A Strict Governess for Richard

Richard's body shivered in small spasms as he lay helplessly before the young girls. Veronica got up to fetch the maid as Patricia laid his penis down between his legs and moved closer to his head. She looked down at his face for a few moments before bending her head and kissing his parted lips.

Wendy returned with Veronica, they had brought warm water, flannels and a towel. Wendy watched intently as they carefully washed the boy's penis and testicles before soaping his tummy and chest. They washed him and patted him dry, before turning him over and washing between the cheeks of his bottom

He blushed profusely as they made him kneel. His knees were rested on the settee cushions to the side of Diane's thighs. His body formed a bridge over her legs with his hands pressed into the cushioned seating at the other side. Patricia powdered between the crease of his bottom her slender fingers intimately running over the membranes of the sphincter. Diane cupped his penis and testicles as they hung downwards. She applied powder, marvelling in the soft feel of the flesh as she caressed him.

They made him stand beside the settee as they handed his dressing gown to Wendy. "He doesn't need that on, it's a warm night. Take him to bed now, there's a good girl." Diane smiled at the young maid as she instructed her. Patricia took hold of Richard's penis and before he could protest pulled back the foreskin.

"Will you put some more talcum powder on his penis, especially behind the foreskin before you tuck him in."

Wendy blushed as Patricia indicated the tender flesh. Richard tried to cover himself but was stopped by a sharp slap across his bottom from Diane.

"Hands on your head, quickly now."

Richard's face coloured a deep red as she took his wrists and placed his hands on his head. Patricia pulled the boy's foreskin further back stretching the skin.

"Can you see where I mean Wendy?" Patricia was enjoying herself watching the young maids cheeks blush a deep red as she was made to look down at Richard's penis.

"Yes Miss, I'll put some on, shall I take him up now?" Wendy was feeling sorry for the boy and hoped that she might alleviate him from any further embarrassment.

"All right Wendy off you go, you may put your hands down now Richard and walk with them at your sides. Off you go then both of you." Diane spoke kindly as she watched Richard walk stiff legged behind the young maid.

*

Lady Rawlings looked across the magistrate's court at the young defendant. His face was blushing with shame as she summed up the proceedings. He was eighteen years old and from a good family background. His parents, it transpired had recently moved to the mainland and it was during this short period, while staying with school friends, that he had committed the offences for which he was now on trial.

He was tall and good looking and Lady Rawlings had decided earlier that day that perhaps this was an ideal opportunity to repay a few favours, both good and bad. She watched the face of the burly sergeant who was standing behind the defendant. He had an expression of eager anticipation on his face, which her Ladyship found distasteful. As she reached the words "Pure hooliganism" She noticed the sergeant smile with satisfaction. These words could only mean one punishment in a Manx courtroom... The Birch!

"So young man, I am afraid that I have no alternative but to sentence you to six strokes of the birch." The sergeant almost liked his lips as the sentence was pronounced. Lady Marwood's eyes however were on the young defendant. She saw his face turn ghostly white and his hands clutch the rail of the dock as he heard her words.

"Take him down would you sergeant." She watched the sergeant take hold of the young man's arm and roughly escort him from the dock.

Lady Rawlings had always been irritated by the obvious delight the sergeant took in birching young boys. She had heard small snippets of gossip amongst the staff at the courtroom cells pertaining to the sergeant's interest in young men. It was rumoured that he took delight in keeping them stripped naked for several hours before he applied the birch.

Lady Rawlings had no intention of letting that happen on this occasion. Before the court had convened she had checked to make sure that the medical officer was still on holiday. The rules forbade any birching without medical supervision. She had arranged after hearing the evidence, that he be transported to the local women's jail. The governor, who was a personal friend of Her Ladyship had made the rest of the arrangements for her.

Lady Rawlings left the courtroom and retired to the Judges chambers. She had decided to forego the pleasure of seeing the sergeant's disappointment at losing the pleasure of birching the young man.

