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The Governess
By Jane Marwood
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by Jane Marwood, all rights reserved

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The Governess

It was hot, very hot and Richard had been walking quickly for
over an hour. The sunrays filtered through the treetops,
blinding the boy's eyes as he looked up. 'Not much further',
he thought as he began to mount the rise that led to the lake.
Richard was dressed, as were all boys at the orphanage in long
grey flannel shorts, that came to his knee's, a heavy flannel
jacket, long grey socks, ending in black boots. His shirt was
soaked in perspiration with the effort of the long walk.
Richard reached the top of the rise and looked quickly about
before hurrying on towards the lake. The lake was in a part of
the wood, which was out of bounds. The boy had heard that it
was part of a large estate, owned by a local farmer. The
thought of trespass made Richard look round once more, as he
neared the small jetty at the lakeside. There was no movement
in the wood. Small sounds came from the treetops as birds
flew and resettled.
Richard quickly threw off his jacket and shirt, unbuttoned
his trousers and kicked them over his boots. Underneath the
trousers were the long old fashioned underpants that had
irritated his skin so much. Richard struggled with his
bootlaces, finally throwing them on to his pile of clothes.
Standing up he let his underpants fall to the ground. Richard
was now naked and was already feeling cooler. The boy ran
towards the jetty, his lithe body glistening in the sun, two
more steps. Richard plunged headlong into the water. The cool
water of the lake felt wonderful against his naked body. For a
moment he was able to forget everything and just bask in the
serenity of the moment, heaven beneath an open sky.
It had probably been thirty minutes or more, before the
sound of pounding hooves had penetrated Richard's reverie.
Suddenly through the clearing, Richard saw two horses
approaching. He could not make out the detail of the riders at
this distance. He could see dark hair blowing in the wind,
from under a riding cap. He turned quickly in the water and
set off at a quick over-arm crawl towards the nearest bushes
on the bank. It became obvious to Richard that the two riders
had not observed him swimming in the lake. Strong strokes
brought him to the bank, just as the riders reached a wooden
picnic table planted firmly in the ground at the side of the
clearing. The horses slowed and stopped, the first rider a
young girl of perhaps sixteen years, dismounted as the horse
took its last few paces. Running, to keep pace with the
slowing creature she pulled on the reins and stopped within a
few feet of the picnic table.
The other horse slowed some paces behind, standing quietly
while it's rider dismounted. Both of the girls were pretty, in
fact the blonde girl was stunningly good looking, fine bone
features, vivid blue eyes and hair the colour of silver. The
second girl had a face of classic beauty, with dark eyes and
hair that glistened black in the sun.
The small bushes surrounding the lake hid Richard well. He
could see the two girls tying their horses to a low tree
branch. 'What do I do', Richard thought. He could see his
clothes, lying on the soft grass only a few feet away from his
hiding position.
The girls were talking to each other and laughing. 'That
hack is the only one to take, at this time of year', said
Diane. She brushed the nape of her neck below the neatly
pinned blonde hair. 'Everything else is overgrown', she
continued. '...still I bet there isn't a gallop as good as
that for miles'.
The two girls looked around. Diane narrowed her eyes
against the sun, as she looked towards the jetty. 'What's that
'ronica?'. Veronica looked towards the jetty. 'I don't know,
looks like a pile of rags. 'Well, they weren't here yesterday,
let's have a look'. Diane strode off toward the pile of
clothes Richard had hastily abandoned. She picked up a garment
and held it aloft. 'I'm not sure what these are supposed to
be, either long trousers for a dwarf or very long short
trousers.' Veronica, who was sifting through some more of the
clothes, held up the long underwear. 'Who on earth would wear
these, in this day and age.
'I think where is he, is more to the point'. said Diane as she
dropped the trousers back on to the grass. 'There's no one in
the lake. Both girls scanned the water, there eyes skimming
over the boys hiding position. 'I was going to have a dip, but
I don't like the idea of someone being around'. Said Veronica
as she looked across the lake once more.
Diane was looking closely at the rest of the clothes. 'I
think it's got to be a boy. Who else could possibly wear
clothes like this?'.
The blonde girl turned back towards the jetty, looking
intently at any possible hiding place. 'The jetty's too low
for anyone to be underneath. Lets walk along the bank'. She
said as she walked quickly to the side of the lake. Veronica
followed.
Richard crouched as low as he could in the water. He had seen
the girls approach, but had no idea what course of action to
take. 'What on earth do I do?'. He thought. 'If I'm caught,
the beating I'll get will be horrendous'.
Richard remembered the attitude of the orphanage to boys who
got in trouble, while they were outside. It was not a strict
regime, but they did not tolerate any boy or girl tarnishing
the name of the orphanage. In fact it had only been two days
ago, at the start of the holidays, that they had been told not
to go near private property.

'Who are you and what are you doing'. Richard looked up to
meet the cool gaze of the two girls as they looked down, over
his hiding place. It was Diane that had spoken. 'Well I'm
waiting for an answer'. She continued.
Richard still did not speak. His face was beetroot red. He
crouched further into the shallow water.
'I d' don't know'. Richard eventually stammered. 'You don't
know what you are doing. That seems strange, for someone who
is crouching in shallow water with no clothes on'.
Diane could see the boy's form through the clear water. She
estimated his age to be about sixteen a year younger than
herself. As far as she could see he was a well built
adolescent. His face was well featured, brown eyes, a straight
nose and good jaw line.
'Well if you don't know what you are doing, you had
better get out'. Diane's cool gaze never left the boy, as she
spoke. 'B'but I haven't got any clothes on'. Stammered
Richard, whose whole body was now blushing with acute
embarrent.
'You will either get out now or I will send for the game
keeper'. Diane said firmly, 'It's your choice'.
The two girls stood back from the bank. Richard had never
felt so embarrassed before. His heart was pounding and he felt
dizzy. Slowly he pulled himself on to the bank. The soft
grasses brushing his stomach and legs as he left the water. He
looked up to see the two girls had moved further back.
The girls watched as he slid himself on to the bank. A nice
body, Veronica thought as she looked at the firm buttocks of
the boy, lying on the grass before her.
Richard raised himself on to one knee, holding his hand over
his penis and testicles. Wobbling slightly on one foot he
managed to stand up. 'Well' said Diane, who was now enjoying
herself very much. 'You had better come over here and we can
hear your explanation'. The two girls turned and walked
towards the picnic table. Richard followed behind them - his
head was spinning. Diane reached the table first and sat on
it's strong oak top. The other girl sat down on the bench,
which was set into the grass.
Richard stood facing the girls. Both hands now covering
his genitals. He glanced back at his clothes lying a few feet
away. Diane noticed the look.' You can have your clothes, when
we have had an explanation.' Richard's body had begun to warm
in the sun. He shivered more with fright as Diane fixed him
with her icy stare.
'We will start with your name and where you come from'.
Said Diane firmly. Her eyes looked down over his body. She
noted his firm shoulders, narrow waist and long well muscled
legs.
