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The image of a stern Victorian Governess is something which has always sent a tingle down my spine. The trembling victim will stand before her to receive a long and well-deserved scolding before baring his plump buttocks for a sound thrashing with the birch rod. Recent comments posted by Governess Rachel, one of our regular visitors, inspired me to present the above illustration by an unknown artist.
I am a firm stern strict governess. If you have read ,A REVIEW IN VICTORIAN DISCIPLINE, or, THE GOVERNESS, that would be me. I have had male and female subs that need firm discipline. I have also done couples. I dress the part and make them also dress the part. I spank, flog, paddle, use switches, hair brushes. I like figging, soap sticks i make, enemas and do inspections on bottoms as i wish. I expect a bm chart kept and like my naughty ones to tell me anything bad they have done this includes, swearing, being home late, touching ones self, not keeping up on bm chart, etc... I always keep you guessing and like to hear the cries of wanting to be good. Your plees only fall on deafend ears and you WILL take you punishment like a big girl or boy. As stated figging, vicks rubs and soap sticks are a must. I have worn masks to cause wonder and in some cases excitement. I am very safe and clean and always want my naughty ones to be the same. Ifyou are naughty and looking for a governess for every week discipline 30-45 minutes north of pittsburgh (around rt.28) please let me know. I amlooking for new naughty girls,boys,couples over 25-45. Love and kisses Governess Victoria ariesskb@yahoo.com

Posted by:
Governess Victoria |
May 03, 2009 at 04:29 AM

To be taken firmly in hand for bare bottom spankings untill my cheeks are rosy red and hot and tears flow like rain is what the spoiled brat needs

Posted by:
Louis Davis |
December 28, 2008 at 04:46 PM

I would love to be put in the charge of a nanny like that, she looks like she means business

Posted by:
Jacob |
July 25, 2008 at 09:07 AM

I am a full grown man here in Phila Pa pampered and spoiled all my life I am a cute cuddly teddy bear 5ft 3in Italian male brat.I sure need a strict woman to spank tame and train me. Emails welcomed

Posted by:
Louis Davis |
July 21, 2008 at 07:04 PM

Nice to read. I was looking for a good picture of victorian governess, so i can make a costume for myself to wear.But google gave me this option to look at. Very interesting.... It is my wish to spank and cane every mans bare bottom i come accross and i give no mercy. I leave a nice reminder for my naughty boys to take home with them. Bearing this in mind for me is it corporal punishment style. If you have any good pictures for me to use it would be rewarded with my hand closely followed by a tawse, with maybe a home made cane to finish the job. I f ever you are in amsterdam visit us. We will punish you well.
The Countess
My knees tremble and my Big Bare Bottom quivers at the very thought of Mistress Rachel's strict and no-nonsense ministrations.

Posted by:
Peter V |
November 01, 2005 at 05:45 AM

Thank you so very much for posting this simply wonderful drawing of a REAL GOVERNESS. I AM Governess Rachel. I adhere to the traditional Victorian Governess role. I AM very no nonsense. I choose to dress in the fashion of your photo strict detentions. I wear My Basic black suit, white pressed collers, black 6" in. pumps. Black leather gloves. My hair up and with a flair. My make up perfict at all times. my nails well manicured and with deep red lacquer polish. My katrina santa cruz "william" has no doubt who is in charge. I AM and will always be the Governess, and she/he will always be My student. He is spanked often and hard. I always spank with lots of love and consideration. He is always spanked to tears and more. His bottom is for the most part usually very red and sore. While I spank her, I use a combination of scolding and stern loving correction. If he kicks and squirms he is spanked harder till she stops resisting. She beggs and pleads and promises. This has never and will never work. There is no excape from the spanking chair which I always use to sit on and the punishment she truly deserves. Corner time and writing lines always follow. the soothing and cleansing enema sessions then follow. I also enjoy tasking her to clean and shine all My leather high heels and boots to a high luster. I have found that misting her naughty bottom with a fine mist of water during the spanking truly increases the stinging and pain during the spanking. I also on ocassion apply a lite film of edge jel shave cream. This allows Me to spank some very beautiful crimson welts into her bottom. She hates it because the stinging which this causes is just multiplied to the max. She crys such waves of tears and I simply love it. This allows Me to kiss her tears away once the session is over. My william normally goes to work with his bottom super red and sore. He has yet to complain. We are very much in love. We are one as a couple and I AM the ONE. His and My favorite is when I use the strap on penis with vibrator and give his a loving fucking which he does not soon forget. While home william lives as Katrina santa Cruz. My female love and body servant. She is fully dressed and made up, heels nails hair everything. I love My katrina/william and he adores and worships Me. My wish is that all My sisters in discipline can be as happy as I Am. Your sister in the Art of Discipline, Governess Rachel.

