Jane Marwood, Governess Ch. 03

An exquisite thrill of excitement coursed through Jane's slender body as she felt Michael's rectum engulf her knuckles one by one. Harriet let go of his soft globes and cupped his scrotum with one hand, while taking hold of his penis with the other. The penis had become rigidly erect from the sisters' skillful manipulations, jumping by its own volition as Jane played ruthlessly with the boy's prostate.

"Oh my Michael, your little willy is all hard," Harriet said in pretend surprise as she patted the underside of his stiff member.

"You can't help yourself, can you?"

"N...no miss... I'm sorry," Michael softly sobbed from between the knees of his governess.

Jane gave her sister a knowing glance. "The poor boy has been painfully erect ever since I got here, just feel how enlarged his testicles are."

"I know, they feel like they're going to burst," Harriet said, tightening her grip on Michael's bulging bottom-globes. "For health reasons, I think it would be irresponsible to not milk the boy -- give his little penis some relief."

Jane replied with a nod and a malevolent grin.

Harriet began to sensually manipulate the foreskin over the sensitive glans and then back up again. Each time she would let one of her nails gently score the pink surface from his urethra down his drooping bulb. Her light and leisurely coaxing soon had the boy gasping for breath.

"Uhhhhhu ohhhhhhh"

Michael was beside himself, engulfed in the numerous acute sensations shooting through his young virgin body.

"Just relax, there's a good boy," Harriet cooed as she kept up her dexterous handling of the throbbing member and simultaneous fondling of the smooth testes.

Jane squeezed her knees together slightly and whispered softly, "Just relax now... it will all be over soon." Her soft voice played havoc with Michael's feelings, as did the soft yet imperious fingers that probed deep inside his bottom, applying a firm pressure and motion to his swollen, inflamed prostrate.

Harriet was devoted to the task of skillfully and diligently milking the poor boy, her gentle touch playing with the plump marbles inside his bulging sack as her other hand moved over his penis, pulling his foreskin up and down over the corona of his sensitive flesh.

"Ohhhhhhhh uhhhhhhh please miss"

"I want a nice big ejaculation from you Michael... open your legs a little wider and relax."

It had all become too much for Michael, who was now shaking visibly from the intensity of their caresses.

"Uhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Harriet gave her sister a signaling nod, at which Jane increased the stimulation of the boy's prostate while Harriet firmly clutched Michael's soft jewels and vigorously stroked his rigid shaft.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh miss, I'm... I'm..."

As Harriet suddenly pulled the foreskin roughly all the way back, the throbbing member burst, erupting heavy spurts of cum while Michael groaned in helpless ecstasy. Thick streams of white fluid gushed out of the boy's urethra, landing on the soft skin around his navel. Streams of semen ran down his belly as the violent erection seemed to produce an endless amount of ejaculate.

"Arrhhhhhhhhh uuhhhhhhh," Michael moaned, struggling to keep his legs from folding as the intense orgasm paralyzed his trembling body.

When the boy had finally been drained completely, Harriet let go of his softening penis and gently patted the smooth scrotum.

"Such a good little boy!"

Jane reluctantly withdrew her deeply embedded fingers, watching with amusement as the tight little hole closed behind them.

Both women exhaled contentedly while Michael remained in his degrading position, panting heavily. Jane released the boy from between her knees and took hold of the nightshirt around his head, pulling it down over his extended arms.

"Right, stand up young man," Jane said as she gave him a slap on his upturned buttocks. Michael slowly got up with a flushed face, looking down onto the thick globs of cum splattered on his stomach.

"My, my, Michael. Look at the mess you've made," Jane said as she reached up and caressed his blushing cheeks.

"I'm sorry, miss Marwood," the boy muttered, burning with shame.

"Speak up, boy! And look up while addressing us," Jane demanded, cupping Michael's chin and forcing his crimson face upward, to meet their scrutinizing eyes. Michael found it almost impossible to focus on the penetrating stares of green and grey.

"I'm sorry, miss," he whimpered, his beautiful brown eyes glistering with tears.

Jane gave him a magnanimous smile and tousled his hair. "Good boy. Let's get you cleaned up."

Taken by the hand, Michael was led out of the kitchen by his governess, followed by Harriet, whose gaze devoured the beautiful autonomy of the boy's body.

As they entered the bathroom, Jane offered Michael's hand to Harriet; the latter quickly gathered it in her slender fingers. The 18-year old blushed furiously at being continuously held by hand as if he were a young child.

Harriet reached up with her other arm and gently grasped Michael's neck in her soft palm. Bending over slightly, she placed a small kiss on his blushing cheek, toying with the boy's naïve emotions as she whispered into his ear.

"You're a very lucky boy to have a governess who takes such good care of you." Her hand now traveled down his spine and cupped one of his still-red cheeks. "Even if it means spanking your bare little behind."

