Salvation Ch. 2 The Governors by Zenythmon
A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England , It’s a pleasant spring morning in 1897 and Alice’s dreams to return St Saviour’s orphanage back to its former glory are at a crucial stage. Four individuals have been invited to a meeting this afternoon. Alice intends to persuade them to pay to join her in setting up a new and more powerful board of governors.
Alice sat at her desk looking through the replies and was delighted that all four had agreed to attend. Her pleasure was made all more enjoyable because she knew that none of them would have replied had she not made it clear that she knew something about them that they wouldn’t want to be made public.
Alice smiled to herself as she heard a commotion outside and got up to look out of the parlour window that overlooked the walled garden. Children were being drilled naked, by their teacher Miss Sedgwick, a routine that was normal at St Saviour’s because of its connections with the navy.
Elizabeth Sedgwick, who had only been at St Saviour’s for a short time compared with the other staff, stopped drilling the children in order to reprimand Amy, one of the junior girls who was getting out of step and generally misbehaving.
Knowing that Miss Sedgwick was a highly-strung woman and it wouldn’t be too long before the sounds of the little girl’s crying would be heard, Alice backed away from the window slipping her hands underneath her gown to masturbate herself in a slow rhythm, a regular habit of hers when in private.
There were many opportunities for Alice to masturbate in private, as built into the brickwork all around the property, were many tiny spy holes designed by her father who enjoyed watching the action anonymously, whilst her mother preferred to be present in the room whilst the abuse and punishments were administered.
Miss Sedgwick, started to spank the little girl’s bottom with some force making the child struggle and scream. Alice was on the brick of a much-needed orgasm, when to her annoyance, a knock at the door interrupted her concentration and spoilt her enjoyment of the child’s spanking.
Adjusting her clothing, she moved over to sit at her desk and tried to calm herself down before shouting, “Come in” in a raised voice. Entering, in her usual matter of fact way Rebecca Bolton, the matron, a stern woman, reminded Alice of the need to have plenty of time to prepare the children for the visit of her guests this afternoon.
Without really looking at Alice, Miss Bolton on hearing the commotion outside went straight to the window and leaning out, shouting to Miss Sedgwick, “Send Amy and David to my room immediately,” then turned and left the parlour.
Alice had always been under matrons spell, ever since she started to help her with her special treatments and knew exactly how she would be preparing the children. Just thinking about it made her want to go and watch, however, she had many things to arrange and decided that it could wait, as she thought of all the new exciting pleasures that were just around the corner.
Patience! Patience was what was needed now! She thought to herself.
That afternoon, Alice watched from a window overlooking the drive as her guests arrived in their separate carriages. Young boys helped the guests to alight from their carriages and then took the horses to the stables to be fed, watered and rested until they were needed again.
One by one, the guests entered the wood-panelled meeting room, they glanced at each other with suspicion and nervousness. Lord Richard Holmes felt uneasy, as if the person, who had invited him, knew of his secret passions and pretended to admire the paintings on the walls rather than acknowledge the others.
Had it not been for the strange welcome they had all received at the front door of the crumbling orphanage, they might have left straight away tearing up their invitations.
When Lord Richard Holmes’s carriage turned into the drive and made its way to the front door of the orphanage, he couldn’t help wondering why he had accepted an invitation to such a crumbling and decadent place.
It was not until the carriage swung around so he could see the front door, that suddenly his eyes lit up and he started to get the feeling that it wasn’t all that bad.
For there to greet the guests as they alighted from their carriages and standing in the entrance to the orphanage, were a boy and girl who had pink complexions that spoke of recent bathing and a slightly glazed look in their eyes that was very endearing.
Richard could see in their faces, the familiar signs of drug induced emotion and this excited him all the more.
The boy, who looked about 13 years old, was very handsome and dressed in a white sailor’s uniform, consisting of a middy blouse with the St Saviour’s crest sewn onto it, a pair of shorts which fitted his bottom snugly, outlining his cock and leaving his thighs bare, white knee socks, a pair of patent shoes and a sailor’s hat that had ribbons hanging down the back. The girl, who looked about 11 years old, was wearing a similar white sailor’s uniform, except that she wore a short pleated kilt.
Richard walked over to have a better look at these children and couldn’t help noticing that the young girl’s nipples were nicely erect from being chafed against her middy blouse. He couldn’t help thinking that compared to the thin and dirty waifs he usually sought out, these children were much more healthy, clean and attractive.
“Welcome to St Saviour’s Orphanage, our home,” they chorused.
Following the children into the great hall, a member of staff was on hand to take his top hat, cloak and gloves. Looking around the hall, he was taken a back by the scene. The wallpaper was drab, the other decorations had seen better days and the carpet was threadbare.
Upwards of two-dozen chairs with torn upholstery were arranged facing a large stage. In the centre of the stage was a birching horse and a full-sized wooden replica of a naval canon, carefully positioned so that the audience would have a splendid view of them no matter where they sat.
Attached to both these apparatus were several straps, held in place by metal rings. They both showed signs of constant use and the surfaces were smooth from the constant rubbing of the children’s inner-thighs and secretions from their aroused and abused genitals.
Intrigued, Richard asked, “What is the canon for?” He knew that the birching horse was the favoured apparatus for punishing girls as he had seen these in action before. “Well, that’s for the boys! Have you never heard of the naval punishment, kissing the gunner’s daughter Sir,” she said, and as she turned to leave the hall she smiled saying, “ Sitting astride them, rather than lying over them, keeps their bottoms stretched wide apart.” “It’s much easier to whip the birch in that way Sir.”
Richard contemplated the apparatus and imagining the merciless whippings being given to the screaming and struggling children. He had no doubt, that these two charming children had sat astride these apparatus and the thought of this made it him very excited.