Miss Strang Chapter 6

Miss Strang Chapter 6
By Governess
liviaarbuthnot1@gmail.com

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Chapter 6

I sat on Miss Strang's high stool sobbing.

"Sit up, Livia! I will not have you slouching."

I straightened myself.

"Your face is hot and damp."

Her hand went to her skirt pocket and she took out a small lace handkerchief. It was faintly perfumed.

"Look up, and I will wipe your eyes."

She softly dabbed the handkerchief over my cheeks, drying my eyes and then ran her hand lightly down my face.

"Livia, I would like to tell you that there is no need to punish you further. But I cannot say that. Until you have paid for your sin, there can be no forgiveness. And the only currency that God accepts from a child is the pain that comes through loving chastisement. There is no other way."

She paused.

"Otherwise, you would be left in your sin, Livia. Do you want that?"

Somehow that seemed an inexplicable horror. I saw myself struggling in a mire of clinging mud, being sucked ever downward, fighting and screaming to be rescued.

"No, no, Miss Strang."

She stepped back, raised the tawse and brought its weight swinging down toward my right hand. But I could not bear the bludgeoning. I moved my hand away, and the stroke cut viciously into my thigh. I screamed. Looking down, I watched as a red angry seam appeared on the soft flesh. I could see it visibly growing and swelling before my eyes, a red inflamed stripe.

"Replace your hand immediately, Livia. That stroke will be repeated and an additional one given."

"Please, Miss Strang . . . please I can't keep my hands there. Please . . . please."

Miss Strang looked at me, her brows raised.

"Please, Miss Strang . . please. I am sorry . . . I am so sorry"

"But the time to say sorry has not yet come, Livia. Your punishment is not yet over."

She paused, furrowing her brow.

"But I do not want you to think me uncaring, and unloving."

She went behind her desk and lifted the heavy lid. She took out a reel of tape, the kind that is used to tie loose documents into a bundle, and cut two lengths.

"Hands back on your thighs, please, Livia."

She passed one length of tape under my left thigh and then proceeded to wind it tightly around, and over my wrist, until my hand was secured firmly to my thigh. The same was done for the other hand. It was now impossible for me to interfere with the progress of the punishment.

"This is done as a kindness, Livia. If you were a boy, I would continue to flog you until you yielded to my will."

I was helpless. The tawse was raised and lashed against my small inflamed hands four more times. I hunched over, sinking my head in my lap, rocking back and forth in agony. When I looked up, Miss Strang's lips were compressed but there was a look of quiet satisfaction on her face.

"You may now sit and reflect on why you have been strapped, and you will stay there until I return."

I huddled on the stool and stared at my tortured hands. My fingers were numb but still felt bruised and hurt; and my hands were smarting with a hot burning irritation. Now that the beating was over, I appreciated how tightly my wrists had been bound and I could feel the tape cutting into the soft flesh of my thighs. Soon my back began to ache. I must have been sitting there for almost half an hour before Miss Strang returned.

"Well, Livia, I hope you have learned your lesson."

She had a pair of scissors with which she cut my wrists free. I lowered myself off the stool and such was my relief that I began to cry. I buried my head in the folds of her skirt and sobbed. She bent down and put her arms around me, hugging me to her. Then she took me by the hand and we sat in the armchair and she let me cuddle up beside her.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yes Miss Strang. But my hands still hurt."

"Yes, I am afraid they will hurt for a while. I had to strap them very hard."

I was beginning to feel cold and I pressed closer. She put her arm around me, and ran her hand lightly down my back and then began to caress the soft roundness of my bottom. I could feel the warmth of her hand as it slid over the thin cotton of my nightdress.

"Your hands have been well strapped, Livia."

She paused, continuing to caress my bottom.

"But have you ever been spanked?"

"My mother used to smack me sometimes, but not like the way you spanked John and Simon."

"Well, that is how I always give a spanking. I have found that children respond better to severity than to leniency."

She paused. Her hand was still on my bottom, but she had stopped caressing it.

"And can you think of any reason why you might need such a spanking, Livia?"

I suddenly felt nervous and full of apprehension.

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

She walked over to the schoolroom bookshelf. My eyes followed her and I saw her reach for a leather bound book that I had not noticed before. Beside it was a Bible.

"This, Livia, is the Book of Common Prayer."

She opened it and turned the pages.

"Every Sunday we pray from it, and one of the prayers we repeat is known as the General Confession."

She handed the book to me.

"Read aloud, Livia, where my finger is pointing."

I read.

"We have offended against thy holy laws. We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done. And there is no health in us."

"Good. You read well. Some children of your age stutter and stammer and can hardly get the words out. That was very well done."

I basked in her praise.

"Now Livia, when you went into John's bedroom and uncovered him and ran your hand over his bottom, was that something you had left undone or something that you ought not to have done?"

"I suppose it was something that I ought not to have done."

"Yes, Livia. It certainly was, and the hands that offended have been punished for it."

She paused.

"And when you failed to check on John and Simon and settle them down for the night, what was that? Was it not something you had left undone?"

I hung my head. My throat was dry and my voice almost a whisper.

"Yes, Miss Strang."

"And do you agree that you have been punished for doing what you ought not to have done. That is for interfering with John?"

"Yes, Miss Strang."

"But you have not been punished for leaving undone the task I gave you. That is checking on your brothers and settling them down for the night. Is that not right?"

"I suppose so, Miss Strang."

"There is no suppose about it, Livia. Well, have you been punished for that?"

"No, Miss Strang."

"Then, please fetch the hairbrush."

I left the warmth of her body and crossed to her desk. The wooden floor of the schoolroom was cold to my feet. With some difficulty I picked up the hairbrush for my hands were still clumsy from the strapping. She took it from me, and smacked its hard back against her left palm several times.

"The question is, Livia, do I spank you now or wait until tomorrow, when I will certainly be spanking John for the disgraceful way he tossed his clothes into a heap instead of folding them neatly."

She frowned.

"Being spanked on your bare bottom in front of your brothers would, I think, be a valuable lesson in humility."

"Please Miss Strang . . please, not if front of John and Simon."

"But why not, Livia? Are you too grown up for such a childish punishment? Or as their older sister is it that you want them to look up to you? Or perhaps you think you ought to enjoy special consideration on account of your age?"

She paused. She could see that just the thought of having my bottom bared and spanked in front of John and Simon had made me hot and clammy with shame.

"Well, let me tell you Miss Livia Arbuthnot that when you behave like a thoughtless child you must expect to be punished as one. The idea that you deserve special privileges over your brothers is an affront to common sense and common decency. You arrogantly chose to please yourself rather than do what I told you to do. A sound spanking in front of your brothers will humble you and hopefully bring about a swift improvement in attitude and behaviour."

Again she smacked the back of the hairbrush against her palm.

"I had high expectations of you, Livia, and they have been sadly disappointed."

Tears well up in my eyes.

"You will be spanked before school tomorrow. There will be no concessions and no special privileges. Now go to your bedroom and straight into bed. And turn out the light immediately. You are in disgrace."

I went tearfully to my room. I lay on my stomach and quietly sobbed. My right hand reached back to my bottom. The feel of its soft fullness was somehow immensely consoling. I shivered at the thought of its being shamefully bared and spanked. Then, my other hand crept to my vulva and I pressed down hard and began to move about, comforting myself.

(To be continued)