I remained chatting with her quietly till our tete-a-tete was interrupted by the entrance of some visitors whom I did not know; then I shook hands with her, and took my departure; without having seen Miss Martin.
A few days passed, but I did not pay a visit to Kensington. If I had gone, I should not have got a poke. I knew that Frances would not let me touch her; and I also knew that Miss Martin would not allow me to “have” her if Frances was in the house. The buxom governess had not the least idea that her intrigue with me was known.
However, I daily expected to hear from her that the “coast was clear.” At last the note arrived; telling me that she would be at home alone, all the afternoon; and that she hoped to see me. As soon as I had lunched, I started off, intending to spend a few hours with her, as I had taken quite a fancy to her opulent charms. At half-past two o’clock, I reached the house, and was shown into the drawing-room, where I found her waiting to receive me. She was looking very nice, and I at once gave her a hearty kiss, which she returned warmly; her eyes sparkling, and a pretty pink colour rising to her plump cheeks.
I took her on my knees, and putting my hand under her petticoats, I unfastened her drawers, and played with her in the usual way till my cock was in a full state of erection. Then I lifted her up, and was just going to lay her on the sofa for a poke; when she said, smiling: “Wait a little. I have something to do first. It won’t take me long. I will soon be back, and then we will have a long afternoon together, with nothing to disturb us.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“I am going to whip Dora,” she replied in a matter-of-fact way, going to the cabinet and taking out the rod. Then she walked towards the door, saying: “I shan’t be more than ten minutes.”
“Stop a moment,” I said. “Why, I thought Mrs. Mark-ham herself always punished Dora?”
“So she does. But to-day she was in a hurry to go out, so she asked me to whip the girl. I have never hitherto whipped her.”
“What has she been doing?” I asked; taking the rod from Miss Martin, and examining the little article as if I had never seen it before.
“She has been saucy and insubordinate to her stepmother. The girl has been very troublesome lately; as she has been allowed to have her own way a great deal too much since Mrs. Markham has been engaged. However, she shall smart to-day. Her stepmother has told me to whip her soundly. And I intend to do so.”
“What a tiny little rod this is!” I observed, holding it up. “I should not think it could hurt much.”
“Oh yes, it can,” said Miss Martin emphatically. No doubt she remembered how much it had made her own bottom smart.
I laughed, as I thought of the day when I had seen her naked under the rod. Then I said: “I should very much like to see how a governess whips a refractory girl. Could you not let me see you punishing her? I could hide behind the curtains in the alcove, and she would never know that I was there. Come now, Kate,”-her name was Catherine-I added, kissing her: “do let me see you at work. It will give me great pleasure; and I assure you that no one shall ever hear anything about the affair.” She laughed; and after a little hesitation, said: “Very well, dear. If it will really give you pleasure; I shall be delighted to let you see me whip the girl.” I gave her another warm kiss by way of thanks.
Then she went on: “When Mrs. Markham punishes Dora, she merely whips her. But I will humble her as well as whip her. You shall see how a strict governess punishes a rude, saucy girl.”
So saying, she placed three chairs close together in a row. Then, turning to me, she said: “Now hide yourself, and I will go for the girl.”
She then left the room; and I put the rod on the table, and went into the alcove behind the curtains, which were closely drawn.
In a short time, the governess returned with the culprit, who was looking pale and frightened, though not actually crying. Dora was over fourteen years old: she had grown rather tall, and her budding bosom was just beginning to show its rounded contours; but she was still wearing rather short petticoats. She was prettier than ever, and her long auburn hair now reached below her waist. As I gazed at her, I thought what a lovely woman she would be in a few years’ time.
The governess seated herself on a chair, and addressed the delinquent, in a stern voice: “Now, Dora, you know that your mother has requested me to whip you soundly. And I warn you that if you are not perfectly submissive, I will double your punishment. Take off your frocks, stays, and drawers; fold them up tidily, and put them on the sofa.”
The tears welled up in the girl’s eyes, and began to trickle down her cheeks; and she hesitated a moment; then she took off her smart little satin corset Then, putting her hands under her petticoats, she slowly unfastened her drawers, let them slip down her legs to the floor, and stepped clear of the dainty, lace-trimmed garment. Then, with trembling fingers, she folded up the articles, placed them on the sofa, and stood, with downcast, tearful eyes, waiting for further orders.
“Now, get the rod; hand It to me, with a curtsey; say that you have misbehaved; and ask me if I will be pleased to give you a good whipping.”
Dora’s pale face flushed, when she heard the humiliating order, and the tears ran quicker down her cheeks; but she did not move.
“Obey me at once. Every time I have to repeat an order, I will add to your punishment,” said the governess, stamping her foot.
The girl was cowed. She got the rod, and handed it to the governess, with a curtsey, saying in a low trembling voice: “I have been naughty. Please give me a good whipping.”
“I will,” said the governess. “Lie down at full length upon the chairs, and bare your bottom to receive the punishment.”
Dora gave a choking sob, but at once walked to the chairs, and placed herself in position; then she pulled up all her drapery, exposing her lovely little naked figure from the waist downwards. It was six months since I had last seen the girl turned up. Her delicious bottom was as dazzlingly white as ever; but it had become more developed; it was broader and deeper, and the cheeks were plumper; her thighs had increased in size, and so had the calves of her well-made legs. Her small feet were cased in patent leather shoes, and she was wearing long black silk stockings, which showed off the whiteness of her skin to perfection. Altogether, the half-naked girl was a charming spectacle.
My cock sprung up, my eyes grew moist, and my mouth watered, as I gazed at the pretty bottom; and I heartily wished that I had been going to birch it.
Miss Martin now rose from her seat, and rod in hand, walked over to the culprit, and looked down at the “field of operations” for a moment.
Then she said: “Pull your petticoats up higher, and tuck them under your, body.”
The girl drew up all her garments as high as she could, and pushed them underneath her belly; then, covering her face with both hands, she awaited the stroke. But her suspense was prolonged.
The governess laid down the rod, and took out of her pocket some straps, with which she coolly began to fasten Dora’s wrists and ankles to the bars of the chairs; and as the girl had never before been tied up for a whipping, she became dreadfully frightened, and began to whimper.
When she was securely fastened, Miss Martin gave her a long lecture on her bad behaviour; winding up by saying: “I am going first of all to spank you; then I will birch you.”
Dora shuddered, uttering a low groan, and her smooth bottom became quite “goose-skinned” with fear.
The governess sat down upon a chair; so that she was just at the right level to administer the punishment, without having to stoop.
She began the spanking: laying the slaps only on the right cheek of the girl’s bottom, taking care not to touch the other cheek. The smacks sounded loudly as they fell in slow succession on the plump, firm flesh; and at each smack the marks of the governess’s fingers were printed in red on the delicate, white skin. Dora bore two or three slaps pretty quietly, then she burst into a loud fit of crying, and winced at each smack.