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The nurse stood beside Richard as he knelt upon the massage 
bed. She laid out various lotions and apparatus on to the 
table, which stood along side. Beside the tube of an endoscope 
she placed three small chromium inserts. These were small 
tubes measuring approximately one inch in diameter and four 
inches long, the top of tubes narrowed to a rounded point. The 
base of the inserts reduced to half an inch before widening 
into an oval flange. The nurse turned to the doctor as she 
finished her task. "I think we have everything Doctor." She 
smiled as she watched the doctor move between the boy's legs. 
"Just shuffle your knees further apart and move backwards 
until you are further up this end." The doctor spoke gently to 
Richard as she helped him move his body until his knees were 
widely spread and his feet protruded over the end of the bed. 
She moved closer to his upturned buttocks and gently ran her 
hand over the smooth skin of his bottom. "Now just go down on 
to your elbows and try and arch your back so that I can get at 
your bottom. Richard groaned as he lowered his body and rested 
his head on the firm surface of the massage table. "Turn your 
head the other way so that you are facing the nurse.. that's 
the way." The doctor completed her positioning of the boy and 
stood back. Richard's buttocks were now thrust upwards, his 
back arched in a concave and his chest pressed against the 
crisp white sheet of the bed. The doctor steeped forward 
immediately behind his buttocks, looking at the boys penis and 
testicles hanging down between his widely spread thighs. His 
penis was still swollen but was not completely erect. Quickly 
the doctor took the lubricant from the nurse and squeezed some 
on to her gloved hand. She gently applied the cool lubricant 
between the widely spread cheeks of the boy's bottom. He 
fingers smoothing and then probing insistently against the 
puckered star of the sphincter. She probed gently, the 
lubricated rubber glove sliding across the smooth skin. She 
reached for the endoscope from the nurse and applied more 
lubricant to the narrow end. "Now breath deeply... in 
out..in....out, that's it." She watched as Richard took up the 
cadence of the breathing she had indicated. Deftly she pushed 
the endoscope up into his bottom, watching the involuntary 
shudder of the boy's body as the cold steel slipped up into 
his anus. "Relax.. there's a good boy." She pushed the 
endoscope further into his bottom, watching the stretched skin 
of the sphincter slide over the holding flange. "There's a 
good boy.. that didn't hurt a bit now did it." She ignored the 
muffled reply from the boy. Taking the rubber bulb between her 
finger she began to squeeze in quick motions, carefully 
watching the sphincter stretch as the steel pincers opened up. 
"Argghh... arrgh.." Richard groaned as he felt his bottom 
being stretched. His hip jerked and trembled as the steel 
pincers stretched open the sensitive membranes of his anus. 
"There I think that will do." The doctor had deliberately 
stretched the sphincter wider than was necessary for the 
endoscopy. "If you come around her Lady Rawlings you can see 
how resilient the sphincter muscles are, I don't think you 
will have any trouble with his bottom." The doctor took the 
other end of the endoscope and turned the eyepiece which in 
turn turned on a small light situated between the open pincers 
between the boy's buttocks. She held the eyepiece to her eye 
and looked into the apparatus. She could see the narrow 
passage way of the anus quite clearly. "If you would like to 
look through here you can see that anal passageway quite 
clearly." She handed the eyepiece to Lady Rawlings. Lady 
Rawlings looked into the eyepiece, marvelling at the clear 
view she had inside the boy. "The wonders of modern science". 
She mused as she handed the instrument back. The doctor took 
the endoscope from her ladyship and slowly released the air 
valve which at once reduced the pressure from the muscles of 
the sphincter. Richard breathed deeply as he felt the relief 
of the incredible pressure stretching his bottom. "Now I am 
going to put an insert into his bottom, these are fairly small 
and he should be able to one inserted for an hour at a time. 
If he doesn't respond to this therapy we can always use a 
bigger size, but I think these will be quite sufficient." The 
doctor spoke to Lady Rawlings as she gently pulled the 
endoscope from the boy's bottom. Richard sighed with relief as 
he felt the instrument slide out of him. He watched as the 
nurse took one of the small metal tubes and squeezed lubricant 
on to it. Her delicate fingers moved up and down the shaft 
spreading the glistening gel over the entire surface. She 
handed the insert to the doctor who took the tube into her 
gloved hand and proceeded to probe the opening of the 
sphincter with the narrow end. "If you watch how I do this 
Lady Rawlings I think it should be no trouble to insert it for 
an hour each morning and possibly one hour at night." 
Richard's body shivered as he felt the cold metal being pushed 
against the opening of his bottom. His back ached as he tried 
to move his bottom to escape the pressure of the metal against 
his bottom. His hips jerked as he felt the sharp smack of Lady 
Rawlings hand across the cheeks of his bottom. "Keep quite 
still Richard." She commanded as the doctor deftly pushed the 
insert neatly up into his bottom. Richard grunted as he felt 
his bottom being stretched. "There's a good boy, nearly all in 
now." The doctor pushed the insert firmly and watched as the 
flesh closed over the narrowed part of the tube, the pressure 
of the muscles pulling the flange tight against the sphincter. 
"There you are now, I want you to lay flat on the table and 
close your legs together." Richard's body was trembling quite 
visibly as he moved his chest forward on the table. The 
pressure in his bottom was quite intense as he lay flat on the 
massage bed. "Now close your legs together as tightly as you 
can." The nurse moved around the table and took hold of the 
boys feet, pressing his legs together. Richard felt as if his 
whole bottom was being stretched. The pressure was intense, he 
could feel his penis tingle as the insert pressed against the 
prostate gland. "Now Richard up on your feet, I want you to 
walk to the end of the conservatory and back, up you get." 
Richard could hardly move as he tried to turn his body to the 
side. He felt the soft cool hands of the doctor and nurse help 
into a sitting position. He tried to ease the pressure on his 
bottom by taking the weight of his body on his hands. 
Tentatively he slid his feet to the floor, the pressure in his 
bottom increasing as he straightened his body.

He waddled rather than walked towards the ornate French 
windows at the end of the conservatory. He felt absolutely 
naked and humiliated as he turned to walk back towards the 
young women. He instinctively covered his genitals with his 
hands, clutching his penis and testicles close to his body. 
"Come along, you can walk straighter than that." The doctor 
spoke firmly. "Hands by your side stand straight up and walk 
towards me." Richard blushed at the rebuke. He let his hands 
fall to his sides and blushing profusely he walked slowly 
towards the doctor. She stood with her pretty legs astride and 
her hands on her hips watching him intently as he tried to 
walk as upright as he could back towards her. "That's better, 
now I want you to touch your toes and then stand up straight. 
You can do it until I tell you to stop. Come along now over 
you go... right down.. that's it touch your toes .. now back 
up again as straight as you can." She watched fascinated as 
the boy's lithe young body bent and straightened the blushing 
face contorted with effort as he attempted to straighten his 
body. The gasp from his lips as the pressure in his bottom 
increased from the stretching and bending. "I think that will 
do for now, back up on to the table I want to start the 
therapy on your penis." Richard coloured up once more as the 
doctor mentioned his penis. Lady Rawlings helped the doctor 
and nurse position the young boy facing upwards upon the 
massage table. The doctor moved to his side and grasped his 
penis firmly. Ignoring the look of anguish on his face, she 
quickly pulled the foreskin back and took the tip of his penis 
between the finger and thumb of her other hand. "I think you 
had better have some tissues ready." She turned to the nurse 
as she spoke. "I think if you were to come around to the other 
side you will be able to see better Lady Rawlings."  She 
motioned to the far side of the table. "Now you can do this at 
anytime, it's merely putting your fingers over the glans like 
this." Lady Rawlings watched as the doctor placed the two 
fingers and thumb of one hand over the glans of his penis and 
pulled the foreskin up over them. Richard jerked his hips 
violently as the doctor stretched the foreskin. He gasped once 
more as she pulled the flesh back down until it was stretched 
tight. "You can see he is fully erect now and of course this 
makes the therapy far more effective. Richard began to gasp 
and groan as the doctor's fingers firmly pushed the skin of 
his penis up over the glans and over her fingertips. The nurse 
moved toward the doctor's side as she heard the boy groan. His 
chest was heaving as he fought for breath and his hips moved 
from side to side as he tried to escape the sensation of her 
fingers. "I think he is going to ejaculate soon nurse would 
you hold the tissue." The matter of fact tone did nothing to 
diminish the boy's utter humiliation or the helplessness of 
being brought to an impending involuntary orgasm. "The 
foreskin certainly seems a lot easier." The doctor's fingers 
increased their tempo as she addressed Lady Rawlings. 
Richard's hips writhed uncontrollably as the nurse held a 
tissue above his penis. The doctor quickly took her fingers 
away from over the glans and firmly cupped the boy's 
testicles. She looked at his blushing face noting his open 
mouth and heaving chest. Firmly she squeezed the scrotum as 
semen erupted from the tip of his penis. The nurse neatly 
caught the first jets of semen as they spurted from the tip of 
the boy's penis. Richard was beside himself the insert in his 
bottom seemed to be increasing in pressure as his buttocks 
squeezed together tightly together in the throws of his 
orgasm. Gently, the nurse laid the tissue over the doctors 
hand watching as the last drops were coaxed from the boy's 
trembling body. The doctor squeezed his testes pushing one 
finger against the flange of the insert inside his bottom. 
"There now you just relax while nurse cleans you up." She 
spoke soothingly to the helpless boy. Lady Rawlings could not 
help leaning over Richard and gently taking his head in her 
hands. "There my young man.. you can relax now." She leaned 
her head forward and lowered her pretty lips on to his. She 
kissed him gently stroking his hair. "There there.. just you 
lay there and relax." Lady Rawlings stroked her hand down his 
chest  and on to his tummy. She looked at the doctor who was 
gently extracting the last drop of semen, her fingers pressing 
the flesh in a milking motion,  squeezing the shaft as she 
drew the last droplet to the tip. The nurse gently wiped the 
tip before the doctor gently laid the flaccid organ against 
his tummy.

They left Richard and walked toward the corridor leading to 
her Ladyships office. Richard lay looking up at the Glass roof 
of the conservatory. He shivered occasionally as the effects 
of his orgasm and the sensation of the insert in his bottom 
played upon his nerve ends. His embarrassment was without 
relief, he blushed as his thoughts passed over the day's 
events. Since being caught naked in the woods he had had 
little respite from constant humiliation and yet for the first 
time in his life he felt some security and affection. The 
orphanage, for all the goodness and charity that it offered 
had never been able to bestow love and affection on any of the 
boys and girls. Matron had always been kind although 
occasionally strict, but Richard could not think of one time 
that she or any of the staff had shown any affection. His 
thoughts returned to the present on hearing the return of Lady 
Rawlings and the doctor and nurse. He turned his head to see 
the doctor approach the bed. "There are you recovered now?" 
She did not wait for a reply but deliberately ran her cool 
fingers down over his chest and tummy and gently took hold of 
his penis. Richard blushed immediately, turning his head as 
the doctor took two hands to his penis, gently pulling the 
soft folds of his foreskin down over the glans exposing him 
fully. "Now Richard I am going to have another little look at 
your penis, so do try and relax this time there's a good boy." 
She pulled the skin of the penis firmly as the nurse stepped 
forward and gently cupped his testicles. With her other hand 
she took the boy's nipple between finger and thumb and 
squeezed. Richard blushed once more as the looked into his 
face. "Now the doctor needs to get your penis nice and stiff 
so just relax." Richard blushed once more, a deep flush 
colouring his face and neck. Lady Rawlings moved around the 
table so that she stood looking between his parted thighs. 
Instinctively she placed her hands gently on his knees, her 
touch immediately accenting the vulnerability of the naked boy 
as he laid before her. The doctor smiled at her Ladyship as 
she quickly brought Richard's penis to an erected state. His 
hips had already began to writhe in small gyrations as she 
skilfully aroused him. Richard felt absolutely helpless, every 
nerve seemed to be stretched to breaking point as they 
skilfully played with his senses. The nurse bent her head 
close to his face, her hand still holding his testicles 
firmly. "There my young man you are in a state aren't you." 
She squeezed his nipple firmly at the same time squeezing and 
releasing the pressure on his testes in a series of quick 
motions. The doctor looked at Lady Rawlings. "If you wouldn't 
mind.." She nodded at the box of tissues on the table beside 
her. "I want to  remove the insert this time." Lady Rawlings 
smiled and took several tissues from the box, she moved to the 
doctor's side and watched as she cleverly manipulated the 
flesh of his penis. She could see the organ pulsating as the 
doctor quickly pulled the foreskin down the shaft and held it 
tight. She flattened the palm of her other hand and rubbed it 
over the tip of the penis in a circular motion. The effect was 
almost electric, Richard's hips began to move violently his 
bottom almost lifting off the table as he tried to escape the 
acute sensation of the doctor's hands. The nurse saw the 
change in the boy and squeezed his testicles hard, pulling 
them up from in between his thighs. "Just a few more seconds 
there's a good boy." The nurse whispered as she increased the 
pressure on his testicles. Quickly the doctor reached beneath 
the nurse's hand holding his testicles and located the flange 
of the insert in-between the boy's writhing bottom. She pulled 
the foreskin quickly up and down the shaft causing the boy to 
gasp. "Are you ready?" She looked over at Lady Rawlings. 
"Argghh...argghh" Richard screamed as semen spurted from the 
tip of his penis. At that exact moment the doctor pulled the 
flange of the insert hard, forcing his sphinter to stretch 
wide as the tube slid from his bottom. "Argghhhh.. 
arrgggghhh.. argggggggghhhh." Richard screamed, the sensations 
seemed to much to bear. His mouth sagged open and his chest 
heaved as he fought for breath. "There, let's have all of it 
there's a good boy." The nurse bent her head close to his, her 
arm still stretched across his tummy as she squeezed his 
testicles. "Just a little longer and it will soon be over," 
The words seemed to excite the young boy even more as yet 
another jet of semen erupted from his penis. The doctor began 
to slow her hand, she pulled the tube from between his thighs 
and laid it on the bed. She held the base of the penis firmly 
and pulled upwards causing the last of the semen to appear in 
a small globule at the tip of glans. Lady Rawlings wiped her 
tissue once more over the sensitive opening watching the boy's 
knees quiver at the acute sensation.

She threw the tissue on to the table and moved to the head of 
the bed bending over the boy. "Well Richard you've been a very 
good boy and you deserve a kiss." Richard looked up as she 
lowered her beautiful face to his. He felt her soft lips close 
over his, the sensation overwhelming him as she thrust her 
tongue inside his mouth. The nurse watched suddenly squeezing 
his testicles as her ladyship kissed the boy. She held the 
pressure for a moment before releasing the scrotum and gently 
stroking her hand over his chest and tummy.



Richard watched the flock of small birds flying above the 
glass roof of the conservatory. A gentle breeze permeated the 
air through the opened French windows situated at the end of 
the glass building. The cooler air seemed to accentuate his 
nakedness as he lay quietly looking up at the ceiling. It had 
been over ten minutes since the doctor and nurse had left him. 
He could still sense the gentle touch of the nurse as she had 
stroked her hand over his chest and tummy while Her Ladyship 
had tenderly kissed him upon the lips. She had instructed him 
to lie still and rest. The low drone and hum of summer insects 
in the garden were the only sounds he could hear. Through 
emotional fatigue he began to doze, his eyes closed and his 
breathing deepened.

Richard was woken abruptly from his dozing state,  he had been 
neither awake nor asleep although a heavy torpor had seemed to 
invade his body.

"Come along then you've had enough rest." Richard opened his 
eyes to see the Nurse bending down over him. Her pretty face 
smiling as she pushed a hand beneath his head and put a glass 
of orange juice to his lips. Richard sipped the orange juice 
looking down at his naked body. The nurse took away the glass 
and gently let his head back down on to the table. "Right 
Richard do you think you can turn over for me and get ip on to 
your knees." Richard groaned inwardly, slowly turning his body 
over so that he lay on his stomach. With an effort he got to 
his hands and knees. He was not surprised as the nurse placed 
her hand on his shoulders and pressed. "Down on your elbows 
there's a good boy. Richard obeyed arching his back so that 
his chest was pressed against the table. He placed his hands 
together and laid his head upon them. "That's the way." She 
punctuated the remark by slipping a hand beneath him and 
cupping his testicles. Richard blushed furiously as she took 
hold of his penis and pulled the foreskin back. "It doesn't 
seem quite as tight Richard, I think we are making progress."

Richard felt more hands gently part his buttocks. "Right keep 
still young man, while I replace the insert." Richard had not 
heard the Doctor approach. Involuntarily he clenched his 
buttocks against the impending intrusion. "Right young man, 
we'll have none of that. Relax your bottom properly." Richard 
felt a lubricated finger gently probe the puckered star of his 
anus. "Hold still I can't get at you properly if you keep 
squirming around." A sharp slap across his bottom accompanied 
the instruction. Richard blushed once more his face bright 
crimson as the nurse watched his face intently. "Now don't be 
a naughty boy, let the doctor get at your bottom properly." 
Richard felt the finger gently probe around the opening of his 
bottom. He grimaced as he felt the acute sensation of her 
finger as she slowly pushed it up into his anus. He grunted as 
she suddenly pushed her finger up even further into the tight 
orifice. "There that's better now just relax while I insert 
the appliance." The nurse was acutely aware of the young boy's 
embarrassment as the doctor slowly withdrew her finger and 
placed the tip of the cylindrical insert up against his 
sphincter. She watched his body shudder as the cold metal was 
pushed hard against the puckered opening. "Right breathe in 
deeply, come along now in. and out. in and out.. in." Her 
sentence stopped abruptly as the insert was deftly pushed up 
into his bottom. "Arggggghhh..  mmmm.. mm. Richard groaned as 
the metal slid upwards into his bottom. "There now that went 
in nicely." The doctor looked across at the nurse who was 
gently stroking her hand over the boy's shoulders. She placed 
her hands on either buttock and spread the cheeks wide. She 
had never quite analysed her own feelings or predilections but 
this moment  seemed immensely satisfying. Perhaps it was the 
feeling of power coupled with a certain sexual domination. 
Whatever the explanation she knew exactly what she liked and 
what gave her satisfaction. She squeezed her legs together, 
her pubis pressed against the edge of the table. The thin 
material of her white coat transmitting the cold of the 
table's steel edge. She reached forward and took a firm hold 
of the boy's penis. Just you keep still now while I manipulate 
the foreskin." Richard grunted as he felt the doctor pull his 
foreskin back. He grimaced as he felt her deliberately tighten 
the skin and at the same time squeeze his testicles firmly. 
The nurse watched intently. The boy's face was coloured bright 
red as the doctor proceeded to pull the foreskin back and 
forth along the shaft of his penis. "Relax there's a good 
boy." The doctor was well aware of the feeling that must be 
running through his body as the penis became erect. She could 
see his sphincter had contracted over the metal flange of the 
insert as she expertly brought him to a full erection. The 
nurse was gently stroking his back as the doctor increased the 
pace of her fingers. Richard groaned loudly as the doctor's 
delicate fingers pulled the foreskin firmly up the shaft. His 
body began to tremble as she deftly placed her flattened palm 
over the tip of the penis and rotated it. Richard tried to 
raise his hips to escape the intense feeling but the doctor 
held him firmly. "Just you keep still if you don't want 
another smack." She increased the tempo of her fingers once 
more, gesturing to the nurse as she did so. "If you would."  
The nurse quickly picked up a tissue and held it under the boy 
just below the tip of his penis. "Arrggghhh   arggggghhh..  
mmmn..

please miss..ssss." The sensation in his body was incredible. 
Richard's hips bucked and shook as he climaxed. Semen spurted 
from the tip of his penis in an agonising jet. The nurse held 
the tissue nearer to the tip as the doctor manipulated the 
foreskin at a rapid rate. Without warning she took hold of the 
insert in his bottom and pulled hard. The boy reared up on his 
hands as the sphincter was stretched wide over the larger 
circumference of the middle of the tube. "Arrgggghhh 
..arggggghhh  Pleaeeees miss ssss." The boy's head shook from 
side to side as the doctor laid the insert on the bed beneath 
his widely stretched legs and pulled his testicles backwards 
squeezing them firmly. "Let it all come out there's a good 
boy." She gave him no respite as he ejaculated, rapidly 
pulling the foreskin up and down the shaft of his penis as she 
squeezed the testicles still harder. "Arggghhhh.. 
arggh..arggghhhhhhhhh.." Richard was beside himself as she 
squeezed the last drop of semen out of his penis.

They left the boy to recover for a few moments before Nurse 
Harvey helped him from the bed. "Right young man I am going to 
give you a nice warm bath. It's all over now so I hope you are 
going just relax, what do you say?" Richard managed to mutter 
"Y'yes miss.. Thankyou."













 Shafts of sunlight filtered through the panes of the high 
window. The mullions casting shadows across the carpet. Lady 
Rawlings leaned back on her chair and looked across her desk 
at the young woman. Surely this could not be the grand 
daughter of Harriet Marwood. Or even the daughter of Henrietta 
who had safeguarded her mother's reputation, even enhancing it 
over the years. The young woman could be no more than nineteen 
years old. Her face was surely the face of an angel. Her sweet 
voice was soft with a delicate precise timbre. Jane Marwood 
was indeed beautiful. Her delicate features smiling beneath 
jet black hair. Her slim  shoulders were set straight as she 
sat primly in her chair. Although her body was slender, her 
breasts were full and firm, stretching the smooth cotton of 
her shirt tightly. She wore a short skirt which finished half 
way to her pretty knees. Her legs were long and slim. Lady 
Rawlings remembered how gracefully the girl had moved when she 
had first walked in. "I am sure we will get along well 
together Lady Rawlings." Jane was saying. I have only had one 
other charge before and that was for a period of six months. 
The rest of my experience has of course been at my mothers 
school. She did explain to you I think that at the moment it 
was not possible to take Richard. She does not object in 
principle of course, I mean about Richard being the only boy. 
But as yet we, or rather she does not have the appropriate 
facilities. Lady Rawlings was listening to the girl but her 
mind was elsewhere. She had severe misgivings that Jane would 
make a suitable School Mistress or Governess for the boy. What 
Lady Rawlings had in mind was a strict disciplinarian. Someone 
who would completely understand the nuances and subtleties of 
the kind of psychological moulding she had in mind for her 
young charge. Jane had already sensed that her Ladyship was 
not paying full attention to her. She was aware of the visual 
impression she made. She had prepared herself for the 
eventuality of  being taken only at face value. Now it seemed 
was the time to reveal her determination and dominance.  "Lady 
Rawlings would you stand up please" Jane's voice quickly 
bought her ladyship out of the reverie with her own thoughts. 
"I won't tolerate young girls that don't pay attention in 
class." Jane's voice was still sweet and gentle and yet there 
was a subtle determination to her tone, almost imperceptible 
but Lady Rawlings was quite sure of what she heard. Lady 
Rawlings stood up, almost instinctively. She could not help 
the look of surprise on her face as she first began to realise 
the role play the young girl had instigated with one simple 
command. "What is your first name, quickly girl answer me," 
Lady Rawlings smiled but answered in a slightly timid tone. 
"Victoria Miss, but most people know me as Vicki." Jane 
nodded, watching her Ladyship as her face put on a serious 
expression. "Well Vicki, I am afraid I shall have to punish 
you. You have been a very naughty girl and I will not tolerate 
naughty girls. This is for your own good and I want you to 
take it without fuss. Come here and stand in front of me."  
Lady Rawlings obeyed, standing to attention in front of the 
slim young girl seated in front of her. She wondered how far 
Jane was prepared to take the charade. Jane remained seated 
and reached up underneath the cotton tunic that her ladyship 
was wearing. "Hands on your head, there's a good girl." Jane 
said sweetly as she gently pulled her ladyship's panties down 
over her knees to her ankles. Take your shoes off and put your 
panties over there on the chair. Her ladyship was at a loss 
for words. She had been given no time to protest. Almost in 
shock she obeyed the young girl, taking off her shoes and 
stepping out of the lace panties before laying them over the 
chair. "Stand in front of me Vicki, now hands by your sides... 
head up and look at me." Victoria Rawlings had not been spoken 
to this way since boarding school. It unnerved her in a way 
and yet she was determined that she would continue at least 
for a time. Jane stood up and held Victoria's chin with gentle 
fingers. "Look at me Vicki, I don't want to punish you, but I 
must." Her eyes had an expression of gentility and kindness as 
she spoke. She let go of her Ladyship's chin and quickly 
unbuttoned the front of her cotton tunic, before undoing the 
belt. Lady Rawlings felt the soft gentle touch of the young 
woman's fingers as she quickly went about her task. Lady 
Rawlings shivered involuntarily as Jane exposed her. Apart 
from the dress that now hung open her Ladyship was naked. Jane 
gently slipped the garment from her shoulders, exposing her 
completely. "Take your dress and put it with your panties." 
Victoria Rawlings did as she was told. Even though she 
understood the real purpose of their interplay she could not 
help a shiver passing through her body as she laid her dress 
on the chair and stood back in front of her young 
interlocutor. "Right my pretty girl, go over there and kneel 
on that chair." She pointed to the Chesterfield chair which 
was placed beneath the partly open window. Lady Rawlings 
hesitated, surely the girl would not dare beat her and of 
course she had nothing to beat her with. She walked to the 
chesterfield and knelt on the seat facing the padded backrest. 
"Come along Victoria, not like that. I want one knee on each 
arm and lay your tummy over the top of the backrest. Hurry up 
now, I don't want to have to add to your punishment." Lady 
Rawlings felt herself blush for the first time since she had 
left school. If she were to kneel on the chair as instructed, 
her legs would be spread apart to the extreme. She also 
realised that as she were to lean over her bottom would be 
thrust upward while her head and shoulders hung down over the 
other side.

