by Tamsin Taite
“Show me where you think she touched herself,” she heard Mr. Hayes say. Her head came up as she strained to hear the answer, but instead jumped when she felt a mouth close around her nipple, sucking lightly on it. After it left she waited, holding her breath until she heard a swish of air and the tip of the crop landed directly on her wet nipple. It burned and stung, much more so than the ruler had, and Virginia shrieked out.
She had to fight hard to stop herself from reaching forward to try and protect her breasts, but Virginia managed to hold her pose. When her breathing had calmed a bit the mouth, which must have been Emma's, licked and kissed her other nipple, and was soon followed by another blow. Virginia screamed into her gag, wishing she could plead with her tormenters to stop. She didn't know what was worse, having Emma's mouth on her or the strikes of the crop.
Next she felt Emma's breath over her cunny and she braced herself as the maid slowly licked the length of her slit. She did not want to enjoy the sensation, but her apprehension and distaste only increased her arousal, causing her to push her hips forward into Emma's lips. Virginia's legs trembled with the effort of holding herself in position, knowing what was to come. When the crop hit her there she bent forward in pain and rocked her hips back and forth. Virginia had never felt anything so painful before and she wailed and shook for a long while until she could control herself and hold still again.
Emma's hands came to her shoulders and pulled them forward, until they rested on the carpet with Virginia's bottom raised high into the air. She then felt Emma's hands spread her cheeks and a small jolt as Emma kissed the base of the plug, driving it into her a little deeper. The crop hit squarely on the base of the plug and made it vibrate within Virginia, a pleasant relief after the previous blow.
It was a short lived relief though, as Emma forced her cheeks apart again. She brought her mouth back and kissed Virginia twice more, directly at the crease where Emma's bottom joined her left inner thigh and then again on the right side. The two lashes of the crop were given in quick succession as Emma kept her spread open.
When Emma released her after those blows, Virginia writhed on the floor, unable to keep her hands clasped at her back. She didn't dare bring them to rub her injured thighs, but merely clenched them on the carpet as she slid her legs this way and that way in distress. Her punishment was over though and the miserable governess soon felt Mr. Hayes' hands on her, righting her into a kneeling position before he removed her blindfold and gag.
He soothed her and petted her and she cried and apologized, telling him she would never let him down again. When she was calmed enough he stood and looked down at her, his brown eyes reassuring her with the compassion she saw in them.
“I see that it was a mistake to trust your self control,” he said to the sniffling, sorry girl at his feet. “I will send for Dr. Talbot first thing tomorrow, and we shall see what he can recommend in the way of prevention.”
The mention of Dr. Talbot, the man who had started Virginia on the journey that had delivered her here, naked and cropped but still entirely aroused and aching for relief, sent a shiver through her. She couldn't judge whether she feared seeing him again, or welcomed his return. It was a question that still haunted her after Emma had led her back to her bed, and Virginia slipped into a troubled sleep.
This story is continued in The Governess' Position:
“As you can feel,” the tailor informed Mr. Hayes, “her lovely little cunny is encased in metal reinforced leather, so even over the top of it she cannot press it into herself and achieve satisfaction that way. Show him please, Miss.”
Virginia was caught off guard by the request and looked to Mr. Hayes questioningly. He nodded to her, his eyes giving her the encouragement she needed to reach down and touch her mound tentatively.
“None of this namby-pamby nonsense, Ginnie,” said Dr. Talbot, walking over to join the two men in front of her. “You must make a real effort. I would be happy to give you the proper switching your naughty little bottom deserves if I feel you are holding back.”
Out of the corner of her eye Virginia saw Mr. Hayes brow contract into a frown for a moment, but he kept silent.
“Yes, sir. I'm sorry Dr. Talbot,” she answered quickly.
All three men stood closely around her, staring down at her hand. She blushed as she began rubbing against her new drawers with a firmer touch. It was hard and inflexible, forming a convex surface over her womanhood so that no matter how hard she pressed it would not meet her along the center.
“And what if she tries twisting her hips?” Dr. Talbot asked the tailor, adding, “Go ahead Ginnie, move yourself as we have seen you do before.” She hesitantly complied, humping her hips up and down against her hand and twisting to and fro as Dr. Talbot directed. He ordered her into various positions, on all fours on the floor, and then at Emma's suggestion laying on her back as she would be in bed.
