14 comments/ 65622 views/ 26 favorites Jane Marwood, Governess Ch. 01 By: harrietmarwood On London's Great Portland Street, there is a row of gloomy mansions that have not changed appreciably in the last century. There blossomed the romance of Michael Lovel and Jane Marwood. It was a story so bizarre in its beginnings, so fraught with suffering in its outcome, that the old house, which witnessed its birth and infancy, might well look melancholy with the despair of seeing such a story ever matched. Such loves as Michael and Jane's have gone out of style, there are loves that are impossible in the world as it is these days. In the year 1880, when this story begins, it was on one of those rare occasions when spring comes early, and a nostalgic atmosphere flows through the Victorian homes as if the flowers had not blossomed for decades. This, of cause, gave rise to much friendly conversation over the weather, which was always the preferred topic of conversation. Michael Lovel was lying peacefully on his stomach in the tall grass of the cemetery, which lay half a mile outside the city of London. Not a soul could be seen at this old neglected graveyard, which suited Michael just fine as he was of a rather withdrawn nature. Not even the old retired cemetery caretaker, who used to wave at Michael while he went through the tall grass with a rusted rake, more symbolically than anything, could be seen this day. "Maria Lovel, 1829-1872" It read on the tombstone, the letters so decayed that you could hardly make out the date of birth. Michael was eighteen now, which meant his mother had passed away when he was but a lad, leaving his upbringing to the stern, conservative mercantilist who was his father. He was at this time, when we first make his acquaintance, a rather insignificant boy, small for his age, shy, of a reserved disposition and a sweet and even temper. Outwardly, he was timid and passive; possessing an almost delicate beauty inherited from his mother. Having spent the last ten years of his young life at a boys-boarding school, he had not yet made acquaintances with any females, although they would undoubtedly be taken in by the handsome features of his appearance. Today was a very significant day; he would be introduced to a lady who went by the name of "Jane Marwood". She was what they at the time called a governess. A woman employed to teach and train young boys and girls in a private household. Although having a governess at Michael's age was far from the norm, his father had found that it was necessary, seeing how Michael appeared to be rather immature compared to his fellow schoolmates. A trait he blamed on the early passing of the boy's mother. Another reason had also inclined him to take these somewhat drastic measures, though Michael's father did not speak of it due to the taboo nature of the subject. During Michael's stay at the boarding school, he had been caught several times masturbating, which at the time was seen upon as a disgusting habit. Bluntly speaking most of the boys properly took part in this self-abusing practice, but Michael had been unfortunate on several occasions, thus persuading the principle that a hand-written letter to Mr.Lovel was in order. Jane Marwood was notoriously know in the upper-class families of London for being a particularly stern governess, not inclined to spare the cane if her young charges didn't demonstrate the right amount of discipline required in her presence. She had jet-black hair which was tied up neatly in a not, exhibiting her beautiful jar-line. Her full red lips and mesmerizing emerald-green eyes had the sort of expression that would make the knees of every young man go weak. Her figure was slim, with gorgeous breasts sitting firmly and proudly on her chest, the curve of her waist and hips leading to long, slender legs. Marwood's features were an utmost temptation to the eye, yet she radiated the kind of feminine authority that would make her admirers disregard any foolish endeavors of winning her grace effortlessly. As Michael lay there in the tall grass, wondering what his new governess would be like, a very distinctly looking woman in a blue Victorian dress stepped inside the Lovel's house, where she was greeted by Michael's father. So great was his astonishment at her beauty, that Mr.Lovel had forgotten to offer his assistance with her luggage. "Welcome miss Marwood! What a pleasure to finally meet you," he said when he finally came to his senses. "The pleasure is all mine Mr.Lovel," Jane Marwood said with a smile, showing of her flawless white teeth. As Jane offered Mr.Lovel her hand, he quickly took her slender fingers within both his sweaty palms and gave a deep bow, which was of rather unusual behavior for his character. But Marwood's extraordinary exterior had the tendency of rejuvenating even the proudest of men. "Michael is visiting his mother's grave, if I had only known you would arrive this early," He immediately started apologizing, still holding her hand. "Oh it's no trouble, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time later this afternoon," Jane cut him off, her gaze wandering from Mr.Lovel's face to the dusty commode that stood beside him. Things would undoubtedly change around here. Michael's father suddenly realized he had been holding her hand for an inappropriately length of time and let go of her with a bewildered expression on his face. "Let me show you to the room you'll be staying in," he then said while picking up the suitcase which he had until this point neglected to help her with. Jane followed the elderly man, noting how the cleanliness of the house was in a poor state. Honestly speaking it would properly be considered normal by today's standards, but Jane was a perfectionist in most aspects, striding towards being the ideal governess. At the end of the house they entered a fairly decent sized room with a large bed and a dressing table. There were two large windows on either side of the bed, which gave the room a refreshing bright look, as the light outside illuminated the old wooden floor. Michael's father set down her belongings on the bed and turned to look at her. He wanted to speak, but couldn't get the words over his tongue as he felt shameful mentioning what was on his mind. Jane looked at him sympathetically as she had previously been fully informed by letter, and knew full well what he wanted to say. She was aware that Michael had been expelled from the boarding school for being caught red-handed for the fifth time. And how the boy had lost his mother at an early age and therefore needed a firm caring hand. "It will be difficult, sir, but you need have no doubt of my eventual success" Jane said, in a much more articulated manner than what would eventually have come out the mouth of Mr.Lovel, had she not interrupted him. "Very well miss! You have my full permission to do whatever it takes to make a proper man out of my son," he said with a quick bow and then turned to leave the room, eager to escape this disgraceful conversation. Jane Marwood promptly busied herself cleaning the house and scrubbing the floor. Within just four hours she had the house sparkling clean. As she was putting up the newly washed laundry to dry, she suddenly heard a noise coming from the front of the house. "This must be Michael," she thought to herself as she quickly hung up the last piece of clothing and walked towards the front door. Indeed it was Michael, standing in the hallway with a tail of dirty footprint behind him. Michael's face was a pure picture of amazement and anxiety as he saw the goddess approach him with a stern expression on her stunningly beautiful face. "As a matter of fact, I just cleaned the very floor you are walking across with those filthy shoes, you foolish boy!" Jane said in a calm tone, not revealing that she was in fact very pleased at the sight of him. With his slim body and handsome face he looked like a little Adonis, looking up at her with his big brown eyes. "I'm so...sorry!" Michael stammered, not knowing what to say. "Is that how you address your governess boy?" Jane said sternly as she took one step closer, with folded arms across her chest. "Say, Apologies miss Marwood" The governess said, tapping her foot against the wooden floor as if to indicate the exhaustion of her patience. "Apologies miss Marwood," Michael quickly stammered, looking down upon his feet in an attempt to avoid the scrutiny from her penetrating eyes. "Very well, I will let this little incident go unpunished," Jane said in a more gentle tone, extending her right arm and softly caressing his cheek. Michael was blushing crimson by now. "You've been away for quite a long time Michael. The cemetery is only 2 miles away, what have you been doing?" He blushed and tried to reply, but an excess of shyness strangled his voice. He remained silent. "Well?" "I...I did nothing at all." "Nothing at all! But that is unheard of. One must do something." The last words were accompanied by a gaze of such penetration that he shivered, his eyes involuntarily falling to the region of his genitals for assurance that there were no traces of his indulgence. Jane's shrewd gaze followed his. "Come now," she said, with a faint note of mockery in her clear, pleasant voice, "tell me what you have been doing." As the boy failed to come up with an answer, Jane decided to end his torment. "I want you to take off your shoes, walk upstairs and get cleaned up. Then I want you to go to your room, pick up the edition of Dostojevskij's "Crime and Punishment" which I have placed on your pillow and read the first four chapters." Jane was speaking in a monotone voice, like a teacher addressing a pupil, contrasting greatly