22 comments/ 128324 views/ 61 favorites A Strict Governess for Richard By: jane marwood It was hot, very hot and Richard had been walking quickly for over an hour. The sunrays filtered through the treetops, blinding the boy's eyes as he looked up. 'Not much further', he thought as he began to mount the rise that led to the lake. Richard was dressed, as were all boys at the orphanage, in long grey flannel shorts that came to his knees, a heavy flannel jacket and long grey socks ending in black boots. Although, at eighteen years old, he was the oldest boy in the orphanage, the clothes they supplied were exactly the same for every boy: ill fitting hand-me-downs. He knew that he looked ridiculous, but was thankful that he was unlikely to meet anyone from the outside world. Occasionally there would be visitors to the orphanage, but they were mostly dignitaries and high-profile visitors who ostentatiously raised money for the orphanage. Certainly little of the money raised ever benefitted the orphans. Richard often wryly surmised that if the orphanage was true to form, he would be wearing the same clothes until he was twenty-one. This was the age that he would be free to leave; reasonably well educated, but without a penny in his pocket to greet the world. His shirt was soaked in perspiration with the effort of the long walk. Richard reached the top of the rise and looked quickly about before hurrying on towards the lake. The lake was in a part of the wood which was out of bounds. The boy had heard that it was part of a large estate, owned by a local farmer. The thought of trespass made Richard look round once more as he neared the small jetty at the lakeside. There was no movement in the wood. Small sounds came from the treetops as birds flew and resettled. Richard quickly threw off his jacket and shirt, unbuttoned his trousers and kicked them over his boots. Underneath the trousers were the long old fashioned underpants, washed many times over the years to leave the cloth rough and brittle. The material already irritated his skin, even after just an hour's walk. Richard struggled with his bootlaces, finally throwing the heavy boots onto his pile of clothes. Standing up he let his underpants fall to the ground. He was now naked and was already feeling cooler. He ran towards the jetty, his lithe youthful body glistening in the sun, two more steps and... Richard plunged headlong into the clear water. The cool fresh water of the lake felt wonderful against his naked body. For a moment he was able to forget everything and just bask in the serenity of the moment, heaven beneath an open sky. He swam and played in the crystal water, diving amongst the rocks on the lakebed or just swimming lazily and listening to the sounds of the woodland wildlife. Eventually he turned onto his back, floating silently under the strong sunlight. He had probably been in the lake for thirty minutes or more before the sounds of pounding hooves had penetrated Richard's reverie. Suddenly through the clearing, Richard saw two horses approaching. He could not make out the detail of the riders at his distance from the shore... all he could see was dark hair blowing in the wind from under the riding cap of the first rider. He turned quickly in the water and set off at a quick over-arm crawl towards the nearest bushes on the bank. It became obvious to Richard that the two riders had not observed him swimming in the lake. Strong strokes brought him to the bank, just as the riders reached a heavy solid oak picnic table, which was planted firmly in the ground at the side of the clearing. The horses slowed and stopped and the first rider, a young girl of perhaps nineteen or twenty years, dismounted as the horse took its last few paces. Running to keep pace with the slowing creature, she pulled on the reins and stopped within a few feet of the picnic table. The other horse slowed some paces behind, standing quietly while its rider dismounted. As the horses came to a stop, it appeared obvious to Richard that both the riders were girls. Both of the girls were pretty, in fact the blonde girl was stunningly good looking, fine bone features, vivid blue eyes and hair the colour of silver. The second girl had a face of classic beauty, with dark eyes and dark - almost black, hair that glistened and shone in the sun. The small bushes surrounding the lake hid him well. He could see the two girls tying their horses to a low tree branch. 'What do I do', Richard thought. He could see his clothes, lying on the soft grass only a few feet away from his hiding position. The girls were talking to each other and laughing. "That hack is the only one to take, at this time of year," said Diane. She brushed the nape of her neck below the neatly pinned blonde hair. "Everything else is overgrown," she continued. "...still I bet there isn't a gallop as good as that for miles." The two girls looked around. Diane narrowed her eyes against the sun, as she looked towards the jetty. "What's that Ronica?" Veronica looked towards the jetty. "I don't know, looks like a pile of rags." "Well, they weren't here yesterday," said Diane, "let's have a look". Diane strode off toward the pile of clothes, which Richard had hastily abandoned. She picked up a garment and held it aloft. "I'm not sure what these are supposed to be, either long trousers for a dwarf or very long short trousers." Veronica, who was sifting through some more of the clothes, held up the long underwear. "Who on earth would wear these, in this day and age?" "I think where is he? Is very much more to the point," said Diane as she dropped the trousers back on to the grass. "There's no one in the lake." Both girls scanned the water, their eyes skimming over the boy's hiding position. "I was going to have a dip, but I don't like the idea of someone being around," said Veronica as she looked across the lake once more. Diane was looking closely at the rest of the clothes. "I think it's got to be a young boy. Who else could possibly wear clothes like this?" The blonde girl turned back towards the jetty, looking intently at any possible hiding place. "The jetty's too low for anyone to be underneath. Lets walk along the bank," she said as she walked quickly to the side of the lake. Veronica followed. Richard crouched as low as he could in the water. He had seen the girls approach, but had no idea what course of action to take. What on earth do I do? He thought. If I'm caught, the beating I'll get will be horrendous. Richard remembered the attitude of the orphanage to boys who got in trouble while they were outside. It was not a strict regime, but they did not tolerate