Richard was now acutely aware of the girls interested gaze. He
shuffled his feet in the grass. He could not bring himself to
look at Diane, who was now looking towards the hands covering
his genitals.
'I am waiting, I will not ask again.' Diane turned as she
spoke, reaching behind her towards the riding hat and crops
laid on the table top. She turned toward Richard once more now
holding one of the crops in her hand.
Richard started to speak, hesitantly at first.
'My name is Richard Chambers, I come from St. Matthew's
orphanage.'
Diane reached forward. She held the riding crop out in front
of her and gently pushed Richard's chin up, so that his eyes
met hers.
'Look at me when you speak.' she said a little more softly.
'Stand up straight too:' Richard met her gaze, but found it
hard to straighten without uncovering himself. He was cupping
his testicles and penis against the juncture of his thighs.
The thumbs were crossed over at the top of his pubic hair.
'Veronica was enjoying the boys discomfort, and knew perfectly
well why he could not stand any more upright. She also knew
that Diane was having the time of her life with her cross-
examination.
'I came for a swim. It was so hot and we're on holiday for two
weeks.' continued Richard. 'I didn't mean any harm.' Richard
looked down once more. He had never felt so ashamed, standing
naked in front of the two girls.
Diane and Veronica were both aware of the boy's discomfort,
but neither had any intention of letting him off the hook.
'Look at me and listen Richard. You should be well aware that
this is private property. There are fences all around this
estate and you must have climbed one to be here now, isn't
that so?'
Richard raised his head, looking at the girl while she spoke.
His cheeks suffused with red and his bottom lip trembling.
'Yes miss'. He managed to stammer.
'Tell me, what would your punishment be, should I decide to
telephone the orphanage and complain of your trespass.
Swimming naked in the lake where there may be people passing.
What do you say Richard?.'
The boy trembled even more at thought of what would happen to
him back at the orphanage.
'I would be beaten Miss.' Richard's reply was barely audible.
Diane looked coolly at the trembling boy, noting the small
tear running down his red cheeks.
'Who would beat you?' Veronica asked, speaking to him for the
first time, 'and what would you be beaten with?'.
His breath came with difficulty, he looked near to fainting.
'Matron beats us with a cane.' he replied, his voice sounding
weak.
Diane again took over as question master 'How many strokes
would you expect for something like this?'
'I d'don't know Miss.'
'Well how many do you think?, you must have some idea.'
Richard was feeling very distressed. He knew for certain that
the minimum he could expect would be twelve strokes. He knew
of a boy that had left the year before. He had received
eighteen strokes for a far more trivial offence.
'I am waiting for an answer.' Diane held the crop under his
chin as she spoke and raised the boy's head.
'I think perhaps twelve stokes Miss'. Richard shuddered as he
spoke.' Maybe eighteen...', his sentence trailed off into
silence.
'Well I think', said Diane brightly that you would be lucky to
receive less than twenty-four. My mother is a magistrate, I
think the orphanage would take a dim view of trespass on the
property of a local magistrate.
Richard looked shocked but said nothing. His cheeks were
burning and his shoulders were shaking with dread.
'One last question, before we decide what to do with you.'
Richard looked at the girl, they hadn't decided yet, Maybe
there's a chance...His thoughts were interrupted.
'Where about on your body do you receive the cane?'.
'Er..on the bottom Miss'.
Both girls looked down at the boy's body as he spoke. Richard
was standing squarely in front of them so they could not see
his buttocks.
'Turn around and show me your bottom Richard.' Diane said
coolly. Richard looked shocked but did not move.
'I think before you start to disobey me, you had better think
about who and where you are, Richard my boy.'
Richard stood still for a second and then began to turn round
slowly. He felt totally humiliated. He pressed his hands
closer over his groin as he turned and faced the lake. As soon
as the boy's back was turned the girls gave each other a quick
smile of triumph.
Diane placed the riding crop back on to the oak table. 'Stand
still and don't move.' Diane said firmly as she got off the
table and stood behind Richard. She placed her left hand on
the boy's left shoulder. Richard trembled as he felt her cool
fingers touch his skin. He said nothing as she placed her
right hand on his waist. She saw him involuntarily clasp his
hands tighter over his penis and scrotum. Her right hand slid
from his waist, gently moving in over the small of his back
and down on to the hill of his buttocks. Veronica stood up
from her seat on the bench and moved to Diane's right hand
side. She wanted to see more clearly what her friend was doing
to the boy.
Richard trembled, stealing himself for what the girl might do
next.
'So this is where you receive you punishment is it Richard?'
Diane spoke softly as she leaned her head forward to his ear.
Richard felt her hand move slowly down over his buttocks,
stroking first one cheek, then the other. She took her hand
away then brought it back in a sharp slap across his right
bottom cheek. Richard gasped at the sudden shock.
'Surely that didn't hurt.' said Diane brightly. 'You can
expect a lot more than that when Matron gets hold of you.
'Can I get dressed now?' Richard asked suddenly, fearing there
might be further exploration of his bottom.
'You will get dressed. When we tell you to get dressed and not
before. Is that understood?'
'Yes Miss, I'm sorry Miss.' Richard suddenly remembered the
terrible mess he was in. The girls might only be a year or two
older, but he realised that they held absolute power over him.
One wrong word from either of them to the orphanage and his
goose was cooked.
'What position does matron place you in when you are to be
caned?' Veronica asked the boy as she moved round to face him.
She lifted her arm and taking his chin between her finger and
thumb bringing his head round to face hers. 'We have to kneel
on a bench and lean over the table.' Richard muttered.
'Does matron take those awful trousers of yours down?'
'Yes Miss.' Richard replied looking into Veronica's eyes. He
had never seen such a beautiful face.
'And how about those awful baggy underpants?, do they come off
too?'
'Yes Miss.' replied Richard as he watched her amused
expression.'
'So you are in a very good state to have a thrashing right
now.' Diane said as she placed her hand back on to the boy's
buttocks.
Diane stroked his buttocks once more and then took her hands
off the boy and sat down on the bench. Veronica followed and
sat next to her.
'Turn around and face us.' said Diane. Richard turned round
and faced both girls seated before him. He still had his hands
clasped over his groin. He had felt his penis begin to stiffen
slightly while the girls hands had stroked his bottom, but he
managed to contain himself beneath his hands. Diane reached
behind her and picked up her riding crop.
'I told you to stand straight once, so do it. Shoulders back
arms down straight by your sides.' Diane said firmly, as she
turned back from the table to face Richard. Richard blushed
profusely 'B'but I'I don't have..' 'We are well aware of the
state you are in my boy,' Diane interrupted 'but you made the
choice to take your clothes off while on someone else's
property. So do as you are told and do it now.'
Richard's head felt dizzy, he dropped his head and slowly took
his hands away from his genitals. He straightened his
shoulders and put his head further back, but could not meet
their gaze.
