A Strict Governess for Richard

He looked at her through a haze of embarrassment as she aroused him. Gently, she slipped her other hand between his legs and squeezed his testicles. She shivered when she heard the boy gasp and moan.

"Come along young man, let's have a nice big cum." John could contain his emotions no longer. "Arrgggghhhhh..oohhh" He moaned as she increased the tempo of her fingers up and down his penis. She quickly moved her body sideways, just avoiding the first jets of semen as they spurted from him. She squeezed his testicles hard and increased the grip on his penis as jet after jet of semen spurted to the floor.

"Come on now, there must be some more left." She whispered softly as she began to slow the strokes of her hand. Argggghhhh.. arrgghh.. please... it is so sensitive.... no more pleeease. Rebecca slowed her hand but did not stop.

"You are so helpless you can't do any thing about it can you." She stopped the movement with her fingers and after squeezing his testicles hard, she let go of him. John gasped as she squeezed his scrotum. His whole body sagged between the chains as she let go of him. The girl walked away from him and across to Sarah.

"I am going to fetch him a drink.. are you coming?"

John felt drained, his bottom was on fire and try as he might he could not ease the pain. If only he could rub it or put some lotion on it, he thought.

It was about ten minutes later that Rebecca entered the punishment room. She looked at the boy as he hung, straddled between the chains. His head was resting on his chin and his eyes were closed. She touched him lightly on the shoulder.

**

Jane Marwood had done as she intended. It had been exactly three weeks since she had started to teach Richard his lessons. She had assimilated well into the household. Her manner and style commanded respect without the need for obvious rule. Lady Rawlings had ensured that the maids and kitchen staff were aware of her position' in fact the young girls now often referred to Jane if they needed instruction about various household matters.

When Diane and Veronica had left to return to school with their friend Patricia, Richard's routine had been firmly established by Jane. Either Rachael and Claire, or Wendy and Annette had bathed him both morning and night. Jane had deliberately kept her relationship with the boy to that of teacher and pupil, her evenings had been spent alone with Lady Rawlings.

For the past two days she had made sure that although he was to be bathed as normal he must not be made to ejaculate. This was in preparation for the first part of a carefully detailed timetable that she had agreed with Lady Rawlings.

Jane's heart fluttered as she sat at her desk. Her silk skirt and white blouse felt cool against her naked skin. Today she wore no bra or panties only a delicate suspender belt, which held up sheer stockings encasing her beautiful legs. She pressed her thighs together, feeling a tremor of excitement run through her body at the prospect of the morning's proceedings. It was eight-thirty, still fifteen minutes before Richard was obliged to attend his lessons. She looked over the room noting that everything was in order.

Jane sat at her desk and opened the centre drawer. Her long eyelashes accenting her beautiful profile as she looked down into the inside. She moved her hand over the rattan cane, her delicate fingers lingering over the ridges of the bamboo. She picked up several long ribbons of soft chamois from the back of the drawer and laid them alongside the cane. Closing the drawer she stood and walked over to the window.

The sun was already casting it's gentle warmth through the tall Georgian windows as she examined her appearance in the wall mirror attached to the oak panelling of the wall opposite her. She noted with satisfaction the clear outline of her breasts as the light from the window shone through the sheer Sea Island cotton of her blouse.

*

The hands of the large clock on the wall slowly moved to indicate eleven thirty. Jane Marwood looked across at her pupil. Richard was bent down over his books, his face still red with embarrassment at the sharp rebuke he had just received from his mistress. Jane had made sure that he could not keep his mind on his work.

Several times that morning she had leaned over the boy, her soft breasts brushing against the nape of his neck as she pretended to look at his work. She had also crossed over to the window, standing against the strong sunlight she had made sure her body was angled perfectly for him to see the outline of her breasts through the sheer cotton of her blouse.

She had also caught Richard looking at her several times as she sat at her desk. On the last occasion she had sharply reminded him that he had only five minutes left to complete the test she had set him at the start of the day.

"Right Richard, bring your book over here and let me see how well you have got on." Her voice sounded light and cheerful. She watched as Richard stood up clumsily and lifted the foolscap exercise book from the desktop. His cheeks were suffused in a deep red blush by the time he had reached her desk.

