Miss Strang Chapter 27
By Governess
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Copyright 2009 by Governess, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 27

My head was in a whirl. There was silence for a while.

"Miss Strang?"

"Yes, Livia."

"Does . . . does it hurt when a man puts his penis into you?"

"Yes, Livia. The first time it hurts a great deal. But it can hurt when he does it at other times."

"But . . . but, if it hurts, why does she let him . . . Miss Strang?"

"Well, Livia, first, she has no choice. A husband has the right to do it. She is his wife and she has to submit to him whether she likes it or not. That is what being a wife means. And if she refuses, he can insist. And if she still refuses, then he may discipline her and make her submit. But, Livia, that is not what usually happens. She submits gladly and willingly because she loves him and has promised to obey him. And what you must remember, too, Livia, is that just because something hurts does not mean that you do not want to do it. Having a baby hurts. The woman feels she is being spit apart and screams, just as a boy screams when he is being flogged. And when a boy goes out to play he often comes back hurt and scratched and torn, but that does not stop him climbing trees and playing daring games."

"But, Miss Strang, how can she love him when he hurts her like that?"

"Livia, I love you."

She squeezed me with her arm and bent over and kissed my head.

"And do you love me?"

"Yes, Miss Strang. I do."

"And yet I have had to spank you. And cane you. Did that hurt?"

"Yes, Miss Strang. It did."

"So why do you love me, Livia? When I have hurt you like that?"

I thought about it. It was puzzling. How could I love her when she had hurt me so?

"But . . . but you are my governess, Miss Strang . . . And I deserved it."

I thought of Mr Carstairs.

"No, Miss Strang. I don't."

"So why do you say you love me?"

"Well, because . . . because you are my governess, Miss Strang, and I know you love me."

"And how do you know that, Livia?"

I felt confused.

"I suppose, well, because you are in charge of us and care for us. And . . . and we somehow belong to you."

I blushed and felt surprised at myself for saying this.

"Yes, Livia. I think that is very perceptive."

She ran her hand up the back of my neck and into my hair.

"Although a spanking hurts, it is a sign that you belong, and that I care for you. In the Bible it says that even grown ups know that they belong to God because he chastises them when necessary. He sometimes makes life very painful for them. That is to correct them and teach them that they should do his will. And because of that, they know that he loves them. And that is true for you and for your brothers. You know that I love you because I chastise you."

She paused.

"And if a chastisement, whether a spanking or a caning or a birching, did not hurt a child, what would you think? It would be pointless. It would not encourage you to behave better. And it would not be an adequate offering for sin so that you might be forgiven. It would just irritate you and make you angry. And that would not be loving. It would be cruel."

She took a deep breath.

"And there is something else, Livia. You said I was in charge of you. But it is not only children who have someone in charge of them. Even for grown ups, there is always somebody in authority over them. Your father has authority over me. I have authority over you. And one of the most important things in life is to accept that and not to resent it. You have seen how John resents not being able to do just what he wants. And when he is corrected, he resents that, too. Resentment is a terrible thing, Livia. That is why correction has to be painful. It has to break that resentment. To drive it out. And when that is accomplished a child feels a great sense of release and freedom. A relationship has been repaired. Love can flow again."

She paused.

"Let me ask you something, Livia."

I huddled closer to her, loving the intimacy and her talking to me in this way.

"Yes, Miss Strang."

"When you have been caned, or spanked and the punishment is over, do you feel angry and resentful?"

I thought back to how I had felt after being spanked and then caned over the prie dieu, and how I had felt a moment ago after the stroke of the cane.

"Well, when I was punished in front of John and Simon, I felt very ashamed. But I . . . I didn't feel angry. I was very sad. I felt that because of what I had done you were unable to love me. And then when you asked me whether I wanted to be forgiven . . . I wanted it so much, Miss Strang. And I knew that you could forgive me because I had been punished. So even the pain in my bottom felt somehow nice. And then I felt very light as though I was floating. It was like I had been carrying a heavy satchel full of stones and you had taken it from me. And I knew that it was the punishment that had done it."

I pushed closer to her and she again ran her hand up my neck. I shivered.

