Recollections of a Governess - Part 5
I got tired of the country, and left for London with a good written character, and promises of glowing praise if I should ever require references.
After I had exhausted the sights and shops of the metropolis, I got several good situations, but left them all, as they were not what I wanted.
At last I was offered a situation by a lady who was housekeeper to a rich old gentleman, who by chance had seen me in one of my former places, and as she informed me after much guarded conversation, had taken a fancy to me.
This person, a Frenchwoman, Mimi Dubois, by name, told me that her master was very eccentric. I pressed her for details, and at last she unbosomed herself and plainly told me that I should have naught else to do but perform the part of a little child, and she would be my governess, as she was that of the old gentleman for several hours every day.
I must, of course, submit myself to be whipped or punished in any way she thought fit, and as often and as severely as she liked.
The old gentleman was very fond of being whipped with a birch, and found great amusement in seeing a young, healthy girl well brushed. I was expected to "play school" with him and assist Madame Dubois in whipping and exciting him, and to occasionally submit to all sorts of humiliations and punishments to gratify the peculiar fancies of the aged maniac. If I agreed, my salary would be a most brilliant one.
I did not know at first what to say, but was soon persuaded by insinuating Mimi, and made an appointment with her to come to my lodging the next day to ascertain for herself if I was possessed of such charms as were particularly valued by her strange master. She came punctually, made herself at home, and began to examine my teeth, then my breasts, and lifting up my clothes made me strand as straight and erect as I could, looking at my calves, my thighs, belly, and downy pussey, which she found highly satisfactory.
"Now for the principal thing - the bottom!" And she told me to lie down on my face on the sofa, and let her examine it. She turned up my petticoats, and opening my drawers, exclaimed -
"Excellent, my dear, excellent! I never saw such a beautiful round bottom before; just what my master likes. Oh! if I had a rod here, wouldn't I make it dance and caper!"
And she could not resist giving me a good slapping, 
which I dare not resist, although she hurt me very much, especially with her rings. But she compensated me for the pain by putting her hand between my legs and tickling my excited pussey so deliciously that I sank down on the sofa, emitting most profusely over her caressing fingers and into my clean drawers, which I had put on in anticipation of her visit and examination.
All this was very wrong, but Mary, dear, let me impress upon you how difficult it is to try and change one's nature. I could no longer prevent myself itching for birching joys and triumphant games afterwards, than the old gentleman who was going to engage me could escape himself from the empire his manias exercised over him. No one could behave more respectably than me; no one could exercise more restraint over themselves than I did, but there were certain diversions, innocent enough in their effects, that I secretly enjoyed. I liked the stage, first for the ballet, for I was a great lover of feminine beauty, and when the principal danseuse would advance to the footlights and bowing to the applause of the audience, bend down so that her bosom was fully exposed, my heart would beat as if I was a man.
This taste did not prevent me closely watching the male performers through my glass, and I would eagerly scrutinise that swelling on the left thigh that looks so tempting when they wear boots and breeches, or in their gaily coloured hose.
A fellow-teacher coldly dispelled my illusions one night, when we were both seated in the front row of the Drury Lane pit, by informing me that actors usually put a couple of pocket handkerchiefs there, to purposely draw the attention of the female spectators.
The contact of men, I also liked, as they would press against me while waiting at theatre doors, or in omnibuses, and my greatest delight was when looking in a shop some man would come behind me, and whisper the greatest indecencies down my ear. I would move on indignantly, and even threaten the more tenacious with the usual policeman, but I enjoyed it all the same. Another pleasure was when returning from the theatre, to remark the tricks of the fallen women who throng the streets, and if I could only catch some of the conversation, and overhear from time to time an indecent proposal, or unblushing offer of their charms, I was happy.
Many a time I fell asleep, my hand between my thighs, murmuring what I had heard, such as -
"Do come, ducky, and see me home! I've got such nice bubbies. Charley, dear, I haven't had a man for a fortnight; I feel so lewd. I'll show you some pretty pictures. Come down the court, and you shall feel my pussey!"
Still you know, Mary, I was what is called an honest woman, and, physically, a virgin; but in spite of my rigorous observance of all conventional morality, I was a downright rake at heart. And how many ladies are there who are like what I was at that time? It is the fault of our nerves, nothing more, and if I did not become like one of the painted women who walked the London thoroughfares at night, it was because my convent teaching enabled me to satisfy myself in so many different ways and last, but not least, because my early education was sound. Heaven help the poor girl who knows not how to read or write!
But, to return to Mimi Dubois. She came for me next day, and took me to the old gentleman's home - a palatial mansion in a central square. The ensuing three or four days were occupied in getting my costumes ready. During this period the French housekeeper birched me several times, making me lie in such a position that I could finger her at the same time, and she always flogged me until the desired end was attained, cutting me more and more severely as the climax approached.
