The Governess

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The Governess

(*****, m/F, Intense, paddling, manipulative boy)

A clever boy manipulates his new governess. (Approximately 4,014 words. Originally published 2004-01.)

The door to the attic playroom opened quietly and two women stepped inside. The little boy in the corner continued flying his miniature airplane, ignoring the intruders.

"Bobby, I'd like you to meet Miss Angelica. She's going to be your new governess."

Bobby sighed and put down the plane. For weeks he'd been hearing about his new governess. He decided he should at least meet her, perhaps even pretend to be nice to throw her off her guard. He wondered how long this one would last.

Not long, he decided immediately. She looked like a young girl, timid and naive. She wasn't a large, stout woman like his previous governesses. She'd have a tough time getting him over her lap, he grinned to himself. She did dress nice, though. No wonder his mother liked her -- she liked girls with fashionable taste.

He gave her his widest, most innocent smile. "Good afternoon, Miss Angelica."

"Nice to meet you, Bobby. You and I are going to be great friends."

Bobby had trouble not laughing at the lady's silly notion. Did she really expect him to _like_ her? She was an adult, after all. And adults were mean, nasty things. Even a pretty little thing like Miss Angelica. He shrugged and returned to playing with his airplane, but he listened intently as his mother spoke.

"He can be a handful, sometimes. I don't want you to let him get the upper hand on you. If he gives you any trouble at all, don't hesitate to take him over your knee."

"You mean spank him?" asked the young governess, her voice showing surprise.

"Why, of course. You are a qualified governess, aren't you? I specifically requested a governess that believed in traditional discipline."

"Oh, of course," said the girl, blushing slightly. "I can be very strict when I need to be."

"Good. Bobby needs a firm hand and I'm just not around enough to control him."

"No problem."

"Perhaps you'd like to get acquainted. I'll leave you with him. We serve supper promptly at 6:30. Be sure to have him dressed and at the table."

"Yes, Mrs. Ranger."

The older woman nodded. "Right. Now, Bobby, be nice to Miss Angelica. It's only her first day."

"Yes, Mother," said Bobby, sitting on the floor with his back to the doorway where the women stood. He grinned evilly as he looked at his hands where he had crossed four pairs of fingers.

As soon as the door was closed, Bobby stood and ran to the corner. He looked terrified and put his hands behind him, protecting his bottom. The governess stared at him in puzzlement.

"What on earth is wrong, Bobby?"

The boy screwed up his face like he was about to cry. "Y-y-you're go-going t-t-to s-s-spank me," he moaned.

Miss Angelica looked horrified. "No, of course not. Why would I do that?"

"Because I'm a b-b-bad b-boy."

She gave him her prettiest smile. "But you haven't done anything wrong. Why do you say you're a bad boy?"

"I don't know," sniffed Bobby. "That's what all my governesses say. They all said I was a bad boy and spanked me. Hard. With a hairbrush. On my bare bottom."

"Oh, you poor dear," cried the young woman. She embraced the boy tenderly, hugging him to her chest and whispering soothing words.

Now Bobby was at that tender age between child and man. He knew little of sex, but there was something wonderful about Miss Angelica hugging him. Her breasts were near his face, and they were warm and soft. An unfamiliar stirring inside excited him. He found himself wanting to hold her, to touch her, to see her naked.

His arms wrapped around the woman and hugged her back. He could feel her slender body trembling against him. His right hand was against the small of her back, the lower fingers resting on the top slope of her buttocks. On a sudden impulse, he slid his hand downward, palming her right cheek and finding the curved flesh excited him tremendously. He decided at that moment that maybe Miss Angelica should stay for a while.

"You... you're not going to spank me?"

"Of course not." Miss Angelica beamed at Bobby and kissed his forehead.

"You just mean you'll spank me later, before I go to bed," he said sadly, as though resigned to his dismal fate.

"No, no. I mean I won't spank you at all," said the woman.

"You mean _ever_? You promise?"

The governess knelt next to Bobby and leaned her head confidentially toward his. "I'll tell you a secret. I don't believe in corporal punishment."

Bobby looked blank. "Copal what?"

