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Story: Oh! Governess! (F/M spank enem)

"She was an enema nurse before she became a governess," Shandra said,
referring to Governess Clarissa.  "You know what that means - every
time she's going to discipline you, it's two quarts of warm and
sudsy...  and it all goes in without stopping.  Then it's another two
quarts of rinse.  And you'd better do everything she tells you, or she
adds a lot to your spanking." 

Shandra, who was a year or two older than me, filled me in on the
house rules.  I was new to the arrangement, and she had been there for
a couple of months.  Governess Clarissa was one of many women in the
area who agreed to supervise one or two students who had shown
academic promise, and had either gotten into some trouble, or had some
self-discipline problems which threatened their success.

I came to regard Shandra as an insolent girl.  I could see why she was
here, although she probably could not.  She was accustomed to getting
her way by being attractive, and she was.  Long dark brown hair, a
pleasant smile when she bestowed it on others, beautiful pale skin,
and large eyes.  Her somewhat nasal voice, while at times whiny, had a
sensual sound to it.

Governess Clarissa, on the other hand, had a quiet authority about
her, and almost always spoke softly.  A woman in her mid to late
twenties, her forehead and face showed a few wrinkle lines, and her
brown hair framed her face nicely.  She was slender, and of medium
height.

My first meeting with Clarissa was memorable.  She sat me down and,
with penetrating eyes, told me about living there.  She made it clear
that she was to be addressed only as Governess, and detailed the house
rules.  Then the subject got around to discipline.

"Once a week," she said, "and more often if necessary, I will review
your behavior and if you need help improving I'll give you some
motivation.  I trust Shandra will give you some information on that.
Keep in mind that during those motivational sessions, I expect you to
do as I tell you."  Her smile conveyed that she really did care about
improving those in her charge.

Our motivational sessions were usually held on Saturdays, since they
required a fair amount of time.  I remember my first one.  Shandra got
it first.  That morning Governess Clarissa told her to be at the
'administration room', as she called it, at 2:30 in the afternoon.
"And you, Rick, are to present yourself there at 3:30."

The administration room was upstairs in Clarissa's house, and when
Shandra went up there I made a point of hanging around at the bottom
of the stairs in hope of hearing some of her session.  I was delighted
that Governess Clarissa did not close the door to the administration
room, although I could not distinctly hear the conversation.

With some trepidation, along with a persistent erection, I listened.
After a few minutes I heard Shandra moaning. "Uhhhhhh! Owwwww!
Governess, please!..."

I gathered she was receiving her enema.  A while later I heard similar
protests, and gathered that she was getting her rinsing enema.

I waited a long while and then heard Governess' voice, then a loud
whack.  A few seconds later, another whack.  Then another.  Shandra
chimed in with her sexy, nasal voice as the whacks continued.
"Ahhhhhh...   Ahhh-ahhhhhh...   Ahhhhh!"  My erection throbbed inside
my trousers as I imagined Shandra taking the paddle.  At the same
time, my fear increased as I visualized Shandra at the bottom of the
stairs, listening to my forthcoming punishment less than an hour from
now.

She must have taken about twenty five or thirty whacks with the
paddle.  From the sound of them , I knew they weren't love taps, but
real physical discipline.

A few moments later Shandra shakily came down the stairs, her face
flushed and her eyes wet.  She walked past me without saying anything,
and obviously knew that I heard her being punished.

Ten minutes later I walked up the stairs for my first appointment in
the administration room.  Governess was standing at her desk, and told
me to come in.

"The first thing you must do when you come here," she began, "is
remove all your clothing.  Without being told to.  Go ahead, now."

With trembling hands I completely undressed in front of my governess,
and looked to her for more direction.

"When you have removed your clothing, get into position for your
enema.  Again, you are to do this without being asked to.  Come over
here and get down on your hands and knees...  Yes, like that.  Now put
your forehead down until it contacts the carpet...  All the way down
now.  Yes.  Now you are positioned for your enema.  I want you to keep
your head down like that while the enema goes in, and while you hold
it.  You are required to retain your enema for about five minutes.  I
will then tell you when you may get up to expel.  Today I have already
prepared your first of two enemas for you.  Other times, you might
have to wait in that position while I prepare it."

