Bend Over Jessica

Jessica had her first proper taste of chaperoning last week. Not as Mrs Derby, the wealthy widow she will be at the Regency House Party but as Miss Anstruthers, governess to The Honourable Dorothea Latimer. Miss Anstruthers has the unenviable task of ensuring that Dorothea is fully prepared for both Society and her eventual marriage.

Lessons began well enough, with Miss Anstruthers covering the ranks of the aristocracy, their titles and precedence so that Dorothea should not inadvertently insult anyone by introducing them to a lower-ranked person. Dorothea was well-behaved, amenable and proper, although showing a distressing tendency to roll her eyes and sigh when reprimanded, which was not only unladylike, but disrespectful. Thus when the lesson ended, Miss Anstruthers took the opportunity to remind Dorothea of her place. Dorothea, already cross at being made to wear her childish schoolroom dress and socks, as oppose to her young lady’s clothes, was recalcitrant. Miss Anstruthers stood no nonsense, briskly gripping Dorothea’s wrist and pulled her firmly across her lap and lifting her dress preparatory to giving her a firm but fair spanking.

That was when the first major sin was noted. Dorothea was not wearing proper undergarments, the kind that a young lady should wear, but rather frilly French knickers, made of silk and lace. Miss Anstruther’s was not a happy woman! The ‘drawers of Satan’ were swiftly removed and confiscated and it was only Dorothea’s heartfelt pleas that stopped Miss Anstruthers from burning them in front of her. It meant that Dorothea received and extra hard spanking, pinioned across Miss Anstruther’s lap, her legs held down by a capable leg and a hard hand spanking her firmly, bringing a bright red glow to Dorothea’s peachy bottom. Dorothea protested loudly and Miss Anstruther’s decided she was simply not getting through to Dorothea. Flipper her upright, she bent her charge across the Latimer spanking bench and picked up a tawse.

It soon occurred to Miss Anstruthers, as she used the tawse vigorously across her charge’s bottom, that it was not so much that Dorothea was wearing such repulsive undergarments, but where had she got them from? Dorothea’s mother had passed away in childbirth and  Miss Anstruthers would certainly not countenance such a purchase. Under questioning, Dorothea faltered but was honest. She had bought them that day in Bond Street.

Miss Anstruther’s smiled sweetly, never a good sign. Really?  That was odd. Miss Anstruther’s had had the afternoon off. Who had Dorothea gone to Bond Street with?

Her friend, Sarah.

And was Sarah a respectable married lady, suitable as a chaperone for a young unmarried girl who was not yet out or was she Miss Sarah Grieves, also a young unmarried girl and a bad influence on Dorothea at that?

Dorothea conceded that the latter was the case, causing Miss Anstruthers to mentally grind her teeth. Did Dorothea not realise what would become of her reputation if it was to go around town that she’d been out, shopping, in broad daylight, on her own? Did she not realise that a ruined reputation would make her unmarriageable and only suitable to marry a clerk?

Silence. Miss Anstruthers reached for her trusty cane. A short sharp shock was the only way to cure such blatant and studied disobedience. Dorothea was bent over her own desk, skirt up and legs shoulder-width apart and told to brace herself for the cane. And so it was that Miss Anstruthers laid the cane sharply across Dorothea’s bottom, first six, then a further six.

It was then Miss Anstruthers noticed a certain excitement about Dorothea’s person and smiled slightly to herself. Perhaps they would get onto the second part of today’s lesson – the urges of husbands – somewhat more precipitously than expected? Gently, she slid her hand over Dorothea’s bottom and between her legs, noting the excitement that she found there. Slowly, she stroked Dorothea until she was wriggling with pleasure and then rummaging through her governess’s bag, she produced some powdered ginger, used for soothing tired arms and legs and carefully anointed Dorothea’s most secret parts with the ginger, nodding in satisfaction as Dorothea wriggled, gulped and then semi-sobbed that she’d never do it again as the cruel ginger stung her most precious places in an unbearable manner. Miss Anstruthers stepped back, admired her handiwork and then delivered a further 12 harsh strokes of the cane.

After that, Miss Anstruthers thought that Dorothea had been a good girl and deserved a treat. Something nice. So she did something very nice indeed to Dorothea, and after the little moans and cries had subsided, sent her to wash and change for bed. Once Dorothea, looking sweet and innocent in her nightdress was ready for bed, Miss Anstruthers summoned her to her private chambers. It had been a hard day and now she felt that Dorothea could show her gratitude to her governess. Dorothea was happy to do so. And then is was prayer s and bed. Miss Anstruthers prayed hard for a successful marriage for her pupil. That, after all, was what she would eventually be judged on after the wedding bells had subsided!