"It says in the Bible that when a child is whipped he finds it very painful and unpleasant. But that afterwards he becomes very peaceful and able to do what is right. I am so glad for you, Livia.

She squeezed me and then took her arm away.

"But it will soon be time for your bed."

"Miss Strang."

"Yes, Livia."

"There is something else."

"And what is that?"

"Well, you said that John must be stopped from playing with his winkie."

"Yes."

"Well girls don't have winkies, do they, Miss Strang?"

"No, of course not, Livia."

"But . . but can they . . . ?"

"Can they masturbate? Is that what you are asking?"

I blushed, and felt very nervous.

"Yes, Miss Strang."

She put her arm around me again.

"Girls can masturbate, Livia. But not in the way boys do."

She paused.

"Between your legs, Livia, you have a little slit. I am sure you know that. Stroking you finger up and down it can feel very nice. And at the top of the little slit there is a little lump, like a small button. It is very sensitive and is even nicer to touch."

I said nothing, waiting for her to continue.

"Tell me Livia have you touched yourself in this way?"

I bit my lip, not wanting to admit it, but knowing that I had to. That Miss Strang somehow knew anyway.

"Yes . . . yes, Miss Strang. I have."

"And did you like doing it?"

"Yes, I did, Miss Strang."

I waited. But she seemed to be waiting for me to continue.

"Is . . is it . . . wrong, Miss Strang? Like it is for a boy?"

She squeezed me.

"I felt deeply relieved.

"But why is it wrong for a boy and not for a girl . . . Miss Strang?"

"It is because boys and girls are different, Livia. First, a boy's semen is precious. It can make babies. It is shameful to spill it and waste it just for a boy's selfish pleasure. But for a girl, masturbation does not waste anything precious."

She took a deep breath.

"But secondly, a boy has to be trained so that as a man he can take on the responsibility of headship. He will rule over his wife and she will submit to him. He will take command, perhaps in the army, or in a profession where he will need to lead others. To achieve that he must first rule himself. But a habit, like masturbation, rules him. He becomes helpless, he submits to it and instead of being a free man, he becomes a slave."

"But Miss Strang . . . ?"

"Wait, Livia. Let me finish. So as his governess, I will take whatever steps are necessary to prevent John, or Simon, becoming a slave to such a habit. But Livia . . . "

I wriggled and pressed against her. Her hand slipped round to my bottom.

" . . . it is different with a girl For a girl, masturbation does not become a habit in the way that it can for a boy. For a girl, it is a soft, comforting thing to do, perhaps in bed at night. But it does not become a burning, insistent compulsion that can rule her life. That is the first thing. The second is that while a man is destined to command, a woman is destined to serve. She submits willing to her husband. And if as a girl she submits to her desire to masturbate, no harm is done. Submission is natural for a woman. Of course, there are many occasions when a man has to submit, to his superiors or to difficult circumstance, but his is never a submissive spirit, unlike a woman's. He submits by an act of will. He has to curb his natural assertiveness. And that is why, as a boy, he must be curbed by his governess to teach him that vital ability. For if he cannot rule himself he will never be able to rule others. Do you understand?"

I think so, Miss Strang. Thank you for explaining it to me."

"That is all right, Livia. I have enjoyed our time together. But now it is time for your bed. And I have things to do. One of which is to prepare a fresh birch rod."

In my bedroom, I undressed and looked at the single stripe that Miss Strang had raised on my soft flesh. I reached round and moved my fingers slowly down my bottom. I could feel the newly raised ridge, mainly on my right buttock. I let my fingers play gently back and forth over it. And as I did so and looked in the mirror, I imagined myself as a governess, inflicting unbearable agony upon my own, soft, translucent flesh.

And when I was in bed, I lay on my stomach and inched up my nightdress. With my left hand I felt the mark of ownership that Miss Strang had stamped upon me. But my right hand slipped under and down, until the ball of my small hand was pressing against my clitoris and my fingers were stretched into my little slit. I began to rock my whole body up and down on my hand. And as I submitted to the delicious pleasure, suddenly I was engulfed by the flood of an intense orgasm.

(To be continued)