A Strict Governess for Richard

"Yes Miss" Annette looked down as she answered.

"You do intend to do as you are told, don't you."

"Ooh yes Miss, I promise to do as you say."

"Can you hear me Wendy?"

Wendy turned her head toward Diane and pushed herself up slightly.

"Yes Miss."

"Did you hear what I have instructed Annette to do to you."

"Y'..yes Miss. Wendy stammered.

"Good we don't want any more disobedience do we?"

"Oh no Miss I promise it will never happen again."

"Good, well in that case you may bathe Annette first and make her cum

whilst you are bathing her."

"Yes Miss, I promise Miss."

"Right do you think you could bear to turn over and lay on your back."

Wendy gingerly lifted her hips off the towel while Diane withdrew it. Carefully Wendy turned her body over and slowly let her bottom sink to the blanket.

"There that wasn't so bad was it." Diane knelt over the girl, her head a few inches away from Wendy's blushing face.

"I know your beating hurt you, but I think it was about time that you were shown what happens when I think you have let me down. You know I think the world of you don't you." Diane lowered her face over Wendy's as she spoke.

"I'm sorry Miss, I promise I will never let you down again." Her eyes looked pleadingly up in those of her mistress.

Diane bent her head and kissed her full on the lips, forcing the young girls mouth open with her tongue. She placed a hand over the girl's breast and squeezed gently forcing her tongue deeper into her mouth. Diane kissed her until she was breathless. As she pulled away she saw a look of pure love and adoration in the young maid's eyes.

"There it's all over, lay there and rest while 'Ronica and I go for a swim."

Diane turned to Annette "You can lay there with Wendy or go for a swim it's up to you."

"I'll stay here if it's all right Miss."

"OK, by the way you may both dress before Richard gets out of the water."

"Thank you Miss" Wendy answered, her face still flushed from the afternoons events.

*

Some time later, Veronica and Diane had finished their swim and were stood on the small jetty looking out toward the middle of the lake where Richard was swimming lazily.

Diane raised her arm and called to him. Richard turned his head in the water and saw the two girls. He acknowledged with a wave and set off toward the shore. It was several minutes later that he was wading through the shallows. The girls were already sat on the blankets. They had all dressed and the picnic hampers had been packed away. Richard tried to look nonchalant as he approached them, but he could see that they were amused rather than fooled by his act. Diane stood up and picked up a towel.

"Come here and let me dry you off you look rather cold." She looked down toward his penis, which had drawn up and was wrinkled with the coldness of the lake water. Richard stepped forward to stand in front of her; he could not help trying to cover his genitals with his hands. Diane reached forward before he could cover himself and took hold of his penis.

"My you are cold, kneel down on the blanket and I'll give you a good rub down." She kept hold of his penis as he knelt timidly in front of her. Diane followed his movements, kneeling so that her body was close to his. She took her hand from his penis and draped the towel around his shoulders.

"Now let's see what we can do for you, the water must be very cold." With calculated coolness she took his shrivelled penis in both hands. She rubbed gently, her warm hands stimulating his penis. Richard was blushing profusely as she looked him in the eye.

"Dry your arms and shoulders Richard while I warm you up a bit, my you are cold." She cupped one hand beneath his tight scrotum and began to rub gently back and forth at the same time she gently pushed the foreskin of his penis backward until the rim of the glans was revealed. Richard blushed a deeper red as she looked at him, her face but a few inches from his.

"Don't be a shy little boy, you were all shrivelled up down here." Her eyes dropped to his penis and Richard could not help look down at her gentle fingers as she pushed the foreskin back tightly and pinched the tip of the glans. Richard felt himself beginning to harden and looked at Diane in panic as she slowly slid the foreskin backward and forward, her fingers rubbing over the sensitive glans, pushing the foreskin back, stretching it tightly.

"There that seems better, stand up and I will dry your legs."

Richard groaned inwardly, his penis was standing out in front of him as she took the towel from his fingers.

"Hands by your side that's a good boy." Richard stood up blushing furiously as she began to dry his legs. He could see the girls watching him. All eyes seemed to be on his penis as she pushed his legs further apart and brought the towel up underneath his testicles. Diane's face was only a few inches away from the boy's erection as she dried his thighs. Deliberately she took hold of the tip of the penis between her finger and thumb and squeezed the tip of the glans, causing Richard to jerk his hips backward.