Both girls examined the boy intently.' He really is something
special' thought Diane.' Excellent features. A really well
proportioned body and a beautiful penis. A large tight scrotum
too, what more could a girl ask'.
'That's better'. Snapped Diane. 'You are in a lot of trouble
and we have to decide what to do about you.'
''ronica, why don't you go and feel his bottom, and tell me
how many strokes you would think to be an appropriate
punishment'. Richard could not believe what he was hearing.
Suppose he could not control his penis. What would happen if
he had an erection in front of them?. These thoughts ran
wildly through Richard's head. Veronica stood up once more and
moved behind the boy.
'Now let's have a look at you.' she said softly as she placed
both hands on his waist, pushing him forward slightly.
Veronica looked down at his buttocks. She noted their firmness
and quality of skin. She dropped her hands from his waist on
to his buttocks. Her thumbs parting the deep cleavage of his
bottom as her hands moved downwards.
'Bend over, so that I can see properly.' she said as placed
her hand round the boys waist, underneath his arm. She pushed
gently on the middle of his back with the other hand,
indicating he should bend from the waist.
'Over you go; that's it.' Veronica whispered as Richard
reluctantly bent forward.
'Open your legs, you'll find it easier that way.' still
holding the boys waist she ran her hand down over his bottom
and into the crevice between his legs. She pushed the back of
her hand against the inside of his thigh, making Richard open
his legs more widely. 'There that's easier now I can see you
properly.' Veronica said matter of factly. Richard could not
believe what was happening to him, he felt dizzy with the
touch of her fingers on his body. The softness of her hand now
parting the cheeks of his bottom. Seemingly oblivious to his
feelings, she moved her soft hands slowly and gently over his
flesh. Richard flinched as her fingertips pulled the cheeks of
his bottom apart. She felt his body tremble as she kneaded
each buttock in turn.
'Just stay in that position.' said veronica, 'I want to see
how resilient your bottom is.' She stood back from the boy and
raising her arm a little, bringing the palm of her hand
smartly down across both buttocks. Richard startled from the
smack to his bottom, tried to straighten up, but Veronica
placed her hand on the small of his back. 'Just one more
smack.' she said brightly 'that didn't leave any mark at all'.
She raised her palm once more and gave the buttocks a harder
smack. Richard jolted with the sting of the slap, but managed
to remain bent over. She could clearly see the imprint of her
hand on the boy's bottom. Placing her left hand on to the
small of his back, she gently traced her fingers over the
marks she had just made.
'Now you can stand up again'. Veronica told the boy. Richard
stood once more trying to cover his penis, which to his horror
was now in a semi-erect state.
'Arms by you sides, there's a good boy.' said Veronica,
knowing that Diane would want to see whether her ministrations
on the boy had produced an erection. Veronica moved to the
boy's side and looked down at his penis which had grown to
twice its size and was pointing forward slightly. Veronica was
delighted with the result. Looking towards Diane she saw her
amused expression as she too gazed at the boys penis. Richard
was mortified. His body was trembling under Veronica's fingers
as she ran her right hand over the boy's shoulder and her left
hand over his stomach. 'Why you're trembling'. She said as she
moved her hand up over his chest and teased his left nipple
with her carefully manicured nails.
Richard's penis began to throb as she slowly titillated his
nipple. His eyes began to glaze with the sensation of it all.
'What have we here young man?' Diane said as she stood up and
stepped in front of the trembling youth. She looked down and
waited for Richard to follow her gaze before taking hold of
the tip of his penis. She held it delicately between her
forefinger and thumb. The sensation of her fingers touching
him so intimately was too much for Richard, his penis
burgeoned to a full erection, pointing straight out in front
of him. 'Is this the way you behave in front of young ladies?'
Diane chided him. Richard's cheeks turned an even brighter
red. 'I c'can't help it Miss' he stammered.' I'm dreadfully
sorry Miss. 'Diane pinched the end of his penis, making the
violent erection complete. With her left hand she gently
cupped his testicles, pulling her nails gently forward over
the tight scrotum. Richard's breath was coming in gasps. He
was feeling dizzy and faint. 'Please Miss, please don't.'
Richard managed to say through the waves of sensation that
were passing over him. Veronica was gently stroking the hair
at the nape of his neck with one hand and teasing his nipple
with the other as Diane spoke. 'I think that will do for now.'
she said to Veronica as she let go of the boys scrotum, giving
his penis one last pinch. 'Lets sit down and decide what to do
with him.' Veronica stopped caressing the boy and joined Diane
on the wooden bench.
Richard stood where they left him, legs apart and hands by his
side. His penis standing up fully, the tip pointing upwards
almost to his navel.
'Look at me Richard.' said Diane 'we are going to give you a
choice of punishment. Then leave you to decide.' Richard
looked up towards the two girl's faces but was not able to
look them in the eyes.
Diane continued. 'We can either, tell my mother and have her
telephone the orphanage, or you can accept a punishment from
us. I can tell you that our punishment will not be lenient.
Although it will be considerably less than you could expect
from the orphanage.' Diane watched the boy's face as she spoke
to him. She could also see that his penis was still large
although now pointing nearer to the ground.
'You may have a few minutes to think about it, while I have a
word with Veronica and decide what our punishment might be.'
The girls got up and walked around the table and toward the
clearing
They stopped some yards away and faced each other. Richard
looked at the girls as they talked. Both girls were wearing
riding britches and boots. The blonde girl wore a silk shirt
that was tied in a knot at her waist. Richard had noticed that
she wore nothing under the shirt, as her nipples were clearly
visible through the thin silk. The dark girl, the taller of
the two was also wearing a shirt but this was made of cotton.
Large pockets adorned the front but Richard could see that her
breasts were quite large.
Richard still stood as he had been placed. Arms by his
side and legs spread apart he felt foolish. Occasionally the
girls looked over towards him as they conversed. His penis had
not subsided much. He looked down trying to clear his mind of
the girls and how they had touched and stroked him. His
problem he thought at the moment was what punishment the girls
had in store for him. He had already decided, although
subconsciously that he would accept their punishment. On
looking at the reception he would receive from the orphanage
the alternative, although unknown could certainly not be
worse. It had been known for boys to be sent to borstal. Who
could tell what kind of story the girl's mother would tell to
Matron. Would they have him beaten by the game keeper they had
mentioned.? It seemed likely after the girl's remarks earlier.
'Well one way or another it would be over soon', he thought.
The girls were walking back towards him, still in
conversation. They walked around separate ends of the table
and sat down in front of him.
'We have decided' said Diane simply. 'As you are already aware
this is a serious offence you have committed. Not only
trespass. It could have been that Veronica and I were swimming
in the lake before you arrived. That would have been a gross
invasion of our privacy. Lastly you were swimming naked. We
could have been most offended at the sight of you. Therefore
we have both agreed that you should be beaten, either by the
orphanage or by us. If I have cause to tell my Mother, I shall
ask her to request that you be soundly thrashed. If you decide
to take our punishment then Veronica or myself will beat you.'