to the actions of her hand which she was lovingly running through his soft brown hair. "Subsequently I want you to write a resume of the four chapters and hand it over when you come down for supper, at exactly 7 p.m." "Yes miss Marwood," Michael quickly replied before hurriedly removing his shoes and running up the staircase. For the next couple of hours Jane didn't hear a sound from upstairs, which pleased her very much. She once again scrubbed the floor and cleaned off the dirty shoes he had left behind. When everything was finally living up to her standards of cleanliness, she proceeded to the kitchen and began preparing supper, producing a healthy, nutritional meal, suitable for a teenager like Michael. The hour for supper arrived and the great antique clock in the living room stroke nineteen. The loud noise it produced was pursued by a sound of swift footsteps along the ceiling. Michael soon appeared in the kitchen doorway, holding in his hand two pieces of paper. He nervously approached Jane, handing her the resume with his hands visibly shaking. Taking hold of his work, she carefully examined its content. "Only two pages?" She said in a disapproving tone. In actuality she was surprised that he had even finished reading the four chapters of the book, but she still hadn't forgiven his previous misconduct and was determined to chastise the boy. Furthermore she was rather looking forward to baring his young bottom and inflicting some color onto it with her cane. "Is father not joining us for supper?" Michael asked in a quiet voice. "No, he is visiting a friend. You may sit down," she told him while continuously reading through his resume, concealing any sign of approval for what was truthfully a decent piece of writing. "Right, we'll definitely have to work on that young man," Jane finally said as she tossed the paper down next to the sink. Sighing loudly Jane strolled across the floor and stood next to Michael, inspecting him with her eyes. "Show me your hands Michael." A gulping sound escaped from the poor boy as he raised his trembling hands, sensing her growing impatience. Tenderly she took hold of his hands, examining each of them thoroughly. Then suddenly she grasped the tip of his fingers and violently pushed them up in front of his frightened face. "There is dirt under your nails Michael!" She said in a tone that indicated inevitable consequences. "That's it young man! I've had it with your insolence!" The governess said as she abruptly grabbed hold of his earlobe and raised him from the chair. "Awww please miss I'm sorry!" Michael winced in pain, not for a moment questioning the legitimacy of her reaction to what he had until now deemed as a trifle matter. Dragging him behind her by the earlobe, she marched him into the living room where she pushed him face down on the couch with his head pressed against the back of it. Michael made an effort to get up but felt her hand firmly pressing down on the small of his back. "Stay right where you are young man, don't make this worse for yourself," he heard his governess say in a tone that didn't encourage any form of disobedience. Michael lay still, his heartbeat racing as he awaited the impending result of his careless misdeeds. Had he only known the thoughts going through the head of his governess as she stood behind him, enjoying the moment in an awfully improper manor. Her face was that of a hungry lioness and a wicked smile had spread across her lips. "If you as much as utter a word without being asked I will add five strikes with the cane," Jane said in a far from gentle tone. "Do you understand Michael?" "Yes governess," Michael whimpered, knowing there was no way out of this. Suddenly he felt her hands reach around his waist, slowly unbuttoning the front of his shorts. He was in a state of utter shock as he felt her slender fingers delicately pulling down the zipper of his pants. "Please no, miss Marwood," Michael moaned in embarrassment. "Five more strikes with the cane then," he heard her say in a voice that almost suggested she was enjoying his predicament. Hooking her fingers inside his shorts and undies, she slowly began pulling them down over his round, taut bottom, to which Michael's only reaction was to whimper in disbelief. Jane was deliberately tugging down the garment as slow as possible, wanting to postpone the moment of his total humiliation. As the soft flesh of his buttocks was exposed to her gaze, she admired the smoothness of his pale tushy. She let his pants and undies fall to the ground around his knees, rendering his legs completely immovable. Slowly, she traced her nails over the smooth skin on the back of his thighs, sending shivers through Michael's spine. "Such a cute little behind," Jane said in a loving voice as her hands traveled over his young bum. Marwood noted that her charge was blushing deeply, his cheeks becomming a color that would soon match his bottom. With her left hand she took hold of his shirt and dragged it up past his shoulder blades, hungrily taking in the perfection of his physic. Then suddenly, as if like thunder from a clear sky, her hand landed sharply on the upturned cheeks of his bottom, causing Michael to yelp out in pain. "Smack! smack! smack!" It sounded, as hard slaps rained down upon the woundable target before her. "Please miss! Please governess!" Michael wailed in desperation, his pleas only arousing Jane even further. "Five more with the cane!" Jane said unsympathetically, continuing to punish his blushing behind. "Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" The poor boy wriggled his bottom pathetically in an attempt to lessen the impact of her flat palm against his skin. "Smack! Smack! Smack!" For the next ten minutes, all that could be heard in the large living room was the sound of flesh against flesh as her hand unrelentingly roasted his poor backside, and the occasional moan of pain that escaped from Michael's lips. When Jane was satisfied with the rosy-red color upon his burning cheeks, she suddenly stopped and ran her hands soothingly over his inflamed skin. "Shhhhh almost done now sweetie," she said reassuringly, feeling a rush of sympathy as she saw the tears rolling down his blushing face. "Stand up young man," she said, guiding him by the hips up to a standing position. Turning him around by his shoulders, she took hold of his wrists and lifted them above his head in order to remove his shirt. As she pulled off the garment, she noted that his penis had become slightly engorged, and that it was of a satisfying size and shape. Michael was unable to meet her eyes as she bared his chest. Wiping the tears off his blushing face, she said in a gentle voice; "I want you to stand in the corner over there, nose touching the wall, and think about why I had to punish you Michael" The poor boy quickly nodded his head with a sniffle. His feet still restricted from the shorts around his ankles, he waddled pathetically over to the corner and got into the degrading position which she had ordered him. Without saying a word, the governess went upstairs into her room and picked up her favorite cane from her suitcase. This particular cane had seen quite a few naughty bottoms over the years, and the hand which wielded it was one of familiarity. As she reentered the living room, Michael was standing obediently in the same position. With his nose pressed against the corner and his hands rubbing the sore flesh of his behind, he looked adorably cute. Seeing him like this, almost made Jane think twice about using the cane on him, but her experience as a governess told her otherwise. Michael didn't dare look back over his shoulders, but the distinguished twitching sound of the cane was unmistakable. With his eyes shut tightly, he awaited the agonizing impact of the cane. "You will receive 10 strikes of the cane, I want you to count them out loud, is that understood?" "Yes miss Marwood," Michael sobbed, unable to resign himself to the excruciating pain he would undoubtedly undergo. A brief moment of silence followed, after which the distinctive sound of a stick cutting through air could be heard as the cane stung the soft unprotected flesh of his bottom. "Crack!" "One miss Marwood!" Michael cried out, barely able to cope with the immense stinging sensation the cane left behind. "Crack!" "Awwww! Two miss Marwood!" The poor boy sobbed helplessly, tears streaming down his handsome face. In a foolish attempt to shield his aching buttocks the cane landed sharply on his hand "Hands away! That one doesn't count!" "Please governess!" Michael pleaded rubbing his hurting hand "Crack!" "Th...Three miss Marwoooooood!" he wept, as he dutifully counted the stinging blows. "Crack!" "Crack!" "Fou..Five miss Marwood!" Michael cried out, barely able to stand. The painful punishment suddenly seized, as Jane had decided the boy couldn't take any more. Michael felt the cool hands of his governess upon his burning bottom, which now had five visible red stripes across it. "Shhhh it's all over now sweetie," she whispered in a soothing voice into his ear. Michael was panting heavily now, grateful that she had shoved him some mercy. "Your governess is going to make it much better now," Jane said in a loving voice as she took hold of his wrist and guided him over to the couch, dragging him face down across her lap. So great was his relief, that he happily resigned himself to being put over her lap as if he were but a child. Jane picked up a jar of cream and unscrewed the lid, coating her fingers in the white substance. She gently rubbed a generous amount of the soothing cool cream into the stinging flesh of his buttocks and despite the humiliating nature of her gesture, the cool