Jane was well aware of the discomfort she caused each time she looked directly into his eyes. Jane had always been aware of her beauty and she was conscious of her every movement... a simple parting of the lips, sometimes dropping her eyelashes and tilting her head upwards, angling her body in a pretty pose or gently touching someone's hand.

She had developed her physical grace to perfection. She looked at Richard who was standing in front of her, his awkwardness in marked contrast to her poise.

"Give me your book, Richard." Her voice was almost a purr. She took the writing book from his trembling finger. Looking down she could hardly be bothered to read the words he had written, her mind was already on the course of events to follow.

She flipped the page back and fourth, checking what she already knew, that he had only managed to write one and a half pages. Her distractions and been completely successful, keeping him from any semblance of concentrated effort. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise.

"It seems that you have wasted the whole morning Richard. I can see no evidence of any proper effort and you have not even started question three. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Richard dropped his eyes and blushed an even deeper red.

"I don't know miss. I know them I just couldn't do them in time." Richard's voice trailed off into silence. He bent his head and began to shuffle his feet. Jane spoke sharply to him.

"Stand straight and look at me when I am talking to you. Do you mean to tell me that you have no excuse for this work".

Richard quickly raised his head, looking shocked at the sharp rebuke of his mistress. It was the first time he had heard her use that tone of voice.

"I' I'm sorry miss." Richard could hardly speak. His legs were trembling as he watched her sit back in her chair. Her eyes never left his as she deliberately folded her hands across her lap.

"Look at me and listen carefully Richard. I have great faith in your ability to do good work. This morning you have chosen not to and I don't know why. You yourself have admitted that you have no excuse, is that correct?" Richard was trembling visibly as he began to answer.

"I'm sorry miss, I promise I won't do it again." Jane leaned forward and looked deep into his eyes.

"I am afraid Richard that your behaviour will have to be corrected. I intend you to become a well-educated young man whether you like it or not. I am very sorry but I am going to have to punish you."

Jane leaned back and slowly opened the centre drawer. She took out the long rattan cane and placed it on the desktop. Inwardly she was delighted by the shocked expression, which appeared on the boy's face as the cane came into his view.

"B..but m'mmiss." Richard stammered as tears began to form in his eyes. Jane quickly interrupted him.

"I'm sorry young man, but is for your own good. Go over to your desk and undress, quickly now, I don't want to waste the rest of the day."

Richard was unable to move; the words shocked him. He could hardly believe this beautiful young woman was going to cane him. He began to tremble from head to foot, hardly able to put one foot in front of the other as he stumbled back to his desk. He turned to her, his voice pleading.

"But... miss."

Jane found it difficult to keep the thrill of excitement out of her voice as she spoke sternly to her young charge.

"If you delay any more Richard I will double your punishment." "She watched with satisfaction as his trembling fingers started to undo the buttons of his jacket.

"Come along Richard everything off... quickly now." Jane stood up taking several ribbons of soft leather from the drawer and placing them on top of the desk.

She closed the drawer and moved to side of her desk. She watched intently as the boy undressed. He had taken off his jacket and shirt and laid them on the seat of his chair. He was naked above the waist but seemed reluctant to unbutton his trousers.

"Take your shoes and socks off before your trousers... quickly now, I have warned you."

Jane's voice was stern. Her words seemed to have the desired effect as Richard bent over and removed his shoes and socks.

"Come along... drop your trousers."

Tears were rolling down his cheeks as Richard undid the buttons of his trousers and pushed them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and placed them on top of his clothes on the desk. Jane felt an involuntary shiver run through her body as she watched the young boy stand up in just his underpants.

"Right young man come and stand in front of me." She picked up the cane and held it across her thighs. She stood with her legs apart and waited for Richard to stand in front of her. He was clutching the waistband of his underpants as if they might fall. His whole body trembled with fear and trepidation; his face flushed a deep red as he stood before her.

"Drop your pants Richard and bend over my desk."

Richard's humiliation was complete as he stood in front of his beautiful young teacher. He looked up to her face as if to plead with her once more. Jane let go of the cane with one hand and gently stroked the boy's cheek.