Richard just stared at the girls. He couldn't believe his
ears. They were going to beat him. Two girls, little older
than himself.
'Well Richard what do you say'. It was Veronica that spoke
this time.
'I'm really sorry Miss, I just didn't mean any harm'. Richard
muttered, his bottom lip trembling.
'Step forward.' Diane said, as she parted her knees to make
room for the boy to stand closer. She leaned forward and
grasped the boys hips as he hesitantly moved towards her. Her
hands holding his hips prevented Richard's immediate reaction
to cover himself. 'Put your hands behind you and tell us what
you have decided'. She said looking up into his face.
Richard blushed once more. Acutely aware of his nakedness and
his closeness to the girl. He felt his penis begin to stiffen.
The soft, almost tender touch of her hands on his hips and the
fragrance of her perfume played havoc with his senses.
'I'm sorry Miss' Richard managed to stammer, the sound from
his lips was barely audible.
'Being sorry is not an answer Richard. We are both still
waiting for your decision.' Diane's hands were softly stroking
his hips as she spoke.
'I w'..will take your punishment Miss.' Richard just managed
to say the words in a hoarse whisper.
'So you have decided that we will be more lenient than matron
have you Richard.' Her gaze seemed to mock him as she spoke.
'What's this Richard' Diane looked down. 'Your penis is stiff
again, can't you control yourself.' She looked up at the boy's
face and then down again at the stiffening muscle. She held
his waist with one hand while she gently took hold of his
penis with the other. Her fingers gently encircled the shaft.
She slowly pushed the foreskin back and squeezed, causing the
boy to jerk his hips backwards. She tightened her grip and
looked up into his face. 'This sort of thing could get you
into a lot of trouble, what do you say Veronica?' Veronica
stood up and moved behind Richard's trembling body. She
stroked the tips of her fingers over his buttocks. Pulling one
cheek of his bottom apart from the other, she slid her slim
hand between his legs and cupped his testicles in her palm.
'I think', said Veronica 'That this young man is in a lot of
trouble already'. She gently squeezed his testicles as she
spoke. Diane felt Richard's body stiffen and tremble as
Veronica squeezed the boy's scrotum.
'What do you say to that Richard?' Diane asked as she took her
hand from his hip and scraped her fingernails over the tip of
his penis. She held the shaft firmly while she delicately
probed the opening with the nail of her forefinger. She could
feel the blood pumping through the shaft of the penis as she
held him firmly between her fingers. Richard was speechless.
His head was pounding, his vision blurred. The sensation of
the girl's hands on his body was too much for him. She gently
let his foreskin ride back up the shaft of his penis as he
began to tremble uncontrollably. Diane looked to Veronica and
motioned with her eyes to look at the boy's face. Richard was
breathing in gasps. His eyes were closed and his cheeks were
suffused in red.
'I think today has been a little too much for you Richard. We
will postpone the matter of your punishment until tomorrow.'
The boy was taking deep breaths now. His penis was as hard as
Diane imagined a penis could be. She removed her hands from
the boy at the same time as Veronica slipped her hand from
between his legs.
'Look at me Richard I am talking to you.' Diane said softly.
Richard opened his eyes and looked at Diane. It was like
looking through a mist. His head was pounding and his body
trembling.
'I said we are going to postpone your punishment until
tomorrow. Will you be here by ten o'clock.' Diane took hold of
the boy's hips to emphasise her words.
'Y'yes Miss.' Richard stammered.
'I presume that as you are on holiday there will be no
difficulty in getting here for that time.' Richard nodded his
head slowly. He felt dazed. The humiliation and embarrent
he felt was beyond any experience he had ever known.
'You may go and put on your clothes now, but I warn you, if
you are late tomorrow I shall not hesitate to have mother call
the orphanage. Is that clear?' Diane's voice was firm.
Richard nodded 'Yes Miss.' The boy did not move as Diane still
held his hips. She indicated he should turn with a slight
opposite pressure of her hands. She brushed her palm across
the tip of his penis as he turned.
'Off you go then Richard and don't be late tomorrow.' She
punctuated the last sentence with a smack on his bottom.
Richard stumbled forward towards his clothes. He picked up the
underpants he had been so keen to shed earlier and drew them
up over his hips. He picked up his trousers.and quickly donned
the rest of his clothes. He turned around and was surprised to
see the girls had remounted their horses. Diane urged her
horse forward gently. She leaned down as they approached the
boy and prodded the baggy trousers he was wearing with her
riding crop.
'What time will you be here?' she asked:
'Ten o'clock Miss.' Richard replied: She turned her horse and
stroked it's neck as she commanded it to 'walk on'. Veronica
gave Richard a wry smile. 'I bet you think it was bad luck
meeting us today.' She turned her horse and cantered off after
Diane.

Diane and Veronica were sat comfortably in large easy
chairs in the drawing room. Diane's mother sat opposite the
girls. Diane and Veronica had been friends since they both met
on the first day of term. They had been seven years old. Their
new boarding school had seemed gaunt and austere with it's
stone walls and buildings. They had comforted each other then.
Often sticking up for one and other during adversity. They
were in their final year now. Since their first meeting they
had spent every holiday together. Refusing to go abroad
without the other going too. They had spent the last few
holidays at the Manor house with Diane's mother. Diane's
father had died just over five years ago. The girls had
decided that Diane's mother should see as much as she could of
her daughter during the holidays. 'So that's the whole story'.
Diane said as she shifted her beautiful body to a more
comfortable position. It was not hard to see where Diane's
good looks came from. Her mother was strikingly beautiful her
hair was pinned up at the nape of her neck. Her breasts
pressed against the silk of her blouse above a slim waist. Her
legs were long and slender, tanned from tennis and walking.
'You think the boy will turn up do you two?' Diane's mother
addressed both girls.
