A Governess Knows Best

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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, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now. * * * * *

A Governess Knows Best

Difficult teenage son?

Mature, strict English Governess offers
disciplinary therapy for wayward young gentlemen.
Behaviour modification achieved through the
employment of traditional corrective techniques.

Please contact Mrs Ruth Tarrant. Box 9034

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Barely a year after Robert Sharpe’s mother died in a car accident his father married an extremely rich widow. Tragically, three months later his father died himself of a heart attack. Fourteen year old Robert went to live with his new stepmother in her large Victorian home outside London. Although he had all the comforts he could possibly wish for, the house was isolated and he was lonely. His stepmother spent a lot of time travelling and he was often left behind.

In the spring of the following year Robert’s stepmother went away for an extended Easter break. The staff also left for a holiday. Robert was not entirely alone, however, because his stepmother had answered an advertisement in one of her magazines and engaged a Governess, Mrs. Ruth Tarrant, a mature and experienced professional who, his stepmother said, would take good care of him. Mrs Tarrant would be bringing her own domestic servant, a lady called Mrs Stokes, who would cook and clean the house. Mrs. Tarrant would see to all Robert’s other needs in person…..

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Three days later……

Robert knew he was in trouble when Mrs. Tarrant entered his bedroom. Earlier that morning she had caught him masturbating for the fourth time. She had warned Robert the previous day that such behaviour would be dealt with most severely. For this latest naughtiness she had sent him to his room and instructed him to take all his clothes off and await his punishment.

This was the first time Robert would see his Governess in what she called her “Discipline Costume”. Ruth Tarrant always dressed to emphasise her authority. She was also a strong believer in punishing her young gentlemen sans clothing. A naked, embarrassed and humiliated young man, she had found, was so much easier to control and educate.

Although in her early fifties, Ruth Tarrant had retained her looks and figure. Robert had never seen a woman look both so forbidding and so glamorous. He was awestruck by her stern beauty. Mrs. Tarrant’s collar length grey hair was immaculately styled and she wore as usual her heavy make-up. Thick black mascara, eye liner and deep red shiny lipstick accentuated his Governess’s sharp, almost slavic features.

Ruth’s “Discipline Costume” was a fetish ensemble in black latex. Black latex brassiere, panties and garter belt, black stockings, and black patent mules with five inch stiletto heels. To administer the punishment Ruth had donned her tight, calf length, halter neck black latex apron and her shoulder length black latex gloves.

The moment he heard the crisp sound of his Governess’s stiletto heels approaching his room Robert held his breath. He was naked as instructed.

Ruth swept in, brisk, business-like, shiny and slick in black rubber. She seated herself in the straight backed “punishment chair” which she had moved into in Robert’s bedroom. “I’ll have you kneeling Master Robert if you please. On your knees for Madam! We shall begin your discipline with a little instruction in obedience. Madam would like her high heeled shoes kissed! At once, Master Robert. At once!”

The clipped, stern voice. It sounded as though Mrs. Tarrant was asking Robert to tie his shoe laces rather than prepare for a painful lesson in sexual correction. Although spellbound by Ruth’s sexually provocative costume, Robert immediately did as he was told, recognising the natural command in his Governess' voice and dropping to his knees and pressing his lips to the gleaming black patent leather of her high heeled mules. His heart pounding, he was pleased, not to say overjoyed to do so.

Ruth noted that her latex and heels had brought about the desired and expected response from her young charge: a steely hard erection.

“Kneel up Master Robert!” A pregnant pause. “Now, you have been with me for only three days. In that time I have caught you playing with yourself four times. I have caught you masturbating. And, I see you have become hard and stiff again."

"So what are we to do about this little problem of yours Master Robert? Should your Governess be having to deal with this naughtiness? Well, should she Master Robert?”

“No Madam.”

