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In memory of Alex Birch. That was a superb story, written brilliantly and with a certain sensitivity avoiding vulgar descriptions. I really like this story, I used to love the old mags, the writing always seemed more plausable than many today.
Thank you Regards dave. Wednesday, 17 March A girl and her governess. Unfortunately, I do not know precisely, from what magazine this story. It seems Governess spanking stories me that it was old Janus A girl and her governess She was sitting on the beach, a tall slender girl with a graceful figure, wearing a light-red bikini.
She wanted to be alone, but she was constantly aware of how people around her looked at her. She tried her best to turn her head away as she didn't wish to meet their staring eyes. She was leaning backwards on her arms with her palms down in the sand, stretching her long legs in front of her. Every now and then she looked up in the sky where there were few clouds and occasionally a passenger plane passing by. Seventeen-year-old Stella had decided to spend as much as possible of this day by the lake. She wanted to because the next day and perhaps for a few following days it would be a little awkward for her to come down to the beach at all.
No girl at her age would like to wear a bikini and stroll around on the beach among lots of people if she were in the same predicament. The thought stayed in her head, and suddenly she felt a strange sensation and a tingling feeling between her thighs which made her involuntarily press her slim thighs together. She imagined how exciting it would be if she walked around down here on the beach in her brief shorts or in her bikini tomorrow. How they would be staring at her. This afternoon, her governess — as mother liked to call her, or Miss Hilton, as daddy addressed her, had taken the car to a shop in Portsmouth.
There she was going to buy something she had been talking about for the last three days. It was something, she had told Stella, which would be very useful in the upbringing of teenaged girls. When she returned she would be waiting in the little cottage Stella's parents had rented for the summer before they went on their trip abroad.
At half-past-four she would have tea ready for them and after Stella had washed the dishes, Miss Hilton had said she intended to let Stella make her first acquaintance with a new implement she had acquired. Stella's first acquaintance? That was what she had said. But what would Governess spanking stories be? Stella shuddered in the warm sun as she thought about it. Her parents were rather strict. Not so much her daddy.
But her stepmother, who had married daddy a little more than nine years ago. She tried her best to keep Stella in line. And the girls' school where they had placed Stella a couple of years ago was also a very strict one. Too strict as far as Stella was concerned. It was the bad Stella had had at school which had led to her parents advertising for a governess during summer. There had been surprisingly many applicants to the post as governess for two months, or eventually longer, who were willing to live with a teenaged girl in a rented cottage nearby Portsmouth.
The salary promised was good and they were to have dinner at the hotel in order to diminish the household Governess spanking stories and there would, of course, be a woman who would help with the cleaning once a week. A few of the applicants had been called for an interview. One of them left at once when she heard that she was to have a girl who was aged seventeen.
Another was too old to her step-mother's liking. Then there had been Miss Hilton, who was only Stella's parents liked her and Stella found her nice-looking and so close to her own age so she voted for her too. It was rather embarrassing for Stella, when her step-mother, at a second meeting with Miss Hilton, talked with her about the general behaviour of teenagers and Stella's in particular. She called Stella a tomboy and said she needed somebody who could teach her how to behave properly.
Then she told her about herself and that she had Governess spanking stories brought up rather strictly. She was twenty-years-old when she moved from home to be a teacher at a girls' school on the east coast. At that time it was less than a year since she had got her last chastisement from her mother. In her work she had had to slipper a few girls, but they had of course been younger than Stella. As she really was in need for work to support herself, she felt confident that she would be capable to handle a seventeen-year-old, as the girl would be her only responsibility.
In her class there had been 29 pupils. From her home she really had learnt from her mother what was to the most good for unruly teen-aged girls. Stella knew what elders meant when they talked about "what would be good for teenagers". All grown-ups seemed with those words to be referring to the same thing. It had to do with attending to a certain part of a girl's anatomy. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted. Two rather pleasant-looking boys with short-cut brown hair stopped almost right in front of her.
She felt their eyes looking her over. They stared openly at her trim well-rounded but rather small breasts and her sun-tanned long tapering thighs. Stella tried to ignore them as she didn't wish them to start a conversation. She inclined her head backwards and shut her eyes, feeling the sun burning in her face.