'Yes we do', said Veronica, 'I'm sure we put the fear of god
into him and I think the thought of the orphanage finding out
will be too much for him. 'Diane's mother had not been shocked
at what the girls had told her. They had recounted every
detail, even the size of the boy's penis. She had laughed when
they had told her of the effect they had had on the boy. 'I
think it must have been the first time he had been touched
intimately'. she had said to the girls. 'I know a little about
the orphanage, from my duties as a magistrate. The boys sleep
in one dormitory. I imagine there is little chance for sexual
encounters with the girls or masturbation.' Diane's mother
turned to take a sip from the glass she held and thought for a
moment. Her beautiful features lit by the lamp beside her. The
girls watched her intently. They both loved her and kept no
secrets from her. Diane's mother was aware of her daughter's
fondness for inflicting pain. For as Diane had inherited her
looks she had also inherited the desire to inflict pain. It
was the most rewarding when she inflicted pain on boys or
youths. They had discussed this desire between the three of
them many times over the last year. Two years ago they had
employed a young girl of fifteen as a maid. She was a very
pretty young girl and a very willing worker. It had been one
evening during the Easter holidays that Veronica had gone to
the barn. Riding tackle and hay were kept there as well as the
straw bails. It had been twilight as she had entered the barn
to fetch hay. She had heard scuffling and low moans coming
from the straw bails. The main light switches were at the back
of the barn door and as she switched them on she heard gasps
from behind the straw bails. Veronica, frightened had run into
the house to fetch Diane and her mother. They ran back to barn
together to find the young maid and an even younger boy from
the village, pulling on their clothes. Diane's mother had been
furious: pulling the girl to her feet she sent her off into
the house. She took hold of the young boy, who could have
barely been fifteen and pushed him over the straw bail. 'this
will teach you', 'fetch me a riding crop: Veronica had hurried
to the tackle shelves and produced a long slim crop. The boy
had not struggled but had lain quietly where he was being
held. She hauled the boy up again ignoring his pleas. 'Get his
trousers down will you Diane.' Diane's mother held the youth
firmly as Diane undid the boy's belt and unbuttoned his
trousers. She slid them down to his ankles and looked up to
her mother. Diane's mother knew what was in the girl's mind by
her questioning look. 'and his pants too.' she had said as she
held the boy firmly. Diane did her mothers bidding and pulled
the boys underpants down below his knees. His penis, she
noticed was small and shrivelled lying in front of his
testicles. Diane's mother turned the boy over and asked the
girls to hold him down. Diane without knowing why, had reached
underneath his hips. Grasping his penis and both testicles in
her hand.
Diane had looked up at her mother, who had smiled at her and
nodded her head.
Lady Rawlings had brought the crop down smartly across the
boy's bottom, causing him to yell. He tried to wriggle up but
Diane kept a firm hold on his genitals. The pain in his
testicles had made the boy keep still. Diane remembered the
pleasure it gave her to have the boy wriggling helplessly
while he was being beaten. She also knew for the first time
that she liked the thought of having command over a boy.
Diane and Veronica had often talked about that night in the
barn and they smiled, as each knew what the other was
thinking.'
'Shall we take Wendy with us tomorrow mother. It might remind
her of what her boy got in the barn that night'. Diane asked:
'You can if you wish I don't need her. Since she has been
confined to the house she has been a different girl. Its not
as if she doesn't know what you two get up to when you are
home on holiday.' her mother replied:
'I bet she's not forgotten her thrashing either'. Veronica
said. After the boy had been sent home. Wendy had been
summoned to the drawing room. Veronica tried to recall it as
it had happened. Diane's mother had been sat on the centre
seat of the settee. The girl had been stood before her with
her eyes full of tears. 'You know I have to punish you don't
you girl. I should have you sent to approved school for what
you were doing. You are both under the age of consent and what
you did is a criminal offence.' Diane's mother had told the
girl. Wendy had begged and pleaded for leniency. 'Take off
your dress and get over my knee.' The girl had taken off the
dress. 'And the under-slip too'. She had slowly taken it off
and stood up in just her panties. Diane and Veronica had been
seated comfortably in the easy chairs facing each side of the
girl. They had enjoyed her distress immensely.
She had a good figure for a young girl and her small breasts
stood firmly above her flat tummy. The girl awkwardly placed
herself over the woman's knee's.
'I think a hair brush would be appropriate, don't you?' She
had looked at both girls as she spoke.' Veronica remembered,
she had run to her bedroom where she had a large wooden backed
brush she had brought from school.
Placing her hand over the girl's bottom Diane's mother had
taken the hairbrush from Veronica and had placed it on the
settee beside her. 'I think we'll have those panties off you,
would you help me please Veronica.' Diane had smiled at her
mother including her best friend in the proceedings. Veronica
had bent down and hooked her finger under the waist of the
girl's panties pulling them down gently. The girl had shivered
as they slid slowly down her legs. 'Right I think we can
proceed.' she said. The girls watched intently as the young
maid was beaten. Her bottom glowing bright red after the first
few stokes. The girl had screamed for mercy after the first
ten stokes but the beating continued until the girls had
counted forty strokes.
Wendy had been sent to bed after her beating and had remained
there for the next day in terrible discomfort.
Diane's mother stood up and reached for a small bell push set
into the oak panelled hearth. A few moments passed before the
maid entered the room. 'We've just being discussing your smack
bottom,' said Diane. 'We would like to see if that little
bottom of yours has healed yet. Forty strokes with a hairbrush
should have left some trace.' The girl blushed her long
eyelashes closing over blushing cheeks as she looked down in
her embarrent. 'Will you show us please.' The girl blushed
again, a soft rosy glow spreading upwards over her pretty
face. She turned her back towards the two girls putting her
hands under her short dress. 'No not like that.' said Diane
firmly.
'Take your dress off so we can all have a good look at you.
'The maid turned towards Diane. She looked shocked and
embarrassed. Slowly she undid the buttons of her black dress.
She pulled her arms through the long sleeves and placed the
dress on the arm of the settee next to where Diane's mother
was seated. Underneath she wore a black slip. The girl pulled
the thin straps over her shoulders and wriggled daintily as it
fell to the floor. She was wearing only pair of brief black
panties. Her breasts were quite large. Her slim waist
accenting their size, they thrust outward firmly as she
stooped to retrieve her under-slip. Once again the girl turned
her bottom towards Diane, pulling the waist of her panties
down at the back to reveal her well rounded buttocks. Diane
leaned forward and took hold of the girl's hips turning her
round. 'I've told you once already not like that.' Diane
brushed the maids hands away from the panties and hooked her
own fingers into the waistband, pulling the panties gently
down the girls shapely thighs to her knee's. 'Now take them
off.' She told her and lets have no more nonsense. Bending
with her knee's pressed together the young maid pushed the
lacy garment over her shoes.
'That's right put them over there and leave your shoes with
them.' Wendy stepped out of her high heels and walked back to
Diane, covering her small patch of dark pubic hair with her
hand. Diane stood up as the girl approached. Taking her by the
shoulders she made her turn toward the fireplace. 'Shall we
have a little more light?' said Veronica as she turned on the
light of the standard lamp next to her chair. 'That's better'.
said Diane. 'She has filled out nicely, what lovely breasts.'
She let her right hand fall from the blushing girl's shoulder,
placing it firmly on her breast. Diane began to caress the
breast, drawing her fingernails lightly over the nipple. Round
and round her fingertips teased until the nipple stood out
proudly. 'Please Miss.' The girl muttered her eyes closed with
shame. 'Please don't.' She hunched her back, her shoulders
strained forward. 'Stand straight and put your head up'
snapped Diane as the girl tried to evade the teasing fingers
pinching and squeezing her soft nipple. She slapped the girl's
buttocks smartly with her left hand. With a gasp Wendy raised
her head and pushed her shoulders further back.
'That's better, you can always have another smack bottom you
know.' Diane said brightly. 'Now just do as I tell you, when I
tell you, there's a good girl. Wendy was one blush of red, her
bottom lip was trembling as Diane scolded her. 'Now we will
have a look at that bottom of yours.' Diane quickly turned the
girl around and bent her forward. Taking hold of the maids
waist, Diane leaned over passing her arm around the girl and
bringing her hand up underneath so that the palm pressed
against the maids soft tummy.