*

Sarah Wallis looked at the naked young girl standing before her. The girl was quite pretty with firm young breasts, narrow waist and long slim legs. Beside the girl stood two female warders. It was normal practice for the warders to be present during a prisoner's medical examination. The young doctor had already examined the girl's heart and respiration and had donned rubber gloves in preparation for an internal exploration. Without hesitation Sarah knew what was expected of her at this stage.

'If we can't have a little enjoyment.' She mused as she looked at the girl's breasts, noting the erected nipples. Sarah had caught the pretty blonde warder looking at her when they had first brought the girl into the examination room. She knew immediately from her admiring glances and demure looks that the young warder was interested in her.

Both warders were dressed in dark jackets and skirts. Each wore a white cotton shirt with navy-blue tie. The taller of the two warders wore her jet-black hair tied back in neat bun. The skirts they wore were cut to the knee. Both girls had excellent figures; their long legs had been tanned by the summer sun and were in sharp contrast to the pale flesh of their naked charge.

Sarah had received a phone call from Lady Rawlings during the morning. She had easily changed her day's schedule at the medical centre and instead attended the women's jail as requested. It was not until Sarah had -arrived that she was informed of her duties for that day.

Normally the prison authorities resident medical officer carried out the medical examinations, but as he was on holiday, she had been asked by the governor if she would she be able to deputise for him as there were several new admissions to be examined. It had only been ten minutes ago that she had been asked by the governor to attend also the birching of a young man who was being escorted to the jail. It was then that Sarah realised why she had been asked by Lady Rawlings rather than the governor to deputise for the regular medical officer.

"Place your legs apart for the doctor." The sharp command came from the taller dark haired young warder who bent down and slapped the inside of the young girl's thighs, making her stand with her legs spread widely apart.

"Hands behind your head."

Another sharp command followed by a harder slap upon the girl's bottom. Sarah looked at the young blonde haired warder who had placed the girl's hands behind her head. She could be no older than twenty-two she thought, yet her authority over the prisoners was absolute. Sarah stepped forward and placed her hand between the young girl's legs.

"Breathe in deeply." Sarah spoke sweetly to the young girl as she firmly pushed her finger up into her vagina. The girl gasped as she felt the cold rubber of the doctor's glove enter her.

"Deep breaths now and try and relax." Sarah was well aware that the girl would find it impossible to relax as she began to rotate her finger, causing her slender body to squirm. Another smack descended on to her beautifully rounded bottom as the warden admonished her once more.

"Keep still for the doctor." Sarah increased the momentum of her finger, causing the young girl to tremble from head to foot. Abruptly she withdrew her finger and gestured for the warders to bend the girl over. Sarah could not help being surprised at the alacrity in which the two young wardens dealt with the girl. One pushed her down while the other put her hand between the girl's legs and pulled upwards. The girl was now bent well over with her legs widely spread. Sarah quickly spread some lubricant on to her finger and stood behind the girl. The pretty young blonde warden deftly took hold of each buttock and pulled the flesh apart, looking toward Sarah with a timid smile.

"Arggghh.." The girl could not help moan as her bottom cheeks were firmly pulled apart.

"Keep still girl... or it will be worse for you."

The warder admonished the girl once more as Sarah gently pushed her finger against the tightly puckered sphincter of the young prisoner.

"Big breaths now." Sarah spoke softly to the girl as one would to a nervous animal.

"Hold still while I feel inside your bottom"

Sarah pushed firmly against the sphincter with her forefinger; she felt the muscle of the sphincter contract over her finger as it slid right up inside the young girl's bottom.

"Oops.. there we are."

Sarah slowly rotated her finger inside the girl, making her gasp at the intimate examination. With her free hand she felt between the pale smooth flesh of her widely spread legs, locating the soft folds of flesh covering her vagina. Without preamble she slipped two fingers gently up into the vagina.

"Arrgggghhhh."

The young girl moaned as she felt the doctor's fingers slide into her.

Sarah quickly began to rotate her fingers, occasionally making a scissors motion as she stimulated the sensitive membranes inside the tight fleshy orifice. The young girl could not help responding as the doctor probed inside her. She clenched her teeth as one of the wardens suddenly grasped her nipples and squeezed the soft flesh. The warder pulled hard on the delicate nubs of her breasts, stimulating the tender flesh to hard points of desire. Sarah smiled seeing the warden that had been holding the girl's buttocks, bend on one knee and start to softly caress the insides of her thighs.