A moment later she returned with a very full red enema bag with a
douche nozzle on its hose.  The nozzle glistened with its lubricant.
I gasped as she gently but firmly inserted it.

"When you feel cramping, rock back and forth.  The cramps shouldn't
last longer than ten to twenty seconds each."

I heard a click, and the warm soapsuds solution started to course into
me.  After a few seconds, I felt extremely full, yet the liquid
continued to intrude.

"Governess, I -"

"That's normal, Rick.  Start rocking back and forth.  You're going to
take the whole thing."

I did as she suggested, and eventually the cramping diminished.  A new
cramp gripped me.

"Oh! Governess!"

She said nothing, and the enema continued to fill me up.

"Uhhhhhhh!  Ohhhhhhh!  Governess, please!"  I heard myself echoing
Shandra's words.

"Keep your head down!" Governess ordered.

I struggled, panted, and groaned.  Governess removed the nozzle, and I
felt extremely full.  

During the retention period, between cramps, Governess talked about
why I was there and asked various questions.  Most of my answers were
"I don't know, Governess," and "Yes, Governess," and "No, Governess."

The five minutes of retention seemed much longer, and I finally got
precious relief.  I was then in the enema position for my rinsing one,
which was a little easier to take, although I still had to retain it
for five minutes before I got rid of it.

Governess told me to take a quick shower afterward, and to present
myself to her when I had done that.

After my shower I went back into the administration room.  Then
Governess, with a ceremonious flair, rolled up the sleeve on her right
arm, and picked up the paddle.  It was about a foot and a half long,
made with hard wood, and had some holes drilled in it.

"Bend over the desk, Rick.  Grasp the other end and don't let go until
I tell you.  Five extra every time you get out of position."

The first swat reverberated through the room.  The second swat came
soon after, and added considerably to the hot sensation on my
buttocks.  I gripped the desk harder and gritted my teeth.  I cried
out with the third swat and could not keep from twisting and writhing.
Each succeeding swat added to the intense burning sensation on my
backside.  As she went on, my outcries became more urgent.  I pleaded.
I kicked my legs and writhed.  She kept on.  I could stand it no
longer and I stood up.

"Get back over there!  You've just earned extra."

With new resolve, and a blazing hind end, I bent over again.
Governess resumed my paddling, and I resumed my kicking, pleading, and
twisting.  When she stopped, I stayed bent over.  She gave a minute or
so to recover, and then said, "Now I'll give you your five extra for
getting out of position.  It may be difficult, but I expect you to
stay in position for these as well."

Governess delivered the extra swats with all her strength, and I
unabashedly cried out with an anguished "Auhhhhhhhhh!" with each one.

"You may get dressed now," she calmly stated.

Shandra smiled knowingly when I gingerly walked past her once I got
downstairs.

That night in bed, while still feeling the soreness from my paddling,
I could not get to sleep as I fantasized about Shandra getting her
enema and paddling.  I brought myself to an intense ejaculation, and
only then got to sleep.

The following several weeks went much like the first one, with the
exception that I followed Governess Clarissa's directive about
removing all my clothes and assuming the enema position without being
told.  The paddlings varied in severity, depending on what the week's
accumulation of demerits from school or from behavior at home.  During
one severe paddling I got out of position despite my best efforts, and
had to take extra swats.  

There were a few times when Governess used leather straps.  She also
warned that some day, she would use switches on us.  After a couple of
months there, there was one week when Shandra and I both had earned
severe punishment.  The punishment day was most memorable, as were the
following weeks.

Around mid-afternoon, Governess told both of us to go up to the
administration room and remove all our clothing.  We looked at her
questioningly.

"Go on, before I decide to add to your punishment!"

We hurried upstairs and looked sheepishly at each other as we both
removed our clothes.  I became embarrassed as I could not keep my
erection from prominently showing.  A few moments later Governess
entered the administration room.

"Shandra, you're getting your enemas first.  Get in position."

