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写在前面：这确实是一篇不错的文章（让我浮想联翩），我唯一担心的是我的功底不够而糟蹋了它，因为这篇文章的后置定语实在太多太长了，我真的有点晕乎。
知识备份：
灯笼裤，是一种，从19世纪末到20世纪初，在外国，小女孩们(未成年)穿的裤子，它在膝盖以下和平常裤子一样，从膝盖开始，两侧的裤线不是缝合的，而是开着的，这样裤子就分成前后两片，然后在前后两片的两端各有一根带子，穿的时候把两片合起，然后在腰的两侧把带子一系，看起来就和普通裤子没什么区别了。
屈膝礼，是一种旧式的外国女性特有的礼节，见老师或者父母等等都要行这个礼节以示尊重，相当于中国的万福。
弗罗拉·菲尔德小姐正在听她的新主顾，福格蒂夫人，讲述这关于她的小女儿，伊迪斯，的一些烦心事。这个和蔼的年轻女人根本降不住她倔强的孩子，而那个孩子的老保姆也没有精力控制住福格蒂小姐了。但是，福格蒂夫人又不想让这个照顾了福格蒂家三辈子的忠实的老女人流落街头。
她的丈夫，雷金纳德·福格蒂，是一个国会议员，总是待在伦敦，而且认为教育孩子不应该是男人该做的事情，而且他相当宠爱伊迪斯。他视他女儿为掌上明珠，绝对不可能惩罚她的。在他妻子的再三请求下，他勉强答应可以雇佣一位稍微严厉一点的女家庭教师。弗罗拉·菲尔德是一个丰韵十足的女人。她穿着一件淡黄色的长袖衬衫，乌黑的秀发在头上盘成一个发髻。她举止得当，风度优雅，一看就有良好的教养。
“您不必担心，福格蒂夫人，”弗罗拉很自信的说道。然后，她说，她很小的时候就成了孤儿，她被约克郡乡下富有的姑姑和姑父收养。当她十几岁的时候，为了报答他们的收养，她曾经照料过她的表弟、表妹们，并且也负责惩罚他们。福格蒂夫人又看了一眼举止优雅的弗罗拉。
“好的，菲尔德小姐，中介的温德加塞小姐也说过你是非常出色的，在大学时期成绩突出。但是这是你第一次工作，这不是一个简单的工作，你确定你能。。。”
弗罗拉相当自信的挥手阻止了福格蒂夫人继续说下去。“我希望您能给我个机会证明，夫人，我在对待和处理孩子问题方面一定会得到您肯定的。”
“那好吧，”福格蒂夫人叹了口气，“我姑且信你一次。”他又补充道，“但是，菲尔德小姐，我再强调一次，你这个工作不是很好做，我的小伊迪斯是一个极其任性的小姑娘。我不得不承认，这也是我和老保姆放纵她的结果”
弗罗拉笑了笑。“福格蒂夫人，我很快就会证明您选我是对的。”
接下来的一个下午，福格蒂夫人给弗罗拉安排了一间宽敞明亮的佣人室的一角作为她的办公地点。当弗罗拉熟悉了作为家庭教师的一些事物之后，她要求去见一见小伊迪斯，福格蒂夫人立刻送她去了教室。弗罗拉告诉福格蒂夫人在接下来的一个多小时的时间内，无论她听到教室里发出什么声音都不必担心，她想和她的新学生小伊迪斯单独谈谈。当福格蒂夫人走后，弗罗拉从包里拿出了一个贴手的鹿皮手套（就是带上后和手型一模一样，没有多余的空间），会心一笑，然后把它戴在了右手上。
不久之后，一个脚步声从楼梯响到了走廊上。就在这时候，一个有着系着红色头绳的棕色头发和蓝眼睛的可爱的九岁小姑娘出现在了教室的门口。多么可爱的一个小孩啊，她穿着一件带着大方整齐的花边、绣着美丽的花朵的鲜红色高档连衣裙。弗罗拉很难想象一个这么可爱的孩子像她妈妈说的那样是一个小捣蛋鬼。看这小圆脸和微微上翘的小鼻子，她更像是传说中的小精灵。直到弗罗拉看到孩子不高兴的撅着小嘴的时候，她才示意让这孩子跟他进屋去。孩子相当疑惑的看着弗罗拉，然后跟了进去。
“你好，你一定就是伊迪斯吧，”弗罗拉微笑着说，然后关上了教室门。“我是菲尔德，你的新老师。”
小姑娘瞟了她一眼，也没行礼。“你什么时候会成为我的前任老师？”她相当傲慢的问道。
弗罗拉依旧保持着微笑，根本没有把这孩子的无礼放在心上。“只要适当的指导你，那是不会发生的，福格蒂小姐，我们现在开始上第一节课怎么样？”
伊迪斯抬起头来，傲慢地笑着。“我告诉你，你还是离开吧，永远不要回来！我不想听你讲课，你个老巫婆。”尽管福格蒂夫人警告过，但是弗罗拉还是没想到她这么粗俗无理。真是天使脸魔鬼心啊！
“年轻的小姐，无礼最好有个限度！”弗罗拉严厉的训诫道，“那么我们就先来上一节礼仪训练课。作为你的老师，我必须纠正你这样的行为。”弗罗拉大步走到小姑娘面前，还没等小姑娘反应过来，就迅速的抓住了她的手腕。
“死开，你这个恶毒的婆娘！”伊迪斯生气的命令道，试图从弗罗拉带着手套的手中挣脱出来，“赶紧放开我！”弗罗拉毫不理会这些，拖着挣扎着的伊迪斯来到了窗边的座位上坐下，然后把伊迪斯按到了腿上，用右腿紧紧的压住了这孩子的双腿。伊迪斯突然明白了弗罗拉想要做什么，她愤怒的喊叫着。“你竟敢打我！”她大声喊叫着，愤怒的回头瞪视着弗洛达。“你不怕我告诉我爸爸！” 弗罗拉只用一只左手按住这小姑娘的双腕，右手抓起了小姑娘的鲜红色连衣裙的下摆。
“福格蒂小姐，你最好仔细考虑下，不要再那样对我说话！”她说道，然后撩起小姑娘的连衣裙的下摆到她的腰上，又同样的撩起了羽白色的衬裙。现在，弗罗拉满意地看着，露出来的这个被亚麻花边灯笼裤紧紧包裹着的伊迪斯的圆圆的翘翘的小屁股。它在弗罗拉的腿上扭动着，显得么娇嫩，小姑娘娇嫩的屁股表现出不安的扭动，完全能证明它已经很久没被打过了，但现在它要接受一次洗礼了。
弗罗拉摸着伊迪斯灯笼裤一侧的腰扣，说道，“你的爸爸已经准许雇佣我了。你的妈妈也允许我在我认为恰当的时候给你一点教训。而我认为，你现在必须马上为你的淘气付出点代价。”弗罗拉捏住绳扣一端，在制止着这孩子挣扎的同时，解开了它，然后猛地向后拉开了伊迪斯的灯笼裤，然后另一侧的绳扣得到了相同的命运，最后整个后兜折了下去。弗罗拉考虑到并制止住了，因为感觉到自己的灯笼裤的后兜，从后腰慢慢的穿过屁股滑落到了大腿上，而开始疯狂挣扎的伊迪斯。只留下那愤怒的小姑娘的赤裸的小屁股暴露在教室里冰凉的空气中。然后，弗罗拉把戴着手套的右手放在了伊迪斯的光滑圆翘且娇嫩的小屁股上，等待着。
