Leak Ch 05

Chapter Five: Bye, Bye, Father. Hello Shame.

Laura stood meekly in front of her new governess and between her twin boys. She stood watching and waving timidly, but was unable to smile. She was positive she'd never smile again. She didn't know what to think as her father's car disappeared through a gate in a wall, on the far side of a courtyard. It drove swiftly out of sight and out of existence for Laura. Her heart was broken from having just missed saying good-bye to that strange man.

Laura's heart was broken crystal spewed across a floor people went out of their way to grind under foot. Though he treated her with complete indifference, he was her father. Sure she'd just met him, and she'd probably not see him again for quite sometime, if ever, but she loved him. It was her nature to love without reciprocation. She stood torn and shredded, her stomach tense and bloated with worry over the punishment Thelma had promised her later that evening. Her mind was cornered, mouth incapable of speech, body unable to move. She was a desperate mouse in a convoluted maze, seeking a tiny glimmer of hope, the exit. Suddenly Thelma spun Laura around, bringing them face to face.

"Miss Paines, listen to me and listen to me well. I will not repeat myself. You are to go up to your room and undress completely," Thelma stated in a sweet but stern voice. She was loud enough for her boys, a strolling couple, some longing individuals, the busybodies, and a few housekeepers to hear. With arrogance and pride, she looked around the room with a smirk on her face and continued. "You will hang your clothes up neatly and stand facing the door, with your arms at your sides. You will not touch anything! You will not make a sound! You will stay perfectly still until I arrive. Do you understand me?" The last word came down with a gavel's finality. Even without looking, Laura saw the people around her and felt them staring in amusement.

"Yes ma'am," Laura answered, her face bright red with shame, anxiety wrenching her gut. She stood aquiver, wishing she could run away, dart upstairs and disappear into her room. Maybe she could hide from everything, escape this entirely bizarre affair.

Thelma turned away, as if allowing Laura to pass and her sons seized the moment. One rouge reached up and grabbed Laura's left breast in his two hands. He squeezed it hard and yanked the teen to her toes, while pinching and twisting her nipple. At the same instant, the other imp ran a hand up the shocked girl's skirt. He grabbed a handful of her right ass cheek, dug his fingers into the meaty globe and squeezed as hard as his brother. Both tested the girl's resiliency in their own way, nearly lifting the startled female off her feet as she squealed in reproach.

Thelma spun around to find her two sons standing quietly upright, grins on their faces and halos overhead. She found Laura regaining her balance, one hand clutching the sore breast, the other her ass. Laura's eyes glanced around the great foyer, at the laughing onlookers, at voyeurs who'd come to ogle her openly. She felt mortified, until her eyes met Thelma's and her heart stopped, the blood drained from her face and mortification turned to horror. Her arms dropped to her sides and she made to stand tall, though something told her to run. She moved to point, but didn't. She made to speak, to blame, but stayed mute, checking herself before each mistake. The rules dominated the moment, the rules, her nature and the promised punishment.

"There'll be several more lashes this evening," Thelma said in a severe tone. The couple holding each other tight whispered to themselves in giggling interest. Laura's blood turned cold and she began shivering as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Now Miss Paines, you will face the boys and apologize to them for attempting to bring them trouble. Then, you will repeat for them, in a clear voice, what it is I've just instructed you to do..." Laura stared in wide-eyed disbelief, listening with mouth agape. "...And then, you will ask for their permission before leaving." Again Laura couldn't believe her ears, it was all so unbelievable, but she also couldn't disobey. The room was so quiet Laura heard a pin drop to the floor and bounce before rolling to a stop.

Laura turned and stood before the terrible boys. Both goaded her with quiet comments while ogling her ripe body. Their eyes were openly devouring her breasts, trying successfully to bring her ever more shame. Laura closed her eyes and in her sweet Southern accent, apologized. Then she was made to repeat herself, a few times. She then forced herself to explain to the monsters what it was she was about to do. Her words caused the boys to begin drooling and the front of their trousers to undulate like bags containing frustrated boa constrictors.