She stroked her right hand gently over the soft buttocks.
'Look 'ronica, there are quite a few marks.'. Veronica leaned
forward from her chair and gently stroked the buttock cheeks
presented to her. Diane moved her left hand further down
underneath the girl's tummy. Her finger moving over the slim
patch of pubic hair. 'Open your legs girl'. Veronica slapped
hard across both cheeks of her bottom. Wendy had began to
tremble as she shuffled her feet apart. 'Come on you can do
better than that'. Veronica said insistently as she pushed the
girl's legs further apart. She could see the fingertips of
Diane's hand as she moved them over the girl's pubic mound.
Diane felt the lips of her vulva begin to open as she teased
gently with her fingers. She rubbed backwards and forwards
with the length of her finger between the lips her nails
teasing the clitoris into prominence. Forward and back,
forward and back her fingers moved inexorably, stimulating the
trembling female beneath her. She felt the first slight
movements of the girl's hips as she daintily caressed her
captive's most private part.
"Ooooh Miss, plee..ease .. Miss." Wendy gasped as she felt a
finger slip inside her. The girl began to move her hips in
response to the rhythm of Diane's gentle probing. Her breath
came faster and her body shivered. Her mouth opened, gasping
for air as Diane moved her hand more firmly inside her.
Feeling the moist lips lubricating her finger, Diane increased
her rhythm, slowly and insistently she probed deeper and
deeper into the very core of the girl. The hips that were
moving from side to side began to move backwards and forwards.
Reluctantly the girl moved her innocent young body, pushing
her quivering hips forward to meet Diane's probing fingers.
Her naive movements sending thrill after thrill through her
body. Veronica observed the reluctant motions of the girl in
front of her and moved to a kneeling position between the
girl's widely spread legs. She reached down and stroked her
gently, her fingers bestowing feathery caresses upon the
girl's inner thighs. Wendy was in turmoil her senses reeling
with the onslaught of passion her mind assailed by a rising
tide of sensuality.' Oooh..Miss....Please...d'doont....
Miss.....Pleeease......ss'. The lower half of her body seemed
as if it were on fire, her legs trembled and quivered, her
knee's turned as if to jelly. Diane looked down on the
helpless girl, watching her tremble with rapture, her knee's
spread wide sinking to the soft carpet below. Calmly Diane
moved with her keeping contact and increasing the pressure of
her wrist upon the writhing girl's clitoris as she inserted
another finger inside her. 'Ooooh....Missss.
Pleeeeease....pleeease...'The girls words coming in gasps
between in-drawn breath. Diane was delighted as she felt and
saw the tell- tale signs at the impend of the girls climax.
She looked over to Veronica who was caressing the girls thighs
with persistent stokes, moving her hands smoothly upward over
the back of the thighs into the deep crease of the girls
bottom. Veronica took her cue from Diane and splayed the girls
buttocks widely apart, her fingers teasing the sphincter,
probing and prising an opening as the girls hips worked
themselves to and fro. She inserted the tip of her finger into
the anus and at the moment of climax impudently pushed her
finger straight up into the girl's wriggling bottom.
'Oooooh...Ooooh....pleeeease...' Wendy was beside herself
with sexual pleasure. 'Oooooooooh.....Misssssssss. The girl
moaned, her hips thrashing as both girls cleverly manipulated
her climax.
With tenacity they coaxed the last vestige of pleasure
from their victim watching her every movement until she
collapsed prostrate on to the carpet heaving and gasping for
breath.
'Arrrh...Oooooh.ooo..ooh.........ooooh'. The girls moans
subsiding as her orgasm diminished. Even then Diane's fingers
did not lose contact with her as she cupped the fleshy mound
and squeezed gently.
Diane laid her head on the girls back. 'There now, there now'
she murmured, gently stoking the softness of the maids
buttocks with her right hand, the other still cupped between
the thighs. Veronica stroked her quivering legs until they lay
still. 'There that wasn't so bad was it.' Diane murmured as
the girl drew air in long deep breaths.

Lady Rawlings looked down at the tableau of girls before
her. Her maid lay naked on the floor her legs spread wide.
Between them sat Veronica her hand laid on the back of the
girls knee. Diane was sat to the side gently stroking the
shoulders of the exhausted innocent.
'Help her on to the settee beside me. ' Lady Rawlings said
softly to her daughter. The girls got up slowly, helping Wendy
to the couch.
'Lay her head on my lap, that's the way.' Diane's mother said
as they helped the naked girl to lay face upward on the soft
cushions. Her head rested on Lady Rawlings knee. Diane's
mother gently stroked her hand over the girls glistening
shoulder and down on to her beautiful breast, stroking softly.
The girl seemed to have regained some of her senses and
looked up into the face of her Mistress as she felt the hand
gently touch her sensitive nipple. Diane knelt at the side of
the settee looking down into girls face.
'Tell me,' she said quietly 'Did you enjoy that?'. The girl
looked into Diane's eyes. 'Oh yes Miss.' she whispered. Her
body shivered.
'Did it make you tingle all over, tell me.' Diane lent close
to the girl as she spoke, Her voice whispered softly. 'Did it
make you come?' The girl blushed as she looked up at Diane.
'Oh yes Miss, yes Miss.' the girl whispered. 'Do you feel nice
now?' Diane reached for the girl's other breast and squeezed
it gently as she spoke. The girl dropped her eyes as she felt
the caress. 'Answer me.' Diane moved her face closer to her.
The girl looked at the lips inches from hers, raising her head
she kissed Diane in adoration. 'Oh thank-you Miss ...thank
you'.
'You can pop your clothes back on now Wendy then fetch us all
a drink'. Diane said kindly as she stoked the girl's cheek,
'You know we are really very fond of you'. 'I know Miss. I
just get embarrassed.' The girl said softly looking into
Diane's eyes. Wendy dressed quickly and left to fetch the
drinks.

'Well,' said Lady Rawlings, 'what a day you're all going to
have tomorrow The girls looked up at Diane's mother as she
spoke, smiling gently at her daughter and her friend. 'I feel
sorry for this orphan boy of yours. Not because you are going
to punish him tomorrow but because of his circumstances.
Perhaps if he is as beautiful as you say we could do something
for him.' 'What do you mean?' asked Veronica as she shifted
lazily in her seat. Her robe fell open below the belt exposing
her long shapely brown legs right up to the vee of dark pubic
hair.
'Well', said Lady Rawlings 'I know a woman that runs a
school, mostly girls I think, but she has a wonderful way of
moulding her pupils. They turn out quite bright but completely
manageable, if you know what I mean.' 'You mean they are
submissive?' asked Veronica.
'Yes, I think you would say they are very submissive.' Lady
Rawlings smiled. 'I think punishment plays a big part in her
disciplines. Look at the way Wendy has reformed since her
smack bottom. She does exactly as she is told and yet is
cheerful and very caring.