“No indeed Master Robert. No indeed. So, I shall have to punish you. Your Stepmother warned me that I might have to teach you some manners; that you might need to be taught how to control these distasteful... urges of yours. Evidently, she was correct. I was right to bring my rubber “Discipline Costume” with me wasn’t I Master Robert?”

“Yes Madam.”

“Yes indeed. I will not have you playing with yourself. Do you understand young man?”

“Yes Madam. I’m sorry Madam. I have been trying, but......”

“But what?”

“It’s when I think about you Madam. I, I, I can’t help it Madam. I get stiff Madam. It just happens.”

“Oh it just happens does it? It just happens when you think about your Governess does it? Do you think that this excuses your vile behaviour? Well, do you?”

“No Madam, I don’t think that. I’m sorry Madam. I’m really sorry. I’ll try to be good Madam, honestly I will.”

“I’m sure you will try to be good Master Robert. You will try very, very hard. Because for the next three weeks I shall have you all to myself. And I shall use that time to educate you. I will teach you how to control yourself. And by the time your stepmother returns from her holiday you will be a perfectly behaved young gentleman. You will have impeccable manners and you will not play with yourself, however strong the desire. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Madam."

“And do you know how I shall educate you Master Robert?”

“No Madam.”

“I shall put you across my knee and spank you.” Ruth smoothed the long, shiny gloves up her arms. “Yes, Master Robert, Madam knows that there is only one reliable method to teach a young gentleman how to behave and that is to spank him. I have given you fair warning. I shall put on my long gloves – yes, I am wearing them, Madam's long, shiny, black rubber gloves! I shall put on my latex gloves and my rubber apron, put you across my knee and spank you.”

“Furthermore, until your stepmother returns you will not leave this house. You will remain naked at all times so that I can see if you are aroused and have been playing with yourself."

“And since I have no doubt that over the coming weeks you will be spending a considerable amount of time across my knee, I shall put my ordinary clothes away. From now on I shall wear my Discipline Costume when I am with you so that I shall be ready to put you across my knee and spank you when you are a naughty boy.”

“Do I make myself clear?!!!”

“Yes Madam.”

“Good. However, I see that I have caused you to get all stiff again you naughty little boy!. It’s so difficult isn’t it? Never mind, Madam will teach you. Let us begin your education.”

“Come here Master Robert. That's right, close to Madam so that I can hold you. Now, bend over my knee. Yes, across my rubber apron. Don't worry about your stiffness, your Governess will attend to that later. Let's have that little bottom of yours nicely positioned. Good. Very good." Ruth placed her left hand on the back of Robert's neck, pressing down slightly. Then she laid her right hand on his virginal, tight bottom, savouring the contrast of black rubber against white flesh and the thought of the spanking to come.

Robert lay across the cool, shiny rubber of Ruth's apron. His mouth was dry and he could feel his heart palpitating. But his erection was if anything harder, pressing against the latex. It was a heady mixture of fear and arousal.

“Yes, Master Robert, I can feel your stiffness against my leg. So, while I’m spanking you, I should like you to try to control your arousal.”

Robert could feel the clips of his Governess’ garter belt through the thin latex of her apron. The rubber felt cold against his stomach. Robert willingly surrendered his bottom to the tender mercies of his Governess. As he lay awaiting his punishment his eyes were fixed on Ruth’s beautiful high heeled mules. There was no way he could, or wanted to control his arousal.

Robert’s reverie was interrupted by the sound of Ruth’s latex clad palm as it cracked against his bottom. He felt a sharp spasm of pain ......

SPANK!

And again.......

SPANK!

A third stroke.......

SPANK!

And a fourth......

SPANK!

“Aaaaah!”

At the first gasp of pain Ruth paused to admire her handiwork. Her latex covered palm had already begun to redden Robert’s tender virginal white buttocks and the imprint of her fingers could be seen white against the surrounding flesh. She could hear a pitiful whimpering, but smiled as she felt the boy’s erection hard against her thigh. For Ruth there were few pleasures sweeter than administering a traditional over the knee spanking in full discipline costume. Dressed in tight rubber, stockings and her favourite stiletto heeled mules Ruth liked nothing better than having a submissive young gentleman stark naked, and across her knee with his erect penis pulsing against her thigh – very pleasant indeed. Ruth smiled to herself. She was going to enjoy the next three weeks and so, if she was not mistaken, was her pupil.