Although she was mortified at the thought of getting her enema and
punishment in front of me, she complied.  The sight of the naked
Shandra on her hands and knees with her ass high up did nothing to
assuage the erection that I could not hide.  Governess prepared her
enema, inserted the nozzle, and started the flow.  Shandra made an
erotic spectacle of herself with the expressions on her face, her
moaning, and her twisting and writhing as the soapsuds solution
relentlessly entered her.  During the retention period in which
Governess conducted her 'motivational questioning', neither Shandra
nor Governess Clarissa mentioned exactly the nature of what she did to
earn this severe punishment.  Governess referred to it 'the breast
thing'.  Shandra choked out her answers, which were strikingly similar
to mine: Yes, Governess; No, Governess; and I don't know, Governess.

She allowed Shandra up, and waited until she had taken the rinsing
enema and had cleaned up before she prepared my soapsuds enema.  It
was my turn to be in the enema position, take the nozzle, struggle
with the nonstop flow, and offer my answers to her questioning during
the interminable retention period, and come back for a second dose.

After I got rid of the enemas and cleaned up, Governess mentioned that
she would paddle me first, and told me to assume the position.  The
paddling progressed as always - with my astonishment at how much it
hurt, along with my kicking and dancing, and my "Oh! Governess,
please!" cries. The only difference is that this paddling was longer
than the others, probably consisting of nearly fifty strokes.  It was
a wonder that I didn't get out of position and earn more.

I stood and watched while Shandra got hers.  She got thirty hard
swats, and carried on much as I did.  I had to admit a certain
satisfaction at seeing her butt get thoroughly reddened, and watching
her smooth pale legs kick.

Governess allowed her a few minutes to recover, and then ominously
said, "Shandra, please step to the center of the room here."  She
produced some leather wrist cuffs joined by a short length of heavy
chain, and secured them on her.  Then she got a length of nylon rope,
threaded it through a sturdy hook in the ceiling, through the wrist
cuffs, and hoisted Shandra's bound wrists high above her head.  This
caused her firm breasts to jut forward.

"Rick," Governess directed, "stand immediately behind Shandra... get
right up against her... that's right, now put your arms around her
waist... no, like you're hugging her... yes, that's it.  Now I want
you to hold on to her so that she can't turn around.  Hold on very
tight."

"Shandra," she continued, "I thought long and hard about how to punish
you today.  Since breasts were the focus of your misbehavior, it's
only fitting that they should be the focus of some of the punishment.
Because of your insolence about the breast thing, you are to be
whipped on the bare breasts with a switch!"

"No, Governess!  Please no!  Please! Oh, Governess!"

"My decision is not subject to appeal, young lady.  Rick, you'll need
to hold her steady with your body.  Hold on tight.  I'll get the
switch."

There was a tall slender vase in one corner of the room, which had
escaped my notice.  Governess Clarissa pulled out a switch from the
vase and whipped it through the air a few times.

"These switches have been soaking in a brine solution for several
days," she commented while the switch made a fearful sound cutting
through the air.  Since I pressed the front of my body against the
back of Shandra's, my member had become nestled vertically along her
butt crack.  It was firming up, and I hoped that Shandra would not
notice, although I suspected she knew.

Governess stood in front and to one side of Shandra, pressed her lips
together, and whipped the switch across both her breasts.  Shandra's
head jerked backward, her whole body jumped, and she let out an
open-mouthed yell.  I tightened my grip around her waist and hugged
her firmly against me.  The switch struck again, and I restrained her
as she ferociously attempted to wiggle from side to side as she
yelled.  Again and again, Governess whipped the switch across
Shandra's bare breasts.  I was aware that my erection, snuggled
between her nether cheeks, was now ragingly hard, and her squirming
only served to further stimulate me.  

Governess picked up the pace of her switching, and Shandra's squirming
became more pronounced.  I was completely helpless to refrain from
being erotically aroused, and the feeling of her nether cheeks
writhing and twisting, with my boner lodged between them, was too
much, and I felt jets of hot semen spurt forth.  I closed my eyes.  My
knees buckled somewhat, and I grasped Shandra's waist even more
tightly until my ejaculatory paroxysms subsided.