在这最后的判决将要到来的时刻，教室里回荡着小伊迪斯，因失望而对她爸爸痛恨，的委屈的喊叫声，她更加疯狂的在菲尔德小姐的腿上扭动着，她想至少也要向下扭动一点，让后背挪到菲尔德小姐的手心下，让这个经受不住风雨的小屁股脱离恐怖的魔爪，但这一切都无济于事。菲尔德小姐完全将伊迪斯控制于股掌之中。从女家庭教师的带着手套的手中，传递到小伊迪斯的冰凉的小光屁股上的，那一丝温暖从来没有间断过，这也是对小伊迪斯最好的证明，不管你怎么挣扎，只要我想惩罚你，你那小屁股都永远逃脱不了我的五指山。在弗罗拉看来，小福格蒂的小屁股相当细腻丰满呢，打起来的话，声音肯定会出乎意料的响呢，而且这个小屁股大小，正好很适合弗罗拉张开的手掌的大小。伊迪斯还在嘟囔着、挣扎着，女家庭教师却在饶有兴致的研究着，自己如何打这个小屁股，才能让这两个圆圆的小半球上的每一寸肌肤都充分和手掌接触。如果伊迪斯在大一点的话，这就不需要考虑了，需要惩罚的时候，就先在其中一面的屁股蛋上打一下，然后再在另一面得屁股蛋上打一下，交替着进行。但在伊迪斯还没长到那么大之前，弗洛达每次惩罚小伊迪斯的光屁股的时候，都可以连续拍打在同一个地方，来达到最佳的惩罚效果。
最后，近乎绝望的伊迪斯放弃了，那场进行到精疲力尽了的战斗，她清楚的意思到她是不可能从菲尔德小姐的五指山下逃脱的。为了转移对即将到来的惩罚的恐惧，和因她的最私密的部位被一个可恶的陌生人随随便便的暴露在空气中所带来的羞耻感，伊迪斯用鞋尖敲击着地板。但是她依旧沉默，赌气不肯向她的女家庭教师认错求饶，她决定去坚定的接受，她趴在菲尔德小姐的腿上之后，将要到来的任何命运。然后，伊迪斯再一次重获自由的时候，也就是她为这奇耻大辱的报仇计划开始实施的时候。
当弗罗拉认为她的小学生不会再挣扎的时候，她大声说道，“现在，伊迪斯，我将给你一次你绝对受之无愧的惩罚。在你挨完打之后，你要在墙角面壁一刻钟，想想自己为什么要被惩罚，这样你能避免将来因为同样的错误而受到惩罚。在那期间，你不允许揉，揉你的屁股。我说的够明白了吧？”
伊迪斯回过头来用一个愤怒的眼神来代替了回答。在她被惩罚的时候，她倔强的不肯说一句话。伊迪斯虽然没有被爸爸和妈妈打过屁股，但是有时，在她淘气的时候，老保姆会用苍老的、患了关节炎的手掌隔着她的衣服在她的屁股上轻轻的打那么几下，所以她认为打屁股也不是那么不堪忍受。弗罗拉高高举起她那柔软的手掌，然后在小姑娘毫无遮掩的屁股上拍打出一个清脆的响声。突如其来的冲击使小姑娘更加猛烈的挣扎着，并且发出了喊叫声。“我问你话的时候，你最好马上客客气气的回答我，明白吗？”弗罗拉厉声说道。伊迪斯马上意识到，这个女家庭教师打起屁股来可比老保姆打的狠多了，而且狠得超乎了她所能预料到的任何情况。伊迪斯甚至能很清楚的感觉到，弗罗拉那可怕的手掌狠狠拍打在自己娇嫩可怜的屁股上的，那个位置。她现在真的是相当想，一边默默地流着泪，一边去揉一揉那个地方，但是，很明显小伊迪斯不可能完成她的愿望，无论她多么渴望，去接受那个发热的屁股的召唤。或许，从开始到现在，她弱小的心灵才第一次感觉到这种冰冷的恐惧，她想：我不能再惹菲尔德小姐生气了。
“是的，”在最大限度地掩饰住了，因想到弗罗拉将要对她进行的全部惩罚，而感到的不安和恐惧之后，她小声的回答道。她快速的让小屁股一张一弛，试图减轻这剧烈的疼痛。
弗罗拉很满意地看到了伊迪斯小屁股表现出来的恐惧，完全出卖了她装出来的若无其事的样子，她也发现她乳白色的小屁股上浮现出了一个模糊的粉红色的掌印。她再一次抬起了手，深吸了一口气，然后用相同的力道准确地拍打在小姑娘屁股的同一个位置上。“只有是的？”她严厉的问道。
“是，是的，，菲尔德小姐，”伊迪斯紧紧地闭上双眼，喘息着道。多么可爱啊，在菲尔德小姐的疼痛鞭策下看起来是多么的娇弱可怜啊！伊迪斯的意识突然模糊了，这个世界、她的家、她自己的房间，一切都消失了。她只能模糊的感觉到，她的双手依旧被弗罗拉紧握着，她的脸已经快要贴在窗边这个座椅的坐垫上了，她的灯笼裤的后兜仍然蜷缩在她的大腿上，她的双腿也还是被弗罗拉的右腿紧紧的压着。但在她脑海中挥之不去的是，在中央偏下的位置，一个手型的区域，小伊迪斯只能无助地任其因剧烈的疼痛而颤抖着。
“很好，伊迪斯，”弗罗拉满意的答道，“你已经学会怎么和我讲话了，我们的第一节课的效果还真不错，那么下一节课，我就教教你不尊重你的老师将要付出什么样的代价。”她没再说什么，开始教育这个需要被好好关照的小家伙，她平稳地拍打着这两个小肉丘。带着鹿皮手套的巴掌每每扇在伊迪斯的敏感的光屁股上，都会给她制造一个新的刺激。除非是弗罗拉打到手疼，否则是不会停下对小伊迪斯的惩罚的。当弗洛拉打她的小学生的这个被控制住的小屁股的时候，她每一下都认真的数着。所以她观察到了小伊迪斯后面的这两个柔嫩的半球的变化，从之前冰凉的感觉到现在摸起来热乎乎的，从乳白色渐渐的变成了浅浅的粉红色。一下又一下，她熟练地拍打着顽皮的伊迪斯的柔软的臀峰。一下又一下，手掌打在这个小姑娘的因怕打而不安地扭动的小屁股上，发出清脆的啪啪声，在教室中回荡着。弗罗拉打屁股的节奏刚刚好，她的表弟、表妹们是最清楚的，她不会因为打得太快而失了准头，也不会，因为打得太慢而让犯错的孩子得不到应得的结果。
