9 comments/ 68049 views/ 17 favorites The Governess Ch. 01 By: Shamrockk Miss Pauline was the Hawley children's new governess. She had been hired to tutor young David and Hannah, but when the children's parents were gone over the weekend, it was the teenage girl Simone who asked if she could sleep in Pauline's bed. Simone still got nervous when her father left the house. Miss Pauline had been quietly observing Simone in the months she had stayed with the Hawleys. She could see that Simone was ripe to bursting point. Her breasts were small but full and her little hips were round and inviting. When they walked through town, she saw how the men followed Simone with their eyes. They would have her soon enough, Miss Pauline thought, but until then Simone would benefit from a woman's education. Miss Pauline was a dark-haired, voluptuous beauty in her early forties. She had been raised by her aunt and was introduced to sex by her older female cousin when she was thirteen. She had been thoroughly used by this demanding girl through her teens and she had loved every moment. The intense sexual crush she had developed for her older cousin had never spoiled her for men, for she loved nothing more than being taken forcefully by a strong, virile male. But she knew the teenage years were when a young girl can develop the attitudes and preferences that will define her for life and she was determined to instruct Simone correctly in the art of love. That night as Simone entered her bed, Miss Pauline settled back on the crisp linen sheets in her white nightdress and asked Simone what she thought of the male species. "Have you ever kissed a boy?" she asked. "Oh no Miss Pauline," Simone answered shyly. "Do you know what males want from us?" Miss Pauline asked. "What do you mean?" asked Simone carefully. "Don't be coy dear. I know you are not naïve. I promise I won't tell your mother anything we share. You must promise the same and then we will be friends. Promise?" "Yes!" Simone said eagerly. Miss Pauline's beauty, her emotional openness and her worldly air had made a deep impression on Simone. Miss Pauline's generous and unruffled personality was so different from her mother's stilted, closed demeanor. "Good!" said Miss Pauline. "Now I am going to tell you what your mother has never told you about men. First, you know they want our bodies more than anything and everything they say and do for us they say and do to get our bodies." "What do they want to do with us?' Simone asked excitedly. Pauline ran her hands lightly over the girl's plump young breasts. "They want these," she said. "Miss Pauline!" Simone almost froze in surprise at this intimate caress. Then she softened and relaxed. She found she liked Miss Pauline's touch and was even flattered by it. "What else do they want from us." Miss Pauline slid her hand under the sheets, over the outside of Simone's cotton nightdress, down her tight little belly until her fingertips lightly brushed her girlish mound. "This is what they want the most," she said. "Why?" said Simone, suddenly breathless and hoarse. Miss Pauline's fingers were patting and petting her through her nightdress. Simone didn't want her to stop. She hoped that if Miss Pauline went on talking she would also go on touching her there. "Pull up your nightdress a little and I will show you why," Miss Pauline said. Simone slid her nightdress up her thighs until her mound, lightly sprinkled with pale soft hair, was exposed. She waited impatiently for Miss Pauline to touch her nakedness. After a few agonizing minutes, Miss Pauline ran her fingertips lightly over Simone's puffy lips. "You see how hot and soft this is? And then between your lips, how does it feel?" "I don't know!" Simone said. "It feels wet," Miss Pauline whispered. "We are wet and soft and slippery. A man is hard and dry. He needs our juicy ripeness to relieve his hard dryness. My wet slit soothes a man's hard, burning thing. Men can't help themselves. When they touch our bodies and see our naked breasts their big things get very hard and dry. Then they want to bathe in our wetness." "And then what do they do Miss Pauline?" Simone didn't want Miss Pauline to stop talking and caressing her. "They ride us hard until they shoot their juice in us and that's what they want. You have seen a stallion ride a mare, it's the same thing. But letting them cum in us can give us a baby, so we have to be careful. When a man wants to bathe in my slit, I let him do it for a while because it feels good. But I watch his face as he rides me and I can tell when he is about to flood me with his sperm. Then I make him pull out and he shoots it on my breasts or my behind or anywhere outside and not inside me except in my mouth or my bottom. This is the way we can have pleasure from a man without becoming pregnant." As she murmured hypnotically in Simone's ear, Miss Pauline kept lightly petting her. She could feel Simone's lips swelling and opening to her touch. She ran her fingertips lightly over Simone's clit and the girl sighed with pleasure. "Am I wet and slippery Miss Pauline?" Simone dreamily inquired. "Well let me see," Miss Pauline murmured, "Shall I feel inside?" "Yes," Simone whispered. Miss Pauline gently slid her middle finger into Simone's tight slit and the girl moaned aloud. "Oh yes Simone, you are nice and wet, just perfect." Miss Pauline reassured the girl who was panting on the brink of her first orgasm. "Oh Miss Pauline, please keep your finger in there," Simone moaned. Playing with Simone was bringing back memories of Pauline's early seduction at her cousin's expert hands. Those nights of raw lust brought back electric surges even now. They were the most powerful sexual experiences of her life and she felt the same kind of sexual energy rising in Simone's young body. Miss Pauline withdrew her slippery finger, evoking a sigh of disappointment and frustration from the young woman. "Before we learn any more about what a man wants from us," Miss Pauline said, "I want you to learn about your own body. Give me your hand and let me show you on me." She guided Simone's small hand under her nightdress. Miss Pauline kept her own sex neatly trimmed at the mound and shaved around the lips. She had an unusually large clitoris and when aroused, it stood out between her swollen lips like a tiny penis-stub. She guided Simone's hesitant fingertips to this engorged nub of dark pink flesh and touched it with Simone's fingers. Her excited clit responded by swelling even more and she felt a flood of wetness overflow her lips. "Do you feel it?" Miss Pauline asked. "Yes," said Simone, "It's sticking out. What is it?" "Mmmm my clitoris," Miss Pauline sighed, "the place where a woman finds her pleasure. If you keep touching it, you will make me spend. May I touch yours?" "Oh yes, please," Simone sighed. Her little clit was aching to be touched again. Miss Pauline slid her hand up Simone's soft, girlish thighs and with agonizing slowness separated her damp, engorged lips. Simone moaned aloud as Miss Pauline's fingers gently isolated Simone's small but fully swollen clit. Miss Pauline's fingertips lightly caressed Simone's clitoris as the girl spread her thighs and moaned aloud. "Does that please you?" Miss Pauline asked innocently. "Oh yes Miss, please don't stop." "Well first I want to show you something else," Miss Pauline said, giving Simone's swollen clit one last teasing caress. Simone could not repress a harsh sigh of frustration. "First let's take off these hot nightdresses," Miss Pauline instructed. Simone sat up immediately and tore off her nightdress. Her whole body was tingling with the precursor waves of her first orgasm. She wanted to feel those waves wash through her heated little body, and she knew Miss Pauline held the key in her soft, teasing hands. Miss Pauline pulled her nightdress over her head to reveal her full breasts with the stiff dark nipples standing out hard as pencils. She looked admiringly at the younger woman's smaller, nicely rounded breasts and her perfect neck and shoulders. Miss Pauline kissed Simone full on the mouth, brushing her firm breasts against Simone's nipples and gently holding her hips. "Now lie back and I will show you how a man mounts a woman," Miss Pauline whispered. Simone obeyed, her eyes glazed with excitement. Miss Pauline knelt between Simone's thighs and stroked