The Governess and The Boy

The Governess and The Boy 1

By Kahuntwm

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The Governess and the Boy, Part 1 (12; 4488)
CFNM, CFNF, OON, embarrassment, humiliation

Peter Quint - the Overseer of the Estate
Miss Angela Andrews, the Governess of the Children
Mrs Ida Grose - the Housekeeper
Mrs Joan Jessel - the Assistant Housekeeper
Mrs Mabel Madison - the Cook
The Children:
Miles - almost thirteen year old boy
Flora - almost twelve year old girl

When their parents die, Miles and Flora become the wards of their uncle who owns the mansion in South Carolina but never visits or has anything to do with the children. The adults on the estate are well-paid by the uncle Thadeus, on condition that he is never bothered by what goes on. The adults are on their own. But the children are not. It is the spring of 1952 and the children are in need of a new governess. Uncle Thadeus, who lives in Savannah, has hired Angela Andrews who was to care for all the children’s needs and who was never to bother the children’s uncle with the details.

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The Governess was very nervous as she approached the secluded mansion. Although only twenty-five years old, Angela Andrews was a veteran governess, having served as a governess two times before this job. She was acutely aware that this was not a good sign - she had more-or-less been fired from her previous jobs and got this one because the uncle/guardian of the two children was desperate. He had little trouble hiring governesses for his niece and nephew, but none seemed to last a long time.

But the children’s uncle didn’t care about Angela’s past as long as she took the job and went immediately to the mansion. And Angela did just that - not as easily as one might hope as she, as well as her new boss, lived in New York City. So during the trip to South Carolina, she had time to contemplate her previous failures. While she was a good teacher, she was rather weak when it came to discipling children. That would have to change because the uncle made it clear that his nephew and niece were not well behaved. Nothing serious - just being jerks and uncooperative, especially when at their junior high school.

While Angela knew she would have to toughen up, she also needed to be kind. After all, both children had suffered through the loss of their parents, and their uncle Thadeus, while not unkind, was never around. He just did not have time to visit or even get to know these children. He was too busy making lots of money.

Well, Angela thought, she would have to give these to kids lots of hugs and kisses, especially hugs. Oh, she loved to hug and be affectionate to children, especially kids just entering their teenage years. She could overdo it - she lost her previous job primarily because her touchy-feeling approach was not appreciated by the parents - but she could not always control her impulses. And most of the children appreciate this public display of love since they rarely received it from their parents.

On the other hand, Angela knew that she would have to instill discipline - she knew that the children, especially the almost thirteen year old Miles, had been troublesome, according to his uncle.. He would have to be put in his place. Perhaps a little humiliation would help.

As she approached the mansion, her nerves heightened upwards. She knew nothing of these people. Her knock on the door was tepid and cautious and she was surprised that the door opened immediately. There stood the lady who was in charge of the household, the Head Housekeeper Mrs Ida Grose. A formidable lady to be sure. She was tall and - well, massive. She wasn’t overweight but she was big - she filled the door space.

“Oh. Miss Andrews, you have arrived at last,” Mrs Grose said with a great smile. “The children are so eager to meet you. May I call you Angela? Good, and you may call me Ida. ‘Mrs Grose’ sounds so formal. Ah, may I introduce the staff? This is Mrs Joan Jessel, who is the assistant housekeeper. Joan also is an artist and you will see some of her work on the walls here at the mansion. She does portraits and has done a couple of portraits of the children that are perfectly wonderful.”

“Oh, Miss Andrews, you are very welcomed,” Joan said, giving Angela a great hug. The children need someone like you. Flora is precious but Miles sometimes makes poor decisions. Loveable but in need of discipline.”

“And this is Mrs Mabel Madison,” Ida said. “She is our cook but also helps with the children. There will be times during the day when she will be able to help you with Miles and Flora.”

Mabel came forward and gave Angela a warm hug. “You will love the children - they really are such sweet things - always giving us hugs and kisses. Of course, all children need to know their place. We all will help you with that, especially where Miles is concerned.”