any boy or girl tarnishing the name of the orphanage. In fact, it had only been two days ago at the start of the holidays that they had been told explicitly not to go near private property. Richard crouched low, keeping his head down as far as he could without putting his face in the water. He held his breath as he heard their footsteps upon the grass of the shallow bank. For all his stealth, the voice from above made him start with fright. "Who are you and what are you doing?" Richard looked up guiltily, his face blushing to meet the cool gaze of the two girls as they looked down, over his hiding place. It was Diane that had spoken. "Well I'm waiting for an answer." She continued. Richard still did not speak. His face was beetroot red. He crouched further into the shallow water. "I d'don't know." Richard eventually stammered. "You don't know what you are doing. That seems strange, for someone who is crouching in shallow water with no clothes on." Diane could see the boy's form through the clear water. She estimated his age to be about eighteen... a year younger than herself. As far as she could see he was a well-built adolescent. His face was well featured with brown eyes, a straight nose and good jaw line. "Well if you don't know what you are doing, you had better get out." Diane's cool gaze never left the boy, as she spoke. "B'but I haven't got any clothes on," stammered Richard, whose whole body was now blushing with acute embarrassment. "Never the less! You will either get out now or I will send for the gamekeeper," Diane said firmly, "It's your choice." The two girls stood back from the bank. Richard had never felt so embarrassed before. His heart was pounding and he felt dizzy. Slowly he pulled himself up onto the bank, the soft grasses brushing his stomach and legs as he left the water. He looked up to see the two girls had moved further back. The girls watched as he slid himself on to the bank. A nice body, in fact a very, very nice body, Veronica thought as she looked at the firm buttocks of the boy, lying on the grass before her. Richard raised himself on to one knee, holding his hand over his penis and testicles. Wobbling slightly on one foot he managed to stand up. The girls quickly realised that the blushing youth posed no danger to them. "Well" said Diane, who was now enjoying herself very much. "You had better come over here and we can hear your explanation." The two girls turned their backs towards him and walked towards the picnic table. Richard followed behind them - his head was spinning. Diane reached the table first and sat on its strong oak top. The other girl sat down on the bench, which was set into the grass. Richard stood facing the girls. Both hands were now covering his genitals. He glanced back at his clothes lying a few feet away. Diane noticed the look. "You can have your clothes, when we have had an explanation." Richard's body had begun to warm in the sun. He shivered more with fright as Diane fixed him with her icy stare. "We will start with your name, your age... and where you come from," said Diane firmly. Her eyes looked down over his body. She noted his firm shoulders, narrow waist and long well muscled legs. Richard was now acutely aware of the girls' interested gaze. He shuffled his feet in the grass. He could not bring himself to look at Diane, who was now looking towards his hands, which were covering his genitals. "I am waiting, I will not ask again." Diane turned as she spoke, reaching behind her towards the riding hat and crops lying on the tabletop. She turned toward Richard once more now holding one of the crops in her hand. Richard started to speak, hesitantly at first. "My name is Richard Chambers, I am eighteen years old and I come from St. Matthew's orphanage." Diane reached forward. She held the riding crop out in front of her and gently pushed Richard's chin up, so that his eyes met hers. "Look at me when you speak." she said a little more softly. "Stand up straight too!" Richard met her gaze, but found it hard to straighten without uncovering himself. He was cupping his testicles and penis against the juncture of his thighs. The thumbs were crossed over at the top of his pubic hair. Veronica was enjoying the boy's discomfort, and knew perfectly well why he would not stand more upright. She also knew that Diane was having the time of her life with her cross-examination. "I came for a swim. It was so hot and we're on holiday for two weeks," continued Richard. "I didn't mean any harm." Richard looked down once more. He had never felt so ashamed, standing naked in front of the two girls. Diane and Veronica were both aware of the boy's discomfort, but neither had any intention of letting him off the hook. "Look at me and listen Richard. You should be well aware that this is private property. There are fences all around this estate and you must have climbed one to be here now, isn't that so?" Richard raised his head, looking at the girl while she spoke. His cheeks suffused with red and his bottom lip trembling. "Yes miss." He managed to stammer. "Tell me, what would your punishment be, should I decide to telephone the orphanage and complain of your trespass? Not to mention swimming naked in the lake where there may be people passing. What do you say Richard?" The boy trembled even more at thought of what would happen to him back at the orphanage. "I would be beaten Miss." Richard's reply was barely audible. Diane looked coolly at the trembling boy, noting the small tear running down his red cheeks. "Who would beat you?" Veronica asked, speaking to him for the first time, "and what would you be beaten with?" His breath came with difficulty and he looked near to fainting as he answered. "Matron beats us with a cane," he replied, his voice sounding weak. Diane again took over as question master "How many strokes would you expect for something like this?" "I d'don't know Miss." "Well how many do you think? You must have some idea." Diane had heard talk of the severity of punishments doled out to the unfortunate boys and girls that were in the care of British orphanages. Richard was feeling very distressed. He knew for certain that the minimum he could expect would be twelve strokes. He knew of a boy that had left the year before. He had received eighteen strokes for a far more trivial offence. "I am waiting for an answer." Diane held the crop under his chin as she spoke and raised the boy's head. "I think perhaps twelve stokes Miss'. Richard shuddered as he spoke. "Maybe eighteen..." his sentence trailed off into silence. "Well I think," said Diane brightly, "that you would be lucky to receive