As she didn't look up, the boys soon splashed away further along the beach in feet-deep water. Stella drew in her breath, and her young apple-formed breasts heaved, pushing out and up, tautening the thin top of her bikini in a way the boys certainly would have liked to have watched. But they had already found a couple of other girls with which they now were fully occupied, trying out their whole register of boyish charm. Stella wrinkled her nose and looked out over the lake. She saw people of all ages enjoying the water and the warm sunshine.
Stella had bathed enough for today. She became aware of how her watch ticked away. Soon she would have to collect her things and return to the cosy little cottage where she lived with Miss Hilton. She had promised to be back at half-past-four. Her governess expected punctuality, a fact which Stella had been reminded of at several occasions these last days.
Governess spanking stories Miss Hilton had said that she would have tea ready for them when Stella was back. And after tea Stella shivered as if she suddenly felt cold. She remembered Miss Hilton's words. We will have a couple of hours then before we have to go to the hotel for dinner. It is time for you to learn the error of your ways and decide to try harder to behave more like a grown-up.
You know what your parents told me about you. And I want to show you that I fully agree with them! Miss Hilton. Stella had to call her so. Governess spanking stories governess was not much older than she. Only years-old and Stella was seventeen. She felt is strange to listen to a girl not more than five years older talking to her in that way and at the same time be aware of what she really meant. Stella's parents had promised Miss Hilton that she would have their full support in everything she deemed necessary to do in her efforts to take good care of their daughter.
She had better be home in time, Stella thought. She started to pick up all the things she had scattered around her. She brushed the sand off her feet and legs and raised, taking her bag, and leisurely she walked up the huts to change clothes. At twenty minutes past four she was home. Miss Hilton smiled when she came into the little kitchen where the table was laid for tea. Stella sat down and Miss Hilton poured her a cup and talked about the nice weather they had and how much traffic there had been on the road to Portsmouth.
She had come back earlier than she Governess spanking stories counted on so she had helped Stella with ironing a couple of her blouses and a skirt. Now she wanted Stella to wear them instead of the gingham summer dress she had on. Stella went obediently to change her clothes. As she shut the door she looked at the garments which were laid out on her bed. She flushed as she saw them.
Her stepmother must have put them in her luggage. It was the things mother wanted her to wear at home during the evenings and week-ends. They were very childish. Mummy wanted her to look younger than she was.
He had just grunted and nodded as he told them that he thought Stella looked lovely. The real reason was that her stepmother didn't like people to think that she was old enough to have a daughter who was seventeen-years-old. She would have preferred having Stella look like an eight-year-old. But as she couldn't, she tried to dress Stella to be somewhere in her lower teens instead of in her upper. Some of her mummy's friends really thought Stella was around thirteen or fourteen-years-old instead of her seventeen.
Stella was a little more than medium-height, with narrow hips and a very slim waist. She had girlishly long legs and felt proud of them. Her hair was light-brown, curling round a delicate face with big eyes and almost unusually long lashes. All that made it Governess spanking stories to make the girl look younger than she was. But with this kind of dress Stella's stepmother found that the girl often seemed to convince people that she was the age she was dressed to look.
The skirt on the bed was light-blue and much too brief. It left more than half of her slender thighs bare. The blouses were two. One white and one light-yellow and both buttoned up Governess spanking stories the neck. Stella knew how these blouses stretched across her small breasts, particularly when she felt excited and her breasts pouted out and became firm and she felt that nice tingling round her tits. There was a tie to match and white knee-length socks and the dark-blue shoes her mother had bought as she couldn't find light-blue ones in the shops where she asked for them.
Reluctantly Stella changed her clothes. There was a package with a set of underclothes which Miss Hilton must have bought for her. They were in soft nylon and light-pink. Stella liked the look of them. They felt smooth and tightfitting against her skin. It is ten to five. Quickly Stella put on her low-heeled shoes and then rose and went to the large mirror on the door to her wardrobe. She looked at herself in the mirror with a defiant expression in her face. She saw a tall long-legged girl dressed like a little schoolgirl. Her brief pleated skirt didn't cover much of her long sun-tanned thighs, and the blouse — the light-yellow one — stretched tight across her now firm and tingling breasts.
She felt strangely excited as she looked at herself dressed like this. It would be the first time Miss Hilton saw her as her mother liked to have her dressed since she first had started to buy these kind of clothes for her about two years ago. Since then she often had to show herself like this to her stepmother and her friends in their home in Wimbledon.Governess spanking stories
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