Miss Angelica laughed, her mouth opening to reveal pretty white teeth. "Corporal punishment. That means spanking. I don't believe in spanking."

Why?

The young lady blushed slightly, glancing at the door to make sure it was firmly shut. "Let's just say I've had more than my share on the receiving end, and I vowed that when I grew up, I wouldn't spank my own kids. Now that I'm a governess I won't spank either."

Bobby's eyes went wide and his heart thudded loudly. "You were spanked?!"

Miss Angelica's cheeks were pink, but she smiled at the boy's astonishment. "Yes, I was spanked. My father was very strict."

"But... you're an adult. Adults don't get spanked!"

"Well, I wasn't spanked yesterday," laughed the woman. "It was when I was younger."

"How young?"

"Oh, well, you know. You're age, for instance."

"Was that the oldest you got spanked?"

The woman's cheeks went a shade of pink darker. "I, er, I... got my last spanking when I was seventeen."

"How old are you now?"

The girl hesitated. "Eighteen."

"Oh. That's pretty old," said Bobby, but in his head he had a vision of the pretty girl lying across the lap of a stern father. The image pleased him very much. "Did your father spank you on the bare bottom?"

"Oh my! Uh, well... yes. He always said spankings don't really count unless they're on the bare bottom."

"Spankings always hurt more on the bare bottom," said Bobby with authority.

"Yes, they do, don't they. They're also more embarrassing."

"My previous governess always made me stand in the corner with my pants down. She liked looking at my bare bottom. Why is that?"

Miss Angelica was horrified. "Uh, er, I, uh, don't know. She must have thought you were naughty and it was, uh, part of your punishment."

"Did you have to stand in the corner with your pants down after a spanking?"

"Uh, no. Well, I mean, I didn't wear pants. I mean, I don't. I wear dresses. But my father would make me lift up my dress."

"You didn't have on underpants?"

"I had to remove those before arriving for punishment," she said softly.

"I bet you have a pretty bare bottom," Bobby said wistfully. "You're a very pretty lady."

Miss Angelica didn't know how to react to that, so she just nodded dumbly.

"Did he use a belt?"

"Uh, sometimes he used a leather strap. Most of the time it was a small wooden paddle. When I got older I was caned."

"Caned! What is that like?"

"Oh, it's awful. Very stingy, and yet you're not allowed to get up from your position. Every stroke leaves a horrible red weal across your bottom. For a week you feel it every time you sit down."

"I've never been caned," said Bobby in a haunted voice. "But there is a cane in that cupboard over there. One of my governesses bought it for me. Sometimes at night I wake up crying, dreaming that I was to be caned."

"Oh you poor dear," cried the young woman. "You're much too young to be caned."

"How old were you when you were first caned?"

"I was twelve."

"What did you do?"

Miss Angelica sighed. "I did not complete my chores to the satisfaction of my father. He ordered me to his office. I thought I was going to be paddled, but instead he showed me the new cane he'd just bought. He said I was now old enough for adult punishment. He gave me three strokes. I thought I would die."

"Three strokes doesn't sound like much," scoffed Bobby. "I thought a caning was at least six."

"Oh, well when it's your first time, three is a lot. It was plenty for me, that's for certain. As I got older, though, six was more common. Sometimes twelve or even more."

"More than twelve?"

"Sure. I got eighteen occasionally, and two dozen on several memorable occasions."

"You must have been very naughty," said Bobby.

"Not really. My father was very strict, that's all. For instance, when I had an exam at school, he'd given me one stroke of the cane for every question I missed. I once scored 98%, the highest in the class, and _still_ had to bend over the cane when I got home!"

"Are you a strict governess? My other governesses spanked me all the time."

Miss Angelica smiled gently. "You and I shall get along splendidly, Bobby. I can already tell. We'll be good friends. You're a bright boy. I won't ever spank you."

"You'll _never_ spank me?" gasped Bobby.

"That's right. Just don't tell your mother."

"What about the cane?" the boy asked nervously.

"The cane?"

"Will you cane me?"

"Of course not!"

"You're certain?"

"Of course."

"What if I'm naughty?"

"I can't imagine you'd be naughty enough to deserve a caning!" laughed Miss Angelica.