“Mr. Peter Quint,” Ida continued, “is the Overseer of the estate. He is a strange man but very competent and always eager to please. But he is in his own world. Nothing wrong with that, but he is not the social type. He lives in his own little cabin just over by the hill. Always available and very helpful with anything you need. He even has his own phone in the cabin so he is easy to reach.”

So, all the ladies sat down and Angela began telling them about herself and how the uncle wanted the children to be more involved in the community. After a bit, Angela began to wonder about where the children might be.

“Ah, Mr. Quint has them as they are helping him to move whatever is needed to be moved to the pond where we all swim. It is the season, you know.” So all the ladies went out to the back of the house where the small pond was situated. Angela was surprised by the set up. There was a raft placed about fifteen yards out in the middle of the small pond. On shore were chairs, small tables, umbrellas for shade (although all the trees around provided quite a bit of shade), and finally a small shack to store things like towels, floats, and anything else needed for a fun swim.

To see the children was to fall in love with them. Miles was a very handsome boy, with curly, light brown hair, an expressive face with a snub nose, lush lips, and sparkling brown eyes. His body was well proportioned and full-out - he was not a skinny child like most almost thirteen year old boys. He looked more like fourteen.

Flora defined beauty. At twelve years old, one would expect that she would not have any bosom but she surprised Angela as she did have the fine beginnings of the development of her breasts. Although she was nine months younger than her brother, she looked older. She also had light brown hair (but not curly), snub nose, lush lips, and brown eyes. She also was not skinny but with a cute, perfect little body.

Angela just loved them on sight but she was disturbed that her mind wandered to what she could not see. She began to fantasize what Miles’ cock and balls looked like and what they felt like to the touch. And she definitely was interested in seeing just how Flora’s bosoms was developing and what it might feel like to touch her sweet sex.

She shook herself out of her sensual thoughts and was pleased at how responsive the children were to her. Miles did look as if he had the devil in his eyes and she knew that she would have to put him in his place as soon as possible.

Peter Quint, on the other hand, did look like the devil. An ugly man of about twenty-five, he sort of stood back and brooded. Mrs. Grose had said that he was very kind with the children and watched over them to be sure they were always safe. He was the son of the previous overseer of the estate and inherited the position when his father passed away when Quint was only twenty. Having lived on the estate his whole life, he was part of the family in the same sense that Ida, Joan, and Mabel were. They all worked for uncle Thadeus but were considered more than just servants, as they were all well-paid, and had free room and board.

Once introductions were complete, Peter Quint returned to his cabin, and the rest went inside the house. Mabel went to the kitchen to prepare supper, Joan helped Angela get settled in her room, and Ida oversaw the children as they played in the living room.

When Angela came downstairs, Ida suggested that both children could use a bath as they had worked up quite a sweat when helping Peter Quint at the pond. Since Miles was immersed in a book, Angela decided to supervise Flora’s bath first.

As Angela escorted Flora up the stairs, the sweet girl asked Angela if she would be supervising her bathing.

“In what sense do you mean?” Angela asked.

“Well, I can do my own bathing. Usually Mrs. Grose and Mrs. Jessel help me but I don’t need help. No one helps Miles when he bathes.”

Angela knew she had to make sure that this didn’t go any farther. “Flora, dear, it is appropriate and necessary for a governess to closely supervise any girl under her care. It is important that I make sure you thoroughly clean everywhere. I hope that is satisfactory to you.”

“I guess - I don’t like it when Mrs. Grose and Mrs. Jessel help out. But I like you a lot so if you want to, I don’t mind.”

“Are you nervous that I will see you naked?”

“Yes, but if it doesn’t bother you, then it won’t let it bother me,” Flora said.

While Flora undressed in her room, Angela prepared the bath in the rather large bathroom at the end of the hall. Putting on a fluffy robe, Flora soon showed up at the bathroom door.

“Come here, cutie,” said Angela. When Flora stood next to her, Angela gave her a big hug which produced a great smile from Flora. “I will remove your robe, okay?”

“I will be naked,” Flora said nervously.

“That is the point.” So Angela removed Flora’s robe and soon the girl was standing there completely naked. Angela could not believe what she saw. Flora’s bosoms were bigger than she had thought originally - perhaps a quarter of the size they eventually would become. And her vagina! Flora had no pubic hairs to cover her sex. The little slit that led to her love canal protruded slightly. Absolutely precious.

