Recollections of a Governess - Part 4
My first situation was with a very strict lady to whom I had been recommended by the Superior of the convent. She had two girls of thirteen and eleven, and a boy of ten years of age. I was only eighteen myself, and the lady's first enquiry was as to my capability of governing the children when unruly, as she wished them to be treated with firmness and just severity. I asked her to give me full control and free permission to use a birch-rod if necessary. This was accorded without hesitation, as her custom was to have the children punished with the twigs for every fault.
In a few days, I had occasion to find fault with the elder girl, and telling her mamma I intended to whip her, I was directed to take a rod from a certain closet, where I found several, steeped in the water contained in a Japanese vase. Selecting a good one, I took the culprit to my room, locked the door, and telling the trembling delinquent I was going to give her a good flogging, ordered her to take off her drawers.
She refused, so laying her on the bed, I turned her clothes up, exposing her handsome lace-trimmed drawers, which, after some struggling, I succeeded in unfastening, and pulling down to the knees. Tying her hands together, I prepared to birch her, and made the rod whistle ominously in the air.
You should have heard how that pretty damsel of thirteen begged and entreated me to spare her, but the more she implored the more determined I was to whip her.
Holding her down on the bed with one hand, I began to use the rod, at first gently, but gradually increasing in violence till she screamed with pain. 
I grew excited, and whipped on, without paying the least attention to her cries, now giving a severe blow on her wealed and crimsoned bottom, and anon making her fairly shriek in agony, as I inflicted some smart lashes, followed by a sharp draw-back twist of the wrist, on her delicate thighs, which I marked beautifully as far as the top of her stockings. Thinking she had now had enough, I let her up, and made her beg my pardon on her knees, and thank me for the wholesome discipline I had been at the trouble of administering. Fastening her drawers, I led her, still weeping, to her mamma, who after examining the damage done, complimented me upon the efficient manner in which I had performed my disagreeable duty, and made the girl take her drawers off, and stand with her face to the wall with her frock and petticoats pinned up behind, as a warning to her brother and sister.
The whole affair had transported me with pleasure. You may depend upon it, birching a nicely dressed girl is very exciting, as the pink plump flesh shows off so much better under the snow-white chemise and pretty drawers than under coarse linen, such as I had hitherto seen at the convent. Then the fine white stockings with rich blue garters and lovely little high boots, adorned in front with a tassle, as was then the fashion - altogether it was an enchanting picture for me, and I thoroughly appreciated all its beauties.
I now felt a desire to have the boy in my power under the rod I wielded with daily increasing ardour, and soon found occasion to punish him. I had whipped plenty of girlish backsides, but never the posteriors of a boy, and I anticipated quite a new pleasure.
I took him to my room, and locking the door carefully, told him to divest himself of his jacket and waistcoat, and let his trousers down. 
He cried a little, and entreated me not to whip him, but he little knew that nothing in the world would have induced me to remit this punishment. He struggled hard when I got hold of him, but my nervous strength was too great for the lad, and I had soon undone his little breeches. Pressing him on to the bed with the left hand, I took the rod between my teeth, and with my right, I pulled his trousers down to his heels. Slowly lifting up his shirt, I now had the bare limbs of the boy before me, and gazed on them awhile with eager eyes. Then I began to whip the hard cheeks of this miniature bottom, while he started screaming and twisting violently. In order to hold him better, I put my left arm round his naked waist, and as he plunged and struggled, my fingers came in contact with his little limp cool toby. I started, and so did the boy, but I tried to hide my excitement by flogging him still harder, which only had the effect, as I intended it should, of bringing my fingers oftener on to the little thing.
Oh! if the boy had only been thirteen or fourteen, how much more I should have enjoyed it. You should have seen how ashamed the little fellow was, and how he blushed every time I threatened him with the rod afterwards, but as that charmed me all the more, I whipped him pretty frequently.
The elder girl had the audacity to tell me shortly afterwards, with a merry laugh, that did not fear my whippings now at all, but that one from her mother was no joke.
"Then, Miss Pert," I said, "you shall feel the effect of a good whipping from me directly!"
Bidding her go and fetch a rod herself, I had her clothes up in a twinkling, opened her drawers and laid on gently. At first she laughed, wriggling and kicking jokingly, all the time exposing herself in a most wanton manner. I saw she was really enjoying the whipping and resolved to take advantage of her feelings, so I made her sit on my knees, and told her to give me a kiss. She threw her arms round my neck, and kissed me ardently, while I put my hands under her clothes, and inside the front of her drawers, gently stroking her plump soft belly, and the top of the little slit below.