Posted by:
Governess Rachel |
October 29, 2005 at 01:18 AM

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This letter was sent to my blog by Etta and has been edited by me. I run an occasional series of letters from the archives of a long forgotten magazine written to the Nanny Smackbottom column and the Ask Matron page. (A school blazer was very common up until recent years in the UK. They were usually made of a blend of wool and everyones first year of senior school started with your mum taking you to the school outfitters for your blazer. Inevitably your mum would buy it a size too large so you could grow into it. I don't think I ever did grow into mine!) (Winceyette is a warm nightwear fabric similar to flannel/flannelette.) Dear Nanny Smackbottom You asked me to recount my thoughts on the disciplinary methods I impose on my son Jonathon. I can say without any hesitation that it is unashamedly traditional. My hope is that it helps other like minded concerned mothers adopt a similar approach in their own approach to home discipline. Matters first came to head as my son Jonathon turned sixteen and became involved with some badly behaved boys. It soon became apparent to me that I had no alternative other than to regress Jonathon back to a time in his life when mummy knew best. My first action was to introduce a smacked botty for even the most minor of infractions. I facilitated this mode of discipline by ensuring Jonathon wore traditional school boy style short grey trousers that ensured smacked botty time was made much easier. I have also introduced some of the behavioural standards one would commonly see in years gone by. I now expect Jonathon to address me as "mummy" at all times. In addition, any of my frequent guests must now be recognised as "aunty" and other ladies he may come into contact with as "Miss". Most importantly I have now introduced a strict traditional dress code. A meeting with Jonathan’s headmistress confirmed that there would be no objection to him wearing the short trousered uniform that usually only first years wear. This is probably a good time to recount to you the first visit I took to the traditional outfitters to purchase his new clothing. His behaviour had gradually deteriorated until I'd run out of patience. When I was told that he'd misbehaved by swearing in the presence of the vicar I decided that urgent action was required. For the first time in many years I pulled down his jeans and smacked his bottom. The punishment seemed to shock him and Mummy was definitely in charge from that moment onwards. This gave me the confidence to introduce the dress code that I'd been considering. Making him hold my hand all the way, we walked to the high street one Saturday morning and turned left down Flannel Lane and entered Miss Hardacre’s shop, a traditional outfitters that sold, as the shop front stated, Little Boy Clothes For The Older Boy. A small bell tinkled as I pushed the shop door open and Miss Hardacre, dressed in a crisp white blouse and wearing pince-nez spectacles asked if she could be of assistance. I told Jonathon to stand still and behave himself while I outlined my requirements. I then returned to Jonathon and ushered him into one of the large changing rooms and proceeded to remove his clothing. Miss Hardacres assistant pulled aside the changing room curtain to pass me the first item of clothing, Jonathan was quite naked and staring at the floor in embarrassment as she appeared. “It’s Jonathan isn’t it?” She said pleasantly. “I’m Melissa, I’m in the year below you at school, I thought I recognised your mum’s voice from the school committee. Jonathan stood with his hands over his bits looking as if he wished the floor would open up and swallow him. I smiled, it was quite amusing to me that Jonathan would be equipped with a new wardrobe by a girl from his school who was a year younger than him. “I prefer to be known as Jonathan’s mummy if you don’t mind young lady. Jonathan, put your hands on you head and say hello to Miss Melissa like a good little boy.” ”No mummy please don’t make me….” I was in no mood to compromise and insisted that he reply to Melissa in all his naked glory. He put his hands on his head as I had ordered and stuttered “H..h...hello Miss M..M.. Melissa.” She smiled as she looked at him then passed me his new, little boy style underwear. I encountered initial reluctance from him to put on his new underwear, a return to traditional white underpants and a white vest under-garment, but a reminder that he was heading for a trip across my lap in front of Miss Hardacre and Melissa, let him know I was in earnest. I tucked the hem of his under-vest into his underpants as if he were a small boy and then proceeded to redefine his slovenly image. A short sleeved, traditionally tailored shirt, which I buttoned to the neck was swiftly followed by a striped clip-on school tie. Then, and much to his horror, a pair of short trousers in schoolboy grey. The very short legged trousers were hitched up high, with the shirt tucked neatly into the elasticised waistband . A grey V neck sweater and a smart maroon blazer were next followed by regulation knee length grey socks and finally a pair of brown T-Bar sandals completed the transformation of Jonathon into a smart little boy. His complaints grew louder by the minute but a series of slaps on his bare legs kept him in check. At this point I opened the curtain and led him back to the shop counter where we were greeted by the two assistants who had helpfully ensured that my requirements were catered for. Miss Hardacre made a point of commenting how smart he looked in his new school uniform and patted his head stating that it was a pity that other mothers did not dress their unruly children this