Flora got nervous as she saw Angela stare at her nudity. “Is everything proper?” she asked nervously.

“Oh, my lord,” Angela said. “So beautiful.” She pulled the naked girl into her arms and gave her a great hug that was returned. She placed her hand on Flora’s smooth butt cheeks. Then Angela said “Into the tub and I will clean you.”

Flora submerged herself in the water and was somewhat surprised when Angela asked her to stand. So she got up and just stood there, hands to her side, as Angela used her hands (no sponges or gloves) to wash every inch of Flora’s body. Flora enjoyed it when Angela gently washed her breasts, peaking her small nipples.

“That tickles,” she said. Angela laughed and then asked her to bend over slightly. Flora was surprised when she felt Angela pull her butt cheeks apart but loved the feeling when she felt Angela’s fingers clean up and down her ass crack.

“Now,” Angela said, “don’t jump but I must clean your cute little anus.” Flora thought that Angela’s finger on her butt hole tickled but she liked the sensation. She didn’t even object when she felt Angela’s finger go a little inside her rectum.

“Does this feel okay? Angela asked. “I need to be thorough.”

“It is fine as long as you are okay,” Flora replied. Indeed, Flora loved the feeling of Angela’s finger cleaning her butt hole while resting her other hand on her pussy. At some point, Angela would want to check inside Flora’s cute vagina to make sure everything was okay in that area. After Angela dried and dressed her, Flora gave her a great hug. Although Mrs. Grose, Mrs. Jessel, and Ms. Madison were nice to her, she never felt the love and closeness that she did when Angela cared for her.

Getting that close to Miles, however, would be more difficult, even if possible. Over the first week, Angela’s relationship with Miles was going well. The boy was polite and cooperative with her as he was with everyone in the household. As Mrs. Grose told Angela, this behavior by Miles was unusual from his behavior toward previous governesses. He was not nice with them and eventually all ultimately resigned because of Miles’ behavior and the fact that they were not getting through to the lad.

In the past three years (while Miles was 10 to 12 years old and Flora was 9 to 11), the children were educated partly by the governesses and partly by the teachers at the local private school. At the school, Miles behaved quite well most of the time and seemed to enjoy his teachers and classmates. Mrs. Grose seemed to think that Miles missed school when there was a governess teaching him at home. Perhaps his behavior to them was payback for being denied attending the school.

Indeed, Miles seemed to actually like this governess. For one thing, she was rather strict with him and, at least at his age now which was almost 13, he was more willing to accept Angela. She was easy on him - discipline was always quick. But ‘punishments’ were called ‘consequences’ and Angela always took time to explain to Miles why he was being punished and why this or that particular ‘consequence’ was appropriate for his behavior when what he did was inappropriate..

Was Miles falling in puppy love with his beautiful new governess? Perhaps but he was rather too young to realize it. But Angela thought he might be and she decided to use that possibility to bring Miles to the point where she could control him.

She moved slowly and it wasn’t until the beginning of her third week that she decided to test her theories. Although Angela was able to help Flora with her bath and therefore was able to see and touch her pretty nude body, she had not seen Miles naked. She yearned to see him naked, to see what his sex organ looked like, what it felt like to touch his penis and testicles, and to rub his ass cheeks and see the secrets inside his butt crack.

She knew that Miles always took his bath alone so when he did bathe, she was down stairs. Then one day, she came up when Miles came out of the bathroom and walked to his room. He was wearing only a towel. He did not see her. The next afternoon, when Miles took his next bath, Angela quietly went upstairs and waited in her room which Miles would have to walk by in order to get to his room.

Just like clockwork, Miles left the bathroom wearing just a towel. When Angela heard him coming down the hall, she stepped out just as he was walking by her door and blocked his way to his room.

Startled by her sudden presence, Miles exclaimed, “Angela!”

“Miles, fancy meeting you here?” she replied. “I needed to see you and here you are. Would you step into my room?”

“Sure - right after I get dressed.”