cream felt wonderful upon his burning skin. Jane squeezed his bum tightly as she molded his flesh. Letting her hand sensually trace up the back of his spine, a rush of shivers went through Michael's body. The boy uttered a small moan as her fingers gently played with the nape of his neck. Jane Marwood, Governess Ch. 01 "That's a good litte boy, doesn't that feel much better?" Jane said in a soft voice while sliding her other hand down between the cheeks of his bottom, cupping his testicles in the palm of her hand. Michael moaned timidly in reply, feeling completely defeated in a state between pleasure and utter humiliation. Tightening her grip on his precious globes she bent down next to his ear. "Answer me boy" she whispered with a quick squeeze of her hand. "Yes governess, thank you governess" he whimpered in a low voice with his face blushing deeply. Jane let go of his little sack, her fingers once again trailing up and down between his cheeks, adding pressure each time she passed the little rosebud that lay in between which made Michael jump slightly in her lap. Stifling a giggle, Jane dug her fingers into the deep cleft of his bottom and pried the soft globes apart, smiling at the sight of his cute little anus. Michael had never felt so exposed as the cool air of the room came into contact with his sensitive sphincter. Jane traced a long cream coated finger around his pink opening, causing Michael to moan out in embarrassment. "Please miss, don't," but quickly stopped himself, as he by now knew better than to resist her will. It didn't go unnoticed by the governess, who smiled triumphantly at his complete submission as she simultaneously firmly popped her finger up inside him. "Uhhhhhh," Michael whimpered as Jane buried her finger inside him to the knuckle. His penis, which lay nestled between her legs, had now become fully erect as Jane was rubbing the soft skin of her thighs against his sensitive member. She Squeezed his penis tightly between her warm legs as her finger teasingly ran over the glans of his prostate, making his entrapped pecker throb violently. With a twist of her deeply embedded finger, she slowly withdrew from within him. Jane gave him a light playful slap upon his sore bottom, causing him to jump in slight pain. "Right, stand up young man." Michael was reluctant to get up as he was by now sporting a raging erection. Jane watched with an amused smile as the red-faced boy got up with his hands instantly flying to his crouch in an attempt to hide his shameful condition . "Hands on your head young man, I won't tolerate any false modesty," Jane said as she quickly got up, raising her hand as if to inflict another blow on his sore backside. Hurriedly he did as told, exposing his throbbing penis. "Do you have no self-control?" Jane said mockingly as she softly patted his little sack. Taking hold of him by the hips, she marched him out towards the bathroom. "Now I will show you have to properly clean yourself young man," Jane Marwood said as she admired his beautiful form, hands on his head and that cute blushing behind on display. She would make a man out of him alright. To be continued... Jane Marwood, Governess Ch. 02 Special thanks to Jane Marwood who helped edit the text. All characters are over 18. -------------------------------------------------- The cool porcelain tiles send shivers up through Michael's spine as he stepped into the bathroom. He was met by a feminine perfumed scent that for some reason made him feel even more vulnerable, subjugated as he was at the mercy of the female sex. The sound of Jane's footsteps echoed in the large room as her high heels trod across the shiny white tiled floor. The governess marched Michael into the middle of the bathroom. Scoring her nails gently across his back, she stepped around him towards the tub and began drawing the boy's bath. Turning back to look at him, Jane found herself once again deeply stirred by the beauty of his slim body. Her eyes passed appreciatively from point to point, dwelling with the art of a connoisseur, first upon the plump shoulders and then down onto the straight slender legs. His skin was so delicate, his frame so fragile. All of which contrasted greatly to the blatancy of his erect penis. Michael could not bring himself to meet her gaze as he stood naked with his hands placed upon his head. The governess stepped towards him slowly, her hips moving sensually. Taking hold of the boy's chin she tilted his head backwards, noting his visibly blushing cheeks. Jane looked down into his innocent eyes, savouring the moment. Michael felt so docile and feeble in her hands, like a puppet on a string. As she let go of him, his gaze immediately returned to his feet. Jane could not have been more satisfied with his looks, except for the patch of curly hair around his beautiful member. She did not condone the protection of modesty she believed it provided the boy. Taking hold of a fluffy towel she spread it down on the tiled floor. "Lie down on your back young man," Jane told him nonchalantly as she busied herself at the sink. Michael was terrified at the thought of what she might do to him next. With a timid whimper he reluctantly lay down on the towel, feeling the soft fabric against his naked skin. The boy pressed his legs tightly together as he watched Jane put down several items on the floor next to his feet, one of which, Michael noticed, was a shaving brush. His heart started racing as Jane kneeled down and took hold of his slender ankles. "Arms over your head Michael" Jane said with a faint smile, her eyes glowing with lust. As Michael complied he felt his legs being lifted up into the air, elevating his bottom from the soft towel. Jane gave a small sigh of pleasure as she exposed his body so rudely, spreading the milky thighs wide apart. With her eyes fixed on the firm and trembling roundness of the boy's buttocks, she forced his knees down to his chest. "Now hug your knees tightly sweetie, and don't let go unless I tell you so," Jane said in her clear voice, not for a moment betraying the thrill she felt as he was made to assume the ultimate of degrading positions for a young boy. "Please governess" he pleaded, but the look on Jane's face was that of an unrelenting and implacable queen as she towered over him. Michael felt absolutely ridiculous as he hugged his knees. With his erected penis resting on the soft flesh of his stomach and his bottom pointing straight up towards the gaze of his tormenter, he could not think of a more humiliating position. Neither could Jane. How wonderfully exposed and vulnerable - she told herself, thrilling to the idea of his helplessness and her own power; already her own sensuality was aroused, her cleft had begun to grow deliciously moist. Picking up the shaving brush, she began lathering up his nether region. "Lie still and don't fidget, I don't want to cut your little willy," Jane said softly, her words punctuated her actions as she patted his throbbing member. His penis was far from small but she enjoyed the effect her words seemed to have on Michael as he whimpered in anguish. Her hands were gentle and caring as she proceeded to denude his body of hair. Carefully she shaved his genital area, paying special attention to his sensitive scrotum and even though Michael had no hair between the cheeks of his bottom she still shaved him there, just to cause the boy further embarrassment. She even shaved under his armpits, rendering the boy completely hairless, not even a wisp of hair to protect his modesty. Michael could feel the cool air around his freshly shaven genitals and his recently spanked bottom. Jane was lovingly running her hands over his exposed flesh, taking pleasure in the smooth feel of his shaven skin. "That's a good boy, smooth as a baby's bottom" she said with a smile, emphasizing the last word with a playful slap on his bum. Jane slowly got up and took a step back, relishing in the sight of this beautiful boy so submissively on display. With his handsome face blushing deeply and his eyes closed tightly, he looked absolutely adorable. He was hugging his knees as if his life depended on it, elevating the cheeks of his bottom, which were a nice shade of pink from the spanking Jane had administered earlier. His hard member looked delicious as it rested on his shaven pubis. The smooth sack beneath bulged with his plump testicles, which had been drawn up by the tightening of his scrotum as it reacted to the exposure of cool air. Jane turned towards the sink and began filling the large enema bag, which she had previously placed there. The enema bag, like the cane, were items from her suitcase, as well as the variety of syringes, which she was now running through her fingers, contemplating, while glancing over at the boy. She made sure the enema was very soapy and decided on using a rather large syringe. Michael's face was a true picture of horror as he saw Jane approach him, her hand smearing lubricant down the length of the nozzle as if it was a phallus. "Please miss, I don't want an enema" Michael said barely audible, almost a whisper. He had never had one before but knew very well where the nozzle was supposed to go. In his 'knee to chest' position with his feet dangling in the air, Michael's rosebud sphincter seemed to be cringing as it peered up at Jane. What a cute little butthole! She thought when she sank to her knees, and to her utter amazement, she felt like kissing it before she violated it with the plastic syringe. Licking her lips, she eased the middle finger of her right hand into the deep crevice of his plump buttocks and smeared the cold lubricant over his hot little anus. "Oooh!" Michael moaned. He began squirming his rear