less than twenty-four. My mother is a magistrate... and I think the orphanage would take a dim view of trespass on the property of a local magistrate." Richard looked shocked but said nothing. His cheeks were burning and his shoulders were shaking with dread. "One last question, before we decide what to do with you." Richard looked at the girl, they hadn't decided yet, Maybe there's a chance...His thoughts were interrupted. "Where about on your body do you receive the cane?" "Er..on the bottom Miss." Both girls looked down at the boy's body as he spoke. Richard was standing squarely in front of them so they could not see his buttocks. "Turn around and show me your bottom Richard." Diane said coolly. Richard looked shocked but did not move. "I think before you start to disobey me, you had better think about who and where you are, Richard my boy." Richard stood still for a second and then began to turn round slowly. He felt totally humiliated. He pressed his hands closer over his groin as he turned and faced the lake. As soon as the boy's back was turned, the girls gave each other a quick smile of triumph. Diane placed the riding crop back on to the oak table. "Stand still and don't move." Diane spoke firmly as she got off the table and stood behind Richard. She placed her left hand on the boy's left shoulder. Richard trembled as he felt her cool fingers touch his skin. He said nothing as she placed her right hand on his waist. She saw him involuntarily clasp his hands tighter over his penis and scrotum. Her right hand slid from his waist, gently moving in over the small of his back and down on to the firm hill of his left buttock. Veronica stood up from her seat on the bench and moved to Diane's right hand side. She wanted to see more clearly what her friend was doing to the boy. Richard trembled, steeling himself for what the girl might do next. "So this is where you receive you punishment is it Richard?" Diane spoke softly as she leaned her head forward to his ear. Richard felt her hand move slowly down over his buttocks, stroking first one cheek, then the other. She took her hand away then brought it back in a sharp slap across his right bottom cheek. Richard gasped at the sudden shock. "Surely that didn't hurt." said Diane brightly. "You can expect a lot more than that when Matron gets hold of you." "Can I get dressed now?" Richard asked suddenly, fearing there might be further exploration of his bottom. "You will get dressed when we tell you to get dressed and not before. Is that understood?" "Yes Miss, I'm sorry Miss." Richard suddenly remembered the terrible mess he was in. The girls might only be a year or two older, but he realised that they held absolute power over him. One wrong word from either of them to the orphanage and his goose was cooked. Although he had reached eighteen years of age, all the boys at the orphanage were treated with very little respect. A complaint from outside the orphanage would bring swift retribution... and always in the form of corporal punishment. 'What position does matron place you in when you are to be caned?' Veronica asked the boy as she moved round to face him. She lifted her arm, taking his chin between her finger and thumb and bringing his head round to face hers. 'We have to kneel on a bench and lean over the desk in Matrons office," Richard muttered. "Does matron take those awful trousers of yours down?" "Yes Miss." Richard replied looking into Veronica's eyes. He had never seen such a beautiful face. "And how about those awful baggy underpants, do they come off too?" "Yes Miss.' replied Richard as he watched her amused expression." "So you are in a very good state to have a thrashing right now." Diane said as she placed her hand back on to the boy's buttocks. Diane stroked the smooth and hairless cheeks of his bottom once more and then took her hands off the boy and sat down on the bench. Veronica followed and sat next to her. "Turn around and face us." said Diane. Richard turned round and faced both girls seated before him. He still had his hands clasped over his groin. He had felt his penis begin to stiffen slightly while the girl had stroked his bottom, still he managed to contain himself beneath his hands. Diane reached behind her and picked up her riding crop. "I told you to stand straight once, so do it. Shoulders back, arms down straight by your sides." Diane said firmly, as she turned back from the table to face Richard. Richard blushed profusely "B'but I'I don't have..." "We are well aware of the state you are in my boy," Diane interrupted "but you made the choice to take your clothes off while on someone else's property. So do as you are told and do it now." Richard felt dizzy; he dropped his head and slowly took his hands away from his genitals. He straightened his shoulders and held his head further back, as he let his hands fall to his sides, but could not bring himself to meet their gaze. Both girls examined the boy intently. 'He really is something special' thought Diane. Excellent features. A really well proportioned body and a beautiful penis. A large tight scrotum too, what more could a girl ask. "That's better'. Snapped Diane. "You are in a lot of trouble and we have to decide what to do about you." "Ronica, why don't you go and feel his bottom, and tell me how many strokes you would think to be an appropriate punishment." Richard could not believe what he was hearing. Suppose he could not control his penis. What would happen if he had an erection in front of them? These thoughts ran wildly through his head. Veronica stood up once more and moved behind him. "Now let's have a look at you." she said softly, as she placed both hands on his waist, pushing him forward slightly. Veronica looked down at his buttocks. She noted their firmness and quality of skin. She dropped her hands from his waist on to the naked firm mounds of flesh. Her thumbs parting the deep cleavage of his bottom as her hands moved sensuously over his smooth skin. "Bend over, so that I can see properly." she said sharply, as she placed her hand round the boy's waist, slipping the palm of her hand beneath his arm. She pushed gently on the middle of his back with her other hand, indicating he should bend from the waist. "Over you go; that's it." Veronica whispered as Richard reluctantly bent forward. "Open your legs, you'll find it easier that way." Still holding the boy's waist, she ran her hand down over his bottom and into the crevice between his legs. She pushed the back of her hand against the inside of his thigh, making him open his legs more widely. A Strict Governess for Richard "There that's easier now