her own big breasts until the nipples stood out fully erect. Then she wet the tips of her fingers and moistened her stiff clit. She teased it until it stood out hard and stiff between her moist lips. Miss Pauline gently spread saliva on Simone's swollen clit, drawing gasps and sighs of pleasure from the young girl. Miss Pauline knew how these first caresses could shape a girl sexually for life. The rough clumsiness of a needy boy could hurt and disappoint a young girl, dampen her flame and leave her with the feeling that sex was more painful duty than ecstatic art. But the slow caresses of an experienced woman could light a fire that would keep Simone warm for the rest of her life. Miss Pauline lowered herself over Simone until her nipples brushed Simone's breasts. Then she lightly touched her own swollen lips to Simone's and rubbed her big clit against the young girl's aching bud. "A man would ride you with his hard thing inside you," Miss Pauline whispered in Simone's ear, "but I am going to rub your clitoris with mine until we spend. Are you ready?" "Oh yes," Simone groaned, "please or I will faint with pleasure," "That's good," whispered Miss Pauline, "kiss my breasts dear, my nipples want your soft lips." Simone kissed and suckled Pauline's stiff nipples and soon both women were writhing and moaning in the tangled sheets. As the waves of pleasure mounted, Simone's calves tightened and her whole body went rigid. She cried aloud and gripped Miss Pauline as she dampened the sheets with her first orgasm. Miss Pauline held the young girl tenderly and kissed her through her sweet spasms. Then she turned her over lightly and rubbed her big clit on Simone's delightfully curved buttocks, bringing herself to a powerful climax. As she held Simone and rocked her to sleep, Miss Pauline decided that soon she would introduce a young male into their love play and instruct Simone on how to pleasure a man properly. There were plenty of servants to choose from, but for a first experience, she rather favored the stable boy. He was a strapping lad of sixteen or seventeen who could not keep his eyes away from Miss Pauline's cleavage. He had an interesting bulge in his breeches that Miss Pauline had thought of investigating for herself in the aromatic depths of the stables. Yes Jack would be a perfect model for Simone's further instruction. The Governess Ch. 02 It was Wednesday evening when Miss Pauline, after taking a leisurely stroll on the winding pathways of the Hawley estate, found herself passing the stables. Evening shadows were falling and it would soon be dark, but she couldn't resist paying a visit to her favorite of the Hawley's horses, a magnificent black stallion named Finn. The stable was shadowy and cool. Miss Pauline breathed the air, rich with the odors of hay and horses. Finn was in his own stall well away from the mares, so their scent would not make him restive. Miss Pauline slid back the bolt and stepped carefully inside. She patted the stallion on his broad sides and whispered soothingly to him. The smell of stables excited Miss Pauline. As she stood petting Finn, she thought of a fantasy she once had, after hearing the legend of Lady Godiva. While masturbating, she imagined herself undressing in a stable and mounting a stallion bareback, feeling his massive body between her thighs. This fantasy had given her a powerful orgasm and now, as she stood in the pungent stable, she wanted to make it come true. Miss Pauline unbuttoned her dress and slid it over her head. She removed her undergarments and draped them with her dress over the stall. Now she was naked and alone with Finn. His closeness and the sense of intimacy she felt with this powerful creature made her shiver with excitement. The liberating sense of being naked in the open air made her nipples hard. Her clitoris was standing fully erect and aching to be touched. She looked up at Finn, but she had no idea how to mount this huge horse. She would need a step of some kind. In the hayloft above her, Jack the stable boy silently looked down on Miss Pauline. He wished the light were better so he could see more of her naked body. He tried to lean out further to get a better view. As he did so, his foot knocked a hay bale off the edge of the loft. It fell with a heavy swoosh into the stall beside Finn's. Miss Pauline looked up and caught a glimpse of Jack's head disappearing. "Boy!" Miss Pauline called, "I see you. Come down and help me and you will not be sorry!" Jack had an urge to run and hide. Miss Pauline was on a different social plane than the servants at Hawley. She was second only to the Master and Mrs Hawley. But before he followed his impulse, he realized that it would be better to obey her now than to anger her further. Jack climbed down from his loft and shamefacedly entered Finn's stall. He kept his eyes down, but Miss Pauline made no attempt to hide her nakedness. "What is your name?" Miss Pauline asked, although she knew his name. "Jack Miss." "What is your age?" "I don't know Miss," Jack said. Miss Pauline remembered that in rural England the birthdates of the poor were not recorded. "Have you heard the legend of Lady Godiva Jack?" she asked him. "No Miss," Jack murmured, keeping his eyes on the straw at his feet. "You should know your history Jack. Lady Godiva was a noble lady who liked to ride her white horse naked. Tonight is the anniversary of Lady Godiva's ride and it is customary for women of a certain age to honor her example." "Do you mean to ride Finn Miss?" Jack asked, astonished. "Yes Jack, I will mount him, as Lady Godiva did, naked. But I need your help." "Yes Miss," said Jack. "Now Jack, if you are to help me keep Lady Godiva's anniversary, you must undress too," Miss Pauline said calmly, as though this condition were quite natural and self evident. "Miss?" Jack looked very uncomfortable. "Remove your shirt and breeches." Jack complied and soon stood before her, naked. His pale, youthful body was well muscled and firm. Miss Pauline eyed the throbbing erection that he was trying to cover with his hands. "Come closer Jack," Miss Pauline commanded him quietly, "let me see you properly." Jack took a few paces forward and Miss Pauline stepped closer. She ran her hands down his shoulders and over his firm biceps. Her big breasts stood out firm and proud, and try as he might, he could not keep his eyes off them. Miss Pauline gripped Jack's erect cock and the young fellow groaned with shock and pleasure. "This is a fine thing Jack, have you used it on a girl yet?" "No ma'am," Jack whispered. He was trying to stop himself from discharging in the lady's hand as she gently squeezed and milked him. "Does my touch excite you Jack?" Miss Pauline asked in her low, musical voice. She could feel drips of ejaculate on her fingers. "Yes Miss," Jack groaned. Miss Pauline knelt in the soft straw and stroked Jack's throbbing member. She licked the overflowing drops of ejaculate from his head, making him shiver and groan with ecstasy as her wet tongue bathed him. Then she slid his cock between her jutting breasts. "Try it in here. How does that feel Jack?" "Oh Miss," Jack moaned. The warm touch of Miss Pauline's firm breasts was driving him past the point of no return, "I can't hold it!" "Then don't," Miss Pauline whispered, "Spill it on me Jack!" Jack moaned aloud as his overflowing cock ejaculated freely between Miss Pauline's breasts, spraying her with thick semen. "Mmm, Jack," Miss Pauline murmured approvingly. "You have a big member for a young man and you cum so copiously. That is very satisfactory. I will visit you again soon, and perhaps bring a friend, but first I want you to show me your sleeping quarters." "What about Finn Miss?" "Oh another time, let's lock him in his stall for tonight." She wiped her breasts with a handful of straw and then, taking her clothes, but still naked, she followed Jack, who had dressed hurriedly, up some rough wooden stairs to the hayloft. The loft was stacked high with hay bales. Jack led her behind a wall of hay to where he kept his mattress and blankets. "What a cozy place," Miss Pauline said approvingly. On the wall, Miss Pauline noticed a rack on which were hung riding crops and whips. "You have a fine collection of whips Jack, " said Miss Pauline. "And I know the perfect way to finish our evening." She looked up at the high beams above