end around. "What's wrong, sweetie?" Jane asked with a slight grin, and although she had already applied a liberal coating of the lubricant, she didn't stop rubbing his vulnerable orifice. "Just relax your little bottom" Jane whispered as she began insinuating the end of her middle finger into the exposed aperture of the boy's buttonhole. She felt the tightness of his greased anus engulfing the first knuckle of her probing finger. A perverted thrill tingled up her spine. She smiled reassuringly at Michael, as if her actions were entirely appropriate. She watched his face as she deftly sank the full length of her long and slender finger up into the boy's quivering hole. The inside of his bottom felt hot as his reflex action caused the velvety anal canal to clamp down around her embedded finger. "Uhhhhhh" the lad whimpered, his mouth agape, almost beside himself from the intense sensation. "Just relax, relaaaaaaax," she breathed, "The syringe is much bigger than my finger and I need your bottom loose and fully open for the nozzle." She illustrated her point by slipping her finger deep into his quivering bottom. "So don't complain," she said, her voice rich and fruity with excitement as she gently stroked her cold-creamed finger in and out of the tight ring of his sphincter. She felt a shiver of delight between her legs as she deftly pulled her finger out of the young boy's bottom. Her action caused a loud popping sound, as she examined his liberally greased rectum. She knelt down alongside the boy and brought the nozzle tip up to his quivering sphincter. Michael flinched and pulled back for a second. Jane giggled and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Where do you think you're going boy?" Jane said with a wicked smile. Then she pressed the nozzle against his greased hole and pushed it in. Michael whimpered as he felt it enter him. She slowly penetrated him as far as she could, his little anus being reluctantly forced to dilate around the shaft. As Jane released the water, Michael felt the hot soapy liquid gushing up inside him, invading his very core. Jane laid the palm of her hand flat on his tummy and began to stroke in a circular motion. She made sure that her wrist smoothed over the tip of his penis as she caressed his flesh. Pleasure fused through the boy's body, blending with the discomfort in his guts. Jane could feel the hot fluid gathering in his stomach as she worked the nozzle stem to stimulate his prostate. A large drop of clear viscous liquid formed in the eye of his urethra. It descended in a gooey silver strand as it dropped onto his stomach. Jane noted that half the content of the enema bag was already inside the boy. "Please I'm bursting!" he exclaimed. "Shhh... just a little while longer.... be a good boy, you can take it all," she comforted him. Her fingers kneaded his stomach. His penis throbbed against the back of her hand. His balls were drawn up tightly against the root of his penis. The muscles around his anus were contracting frantically as he fought to stop his body from disgracing him. As the bag finally emptied, she slipped the nozzle out and pressed Michael's cheeks tightly together to avoid any leakage. "You have to wait while it cleanses you. Just 5 minutes. Then you can let it out." The minutes passed very slowly. Michael had never been so uncomfortable. It was like having to go in the worst way and not being able to. After what seemed an eternity, Jane finally spoke. "Michael, I'm going to help you up now but you must try and squeeze your bottom cheeks together so that you won't dribble." Tottering to his feet Michael stood up with his belly visually distended. Opening the toilet lid carefully, Jane positioned Michael's bottom on the cool seat. "Let it out Michael," she demanded as she stood over him. He didn't have to be told. The pressure was so overwhelming that Michael immediately expelled the contents of his tummy, feeling a great flood of liquid gush out underneath him. Embarrassing farting noises echoed into the toilet as he helplessly evacuated his bowels. Michael shivered involuntarily and hung his head in shame. Jane had him sit a few minutes, waiting for further spurts or dribbles. The boy sat there hunched forward on his knees, a pure picture of shame. Jane was enjoying herself immensely as she towered over the blushing boy. Placing her hand gently on his cheek, she bent over slightly and looked into his blushing face. "Well done Michael, only two more to go now" Jane said in a gentle voice as she caressed his cheek. Michael looked at her in disbelief and horror, his lower lip trembling slightly. "Please miss." But nothing could bend the will of this iron lady. It was a mere twenty minutes later that he stood naked in the bathtub, feeling completely exhausted and literally drained after receiving three large enemas. Jane placed a stool next to the bathtub and sat down, uttering a satisfied sigh. "Now doesn't it feel nice to know that you are sparkling clean inside your little bottom?" The boy gave a weary, reluctant nod. Jane took hold of his hips and spun him around, able to admire his body at her leisure. Michael was like a rag doll in her hands, too tired to protest as she proceeded to lather up his body with soap. She handled him with ease. Lifting an arm. Turning him around. Even as she pulled back his foreskin and slipped a soapy finger up into his bottom, his only response was a weak moan of embarrassment. She made Michael sit down in the tub with his back to her and then poured a generous amount of shampoo into her hand. The flowery scent smelt so lovely and as she gently washed his hair Michael almost feel asleep. Her hands were caring as they traced through his hair, playing havoc with his feelings. His eyes were peacefully closed, his lips slightly parted. Jane smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek as she manipulated his naive senses. Running her fingers up his neck she placed her lips next to his ear, whispering; "Okay now, get onto your knees, bend over, and rinse your hair out in the tub. Be sure to keep your eyes closed." "Yes, miss," he replied softly, his eyes stinging slightly from the shampoo that had soaked through his clenched eyelids. Michael blushed as he realized that in this position he would be displaying his naked bottom up into the air. Jane thought that it was indeed a very cute sight as he reluctantly raised his buttocks, displaying his wet little behind all glistening and shiny to her gaze. When his face was underwater she placed her hand on his bottom and openly stroked and fondled the soft, smooth curves. Michael quickly rinsed his hair and looked back over his shoulder, hoping she would let him up. Jane smiled down at him as she traced a finger down the crevice of his bottom and cupped his sensitive scrotum. Pulling his plump testes out from underneath him she gentle fondled the smooth globes. Michael's body tightened up as she played with his delicate jewels. "Now will you ever again show up to dinner with dirty nails?" Jane had now placed her other hand on his crease and was slowly running a finger around the edge of his puckered hole. "No miss Marwood" "And what will pay the price if you ever do?" she punctuated the last word by sliding a long finger up into his anus which was by now so soapy and dilated that it offered little resistance. "My bottom miss!" The boy yelped. Jane patted his buttocks gently and helped him out of the tub. Placing him once again in the middle of the room she suddenly turned and left. It was almost five minutes later that she returned with yet another fluffy towel. The boy's wet body was now shaking visibly from the cold and his teeth was chattering heavily. Michael looked at her like a sad puppy whilst hugging himself tightly. His erection had subsided and had curled up, looking much less impressive and yet to Jane, very cute. "Awww you poor thing," Jane said as she hurriedly stepped over to him, wrapping him in the warm soft towel. "You're freezing!" Jane held Michael close as she rubbed his body through the towel. "You have been a very good boy," she said, smiling down at him. Taking his head between her hands, she pressed her lips to Michael's, kissing him leisurely and sensuously. She closed her eyes, so sweet was the melting sensation she received in her loins, from this contact with the boy whom she had just so savagely beaten and humiliated. Slowly Michael's penis gradually engorged as she caressed his body. As she felt his warm flesh press against her thigh she looked at him condescendingly and shook her head. Taking hold of him by the shoulders she marched him up into his bedroom where she sat down on the bed. Drawing him in between her thighs she pulled the towel from his shoulders, once again baring his naked body. Reaching out she took hold of his half-erected member. With an impression of ecstasy that was boundless, Michael abandoned himself to the touch of her hands. Never before had he experienced such sensations! For Jane was indeed a past mistress of the art of titillating a young man's sensitive genitals: it was an art which she had acquired through sheer love of doing so, and one which she had developed to such a height of refinement that, when she wished, she could make it the epitome of sexual torment, a cruelty of the most voluptuous kind. She inhaled deeply as she proceeded with her task. Michael, feeling his penis slowly hardening, breathed deep sighs of pleasure. The delicacy of these fingers was irresistible, their light and leisurely coaxing of his nerves was so exquisitely skilful that he almost fainted with pleasure. Because Michael was only used to his own simple manipulations, he believed that