A Strict Governess for Richard

Richard was in turmoil, he felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment as she leaned against him. Her fingers were cool and gentle against his neck, her perfume intoxicating his senses as she whispered softly to him.

"You are a clever boy, you seem to understand the characterisation perfectly and you have written so much... what a lovely boy you are."

Her voice was low and sensual as she moved her cheek against his.

Richard began to tremble unable to control his emotions. Her proximity and the intimate way she touched him destroyed his equilibrium. Her low sensuous voice flattering and praising him was just too much. Jane sensed his agitation at once. She knew exactly the effect she was having on him. Gently she withdrew her face from his and delicately placed a small kiss on his burning cheek.

She stood up taking his book from the desk.

"I will read this through to correct any small mistakes you might have made and let you have it back in the morning."

She moved to the side of the desk and stood with her legs astride.

"You may get up now and go and play outside if you like as long as you are ready for dinner at seven. If you would like some tea you can go and see Rachael or Claire in the kitchens."

She noticed Richard was studiously avoiding eye contact with her. She also knew that unless she was mistaken he would have an erection.

"Come along then up you get, you really have done wonderfully well today."

She could see the boy's absolute anguish as he pushed his chair back. She smiled as he turned his body away from her to get up from the far side and walk around the back of the chair. She watched with delight as he furiously tried to adjust his trousers while his back was turned toward her.

"Come along Richard, don't you want to go out to play." Her voice was light and cheerful."

Richard turned toward the door trying not to look at her. There was a bulge in his trousers, which he could not conceal. His head was throbbing as he stumbled toward the door. Her voice made him stop in his tracks.

"Come here Richard and stand in front of me."

Richard quaked as he heard her instruction. Shame-faced he turned and stood in front of her looking down at his feet. Jane examined him closely as he stood before her. It was with delight that she saw the shape of his penis pushing hard against the material of his trouser leg. He had obviously not been able to adjust his penis upwards or to the side. It must be quite painful she thought pointing downward like that while it was obviously so hard. She took Richard's face between the palms of her hands. Her fingers cool against his burning cheeks. She raised his head and looked into his eyes.

"It is normal manners Richard to turn toward ones teacher and ask permission before one leaves the room."

Jane felt a thrill inside her as she saw the helpless look of supplication in his eyes.

"I'm sorry Miss he stammered." Richard was near to fainting as Jane let go of him and turned him toward the door.

"Off you go and play."

Richard turned the handle of the door and stumbled out. His face was burning and his head pounding as he walked along the hallway and up the wide staircase toward his room.

Jane and Victoria were seated in easy chairs by the fireside in the small drawing room. They had eaten dinner together with Diane and Veronica in the smaller of the two dining rooms.

Jane had explained her intentions to the gathering, talking for almost and hour. She had patiently answered both Diane's and Veronica's eager questions as well as ascertaining from the girl's, the exact events leading up to Richard's admission to the household.

Jane had been very impressed with Diane's easy manner and openness, her summing up of the boy's emotions, was both incisive and accurate.

Veronica too, she thought, certainly understood the subtle nuances that were required in dealing with the boy. Victoria leaned forward in her chair and rang the bell cord on the wall by the fireplace.

"I usually drink wine in the evening, would you like to join me. I have some excellent clarets as well as a fine selection of Southern and Northern Rhone's. One of my favourites is a burgundy from the Cote de Nuits, a La Tache, which I think you might like.

My late husband was a firm disciple of the growers from the Vosne Romanee, and purchased futures for many years before he died. Our cellars here are absolutely perfect in all respects, even to a temperature of fifty-five degree's. It is a hobby of mine; I take pleasure in having wines that Fortnum's are having to pay four times the price for."

Jane laughed, she knew the wines her Ladyship was talking of very well, and indeed their high prices. Wendy knocked and entered at her Ladyships beckoning.

"Wendy dear, would you fetch a bottle of La Tache from the cellar, take it from any of the racks from row D." Wendy bobbed to Jane before answering her Mistress.

"Yes Miss.. shall I bring the Italian glasses with it?" Lady Rawlings smiled.