"Turn around and bend down and touch your toes, I want to dry your bottom."

Richard coloured up once more as she looked up at him, but turned and slowly bent his body over until his hands could grasp his ankles.

"Further apart that's the way." Diane pushed at his legs until his thighs were widely splayed.

She took a small part of the towel in her hand and gently wiped down between the cheeks of his bottom. Cupping his scrotum in her other hand she stood up and bent over him. She dropped the towel and placed a hand on his back. Letting go of his scrotum she smacked him across the buttocks smartly.

"There you're all done now you can stand up."

Richard straightened up, his penis still standing out in front of him. The softness of her hands and the smell of her exotic perfume were playing havoc with his naïve senses.

"Annette would you dress him for me." Diane looked across at the new young maid and pointed at Richard's clothes.

"Richard go and stand in front of Annette." Richard felt absolutely humiliated as he hesitantly walked to stand in front of the pretty young maid. His penis was still stiff and wobbled up and down as he walked. He felt foolish having to stand naked in front of the young girl. He dare not look her in the face as she knelt in front of him holding his underpants.

"Lift your leg. "She said matter of factly as she held the pants open at the waist for him to step into.

"Now the other one." Richard felt waves of embarrassment pass through him as she pulled the pants up over his legs. Deliberately she took hold of the shaft of his penis and as the pants reached his hips she pulled sideways, placing the penis inside the waistband of his underpants. Diane looked on with an amused expression at the way in which the young girl had handled the boy.

*

The two girls were both naked, their skin soft and suffused in a rosy glow from their baths.

Wendy was laid face down upon her bed, her rounded buttocks pushed high into the air by two pillows, which had been placed beneath her hips. Annette's gentle fingers delicately rubbed ointment into the livid welts, which delineated her bottom cheeks.

"Oooh that feels so soothing." Wendy squirmed her hips, her pretty bottom moving seductively from side to side.

"Push your knee's a little further apart I can't get at you properly." Annette murmured as she slipped a hand between the soft flesh of Wendy's bottom. Deliberately she pushed her hand underneath the prostrate girl, cupping her fingers under the gentle swelling of the young maid's pubis. Annette felt a tremor run through the body beneath her as she gently pushed two fingers up into the crease of the parted lips of the vagina. With a firm movement she pushed further up inside the moist orifice.

Wendy gasped at the sudden intrusion, her hips lifting off the pillows. Annette stood up from her kneeling position beside the bed. She kept her fingers pushed firmly into the girl's vagina as she straddled Wendy's body, sitting lightly on her back facing her legs. She bent forward over the girl's bottom and pushed her other hand between the cheeks.

Annette worked her fingers diligently, she was determined to make her friend come quickly. Wendy had made her stand with her legs wide apart while she had bathed her. Her clever fingers had penetrated both her vagina and her pretty bottom, making her climax twice before Wendy had let her get out of the bath.

"Relax now, Miss Diane said I should make you come too, so please open your legs as wide as you can." Annette's voice was a whisper as she bent forward to her task. Her dainty fingers moved insistently in the syrupy vagina, her other fingers delicately teased the opening of her bottom. Annette pushed with her forefinger against the tightly closed sphincter of Wendy's bottom. She watched as her finger slid up into the hole.

"Oooohh..oohh....mmmm.mm" Wendy moaned as Annette moved her finger in circular motions inside her bottom. She moved her fingers faster inside the girl's vagina, pushing her fingers to the limit, at the same time she thrust a second finger up into the wriggling bottom.

"Arrrrrgggg..hhhhhh...Ooooooohhh..ooooooooooohhhhhhh.. I... I'm ...ccc... coming ...oohh " Wendy was beside herself with ecstasy as Annette's busy fingers brought her to a climax.

"Does that feel nice?" Annette murmured to the girl as she increased the pace of her fingers.

"Oooooohhh..y..yes, it feels wonderful..aarrrgggh arrrgh." Wendy groaned once more as Annette bent her head forward and gently bit the quivering buttocks beneath her.

