Miss Strang Chapter 95

By Governess

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Chapter 95

Colonel Massingham smiled.

“Well Rector I have to say that my governess would be in full agreement that a hairbrush alone is quite capable of keeping a boy in order. Until my twelfth birthday – when I had a tutor to prepare me for school – a hairbrush was the sole implement of discipline both for me and for my two younger sisters.

“Our governess was a Miss Reimer. She was a Mennonite from Germany and brought a Teutonic thoroughness to our discipline. Spanking was not simply a means of correcting our behaviour to make it conform to what was desirable. It was an expression of her absolute rule over us. For many children the hairbrush is taken out for punishment and then returned to the drawer, but for us it was an ever present reality. It sat on the hall table and above it was a framed text from the Book of Proverbs in German extolling the virtues of not withholding correction:

Laß nicht ab den Knaben zu züchtigen; denn wenn du ihn mit der Rute haust, so wird man ihn nicht töten.

Du haust ihn mit der Rute; aber du errettest seine Seele vom Tode.

Die Sprüche Salomos

“The cardinal sin for which we were beaten was disobedience. Not disobedience to an abstract rule but disobedience to her word.”

Mr Innes nodded.

“That is an important distinction, Massingham. A law or a rule may be broken or contravened, but only a person can be disobeyed. Disobedience is an act of rebellion by a boy against the authority set over him. A governess rules over her charges, just as God rules over us. Our allegiance is not to some moral code, but to the God and Father of Our Lord Jesus Christ. And what He demands is unquestioning trust and obedience. And that is what a boy owes his governess, and what she should demand. Her word is law simply because she has spoken it; and even if a boy fails to understand the reason for it, he must still obey. And whenever there is a rebellious spirit she must subdue it with the rod and enforce compliance with her determination.”

Colonel Massingham smiled.

“Miss Reimer would certainly have agreed with that, Rector.”

“But tell me Massingham, you say the hairbrush was an ever present reality, but was that because it was a visible presence on the hall table or was there more to it than that?”

“Oh, much more. It was ever present because it was rare for a week to pass without all of us being spanked at least once. My youngest sister, Constance, who was a most wilful child, was often spanked two or even three times a week.

“Any governess will punish an overt act of disobedience, but for Fraülein Reimer the overt act expressed a disdain for authority that lurks in the heart of every child. Far better, she believed, to apply the rod at the first hint of dissension, before a firm intent to sin had been formed. And she was every watchful for such signs. An untoward glance, a tardiness of response, the slightest lack of respect toward an adult, all were clear indications that the rod needed to be applied.

“And her whole polity was to keep us in a state of fearful apprehension. Miss Strang said that while punishment itself must never be in doubt, the suspense of not knowing what implement she would use added a valuable pungency to a boy’s correction. It made him acutely aware he was subject absolutely to her control and determination.”

“But you said, Massingham, that Miss Reimer, unlike Miss Strang, eschewed a variety of implements.”

“Indeed, Rector, but she created apprehension in other ways. Of course, the certainty of punishment itself creates apprehension. And for us, that knowledge was an oppressive cloud that cast a deep shadow over our every day. But that is so for any child under strict discipline. No, her true skill lay in combining that with a lack of clarity as to the timing and severity of punishment. And further, just as a chef adds to a basic ingredient sauces and spices in the preparation of a dish, so did Miss Reimer to the spankings that were the staple constituent of our discipline.”

“Can you give an example, Massingham?”

“Certainly, Thorne.”

“Around the age of nine, my youngest sister, Constance, who was three years my junior, became increasingly sulky and petulant. One afternoon after a particularly bad display of ill-temper, Miss Reimer told her to fetch the hairbrush from the hall table. It was placed on Miss Reimer’s desk, a threatening presence and a promise of suffering to come. At the end of afternoon school, she called Constance out. And taking a length of tape from her desk she tied one end around the stem of the brush and at the other end made a large loop to pass over my sister’s head. She was told she would wear the hairbrush around her neck, until such time as she was spanked for her ill-tempered behaviour.

