By Adam Hall
hall2226@hotmail.com
Copyright 2021 by Adam Hall all rights reserved
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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions
of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young
teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in
this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful
and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read
or view such material, please leave now. * * * * *
A Governess Knows Best
Difficult teenage son?
Mature, strict English Governess offers
disciplinary therapy for wayward young gentlemen.
Behaviour modification achieved through the
employment of traditional corrective techniques.
Please contact Mrs Ruth Tarrant. Box 9034
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Barely a year after Robert Sharpe’s mother died in a car accident his
father married an extremely rich widow. Tragically, three months later
his father died himself of a heart attack. Fourteen year old Robert
went to live with his new stepmother in her large Victorian home
outside London. Although he had all the comforts he could possibly wish
for, the house was isolated and he was lonely. His stepmother spent a
lot of time travelling and he was often left behind.
In the spring of the following year Robert’s stepmother went away for
an extended Easter break. The staff also left for a holiday. Robert was
not entirely alone, however, because his stepmother had answered an
advertisement in one of her magazines and engaged a Governess, Mrs.
Ruth Tarrant, a mature and experienced professional who, his stepmother
said, would take good care of him. Mrs Tarrant would be bringing her
own domestic servant, a lady called Mrs Stokes, who would cook and
clean the house. Mrs. Tarrant would see to all Robert’s other needs in
person…..
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Three days later……
Robert knew he was in trouble when Mrs. Tarrant entered his bedroom.
Earlier that morning she had caught him masturbating for the fourth
time. She had warned Robert the previous day that such behaviour would
be dealt with most severely. For this latest naughtiness she had sent
him to his room and instructed him to take all his clothes off and
await his punishment.
This was the first time Robert
would see his Governess in what she called her “Discipline Costume”.
Ruth Tarrant always dressed to emphasise her authority. She was also a
strong believer in punishing her young gentlemen sans clothing. A
naked, embarrassed and humiliated young man, she had found, was so much
easier to control and educate.
Although in her early
fifties, Ruth Tarrant had retained her looks and figure. Robert had
never seen a woman look both so forbidding and so glamorous. He was
awestruck by her stern beauty. Mrs. Tarrant’s collar length grey hair
was immaculately styled and she wore as usual her heavy make-up. Thick
black mascara, eye liner and deep red shiny lipstick accentuated his
Governess’s sharp, almost slavic features.
Ruth’s
“Discipline Costume” was a fetish ensemble in black latex. Black latex
brassiere, panties and garter belt, black stockings, and black patent
mules with five inch stiletto heels. To administer the punishment Ruth
had donned her tight, calf length, halter neck black latex apron and
her shoulder length black latex gloves.
The moment he
heard the crisp sound of his Governess’s stiletto heels approaching his
room Robert held his breath. He was naked as instructed.
Ruth swept in, brisk, business-like, shiny and slick in black rubber.
She seated herself in the straight backed “punishment chair” which she
had moved into in Robert’s bedroom. “I’ll have you kneeling Master
Robert if you please. On your knees for Madam! We shall begin your
discipline with a little instruction in obedience. Madam would like her
high heeled shoes kissed! At once, Master Robert. At once!”
The clipped, stern voice. It sounded as though Mrs. Tarrant was asking
Robert to tie his shoe laces rather than prepare for a painful lesson
in sexual correction. Although spellbound by Ruth’s sexually
provocative costume, Robert immediately did as he was told, recognising
the natural command in his Governess' voice and dropping to his knees
and pressing his lips to the gleaming black patent leather of her high
heeled mules. His heart pounding, he was pleased, not to say overjoyed
to do so.
Ruth noted that her latex and heels
had brought about the desired and expected response from her young
charge: a steely hard erection.
“Kneel up Master
Robert!” A pregnant pause. “Now, you have been with me for only three
days. In that time I have caught you playing with yourself four times.
I have caught you masturbating. And, I see you have become hard and
stiff again."
"So what are we to do about this little
problem of yours Master Robert? Should your Governess be having to deal
with this naughtiness? Well, should she Master Robert?”