It was decided that bending over to watch her progress was too taxing for her audience, so she was made to repeat the poses mounted on Mr. Hayes desk. In between her demonstrations Dr. Talbot would have Mr. Levy take down the drawers so they could judge her level of arousal, for he said it was necessary in order to assure that Virginia was really trying to satisfy herself.
As shaming as it was to display her wetness, Virginia began to await these interludes with something like desire, as they brought her the greatest arousal. Rubbing fruitlessly over the drawers brought her no pleasure, but when she was uncovered, with four sets of eyes peering at her most intimate parts, it sent little shocks of bliss through her quim with no touch necessary. Sometimes one of the men would run a finger against her, driving her excitement higher so that she could no longer keep still, moaning and pressing herself against the invading digit.
When she had first moved like that the men all laughed heartily, making remarks about how much she needed this device, with her shocking lack of self-control. Virginia reddened and her moans were tinged with mortification, but she could not hold herself still as the men began to tease her deliberately, delighted when she began openly pleading for release.
“Have you played monkey in the middle before, Ginnie?” Dr. Talbot asked.
“Yes, sir,” she said, “as a child.”
“Come down here onto the floor, and ask me again to touch you.”
She readily knelt at his feet and opened her light blue eyes wide, as she breathlessly asked the doctor to touch her.
“I cannot reach with you facing me, my dear,” he pointed out.
She swiftly turned and arched her bottom up towards him before asking again. He bent over and made noises as if considering her request, his hands going so far as to caress her bottom cheeks, but he did not move them lower. Finally he said to her, “I do not think I choose to, Ginnie. But perhaps Mr. Hayes will satisfy you.”
Virginia lifted her head and spotted Mr. Hayes a distance away. He nodded to her and said, “Perhaps I can help you,” as Dr. Talbot patted her rear. She needed no further encouragement and scampered across across to the room on her hands and knees before presenting herself to Mr. Hayes in the same manner.
“Please, please, sir, will you caress me,” she pleaded, waving her hips a little from side to side.
Mr. Hayes teased her lightly but she was soon sent crawling, still unsatisfied, to the center of the room where one or the other of the men would call to her and promise her pleasure, sometimes declaring that they had changed their minds before she even reached them, sending her hurrying to another, and sometimes teasing her a bit before sending her on her way. Her inhibitions seemed to have melted away as she entered an almost frenzied state, running from man to man.
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Other stories by Tamsin Taite include:
The Governess' Examination
The Governess' Inspection
The Governess' Position
The Governess' Examination
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sp; Although she's uneasy about the propriety of much of what Dr. Talbot is asking her to do, there's always a sensible explanation for the necessity. And after all, Virginia needs only pass this one final hurdle before she'll begin her new life as a governess, and finally experience the world away from the watchful eye of her spinster great aunt.
But she soon realizes her earlier discomfort is nothing compared to the humiliation she'll feel if it's revealed how much she's enjoying herself, to both the doctor and her great aunt's trusted maid. If only her arousal didn't increase every time she thought about it…
The Governess' Inspection
Virginia finds herself being inspected by Dr. Talbot once again, but this time her future employer, Mr. Hayes, is present as well. As nervous as she is to be strapped down and examined in front of both men, Virginia can't deny that the prospect entices her.
What she's not prepared for are the humiliating and intrusive questions about her nighttime habits, and the requirement that she give the men a demonstration. And that's only the start of their debauched session…
The Governess' Position
After being caught in a compromising position, and then punished by her handsome employer, Mr. Hayes, and his maid Emma, Virginia is further humiliated when she is fitted for special undergarments which prevent her from pleasuring herself. The young governess sinks to an even deeper level of submission as she struggles to obey her depraved masters, no matter how much they tease and torment her.
As she's immersed more and more into a world where sensual pain and pleasure mix freely, her feelings for Mr. Hayes blossom and grow. But Virginia makes a shocking discovery that draws them out of their private world and threatens to tear the two lovers apart.
Table of Contents
Copyright
Virginia's Awakening
In this book
The Governess' Training
Tamsin Taite
The Governess' Examination
The Governess' Inspection
The Governess' Position