伊迪斯拼命地咬着下嘴唇，不让自己发出任何声音，以免让菲尔德小姐知道她的屁股被打的是多么的疼。但是当第六下打在屁股上的时候，眼泪却已经从她紧闭的双眼中溢了出来。第六下刚刚打过，伊迪斯再也不管什么了，她疯狂地哭喊着，在弗罗拉的腿上扭动着越来越发疼痛的屁股，祈求那巴掌不要在落下来了。但是，事实让她学会了什么叫失望，她的新女家庭教师真的是太严厉了！很快，伊迪斯发出了疼痛的嚎叫和忿恨的哭声，她恨这个卑鄙恶毒的女人，这一切都不公平。
弗罗拉感到了伊迪斯哭喊中的反抗情绪，和她身体的顽固地直挺着，弗罗拉决定加大打在伊迪斯可爱的小屁股上的力度，她要的是这孩子的真心的屈服和后悔的泪水。伊迪斯之前的忍耐力确实让弗罗拉感到很意外，但那不能骗住她。她也是刚从一个小姑娘过来的人，她很清楚地知道趴在一个成年女人的腿上，光着屁股挨打，是种什么样感觉。
事实上，现在弗罗拉对伊迪斯进行的惩罚，在曾经，当弗罗拉的女家庭教师和保姆认为她该被教育的时候，她也曾经受承受过同样的惩罚。当弗罗拉在伊迪斯这个年纪的时候，她基本是每两周就挨一次打，因为各种不同的原因，不如手指甲太脏，围裙上有污渍，不好好学习，经过走廊的时候没有和女家庭教师打招呼。她的叔叔决定严厉的教育她，自从他的女儿们在闲聊时设想，她将来继承不了家业，可能也嫁不出去，成天游手好闲。不会那样的，他想，必须严格要求她，就好像他的小侄女是一个天生的懒丫头。
经常的，带着满脸泪水站在托儿所的墙角面壁，小屁股因为即将挨打而颤抖着的小弗罗拉，梦想着不是自己的屁股挨打，而是我去打别人的屁股。这些记忆的画面弗罗拉的眼前飘过，她继续着一个未完成的使命：打一个确实是很淘气的小姑娘的小屁股，一下又一下地持续着。
渐渐的、渐渐的，伊迪斯的屁股从浅粉色转变成了深红色。小女孩的意识也渐渐的模糊，最后思想完全被她的热辣辣的惨痛无比的屁股所占据了。被菲尔德小姐打得越久，屁股就越疼，而这个精力充沛的年轻女士完全没有疲惫的迹象。尽管伊迪斯的内心仍然反抗着菲尔德小姐的暴行，但是屁股被这个女家庭教师打得越来越疼，最后终于超出了她所能承受的极限。她现在感觉她那可怜的小屁股好像烧着了，它露出来的部分非常的热，而且好像起了水疱。最后的防线彻底崩溃了，她再也顾不上什么自尊了，泪水犹如决堤一般奔涌了出来。她把之前的决心忘得一干二净，她再也不想抵抗了，她现在很后悔，顽固直挺的身体也开始随着嚎啕大哭的声音摇晃着。她想要叫出来“别，噢，菲尔德小姐，不要。对不起，我不该淘气。我再也不敢对您那么粗鲁了，我发誓，别再打我屁股了，求你了。我会变成一个乖女孩的。”但是当她讲出来的时候，却变成了哭号和抽泣的声音，而菲尔德小姐依旧打着她那比刚才肿得更加厉害的屁股。
事实上，弗罗拉能分辨出，伊迪斯想要说出来的话是有求饶成分的。从伊迪斯哭的方式，弗罗拉就能认定对这个小姑娘的惩罚收到了应有的效果：驯服她任性的脾气和让她后悔有这样的粗鲁行为。但弗罗拉认为应该给伊迪斯一个下马威，第一次惩罚必须特别的狠才能建立威信。弗洛达知道，伊迪斯挨完打过一段时间，屁股上的疼痛消失的话，她那种认错的态度也会跟着消失。弗罗拉也知道，伊迪斯是一个朝气蓬勃的小姑娘，虽然现在哀嚎着，好似要死了，但其实她那个丰满的、保养很好的小屁股一定还能禁得住更多的屁股板子。弗罗拉想到她的保姆常常说。万能的上帝赐给每一孩子一个可以接受教育的部位，这个部位特别敏感，惩罚它能收到不错效果，这个部位也足够柔韧，再狠的惩罚也打不坏它。说到这，保姆一般都会意地看一眼脸红的小弗洛达，这娇嫩的屁股真是教育小姑娘最微妙的地方啊！
弗罗拉，因想到她儿时保姆的名言而得意着，她知道不管再怎么打伊迪斯的屁股，都不会打伤它，明天伊迪斯的屁股还会和今天挨打之前一样的白嫩光滑。所以，弗罗拉继续拍打她那哭泣的小学生的疼痛而发红的屁股，加长了这次惩罚的时间——因为伊迪斯太小，所以需要更长时间的惩罚来让她记住。这次可靠的屁股板子测试治疗，魔法般的产生了不错的效果，一个淘气无礼的孩子变成一个顺从乖巧的孩子，至少短时间内是这样的。然而如果让福格蒂小姐的小屁股更疼的话，她变乖的时间也会更久一点。时不时地，在一个小姑娘的光屁股上用一用手掌的话，基本上可以让她一直都保持着可爱和乖顺的。仅仅在极其特殊的情况下，才需要请出皮带来。
最后，弗罗拉缓慢地送给了伊迪斯发红的小屁股非常狠的三下，女孩因疼痛而嚎叫着，然后打屁股结束了。弗罗拉没有放开伊迪斯，弗罗拉用牙咬掉了手套，弗罗拉放松着胳膊，用手指尖在伊迪斯刚刚经受了一顿好打的小屁股上游荡着。小姑娘整个的屁股都红彤彤的，摸起来感觉热乎乎的，而且有些肿。弗罗拉感觉伊迪斯的右边屁股有一点棱起，就在她打的那位置上出现了几条平行的痕迹。当小姑娘注意到打屁股已经结束的时候，她哭得更厉害了，小屁股剧烈地颤抖着。
慢慢地，伊迪斯从哀嚎变成了呜咽，从呜咽又变成抽泣。弗罗拉放开小姑娘的手腕，打算双手提起小姑娘的灯笼裤。但伊迪斯却迅速地把手伸到后面，开始揉着她那深红色的屁股蛋。弗罗拉很不高兴，她抓住伊迪斯的手腕，把她的小手拉开，然后在这孩子饱经风霜的小屁股上又赏了三个脆的，又勾引出了伊迪斯嚎哭的泪水。“年轻的小姐，我没告诉过你不许揉吗？”弗罗拉质问道。当伊迪斯的再一次收回哭声的时候，她顺从地道歉说，她“忘记”了。弗罗拉怀疑伊迪斯其实是记得的，小姑娘那么做只不过在考验她的耐心，但她还是接受了这孩子的道歉。弗罗拉拉上了伊迪斯的灯笼裤，系好它们，然后放下小姑娘的裙子，整理好。然后，她温和地扶着这小声哭泣的孩子站了起来，面向她。
