Letter 1
Dear Claire
I was so pleased to receive your last letter. Our correspondence has given me much
joy throughout all these years. It sounds like things are going well there at your
academy. Your last letter indicated that you are indeed keeping your girls in line.
I was even more pleased that you`ve asked me to set down here in my letters my more
memorable experiences as a governess, tutor, and disciplinarian. I shall do this in a
journalistic fashion in the hopes that others might learn of the methods I`ve developed.
My field of expertise has always been in teaching young girls to conduct themselves
in an orderly manner. I punctuate my lessons with generous applications of corporal
chastisement. A girl who has just had her bottom smartened up is quick to obey and eager
to learn.
As you know, my parents divorced when I was barely 18. Because of the resulting
scandal, I was sent away to live with a woman in another county, a certain Miss Prudence
Harvey, maiden lady in her late 50`s. On the surface and in public, Miss Harvey seemed
amicable enough. But I must tell you, Claire, that this woman beat me regularly and she
did so simply because she enjoyed it.
Miss Harvey and her lady friends often played a parlor game where they accumulated
a score of points. Whenever one of them had a certain number of points, she earned the
right to be the next one to beat my rump. Yes, my rump was the prize in their game. While
this game was being played, I had to kneel on my hands and knees in the middle of the
parlor, and I wasn`t allowed to wear one stitch of clothing. Miss Harvey made me go
entirely nude before her lady friends. Naturally, this was very embarrassing for me, but I
had no choice as a I had nowhere else to go.
Sometimes they placed me over a hassock and tied my hands behind my back and also
fastened my ankles together. On a few occasions, they tied me to a piano bench. And this
game would go on for hours at a time. They would spank my bottom with a ruler, a hairbrush
and a leather belt. Some liked to simply spank me with their hands. And they blistered me
good, beating at my bare rump until it was red and sore. After a while, I would begin to
whimper, and I was often reduced to crying and begging for mercy. This seemed to add to
their enjoyment. They laughed at me and went on with their game. Yes, I was thoroughly
humiliated. I was girl of mere teen years, naked before a group of fully clothed women. I
was simply an object they used to play their twisted game.
This part of my girlhood did much for me. I learned what corporal discipline could
accomplish, though in my case it was used indiscriminately and helped me not at all.
Still, I was able to grasp the power of flagellation, and I`ve used it generously in my
life`s work as a disciplinarian. And I learned that a girl needs to be 18 to understand
the meaning of orderly and disciplined living. Thus, all the girls I`ve taken charge of
have been at least that age.
I`ll begin here by relating a case that highlights certain fundamental principles
of my disciplinary methods.
In this particular case, I was employed by a certain Miss Katherine Baxter.
Katherine`s house was quite isolated, a Romanesque monstrosity far out in the country, a
hour`s carriage ride from the nearest village, even with the most fleet of horses. At the
time I speak of here, Katherine had only one girl living under her care. This girl had
been a destitute waif of the city streets, and Katherine had taken custody of her through
the courts. From the very beginning, I was able to see that my new employer was somewhat
less than philanthropic. She regularly adopted young girls in this fashion and provided
them with schooling and lessons in ladylike behavior, but she also had a deep yearning for
girl-flesh.
Once I`d settled into my new quarters, a large suite of rooms on the second floor
with a splendid view of the back lawn and the forests beyond, I was eager to begin work
with my new charge, one Miss Polly Ames.
From the windows of my quarters, I`d watched Polly as she went about her play. She
would frolic out on the back lawn, some times tossing a ball with one of the dogs, some
times scampering off into the deep woods. She was quite lovely, unspoiled, maybe a little
earthy. Her hair was a dark-brown color with hints of gold in it, and it was quite long,
fanning around her elbows and hanging into her wide eyes. Her figure was slender and taut,
the flesh somewhat chiseled in appearance, much like a classic statue, though her breasts
were gently rounded, her bottom pouting out in a gentle curve. Immediately upon catching
sight of her, I became eager to get her out of her clothing and into harness, so to
speak.
On my second full day at Baxter House, I met Polly face-to-face for the first time.
During the afternoon, Katherine and I were having a coffee in the library, a booklined
room with dark, mahogany furniture, a thick, Oriental carpet on the floor. We were seated
in wingback chairs, a small table between us. I had my equipment satchel with me. I
planned to chastise Polly`s sassy little bottom at our first meeting. The satchel
contained, among other items, restraints and flogging tools.
From the beginning, I saw that Katherine and I wanted to achieve the same goals
with her new charge, though she hadn`t thrashed Polly as yet. After chatting amiably for a
time and sipping our coffee, Katherine had one of the housemaids summon Polly to the
library.