"What if I don't put my toys away, or come to dinner late?"

"Then you won't be allowed to play with your toys for a few days, and you'll go to bed without any supper."

"Oh." Bobby sat deep in thought for a moment. "But you won't cane me."

"No."

"Because your father used to cane you."

"That's right."

"And you didn't like it."

"That's right. It hurts very badly."

"Not now -- you're an adult."

"Oh, well the cane hurts anyone, child or adult."

"You mean if my father were to cane you today, you'd cry?" Bobby put as much astonishment into the question as he could.

"Why, I suppose I would," giggled Miss Angelica nervously. "But of course your father wouldn't do that."

"Why not? He caned my last governess."

"He what!" gasped Miss Angelica.

"He caned her. On the bare bottom. Eight strokes."

"What on earth for? I can't imagine--"

"She left me alone at the zoo," said Bobby. "I was so scared and alone, all those strange people around. And when my father found out he was furious. Mother was going to sack the governess but she pleaded that she needed the job and so Daddy caned her instead of letting her go."

"Oh my," said Miss Angelica in a weak voice. "That's terrible."

"After her caning, she was very mean to me. She spanked me twice as much as before. She would even take toys out of my box and scatter them in the room and say that I left them there and deserved a spanking."

"How horrible!"

"Daddy had to cane her regularly after that first time. She was... what was the word he used? Sponsible?"

"Irresponsible?"

"Yeah, that's it. Irresponsible. And so he caned her. She finally left."

"Well!" said Miss Angelica with a sniff. "Your mother had told me that the woman left because she couldn't handle you. I guess it was the other way around."

"She didn't like being caned," said Bobby. "Especially since she bought the cane to use on me."

"Sounds like poetic justic. The woman got what she deserved."

"Is Daddy going to cane you?"

Miss Angelica gasped. "Oh! I should hope not. I'm very responsible. I shall never lose you at the zoo, you can be certain of that!"

"But you already lied to Mommy. That doesn't sound responsible."

"What?" The governess stared at the little boy in disbelief.

With his most innocent expression, Bobby feigned puzzlement. "Well, you told Mommy you'd spank me, but then you told me you wouldn't. Isn't that lying?"

"Oh, er, I..." Sweat broke out on the young woman's forehead. She fidgeted nervously. "Uh, well, it's just a small lie. A white lie, you know."

"Daddy says there are no white lies. All lies are sin, black as midnight."

"Well, that's true, to an extent, but sometimes we, uh, lie to protect others. It's a, uh, gray area."

Bobby's forehead wrinkled. "I don't understand."

"Look, your parents don't need to know, okay? It's just between us. I won't spank you, you behave, and your mother will be happy. No one has to know."

"If Daddy finds out, he would cane you," said Bobby confidently. "He hates lying. I never lie because spankings for lying are the hardest and longest, and lies are always found out."

There was an awkward silence after that. Miss Angelica gulped and looked like she was going to be sick. Bobby could hardly keep from grinning at the story he was spinning out. This was working great. The governess was his. Terrified that his father might cane her, she would do whatever Bobby wanted. Hilarious!

"You... you wouldn't tell, would you, Bobby?" asked the young woman tentatively.

Bobby played dumb. "Tell what?"

"That I lied to your mother about supporting corporal discipline? The employment agency would never forgive me if they discovered I'd put false information on my application. I'd never get another job."

Bobby shook his head doubtfully. "If Mommy asks me, I can't lie. That'd be wrong."

"But she won't ask if we don't bring it up."

"But she'll find out. She'll ask you if you spanked me. What will you say?"

The governess avoided the question. "If you aren't bad, there won't be any reason for me to have needed to spank you."

An idea blossomed in Bobby's head. "But I'm always getting spanked. She believes I need to be spanked all the time. She listens at the door. If she doesn't hear me getting spankings, she'll know." He shook his head somberly. "No, we'd be better off to go and confess now. Take your caning from father and tell Mommy that you lied on your application."

Poor Miss Angelica was pale with nervousness now, wringing her fingers frantically and sweating. "Uh, we could pretend," she said quickly. "I could pretend to spank you."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. You could yell and make like I'm spanking you. You could even cry a little. You can do that, can't you?"