On the fifth day my duties with my master, Mr. Hay, commenced. I was dressed in a short frock of white piqué, trimmed with embroidery. It was cut very low in the neck, and very short in front, with a long waist, that was encircled with a broad sash of coloured satin to match a ribbon in my flowing hair. I had short socks and a pair of children's shoes. The underclothing was the handsomest I had ever seen up till then, consisting of two petticoats, one of cambric, with several flounces, and the other of satin, trimmed with real lace. My chemise was cut like a heart, front and back, and the two shoulder-straps were made with button and buttonhole, so that if unfastened the shift fell at once to the heels. Some of the chemises were of soft foulard of the finest quality, and others of the most delicate handmade batiste, and trimmed with old Valenciennes lace and Venice point, for Mr. Hay was a great collector of ancient lace, and merchants bought for him in all parts of the world. The drawers matched the different chemises, but always showed some six or eight inches below the frock and fitted very tightly.
Thus attired, Madame Dubois led me by the hand to a room, fitted up as a nursery, with toys, low chairs, and even a very high fender round the fireplace, to prevent the "children" falling into the fire! On the walls were pictures and coloured engravings representing scenes recalling the games of childhood, boys at school, babies pretending to be "grandpapa," little girls frightened by big dogs, etc.
Mr. Hay, dressed like a little boy of ten, but in a costume recalling the grotesque fashion in which the rising generation went to church in the early part of the century, was seated in a high chair, pretending to read a spelling-book, while in one hand he held a large wooden soldier.
"Now, Charles," said the governess, "here is your little schoolmate, who I hope you will treat kindly. Have you learnt your lesson?"
"I've not got it quite by heart yet, please madam," said the old gentleman, dropping his toy.
"Not done yet!" cried the governess, pretending to be in a passion, "wait, you little rascal, I'll teach you to be industrious."
She took a large rod, and seizing her pupil, laid him across her lap, and pulled his trousers down. Then she commenced to whip him most vigorously.
Although prepared to be surprised, Mary I was quite astounded! He behaved just like a little boy, cried, entreated, and twisted his body about in all directions, occasionally showing his small mark of manhood; which, at first hardly to be seen, grew gradually bigger and bigger, and at last, under a skilful and well timed caress of the part of Dubois, discharged with a couple of feeble jerks a small quantity of thin milk and watery fluid.
After allowing him time to recover from the enervating effects of the emission, she pushed him off her knee, and told him to fasten his trousers up. Then, turning to me, she said -
"Mind what you are about, too, for I don't stand upon much ceremony with little girls. Those short petticoats are soon turned up and the little drawers opened. Now the lesson."
I was seated close to my companion, who left me no peace, squeezing my breasts, and putting his hand under my petticoats until, mindful of the part I was paid to perform, I slapped his face smartly. He pretended to cry, and told the governess that I had hit him for nothing.
"I'll teach you to be so free with your hands then, miss," said Madame, taking up the rod.
She made me get up, laid me across her knees, and turned my petticoats up.
Then with a fresh rod, which was rather thicker and heavier, than I had been used to - she was about to lay on, when Charles, his face beaming with delight, called out;
"Oh, Madame, you have not opened her drawers; allow me to do it for you."
"Very well, Charles; pull them wide apart, then stand with your face to the wall, for it is not proper for you to look at a young lady's bottom."
He did it well enough, taking care as he fumbled about my posteriors, to poke a couple of fingers up my cunt.
"Now, face about, Charles."
"Shan't, I mean to have a good look, even if I get punished for it."
"Then, stand off, sir, or you will get the twigs in your eye; I'll see you get your deserts, sir."
Madame Dubois had an awfully heavy hand; every cut of that big birch made me feel as if I was being cut to pieces - my screams and yells gained no pity, but after being under the hottest possible rain of blows, for about five minutes, which seemed quite an hour of torment, she let me down.
This done, she made an excuse, that she was quite ill and upset by our conduct, and begging us to be good, left the room, promising to return as soon as she felt better.
"Hurrah-hurrah"; shouted Charles.
"Now you shall be served out; I know you will enjoy seeing her whack me. Now I mean to have a good look at your bottom, and see if she's really whealed it properly: then after giving it a good slap or two, I shan't mind how she pickles me."
"Indeed you won't, Master Charles, touch me if you dare, sir;" I replied.
His only answer was to rush at me, and after an ineffectual struggle on my part, he got me face downwards, on the hearthrug; tearing at my clothes, ruining the beautiful lace, as I resisted his efforts to look at my poor bottom; but, he was too strong, my drawers were soon in tatters, and he had my well scored buttockes fully exposed.
Slap-slap-slap-slap; his hand fell four times, on the already sore flesh, which I knew was trickling with blood. The sight of the ruby, ensanguined weals, seemed to drive him into a frenzy of passion. "Oh, the lovely blood stains; I must taste them."
Then I felt his tongue licking my bottom all over; but; oh, horror, he was biting me making his teeth meet. I kicked and screamed frantically, his ferocious bites going on all the while. "Help! Murder! Help! My God Help!" - till at last Madame rushed into the room and pulled him off. This was my last sceance in Mr. Hay's house; Madame did all she could to persuade me to stay, but in vain; no money would pay me for being bitten like that.
So after being in bed for a week, I left that mansion, with a big sum as compensation and certainly draw the line at having my bum masticated in future.
