I remembered the time she came to live with us. It was the first week of December, 1892, a month after my father died. We were left quite a fortune, able to support us three—my Mamma, Lucy, and I. Mamma desired for us to have a comfortable lifestyle so she decided to hire a governess to take care of my and Lucy's education instead of sending me to school. I was thirteen that time.
Mamma introduced her to us right away, we were in our study room, Lucy and I each had our own tables. Miss Lily was a very beautiful person, with her auburn hair and beautiful but strict looking face. "My dears, this is Miss Lily. She will be your governess and teach you all the lessons you need to know. Please be good to her and follow her instructions," she said then turned to Miss Lily, "You will find them a bit spoiled, but I am certain they will behave. If by any chance they didn't, don't hesitate to use the birch rod at the corner, one of our servants replace them regularly, so you will be assured of their freshness."
At the sight of the birch rod, I saw something changed in Miss Lily's demeanor, it was as if she got excited, but it was only her eyes that gave it away. She still maintained her strict poise but smiled for a bit as she agreed to everything else my Mamma was saying. But I was certain that given the chance, Miss Lily would administer us the rod and do it with delight.
For the first few weeks everything went well. Miss Lily even praised us, Lucy and I, to our dear Mamma, saying that we had been very good and bright children. Of course, children as we were, the praises went to our heads and became quite careless. Until one morning, knowing that Miss Lily would never punish us, I refused to do the lessons assigned to me. Miss Lily reprimanded me at first, saying that I should be a very good boy and do my lessons. Still, I refused to do so until the end of our study time.
Miss Lily, on finding that I didn't do a single number in my assignments, flushed red in anger. She ordered me to stand up and come to her. I did so with an air of nonchalance, and lazily stepped towards her when I saw her eyes flashed and with haste she marched towards me and grabbed my hand tightly. I was shocked at the force of her hand that I trashed, clawed and bit her just so to loosen her grip on me but she was surprisingly strong.
She had me bent at a small table, got some ropes and tied my hands and feet on the table's legs. At the corner of my eyes, I could see Lucy, on the verge of tears, begging Miss Lily to stop. But her words meant nothing for Miss Lily and, she, too grabbed Lucy's hand and forcefully towed her but not to tie her down. Instead, she dragged her up to the other side of the door and slammed the door shut in her face.
I heard the lock clicked into place and Miss Lily turned, flushed red and her nostrils flaring in anger. Despite my bound condition, I could still appreciate her person, that she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes on. I saw her took the birch rod at the corner, and proceeded to bring down my trousers despite my position. I felt the cold air for a short time when I heard the air whittled and smack! Unbelievable pain coursed through my person from the point the rod made its contact with my skin. I squirmed but was determined not a sound to come out of me when the second blow came, harder than the first, and I couldn't help but wince when the third came much harder and it doubled on my balls and right there I screamed,
"Oh! Oh! Miss Lily, forgive me! I will never! Oh, never do it again!" I begged, tears were falling down my cheeks, but Miss Lily continued with what seemed a renewed fervor each time.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
She didn't stop until the turned into a useless stump. I cried until there were no more tears left to cry out. But aside from pain, I could feel something queer from my backside coming to my pego. A pulsing feeling. I could feel my pego stiffening on its own accord.