“伊迪斯，”弗罗拉甜蜜地问道，“你还有什么想要说的吗？”伊迪斯抽了下鼻子，点头表示肯定，用连衣裙的袖子擦拭了一下脸上的泪水，然后用带着抽泣呜咽的声音，结结巴巴地向菲尔德小姐道歉，不该有淘气的行为，又保证将来再也不会对菲尔德小姐无礼了。然后，弗罗拉给了这孩子一个热情的拥抱来表示她的行为已经得到原谅了，然后让她去墙角罚站一刻钟作为反省。“是的，菲尔德小姐。”伊迪斯，用和挨打之前完全不一样的语调，柔声说道。然后，她迅速地向弗罗拉行了一个屈膝礼，之后立刻乖乖地站到了墙角。
弗罗拉满意地看着站在墙角的小伊迪斯。毕竟这孩子学会了行屈膝礼。。。
而这时，在角落里面壁着，强忍着揉搓裙子里面那个颤抖的小屁股的欲望的，小伊迪斯，正在酝酿着她的复仇计划。
While Miss Flora Field listened attentively, her prospective new employer, Mrs. Fogarty, outlined the wretched state of affairs regarding Mrs. Fogartys
young daughter, Edith. The mild, sweet-tempered young mother hadnt the will to stand up to her headstrong child, and the childs elderly nanny hadnt the strength to master little Mistress Fogarty either, but Mrs. Fogarty could not consider dismissing the woman, who had faithfully cared for three generations of Fogarty children, and who had nowhere else to go.
Her husband, Reginald Fogarty, a Member of Parliament, was often away in London, and furthermore deemed child rearing the proper province of the fairer sex, not of men. And Edith had her Papa wrapped around her little finger, besides. She was his adored pet during his infrequent visits, and he absolutely would not hear of the idea of disciplining her himself. In response to his wifes entreaties he had, however reluctantly, consented to the employment of a suitably strict governess. Flora Field was a striking beauty. Her graceful neck rose from the high lace collar of her full-sleeved cream-coloured blouse, and her finely featured face was crowned by the soft tresses of her raven black hair tied up elegantly above. Her posture and air of refinement belied her humble post, and bespoke the class and quality of her upbringing.
"You need look no further, Mrs. Fogarty," said Flora, with relaxed confidence. She then explained how she had been orphaned at an early age and raised in the country house of a wealthy aunt and uncle in Yorkshire. As she grew into her teen years, shed helped repay their generosity by administering her younger cousins lessons, and, on occasion, administering discipline as well. Mrs. Fogarty glanced again at Floras letters of referral.
"Yes, Miss Field, you come most highly recommended by Miss Windgate at the agency, and you acquitted yourself admirably at university. But this is your first assignment and I fear it shant be an easy one. Are you quite certain you can-"