"But I don't want to be spanked," whined Bobby, eyes brimming with tears and fear on his face.

"No, no. You won't actually be spanked. It will just be pretend. We'll make some noises that sound like spanking. Your mother will hear them and think I'm carrying out my duty."

Bobby pretended to be warming to the idea. "But how will we make spanking noises? They would have to be realistic. I can yell, but that doesn't do any good if there's no sound of paddle hitting bottom."

"We'll paddle a pillow," Miss Angelica said quickly. She grabbed a small stuffed pillow from the sofa and spanked it with her hand. The sound was very soft and Bobby laughed.

"That doesn't sound anything like a spanking. Bare skin doesn't sound like a pillow."

"Hmmm. You're right. We'll have to think of something else, but I'm sure we can figure something out. But we can do it -- I know we can!"

The young lady was begging for Bobby's cooperation, and that pleased him very much. He nodded slightly, giving her some encouragement. "I guess so." Then he reeled in his fish. "But unless you really spank my bare bottom, I don't see how it will fool Mommy."

"But she doesn't witness your spankings, does she Bobby?"

"No. She doesn't like violence. That's why she hires a governess."

"And she doesn't make you show her your red bottom after a spanking, does she?"

Bobby shook his head.

"So you see, it will work! All you have to do is pretend you're hurting from a spanking."

"But the sound...."

"I told you, I'll figure something out."

Perfect. Bobby almost smiled at the opening. He pushed forward. "What are you going to do, record one of your own spankings and make her think it's me?"

Miss Angelica's eyes brightened at the suggestion. "Oooh, that's not a bad idea. I don't have any of my spankings on tape, but I could record a few slaps. Repeat them a bunch of times and it would sound like a full spanking."

"It would never work. Too repetitive. She'd notice if the spankings are all the same."

"Wait a moment!" The girl snapped her fingers excitedly. "Your spankings aren't that hard, are they? I mean, you're just a kid."

"They hurt pretty bad."

"Yeah, but how many swats with the paddle do you get? Ten? Twenty?"

Bobby shrugged. "I don't know. It depends. Probably at least twenty or thirty. Long paddlings are probably fifty or sixty swats. I don't usually keep count."

"Well, that's not so bad. I could take that."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you can paddle _me_. I'm an adult: it won't hurt so much. I can take it. Your mother hears the sounds of a good paddling and you yell and come out crying and she'll buy it."

Bobby's expression of astonishment was getting quite a workout this afternoon. "You mean _I_ will paddle _you_."

"Yeah. Not too hard of course," said the woman. "Just hard enough to convince your mother you've been spanked."

"But for it to sound right, it'd have to be on the bare bottom."

Miss Angelica shrugged like that didn't matter. "Er, right," she grunted.

"I don't know," Bobby said doubtfully.

"Come on.... At least try it. Please?"

It was a surreal moment. Bobby could scarely believe his good fortune. His plan to rattle the new governess had turned into something fantastic: she was begging him to spank her!

Bobby looked at the clock. "It's ten after six. Supper is in twenty minutes. Perhaps I need a good spanking today, before dinner. That would convince mother that you're the right governess to hire."

"Good idea!" said Miss Angelica. She stood up enthusiastically. "Let's do it. Where's your paddle?"

"In the top drawer."

Finding the paddle, the governess hesitated. She looked at Bobby for a moment, then shrugged and got down on her hands and knees next to him. "Okay, let's do this."

She lifted the back of her dress up, exposing a round, full bottom. Her underpants were white cotton. They didn't quite cover all of her cheeks, allowing the lower portion to bulge out from the legholes. For some reason, that view excited Bobby.

He took the paddle from Miss Angelica. "Pants down," he said in a mock stern voice. The governess hestiated, then sighed.

"Let's get this over with quickly," she said. She reached behind her and slid the panties down. The twin globes of flesh she exposed were magnificent specimens of female buttocks, pale and smooth, just waiting for the hardwood.

Bobby knelt behind her. "You have to keep quiet," he reminded her. "I'll do the yelling."

"Of course," grunted the woman.

