The Secret Life of a Victorian Governess

Then I thought, How delicious it would be to treat Miss Rozy in the same way and to revel with my stiff-standing prick in her delicious quit, which in my mind's eye I saw before me as I had viewed it on her rising from the bidet when I lay hid under the bed. Then I thought of my sister Suzy's smaller, although attractive, little quit, and I resolved, as that was the easiest to get hold of, to initiate her in all the newly discovered mysteries. I fully determined that my own first lesson, as well as hers, should be taken on her little fat, chubby cunt. Then the recollection of its pouting and throbbing lips under the fearful flagellation she had undergone began to excite me and made my cock stand stiff and throb again. All the weeks of excitement I had now constantly been under had produced a wonderful effect on my pego, which had become considerably more developed when in a state of erection. As you may suppose, with such distracting thoughts, I did not get on with my lessons. Miss Rozy, for some reason or other, was out of humor that morning and more than once spoke crossly to me for my evident inattention. At length, she called me to her, and finding that I had scarcely done anything, she said,"Now, Alexander, I give you ten minutes longer to finish that sum; if not done in that time, I shall whip you; you are exhibiting the mere spirit of idleness. I do not know what has come over you, but if you persist, you shall certainly be punished."The idea of the beautiful Miss Rozy whipping my bare bottom did not tend to calm my excitement; on the contrary, it turned my lewd thoughts upon the beauties of her person, which I had so often furtively gazed upon.It was close to four o'clock, at which hour we always broke up for a run in the garden for an hour, and during this period I had resolved to begin instructing Suzy in the secret mysteries I had so lately been a witness to. But fate had ordered it otherwise, and I was to receive my first practical lesson and be initiated in the person of a riper and more beautiful woman, but of this hereafter. At four o'clock, I had done nothing with my task; Miss Rozy looked grave."Suzy and Shine, you may go out; Alexander will remain here."My sisters, simply imagining that I was kept to finish my lessons, ran into the garden. Miss Rozy turned the key in the door, opened a cup board, and withdrew a birch rod neatly tied up with blue ribbons. Now my blood coursed through my veins, and my fingers trembled so much that I could hardly hold my pencil."Put down your slate, Alexander, and come to me."I obeyed and stood before my beautiful governess with a strange mixture of fear and desire."Unfasten your braces and pull down your trousers."I began doing this, though, very slowly. Angry at my delay, her delicate fingers speedily accomplished the work. My trousers fell to my feet."Place yourself across my knees."Trembling with the same mixture of feelings, I obeyed. Her silk dress was drawn up to prevent it from being creased—my naked flesh was pressed against her snowy white gown. A delicate perfume of violet and vervain assailed my nerves. As I felt her soft and delicate fingers drawing up my shirt and passing over my bare posteriors while the warmth of her pulpy form beneath me penetrated my flesh, nature exerted her power, and my prick began to swell out to a most painful extent. I had but little time, however, to notice this before a rapid succession of the most cruel cuts lacerated my bottom."Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Miss Rozy. I will pay the sum if you will only forgive me. Oh, oh, oh, I C."Holding me firmly with her left arm, Miss Rozy used the rod most unmercifully. At first, the pain was excruciating, and I roared out as loud as I could, but gradually the pain ceased to be so acute and was replaced by the most delicious tickling sensation. My struggles at first had been so violent as to greatly disorder Miss Rozy's gown and to raise them up to expose to my delighted eyes her beautifully formed silk-clad legs up to the knees and even an inch or two of naked thigh above.This, together with the intense tickling irritation communicated to my bottom as well as the friction of my cock against the person of Miss Rozy in my struggles, rendered me almost delirious, and I tossed and pushed myself about on her knees in a state of perfect frenzy as the blows continued to be showered down upon my poor bottom. At last, the rod was worn to a stump, and I was pushed off her knees. As I rose before her, with my cheeks streaming with tears, my shirt was jutting out considerably in an unmistakable and most prominent manner, and my prick was at the same time throbbing beneath it with convulsive jerks, which I could by no means restrain.Miss Rozy glared at the projection in marked astonishment, and her open eyes were fixed upon it as I stood rubbing my bottom and crying without attempting to move or button up my trousers. She continued for a minute or two to stare at the object of attraction, flushing scarlet up to the forehead, and then she suddenly seemed to recollect herself, drew a heavy breath, and rapidly left the room. She did not return until after my sisters came back from the garden, seemed still confused, and avoided fixing her eye upon me.