When Polly arrived, she stood before us, respectfully enough I suppose, though her
eyes held a mischievous twinkle that bespoke a certain high-spiritedness. She was dressed
in a dark-blue dress with a navy collar, dark stockings, and black slip-on shoes made of
cloth, a demure outfit.
After speaking with the girl for a few minutes, introducing myself into her life, I
reached into my satchel and brought out a small, off-white tunic, the variety worn by the
girls of Ancient Greece, very short, very flimsy.
I handed the garment to Polly. "As your governess, it`s my responsibility to
oversee all aspects of your daily life," I said to her as she took the tunic from my
hand. "Henceforth, you will wear only costumes such as this one. I will furnish you
with said costumes. You will wear nothing else, no undergarments, the costume only. Now go
and change into that one."
Katherine clearly liked this idea. She pointed to a folding, Japanese screen off in
one corner of the room, indicating to Polly that she could go behind it to change
clothes.
"Just this?" Polly asked of me.
I nodded in the affirmative.
"What about shoes?" she said.
"As of today, you will go about in bare feet at all times," I told her,
allowing my tone to become still more authoritative.
Polly walked slowly toward the folding screen, staring curiously at the garment in
her hand. This was just the sort of behavior I planned to correct. As you know, dear
Claire, I wholeheartedly believe that young girls should obey their elders promptly and
without question.
While Polly changed her clothing, I spoke with Katherine about the tunic,
explaining how the girls of Ancient Greece had gone about in very little clothing and how
this had helped both their academic and athletic developments.
"Living in an almost-bare state is highly beneficial for young girls," I
told her. "It gives them the freedom of movement they need to perform their tasks
well, and it makes them more obedient to their superiors. A girl in scant clothing feels
compelled to behave in a more respectful manner."
Katherine smiled broadly as she nodded her understanding. Obviously, she was
looking forward to seeing Polly clad in such a small garment.
"I see what you mean," she said. "After all, Polly`s a girl of mere
teen years. It seems certain she`ll step more briskly once she`s, well, let`s just say, a
bit more unencumbered."
"Yes, and I plan to beat her with a ruler today," I said. "And she
needs to be in her bare rump for a rulering, doesn`t she?"
"Why, yes, she certainly does."
As Katherine spoke, Polly emerged from behind the screen and walked toward us,
stopping about ten feet from where we sat. She looked quite pretty garbed in that little
tunic. Her legs were so very visible now, and they were quite supple and well-formed, the
feet small and high-arched.
Polly stood there smiling, clearly thinking that she presented a fetching sight.
I`d soon correct that sort of vanity.
"That`s better, my girl," I said to her. "Now you`re suitably
costumed for leading an orderly and obedient life."
I believe in immediately establishing my authority over a girl in my charge. I made
Polly lift the hem of the tunic. She complied shyly, displaying the V of her pubis. The
mound had just the slightest wisp of hair on it, and I told her that she would begin doing
a complete body-shave each day.
"And that will include your crotch," I told her. "Under my care, you
will be clean and fully smooth at all times."
After reaching into my satchel and taking out a long belt of leather, I had Polly
kneel at the end of a four-legged footstool. Once she was in position, I rose from my
chair and personally removed her tunic, stripping that girl down to the nude. Then I had
her lie her upper body across the footstool. When she was in place, I wrapped the long
belt beneath the platform of the footstool, brought the two ends up over the small of
Polly`s back, and buckled her down.
The pretty Miss Polly was now essentially helpless, but I rendered her even more so
by using a small belt to fasten her wrists behind her back, buckling the belt tight enough
to make her wince and let out a little gasp.
I stood for a few moments, admiring the delicious bare rump before me. The perfect
little orbs were entirely unprotected, ready for punishment. The sight of Polly nude and
bound was highly pleasing to me, and Katherine seemed to feel likewise.
"Such a lovely little hind end," she said with just the hint of a chuckle
in her voice. "In fact, it almost seems a pity to have to subject it to a
rulering."
"Yes," I agreed, "but it simply has to be done if we want Polly to
lead a productive life."
I then asked Katherine if she was in the habit of thrashing the girls she took
into her custody, and she assured me that she was, that she believed in it, though she
often hired a governess like myself to take care of it.
At this, I reached into my satchel and took out a ruler made of thick wood and
handed it to her. "Perhaps you should give her the first installment of her
beating," I said to her. "I`d enjoy observing your technique. Then I can take up
the ruler and demonstrate some of my approach to corporal discipline."
Katherine stood at Polly`s side and began smacking the ruler at her bare bottom.
The sound of hard wood striking tender girl-flesh filled the room, a strange and wonderful
sort of music.
She gave Polly about two dozen whacks and then handed the ruler to me. By that
time, poor little Polly was tugging at her fastenings and letting out moaning sounds. Her
bottom was a bright pink color, throbbing and glowing.
And she was in for still more!
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