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| Rubbing up against a tree? Sounds a bit kinky. |
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| She seems nice. |
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| Yes, let’s. |
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| What a lovely film that was. Especially the bath scene… |
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| Rubbing up against a tree? Sounds a bit kinky. |
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| She seems nice. |
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| Yes, let’s. |
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| What a lovely film that was. Especially the bath scene… |
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| She decided on “Whiney” in the end. It seemed appropriate. |
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| My SO can do that. Just a few swishes of her magic wand and the housework begins – all without her lifting a finger. |
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| Ribbit |
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| Actually, that’s not true. There was a woodman – still is, actually, somewhere. I expect she’s got her reasons for keeping him hidden. |
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| Some day her Prince will come. You’ll be in the cucky cupboard when he does, obviously. |
…and they all… well, almost all of them, the ones that mattered anyway… lived happily ever after.
… and it’s worth it.
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| Many men get excited at the thought of watching passionate lesbian sex, but believe me after a few years you kinda start to feel a bit jealous? Silly, I know… |
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| Apparently she’s having the schoolroom fitted out already. If she’s not even pregnant yet, I have to say that seems a little premature. |
Bad manners, on the other hand, can you leave you sore for days.
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| See what I mean about good manners? He’s approaching the conversation in a polite, respectful way. I am sure she’ll give him a fair hearing and explain the reasons for her decision, in return. |
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| She’s very keen on good manners. Impossible girl. |
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| My SO went to the Caribbean. – Jamaica?- No, of course not. I don’t get to tell her what to do – I’m her slave. |
Mmmm… So, acting on numerous readers’ requests I fired up the old time portal to try to grab a few more glimpses from our future. But regular ‘readers’ of this blog will know that my time machine is about as effective and reliable as everything else I possess and this time it seems to have veered off into the past. The dial flicked between the 1930s and the nineteenth century, before breaking off and rolling into a corner of the cellar where my chain isn’t long enough to reach, so I’m afraid I have no idea when these originated.
I have a feeling this has happened before, though. Long, long ago….
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| These things happen. So do canings. |
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| Pnk’s nice. It’s a bit showy but manhide isn’t cheap, so why not flaunt it? |
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| You have to hold the toungue very still while you do it, basically. And of course, you can’t really use a gag, so you have to not mind screaming. Fortunately, she doesn’t. |
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| Works for me. |
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| It’s not the actual intercourse, it’s the cuddle afterwards, I find. |
…then you’re wasting your money.
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| Actually, I think she just wants to see you get beaten up. |
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| The rule is that only the lower brown stripe can still be visible, before the traffic stick treatment can be considered complete. |
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| It’s good that she’s so broadminded. I’ll get me coat… |
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| It’s what your right arm’s for. |
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| It’s amazing the things they can do with CGI special effects these days. They can actually make it look as if flesh is being burnt off with a red-hot brand, you know. But her method’s better. |
Boy? You can come in here now. I’m just about done.
Right, so as you can see I’ve been setting a few things up on your computer. One of my other pupils is an IT expert. Andy – such a clever boy! He’s built a few tools under my instruction, and I’ve just installed them. See? It runs in the background there: MyGoverness.
Now, give me your left hand. Let me just put this on your wrist… hold still while it clicks shut – there! Now, this just looks like an ordinary leather bracelet, but you see at the side here where it folds back? Open that up. That’s right. Now that’s a USB key, and if you pull it you’ll see you have about three feet of cable too.
Let’s check the length. Just plug it into the nearest USB port on your computer. Hmm. That’s a bit tight. Can you move the PC just a bit to the left, so it’s closer to where you sit? That’s right. Now plug it in. There – that’s fine, isn’t it? You’re sitting comfortably at the PC and you can type with both hands but you’re plugged in, too.
Now you see how the icon has changed? That’s because it knows you’re plugged in. And it’s noted the time, and I’ll be able to see what time you plugged in too. Now, the reason it’s yellow is that you’re on a voluntary session just now. So you can unplug again – that’s right, just pull the USB key out – and you see, it’s turned back to green. That’s OK.
But – plug in again, will you? – if I just set a compulsory session… hang on, I can do it with an app on my phone. Here we are… George, that’s you… set compulsory…immediate…no end time – there. You see? The icon is red now, because you’re on a compulsory session.
Try unplugging.
See? “Unauthorised exit” it says – and it’s flashing the whole screen and making that alarm noise to warn you. And of course that’s all recorded and I can see that you unplugged without permission. Those alarms are so that if you plug back in within ten seconds, it just records a minor infraction. You know what you get for a minor infraction, don’t you George? That’s right – it’s not pleasant, but it’s bearable. But if it’s more than ten seconds it records a major infraction – and then of course it’ll be the cane.
