Miss Strang Chapter 69
By Governess
Copyright 2010 by Governess, all rights reserved
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Chapter 69
No, Livia. You have been aroused not for your delight but to teach you abstinence and self-control. Virtues that at present you sorely lack."
"Please, Miss Strang. Please."
I was tormented by my childish desire, pulling my hands against the fabric to which I was so securely cuffed.
"You will cease this rebellious struggling, Livia. The time has come to return to your own bed. And you will keep on the little restraining jacket. Quickly now."
She slapped me sharply on the leg. I struggled up and I shivered as my feet met the cold floor. She ushered me down the corridor.
"But first let us see how your brother is responding to his discipline."
She opened the door. My brother was hanging by his wrists, slumped and gently crying. The agony caused by the thick burning ointment smeared over his small penis and scrotum seemed to have abated. All that was left was the hollow shell of a small boy tethered to the end of the bed.
"And are you still suffering, John?"
He twisted round and looked up at her. His eyes were red and wet and seemed to focus on her only with difficulty.
She stepped forward and ran her hand through his hair.
"I said are you still suffering, John?"
"N . . n . . not so much . . . Miss Strang."
"But it was very painful, was it not? Something a small boy might wish to avoid in future?"
"Y . . . yes, Miss Strang."
"You hesitate, John. Are you not sure about that?"
"Yes, yes, Miss Strang. Please. I am sure."
"And what are you sure about?"
"That, that, that . . ."
"That what, John?"
I sensed someone at the door and turning saw my father.
"And what has the boy to be sure of, Miss Strang?"
"Mr Arbuthnot, again you find me disciplining your children."
"Necessary discipline, I have no doubt, Miss Strang. But what has the boy done?"
He looked at me.
"And why is Livia wearing this garment that restrains her hands?"
I felt a shiver run through me. Strict though Miss Strang was, I feared my father even more. And after the terrible tawsing that John had received earlier, I was sure my brother did too. Miss Strang hesitated.
"Well, Mr Arbuthnot, I caught Livia in bed with her brother."
She paused, choosing her words.
"And . . . and I am afraid there is no innocent explication."
My father looked down at the naked boy slumped at the foot of his bed, his hands secured to the rail.
"And what steps have you taken, Miss Strang, to correct this perverse behaviour."
"He has had wintergreen ointment, extra strong wintergreen, thickly spread over his genitals. The boy has been in agony, secured as you see him, for over an hour."
"And the girl?"
"She has been taught that a bottom that defiles itself by slipping into a forbidden bed can expect to be scrubbed clean. Turn around Livia."
I did so exposing my buttocks to the gaze of my father. My face was hot and my whole body was blushing with shame.
"I see, Miss Strang. And did you scrub the girl yourself?"
Miss Strang gave a small smile.
"No, Mr Arbuthnot. It was done by Mrs Mountfield who has more experience of scrubbing than have I."
He nodded.
"But you supervised her."
"Yes, Mr Arbuthnot."
"And then?"
"And then I insisted on a time of penance. The child was made to kneel on the washboard for half an hour."
I felt a surge of anger at being referred to as a child, but pleased that no mention had been made of my being taken to Miss Strang's bedroom. For some reason, that was not something that I wanted my father to share. And nor it seemed did Miss Strang.
"I have every confidence in you, Miss Strang, but I am seriously perturbed by what has occurred. Tomorrow morning I shall be sitting as a magistrate. Two boys are coming before me. An eight year old for causing damage by throwing stones and setting fire to a shed, and a fourteen year old for pilfering. I want my daughter and son to attend. And I suggest that Livia remains dressed as a boy and John in the girlish attire that you have decreed. And it would do no harm if the younger boy were to accompany them."
"If that is your wish, Mr Arbuthnot."
"It is."
He paused.
"And when you have settled these children down for the night, perhaps you would come and see me in the red drawing room."
He turned and left. I had little idea of the time but, catching a glimpse of Miss Strang's watch, I saw that it was half past nine. It was earlier than I had thought.
Miss Strang then freed John's wrists. This was done with some difficulty, for in his struggling and agony the knots had tightened and hardened, and needed picking apart.
"Get up, John."
She smiled.
"Go and wash your face and then return here to your room."