“After tea, there was another session of school before what Miss Reimer called consolidation work, or what we would call prep, after which we prepared for bed. It was Miss Reimer’s practice to come to each of us in our rooms when we were undressed to say prayers before settling us down for the night. When she entered Constance’s bedroom, I am sure my sister was steeling herself for a spanking. But no. She was told she was to sleep with the hairbrush around her neck.

“You can imagine her lying there with the hardness of the brush pressing against her soft body. Perhaps she ran her hand apprehensively across its smooth wooden back knowing that at a moment of her governess’s choosing it would be agonisingly smacked across the bareness of her bottom.

“The following morning, Miss Reimer announced to my mother – who always took breakfast with us - that steps needed to be taken to secure from her youngest daughter a much greater respect for authority and a more punctual habit of obedience. And that as a first step, immediately after breakfast, she would receive the soundest of spankings. And thereafter be subject to the closest of supervision until the desired improvement was forthcoming.”

“And did your mother approve of Miss Reimer’s methods?”

“Oh yes. Miss Reimer had her full support. I remember my eldest sister, Florence, showing me, much later, the advert that had been placed when a new governess was being sought.

Governess Wanted. Aged between thirty and forty. To train and school two girls of six and seven and a boy of nine. Good disciplinarian with no reservations about the value of corporal correction. References essential. Apply Box 3759

“I am sure my mother questioned her closely about her disciplinary methods before appointing her and I’m equally sure Miss Reimer had no hesitation in providing a full and comprehensive answer that was to my mother’s satisfaction.

“But we digress. Immediately after breakfast we were taken in the usual way to the schoolroom to commence out lessons. When we were seated, Miss Reimer smiled.

‘But first we have something that needs to be done. Is that not right Constance?’

“My sister reddened.

‘Yes Fraülein.’

‘And what is that?’

‘A spanking . . Fraülein.’

‘And which child here is expecting to be spanked?’

‘I . . . I am . . . Fraülein.’

“Miss Reimer nodded, and stepping forward lifted the hairbrush from around her neck.

‘You will be pleased to take off all your clothes.’

“The girls’ spankings were usually given with their dresses pinned up and their knickers taken down. That was shameful enough. But to be devoid of all clothing, naked and shivering! Biting her lip, she handed each garment to Miss Reimer as she slowly divested herself. When she was completely bare, Miss Reimer went to her desk and took out a brown paper parcel.

‘This I collected from Messrs Fenwick yesterday, Constance. For some time now I have been thinking that your behaviour warrants fitting you with a corset. A well-disciplined body is the necessary foundation for good behaviour. At the moment your behaviour is loose and ill-disciplined. A tight corset will not only correct your posture but also your manners.’

“She smiled.

‘Open the parcel.’

“Constance stared at it for a moment and then loosened the string and pulled open the wrapping.

‘Well, take it out, please, and show what you have.’

“It was a small, stiff, heavily boned corset. Clearly designed for a young, immature girl.

‘So raise your arms, and let us see how well it fits.’

“She turned her about, and pulled the corset around each side of her small body.

‘And now let us lace it at the back.’

“She reached into the wrappings and pulled out several lengths of lacing. She selected one, which she proceeded to pass through the eyelets so that when she had finished the ends on both sides were at waist level and ready to be drawn tight. The spare lengths of lacing were consigned to her desk.

‘Stand still, and breath out.’

“With a sharp tug, the lacing and the stiff unyielding bodice tightened around her small body. Another tug and it was tighter still. I could see the look of shock on my sister’s face at the frightening restriction. She fought for breath, but such was the constricting pressure that only the shortest of breaths was possible. It must have seemed she was about to die of suffocation. Miss Reimer stepped back.

‘So, your corset has been fitted and you will wear that day and night for the next two weeks. And if your behaviour has not improved at the end of two weeks, then you will continue to wear it until there is an improvement.’

“She folded her arms and looked at the girl.

‘There is a demon of petulance and ill-temper within you, Mein kleines Mädchen. And as your body is crushed so, too, will the demon be crushed, and finally expelled. In the meantime, there will be no concessions and I will continue to expect from you the highest standard of behaviour and of scholarly attainment. And if that is not forthcoming, you will be punished in the usual way.’

She paused.

‘As you are to be punished now.’

“She smacked the back of the hairbrush several times across her palm. I looked at my sister naked but for the corset. Beneath the constriction of the bodice her buttocks were firm and round.