"Be a brave boy Richard, I have to do this for your own good".

Her voice was soft, almost tender as she ran her fingers gently down the side of his face and over his shoulder.

"Come along now, take off those pants, I really don't want to punish you more than is necessary."

She thrilled as she watched him nervously push the pants down over his hips and then down his thighs. He bent low and picked up the underpants, clutching them against his genitals as he stood up. Jane smiled to herself as she reached forward and took the garment from his trembling fingers. Richard was mortified as she looked into his eyes.

"Take your hands away and place them by your sides. Stand up straight and look at me."

Jane looked down at his genitals as he reluctantly uncovered himself. She raised the tip of the cane and placed it under his chin.

"I want you to look at me Richard."

Jane's voice was now gentle and soothing.

"I am going to give you six strokes on your bottom and I want you to take it like a man. No nonsense, otherwise I will increase it to twelve. Because you are new to punishment I am going to secure you. So bend over the desk."

She lowered the cane and placed it with his underpants on the side of the desk. Richard shivered as he felt her gentle hands on his naked flesh. She turned him around to face her desk, placing the flat of her palm against his tummy she bent him over until his chest was pressed flat against the surface. Bending to one knee behind him she boldly stoked her fingers up the inside of his thighs, making him spread his legs.

"Please miss.." Richard stammered.

"It's no good pleading Richard, my mind is made up. Now get those legs apart."

Quickly she took the ribbons and tied them around his ankles, fastening the ends of the soft leather to the legs of the desk. She then moved to the other side of her desk and taking his wrists, pulled his arms forward and deftly bound the wrists together. She attached the other end of the soft leather to the handle of the centre drawer.

"Now Richard I have not bound you tightly, but if you do not do as I say, I will fetch the maids to hold you down is that clear." Jane heard the boy mumble an affirmative reply as she moved back around the desk to stand behind his naked body.

Although she had not bound him tightly she was well aware that he could not move his bottom but a few inches. She stood back admiring her handiwork. Richard's chest was pressed flat against the inlaid leather top with his head turned to one side and his legs spread widely apart.

Jane relaxed as she examined the naked body stretched before her. She noted his firm buttocks as she bent forward to look between his outstretched legs. His penis hung down below his testicles, which she noticed were tightly encased in the scrotum as if he were cold.

She moved forward and placed a hand on each buttock gently pulling them apart. She heard the boy gasp as she ran her forefinger down the crease of the buttocks and over the sensitive sphincter.

"Right my boy, get that bottom up, come along up on your toes," She watched as he obediently straightened his legs and pushed his bottom upwards. Jane felt a quiver of excitement run through her body. She was aware that the boy could not raise his bottom any higher, but could not resist the prospect of increasing his embarrassment.

"Come along you can do better than that" Gently she cupped his scrotum and carefully squeezed his testicles, pulling the scrotum backwards towards her. She thrilled once more as he gasped with shock at the intimate way she handled him.

Keeping hold of his testicles she delicately encircled his penis with the finger and thumb of her other hand and pushed the foreskin upwards, uncovering the sensitive glans.

"Come along get it up further, it's for your own good Richard."

Richard could do nothing but mumble. She noted that his face, which was turned to the side, was covered in one deep blush.

Letting go of him she stood back and once more took up her position.

Taking the cane she lowered it so that the tip rested on the centre of his buttocks. Richard quaked visibly as the cold rattan touched his flesh. Delicately she stroked the cane up and down over the cheeks of his bottom. She felt the smooth cotton of her blouse rub against her nipples, which were hard with sexual arousal.

"Come along Richard keep your bottom up."

With these words she abruptly raised the cane and brought it down hard across the very centre of his bottom. The effect was electric, his shoulders heaved as he strained to straighten up and his mouthed opened wide in a grimace of anguish.

"Arrrggghhh.. arggghhh." Richard groaned as the pain of the stroke seared through his body. Through the deluge of pure anguish he heard her voice softly whisper.

"That was number one." His shoulders quivered as he felt her tap the under-part of his buttocks.

"Get your bottom up, I shall not tell you again."

