by Tamsin Taite
In a fog of bliss, Virginia dressed herself with Mr. Hayes help and then slipped through the silent hallways back to her room. There she replayed moments from the past hour as she readied herself for bed, looking forward to what new adventures Mr. Hayes had planned for her next.
Over the next days Virginia slowly adjusted to her new state. She found that being shaved bare down there made her feel as though she were naked, even while fully clothed. Unexpected encounters with other staff members in the hallways often left her breathless and flushed, so that she was sure they must all be talking about what a strange, shy girl she was.
More than a week had passed since Emma first shaved her and in that time Mr. Hayes had not summoned her to meet him. Virginia knew he was a busy man, with important business to fill his days and nights, but still she was saddened at his apparent lack of need for her. Every night he occupied her thoughts and each day she wondered if she would receive a note or personal request from him.
She had been on her way to retire when, passing down the hallway, she was struck by the thought that she was just outside his study. It would be terribly forward and improper of her to enter without permission, but perhaps he was in there right now, lonely and wishing he had sent for her earlier, lamenting that it was too late for them to meet.
Unluckily there was no response to her knocks, neither the soft early ones nor the bolder ones she worked up to. Still she grasped the handle and slowly swung the door open, peeking her head in. A low fire still burnt in the fireplace, but the room was abandoned.
A flash of naughtiness led her to glance in both directions along the hallway, and seeing she was unobserved, slip inside. She told herself there was no harm in it. If discovered she could claim she had just meant to consult about the children and was going to leave Mr. Hayes a note in case she did not see him for a day or two. Certainly a governess might seek out her employer without being suspected of anything, she reasoned.
Still, her logic was belied by the careful way she closed the door, making sure she was as silent as possible. At first she only crept around the room, tiptoeing to the bookcases to inspect the ornaments and books displayed there. Either Mr. Hayes was a well traveled, educated man, or he was a good enough collector of artifacts to make himself appear so.
As she strolled along his shelves, making her way to the mantelpiece, she grew more daring and began to pick up various objects and turn them about in her hand. She thought about what each thing might say about him, about his desires and dreams. It was impossible to avoid sensual reflections as she did so, especially when she pulled out a very strange looking case and found it to be a portfolio filled with shocking prints.
The prints looked foreign to her. Indeed the women, for it was mostly illustrations of women, were decidedly Asian in appearance, their features matching those of the people depicted in one of her illustrated books about foreign missionary work. But their ancestry was of little interest when contrasted with the astounding acts the prints showed.
Many of the women were bound, quite elaborately, sometimes lying alone and other times attended to by men. The women's expressions were often full of lust and desire, with open mouths and glazed eyes. Virginia wondered if that was what she looked like whilst being pleasured.
One print in particular drew her attention. The woman was bound and had objects attached to her nipples, much like the clamps Dr. Talbot had used on Virginia. She paused on this print and brought the portfolio over to the desk, setting it down and then bringing her hands up to caress her own breasts.
She wondered if Mr. Hayes had his own pair of clamps somewhere in the room or if that perversion were particular to the doctor. At the time Dr. Talbot had introduced her to them, Virginia had been horrified by the unexpected pain he'd caused her, but her mind had frequently returned to the sensations she'd felt, and she now believed that if subjected to them again she might enjoy the experience.
Her hands had gotten bolder and more insistent, pulling and tugging at her nipples, though it was nearly impossible to do while wearing a corset. Eager for stimulation she abandoned that tactic and drew up the front of her skirts, resting their volume on the desk in front of her. She reached underneath and loosened her drawers, allowing them to fall to her feet, uncovering her bare cunny.
She had just been shaved that morning by Emma, who had woken her unexpectedly and bade her to strip. The maid had insisted Virginia be completely naked and then had ordered her to hold her legs open as she had done the first time. Virginia had felt that Emma took some liberties in where she touched her, and certainly she hadn't been convinced of the necessity of pumping one of her slim little fingers in and out of Virginia's cunny towards the end of the procedure. But the result was undeniably pleasing to feel now, as Virginia swept her fingers up along her core.
The heat and wetness against her fingers felt soft and sensual, and Virginia found that she was not imagining her hand to belong to Mr. Hayes, she was enjoying the experience of touching herself, of bringing herself pleasure. She braced one hand against the table and rubbed herself harder, playing with her nub generously before delving lower to slowly press into her passage. Her head tipped forward lazily as she fingered herself, clearing her mind of everything but its present bliss until a loud click sounded to her right and she froze.
“Virginia!”
Her legs were partially bent, with two fingers shoved deep inside, as her head snapped up. Mr. Hayes was standing in front of the door, having just closed it behind him. Virginia's mouth formed into a shocked circle and her eyes widened. Her progression to this had been so natural that she'd hardly thought about what she was doing, and certainly not considered any of the larger consequences if she were caught.
“Stop,” said Mr. Hayes firmly when she began pulling her fingers out. She couldn't tell what emotions his eyes held, but his voice chilled her. Frozen in pace like this she began to tremble, both in fear and from the strain on her legs.