Surely now was the time to call a halt to the proceedings. 
Something inside her told her no, carry on after all she was 
in control. She carefully stood on the seat before placing one 
knee on to the padded arm of the Chesterfield. Holding on to 
the backrest she was just able to stretch her legs far enough 
apart to place the other knee on the opposite arm. She 
shivered as the cold leather on the top of the chair-back 
touched her tummy. Jane watched her the lithe body of her 
ladyship as she spread her slim supple legs, her knees 
pressing into the leather of the arms. Her bottom thrust up 
into the air as she leaned over the back of the chair. Her 
buttocks were parted exposing the tiny sphincter. Her pubic 
mound looked plump and fleshy beneath the neat triangle of 
soft blonde hair. Lady Rawlings fought her desire to get up 
and call a halt instead she let her body relax, her back 
arched gracefully over the back of the chair. "Aren't you 
ashamed of yourself." Jane spoke softly and soothingly. 
"Having to be smacked like a baby at your age." Victoria felt 
cool soft fingers gently caress her naked bottom. The velvety 
touch slowly moving down over the cheeks, delicately moving 
between the cleft of her bottom. "Don't you dare move my girl 
or there will be extra smacks to follow." Lady Rawlings bit 
her lip in preparation for what she now knew must surely come. 
It was without warning. There was no lifting of the caressing 
fingers as the first smack landed on the juncture between 
thigh and bottom. Smack.. Smack... Smack.. Smack.. and on it 
went, ten hard smacks in quick succession. The hand that had 
caressed her bottom now pressed firmly on the small of her 
back, holding her securely in place. Don't move there's a good 
girl, I am afraid there is more to come. I have to punish you 
properly. I am sorry to say that you will now receive ten 
strokes of the cane. Lady Rawlings was quite beside herself as 
she heard the warning of more to come. "I think I will have to 
call a halt." She was surprised to hear her voice tremble. 
"It's all right Victoria, the strokes are not for you and not 
today, but I do want you to stay just where you are. Your poor 
bottom is quite red." Jane gently stroked over the reddened 
buttocks with gentle fingers. She slipped her dainty hand 
between the cleft of her ladyships bottom. Delicately she 
placed a second hand up between the widely spread thighs and 
cupped the fleshy plump pubis. Two slim fingers penetrated her 
in unison, one pushing up into the surprisingly moist vagina. 
The second finger pushing up into the anus, impaling the 
reddened buttocks on the end of a finger. "You naughty girl, 
you are quite wet, what on earth have you been thinking of. 
You are obviously quite incorrigible and  I am afraid you must 
be made an example of."  Lady Rawlings felt herself blush. She 
could not remember the last time she had felt quite so 
embarrassed. She could not help move her hips as Jane's finger 
gently stroked the inside of her moist vagina.



Jane quickened her fingers, rejoicing in the reluctant 
movements of the hips beneath her. "Stay still you naughty 
girl" Her lady ship felt the finger being quickly withdrawn 
from her bottom. Almost instantly she felt two sharp slaps 
upon her upturned buttocks. "Now do as you are told, you 
naughty girl". Immediately Jane pushed her forefinger up into 
the naked woman's bottom, watching her squirm as she proceeded 
to quicken the pace of her fingers within the moist vagina.

"Why I do believe you are going to come, what a naughty girl 
you are showing off your feelings in this way. If I catch you 
getting wet like this again I shall stand you up naked facing 
the classroom and show everyone what a lewd girl you are". 
Lady Rawlings shuddered, her hips quivering as she reached her 
orgasm. She could not help herself as her hips squirmed 
deliciously. Jane increased the pressure of her finger in her 
Ladyships bottom as she thrust her other hand deeper into the 
woman's soft vagina. It was the combination of  young girls 
physical ministrations and the imagery of her words that 
caused her ladyship to react so quickly. She shuddered as she 
felt a second wave of intense sexual sensation course through 
her body. Jane quickened the pace and pressure of her fingers 
as she felt the lithe tanned body squirm and buck beneath her. 
She leaned her body over the slender back of her victim and 
gently slowed  the pace of her fingers as her ladyship spent 
once more. "There, there my pretty girl you are having a big 
cum aren't you. I can see you that I shall have to keep a 
close eye on you if you go on behaving like this." Jane slid 
her fingers gently from the warm sensitive flesh of the 
woman's vagina and gently took hold of the prominent clitoris, 
she pinched quite sharply. She watched as her Ladyship's body 
stiffened and then shuddered as another wave of sexual 
pleasure washed over her. Delicately she withdrew her finger 
from between the quivering buttocks and stroked her hand 
lovingly over the blushing flesh of her Ladyships reddened 
bottom cheeks. "My, my you are a naughty child." Her words 
subtly reducing the status of her victim from woman. to girl. 
to child. Jane continued stroking her Ladyship, first 
withdrawing her hand from the pubis and stroking gently 
beneath her tummy, her other hand bestowing feathery touches 
over her Ladyships quivering buttocks. 

After a few moments Jane straightened up and walked back to 
her chair. "I would like you to get up and come over and stand 
in front of me. I want you to put your hands on your head and 
stand in front of me with your legs spread apart. I do not 
want you to speak unless I tell you to. You may answer me now. 
is that clear?

Lady Rawlings  got up awkwardly from the chair, her beautiful 
body glistening in the sunlight from the window. She walked as 
instructed towards the young girl and stood in front of her. 
She was totally embarrassed by the situation she found herself 
in, she spread her legs as wide as she could and placed her 
hands on top of her head. She felt utterly humiliated as the 
young girl leaned forward in her chair and cupped her delicate 
hand between her widely parted thighs. She shuddered as the 
young girl's fingers pushed upward into her vagina. Her 
ladyship was about to protest when the Jane suddenly pulled 
her hand away and stood up. Her body pressed close to the 
naked woman. Without warning she took both nipples and pinched 
them at the same time leaning forward she kissed her ladyship 
on the mouth, her tongue thrusting between the parted lips. 
Jane could feel the woman tremble as she kissed her. Letting 
go of the her nipples she placed her hands gently on either 
side of her head and pulled her face away. As she drew back, 
her Ladyship could see a wistful smile on her face. "I think 
we ought to start our interview again your Ladyship.. now that 
you have seen my curriculum vitae so to speak. Her ladyship 
smiled. "I think I will just put my dress on. and yes I think 
we do have a lot to discuss.

Jane had watched her Ladyship dress and they now sat in easy 
chairs at the other end of the room. The large mullions of the 
window diffracting  the sunlight into  soft patterns upon the 
carpet. Lady Rawlings stretched lazily in her chair stretching 
her tanned legs out in front of her. "I see what you mean now, 
in fact you have crystallised my ideas in the short time we 
have had together." Lady Rawlings smoothed her hand over her 
legs as she spoke. "I can see that your methods are far more 
subtle than I had realised. Of course! periods of absolute 
normality punctuated with extreme embarrassment and 
subjugation." Jane smiled, her pretty lips poised to speak. 
"And of course this will eventually lead to the boy having no 
control at all. In other words he will become sexually aroused 
on demand. He will have a complete reliance upon the female. 
He is already as you say intimidated by female beauty and if 
he is kept completely out of contact with boys of his own age 
he will not be able to compare his experiences. In fact it 
would not be advisable for him to have any authoritarian 
contact with any male." Jane leaned back in her chair and 
continued. "He will feel totally secure, he will know that he 
will always be loved and cared for, at the same time on a 
different level he will be in a constant state of 
embarrassment and sexual awareness."

Lady Rawlings smiled at Jane. The afternoon had been a 
revelation to her, although she had clear ideas about the 
future of the boy, it had not always been possible to map out 
the practicalities of his upbringing. Having Jane in the house 
would be more than a pleasure and even though she knew her 
daughter would be taking a keen interest in the boy, she 
realised that constant supervision was the best solution. 
Diane and Veronica would be back at school for their last year 
and she herself had many commitments, not least of which was 
her duty as magistrate for the Manx judiciary.

"If you are able to start here soon I think it would be 
advisable for you to have complete supervision of the house 
staff. As you know we have two maids. One of which has just 
arrived as a refugee. They are both extremely pretty and may 
on occasions provide you with some amusement. There are also 
two girls in the kitchen. Rachael and Claire, they are 
seventeen and eighteen years old and live here. In fact we are 
very self contained. The estate office is situated in 'Far 
Acre' That is six miles away. We have over sixteen staff who 
run the farm estate, none of these have any contact with the 
household. In fact we allow no visitors at all. Provisions are 
delivered to the gate house lobby and are brought up by the 
kitchen staff each morning. The house as you saw when you came 
is completely walled off so everything within the gardens is 
private to myself and household staff." Jane smiled as her 
Ladyship explained the intricacies of the  household. "Most 
large estates like this suffer from gossip, especially in the 
villages. For that reason I have chosen that everyone who 
works here lives in. None of the staff have any family, so 
apart from shopping trips to Douglas, they have no contact 
with the outside world. Even though I have had on occasions to 
discipline all of the staff we have a very pleasant happy 
atmosphere. Jane smiled. "Do you mean by discipline that you 
have caned their bottoms." Lady Rawlings gave an impish smile 
to her new young governess. "Yes all of them at one time or 
another, and I am sure you will be doing the same after all 
they will be your responsibility.



"Tell me about the maids and the kitchen staff and what their 
exact responsibilities are, and then you can tell me about 
Richard." Lady Rawlings smiled. "I think if I am going to be 
talking for the rest of the afternoon we had better have some 
tea." She rang the bell cord hanging from the wall at the side 
of her chair. "Wendy, who answered the door to you, will 
probably answer the bell. I will get Annette to bring the tea 
tray and you will be able to have a look at her. I will tell 
you about the kitchen maids first. They are Rachael and 
Claire. Rachael is from Douglas and was up before me in court 
as a ward. Her mother died just after she was fifteen, her 
father had abandoned the family years before to live on the 
mainland. I don't think there was too much love in the family 
and I took pity on her and gave her a job here. She is under a 
supervisory order until she is twenty-one years old. In 
essence that means that she is legally in my charge. If she 
were to leave she would be brought back or jailed upon my 
decision. She has responded well to kindness and has become an 
excellent member of the household. She is well built, 
certainly not  plump but shall we say well rounded. I showed 
her kindness and apart from one little incidence which was the 
first time I punished her, her conduct has been flawless. In 
fact the only time she makes a mistake is on purpose" Jane 
nodded her head. "Tell me what little incidence and what you 
did about it." 

"I thought you would pick me up on that. She spilled a large 
copper cooking pot of soup all over the kitchen floor just 
prior to dinner. Diane had brought Veronica to the house for 
the first time and was rather annoyed when we could not serve 
soup. They laughed about it afterwards, but I do think Diane 
was very annoyed at the time."

"How did you punish her?"

"A good smack bottom of course!"

 Jane waited knowing that if she did Lady Rawlings would go on 
with her story. "I was rather tempted to punish her there and 
then in the kitchen but I was not sure how she would react 
with Claire present so I waited until the next day and had her 
come here to my study. I chastised her verbally but with I 
hope understanding. She broke down into to tears and said that 
she admitted it should not have happened and that she thought 
the world of me and would do anything to make it up, In fact I 
seem to be suffering a lot with hero worship at the moment, 
Wendy is just as bad." Jane smiled, her understanding of human 
nature surpassed her years. "It is very normal for girls to 
get a crush on their elders and betters as well as their 
peers." Lady Rawlings nodded her agreement. She brushed back 
her hair with her hand and smiled at Jane. "Of course I 
already had an inkling of how the girl felt and I really was 
hesitant about punishing her, however there was something in 
her voice that prompted me to carry out what I had already 
planned. I told her that in view of the seriousness of  the 
occasion I would have to cane her bottom. To my surprise she 
blushed bright red but nodded her head and said 'I know 
madam.' She might have heard that Wendy had already had a 
smack bottom with the hairbrush I imagine the girls do confide 
in each other occasionally. To cut a long story short, and I 
will have to if I am ever going to brief you on the rest of 
the household. I told her to take off her kitchen coat. It is 
a white coat and often their only clothing apart from 
underwear, it often gets very hot in the kitchen. She obeyed 
without hesitation although I must say she looked very shy and 
embarrassed. She was wearing a lace bra and panties 
underneath, obviously not expensive but quite pretty. Her 
figure is quite astounding without clothes and of course 
kitchen coats do conceal most of ones shape. I made her stand 
in her underwear while I fetched a riding crop from the 
cupboard. I didn't have a cane at that time. I noticed she had 
kept her flat shoes on so I made her bend over and take them 
off. She really looked very pretty bending over. Her breasts 
are very large and I remember wanting to see how firm they 
were, so I instructed her to take off her bra and lay her 
upper body flat on the desk. She seemed extremely shy at 
having to take off her bra, but she obeyed without hesitation. 
She really has quite magnificent breasts." Jane smiled. "I 
always strip the girls at school quite naked it increases 
their shame and of course makes them feel far more vulnerable. 
Unless of course we are doing an exposure." Lady Rawlings 
looked quizzically at the young girl. "Exposure? I am not 
familiar with the term."

Jane smiled. "It is when we want to make a girl particularly 
embarrassed in a certain situation. I will make her hold her 
skirt to her waist and pull her knickers down as far as her 
knee's. It is quite effective. I'll explain some of our 
methods to you when I start.. I am presuming that I will be 
starting."

"Of course Jane.." Lady Rawlings pretty lips drew back in a 
smile, revealing perfect white even teeth. "I had decided that 
you were perfect for the job during our little interlude 
earlier."

Jane smiled at her ladyship adjusting her body lazily in the 
easy chair. "Do go on with your story."

"Well I waited until she was bent over the desk and laid the 
crop on the top beside her head so that she would see it close 
up. I stood behind her and pulled her panties down to the 
floor. She had bent over with her legs together so that I had 
no problem in taking them down. I lifted her feet one by one 
and took her panties off. I remember saying 'right my girl, up 
on your toes and get that bottom high in the air.' She obeyed 
immediately she really pushed her bottom up, arching her back. 
She looked quite magnificent bending naked like that. I took 
the cane and put tapped it upwards between her legs. I said 
'As high as you can with that bottom' or words to that effect. 
She really strained to get her bottom higher and as arched her 
back I gave her the first stroke right across the middle of 
her bottom. She shook furiously with the first stroke but 
managed to remain bending over. I gave her a second just above 
the first one. She really quivered with the pain. I could see 
her face quite clearly as she had laid her head towards the 
side I was delivering the crop. I remember telling her to get 
her bottom higher as I gave her one more right in the juncture 
between her buttocks and thighs. She really broke then, she 
twisted her body to the side and looked straight at me, her 
breasts were heaving as she twisted body on the desk. I really 
felt sorry for her, but I had decided to give her four and I 
was determined that she would receive them all. 'Back flat on 
the desk and get that bottom up, you have one more to come. If 
you do not obey me I shall give you six.' I think those are 
the words I used." Lady Rawlings looked intently at Jane, she 
could see the excitement in the girls eyes as she recounted 
the details of the young maid's punishment. "I had to wait 
while she regained her composure. She was really trembling by 
the time she was back in position. I remember thinking how 
hard it must be to offer your bottom up for punishment when 
your whole body is on fire with the pain you have already 
received. I made her wait for a few moments knowing that every 
nerve was on edge waiting for the last stroke. I stood back 
and sliced her buttocks from the top. It was more of a 
downward stroke. She broke immediately. She slid to the floor 
and lay there writhing on her bottom. It was such a pretty 
site. I remember chiding her 'What's the matter have you no 
modesty look at you' or words to that effect. She really did 
look delightful. She had a little tuft of hair between her 
legs and a beautiful plump pubis. I watched her as she 
thrashed about on the floor, trying to get the sting out of 
her bottom. When she finally did get up I took her over my 
knee and put some cream on her bottom. I could feel her 
pushing her pubis against my thigh as she laid across me. I 
stroked in-between her legs and she climaxed almost 
immediately. I am sure she now looks forward to being punished 
more than anything else. I am sure she still feels  pain just 
as much as the first time she was beaten, but I think the 
thought of what is to happen afterwards sees her through her 
ordeals."

A knock at the door interrupted their conversation. "I think 
Wendy has taken far too long in answering my bell. Perhaps 
this will give you an opportunity to have a look at the girl 
in more detail." Lady Rawlings turned her head toward the 
door. "Come in." Both Wendy and Annette appeared through the 
door pushing a tea trolley. They wheeled it into the room 
adjacent to Lady Rawlings and her young guest.

"I took the liberty Madam of bringing both tea and coffee. 
There are some cakes as well Ma'am." Lady Rawlings laughed. 
"You have been busy, I thought you were taking a long time 
answering the bell." Wendy stood up primly "I'm sorry Madam, I 
just thought as it was already passed half past three, that 
you might be ready for tea."

Lady Rawlings smiled at her young maid. "You are perfectly 
right this time Wendy, Would you and Annette care to pour."

Lady Rawlings turned toward Jane. "Will you take tea or 
coffee?"  Jane looked intently at both girls watching their 
movements. "I will have tea please."

Lady Rawlings let the girls pour the tea and uncover the 
pastries before she spoke. "Wendy and Annette come and stand 
in front of me, I want to introduce you to Jane Marwood." She 
watched Jane observing the girls as they moved to stand in 
front of the easy chairs. Jane looked the girls up and down as 
they stood side by side. Wendy with long slender legs stood a 
head taller than Annette. Both maids were wearing short black 
dresses, showing off their bare thighs to pretty effect. Lady 
Rawlings smiled up at them. "This is Jane Marwood, who will be 
taking over the supervision of Richard's education as well as 
his physical and moral well being. She will be in complete 
charge of the household during my absences and will have 
charge of the day to day running with myself. I think you may 
address her as Miss or Miss Marwood." Lady Rawlings turned to 
Jane with a warm smile. "What would you prefer Jane?" Jane 
smiled up at the girls. Her beautiful delicate features giving 
no hint of the discipline that she was about to wield. "I will 
be quite happy to be addressed as Miss and I am sure that we 
will get along splendidly."  Both Wendy and Annette bobbed a 
little curtsey and said, "Yes Miss." in unison.

"Good I think we will all benefit from Jane's presence." Lady 
Rawlings could not help thinking how true her words might be. 
She continued. "I will inform you of which rooms Jane will 
occupy when I have time to show her round. I wish to inform 
Richard myself so I would prefer it if you did not mention it 
yet. I will be visiting the kitchens later so again I will 
inform Rachael and Claire. Off you go, you may come and 
collect the tea things in half an hour."

Jane watched as the girls walked primly from the room. She was 
delighted with them both, she turned to Her Ladyship. "They 
really are very pretty girls and obviously most obedient and 
willing. I would say Wendy is already bound by love and I 
imagine Annette is not far behind."

Lady Rawlings nodded. "You are right, I think Annette is most 
grateful for her situation here. Her life in Asia I understand 
was most traumatic. She seems determined to do exactly what 
she is told in order to keep her position. I would imagine she 
is willing to put up with most things, she is old enough not 
to forget the violence or her hunger and poverty in Vietnam." 

"I would like to hear about Claire if you feel like indulging 
me." Lady Rawlings laughed her pretty eyes revealing the 
merriment she felt. "You really are going to keep on the 
straight and narrow aren't you. But of course you are quite 
right we have so much to discuss we will be in conference for 
days." She sat back and swung her bare legs up underneath her. 
"I really do feel like a pussy cat that as had the cream, What 
you did earlier has proved very therapeutic." Jane smiled. "I 
am sure I enjoyed it as much as you. You have a beautiful body 
and you really do move so prettily when you are aroused." Lady 
Rawlings was surprised to feel her self blush. "Do you realise 
you have made me blush, not something I have done for a long 
time." Jane laughed. "I think we are all capable of 
embarrassment in the right circumstances. I was rather 
apprehensive when I came here. I have always wanted charge of 
a young boy and I was rather worried that mother's description 
of the boy was overly flattering. I must be honest and say 
until I had met you I was not sure that your standards would 
meet mine. I don't mean that as a detrimental remark but more 
in the way that when you want something as badly as I do, you 
are in fear of being let down. Let's talk about Claire, as you 
probably have gathered I would like to talk about the boy 
last."

Lady Rawlings was looking intently at Jane, her voice was 
quiet and serious as she spoke. "I will tell you about Claire, 
but let me put your mind at rest on Richard. He is everything 
you have been led to expect. His physical appearance is 
exceptional. For my daughter to enthuse about Richard the way 
she did I knew he must be above the ordinary. When I first saw 
him I knew she was right. But let me continue with Claire. She 
is from the same orphanage as Richard. I saw her there.. oh it 
must be four years ago. I had been invited to present the 
education certificates to fifteen year olds. Claire I believe 
was in the form below. I noticed her initially because of her 
beauty. She stood out from the others not just with her looks 
but her graceful movements, even in orphanage clothing she had 
an air and manner that didn't belong in those stark, austere 
surroundings. I mentioned her to Matron who said that she was 
a quiet unassuming girl. She was bright in class and yet 
showed kindness and deference to the others. I decided to 
bring her here. She is, like Rachael and Richard under my 
legal guardianship until she is twenty-one years old. She is 
seventeen at present."