way. Melissa smiled and coughed delicately. “Excuse me madam but I think you may have forgotten a very important item of a young schoolboys uniform.” She opened one of the highly polished wooden drawers behind her, pondered for a second or two before turning to Jonathan and fitting him with a traditional school cap the same maroon colour as his blazer. Jonathon’s eyes began to tear up and he made to remove his new cap, but I was too quick for him and slapped his hand away before informing him sternly that these clothes were to be his school and church attire from this point forward and that he would no longer be wearing jeans, t shirts or training shoes in the future. Then I made him apologise to Melissa for his bad behaviour. Even though he took some coaxing he eventually stuttered, “I’m very sorry for being a naughty little boy Miss Melissa.” He looked mortified addressing a girl younger than him him in such a demeaning manner but I was determined to instill respect in him. It was at this point that I noticed the rails of raincoats assembled in the corner and realised that Jonathon would need such an item. Following a brief discussion with Miss Hardacre, Melissa was despatched to locate a navy blue gabardine mackintosh. When Jonathon was greeted by this perceived monstrosity, despite his previous warnings, he threw what I can only describe as a proper tantrum when told that this was to be his new, everyday overcoat that he would have to carry daily over his arm in case of rain. It was below knee length, double breasted with a belt, buttoned to the neck and was a perfect complement to his new outfit. However he was having none of it and let out a series of loud complaints outlining precisely why he wouldn't wear it. Miss Hardacre held the mackintosh up to him and told him not to be such a naughty little boy and to put the mackintosh on at once as he was behaving the right way to receive a smacked bottom and an early bedtime. This was all the incentive I needed and without a moment's hesitation I pulled him over my lap to administer the soundest of smacked bottoms as Miss Hardacre and Melissa looked on approvingly while I punished my sixteen year-old in the traditional naughty boy manner. Once again taking the gabardine mackintosh I pulled it over his arms and shoulders. Turning him around to face me I proceeded to button it up in front of everyone as if he was a small child. His eyes said that he wanted to protest, his bottom said otherwise, and he stood there meekly nursing his sore rump while I secured the top button and tightly fastened the belt. Asking him to stand up straight, I knew that the mackintosh was a perfect addition to his new wardrobe. I also intended to reinforce his new disciplinary regime by introducing strict early bed times. One problem was his night attire. As with his daytime attire I had become lax and allowed Jonathon to wear unsuitable clothing to bed each night and on occasion nothing at all. His new bedtime was to be set so that he was tucked up in bed by 7.30. I determined that to implement this successfully he must revert back to wearing traditional little boys pyjamas and that necessitated further purchases from Miss Hardacres excellent emporium. Miss Hardacre and especially Melissa were delighted to discover I now needed to procure some new, little boy pyjamas for Jonathon. Melissa asked Miss Hardacre that she be permitted to serve us and she enthusiastically soon selected several pairs of traditional little boy style winceyette pyjamas that buttoned to the neck. Melissa carefully unfolded them and watched as I held a pair of pale blue racing car motif pyjama bottoms against Jonathan. We had quite a discussion on sizing and style until Melissa suggested Jonathon should actually try a pair of the infantile pyjamas on. Much to his chagrin, Jonathan was again undressed and Melissa selected a particularly appropriately yellow pair of jim-jams which were covered in the sweetest little teddy bears. “Come along then little one, let’s see how cute you look in these cosy jimmy-jams shall we?” She spoke to him in that sing-song, infantile voice that is usually reserved for babies and toddlers, Jonathan blushed beetroot red at being addressed in such a manner by a girl younger than him. Melissa gently coaxed him into the pyjama bottoms and soon had him fully buttoned up into the pyjama jacket. “There’s a good boy,” she praised as the sixteen year old stood reluctantly resplendent in his yellow Teddy Bear pyjamas. Miss Hardacre and Melissa fussed over him so much he blushed continually, especially when I made him thank Miss Melissa for, “choosing my lovely new Teddy Bear pyjamas for me.” We left the shop with four pairs of delightfully childish pyjamas and a pair of Thoma the Tank Engine blue fluffy slippers and sixteen year old Jonathan wearing his new schoolboy uniform. Melissa has undertaken babysitting duties for me and now most afternoons, Aunty Melissa as he must now call her, escorts Jonathon home from school and immediately supervises his bath and dresses him in his little boy pyjamas ready for me to tuck him into bed by 7.30. I enjoy hearing her as she talks to him not as a sixteen year old but as if he were a baby or a toddler. “Into your bath, there’s a good boy. Clever boy now let’s get you into your pyjamas and ready for beddy-byes shall we?” Of course in the event of unsatisfactory behaviour his bedtime can be brought forward, it's not at all rare for him to be tucked up in bed with a sore botty and without his supper by 5.30 if he has been particularly naughty. I hope my account serves as an example to other mothers out there who are thinking about imposing little boy clothing disciplinary measures on their wayward offspring. Yours faithfully Etta