Governess finally stopped and discarded the switch.  She told me to
let go, and released the bindings.

Governess told Shandra to go ahead and sit down, and then squatted
down where the punished girl had stood, wiped her finger on a puddle
of creamy white liquid, looked up at me and said, "Rick?"

I knew there was no denying what happened, and I didn't say anything.
A few stringy droplets were hanging from my member, and I just looked
down.  Shandra had been too preoccupied at the time to know that I
profusely ejaculated while holding her, but as she saw Governess'
interaction with me, she surmised what had happened.

"I know I need not say more about this, Rick, except that I'm now
going to give YOUR naughty bottom a good switching, and let Shandra
observe from whatever part of the room she chooses.  Present yourself
for punishment, NOW!"

My mouth was dry, and after seeing what the switch did to Shandra, I
was almost in a panic.  Knowing there was no escape, I meekly bent
over the desk and grasped the opposite edge.

"Shandra, you may observe from wherever you'd like," Governess said as
she obtained a fresh brine-soaked switch.  I cringed when she whipped
it through the air, knowing that it would soon be striating my bare
bottom.

"I suggest that you don't let go or get out of position, Rick.  I'm
going to switch you until this switch is worn out.  If you get out of
position, I'll use a second one on you.  Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Governess," I squeaked.

Shandra stood behind me to watch.  Governess commenced the switching,
giving an energetic stinging stroke about once per second.  I squirmed
and writhed from the start.

"OW! ... Oh! Governess!  ... Please! ... Oh God!  ... Mercy! ... No!
... Governess! ... Please! ... Oh, Governess! ... Ahhhhh! -"

"KEEP YOUR FEET ON THE FLOOR, RICK!" she scolded.

She resumed the awful switching, and I made a determined effort to
avoid kicking my legs, and probably compensated by increased twisting
and writhing.

"Ahhhh! ... Governess! ... Please!  ... OH GOVERNESS! ..."

On and on it went, and Governess Clarissa mercilessly switched me.
She paid no heed to my most urgent pleading.  I knew that I absolutely
had to keep my grip on the other edge of the desk, so I wouldn't get a
second switching.

After what seemed an eternity, she stopped, and told us the session
was over, and that we could get dressed.  She also asked that Shandra
stay so that she could talk to her.

The next day, Governess Clarissa announced to us that she had a family
emergency and that she was going to be gone for a period of ten days
to two weeks, and that she was leaving right away.

"Since you both are college age, I hope I can trust you to conduct
yourselves accordingly.  Shandra, you will be in charge of the
household in my absence.  Rick, I want you to regard Shandra as YOUR
governess during that time.  You are to follow her instructions as if
it were me.  Shandra, you may NOT administer discipline to Rick, and
you must not abuse your position.  I believe I will know if you do,
and the consequences of that would be especially severe.  You can keep
a written record of events, and I'll go over them with you when I get
back."

While Shandra's eyes lit up at the news of her position of authority,
she was clearly disappointed at being told not to discipline me.

A few hours later, when Governess Clarissa left the house, Shandra
came up to me and said, "Now that I'm in charge, you are to address me
only by the title 'Governess'.  Do that, and we'll likely get along
well.  Is that clear?"

I knew I had no choice, so I whispered, "Yes...  Governess."

"Good - now come with me," she ordered.  She turned around and I
followed her to her room.

"Take all your clothes off.  Right now!"

I suspiciously eyed her as I removed my clothes.

"On the bed now, on your tummy.  I want to put some lotion where she
switched you."

I was surprised when Shandra gently massaged my punished nether
cheeks.  My suspicion vanished, and her hands felt good; I couldn't
help voicing my pleasure: "Oh... Governess...  mmmmmmmm, oh yes,
Governess."

Then she had me turn over.

"You know why she switched you, don't you?" she asked.

"Y-y-yessss, I think so..."

"Tell me!"

"Uhm, well, it's because I - I, uh, ejaculated."

"You ejaculated... when?!"

"Uhm, when Governess was switching you."

"When she was switching me where?"

"On the breasts."

"So that turned you on, seeing me switched?!"

"I couldn't help it..."