Although she could not see her, Sarah was also aware of the second warder squeezing and caressing the young girl's nipples.

"Arrrgggghhhh...ooooohhhhhh." The young prisoner moaned loudly as she was reluctantly forced towards an orgasm.

"Just relax there's a good girl." She heard one of the warders say as she began to climax.

"Arrrrrgggghhhhhh...ooooohh.. Please I... I can't stand it..."

The young warden who was gently stroking the girl's thighs smiled up at the doctor and suddenly slapped the girl hard on the bottom. Sarah watched the naked young girl as she fought for breath, her young flesh quivering erratically with sexual excitement. She bucked wildly, her hips writhing in abandonment as she reached her orgasm. Sarah diligently kept up the pace with her fingers, only slowing as the girl gasped, pleading for them to stop. Gently Sarah took her finger from the girl's bottom and withdrew her other fingers from inside the moist vagina. Almost tenderly she cupped the pubic mound and squeezed reassuringly.

"There... there... that wasn't so bad was it now?" The warders let the girl up, gently holding her upright between them. Sarah smiled at the young prisoner.

"Off you go now... there's a good girl." The warders both smiled at the young doctor. Sarah again noticed that demure look from the younger of the two.

*

John Gilbert was standing in the centre of the tiled admission room of the jail. To one side of the room was a small leather padded trestle. Several lengths of rubber hose lay on the stainless steel trolley. Around the room were other trolleys and shelves containing an assortment of syringes, nozzles and various medical apparatus. To the far end of the room were two large baths; lower than domestic baths, they had large support handles set into the sides. One of the baths was half filled with hot water. The young man looked at the two nurses standing in front of him. Both wore white linen tunics with rubber aprons. Behind him standing legs astride were the two young female warders who had escorted him from the cells at the courthouse. He looked at the nurses in front of him. One of them he estimated to be about thirty-five years old, the other was much younger. The older of the two smiled at him, not unkindly as she addressed him.

"I hope you are going to co-operate so that we can get this over quickly. Do you understand?" John nodded his head. He shivered at the thought of what was in store for him.

"Right strip down and put your clothes over there." The nurse indicated a small table to his right. John blushed profusely, he had never had to expose his body to a woman before, at least not since he was a child. He began to undress, taking off his jacket and tie... then his shirt, socks and shoes. There was complete silence in the room as he looked up to the nurse as he placed his shoes by his pile of clothes. She made no comment but stood waiting for him to continue. He undid his trousers and sliding them down his legs, stepped out of them and carefully folding them, placed them on the table. He straightened up and turned to face the nurse.

"Take those off too and come over here." The nurse moved toward the trestle without a second glance at the young man.

John lowered his underpants and stepped out of them. He held them to his groin, crouching low as he placed them on the table. He was aware of the young nurse's interested gaze as he stood covering his genitals with his hands. The two warders smiled at each other, as they looked at his naked buttocks.

He walked toward the trestle crouching low as he tried to cover himself. The nurses moved to his sides and taking his arms pulled him forward.

"Right young man, bend over the trestle so that your hips, not your tummy, are resting on the bar."

John felt their soft hands coax him forward. A firm pressure against his shoulders bent him over. He had to uncover himself so that his hands could support him against the wooden legs of the trestle. The nurses manoeuvred him until he was bent well over with his hands on the floor. They took hold of his ankles and spread his legs. The warders moved forward. One stood facing his head, leaning forward she put her hands on either side of his waist.

"Just keep still now, while nurse gives you an enema." John mumbled incoherently. He had no real concept of what was going to happen to him, other than that he was to be birched.

The second warder and the young nurse knelt behind him, one to each side and held his legs apart. The senior nurse picked up a large syringe, which had already been filled with distilled water and a mild purgative. She lubricated the large stainless steel nozzle and moved behind him. Placing her hand between the crease of his bottom she introduced the nozzle to the opening of his bottom.