As soon as she felt my fingers in the downy plumage, she at once opened her legs, and gently introduced my finger. I skilfully toyed and caressed her, till she was in a state of delirious excitement, and when the climax was approaching, pressed herself madly to me, ejaculating -
"Oh - how - delicious! I - can - bear - it - no longer! I'm going to faint!"
I was no longer mistress of myself, and kissed her madly, pressed my hot tongue into her willing mouth, while she sank down fainting in a transport of bliss.
The next day, no one being at home but our two selves, I put my arm round her waist, and led her to my room, telling her that I was going to give her a more delightful birching than she had experienced the day before, if she would only do exactly as I wanted.
She consented at once, and after stripping her quite naked, I laid her over my knee and birched her gently for at least a quarter of an hour, till she was thoroughly excited, and wanted me to tickle her little "birdie," as I had taught her to call the centre of bliss. But that was just what I wanted to avoid for the nonce, as I had not finished whipping her.
I made her stand up, fastened a book-strap round her waist, and tied her hands firmly to the strap behind her back.
I now gave her a severe cut across the bottom, which made her jump with pain, and run away to the other side of the room. I followed, and giving her another smart stinging blow, made her scream and start off again. And now commenced a race, the pace of which I regulated at will.
There was the hunted victim running and screaming with pain, while I followed, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly, cutting her unmercifully wherever I could, but principally on the bottom and thighs. She tried to ward off the blows by getting behind the furniture, but always unsuccessfully; the panting tormentor making play with the dear instrument through the backs of chairs and behind curtains.
Once she stood with her back to the wall, begging me through her tears and breathless sobs not to be so cruel, and even tried a smile to disarm me. But the view of this pretty girl, naked, helpless, and bound, writhing and crying from the smart of the lashes, and drawing herself close to the wall to save her bottom, was too tempting. It made me tremble with suppressed desire and excitement, and I gave her half a dozen smart flicks on the front of the thighs and the lower part of the belly, just below the navel, making her shriek with pain and jump into the middle of the room, where she doubled herself up, and sank on to the floor in an almost fainting condition.
I laid her on the sofa, and soon brought her round again, but left her hands still fastened, as I was not yet done with my beloved rod. In a quarter of a hour the painful smart of the flogging had given place to a burning glow, and she began to show signs of erotic excitement, by trying to rub her mount against the sofa.
"Don't do that yet, dear," I said, "one thing more, and then you shall find how nicely I can attend to "birdie"."
Seeing me take up the rod again, or rather what was left of it, she prayed me not to birch her any more, but I said that I was only going to give her three or four cuts, and would afterwards reward her for all the pain, but that if she did not submit quietly, I would lash her round the room again.
This threat made her promise obedience, and I caused her to kneel up on the sofa with legs wide apart, head well down, and the low countries in the air. This brought out her bottom into a splendid position, and perfectly exposed her little coral slit. 
I jumped up and got astride her, passing my hand gently down her bottom to her "birdie," and softly separated the lips, toying with them a few moments, to her great delight. Not suspecting what I was about to do, she tried to make her secret charms still more accessible to my hand, as she thought. But seizing this opportunity, I gave her three sharp flicks on the exposed and palpitating lips, not sparing the large ones, while I do believe the little ones must have been touched, she had opened herself so widely. She gave three heartrending shrieks and sank down senseless, all of a heap, upon the couch.
After bringing her round, I laid her on her back with her legs wide-apart, and watched with absorbing interest her wanton and lascivious movements, as she vainly tried to subdue the burning irritation, till bending down, I pressed a glowing kiss on her cruelly inflamed "birdie." She started as if electrified, but I had taken care to leave her hands in the bonds, and in a few minutes, by skilfully twisting the tip of my eager tongue round and round the point of attraction, rendered her almost delirious with lascivious excitement.
Although the climax had been reached, I would not remove my mouth from the sweet and luscious morsel, but continued kissing it, sucking up its lips alternately, pressing it closely with my whole mouth, and darting the tongue in and out, quickly or slowly, as my fancy prompted. I studiously avoided touching the sensitive bud, till my pains were reward[ed] by her asking me to do so.
Thrice I transported her, and countless were the times that I melted away myself. I required nothing from her to allay my feelings; the mere fact of doing what I did, sufficed to satisfy me entirely.