Flora stopped Mrs. Fogarty with a self-assured wave of her hand. "I crave only the opportunity to demonstrate my competence, Madame. I can assure you that I am well prepared, both in the area of child instruction, and in the area of child management."
"Well then," Mrs. Fogarty sighed, "I suppose I shall give you the opportunity you desire."
She added, "The position is yours, Miss Field. Still, it would be scarcely prudent of me not to emphasise again that my Edith is an uncommonly willful little girl. Her nanny and I find her most ungovernable, I confess."
Flora smiled. "I shall soon vindicate your t
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rust in me, Mrs. Fogarty."
The following afternoon, Mrs. Fogarty helped Flora settle in to the most spacious and well illuminated room of the servants quarters, as befitted her station. She then lead Flora to the schoolroom, and after familiarising her with the familys collection of books, maps and other educational aids, promised to go find Edith and send her up straight away. Flora assured the young mother that she had no cause for concern should she hear any commotion issuing from the schoolroom in the next hour or so, and requested that Flora and her new pupil be left undisturbed that afternoon to acclimate to one another. After Mrs. Fogarty had taken her leave, Flora removed a tightly fitting doeskin glove from her bag, and with a knowing smile, slipped the dainty garment onto her right hand.
Before long, light boot steps echoed in the stairwell and then along the hallway.
All at once, a pretty little girl of nine summers, with large blue eyes and chestnut brown hair tied back in a red satin bow, appeared in the open schoolroom doorway. Clearly a child of wealth and privilege, she was clad in a crimson frock of the finest satin daintily embroidered with floral designs and generously trimmed with delicate white lace. Flora found it difficult to imagine that such a well favored and comely child could be quite the incorrigible miscreant her mother claimed.
With her innocent-looking round face and small upturned nose, she seemed more the elf than the demon. Still, Flora didnt fail to note a hint of sullenness and obstinacy in the pout of the childs lower lip. Flora beckoned the youngster inside and she entered, regarding Flora with unconcealed suspicion.
"Hello, you must be Edith," Flora said with a smile as she closed the door. "My name is Miss Field and Im to be your new governess."