her head. "Throw a rope over that beam Jack and tie my wrists." Jack obeyed her command and soon he had Miss Pauline tied so tightly that she was standing on her tiptoes. "Now Sir, I have behaved in a very unladylike manner tonight. I need to be firmly corrected. Please take one of those whips Sir and punish my buttocks if you would be so kind." Jack was bewildered at her request, but the sight of Miss Pauline bound to the roof beam, her breasts and buttocks presented so prettily and her tantalizing mound displayed to perfection, brought him back to full erectness. Jack selected a horsewhip with a thin, sharp tongue and began to apply it to Miss Pauline's round white buttocks. The stinging lash brought gasps from Miss Pauline and her buttocks were soon striped with pale red lines. She strained and tugged at her bonds most provocatively under the whip and Jack was barely able to restrain his lust to possess her. "Oh do not spare me Sir," she groaned, " I have behaved most appallingly. My breasts also deserve a punishment. Sir, I beg you, discipline my big breasts for being so sluttish." Jack applied the stinging lash to Miss Pauline's large breasts, making her nipples stand out even harder as she gasped and tossed back her head at each stroke. Her pale breasts bounced and sweated under the whip strokes and soon they were marked with purple bruises and thin red cuts. "Oh have mercy Sir," Miss Pauline begged as Jack's strokes grew harder. "There is one last place that needs punishing for it is the root of all my unladylike behavior. If it please you sir, feel between my legs and see how naughty I have become." Jack felt quite masterly, with this exquisite creature so submissive to him. He arrogantly leaned over and slid his hand between Miss Pauline's thighs to touch her hot, wet slit. She was swollen and wide open. Her clit stood out red and throbbing for attention. "You see how wicked I am?" Miss Pauline said. "Whip it Sir, punish my whorish slit." Jack could smell Miss Pauline's delicious scent on his fingers and the bulge in his breeches grew larger. He longed to push his straining cock in her and pound her senseless. Instead, he spread her thighs and whipped her mound and lips with short sharp cuts as Miss Pauline jerked and moaned in pain and pleasure. Soon her mound and upper thighs were marked and bruised to her satisfaction. "Please untie me now Sir. You have marked me well and now I am yours to command. What would you have me do?" Jack untied her wrists and rubbed them carefully to restore the circulation. He led her to the mattress, where she knelt submissively. Spreading her bruised buttocks, he mounted her from behind and fucked her hard out of pure need. Miss Pauline was in ecstasy. This was how she liked to be used. She moaned and came on Jack's swollen cock and then, feeling him about to spend, she begged him to pull out and sodomize her. Jack lubricated her with his spit and soon ejaculated ecstatically in her tight passage. "Now Jack," Miss Pauline said as she dressed, "this has been a most enjoyable evening. I will visit you again and have you show me what other tricks you can do with that wand of yours, but first, I must have your solemn promise that nothing of what happened here tonight will pass your lips ever. Not to the servants, not to your friends, not to your brothers and sisters, no-one must know our secrets. Do you promise me solemnly?" Jack looked adoringly in Miss Pauline's eyes. He was deeply smitten. "I promise Miss, with all my heart. God take my life if I betray you." Miss Pauline thrilled at the passion she heard in Jack's voice. What a sweet young man! "I appreciate that noble promise Jack, and I give you my trust. A Lady's trust is a sacred thing to a true gentleman Jack. You are not nobly born, but I sense in you an honorable soul and I believe you are a gentleman at heart." "Thank you Miss," Jack blushed. "May I kiss you?" "You may Jack." Miss Pauline full mouth met Jack's passionate lips. Then Jack led her to the path and she made her way back to Hawley Manor by the light of the moon. On the way, she savored the wild sensations of pain and pleasure with young Jack. Then her thoughts turned to Simone. It was time for the girl to seduce a male and Jack was the perfect candidate. He was handsome, well endowed, and almost a virgin. She felt sure that he was discreet also, so all that remained was to plan a rendezvous. Jack's hayloft might afford them the privacy they required, and what a romantic setting for a rustic tryst! The Governess Ch. 03 The following week, the Hawley's went up to London again for the weekend, taking Simone's younger brother and leaving Simone in Miss Pauline's care. Simone was pleased to be alone with her governess. Miss Pauline had shared such exciting things with her last time, and Simone could not wait for bedtime. Simone went to her room at 9.30 and undressed. She looked at her young body in the cheval glass. Her breasts were so much smaller than Miss Pauline's, but they had a pretty shape, and she liked the way they looked when her nipples stood out. She pinched them gently until they were hard and turned sideways to see the curve of her behind and her breasts in profile. What would a man think? Would he want her body? Miss Pauline had said men think of nothing but getting a girl's clothes off. Did Charles the footman think of her in that way? She had noticed the footman's eyes on her at meals. Was he imagining her naked? Simone turned from side to side, flirting with her reflection in the full length mirror. Would Charles like to see this? Would her body excite him? Simone stroked the pale hair at her mound. Miss Pauline said men want most of all to get at this, she thought, and to push their man thing in a girl's wet opening. Simone caressed herself as she looked in the mirror. Her clit stood out and she could see her pink lips, glistening and damp. Is this what Charles wants? She slid her finger gently inside. It would only penetrate a little way, but it felt wonderful. As she watched herself, in the mirror, Simone imagined Charles the footman standing behind the heavy velvet curtains watching her every move. She rubbed the tip of her stiff clit with her thumb, imagining Charles kissing her, his big hands touching her naked body. Unbeknownst to Simone, Miss Pauline had been folding Simone's underwear in the dressing room adjoining the bedchamber. She was now observing her charge through the half open door. Miss Pauline gazed approvingly at young Simone's youthful display. The girl was truly blossoming. Miss Pauline could see that her first lessons in female pleasure had awoken a precocious desire. As she watched Simone touch herself, Miss Pauline felt her own peach swell and dampen her lacey undergarments. Her bodice suddenly felt constricting on her large breasts and she had an urge to loosen her clothes. But instead Miss Pauline cleared her throat and closed a drawer to announce her presence. Simone turned from the mirror in surprise and grasped her long white cotton night-dress off the bed. She slipped it over her head. "Miss Pauline? Are you there?" Simone asked a little nervously. For a moment she thought Charles the footman might emerge from the dressing room. "Yes Simone, I am just putting your things away. Are you ready for bed?" "Yes Miss. Will you say goodnight?" Simone's unsatisfied desire had returned and more than anything she wanted to be alone with Miss Pauline. Miss Pauline entered the room and looked at Simone's flushed face and disheveled hair. "Please let me tidy your hair Simone. You are all at sixes and sevens." Simone took a seat on the embroidered chair by her night stand and handed Miss Pauline the silver-handled hair brush. Miss Pauline began gently brushing, being careful not to pull the tangles. Simone gazed at her reflection in the mirror and her mind returned to the questions she had been asking herself. "Miss Pauline, am I too small? Too girlish?" "Why no Simone, you have a very pretty figure," Miss Pauline said, caressing the girl's slender neck, "Many men prefer a petite woman, it makes them feel protective." 