he was about to ejaculate. But he found he could not. The tantalizing insufficiency of these caresses kept him on the verge of ejaculation for longer than he had ever known. With an effort he willed his orgasm, the sperm even seemed to collect at the base of his throbbing shaft, and then suddenly he felt the sharp pressure of strong fingers there, cutting off the pleasure, changing it to a sensation of constriction and discomfort. The hands remained locked and motionless. "No, Michael," he heard her murmuring. "No..." He remained braced between her knees, trembling with the tantalizing pain in his loins, and then his member slowly relaxed, subsided and began to soften. "You see, Michael," she said softly, "you are now under my authority. You will begin to realise this more and more from now on. You must not think I meant to indulge you in your wickedness. No, what I am doing is only another punishment. With this, and with the cane, I will teach you the severe regimen of self-control." And her fingers once again resumed their maddening caresses on the drooping bulb and neck of his responsive penis. Twice more she brought him to the very point of orgasm. The boy, his body jerking and shuddering with the desperation of his desire to let his sperm gush out, was in a veritable torment of unappeased craving. But by now Jane had had enough of this cruel game. All at once she released him, and then, taking him in her arms passionately, she lay him down on the bed. Jane drew the covers over him gently, then bent over and kissed him, softly and voluptuously, on the mouth. He did not close his eyes, but kept his gaze fixed in ecstasy on the beautiful flushed face. Jane looked into his eyes. For the first time he did not try to look away but kept his gaze fixed on her timidly. She could not mistake the love and adoration behind the blushing cheeks and tear-stained eyes. Smoothing her hand down over the covers she cupped his throbbing member. "Remember Michael, if you engage in any self-indulgence your bottom will answer to my cane. Your punishment will be severe and absolute," Jane whispered. She held his penis in her slender fingers for a few moments before squeezing the rigid flesh. abruptly she rose from the bed and left, leaving the poor naked boy alone in the darkened room. With his sore bottom and his penis begging for release, Michael thought it impossible that he should ever fall asleep. Yet the hardships and obstacles of the day soon weighed in and he fell into a deep slumber, dreaming of nothing but his governess. TBC Jane Marwood, Governess Ch. 03 This story contains aspects of female domination and male humiliation. If you're not one of those (Grown up) boys who would like to have their little bottoms bared and spanked, I advice you NOT to read it. If you want me to continue with the story, please leave a lovely little comment, and rate it generously. All characters are over 18. -------------------------------------------------- The next morning at seven o'clock Jane, fully dressed, entered her pupil's room again. He was still drowned in slumber. She lifted the covers and examined the boy carefully. Her experienced appraisal assimilated every aspect of the recumbent naked figure. She at once noted the violent erection of his member, and smiled at this evidence of a temperament so consonant with her plans. The governess also noted a little damp spot on the inside of the duvet. Considering the state in which she had left him the previous evening, this nocturnal emission did not surprise Jane one bit. Rather, she had been expecting it. Michael woke up as his covers were being torn from his naked body. He started up, immediately trying to cover his rigid penis. "Something has arisen that calls for an explanation. Perhaps you have already guessed what it is?" Michael's expression was blank. "N..no, miss" He stuttered, hugging his legs in an attempt to shield his delinquent member. She looked at him closely. "Then I will begin by asking you a simple question. Have you been playing with yourself during the night?" Michael was blushing furiously; he gave a single agonized glance towards the duvet in Jane's hand. "Have you? Speak up." "No, miss. I promise." "No? You are quite sure?" "Yes," the boy whimpered, recalling the tantalizing wet dreams which had haunted him so seductively. "Come here, boy. Stand in front of me. Now, you have already said you did not indulge in that filthy habit after I left you last night. Michael, if you are guilty, don't risk doubling your punishment by lying to me. Is that clear?" "Yes, miss," Michael said in a timid whisper, his heart pulsing with such haste that he could barely hear his own words. "Very well, Michael. You persist in your denial. And in that case, will you kindly explain how this came to be on the duvet?" With these words, she held out the item, where the evidence of an ejaculation formed a sticky patch. The boy was utterly petrified, unable to speak. Jane remained motionless, her hand outstretched. "You have no explanation, then? You cannot tell me how this disgusting proof of sensuality came to be in your bed? Answer me." "M.. miss," he stammered, "I don't know how it happened." "Indeed? You do not know! That is strange." Jane's lip curled scornfully. Michael stared at the sheet with shame and confusion, while tears formed in the corners of his eyes. "Please, miss," he managed to croak at last. "Then you disobeyed me last night, even after my clear warning?" "I didn't, I couldn't help it..." "Exactly. You couldn't help it. In other words, you abused yourself last night, even after I had warned you of what would happen if you did. And now, on top of your disgusting self-abuse, you have just tried to lie your way out of it." He turned a pleading look on her. "Miss, I'm sorry, please!!!" "I will not tolerate masturbation and lying! On to the bed with you now, face down. " With eyes full of despair he obeyed, groaning with desolation as he threw himself onto the bed. Jane exited the room briefly before returning with a leather strap and two bracelets of thick braided leather. "Give me your hands," she commanded calmly. She slipped the bracelets over his unresisting wrists, drew them tight, and buckled the straps together, fastening his wrists to the headboard. The boy's swelling buttocks were now displayed before her: naked, beautiful, and at her mercy. She paused for a few delicious moments, savouring the anticipation, feasting with satisfaction on the sight of this virgin flesh ready for her to whip as long and severely as she wished. Then, with a deep voluptuous sigh, she picked up the leather strap. A moment of silence followed. Michael was panting softly into his pillow. "Pfffffffffffffffffff Smack!" "Awwwwwwww! Please, miss!" Michael shrieked in agony. "Smack!...." "Smack!....." "Pleeeeeeeaseee!" "Smack!....." Jane was lashing the boy with long, vigorous strokes, using the entire length of her arm. The sharp pain of the strap was telegraphed by shrill screams and an almost epileptic writhing of the boy's buttocks seeking to escape the bite of this famous instrument of discipline. "Smack!" "Awwwwwwww! I'll be a good boy, miss! Please!" "Smack! Jane was being carried to the heights of pleasure. The clear whistling of the strap, the squeals of the boy, and the sight of the helpless flesh now glowing incandescent red had Jane on the verge of ecstasy. "Smack!!" "Smack!!" "Smack!!!" She struck hard, her arm descending evenly, methodically, with a superb mastery of aim and effort. Had it rested with her own appetite alone, she would have continued the punishment indefinitely. But when the pleas of the boy ceased and became nothing more than defeated cries, it was time for the chastisement to stop. Michaels's great brown eyes, wide with fear, like those a beaten animal, stared at Jane in silence as she unfastened his slender wrists. She took the boy in her arms and, sitting on the bed, made him stand before her. He was sobbing with exhaustion, barely able to remain on his feet. Jane looked at his distress with perfect satisfaction. This was how she liked to see a boy! She smiled into his miserable face. "Now will you obey me?" she said almost out of breath, as much from her exertions as from the heady sensation she experienced from an act of purely physical domination. He tried to speak, but was prevented by the sobs which kept rising to his throat. "Kneel, boy." Michael fell to his knees between her thighs, looking up timorously at his governess. She drew a deep breath, and bent her gaze on her pupil's wide eyes, terrified and filled with tears. They remained looking at each other silently for a few moments. Michael stared up into the beautiful green eyes now suddenly grown soft and gentle. "You are forgiven," she said. "Promise that you will be a good boy in the future." Placing her hands on his burning cheeks she bent down and kissed him passionately, her tongue invading his passive and receptive mouth. The boy emitted a deep sob, a moan of pleasure. At that moment a veritable ecstasy flooded him as he abandoned himself entirely to the woman's will. "Oh miss, I promise," he murmured. "Very good," she said, pushing him away gently. "Get dressed. Nightshirt and socks. And then come downstairs for breakfast." She wiped a single tear from his cheek before leaving. At the mention of breakfast Michael suddenly became aware of an almost painful hunger, resulting from the fast he had endured the previous evening. Jane had to suppress a smile as, amused, she observed the boy consume his meal in an almost gluttonous fashion. Now and then he would take on a more refined manner as Jane gave him a displeased glance in the name of proper