“No Madam.”
“No indeed Master Robert. No indeed. So, I shall have to punish you.
Your Stepmother warned me that I might have to teach you some manners;
that you might need to be taught how to control these distasteful...
urges of yours. Evidently, she was correct. I was right to bring my
rubber “Discipline Costume” with me wasn’t I Master Robert?”
“Yes Madam.”
“Yes indeed. I will not have you playing with yourself. Do you understand young man?”
“Yes Madam. I’m sorry Madam. I have been trying, but......”
“But what?”
“It’s when I think about you Madam. I, I, I can’t help it Madam. I get stiff Madam. It just happens.”
“Oh it just happens does it? It just happens when you think about your
Governess does it? Do you think that this excuses your vile behaviour?
Well, do you?”
“No Madam, I don’t think that. I’m sorry Madam. I’m really sorry. I’ll try to be good Madam, honestly I will.”
“I’m sure you will try to be good Master Robert. You will try very,
very hard. Because for the next three weeks I shall have you all to
myself. And I shall use that time to educate you. I will teach you how
to control yourself. And by the time your stepmother returns from her
holiday you will be a perfectly behaved young gentleman. You will have
impeccable manners and you will not play with yourself, however strong
the desire. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Madam."
“And do you know how I shall educate you Master Robert?”
“No Madam.”
“I shall put you across my knee and spank you.” Ruth smoothed the long,
shiny gloves up her arms. “Yes, Master Robert, Madam knows that there
is only one reliable method to teach a young gentleman how to behave
and that is to spank him. I have given you fair warning. I shall put on
my long gloves – yes, I am wearing them, Madam's long, shiny, black
rubber gloves! I shall put on my latex gloves and my rubber apron, put
you across my knee and spank you.”
“Furthermore, until your stepmother returns you will not leave this house. You will remain naked at all times so that I can see if you are aroused and have been playing with yourself."
“And since I have no doubt that over the coming weeks you will be
spending a considerable amount of time across my knee, I shall put my
ordinary clothes away. From now on I shall wear my Discipline Costume
when I am with you so that I shall be ready to put you across my knee
and spank you when you are a naughty boy.”
“Do I make myself clear?!!!”
“Yes Madam.”
“Good. However, I see that I have caused you to get all stiff again you
naughty little boy!. It’s so difficult isn’t it? Never mind, Madam will
teach you. Let us begin your education.”
“Come here
Master Robert. That's right, close to Madam so that I can hold you.
Now, bend over my knee. Yes, across my rubber apron. Don't worry about
your stiffness, your Governess will attend to that later. Let's have
that little bottom of yours nicely positioned. Good. Very good." Ruth
placed her left hand on the back of Robert's neck, pressing down
slightly. Then she laid her right hand on his virginal, tight bottom,
savouring the contrast of black rubber against white flesh and the
thought of the spanking to come.
Robert lay across
the cool, shiny rubber of Ruth's apron. His mouth was dry and he could
feel his heart palpitating. But his erection was if anything harder,
pressing against the latex. It was a heady mixture of fear and arousal.
“Yes, Master Robert, I can feel your stiffness against
my leg. So, while I’m spanking you, I should like you to try to control
your arousal.”
Robert could feel the clips of his
Governess’ garter belt through the thin latex of her apron. The rubber
felt cold against his stomach. Robert willingly surrendered his bottom
to the tender mercies of his Governess. As he lay awaiting his
punishment his eyes were fixed on Ruth’s beautiful high heeled mules.
There was no way he could, or wanted to control his arousal.
Robert’s reverie was interrupted by the sound of Ruth’s latex clad palm
as it cracked against his bottom. He felt a sharp spasm of pain ......
SPANK!
And again.......
SPANK!
A third stroke.......
SPANK!
And a fourth......
SPANK!
“Aaaaah!”