The little boy stood behind the woman and pulled back the paddle. He swung it hard and low, catching the lower portion of Miss Angelica's left cheek. She gasped and frantically covered her mouth. Bobby let out an "ow!"

Without giving Miss Angelica time to recover, Bobby smacked the opposite cheek. This time the woman was quiet, but it was obvious she was in a lot of pain. She winced and writhed at every wallop, and Bobby kept it up vigorously. After every swat he yelled and hollared, and then delivered the next one even harder.

"Not so hard!" gasped the governess, writhing and wiggling her bottom in a vain effort to avoid the sting. Bobby ignored her, paddling the cheeks hard and finding the way her buttocks pinkened fascinating.

"Okay, that's enough. That's ENOUGH!"

Miss Angelica whirled around and tore the paddle away from Bobby. She held it against her chest as though terrifed he'd get his hands on it again. "That's enough," she said again, panting heavily. She reached back with her left hand to rub her sore bottom. "I'd forgotten how much that smarts."

Bobby was back to his innocent look. "So I did good?" he asked.

The young lady pulled her panties up and stood. "Yeah, you did fine."

"You think Mommy will believe it?"

"Sure she will. You just act spanked at dinner. Now let's get you changed."

Bobby did his act to perfection, rubbing his eyes so they were red and coming to the table somberly.

"I'm afraid I had to spank Bobby," said Miss Angelica as she helped him to his chair. The boy winced as he sat down.

"I'm not surprised," said Bobby's mother. "That boy gets into more mischief. I hope you've got a good strong arm. If you don't yet, you will, as he'll give you plenty of practice. I've sometimes wondered if I shouldn't have him spanked every day, just to keep him on his toes."

Miss Angelica's face went pale at that and she shook her head. "I, er, don't think that will be necessary, Mrs. Ranger. I have a feeling Bobby learned his lesson and will be quite well-behaved from now on."

Mrs. Ranger laughed. "From one little spanking? I doubt that. Paddlings help, but he needs them often. In fact, his father and I have been thinking that maybe he's old enough for the cane. A thorough thrashing once a week would do him good."

"Oh he's much too young for the cane!" gasped Miss Angelica.

"Nonsense," roared a deep voice and everyone turned to see Mr. Ranger descending the stairs and approaching the dining room table. "I was caned when I was a year younger than him and it taught me well. Spankings are for children. Bobby's almost a man. It's time he had a man's punishment."

He placed a big hand on Bobby's shoulder. "What do you say, boy? Are you ready for a man's punishment?"

"Yes, father," said Bobby.

"Good. Next time you misbehave, it'll be the cane."

"But--" Miss Angelica started to protest, then fell silent. What could she say?

Bobby smiled at her, and there was something in his face that sent chills down the woman's spine.

"The cane's at least six strokes, right father?" he said.

"Six-of-the-best!" roared the man with a big grin.

"On the bare bottom?"

"On the bare!" Mr. Ranger turned to Miss Angelica. "I trust you know how to handle the cane? I can give you a lesson or two if you need it."

The woman gasped, blushing furiously. "Oh no, sir. That won't be necessary. I've had, er, a great deal of experience, uh, with the cane."

"Well good." He helped himself to the mashed potatoes, then frowned. "Bobby, is that gravy all over the tablecloth?"

"Uh, yes, sir," Bobby said guiltily.

"Well, you know what that means. It looks like you'll be getting that first caning soon rather than later. After dinner. Six of the best."

"Yes sir." Bobby looked pointedly at Miss Angelica and she gulped and almost choked as she sipped her wine.

"Are you all right?" asked Mrs. Ranger.

"Oh. I'm fine," smiled Miss Angelica. "Just went down the wrong pipe."

"Just make sure you cane the boy properly," said Mr. Ranger. "Six full strokes. I want to be able to hear them from my study."

Miss Angelica nodded sadly. "Very well, sir. As you wish."

Bobby grinned. "I like Miss Angelica, mother. She's strict but fair. She spanks hard but only when I deserve it. I hope she'll be my governess for a very long time."

"Well I'm pleased to hear you say that, Bobby!" cried Mrs. Ranger. "It's nice to see you're finally growing up."

Miss Angelica shuddered at the little boy's grin. What had she gotten herself into?

The End

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