I can see you properly." Veronica said in a matter of fact tone. Richard could not believe what was happening to him, he felt dizzy with the touch of her fingers on his body. The soft smooth palm of her hand now parted the cheeks of his bottom. Seemingly oblivious to his feelings, she moved her soft hands slowly and gently over his flesh. Richard flinched as her fingertips pulled the cheeks of his bottom apart. He shivered in trepidation! She felt the trembling in his body as she mischievously kneaded each buttock in turn. "Just stay in that position." said veronica, "I want to see how resilient your bottom is." She stood back from the boy and - raising her arm a little, brought the palm of her hand smartly down across both of his buttocks. Richard, startled from the smack to his bottom, tried to straighten up, but Veronica placed her hand on the small of his back. "Just one more smack." she said brightly, "that didn't leave any mark at all." She raised her hand once more and gave the buttocks a harder smack. Richard jolted with the sting of it, but managed to remain bent over. Veronica could clearly see the imprint of her hand on the boy's bottom. Placing her left hand on to the small of his back, she gently traced her fingers over the marks she had just made. "Now you may stand up again." Veronica told the boy. Richard stood once more trying to cover his penis, which to his horror was now in a semi-erect state. "Arms by you sides, there's a good boy." said Veronica, knowing that Diane would want to see whether her ministrations on the boy's body had produced an erection. Veronica moved to his side and looked down at his penis, which had grown to twice its size and was pointing forward slightly. Veronica was delighted with the result. Looking towards Diane, she quickly observed her amused expression as she too gazed at the boy's penis. Richard was mortified. His body was trembling under Veronica's fingers as she ran her right hand over the boy's shoulder and her left hand over his stomach. "Why, you're trembling." She said as she moved her hand up over his chest and teased his left nipple with her carefully manicured nails. Richard's penis began to throb as she slowly titillated his nipple. His eyes began to glaze with the sensation of it all. "What have we here young man?" Diane said as she stood up and stepped in front of the trembling youth. She looked down and waited for Richard to follow her gaze before taking hold of the tip of his penis. She held it delicately between her forefinger and thumb. The sensation of her fingers touching him so intimately was too much for Richard. His penis burgeoned to a full erection, pointing straight out in front of him! "Is this the way you behave in front of young ladies?" Diane chided him. Richard's cheeks turned an even brighter red. "I c'can't help it Miss," he stammered. "Oh Miss, I'm dreadfully sorry Miss." Diane pinched the end of his penis, making the violent erection complete. With her left hand she gently cupped his testicles, pulling her nails gently forward over the tight skin of his scrotum. Richard's breath was coming in gasps. He was feeling dizzy and faint. "Please Miss, please don't." Richard managed to say through the waves of sensation that were passing over him. Veronica was gently stroking the hair at the nape of his neck with one hand and teasing his nipple with the other as Diane spoke. "I think that will do for now." she said to Veronica as she let go of the boy's scrotum, giving his penis one last pinch. "Let's sit down and decide what to do with him." Veronica stopped caressing the boy and joined Diane on the wooden bench. Richard stood rooted to the spot, his body in the same position, as they had left him, his legs spread apart and his hands by his side. His penis was standing up, fully erect with the tip pointing upwards almost to his navel. "Look at me Richard." said Diane "we are going to give you a choice of punishment. Then leave you to decide." Richard looked up towards the two girl's faces but was not able to look them in the eyes. Diane continued. "We can either, tell my mother and have her telephone the orphanage, or you can accept a punishment from us. I can tell you that our punishment will not be lenient... although it will be considerably less than you could expect from the orphanage. Either way Richard... you are going to be punished." Diane watched the boy's face as she spoke to him. She could also see that his penis was still erect, although perhaps now pointing nearer to the ground at her pronouncement of his fate. "You may have a few minutes to think about it and make up your mind, while I have a word with Veronica and decide what our punishment might be." The girls got up and walked around the table and toward the clearing They stopped some yards away and faced each other. Richard looked at the girls as they talked. Both girls were wearing riding britches and boots. The blonde girl, Diane, wore a silk shirt that was tied in a knot at her waist. Richard had noticed that she wore nothing under the shirt, as her nipples were clearly visible through the thin silk. The dark haired girl, the taller of the two, was also wearing a shirt, but this was made from a fine white cotton. Large pockets adorned the front, which disguised the fact of whether or not she was similarly naked beneath her shirt. Richard, who in his short life had never seen girls that were so beautiful, could not help noticing the fullness of her breasts. Richard still stood as he had been placed. His arms by his sides and legs spread well apart... he felt utterly foolish. In fact, more foolish than he had ever felt in his young life! Occasionally, the girls looked over towards him as they conversed. His mind was in a complete turmoil of thoughts and emotions. He was utterly embarrassed by his own nudity and horrified that his penis had still not subsided. He looked down trying to clear his mind of the girls and how they had touched and stroked their hands over him. He tried to marshal his thoughts. His problem he thought at the moment was what punishment the girls had in store for him. He had already decided, although subconsciously, that he would accept their punishment. On reflecting on the reception he would receive from the orphanage, the alternative, although unknown, could certainly not be worse. It had been known in the past for orphanage boys to be sent to borstal for gross misbehaviour. Who could tell what kind of story the girl's mother would tell to Matron? Would they have him beaten by the gamekeeper they had mentioned? It seemed likely after the girl's remarks earlier. Well one