Miss Strang Chapter 25
By Governess
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Copyright 2009 by Governess, all rights reserved

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Chapter 25

I looked down at Simon. He had made no attempt to eat or drink. Miss Strang looked down, too.

"Simon, I want to see you eating your supper. You remember what happened to John this morning when he refused to eat."

"But Miss Strang, I can't."

She spoke sharply.

"Nonsense. You are not trying."

She pursed her lips for a moment.

"But perhaps you are worried about getting food on your shirt. Eating like a little puppy dog is bound to be a messy business. You had better take off your shirt and vest. Livia, help Simon to undress."

"Please, Miss Strang. No. I don't want my clothes off. No, please."

"Simon, you will remove your clothes and that is the end of the matter. Please co-operate with Livia and let us have no more foolishness. Kneel up straight."

I took hold of the bottom of his shirt and eased it up and over his head. Then I did the same with his vest. He began to cry.

Miss Strang smiled.

"One naked little puppy dog ready for his supper. Now down on your hands and knees and put your face into the plate and eat."

Simon knelt over the enamel plate and bent his head forward. His recently spanked bottom was thrust up, red and sore. He lowered his face into his food, pushing out his lips and trying to pick up the pieces of meat that Miss Strang had helpfully cut up. I could see that it was far from easy.

"Please Miss Strang. I can't."

I watched as Miss Strang walked across to the schoolroom. I heard the rattle of the cane as she picked it up from her desk. She stood over the naked boy, resting the cane on his back. She moved it forward until the tip was pointing into the base of his little neck. She slowly depressed it, forcing him yet further forward.

"'Can't' is not a word I wish to hear from a child. Now eat what has been set before you."

Slowly and laboriously he consumed the food. After ten minutes of concerted effort the plate was almost empty.

"And now lick it clean. Let us see that little pink tongue do some work, shall we."

"He licked diligently, aware that Miss Strang was still standing over him with the cane in her hand. From time to time she would tap it against his bottom, sometimes letting the tip rest between his buttocks.

The door creaked open and Mary entered.

"I have come to clear the table, Miss Strang."

"Thank you, Mary. As you can see Simon has been eating his food off the plate you so kindly brought up. And to make it easier for him, he has had all his clothes removed. If you wait a moment you can collect his plate, too. He is just licking it clean like a little puppy dog. After that he will be going back on the lead."

Mary was wide-eyed at the sight of this seven year old boy, his spanked bottom jutting into the air, subserviently licking a plate clean on the floor. She blushed prettily. And yet I could detect her breathless excitement at seeing Simon being disciplined in this way.

"Well, Mary. I think you had better clear the plates or Mrs Mountfield will be wondering where you are."

Mary gave a little frown but continued with her chore and then left with the loaded tray to the kitchen.

"Livia, please would you fetch a damp sponge and towel and wipe Simon's face for him. Then put on his vest and shirt, but leave off his trousers and pants."

When that had been done, we all returned to the schoolroom. Simon was made to sit beside Miss Strang's desk and the leash was again attached to the hook.

"And now as I told you I am going to provide each of you with a set of rules. This will tell you what I expect from you and will list behaviour that will certainly incur punishment. You will each make two copies. One will be pinned up here in the schoolroom, and the other in your bedroom. Is that clear? Are there an questions?"

None of us spoke.

"Good. Many of the rules will be the same for all of you. A few however will be your own rules that others will not have. I will dictate the common rules first and then, to each of you, your own particular rules. This is not a formal dictation and there will be no penalty for wrong spellings. However, at the end you will each bring me what you have written for correction. You will then copy it out perfectly and make the two copies. And I will expect each of you to learn the rules by heart."

She paused and looked at us.

"Is that understood?"

"Yes, Miss Strang."

"Good. Then let us begin."

She handed to Simon his grey exercise book and a pencil. He had to kneel on his hands and knees and rest the book on the floor. She then dictated slowly and clearly. I still have the rules I copied out on that day so many years ago. The paper is now faded and torn at the edges, but can still be read.

Livia will be obedient at all times.

Livia will never answer back.

Livia will be polite and respectful at all times.

Livia will always be honest and truthful

Livia will be diligent and work hard at her lessons

Livia will do any chore she is set, willingly and with a good grace.

These rules were common to all of us. However, for me, Miss Strang added two further rules.

Livia will act only with my authority in any matter relating to the discipline of her brothers.

Livia will not harbour resentment in her heart.

As I took these rules down and copied them out, I felt a tingle of apprehension pass through me. For I knew that what were exhortations to good behaviour could soon become an indictment against me and a reason for punishment. At the end, was added

If any of these rules are broken, then Livia's punishment will be decided and administered by her governess.

A similar conclusion was provided for John and Simon.

John's specific rules were twofold.

John will make an effort to write neatly and tidily

John will be humble, and considerate at all times

And for Simon, she added,

Simon will not interfere with things that belong to another.

Simon will not go where he is forbidden.

However, for my brothers a rule was added that made me feel distinctly uneasy. She called John out and made him stand in front of her.

"John. slip your braces off, please. And now drop you trousers. And lower your pants."

He stood covered in embarrassment, his little nine year old genitals clearly visible under the front of his shirt. Miss Strang reached out and removed the peg from his tongue. She picked up the cane and with its tip lifted up his shirt.

"Hold your shirt up, John."

Obediently he grasped it. She gently tapped the side of his little scrotum. There was a sharp intake of breath. Then, with the tip of the cane she lifted his penis.

"And what do you call this, John?"

There was a long pause. He began to cry.

"John, there is no need to cry. It is a simple question."

She sent a little tremor down the cane, and spoke gently but insistently.

"What do you call this?"

"It . . . it's . . . it's my winkie, Miss Strang."

And do you ever play with your winkie, John?"

A look of deep confusion passed across his face. It was obvious to me that he did. And almost certainly obvious to Miss Strang.

"I . . . I am not sure what you mean, Miss Strang."

"Oh, come now, John, I think you do."

He hung his head, overwhelmed by guilt and shame.

She spoke gently.

"John, I am waiting for an answer. Do you ever play with your winkie? Do you ever touch it at times other than when you pass water? Well? Do you?"

There was a pause as she waited. He was utterly mortified and his eyes had the hopeless, glazed stare of a boy who knows it is pointless to dissemble.

"Yes . . . Miss Strang."

(To be continued)