Miss Strang Chapter 28
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 28

I woke the next morning very early. I slipped out of bed and looked out on another perfect morning. It was Saturday and although there was morning school, Miss Strang had said that the afternoon would be free for us to do whatever we chose. I dressed quickly.

As it was early I tiptoed down the corridor towards the breakfast room. As I passed John's room, I paused and listened for I could hear him breathing rather heavily and his bed seemed to be moving. I opened the door and looked in. John was lying on his back with his nightshirt pulled up and his hand between his legs. There was a rapt look upon his face. He pushed down his night shirt and rolled away from me. But he knew it was too late.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, Livvy. Go away."

"It's not nothing. You are masturbating. And you know it's forbidden."

"Don't tell her, Livvy. Please don't."

But there was no need for me to tell.

"What are you children doing?"

She looked across at John. Then walked across to where the rules he had written out were pinned up, and carefully removed the pin. She spoke crisply.

"Out of bed, John. And come and stand here by me."

He did so and waited, with a look of anxiety on his face.

"Now read these to me. Slowly and carefully."

He did so. And when he had finished he looked at her expectantly.

"And have you broken any of those rules since last night, John?"

He hesitated. I held my breath, knowing exactly what was going through his head.

"N . . no, Miss Strang."

"Are you sure about that John?"

He paused, licking his lips.

"Yes, Miss Strang."

"And you have not masturbated?"

"No, Miss Strang."

"Hand me the list of rules."

He passed it to her. She cast her eye down it.

"It says here 'John will always be truthful'. Are you being truthful now?"

"Yes, Miss Strang."

She turned to me.

"Is he being truthful, Livia?"

John looked at me. There was a desperate look on his face. Would I support him in his lie. But I could see that Miss Strang already knew that he was lying. I had no wish to incur her displeasure. And there was a soft, insistent curiosity within me, wanting to know how she would deal with this sin.

"No, Miss Strang. He isn't being truthful. He was definitely masturbating when I came into the room."

"So, John. You broke the rule about not masturbating. And then you lied about it. What have you to say?"

"Please, Miss Strang. I am sorry. I really am."

"It would be a very foolish boy who was not sorry when he has been caught out in a lie and over such a serious matter."

She gave a sigh.

"So what do you think we need to do about it?"

"I . . . I suppose . . . I . . . suppose I need to be spanked . . . Miss Strang."

"No, John. Surely not a spanking?"

She waited.

"Well? What have you to say?"

"Thank you, Miss Strang. I am sorry."

"Why are you thanking me, John? You surely did not think that I meant you were to go unpunished? Merely that a spanking would be a quite inadequate response to such behaviour."

She placed her hand on his head.

"I will deal with your masturbation this afternoon. But your untruthfulness can be dealt with now."

The hand on his head claimed him as her own, a small boy who was hers to discipline and over whom she had complete authority. And yet the hand, warm and gently resting on his head, reassured him, too, of her firm unsentimental love.

"Livia, please go down to the kitchen and ask Mrs Mountfield for a bar of white soap, a clean dishcloth, a pudding bowl, a dessert spoon and a knife. And bring up a kettle of boiling water, too. Can you remember all that?"

I repeated it to her.

"And bring it all to the washroom."

I departed for the kitchen, where Mrs Mountfield fetched the items and placed them on a large tray. She then took a kettle off the hob. There were always two simmering.

"Well, Miss Livia, I can guess what Miss Strang will be doing with these. But you be careful with that kettle on the tray. It will slip about if you take your eyes off it. Do you want Mary to help you?"

"No, Mrs Mountfield. I shall be able to manage. I'll be very careful."

The washroom was a large room used for supplying water for our ablutions. There we washed our faces in icy cold water, both morning and evening. Mrs Mountfield brought up a large jug of hot water for Miss Strang, but as children we had to make do with cold. There was a large zinc wash tub in the corner which was used for a weekly body wash and which was filled with cold water and then topped up with a jug or two of hot. It was still very cool and in winter a shivery experience.

John was standing naked in front of the large butler sink.

"Put the kettle on the floor, Livia. And the other items on the draining board, please."

She picked up the bar of soap and with the knife proceeded to cut it in half. One half she cut up into small cubes. These she placed into the bowl. The recently boiled water was poured on and then some cold was added from the tap. She then agitated the bowlful of soap lumps and water with the spoon.

She turned to John.

"And now, young man, we will wash out the mouth that has told lies. And I warn you that if there is anything less than full co-operation I will be fetching the cane. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

"Yes. Yes, Miss Strang."

"Good. Then place your hands behind your back and open your mouth wide."

She picked up the dishcloth and dipping it into the bowl, smeared it generously with a glob of half melted soap. Wrapping it around her first finger, she inserted it into John's mouth. Some liquid ran down his chin and on to his chest. She wriggled her finger around his mouth as though cleaning it out. He grimaced and made a choking sound. The dishcloth was taken out and re-soaped. This time she seemed eager to twist it into the back of his mouth and down his throat. He choked, and spluttered, wriggling, trying to escape her hold. She turned to me.

"Livia, fetch the cane, please."

When I returned from the schoolroom, Miss Strang had the bowl in her left hand and the spoon in her right.

"I warned you, John. Bend over. Hands forward on the edge of the sink."

She put down the bowl and spoon and, taking the cane, brought it swishing down across his bottom. He gave a howl and his hands leapt back.

"I said hands on the edge of the sink, John."

Another stroke was given and then another.

"Now stand up and turn round. Open wide, please."

She took the bowl and spoon and scooping up a glob of half melted soap offered it to him. No doubt mindful of the cane, he closed his mouth over the spoon and took the disgusting softened mass into his mouth.

She took the beaker and poured into it a measure of the concentrated soapy fluid, holding back the gobbets of soap with the spoon. She handed it to John.

"Swill you mouth out with this. And then spit into the sink."

John's face was creased up and he retched into the sink.

"Please, Miss Strang, can I have some water?"

"Certainly not."

She picked up the spoon and another glob of mushy soap was offered. He did not try and evade the probing spoon, but cleaned it off, screwing up his face.

"Aaagh . . . He stood over the sink and retched a second time. He then had again to swill out his mouth with soapy water. Miss Strang took the remaining half bar of soap.

"Open your mouth, John."

Obediently he did so, and the bar was pushed over his lips.

"Bite on it."

She pushed the bar right into his mouth.

"Close your mouth and chew. No, harder than that. Bite on it. Grind your teeth together."

John chewed slowly and carefully as though by so doing he could limit the foulness of the taste. He shut his eyes and retched several times, convulsive spasms of dry, futile vomiting.

Miss Strang watched, smiling faintly. Eventually she was satisfied.

"You may now go and dress, John. I am afraid that breakfast will not taste as good as it usually does."

I watched appreciatively, as the naked and disconsolate boy left the washroom.

"Come with me Livia."

I followed Miss Strang into the breakfast room. She shut the door.

"There is no doubt in your mind that John was masturbating? You are quite sure about that?"

"Yes, Miss Strang. I saw him. He had his nightshirt pulled up and as soon as I went into the room, he turned over and tried to hide it from me."

Miss Strang nodded, her lips pursed together.

"What are you going to do about it, Miss Strang. Will he be punished very severely."

"Yes, Livia. He will certainly be punished severely. Most severely. This afternoon. Straight after lunch.

(To be continued)