"Well," Shandra interrupted, "It turned me on no end seeing YOU get
switched!  The way you kicked your legs and danced when she whipped
you.  I loved how you wiggled and gyrated your ass, it's like you were
asking for it."

She paused, and lightly stroked my face with her hand, then continued.

"I'd like to see you dance and wiggle like that some more.  I wish I
could give you the switchings.  I have some ideas of how I'd like to
have you in different positions when I SWITCH YOU, and SWITCH YOU, and
SWITCH YOU, to see you twist and gyrate!"

Shandra came closer, and whispered, "I got a couple hours of pleasure
last night thinking about your switching.  You know what I mean, don't
you?"

I felt myself becoming erect.

"Yes, governess," I smiled.

"In fact, just seeing the switch marks on you does something for
me..."  She got up and cast off her panties, and sat on the edge of
the bed.  "Get up, and kneel in front of me."

I knelt before her spread legs and caught sight of her dark-haired
pussy.  "Kiss me and lick me there, and don't stop until I tell you!"

While I inhaled the musky scent of her sex, I kissed, licked, and
sucked on her through several orgasms.  All the while, my boner was
erect and hard.

"That wasn't too bad," she said.  "Maybe I'll have you do that more
often - like every day. It's great for stress relief.  Stand up now."
She got the bottle of lotion and a hand towel, poured a generous
amount into her hand, and massaged my throbbing erection until I
spurted into the towel.

For the following several days, Shandra had me satisfy her orally, and
followed each session by quickly hand-jobbing me.  I carefully
observed her and listened to her closely as she fantasized out loud of
her desire to give me enemas and administer switchings.  I did this
for a reason.

Friday, however, she didn't, and although I did not ask her why, she
offered no explanation.

During that night, I was startled awake by Shandra's presence in my
room.  She was sitting on the bedside when I awoke, and she looked
agitated.  She wore a top and shorts pajama set.

"I can't sleep, Rick," she stated.  "I can't stop thinking of that
scene where Governess gave you that switching, and how you displayed
your ass.  I wish I could give you whippings, Rick - I'm so hot to do
that."

I used the information I had gathered in the past week, and wanted to
see how far I could go with it.

"Governess," I said, "I have something to tell you."

That caught her by surprise, and she quickly asked for details.

"Governess, I've got to tell you that I have fantasies about you
punishing me...  First, the enema...  getting down on the floor with
my forehead on the carpet, as I wait for your hand to stick the nozzle
inside.  Then, as the enema goes in, you would watch as I told you how
full I was, and I rock back and forth with the cramping."

Her eyes were wide, and she clearly enjoyed my feeding her fantasy.  I
grasped her hand, and she didn't pull back, so I continued.

"I'd beg you to stop - I'd say, 'Oh, Governess, please, please stop, I
can't take any more enema!'  And you wouldn't stop, you'd just say
'No, you've got to take it all, and you know what, Rick - you've got
to hold it in for a full five minutes!'  I'd wiggle and squirm, and
I'd say, 'Oh please, Governess, please!'"

Her breathing deepened, and I pulled the covers off.  I lay back, my
boner pointing straight up, and put my hands behind my head, and
continued.

"You make me hold the enema for five long minutes and watch me
struggle and squirm.  I'm so full and I beg you for relief.  'Oh,
Governess,' I say, 'can't I get rid of it now?'  You look at your
watch and say, 'No - hold it a little longer!'  Finally I get rid of
it, and you give me another enema!  After that, you pull a sturdy
switch out of the vase."

I deliberately paused to see what she would say or do.

"Well? What next," she asked impatiently.  That told me that she liked
my verbal descriptions of a fantasy that appealed to her.

"Kiss me, Governess," I said.  "Kiss me and I'll tell you more!"

Shandra was visibly aroused by my story, and wanted to hear more.  She
slowly brought her face close to mine and gingerly pressed her lips on
mine.  She held there for a moment as I gently kissed back.

"And then," I continued, "You look me in the eye and smile as you
force me to see you whip the switch through the air several times.  My
bottom tingles with dread and anticipation as I come to realize the
inevitability of the switching that you want to give me.  You tell me
to bend over the desk and arch my back so that my ass will be
presented to you, and you warn that getting out of position will get
extra strokes.  Kiss me again, Governess."