“Miss Reimer sat on the upright schoolroom chair and beckoned to her. And reluctantly, and breathing in short painful gasps, she went over her governess’s knee. It was dreadful to watch. Each stroke was given with stinging force, smacking down on her firm sensitive bottom and causing her to scream in agony. And as air was forced from her lungs, she thrashed around not only with the smarting pain of the spanking but in a frenzied attempt to draw in breath against the constriction of the corset.

“Although intended to render her submissive, the corset seemed to have the opposite effect, and she was punished several times more during the course of the day. And each time I experienced a breathless excitement at the sight of her small corseted body being spanked to a deep painful crimson.

“When she came down to breakfast the following morning she was pale and anxious. As well she might be, for when she had gone to her bedroom the evening before she had taken a pair of scissors and reaching around had cut the lacing of the corset. Miss Reimer stared at her and, standing up, beckoned to her. A brief examination revealed all too clearly what had happened.

’I trust you agree, Mrs Massingham, that Constance needs to be punished severely for such disobedience, for such flagrant opposition to my word.’

‘I do, Miss Reimer. And as her governess, it is for you to determine her punishment and its severity. But for such defiance I would expect her to be most soundly whipped.’

“Miss Reimer nodded.

‘Go to the schoolroom, child. And I want you standing under the clock with your hands on your head and in a state of complete undress. And see your garments are neatly folded and placed on a chair.’

“I remember my sister turning to my mother and begging that she should not be put back into the corset. But her appeal was fruitless.

‘You have been put into a corset for your own good, Constance. You will do as Fraülein Reimer says. And let there be no more complaining and no more disobedience.’

“When we had finished breakfast, we joined my sister in the schoolroom. The sight of her standing naked awaiting her punishment was deeply affecting. Miss Reimer went over and placed her hand under her chin forcing back her head.

‘You defied me, child. And I have no alternative but to punish you severely.’

“She paused.

‘But first we have to refit your corset.’

“She picked it up and walking to her desk took out a new length of lacing. My sister was quite distraught at the prospect, but Miss Reimer ignored her distress. And I watched as the corset was once more tightened around her small body. Then, in the same provocative half-nakedness as before, she was spanked. Two dozen slow, measured strokes across a rump that was still marked by the previous day’s punishment. But if she thought that was the end of her ordeal, she was swiftly disabused of any such idea.

“Shortly after Miss Reimer’s appointment she had asked Forbes, the gardener and handyman, to place a wooden sawhorse in the schoolroom. It was of the sort used in pairs like trestles to support a plank of wood that is to be cut. It had a flat narrow crosspiece at the top, with two legs splaying out at each end. Halfway down on either side, two substantial struts ran the length of the horse. I must have been about nine at the time, and my two sisters, six and seven.

“And how was it used, Massingham?”

“Well, It was first used on me. Like my youngest sister, I had a temper that from time to time needed to be brought under control. Miss Reimer decided more than spanking was required and after a spanking, she would sit me on the horse and I had to ride it for a period of her determination.”

“A most uncomfortable ride for a small boy, Massingham.”

“Yes, and so it was for my youngest sister as she paid for her effrontery. I can still see her seated on that hard unforgiving crosspiece wearing just the corset. It was agonisingly uncomfortable. To relieve the pressure on the sensitive region between anus and genitals, it was possible to press up with your feet on the struts either side. But with bare feet, and with the muscle strain of standing, you soon sank back into a seated position.”

“I understand that something similar was regularly used during the civil war in America. It was regarded as exceptionally severe and sometimes men were permanently damaged by it. And women, too.”

“So I believe, Thorne. But that was quite different. In riding the rail, as I believe it was called, the crosspiece, or rail, was triangular so that it had a sharp cutting edge. The crosspiece on Miss Reimer’s sawhorse was flat, and although narrow and uncomfortable, offered a good bit of support to a child’s smaller bottom. It was certainly not dangerous.”

“So how long was your sister on the ‘rail’, Massingham?”

“Initially for half an hour. She was then allowed off and had to stand for ten minutes face to the wall, displaying her well spanked bottom, still wearing only her corset. Then it was back on the horse. But this time she was sat near one end and bent forward along the length of the crosspiece with her chest pressing against it. Miss Reimer then secured her firmly in position by running a leather strap around her body and under the ‘rail’, and buckling it tight.”

