassment.

‘Turn and face the wall.’ She said as she reached for his shoulder with her free
hand, indicating him to turn around. Richard obeyed as her cool fingers touched
his shoulder. He stood with his face a few inches from the glass doors of the
instrument cabinets.
She observed the marks on the boy’s bottom, but did not comment.
‘Let me have your gown now.’ She addressed the young girl and held her hand out
for the garment. The young girl did not blush or look embarrassed, she undid the
cord and quickly took off the gown. The secretary took it from her and placed
both gowns on a hook behind the door.
‘I see you’re not as shy as our young friend.’ She said as she looked at the
girl standing naked in front of her. The girl stood quietly her hands at her
sides. Her slim body glowing under the strong lights. Her breasts were very
large for such a slim build. They stood out firmly above her tiny waist. Her
hips curved out above her slender thighs. Her prominent pubic mound was soft and
fleshy and had been completely shaved. The secretary could just see the crease
of her sex as she stood with her legs pressed together.
‘Come and stand over here.’ She said simply, taking the girl by the shoulder and
standing her near the scales.

There were three doors situated at the opposite end of the room. Behind the
middle door was the Doctor’s office. To the left was the Medical store and drug
lock-up. The right hand door led to the committee room.
The doctor was standing by her office desk, her body bent to the side like a
ballet dancer as she took off her coat. She looked up as the door opened.
‘They are ready for you doctor,’ Her secretary looked admiringly at the young
doctor as she spoke.
Sarah Wallis was twenty eight years old. She had been a doctor at the Medical
Centre for two years and had already been made head of the Medical Examination
Department. She had joined the Medical Board after her compulsory year of
hospital duty. Sarah was ambitious. She had learned early in her days at the
department that as long as she accommodated the committee’s requests, her
career would be guaranteed. It had been a nervous time for her in the early
weeks. She had not known the routines or how to deal with claims for industrial
injury. These claims made up over sixty percent of the work of the examination
board. Doctor Sarah Wallis had learned quickly, often using her authority to
ensure she got her own way. Her first real test of her own determination had
happened only a few months after her appointment to the board. A young man had
claimed for injury against a construction company. He had suffered groin strain
and had been sent for examination to the centre. She remembered how he had
appeared very good looking and quite self assured. She remembered him standing
in the examination room, quite at ease even though he was only wearing his
underpants. The nurse had given her his notes and she had asked him about his
injury. She had been nervous and because of this she adopted a rather abrupt and
aloof manner. As she stood talking to him she began to realise that perhaps he
was more nervous than she. She had asked him pointedly why he was claiming
compensation. He had replied that the strain had caused him to take a lighter
job and that it hurt when he made love to his wife. She had noticed his
embarrassment as he answered. ‘Well I will take a look at it, take your
underpants off and lay on the table.’ She remembered vividly his look of anguish
as she had told him to strip. He had laid before her nervously as she put her
hands on his thigh. ‘Show me where you feel the pain.’ She had asked him. He had
pointed to the inside of his thigh, high up toward his groin. It was then she
knew that she was in control. Here was a man ten years her senior acting as
nervously as a school boy. She had felt the inside of his thigh, pressing firmly
with her fingers. He had moaned a little as she located the sore tendons. She
had called the young nurse, asking her to hold his penis out of the way as she
pressed her fingers higher. He had blushed bright crimson as the nurse took hold
of him, cupping his testicles and lifting them to the side. She had taken hold
of his penis and stretched it upward. The nurse had not been the least perturbed
by her request, nor by the fact that the man’s penis had began to stiffen. Sarah
had made a mental note to keep this girl as her assistant and to try and find
another like her. She remembered pressing her fingers against his thigh to feel
for the extent of the strain and moving her hand up to the his groin gently
probing the flesh. After taking her hands away she laid the flat of her palm on
his lower stomach, just above the pubic hair. “Any pain here?” She had asked
noting his blush as she gently stroked her hand lower over his pubic hair. Her
fingertips had touched the base of his penis beneath the nurses hand. “Er.. no”
he had stammered as she pressed firmly on the base of his penis before taking
her hand away. The young nurse followed suit and let go of the man’s penis. He
had looked quite comical as his penis stood straight up above his thighs, his
face now beetroot red. ‘You don’t seem to have any sexual problems.’ She had
said as she looked down on him. ‘Do you usually get an erection during a medical
examination.’ He had no answer, just a look of pure anguish as she took hold of
his penis and drew the foreskin down. ‘Does it hurt when you ejaculate.’ She had
asked him coolly.
‘I don’t k.know.’ He stammered.
‘Well we shall have to see, just put your hands behind your head and try and
relax.’
‘What a..are you g..going to do.?’
‘Would you see to him nurse.’ She had sounded stern, ignoring his question. The
nurse had moved behind his head and had made sure his hands were secure. She had
turned to the young doctor and raised her eyebrows enquiringly.
‘Shall I stay here doctor?’ ‘Yes I think so.’ Sarah had replied as she curled
her fingers around the shaft of his penis and proceeded to draw the foreskin
slowly up and down. The young nurse laid her hands flat upon the man’s chest and
began to tease his nipples with her finger nails. It was not long before his
hips were writhing under the soft caresses of their hands.

