Anonymous - Caroline

“No one has ever done that to me,” said Adelaide.

“They will in a moment if you are not quiet,” I rejoined, and we all laughed.

“I was permitted to slither down on to my belly. 'Have your tea, Charlie,' said Carrie, 'and then feed her.' Within minutes I was made to sit up on the rug, tea was brought to my lips, and then biscuits. I was fed like a child. Again I was sponged, but that time it was Charlie who performed the chore.

“'We will go out now, Charlie, for a ride. I rather fancy her little carriage,' Carrie said. I wailed at that.

“'Do not leave me alone and tied,' I wailed. Carrie appeared for a moment to consider my plight.

“'Very well, you will be put to bed and your door locked,' she declared. With some effort, Charlie then scooped me up like a child and bore me up. In the bedroom he untied my wrists, then tucked me underneath a sheet.

“'Be quiet. It will be better for you if you are,' he said. I divined again that he was not the leader of the two, then Carrie entered and said briskly, 'Leave her to me for a moment.'

“On his departure, I made to sit up, but she pressed me down and held my shoulders, looking enquiringly into my face.

“'Be still and listen, Miriam, for every word I say is true-and by now you know it is. Charlie will have your bottom later.' She was about to continue when I clutched at her and begged her once again to let me go.

“'Let you go, indeed? Do you not live here? We are merely-shall we say-visitors. It is for us to leave and you to stay. In our good time. You have had two good spermings, Miriam. No more than you have had before, but now your bottom must be tapped once more. Once more, I say. Has it been long? Have you not missed the sport?'

“'I do not know what you mean,' I quavered.

“'If you do not, then you will have had the first pleasures of it, will you not? If you do-and I discover it- you will suck his cock, Miriam, before you take it up your bottom, and I promise that.'

“'Oh, how horrible!'

“'You dissemble well,' she laughed, 'but no doubt you were taught to. It is one of the conventions of your kind, I think.'

“For a moment I began-as I thought-to recover myself. Wild ideas of clawing at her face and making my escape came to me, but I have never been able to effect such cruelty on another and even then the thought of marring her attractive face repelled me.

“'I know nothing of the horrible, lewd things you are talking about,' I said. Her face was above my own. I felt diminished.

“'Do you not, Miriam? Then perhaps I am a better teacher than I was a servant. I will proceed with what I intended to say. Charlie will give your bottom a good poke tonight. I mean to watch his prick sink in between these fulsome cheeks of yours. My greatest pleasure is to see it buried in. If you resist, you will be birched, and soundly. Yes, I have a birch, my dear. I came prepared, you see.'

“'You cannot, cannot, Carrie-please!' I moaned. I had clasped my hands together fretfully. She seized my wrists.

“'In the morning, my dear, Charlie will exercise you again. Is the phrase not familiar to you? I believe it is. You will lie prone, you legs apart. I shall not bind you; you will simply let him fuck you, as I want. You will not cry, nor moan, nor stir. I want your tongue deep in his mouth with every stroke.'

“'No-never-Carrie-no!'

“'Oh, you will have two birchings, then, will you? Very well. I love to wield the birch on a bottom as fruitful as yours!'

“'With that she sprang up and made towards the door. The key was in her hand, my feet entangled in the sheet. I knew I could not rise in time.

“'Carrie, no! I will do anything!' I begged.

“'You will obey,' she uttered coldly and then was gone. The key turned and the bedroom door was locked. I was alone. A nightmare of waiting ensued, but then Nature intervened; I slept, cuddling my cunny as if protectively. Upon awakening, I heard them stirring below and wondered frantically at what I might do. The thought possessed me to dress. How foolish I had not thought of that immediately, or before I slept! I leapt from the bed, still naked to my stockings as I was, then stood defensively as Carrie entered.

“'Come down,' she said, 'he wants to do it now.'”

“I had removed my collar on rising,” Miriam continued, “but Carrie did not appear to mind. Perhaps she saw what I had failed to see in my moment of attempted bravery. I had not the urgency of will; I was succumbing to her. Indeed, she did not even bother to move from the doorway.

“'Come, Miriam. I have the birch downstairs,' she said quietly. Tears flooded my eyes. I wanted neither to step forward nor back. I was as a young girl again who knows that she must put her bottom up. Carrie saw this, for she stepped forward and took my hand. 'Was it not nice the first time you had it?' she asked. There was almost kindness in her voice. I blinked.

“'I didn't,' I said.

“A sigh came from her. 'Miriam, you merit six strokes of the birch for that. I will ask you again. Was it not nice the first time?'

“I drooped my head. She loosed her hand from mine, placed it at the back of my head as if to still me and tickled my cunny with her forefinger. I jerked. She laughed. I was warm and sticky there from sleep, and she could feel it.

“'No,' I mumbled.

“'And the second time? I may make Charlie go away if you are truthful, Miriam. After he has exercised you, as I said.'

“My heart leapt, but I knew not whether to believe her or not. 'Wasn't awful,' I mumbled.

“'But now at-what? — say thirty-five or so you fear to put your bottom to another big grown man?'

“'I don't like him!' I wailed childishly, at which she tutted.

“'That is irrelevant, Miriam, and you know it. It was not given to you to choose in the first place, and neither shall it be now. Besides, it feels naughtier, does it not, than if your husband did it. Come!'

“I cannot describe to you what it felt like to be led downstairs again. Charlie waited, naked to his shirt. Like one who fears to drown, I clutched at Carrie's words that she might make him go. His cock stuck out obscenely to my sight. The birch hung down beside his leg, he grinned, and once again surveyed me up and down most lecherously.

“'She has to be birched, Charlie, first. You will hold her.'

“'No-no!' I shrieked. I turned and rushed past her to the door. Alas, she had locked it on our entrance and she held the key.

“'Good. I wanted to see that! Hold her well, Charlie.'

“I screamed again, but naught availed. Charlie seized me, bent me underneath his arm and thus secured me, bottom up, passing the birch to Carrie as he did. Oh, how she burned me with it!

“'Come, you bitch, now let me see you wriggle it,' she laughed while my howls filled the air and the searing twigs hissed fierce across my upheld bottom cheeks. I surged my hips this way and that, but each time that I did she caught me well across the centre of my derriere.

“'No more-no more!' I cried. She had said six. I had received a dozen at the least. My poor hot bottom seemed to swell.

“'Very well. Let her rise, Charlie. Now, Madam, go to the table, bend over it with your legs apart and await your conqueror.' sweee-isssh! The birch struck as she spoke. I yelped and jumped. The room swam all about me through my tears. I staggered, turned. The table she had indicated was that broad oak one that you saw, Caroline. I know not how I reached it, then I sagged upon it, bottom out-thrust and my feet awry. I tried to clutch the further edge. It was too far away. 'Properly, Miriam, as you were doubtless taught. Legs spread, back dipped and well-orbed up,' she spat. I heard a movement of the birch and sobbingly obeyed.