Robert also savoured the moment. The sensation of the cool latex against his stomach and penis as she adjusted his position ..... the crack of rubber against his soft flesh as Governess resumed her work. This was heaven.

SPANK!

SPANK!

Robert’s penis began to weep with pre-cum.

SPANK!

“Are you looking at your Governess’ high heeled shoes child?”

SPANK!
SPANK!

“Answer me boy!”

“Yes Madam. Th....Th...They’re v..v..very beautiful Madam.”

Ruth relaxed. “Aren’t they just. They are elegant mules, in black patent leather with five inch stiletto heels. I bought them in Paris Master Robert. They cost £350, were hand made and they are exquisite.”

SPANK!

“And what do you think when you see your Governess in her high heels child?”

“I...I...I...I....”

SPANK!
SPANK!

“Come along Master Robert. I know all your naughty secrets. Tell Madam what you are thinking about.”

SPANK!
SPANK!

SPANK! “Come along boy!!”

Twenty years of administering corporal punishment to young boys had made Ruth an expert spanker. She had known within twenty minutes of meeting him that Robert was a natural submissive and a fetishist. Robert, like most well bred young masochists, was a slave to high heels. Ruth knew she needed only to wear her stiletto heeled mules to be guaranteed Robert's obedience, devotion and arousal. However, his arousal would need to be controlled; such urges needed to be disciplined. Such a sweet boy.

“I’m waiting boy.” Ruth’s voice was stern. “Perhaps you need a little encouragement to tell Madam your secrets.”

SPANK!
SPANK!

When it came, Robert’s confession was precisely the stream of erotic fantasy and desire that Ruth expected.

“I think about you Madam and I get hard when I see you in your black apron and long gloves. And then.... I want to lie across your shiny rubber apron like I am now and look at your shoes and I want you to spank me Madam…..

“…….And then I want to kneel at your feet Madam and thank you for punishing me by kissing your high heels.....and lick and kiss and kiss them.”

“I’m sorry Madam. I’m sorry, I just can’t stop it, I get stiff and.....I’m sorry. I just want to kiss your shoes Madam. Madam, please forgive me.”

“There, there, Master Robert” soothed Ruth. “That’s better isn’t it? Telling Madam helps doesn’t it?” Ruth paused for her comforting words to take effect. She sensed the young man’s body become slightly less tense. “Listen to Madam, Robert. You have to understand that there is nothing wrong with your penis becoming aroused and stiff when you see me in my rubber apron and high heels. On the contrary, your Governess takes it as a compliment when you become hard.”

“Nor,” Ruth continued, “should you feel that there is anything wrong in wanting me to spank you or wanting to kneel down and kiss my high heeled shoes. As I shall teach you, kissing a Lady’s shoes is a very appropriate way for a young gentleman to show respect. Madam likes having her high heels kissed. In fact, as you saw, when I wear my Discipline Costume I expect to have them kissed."

“As for enjoying being put across my knee and spanked, I have instructed many young gentlemen who were, and still are, sexually aroused by discipline. If you are erect when I punish you and enjoy being punished, this will make the next three weeks enjoyable for both of us.”

Ruth’s voice then took a firmer tone.

“However, there is a difference between getting hard and erect, which is charming, and playing with yourself, which is not. Playing with yourself might feel nice but it is naughty. And naughtiness needs to be punished. This is important Master Robert. Your Stepmother engaged me precisely because she did not wish this masturbation of yours to get out of hand. It is your Governess' task to teach you how to control yourself.”

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Madam.”