comportment. As breakfast came to its end, the rat-at-tat of the doorknocker suddenly pierced the silence of the house, notifying its residents about the presence of visitors. At first Michael believed it to be his father, returning from his errand. But on second thought it seemed rather unlikely that his father should make use of the doorknocker! As Jane opened the door, Michael heard an outburst of joyful female chatter; he began getting uneasy as the lively conversation moved down the hallway. His governess reentered the kitchen accompanied by a tall young woman in her late twenties. Michael thought that perhaps she was only a few years older than his own governess. She was an astonishingly beautiful brunette, with fair white skin and full red lips. She was dressed with quiet elegance, wearing a tightly bodiced gown that revealed a superb bust, a slender waist and wide, well-muscled hips. Her magnificent features and her piecing grey eyes resembled the authoritarian exterior of his governess. "Michael, this is my sister, Harriet Marwood." Michael was already familiar with that name. She had been the governess of his cousin, Richard, for a few years now. "So this is your new charge," Harriet said in her pleasant clear voice as she gazed deeply into Michael's face. She had at once noted his beauty and grace; and she had also remarked the downcast gaze, and the blushing cheeks. Natural submissive: this was her verdict as she passed her feminine hand over Michael's cheek, making him tremble. "My, he's a handsome little boy, isn't he," Harriet spoke to Jane, not acknowledging the boy's presence. "If only his behavior was as graceful as his looks!" Jane replied, smiling to her sister in an inscrutable and conspiratorial fashion. "Oh my, did you have to smack his naughty little bottom?" "Twice, as a matter of fact. Fifty with the strap this morning." "Fifty? His poor bum must be glowing scarlet," Harriet said in an amused tone as she looked down at Michael, relishing his ignominy as they so casually discussed his sore behind. "Well perhaps you had better see for yourself, Harriet" Jane suggested, closely studying Michael's expression as she condemned him to an ordeal of abject, thorough humiliation. Michael could not credit his governess's words as he felt himself being urged from the chair. He looked at Jane in disbelief as she placed her hands on either side of his blushing face. "Harriet wants to see how red you little bottom is, sweetie." Harriet had to fight hard to not burst out laughing, as her sister uttered those words. Harriet sat down on a chair behind Michael, excited by the prospect of this delightful boy being made to bare his rump for her inspection. Tears were forming in Michael's pretty eyes as he shook his head miserably. "Please don't, miss!" "Shhhhhh, it's okay sweetie, Harriet has seen many naughty bottoms in her lifetime," Jane said reassuringly as she tenderly pressed the boy's face against her chest. Michael was sobbing quietly against her soft bosom as he felt her hands soothingly running down his back. Her coaxing fingers traced down his spine towards their final destination, as Jane purred in a comforting tone. The boy gasped as he felt her gentle touch on the sore flesh of his buttocks. As Jane ran her hands over the swelling globes, Harriet could clearly see the outline of the boy's cute round bum. "Michael, I want you to bend over and grasp your ankles." Jane ordered whilst exchanging smirks and frowns with Harriet. A muffled "Please, miss..." came from Michael, his face buried in the folds of his governess's dress. "Remember what you promised earlier. I shall not hesitate to take you over my knees and thrash your naughty behind." Jane illustrated her point by squeezing Michael's soft bottom-cheeks firmly. "Now be a good boy. Bend over and present your adorable little bottom to Miss Harriet." Michael uttered a defeated sob before slowly unclasping his governess and reluctantly bending over. As he took hold of his ankles, Jane placed his head between her knees and pulled his backside slightly towards herself so that his bum was literally pointing straight towards the ceiling. She then let her fingers travel teasingly around the hem of his shirt, which in this position barely covered his buttocks. Harriet moved her chair so that she was seated right behind the unfortunate boy, knees on either side of his straight legs. Smiling at her sister, Jane began lifting the thin fabric from the boy's trembling skin. Michael groaned in utter embarrassment as he felt cloth abandon his behind, rendering his sensitive flesh vulnerable and open to the hungry lionesses who would undoubtedly devour his youthful, innocent body. A sigh of pleasure escaped Harriet's lips as the boy's charms were revealed to her lusting eyes. Rosy-red cheeks beautifully contrasting to the paleness of the untouched skin between them. Smooth plump testes. The flawlessness of his semi-erect member, with a tasteful thickness to it. Such anatomical perfection. So deliciously vulnerable. Michael could almost feel their predatory, penetrating gaze upon his exposed skin, examining every inch of his body. Jane let the nightshirt fall past his upper torso, depriving him of sight as the white cloth came down over his eyes like a curtain around a birdcage. "Oh my, Michael. Your naughty behind looks like it received quite a spanking," Harriet said as she reached out and placed her delicate, cool fingers on the warm cheeks of his bum. Michael exhaled loudly in shock, his trembling body recoiling at her touch. Harriet scored her nails gently down his thighs, sending shivers through Michaels's body, while Jane took over her sister's fondling of the poor boy's bottom. Sliding her fingers inside the crack of his buttocks, Jane looked at her sister. "You should have a look inside his little cheeks as well," she told Harriet with a wicked smile. "Let me just open up his little bottom for you. Now, Michael, be a good little boy and relax your buttocks while I spread them apart nice and wide for my sister." Her words could not have been chosen better for the humiliating effect they had on the 18-year old, his face now suffused in an almost purple blush underneath the nightshirt. "Please, governess," he whimpered, absolutely mortified by the thought of having his most private part exposed to this beautiful woman whom he had only just met. The way in which Harriet had practically undressed him with her eyes at first sight had the boy convinced that she was taking great pleasure in his nudity; this conviction now only worsened the excruciating shame he felt as Jane slowly began to part the soft globes. Both the women uttered a small sigh as the little pink dimple of his anus was exposed to them. The puckered hole was slightly red from being used so thoroughly the day before. As Jane spread his cheeks wide apart, Harriet pouted her lips and blew air onto the appealing orifice, making Michael recoil violently. "Ohhhhhhh" Michael whimpered, feeling his tiny rosebud spasm involuntarily. The women giggled as the boy wiggled his bum and his little sphincter winked at them seductively. "Stay still now, boy, let us have a good look at you," Jane said calmly, managing to not give away her excitement from having such complete control over him. "This must be the cutest little bum-hole I have ever laid my eyes upon," Harriet said as she let a finger trace around the edge of the quivering ring muscle. Michael could have died of embarrassment as they nonchalantly discussed a part of him so private that he had not even seen it himself. But worst of all was that, even though he could not think of a more shaming position to be in, his penis had begun to engorge. "It looks slightly irritated, has he had anything up his bottom recently?" Harriet's eyes were fixed with fascination on the trembling anus and the plump penis which seemed to be getting larger by the second. "Well, I gave him three enemas yesterday. But why don't you have a little feel inside him to make sure everything is fine?" Jane felt a sudden thrill of excitement run through her body as she said those words. She could feel tears running down her shins at the boy sobbed softly, beside himself with humiliation. Harriet was getting increasingly moist as she brought a long finger up to her voluptuous lips and coated it with saliva. "Shhhhh, Michael, just relax while I pop my finger up inside you," Harriet soothed as she traced her wet finger around the pink star, smearing it with spit. Deftly, her neatly manicured nails traced over the puckered entrance to the boy's anus, causing the flesh to recoil and constrict violently each time she touched it. "Pl..please don't, miss," Michael whimpered in anguish. With the shirt around his head and these stunning goddesses towering over his behind, he felt powerless about what would happen with his body. Even the most private bodily functions, like what went in and out of his sphincter, were out of his hands. "Young boys always make such fuzz about having their little bottoms penetrated," Jane remarked in a condescending tone while she squeezed the boy's buttocks firmly in excitement, keeping them spread wide. Harriet giggled as she heard Michael groan in embarrassment. Her sister possessed the ability to articulate herself in ways guaranteed to extract every drop of potential humiliation from her young charges' predicaments. Suddenly Harriet pushed her finger forward, watching her fingertip slip through the pulsing rosebud. The little orifice clutched her finger tightly as she slid it in past the first knuckle. The boy's velvety insides felt warm and soft as she dexterously drove her long digit all the way inside him. Michael