By Jane Marwood
Part 5 - Jane Gets a Job
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 molding she had in mind for her
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 realize 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
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 realized 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
Jane quickened her fingers, rejoicing in the reluctant movements of the
hips beneath her. "Stay still you naughty girl"
Her Ladyship 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 crystallized 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 realized. Of course!
periods of absolute normality punctuated with extreme embarrassment and
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
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 realized 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
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
"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
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
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 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
Both Wendy and Annette bobbed a little curtsey and said, "Yes Miss." in
"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 herself blush. "Do you realize 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 recognized it as Channel 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
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
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
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 inquiring 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
"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
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, Thank you. 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
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."
A Governess for Richard
"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 reveled 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 colored up at the touch of her hand and
her steady gaze. He was completely mesmerized 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.
"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
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 demeanor 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 gray worsted jacket and
gray 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
"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
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
Richard worked silently he had had no time to crystallize 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 onto 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 program 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 program 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
Jane shook her head. "No. Thank you 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.. thank you 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 whenever 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 colored 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. "Well 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 characterization
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
"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 one's 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 favorites 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 Thank you I think that would be an excellent
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 cozy in
here that I sometimes stretch out by the fire and listen to the Radio or
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
"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 realized 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 had 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 inquiring 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
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
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
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
"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
"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
"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 inquired 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, marveling 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
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.
"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 misdemeanor, 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 color 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 marveled
at her firm, well toned figure.
"Let's get down to a more practical demonstration of how I want you both
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
Occasionally she glanced over at Diane and Veronica to receive their
nods of approval as she became even bolder. "Open your legs so that I
can wash between your bottom."
Rachael blushed as her young companion moved her legs apart. "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. "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
"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
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
Reluctantly Richard moved to stand in front of her, his face colored
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.
"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
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 moaned and groaned as the girls increased the tempo of
"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 toweling
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
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 myself?... 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
"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
"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
"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
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
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
"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
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 realized that she could
not have done so well. Rachael finished clearing up and turned to
Claire. "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 realize 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
"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
"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. "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. "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
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, marveling
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
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.
"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 humor which made her one of the most popular girls at
Veronica, Diane and Patricia had been firm friends for years and had
come through the rigors 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
negligee 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 negligee.
"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. 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
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 Thank you Wendy, you and Annette have done a most professional job
and thank you 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
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
"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
"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
center 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 maneuvered 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 maneuver the boy into position. Richard groaned once more, the
only articulation he was capable of making to signify his extreme
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
"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 mesmerized 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 skillfully 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, marveling 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
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 colored 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
"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
"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
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
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 favors,
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 licked 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 rumored 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
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 center 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 deputize 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
realized why she had been asked by Lady Rawlings rather than the
governor to deputize 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
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
"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
"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
"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
John Gilbert was standing in the center 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.
"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
"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
maneuvered 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
"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. "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
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 rumors 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
"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.
"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
John blushed profusely as the young women stood back and looked him up
and down. "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
"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.
"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
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
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 center 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
recognizing 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
"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
recognizing 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 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 center 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
When she had finished she looked across at the governor. The governor
nodded her approval at Sarah's methods and nodded to the young warder to
"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.
"Arrrrgggghhhh.....arrgggggghhhhhhh 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.
"Arrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhh.. 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 center of the boy's bottom. He screamed in pure
abandonment as the twigs bit and pinched every part of his buttocks.
Arrrrrrrggggghhhhhh.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
"Mark six. Thank you 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. "Thank you 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?
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
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
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
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
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 center draw. Her long eyelashes
accenting her beautiful profile as she looked down into the draw. 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
paneling 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 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 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
"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
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 behavior 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 center 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
"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 bare 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 center draw.
"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 only 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 center 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 center 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
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.
"That was number two." Jane's voice was soft, almost a murmur. 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 weal's 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
center 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
"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 labored. 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 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.