She had thought how easy it all was as she spoke firmly to the him.
‘Lay still, or I will turn you over and do it the other way.’ She had slipped
her other hand between his legs and pushed her finger up in between his bottom
cheeks. Quickly she had located the sphincter and without warning had thrust her
index finger up into his bottom.
It took no more than five minutes, before he had started to moan and gasp for
air. She had pulled her hand from his bottom and reached for a glass test tube
from the trolley beside her, leaning forward with her arm outstretched she
handed it to the nurse. As soon as the young nurse had taken the glass Sarah
pushed her finger back in between his buttocks. Once more she located the
sphincter and pushed hard against it. Her finger slid upwards into the anal
passage. She curled the finger upward against the prostate and massaged it with
a firm motion. The man had groaned loudly thrusting his hips upward. The nurse
moved from his head and neatly placed the container over the tip of his penis
just as he ejaculated.
She remembered how humiliated he had been. How easy it all was as she squeezed
the last of his semen from him. The man had shuddered and moaned, his face
bright red with embarrassment as she chided him.
‘Well you are a big baby, I couldn’t see any strain there.’ She had pulled his
penis from side to side.
‘Still I suppose we will have to give you the benefit of the doubt.
‘Y..y.yes d.doctor.’ He had stammered as she held his penis firmly, feeling it
going softer beneath her fingers. Sarah had noticed there was a new look of
respect on the nurse’s face. Sarah had instructed the man to stay exactly where
he was while she took the nurse through into her office. She had questioned her
closely about her feelings during the man’s examination. Although she was only
nineteen, the nurse had admitted she would love to work permanently with her and
that she had enjoyed having that sort of control over a man. It was then that
Sarah knew the real thrill of domination. “I have a bright idea”. She told the
nurse. “Follow me back into the examination room.” The man was still laid on the
table, his penis now flaccid between his legs. She noticed that his head was
still resting on his hands.
‘You have had twenty minutes to relax, so I am going to ask the nurse to make
you ejaculate once more while I examine you.’
The man had turned his head toward them looking astonished as they stood on
either side of him. She ignored his protestations and his blushing face as she
leaned low over the table examining his flaccid penis.
‘Just relax now.’ She had placed her hands on the inside of his thigh, pulling
his leg toward her.
‘Would you, please nurse.’ She had nodded toward the man’s genitals and then up
to the nurse. The nurse had tried to hide her delight as she gently took hold of
his penis. Sarah had been surprised at how expertly the nurse’s fingers coaxed
the organ to erect. It took longer the second time but it was still no more than
ten minutes before Sarah was holding the test tube over the end of the man’s
penis, catching the flow of semen as he ejaculated.
He had moaned and thrashed his hips, but the young nurse had held him firmly,
squeezing his testicles hard at the moment of climax.