was trembling all over. Her finger roamed freely and mercilessly, arousing his naïve sexual feelings to fever pitch. "Uhhhhhh, miss!" Michael was beside himself with shame as he felt Harriet's finger explore his insides thoroughly. Locating his prostate gland, Harriet scored her nail gently across the responsive surface, making Michael wriggle his bottom helplessly. His rectum was struggling frantically to expel the rude intruder. Retracting her finger gently, Harriet slowly slid out of his tight intimate canal. Michael gave a small sigh of relief as the cruel teasing of his bottom came to an end. But his respite was short lived: he felt Harriet once again forcing his reluctant anus to comply with her probing, this time by two saliva-coated fingers. Michael bit his lip as his sphincter stretched painfully to accommodate the relentless advance. "He's a tight little boy," Harriet noted as she struggled to propel her voracious and insistant fingers. Letting her other hand trace down over his perineum, she cupped the smooth bulging sack beneath. ""Give me full and unhindered access Michael," Harriet calmly demanded, tightening her grip on his plump testicles. Suddenly the little puckered hole gave in, and Harriet watched with satisfaction as her fingers delved into his smooth pliant channel, impaling him right up to her knuckles. "Uhhhhh miss, please" Michael pleaded as she ran her fingertips over the his quivering prostate. Michael felt her fingers deep inside of him, stimulating the sensitive gland. He could feel an answering throb in the tip of his penis and to his horror he felt Harriet casually place the delicate fingers of her other hand on his engorged member. Harriet deftly pulled the foreskin up the shaft, deliberately and slowly revealing the glans, the heretofore hidden sensitive flesh beneath. "Argghhh.. oohhhh.." "His prostate seems a bit swollen," Harriet remarked while twisting her deeply embedded fingers. "Oh my, I had better have a little feel around myself." Jane could not wait to pierce Michael's defenseless little bottom, to yet again feel his spasms and trembling buttocks as she penetrated and aroused his reluctant body. Scoring her nails over his prostate one last time, Harriet swiftly withdrew her fingers, causing a loud popping sound, like cork emerging from a wine bottle. The women did not even try to suppress their amusement over this. "It even sounds cute!" Harriet giggled while spreading the boy's cheeks wide for her sister. Jane traced two fingers down the pink crevice of his plump buttocks. Michael felt an odd empty feeling when Harriet's slender fingers had retracted from his behind, but they were soon replaced by Jane's delicate touch. His will to resist had gone as his sphincter stretched almost readily over the probing fingers of his governess. Her deft and experienced penetration soon imposed her probing fingers deep inside his moist and velvety canal. Jane Marwood, Governess Ch. 03 An exquisite thrill of excitement coursed through Jane's slender body as she felt Michael's rectum engulf her knuckles one by one. Harriet let go of his soft globes and cupped his scrotum with one hand, while taking hold of his penis with the other. The penis had become rigidly erect from the sisters' skillful manipulations, jumping by its own volition as Jane played ruthlessly with the boy's prostate. "Oh my Michael, your little willy is all hard," Harriet said in pretend surprise as she patted the underside of his stiff member. "You can't help yourself, can you?" "N...no miss... I'm sorry," Michael softly sobbed from between the knees of his governess. Jane gave her sister a knowing glance. "The poor boy has been painfully erect ever since I got here, just feel how enlarged his testicles are." "I know, they feel like they're going to burst," Harriet said, tightening her grip on Michael's bulging bottom-globes. "For health reasons, I think it would be irresponsible to not milk the boy -- give his little penis some relief." Jane replied with a nod and a malevolent grin. Harriet began to sensually manipulate the foreskin over the sensitive glans and then back up again. Each time she would let one of her nails gently score the pink surface from his urethra down his drooping bulb. Her light and leisurely coaxing soon had the boy gasping for breath. "Uhhhhhu ohhhhhhh" Michael was beside himself, engulfed in the numerous acute sensations shooting through his young virgin body. "Just relax, there's a good boy," Harriet cooed as she kept up her dexterous handling of the throbbing member and simultaneous fondling of the smooth testes. Jane squeezed her knees together slightly and whispered softly, "Just relax now... it will all be over soon." Her soft voice played havoc with Michael's feelings, as did the soft yet imperious fingers that probed deep inside his bottom, applying a firm pressure and motion to his swollen, inflamed prostrate. Harriet was devoted to the task of skillfully and diligently milking the poor boy, her gentle touch playing with the plump marbles inside his bulging sack as her other hand moved over his penis, pulling his foreskin up and down over the corona of his sensitive flesh. "Ohhhhhhhh uhhhhhhh please miss" "I want a nice big ejaculation from you Michael... open your legs a little wider and relax." It had all become too much for Michael, who was now shaking visibly from the intensity of their caresses. "Uhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Harriet gave her sister a signaling nod, at which Jane increased the stimulation of the boy's prostate while Harriet firmly clutched Michael's soft jewels and vigorously stroked his rigid shaft. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh miss, I'm... I'm..." As Harriet suddenly pulled the foreskin roughly all the way back, the throbbing member burst, erupting heavy spurts of cum while Michael groaned in helpless ecstasy. Thick streams of white fluid gushed out of the boy's urethra, landing on the soft skin around his navel. Streams of semen ran down his belly as the violent erection seemed to produce an endless amount of ejaculate. "Arrhhhhhhhhh uuhhhhhhh," Michael moaned, struggling to keep his legs from folding as the intense orgasm paralyzed his trembling body. When the boy had finally been drained completely, Harriet let go of his softening penis and gently patted the smooth scrotum. "Such a good little boy!" Jane reluctantly withdrew her deeply embedded fingers, watching with amusement as the tight little hole closed behind them. Both women exhaled contentedly while Michael remained in his degrading position, panting heavily. Jane released the boy from between her knees and took hold of the nightshirt around his head, pulling it down over his extended arms. "Right, stand up young man," Jane said as she gave him a slap on his upturned buttocks. Michael slowly got up with a flushed face, looking down onto the thick globs of cum splattered on his stomach. "My, my, Michael. Look at the mess you've made," Jane said as she reached up and caressed his blushing cheeks. "I'm sorry, miss Marwood," the boy muttered, burning with shame. "Speak up, boy! And look up while addressing us," Jane demanded, cupping Michael's chin and forcing his crimson face upward, to meet their scrutinizing eyes. Michael found it almost impossible to focus on the penetrating stares of green and grey. "I'm sorry, miss," he whimpered, his beautiful brown eyes glistering with tears. Jane gave him a magnanimous smile and tousled his hair. "Good boy. Let's get you cleaned up." Taken by the hand, Michael was led out of the kitchen by his governess, followed by Harriet, whose gaze devoured the beautiful autonomy of the boy's body. As they entered the bathroom, Jane offered Michael's hand to Harriet; the latter quickly gathered it in her slender fingers. The 18-year old blushed furiously at being continuously held by hand as if he were a young child. Harriet reached up with her other arm and gently grasped Michael's neck in her soft palm. Bending over slightly, she placed a small kiss on his blushing cheek, toying with the boy's naïve emotions as she whispered into his ear. "You're a very lucky boy to have a governess who takes such good care of you." Her hand now traveled down his spine and cupped one of his still-red cheeks. "Even if it means spanking your bare little behind." Michael stared down at his feet in shame. Out of his lashes he could see Jane fill what appeared to be a small brass tub. Harriet kept fondling his bottom possessively as she observed her sister prepare the bath. God how she loved having this handsome young boy under her control, and even though she herself was the Governess to his cousin Richard, she couldn't help envying her sister. Jane placed the brass tub in the middle of the bathroom and gestured Harriet to bring over the boy. Michael looked at Jane, his face filled with shame as he saw her looking at his testicles and flaccid penis. "Step into the tub like a good boy, Michael, and don't make any fuss while we wash you -- or Harriet here will demonstrate that she too is a quite competent wielder of canes and straps." Michael's bottom lip was quivering as he nodded timidly, unable to utter a word as his acute embarrassment seemed to strangle his voice. The naked trembling boy stepped into the ten inches of water and was made to stand with his hands upon the back of his head. "Open your legs wide, let's have no nonsense now." With this, Jane slapped him lightly on the buttocks. The Marwood sisters lathered up their hands before tenderly soaping Michael's naked skin. They began at his shins and worked their way up, letting their imposing hands run freely over every inch of his body