She kissed a little more sensuously, and I kissed back more fervently.
Her wide eyes looked into mine as I continued.

"And then, you start the switching.  The first stroke hits me like a
lightning bolt, and I wiggle and cry out, 'OH!'  You press your lips
together as you continue - whip! whip! whip!  I dance! I wiggle! I
kick my legs! I beg you to stop. 'OH! Governess! Please stop, please
stop!'"

I drew her close and kissed her.  She responded warmly and moved so
that she was prone on the bed, next to me.  I pulled her on top of me,
and we kissed some more.

"Rick, do you think that could really happen?" she asked.

I thought for a moment before I replied.  "Yes, I think I could
arrange it - but I'd do it only for a girlfriend - a lover."

She slipped off her top and shorts, and got on top of me.  My raging
boner stuck straight up between her legs.

"Tell me more of the story!"

"Okay, so there I am gyrating as the switch marks appear on my ass.
Finally I just can't hold my position, and I stand up and plead with
you to end it.  'No way,' you tell me, and you pick up a fresh switch.
Then you sit down and have me kiss you down there because it turns you
on so much.  When you resume the switching, you apply the strokes
slower, and every time it hits, I cry out: 'OH! Governess!'"

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her some more, and concurrently
rolled us over until I was on top of her.  She had spread her legs,
and we kissed some more.  She grasped my erection and guided it toward
her womanhood.  I easily entered her, and knew then that she had been
profusely lubricating from my words.

"Rick, that feels so good," she hoarsely whispered.  We had slow,
sweet intercourse; Her wide eyes sparkled, and her smile radiated
arousal.  Several times I felt the tingling of approaching ejaculation
and slowed appropriately.  Finally, the enticements and pleasures of
Shandra's pussy coaxed my pending ejaculation forth.  I closed my eyes
and pumped forcefully.  As I crossed the threshold into the
inevitability of ejaculation, I exclaimed, "Oh! Governess!" and
spurted forth the erotic tension of the past week into her eager
receptacle.

During the night we had two more sessions of intercourse, each one
commencing with my whispering a story into her ear - a story about her
administering enemas and discipline; followed by my orally servicing
her musky womanhood; and a finale of a wrenching ejaculation.

The following night, Saturday, we went to bed together in my room, and
spent that night in the same kind of sexual bliss as the previous
night.  Exhausted and deprived of our usual sleep, we slept deeply in
each other's arms, and awoke much later than we ordinarily did.

When we stirred upon awakening, however, we were treated to the sight
of Governess Clarissa standing in the doorway with her arms folded.

"Oh my gosh!" Shandra exclaimed.  

Governess Clarissa smiled slightly and asked "Sweet dreams?"  When no
answer was forthcoming from either of us, she continued, "I am not
surprised at you two getting together.  In fact, I pretty much
expected it, which is why I talked to Shandra after the ejaculation
incident.  That is also why I insisted that Shandra religiously use
birth control.  I AM going to punish both of you - not for getting
together, but for neglecting your household cleaning duties.  I want
to see you both together in the administration room at three this
afternoon.  This morning, however, I wish to speak with each of you
privately.  Rick, I want you to be first.  Simply come to my study
after breakfast.  And Shandra, speaking of breakfast, don't you think
you should be attending to that?"

"Y-yes, Governess," she sheepishly replied.

"What are you waiting for - get out of bed!  In case you forget, I've
seen you naked before, many times.  Come on!"

After breakfast, I had an interesting conversation with Governess
Clarissa, in which she asked some probing questions.  I chuckled to
myself when Shandra made her way into the study for her talk, as I
knew she was in for quite a grilling.

That afternoon we each took our two enemas and got cleaned up.  Then
Governess had me assume the enema position again while she
demonstrated to Shandra how to administer a prostate massage.  Shandra
donned a glove and probed and felt inside me, and worked on me for
several minutes.