'Really? I am so slight compared to you Miss Pauline, you have such feminine curves." "Don't be silly my dear," Miss Pauline laughed, flattered in spite of her self, "you are in the early Spring of life and I, alas, am past Summer and feel the chill of Autumn. There now, your hair is done. Let me pull back the covers for you." Miss Pauline helped Simone into bed and tucked her in. She put out the lights and was stepping towards the door when Simone asked her to stay. "Lie down Miss and talk to me, please! I am so nervous with Mama and Papa gone." Miss Pauline lay on the coverlet, but Simone insisted that she slide between the crisp linen sheets. When they were close and warm, Simone boldly took the governess's hand and placed it on her breast. "Now Miss, how could these tiny things please a man? Tell me truly." Miss Pauline slipped her hand under Pauline's night-dress and caressed the girl's young breasts, feeling Simone's taught nipples harden at her touch. "Why yes Simone, a young man would adore your pretty bosom. Look how your precious nipples stand up and ask politely to be kissed." "Oh please kiss them Miss," Simone begged, her voice trembling with excitement. "But first let me free myself from this awful night-dress." Simone tore off the offending garment and Miss Pauline gently kissed Simone's nipples until they stood out fully erect. Simone sighed and parted her thighs. Her peach was hot and aching to be touched. "Some men like to lick and suck a woman's breasts," Miss Pauline whispered as she kissed Simone's nipples. "Oh please suck them Miss. I can't stand it when you tease me," Simone pleaded. She pushed her young breasts out, offering them to Miss Pauline's lips. Miss Pauline waited for a minute to increase the suspense and then ran the tip of her tongue lightly over Simone's hard nipples. Simone shivered in ecstasy. Miss Pauline closed her full lips over Simone's nipple and sucked, making the girl gasp with arousal. Simone took Miss Pauline's hand and guided it to her peach. "Please touch it Miss, I am about to explode," she whispered. Instead, Miss Pauline caressed Simone's flat belly and stroked her thighs, circling the seat of Simone's excitement. As she traced lines around Simone's belly and thighs, getting maddeningly close, without touching, Miss Pauline continued to lick and suck Simone's nipples. Simone was hot and panting with excitement. Her peach had swollen so that the lips were parted and she was lubricating freely. "Mmm," Miss Pauline purred, "I can smell your pretty scent Simone. What a sweet perfume!" "Do you mean my thing Miss? Does it smell?" "Oh not badly," Miss Pauline said, "your fragrance is delicious. A woman's scent changes, with the moon. At a certain time each month, she is ripe and ready to receive a man's seed. That is when her scent is most bewitching. Have you noticed the male servants being more attentive to you this week?" "Well no... except Charles the footman. He sometimes looks at me in a rather... attentive way." "And so he should," Miss Pauline said, "You are a delicious, succulent young thing. Men like to smell and taste a girl's juicy fruit and lick her sweet nectar." Miss Pauline's fingers brushed Simone's dripping peach and the girl gasped. "Oh Miss Pauline, please stroke me," Simone pleaded. "May I lick you instead?" Miss Pauline asked. "Oh yes!" Simone cried out, "Lick my peach you whore and I will spend and spend!" Miss Pauline drew back, "Why Simone! Mind your language!" "Oh forgive me Miss. I feel so sluttish and it makes me want to use the dirtiest words." "Very well then, my little slut, beg your Mistress to kiss and lick your whorish cunt." "Oh please, I beg you Mistress, lick my whore's cunt!" Simone whispered, exciting her self to a fever pitch as she used the forbidden words. Miss Pauline spread Simone's delicate thighs and gently kissed her swollen lips. Simone groaned with pleasure as Miss Pauline sucked and licked her fragrant peach. When Simone gripped her hair and moaned, Miss Pauline licked her clit with lightning strokes. She fingered the girl's slit as Simone spent copiously on her. Then Miss Pauline undressed and let Simone lick and suck her puffy nipples until she was on the verge of orgasm. "Now lick your Mistress's juicy cunt you little whore," the Governess whispered. Simone kissed her way down the Governess's belly until she lay between her thighs. She looked up teasingly. "I can tell by your sweet scent that your peach is ready to bathe in a man's seed Mistress. Shall I ring for Charles the footman?" She ran her tongue lightly around Miss Pauline's stiff clit and then put her lips on her governess's peach and sucked and licked her governess to a massive, shuddering climax. As they lay caressing each other, Miss Pauline responded to Simone's incessant sexual curiosity. "Does it hurt when a man sticks it in you for the first time?" Simone asked. "You have a small obstruction here," Miss Pauline said, guiding Simone's fingers to her hymen. "When a man breaks through nature's barrier, there may be some pain and tenderness, but many girls feel nothing at all. And any small pain is well worth it, for then the pleasure takes over." "What does his thing look like? Is it big and brutal like a horse?" "No Simone, not that big. If you are curious, I know a servant who might help us educate you on the male anatomy." "Charles?" Simone asked excitedly. "No, not Charles," Miss Pauline laughed, "He is a handsome fellow, but perhaps a little old for you. I was thinking of Jack the stable boy. I spoke to him the other night and I am certain of his discretion. Would you like to visit him?" "Oh Miss!" Simone blushed and giggled. "I can't wait!" On Saturday evening at dusk, Miss Pauline and Simone approached the stable. There were no lights and they saw no sign of Jack. Ms Pauline guided Simone through the dark, aromatic stable, rich with the scent of horses and hay. "The smell of stables has a strange effect on me," Miss Pauline whispered. "Last time I was here, I had to undress!" "Miss Pauline!" Simone exclaimed, "you are naughty! But I know what you mean. There is something about this place. I feel I would be quite comfortable without my clothes." "Well then, let's undress," Miss Pauline said, unbuttoning herself, "It feels wonderful to be naked in the night air." Simone watched as Miss Pauline stripped down to her ankle boots. The sight of her voluptuous governess naked in this dark stable excited Simone. She approached Miss Pauline like a lover and ran her hands over the naked woman's breasts. Miss Pauline's nipples stood out and as Simone touched them she shivered with pleasure. "I like to be naked with the horses," Miss Pauline whispered, her breath hot and her voice shaking. "I am so wet, if you touch me, I will spend on you, you little whore." Simone unbolted the gate of the stallion's stable and led Miss Pauline inside. The huge black horse stood stock still as Simone positioned her governess by his hind-quarters. Miss Pauline felt the powerful animal's flank against her naked behind. The horse allowed her to lean against him without stirring. Miss Pauline was now swollen and dripping. Her full breasts stood out as she felt the stallion's rough coat against her flesh. The mixture of sensations, the animal scent and her naked body touching this huge, virile beast, was driving Miss Pauline into an ecstasy of arousal. Simone stripped off her own clothes and pressed against the Governess. Miss Pauline moaned and began to rub her mound against Simone's thigh, but Simone slid down Miss Pauline's body to her knees and knelt in the straw, inhaling the dark scents of the stable. She kissed and licked Miss Pauline's swollen peach until the Governess cried aloud and came in a hot stream, soaking Simone's face and breasts. Miss Pauline collected their clothes and hung them on a hook in the stallion's quarters. Then she bolted the door and led Simone up a flight of rough wooden steps to the upper floor of the stables and on to Jack's secluded quarters. Both Simone and Miss Pauline were naked, except for their boots, which protected their feet from the mud and manure. "Where is he?" Simone asked. "I'm sure Jack will return soon," Miss Pauline said, "but before he arrives, I want to display you nicely for him." Miss Pauline guided Simone to the ropes that still dangled from the upper beam where Jack had tied and whipped her. She tied the rope ends around the girl's delicate wrists and pulled until Simone was standing almost on her toes. The sensation of being bound, naked, and on display had a powerful effect on Simone, but