Michael stared down at his feet in shame. Out of his lashes he could see Jane fill what appeared to be a small brass tub. Harriet kept fondling his bottom possessively as she observed her sister prepare the bath.

God how she loved having this handsome young boy under her control, and even though she herself was the Governess to his cousin Richard, she couldn't help envying her sister.

Jane placed the brass tub in the middle of the bathroom and gestured Harriet to bring over the boy.

Michael looked at Jane, his face filled with shame as he saw her looking at his testicles and flaccid penis.

"Step into the tub like a good boy, Michael, and don't make any fuss while we wash you -- or Harriet here will demonstrate that she too is a quite competent wielder of canes and straps."

Michael's bottom lip was quivering as he nodded timidly, unable to utter a word as his acute embarrassment seemed to strangle his voice.

The naked trembling boy stepped into the ten inches of water and was made to stand with his hands upon the back of his head.

"Open your legs wide, let's have no nonsense now." With this, Jane slapped him lightly on the buttocks.

The Marwood sisters lathered up their hands before tenderly soaping Michael's naked skin. They began at his shins and worked their way up, letting their imposing hands run freely over every inch of his body while continuously commenting on his anatomy, accenting his abject shame and total vulnerability.

"He's a very handsome boy indeed."

"Quite small for his age, isn't he?"

"Such lovely slim hips!"

"He has the cutest little baby bottom."

"Feel his testes: they are much less swollen now."

The 18-year old stood and endured this most humiliating bath while the Governesses handled him like a prize animal on show.

Michael could barely cope with the acute sensation of their soft and delicate hands gently caressing him, and even though he had just been milked, he felt his penis engorging gradually and the smooth skin of his scrotum tightening up around the plump marbles within.

Both sisters deliberately ignored this as they continued their embarrassing ministrations. Jane gently scraped her nails over his sensitive nipples on the pretense of washing his chest, making Michael shudder.

"Stand still, Michael, or you will be going over my knees with that wet bottom of yours raised in the air... would you like that, mmm?"

"No, miss," he replied, terrified, forcing himself to remain still while Jane teased his nipples.

Harriet stood behind, letting her slender fingers delve into his smooth armpits and up his trembling arms.

Michael knew with an absolute certainty what was yet to come, dreading the moment when they would turn their attention to washing between his widely parted thighs and the deep crease of his bottom. And there was nothing he could do to escape that humiliation.

Jane brought two fingers up under his chin and tilted his head backwards, smiling to herself at the frightened look on his face. She locked her gaze on him and felt him quiver and flinch as her other hand moved lower, soaping the delicate and sensitive skin just above his penis. Michael gasped for breath as Jane's fingers moved sensuously over his smoothly shaven flesh.

He trembled, a shudder running through his whole body, when her fingers suddenly encircled his partially flaccid penis and pulled the foreskin back, revealing the sensitive flesh beneath. He could not help jerking his hips backwards as she soaped him down the length of his shaft, feeling his penis engorging even further.

Breaking eye contact momentarily, Jane quickly glanced down on his stiffening penis before looking back up at him, shaking her head slightly while pursing her lips.

"Little boys never seem to be able to control themselves."

She noted a sudden look of terror in his eyes as Harriet had slipped her hand in between his voluptuous twin globes. Jane kept up her tantalizing stroking of his member as she stared deep into his big eyes, longing to witness the defeated expression on his face as Harriet would penetrate him deeply.

Harriet ran her soapy fingers up and down his cavernous crease, teasing the little puckered orifice. Then suddenly she lined up a straight digit and pushed it up his soapy sphincter, in a long smooth motion.

"Uhhhhhh ahhh ohhhhh," Michael groaned. Jane observed the boy, his eyelids blinking rapidly, his lips parted, beside himself in a haze of sensations.

Jane kept hold of Michael's chin as she lowered her face to his, letting her tongue delve between the soft lips, exploring the moist warmth of the boy's mouth. Michael moaned into her mouth as she kissed him fervently and passionately, depriving him of air.

Harriet reached up between his legs and cupped his tight scrotum while repeatedly reinserting her long soapy fingers.

Jane expertly maneuvered the tight foreskin over Michael's firm erection; his muffled moans helplessly poured into her mouth as she kissed him deeply and lingeringly. The boy's knees grew weak. He was on the verge of fainting when Jane ran a soapy finger round the rim of his spongy glands.

As Harriet pressed two fingers firmly against his prostate, it all became too much for the poor boy, who once more began erupting thick globs of cum onto his belly. This time, the amount produced was much less impressive; however, the intensity of the orgasm seemed in no way inferior to the previous one, as the Marwood sisters watched Michael's knees buckle in spasms.

"Mhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The cries of ecstasy were strangled against the spellbinding kiss of his governess.