No, no set number of strokes. But obviously, there would be more the longer the unauthorised absence.
Let me just cancel that. Plug back in first, will you? That’s right. And I’ll make a note to delete the major infraction it’s just recorded – see, there’s a message on my phone stating that George unplugged without authorisation for a period of 40 seconds. And I press on that, it’ll call your dedicated mobile, so I can check what’s going on, and book you in for a caning.
Now then, compulsory sessions can be of fixed length or they can continue until tasks have been completed. Let me show you some of the things we can do, shall I?
(Oh, he’s such a clever boy, Andy, he really is. He’s been on this system for almost two years now, and of course since his job actually involves sitting in front of a computer, at home, I can keep him plugged in most of the time).
Now. This is ‘detention’. It’s the simplest programme of all. You see – your computer’s completely unresponsive. So you just sit here for as long as I’ve specified, and the clock there tells you how long you have to wait. And if I just specify the no-hands option – like…so! Now you can see the clock’s ticking upwards? Quite fast? Well, that’s because it’s adding time. To start it counting down again, you have to press the q and the page down keys at the same time. See – they’re on opposite sides of the keyboard so you have to use both hands. That’s right. You see now it’s counting down again? So if this were real, you’d stay like that for another hour and twenty minutes, before it releases you.
Oh – George? Don’t try to stick the keys down with anything. It never really works and I do make snap inspections you know.
And then there’s another option that specifies five keys on each side being pressed. So you have to hold your hands perfectly still in a fixed position, until your detention is over.
OK, I’ll cancel that.
Hmmm? Well no, of course you can’t. If the cable to your wristband is broken, then it won’t register you. It’s quite strong, though. I suppose it could break by accident. You’d just have to make an appointment to see me and we’d discuss it. If you have a good explanation, then I might not be too hard on you.
Right – now of course there’s a line-writing module.
Oh don’t groan, George! Of course there’s a line-writing module. All my boys have to write lines. You knew that when you signed up to have a governess, didn’t you?
Yes, of course you did.
Anyway, that works pretty much like the line-writing programmes you’ve probably seen on the Internet – Fond of Writing, writeforme and so on. You see the line up there, you type it in a little box and if you make an error you have to write it again, and it adds an extra to your target. Pretty straightforward.
In some ways, I prefer making boys write lines by hand. I’ll still have you doing that as well – that’s generally what I have in mind when I set you a detention without fixing your hands on the keyboard. But it’s so much easier this way – all quite automatic, you see. And I can have a line of any length at all. No – no limit. At first Andy had it set at 255 characters, but when I said that wasn’t enough he converted it into an unlimited field. I copied and pasted an entire chapter of the Guide to the Correction of Young Gentlemen, once. Of course, it’s almost impossible to type that much without making at least one mistake! When I looked the next day, I realised the boy I’d set it to had been going for over 18 hours, and he had 76 extras! So of course I just let him finish the one he was on and that was that. I’m not that strict!
I like setting lines in foreign languages too. Turkish, Estonian… that kind of thing. You have to concentrate a bit harder. I could even just set a random sequence of letters and characters, but I do like the thought that the boy is actually learning something as he types it again and again.
Anyway, it can set on compulsory or voluntary mode while you’re writing your lines. So it might keep you at it until you finished, or you might just have a target number of lines to complete by a set date. One of my boys said in his application form that he needed a governess’s guidance to stop him procrastinating; so I set him 5000 lines every month but left it completely up to him when to do them. The first few months, he left it awfully late and had to work through the night as he got close to the deadline, but now he’s learnt to settle down into a steady routine. Isn’t that nice?
So that’s line-writing… what else can I show you?
That little light? Yes, your camera’s on, you see. I can check up on any of the boys who are plugged in. And it stays on for a couple of minutes after they unplug – I love watching them frantically trying to plug back in within the ten seconds deadline if they pull it out accidentally.
Hmmm? No, there’s no connection to your chastity belt. Andy had some ideas about that, but it sounded very complicated and I didn’t really see the point. After all, every boy comes to see me in person at least once every two weeks, so even the most frequent masturbation schedule can be supervised in person.
Oh – but that reminds me. Here’s a task that you’re going to become very familiar with over the next few months! This is called ‘mens sana‘. Do you recognise the quote?
That’s right: mens sana in corpore sano. Meaning?
Well, what’s the point of ‘knowing’ it if you don’t know what it means?
I see. Forgotten. Well – it’s a good thing you’ve got a governess, then, isn’t it?
