Category: governess

The deal

Not for the first time, I found myself writing a ‘caption’ that’s so long it could barely fit onto the Sistine Chapel ceiling (and, to be honest, might not be entirely appropriate there), so instead of putting it in 6 point type, here it is, unlocked and free to dangle, as it were.

Actually, this one’s a bit serious, not a joke.  Very strong fantasy for me.  Hope I haven’t ruined it by writing it down.


And it’s called ‘The Deal’.





‘The
deal’?  Well, I thought I’d been
perfectly clear.  I can run through it
once more, I suppose.

I
am a professional governess and lifestyle counsellor.  I specialise in taking charge of supposedly
grown men like you, who have never grown up.

I
will set you homework every week and punish you if it is not done to my
satisfaction.  At weekends, you will come
here and do chores before breakfast, then you will sit in a classroom under my
supervision.  You will go to bed by 8.30.

I
will lock your penis away so you can’t indulge your filthy habits.  And I will fill the time you save by setting
you punishment lines to write, and making you stand for hours in a naughty corner in your
apartment, monitored by a camera feed via your computer.
 
I will take control. You will go on a strict diet, and will
exercise to my specifications daily.  You will keep your apartment spotlessly
clean, to a rota I will provide.  TV and Internet time will be severely rationed, and you will not be
permitted to watch anything inappropriate.  I will control your spending, by
monitoring your bank accounts, and you will be expected to keep records of
everything, and account for every penny so I can make sure you are not
frittering your money away.  Any purchases over £25 will need pre-approval. You
will bring me your performance evaluations from work, and we will discuss ways
in which you can apply yourself more effectively in your career.

And I will beat you every time I am in the slightest degree dissatisfied
with your perfomance.  I will use the strap and the tawse on your
palms.  I will beat your thighs and calves with a heavy leather belt.  And whenever I am
still not satisfied that you have learnt your lesson, I will cane you.  There is
an old-fashioned whipping block in my study, and I will strap you tightly over
it and I will flog you with this cane until I am satisfied that you have learnt
your lesson.  You will scream, and struggle, and beg and plead and you will
cry.  All boys do.  But the straps are strong and so is my will.

You
will dread the ringtone of the mobile phone that is only for my use, to call
you with instructions.  You will dread
the journey to my house on a Friday evening. 
You will squirm in fear as I look over your homework and your
lines.  You will shake when you are
waiting outside my study for the call to enter and to face your
punishment.  Even in your lonely bed at
home, you will wake in a cold sweat, from a nightmare in which you imagine me
displeased with you.

You
will obey me.  You will work for me.  You will scream in pain, or endure hours of tedium, as I dictate.  You will hate the pain, and the
discomfort and the sexual frustration, the misery and the terror.  Above all, you will hate this cane and
you will fear what I can do to you with it. 
Every waking moment.

That is ‘the deal’.

Oh
– and one more thing.  You will pay me
for the privilege.

You
may now leave, or you may choose to sign the contract and we will begin.


Your obedient servant

What's Portuguese for 'dominatrix'?

Don't governesses have neat handwriting?

Who are these people?  Why don’t they even need to address the postcards?  Or in Her case, affix a stamp? I have no idea, sorry.

***UPDATE*** I have added the text of the two postcards ‘in plain’, because I guess they’re unreadable.  I’ve kept the font, but you should be able to copy and paste into somthing ugly like Arial if you like.

Sorry about that.  If anyone wants to suggest an appropriate measure of correction, just in case I’m not sorry enough?  Hmmm….?

From him to Her:

Dear Mistress
i am having a lovely time in Brazil, at the ressort You booked.  There are a lot of other men here, some sentenced to staying just a few weeks like me, others for life rather longer.  I have marked my room with ‘X’. I spend a lot of time there.
But I go outside too.  Sometimes i lie in the sun for hours at a time, not moving a muscle!  Sometimes I just run round and round the yard. i’ve been getting quite red in the sun (and out of it), and i’m certainly getting an all-over tan!  But i’m not just layzing around!  Every morning, we all go  for a good healthy run, followed by a brisk outdoor shower.  The guards staff here like to keep us on our toes (or occasionally off them)!  There are three shifts, so there is always plenty on duty.

So, thank You again for forcing me to booking my stay here.  You were quite right – i ’ve really learnt a lot about myself, here, especially about my own self-worth.  i won’t say “wish You were here”, but i certainely wish i was with You right now!

Yours (truly!)  Servitor

From Her to him:

servitor
I received your postcard.  I was a little surprised that it had taken you so long to write.  Perhaps the staff were keeping you too busy!  I’ll call them, to ask.
I was pleased to hear how you have been getting on.  I was distinctly less pleased to count three spelling mistakes, a grammatical error and no fewer than eight crossings-out! In your next few postcards, I ‘suggest’ you should endeavour to correct the spelling errors, repeatedly (the usual count!).
Other errors will have to wait until your return.  I have made a note, and we shall discuss them with Mrs Lochgelly and Miss Rattan, whom I expect you remember well.
Finally, you really do not need to inform me about your activities, as you know I receive a full weekly report.  Simply express thanks.
I remain
your Mistress