Abruptly, Jane broke off the kiss and looked down at the panting boy, his eyes closed in trancelike bliss. He inhaled deeply as she released him from her asphyxiating caress.

"Right, young man. Let's have you out of this bath and dried off." Harriet gave him a sharp slap on his buttocks, bringing him back to reality.

As Harriet toweled the boy, she continued to subjugate him further.

"Bend over, there's a good boy, and let me dry your little bottom."

As Michael reluctantly complied, Harriet spread his bottom-cheeks so that Jane could dry between them. As they stood him up and dried his chest, Harriet made sure that the towel constantly rubbed the tip of his sore penis. She made him stand with his legs wide apart while she took hold of his penis and patted it dry. She repeated the procedure with his testicles, aware that boy was absolutely suffused with a blush from head to toe.

"The glans looks a bit red; do you have any talcum powder?" Harriet asked brightly as she held the boy's tender glans between her thumb and forefinger.

Before Michael could utter a word of protest, he found himself again in his bedroom, on the bed on his back, the soft fabric of fresh sheets against his skin. He felt his legs being raised, his body bent backwards toward Jane, now sat behind him on the bed. Taking hold of his ankles, Jane held him in that ignominious position, with his bottom pointing straight up towards Harriet, who was shaking a can of talcum. Harriet sprinkled a generous amount of powder on the sore flesh of Michael's genitals and bottom.

Jane bend down and placed a small kiss on his forehead.

"Look at you Michael, fancy a big boy like you having to have your little bottom and willie powdered, just like a baby."

Harriet smiled broadly at her sister's words as she soothingly ran her hands over the boy's skin. Pouring some talcum into the palm of her hand, she insinuated her slender fingers between the cheeks of his bottom, working the powder into his crevice.

"Uhhhhhhh miss," Michael whimpered with a scarlet blush as Harriet traced over his puckered anus.

Gingerly she pulled back his foreskin, sprinkling talcum onto the sensitive flesh beneath. Despite the two thorough milkings Michael had just endured, his member began to swell once again under Harriet's teasing touch.

"I think we had better put him into something loose fitting; his little willy looks a bit sore."

Harriet patted the boy's engorged member before turning to the commode by the door and retrieving what looked like a large cotton napkin. Folding it into a triangle, she placed it under his upturned behind and motioned for Jane to lower her charge's legs.

"Please miss.." Michael begged, beside himself with embarrassment as Jane lowered him onto the cloth napkin.

As soon as the soles of his feet touched the bed, Harriet fastened the corners of the triangle in front of him, pinning the soft fabric together over his throbbing erection.

Jane stood by his side and traced her fingers down Michael's tummy, cupping his rigid member on the outside of the cotton cloth.

"What a day you've been through, you poor thing. I want you to take a nice nap now, Michael, all right?" Jane said as she placed a small kiss on the boy's lips while her thumb tenderly caressed his feverish, blushing cheeks.

Harriet poured a thimble of laudanum and brought it down to the boy's trembling lips. Slowly he drank the bitter liquid with a discontented grimace.

Jane tucked him in, before placing another kiss on his cheek.

"Get some sleep; you'll need it," she advised in a soft voice. Then she got up and left the room with Harriet.

Downstairs, the two sisters soon began discussing Jane's fortune in discovering such a pliant young boy.

"If you really want to break him in without any disturbances, I recommend taking him on a trip to the country. I know a terrific place down in Christchurch, Hampshire." Harriet scribbled down an address on a piece of paper.

"Richard's farther owns the house. I used to take the boy there; it really did work wonders for the his behavior," she said, giving Jane a perceptive wink.

Later that afternoon, when Mr. Lovel returned from his errand, Jane approached him with her proposal.

"It is midsummer, sir. Living in town, in this heat, is not good for a boy of Michael's age and delicate constitution. We ought really to go to the country for a month or two. I have been led to understand that your brother had a property somewhere in the country?"

"In Hampshire? Of course!" exclaimed Mr. Lovel. "In fact, why don't you go down to Christchurch with Michael tomorrow? That will do him a world of good! Exactly, Christchurch. An excellent idea."

Harriet cloaked a smile of triumph. She walked up to Michael's room and found the boy still passed out from the laudanum they had given him earlier. Looking down at his innocent face, sleeping so peacefully, she felt her genitals being bathed in the voluptuous moisture of anticipation. As she sat down on the side of the bed, she lovingly caressed his cheek, whispering to herself;

"Christchurch... That is where I shall really break you in, boy. Oh, the fine floggings I can give you there! How I shall make you suffer and scream in vain! How thoroughly I shall degrade, fondle and penetrate you! And how I shall make you squeal in orgasmic ecstasy! With no one to heed your cries of humiliation and tantalizing pleasure."

Bending down, she kissed his blissfully ignorant face.

"How deeply I will make you love me before I am through!"

"Soon."