Slowly she decreased the pace of her fingers, watching the quivering body of the girl beneath her as her climax subsided.

Later the girls lay side by side on the bed. Annette gently stroked her delicate fingers over her friends breasts, the nipples hard and pointed quivered under her gentle caresses.

"Do we have to bath Richard tonight?" Annette whispered as she turned her head towards Wendy.

"No I think Miss Diane and Veronica are going to do it." Her friend replied as sat up. She looked down at Annette and stroked her hand down over the girl's tummy, her hand cupping the smoothly shaved pubis. Annette squeezed her legs together, trapping Wendy's fingers between the juncture of her thighs.

"I think we had better just check to see that I am right about Richard's bath. Do you want to get dressed and come with me?"

Richard was laid in bed. He had not seen the girls since they had eaten dinner. It had been nine thirty by the time Richard had got to his room. He had been given no instructions as to what he should do, so he had put on the new pyjamas he had found on the bed and after brushing his teeth had climbed in between the sheets.

*

Shafts of sunlight filtered through the serrated edges of the palm tree leaves, which covered the conservatory roof.

It was another hot day and the skylights of the large glass building had been opened allowing the lazy hum of summer sounds to enter the glassed area.

A gentle wisp of cooler air could occasionally be felt through the large opened glass doors, which led to the garden lawns. The design of the conservatory followed the lines of the old Crystal Palace. It had been added to the original building some years after the original house had been built and had been used extensively by the family ever since. The smooth marble floor was laid out in a mosaic pattern. At the sides were beds of palms, grasses and exotic plants.

Lady Rawlings sat at an ornate desk, which had been placed at one end of the building. In front of her were several cane chairs and table with a glass top. Wine glasses and a filigree silver serving-tray containing thermos jugs stood together with cups and saucers and several different bottles of wine.

Beyond the table and chairs were two massage tables, their shiny leather surfaces standing three feet high from the floor. Behind these Veronica and Diane were busy arranging bottles and jugs onto a small chromium trolley. They were both dressed in tennis whites, their short pleated skirts revealing small white panties as they bent over the top of the trolley.

It was the day that Richard was to begin his therapy. The medical centre had arranged for the doctor and her staff to visit Lady Rawlings that afternoon.

She had spoken several times with the doctor on the telephone and had been left with the impression that they both understood each other very well, allowing them to leave the more intimate and prurient details of Richards therapy unsaid.

The doctor had arranged for someone to come and prepare Richard for his therapy but had given no hint as to what form this might take.

Lady Rawlings looked up from the papers she was reading and saw her maid Wendy approach. Behind Wendy was a young girl dressed in a white tunic. Her dark hair was pinned behind her head, and on top she wore a neat cap with the word "Freda's" written across the front.

"This girl had been sent by the Medical centre to erm... see Richard, Madam." Wendy was not quite sure how to announce the reason for the young girl's visit.

The young girl, rather than leave Wendy to stumble with her introduction, spoke up clearly.

"My name is Jill, Madam. I have been sent to prepare someone called Richard chambers." She transferred the bag she was carrying, to the floor and took a piece of paper from her pocket. "It says here he is to be shaved before he has some therapy on his bottom Madam."

Lady Rawlings, was rather startled at the forthright way the girl announced her task. Instead of answering straight away she turned to her maid. "You may go back to what you were doing." The maid gave a little bend from the knee and left the girl standing in front of her mistress.

Lady Rawlings looked at the girl, hiding the amusement she felt at the matter of fact way the girl had announced herself.

"I see .... and how is he to be shaved, totally or just the area around his bottom?".

"Just the area around his bottom I think madam, we usually tidy them up a bit if they are very hairy, but Doctor said this was a young boy." The girl turned her head as Diane approached, her eyes taking in the girl's svelte figure and the beautifully tailored tennis outfit.

Diane smiled as she spoke, her well-modulated voice instantly capturing the girl's attention.

"You work at Freda's in town don't you? I didn't know they went in for pubic hair dressing." She laughed, her beautiful face mesmerising the young hairdresser.

Jill smiled back as she spoke. "We have a contract with the medical centre we do all the work there."

Diane smiled at the girl and asked. "Would you have time to do another little job while you are here."