“Don’t be silly - you are perfect just the way you are,” Angela said.

Looking confused, Miles walked into her room and she motioned him to sit down on the love seat. Making sure that his towel was firmly hitched in, he casually sat down, making sure the hem of his towel was spread out and at his knees. He was very attuned that he wasn’t dressed very well.

Angela sat down next to him and said “You know, Miles dear,”she began, “your uncle Thadeus has put you, and Paula, under my care. My total care. Do you understand?”

“I guess so,” he replied. “You are the boss lady,” he said with a smile.

“Now that includes many things, one of which is your health. I am supposed to inspect everything to be sure you are healthy and clean.”

“Well,” Miles said, not really sure where the conversation was going, “I am very healthy, haven’t been sick in months, and, as you can see, I am clean as I just took a bath.”

“That is so,” she said with a smile. “But I really do not ‘see’ everything. For instance, when I help you sister bathe, I see everything and I can ascertain that she is very healthy and clean. That doesn’t work with you because I don’t help you with your bath.”

Now, Miles was getting nervous. He was hoping that she didn’t mean she had to see his cock - that would be wrong, wouldn’t it?

“You see,” Angela said, “I have to inspect your genitals and your butt to determine that there are no problems, that you are developing normally, and that you keep yourself very, very clean. So why don’t you stand up and let me see you?”

“You can see me now,” Miles said.

“You sweetie,” she said with a great smile, “you are so cute. I mean see you without the towel. I need to see what you have been hiding all these years.”

There was a long silence. Miles’ brain was rushing through a lot of thoughts and his heart was jumping through a lot of emotions. There was no one between him and the door so he could leave at any time. But part of him did not want to do so. Practically speaking, if he did not expose himself to Angela now, he would eventually have to later. After all, his uncle had set the ground rules for her and she would have to fulfill her duties. But what if she did not like what she saw? What if his cock and balls were not acceptable? Then again, he thought, what if she liked his intimate parts - maybe they would become closer?

Angela then broke the silence and said simply “Now, Miles. Put your hands on your head.”

So the poor lad stood up and followed her instructions to put his hands on the top of his head. Now completely vulnerable, he watched as Angela undid the towel and pulled it off. Now he was standing before her completely naked, with his cock and balls exposed for her intense gaze. He closed his eyes.

“Oh, my god,” Angela exclaimed, “you are beautiful. What a perfect penis. And your testicles - so sweet looking.”

Miles opened his eyes as she said “I must touch them, MIles dear, so stand still.” He gulped when he felt her finger hold his cock and nearly jumped when he felt her hand hold his balls. He was shocked at how broad her smile was. My gosh, he thought, she likes me. She thinks my male organ is beautiful. He gave out a great sigh of relief.

“Oh, sweetie,” Angela said, “I could just look at you all day. But first, I have to check to be sure you keep yourself clean. So, come here and lay on my lap so I can check your backside.”

Miles was sure that he didn’t want her to do that. But he did know he had cleaned down there thoroughly when he was bathing. Well, he thought, she loved my balls, maybe she will love my asshole. So he did not hesitate very long before he placed himself on her lap, his penis and balls comfortably resting between her thighs. Miles could feel her separate his ass cheeks so that his ass crack was wide open for her to inspect. He gulped again when he felt her finger run down his crack and he gasped when her finger rested on his butt hole.

“Well, I must say,” Angela whispered, as her finger circled his anus, “you certainly keep yourself very, very clean.” She then tickled his balls before telling him to get up. “Very good, Miles - you are such a dear. Now put your towel around your sweet self and go get dressed. But first, a hug.” So she drew the naked boy into her body and gave Miles a strong hug. She waited for him to return the hug which, to her relief, he did.

Miles’ behavior the next few days improved remarkably. He bathed each day, sometimes twice, on her instructions, but Angela never came into help. Once every three or four days, she did however repeat her inspections of his nude body. And he did not resist her actions.