While we waited Miss Strang wound up the lengths of string and put them in her dress pocket. During this time she said nothing. I stood, aware of my arms still in enforced enfoldment across my chest. When John appeared, she pointed to the floor.
"Kneel for prayers."
John did so with some difficulty. And she placed her hand on his head.
Be merciful to this child, Lord. He has sinned grievously. He has displeased you by his shameful conduct. He is being punished for his sins so that he may be reconciled to you. May he learn from the pain he has undergone and have the courage to face whatever he must endure tomorrow. May he soon come before you with a clean conscience and offer himself not for punishment but for forgiveness. And grant that he may now pass a peaceful and pure night. We ask these things in the name of Jesus Our Great High Priest who ever lives to make intercession for us. Amen.
"And now into bed. And not a murmur from you. And I hope that after the lesson you have been taught you will go straight to sleep. In fact, you will sleep with your hands outside the bed and resting on the top sheet. And if they stray inside and I discover it, you will be soundly whipped. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, Miss Strang."
"Good. Then up you get."
When he was in bed, Miss Strang adjusted his sheets, pulled out his arms so that his hands were outside and tucked him in. She then bent over and kissed him on his forehead.
"Goodnight, John."
She ushered me out and we proceeded to my bedroom.
"Livia, I do not know what your father has in mind for you. Nor for John. But he is clearly most displeased with you. I want you to know that I love you and will support you. But whatever he decides must be endured."
She paused.
"Let us say prayers."
I, too, knelt with difficulty. Miss Strang made no attempt to help me down.
"You cannot put your hands together, but your arms are nicely crossed. That is good enough. Bow your head and eyes shut, please."
I felt her finger lightly stroke my face and then her hand resting on my head.
Merciful God, you see us in our weakness, a weakness that you shared in the incarnation of your Son, Our Lord Jesus Christ. But in sharing our weakness you were without sin, while we are sinners richly deserving of your condemnation. Have mercy upon us and save us.
Save Livia, this child of yours, from every attack of the Evil One. Grant that the fires of lust and sinful longing may not consume her. And that she may sleep peacefully, not resenting the restraint under which she has been placed.
And may the morrow bring blessings upon her and upon us all
We ask this in the name of the Lord Jesus, who bore our sins in his own body on the tree.
Amen.
"Now up into bed. You will sleep in the restraining jacket as you are."
I sat on the bed and swung myself around and then lay on my back. I was naked but for the short jacket, and I could feel the cool air on my legs and thighs. Miss Strang had swept the sheets and blanket to the end of the bed.
"Lie still, Livia. I am just going to fetch something. I shall not be a moment."
I could feel the snake wriggling between my legs. Anxious for attention. I lifted my head and looked at the knobs at each corner of the bed end. I could feel the beat of my heart quicken and my throat tightening at the thought. And then I was overcome with guilt as I remembered Miss Strang's prayer that the fires of lust and sinful longing might not consume me.
I heard Miss Strang's steps in the corridor and as she turned into the room I saw in her hand a length of thin cord. She smiled.
"I am sure, Livia, that God hears our prayers. But he does not expect to have to do all the work. It is our duty, and my duty as your governess, to help bring about what we most desire. And in your case, Livia, it is the wish that you may exercise continence and self-control."
She paused.
"My prayer was that you should not be consumed by the fires of lust and sinful desire. Do you remember?"
I nodded.
"Yes, yes, Miss Strang, I remember."
"But, Livia, I am not confident that those fires will abate of their own accord. I want you to fight them and train your mind to turn to others things when they singe and burn. But you are like a moth eager to embrace the flickering flame. And from that you must be protected."
She passed the cord over my chest and the ends under each arm drawing them through and then securing them to the metal framework of the bed head. Although I was left with some movement, I was unable to turn on my side and could certainly not rise.
"She stroked my head.
"This is for your own good, Livia. Everything is done for your own good. Some girls are as inventive as boys when it comes to masturbation. A girl left to herself, even wearing the little restraining jacket, may find ways to masturbate. I have known girls to stand over a bed knob and rub themselves into a state of illicit excitement. But secured as you are there is no risk of that."
She smiled, and bent down, kissing me on the lips.
"And remember to put on your boy's clothes in the morning."
She turned out the light but left the door ajar.
The desire to stroke myself had waned. The little snake seemed to have slithered back into his den. Soon I fell asleep.
(To be continued)