Diane had an idea forming in her mind, as she remained smiling at the girl. "It is going to be a couple of hours before the People from the medical centre get here, so there is plenty of time to do Richard, and I would rather like you to shave one of my maids. Is that possible?"

"Yes, certainly if she wants it doing." The young girl replied.

Diane's voice was rather cool and imperious as she replied. "My maids do exactly as I say, she might be a little embarrassed, but I can assure you she wont make a fuss, not unless she wants a smack bottom."

For the first time the young girl showed some expression on her face. "Do you smack their bottoms if they don't do what they are told?" Her expression showed an interest in the subject.

"Of course, neither my mother or myself allow our staff to be disobedient, and the girl in question is in no position to argue, so will you do it." Diane had observed the girl while she was talking to her, and thought she detected a quickening of interest when she had mentioned smacking her young maid's bottom.

"Yes, of course, when would you like me to do it... now?"

Diane smiled at her. "You sit down and have a cup of coffee, or a glass of wine if you prefer, I will go and fetch her. Her name is Wendy by the way.

"Thank you, where shall I put my things?". The girl looked around as Veronica joined them.

"You can put them over here on this trolley, I have arranged the other bottles and things that the Medical Centre sent over this morning." Veronica picked the girls bag up from the floor as she spoke and walked with her toward the trolley.

"Are you going to join in my little bit of fun?" Diane asked her mother quietly. Lady Rawlings smiled at her pretty daughter. "No, but I will attend when the doctor gets here. Make sure I have a word with her in my study before she comes through here will you."

"OK mother, I'll go and fetch Wendy, will you see to a drink for the girl." Diane walked through the magnificent open walkway, which led into the main part of the house and up the main staircase toward the bedrooms.

Wendy and Annette were ironing clothes in the airing room on the first floor. "You can leave the ironing for now both of you." Wendy and Annette looked up as Diane spoke to them. "I want you both downstairs, in the conservatory."

"Yes Miss, at once." Wendy replied. Diane walked with them as they left the room. "You remember what I have told you about disobedience, don't you Wendy." Wendy looked up at her mistress as they walked down the corridor side by side. "Oh yes Miss, I wouldn't disobey you again."

"That's very good Wendy because I am going to have something done to you which you may not agree with. But I promise you, one complaint and I'll bend you over and give you six of the very best. Do you understand me?"

Wendy looked at her young Mistress, her face wore a worried expression. "Will it hurt, I mean what you are going to have done to me?"

Diane smiled at her. "Of course not Wendy. I wouldn't hurt you unless it was to punish you." Diane looked at Wendy. Again she could see that there was a definite look of love and supplication on the young maid's face.

The girls stood around one of the massage tables. The young hairdresser was busy laying out her things. Wendy stood in the middle of Veronica and Diane. She already had an idea what was about to happen and was blushing profusely as Diane spoke firmly to her.

"This young lady is going to shave you between your legs, so I want you to do exactly as she tells you, so no nonsense now, is that clear?" Diane turned toward the young hairdresser. Wendy will do precisely what you ask, so if you would like to instruct her we can begin."

The hairdresser turned toward Wendy. She showed no embarrassment at all as she looked the blushing young maid up and down. Wendy wore a black dress, which buttoned down the front. Around her waist was a small white pinafore.

Jill spoke quite nonchalantly. "Get undressed please, and lay on the table." She watched as Wendy blushed an even deeper red and began undoing the top buttons of her dress. Diane slipped behind her and undid the pinafore.

As Wendy reached the buttons at the waist of her dress, the young hairdresser could see the girl's naked breasts as the material sagged open and quickly understood from their firm appearance why the young maid had no need of a bra.

Wendy finished opening the buttons and reluctantly let the garment slip from her shoulders. Diane caught hold of the dress and placed it with the pinafore on the other massage table.

Wendy was now naked except for her small panties. "Pop your panties off and lay on the table, will you." Jill announced.

The girl walked around to the head of the table as she spoke. "We'll have your head at this end."

Wendy was blushing from head to foot as she pushed the small panties down over her thighs and stepped daintily from them. Trying to cover herself as best she could, she sat timidly on the low table. The hairdresser immediately placed her hands on the blushing girl's shoulders and pulled her backwards until she was laid down fully on the table.