After getting the boys' permission to leave, Laura turned to Thelma, who nodded in approval. Almost in a run, Laura passed the enraptured couple, the gloating individuals and giggling housekeepers. The frightened teenager ran off to her room, a degraded, dejected soul.

Trembling with anticipation, Laura stood facing the door to her room as Thelma had instructed. She was completely naked, her arms hanging nervously at her sides. She was afraid to move, to speak or even think. All she could see were the glaringly ugly faces of the boys. She still felt their terrible hands on her breast and buttocks. No one had ever touched her like that before. No one had ever been so rude. Their rudeness made her sick and the names they'd called her, the words they'd used to describe her, names and words she had never heard before, upset her to no end. She saw the boys standing in front of her, laughing in her face and goading her into tears. She couldn't understand any of it. Why had Thelma made her ask the boys for permission to leave and why in front of so many others. Why did the boys make her beg over and over again...? Why?

Laura wanted to put it all out of her mind, pretend it wasn't happening and that everything was as it should be. She wanted to look around her lovely room, at all the pretty things that made it her special place. She wanted to be the princess again. But her mind came full circle, the rules returned, the faces, the hands and the punishment Thelma promised. But no one could be serious about such a terrible thing, not even this strange woman whom she now awaited in the nude. 'No one could be so mean,' Laura pondered. Her thoughts turned to hope just as the door from Betsey's room flew open and cold reality entered like the frigid north wind, slapping her in the face.

Thelma entered, slamming the door behind her and came to face the trembling teenager. She nodded in approval and satisfaction at Laura's obeisance. With arrogance and an aura of absolute authority she crossed the room while casually scanning its prettiness with disdain. Laura watched the woman move to a chair and sit down.

Thelma cast a cold unsympathetic eye upon Laura and with a snap of her fingers, motioned the teen to come stand before her. Shaking, Laura obeyed. Thelma looked up at a pristine virgin, born for a Victorian era, as pure of heart and mind as ever was conceived. She saw an amply endowed female, with a pair of breasts that dangled from a frail torso like two overly ripened, flesh-colored watermelons. Each was capped with a long pink nipple surrounded by delicate aureole. Here was a fine porcelain doll with a pear shaped belly, deep whorled button and long tapering limbs. Her mons was covered in a blond down fur, through which Thelma could see a pair of dainty flower petal lips and an enlarged, well-developed clitoris. Here was a springtime bud awaiting its first lessons in sweet misery.

Without warning, Thelma's arm shot up and her large crude hand grabbed Laura by the crotch. Her fingers rustled through the unsoiled moss sending the teenager high into the air, up onto her toes. Laura's eyes opened wide in alarm and shock, her mouth opening to protest and scream, but she could only muster little 'ohs'. Her own fingers fanned out, her hands moving and then retreating. Thelma smiled smugly.

"Miss Paines," Thelma began tersely. "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes ma'am," Laura muttered just loud enough for Thelma to hear. She imagined answering that question earlier, but that didn't seem to matter. Laura peered down at Thelma, who held her as one might a hand puppet, and listened to the woman's words.

"Very good. Now I want you to stand absolutely still while I examine you for myself. You're a big girl now and as my charge it is my duty and obligation to familiarize myself with your body. You're now at that age when great temptations arise from dark places. A young lady such as yourself is always in great danger and in need of a mother's protection and advice. Therefore I am obliged to learn all I can about you. Only then can I help you defend against the evils you are about to encounter. As I've explained, it's improper for you to be touching yourself. You should never touch yourself and I am here to ensure you never do again." Laura looked into the woman's eyes. "Your grandfather would have wanted it this way," Thelma lied. She liked suffocating her victim in layers of confusion.

