Stuart meets the tawse, A very special bath, and a visit to the doctor
CHAPTER 2
STUART MEETS THE TAWSE
Stuart knelt naked in front of his Governess and Mama.
"Marta, we have decided that the punishment room is to be called The Mistress Chapel. Please accompany the boy to The Mistress Chapel."
Stuart paled, but stood up.
"WAIT!"
Mrs. McGregor reached into a bag and pulled out black leather cuffs which she placed on his neck, wrists and ankles, then used small padlocks to lock them on.
"Get used to wearing these, child. They will be a regular part of your training."
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Stuart hung by his cuffed wrists from a chain hanging from a rafter, his face red in embarrassment.
Mrs. McGregor entered, carrying a leather strap
"This, boy, is called a tawse, a fine implement of Scottish discipline. Yes, this is a MY tawse. It's an old and trusted friend. You'll learn to love it and to dread it at the same time. I love it, I love its weight, its stiffness, the thickness of the leather, its smell and I imagine I will love the whimpering, moaning, and begging it causes each and every time I use it on your bottom."
Mrs. McGregor sensuously ran the tawse over her hand.
"Stuart, this is what you get when you displease me. I'm going to give you a taste, just a taste, so you understand exactly what you're in store for you whenever I wish to punish you."
She walked around the youth, running her hand over his chest, his back, his ass, his genitals. His cock stood erect from the caresses.
Then she started toying with his nipples. He jerked from her caresses.
"Ooooo, rather sensitive, are we, child? That's good to know. Does Mama have any nipple clamps? Never mind, if she doesn't I'll order some."
She continued teasing his now erect nipples, then suddenly pinched one between her thumb and forefinger.
"No no no please stop." Stuart yelled.
"Ah, laddie, get used to it. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain will be inextricably be joined together in your mind by the time I'm done with you."
She continued pinching and twisting for a couple more minutes.
"Ha! I can't wait to introduce you to nipple clamps."
She then lifted the tawse to his lips. "Kiss it. Kiss the instrument of your correction."
Stuart obeyed.
"Next, you are to thank me for allowing you to taste my tawse."
"Th...th...thank you, Governess." Stuart stuttered.
Stopping behind him she drew the tawse back and with a CRACK whipped it across his posterior.
She stopped at twenty five strokes. By that time Stuart was sobbing from the pain flaring through his body.
"Just a taste, darling," she said in her soft Scottish accent, as she started caressing him again.
Mrs. McGregor then caressed Stuart until he exploded, screaming her name, catching his semen in a small glass she had waiting, the lubricating her hand with some of his cum, using it to extend his ecstasy. Then she smiled and lifted the glass. "Open up." she said.
"Please, no!" he pleaded, turning his head.
"Stuart, what was the rule that was explained to you?"
"A..a...a..sl...slave has to eat his cum."
"And what is THIS?"
"My c..c...c...cum."
"And what are you to do?"
"Eat it." he responded.
"Correct. NOW OPEN YOUR MOUTH!!!!" she screamed.
Stuart shook his head no.
Mrs. McGregor picked her tawse up and delivered a dozen more strokes.
By the sixth one Stuart had surrendered, yelling "Please stop!! No no I'll do it!!"
When she was done the obedient slave opened his mouth and Mrs. McGregor pulled his hair to lean his head back.
"Open." she ordered.
Stuart slowly opened his mouth and his Governess poured the contents into his mouth.
"Verra good, laddie. Now for the rest."
She put her finger in the glass, collecting the remnants of his orgasm, then held it in front of his face.
Slowly Stuart extended his tongue and licked his cum from her hand.
"Now thank me, Stuart."
The Bath
Stuart had a restless night.
Between the pain in his rear, the embarrassment of sleeping naked, the turmoil of his feelings toward his new Governess, the hope that she would make him cum again, the fear that she would use the tawse on him again.....he finally dozed off.
It seemed like just minutes later when Governess entered the room.
"Rise and shine, child. You have a long day ahead of you. But first, a bath."
"Ummmm, Governess? I don't take baths, I take showers."
"Not any more, laddie. From now on you take nice long bubble baths. Come along."
In the bathroom Mrs. McGregor puts a collar and wrist cuffs on Stuart. Different from the ones she had used yesterday, they seemed to be rubber, and Mrs. McGregor explained that water would ruin leather cuffs. She then ran a short chains between collar and wrist cuffs, using trigger clips to attach them. After laying a towel on the floor she has Stuart lie down.
"I have to get rid of this ugly pubic hair, Stuart. And remember that you have to keep yourself closely shaved at all times."