Mens sana in corpore sano means ‘a clean mind in a healthy body’. And it’s what I aim to instil in you. Because at the moment, you have a filthy mind in a disgustingly perverted and unhealthy little body, don’t you?
And why’s that? Because you’ve spent so much time sitting right here, masturbating in front of all the pornography you have on this computer, that’s why!
Oh don’t be ridiculous, George, of course I found it! I told you Andy was clever, didn’t I? Do you think I wouldn’t have software that can find hidden images and movies?
Look – there it all is. Filthy, filthy pictures and movies showing all sorts of things you’re not going to be allowed any more. So – we’re going to clean it all up!
See – I’m setting a task called ‘clean up computer’…and requiring, let’s see, 100 a week. Now – you see it’s opened a directory full of your pornography? You can see the files there – in fact, this is the only way you can access this directory now. Just double click on any of them – a picture, say.
There it is. It’s all quite greyed out and blurry, so you can’t see much of it. Not enough to get excited. But we can see enough to know what it is, can’t we? Poor girl – she must be awfully cold in that bra, especially without any panties. Anyway – move your mouse over it.
That’s right. You see how it’s changed to a scrubbing brush? So press both mouse buttons down and start scrubbing back and forth. That’s right…back and forth, back and forth. And you see how the picture is gradually disappearing where you scrub? It takes about ten passes over any pixel to scrub it completely clean. And once you’ve done it for the whole picture – that’s right, keep going. Scrub it all away… Once it’s done it for the whole picture, it deletes the file and records one filthy picture cleaned up.
It works on videos too. How about that one? “Melissa sucks cock” That sounds like the sort of thing we want to clean up. It takes a frame every minute as a photo, and you have to clean all of them. So let’s see… goodness, Melissa sucks a cock for a long time, doesn’t she? Well, you’d better get started. It will credit you with eleven cleaned-up pictures for this, so it’s all quite fair.
Each one takes about three minutes if you’re scrubbing vigorously, so 100 a week is just over three hours or so. And you’ll continue that every week until they’re all gone.
How many have you got, anyway? Goodness! However did you find time to look at them all? Well, you’re going to be doing this for a few years, by the looks of it, then, aren’t you? And some of those look like quite long videos.
Anyway. you carry on scrubbing away poor Melissa’s unpleasant experience, and I’ll go downstairs and have a cup of tea. I’ll set you a compulsory six hour session – to give you a tour of all the different features, and then when you wake up tomorrow you should plug in to see your weekly schedule – I can set it up tonight. All my boys need to be plugged in at 6am every day, just to check for new instructions.
No, I can let myself out. You gave me a spare key, remember? So I can come and go as I please. Unlike you.
Holmes nodded wearily.
“A natural mistake to make” he replied, and opened a newspaper as if to
close the conversation.
“I mean, damn it all Holmes” I went on, determined not to
allow him to avoid explanations. “Her
glove was found at the scene of the crime, the rope used in the hanging came
from her sash window, we found the bloodied knife in her room and on top of
everything, Sir Horace had recently changed his will leaving everything to her.”
Holmes put his paper down with some visible
irritation. He seemed to be physically
discomforted, in addition to his usual irascibility.
“Indeed Watson. But
as you know, I had a very long talk with the, erm, formidable Miss Huntingdon
in her schoolroom, and she explained everything to me very clearly. Very clearly indeed. I cannot breach her confidence to explain
why, but there is no question of her guilt.
She was most persuasive.”
And he fell silent as if recalling a vivid memory, then shook his head and shifted nervously in his seat – and instantly, it seems, regretted it, as he
winced in some pain.
“This railway company is a disgrace.” he remarked. “Singularly uncomfortable seats.”
“We could swap” I offered. “Mine is well upholstered.” But he refused with a curter shake
of his head.
“So…” I mused. “Suicide, after all. But Holmes, how ever did Sir Horace hang
himself and stab himself several times, after
tying his own hands behind his back? And
did you ever solve the mystery of the strange marks across his buttocks?”
“The English aristocrat is a remarkably creative animal,
Watson” Holmes remarked. “Damn this seat”
– and he got up, wincing all the way.
“If you’ll excuse me, Watson” he remarked, I think I might
after all not accompany you all the way to London. I cannot abandon Miss Huntingdon, at this
difficult time. To lose her employer and
gain control of a household and vast fortune all in one week like that… the
poor woman will need a man’s guidance. I
shall return to Castle Charingbourne.
“But dash it all, Holmes!
Sir Horace was an unmarried man!
Why employ a governess, if you have no children?”
But he did not – or would not – hear me or look in my direction, gazing instead almost longingly up the hill in the direction
of the great house, with the faintest smile playing across his lips.