before she had time to focus, she heard footsteps and Jack walked out of the shadows, carrying a lantern. "Good evening Jack," Miss Pauline said, "I have a guest with me tonight." Jack gazed at Simone, unable to speak. "Since we are naked Jack, it is only polite that you join us. Please take off your clothes and show Miss Simone how much you admire her." Jack stripped off his rough shirt and undid his belt. He dropped his trousers, and kicked them aside, revealing a firm, throbbing erection. "What a handsome thing you have there, Jack!" Miss Pauline said, "And see Simone what a compliment he is paying you, he is standing up for you! Isn't Miss Simone an exquisite creature Jack?" "Yes Miss," the Stable Boy spoke quietly. Jack knew the naked beauty was his master's daughter. He would be hung, drawn and quartered if her father should see him now. "Come closer Jack and kiss Miss Simone. She is all ready to be touched." Jack stepped closer, his head down, and then of suddenly bold, he kissed Simone full on the mouth. Simone felt his rough, dry lips and tasted and smelled him. She felt his naked erection, rub her silky thigh. Jack placed his hands on her tiny waist and caressed her hips and buttocks. "Would you like to do more Jack?" Miss Pauline asked. "You have my permission to do anything but penetrate her." Jack kissed and licked Simone's budding nipples. Then he slid his hand down her belly and firmly gripped her sex in his right hand. Simone sighed aloud. The strength and confidence of his touch made her head spin. Jack was holding her peach as though it was his property, and Simone could not hide her arousal. She lubricated freely on Jack's probing fingers. "What would you like me to do Ma'am?" he asked courteously. Simone looked questioningly at Miss Pauline. "Stroke her peach with your hard thing Jack but be careful not to put it in her," the Governess whispered. "Oh yes Miss, with pleasure," Jack said. He brushed the dripping head of his stiff cock between Simone's swollen lips and caressed the tip of her clit, making her sigh and groan with desire. Miss Pauline stood behind Simone, rubbing her peach against the girl's firm young buttocks as she watched Jack stroke Simone with his big member. "You see how he drips Simone?" Miss Pauline whispered in her ear, "He is so excited at touching your body. His juice is overflowing and he wants to spend it in you." "Oh please" Simone moaned as Jack continued to massage her clit with his dripping member, "put it in me Jack. Ride me like a mare! Spend in me! Oh! Oh!" "Don't dare enter her Jack," Miss Pauline hissed, "her virginity must remain intact for her future husband." She reached under Simone's buttocks and pulled Jack's big member between Simone's parted thighs. She rubbed Jack's dripping head between Simone's lips without allowing Jack to slide into her tight passage. Then she pulled Jack's member through Simone's legs and let it slide into her own dripping peach. "Have at me Jack!" Miss Pauline moaned. Jack began furiously lunging into Miss Pauline's tight cunt and Simone was crushed between the lust of the stable boy and that of her Governess. Simone melted and sighed with frustration under the rough fury of Jack's lust until he cried aloud. "I am spending Miss!" Miss Pauline pulled Jack's member out of her and rubbed his squirting cock against Simone's virgin peach. Simone felt Jack's warm juice soak her peach. When Jack was fully spent, Miss Pauline knelt and licked his salty cum off Simone's peach, sliding her tongue into the girl's tight slit. Simone climaxed on her Governess in a flood of juice. "Now Simone, you have behaved in a very unladylike manner tonight," Miss Pauline said sternly, "For your own good, I think you should be punished. Jack, fetch that dark tan whip from the rack and give Miss Simone's behind a good lashing." Jack took down the whip as Simone gazed at him with eyes like saucers. She had never in her life been punished in this way. She could hardly believe her governess until the lash cut across her tender behind and she winced and cried out. "Oh no Miss, please spare me, I promise to behave like a lady." Miss Pauline signaled Jack to continue and as he did so, the Governess caressed Simone's stiff clit and pressed her breasts in her face until Simone began to suck her nipples. The mixture of sensations was heady and confusing. Simone turned this way and that, trying to escape the pain of the whip by focusing on Miss Pauline's caresses. All the while she was displaying her body in a most teasing and delightful manner. Jack sported a huge erection as he applied the whip and Simone's pale buttocks were striped with red lines. As Jack continued to apply the whip, Ms Pauline slid to her knees and licked and sucked Simone's peach until she drove her over the edge and Simone climaxed with the whip stinging her reddened and swollen buttocks. The intense mixture of pain and pleasure was imprinted on Simone's psyche, as Miss Pauline had intended, and at that moment Simone became a libertine. As Simone's orgasm subsided, Miss Pauline untied her wrists and led her to Jack's bed. "Kneel on the bed Simone and let Jack and I tend to your sore behind," she said. Miss Pauline beckoned Jack over and as he approached Simone's red-striped bottom, Miss Pauline deftly masturbated him over Simone's bruised ass. "Oh yes Jack," she said, "You have a fine member. Perhaps next time, you can put it in Simone's behind and fuck the daylights out of this young whore. Would you like that? Yes? Yes? Yes? Ohhh yes!" Jack ejaculated in long streams over Simone's buttocks and Miss Pauline rubbed his sticky, fragrant balm into her student's bruises. Simone sighed in an ecstasy of pain and pleasure. "Goodness me, it must be ten of the clock! Time for us ladies to be going," Miss Pauline said, leading Simone to the stairs. "Our clothes are below and we will find our own way. Perhaps we shall visit you again, but be sure your lips stay sealed Jack. If your master heard of this, I would lose my position, but your life would not be worth two pence. Goodnight dear Jack, and pleasant dreams!" The Governess Ch. 04 "Simone! Please stop daydreaming! Have you heard a word I said?" Lady Hawley spoke testily to her daughter, who was gazing dreamily out the window of the carriage. Simone thanked her lucky stars that mind reading was not one of her mother's gifts. "Sorry Maman, I drifted off for a moment. You were discussing my French grammar were you not?" "No dear, that was some time ago! I was saying that in Miss Pauline's opinion, you have advanced as far as you can under her tutelage. If you are to speak fluently to your cousins in Lascaux this summer, you will require intensive sessions with a native French tutor." "But why?" Simone queried. "Speaking French for an hour a day with Miss Pauline is not like being in French society, Simone. You must speak French continuously my dear, to achieve fluency. Miss Pauline has recommended a tutor in the city, a native speaker with wonderful credentials. She has an exclusive school in Knightsbridge, where she teaches members of England's most distinguished families. Her name is Mademoiselle LeFevre." "Is she coming here?" "No my dear, you and Miss Pauline will travel to London. Our town house is being decorated, so I suppose you must rough it at the Dorchester. You will spend a week with Mademoiselle LeFevre, speaking only French. It will improve your fluency immensely my dear. I know your cousins will be impressed!" Simone knew that her mother was anxious that she should impress her aunt and her cousins when she visited them in France later that summer, and the idea of spending time in London alone with Miss Pauline was exciting. A few days later, she and Miss Pauline took the train to King's Cross. They were met at the station by James, the chauffeur at the Hawley's London residence, who took care of their baggage and delivered them safely to a sumptuous suite of rooms at the Dorchester Hotel. Miss Pauline had been selective in the information she had given to her employer about her old friend Mademoiselle LeFevre. She had not mentioned, that before moving to her present address in Knightsbridge, Mademoiselle had begun her teaching career in a tiny upstairs room in Soho. It was on the drab, street-level façade of this premises that Mademoiselle LeFevre first hung