"Why yes Thank you Wendy, I think that would be an excellent idea." Jane looked at Victoria as Wendy left the room.

"I am impressed, she seems to know your cellar well and what glasses you might require."

Her Ladyship sat back in her chair, crossing her tanned legs. She unbuttoned the pleat of her dress, leaving her legs bare almost to her panties.

"I do like to get comfortable in the evening, it's so cosy in here that I sometimes stretch out by the fire and listen to the Radio or just read."

Jane looked over at Veronica's bare legs. Her body was quite magnificent, her muscle tone perfect, even for a girl ten years younger.

Victoria was well aware of Jane's examination of her legs. She uncrossed them and stretched them out in front of her, slowly smoothing her hand over her thigh.

"You really have beautiful legs, why don't you pop you clothes off and come and lay over my knee. I would love to have another look at that bare bottom of yours."

Victoria smiled, I would love to, but instead I thought I might come and have a look at how you have settled into your rooms. The West Wing has the most beautiful views and is the only suite of rooms that has it's own study, apart from Diane's."

Jane smiled knowingly.

"I think that would be an even better idea. I really do love the rooms, the bathroom is amazingly opulent and I love the Louis furniture. Are you sure I am not taking up some of your living space?

"Of course not, my own suite is even larger and I assure you no less decadent. We had most of the Manor refurbished over two years ago. I think I realised then that I didn't want a house that was constantly full of tradesmen and always in need of repair. So the whole house was rewired as well as new plumbing. I had it done while we were at our Villa in France. I don't think I could have stood the upheaval if I had been here.

Rather than have local tradesmen in the house I engaged Harrods new property services. They sent a designer and an architect so that there was continuity throughout the design scheme. I must say they did a beautiful job. You ought to see Diane's rooms if you think yours are luxurious... she really is an imp! She picked everything herself.

I remember the designer from Harrods saying that her ideas and tastes would do justice to any of the Royal households. She really did cost me a fortune though. We installed mains gas too, although none of the surrounding villages have. It pays to sit on the same bench as the Director of the Gas Board."

Jane could not help laughing.

"I suppose you are financially very secure, not that I mean to pry." Victoria's eyes twinkled in merriment, her red lipstick framing her even white teeth as she smiled.

"You must never think that there is any question that you cannot ask. The answer is yes, My late husband's family have had this land since sixteen fifty-one. I was the sole heir when my husband died. The estate has over two thousand acres, divided between here and the mainland, much of which is farmed by tenants. There are several companies on the mainland of which I am the major shareholder and in addition I own a large portfolio of properties in London. I also own a large estate in the South of France."

Victoria talked easily... and certainly without any hint of boastfulness, in fact more with a tone of appreciation of the things sge enjoyed..

"We have a Villa there which is built on the coastal estate. It is really beautiful. We have our own beach, which is completely surrounded by cliffs.

It is impossible for anyone to get to the beach unless by boat. It is covered by an old French estate law, which is marked on the coastal water charts as being off limits. I will take you there at the start of the summer holidays, as we will all be going then.

That's about the size of it really, even with taxation I seem to be increasing both the income and the holdings. Of course the family solicitors and accountants are so well established (their firms are both over three-hundred years old) that I have very few decisions to make. However I do go to all the major board meetings and decide on various recommendations and acquisitions"

Jane was not only suitably impressed by the scope of Victoria's wealth but also by the acumen her ladyship must have in business. Even with inherited wealth it has to be managed properly.

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in." Veronica called as she got up from her chair and pulled a small refectory table between their two chairs. Wendy entered carrying a silver tray, which held a bottle of wine and two glasses. She bent over and placed the tray on to the table.

Jane was delighted to see that the cork had been pulled and was being held by a twist of lead foil to the neck of the bottle. The dust on the bottle had not been disturbed apart from the neck, which had been wiped clean.

Jane smiled at Wendy as she spoke. "That looks very professional Wendy, you have obviously done this before. Wendy bobbed a curtsey to Jane.

"Yes Miss, Madam showed me how to present the wine properly." Lady Rawlings smiled at her young maid.

