The Strict Governess

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Oh- but please, Miss," he implored, his fear now manifest in a far more discernable tremor in his voice. He found he was shaking his head, although without consciously being aware of it, he dared not actually speak a refusal out loud. Miss Glenwood's face had become as red as fire; her eyes flashed with anger. "You sir, are no gentleman," she hissed, "to force a lady to strip almost naked, like a common trollop! Is humiliation a part of my punishment as well?" Interviewed and vetted in person by a professional Little Ones Governess Consultant at our London Fitzrovia or Kings Cross office.

I am pleased to meet you, Miss Violetta,” gasped Edward, grateful at least to be able to call this imposing lady by some name. Edward reached for the brass knob, then stopped. Though the door muffled the sound, the voice still did not seem that of the affable old Mrs. Jeffers. He would have done almost anything to avoid having to confess to her what had happened—yet what if there was another lady in there with her as well? How mortifying! His shame scarcely could be uttered. His face burned as he stood there hesitating. Oh, there’s no need to deny it, staring little Master Edward,” she said archly, showing a bleak smile at his discomfiture. “Surely you don’t imagine that when a chronic masturbator is sent home from school, the headmaster has not already sent ahead to London an elliptically worded letter in the early post?” I suggest you stand up straight, and if you can't keep your hands from pulling at your shirt tails, you'd better take it off altogether."She felt weak and could barely breathe. "I don't understand," she said. But perhaps she did understand. He stared so. Almost avid. Mistress Ice and She-Male Mistress Tanya have a fully equipped mirrored dungeon to train slaves together or separately. I was crying pathetically after just 3 more swats. After what felt like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than five minutes, she asked again. This time I said "Yes." She stood me up and brought me the shirt. Yes Miss," Thomas replied, and now she was really beginning to detect the nervousness in his voice.

I was unsure of what to do. Something didn't feel at all right. I obeyed. I stripped down to my underpants. Soon my t-shirt and elastic wasteland shorts were on the floor next to me. I sat down again. Or is the idea of ‘toasty fingers’ the one that resonates with you? If so, it seems to me that you had better make your way to Headmistress sooner rather than later – and don’t forget your note!

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Being naturally dominant I truly enjoy taking on the persona of your most feared Punisher. Whether it’s the strict Headmistress, no-nonsense Landlady, Probation Officer, Works HR Manager, Lady of the Manor, you’re Aunt Jennifer, mummies best friend or any other figure of authority you care to mention. The hell you will! Give me my own clothes! I'll go to school like I always do. Dressed the way I want to! You can't tell me what to wear!" I called her bluff. I’m probably best known for my role as Miss Sullivan, Headmistress, conducting strict school fantasy sessions. Indeed, there have many a naughty adult boy and girl who have faced my cane, strap or tawse over the years. And I’ll bet they never forgot the experience! Other boys his age were often already at university, whereas Edward, still in sixth form, instead was the oldest and tallest pupil at his school. His size gave him some status in those halls, as did the supposed maturity of his age. He was a figure for respect, even some awe. Indeed, many of the younger fellows came to look up to him, and often even approached him as something of an unofficial uncle-figure in the resolution of disputes and the adjudication of the strictly forbidden but nevertheless commonplace wagers. Often chaps did chores for him like carrying his books or polishing his shoes or— guiltily he stopped in mid-thought. Well, some of them could be persuaded to perform other favors, too… Uncomfortably he swallowed.

I thought that nothing could hurt more than the hairbrush, I was wrong. Before she was done, I was already bawling like a baby. I couldn't stop crying, no matter how hard I tried. Then, she stopped. Of course," she had continued contemplatively, "I won't deny it's rare that a boy in his final year would find himself subject to the threat of corporal punishment, but I assure you there's nothing in the rulebook that says I cannot discipline a member of my tutor group in whatever manner I deem to be the most appropriate." An in depth discussion will always precede your session, so I can gain a greater understanding of your needs. Our discussion will also serve to allay your fears and calm most nerves. It will enable you to gain more confidence in me as well as affording you a better idea of what to expect throughout your session. You better get it for me." I snapped. There was a sudden chill in her voice, all previous friendliness gone from her voice.

Yet in spite of the intense smarting pain that tormented his burning bottom, and he guiltily wondered if it might be precisely because of it, he was finding her even more achingly desirable. Not once did her eyes leave him and she seemed intent on prolonging his vulnerability and exposure for as long as possible.