Miss Strang Chapter 31
By Governess
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Copyright 2009 by Governess, all rights reserved

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Chapter 31

Miss Strang looked at Simon not unkindly.

"Simon, do you recall my spanking you yesterday for disobeying my instruction to stand still by the counter in Mr Harker's shop? I am sure you do."

He looked down at his bare feet.

"Yes, Miss Strang."

"And am I to conclude that you learnt nothing from that?"

"Please, Miss Strang. I am sorry."

"I am sure you are, Simon. All small boys are sorry when they are caught in disobedience and are about to be punished. But small boys need so to fear the consequences of disobedience that they choose to obey rather than disobey. The spanking I gave you yesterday was clearly not severe enough."

She paused frowning at him. He hung his head. Tears were welling up in his eyes.

"Stand facing the wall by the clock and I will deal with you in a moment."

She propelled him towards the wall and, placing her hand behind his head, pressed him firmly forward.

"And I want that nose kept against the wall, Simon."

She turned to John still seated on the chamber pot.

"Stand up, John. And put your hands by your sides."

He rose stiffly. Miss Strang walked over and lifted his cotton vest, rucking it up and hoisting it over his shoulders. Although the nettles had stung only his buttocks, the tops of his thighs and his genitals, from his twitching and shivering you would have thought that tiny ants were running all over his body.

"Stop wriggling. And put your hands behind your head."

She reached down and pinched the loose skin of his little circumcised penis and held it up, as one might hold up a dead mouse. It was red and sore, and had small white raised lumps on it. His scrotum, too, must have been painfully burning and irritating, although this was less obvious. She stretched out his penis.

"And do you think you will be playing with this in bed tonight, John?"

His head was hung in utter, abject shame. He said nothing.

Miss Strang knew that to exercise complete control over a boy there must be no secret place into which he might retreat. Nowhere for him to hide outside her knowledge or governance. His choices must be constrained by her determination, and he must live and move only within the ambit of her will. The exposure of John's bedtime sin gave her especial pleasure. She had invaded territory that he had thought secure. She had asserted her ownership of that most intimate part of his body. And she had imposed upon him an abstinence that in the days ahead he would find increasingly insupportable.

"So John, I ask you again, will you be playing with this in bed tonight?"

She closed her hand around both penis and scrotum and gently squeezed them, asserting her right to control and limit his enjoyment. He gasped.

"No . . . no, Miss Strang."

"Good. But as a further encouragement to self-control, your hands will be strapped before bed tonight. You have that to look forward to"

She squeezed a little more tightly.

"And do you promise never to masturbate again?"

"Yes, yes . . . I promise."

She smiled, knowing that the promise even if given in good faith would almost certainly not be kept. That this small nine year old boy on the brink of puberty, would soon find it even more difficult to maintain the chastity that she demanded of him. And that soon the telltale stains of ejaculation would make detection easier and his punishment more certain.

She stood without speaking for a moment.

"And do not think that you will be able to masturbate in secret, John. I have long experience of small boys and their ways. I can assure you that you will be discovered . . . and punished."

She released him from her grasp.

"Gather up your garments, take them to your room, and dress in suitable clothes for outdoors. You may then go into the grounds and amuse yourself as best you can. Quickly now."

When he had gone, she turned to me.

Livia, please will you go to the washroom. You will find there a round ironstone wash basin and jug. Please fill the jug with cold water and bring both to me here in the schoolroom. Take Simon with you. It will be too much for one person."

When we returned Miss Strang was sitting at her desk.

"Put the basin down to the left of my desk. And, Livia, fill it with water from the jug."

She indicated with her thumb and forefinger how deep she wanted it.

"Simon come here."

He went reluctantly and stood before her.

"You went into the stream when I had expressly forbidden it. Is that right?"

He was nibbling his lower lip, clearly nervous about what was to transpire.

"Yes, Miss Strang."

"And you did that fully clothed and with your shoes and socks on. Is that right?"

"Ye . . . yes, Miss Strang."

"And do you agree that it is foolish to paddle in water wearing socks and shoes? And that if a boy wants to play in water then he ought to take off all his clothes, just as he would for a bath?"

She raised her eyebrows questioningly, waiting.

"Yes, Miss Strang."

"Well you can take off your clothes now. All of them."

He hesitated.

"It would be best to do as I ask."

Slowly he undressed, placing his clothes, without being told, on the top of his desk. He stood before her vulnerable and completely naked.

"And now you will stand in the wash basin. It is now half past three. You can stand there, in disgrace, until five o'clock. This is a lesson to teach obedience. That when I tell you to do something, you do it. And it will provide further training in staying where you have been told to stay. I am shocked that after a sound spanking, and time on the leash, you should disobey in such a manner."

He stepped into the basin and stood there, naked and ashamed.