"Now take a deep breath." She instructed as she pushed the nozzle firmly up against the tightly puckered sphincter.

"Once more now." With those words she pushed firmly, hearing the boy gasp with shock as the cold metal suddenly entered his bottom.

"Another deep breath." She instructed as she pressed the plunger firmly.

John tried to rear up as the first jets of water entered him. The warder had watched the nurse and as she had pressed the plunger she pressed firmly down on the naked boy's waist, making sure he could not move.

"Arrgggghhhh..oooojhhh. John could not help crying out as the nurse pressed the plunger all the way in. Quickly she withdrew the nozzle, watching the sphincter close tightly as the nozzle was removed.

"Just stay there a minute." She instructed once more. She laid the syringe back on the trolley and took a gauze pad, which she pushed rudely between the cheeks of his bottom.

"Right if you would take him over there to the cubicle please." The warders helped the boy up as the young nurse placed her hand between the cheeks of his bottom, pressing the pad against his sphincter. Between the warders and the young nurse John walked awkwardly to the toilet cubicle, which was situated in a small room leading off the admission room. The cubicle had no door, consisting only of two small tiled walls standing about four feet in height. They left him sitting on the lavatory seat and walked back into the admission room.

It was not long before he felt unable to control the pressure of the water in his bowels. He evacuated almost immediately, feeling utter relief as he dispelled the entire contents of his bowels. He wiped his bottom and pressed the handle, which was set into the wall. He sat back down on the toilet seat and contemplated his fate. It was the first time he had been alone since sentence had been passed. He had no idea what happened next; he had heard rumours that four strokes of the birch was a really severe punishment. Boys at school had talked of the horror of six strokes of the birch, but no one he knew had ever experienced it. He just managed to cover his genitals with his hands as the two young warders appeared.

"I hope you have finished."

The pretty young warder said as she beckoned for him to get up. John stood, his hands clutching his groin.

"Right now, hands by your sides and stand up straight." The young warder took hold of his hands and pulled them away from his groin.

"You will learn that there is no privacy for anyone in Jail, so you had better get used to it."

John blushed profusely as the young women stood back and looked him up and down. Right come along, so the nurse can clean you up. The warders escorted him to one of the baths.

"Step in and stand facing me." The warder waited until he had stepped in; she took him by the waist and turned him to face her. The younger of the two nurses stepped forward with a flannel and container of strong smelling liquid soap. She walked around the bath to stand behind the naked boy. Taking the flannel she dipped it in the water and poured soap on to it. Resting one hand against the small of his back she started washing his bottom.

"Stand with your legs astride." She instructed, adding more soap to the flannel she pushed the material between the cheeks of his bottom.

"Come along get those legs apart so that the nurse can get at your bottom."

The young warder pushed her hand between his thighs, pressuring his legs apart. John was blushing profusely as the nurse bent him forward. He could feel her fingers as she dropped the flannel and impudently pushed her hand between the cheeks of his bottom,. He gasped as he felt her finger push up into his sphincter and penetrate deep into his anus.

"Hold still boy." She pushed harder this time feeling the plump flesh of the prostate gland.

"Do keep still."

The warder said sharply as he tried to evade the intense pressure from within his bottom. Several times John had tried to cover his genitals, but the warder had firmly moved his hands to his sides. The young nurse moved her finger vigorously in and out of his bottom, occasionally applying soap between the crevice of his buttocks.

"Arrgghhh..ooohh." He cried out involuntarily as she gave one final push before withdrawing her finger from his bottom. The nurse stepped around the bath and stood beside the warder. The second warder moved behind the boy and taking both his wrists pulled his arms behind him.

The nurse looked at the blushing young man straight in the eyes, as she took hold of his penis in one hand and testicles in the other. Her soapy fingers pushed the foreskin of his penis back as she pulled his scrotum forward from between his legs. John threw his head back in anguish and humiliation as she soaped his genitals. She deftly manipulated the foreskin up and down the shaft until she felt it become stiff between her fingers. Taking more soap and scoop of water in her hand she continued to soap around his genitals. He tried to evade her touches but the prison warder held his arms tightly.