way or another it would be over soon, he thought. The girls were walking back towards him, still deep in conversation. They walked around the separate ends of the table and sat down in front of him. "We have decided," said Diane simply. "As you are already aware, this is a most serious offence that you have committed. Not only trespass! It could have been that Veronica and I were swimming in the lake before you arrived. That would have been a gross invasion of our privacy. Lastly you were swimming naked. We could have been most offended at the sight of you. Therefore we have both agreed that you should be beaten! There is no other punishment for a boy like you. I shall make sure that you are: either beaten by the orphanage, or perhaps a little more leniently, by us." "If I have cause to tell my Mother, I shall ask her to request that you be soundly thrashed. If you decide to take our punishment then, rather than have someone else involved who could possibly still report you to the orphanage..." She hesitated until he was looking straight into her eyes, before she delivered her coup d'état. "...Veronica or myself will beat you." Richard just stared at the girls. He couldn't believe his ears. They were going to beat him. Two girls, hardly a year or two older than himself! "Well Richard what do you say?" It was Veronica that spoke this time. "I'm really sorry Miss, I just didn't mean any harm." Richard muttered, his bottom lip trembling. "Step forward." Diane said, as she parted her knees to make room for the boy to stand closer. She leaned forward and grasped the boy's hips as he hesitantly moved towards her. Her hands holding his hips prevented Richard's immediate reaction to try and cover his genitals. "Put your hands behind you and tell us what you have decided." She said looking up into his face. Richard blushed once more. He was acutely aware of his nakedness and his closeness to the girl. He shivered in horror as he felt his penis begin to stiffen. The soft, almost tender touch of her hands on his hips and the fragrance of her perfume played havoc with his senses. "I'm sorry Miss," Richard managed to stammer; the sound from his lips was barely audible. "Being sorry is not an answer Richard. We are both still waiting for your decision." Diane's hands were softly stroking his hips as she spoke. "I w'...will take your punishment Miss." Richard just managed to say the words in a hoarse whisper. "So you have decided that we will be more lenient than matron have you Richard?" Her gaze seemed to mock him as she spoke. "What's this Richard" Diane looked down. "Your penis is stiff again, can't you control yourself?" She looked up at the boy's face and then down again at the stiffening shaft of his penis. She held his waist with one hand while she gently took hold of his penis with the other. Her fingers gently encircled the shaft. She slowly pushed the foreskin back and squeezed, causing the boy to jerk his hips backwards. She tightened her grip and looked up into his face. "This sort of thing could get you into a lot of trouble, what do you say Veronica?" Veronica stood up and moved behind Richard's trembling body. She stroked the tips of her fingers over his buttocks. Pulling one cheek of his bottom apart from the other, she slid her slim hand down over the cheeks of his bare bottom and through in-between his legs, cupping his testicles sensuously in the delicate palm of her hand. She let her slender fingers close over the soft, tightly crinkled flesh of his scrotum. "I think," said Veronica "That this young man is in a lot of trouble already." She squeezed his testicles gently as she spoke. Diane felt Richard's body stiffen and tremble as Veronica squeezed the boy's scrotum a little more firmly. "What do you say to that Richard?" Diane asked, as she took her hand from his hip and scraped her fingernails over the tip of his penis. She held the shaft firmly while she delicately probed the opening with the nail of her forefinger. She could feel the blood pumping through the shaft of the penis as she held him firmly between her fingers. Richard was speechless. His head was pounding and his vision was blurred. The sensation of the girl's hands on his body was too much for him. He gasped as she gently let his foreskin ride back up the shaft of his penis, watching him intently as his body began to tremble uncontrollably. Diane looked towards Veronica and motioned with her eyes to observe the boy's face. Richard was breathing in gasps. His eyes were closed and his cheeks were suffused in red. "I think today has been a little too much for you Richard. We will postpone the matter of your punishment until tomorrow." The boy was taking deep breaths now. His penis was as hard as Diane imagined any penis could be. She removed her hands from the boy at the same time that Veronica slipped her hand from between his legs. "Look at me Richard... I am talking to you." Diane said softly. Richard opened his eyes and looked at Diane. It was like looking through a mist. His head was pounding and his body trembling. "I said we are going to postpone your punishment until tomorrow. Will you be here by ten o'clock." Diane took hold of the boy's hips to emphasise her words. "Y'yes Miss." Richard stammered. "I presume that, as you are on holiday, there will be no difficulty in getting here for that time?" Richard nodded his head slowly. He felt dazed. The humiliation and embarrassment he felt was beyond any experience he had ever known. "You may go and put on your clothes now, but I warn you, if you are late tomorrow I shall not hesitate to have mother call the orphanage. Is that clear?" Diane's voice was firm and authoritative. Richard nodded "Yes Miss." The boy did not move as Diane still held his hips. She indicated he should turn with a slight opposite pressure of her hands. She impudently brushed her palm across the tip of his penis as he turned. "Off you go then Richard and don't be late tomorrow." She punctuated the last sentence with a smack upon his bottom. Richard stumbled forward towards his clothes. He picked up the underpants he had been so keen to shed earlier and drew them up over his hips. He picked up his trousers and quickly donned the rest of his clothes. He turned around and was surprised to see the girls had remounted their horses. Diane urged her horse forward gently. She leaned down as they approached the boy and prodded the front of the baggy trousers he was wearing with her riding crop. "What time will you be here?" she asked: "Ten o'clock Miss." Richard replied: She turned her horse and stroked its neck as she commanded it to 'walk on.' Veronica walked her horse up to Richard and leaned over, giving him a wry smile. "I bet you think it was bad luck meeting us today." She turned her horse and cantered off after Diane. A Strict Governess for Richard 'I bet she's not forgotten her thrashing either'. Veronica said. After the boy had been sent home. Wendy had been summoned to the drawing room. Veronica tried to recall it as it had happened. Diane's mother had been sat on the centre seat of the settee. The girl had been stood before her with her eyes full of tears. 