"Why did you decide to use her in the kitchen, if she is so 
graceful I mean?" Jane inquired.

"Well Wendy was already here and so I started Claire in the 
Kitchen with perhaps the thought of moving her later on. It 
was after I had disciplined Rachael that I was in the kitchen 
one day and noticed that Claire was wearing perfume. I 
immediately recognised it as Chanel 5. So I knew it must have 
been mine, obviously taken from my dressing table. The girls 
help clean the rooms so Claire would have ample opportunity to  
take a quick dab of perfume. I questioned her immediately and 
she admitted trying some on. I think my best ideas come on the 
spur of the moment. I instructed Rachael to take Claire up to 
the bathroom and wash her from head to toe. Up in between her 
legs in her bottom in fact everywhere. Both girls were 
blushing furiously but I continued to instruct them. After 
Rachael had bathed Claire she was to bring her as she was 
(naked in other words) down to my office where she would 
receive the cane. Rachael told me later that Claire had 
climaxed as soon as she had began to wash between her legs. In 
fact I believe she climaxed three times before Rachael had 
finished." Jane was leaning forward her eyes sparkling as Lady 
Rawlings recounted the events. "I was in my office by the time 
the girls came down. Claire was blushing from head to toe. It 
was the first time I had seen her naked. Her body is quite 
beautiful she has quite large breasts for such a slender frame 
and her waist is absolutely tiny. She has long slender legs 
and only wisp of hair between her legs. The girl was covering 
her pubis with her hands. I remember hair squirming as she 
stood in front of me. One thing I did notice was a certain 
excitement within Rachael. She had obviously enjoyed bathing 
the girl and I suspect making her climax. I made Claire stand 
to attention with her hands by her sides. She was shivering 
from head to toe. I fetched the cane (I bought several soon 
after I had had to use a riding crop on Rachael) and swished 
it through the air. Her look of anguish was exquisite. I bent 
her over the desk with her arms outstretched on either side. 
Her breasts were nicely squashed against the leather surface. 
I instructed Rachael to stand to the girls side and put one 
hand underneath her tummy. I reached between the girls legs 
and placed Rachael's hand so that she was cupping the girl's 
pubis. I told her to take a tight hold knowing that her 
fingers would press into the vagina. I made Rachael press down 
on the small of the girls back with her other hand.  I gave 
her four sound strokes of the cane in quick succession. She 
bucked and reared but managed to stay bent over. As soon as 
Rachael had released her she slumped at my feet holding on to 
my legs, pleading that she was sorry. She really was in quite 
a state. I felt so sorry for her that I sat down and took her 
over my knee immediately. The most unusual occurrence was that 
Rachael took a tube of cream from her pocket. The same make of 
cream that I had used on her, and handed it to me. "I thought 
you might need this she said." Can you imagine, she was hoping 
that I would do to Claire what I had done to her."

Jane smiled. "You obliged of course."

"Yes of course." Lady Rawlings laughed. "But I began to 
understand that Rachael was really fond of Claire and that she 
genuinely hoped I would treat her in the same way. I mean even 
to bringing the same type of cream down from the bathroom. I 
always keep some here anyway. I instructed Rachael to stroke 
the girl gently while I rubbed cream on her bottom. It was 
really a revelation of her feelings for the girl. She stroked 
her hair and then I noticed her put her hand under the girls 
breast. I put cream on her poor bottom. The marks were quite 
livid and I had to be very gentle with her. I pushed my hands 
between her bottom cheeks and popped a finger into her vagina. 
I could feel her move her hips almost immediately and it 
couldn't have been more that a few minutes before she climaxed 
so strongly that I thought she was going to have a fit. 
Rachael in the meantime I am sure was squeezing the poor girls 
nipples. Since that time they have become inseparable, really 
good friends and I am sure that hop into each others bed. They 
share a bedroom through choice although I have offered them 
bedrooms of their own."

Jane leaned back a smile on her face. "I am really looking 
forward to being here. I think that I will have to plan my 
contact with all the girls rather carefully, but I am sure 
that tenderness coupled with discipline will give me the 
control I need. What I need now is to discuss Richard in 
detail, so that we are both in absolute agreement about his 
upbringing."

"I have no doubt we are already in perfect agreement, but I 
will give you a run down on everything that has happened so 
far. I have received his school reports from the orphanage and 
all his medical details."

Lady Rawlings proceeded to tell Jane about Richard, 
interrupted only by the maids clearing away the tea trolley. 
They talked at length, the sun's rays slowly diminishing 
through the study window. It was early evening by the time 
they had finished. As they got up from their chairs, Lady 
Rawlings said. "I have an idea how you could see Richard and 
yet still meet him on fresh ground on Monday morning. That is 
if you would like to stay for dinner. I will ask Wendy and 
Annette to have their meals with Richard in the small drawing 
room and we will eat in the dining room. Claire and Rachael 
enjoy eating in the small conservatory which is just off from 
the kitchens, so you will be able to meet them on your own 
terms. How would that suit you?" Jane nodded her agreement. 
Lady Rawlings continued I will put Richard to bed early and 
you can see him when he is asleep. He has been at the lake 
with Diane as Veronica is shopping in Douglas. He is usually 
tired after swimming all day, so I think you would be able to 
leave about nine. How long does it take to get back to the 
school?"

"Oh.. about ten minutes I suppose, there is never any traffic 
around here and the road is good for a country road."























It was nine o clock in the evening when Lady Rawlings and Jane 
Marwood slipped quietly into Richard's bedroom. The room was 
dark apart from moonlight from the stone framed window which 
cast a silvery light over the bed. Lady Rawlings reached down 
and turned on the bedside light. A soft glow lit the room and 
for the first time Jane Marwood was able to see her new 
charge.

"Isn't he beautiful." Jane whispered as she bent over the bed 
watching the young boy in repose. Richard did not stir as Lady 
Rawlings carefully lifted the covers and drew them back to the 
end of the bed, fully exposing the boy's naked body. Richard 
was laid on his back with his head turned to one side. Jane 
examined the boy carefully from head to toe. Indeed he was 
more than she imagined. She looked at the pale smooth skin, 
his graceful torso and legs before focusing her attention on 
his penis and testicles.  His penis was slightly laying across 
his thigh. Jane was sorely tempted to gently cup his penis and 
testicles in her hand but knew that the risk of waking him 
would spoil her future plans. After a few moments Lady 
Rawlings raised an enquiring eye to Jane. The girl nodded and 
Her Ladyship gently drew the covers back over the sleeping 
boy. As they descended the stairs Jane could not help the 
excitement in her voice. She put her arm around Lady Rawlings 
and kissed her tenderly on the cheek.

Lady Rawlings smiled. It was now time for her own curiosity to 
be filled. "I know it's late Jane but I would like you to do 
one thing for me before you go. I know we have spent most of 
the day going through our arrangements, but it will not take 
long." Jane leaned against her companion. "Of course anything 
you want you only have to ask." They entered the small sitting 
room to the right of the staircase. Lady Rawlings immediately 
sat down on the large settee looking up at the young girl. 
"What is it you want." Jane smiled down at her Ladyship as she 
spoke.

"I want you to strip off your clothes so that I can have a 
good look at your body." Jane looked shocked for a second and 
then smiled. "I suppose fair is fair and I did take you rather 
by surprise." Without hesitation she began to undo the buttons 
of her shirt, the white silk contrasted starkly with tanned 
flesh as she slowly revealed her naked breasts. She pulled the 
silk from beneath the broad leather belt and shrugged off the 
garment on to the floor. Her breasts were magnificent, jutting 
straight out from above her narrow waist. Quickly she undid 
the leather belt letting it drop to the floor. Her red 
fingernails flashed in the light of the fire as she undid the 
waistband of her skirt. It slid down her tanned thighs to her 
feet. She stood for a moment, her splendidly proportioned body 
glistening with health. She hooked her long delicate fingers 
into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down over 
her beautifully proportioned thighs and over her knees to the 
floor. She kicked them off and stood in front of her Ladyship. 
Her nipples stood out in sharp relief against the contours of 
her firm breasts. The dark aureoles were large and plump 
accentuating the firm flesh of the nipple. Her waist, so tiny 
against the plump firm flesh of her breasts. Her hips swelled 
below the tiny waist, a beautiful curvature to the slender 
legs below. Lady Rawlings leaned forward and cupped her hand 
between the girls legs. Her fingers gently caressing the 
prominent mound of her smoothly shaven pubis. Without warning 
she slipped a finger between the fleshy mounds at either side 
of her vagina. "Why Jane you are quite moist. Why don't you 
come and sit on my knee." Jane moved forward gracefully, her 
ladyships hand still cupping her pubis as she sat down on her 
knees. "Now lean back on the settee so that you are laid with 
just your bottom on my knees. Jane smiled, almost shyly as she 
leaned back on to the soft cushions and swung her legs up on 
to the other side of the settee. "Open up a bit I want to have 
a little look at you." Her Ladyships voice was soft and low as 
she gently parted the girls thighs. "Now I can get at you, my 
you have a nice plump pussy." Gently her ladyship parted the 
ripe folds of the labia and pushed her finger firmly up into 
the girl. She could feel and immediate response as she slowly 
rotated her finger up inside her juicy orifice. She pushed a 
second finger up into the moist flesh quickly jack-knifing her 
two fingers. With her other hand she drew back the prepuce 
exposing the hard nub of the clitoris with feathery strokes of 
her fingers she watched the clitoris swell. Jane had never 
been so expertly seduced before. She could not help herself as 
her hips began to undulate in circular motions between the 
busy fingers of Her Ladyship. "Try and control yourself a 
little longer I want you to have a nice big climax. There I 
can see you are losing control." Lady Rawlings quickened her 
fingers until the girls hips strained upwards beneath her. 
Just as she began to climax Lady Rawlings pinched the clitoris 
hard. The girl bucked as she pinched and rubbed the tender 
flesh, her other hand busy deep inside the girl's vagina. 
"There you are feeling that aren't you." Her Ladyships words 
were calculated to increase the girls passion. "Argghhh 
mmmmnnn oooh yes sss. Jane arched her back, her bottom was 
lifted up off her Ladyships knees as she climaxed. "Arggghhh 
aarrggg mmm." She felt completely out of control as a finger 
suddenly speared up into her bottom. "Arrrgghhh.arrrggh." Jane 
rolled her head from side to side as wave after wave of 
sensual pleasure coursed through her body. Gradually her 
orgasm subsided. She felt the finger being withdrawn gently 
from her bottom and the delicate feathery strokes of Her 
Ladyships fingers over thighs and tummy. "Just you relax for a 
few moments, while I stroke you gently, there my poor baby 
there." Lady Rawlings cooed softly to the young girl. Feathery 
touches caressing her fine skin.

It was several minutes before Jane moved lazily off her 
Ladyship's knee and on to the cushions beside her. She curled 
her pretty legs beneath her and leaned against the back of the 
settee with her body turned toward her companion. "That was 
wonderful, Thankyou. May I kiss you?" Jane leaned forward 
without waiting for a reply and kissed the beautiful lips of 
her Ladyship. Her breasts were thrust against her body as she 
pushed her tongue deep inside her mouth.

It was past ten-o-clock before Jane stood in the hallway of 
the Manor House. The outside door was open as they walked 
through to the stone steps leading to the drive. Jane's brand 
new Austin Healey stood gleaming beneath the portico lights. 
"I will see you late on Sunday evening, my bags will arrive 
some time on Saturday, I would prefer it if only you unpacked 
the large one. Everything else can be done by the maids." Lady 
Rawlings smiled. "You have your own canes then?" Jane smiled 
impishly as she opened the door of her car and swung her 
pretty legs over the sill. "Oh yes a huge variety. and other 
things as well!" She started the car and slammed the car door 
shut. Leaning out of the window she shouted to Lady Rawlings, 
her voice only just audible against the revving engine. "It's 
my turn next."









BOOK TWO 









"This is Richard Chambers" Jane relished hearing those words 
as she stood in front of her desk facing Lady Rawlings and the 
boy. Her memory of Richard was accurate but she had not been 
able to see his eyes or the profile of his face from the 
front. "Step forward Richard and greet your new governess." 
Lady Rawlings pushed the boy forward until he was stood 
directly in front of Jane. Jane placed her hand under his chin 
and raised his head so that she could look directly into his 
eyes. "I am Miss Marwood. your Governess." She spoke slowly 
and insistently as she revelled in her first contact with the 
boy. I am going to be teaching you your lessons and I want you 
to work hard and be obedient. do you understand?" Richard 
nodded his head. "Yes Miss Marwood."

"Well done, you need not call me Miss Marwood unless you want 
to attract my attention, please address me as Miss when 
answering my questions."

"Yes Miss." Richard's face had coloured up at the touch of her 
hand and her steady gaze. He was completely mesmerised by her 
beauty. Her gentle touch against his face had made him dizzy. 
He looked at her through a haze of embarrassment, not daring 
to catch her eye.

" Right you can go and sit at that desk over there, you will 
see that your books are in the drawers at each side. We will 
be starting with English, so if you would like to find your 
books for that subject while I see Her Ladyship out. Jane 
followed Lady Rawlings out of the study and closed the door 
behind her. "Please call me Victoria, I only get called Her 
Ladyship by officials or peasants." She laughed as Jane took 
her arm. "He looks everything I expected and his demeanour is 
perfect. I shall need  about three weeks before I first start 
to mould him. As we discussed he needs to feel secure and 
loving towards me before I can begin to influence his nature." 
Victoria smiled. "I understand perfectly and I know attention 
to detail is as important to you as it is to me. Would you 
like me to send Wendy in at eleven with morning tea? I already 
know the arrangements you would like for Richard."

"That would be fine I will ring if there is anything else."

Richard sorted through his books but his mind was in a 
turmoil. He had felt clumsy and awkward standing before her 
and what was worse he knew he could not help himself. She was 
the most beautiful person he had ever seen. His feelings of 
inferiority were such that he found it almost impossible to 
articulate.

Jane had dressed impeccably for the occasion she wore a blue 
silk shirt with a large cameo broach at the collar. Her skirt 
was fine blue cotton with pleats at either side. Her tanned 
legs were covered in sheer silk, which accentuated their 
perfection. Jane had deliberately worn high heels so that she 
would have extra height. The dark blue of the Italian leather 
neatly encased her dainty feet.

Jane re-entered the study, which her ladyship had carefully 
set out. The large desk faced the smaller one squarely, they 
were set about six feet apart. Her ladyships attention to 
detail and been impeccable. Pens, exercise books and paper had 
been supplied to both desks. A carafe of water had been placed 
on the corner of her desk next to a bell push. Jane sat down, 
her fingers brushing over the fine yew surround of the desk 
and on to the thick leather covered top. She looked across at 
Richard who sat expectantly with his English text and exercise 
books open. Jane did not speak but looked intently at the boy, 
watching him blush as he met her gaze. She looked down and 
opened the middle drawer of her desk. She had to stifle a 
giggle as she saw all of her canes had been neatly laid on the 
green baize of the drawer lining. On top of the canes was a 
hand written note. "Enjoy. V" Jane smiled to herself and 
closed the drawer. She looked up and addressed Richard. "Come 
and stand by my side and show me your text and exercise books 
will you Richard." Her voice was cool and precise. She watched 
him get up from his desk, noticing his grey worsted jacket and 
grey short trousers were obviously brand new and being worn 
for the first time. Richard walked forward and stood at the 
side of her desk. She leaned her body towards him and put her 
arm around his legs drawing him closer until his body was 
touching hers. She kept her hand on his thigh, feeling the 
warmth of his body though the material of his short trousers. 
"Now show me where you are up to." Jane spoke softly almost 
intimately to him as he placed his books upon her desk. "Er.. 
I am up to here." Richard pointed to a passage from the test 
book. "We were doing comprehension Miss."  Jane smiled 
sweetly, looking up into his face. Richard turned his head 
toward her, aware of her gaze. She felt a thrill as he blushed 
profusely, quickly turning his head back to the books in front 
of them. Jane looked at the text and pointed with her pretty 
fingers at the start of the passage of text. Read this chapter 
for me Richard, I want to see if you pronounce the words 
correctly.  You can pick up the text book and stand up 
straight. She could feel the boy's discomfort and 
embarrassment emanating from him as she slowly let her hand 
trail down over his short trousers and on to his bare thigh. 
She lightly played her fingers up and down his leg as he began 
to read. His voice was almost trembling as he started the 
first passage. "Clear your throat Richard and start again. a 
little louder and firmer this time." Richard straightened his 
shoulders and held the book up higher as if it would project 
his voice further. Jane relaxed her body as the boy began to 
read. His voice was clear and his pronunciation good although 
Jane thought, his accent could do with a lot of modification. 
Gently she stroked his thigh her fingers occasionally pushing 
up beneath the trouser leg. Richard was blushing a bright 
crimson by the time he had finished the chapter. Jane let go 
of his legs and leaned back in her chair, her breasts 
thrusting against the silk of her dark blue blouse as she 
altered her position. "Very good for a first attempt Richard. 
Go and sit down and write an explanation of what Sheridan 
meant to say by introducing that character. Do you understand 
what to do?"

"Er Yes Miss I think I understand." Richard stammered as he 
stumbled rather than walked back to his chair. Jane watched 
him as he left her desk, she was almost sure she could detect 
a slight bulge in his trousers.

Richard worked silently he had had no time to crystallise his 
thoughts about his new governess. He was embarrassed to 
distraction by her beauty and could not bring himself to look 
her in the eye.

They both sat in silence as the hours passed by. Richard had 
become absorbed in his work and was determined to do his best. 
Jane watched as he wrote his paragraphs on to spare sheets of 
paper, altering them several times before finally copying them 
to his exercise book. Jane sat at her desk writing busily. 
Rather than leave anything to chance she was composing a 
programme of events to give to Her Ladyship. She had already 
laid out a profile of what would be happening with Richard 
over the coming weeks, this was already several pages long. 
She was now composing a programme of events and suggestions 
with regard to the rest of the household staff. She had talked 
with Lady Rawlings the previous evening and explained that her 
acceptance within the household must not just be based on 
authority alone. Much of what she was now writing clarified 
and recorded their conversation. 

At eleven-o-clock precisely Annette entered with a small tea 
tray which she placed on the desk in front of Jane. She 
removed a glass of orange juice from amongst the pot and jugs 
and placed it in front of Richard. She smiled at the boy and 
turned to Jane. "Will there be anything else Miss?" Jane shook 
her head. "No Thankyou Annette, that will be all for now." She 
watched the girl leave and turned to Richard who was still 
writing. "You may have a little break and drink your orange 
juice if you like. Or sip it as you work if you would prefer." 
Richard looked across his desk at Jane. "He could not help 
dropping his eyes in embarrassment as her she fixed her eyes 
on his. Her beauty overwhelmed him. "er.. Thankyou Miss." 
Richard drank from the glass and then looked down once more at 
his books.

They worked through the day breaking for lunch in the smaller 
of the two dining rooms. Jane ate lunch alone with the boy 
watching him intently.  She noticed that Richard avoided her 
gaze when ever possible. She was aware the effect she had on 
him. Once out of the corner of her eye during the morning she 
had seen him glance at her as she had leaned back in her 
chair. She had deliberately stretched her shoulders back 
feeling the tightness of the silk against her nipples as her 
breasts thrust forward. She noticed that he had coloured up 
immediately and bent his head back down to his work. Jane had 
planned her strategy carefully avoiding all physical contact 
until late in the afternoon. She walked got up from her desk 
and moved behind him. Carefully she leaned over him. Her 
breasts pressed against him as she bent over and placed her 
cheek next to his. "Right Richard let me see what you have 
written." She flipped over the pages of his book to the start 
of his essay. She could feel the heat from his cheeks as he 
blushed profusely. She placed her cool delicate finger tips on 
the nape of his neck stroking his hair gently as she began to 
the read through his work. Richard was in turmoil, he felt his 
cheeks burning with embarrassment as she leaned against him. 
Her fingers were cool and gentle against his neck, her perfume 
intoxicating his senses as she whispered softly to him. "You 
are a clever boy, you seem to understand the characterisation 
perfectly and you have written so much.. what a lovely boy you 
are." Her voice was low and sensual as she moved her cheek 
against his. Richard began to tremble unable to control his 
emotions. Her proximity and the intimate way she touched him 
destroyed his equilibrium. Her low sensuous voice flattering 
and praising him was just too much. Jane sensed his agitation 
at once. She knew exactly the effect she was having on him. 
Gently she withdrew her face from his and delicately placed a 
small kiss on his burning cheek. She stood up taking his book 
from the desk. "I will read this through to correct any small 
mistakes you might have made and let you have it back in the 
morning. She moved to the side of the desk and stood with her 
legs astride. "You may get up now and go and play outside if 
you like as long as you are ready for dinner at seven. If you 
would like some tea you can go and see Rachael or Claire in 
the kitchens." She noticed Richard was studiously avoiding eye 
contact with her. She also knew that unless she was mistaken 
he would have an erection. "Come along then up you get, you 
really have done wonderfully well today." She could see the 
boy's absolute anguish as he pushed his chair back. She smiled 
as he turned his body away from her to get up from the far 
side and walk around the back of the chair. She watched with 
delight as he furiously tried to adjust his trousers while his 
back was turned toward her. "Come along Richard, don't you 
want to go out to play." Her voice was light and cheerful." 
Richard turned toward the door trying not to look at her. 
There was a bulge in his trousers which he could not conceal. 
His head was throbbing as he stumbled toward the door. Her 
voice made him stop in his tracks. "Come here Richard and 
stand in front of me." Richard quaked as he heard her 
instruction. Shame-faced he turned and stood in front of her 
looking down at his feet. Jane examined him closely as he 
stood before her. It was with delight that she saw the shape 
of his penis pushing hard against the material of his trouser 
leg. He had obviously not been able to adjust his penis 
upwards or to the side. It  must be quite painful she thought 
pointing downward like that while it was obviously so hard. 
She took Richard's face between the palm of her hands. Her 
fingers cool against his burning cheeks. She raised his head 
and looked into his eyes. "It is normal manners Richard to 
turn toward ones teacher and ask permission before one leaves 
the room." Jane felt a thrill inside her as she saw the 
helpless look of supplication in his eyes. "I'm sorry Miss he 
stammered." Richard was near to fainting as Jane let go of him 
and turned him toward the door. "Off you go and play. Richard 
turned the handle of the door and stumbled out. His face was 
burning and his head pounding as he walked along the hallway 
and up the wide staircase toward his room.