The little girl met her eyes coldly, making no move to curtsy. "How long before you are my last governess?" she asked, with an unmistakable undertone of insolence.
Flora continued to smile sweetly, electing to disregard, just this once, the childs tone and her failure to curtsy. (Perhaps the ill-raised creature never learned to curtsy??)
"As long as it takes to instruct you properly, Mistress Fogarty. Now, are you ready to begin your first lesson?"
Edith tossed her pretty head and laughed haughtily. "I should rather instruct you to go away at once and never come back! I shall take no lessons from you, you old witch!" Flora was quite startled at this gross impertinence, despite Mrs. Fogartys warnings. Truly this child had the countenance of an angel, but the impudence of an imp!
"Young lady, your rudeness is unconscionable!" admonished Flora, sternly, "It appears our first lesson shall be one of discipline and proper deportment. As your governess I am resolved to correct you at once!" Flora quickly stepped forward and seized the little girl by the wrist before she could flee.
"Let me go you beastly woman!" commanded Edith indignantly, trying vainly to pry Floras gloved hand from around her wrist, "Release me at once!" Paying no heed, Flora resolutely led the struggling Edith across the room to the window seat.
There she sat down and with one smooth movement, pulled Edith over her left knee while securing the childs legs with her right. Edith screamed in outrage as she divined Floras intentions. "You darent whip me!" she shouted, glaring over her shoulder at her tormentor. "You darent! I shall tell Papa!" Flora merely secured both of the little girls wrists firmly with her left hand while gathering up the bright red skirt of Ediths frock with her right.
"Miss Fogarty, youd be well advised never to take that tone with me again!" she said, as she swept up the skirt of Ediths garment well above her small waist, and then lifted each of her fluffy white petticoats in like fashion, depositing them in a heap across her back. The outline of Ediths small, shapely rump, snugly encased within lace-trimmed linen bloomers, was now plain to Floras approving eye; turned up across the womans knee stood the soft, girlish fundaments ideally positioned for the long overdue chastisement they would shortly receive.
As Flora felt around the side of Ediths waist for a button, she added, "Your father gave leave to employ me. Your mother gave leave to correct you as I deem necessary. And I deem you a thoroughly naughty girl for whom correction is a most urgent necessity!" She located the button, unfastened it, and began to tug down Ediths bloomers, first on one side then on the other, while redoubling her tight hold on the struggling child. This latter precaution was wise, as Ediths attempts at escape quickly intensified while she felt the fabric of her undergarment slipping back across her buttocks down to her thighs, leaving the infuriated little girls bare nates fully exposed to the cool air of the schoolroom. Flora then rested the palm of her gloved right hand on the smooth swellings of Ediths round, dimpled bottom, and waited.
With mounting desperation, amid cries of outraged dignity, and predictions of dire retribution by her Papa, the little girl strove to wriggle off of Miss Fields lap altogether, or at least, to twist herself over onto her back thereby removing her vulnerable hindparts from Disciplines way – but to no avail. Miss Field held Edith firmly in place. All the while, the touch of her governess warm, gloved palm on Ediths cool, bare skin served as a continual and demoralizing reminder that her nether cheeks remained in precisely the position Flora wanted, despite Ediths most strenuous efforts to the contrary. For her part, Flora was pleased to observe that while little Miss Fogartys compactly rounded bottom was plump enough to receive the soundest spankings Flora might ever wish to give,
it was also ideally proportioned for Floras open hand. As Edith grunted and squirmed against Floras grip, the governess regarded with pleasure how easily she could cup the two rounded little hemispheres with her hand, covering most of the surfaces of both buttocks. Ere Edith grew up a bit more, there would be no need for Flora to alternate smacks from one cheek to the other when disciplining the child. Until then, whenever shed have occasion to bare Ediths little bottom for chastisement, Flora could aim each of her slaps at the same spot as the previous one, thereby maximizing the salutary effect of the procedure.
Exhausted, Edith abandoned her struggle in despair, realizing that she could never overcome Miss Fields strong grip. She drummed her boot tips on the floor in frustration at her parlous predicament and at the ignominy of so suddenly finding her most intimate regions unceremoniously laid bare by this wretched stranger. But she remained silent, petulantly refusing to beg her governess for pardon, resolving instead to endure unflinchingly whatever fate awaited her across Miss Fields knee. Later, when she was once again at liberty, Edith would somehow obtain revenge on Miss Field for this unpardonable indignity!
When Flora was certain that her pupil had ceased to struggle, she exclaimed, "Now, Edith, I am going to give you a richly-deserved chastening. After you have been smacked, you shall stand in the corner for a quarter of an hour to ponder the fault for which you have been punished and to resolve to forever avoid this fault when addressing me in the future. During this time, you are forbidden to rub… to rub your lower back. Do I make myself clear?"
Edith glowered over her shoulder at Miss Field and didnt reply. She intended to keep a stiff upper lip during her punishment. Mama and Papa never spanked her, of course, but she already knew that a spanking was something she could easily endure, on account of the uncommon occasions when Nanny was able to catch her and administer a few feeble smacks over Ediths clothing with her weathered, arthritic hand. Flora raised her supple young palm high and delivered a resounding smack to the girls undraped backside. The astonished child gasped and stiffened as she fought the impulse to cry out. "When I ask you a question I expect a prompt and courteous response. Is that understood?" snapped Flora. All that Edith understood at that instant, was that her governess spanked much harder than Nanny ever could – indeed, harder than she had imagined anyone could! Edith could feel the precise spot where Floras horrid palm had so cruelly smacked her poor, tender flesh. It smarted most urgently, wordlessly crying out to be rubbed. But this was, of course, quite impossible for little Edith to accomplish, much as she longed to heed the call of her burning nates. Perhaps, she thought, as chilly fingers of fear suddenly began to caress her heart for the first time since she had entered the room, I oughtnt to make Miss Field any more cross with me!