"But...but...but..."
"Quiet, child. That's an order, understand?"
"Yes, Governess."
She pulled out her notebook and made a notation.
She first used hair clippers on him to trim back the hair.
She then proceeded to slather Stuart's genitals with shaving cream, then his cock and balls are shaved. Stuart's face turned red at the embarrassment and humiliation of being shaved, denuding him of his relatively recent crop of pubic hair.
She wiped him down with a damp towel, then felt the area she had just shaved and pronounced "Perfect. Smooth as a baby's butt. Your little peepee looks like you're ten years old."
Stuart's blush deepened as the import of what she said sunk in. Ten years old? Peepee?
She released his hands and then ordered, "Turn over, Stuart, one more thing. Put your butt in the air, knees apart. Pull your ass cheeks apart."
Head down, ass in the air, Stuart obeyed.
"Stay there." was the next peremptory order.
Mrs. McGregor was humming as she gathered equipment for the next stage of Stuart's bath.
He heard water running, the click of high heels, then the squeak of wheels on the floor.
"Look at me, child."
Stuart looked up. Mrs. McGregor was now wearing a black rubber apron standing beside a chrome stand that held three bulging bags with hoses coming from each one.
"First I'm going to shave around your little hole. I want you to be very, very still, you REALLY don't want to get a cut back there. Understand?"
"Yes, Governess."
Again she covered the target area with cream, then proceeded to shave his ass.
"Good, now let's make sure your boipussy is nice and clean."
"Boipussy? What's that?"
She then pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, lubricated the fingers and shoved them into Stuart's anus.
"THIS is your boipussy."
"NOOOOOO......" Stewart tried to escape being impaled by his Governess.
SLAP SLAP SLAP Mrs. McGregor spanked his ass.
"Stay still, boy, and get back into position."
She walked around the prostrate boy until she stood in front of him.
"Now I want you to lick my shoes."
The kneeling boy eagerly complied.
"Enough!" she said.
She then proceeded to give Stuart multiple enemas, one soapy and two clean, making him hold the water in longer with each one.
She again attached his wrist cuffs to the collar, then assisted him into the bubble filled tub. She then attached his collar to a ring set in the wall by another short chain. She then washed his hair, rinsing it with a hand held shower, then stood him up, re-attaching his bonds to another ring, and washed his body. She then used a nail brush on his cock and balls, scrubbing and scrubbing until his genitals and pubic area were bright pink. Then she had the sobbing boy turn around and she put a generous amount of body soap on her hands and started toying with his ass, caressing and rubbing his cheeks, then she ordered him to thrust his backside out. she spread him apart and said "Let's make sure you're nice and clean inside." She then pushed a finger into his anus, and again Stuart begged her to stop. "Laddie, I have to be sure you're nice and clean. Be quiet." Then she thrust two fingers inside him, searching for his prostate. "Hmmmm, a bit swollen, aren't we? We can fix that, but later."
She then reached into a pocket on her apron and pulled out a slim red dildo, soaped it up, and proceeded to push it into him. In and out, in and out, for several minutes, all the while Stuart is moaning and protesting.
She finally rinsed him then released him from the ring. Taking a towel she dried him, then did his hair using a hair dryer. She then slathered him with a feminine, scented moisturizing cream, concentrating on his cock and balls and ass. His erection was steel hard from this treatment.
"That's better. You look even more naked without that ugly pubic hair. Now let's finish you up."
Then she used an epilator on the rest of his body, chest, arms and legs. There were times when Stuart was whimpering from the pain caused by hair being pulled out by the root.
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"Report to me in the living room in an hour."
Stuart was on pins and needles waiting for the time to pass.
He finally decided to see Mrs. McGregor.
"Come here, boy. Hands behind you."
Stuart assumed the position. Mrs. McGregor ran her hand over his cock and balls.
"Yes, much better. Turn. Hands on your head. Lean forward."
Stuart presented his ass to this Governess. He still bore the marks from his earlier meeting with the tawse.
"Reach back, spread you cheeks apart. Very nice. Turn."
Again Mrs. McGregor toyed with his genitals, causing an erection.
She then reached into a pocket in her dress and pulled out a pair of panties.
She rubbed the satin material against his lewd display.
"This is a pair of your Mama's used panties. You like to jerk off into your Mama's panties, don't you boy?"
"Ummmmm...errrr....ah...."
"ANSWER ME. Or do you want the tawse again?"
"No, no, no, Governess."
"No as in you don't play with your Mama's panties or no you don't want the tawse?"
"The tawse, Governess. I don't want the tawse."
"Then answer me."