At the first gasp of pain Ruth paused to admire her handiwork. Her
latex covered palm had already begun to redden Robert’s tender virginal
white buttocks and the imprint of her fingers could be seen white
against the surrounding flesh. She could hear a pitiful whimpering, but
smiled as she felt the boy’s erection hard against her thigh. For Ruth
there were few pleasures sweeter than administering a traditional over
the knee spanking in full discipline costume. Dressed in tight rubber,
stockings and her favourite stiletto heeled mules Ruth liked nothing
better than having a submissive young gentleman stark naked, and across
her knee with his erect penis pulsing against her thigh – very pleasant
indeed. Ruth smiled to herself. She was going to enjoy the next three
weeks and so, if she was not mistaken, was her pupil.
Robert also savoured the moment. The sensation of the cool latex
against his stomach and penis as she adjusted his position ..... the
crack of rubber against his soft flesh as Governess resumed her work.
This was heaven.
SPANK!
SPANK!
Robert’s penis began to weep with pre-cum.
SPANK!
“Are you looking at your Governess’ high heeled shoes child?”
SPANK!
SPANK!
“Answer me boy!”
“Yes Madam. Th....Th...They’re v..v..very beautiful Madam.”
Ruth relaxed. “Aren’t they just. They are elegant mules, in black
patent leather with five inch stiletto heels. I bought them in Paris
Master Robert. They cost £350, were hand made and they are exquisite.”
SPANK!
“And what do you think when you see your Governess in her high heels child?”
“I...I...I...I....”
SPANK!
SPANK!
“Come along Master Robert. I know all your naughty secrets. Tell Madam what you are thinking about.”
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK! “Come along boy!!”
Twenty years of administering corporal punishment to young boys had
made Ruth an expert spanker. She had known within twenty minutes of
meeting him that Robert was a natural submissive and a fetishist.
Robert, like most well bred young masochists, was a slave to high
heels. Ruth knew she needed only to wear her stiletto heeled mules to
be guaranteed Robert's obedience, devotion and arousal. However, his
arousal would need to be controlled; such urges needed to be
disciplined. Such a sweet boy.
“I’m waiting boy.” Ruth’s voice was stern. “Perhaps you need a little encouragement to tell Madam your secrets.”
SPANK!
SPANK!
When it came, Robert’s confession was precisely the stream of erotic fantasy and desire that Ruth expected.
“I think about you Madam and I get hard when I see you in your black
apron and long gloves. And then.... I want to lie across your shiny
rubber apron like I am now and look at your shoes and I want you to
spank me Madam…..
“…….And then I want to kneel at
your feet Madam and thank you for punishing me by kissing your high
heels.....and lick and kiss and kiss them.”
“I’m
sorry Madam. I’m sorry, I just can’t stop it, I get stiff and.....I’m
sorry. I just want to kiss your shoes Madam. Madam, please forgive me.”
“There, there, Master Robert” soothed Ruth. “That’s
better isn’t it? Telling Madam helps doesn’t it?” Ruth paused for her
comforting words to take effect. She sensed the young man’s body become
slightly less tense. “Listen to Madam, Robert. You have to understand
that there is nothing wrong with your penis becoming aroused and stiff
when you see me in my rubber apron and high heels. On the contrary,
your Governess takes it as a compliment when you become hard.”
“Nor,” Ruth continued, “should you feel that there is anything wrong in
wanting me to spank you or wanting to kneel down and kiss my high
heeled shoes. As I shall teach you, kissing a Lady’s shoes is a very
appropriate way for a young gentleman to show respect. Madam likes having her high heels kissed. In fact, as you saw, when I wear my Discipline Costume I expect to have them kissed."
“As for enjoying being put across my knee and spanked, I have
instructed many young gentlemen who were, and still are, sexually
aroused by discipline. If you are erect when I punish you and enjoy
being punished, this will make the next three weeks enjoyable for both
of us.”
Ruth’s voice then took a firmer tone.
“However, there is a difference between getting hard and erect, which is charming, and playing with yourself, which is not.
Playing with yourself might feel nice but it is naughty. And
naughtiness needs to be punished. This is important Master Robert. Your
Stepmother engaged me precisely because she did not wish this
masturbation of yours to get out of hand. It is your Governess' task to
teach you how to control yourself.”
“Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Madam.”