out a brass plate advertising "French Lessons". Her name was placed in bold letters over a small inscription that included the key words "Strict Disciplinarian". After two years of building her clientele in Soho, Miss LeFevre was approached by the valet of a gentleman who wished to try her services. The valet arranged an assignation at an exclusive and discreet London hotel Miss LeFevre proved to be so well-qualified that her new client eventually bought her a house on a quiet, tree-lined, Knightsbridge street, handing her the deed the following year, on her birthday. Here, the Earl of M***** could visit her without concerning himself about being seen on Soho's seedy back streets. At her new address, Mademoiselle LeFevre attracted a better class of clients. Many of these personages held important positions in English society and would not be seen dead entering her old premises. At first, her new clientele consisted mainly of the Earl's friends, but soon word spread more widely among members of the English gentry. These were mostly men who had acquired a taste for the cane at Eton or Harrow or had received over-the-knee spankings from a nanny or governess and become fixated on repeating these stimulating experiences. There were also a few couples and some wealthy single women who enjoyed receiving or giving discipline, bondage and punishment. Mademoiselle LeFevre first became acquainted with Miss Pauline when the latter arrived in London as a near-destitute widow in her early thirties, with few prospects. Miss Pauline answered an ad in a tobacconist's shop and was interviewed by Miss LeFevre a few days later. Miss LeFevre needed a young woman to act as her assistant during certain procedures. She explained coolly and frankly that Miss Pauline would also serve clients who wished to discipline a submissive female. Mademoiselle LeFevre noted approvingly that Miss Pauline's voluptuous figure made her perfect for this role. The remuneration and the conditions were far superior to the life Miss Pauline had imagined herself leading in service or, even worse, on the streets of London. She gratefully accepted the position and soon found she had a natural talent for it. In spite of her devotion to Mademoiselle LeFevre, Miss Pauline's ambition was to be a Governess. From playing this role for naughty "boys" (and a few "girls") it was a natural transition for her to eventually become a real Governess. During her five year tenure with Miss LeFevre, she received a set of recommendations from members of the English nobility. These letters and her excellent contacts, brought her placements that culminated in the position she now held with the Hawleys. Miss Pauline knew Miss LeFevre could immerse Simone in conversational French, but she also hoped her old employer would give the girl an advanced course in the secret education that Miss Pauline had been providing for Simone. The girl had already crossed over into the realm where pain and pleasure intermingled and became a greater sensation. Miss Pauline hoped that Mademoiselle LeFevre could show Simone how to surrender more fully to a true Mistress and thus find the path to her own Mistress-hood. On their first night in the Dorchester, Miss Pauline discouraged Simone from joining her in her connecting bedroom. Simone was annoyed, but Miss Pauline was firm. "Tomorrow you have your first lesson with Mademoiselle. It's important that you make a good impression. You don't want to be tired. The Mademoiselle is a wonderful woman, but she is demanding and stern with those who do not take their studies seriously." Simone was downcast, but she obeyed her Governess and early the next morning, after breakfast, they took a cab to Knightsbridge. Mademoiselle LeFevre met them in an elegantly appointed drawing room. She embraced Miss Pauline warmly, and seemed delighted to see her old friend. She was a tall woman with a narrow waist cinched into a corset and an ample bosom that impressively filled out her high collared dress. When she turned her attention to Simone, the conversation began in French. "Bonjour Mademoiselle Simone. Ecoute moi. Ici, nous parlons seulement en Francais. Comprend?" "Oui Mademoiselle!" "Your accent," Mademoiselle LeFevre continued in French, "is fair. But in pronunciation as in all things, please copy me closely. You sound uncomfortable with the French language, as though you are holding your words at arm's length, or touching something distasteful. This is understandable for a beginner, but it is important to be at home in your new language. A lady must be at ease. Our role in society is to put others at their ease. Is it not so? To do this, we must be at ease ourselves." She looked at Simone with a ferocious directness. Her gaze was all the more intimidating because it was so effortless and even casual. Simone realized that it was the most natural thing in the world for Mademoiselle LeFevre to dominate the room and everyone in it. "Je suis la Maitresse, Mademoiselle. La Maitresse de cette maison. In my house, I am what matters. How do my guests feel? How do you feel at this moment? This is of no consequence. What matters is how I feel. When I am comfortable my guests are comfortable. If I am displeased, they will suffer agonies. I will teach you to speak French and to be at home in France. But first I will teach you to be Mistress of yourself in every situation. While you are here you must copy me: my accent, my inflections, my mannerisms, my gestures, and by the end of your stay, Mademoiselle, you will be a Mistress like me." Simone was rarely at a loss for words, but at this terrifyingly fluent monologue she just nodded her head, her eyelids fluttering nervously. "Bien sur!" Mademoiselle Lefevre smiled and then burst out laughing. Her laughter shattered the icy mask she had assumed, and she stepped across the room and embraced Simone warmly. Then, taking Simone's hand, with a sisterly air, she drew her out of the room, through the hallway and up the elegant, curved wooden staircase. "Allow me to show you my house Mademoiselle." She led Simone to the first floor , which consisted of a series of closed doors, each with a symbol painted above it. "This is a house of games Simone," Mademoiselle LeFevre said, gesturing to the doors, "Each room is designed for particular pastimes." She opened the first door, whose superscription was a mortar board and cane. The room was decorated like a classroom with a blackboard, rows of desks and a teacher's desk at the front. On a coat-stand by the blackboard were hung rows of canes and straps. "You might be surprised Simone at how many grown ups miss their childhood days. Here they can play at being boys and girls again. I am the teacher, and when my pupils misbehave, I sometimes have to remind them of their manners." She closed the door and led Simone on to the next room, whose emblem was a stethoscope. The interior looked like an operating theater. A stainless steel operating table stood on one side, equipped with stout leather straps, apparently to secure the patient. Various medical implements hung on the wall, including a rubber enema device. "Did you play doctors and nurses as a child Simone?" Mademoiselle asked, with a twinkle in her eye, "Many grown ups still play those games. Here, I am the nurse. When my patients are non-compliant, I can be stern. But it's all for the good of their health!" The next room surprised Simone the most. It was filed with bales of hay and looked like a stable, complete with saddles, whips and the scent of horses. Simone gave Miss Pauline a sly look and received a smile in return. None of this was lost on Mademoiselle LeFevre. "I see you know what this room is for Simone, I'm sure you have played in the stables at your father's estate. Here, of course, we have no horses, but some gentlemen and ladies play those roles and find great enjoyment in horseplay." Next was a medieval dungeon with a whipping post, manacles, ropes, chains, and various painful-looking instruments of torture. "The Middle Ages!" Mademoiselle laughed, "I am sure you have read about this crude and cruel era, but some gentlemen still long for those ancient times." The last door opened to reveal a marble-floored throne room. The gilded throne was elaborately carved into a menagerie of hissing snakes and panthers' heads. "My favorite room!" said Mademoiselle