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« Reply #1 on: January 25, 2017, 11:25:53 PM »
Etta's original letter, A Good Boy, sent to the now-defunct, specialist publication PPM, engendered many replies. I reproduce three of them here now in two parts, from Helen Good, Caroline and Beth. I have edited the letters and also edited Nanny Smackbottom's comments as she did wander off topic. Part One My dear Etta Please accept my congratulations on your disciplinary methods. Young males always get ahead of themselves and by far the best way to deal with such behaviour is to return them to a state of reliance on their mummy, aunt or nanny. It is important to remember that you must be consistent in the treatment of your "little boy". There must be no slackening of your resolve. I believe that once Jonathon realises that you are determined to enforce your methods rigorously, he will quickly come to accept his new status. Short trousers are excellent tools to use in such regressive treatment and any hope of a return to long trousers should be nipped in the bud. I always liked to have special weekend visiting outfits such as a velvet sailor suit that would include an effeminate white blouse, ankle socks and Mary-Jane strap over shoes. This encourages the boy to become accustomed to his smart, day to day outfit that you must make as childish as you can. A similar approach must also be used to bedtime. It is best, to begin with very early bedtimes, Jonathon is sixteen so I would recommend a six pm bedtime, seven days a week and remain firm, as with all children, he will try and wheedle his way into staying up later but you must be consistent and ensure he is in bed by the agreed time, even if he is sixteen. Indeed I have enforced early bedtimes on boys who were well into their twenties. Six pm would mean Jonathon being tucked in lights out. You will find th
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