“Do not remove your hand,” he said, “and come to the center of the room. Hold your skirts up so I may see what you're about, girl.”
Virginia lifted her skirts up with her free hand and awkwardly took a step back from the desk. Luckily it was only a small one, so she was saved from tripping over her underthings, which were wrapped around her ankles. She wasn't sure what to do and looked up at Mr. Hayes, too ashamed to say anything.
He seemed to understand her pleading look but was in no mood to make things easier on her. “Leave everything as it is,” he ordered.
Virginia saw no choice but to shuffle across the carpet, taking tiny steps so that she would neither trip over her drawers nor dislodge her hand. She knew how ungainly and ridiculous her movements must be, and her face flamed redder with every step. Her only distraction from the shame of the moment were the whirling recriminations she hurled at herself: why had she entered his study without permission, what had made her so bold as to go through his things, and then to start touching herself!
Her eyes were glued to the floor the entire time and she stopped when she had reached the central medallion on the carpet. She did not want to admit it, but she was more aroused than ever; as she walked no matter how still she tried to stay her hand had rubbed in and out against her, adding the the excitement she had built before Mr. Hayes came in and surprised her.
Facing him now she had to fight the urge to continue stroking herself, imagining his shocked look if she were to do so. As the silence dragged on she finally broke and her hand twitched slightly, drawing out a moan from the distressed girl.
“What's this?” asked Mr. Hayes.
“Please, sir,” croaked Virginia in a strained voice, “let me continue.”
Now it was Mr. Hayes' turn to look surprised, although Virginia was too abashed to look up and see. He smiled at the girl's request, but then quickly composed his face into a neutral mask and stroked his chin thoughtfully.
“Perhaps,” he said, drawing out the moment as though he were unconvinced. “But y
“Oh yes sir,” she replied breathlessly, looking up as her rising desire overcame her embarrassment. The mention of punishment brought back all of the memories of Dr. Talbot spanking her, as well as the time he made her pleasure himself in front of both men, and her cunny clenched around her fingers.
“Then do it, show me how filthy you are.”
Virginia immediately collapsed down onto the floor and at first Mr. Hayes worried he had pushed her too far so soon into her employment with him. But she was already working her fingers in and out of her womanhood as she settled onto her back, her bent and spread legs facing him so he could see her clearly.
As she drove her fingers into her quim, the heel of her hand pressed against her nub, massaging it with broad, circular motions. She was so close now that every increase in tension threatened to be the one that sent her over. Her other hand snaked under her bottom and circled her rosebud, smearing her juices around her back entrance. At first she only teased the outside of it but soon she was pressing on its center, and when she finally breached her crinkled opening with her finger, her climax erupted over her, leaving her moaning out and writhing with both holes filled.
Mr. Hayes watched, astonished by such a lusty and uninhibited display. He had been rubbing his member through his pants, but it was over before he'd had a chance to undress far enough to pull himself out. Remembering that his first and most important job he was to punish her, he smoothed out his clothing and waited for Virginia to regain her self-control.
When her spasming had subsided Mr. Hayes walked over and hauled the spent girl to her feet. Though she hadn't forgotten her punishment, her blue eyes were still filled with satisfaction, a fact that pleased him. He had no taste for women who could not embrace pleasure; and if she were amenable to a little pain as well, so much the better.
“You little minx,” he said fondly, before marching her over to the desk. Her drawers were left lying, forgotten in the middle of the floor. Once at the desk he had her bend forward with her forearms resting on its top. Her skirts were pulled up once again and their volume left piled over her lower back. Mr. Hayes rested his hand on her bottom and massaged it lightly, saying, “You will recite this line for me, Miss Ashby: I will not touch my master's property without his permission.”
Ready to prove her obedience Virginia began, “I will not touch…,” when she was interrupted by a smack on her bottom.
“Ouch!” she exclaimed, caught by surprise and losing her place. When she did not begin again after a short pause Mr. Hayes spanked her again and told her to continue.
Virginia was more hesitant this time, and spoke more quietly as she said, “I will not touch…smack…my master's property…smack…without his permission…smack.” At Mr. Hayes' urging she recited it again and again, each time saying the words touch, property, and permission with reluctance as she knew they would be followed with a blow. At first the spanks only stung, but as her bottom heated and grew sore the pain began to burn brighter and last longer.
She kept up her litany even after the first tears came, and she had to time her syllables between sobs. To her surprise, Virginia found that the warmth from her bottom had begun to spread and her pain was tinged with arousal. Her cries of pain slowly changed their tone, until they were closer to moans. In between spanks Mr. Hayes began caressing her bottom, eventually moving his hand lower and finding her wet sex.
“You're insatiable, Miss Ashby,” he said, even has he drove a finger into her tight channel. She moaned in response and he drew his hand back and slapped her hard, where her bottom and thigh met.
“When I speak, I expect an answer,” he informed her.
“Yes, Mr. Hayes,” she said quickly. “I'm sorry, sir.”
“Are you determined to take your pleasure again?” he asked, beginning to tease her cunny again.
“Ooh…oh, sir, only with your permission,” she breathed out with difficulty.