"Yes," Edith belatedly muttered aloud, as she tried her best to hide her discomfort and her sudden fear of the disciplinary measures Flora would soon administer. Impulsively, she clenched and unclenched her buttocks in a vain attempt make the sting subside.
Flora noted with satisfaction the flinching of Ediths hindparts, which belied the childs outward pretense of indifference; she noted as well the faint pink outline of her own open hand beginning to appear across Ediths milky-white cheeks. Again she raised her palm, took a deep breath, and gave the little girls buttocks another equally hard,
smack on the exact same spot. "Yes, what?" she demanded severely.
"Yes… Miss Field," Edith gasped, her eyes tightly shut. How could so pretty and feminine a hand as Miss Fields sting so wretchedly?! Ediths awareness had abruptly narrowed. The world, her house, and the room she occupi
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ed were gone. At the periphery of her consciousness, she vaguely sensed the firm tightness of Floras hand gripping her wrists, the fabric of the window seat cushion pressing against her face, the rumpled fabric of her bloomers bunched up around her upper thighs, and the tight embrace of Floras right leg keeping Ediths little legs immobile.
But overwhelming the arena of her minds eye was a hand-shaped area covering the middle and lower portions her buttocks, which throbbed with stinging discomfort, and which poor Edith was quite helpless to soothe.
"Thank you, Edith," replied Flora with satisfaction, "You have learned to address me properly. Our first lesson together is going well. For your next lesson, you shall learn the price of rudeness and insolence to your governess." Without another word, she began to chastise her young charge in earnest, slapping the twin mounds of tender flesh with confident aplomb. The doeskin glove Flora wore made no difference in the sensations Edith experienced as the brisk, hard slaps rained down on her sensitive bare skin; but it would permit Flora to continue Ediths punishment as long as necessary without a sore palm forcing a premature halt to the proceedings. As she smacked her young pupils captive buttocks, Flora took care to aim well so as to make every spank count. So her full attention remained focused on the soft, gently rounded hemispheres of Ediths posterior, at first so pale and cool, but now warm to the touch and beginning to blush a light pink. Again and again she struck the soft summits of Ediths naughty little fundaments with practiced skill; again and again the crisp crack of palm against flesh reverberated off of the hardwood floor and ceiling of the schoolroom and the girls small nates jiggled and shuddered from the impact. The brisk, steady cadence of Floras spankings – as her young cousins had long known – were neither so swift as to sacrifice precision nor so slow as to sacrifice their cumulative effect on the sensations experienced by the errant child.
Edith desperately bit down and went rigid to try to prevent any sound from escaping her lips and betraying to Miss Fields ears how much the spanking was hurting her. But tears had already begun to seep through her tightly shut eyes as the half dozenth spank landed. After just a half dozen more, Edith yelped and protested with every stinging slap, in spite of herself; she squirmed on Floras lap from the ever-increasing pain, praying that each spank would be the last. But as she was learning to her dismay, her new governess was very severe indeed! Before long Ediths yelps of pain and indignation had merged into continuous cries of tearful anger as she raged inwardly at beastly hateful Miss Field and at the injustice of it all.
Flora sensed the defiance in Ediths cries, and in the determined stiffness of her small torso and limbs, and she continued to fustigate the bare cheeks of Ediths cherubic little bottom as emphatically as ever, determined to win nothing short of genuinely contrite tears and heartfelt submission from the child. Flora had been impressed and rather amused by Ediths earlier stoicism, but not fooled. She had herself been a little girl not so very long ago, and was well acquainted with the sensations accompanying the turning over of ones person across an adult female knee and having ones undraped bottom soundly smacked.
Indeed, the disciplinary measure Flora now employed with Edith was much the same as her own nanny and governess had many times employed when theyd deemed young Flora deserving. When Flora had been Ediths age, this had occurred roughly once a fortnight, for such diverse infractions as dirty fingernails, a tea-stained pinafore, insufficiently studied lessons, or neglecting to curtsey deeply enough when passing her governess in the hallway. Her uncle had instructed that Flora be raised with exceeding strictness, since she would not inherit, would probably not marry well if at all, and hence would have to make her own way in the world. It would not do, he felt, to raise her as if his niece were destined for an adult life of luxurious idleness and drawing room repartee which his daughters could anticipate.
Oftentimes, while standing facing the corner in the nursery with a tear moistened face and smarting bottom after yet another smacking, little Flora had consoled herself with dreams of the day when she should give the whippings rather than receive them. These memories floated through Floras mind as she remained steadfast in her mission: continuing to give a certain little girls naughty little buttocks smack after smack after smack.