'You know I have to punish you don't you girl. I should have you sent to approved school for what you were doing. You are barely nineteen, both of you hardly over the age of consent! What you did on my premises was indecent.' Diane's mother had told the girl. Wendy had begged and pleaded for leniency. 'Take off your dress and get over my knee.' The girl had taken off the dress. 'And the under-slip too!' She had slowly taken it off and stood up in just her panties. Diane and Veronica had been seated comfortably in the easy chairs, each of them facing either side of the girl. They had enjoyed her distress and her lovely young body immensely! She had a good figure for a young girl and her firm full breasts stood proudly above her flat tummy. The girl awkwardly placed herself over the woman's knees. 'I think a hair brush would be appropriate, don't you?' She had looked at both girls as she spoke.' Veronica remembered, she had run to her bedroom where she had a large wooden backed brush she had brought from school. As Veronica delivered the brush, she watched fascinated by the impending chastisement before her. Placing her hand over the girl's bottom Diane's mother had taken the hairbrush from Veronica and had placed it on the settee beside her. 'I think we'll have those panties off you, would you help me please Veronica.' Diane had smiled at her mother for including her best friend in the proceedings. Veronica had bent down and hooked her fingers under the waist of the girl's panties pulling them down gently. The girl had shivered in embarrassment as the tiny silken garment, was slipped slowly down her legs until she was as bare as the day she was born. 'Right I think we can proceed.' she said. The girls watched intently as the young maid was beaten. Her bottom glowing bright red after the first few stokes. The girl had screamed for mercy after the first ten stokes but the beating continued until the girls had counted forty strokes. Wendy had been sent to bed after her beating and had remained there for the next day in terrible discomfort. The girls smiled at each other as they reminisced. Diane's mother stood up and reached for a small bell push set into the oak panelled hearth. A few moments passed before the maid entered the room. 'We've just being discussing your smack-bottom,' said Diane. 'We would like to see if that little bottom of yours has healed yet. Forty strokes with a hairbrush should have left some trace.' The girl blushed her long eyelashes closing over blushing cheeks as she looked down in her embarrassment. 'Will you show us please?' The girl blushed again, a soft rosy glow spreading upwards over her pretty face. She turned her back towards the two girls putting her hands under her short dress. 'No not like that.' said Diane firmly. 'Take your dress off so we can all have a good look at you.' The maid turned towards Diane. She looked shocked and embarrassed. Slowly she undid the buttons of her black dress. She pulled her arms through the long sleeves and placed the dress on the arm of the settee next to where Diane's mother was seated. Underneath she wore a black slip. Hesitantly she pulled the thin straps over her shoulders and wriggled daintily as it fell to the floor. She was wearing only a pair of brief black panties. Her breasts were large and fully fleshed. Her slim waist accented their size as they thrust forward, burgeoning firmly as she stooped to retrieve her under-slip. Once again the girl turned her bottom towards Diane, pulling the waist of her panties down at the back to reveal her well-rounded buttocks. Diane leaned forward and took hold of the girl's hips - turning her round to face her. 'I've told you once already not like that.' Diane brushed the maid's hands away from the panties and hooked her own fingers into the waistband, pulling the panties gently down the girl's shapely thighs to her knees. 'Now take them off.' She told her, and lets have no more nonsense. Bending with her knee's pressed together the young maid pushed the lacy garment over her shoes. 'That's right put them over there and leave your shoes with them.' Wendy stepped out of her high heels and walked back to Diane, covering her small patch of dark pubic hair with her hand. Diane stood up as the girl approached. Taking her by the shoulders she made her turn toward the fireplace. 'Shall we have a little more light?' said Veronica as she turned on the standard lamp next to her chair. 'That's better', said Diane. 'She has filled out nicely, what lovely breasts.' She let her right hand fall from the blushing girl's shoulder, placing it firmly on her breast. Diane began to caress the breast, drawing her fingernails lightly over the nipple. Round and round her fingertips teased until the nipple stood out proudly. 'Please Miss,' the girl muttered, her eyes closed with shame. 'Please don't.' She hunched her back, her shoulders straining forward as she tried to disguise the prominence of her breasts. 'Stand straight and put your head up' snapped Diane as the girl tried to evade the teasing fingers, which were pinching and squeezing the protruding and hardening flesh of her nipple. Diane slapped the girl's buttocks smartly with her left hand. With a gasp, Wendy raised her head and pushed her shoulders further back. 'That's better, you can always have another smack bottom you know.' Diane said brightly. 'Now just do as I tell you, when I tell you, there's a good girl. Wendy was one blush of red; her bottom lip was trembling as Diane scolded her. 'Now we will have a look at that bottom of yours.' Diane quickly turned the girl around and bent her forward. Taking hold of the maid's waist, she leaned over, passing her arm around the girl and bringing her hand up underneath so that the palm pressed against the maid's soft tummy. She stroked her right hand gently over the soft buttocks. 'Look 'Ronica, there are quite a few marks.' Veronica leaned forward from her chair and gently stroked her hand sensuously over the buttock cheeks presented to her. Diane moved her left hand further down underneath the girl's tummy. Her forefinger moved insistently over the slim patch of pubic hair. 