Governess Clarissa had me stand up and told us to listen to her.  Then
she announced that, as a result of her conversations with us that
morning, she would be training Shandra to administer discipline, with
emphasis on the erotic aspects for both of us.  She strongly reminded
Shandra that all discipline that is not truly deserved punishment must
be balanced by the administration of pleasure, and that she will hold
Shandra accountable.  Further, she stated, our sleeping arrangements
are up to us, and she would not interfere there.  The biggest change
was in her next statement.

"After today's session, I will only administer discipline to Shandra;
she will be responsible for disciplining you, Rick.  She may use the
administration room for erotic play for both of you, as well as for
punishing you.  For the time being, all of her disciplinary attentions
must be approved by me in advance.  When I am satisfied that she will
not abuse her authority, I will no longer require that."

She paused to let this sink in.  "You, Rick, have unlimited access to
me for any concerns, and you may confide in me.  I will not break any
confidences.  Now, let's get on with why you two are here today."

Governess Clarissa placed some clamps on Shandra's nipples.  She
exclaimed, "OH MY GOSH, GOVERNESS!" as each one bit into her.  She
then bound my arms behind my back, forearms horizontally, to clear the
buttocks.  She bound Shandra in the same manner, and then had us make
contact, front to front, wile she cinched a binding strap tightly
around our waists to keep us together.

She picked up the paddle and gave each of us twenty hard strokes.
That was followed by a lengthy strapping with a two-tailed tawse,
administered forcefully to each of our backsides.  Each of us saw the
other's reaction up close since we were bound front-to-front.

She released our bindings and removed Shandra's nipple clamps.  Then
she instructed, "Rick, when Shandra administers discipline, you are to
address her as 'Governess'.  So that there will be no confusion, refer
to me as Miss Clarissa.  I am still governess to both of you, and she
must continue to address me as she always has.  In the next few weeks
I will train her in all the fine points of being a governess, and I
will decide the general severity of your discipline.  You two may get
dressed now."

 From then on, Shandra, after taking her discipline from Miss Clarissa,
administered my punishment.  For a few weeks she did this under Miss
Clarissa's supervision.  Then she was free to be unsupervised.  We
spent our nights together, during which she would tell me what she
learned from Miss Clarissa.  "I learned how to prepare your enemas,
Rick," she said one night.  Another time it was, "Governess showed me
how to cut switches and prepare them."

I was on the receiving end of some severe punishments from Governess
Shandra.  While she strongly and dispassionately administered stroke
after stroke of the paddle or strap I did my best to avoid begging and
pleading, and was rarely successful.  Those nights, however, her musky
womanhood welcomed me in more eagerly than usual.

Shandra finally got to use switches on me.  A few days after she
excitedly told me that Miss Clarissa showed her how to use them and
had her practice on a pillow, she used the switch on me during a
punishment session.  She had taken her enemas and been disciplined by
Miss Clarissa, and then it was my turn.  Shandra gave me my enemas,
and when it came time for discipline, Miss Clarissa watched while she
pulled a sturdy switch from the vase and told me to present myself for
discipline.  She tried to conceal her arousal that I knew she felt.

My shouts filled the room as Shandra wielded the switch.  She whipped
briskly, and scolded me several times to keep my feet on the floor.  I
had no choice but to twist and writhe as the switch repeatedly
striated my buttocks and hips.  I knew that my motions were extremely
arousing to Shandra, but that knowledge did not diminish at all my
fervent wish that she stop.

Shandra whipped until the switch was worn out.  When I got up, I saw
that her face was flushed, no doubt from arousal.

"Don't get dressed yet, Rick," Shandra instructed, "I want to put some
cream on your bottom.  Get your clothes and come with me."

Miss Clarissa smiled as we left the room.  She knew the score.  I
often wondered if she became sexually aroused while administering or
watching discipline, and if so, what she did about it.

Shandra soothingly rubbed skin cream where she had applied the switch.
After that, she told me to lie on my back, and she took her panties
off and straddled my mouth.  I sucked her creamy womanhood until she
exploded in orgasm.  That night, her eager receptacle welcomed me with
a fervor that I had not expected.  Twice that night I erupted inside
her, and settled into a refreshing sleep in the arms of my
governess/lover.