“Good. Very good. Now, I’d like you to climb off my lap, kneel before
me, kiss my high heels and thank me for your punishment.”
Robert slowly lifted his body from the latex apron, his still erect
penis trailing a string of sticky semen. His bottom felt on fire as he
knelt before his Governess but Robert quickly pressed his lips to the
black leather of her mules.
After two or three
minutes of devoted kissing and still with his eyes downcast, Robert
raised his head and looked Ruth in the eye. “Thank you for spanking me
Governess. I was very naughty to play with myself and needed to be
punished.”
“I can honestly say, Master Robert, that
it was a pleasure to spank you.” Ruth’s voice was warm. “It is
extremely pleasant to meet a young gentleman who appreciates the need
for discipline and self-control.”
“And, as you
accepted your punishment so well, I shall allow you release. No, not in
that way. There will be no scuttling off into dirty little corners.
From now on you will only climax in my presence. So, we shall go to the
bathroom.”
Ruth took her young charge by the hand and
led him to one of the spotless white bathrooms. A large mirror had been
positioned in front of the sunken bath. “Hands by your sides please!”
Robert obeyed and Ruth stood behind him. As he looked in the mirror
Robert both saw and felt his Governess’ latex gloved hand take his
penis and begin to rub it.
As he melted into ecstasy Ruth Tarrant continued his education.
“To know pleasure you need to know pain. To know pleasure you need to
understand your place. And your place is on your knees and kissing
Governess’s high heels. Isn’t it child?”
“Y..Y...Yes Madam.”
“And if you forget your place. If you do not obey or if you displease
your Governess, your place will be naked across her rubber apron. And
once across her rubber apron your Governess will punish you. Your
Governess will spank you until you learn your place, which is on your
knees and kissing
Governess’s...........high............heeled..............mules!”
“A-a-a-a-a-a-aghhhh!” Robert’s semen shot into the bath as he climaxed.
He felt physically drained and embarrassed. But Ruth knew that this was
a crucial point in his training. The brisk voice returned.
“Clean up your mess young man. Quickly please, and I’ll have you back
in your room and on your knees. Hurry along child!” Ruth’s stiletto
heels clicked on the marble tiled floor as she left the bathroom.
Soon Robert was kneeling before his Governess once more, tenderly kissing her mules.
“Thank you Madam, thank you so much, that was wonderful.”
“It was an important lesson for you Master Robert. To obtain pleasure
it is first necessary to learn obedience. When I discipline you it is
to teach you obedience and self control. If you are obedient then I may
allow you to climax. But you will only climax in my presence, is that
understood?”
“Yes Madam.”
“Very
well, we shall see. Now, let me see your bottom.” Robert turned. Now
the punishment was over and his sexual feelings satisfied, his bottom
felt decidedly sore. “Very pretty,” Governess Tarrant commented, amused
at the precision of her handiwork. “You really do have a very sweet
little bottom Master Robert. It’s almost a shame to have marked it.
But, if we are to eradicate your naughtiness Madam has to spank you.
‘Naughty boys need their bottoms spanked don’t they Master Robert?”
“Yes Madam.”
“Yes indeed. But they also need some cream on their bottom afterwards.
Otherwise they won’t be able to receive further punishment will they?
And we cannot have that.” Ruth had brought in a large tub of white
cream and, having removed her long gloves, took Robert across her knee
once more and smeared some of it on his bottom. The cream was
wonderfully cool and soothing and Robert began to enjoy the feeling of
his Governess’s hands on his bottom. His pleasure was short lived.
"On your knees Master Robert. On your knees and kiss my high heels."
Robert needed no encouragement.
After five minute Ruth's voice pierced Robert's reverie.
“Run along Master Robert, tea is in twenty minutes and we mustn’t keep
Mrs Stokes waiting.” And with that Governess Tarrant left the room.
Robert sat for at least ten minutes trying to make sense of what had
happened. Governess Tarrant was not only indulging his sexual
fantasies, she was positively encouraging them. Why? Had his stepmother
planned all this? The questions went round and round in Robert’s brain
as he washed and made his way, still naked, to the dining room.