while continuously commenting on his anatomy, accenting his abject shame and total vulnerability. "He's a very handsome boy indeed." "Quite small for his age, isn't he?" "Such lovely slim hips!" "He has the cutest little baby bottom." "Feel his testes: they are much less swollen now." The 18-year old stood and endured this most humiliating bath while the Governesses handled him like a prize animal on show. Michael could barely cope with the acute sensation of their soft and delicate hands gently caressing him, and even though he had just been milked, he felt his penis engorging gradually and the smooth skin of his scrotum tightening up around the plump marbles within. Both sisters deliberately ignored this as they continued their embarrassing ministrations. Jane gently scraped her nails over his sensitive nipples on the pretense of washing his chest, making Michael shudder. "Stand still, Michael, or you will be going over my knees with that wet bottom of yours raised in the air... would you like that, mmm?" "No, miss," he replied, terrified, forcing himself to remain still while Jane teased his nipples. Harriet stood behind, letting her slender fingers delve into his smooth armpits and up his trembling arms. Michael knew with an absolute certainty what was yet to come, dreading the moment when they would turn their attention to washing between his widely parted thighs and the deep crease of his bottom. And there was nothing he could do to escape that humiliation. Jane brought two fingers up under his chin and tilted his head backwards, smiling to herself at the frightened look on his face. She locked her gaze on him and felt him quiver and flinch as her other hand moved lower, soaping the delicate and sensitive skin just above his penis. Michael gasped for breath as Jane's fingers moved sensuously over his smoothly shaven flesh. He trembled, a shudder running through his whole body, when her fingers suddenly encircled his partially flaccid penis and pulled the foreskin back, revealing the sensitive flesh beneath. He could not help jerking his hips backwards as she soaped him down the length of his shaft, feeling his penis engorging even further. Breaking eye contact momentarily, Jane quickly glanced down on his stiffening penis before looking back up at him, shaking her head slightly while pursing her lips. "Little boys never seem to be able to control themselves." She noted a sudden look of terror in his eyes as Harriet had slipped her hand in between his voluptuous twin globes. Jane kept up her tantalizing stroking of his member as she stared deep into his big eyes, longing to witness the defeated expression on his face as Harriet would penetrate him deeply. Harriet ran her soapy fingers up and down his cavernous crease, teasing the little puckered orifice. Then suddenly she lined up a straight digit and pushed it up his soapy sphincter, in a long smooth motion. "Uhhhhhh ahhh ohhhhh," Michael groaned. Jane observed the boy, his eyelids blinking rapidly, his lips parted, beside himself in a haze of sensations. Jane kept hold of Michael's chin as she lowered her face to his, letting her tongue delve between the soft lips, exploring the moist warmth of the boy's mouth. Michael moaned into her mouth as she kissed him fervently and passionately, depriving him of air. Harriet reached up between his legs and cupped his tight scrotum while repeatedly reinserting her long soapy fingers. Jane expertly maneuvered the tight foreskin over Michael's firm erection; his muffled moans helplessly poured into her mouth as she kissed him deeply and lingeringly. The boy's knees grew weak. He was on the verge of fainting when Jane ran a soapy finger round the rim of his spongy glands. As Harriet pressed two fingers firmly against his prostate, it all became too much for the poor boy, who once more began erupting thick globs of cum onto his belly. This time, the amount produced was much less impressive; however, the intensity of the orgasm seemed in no way inferior to the previous one, as the Marwood sisters watched Michael's knees buckle in spasms. "Mhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" The cries of ecstasy were strangled against the spellbinding kiss of his governess. Abruptly, Jane broke off the kiss and looked down at the panting boy, his eyes closed in trancelike bliss. He inhaled deeply as she released him from her asphyxiating caress. "Right, young man. Let's have you out of this bath and dried off." Harriet gave him a sharp slap on his buttocks, bringing him back to reality. As Harriet toweled the boy, she continued to subjugate him further. "Bend over, there's a good boy, and let me dry your little bottom." As Michael reluctantly complied, Harriet spread his bottom-cheeks so that Jane could dry between them. As they stood him up and dried his chest, Harriet made sure that the towel constantly rubbed the tip of his sore penis. She made him stand with his legs wide apart while she took hold of his penis and patted it dry. She repeated the procedure with his testicles, aware that boy was absolutely suffused with a blush from head to toe. "The glans looks a bit red; do you have any talcum powder?" Harriet asked brightly as she held the boy's tender glans between her thumb and forefinger. Before Michael could utter a word of protest, he found himself again in his bedroom, on the bed on his back, the soft fabric of fresh sheets against his skin. He felt his legs being raised, his body bent backwards toward Jane, now sat behind him on the bed. Taking hold of his ankles, Jane held him in that ignominious position, with his bottom pointing straight up towards Harriet, who was shaking a can of talcum. Harriet sprinkled a generous amount of powder on the sore flesh of Michael's genitals and bottom. Jane bend down and placed a small kiss on his forehead. "Look at you Michael, fancy a big boy like you having to have your little bottom and willie powdered, just like a baby." Harriet smiled broadly at her sister's words as she soothingly ran her hands over the boy's skin. Pouring some talcum into the palm of her hand, she insinuated her slender fingers between the cheeks of his bottom, working the powder into his crevice. "Uhhhhhhh miss," Michael whimpered with a scarlet blush as Harriet traced over his puckered anus. Gingerly she pulled back his foreskin, sprinkling talcum onto the sensitive flesh beneath. Despite the two thorough milkings Michael had just endured, his member began to swell once again under Harriet's teasing touch. "I think we had better put him into something loose fitting; his little willy looks a bit sore." Harriet patted the boy's engorged member before turning to the commode by the door and retrieving what looked like a large cotton napkin. Folding it into a triangle, she placed it under his upturned behind and motioned for Jane to lower her charge's legs. "Please miss.." Michael begged, beside himself with embarrassment as Jane lowered him onto the cloth napkin. As soon as the soles of his feet touched the bed, Harriet fastened the corners of the triangle in front of him, pinning the soft fabric together over his throbbing erection. Jane stood by his side and traced her fingers down Michael's tummy, cupping his rigid member on the outside of the cotton cloth. "What a day you've been through, you poor thing. I want you to take a nice nap now, Michael, all right?" Jane said as she placed a small kiss on the boy's lips while her thumb tenderly caressed his feverish, blushing cheeks. Harriet poured a thimble of laudanum and brought it down to the boy's trembling lips. Slowly he drank the bitter liquid with a discontented grimace. Jane tucked him in, before placing another kiss on his cheek. "Get some sleep; you'll need it," she advised in a soft voice. Then she got up and left the room with Harriet. Downstairs, the two sisters soon began discussing Jane's fortune in discovering such a pliant young boy. "If you really want to break him in without any disturbances, I recommend taking him on a trip to the country. I know a terrific place down in Christchurch, Hampshire." Harriet scribbled down an address on a piece of paper. "Richard's farther owns the house. I used to take the boy there; it really did work wonders for the his behavior," she said, giving Jane a perceptive wink. Later that afternoon, when Mr. Lovel returned from his errand, Jane approached him with her proposal. "It is midsummer, sir. Living in town, in this heat, is not good for a boy of Michael's age and delicate constitution. We ought really to go to the country for a month or two. I have been led to understand that your brother had a property somewhere in the country?" "In Hampshire? Of course!" exclaimed Mr. Lovel. "In fact, why don't you go down to Christchurch with Michael tomorrow? That will do him a world of good! Exactly, Christchurch. An excellent idea." Harriet cloaked a smile of triumph. She walked up to Michael's room and found the boy still passed out from the laudanum they had given him earlier. Looking down at his innocent face, sleeping so peacefully, she felt her genitals being bathed in the voluptuous moisture of anticipation. As she sat down on the side of the bed, she lovingly caressed his cheek, whispering to herself; "Christchurch... That is where I shall really break you in, boy. Oh, the fine floggings I can give you there! How I shall make you suffer and scream in vain! How thoroughly I shall degrade, fondle and penetrate you! And how I shall make you squeal in orgasmic ecstasy! With no one to heed your cries of humiliation and tantalizing pleasure." Bending down, she kissed his blissfully ignorant face. "How deeply I will make you love me before I am through!" "Soon."