However, he did not anticipate coming under a program of CFNM (clothed female, nude male). That occurred a week after the first session between the two when everyone in the household had a picnic by the crystal clear pond. Quinn set everything up but stuck around. Quinn never participated in these family activities (which included, beside Paula, Miles, and Angela, Ida, Joan, and Mabel) except when swimming was involved. He loved seeing the children swim. Bathing suits in those days were not very revealing, but Quinn enjoyed watching even so. But he always stood back or sat somewhere from the ladies and got up only to bring to the ladies anything they needed.

But this swim picnic was going to be very different. The ladies all were sitting around the picnic table in their chairs when Miles and Paula came out of the house in their swimsuits. Angela spoke up.

“Children, please come over here before you get in the water. On the orders of your uncle Thadeus (which was a lie, but when he did find out about all this he was okay with it) has insisted that you two swim the traditional way.”

Ida, Joan, and Mabel, who knew this was happening, started giggling.

“What way is that?” Paula asked.

“Girls swim with bathing suits and boys swim in the nude.”

The look on Miles’ face was priceless. He was incomplete shock. Paula’s face wasn’t as priceless as she had on a great, big smile. “I like that tradition,” she said.

Ida, Joan, and Mabel all chimed in support and everyone except Miles started chanting ‘take it off, take it off’. Miles looked at Angela whose expression was a statement that he had to comply. Again, his brain and emotions were running like haywire. How could he get naked infront of his sisters and the three women whom he had known since he was a baby?

On the other hand, Angela had already seen him naked and Miles noted that nothing terrible had happened as a result. And Angela kept telling him how cute he was when naked. And he was hoping that if Flora would see him nude, then perhaps, at a later time, he would get to see her nude. So, reluctantly Miles slid his bathing suit down and stood before the ladies stark naked. As he looked at them, he noted that all were looking down at his sex. His sister had stopped teasing him and just looked with awe. The smiles on the ladies’ faces told him that they liked what they saw. Profoundly embarrassed, he just stood there until they asked him to turn around. So he showed them his soft, hairless ass and heard acknowledgements from the ladies that he had a perfect butt.

He turned back and looked at Angela who saw how red his face was. After a quick glance at Miles’ cock and balls, she said “OK,” she said. “Miles and Flora - get swimming and we will set up the picnic lunch.” So after watching Miles’ ass cheeks bounce all around as he ran toward the pond, the ladies set things up.

While Angela and the others were setting up the picnic, she looked out at the raft and noticed that Miles was sitting on the raft with his legs spread out. Flora was kneeling down between his legs and did a careful visual inspection of her brother’s elite sex organ. Angela just smiled. Miles and Flora got along very well. Now they would get along even better.

When Miles and Flora returned, she ordered Miles to stand where he was and directed Flora to sit next to her at the picnic table. “Miles, dear,” Angela said, “we ladies have been talking about how beautiful you are when you are naked. We all agree that your precious sex organ is as cute as the rest of you. Therefore, you will remain naked for the rest of today.”

Miles just about died there but what could he do? Angela’s statement did not offer a chance of debate and he couldn’t find his bathing suit. And he couldn’t just stand there stupidly while he was nude. So, he slowly went over to the only remaining seat which was between Angela and his sister Flora. Everyone stared at him, or more accurately, at his cock and balls, as he climbed over the bench and sat down. Other than the only male in the group being naked, the picnic lunch went as most did - slow eating and lazy talking.

Suddenly, Miles saw Angela and Flora leaned over behind him so that they could whisper. “Flora, dear,” Angela said, “you are welcome, if you are discreet, to lightly and gently touch your brother's male parts.”

Poor Miles didn’t have a chance at a reply - not that his opinion was needed on this matter - when he felt his sister’s hand pull his penis and twisted it around. Then she massaged each testicle. This only lasted seconds when Angela looked down and noticed that Miles might be getting a stiffy. She didn’t want that to happen. So she put a stop to it but laughed to herself as she saw how embarrassed Miles was.

Poor Miles said hardly a word for the rest of the day. He was acutely aware of his nudity and that everyone was looking at his most private areas. And each one did more than just look. Ida, for instance, asked for his help while she planned a small social gathering at the mansion the following week.

Miles didn’t know it yet, but if he felt embarrassed now, he was soon to be supremely embarrassed.

{End of Part 1}

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