Jane and Victoria were seated in easy chairs by the fireside 
in the small drawing room. They had eaten dinner together with 
Diane and Veronica in the small dining room. Jane had 
explained her intentions to the gathering, talking for almost 
and hour. She had patiently answered both Diane's and 
Veronica's eager questions as well as ascertaining from the 
girl's the exact events leading up to Richard's admission to 
the household. Jane had been very impressed with Diane's easy 
manner and openness, her summing up of the boy's emotions were 
both incisive and accurate. Veronica too, she thought 
certainly understood the subtle nuances that were required in 
dealing with the boy. Victoria leaned forward in her chair and 
rang the bell cord on the wall by the fireplace. "I usually 
drink wine in the evening, would you like to join me. I have 
some excellent clarets as well as a fine selection of Southern 
and Northern Rhone's. One of my favourites is a burgundy from 
the Cote de Nuits, a La Tache which I think you might like. My 
late husband was a firm disciple of the growers from Vosne 
Romanee and purchased  futures for many years before he died. 
Our cellars here are absolutely perfect in all respects, even 
to a temperature of fifty-five degree's and as it is a hobby 
of mine I take pleasure in having wines that Fortnum's are 
having to pay four times the price for." Jane laughed, she 
knew the wines her Ladyship was talking of very well, and 
indeed their high prices. Wendy knocked and entered at her 
Ladyships beckoning. "Wendy dear, would you fetch a bottle of 
La Tache from the cellar, take it from any of the racks from 
row D." Wendy bobbed to Jane before answering her Mistress. 
"Yes Miss.. shall I bring the Italian glasses with it?" Lady 
Rawlings smiled. "Yes Thankyou I think that would be an 
excellent idea." Jane looked at Victoria as Wendy left the 
room. "I am impressed, she seems to know your cellar well and 
what glasses you might require. Her Ladyship sat back in her 
chair, crossing her tanned legs. She unbuttoned the pleat of 
her dress, leaving her legs bare almost to her panties. "I do 
like to get comfortable in the evening, it's so cosy in here 
that I sometimes stretch out by the fire and listen to the 
Radio or just read." Jane looked over at Veronica's bare legs. 
Her body was quite magnificent, her muscle tone perfect, even 
for a girl ten years younger. Victoria was well aware of 
Jane's examination of her legs. She uncrossed them and 
stretched them out in front of her, slowly smoothing her hand 
over her thigh. "You really have beautiful legs, why don't you 
pop you clothes off and come and lay over my knee. I would 
love to have another look at that bare bottom of yours." 
Victoria smiled, I would love to, but instead I thought I 
might come and have a look at how you have settled into your 
rooms. The West Wing has the most beautiful views and is the 
only suite of rooms that has it's own study, apart from 
Diane's." Jane smiled knowingly. "I think that would be an 
even better idea. I really do love the rooms, the bathroom is 
amazingly opulent and I love the Louis furniture. Are you sure 
I am not taking up some of your living space?

"Of course not, my own suite is even larger and I assure you 
no less decadent. We had most of the Manor refurbished over 
two years ago. I think I realised then that I didn't want a 
house that was constantly full of tradesmen and always in need 
of repair. So the whole house was rewired as well as new 
plumbing. I had it done while we went to our Villa in France. 
I don't think I could have stood the upheaval. Rather than 
have local tradesmen in the house I engaged Harrods new 
property services. They sent a designer and an architect so 
that there was continuity throughout the design scheme. I must 
say they did a beautiful job. You ought to see Diane's rooms 
if you think yours are luxurious. She really is an imp, she 
picked everything herself. I remember the designer from 
Harrods saying that her ideas and tastes would do justice to 
any of the Royal households. She really did cost me a fortune 
though. We have mains gas too, although none of the 
surrounding villages have. It pays to sit on the same bench as 
the Director of the Gas Board." Jane could not help laughing. 
"I suppose you are financially very secure, not that I mean to 
pry." Victoria's eyes twinkled in merriment, her red lipstick 
framing her even white teeth as she smiled. "You must never 
think that there is any question that you cannot ask. The 
answer is yes, My late husband's family have had this land 
since sixteen fifty-one. I was the sole heir when my husband 
died. The estate has over two thousand acres, divided between 
here and the mainland, much of which is farmed by tenants. 
There are several companies on the mainland of which I am the 
major shareholder and in addition I own a large portfolio of 
properties in London. I also own a large estate in the South 
of France. We have a Villa there which is built on the coastal 
estate. It is really beautiful. We have our own beach which is 
surrounded by cliffs. It is impossible for anyone to get to 
the beach unless by boat and as it is covered by an old French 
estate law which is marked on the coastal water charts as 
being off limits. I will take you there at the start of the 
summer holidays as we will all be going then. That's about the 
size of it really, even with taxation I seem to be increasing  
both the income and the holdings. Of course the family 
solicitors and accountants  are so well established (their 
firms are both over three-hundred years old) that I have very 
few decisions to make. However I do go to all the major board 
meetings and decide on various recommendations and 
acquisitions"

Jane was not only suitably impressed by the scope of 
Victoria's wealth but also by the acumen her ladyship must 
have in business. Even with inherited wealth it has to be 
managed properly. 

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. 
"Come in." Veronica called as she got up from her chair and 
pulled a small refectory table between their two chairs. Wendy 
entered carrying a silver tray which held a bottle of wine and 
two glasses. She bent over and placed the tray on to the 
table. Jane was delighted to see that the cork had been pulled 
and was being held by a twist of lead foil to the neck of the 
bottle. The dust on the bottle had not been disturbed apart 
from the neck which had been wiped clean. Jane smiled at Wendy 
as she spoke. "That looks very professional Wendy, you have 
obviously done this before. Wendy bobbed a curtsey to Jane. 
"Yes Miss, Madam showed me how to present the wine properly." 
Lady Rawlings smiled at her young maid. "You do it very well 
all the same. It is getting rather late and I don't imagine we 
will need anything else. Why don't you go and get your night 
things on and you and Annette can come down and say 
goodnight." Wendy bobbed to Her Ladyship. "Shall I tell 
Annette to put her night things on too Miss. "Of course and 
don't be too long as Miss Marwood and I will be going to bed 
ourselves soon." Wendy bobbed one more curtsey and left the 
room. Jane looked at Veronica with an enquiring eye. "Is it 
usual for them to come down and say goodnight or are you doing 
it for my benefit. Veronica laughed. "Well they always come 
and see if there is anything else I want before they retire, 
but not as a rule in their night clothes." Veronica said no 
more but leaned forward and poured wine into both glasses. She 
handed one to Jane and held her glass up in front of her. 
"Here is to you Jane, it is so nice to have someone to discuss 
things with." They both drank from their glasses Jane took her 
drink and settled back in her chair. Veronica put her glass 
down and stood up, moving over to Jane she leaned over and 
kissed Jane full on the lips. "Don't spill your wine. I just 
wanted to do that I feel very warm towards you." Jane 
understood how Lady Rawlings must feel. "I do understand 
Veronica, it must be hard, even having such a lovely daughter, 
to find someone to share your thoughts with. I have always had 
my mother, but it does seem easier when you are not related. 
It is often hard to think of one's mother or I suppose one's 
daughter as just a friend. Jane raised her glass toward 
Victoria. "Here's to you.. and to us together, what do you 
say?" Veronica gave a low chuckle. "An admirable toast." She 
took her glass and touched it against Jane's.

Both women turned their heads towards the door as they heard 
the sound of someone knocking softly. Lady Rawlings called for 
the girls to enter as she got up from her chair. Annette and 
Wendy entered the room, both of them looked up timidly to 
their Mistress as  they stood on the rich olive green 
Axminster, their bare feet just visible under their long 
dressing gowns.

"Lady Rawlings addressed the girls. "I know you have met Miss 
Marwood briefly, but I would like her to have a closer look at 
you both. So you first Annette off with your dressing gown and 
stand in front of Miss Marwood. "Victoria's voice was soft but 
firm. Annette obeyed immediately taking off her new dressing 
gown she moved in front of Jane. She wore a silk short night 
dress that finished just below her hips. The matching panties 
were trimmed with a ruffled lace. Her pretty cheeks blushed as 
Jane looked her up and down. Without warning Victoria moved 
behind her sand pulled her panties down to her knees. "Hand 
above you head now ." She warned as she took the hem of the 
night dress and pulled it up and over the girls head. Jane 
leaned forward and pulled the flimsy panties down to her feet. 
"Take those off and give them to her Ladyship." She commanded 
smartly. "Now stand straight with your arms by your side so I 
can have a proper look at you."  Annette blushed but did as 
she had been told. Her firm breasts stood proudly above her 
slim waist. Jane looked at the girl's smoothly shaven pubis. 
The plump flesh between her legs had been lightly talcum 
powdered. "Open your legs." Jane commanded as she got up from 
her chair and stood in front of the girl. "She placed her hand 
gently on the girl's breast, tweaking the erect nipple with 
her delicate fingers. "You have a lovely body, you must be 
very proud of it." Jane smiled kindly at the blushing girl. 
With out preamble she cupped her free hand between the young 
maid's legs, squeezing the soft mound of flesh intimately. 
Jane moved her face close to girls blushing cheeks, at the 
same time she felt the moist lips of  the labia part as she 
slipped her forefinger up inside  the young girl. Jane looked 
intently at the girls face as she slipped a second finger up 
into her. Annette had began to tremble as Jane quickly moved 
her fingers inside her, arousing the sensitive membranes of 
her most intimate part. Jane squeezed the girl's nipple hard 
as she watched  her close her eyes. Her pretty lips were 
parted as she drew deep breaths of air in response to Jane's 
busy fingers expertly arousing her. Involuntarily she squeezed 
her thighs together unable to disguise the wave of sexual 
arousal she felt course through her trembling body. Victoria 
looked over at Wendy and smiled at her. Wendy's face was 
blushing furiously, her delicate lips trembling as she looked 
at the naked body of her companion. Victoria was sure that is 
was not just the embarrassment she felt for her friend but the 
knowledge that it would probably be her turn next. Jane took 
her hand from the girl's breast and slid it around her waist, 
gently indicating that the girl should kneel. Annette was 
thankful for the gesture she was trembling from head to foot. 
She sank gratefully to her knees and then forward on to her 
hands. Jane had kept up the insistent rhythm of her fingers 
during their change of position. Now as she bent over the her 
she was able to explore the cheeks of the maid's bottom with 
her free hand. She slid her fingers down the crease of the 
buttocks quickly locating the sphincter. Without warning she 
deftly slid her forefinger up into the girl's bottom. 
"Arrggghh" Annette wailed as Jane quickly thrust her finger 
even further up into her anal passage. The girl's body moved 
sensuously as Jane brought her to a reluctant orgasm. Annette 
could not help herself as she threw back her head, moaning 
loudly as she climaxed. Wendy watched on helplessly, aware 
that her turn was to come. She squeezed her legs together 
miserably aware that she was already wet between her legs. 
Lady Rawlings observed the proceedings, occasionally casting 
an eye over to Wendy who was trembling visibly. She had 
decided to observe rather than participate in order to see how 
Jane coped with the girls. Annette could control her limbs no 
longer and sank to the floor as her climax receded. She was 
only just aware of Jane's fingers being gently withdrawn from 
her vagina and her bottom. Her face rested on the carpet as 
she became aware of gentle fingers being stroked down her back 
and over her buttocks. After a few moments caressing the 
prostrate girl Jane spoke gently to her. "Get up now and go 
and sit on Her ladyships knee." Victoria smiled knowing that 
Jane was aware that she had been dying to stroke the girl and 
yet had desisted for the sake of her new governess. Jane sat 
back in her chair. "Why Wendy you are trembling come and stand 
in front of me you poor girl, whatever is the matter don't you 
think your friend enjoyed that." Wendy's face was a picture of 
distress as she came to stand in front of the new governess. 
"Well Wendy don't you think she enjoyed it." Wendy managed to 
stammer an answer. "er.. I don't know Miss." She looked 
sheepish as she answered. The cool stare of the new young 
governess unnerved her. "Well turn around and ask her, there's 
a good girl." Wendy blushed a deep red and turned to Annette 
who was sitting on her Ladyships knee. Her head was laid 
against her Mistress's shoulder and her eyes were closed. Lady 
Rawlings softly stoked her fingers over the girl's breasts and 
tummy her other hand gently holding the girls waist. "D'..did 
you enjoy that Annette?" Wendy's question was awkward and of 
course unnecessary. Annette looked up at Wendy her eyes 
appearing unfocussed with a dreamy expression. "Yes it was 
lovely." Her voice was soft and low, full of sensuality. Wendy 
turned to the young governess. "Well off with your things, I 
want to have a good look at you." Wendy blushed but something 
in the young woman's voice made her obey immediately. She 
quickly took off her dressing gown and stood up straight in 
her night dress. The silk material was quite transparent and 
Jane could easily see that Wendy had no pubic hair. "Come 
along off with the rest." Wendy blushed again but the effect 
was negligible against her already burning cheeks. She took 
off her night dress taking it over her head and shaking her 
hair as she laid it on the floor. She was tempted to cover her 
pretty breasts but one look at Jane stopped her. Instead she 
pushed her pretty panties down to  her ankles and stepped out 
of them. "Wendy could not help immediately covering her pubis 
as she straightened up. "Hands on your head, come along 
quickly girl." Jane's voice was stern and sharp. "Walk to the 
end of the room like that and then walk back towards me." 
Wendy blushed and bit her pretty lip, her long eyelashes 
dropping to her cheeks as she heard the command. "Blindly she 
placed her hands on her head, her knees squirming together as 
she tried to hide her intimate part from Jane's examining 
stare. "Look at me Wendy." Jane's voice penetrated the girl's 
haze of embarrassment. Wendy reluctantly opened her eyes and 
looked at the pretty young woman sat before her. Jane smiled 
at her "Don't be a shy girl, we are all friends here, just do 
as you are told.. we don't want to get off on the wrong foot 
do we." Wendy could not help responding to the friendly smile. 
"I'm sorry Miss." she turned and walked self consciously 
toward the door at the far end of the room, turning her body 
around she stood for a moment as if waiting for further 
instruction and then walked slowly back to the chairs by the 
fireside. Jane was delighted with the girl. She did not like 
girls that were brazen or brash. It was the delicate nature 
and timidity of a sensitive young girl that appealed to her. 
She stood up as Wendy approached and stood in front of her. 
Placing her hands on the girl's shoulders she turned her round 
and quickly bent her over. "Hold on to your ankles Wendy 
there's a good girl." Wendy quickly took her hands from her 
head and grasped her ankles. She gasped as she felt the smooth 
palm of Jane's hand run down her back and over the twin 
hillocks of her bottom. "Legs apart, come along now." Jane 
forced her hand between the trembling girl's thighs making her 
spread her legs wider. Wendy grunted as she shuffled her legs 
apart still managing to clasp her ankles. She shivered as she 
felt Jane's hand under her tummy quickly moving across the 
sensitive flesh to cup her naked pubis. She shuddered as she 
felt Jane's other hand move over her buttocks and part the 
cheeks of her bottom. She could not help shuddering as she 
felt a finger probe the tender opening of her sphincter. "You 
naughty girl you are all wet." Jane chided as she pushed two 
fingers up between the smoothly shaven labia, delicately 
sliding them up and down the plump folds of flesh. Deftly she 
pushed her fingers straight up into the vagina. Jane was 
delighted to find the girl so wet. Quickly her fingers sought 
every part of her tight little orifice. Her experienced hands 
quickly stimulated the girl to arousal. "Oop's there we are." 
She pushed her forefinger up into the girl's bottom 
simultaneously pushing her other fingers further up into the 
vagina. Suddenly she pulled her fingers from the girl and held 
her hand flat against the trembling girl's tummy, pulling her 
finger out of her squirming bottom. She felt the sphincter 
firmly contract over her knuckle as she withdrew. Jane quickly 
pulled the bending girl towards her chair and sat down placing 
the naked girl face down over her knee. Before the Wendy could 
protest Jane had pushed her hand between the parted legs and 
slid her fingers between the fleshy folds of skin. Immediately 
she pushed two fingers back up into the moist vagina and 
proceeded to explore and stimulate  the sensitive opening. 
Wendy could not help thrusting her hips forward against Jane's 
hand, her young body responding naively to the woman's expert 
ministrations. Jane felt beneath the girl with her free hand, 
cupping her young breast she pinched the nipple, it's point 
was hard with desire. "My you are a sensitive young thing I 
see I shall have to take you in hand." Her words were designed 
to inflame and embarrass as she cleverly moved her fingers 
inside the tight warm passage. "Arggghh mmmmmnnn  Misss.sss. 
"Wendy could not help herself moaning as Jane cleverly kept 
her balanced on the very verge of  an orgasm.

 Her fingers seemed to know exactly what to do to bring the 
girl's naked body to the peak of excitement. "Jane took her 
hand from the soft flesh of the girl's breast and began to 
stroke her shoulders before moving lower and gently running 
her fingers down over the quivering buttocks. She felt the 
vaginal muscles expand and contract, squeezing her fingers as 
the girl climaxed. She raised her free hand and brought it 
down sharply over the soft flesh of her bottom cheeks slap.. 
slap.. slap. The young girl bucked and reared as she exploded 
into her orgasm. She had never felt like this before, she 
raised her head and wailed as wave after wave of intense 
please gripped her. Both Annette and Lady Rawlings were 
startled by the intensity of the writhing form as she  lay 
straddled naked across the knees of the new governess. In 
contrast to the girl's writhing body Jane looked cool and 
calm. Her delicate features were perfectly made up, her shiny 
hair neatly pulled back into a velvet bow at the back of her 
head. She was looking down at the naked girl on her knee, her 
face a picture of tenderness and love. Annette looked lovingly 
at her as she brought her young companion to an intense pitch 
of ecstasy. Jane was in complete control of the girl's 
emotions, playing with her body so expertly that the poor girl 
could not help but writhe uncontrollably under the experienced 
hands of her young tormentor. "Arggghhhh.. mmmmnnnn.. mm" 
Please.. Miss. please.. no more." Wendy's voice was low and 
pleading, she gasped for air as Jane's finger once again moved 
firmly inside her. "Arrrggghhh.. mmmnnn." Wendy thrashed her 
head from side to side as Jane played with her body like a 
Maestro would play a beloved instrument. Jane decreased the 
speed and pressure of her fingers as she felt the young girl 
begin to hyperventilate, her slender torso heaving in quick 
spasms. Jane knew that the girl would not be able to withstand 
any further stimulation without fainting. With the utmost 
tenderness she gently pulled her fingers from between the 
girl's legs and laid her hand gently over her quivering 
buttocks. She put her other arm around the girl's slender 
waist and gently turned her over, placing her head lovingly 
next to her own, against the cushions of the chair. Jane 
lowered her head and kissed the girl full on the lips 
thrusting her tongue deep inside her mouth. Pulling her head 
away, she looked into her eyes. "What a beautiful girl you are 
Wendy, just lie quietly while you calm down." She kissed the 
girl again." Jane was delighted to see the innocent look of 
love and tenderness within the young girl's eyes. She stroked 
her tender breasts with soft downward strokes over her 
nipples, gently moving her fingers down over the soft flesh of  
her heaving torso and tummy. "Just relax my darling little 
girl, and let me take care of you." Jane was delighted as she 
felt the young girl take her hand and squeeze it, before 
softly nestling her head against her shoulder. 

Both Jane and Her Lady ship sat quietly occasionally caressing 
the naked young girls  upon their knees. The flames from the 
fire cast a rich orange glow upon the girl's naked flesh.

It was over half an hour before Jane gently moved Wendy to a 
sitting position upon her knee. "You can get up now Wendy." 
She said softly as she helped the girl to her feet. You too 
Annette, I want you  to stand over there side by side so I can 
have another look at you both before you go to bed." The two 
young girl's did as they were bid, standing side by side in 
the warm glow of the fire. "Don't they make a lovely sight 
your Ladyship?" Jane enquired as she got up to sit on the arm 
of Her Ladyship's chair.

"Right you can put your night-dresses back on but not your 
panties. You will be much better without those with you both 
having been shaved. You can take your dressing gowns over your 
arms it's very warm in the house." Both Jane and Victoria 
watched as the girl's obeyed Jane's instructions. They took 
delight in watching the girl's stretch upwards as they put the 
flimsy garment over their heads. "Turn around and off you go 
then. I will be up to kiss you both goodnight when you are in 
bed." Lady Rawlings looked across at Jane, marvelling in the 
young woman's ingenuity. Of course what could be more 
effective in binding the girls to her than kissing them as 
they lay tucked up in bed. It would make them feel totally 
secure and childlike. Jane watched the girls turn and leave 
the room their pretty bottoms naked below the short hems of 
their night-dresses.







Rachael and Claire stood in front of Diane's desk. Behind them 
Veronica was seated on the arm of one of the leather 
Chesterfield chairs. She was looking on with interest, noting  
the girls humility in her presence. The study door was open 
revealing the opulent drawing room beyond. Diane's suite of 
rooms were situated on the second floor of  the east wing of 
the Manor house. Behind her desk the large ornate stone framed 
window looked over the picturesque gardens below. "Now I want 
you both to listen carefully and obey the instructions I am 
about to give you. It is of paramount importance that you obey 
me to the letter and clarify any queries you may have before 
you go, is that clear?" Diane's voice was firm but pleasant. 
She looked the two girls over, as she sat back in the 
exquisitely carved high backed chair. She was amused to see 
the slight wariness in their faces as they stood before her, 
wondering why they had been summoned to her rooms. Rachael was 
sure by her Mistress's tone that they were not to be chastised 
for some misdemeanour, she had already searched her memory for 
a reason to be called but could find none. "You may have heard 
that Wendy and Annette have been looking after Richard, whom I 
know you have already met." Their duties have been to look 
after his room and clothes as well of course as his personal 
welfare. As you are probably aware young boys do not always 
take care of their personal hygiene as they should and to 
remedy that, Lady Rawlings has supervised the boy's bath-
times. She has also instructed Wendy and Annette how to bathe 
the boy. There will be times like today when no-one is 
available to look after Richard so I am going to instruct you 
how to wash and bathe him." Diane looked at the girl's faces 
and saw  the merest hint of a satisfied smile on Rachael's 
face. "She was sure that the girls already knew about Wendy 
and Annette bathing the boy and possibly most of the detail." 
You must remember that although Richard is not much younger 
than you he is still a young boy. I do not want any casual 
conversation or gossip with him. You must be figures of 
authority and make sure that he does exactly what you tell him 
to do, is that clear?" "Yes Miss Diane." They both replied in 
unison. Diane noted that they were quite relaxed now that they 
knew the reason for their visit to her rooms. Previous visits 
had not always been pleasant. Diane proceeded to tell them in 
detail the precise way in which they were to handle Richard. 
She noted Claire's faint blush as she told them how to handle 
his genitals and how to make sure that his bottom was 
perfectly clean. She was sure she detected a sly smile from 
both girl's as she told them to expect his penis to become 
erect.