"You do it very well all the same. It is getting rather late and I don't imagine we will need anything else. Why don't you go and get your night things on and you and Annette can come down and say goodnight."

Wendy bobbed to Her Ladyship.

"Shall I tell Annette to put her night things on too Miss?"

"Of course and don't be too long as Miss Marwood and I will be going to bed ourselves soon."

Wendy bobbed one more curtsey and left the room. Jane looked at Veronica with an enquiring eye.

"Is it usual for them to come down and say goodnight or are you doing it for my benefit?"

Veronica laughed.

"Well they always come and see if there is anything else I want before they retire, but not as a rule in their night clothes."

Veronica said no more but leaned forward and poured wine into both glasses. She sniffed the wine and handed a glass to Jane before holding her glass up in front of her.

"Here is to you Jane, it is so nice to have someone to discuss things with."

They both drank from their glasses Jane took her drink and settled back in her chair. Veronica put her glass down and stood up, moving over to Jane she leaned over and kissed Jane full on the lips.

"Don't spill your wine... I just wanted to do that I feel very warm towards you." Jane understood how Lady Rawlings must feel.

"I do understand Veronica, it must be hard, even having such a lovely daughter, to find someone to share your thoughts with. I have always had my mother, but it does seem easier when you are not related. It is often hard to think of one's mother or I suppose one's daughter as just a friend."

Jane raised her glass toward Victoria.

"Here's to you.. and to us together, what do you say?" Veronica gave a low chuckle. "An admirable toast." She took her glass and touched it against Jane's.

Both women turned their heads towards the door as they heard the sound of someone knocking softly. Lady Rawlings called for the girls to enter as she got up from her chair.

Annette and Wendy entered the room, both of them looked up timidly to their Mistress as they stood on the rich olive green Axminster, their bare feet just visible under their long dressing gowns.

"Lady Rawlings addressed the girls. "I know you have met Miss Marwood briefly, but I would like her to have a closer look at you both. So you first Annette... off with your dressing gown and go and stand in front of Miss Marwood."

Victoria's voice was soft but firm. Annette obeyed immediately taking off her new dressing gown she moved in front of Jane. She wore a silk short nightdress that finished just below her hips. The matching panties were trimmed with a ruffled lace. Her pretty cheeks blushed, as Jane looked her up and down. Without warning Victoria moved behind her sand pulled her panties down to her knees.

"Hands above you head now!" She warned as she took the hem of the nightdress and pulled it up and over the girl's head. Jane leaned forward and pulled the flimsy panties down to her feet.

"Take those off and give them to her Ladyship." She commanded smartly.

"Now stand straight with your arms by your side so I can have a proper look at you." Annette blushed but did as she had been told. Her firm breasts stood proudly above her slim waist. Jane looked at the girl's smoothly shaven pubis. The plump flesh between her legs had been lightly talcum powdered.

"Open your legs." Jane commanded as she got up from her chair and stood in front of the girl. She placed her hand gently on the girl's breast, tweaking the erect nipple with her delicate fingers.

"You have a lovely body, you must be very proud of it." Jane smiled kindly at the blushing girl. With out preamble she cupped her free hand between the young maid's legs, squeezing the soft mound of flesh intimately. Jane moved her face close to girls blushing cheeks, at the same time she felt the moist lips of the labia part as she slipped her forefinger up inside the young girl.

Jane looked intently at the girls face as she slipped a second finger up into her. Annette had begun to tremble as Jane quickly moved her fingers inside her, arousing the sensitive membranes of her most intimate part. Jane squeezed the girl's nipple hard as she watched her close her eyes. Her pretty lips were parted as she drew deep breaths of air in response to Jane's busy fingers expertly arousing her.

Involuntarily she squeezed her thighs together unable to disguise the wave of sexual arousal she felt course through her trembling body.

Victoria looked over at Wendy and smiled at her. Wendy's face was blushing furiously, her delicate lips trembling as she looked at the naked body of her companion. Victoria was sure that is was not just the embarrassment she felt for her friend but the knowledge that it would probably be her turn next.

Jane took her hand from the girl's breast and slid it around her waist, gently indicating that the girl should kneel. Annette was thankful for the gesture she was trembling from head to foot. She sank gratefully to her knees and then forward on to her hands.