'Open your legs girl'. Veronica slapped hard across both cheeks of Wendy's bottom. Wendy had begun to tremble as she shuffled her feet apart. 'Come on you can do better than that.' Veronica said insistently, as she pushed the girl's legs further apart. Veronica could see the fingertips of Diane's hand as she moved them over the girl's pubic mound. Diane felt the lips of her vulva begin to open as she teased gently with her fingers. She rubbed backwards and forwards with the length of her fingers between the tender labial lips, her nails teasing the clitoris into prominence. Forward and back, forward and back her fingers moved inexorably, stimulating the trembling female beneath her. She felt the first slight movement of the girl's hips as she daintily caressed her captive's most private part. "Ooooh Miss, plee..ease .. Miss." Wendy gasped as she felt a finger slip inside her. The girl began to move her hips in response to th rhythm of Diane's gentle probing. Her breath came faster and her body shivered. Her mouth opened, gasping for air as Diane moved her hand more firmly inside her. As she felt the moist lips begin to lubricate her finger, Diane increased her rhythm, slowly and insistently she probed deeper and deeper into the very core of the girl. The hips, that were moving from side to side, now began to move backwards and forwards. Reluctantly the girl moved her innocent young body, pushing her quivering hips forward to meet Diane's probing fingers. Her naive movements sending thrill after thrill through her body. Veronica observed the reluctant motions of the girl in front of her and moved to a kneeling position between her widely spread legs. She reached down and stroked her gently, her fingers bestowing feathery caresses upon the girl's inner thighs. Wendy was in turmoil her senses reeling with the onslaught of passion her mind assailed by a rising tide of sensuality.' "Ooooh..Miss....Please...d'doont...." "Miss... Pleeease... sssss." The lower half of her body seemed as if it were on fire, her legs trembled and quivered, and her knee's turned as if to jelly. Diane looked down on the helpless girl, watching her tremble with rapture; her knees spread wide as she sank down to the soft carpet below. Calmly Diane moved with her, keeping contact and increasing the pressure of her wrist upon the writhing girl's clitoris as she inserted another finger inside her. 'Ooooh....Missss. Pleeeeease....pleeease...' The girls words were coming in gasps between her in-drawn breath. Diane was delighted as she felt and saw the tell- tale signs at the first impend of the girls climax. She looked over to Veronica who was caressing the girl's thighs with persistent stokes, moving her hands smoothly upward over the back of the thighs into the deep crease of the girls bottom. Veronica took her cue from Diane and reached into the pocket of her robe for the tube of cream she had secreted there, while in the bedroom. She greased the fingers of her right hand, before splaying the girl's buttocks widely apart, her fingers teasing the sphincter, probing and prising an opening as the girl's hips worked themselves to and fro. She inserted the tip of her finger into Wendy's tender anus - and at the moment of climax, impudently pushed her finger straight up into the girl's wriggling bottom. 'Oooooh...Ooooh....pleeeease...' Wendy was beside herself with sexual pleasure. 'Oooooooooh.....Misssssssss. The girl moaned, her hips thrashing as both girls cleverly manipulated her to a reluctant and embarrassing climax. With tenacity they coaxed every last vestige of pleasure from their victim, watching her movements closely, until she collapsed prostrate on to the carpet - heaving and gasping for breath. 'Arrrh...Oooooh.ooo..ooh.........ooooh'. She cried. Her moans subsiding as her orgasm diminished. Although Veronica delicately extricated her finger from the girl's bottom, Diane's fingers did not lose contact with her, instead she cupped the fleshy mound of her pubis and squeezed gently but firmly. Diane laid her head on the girls back. 'There now, there now,' she murmured, gently stoking the softness of the maids buttocks with her right hand, the other still cupped between the girl's thighs. Veronica stroked her quivering legs until they lay still. 'There that wasn't so bad was it?' Diane murmured as the girl drew in air in long deep breaths. Lady Rawlings looked down at the tableau of girls before her. Her maid lay naked on the floor her legs spread wide. Between them sat Veronica her hand laid on the back of the girl's knee. Diane was sat to the side gently stroking the shoulders of the exhausted young innocent. 'Help her on to the settee beside me. ' Lady Rawlings spoke softly to her daughter, not wanting to interrupt the tender atmosphere of the moment. The girls got up slowly, helping Wendy to the couch. 'Lay her head on my lap, that's the way.' Diane's mother said as they helped the naked girl to lay face upward on the soft cushions. Her head rested on Lady Rawlings knee. Diane's mother gently stroked her hand over the girls glistening shoulder and down on to her beautiful breast, stroking softly. The girl seemed to have regained some of her senses and looked up into the face of her Mistress as she felt the hand gently touch her sensitive nipple. Diane knelt at the side of the settee looking down into girls face. 'Tell me,' she said quietly 'Did you enjoy that?' The girl looked into Diane's eyes. 'Oh yes Miss.' she whispered. Her body shivered. 'Did it make you tingle all over, tell me.' Diane leaned close to the girl as she spoke, Her voice whispered softly. 'Did it make you come?' The girl blushed as she looked up at Diane. 'Oh yes Miss, yes Miss.' the girl whispered. 'Do you feel nice now?' Diane reached for the girl's other breast and squeezed it gently as she spoke. The girl dropped her eyes as she felt the caress. 'Answer me.' Diane moved her face closer to her. The girl looked at the lips, just inches from hers; raising her head, she kissed Diane in adoration. 'Oh thank-you Miss ...thank you'. Lady Rawlings allowed the girl to rest for a while before breaking the mood with her cheerful exclamation. 'You can pop your clothes back on now Wendy then fetch us all a drink'. Diane looked at the young maid, her expression was kindly and caring, as she stoked the girl's cheek, 'You know we are really very fond of you'. 'I know Miss. I just get embarrassed.' The girl said softly looking into Diane's eyes. Wendy dressed quickly and left to fetch the drinks. 