Veronica got up and walked through to the drawing room. "I'll 
leave you to it for a while, give me a call when you've 
finished." She called to her friend as she disappeared through 
the door. Diane continued with her detailed briefing to the 
two young girls. "Now words are important. The boy is not 
going to obey you if you are not in command and the tone of 
your voice and choice of words are just as effective as your 
actions. Do you understand me?" Both girls nodded vigorously. 
Diane looked at Rachael's face,  her big brown eyes bore 
little trace of makeup and yet she could have graced the cover 
of any magazine. Her jet black hair was cut straight just 
above her shoulders. Her hair shone in the sunlight from the 
window as she nodded her head. She wore, as did Claire, a 
white nylon kitchen coat. Diane could see the darker colour of 
her bra and panties through the material. Although Rachael was 
the largest of all the girl's, her body was not fat. Diane had 
seen her naked many times and had often marvelled at her firm, 
well toned figure. "Right let's get down to a more practical 
demonstration of how I want you both to behave." Diane got up 
from her chair and moved to the open doorway of her drawing 
room. "Rachael, take all your clothes off  and when you have 
done so I would like you to come to the bathroom. Claire you 
may follow me now." Diane did not wait for a reply as she 
proceeded through the doorway and into the drawing room. Diane 
had just had chance to see the shock on the young girls faces 
before she had turned to leave the study. She knew that if she 
were not present Rachael would not be able to plead or protest 
her instructions. She could here hurried whispers and then 
quick footsteps following behind her as she passed through the 
drawing room and into the hallway which led to her bedroom and 
bathroom. Diane entered the bathroom to see Veronica sitting 
on the side of the large tub in which hot water was steaming. 
Veronica had filled the bath to half full before switching off 
the gold plated taps. She smiled at Diane and Claire as they 
entered, noticing Claire's blushing face as she hurried to 
keep up with her young mistress. "OK Claire you are going to 
be you - and Rachael is going to take the place of Richard. 
Now obviously there will be two of you bathing Richard so 
Veronica will take the place of Rachael. Rachael entered the 
bathroom just as her name was being spoken. She was blushing 
profusely, one arm was crossed over her breasts, while her 
other arm was pressed to her body with her hand over the dark 
hair at the juncture of her thighs. Her shoulders were hunched 
forward as if trying to lessen the fullness of her breasts. 
"You silly girl what on earth do you think you are doing. 
Stand up straight, and put your hands by your side.. you look 
ridiculous like that." Diane's voice was sharp and clear, it's 
amplitude increased by the marble walls of the sumptuous 
bathroom. Rachael blushed an even deeper shade of red as she 
reluctantly let her hands fall to her sides and stood up 
straight. Her body was quite magnificent. The flesh of her 
breasts swelled from just below her shoulders. Her upper chest 
was quite broad which tended to separate the firmly rounded 
orbs of her breasts. The bottom of her rib cage swelled the 
flesh of her torso accentuating the firm stomach muscles. Her 
waist  narrowed down to the soft pliant flesh of her tummy 
which dipped and then swelled into the swollen mound of her 
pubis. A small triangle of black hair neatly delineated the 
top of her firm thighs. Her long tanned legs were well 
muscled, the skin glistening with health as she stood timidly 
in front of her mistress. Diane looked at the girls face, the 
lips of her wide sensuous mouth trembled as she stood naked 
and shamefaced. "Right as I have told Claire you are going to 
take the place of Richard so that I can show you both exactly 
what I want. Veronica will take your place, so although you 
are our model for this evening I want you take notice of 
everything that Veronica does." Diane smiled. "Of course you 
will feel what she is doing won't you." Veronica moved toward 
Rachael and took her arm pulling her toward the bath. Come 
along into the bath, we haven't got all night." Rachael 
blushed as Veronica helped her into the bath. Diane noticed 
the stripes faintly visible on the girl's buttocks. "Do as you 
are told and take note of Veronica and Claire's words as well 
as actions, you don't want me to add to those stripes on your 
pretty bottom do you." Rachael Blushed and turned to Diane as 
she stepped into the water. "No Miss, I'm sorry." Diane smiled 
kindly at her. "All right Rachael, stand up straight and take 
your medicine." Veronica took hold of the girl's hip and 
turned her round to face her. Now Claire and I are going to 
bathe you so stand up straight, hands on your head like a good 
girl. Diane moved behind Claire and whispered gently in her 
ear. "You are in charge so take control of the situation." 
Claire stooped over the bath, her body moving gracefully as 
she picked up a perfumed bar of soap from the ornate gold tray 
which was set into the marble wall. "Stand up straight there's 
a good girl she said softly. She averted her eyes from 
Rachael's gaze as she smoothed her hands over the soft flesh, 
delicately applying soap to her tummy. Veronica sat on the 
side of the bath and began to soap the girl's legs, her long 
fingers lovingly caressing the smooth skin at the backs of her 
knees. "Now I want you to be obedient to Claire." Veronica's 
instruction was more designed to encourage Claire to take 
charge than to admonish Rachael. Claire understood what was 
required of her and slowly her hands became boulder. 
Occasionally she glanced over at Diane and Veronica to receive 
their nods of approval as she became even bolder. "Right open 
your legs so that I can wash between your bottom." Rachael 
blushed as her young companion moved her legs apart. "Now bend 
over so that I can get at you properly." Little by little 
Claire began to ignore the embarrassment her friend must be 
feeling, instead she concentrated on what she must do to 
satisfy her mistress. "Quickly now bend over." She slapped the 
plump firm buttocks as she pushed down upon the girl's  naked 
torso. "Over you go that's the way. Her fingers became bolder, 
firmly pushing her hand between the soft globes of flesh she 
pushed her forefinger hard against the sphincter. Rachael 
squeezed her buttocks together trying to stand up as she felt 
an acute pressure against the vulnerable sensitive membranes 
of her bottom. Claire immediately pushed down on the girl's 
back and withdrew her hand from between her buttocks. Slap.. 
slap.. slap.. She smacked the tender buttocks hard, watching 
the resilient flesh of the cheeks become red. "You naughty 
girl, now you keep still while I wash you properly." This time 
there was no resistance as she firmly pushed her soapy finger 
against the tightly puckered star of the young girl's 
sphincter. "Relax now. oops there we are." She remembered 
Diane's words exactly as she pushed her finger firmly up into 
the quivering bottom. Rachael moaned as she felt the long 
slender intrusion into her tender young bottom. "Now 
straighten up there's a good girl." Claire's instruction was 
followed by her hand pushing up underneath the girl's breasts. 
Rachael reluctantly stood up aware of the extra pressure of 
the finger inside her as her sphincter contracted. Without 
warning Rachael felt soapy fingers slide down over her tummy 
and over the sensitive flesh between her legs. "Arrggghh 
arrggh" She could not help crying out as Claire pushed a  
finger between the sensitive folds of flesh. "Stand up 
straight there's a good girl." Claire chided as her fingers 
gently probed the crease between her legs. Arrrggghhh  
arrgghhh. Rachael could do nothing as Claire's busy fingers 
found her most private passage. "Ooooohhh.. ooo." She felt 
weak at the knees as two slim fingers gently squirmed their 
way up into her tight orifice. "There we are, we do want to be 
clean all over don't we." Claire was now enjoying herself 
immensely. She could see that her friend was becoming sexually 
aroused. Veronica stepped forward and took hold of the girls 
nipples, tweaking the hard nubs of flesh between her elegant 
fingers. Rachael moaned as together the girls brought her to a 
state of sexual arousal. "There.. there try and keep still 
won't you." Claire's voice was soft as her busy fingers moved 
quickly inside the girl's vagina. She pushed harder with her 
finger inside the quivering bottom, making her young friend 
squirm. "Come along now there's no need to blush." Her voice 
was soft and low as she looked up into Rachael's blushing 
face. She could see that her eyes were tightly closed, her 
pretty lips trembled as she increased the speed of her 
fingers. Veronica tweaked the nipples harder as she felt the 
girl begin to tremble from head to foot. "It will soon be over 
now Claire whispered softly, her fingers seeking the most 
intimate of places inside the girl. "Argghh arrgghh. 
argggggghhhhhhhhhhhh." Rachael's whole body stiffened as she 
began to climax. Claire could feel the subtle contractions 
inside the girl's vagina as her busy fingers quickened inside 
the sensitive flesh. Veronica slid her hand down the girls 
tummy and scraped her finger over the nub of the clitoris as 
Claire quickly manipulated her fingers up inside her. "There, 
there.. you are in a state.. you poor girl, you've no control 
at all." Claire's words preceded a firm push with her finger 
up inside the girl's bottom as she climaxed. "My you are a 
sensitive girl.. aren't you. She punctuated her words with 
firmer movements between the girl's legs and bottom cheeks. 
Arggggghhhhh  agggghhghhh.. ooooooooohhhhhhh. Rachael was 
beside herself, drowning in sexual ecstasy as their fingers 
played diligently inside her. "Arrggghhhhh  arrgggghhhhh." 
Wave after wave of sensation enveloped her body. Her breasts 
thrust forward as she heaved for breath, her buttocks quivered 
as her body shook. "Well who would have thought you that you 
would be so sensitive, you poor girl." Claire's words made 
Rachael shudder once more. Slowly Claire let her fingers 
become still inside the girl. She held her firmly, feeling 
Veronica remove her hand from the clitoris. Gently she 
withdrew her own finger from the sphincter and patted the soft 
mound of flesh of the pubis as she slid her fingers out of the 
tight vaginal passage. Veronica put her hand around Rachael's 
trembling  shoulders and held her steadily as they let her 
body sit down in the warm water. They laid her head back 
against the slope of the bath and gently stroked her breasts 
and tummy. Diane was delighted with the performance, she 
leaned forward and gently kissed Claire's cheek. "Good girl." 
She whispered. Claire moved away from the bath as Diane knelt 
beside Veronica and lifted Rachael's head between her hands. 
"She pressed her lips to the girl's and kissed her 
passionately. "I am going to leave you now, come and see me as 
soon as you are ready I will be in my study. Veronica and 
Diane stood up and left Claire alone with Rachael. 









Richard sat on his bed, his face blushing furiously as he 
looked up at Claire and Rachael. "Now don't make a fuss 
there's a good boy. off with your clothes and come through 
into the bathroom when you have undressed." Claire's voice was 
friendly but firm as she addressed the young boy. Both Rachael 
and Claire were wearing crisp white tunics which Diane had 
given them. The hems were cut short to mid thigh, which showed 
off their bare legs to best advantage. Diane had insisted that 
they wore no underwear, knowing that they would be more aware 
of their own bodies as they bathed the boy. "Hurry up there's 
a good boy." Rachael spoke softly to Richard as she leaned 
down and gently stroked his blushing cheek, before turning and 
following Claire into the bathroom. Richard was dumbfounded, 
he sat unmoving as he took in the situation. He felt totally 
humiliated as he slowly began to take off his clothes. He had 
always dreaded the humiliation of being bathed by Wendy and 
Annette, but now he was to be bathed by two young girls that 
had never seen him naked. Richard had only briefly met Claire 
and Rachael when he had been the kitchen for tea. He had felt 
more at ease with them because of the fact that they had not 
been privy to the previous humiliations that he had been 
subjected to by the other girls. Now it was all to change. 
Slowly his trembling fingers undid the buttons of his shirt. 
He took off his shirt and trousers and then his socks and 
shoes. He could not bring himself to take off his underpants 
and after some deliberation he timidly walked into the 
bathroom naked save for the cotton garment. Rachael and Claire 
turned toward him as he came into the bathroom. Rachael smiled 
as she noticed he had kept his underpants on. "Come and stand 
by the bath there's a good boy. Why on earth are you wearing 
those, you can't wear those in the bath you silly boy. come 
here." Rachael sat on the edge of the bath and beckoned the 
boy towards her. Reluctantly Richard moved to stand in front 
of her, his face coloured crimson as she lifted his chin to 
look into his eyes. "My you are a shy one." She said as she 
deftly pulled his underpants down to his knees. Richard looked 
down his face was burning red as she instructed him to step 
out of the pants. Richard could not help clasping his hands to 
his groin as she uncovered him. Claire put her arm around his 
waist and gently urged him to step into the bath. "Come along 
get in and stand up facing the taps. We are going to give you 
a nice warm bath, aren't we Rachael." Richard stepped into the 
bath acutely aware of his own nakedness and the gentle touch 
of their hands as they helped him in. "Stand straight now, 
hands on your head, lets have no nonsense." Claire spoke 
firmly as she pulled his hands away from his groin and made 
him put them on his head. She stood back and admired the boy's 
naked body as Rachael picked up the soap and began to soap his 
legs. Richard stood straight his eyes tightly shut as he felt 
gentle hands begin to soap his body. He was trembling from 
head to foot as Rachael covered his legs and thighs with soapy 
lather. Claire began to soap his shoulders, her delicate 
fingers caressing the back of his neck, while she ran the 
fingers of her other hand gently over his chest, her nails 
softly teasing the brown aureoles of his nipples. 

They soaped him thoroughly although deliberately avoiding his 
genitals and buttocks. It was with delight that both noticed 
his penis begin to erect. Claire looked up at his face which 
was beetroot red. His eyes were shut tightly and his lips were 
trembling. "You needn't shut your eyes Richard, we are not 
going to wash your hair tonight." Rachael looked at Claire 
with amusement as Claire continued. "Come along open your eyes 
there's a good boy. Richard opened his eyes and looked at the 
girls, he blushed an even deeper shade as they smiled at him. 
"Don't be a shy boy, look here what is the meaning of this." 
Richard could not help looking down as Claire deliberately 
took hold of his semi-erect penis in her slim fingers. "Why is 
your penis getting stiff?. are you not able to control 
yourself." She looked Richard straight in the eyes as she 
firmly squeezed the organ, pulling the foreskin back as her 
hand slid down the shaft. With her free hand she cupped his 
testicles drawing them forward from between his legs. Rachael 
took her cue from Claire and slipped her hand between his 
buttocks, rubbing her fingers up and down between the crease 
she located the opening of the sphincter. She gently probed 
with her forefinger until her fingertip rested against the 
puckered orifice. Without warning she pushed her soapy finger 
straight up into his bottom. "Arrgggh" Richard gasped as he 
felt the rude intrusion stretch the membranes of his 
sphincter. "There that's better I can make sure your bottom is 
nice and clean. Bend over and put your hand on the end of the 
bath and then I can get at you a little easier." Rachel spoke 
her well rehearsed dialogue as Claire helped the boy to bend 
over. Claire retained her grip on his penis as she placed her 
other hand on his back pushing him down until he was bent over 
with his hands resting on either side of the taps.

Richard's body was trembling from head to foot as the girl's 
quickly stimulated him. Rachael pushed deep into his bottom 
with her finger until she located the sensitive prostate. She 
quickly curled her finger rubbing the fingertip over the 
gland. She felt the boy jerk and try to straighten up as she 
manipulated her finger within him. With her free hand she 
smacked his bottom smartly leaving a red imprint of her hand 
across his upturned buttocks. "Try and be a good boy Richard, 
we have to wash you thoroughly you know." Rachel spoke firmly 
as she continued to probe deep within him. Rachel could see 
Claire's hands busily moving under the boy's tummy. Claire was 
pushing the foreskin back until the skin was stretched tight 
and then pulling upwards. She reached her other hand beneath 
him and took hold of his scrotum squeezing gently but firmly 
as she quickened the pace of her fingers up and down the shaft 
of his penis. "Right stand up straight. Hands back on you head 
there's a good boy. quickly now." Claire's voice was firm as 
she got the boy to stand upright. His face was contorted with 
anguish as he placed his hands back on his head. Richard felt 
utterly humiliated, he could not help looking at Claire with 
an anguished expression as she briskly pushed his foreskin 
back exposing the glans of his penis fully. He trembled as he 
felt Rachel push her finger even further up into his bottom. 
"Right keep still and try not to wriggle while I soap under 
your foreskin. Young boys never seem to wash themselves 
properly there so do try and keep still." Claire was totally 
aware of the humiliating effect their words and actions were 
having on the boy. She squeezed her legs together sensitive to 
her own nakedness beneath the cotton tunic. Rachel stroked her 
free hand over the front of the boy's thighs and cupped his 
testicles as Claire reached for the soap. "Shall I hold his 
testicles out of the way while you soap his penis?" She asked 
Claire sweetly, noting Richard's look of abject embarrassment. 
"Now look at me." Said Claire as she began to soap around the 
rim of his penis. "This is where young boys need to keep 
clean." She deftly rubbed firmly backwards and forwards over 
the sensitive flesh causing Richard to bend forward in an 
effort to pull away. Rachael quickly pushed her finger even 
deeper up into his bottom making the boy stand upright once 
more, Richard began to tremble as the girls quickly brought 
him to the edge of a climax. His body shook uncontrollably as 
they cleverly excited him to a fever pitch. "Arggghhh.. 
pleeee.ease Miss. I can't stand it.. mmmmnn." Richard maoned 
and groaned as the girls increased the tempo of their fingers. 
"Come along there's a good boy try and keep still." Rachael 
cooed as she watched the boy ejaculate. Semen spurted from the 
tip of his penis as his whole body heaved with emotion. 
"Argggghhhh. mnnnnghghg..oooohhhhh pleee.eease   
Missssss..sss." Richard was close to fainting as the girls 
continued to excite him. His knee's began to buckle as he 
continued to ejaculate. He moaned incoherently as Rachael 
squeezed his testicles firmly, simultaneously pushing her 
finger hard up into his bottom. "Arrggghhh. arggghhhh" Richard 
moaned and groaned as the girls extracted every drop from him. 
The boy's chest heaved as he fought for breath. Claire 
immediately   slowed the pace of her fingers. She looked at 
Rachael indicating the boy's distress. Rachel relaxed her grip 
on his testicles and gently pulled her finger from his 
bottom,. She reached her hand to the boy's blushing face and 
caressed his cheek. There, there Richard you have been a good 
boy, try and stand still for another minute while we rinse you 
off then you can get out. "Open your eyes and look at me." She 
smiled sweetly at him as he opened his eyes, she could see the 
look of utter humiliation on his face as she stroked her hands 
over his body. They rinsed him gently and helped him from the 
bath. Rachael took a soft bath towel and began to dry him. She 
heard him groan inwardly as she took his penis and began to 
pat it dry, carefully avoiding rubbing the towel against the 
sensitive glans. They led him from the bathroom and into the 
bedroom and sat him on the bed while Rachel took a new 
towelling bathrobe from his wardrobe and beckoned him to stand 
up in front of her. She slipped the garment over his shoulders 
aware that her breasts were pressing against his chest as she 
helped him put his arms into the sleeves. Rachel left the 
dressing gown open in front so that the boy was fully exposed 
as she turned him toward Claire who had picked up a hair 
brush. Deliberately Claire reached forward and took hold of 
the boy's penis, feeling the softness of the now flaccid flesh 
as she pulled him forward until she was able to sit on the bed 
with Richard standing facing her. She looked up into his 
blushing face as she began to gently brush the neat pubic hair 
around his penis. "You have a really lovely body Richard, why 
do you get so embarrassed in front of Rachael and I?. don't 
you like us?" Richard blushed profusely as Claire continued to 
brush down over his pubic hair. "Of course Miss. I d..do like 
you I .I just get embarrassed." Richard stammered. "Well try 
and be a bit more at ease the next time we have to bath you. 
We do have other work to do you know. and Lady Rawlings would 
be cross if she thought you were being uncooperative." Richard 
blushed once more as she squeezed his penis, he could feel 
himself beginning to erect and was powerless to stop it. 
Pleee..ease d.. don't Misss I feel funny." Richard gasped as 
Claire pushed his foreskin back over the shaft of the penis 
until the skin was stretched tightly. "Don't be a silly boy. 
you should have more control over yourself." Claire chided him 
as she gave his penis one last squeeze before letting go. She 
stood up and walked to the dressing table. She took a 
decorative tin of talcum powder from the dresser top and put 
it into the pocket of her tunic. Rachel stepped forward and 
turned the boy around until he was facing her. She put her 
hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes and smiled 
sweetly at him. Her pretty eyes twinkled beneath the long 
lashes as she looked closely into his face. "You really must 
not get so embarrassed Richard, you really are a lovely boy. 
Sit on the bed and lie back I am just going to check you over 
before." Rachael cut her sentence short. She pushed Richard 
down on to his bed and sat down beside him. Richard tried to 
cover himself as the dressing gown parted leaving the front of 
his body totally uncovered. "Lie back there's a good boy and 
put your hands behind your head." She watched as Richard 
obeyed. Gently Rachael pushed his legs apart and took hod of 
the timid flesh of his penis. With finger and thumb only she 
pulled the foreskin down and placed the flattened palm of her 
other hand over the sensitive opening. Slowly she rubbed the 
flattened palm over the very tip of the penis, rubbing gently 
in a circular motion. Richard jerked his hips at the 
excruciating sensation right at the very tip of his penis. 
"Keep still now, I just want your penis to become a little 
stiffer so that I can look behind the foreskin properly." 
Richard blushed profusely as Rachael looked at him. Her pretty 
face smiling down at him. Claire came and sat at the other 
side of the boy. She leaned over him, her head next to 
Rachael's and lowered her face until her lips were almost 
touching his. "Just relax there's a good boy. Rachael is going 
to have a little look at your penis. We really care for you 
Richard so try and be good won't you." Richard looked into her 
eyes, seeing her affectionate expression. "I'm sorry miss.. I 
just can't help it." A tear rolled down his cheek as he looked 
into her eyes. "Never mind Richard, I know it must be 
difficult." She leaned her head forward and placed her lips 
over his. Richard could feel her tongue push past his lips and 
deep into his mouth. The combined effect of the kiss and the 
acute sensations of their hands upon his body overwhelmed him. 
His chest heaved as he fought for breath, his body tensed to 
breaking point. Rachael increased the motion of her hands upon 
him, sensing just how sensitive the tip of the penis must be 
by the boy's reactions. She watched, fascinated as the organ 
erected fully. Gently she pushed the foreskin up and down the 
shaft at the same time increasing the pressure of her open 
palm upon the tip of the opening. She could see his slender 
hips writhe as she increased the pressure. She stopped 
abruptly as she felt his penis suddenly begin to throb beneath 
her hands. She quickly took her hands away and without knowing 
why gently squeezed his testicles. She got up from the bed and 
tapped Claire on the shoulder. "I think it is time Richard 
came to the kitchens for his tea she said knowingly to Claire. 
Claire patted Richard's blushing cheek as she took her lips 
away from his. She could see that his eyes were unfocussed and 
that he was in distress. "Oh dear Richard was that to much for 
you. I suppose it has been quite traumatic for you." She got 
up and stood by the side of the bed looking down at him. 
"Stand up there's a good boy and we will take you down for 
some tea. Richard  sat up feeling rather groggy as his hands 
groped to find the cord and fasten his dressing gown. He was 
unable to hide the bulge of his erect penis as he stood up. 
Rachael looked down and laughed, you really will have to do 
something about that Richard." He blushed furiously as he put 
his hands into the deep pockets of the dressing gown and 
clasped his penis to the side as he followed the girls out of 
the room.







Richard ate with relish the food that Claire and Rachael had 
prepared for him. His earlier embarrassment had now completely 
disappeared, The girls had been careful not to refer to his 
bath and had instead talked to him about the estate and the 
different areas that he would find interesting Claire had 
noticed a slight furrowing of his brow as she mentioned the 
lake. She was aware of the happenings there from Wendy and  
instead of rapidly changing the subject she talked of the 
wildlife to be found in the woods at the other side of the 
lake. Rachael listened to the conversation as she busied 
herself about the kitchen clearing away plates and utensils. 
She was aware of the clever way that Claire had handled the 
conversation and without resentment realised that she could 
not have done so well. Rachael finished clearing up and turned 
to Claire. Right I'm finished shall we see Richard to bed?" 
Claire smiled knowingly. "I would like to pop by the living 
room on the way if you don't mind." Rachael watched Richard 
get up from his seat. "O.K. lead the way and we will follow." 
Rachael said as she followed behind Richard as Claire led the 
way out of the kitchen.