He paused.

“The sight of my sister in that tight fitting corset, with the firm soft flesh of her buttocks thrust out behind was deeply arousing. I could feel my eleven year old member hardening within my breeches. And when she squirmed and thrashed around as Miss Reimer spanked her thighs, I was beside myself. I was desperate to relieve myself, to stroke and rub my small engorged penis. But for that I had to wait until I was safe in the solitude of my bedroom. And even then I had to be careful not to be discovered by Miss Reimer.”

Mr Thorne smiled.

“Yes, Massingham, I am sure Fraülein Reimer would not have approved of a boy indulging himself in such a way. Did she in fact ever catch you in flagrante delicto?”

“Yes, Thorne. She did. Several times.”

“And?”

“I was severely punished.”

“Is it possible to enquire how?”

There was a pause.

“Yes, Thorne. The first time I was not caught in flagrante but I confess I still burn with shame at the memory. But that is no reason for withholding it. Particularly in present company.”

Mr Thorne nodded appreciatively, and Colonel Massingham continued.

“I discovered the delights of masturbation at an early age. I must have been about nine. I found that if I slid face down off the side of my bed the friction gave a most pleasurable sensation between my legs. It was a small step from that to arousing the feeling by manually handling myself. Of course at that age there was no seminal emission. It must have been about six months after Miss Reimer arrived that one morning at breakfast, as she was buttering her toast, she said almost casually to my mother.

‘Do you know, Mrs Massingham, that your son masturbates.’

My mother frowned.

‘Is this true, Eustace?’

“Although I am sure I’d never heard the word ‘masturbate’, I instinctively knew what was being referred to and I reddened.

‘I . . . I’m not sure, mother. What does it mean?’

“Miss Reimer was swift to reply.

‘It means Eustace that you play with that thing hanging between your legs. You touch it until it thickens and becomes stiff and then you rub it until you throb with sinful pleasure, leaving you empty and exhausted. You know what I am saying?’

“I hung my head. To this day, I have no idea now she knew but she did.

‘Ye . . . yes, Fraülein Reimer’

“My mother shook her head.

‘This is a very serious matter, Eustace. I am sure Fraülein Reimer will be dealing with you most severely.’

“I cannot tell you how utterly debased I felt at this exposure before my mother. A boy rarely feels shame at his wrongdoing and needs the rod to bring home to him the error of his ways. But a boy who abuses himself instinctively knows he is doing wrong and will go to any lengths to keep it secret. He fears the shame of exposure but above all he fears being discovered by his mother. From an early age he has learnt that his mother has inalienable rights over his body; and that in secretly masturbating he is wilfully rejecting her claim over him. But even more, his abuse is a betrayal. It is an act of childish fornication for he knows he is playing her false, choosing self-love over maternal love.

“So, as I was exposed by my governess to my mother, I burnt with a hot and guilty shame. All I could hear for a moment was a terrible throbbing in my ears.

“When breakfast came to an end, Miss Reimer turned to my mother.

‘I trust you are happy for me to deal with Eustace, Mrs Massingham.’

‘Certainly, Fraülein. And what do you propose?”

‘I suggest that before lessons commence he first sits on the schoolroom prügelbank and shows us exactly what he had been doing. After that he will be soundly spanked’

“My mother frowned.

‘Is that appropriate in front of Constance and Lydia, Fraülein?’

‘Both girls are young enough to take no harm from it, Mrs Massingham, and the benefit to Eustace in terms of humbling him in the eyes of his sisters will do nothing but good.’

“My mother nodded her assent.

“In the schoolroom I was made to strip to my under vest and had to sit at one end of the sawhorse facing outward. As I straddled it I felt the hard edges cutting into my thighs and into the inner cheeks of my bottom. Miss Reimer placed her fingers under the small sac of my scrotum, and lifted it.

‘So young man, show us what you have been doing in the secrecy of your bedroom. Come along. Boys, I am told, greatly enjoy doing it, and get great pleasure from it. Is that not so?’

“My mother spoke sharply.