"And this is merely training, Simon. It is not punishment. That will follow later. And as a spanking failed to provide the necessary incentive to obedience, you may expect something considerably more severe. Now, Livia and I are going downstairs to have tea on the terrace. You will remain standing in the basin. And if when I return I find any dampness around the basin, any sign of footprints on the surrounding floor, your punishment will be doubled. Is that understood?"

She waited.

"Yes, Miss Strang."

"Come Livia. Let us see what Mrs Mountfield has provided for our tea."

As we left the schoolroom, I glanced at Simon. He looked bereft and desolate. Anyone seeing him would be in no doubt that here was a boy in the deepest disgrace awaiting punishment. I was sure, too, that by five o'clock he would be desperate to be released from the standing posture he was having to maintain for the next hour and a half. I felt sorry for him. But was aware, too, that I was already anticipating the punishment he was to receive at Miss Strang's hands, and curious about the form that would take.

"Now I intend to read Livia. And I suggest that you catch up with your diary. You can fetch that while I collect the book from my room."

When we arrived on the terrace, Mrs Mountfield had placed a teapot with its cosy on the table, together with a plate of cakes covered by a glass dome.

"Well, this looks very welcoming, Livia."

She poured me a cup of tea and handed me a plate. When the cakes were offered I selected one of the iced ones. We sat there reading. In the distance I could see John playing by the edge of the wood. From time to time he would tug at a trouser leg and wriggle uncomfortably, as though trying to separate himself from the clothing that rubbed and irritated his flesh. I glanced at Miss Strang.

"Miss Strang, may I ask you something?"

"Of course, Livia."

"How long with John go on feeling the stinging of the nettles?"

"Well, as they are fresh, spring nettles generously covered with stinging hairs, both on the backs of the leaves and on the stems, I would expect his bottom to itch and smart for a considerable time yet. He will be very uncomfortable tonight and for most of tomorrow. And may still itch and irritate a little the next day, too. He is going to find it difficult to sit still in church in the morning, but I will insist upon it."

She smiled.

"Now get on with your diary. Livia. I am sure there is a great deal to record."

We sat together until shortly before five o'clock. Miss Strang looked at the watch that was pinned to her dress.

"Well we had better go and check on Simon, and I must administer the punishment that he so sorely needs. I am most displeased with him."

"How are you going to punish him, Miss Strang?"

"That you will see for yourself, Livia."

When we arrived in the schoolroom, Simon was still standing in the basin. He looked pale and exhausted, and was shifting his weight from one foot to another. Clearly he had heeded Miss Strang's warning and the only dampness evident was on his face.

"Livia, fetch a large towel, please."

When I returned I was told to lay it out beside the basin.

"Now Simon, please remember you are in disgrace. You will not speak unless spoken to and even then you will not reply unless I give you permission. Step out of the basin and stand on the towel. Step up and down and get the wet off your feet. Now walk to the armchair."

He crossed to the chair but still left small damp footprints on the wooden schoolroom floor.

"Climb up and kneel in the chair. That is right. On the cushion where people sit. Now face the left arm and bend forward over it."

I was surprised at this for I had expected him to have to stand on the floor and bend forward over the other arm for a sound caning.

"And now stretch out your legs so that your feet are resting on the other arm behind you."

He was now stretched across the seat with his body partially over one arm and his feet extended over the other behind him. She adjusted him to her satisfaction, pulling him forward a little so that his ankles were supported by the arm, the damp soles of his feet facing up. She went over to her desk, lifted it, and took out the tawse. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck move as she smiled and smacked the leather tails across her palm. I knew that she was going to beat his feet.

She looked at me.

"And now Livia, I want you to run down to the kitchen and ask Mrs Mountfield whether she can spare Mary for a little while. And at the same time ask her whether we may have an early supper shortly before six."

I felt immediately resentful that Mary was going to share in Simon's punishment As we climbed the stairs on our return to the schoolroom, she asked what it was that Miss Strang wanted. I remember my saying, rather peevishly, that I had no idea.

"Now Mary, although Livia would normally assist me, today I need an older girl who is a little taller. In any case, it will do Livia good to watch Simon's punishment and learn from it rather than participate in it."

She turned to me.

"Do you understand, Livia? You look resentful. I hope that is not the case."

"No, no, Miss Strang. I do understand."

"Good. I hope that is true."

"Now Mary, would you please stand by Simon's head. I want you to pull up your dress a little and straddle his head between your legs, and hold it between your thighs. That is right. Now when I tell you I want you to reach across and place one hand on his back and with the other be prepared to hold him firmly by an ankle and bend it back towards you. Is that understood?"

Mary's reply sounded rather breathless.

"Yes, Miss Strang."

I looked hard at her and could see that she was finding the task arousing. Miss Strang was right. With my height, it would have been difficult to have restrained Simon's head between my legs, but I envied Mary nonetheless. And I wondered what Miss Strang had meant by saying that she wanted me to learn from Simon's punishment. Suddenly I felt a little nervous.

(To be continued)