“Good. Very good. Now, I’d like you to climb off my lap, kneel before me, kiss my high heels and thank me for your punishment.”

Robert slowly lifted his body from the latex apron, his still erect penis trailing a string of sticky semen. His bottom felt on fire as he knelt before his Governess but Robert quickly pressed his lips to the black leather of her mules.

After two or three minutes of devoted kissing and still with his eyes downcast, Robert raised his head and looked Ruth in the eye. “Thank you for spanking me Governess. I was very naughty to play with myself and needed to be punished.”

“I can honestly say, Master Robert, that it was a pleasure to spank you.” Ruth’s voice was warm. “It is extremely pleasant to meet a young gentleman who appreciates the need for discipline and self-control.”

“And, as you accepted your punishment so well, I shall allow you release. No, not in that way. There will be no scuttling off into dirty little corners. From now on you will only climax in my presence. So, we shall go to the bathroom.”

Ruth took her young charge by the hand and led him to one of the spotless white bathrooms. A large mirror had been positioned in front of the sunken bath. “Hands by your sides please!” Robert obeyed and Ruth stood behind him. As he looked in the mirror Robert both saw and felt his Governess’ latex gloved hand take his penis and begin to rub it.

As he melted into ecstasy Ruth Tarrant continued his education.

“To know pleasure you need to know pain. To know pleasure you need to understand your place. And your place is on your knees and kissing Governess’s high heels. Isn’t it child?”

“Y..Y...Yes Madam.”

“And if you forget your place. If you do not obey or if you displease your Governess, your place will be naked across her rubber apron. And once across her rubber apron your Governess will punish you. Your Governess will spank you until you learn your place, which is on your knees and kissing Governess’s...........high............heeled..............mules!”

“A-a-a-a-a-a-aghhhh!” Robert’s semen shot into the bath as he climaxed. He felt physically drained and embarrassed. But Ruth knew that this was a crucial point in his training. The brisk voice returned.

“Clean up your mess young man. Quickly please, and I’ll have you back in your room and on your knees. Hurry along child!” Ruth’s stiletto heels clicked on the marble tiled floor as she left the bathroom.

Soon Robert was kneeling before his Governess once more, tenderly kissing her mules.

“Thank you Madam, thank you so much, that was wonderful.”

“It was an important lesson for you Master Robert. To obtain pleasure it is first necessary to learn obedience. When I discipline you it is to teach you obedience and self control. If you are obedient then I may allow you to climax. But you will only climax in my presence, is that understood?”

“Yes Madam.”

“Very well, we shall see. Now, let me see your bottom.” Robert turned. Now the punishment was over and his sexual feelings satisfied, his bottom felt decidedly sore. “Very pretty,” Governess Tarrant commented, amused at the precision of her handiwork. “You really do have a very sweet little bottom Master Robert. It’s almost a shame to have marked it. But, if we are to eradicate your naughtiness Madam has to spank you. ‘Naughty boys need their bottoms spanked don’t they Master Robert?”

“Yes Madam.”

“Yes indeed. But they also need some cream on their bottom afterwards. Otherwise they won’t be able to receive further punishment will they? And we cannot have that.” Ruth had brought in a large tub of white cream and, having removed her long gloves, took Robert across her knee once more and smeared some of it on his bottom. The cream was wonderfully cool and soothing and Robert began to enjoy the feeling of his Governess’s hands on his bottom. His pleasure was short lived.

"On your knees Master Robert. On your knees and kiss my high heels."

Robert needed no encouragement.

After five minute Ruth's voice pierced Robert's reverie.

“Run along Master Robert, tea is in twenty minutes and we mustn’t keep Mrs Stokes waiting.” And with that Governess Tarrant left the room.

Robert sat for at least ten minutes trying to make sense of what had happened. Governess Tarrant was not only indulging his sexual fantasies, she was positively encouraging them. Why? Had his stepmother planned all this? The questions went round and round in Robert’s brain as he washed and made his way, still naked, to the dining room.

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