As the colour of Ediths hindquarters slowly changed from a soft pink to a deeper pastel red, the little girls world slowly constricted further until nothing remained but the horrid, blazing sting from her bottom crowding all else from her mind. The longer Miss Field spanked, the more it hurt, and the robust young woman showed no signs of tiring. Valiantly though Edith fought in her heart to thwart Miss Field from subduing her will,
the smacking her governess was giving her hurt so much, at last, that she could bear it no longer. Her poor little bottom now felt as if it were being held to the fire, its bare unprotected skin scorching and blistering from the heat. The dam broke, Ediths pride gave way, and she burst completely into tears. Her earlier resolve forgotten, she thought no more of resistance, only of repentance, as her formerly rigid little body now shook with heaving sobs. In her mind she cried out, "Please, oh please, Miss Field! Im so sorry I was naughty! I shant be rude to you ever again I promise! Please dont spank me more I beg you! Ill be a good girl now!" But when she tried to speak the words aloud, all that came out were blubbering wails and copious tears. And still Miss Field continued to spank her inflamed posterior as relentlessly as before.
In fact, Flora could tell that Edith was trying to speak, and had a fairly good notion of what sorts of things the child wished to say. Flora had immediately recognised the change in timbre of Ediths crying, and knew that the little girls punishment had accomplished its immediate purpose: to subdue her willfulness and bring her to repentance for her misbehavior. But Flora felt certain that Ediths first chastisement needed to be a particularly sound one in order to establish the teacher-pupil relationship correctly from the outset. She knew from experience that the contrition Edith now felt might soon dissipate along with the warmth in her bottom should Flora conclude the punishment too soon. Also, Edith was a spirited young lass, and Flora knew that although she was presently bawling as if in extremis, the childs plump, well nourished posterior could certainly tolerate plenty more smackbottoms, now and in the future. Flora recalled what
her nanny used to say.
The good Lord provides every child with a place ideally suited to receive correction.
This special spot is sensitive, to ensure that punishment and discipline shall be effectual, yet soft and resilient enough to receive the soundest of spankings without the least damage to tissue, even, her nanny was fond of adding with a knowing glance in blushing young Floras direction, the tender posterior of even the most delicately nurtured little girl!
Flora, smiled to herself as she recalled her childhood nannys wise words, and knew that however much her smacks stung Ediths skin, there would be no bruising, and that at this time tomorrow Ediths bottom would be as creamy pale and unmarked as when she first entered the schoolroom today. So Flora continued to slap the sore, reddened buttocks of her weeping little pupil awhile longer for good measure – better to risk giving too much discipline than too little. The time tested remedy of a good smackbottom was working its magic once again, turning a saucy naughty child into a dutiful and obedient one, at least for awhile. And the sorer young Miss Fogartys backside became now, the longer that interval of dutiful obedience might be hoped to extend.
The open hand, properly and judiciously applied to a little girls bare fundaments from time to time, was usually sufficient to keep her sweet, tractable and well behaved.
Only in very special circumstances should there be any need to have recourse to the tawse.
At long last, Flora slowly gave Ediths blushing buttocks three more extra hard smacks – causing the miserably sobbing girl to wail even more loudly in pain – and then the spanking was over. Without releasing her hold on Ediths wrists and legs Flora grasped the fingertips of her doeskin glove with her teeth and eased it off of her hand. She then
rested her tired arm, allowing her bare fingertips to lightly brush the surfaces of Ediths well-spanked little bottom. The entire surface of her nates was solidly red, hot to the touch, and slightly swollen. Flora could feel the faint ridges on Ediths right buttock where Floras fingers had left little parallel welts during spanking. The little girl was still crying hard, her bottom smarting so bitterly that she was perhaps only now beginning to notice that the slaps had finally stopped.
Several minutes passed. Ediths wails gave way to sobs and sobs gave way to sniffles. Flora released her hold on the childs wrists, intending to use both hands to pull up the little girls bloomers. But Edith immediately reached back and began to rub the crimson cheeks of her backside. Frowning with displeasure, Flora seized both of Ediths wrists, moved her little hands out of the way, and gave the child three sharp smacks on her already-sore bottom, eliciting fresh wails and tears from Edith. "What did I tell you about rubbing yourself, young lady?!" demanded Flora. When Ediths tears had again subsided somewhat, she apologised in a meek little voice, sa
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ying that shed "forgot." Flora suspected that Edith had remembered quite well and was merely testing her limits, but accepted the childs apology. Flora pulled up Ediths bloomers, fastened them, and then smoothed the little girls frock and petticoats back into position. She then gently guided the softly crying child to her feet and faced her.
"Edith," Flora asked sweetly, "Is there anything you would like to say for yourself?" Edith swallowed, nodded her head yes, wiped her tear soaked face on the sleeves of her frock, and amid sobs and sniffles, managed to stammer an apology for her naughty behavior and a promise never again to be cheeky to Miss Field. After giving Edith a warm hug and telling her she was forgiven, Flora ordered the child to the corner for her quarter hour of reflection. "Yes Miss Field," said Edith in a soft, whispery voice, so markedly unlike the tone she had used when she first arrived. She then dropped a quick but dainty curtsey to her new governess and promptly obeyed.
Flora smiled to herself as her young charge placed herself in the corner. So the child does know how to curtsey after all…
Meanwhile, face buried in the corner, valiantly resisting the impulse to rub her throbbing hindparts through her skirts, Edith silently plotted her revenge.
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