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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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