The day dawned bright and clear. The girls were in high
spirits as they sat on the cane chairs of the veranda
adjoining the dining room. Diane was helping herself to more
coffee from the silver tray, which the maid had placed on the
cane table in front of them. Diane was wearing a white silk
shirt. The material was almost transparent, even the doubled
material of the pockets did little to conceal the dark aureole
and nipple of each breast. She had unbuttoned the shirt down
to the middle of her cleavage and as she leaned forward, her
breasts were completely exposed. Her dark blue skirt was made
with a buttoned slit, which ran from the waist down to the
knee length hem. Diane had unbuttoned these so that the smooth
Sea Island cotton material fell either side of her tanned
thighs.
'I think we chose the right outfits, don't you?' Diane turned
to her friend and smiled. 'I don't suppose there is a
chastisement outfit.' Veronica laughed. 'Have you decided what
to beat him with yet?' Veronica leaned back as she spoke and
unbuttoned her thin cotton shirt to the waist exposing her
large rounded breasts to the sun's morning rays.
'That looks pretty.' Diane said, observing Veronica's brown
nipples, which stood out quite splendidly from the tips of her
firm breasts.
Veronica shifted in her chair placing her feet on the cane
table. She was wearing a wide skirt that came to just above
the knee. She pulled the skirt up until the hem lay across her
hips, exposing her long brown legs. She smoothed her hands
over her thighs lazily. 'I'm looking forward to today, he has
such a lovely body for a boy.' Veronica spoke softly, turning
her face to the sun. 'He is graceful and not too muscular,
perfectly proportioned really.'
Diane nodded to her friend in agreement. 'I think he is most
unusual and special, let's hope mother can do something for
him.'
'Look,' said Veronica.' My nipples have gone stiff.' Diane
laughed, reaching over and tweaked the tip of Veronica's right
breast with her fingernail, before cupping the firm flesh with
her hand. Leaning forward in her chair she brought her mouth
over the nipple and nibbled gently with her even white teeth.
'Oooh don't start that now or we'll never get through the
day.' Veronica laughed.
It was an hour later. The girls were sat side by side in the
Range Rover belonging to Lady Rawlings. Diane was driving
competently down the long drive, which lead from the Manor
into the estate. 'Are you comfortable Wendy.' Diane addressed
the maid seated behind them.
'Yes Miss, thank you Miss.' Diane glanced round at the maid
who smiled back at her. 'You have turned out a nice girl.'
Diane said. 'Such a pretty face and body too, you really are a
lucky girl.' 'Thank-you Miss.' replied the maid once more.
They were now heading up the long hack that led to the lake.
Diane drove slowly over the rougher ground. 'Don't the woods
look pretty at this time of year.' Veronica said, shifting
lazily in her seat. Diane concentrated on her driving, her
wide skirt laid over her thighs, displaying a pair of pretty
knee's.
'I think we brought everything we need, for our task.' Diane
said to Veronica. 'If not we will just have to improvise.'
'You will do as we ask today won't you Wendy.' Diane turned to
girl behind her. 'I want complete co-operation from you, is
that understood?'
'Yes Miss.' the maid replied firmly, 'I won't let you down.'
'I do think that girls got a crush on you Diane'. Veronica
said. She turned in her seat to look at the maid who blushed
prettily, and dropped her long eyelashes over her cheeks.
'Here we are.' Diane brought the Range Rover to a halt a few
yards from the picnic table.
'Are you sure we wont be disturbed.' asked Veronica as she
opened the door of the vehicle.
'No I made sure. The keeper is in 'Far Acre' and will be
working there for the next three weeks, so there's no-one to
interrupt us.'
'Good' said Veronica jumping from her seat. Her skirt caught
up momentarily, revealing her brief white panties as she slid
her feet to the ground.
The girls unloaded the jeep: Two picnic hampers and three
large car rugs were placed on the grass beside the picnic
table.
'You still haven't told me what we're going to use on the boy,
said Veronica as she sorted through one of the hampers. The
maid approached holding a long slim package. 'Madam asked me
to give you this.' she said as she held out the paper parcel.
Veronica quickly tore off the paper and held the long slim
cane between her fingers.
'What was Madam doing with this might I ask' Veronica looked
at the maid.
'It was meant for me Miss.' the girl replied quietly.
'Has she used it yet?' enquired Diane.
'No Miss, the girl blushed. 'She said it was for the next
time.'
'Then what I said earlier is true, you are a very lucky girl.'
'Yes Miss.' The girl said quietly.
'There must be enough stuff in here to stock a chemist's
shop.' Veronica said as she knelt over the hamper and sorted
the contents.
'Well we have to look after him, I wouldn't want him to be
poorly with any infection.' Diane said as she reached for the
cane lying on the picnic table. 'How do you fancy being beaten
with this?' she asked Wendy as she slipped the slim bamboo
slowly through her fingers.
'Oh I wouldn't Miss, it looks awfully hard.'
'Well one stroke wouldn't hurt you, and it would be nice to
try it.' Diane said cheerfully.
'Oh no Miss, Please Miss, you wouldn't.' The girl looked
pleadingly at Diane.
'But you have already promised to do as you are told, haven't
you?' Diane looked inquiringly at the maid. The girl looked at
Diane, her bottom lip trembled.
'Please Miss.. not with that, I couldn't stand it'.
'Of course you could, now lets have no nonsense from you.'
Diane spoke sharply to the girl. The maids face fell, her lips
trembled at the sharp rebuke and the thought of the long cane.
'Just bend over the picnic table there's a good girl, one
stroke never hurt anyone.' Wendy trembled, but dutifully
walked to the picnic table and leaned her hips against it,
bending forward slightly. Her face turned to look at Diane.
Veronica stood up and went behind the girl raising her loose
skirt up over her bottom. 'Bend forward, there's a good girl
she whispered.' Wendy bent over timidly, resting her head on
her hands as they touched the table top.
Veronica promptly pushed the full skirt up over the girls
waist, tucking some of the material into her waistband. Her
pretty bottom displayed a small pair of lace panties. Veronica
knelt behind her as Diane watched. Taking hold of the flimsy
lace she slowly pulled the panties, making the girl open her
legs as she eased them down.
'Just lift your foot', Veronica said gently as she pulled the
panties over the girls dainty sandals.
'Open her legs a little more.' Diane instructed her friend.
Veronica pulled the girls legs apart and pushed her ankles
further in toward the table. Standing up she placed her hand
on the small of the girl's back pressing her slim waist down
on to the tabletop. Wendy shivered, her body rudely exposed.
'Please d...don't hurt me Miss". She stammered. Her little
bottom moved from side to side in agitation.
'Keep still, there's a good girl.' Veronica said gently
stroking her hand over the girl's naked buttocks.
Diane nodded her head to Veronica. Her friend placed her arm
over the girls waist and pressed down firmly.
