Chastised by His Governess by Jack Crawford

Author:Jack Crawford [Crawford, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: LSF Publications
Published: 2019-10-27T00:00:00+00:00

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Alma Davies was not above concern for Oscar. She had done her job as she rightly saw it, but she also well knew the damage she had inflicted. She allowed him half an hour or so to gather himself as she herself gathered a basin of water, a cloth, and an astringent. She carried these up to Oscar's bedroom, lightly knocked on his door and entered before he had a chance to respond.

Oscar heard the door open and someone enter. There was a waft of witch hazel and he raised his head to look over his shoulder, shocked to see that it was the governess who had come up to tend to him. He turned away and put his head back onto the bed.

"I should think you will feel this for some time," the governess said rhetorically as she examined the mass of perfectly aligned stripes. The welts were raised high and coloring quickly. "Let's put a cooling cloth on here first to help relieve the swelling." Even as she said this, Miss Davies admired her handiwork: pure precision. Her mother would be proud.

The young man gasped when the wet cloth was first applied. It was gently laid on his raised bottom and felt as if it were frozen at first, but then had a slight numbing effect as it lay changing the temperature across Oscar's backside. Alma then added the witch hazel to the wet cloth and there was a further numbing effect that was a great relief to the young man.

"You need not answer me now," the governess said to the well whipped boy, "but I would like to know about your companions: who they are, where they come from, what you were doing with them. It is not my intent to get any of them in trouble, I simply want to understand why you would go out of your way like this to meet with them."

She did not press him for an answer and, indeed, Oscar was not all that keen on speaking about his friends. He had already been lectured by his father about the folly of carousing with such sorts. Oscar lay on his bed for some time with Miss Davies sitting nearby, changing the cloth and adding more witch hazel as necessary. By the time she left, the wounded young man was fast asleep.

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