Jane had kept up the insistent rhythm of her fingers during their change of position. Now as she bent over her, she was able to explore the cheeks of the maid's bottom with her free hand.

She slid her fingers down the crease of the buttocks quickly locating the sphincter. Without warning she deftly slid her forefinger up into the girl's bottom.

"Arrggghh" Annette wailed as Jane quickly thrust her finger even further up into her anal passage.

The girl's body moved sensuously as Jane brought her to a reluctant orgasm. Annette could not help herself as she threw back her head, moaning loudly as she climaxed. Wendy watched on helplessly, aware that her turn was to come. She squeezed her legs together miserably aware that she was already wet between her legs.

Lady Rawlings observed the proceedings, occasionally casting an eye over to Wendy who was trembling visibly. She had decided to observe rather than participate in order to see how Jane coped with the girls.

Annette could control her limbs no longer and sank to the floor as her climax receded. She was only just aware of Jane's fingers being gently withdrawn from her vagina and her bottom. Her face rested on the carpet as she became aware of gentle fingers being stroked down her back and over her buttocks. After a few moments caressing the prostrate girl Jane spoke gently to her.

"Get up now and go and sit on Her ladyships knee."

Victoria smiled knowing that Jane was aware that she had been dying to stroke the girl and yet had desisted for the sake of her new governess. Jane sat back in her chair.

"Why Wendy you are trembling come and stand in front of me you poor girl, whatever is the matter don't you think your friend enjoyed that."

Wendy's face was a picture of distress as she came to stand in front of the new governess.

"Well Wendy don't you think she enjoyed it."

Wendy managed to stammer an answer. "er.. I don't know Miss." She looked sheepish as she answered. The cool stare of the new young governess unnerved her.

"Well turn around and ask her, there's a good girl." Wendy blushed a deep red and turned to Annette who was sitting on her Ladyships knee. Her head was laid against her Mistress's shoulder and her eyes were closed. Lady Rawlings softly stoked her fingers over the girl's breasts and tummy her other hand gently holding the girls waist.

"D'..did you enjoy that Annette?" Wendy's question was awkward and of course unnecessary. Annette looked up at Wendy her eyes appearing unfocussed with a dreamy expression.

"Yes it was lovely." Her voice was soft and low, full of sensuality. Wendy turned to the young governess as Jane spoke to her.

"Well off with your things, I want to have a good look at you."

Wendy blushed but something in the young woman's voice made her obey immediately. She quickly took off her dressing gown and stood up straight in her nightdress. The silk material was quite transparent and Jane could easily see that Wendy had no pubic hair.

"Come along off with the rest." Wendy blushed again but the effect was negligible against her already burning cheeks. She took off her nightdress taking it over her head and shaking her hair as she laid it on the floor. She was tempted to cover her pretty breasts, but one look at Jane stopped her.

Instead she pushed her pretty panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. "Wendy could not help immediately covering her pubis as she straightened up.

"Hands on your head, come along quickly girl." Jane's voice was stern and sharp.

"Walk to the end of the room like that and then walk back towards me."

Wendy blushed and bit her pretty lip, her long eyelashes dropping to her cheeks as she heard the command.

"Blindly she placed her hands on her head, her knees squirming together as she tried to hide her intimate part from Jane's examining stare.

"Look at me Wendy." Jane's voice penetrated the girl's haze of embarrassment. Wendy reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at the pretty young woman sat before her. Jane smiled at her

"Don't be a shy girl, we are all friends here, just do as you are told... we don't want to get off on the wrong foot do we?"

Wendy could not help responding to the friendly smile.

"I'm sorry Miss." she turned and walked self consciously toward the door at the far end of the room, turning her body around she stood for a moment as if waiting for further instruction and then walked slowly back to the chairs by the fireside. Jane was delighted with the girl. She did not like girls that were brazen or brash. It was the delicate nature and timidity of a sensitive young girl that appealed to her. She stood up as Wendy approached and stood in front of her. Placing her hands on the girl's shoulders she turned her round and quickly bent her over.