Pleased with her answer he ordered her to keep her head forward as he rummaged through a desk drawer. He drew something out, but Virginia couldn't see what it was from her position.
“Ask me to finish your punishment,” he said, his voice further back from where he'd stood earlier.
Virginia's bottom clenched with fear but after a deep breath she managed to say, “Please punish me, sir.”
A crack rang out as she felt her cheeks blossom with pain. She couldn't keep herself from stamping one of her feet into the floor as she attempted to shake away some of the pain, while still staying bent over the desk. He had hit her with something besides his hand, wooden she thought, and it burned so much more. At the same the tingling between her legs grew stronger.
“Miss Ashby,” Mr. Hayes said, his voice full of warning.
“Please hit me again, sir,” she said with a quavering voice. The next strike made her bounce up onto her toes when it hit, twisting her bottom from side to side against the pain. After she had asked for and received a third blow he stepped close to her wriggling cheeks and rubbed them as she flexed against his hand. He began to work his fingers over her cunny again.
“Now show me how grateful you are for my corrections,” he whispered, bending close to her ear. Already well on her way to completion, it didn't take long before Mr. Hayes brought Virginia to her second climax of the night. As she trembled with pleasure he pressed his erection into her hip, thinking of the joys they would share together soon.
A few short days later Emma delivered a note that instructed Virginia to go to Mr. Hayes' study that evening. Expecting to find him waiting for her, Virginia was surprised when she found herself alone. Wanting to keep clear of any trouble she avoided his bookshelves and paced in front of the fireplace, apprehensive about what the night might hold. The door finally opened and Virginia turned to see Mr. Hayes enter. He smiled at the nervous girl and she immediately felt calmer.
“I see I forgot to give you some important instructions,” he said, advancing into the room. “If you are told to wait for me in my study you should disrobe as soon as you enter. You may wait kneeling in the center of the room.”
Virginia's eyes widened and she bit back a protest. It had been nerve-wracking enough to wait for him entirely clothes, worried about how she might explain her presence here if discovered, but to have gone through the whole ordeal naked seemed impossible.
“After all, you had no difficulties performing lewd acts when you oughtn't have been here,” he added, making her cheeks burn in mortification. She looked at the floor and whispered, “Yes, sir.”
“Good, you may proceed,” he said. He settled into the easy chair by the fireplace, crossing his legs and staring expectantly at the young governess.
Virginia knew she ought to be used to this by now. How many times had she been made to strip in front of others? But it was still difficult to will her fingers to start unbuttoning her jacket. When she had taken off her jacket Mr. Hayes pointed towards a chair at the side of the room, “You may lay it there and then return to the center of the room to continue.”
She did as she was told, next removing her blouse and folding it neatly on her jacket. After she had stepped out of her skirt it became harder to calmly walk to the side of the room with it, dressed as she was in only her underthings, shoes, and stockings. Next came her shoes, and then her stockings, and then her corset, her cheeks heating more with each trip.
When she finally drew her chemise over her head, rendering herself topless before the older man, her hands were trembling noticeably as she placed them on the pile. She looked piteously at Mr. Hayes, longing to ask him if she might take her drawers off as she stood by the side of the room, but his stern face warned her not to.
She walked back to the center of the room with hers eyes firmly downwards. When she stood still and reached for the ribbon at her waistband Mr. Hayes said, “Make it enticing. Beguile me.”
Virginia panicked as she wondered how to follow his orders, but she found as she began to loosen her waistband slowly that once her mind had cleared, her body directed her with its own urges. She rotated slightly, pointing her bottom so Mr. Hayes could view it in three-quarter profile as she slowly lowered her drawers, bending at the knees and waist so that she was pointed in his direction. Before stepping out of her drawers she brought a hand between her legs and arched her back, pushing apart her cunny lips so that he could catch a glimpse of its glistening through her legs.
Then she straightened with her drawers in her hand and peeked back over her shoulder at Mr. Hayes, catching his eyes for a moment before gliding smoothly to the side of the room. He was sitting up straighter in his chair and she felt suffused with pride as she walked, feeling his eyes on her backside. After placing her final garment down neatly she returned to the center of the room and, remembering what he had told her, knelt down with her hands resting on her thighs, facing his chair.
“Well done,” he murmured appreciatively, rising from his seat to cross over to his desk, before returning to stand over her. She saw that he held a long, thin wooden ruler in his hand and her eyes followed it nervously as he circled her. When he stopped again in front of her he tipped it back and brought it up sharply against her defenseless breasts.
“Straighten your back, chest out,” he said, his calm voice cutting through her pained yelp. Virginia sat up straighter and brought her shoulders back, the underside of her left breast stinging from the strike. “Open your knees,” he ordered. She obeyed instantly, hoping to spare herself any other hits.
Unfortunately he deemed her not quite spread enough, so a second hit was delivered to her right breast. It stung terribly and she suddenly realized that this must have been what he used on her when he discovered her in his office the other night. She parted her legs further, straining to display herself obscenely for her employer.
“Lovely,” he said. “This is how I expect to find you next time.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, relieved to have only received two blows.
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