In the following weeks, Miss Clarissa added a new twist to Shandra's
discipline, which Shandra in turn was happy to add to mine.  It was no
longer sufficient to just bend over the desk in the administration
room to present ourselves for punishment.  Now, after bending over,
the recipient was expected to arch the back and stick out their ass,
as if begging for the punishment.  The punisher added an unspecified
amount of extra discipline if the recipient could not maintain the
position.  This new twist proved to be quite troublesome, for Shandra
and for me, so Miss Clarissa, after several weeks, acquired a solidly
built discipline structure to take the place of the desk. 

The structure allowed us to be bent over it and bound in several
places, in the position that Miss Clarissa had wanted us to maintain -
with back arched and ass sticking out.  Now we had no choice but to
endure the paddlings, strappings, and switchings tightly bound so that
we could not move.  Shandra especially liked to wield the strap when I
was bound to the structure.  She also administered some switchings.

Shandra's stay of six months came to an end, and the sad day came when
she left.  For the remainder of my stay there, I was the only student,
so Miss Clarissa became Governess again.  The weekly enema and
punishment sessions continued as before, and Governess Clarissa was
exuberant in her administration of discipline.

N the end of my six months there, I had many open discussions with
Governess.  She surprised me with her knowledge of matters sexual and
erotic.

"I really can't allow again the kind of thing that you and Shandra had
going," she later said.  "I let it go because of the chemistry between
you two.  I knew her attraction to you before she acknowledged it.
Plus, she's a natural governess type."

A few days before my term was finished, Governess Clarissa mentioned
that she was going to take a break from her contract as a governess
for a term or two, and that she was going to have some things done
around the house, take some short trips, and sometimes just do
nothing.  I got an idea.

I knelt before her and grasped her hands with mine.

"Governess," I implored, "let me stay here with you.  I'll do those
things around the house, and when you're gone I can take care of
things, or - or go with you if you want, and you can teach me things,
and you can still do... I mean, you can be my... well, I mean, I
can..."

I was totally flustered since I hadn't really formulated how to say
that she could still give me enemas and discipline.  She pulled her
hands from mine and caressed my face.

"I know what you mean, Rick - at least I think I do.  I won't say yes
right away, as I need some time to think about it.  But I do want you
to stay at least a week past the end of your term, to help me with a
few things.  I will communicate my decision during that time.

On the last day of my term, Governess Clarissa gave me enemas, but no
spanking.

That night, just past midnight, a was awakened by Governess Clarissa.
She had come into my room and she gently shook me awake.  I started to
ask if something was wrong.

"Shhhh!  Get up and come with me."  She took my hand and pulled me out
of bed.  She was fully dressed; I was naked.  She led me to her room,
which I had never been in before.  It was a spacious bedroom, very
nicely furnished.

She stopped, turned to face me, and stated, "As of now, you are no
longer in my care as you were before.  You are not required to call me
'Governess' any longer, though you may if you choose.  I have thought
about your offer to stay, and these are the conditions: I will
discipline you, sometimes very severely, purely for my pleasure.  From
time to time I will extend your limits of endurance.  I will use you
in different ways to give me pleasure.  You must, so far as you are
able, submit to my demands.  Just as I instructed Shandra, I will
balance your discipline by at least an equal amount of pleasure for
you...  If you accept those terms, kiss me on the lips."  She stood
passively still.

I will always remember how my hands grasped her head, how I drew near
for a kiss, and how I passionately and lengthily kissed her on the
mouth.  She responded in kind, and we stood for several minutes, our
mouths locked together.

She finally broke away, and told me to get in bed, and she removed all
her clothes.  She turned off the lights and crawled into bed.  We
embraced again, front to front, mouth on mouth.  A few moments later
she guided my raging erection into her creamy womanhood.  

I slowly and thoroughly probed and plowed her, recklessly and hungrily
kissing her.  Her moans and gasps were exquisitely arousing to me.  A
few minutes of this, and I felt the tingling of approaching
inevitability.  I pumped harder, and as I started to spurt
uncontrollably I exclaimed, "Oh! Governess!"


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