LeFevre, "Here I am Queen Cleopatra with my slaves." Concluding the tour, Madame LeFevre escorted Simone back to the drawing room. "I am sure you have never been enrolled in this type of school before Simone, but my students learn better when they take on roles while speaking French. For the next few days you will play the role of my servant. Miss Pauline will be the housekeeper in charge of you and all the servants. I, of course, am the lady of the house, your Mistress." Miss Pauline stood up suddenly at a glance from Mademoiselle LeFevre. "Come Simone," she said in French, "I will show you to the servant's quarters and get your maid's uniform. Come now, girl!" Simone was not accustomed to this brisk mode of address, but she stood up at once and followed her Governess downstairs to the basement kitchen and the servant's quarters. Here she was shown a tiny room with an uncomfortable looking iron-framed bed, a cheap, cracked glass and a maid's uniform hanging on a hook. "This is where you stay while serving Mademoiselle," Miss Pauline explained. "But what of our rooms?" Simone inquired. "We may return to them in our off duty hours, but Mademoiselle prefers that for the next few days you stay here. Now, change and I will explain your duties." Simone attempted to close the door, which had no proper handle or lock. She found it would not stay closed and remained always a little ajar. She gave up and leaned against it to preserve some feeling of privacy while she changed into her fitted costume. Looking at her reflection in the mean little mirror, Simone straightened the white lace collar. She was surprised to see herself dressed as a servant. She had never imagined herself in this role, but to her surprise, she liked the feeling. Simone found a certain freedom in playing the role of maid. She began to pose and preen, but when her Governess called her, she turned to the door and found herself, as she did so, slipping into the role of servant. Miss Pauline instructed Simone carefully on how to serve at table, how to assist the Mistress in her bedchamber, how to address the Mistress (only when spoken to). She was to assume at all times the postures and facial expressions of docility and service. "Do not look the Mistress directly in the eyes," Miss Pauline said, "Cast your eyes down when spoken to. When you reply, say only "Yes Mistress" or "No Mistress" to let her know you understand. Otherwise, you will nothing to say, unless the Mistress speaks to you. Do you understand?" Simone's mind was racing as she tried to memorize the details of her new role, while also communicating only in French. She felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement at playing her part in this strange, theatrical household. The idea of serving Mademoiselle as her personal maid while, all the time, keeping up with her rapid French made her extremely nervous. Mademoiselle's vocabulary kept Simone constantly scrambling, guessing at the meaning of unfamiliar terms, half grasping the double-entendres, sidelong jests and flights of irony and sarcasm that constantly circulated among the sparse literal landmarks in Mademoiselle's verbal avalanches. At the same time, there was something fascinating about Mademoiselle's presence. Her persona reminded Simone of an aristocrat from a bygone era, a Duchesse or Marquise from the ancien regime. Like the old aristocracy, Mademoiselle exuded an air of natural superiority that was both cruel and child-like. At one extreme, she seemed childish in her unselfconscious egotism, her complete lack of pretense, and her fearless naturalness. At the same time, she was haughty and chillingly remote, like a being from another realm. This mixture of the intimate and the alien held Simone spellbound. Much as she felt the nerve-wracking uncertainty of acting an unfamiliar part in an unscripted play in a foreign language, Simone was also eager to experience Mademoiselle's living theater. That night, Mademoiselle LeFevre had two male and two female guests to dinner. Miss Pauline and Simone laid the table at 5.00. At 7.30, the guests entered and Simone and Miss Pauline served the food that was cooked by a chef in the kitchen below. Miss Pauline told Simone that she should listen carefully to the conversation. It would be held in French, and Mademoiselle LeFevre might ask her questions about it later. Simone did surprisingly well in serving the meal. She had been served at dinners like this all her life and found to her surprise that she had absorbed a great deal of the details of table service and was able to mimic them quite precisely. She also listened attentively to the conversation that buzzed around the table and did her best to memorize the main topics of interest and some of the more sparkling bon mots. When the dessert had been finished and the dishes collected, Mademoiselle LeFevre invited her guest upstairs. Then she told Simone and Miss Pauline to join them in the Cleopatra room. Miss Pauline led Simone to a dressing room off the main hall and pulled back a curtain that concealed rows of costumes. She selected two costumes and handed one to Pauline. "Go to your room and change into this," she said. "But first come with me to the bathroom." Simone followed Miss Pauline to a downstairs bathroom. Miss Pauline closed the door and slipped off her dress. She was wearing nothing underneath but a garter belt and stockings. Pauline notice immediately that there was something different about her Governess's pale, voluptuous body. She stared for a moment before she realized what it was. Then she saw -- Miss Pauline's body was shaved completely smooth and hairless! "Do you see how I have depilated myself Simone?" Miss Pauline asked. "Yes Miss!" said Simone. "You will do the same. In the Egyptian room, everyone is shaven as was the fashion in Ancient Egypt. You will see that the initiates even shave their heads to more completely enter their roles." Miss Pauline presented Simone with a shaving brush, soap and a straight razor. Then she seemed to have second thoughts. "Since this is your first time, Simone, I will help you," she said. She draped a large bath towel on the floor. "Undress and lie down here," she said. Simone obeyed. Miss Pauline ran water in the sink and soaped her hands. Then she gently soaped Simone. She slid her fingers between her thighs and soaped Simone's delicate lips. The girl gasped with pleasure, feeling her Governess's warm soapy fingers sliding over and between her lips and along her stiffening clitoris. "Now watch what I do so you can shave without cutting yourself." Miss Pauline first expertly stropped the blade. When she was satisfied with the edge, she shaved the light hair from Simone's mound with two deft strokes. Then she shaved her lips completely smooth in a few seconds. "Don't be afraid of the razor and your hand won't shake." Miss Pauline advised. "Then you won't cut yourself. Now you try shaving your underarms." Simone soaped under her arms and watched herself in the mirror as she carefully removed the light dusting of underarm hair. "Good," Miss Pauline said and gave her a towel. Simone dried herself. Then Miss Pauline handed Simone the diaphanous robe she was to wear. Miss Pauline removed her stockings and draped her own robe over her head, letting the light material slide over her torso and down her thighs. The sides of the gown were open and when she turned, Miss Pauline's magnificent breasts were exposed. The robe alternately concealed and revealed her shaved, naked body as she walked. Simone's robe also gave only the barest concealment. Her firm young breasts with their stiff, pink nipples were revealed with every step she took. "Follow me," Miss Pauline said. She led Simone out of the bathroom and up the staircase to the upper floor. As they approached the door of the Egyptian room, Miss Pauline whispered, "Follow my lead in everything and obey the Mademoiselle's commands without question." Miss Pauline knocked lightly and then opened the door of the Egyptian room. Simone followed her inside and slowly took in the scene. On a platform that rose above the tiled floor on the opposite side of the room, Mademoiselle Lefevre sat, completely naked, on a gold throne. Her body was bronzed and her face, the tips of her breasts and her shaved sex were gilded. On the tiled floor the male and female "slaves" were also