'Just keep still, or I will give you two.' Diane spoke firmly.
Veronica slid her other hand over the girls bottom her
fingers trailing through the crease between her buttocks and
finding the sensitive lips of sex. Slowly she teased them with
light caresses running her nails through the fine hairs of her
pubes. The girl moved her bottom, the cheeks quivering as
Veronica's fingers slid between the pubescent lips of her
vagina. Veronica pressed two of her fingers together,
stealthily she pushed them up inside the girl, the vagina
already moist, allowing her fingers to slide in easily.
Veronica cleverly manipulated her fingers feeling the girl's
bottom lift and push back toward her hand. Diane watched as
her friend's fingers slipped backwards and forwards between
the pretty cheeks of the maid's bottom. The girl moved her
hips backwards, her vagina seeking the fingers that gave so
much pleasure. Her breath was coming in audible gasps as the
probing fingers played inside her. She raised her buttocks,
her back arching as Veronica steadily increased the tempo of
her fingers. Oooh....mmmm..ah moaned the girl as she bent
across the table before her tormentors. Veronica looked up at
her friend and nodded. Diane stood back from the girl and
raised the cane high above her right shoulder. Veronica
increased the rhythm of her fingers inside the girl's wet
passage slowly pulling her hand backwards. The helpless girl
raised her pert bottom seeking the fingers that gave so much
pleasure. 'Now.' said Diane. Veronica quickly pulled her hand
away, increasing the pressure of her arm over the girl's back.
Diane swung her arm downwards, the cane whistled through the
air in a perfect arc, striking the young girl across the
centre of her bottom. The tip of the cane curled around the
quivering cheeks of the girls thrusting buttocks, biting into
the virgin flesh. 'Aaaarrh...aaaarh.' The maid's body
stiffened as if electrocuted. Her legs kicked wildly as she
screamed. 'Aaaarhh....aaaarh..ooh.' Her head tossed from side
to side, her body shaking uncontrollably.
'Oooooh....oooh..Miss...' Wendy was in turmoil, her thighs
rubbing together trying to rid herself of the pain. Veronica
thrust her hand between the injured cheeks her fingers rudely
searching for the girl's moist vagina. Deftly she sunk her
fingers into the girl, swiftly bringing them into play. Her
fingers roamed wildly around the inside of the quivering
flesh. Diane dropped the cane and splayed her hands over the
girls thrashing bottom. Her fingers quickly located the neat
sphincter between the quivering buttocks. Deftly she pushed
her finger up into the hole. Wendy writhed beneath them, her
body on fire. A myriad of emotions went through her innocent
body as the girls brought her to a shattering climax. Her
screams filled the air as wave after wave of sensation passed
through her. 'Mmmmmmmmhhhh..aaarhh..arrrh' The girl was
moaning beneath them as they gently slowed the tempo of their
busy fingers.
'Mmmmmmhh...mmmm.' she sobbed, her body was suffused in a rosy
glow. 'There..there.' Diane whispered softly to her. 'There's
a good girl, hush, it's all over now.'
Wendy sighed and moaned but her body became still. 'There
you're all right now, just lay quietly.' Diane reached
underneath the girls waist her nimble fingers began undoing
the buttons of the maids skirt.
Once open she tugged at the material, pulling it from under
the maid's stomach. Gently she raised the skirt over her
bottom, taking care the material did not touch the bright red
weal crossing the buttocks. Veronica put her hand underneath
the girl's tummy to support her while Diane laid her skirt
beside the hampers.
Taking a bottle from the open hamper, she poured lotion on to
her hand. She applied the liquid delicately to the girl's
bottom, softly rubbing it in to the marked cheeks.
'Oooh Thank you Miss.' The girl murmured as she felt the cool
lotion being rubbed over her wounded bottom.
Diane spent several minutes gently applying more of the
liquid. She re-capped the bottle and placed her hand gently
between the girl's thighs. Cupping the pubic mound she
squeezed softly.
'There now how do you feel?' Veronica asked as she carefully
lifted Wendy from the table.
'It really hurt Miss, I didn't think I could stand it..it was
awful.' The girl whimpered as Veronica helped her toward the
blankets.
Diane watched as the maid approached, 'You look quite
beautiful you know.' she said to the maid looking at the
small patch of hair that ran down between the girls legs.
'Turn around so we can see your stripe'.
The maid turned without hesitation, showing her bottom to
Diane.
'Shall I bend over Miss.'
Diane smiled. Obedience at last. She thought.
'Yes please Wendy.' Diane replied.
The girl bent down touching her toes easily, although she
grimaced as the flesh of her bottom tightened. Diane could not
resist reaching between the proffered thighs and delicately
tickling her pubes. Wendy trembled but did not move from her
bent position until Diane patted her thigh and told her to
come and sit down.
'I don't know whether I can sit Miss.'
'Just lay on your tummy, then we can see that delicious bottom
of yours' Diane replied.
'All that excitement has made me thirsty.' Veronica said
brightly. 'Who would like coffee?'. 'I'll pour it Miss, I'm
all right now.'

Richard awoke with a start. He had had a terrible night.
unsure every minute of the evening whether he would be called
to Matron's office. Whether the girls had decided to report
his crime. He had slept fitfully, waking constantly only to
fall back into an uneasy sleep.
He looked at the large round wooden clock hanging high on
the wall at the end of the dormitory. It said six o'clock.
Richard jumped out of bed and hurried to the bathrooms. He
filled the large cast iron bath with tepid water, the only
kind they supplied at the orphanage. He shed his night-shirt
with which they supplied to both boys and girls and sank into
the tepid water. He scrubbed himself thoroughly, rubbing his
skin red with the harsh bristles of the wooden brush.
He had asked Matron for clean underwear and socks, which she
had provided without asking why. Normally clean clothing was
supplied at the whim of the domestics who worked in the
institution.
After soaking in the bath for as long as the rapidly cooling
water would let him, he got dressed.
He was the eldest boy in the dormitory and as such was not
asked questions about where he was going. The rules were
strict and it was only the most foolish boy or girl that broke
them. He often went for walks early in the morning even during
term time. He was quite sure no one would question why he was
dressed so early during the school holidays.
Richard had a strange feeling in his stomach. His nerves
were on edge with a mixture of apprehension and dread at
thought of what the day would bring.
He sat with the earliest sitting of boys and girls for
their meagre breakfast, however this was one day that Richard
could not bring himself to eat his food. Richard did not
possess a watch so watched the clock at the far end of the
room. As soon as the hands read ten minutes to nine, he set
off for the long walk up to the lake.

The sun was already hot he as crossed the fields toward
the woods. He trudged on steadily, becoming more nervous as
his legs carried him nearer to the estate. He was well inside
the woods when he saw the faded notice that read, Private
Land, Trespassers will be prosecuted. The fence that provided
the boundary for the estate that lay ahead. Slowly he climbed
over the round wooden posts that ran between strong stakes
that were firmly implanted in the ground.

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