Claire opened the door to the living room without knocking she 
was not surprised to see Diane seated on the settee or 
Veronica seated opposite her. "Oh sorry Miss I didn't realise 
you would be in here." The lie slid smoothly from her tongue 
as she moved into the living room. Rachael pushed the boy 
forward and entered the room behind him. "Ah.. there you are 
Richard I trust you have been bathed, come and let me have a 
look at you." Diane smiled at the boy as she spoke, wickedly 
aware of what she had instructed the girls to do to him during 
his bath. Rachael pushed the bewildered boy towards the 
settee. "That will be all then Claire and Rachael, I will see 
that Richard gets to bed on time." Gratefully Claire and 
Rachael turned to leave, their part in the charade now over. 
Claire quickly took the tin of talcum powder from her pocket 
and placed it on the arm of the settee as she moved toward the 
door. Diane  looked up at Richard as he stumbled rather than 
walked to the settee. "Did you have a nice bath.?" Diane 
looked up sweetly at the boy watching him blush as she asked 
the question. "Er,, yes.. er Miss." Richard did not know what 
to say he was overwhelmed by the beauty of his young mistress. 
Diane was wearing a short night-dress over which she wore a 
light silk dressing gown draped across her shoulders. The 
neckline of the night dress was cut low and showed her firm 
breasts almost to the nipple as she leaned forward. Her bare 
legs glistened  with health and vitality as she lazily 
stretched them out in front of her. Richard could not help 
looking down at her as she rubbed her thighs together before 
putting her feet on the floor and sitting forward. "Come 
closer Richard I can't see you properly if you stand there." 
Richard shuffled forward until his dressing gown almost 
touched her shins "That's better I can have a look at you 
now." Without warning she reached for the belt of his dressing 
gown and pulled the ends of the cord. Before he could protest 
she had opened the gown wide bearing his body to her gaze. 
"Hands on your head there's a good boy I don't want any 
disobedience." Her word managed to stop Richard in the act of 
quickly clasping his groin. Reluctantly he diverted his hands, 
slowly raising them above his head. She looked intently at his 
body, ignoring his blushes. Richard looked up towards the 
ceiling as if to distant himself from the embarrassment that 
he felt. Diane held the dressing gown open while she examined 
his body in minute detail, noting the firm stomach and thighs, 
before moving her attention to his genitals. She continued to 
look at him for several minutes before moving her gaze up to 
his blushing face. Richard lowered his head just as  Diane 
looked up at him. He could not help blushing profusely as 
their eyes met. Quietly Veronica got up and moved behind him, 
gently holding his wrists, she took his hands from his head 
and placed them at his sides. Slowly she pulled the dressing 
gown from his shoulder and let it slip down his arms and onto 
the floor. "Right turn around so that I can look at the back 
of you, come along lively now." Diane watched his face as she 
spoke, knowing that the boy would have to reveal his nakedness 
to her friend as he turned to face away from her. Diane took 
hold of his waist and turned him noting the helpless look upon 
his face as he did as he was bid. Richard blushed once more as 
he saw Veronica look into his eyes. She placed a hand under 
his chin and lifted his face so that he could not avoid her 
gaze. His face felt hot against her cool fingers. "My you seem 
to be on fire Richard, have you got a temperature." Richard 
could not avoid Veronica's cool gaze as he mumbled an answer. 
"N..n'no Miss I d..d'dont think so." "Well I think we ought to 
check you just the same." I'll go and get a thermometer, I 
think there is one in the medicine cabinets in the dispensary 
next to your mothers office isn't there. Veronica looked over 
the boy's shoulder to her friend seated on the settee. Diane 
smiled with delight, knowing exactly the instrument her friend 
was thinking of. "Yes I am sure I saw one in there the other 
day." Diane replied as she took hold of Richard's hips and 
moved him to the side of her legs so that he was facing 
sideways to her. "Right Richard let's have a look at you, bend 
over and lay across my knees, I want to put some talcum powder 
on your bottom." Richard blushed immediately, hardly believing 
what he was hearing as Diane placed her hand on the small of 
his back urging him to bend forward. "Right Richard all the 
way over, come along now. that's it over you go." She 
positioned the trembling boy so that his hips were laying 
across her thighs. She relaxed her legs, parting them slightly 
as she pushed her hand between the lower part of his buttocks. 
She took hold of his penis and testicles from above the 
scrotum and positioned them comfortably between her legs. 
Veronica watched as Diane deftly positioned the boy, pulling 
herself and the boy back onto the settee so that his head and 
legs were resting on the cushions with his bottom raised up 
across her shapely tanned thighs. She noticed that Diane's 
night-dress had been pushed up revealing the delicate lace of 
her brief panties. Richard's head was spinning with shame. He 
felt absolutely humiliated as he was positioned like a young 
child into such an embarrassing posture. "Pass me the talcum 
powder before you go would you." Diane said to Veronica with 
an impish grin. Veronica passed the decorative tin of powder 
to her friend. She was almost laughing as she headed toward 
the door. Diane looked down on Richard's firm upturned 
buttocks as she took the lid off the tin. "Right young man we 
will have no nonsense now, just relax your bottom so that I 
can powder between your cheeks. She looked at Richard's face, 
his head was turned to the side facing towards her. She could 
see that his cheeks were a deep beetroot red as he laid 
quietly with his eyes tightly shut. She stroked her hand 
sensuously over his back and down across his raised buttocks, 
marvelling in the perfection of his body. Diane had him right 
where she wanted him. What a lovely plaything she had. A naked 
boy across her lap, malleable and supplicant, hers to do with 
whatever she wished. The turn of events since their first 
meeting in the woods could not have turned out better. A 
thrill ran through her body as she thought of the endless 
possibilities she would have to enjoy herself with him. She 
could feel a slight tremor run through his body as her fingers 
gently stroked over his naked bottom. She shook talcum powder 
over the small of his back and onto both cheeks of his bottom. 
Putting the tin down beside her she used the very tips of her 
fingers to pull the cheeks of his bottom apart. "Just relax 
now, I'm not going to hurt you. Richard shuddered as he felt 
the light but incredibly intimate pressure of her fingers 
parting the cheeks of his bottom. He could not help 
instinctively tensing his buttocks as her fingers pressed 
against his naked flesh. Without warning Diane slapped her 
hand smartly across both cheeks of his bottom. "Don't you dare 
tense your bottom like that now push it up and relax your 
cheeks or I will smack your properly you naughty child." 
Diane's words were designed to humiliate and reduce him to the 
status of a little boy. Diane placed her fingertips once more 
inside the cheeks of his bottom and delicately pulled the 
flesh apart revealing the puckered star of his sphincter. Now 
relax Richard while I put some more powder on you, you've made 
me spill most of it by having to smack you, you naughty boy. 
Diane let go of his bottom while she poured talcum powder over 
the reddened flesh. "Right relax this time or I shall get very 
cross, now push your bottom up and let the cheeks of your 
bottom go slack." Richard groaned as he pushed his bottom 
upwards, arching his back so that his hip were raised barely 
touching the flesh of her legs. To his horror he suddenly felt 
her  squeeze her legs together, trapping his penis between 
them as he strained to raise his bottom. 



Wendy and Annette had just finished helping the new visitor 
unpack when Veronica walked in. "Well done Trishia I see 
you've actually managed to put all your stuff away. I don't 
know why you bother carting all that luggage around for such a 
short stay."  Patricia smiled at Veronica. She was used to 
having her leg pulled about the amount of clothes she had. 
Patricia was in the same year as Veronica and Diane at their 
boarding school. Diane had arranged for Patricia to stay for a 
few days before they all went back to school for their last 
term. Patricia was very tall and slim, in fact the tallest 
girl in the school. Her aristocratic good looks and bearing 
were coupled with an excellent sense of humour which made her 
one of the most popular girls at Charnwood. Veronica, Diane 
and Patricia had been firm friends for years and had come 
through the rigours of their formative time at boarding school 
with a sense of fun and irreverence which was the envy and  of 
many of the younger girls at school. Patricia was wearing a 
beautiful French neglig,e which just managed to cover her 
hips. Her long legs were fashionably slim. Her tiny waist and 
small firm breasts were clearly visible though the diaphanous 
white silk of her neglig,e. "You know I'm a sucker for clothes 
and I know you'd be disappointed if I didn't have at least a 
dozen new outfits to show you and anyway you know I wear them 
beautifully." Patricia laughed at her friend. Her rich chuckle 
echoing around the lavish guest bedroom as she put her arm 
around Veronica's shoulders. Patricia's long blonde hair 
cascaded over her bare shoulders as she hugged her friend. 
"Come on then let's go down I want to see this new young 
plaything of yours. Wendy heard the remark and instantly 
thought of Richard and the certain embarrassment he would be 
put through at the hands of the three girls. "Will you need 
anything else Miss?" Wendy asked primly standing in front of 
the new girl. Patricia looked at her. "No Thankyou Wendy, you 
and Annette have done a most professional job and Thankyou for 
the extra hangers you obviously knew I would need them." 
Patricia looked at the young maid, although only a cursory 
glance Wendy was aware that her eyes had taken in every 
contour of her body. "I think Wendy remembers the amount of 
gear I brought when I stayed last year." Patricia laughed 
again. "I will have a glass of wine when we go down stairs, 
you know how I love the contents of your cellars." "Yes Miss, 
I'll bring one to the living room, Lady Rawlings has already 
opened a bottle for you." Patricia threw her head back and 
laughed. Her beautiful face was wreathed in merriment as she 
bent forward and took Wendy's face between her long delicate 
fingers, holding her head she kissed her full on the lips. 
"There's no need to blush you pretty little girl, I just love 
coming here. Off you go and get my wine while Ronica and I go 
down stairs." Patricia and Veronica were laughing like young 
school girls as they descended the stairs towards the living 
room.





Richard moaned with dread as once more Diane's hand slipped 
between the crease of his bottom. He could feel his penis 
stiffening involuntarily as she continued to squeeze the 
tumescent flesh of his member between her legs.

Diane could feel his penis stiffen as she squeezed her legs 
together. She stroked his bottom in slow sensuous motions, her 
fingertips grazing over the tender membranes of his sphincter. 
She looked up as the door to the living room opened admitting 
both Veronica and Patricia who were laughing as they walked 
into the room arm in arm. Veronica held out a long thermometer 
toward Diane. It was nearly half an inch in diameter and about 
ten inches long. "I'm sorry but the only one I could find was 
an anal thermometer, I hope it will be all right for him.. he 
does look rather flushed." Diane took the thermometer from 
Veronica, smiling as she also handed her a small tube of 
lubricant. Richard could not see who the other person was with 
Veronica. He already knew from her laughter that it was not 
Wendy or Annette. He was blushing profusely as he felt a hand 
on his cheek. He could not see who it was stroking his face as 
his head was turned toward the back of the settee. "He does 
seem rather hot.. perhaps you should go ahead and put that 
thing into his bottom." Patricia smiled as she kneeled down 
beside the settee her hand still gently stroking Richard's 
cheek. With her other hand she gently caressed his back her 
hand moving slowly down his body until it rested on the 
hillock of his buttock. "Shall I hold the cheeks of his bottom 
apart so that you can get at the sphincter?" Diane smiled 
wickedly at Patricia as she nodded to her. "Yes that would be 
helpful." Diane looked down at the boy's face seeing the 
abject horror on his blushing countenance. She squeezed her 
legs together feeling the erect penis throb as she rubbed the 
flesh of thighs together. Richard was mortified with 
embarrassment. He felt cool fingers insinuate themselves 
between the cheeks of his bottom and pull the flesh apart. He 
felt utterly humiliated as his buttocks were stretched widely 
apart exposing his sphincter. He jerked his bottom feeling 
cold liquid being rubbed against the sensitive opening. "Keep 
still now.. and let Diane put some cream on your bottom." The 
low well modulated voice of the new girl only increased his 
embarrassment as he felt a cold object being pushed firmly 
against the timid flesh of his most intimate opening. "Keep 
still there's a good boy." It was Diane who spoke this time. " 
I don't want to hurt you."  Her words were punctuated with a 
firm push of the thermometer. Richard shivered as he felt the 
cold tube of glass slide up inside him. "Arrggghhh..arrgghh." 
He could not help groaning as Diane pushed the thermometer 
further in. He felt utterly helpless as the glass tube probed 
deeper and deeper into his bottom. He shivered more with 
embarrassment than physical discomfort as the girls handled 
him intimately. "Keep still now, I have to keep it in for 
about five minutes, so just relax the cheeks of your bottom 
there's a good boy." Richard felt the pressure of the fingers 
against his buttocks relax and then to his horror a hand slip 
between the cheeks of his bottom just at the juncture of his 
thighs. He could do nothing to prevent Patricia's gentle 
fingers encircle the sac of his scrotum and squeeze and caress 
the sensitive flesh. "How have you settled into your room? Do 
you like my new decorations to the house?" Diane continued to 
stroke Richard's buttocks as she spoke to her friend. She 
smiled and raised her eyebrows to indicate  Patricia's hand 
pushed between the cheeks of the boy's bottom. "Patricia 
grinned and licked her lips as she answered. "The room is 
fabulous as you well know, it is far to rich and lavish. Your 
mother has already told me how extravagant you have been, 
however she did say she was very pleased with everything." The 
girl's talked together, seemingly ignoring Richard's naked 
body as he lay over Diane's knee. The thermometer which was 
protruding from the centre of his buttocks moved suddenly as 
he tried to contract his sphincter. He could not help himself 
as he felt his penis responding to the gentle caress of 
Patricia's hand which was still pushed between his thighs as 
she held his testicles. Richard was aware of an increasing 
ache in his penis, aware of every intimate touch of their 
hands caressing his buttocks and squeezing his testicles. He 
was almost beside himself with emotion as several minutes 
later Diane gently extracted the large thermometer from his 
bottom. "Right.. let's see what's cooking shall we." She read 
the thermometer which indicated a temperature of ninety-eight 
point six degrees. "Well there doesn't seem to be anything 
wrong with you so turn over and I can powder your front. 
Richard quaked as he heard the very words he had been 
dreading. How could he possibly turn over and reveal his 
erection to the girls. Surely they must be aware of the state 
he was in. Blindly Richard tried to cover himself as he felt 
the girls begin to turn him over. He had shut his eyes, 
contorting his face as he squeezed his eyelids together. His 
face was burning red as he blindly tried to put his hands over 
his erect penis. He felt a stinging slap on his buttocks as 
they manoeuvred him, first on to his side and then on to his 
back so that his buttocks were rested across Diane's thighs. 
"Come along now hands behind your head and lay back, you are a 
naughty child." Diane admonished him as she admired the form 
of the body below her. Richard's penis was standing straight 
upwards as he lay with his hips raised across her legs. 
Patricia sat back on her heels, carefully examining the naked 
young body in front of her as she finished helping Diane 
manoeuvre the boy into position. Richard groaned once  more, 
the only articulation he was capable of making to signify his 
extreme embarrassment. 



Wendy knocked and entered the room carrying the wine Her 
Ladyship had chosen to welcome her daughters friend. "You can 
put it over there on the table and then come back in about ten 
minutes and take Richard to bed." Diane called to the young 
maid. Wendy had certainly expected the girl's to be up to 
something with Richard in the room, but she had not been 
prepared for what she saw. She could not take her eyes off the 
boy as he lay with hips thrust upwards and his penis standing 
straight up from the juncture of his thighs. "Come along 
Richard hands underneath your head and open your eyes. I want 
to introduce you to Miss Patricia who will be staying a few 
days. Come along do as you are told or I shall give you a good 
smack you naughty boy." Richard opened his eyes to see both 
Diane and Patricia looking down at him intently. Veronica 
moved to stand behind Patricia, resting her hands on the 
girl's naked shoulders. "This is our friend from school, you 
may call her Miss Patricia." Richard mumbled, his face flushed 
beetroot red as his eyes met hers, he was able to see her 
incredible beauty before he quickly averted his eyes. "You 
needn't be so shy, she's not going to bite you." Richard 
dropped his eyes, looking down the length of his body. He was 
horrified to see Patricia's hand reach out and rest on his 
tummy, just above his pubic hair. "Put some powder on here and 
I'll rub it in for you." She said to Diane as she began to 
move her hand in a circular motion over the boys soft skin. 
Diane poured talcum powder generously over his tummy, moving 
the tin above his penis she shook the tin instantly covering 
his penis and testicles in powder. Patricia moved her hand 
down over his pubic hair and delicately took hold of his penis 
between her slender fingers. Richard groaned feeling his penis 
throb as her cool fingers brushed over the very tip of the 
glans. He watched in horror as she slid her fingers down the 
shaft pulling the foreskin until the skin was stretched 
tightly from underneath the bell shaped head. She held him 
firmly as she cupped her other hand underneath his testicles 
raising them from between his legs. Richard felt his penis 
begin to throb uncontrollably between her fingers, he could 
not inhibit the involuntary movements of his hips as she 
slowly slid the foreskin back up over the rim of the glans. 
"Well you are a sensitive young boy, however I suppose you 
can't help yourself. You just try and keep still while I rub 
this into your penis." Patricia deliberately drew attention to 
his erection as she quickened the motion of her fingers up and 
down the shaft of his penis. She squeezed his testicles in 
quick motions, letting her fingernails trail across the 
underside of his scrotum and the perineum of  sensitive flesh 
between scrotum and sphincter. She smiled displaying beautiful 
white teeth as Diane slipped her hand between the boy's legs 
and pushed her fingers up between the crease of his bottom. 
Richard reluctantly thrust his hips upwards as he felt Diane 
push her forefinger against his sphincter. "Arggghhhh  
arggghhh." He groaned out loud as he felt her finger push past 
the sensitive opening and spear his bottom. "You are a baby 
aren't you." Said Diane as she pushed her finger deep into his 
anus. Veronica knelt down beside the settee and delicately 
scraped her fingers over the boy's nipples. She leaned her 
head over his and looked into his eyes. "Just relax, there's a 
good boy while I give you a little kiss good night. He watched 
mesmerised as Veronica lowered her beautiful face over his. He 
felt the merest pressure as she touched her full lips to his. 
The kiss acted as a cue to Patricia who increased the speed 
and pressure of her fingers upon the young boy's member. Her 
long nails occasionally grazing the sensitive rim around the 
glans at the head of his penis as she rapidly pulled the 
foreskin up and down the shaft. "Argggghhh 
argggghhhhh..argggggghhhhhhhhhhhh.. pleeeeease.. Misss..ss. 
Richard was unable to control himself as Patricia skilfully 
manipulated his most sensitive parts. Diane curled her finger 
inside him, moving her fingertip firmly over the prostate 
gland. "Arrgggggghhhhh arrggggggg.. mmmmmmpphhh." Richard's 
moans were cut short as Veronica fastened her lips over his. 
She held him in a long kiss before raising her head and 
watching as he gasped for air. Patricia increased her grip on 
his penis and quickened her tempo as she felt the flesh throb 
uncontrollably. "There's a good boy, just relax now." 
Veronica's words excited the boy even further as semen spurted 
from the tip of his penis. "Arrrrrggggghhh..  arrgggghhhh  
Ooooooooo ohh  oh..Pleee  .eeease n'no  mmoore. "Richard cried 
out  almost incoherently as the girl's prolonged his orgasm. 
Patricia coolly squeezed his testicles, watching as the sticky 
white fluid continued to erupt from the tip of the penis. She 
squeezed her legs together in delight as she watched the boys 
hips writhe uncontrollably in front of her. His orgasm seemed 
to go on forever as they stimulated every part of him. 
Patricia squeezed from the base of his penis, pulling her 
fingers slowly upwards. She watched fascinated as the last 
drops of semen escaped from the opening. The girls looked on 
intently, noting his every movement and expression as his body 
subsided from the frenzied gyrations of his orgasm. Their soft 
hands stroked him gently, Diane pulled her finger carefully 
from his tender bottom. Richard's body shivered in small 
spasms as he lay helplessly before the young girls. Veronica 
got up to fetch the maid as Patricia laid his penis down 
between his legs and moved closer to his head. She looked down 
at his face for a few moments before bending her head and 
kissing his parted lips. Wendy returned with Veronica, they 
had brought warm water, flannels and a towel. Wendy watched 
intently as they carefully washed the boy's penis and 
testicles before soaping his tummy and chest. They washed him 
and patted him dry, before turning him over and washing 
between the cheeks of his bottom He blushed profusely as they 
made him kneel. His knees were rested on the settee cushions 
to the side of Diane's thighs. His body formed a bridge over 
her legs with his hands pressed into the cushioned seating at 
the other side. Patricia powdered between the crease of his 
bottom her slender fingers intimately running over the 
membranes of the sphincter. Diane cupped his penis and 
testicles as they hung downwards. She applied powder, 
marvelling in the soft feel of the flesh as she caressed him. 
They made him stand beside the settee as they handed his 
dressing gown to Wendy. "He doesn't need that on, it's a warm 
night. Take him to bed now, there's a good girl." Diane smiled 
at the young maid as she instructed her. Patricia took hold of 
Richard's penis and before he could protest pulled back the 
foreskin. "Will you put some more talcum powder on his penis, 
especially behind the foreskin before you tuck him in." Wendy 
blushed as Patricia indicated the tender flesh. Richard tried 
to cover himself but was stopped by a sharp slap across his 
bottom from Diane. Hands on your head, quickly now. Richard's 
face coloured a deep red as she took his wrists and placed his 
hands on his head. Patricia pulled the boy's foreskin further 
back stretching the skin. "Can you see where I mean Wendy?" 
Patricia was enjoying herself watching the young maids cheeks 
blush a deep red as she was made to look down at Richard's 
penis. "Yes Miss, I'll put some on, shall I take him up now?" 
Wendy was feeling sorry for the boy and hoped that she might 
alleviate him from any further embarrassment. "All right Wendy 
off you go, you may put your hands down now Richard and walk 
with them at your sides. Off you go then both of you." Diane 
spoke kindly as she watched Richard walk stiff legged behind 
the young maid.





Lady Rawlings looked across the magistrate's court at the 
young defendant. His face was blushing with shame as she 
summed up the proceedings. He was seventeen years old and from 
a good family background. His parents, it transpired had 
recently moved to the mainland and it was during this short 
period, while staying with school friends, that he had 
committed the offences for which he was now on trial.

He was tall and good looking and Lady Marwood had decided 
earlier that day that perhaps this was an ideal opportunity to 
repay a few favours, both good and bad. She watched the face 
of the burly sergeant who was standing behind the defendant. 
He had an expression of eager anticipation on his face, which 
her Ladyship found distasteful. As she reached the words "Pure 
hooliganism" She noticed the sergeant smile with satisfaction. 
These words could only mean one punishment in a Manx 
courtroom. The Birch! "So young man, I am afraid that I have 
no alternative but to sentence you to six strokes of the 
birch." The sergeant almost liked his lips as the sentence was 
pronounced. Lady Marwood's eyes however were on the young 
defendant. She saw his face turn ghostly white and his hands 
clutch the rail of the dock as he heard her words. "Take him 
down would you sergeant." She watched the sergeant take hold 
of the young man's arm and roughly escort him from the dock. 