Her voice was now firmer and huskier.

"Come along now."

Richard strained to push his bottom upwards at the same time trying to clench his buttocks together as if somehow to protect the sensitive flesh.

"Don't you dare clench your buttocks."

With all the will power he could muster Richard forced himself to relax his buttocks. No sooner had the flesh relaxed a second stroke bit into his tender flesh. He tried to rear up but could not move his hands. His whole body seemed helplessly pinioned to the desk. He cried out loudly, his throat almost constricted with the effects of the pain.

"Arrggghhh.. arrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.."

"That was number two." Jane's voice was soft, almost a murmur.

Without warning Richard heard the swish of the cane as once more it sliced though the air. He could not believe the intensity of the pain as the bony rattan cane bit deeply into his flesh. "

Arrggghhh.. arrggghhhhhh.. arrgggggggghhhhh."

Jane squeezed her legs together as she felt a thrill run through her body. She pressed her hand between her legs and breathing deeply waited for the feeling to subside. She watched as Richard thrashed his bottom from side to side. Three bright red welts delineated his quivering buttocks.

"Get that bottom up Richard." She said firmly as she raised the cane once more.

"That was number three and you have three more to come."

For the fourth stroke she sliced the cane down across the top of his buttocks. 'Thwack'. She delighted in the satisfying sound of the cane as it bit once more into his soft flesh. She watched delightedly as he threw his head back and screamed.

"Arrgggggggghhh hhhhhhhhh arrrgggg gggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh."

"That was number four." Her words were barely audible as without respite she raised the cane again and brought it down hard. Richard was beside himself with pain as the bony rattan cane bit into his bottom.

This time Jane had aimed carefully for the tender under-part of his buttocks. Her aim had been true and she watched his body quiver uncontrollably as he tried to rid himself of the pain

"Arrrgghrgggggghhhhh.... Arrrggggggghhhh oooooohhhhhh."

Richard screamed, his flesh felt as if it was on fire. His body was quivering uncontrollably his mouth wide open as he fought for breath.

"That was number five, you have one more to come. Jane was not sure that she had managed to keep the excitement out of her voice as mercilessly she raised her arm for the sixth and final stroke. She aimed for the centre of his bottom and brought the cane down hard, watching as if in slow motion, the wicked rattan strike his flesh.

His flesh seemed to envelop the bamboo as it bit deep into his buttocks. The effect of the last stroke was beyond anything Richard could have imagined. His whole body stiffened for an instance as if had been electrocuted. He tossed his head and screamed.

"Argggghhhh .. arrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... arrrggggggggggggggghhhhh."

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he tried to escape his bindings. His whole body was writhing in agony.

"Arrrggggghhhhhh..arrggggggghhhhhh...ooooohhhhhhhh. Please misss.. misss n'nnoo more."

He shook uncontrollably as the pain coursed through his body.

"Pleeeeeeese misssss." He was near to fainting as he tried to form his words. "Pleeeaaase... miss, no more."

Jane smiled with satisfaction as she laid down the cane. She leaned over his quivering naked body and gently stroked her hand over his shoulders.

"There my boy, it's all over now. Try and relax... there's a good boy." Softly her fingers trailed over his back and down over his upturned bottom.

She took a small tube from her skirt pocket and pulled off the cap. Deliberately she laid two long lines of glistening gel upon each side of the crevice of his bottom.

She placed the tube upon the surface of the desk before gracefully bending to one knee. Deftly, she cupped his scrotum with one hand while the other delicately encircled his penis. She pushed the foreskin back over the glans and squeezed the timid flesh. Pulling the foreskin down again she began to move her hand up and down in a milking motion.

She heard the boy gasp as she cleverly manipulated his penis. She slowly increased the tempo of her ministrations as she felt his penis begin to stiffen.

"There, there now, it's all over, just relax."

Richard gasped as she tightened her grip on his penis and pushed the foreskin back as far as it would go. She punctuated the stroking of his penis by gently squeezing his testicles in a similar rhythm. Richard's emotions were in turmoil his breathing heavy and laboured. He felt totally trapped and humiliated as she cleverly aroused him.