naked. The men had removed what must have been wigs. Their heads, like the rest of their bodies were shaved and oiled. One of the women was also shaven headed and her hairless body was slick with oil. Simone was amazed to see that all three had intricate colored tattoos decorating their sexual organs. The other woman was naked. Her long dark hair streamed down her back and she had a thick bush of black pubic hair. Miss Pauline mounted the stage and took up a broad feather fan with a wooden handle. She nodded to Simone to do the same, and Simone picked up a fan that lay on her side of the throne. The servants stood on either side of Cleopatra, fanning her, while the ritual proceeded. Simone realized that the woman who was still unshaven was being initiated. The Governess Ch. 04 At a nod from the Queen, the woman mounted the platform and prostrated herself before Cleopatra. The two men raised her to her knees and bound her wrists behind her back. The bald woman mounted the platform, bowed to Cleopatra and began brushing the kneeling woman's hair. When she had smoothed her hair perfectly straight, she tied it tightly in a horse-tail. Then, taking a pair of long shears, she cut the tail. The bald woman then cut the remaining hair until it was no longer than half an inch. The two men brought a bowl of steaming water and soaped the initiate's hair into a lather. One man took a bejeweled razor and shaved the initiate's head, his hand moving in long smooth arcs. When the initiate's head was shaved, the woman rinsed and dried her and applied a coating of oil to her pale scalp. The men then stretched the woman on her back with a pillow under her buttocks. The woman spread the initiate's thighs and shaved her. When the initiate was completely shaved, the men undid the ties on her arms. Then they retied her wrists and ankles to a vaulting horse. Her newly shaved head hung down behind and her firm buttocks were presented. At a signal from the Queen, the slave woman took a long tailed whip from a rack and laid it across the initiate's buttocks, making her cry out. The slave continued to whip her, raising red welts on her creamy cheeks. The initiate shuddered at each stroke and struggled in her bonds, but the lashing went on until her behind was criss-crossed with red stripes. Simone and Miss Pauline stood on either side of the Queen, fanning her lightly with the wide peacock-feather fans. Simone took sidelong glances at Cleopatra. The Queen's face was impassive as a statue, but her gilded nipples were swollen and her labia were engorged. Simone found that she too was swollen and dripping. The room was crackling with sexual electricity as the naked Queen and her two servants watched the helpless, naked female being lashed. At another signal from the Queen, the lashing slowed and then stopped. The male slaves unfastened the initiate's bonds and led her to the platform. Both males were fully erect and their shaved penises looked extra large. The initiate knelt on cushions at the Queen's feet. The male slaves guided her forward until her bowed head was positioned between Cleopatra's thighs. The Queen moved forward on her throne and slid the crown of the initiate's oiled head against her gilded peach. She signaled again and one of the male slaves stood behind the initiate on the tile floor and entered her with his thick, tattooed penis. The initiate was apparently very wet, because his penis glistened with her juice as he slid out. He plowed her slowly and deliberately. As he did so, the initiates' bald head rubbed the Queen's swollen peach. As the vibrations of the intercourse were transmitted to her clitoris, the Queen's right hand strayed under Miss Pauline's robe and caressed her large breasts. Then Simone felt the Queen's delicate fingers pinch her nipples and explore her smooth, dripping peach. The feeling of being almost naked in this room full of naked strangers and of being a sexual object for the Queen and others to use was intoxicating to Simone. It reminded her of stripping in the stables for Jack. As the Queen casually teased her clitoris, she moaned. The girl was more aroused than she had ever been before. The Queen gripped Simone's peach and squeezed it gently in rhythm with the slaves fucking. As the Queen's long stiff finger slid inside her, Simone spent copiously on the Queen's hand. She almost dropped the fan, but managed to compose her self just in time. The Queen continued caressing Miss Pauline and Simone saw her Governess's face and neck were flushed. The Queen whispered something and Miss Pauline slipped off her robe, exposing her magnificent breasts and her swollen peach to the lustful eyes of the male slaves. The Queen beckoned the female slave. She mounted the platform and knelt before Miss Pauline. She kissed Miss Pauline's ripe peach and slid a long finger inside her. She withdrew her finger, which was glistening with juice and held it up to the Queen, who sniffed the fine perfume. Putting her face between Miss Pauline's thighs the slave kissed her lips as her tongue darted out to lick and tease Miss Pauline's distended clitoris. Meanwhile the Queen continued to rub herself against the initiate's bald head. The slave who was pleasuring himself in the initiate had his eyes glued on Miss Pauline. As her arousal grew and her nipples stiffened, the man slammed harder into the initiate, until he cried out and spent violently inside her. When he pulled out, his tattooed penis was still fully erect. The other male slave slid his blue and green tinted penis into the initiate's dripping slit. When he withdrew briefly, Simone saw that his shaft was coated with the thick white residue of the first slave. Simone watched enviously as the female slave pleasured her Governess. She wished she was licking and kissing Miss Pauline's sweet-smelling peach. Mis Pauline was gripping the sides of the slave's head. She was raised up on the balls of her feet, her thighs and calves rigid with anticipation. Suddenly she cried out. A torrent of juice soaked the slave's face and ran down her breasts. Almost simultaneously the male slave pounded his load into the initiate who also came loudly on his cock. At this climactic moment, the Queen sighed and spent on the initiate's head. The heavy smell of sex filled the room. The scent of female orgasm mixed with the pungent smell of jissom. Queen Cleopatra had christened the initiate. The young woman had been admitted into the cult of Egyptian sexual slavery. More initiations would follow. Her sex would be tattooed and her nipples pierced, but for now she basked in the heady glow of acceptance into a very secret society. Later that night, Miss Pauline brought Simone into her room. "Strip for me," she said. "I am going to teach you how to pleasure the Mademoiselle if she should call for you in the night. Now kneel." Simone knelt on the hard floor and Miss Pauline drew her heavy cotton night dres over her head. Simone smelled the sweet, heavy scent of her Governess and like a trained dog her peach was instantly soaking wet. Miss Pauline held her face close to her swollen peach and Pauline saw how the lips had separated and her clitoris was standing out. "I am very aroused," Miss Pauline whispered, "I will spend on you and soak you. Would you like that?" Simone nodded. She felt drips of her own warm juice flow down her thighs. "Kiss my lips lightly," Miss Pauline said, "and don't dare to put your tongue on me until I allow it." Simone obeyed, kissing her Governess's engorged lips gently and breathing the heavy scent of her Governess's sex. "Now gently circle my clitoris, with the tip of your tongue." Simone obeyed, admiring her Governess's beautiful clitoris. Miss Pauline turned and presented her behind to Simone. She pulled her cheeks apart and Simone saw her small puckered hole. "Slide your tongue inside me," Miss Pauline whispered. "The Mademoiselle will want you to service her in this way." Pauline licked her Governess's rear and gently worked her tongue inside her. "Yes!" Miss Pauline whispered, "Harder!" She rubbed her clit furiously as Simone tongued her behind. After a few minutes, she turned, held Simone's face against her peach and drenched her, sobbing and shivering with the intensity of her orgasm. "Now," she said, "I will take you to the Mademoiselle's bedchamber. She wants you to attend to her tonight."