A year and a half had elapsed since that day. During that time the young nurse
had helped Sarah find another assistant, equally discreet. The nurse had helped
with her knowledge of the committee, telling Sarah their likes and dislikes.
A few months later, Sarah had taken on two new secretaries, both of whom, shared
her ambition and enjoyed her sexual activities with the younger patients.

The secretary watched the young doctor as she hung her coat on a hanger and
placed in on the rail. A pure silk blouse covered her slim shoulders. She wore
no bra. The shape of her nipples was clearly visible through the material. Her
breasts were small and firm. Around her slim waist she wore a wide leather belt
with a pretty buckle. Her skirt was fashionably short, showing her brown knees
and trim legs. She wore high heeled shoes of black leather.
‘Who have we got today.’ She asked her secretary as she began to unfasten the
leather belt around her waist.
‘We’ve got a girl and a boy, The boy is from the orphanage, he’s going to be
fostered and the girl is from immigration.’
‘How old are they.’
The young secretary smiled.
‘I think you will like these two. The boy is fifteen tomorrow and the girl is
sixteen.’
‘Are they nice looking.’ The doctor looked at her secretary. She stepped out of
her skirt, her pretty brown legs moving daintily as she kicked off her shoes.
Her grey blouse shone under the lights as she unbuttoned it, revealing a trim
tummy and firm breasts. She wore only a pair of brief panties, the sides ending
in a thin silk string tied in a bow.
‘Nice looking would be an under statement. The boy is most unusual, in fact I
have never seen a body or face so perfect. The girl is Vietnamese, very pretty
and trim. I think you will be delighted.’
The doctor smiled.
‘Do you think I ought to greet them like this.’ She twirled around, her slim
body moving gracefully.
‘I think you look marvellous.’ Her secretary said as she placed her hand over
the doctors firm breast, her fingers gently caressing the nipple. Her face was
blushing red, but she could not resist the impulse to touch her body. Jill had
been the last of the team to join the young doctor, she had quickly fallen under
her spell. She admired her more than any person she had ever known, and although
she did not know why she felt sure that she would do anything for her. She
looked up at the doctor as she stood holding her breast and shyly tilted her
head, kissing her on the lips.

‘My you are in a mood today, if you are a good girl I might call you in at the
appropriate moment, and if you are a bad girl I might just smack your bare
bottom. Now what do you think I should wear?’
‘Well, there is Lady Todd-Berresforsd heading the committee, Maggie Forbes and a
woman from Immigration. I haven’t met the woman from Immigration yet.’
‘OK I think I will wear a plain white blouse and navy skirt. That should look
efficient enough. Ask Jane and Francis to start while I get ready will you?’ The
doctor’s secretary took her hand away from the erect nipple and picked up her
clip board.
‘Will you remember your promise?’ she said shyly as she went through the door.

Richard stood facing the glass cabinet, he had been looking at the various
instruments without understanding any of their uses.
He heard the door open as the doctor’s secretary came back into the room.
She walked toward the girl, standing near the scales behind Richard.
The nurse’s will be through in a minute, so just be patient. She spoke to them
both as she passed them, walking through the door into her office. The girl
looked around as the secretary left the room. She had been through so many
formalities during her immigration. She had thought she would never get to
England. It had been the Church Army who eventually arranged her final visa, a
few weeks before the first troubles. Since that time she had travelled
continuously until a post as servant to an English Lady had been arranged. She
was determined that nothing should go wrong at this stage. Her name was Neijiet,
which most people had had difficulty in pronouncing. She had agreed to have it
changed to Annette, which was the nearest sound to her own name. She had been
nervous and embarrassed when the woman and taken her to be shaved, but she had
decided that what ever she was asked to do, she would obey without question. She
did not want to return to Vietnam, having no family or friends she would have
been destined for shipment to the hills, where girls laboured throughout the
day, sleeping in crude huts at night. She had heard that people grew old very
quickly there. The woman who had shaved her had said that Lady Rawlings was a
kind woman, and that she would be very happy there.