Laura listened, watched, and felt Thelma. She wavered uneasily, tensed and in shock, as a big finger wiggled itself between her thin squishy nether lips. The digit stirred up strangely new emotions, causing a greater wetness and warmth then Laura had ever experienced before. Thelma studied the teen's responses with keen interest.

"Tell me, tell me truthfully, Miss Paines. Have you ever touched yourself? Have you ever touched yourself in the way I'm touching you now," Thelma asked, knowing the answer. All children needed to explore themselves at one time or another, we all do. But she wished to break Laura down and get inside of her. She wanted to hear Laura confess. She wanted Laura to accept a simple childhood curiosity as a terrible sin. She wanted the teenager to bare her soul and develop a guilt she could manipulate. Laura closed her eyes and bit her lip in confusion.

"Yes ma'am," Laura whispered with embarrassment. Thelma could sense and feel the girl's shame at being made to admit such a personal, yet innocent secret.

"I see," Thelma said in a startled tone, acting surprised while playing the shocked, concerned puritan. "Well I never! How disgusting! I was right all along, temptation has already bitten. Oh, I pray to God almighty that I'm not too late. Truly you are in need of my help, poor dear. You have no idea what dangers you've put yourself in." Laura's head was spinning to the hand's exploration and the words of feigned disdain. Thelma was playing her well, using reproach and promises of salvation. "Rest assured it shall never happen again dear, as I, or someone I elect, will see to all your more private daily activities from this day forward. It will be for your own good." Thelma looked up at Laura expecting a proper answer and wiggled her embedded finger to ensure it. "I hope you come to appreciate all the time and effort I am about to spend on your education." Laura stared at the floor completely bewildered, her head spinning, body flashing both hot and cold, and barely caught a bit of drool that seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"Yes ma'am," she whispered in a bated breath. Thelma was very pleased.

"One thing we should take care of immediately is actually a harmless fetish of mine. For reasons you can't possibly understand, I do not tolerate a girl of your stature, under my care, to be adorned with hair. So in a short while..." Thelma continued, while keenly aware and quite taken by the arousal her finger was eliciting from the teenager.

Though confused and ashamed, Laura began to enjoy openly the hand and its finger. Her body thrilled to a growing electrical storm, while her mind enjoyed a fireworks display. She soon perceived her surroundings as no more than a blur, and heard all words and sounds as simple mumbo jumbo. She accepted everything without question.

She stayed up on her toes, a ballet dancer in her hero's arms, swaying slowly, straddling Thelma's large callous paw as it milked her sex. Thelma sported a grin as Laura's weight shifted and her hips moved faster. Soon, Laura was driving her sex around on the rough hand in an ever-increasing frenzy. It was a thrill watching the teenager arouse herself on the palm of Talassio, wiggle onto the deep probing finger of Hymenaeus and its long jagged fingernail. The nail scraped itself deliberately along Laura's imperforate hymen, causing the teen's body to jump and wiggle erotically. Laura, awash in physical and emotional sensations, experienced her first real orgasm. It came from deep inside and was released in a fine spray that drained her essence and coated the hand of her knowledgeable governess.

Thelma took her sweet time, allowing her finger to squish around in the tightness. Laura vibrated from an intense rolling spasm. Together they stirred feminine juices into a thick froth. Thelma watched Laura's face contort to the submission and her own hand coat with warm cream.

When the wicked woman finally withdrew her paw from Laura's now sopping sex, the poor girl nearly fell to the floor, its loss leaving her with an aching void. Flushed, weak kneed and exhausted, Laura was kept standing by the strings of Thelma's terse commands. She swayed uneasily, gasping in air, bathed in the heat of newly discovered sensations.

Laura struggled to keep her arms and hands from leaving her sides, from rushing to fill the vacuum left by Thelma's missing hand. She wished to continue the unbelievably wonderful pleasures she'd just experienced for the first time in her life. She needed to reach down and feel for herself the moistness, her own juices that now coated the insides of her thighs. She wanted to scratch the itch Thelma left biting her, but for the rules! The rules.