‘Do as Fraülein Reimer says, Eustace.’

“With flaming cheeks, I started to masturbate. I rubbed my small penis and continued rubbing it. But to no effect. In bed it would have quickly grown until it was stiff and the knob free of the foreskin. But under the gaze of Miss Reimer and of my mother and sisters, it remained limp and wilting. I stopped, tearful and ashamed.

‘I . . . I can’t . . . please . . .’

‘What is this nonsense? Please continue. And you will not stop until permission is given.’

“After another five minutes of continual rubbing, I paused sobbing hopelessly.

‘Did I not say you were to continue until I gave permission for you to cease. You are not trying. I will show you.’

“And standing to my right she held my scrotum, squeezing it tightly and with her other hand vigorously rubbed my small flaccid penis until I was crying tears of shame and desperation. She had me straddling the horse for a full half an hour, attempting to bring myself to some sort of an erection. My penis was sore, my thighs aching and the place between the base of my scrotum and anus exquisitely tender.’

He paused.

“And then Miss Reimer and my mother lifted me off the end of the horse and turned me around so that I could be bent forward and secured. And then she spanked me.”

“Perhaps you were fortunate she had no taste for the cane, Massingham.”

“So others thought, Thorne. But I can assure you they were wrong. I was caned at school and I feared it less than Miss Reimer’s hairbrush. She brought that solid wooden back down in vigorous and measured strokes across my exposed bottom. She spanked the crown of the cheeks, the sides of each buttock and also those sensitive inner places stretched open by my shameful positioning. And then she turned her attention to my thighs, spanking first the backs, from the top to the hollow of each knee, and then for good measure the flanks and fronts of each. Oh no, Thorne, a caning would have been a welcome alternative.”

“And you still have no idea how she discovered your guilty secret?”

“No, Rector. But thinking about it, I‘m not sure she discovered anything. It may well have been an accusation without substance - until that substance was supplied by my guilty stammering and reluctant admission.”

“And you said you were caught in flagrante on several occasions.”

“Yes, Thorne. But from then on, Miss Reimer was assiduous not only in her efforts to catch me indulging myself, but also in checking for any signs of masturbation. And I was more often brought before her to be confronted with some evidence of my abuse. Shortly after my initial exposure, I began to have seminal emissions, and they are a trial for a boy trying to hide his perversity from a governess who seems to have more eyes that Argus.”

“And boys can be careless when driven by the urge to masturbate. Would you not agree, Massingham?”

“Yes, Rector. When one of my sisters had been spanked, my thoughts lingered throughout the day on that hairbrush smacking her soft little bottom and rounded thighs. And, then in bed, desperate for relief, I would pleasure myself between the sheets. I kept a piece of rag to catch my spending but often I was careless and some would spill on to my nightshirt. And then after a morning inspection by Miss Reimer, my sin would be discovered and punishment swiftly follow. And always there was the anxiety about where to secrete the rag.”

“And was that ever discovered?”

‘Yes, Thorne, it was. Once I hid it in the corner of a drawer under some clothes. I remember how my heart missed a beat when Miss Reimer questioned me about it. I recall it vividly.

‘Do you recognise this, Eustace?’

“Like all boys I was reluctant to accept the inevitable.

‘No, Fraülein.’

‘But I found it in a drawer in your bedroom. Do you still claim that you know nothing about it?’

“I reddened and squirmed as the net closed around me. She held up the rag.

‘See how it is stained. Having such a thing in your drawer is alone sufficient justification for punishment. But these stains are not ordinary stains, are they, Eustace. I know what they are. And so do you.’

“She paused.

‘So what are they? These stains. How did they come to be on this little piece of cloth?’

“She held it up by the corner as one might hold a dead mouse by the tail.

‘Well?’

“I looked down, suffused with shame and guilt.

‘So! Here is a boy who abuses himself, who seeks to hide his wickedness, and who then lies about it. What do think needs to be done to teach such a boy the error of his ways and to purge his sin?’

“I trembled for Miss Reimer could be extraordinarily inventive when it came to punishing us. The bitter tonic of the hairbrush was all too familiar, but there were other stimulants to good behaviour that from time to time we had to swallow.”

“So what were those, Massingham?”

(to be continued)

(The End)