'Well,' said Lady Rawlings, '...what a day you're all going to have tomorrow" The girls looked up at Diane's mother as she spoke, smiling gently at her daughter and her friend. 'I feel sorry for this orphan boy of yours. Not because you are going to punish him tomorrow, but because of his circumstances. Perhaps if he is as beautiful as you say we could do something for him.' 'What do you mean?' asked Veronica as she shifted lazily in her seat. Her robe fell open below the belt exposing her long shapely brown legs right up to the vee of her dark and neatly shaped pubic hair. 'Well', said Lady Rawlings 'I know a woman that runs a school almost locally. Mostly girls I think, but she has a wonderful way of moulding her pupils. They turn out quite bright but completely manageable, if you know what I mean.' 'You mean they are submissive?' asked Veronica. 'Yes, I think you would say they are very submissive.' Lady Rawlings smiled. 'I think punishment plays a big part in her disciplines. Of course punishment, tempered with love and affection always works well. Look at the way Wendy has reformed since her smack-bottom. She does exactly as she is told and yet is cheerful and very caring." 'Well to continue' Lady Rawlings could see that she had the girl's attention. 'Miss Harriett Marwood, (although she was married, she is never referred to as Mrs.) has a young daughter, probably just a few years older than you two. She is very much her mother's child in that she is, as I understand it, already a strict and clever disciplinarian. Although I have not seen her since she was a young girl, I understand that she takes after her mother in many ways... and I know that she has already been tutoring.' Lady Rawlings looked earnestly at Diane and Veronica. 'As your young man has still got three years to go before he reaches twenty-one. I had thought... that is... if you would like me to... that he could be educated more appropriately, so that he is properly prepared to make his way in the world. He could also, if you wish, be moulded to suit your rather special needs, my dear daughter!' Lady Rawlings smiled mischievously at Diane, but could see the girl's delight at her words. It did not surprise her Ladyship, when her daughter replied earnestly. 'Mother, the boy is so exquisitely beautiful, that I can't bear the thought of not having him for my own.' 3 The following day dawned bright and clear. The girls were in high spirits as they sat on the cane chairs of the veranda adjoining the dining room. Diane was helping herself to more coffee from the silver tray, which the maid had placed on the cane table in front of them. Diane was wearing a white silk shirt. The material was almost transparent, even the doubled material of the pockets did little to conceal the dark aureole and nipple of each breast. She had unbuttoned the shirt down to the middle of her cleavage and as she leaned forward, her breasts were completely exposed. Her dark blue skirt was made with a buttoned slit, which ran from the waist down to the knee length hem. Diane had unbuttoned these, so that the smooth Sea Island cotton material fell to either side of her tanned thighs. 'I think we chose the right outfits, don't you?' Diane turned to her friend and smiled. 'I don't suppose there is a chastisement outfit.' Veronica laughed. 'Have you decided what to beat him with yet?' Veronica leaned back as she spoke and unbuttoned her thin cotton shirt to the waist exposing her large rounded breasts to the sun's morning rays. 'I think the implement of chastisement has already been decided upon by mother. I was told by Wendy that it had already been taken care of.' Diane turned towards Veronica and smiled impudently. 'That looks pretty.' Diane said, observing Veronica's brown nipples, which were standing out quite splendidly from the tips of her firm breasts. Veronica shifted in her chair placing her feet on the cane table. She was wearing a wide skirt that came to just above the knee. She pulled the skirt up until the hem lay across her hips, exposing her long brown legs. She smoothed her hands over her thighs lazily. 'I'm looking forward to today, he has such a lovely body for a boy.' Veronica spoke softly, turning her face to the sun. 'He is graceful and not too muscular, quite the most perfectly proportioned male body that I could imagine.' Diane nodded to her friend in agreement. 'I think he is most unusual and special, let's hope mother can do something for him.' 'Look,' said Veronica.' My nipples have gone stiff at the thought of him.' Diane laughed and, reaching over, and tweaked the tip of Veronica's right breast with her fingernail, before cupping the firm flesh with her hand. She leaned forward in her chair and brought her mouth over the nipple, delicately opening her mouth wide she nibbled with her even white teeth over the erectile flesh. 'Oooh don't start that now or we'll never get through the day.' Veronica laughed. It was an hour later. The girls were sat side by side in the Range Rover belonging to Lady Rawlings. Diane was driving competently down the long drive, which led from the Manor into the estate. 'Are you comfortable Wendy?' Diane addressed the maid seated behind them. 'Yes Miss, thank you Miss.' Diane glanced round at the maid who smiled back at her. 'You have turned out to be a nice girl.' Diane said. 'Such a pretty face and body too, you really are a lucky girl.' 'Thank-you Miss.' replied the maid once more. They were now heading up the long hack that led to the lake. Diane drove slowly over the rougher ground. 'Don't the woods look pretty at this time of year.' Veronica said, shifting lazily in her seat. Diane concentrated on her driving; her wide skirt lay over her thighs, wantonly displaying the beauty of her long legs. 'I think we have brought everything we need, for our task.' Diane said to Veronica. 'If not we will just have to improvise.' She turned her head towards the young maid. 'You will do as we ask today won't you Wendy?' Before she could answer, Diane turned her body further around, to better see the young girl seated behind her. 'I want complete co-operation from you this morning, is that understood?' 'Yes Miss.' the maid replied firmly, 'I won't let you down.' 'I do think that girls got a crush on you Diane'. Veronica said. She turned in her seat to look at the maid who blushed prettily, and dropped her long eyelashes over her cheeks. 'Here we are.' Diane brought the Range Rover to a halt a few yards from the picnic table. 'Are you sure we won't be disturbed?' asked Veronica as she opened the door of the vehicle. 'No I made sure! The keeper is in 'Far Acre' and will be working there for the next three weeks, so there's no-one to interrupt us.'