Lady Marwood had always been irritated by the obvious delight 
the sergeant took in birching young boys. She had heard small 
snippets of gossip amongst the staff at the courtroom cells 
pertaining to the sergeant's interest in young men. It was 
rumoured that he took delight in keeping them stripped naked 
for several hours before he applied the birch. Lady Marwood 
had no intention of letting that happen on this occasion. 
Before the court had convened she had checked to make sure 
that the medical officer was still on holiday. The rules 
forbade any birching without medical supervision. She had 
arranged after hearing the evidence, that he be transported to 
the local women's jail. The governor, who was a personal 
friend of Her Ladyship had made the rest of the arrangements 
for her. Lady Rawlings left the courtroom and retired to the 
Judges chambers. She had decided to forego the pleasure of 
seeing the sergeant's disappointment at losing the pleasure of 
birching the young man.



Sarah Wallis looked at the naked young girl standing before 
her. The girl was quite pretty with firm young breasts, narrow 
waist and long slim legs. Beside the girl stood two female 
warders. It was normal practice for the warders to be present 
during a prisoner's medical examination. The young doctor had 
already examined the girls heart and respiration and had 
donned rubber gloves in preparation for an internal 
exploration. Without hesitation Sarah knew what was expected 
of her at this stage. 'If we can't have a little enjoyment.' 
She mused as she looked at the girl's breasts, noting the 
erected nipples. Sarah had caught the pretty blonde warder 
looking at her when they had first brought the girl into the 
examination room. She knew immediately from her admiring 
glances and demure looks that the young warder was interested 
in her. Both warders were dressed in dark jackets and skirts. 
Each wore a white cotton shirt with navy-blue tie. The taller 
of the two warders wore her jet black hair tied back in neat 
bun. The skirts they wore were cut to the knee. Both girls had 
excellent figures, their long legs had been tanned by the 
summer sun, were in sharp contrast to the pale flesh of their 
naked charge.



Sarah had received a phone call from Lady Rawlings during the 
morning. She had easily changed her day's schedule at the 
medical centre and instead attended the women's jail as 
requested. It was not until Sarah had arrived that she was 
informed of her duties for that day. Normally the prison 
authorities resident medical officer carried out the medical 
examinations, but as he was on holiday, she had been asked by 
the governor if she would she be able to deputise for him as 
there were several new admissions to be examined. It had only 
been ten minutes ago that she had been asked by the governor 
to attend also the birching of a young man who was being 
escorted to the jail. It was then that Sarah realised why she 
had been asked by Lady Rawlings rather than the governor to 
deputise for the regular medical officer.

"Place your legs apart for the doctor." The sharp command came 
from the taller dark haired young warder who bent down and 
slapped the inside of the young girl's thighs, making her 
stand with her legs spread widely apart. "Hands behind your 
head." Another sharp command followed by a harder slap upon 
the girl's bottom. Sarah looked at the young blonde haired 
warder who had placed the girl's hands behind her head. She 
could be no older than twenty-two she thought, yet her 
authority over the prisoners was absolute. Sarah stepped 
forward and placed her hand between the young girl's legs. 
"Breathe in deeply." Sarah spoke sweetly to the young girl as 
she firmly pushed her finger up into her vagina. The girl 
gasped as she felt the cold rubber of the doctor's glove enter 
her. "Deep breaths now and try and relax." Sarah was well 
aware that the girl would find it impossible to relax as she 
began to rotate her finger, causing her slender body to 
squirm. Another smack descended on to her beautifully rounded 
bottom as the warden admonished her once more. "Keep still for 
the doctor." Sarah increased the momentum of her finger, 
causing the young girl to tremble from head to foot. Abruptly 
she withdrew her finger and gestured for the warders to bend 
the girl over. Sarah could not help being surprised at the 
alacrity in which the two young wardens dealt with the girl. 
One pushed her down while the other put her hand between the 
girl's legs and pulled upwards. The girl was now bent well 
over with her legs widely spread. Sarah quickly spread some 
lubricant on to her finger and stood behind the girl. The 
pretty young blonde warden deftly took hold of each buttock 
and pulled the flesh apart, looking toward Sarah with a timid 
smile. "Arggghh.." The girl could not help moan as her bottom 
cheeks were firmly pulled apart. "Keep still girl.. or it will 
be worse for you." The warder admonished the girl once more as 
Sarah gently pushed her finger against the tightly puckered 
sphincter of the young prisoner. "Big breaths now." Sarah 
spoke softly to the girl as one would to a nervous animal. 
"Hold still while I feel inside your bottom"

Sarah pushed firmly against the sphincter with her forefinger, 
she felt the muscle of the sphincter contract over her finger 
as it slid right up inside the young girl's bottom. "Oops.. 
there we are." Sarah slowly rotated her finger inside the 
girl, making her gasp at the intimate examination. With her 
free hand she felt between the pale smooth flesh of her widely 
spread legs, locating the soft folds of flesh covering her 
vagina. Without preamble she slipped two fingers gently up 
into the vagina. "Arrgggghhhh." The young girl moaned as she 
felt the doctor's fingers slide into her.

Sarah quickly began to rotate her fingers, occasionally making 
a scissors motion as she stimulated the sensitive membranes 
inside the tight fleshy orifice. The young girl could not help 
responding as the doctor probed inside her. She clenched her 
teeth as one of the wardens suddenly grasped her nipples and 
squeezed the soft flesh. The warder pulled hard on the 
delicate nubs of her breasts, stimulating the tender flesh to 
hard points of desire. Sarah smiled seeing the warden that had 
been holding the girl's buttocks, bend on one knee and start 
to softly caress the insides of her thighs.

Although she could not see her, Sarah was also aware of the 
second warder squeezing and caressing the young girl's 
nipples. "Arrrgggghhhh.ooooohhhhhh." The young prisoner moaned 
loudly as she was reluctantly forced towards an orgasm. "Just 
relax there's a good girl." She heard one of the warders say 
as she began to climax. "Arrrrrgggghhhhhh.ooooohh.. Please I.. 
I can't stand it.." The young warden who was gently stroking 
the girl's thighs smiled up at the doctor and suddenly slapped 
the girl hard on the bottom. Sarah watched the naked young 
girl as she fought for breath, her young flesh quivering 
erratically with sexual excitement. She bucked wildly, her 
hips writhing in abandonment as she reached her orgasm. Sarah 
diligently kept up the pace with her fingers, only slowing as 
the girl gasped, pleading for them to stop. Gently Sarah took 
her finger from the girl's bottom and withdrew her other 
fingers from inside the moist vagina. Almost tenderly she 
cupped the pubic mound and squeezed reassuringly. "There. 
there.. that wasn't so bad was it now?" The warders let the 
girl up, gently holding her upright between them. Sarah smiled 
at the young prisoner. "Off you go now.. there's a good girl." 
The warders both smiled at the young doctor. Sarah again 
noticed that demure look from the younger of the two. 



John Gilbert was standing in the centre of the tiled admission 
room. To one side of the room was a small leather padded 
trestle. Several lengths of rubber hose lay on the stainless 
steel trolley. Around the room were other trolleys and shelves 
containing an assortment of syringes, nozzles and various 
medical apparatus. To the far end of the room were two large 
baths; lower than domestic baths, they had large support 
handles set into the sides. One of the baths was half filled 
with hot water. The young man looked at the two nurses 
standing in front of him. Both wore white linen tunics with 
rubber aprons. Behind him standing legs astride were the two 
young female warders who had escorted him from the cells at 
the courthouse. He looked at the nurses in front of him. One 
of them he estimated to be about thirty-five years old, the 
other was much younger. The older of the two smiled at him, 
not unkindly as she addressed him. "I hope you are going to 
co-operate so that we can get this over quickly. Do you 
understand?"  John nodded his head. He shivered at the thought 
of what was in store for him. 

"Right strip down and put your clothes over there." The nurse 
indicated a small table to his right. John blushed profusely, 
he had never had to expose his body to a woman before, at 
least not since he was a child. He began to undress, taking 
off his jacket and tie. then his shirt, socks and shoes. There 
was complete silence in the room as he looked up to the nurse 
from placing his shoes by his pile of clothes. She made no 
comment but stood waiting for him to continue. He undid his 
trousers and sliding them down his legs, stepped out of them 
and carefully folding them, placed them on the table. He 
straightened up and turned to face the nurse. "Take those off 
too and come over here." The nurse moved toward the trestle 
without a second glance at the young man. John lowered his 
underpants and stepped out of them. He held them to his groin, 
crouching low as he placed them on the table. He was aware of 
the young nurse's interested gaze as he stood covering his 
genitals with his hands. The two warders smiled at each other, 
as they looked his naked buttocks.

He walked toward the trestle crouching low as he tried to 
cover himself. The nurses moved to his sides and taking his 
arms pulled him forward. "Right young man, bend over the 
trestle so that your hips, not your tummy, are resting on the 
bar. John felt their soft hands coax him forward. A firm 
pressure against his shoulders bent him over. He had to 
uncover himself so that his hands could support him against 
the wooden legs of the trestle. The nurses manoeuvred him 
until he was bent well over with his hands on the floor. They 
took hold of his ankles and spread his legs. The warders moved 
forward. One stood facing his head, leaning forward she put 
her hands on either side of his waist. "Just keep still now, 
while nurse gives you an enema." John mumbled incoherently. He 
had no real concept of what was going to happen to him, other 
than that he was to be birched. The second warder and the 
young nurse knelt behind him, one to each side and held his 
legs apart. The senior nurse picked up a large syringe, which 
had already been filled with distilled water and a mild 
purgative. She lubricated the large stainless steel nozzle and 
moved behind him. Placing her hand between the crease of his 
bottom she introduced the nozzle to the opening of his bottom. 
"Now take a deep breath." She instructed as she pushed the 
nozzle firmly up against the tightly puckered sphincter. "Once 
more now." With those words she pushed firmly, hearing the boy 
gasp with shock as the cold metal suddenly entered his bottom. 
"Another deep breath." She instructed as she pressed the 
plunger firmly. John tried to rear up as the first jets of 
water entered him. The warder had watched the nurse and as she 
had pressed the plunger she pressed firmly down on the naked 
boy's waist, making sure he could not move. 
"Arrgggghhhh..oooojhhh. John could not help crying out as the 
nurse pressed the plunger all the way in. Quickly she withdrew 
the nozzle, watching the sphincter close tightly as the nozzle 
was removed. "Just stay there a minute." She instructed once 
more. She laid the syringe back on the trolley and took a 
gauze pad which she pushed rudely between the cheeks of his 
bottom. "Right if you would take him over there to the cubicle 
please." The warders helped the boy up as the young nurse 
placed her hand between the cheeks of his bottom, pressing the 
pad against his sphincter. Between the warders and the young 
nurse John walked awkwardly to the toilet cubicle which was 
situated in a small room leading off the admission room. The 
cubicle had no door, consisting only of two small tiled walls 
standing about four feet in height. They left him sitting on 
the lavatory seat and walked back into the admission room.



It was not long before he felt unable to control the pressure 
of the water in his bowels. He evacuated almost immediately, 
feeling utter relief as he dispelled the entire contents of 
his bowels. He wiped his bottom and pressed the handle, which 
was set into the wall. He sat back down on the toilet seat and 
contemplated his fate. It was the first time he had been alone 
since sentence had been passed. He had no idea what happened 
next; he had heard rumours that four strokes of the birch was 
a really severe punishment. Boys at school had talked of the 
horror of six strokes of the birch, but no one he knew had 
ever experienced it. He just managed to cover his genitals 
with his hands as the two young warders appeared. "I hope you 
have finished." The pretty young warder said as she beckoned 
for him to get up. John stood, his hands clutching his groin. 
"Right now, hands by your sides and stand up straight." The 
young warder took hold of his hands and pulled them away from 
his groin. "You will learn that there is no privacy for anyone 
in Jail, so you had better get used to it."  John blushed 
profusely as the young women stood back and looked him up and 
down. Right come along, so the nurse can clean you up. The 
warders escorted him to one of the baths. "Step in and stand 
facing me." The warder waited until he had stepped in; she 
took him by the waist and turned him to face her. The younger 
of the two nurses stepped forward with a flannel and container 
of strong smelling liquid soap. She walked around the bath to 
stand behind the naked boy. Taking the flannel she dipped it 
in the water and poured soap on to it. Resting one hand 
against the small of his back she started washing his bottom. 
"Stand with your legs astride." She instructed, adding more 
soap to the flannel she pushed the material between the cheeks 
of his bottom. "Come along get those legs apart so that the 
nurse can get at your bottom." The young warder pushed her 
hand between his thighs, pressuring his legs apart. John was 
blushing profusely as the nurse bent him forward. He could 
feel her fingers as she dropped the flannel and impudently 
pushed her hand between the cheeks of his bottom,. He gasped 
as he felt her finger push up into his sphincter and penetrate 
deep into his anus. "Hold still there's a good boy." She 
pushed harder this time feeling the plump flesh of the 
prostate gland. "Do keep still." The warder said sharply as he 
tried to evade the intense pressure from within his bottom. 
Several times john had tried to cover his genitals, but the 
warder had firmly moved his hands to his sides. The young 
nurse moved her finger vigorously in and out of his bottom, 
occasionally applying soap between the crevice of his 
buttocks. "Arrgghhh..ooohh." He cried out involuntarily as she 
gave one final push before withdrawing her finger from his 
bottom. The nurse stepped around the bath and stood beside the 
warder. The second warder moved behind the boy and taking both 
his wrists pulled his arms behind him. The nurse looked at the 
blushing young man straight in the eyes, as she took hold of 
his penis in one hand and testicles in the other. Her soapy 
fingers pushed the foreskin of his penis back as she pulled 
his scrotum forward from between his legs. John threw his head 
back in anguish and humiliation as she soaped his genitals. 
She deftly manipulated the foreskin up and down the shaft 
until she felt it become stiff between her fingers. Taking 
more soap and scoop of water in her hand she continued to soap 
around his genitals. He tried to evade her touches but the 
prison warder held his arms tightly. 

John closed his eyes as he felt his penis erecting. He could 
not bear the further humiliation of seeing the young prison 
officers looking at him. He felt utterly stupid being made to 
stand naked while a young girl washed his genitals as if he 
had no feelings. Once the nurse was satisfied she took a jug 
from the trolley and poured water over his erect penis. "Come 
along step out of the bath, I want to dry you." John suffered 
further humiliation as the young nurse dried him. Casually she 
moved his erect penis from one side and then to the other as 
if it were nothing more than an arm or a leg. "Turn around and 
bend over and touch your toes." This instruction was followed 
by the warders physically bending him over from the waist. He 
felt the hands of one of the warders part his bottom cheeks 
while the nurse deftly slipped the towel between his legs and 
dried between the cheeks of his buttocks.

"Right stand upright and let's have a look at you. John felt 
his hands being grasped behind his back as he stood up. The 
nurse stood back and looked at him. John felt absolutely 
humiliated being made to standup, legs astride, in front of 
the young nurse with his penis erect. He blushed to an even 
deeper red as he saw her smile at his penis standing straight 
out from between his thighs.

One of the warders went over to a cupboard at the far end of 
the room while the second warder held his arms behind his 
back. She came back with four leather cuffs. Each cuff had a 
small metal ring attached to it. Quickly she knelt down 
between his legs and strapped a cuff to each ankle. She then 
moved behind him, together the two warders strapped the 
remaining cuffs to his wrists. "Come over here and bend over 
and touch your toes." The nurse moved toward the chromium-
plated trolley that was situated near the bath. The warders 
took his arms and walked him toward the nurse. John was almost 
in a daze as they bent him over once more. He felt the nurses 
soft fingers gently rub a strong smelling antiseptic over his 
buttocks. Standing upright once more John looked down at 
himself to see that his penis, although still swollen was 
hanging down between his legs. One of the warders took a clip 
from her tunic pocket and placing his wrists together behind 
his back, clipped the leather cuffs together. The warders 
stood on either side of him and held his arms. The led him 
through the doorway and along the corridor to the doctors 
office. Sarah was just finished her cup of tea when she heard 
the warders knock at the door. "Come in." She shouted as she 
got up from the corner of the desk where she had been sitting. 
She faced the door as they entered, her eyes quickly 
appraising the naked boy as he stood between the two warders. 
Sarah felt a stab of pity as she looked at the boy's blushing 
face and trembling body. Sarah had been aware of her own 
sexual predilections for a very long time. She could not help 
feeling excitement at the prospect of seeing the boy being 
birched; at the same time she felt compassion for him. He was 
obviously not a village lout, but a very sensitive young man. 
She looked at his body as one of the warders unclipped his 
cuffs and pushed him forward. Raising his chin she looked into 
his eyes, seeing the fear and trepidation he was experiencing. 
"This won't take long and I am sure it will all soon be over." 
She said kindly as she placed the stethoscope in her ears. She 
listened to his heart, which was beating wildly. She moved the 
stethoscope slowly over his chest. She made him turn around by 
gently placing her hands on his shoulders. She listened again 
moving the stethoscope over his back. "Just bend over, there's 
a good boy." She spoke softly to him as she pressed her 
fingers gently against his shoulder. John bent over and 
grasped his ankles. He felt the doctor's delicate fingers 
lightly brush over his buttocks. Sarah softly placed her 
thumbs between the crevice of his bottom and pulled the cheeks 
apart. Satisfied she told him to stand and face her once more. 
John obeyed, embarrassed by the sheer beauty of the young 
doctor, as he stood naked before her. Sarah gently cupped his 
chin and turned his face to the side. She stroked the soft 
palm of her hand over his chest and stomach; moving her hand 
down further she felt his penis throb as she slipped her hand 
between his legs and cupped his testicles. "Cough for me will 
you." She lifted his testicles gently, feeling a thrill at her 
intimate contact with the boy. John coughed weakly, his cheeks 
on fire with the embarrassment and humiliation he felt. "Cough 
again. a nice big one this time. She lifted his testicles 
feeling the soft balls of flesh move within the scrotal sac. 
"There nearly finished now." Sarah took his penis between her 
fingers and gently pulled the foreskin back from the glans. 
She moved the turgid flesh upward to examine the opening and 
then gently let go. She noticed that the flesh had began to 
swell as she placed her hands on the boy's shoulders. She 
could see his bottom lip tremble and his eyes near to tears as 
he looked at her. Sarah could not think of anything 
appropriate to say, although she was determined to show him 
kindness when this was all over.



The warders escorted the boy along the wide corridor. His 
hands had been clipped together behind him and as he walked 
shakily towards the heavy blue door at the end of the corridor 
he felt near to fainting. They stopped in front of the door 
while one of the warders knocked. As the door swung open the 
warders took a firm grip on his arms. Before he had time to 
protest they had quickly moved him to the centre of the room. 
Two more female warders held him as they expertly clipped the 
cuffs around his wrists to narrow chains hanging from the beam 
above his head. Pulling the chains, the warders quickly had 
his arms hoisted into the air. They clipped the chains 
together and fastened the ankle cuffs to rings set in the 
floor. In a matter of seconds, John had found his body 
stretched tight. His legs were astride and his arms pulled 
outwards and upwards. He could not move.



As he looked around the room he was aware that there were 
several other people stand ing to the side of the room. To his 
left was a steel table holding stainless steel dishes. There 
was also a variety of medical instruments as well as bottles 
and gauze's. To the side of this, there was an oxygen 
cylinder, its rubber hose was attached to a face mask which 
rested on the table. He looked at the assembled people without 
recognising the governor, or the magistrate who had sentenced 
him. The young blonde warder moved to the window, which was 
directly in front him. He watched as she took off her tunic 
jacket. Her firm breasts pushed against the white cotton of 
her shirt as she moved toward an oak barrel in the corner of 
the room. She pulled out a long bundle of birch twigs, which 
had been soaking in brine. The twigs, which were forty inches 
in length, had been expertly bound at one end to make a 
comfortable handle. She moved directly in front of him, 
holding the birch down to let the brine drip from the twigs. 
John could not believe that this pretty young girl was to be 
the one to beat him. The young warder looked at him before 
moving behind him. She stood to one side and shook the last 
drops of brine from the birch. There was complete silence in 
the room. Sarah, who had entered quietly as they were 
fastening the young man to the beam, was also surprised to the 
see the young blonde warder taking the birch from the barrel. 
Sarah caught the eye of Lady Rawlings and gave her a quick 
smile of greeting before moving to the side of the room. They 
both looked at the prison governor. 



"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. John managed 
to cough to her satisfaction. Sarah moved back and nodded to 
the governor. "Please mark one." One of the young warders 
marked a cross in one of the six boxes that were printed on 
the punishment form. The governor nodded to young blonde 
warder holding the birch. Sarah watched as the young girl 
raised the birch and then turned her attention to the naked 
young man in front of her. As the birch struck a second time 
across the centre of his buttocks, he threw back his head in 
anguish. His body stiffened for several seconds before he was 
able to scream. As he screamed Sarah stepped forward and 
cupped his testicles. There was plenty of movement to check 
for a rupture and she did not think that she would be able to 
make him cough through the pain he was feeling. She thrilled 
as his body thrashed in front of her. She squeezed the 
testicles gently more to give comfort to him in his anguish. 
Letting go she placed her stethoscope against his chest and 
checked his wildly beating heart for irregularities. 

When she had finished she looked across at the governor. The 
governor nodded her approval at Sarahs methods and nodded to 
the young warder to continue. "Mark two." She said as the 
birch was raised once again. The pretty young blonde brought 
the long bundle of twigs down hard. "Thwaacck" The birch twigs 
bit into the young man's flesh in exactly the same spot as the 
other two strokes. Sarah moved around the prisoner and looked 
at the bright red wheals, which covered the entire buttock 
area. She placed her stethoscope against his back as he 
screamed in anguish. 
"Arrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...arrggggggghhhhhhhhhh
h The veins of his neck stood out above his straining sinews 
as he screamed and screamed. Sarah slipped her hand between 
his legs and once more cupped his testicles. She fondled the 
captive flesh as he tried to move his body in relief against 
the pain. The governor looked enquiringly at her as she slid 
her hand from between his legs. Sarah nodded. She knew that he 
was fit and well yet felt that each time she nodded she felt 
like an emperor at a gladiatorial games, where a thumb turned 
down meant death or mutilation. "Mark three" The governor 
nodded to the warder who raised the birch high above her head. 
Sarah could see the hardened nipples of her young breasts 
press against the thin cotton as she raised the birch. Sarah 
was fascinated as the young girl brought the birch down hard. 
She watched the twigs splay out across the cheeks of his 
bottom as the birch bit home. Sarah moved around the quivering 
boy, his movements were erratic as he tried to deal with the 
pain. His screams filled the room as she moved toward him. His 
penis was thrashing from side to side as he tried to rid his 
bottom of the pain. Sarah felt a thrill run through her body 
as she gently squeezed his testicles. She didn't know whether 
he was aware of the gentle pressure of her fingers as he 
shivered and quaked. As his screams subsided she could not 
help moving closer to him. Still squeezing his testicles she 
whispered. "Give me a nice big cough there's a good boy." 
Sarah was aware of the effect this would normally have on a 
young man of his age, but she was not really sure if he heard 
her. She nodded to the governor once more. "Mark four". Almost 
immediately the birch came swishing down through the air, 
landing with a loud "Thwaaakk." against his buttocks. Sarah 
watched as the young man's body stiffened as if in a trance. 
He cried out his voice sounding hoarse and weaker. 
"Arrrrgggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh.. ohhh  ohhhh.. 
Please no more I can't stand it." Sarah moved forward quickly 
and placed the stethoscope on his chest, he was perspiring 
heavily. She slipped her hand between his legs, deliberately 
brushing over his penis, before cupping her fingers around his 
testicles. She moved her head closer and whispered in his ear. 
"Give me a nice big cough, there's a good boy, come along 
now." Even through his anguish she felt sure he was aware of 
the delicate fondling of his testicles. She moved back and 
nodded quickly to the governor. "Mark five" Sarah watched as 
the young blonde raised the birch with both hands. She caught 
Sarah's eye as she held the long birch above her head and gave 
her a knowing look. Sarah watched the young girl bring the 
birch down hard onto the centre of the boy's bottom. He 
screamed in pure abandonment as the twigs bit and pinched 
every part of his buttocks. "Arrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhh..

Arrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh.oooohhhhhhhh.  Sarah moved close 
to the boy, as she pressed her hand against his heaving 
stomach. She placed the stethoscope against his chest and as 
her hand slid down over his pubic hair she felt herself 
suddenly orgasm. The orgasm took her completely by surprise; 
she squeezed her legs together and bit her lip as she slipped 
her hand between the quivering thighs of the naked boy. She 
struggled to control herself as she cupped his testicles in 
her hand. Outwardly her expression gave the impression of 
trying to listen to the stethoscope amidst the young man's 
screams. Inwardly she felt the orgasm course through her body. 
She squeezed his testicles hard before letting go and standing 
back.

"Mark six. Thankyou ladies." The governor moved around to have 
a look at the boy's face, which was still contorted in agony. 
"Your punishment is over, you will remain fastened for thirty 
minutes after that you will be checked over. If you are 
pronounced fit you will be free to get dressed and leave. I 
hope this has taught you a valuable lesson young man." John 
could hardly believe it was over. He had never thought, even 
in his wildest dreams that it would be possible to receive so 
much pain. He sobbed, tears rolling down his cheeks. He felt 
totally wracked with emotion. His pain was so intense, it was 
as if red-hot pokers had been applied to his bottom. The 
governor turned to Sarah. "Thankyou Doctor Wallis, you were 
most efficient and conscientious. I would like you to check 
him in about ten minutes but first would you like a cup of 
tea." Sarah's emotions were in turmoil; was it possible to 
behave so normally after such an experience? She wondered.

Lady Rawlings caught Sarah's eye as she was preparing to 
leave. "Can I have a quick word." Sarah nodded and moved 
closer to her. "I am afraid my arrangements were short notice, 
but I hope you found the experience worthwhile." Sarah nodded 
and smiled. "I didn't know what to expect but It was certainly 
a new experience." The rest of the staff had left the room 
apart from, Her Ladyship, Sarah, and the young blonde warder 
who had wielded the birch so efficiently. "Why don't you check 
him over while I go and have a word with the governor." Lady 
Rawlings smiled as she moved past the doorway. 



Sarah turned toward the young man who was still sobbing with 
anguish. She placed her stethoscope on his chest. His heart 
was still far faster than normal, but he was in good shape. 
She was about to leave when the young warder tapped her on the 
arm. "I am going to do something now, you can stay and watch 
if you want." She dropped her gaze demurely, looking up at 
Sarah through lowered lashes. Sarah was intrigued, but made no 
comment. "My name is Rebecca." She said shyly as she moved in 
front of the naked boy. She held the birch out in front of her 
and brushed the twigs over his chest. John opened his eyes and 
looked at the young girl, his eyes moved to her delicate hand 
holding the birch. "Did it hurt you?" She asked innocently. 
The boy blushed, tears rolled down his cheeks. "It feels like 
I am on fire." He managed to whisper. "Well it's all over with 
now so I am going to put it back in the brine." She moved to 
the corner of the room and placed the birch back in the 
barrel. She moved back and stood in front of him once more. 
She held out her hand and cupped his chin, forcing him to look 
into her eyes. Sarah stepped back into the corner of the room 
and watched the young warder as she stood in front of the 
naked boy. "Don't you feel ashamed standing naked in front of 
a girl, especially after she's given your bottom a good 
birching?" The young warder asked. She reached forward and 
stroked her hand across his chest, moving her until the 
fingertips rested against a nipple. She pinched the nipple 
between her finger and thumb until she felt the nipple harden. 
She placed her other hand on the opposite nipple and repeated 
the process.

The boy blushed an even deeper red. "And how about this." The 
girl took her hands from his chest and reached down, placing 
her fingers delicately around his penis. "Fancy being so 
helpless that I can do what I like with you! Don't you feel 
ashamed?" John closed is eyes in acute embarrassment, as the 
girl pushed the foreskin back and exposed the glans. "Open 
your eyes and look at me, you wouldn't like me to give your 
bottom a few sharp smacks would you?" 

She started to manipulate the foreskin, pulling the skin 
forward and squeezing before pushing it back until it would 
stretch no further. John opened his eyes, large tears were 
rolling down his blushing cheeks. "That's better. now tell me 
what is the meaning of this?" She tapped his penis, which had 
begun to swell. "Do you always display yourself so blatantly?" 
She continued moving the foreskin up and down the shaft of his 
penis, her innocent expression belying her actions. "Answer 
me. I can see I am going to have to smack you if you don't 
answer me." John didn't know what to say. "er. no miss." She 
pushed the foreskin back until it was fully stretched at the 
same time she scraped the nails of her other hand across the 
underside of his testicles, before taking a firm hold of them. 
"Now do you see how helpless you are." She squeezed the soft 
flesh of the balls carefully, so as not to cause him pain. She 
felt the penis begin to throb in her hand. "Why you naughty 
boy just look at you." She took her hands away and watched his 
penis throb up and down. "Look at yourself you bad, bad boy." 
John closed his eyes in acute embarrassment. He felt 
absolutely drained. "I said look at yourself or I will smack 
your bottom, so do as you are told and do it now." John opened 
his eyes, first looking at the girl and then downwards to his 
erect penis. He groaned with embarrassment as he watched her 
slender fingers curl around the throbbing flesh. Deftly she 
slid the foreskin up and down the shaft watching his face as 
she increased the speed of her hand. He looked at her through 
a haze of embarrassment as she aroused him. Gently, she 
slipped her other hand between his legs and squeezed his 
testicles. She shivered when she heard the boy gasp and moan. 
"Come along young man, let's have a nice big cum." John could 
contain his emotions no longer. "Arrgggghhhhh..oohhh" He 
moaned as she increased the tempo of her fingers up and down 
his penis. She quickly moved her body sideways, just avoiding 
the first jets of semen as they spurted from him. She squeezed 
his testicles hard and increased the grip on his penis as jet 
after jet of semen spurted to the floor. "Come on now, there 
must be some more left." She whispered softly as she began to 
slow the strokes of her hand. Argggghhhh.. arrgghh.. please. 
it is so sensitive..  no more pleeease. Rebecca slowed her 
hand but did not stop. "You are so helpless you can't do any 
thing about it can you." She stopped the movement with her 
fingers and after squeezing his testicles hard, she let go of 
him. John gasped as she squeezed his scrotum. His whole body 
sagged between the chains as she let go of him. The girl 
walked away from him and across to Sarah. "I am going to fetch 
him a drink.. are you coming?"

John felt drained, his bottom was on fire and try as he might 
he could not ease the pain. If only he could rub it or put 
some lotion on it, he thought.

It was about ten minutes later that Rebecca entered the 
punishment room. She looked at the boy as he hung, straddled 
between the chains. His head was resting on his chin and his 
eyes were closed. She touched him lightly on the shoulder.





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.





The hands of the large clock on the wall slowly moved to 
indicate eleven thirty. Jane Marwood looked across at her 
pupil. Richard was bent down over his books, his face still 
red with embarrassment at the sharp rebuke he had just 
received from his mistress. Jane had made sure that he could 
not keep his mind on his work. Several times that morning she 
had leaned over the boy, her soft breasts brushing against the 
nape of his neck as she pretended to look at his work. She had 
also crossed over to the window, standing against the strong 
sunlight she had made sure her body was angled perfectly for 
him to see the outline of her breasts through the sheer cotton 
of her blouse. She had also caught Richard looking at her 
several times as she sat at her desk. On the last occasion she 
had sharply reminded him that he had only five minutes left to 
complete the test she had set him at the start of the day.



"Right Richard, bring your book over here and let me see how 
well you have got on." Her voice sounded light and cheerful. 
She watched as Richard stood up clumsily and lifted the 
foolscap exercise book from the desktop. His cheeks were 
suffused in a deep red blush by the time he had reached her 
desk. Jane was well aware of the discomfort she caused each 
time she looked directly into his eyes. Jane had always been 
aware of her beauty and she was conscious of her every 
movement. A simple parting of the lips, sometimes dropping her 
eyelashes and tilting her head upwards, angling her body in a 
pretty pose or gently touching someone's hand. She had 
developed her physical grace to perfection. She looked at 
Richard who was standing in front of her, his awkwardness in 
marked contrast to her poise. "Give me your book, there's a 
good boy." Her voice was almost a purr. She took the writing 
book from his trembling finger. Looking down she could hardly 
be bothered to read the words he had written, her mind was 
already on the course of events to follow. She flipped the 
page back and fourth, checking what she already knew, that he 
had only managed to write one and a half pages. Her 
distractions and been completely successful, keeping him from 
any semblance of concentrated effort. She looked up at him, 
her eyes wide with surprise. "It seems that you have wasted 
the whole morning Richard. I can see no evidence of any proper 
effort and you have not even started question three. What do 
you have to say for yourself?" Richard dropped his eyes and 
blushed an even deeper red. "I. I.. d'don't know miss. I know 
them I j'just couldn't do them in time." Richard's voice 
trailed off into silence. He bent his head and began to 
shuffle his feet. Jane spoke sharply to him. "Stand straight 
and look at me when I am talking to you. Do you mean to tell 
me that you have no excuse for this work". 

Richard quickly raised his head, looking shocked at the sharp 
rebuke of his mistress. It was the first time he had heard her 
use that tone of voice.

"I' I'm sorry miss." Richard could hardly speak. His legs were 
trembling as he watched her sit back in her chair. Her eyes 
never left his as she deliberately folded her hands across her 
lap. "Look at me and listen carefully Richard. I have great 
faith in your ability to do good work. This morning you have 
chosen not to and I don't know why. You yourself have admitted 
that you have no excuse, is that correct?" Richard was 
trembling visibly as he began to answer. "I'm sorry miss, I 
promise I won't do it again." Jane leaned forward and looked 
deep into his eyes. I am afraid Richard that your behaviour 
will have to be corrected. I intend you to become a well-
educated young man whether you like it or not. I am very sorry 
but I am going to have to punish you." Jane leaned back and 
slowly opened the centre draw. She took out the long rattan 
cane and placed it on the desktop. Inwardly she was delighted 
by the shocked expression, which appeared on the boy's face as 
the cane came into his view. "B..but m'mmiss." Richard 
stammered as tears began to form in his eyes. Jane quickly 
interrupted him. "I'm sorry young man, but is for your own 
good. Go over to your desk and undress, quickly now, I don't 
want to waste the rest of the day."

Richard was unable to move; the words shocked him. He could 
hardly believe this beautiful young woman was going to cane 
him. He began to tremble from head to foot, hardly able to put 
one foot in front of the other as he stumbled back to his 
desk. He turned to her, his voice pleading. "But.. miss."

Jane found it difficult to keep the thrill of excitement out 
of her voice as she spoke sternly to her young charge. "If you 
delay any more Richard I will double your punishment." "She 
watched with satisfaction as his trembling fingers started to 
undo the buttons of his jacket.  "Come along Richard 
everything off. quickly now." Jane stood up taking several 
ribbons of soft leather from the draw and placing them on top 
of the desk. She closed the draw and moved to side of her 
desk. She watched intently as the boy undressed. He had taken 
off his jacket and shirt and laid them on the seat of his 
chair. He was naked above the waist  but seemed reluctant to 
unbutton his trousers. "Take your shoes and socks off before 
your trousers.  quickly now, I have warned you." Jane's voice 
was stern. Her words seemed to have the desired effect as 
Richard bent over and removed his shoes and socks. "Come 
along. drop your trousers." Tears were rolling down his cheeks 
as Richard undid the buttons of his trousers and pushed them 
down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and placed them on 
top of his clothes on the desk. Jane felt an involuntary 
shiver run through her body as she watched the young boy stand 
up in just his underpants. "Right young man come and stand in 
front of me." She picked up the cane and held it across her 
thighs. She stood with her legs apart and waited for Richard 
to stand in front of her. He was clutching the waistband of 
his underpants as if they might fall. His whole body trembled 
with fear and trepidation, his face flushed a deep red as he 
stood before her. "Drop your pants Richard and bend over my 
desk." Richard's humiliation was complete as he stood in front 
of his beautiful young teacher. He looked up to her face as if 
to plead with her once more. Jane let go of the cane with one 
hand and gently stroked the boy's cheek. "Be a brave boy 
Richard, I have to do this for your own good". Her voice was 
soft, almost tender as she ran her fingers gently down the 
side of his face and over his shoulder. "Come along now, take 
off those pants, I really don't want to punish you more than 
is necessary." She thrilled as she watched him nervously push 
the pants down over his hips and then down his thighs. He bent 
low and picked up the underpants, clutching them against his 
genitals as he stood up. Jane smiled to herself as she reached 
forward and took the garment from his trembling fingers. 
Richard was mortified as she looked into his eyes. "Take your 
hands away and place them by your sides. Stand up straight and 
look at me." Jane looked down at his genitals as he 
reluctantly uncovered himself. She raised the tip of the cane 
and placed it under his chin. "I want you to look at me 
Richard." Jane's voice was now gentle and soothing. "I am 
going to give you six strokes on your bottom and I want you to 
take it like a man. No nonsense, otherwise I will increase it 
to twelve. Because you are new to punishment I am going to 
secure you. So bend over the desk." She lowered the cane and 
placed it with his underpants on the side of the desk. Richard 
shivered as he felt her gentle hands on his naked flesh. She 
turned him around to face her desk, placing the flat of her 
palm against his tummy she bent him over until his chest was 
pressed flat against the top of the desk. Bending to one knee 
behind him she boldly stoked her fingers up the inside of his 
thighs, making him spread his legs. "Please miss.." Richard 
stammered.

"It's no good pleading Richard, my mind is made up. Now get 
those legs apart." Quickly she took the ribbons and tied them 
around his ankles, fastening the ends of the soft leather to 
the legs of the desk. She then moved to the other side of her 
desk and taking his wrists, pulled his arms forward and deftly 
bound the wrists together. She attached the other end of the 
soft leather to the handle of the centre draw. "Now Richard I 
have not bound you tightly, but if you do not do as I say, I 
will fetch the maids to hold you down is that clear." Jane 
heard the boy mumble an affirmative reply as she moved back 
around the desk to stand behind his naked body. Although she 
had not bound him tightly she was well aware that he could not 
move his bottom but a few inches. She stood back admiring her 
handiwork. Richard's chest was pressed flat against the inlaid 
leather top with his head turned to one side and his legs 
spread widely apart. Jane relaxed as she examined the naked 
body stretched before her. She noted his firm buttocks as she 
bent forward to look between his outstretched legs. His penis 
hung down below his testicles, which she noticed were tightly 
encased in the scrotum as if he were cold. She moved forward 
and placed a hand on each buttock gently pulling them apart. 
She heard the boy gasp as she ran her forefinger down the 
crease of the buttocks and over the sensitive sphincter. 
"Right my boy, get that bottom up, come along up on your 
toes," She watched as he obediently straightened his legs and 
pushed his bottom upwards. Jane felt a quiver of excitement 
run through her body. She was aware that the boy could not 
raise his bottom any higher, but could not resist the prospect 
of increasing his embarrassment. "Come along you can do better 
than that" Gently she cupped his scrotum and carefully 
squeezed his testicles, pulling the scrotum backwards towards 
her. She thrilled once more as he gasped with shock at the 
intimate way she handled him. Keeping hold of his testicles 
she delicately encircled his penis with the finger and thumb 
of her other hand and pushed the foreskin upwards, uncovering 
the sensitive glans. "Come along get it up further, there's a 
good boy." Richard could do nothing but mumble. She noted that 
his face, which was turned to the side, was covered in one 
deep blush.

Letting go of him she stood back and once more took up her 
position. Taking the cane she lowered it so that the tip 
rested on the centre of his buttocks. Richard quaked visibly 
as the cold rattan touched his flesh. Delicately she stroked 
the cane up and down over the cheeks of his bottom. She felt 
the smooth cotton of her blouse rub against her nipples, which 
were hard with desire. 

"Come along Richard keep it up" With these words she abruptly 
raised the cane and brought it down hard across the very 
centre of his bottom. The effect was electric, his shoulders 
heaved as he strained to straighten up and his mouthed opened 
wide in a grimace of anguish. "Arrrggghhh..  arggghhh." 
Richard groaned as the pain of the stroke seared through his 
body. Through the deluge of pure anguish he heard her voice 
softly whisper. "That was number one." His shoulders quivered 
as he felt her tap the under-part of his buttocks. "Get your 
bottom up, I shall not tell you again." Her voice was now 
firmer and more husky. "Come along now." Richard strained to 
push his bottom upwards at the same time trying to clench his 
buttocks together as if somehow to protect the sensitive 
flesh. "Don't you dare clench your buttocks." With all the 
will power he could muster Richard forced himself to relax his 
buttocks. No sooner had the flesh relaxed a second stroke bit 
into his tender flesh. He tried to rear up but could not move 
his hands. His whole body seemed helplessly pinioned to the 
desk. He cried out loudly, his throat almost constricted with 
the effects of the pain. "Arrggghhh.. arrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.." 
"That was number two." Jane's voice was soft, almost a mumer. 
Without warning Richard heard the swish of the cane as once 
more it sliced though the air. He could not believe the 
intensity of the pain as the bony rattan cane bit deeply into 
his flesh. Arrggghhh.. arrggghhhhhh..  arrgggggggghhhhh." Jane 
squeezed her legs together as she felt a thrill run through 
her body. She pressed her hand between her legs and breathing 
deeply waited for the feeling to subside. She watched as 
Richard thrashed his bottom from side to side. Three bright 
red weals delineated his quivering buttocks. "Get that bottom 
up Richard" She said firmly as she raised the cane once more. 
"That was number three and you have three more to come." For 
the fourth stroke she sliced the cane down across the top of 
his buttocks. 'Thwack'. She delighted in the satisfying sound 
of the cane as it bit once more into his soft flesh. She 
watched delightedly as he threw his head back and screamed. 
"Arrgggggggghhh hhhhhhhhh  arrrgggg gggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh." 
"That was number four." Her words were barely audible as 
without respite she raised the cane again and brought it down 
hard. Richard was beside himself with pain as the bony rattan 
cane bit into his bottom. This time Jane had aimed carefully 
for the tender under-part of his buttocks. Her aim had been 
true and she watched his body quiver uncontrollably as he 
tried to rid himself of the pain  "Arrrgghrgggggghhhhh.. 
Arrrggggggghhhh oooooohhhhhh." Richard screamed, his flesh 
felt as if it was on fire. His body was quivering 
uncontrollably his mouth wide open as he fought for breath. 
"That was number five, you have one more to come. Jane was not 
sure that she had managed to keep the excitement out of her 
voice as mercilessly she raised her arm for the sixth and 
final stroke. She aimed for the centre of his bottom and 
brought the cane down hard, watching as if in slow motion, the 
wicked rattan strike his flesh.

His flesh seemed to envelop the bamboo as it bit deep into his 
buttocks. The effect of the last stroke was beyond anything 
Richard could have imagined. His whole body stiffened for an 
instance as if had been electrocuted. He tossed his head and 
screamed. Argggghhhh ..  arrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. 
arrrggggggggggggggghhhhh. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he 
tried to escape his bindings. His whole body was writhing in 
agony. Arrrggggghhhhhh..arrggggggghhhhhh.ooooohhhhhhhh. Please 
misss.. misss n'nnoo more. He shook uncontrollably as the pain 
coursed through his body. "Pleeeeeeese misssss." He was near 
to fainting as he tried to form his words. "Pleeeaaase. miss, 
no more."

Jane smiled with satisfaction as she laid down the cane. She 
leaned over his quivering naked body and gently stroked her 
hand over his shoulders. "There my boy, it's all over now. Try 
and relax. there's a good boy. Softly her fingers trailed over 
his back and down over his upturned bottom. She bent to one 
knee and deftly cupped his scrotum with one hand while the 
other delicately encircled his penis. She pushed the foreskin 
back over the glans and squeezed the timid flesh. Pulling the 
foreskin down again she began to move her hand up and down in 
a milking motion. She heard the boy gasp as she cleverly 
manipulated his penis. She slowly increased the tempo of her 
ministrations as she felt his penis begin to stiffen. "There 
there now, it's all over now, just relax." Richard gasped as 
she tightened her grip on his penis and pushed the foreskin 
back as far as it would go. She punctuated the stroking of his 
penis by gently squeezing his testicles in a similar rhythm. 
Richard's emotions were in turmoil his breathing heavy and 
laboured. He felt totally trapped and humiliated as she 
cleverly aroused him.

She worked diligently, ignoring the moans and groans of the 
naked boy. Abruptly she let go of his testicles and slid her 
fingers up between the crease of his buttocks. Locating the 
sphincter, she teased the delicate membranes around the 
opening. With great care she inserted her finger into the 
orifice, insidiously probing until she felt the sphincter 
dilate. Without warning she pushed her finger firmly up into 
his bottom at the same time pushing the foreskin of his penis 
back, fully exposing the glans. She ignored the boy's gasps as 
she quickly located the prostate gland. Curling her finger 
inside him, she stoked the prostate, feeling his penis throb 
between her fingers. "There's a good boy, just relax it will 
take the pain away." Richard's whole body was trembling, his 
body wracked with emotion as his mistress expertly brought him 
to new heights of sexual sensation. Feeling his penis throb 
uncontrollable Jane quickly pressed her finger deeper into his 
bottom, increasing the tempo of her strokes as she squeezed 
his penis as hard as she could.

She smiled with satisfaction as the boy moaned uncontrollably. 
A jet of semen erupted from the tip of his penis on to the 
carpet below. Jane moved her hand up and down the shaft of his 
penis with increased speed, her nails gently grazing the rim 
of the glans as her fingers moved down over the tip. Richard 
shook with emotion as she relentlessly milked him of every 
last drop of semen. He felt drained as her fingers slowed and 
her grip relaxed. Jane extracted her finger from his bottom 
and took hold of his scrotum. She squeezed firmly watching the 
last drops of milky white semen escape from the tip of his 
penis. "There.. there, just you relax, while I fetch the maids 
to attend to you." Richard was beside himself with emotion. He 
could not have believed that he could feel any more 
embarrassment and yet he was to be subjected to even greater 
indignities. Jane knew her job well, after all she had been 
trained by the best. Richard was her charge and she had made 
but a small start. He would over the next few years be 
subjected to humiliation, pain and sexual pleasure. He would 
be trained to associate pain with pleasure and humiliation 
with adoration for his mistresses. This for Richard was just a 
beginning. 






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