Anonymous - Julie

His face appeared too suffused for him to speak. “Would you, Matthew?”

I asked more softly, for the dear boy had taken my quite shocking suggestion so well that it came to me of a sudden that he had much of his Mama's spirit in him. Again he appeared to choke a little.

“Oh yes, Mama, much so,” he replied with a certain eagerness so that I all but rose and donated him a kiss then and there, but on brief reflection decided that he must earn it. You, my dear, are now in utter suspense as to what I was at, I know. Let me tell you then than within half an hour both Maude and Matthew were in the garden-fully within, my sight from the drawing room window as I had told him to be, and lying on the grass together. Evidently he amused Maude, for she giggled and was quite relaxed beside him. I opened the window a trifle and heard her say, “Yes, very well, but I have never played it before.” Thereupon Matthew took out a large handkerchief I had given him and blindfolded Maude and made her lie back with her hand nearest to him open and upraised. Into it-from several objects he had put behind his back-he first placed an apple. Maude, you see, was to guess what she was holding. Yes, Edmond, I swear that you have guessed already! The apple was followed by a carrot, then by a banana-all of which the dear girl naturally identified by fondling and feeling, which was exactly what I wished her to do. Then said Matthew (as I had instructed him), “I shall find something more difficult.” Ordinarily, I have no doubt that he would have had to rub himself first, but such thoughts as I had appeared to put into his mind had ensured that his cock was still well up-a trifle that Maude had not noticed!

Unbuttoning his trousers (though not without a little difficulty), he then took Maude's hand and coiled her fingers around his stiff prick, the which caused her mouth to open wide! “Oh! What is it? It feels so warm,” exclaimed she while naughty Matthew slid it back and forth across her palm, which I certainly had not told him to do, but Nature will have its way-as I trust it has also done by now with dear Adelaide! I called softly to Frank, who was in an adjoining room and already alerted. In a flash I was out into the garden then-an event which caused two things to happen at the sound of my “alarmed” voice. Matthew withdrew his cock guiltily and with a cry as if of despair was up and gone into the shrubbery-again at my earlier behest to him when he was in the bedroom with me! Maude uttered an even louder shriek and tore at her blindfold. By then I was upon her. “Oh, Maude! You naughty, bad girl!” I scolded her and dragged the poor thing up and began hustling her indoors by way of the French windows into the drawing room, where Frank also then appeared as if alarmed, he crying, “What is to do?” Maude-blushing to the roots of her hair-tried to flee, but I held her just as might her own Mama in the circumstances while I “explained” to Frank that I had caught her and Matthew playing a very naughty game. “He will be birched!” said Frank in such a loud voice that I swear if Matthew heard it he must have doubted my assurances. “And this naughty girl, too,” said I, whereat to shrieks from Maude she was half-dragged, half-carried upstairs and put bottom-up across the side of our bed. “No, please!” screeched she, for I had already well described to Frank what I had seen her holding, just in case she was still in doubt of it! All her cries and protests were, of course, ignored. Frank it was who held her over while I took up her skirt to her waist and rapidly dispensed with her drawers. Ah, quelle derriere!

Such a peach! So deeply split and the cheeks so tight and round as an apple! Of course, the dear child was not to be direly punished, though she as novice was ignorant as to that. Indeed, I tried to tell her so while swiftly exchanging places with Frank so that I held her shoulders down and he took out the birch which had been placed ready under the bed. “Oh-ho-ho, I shall die!” cried Maude theatrically in the very moment that Frank raised the birch, she managing to give him a wild and beseeching glance over her shoulder. The bed being a high one, as you know, only her toes touched the floor and hence her bottom was beautifully uplifted and displayed. “Wait, Frank!” I commanded him, for as you will guess all had been well rehearsed. “It is not entirely Maude's fault. Accord her only half a dozen strokes,”

I said, at which he snorted as though receiving a ridiculous request.

“But, but, but, but…” began Maude wildly then, but before she could produce another such sound the bunched twigs swept burningly across her naked orb and caused her to squeal more loudly than she had ever done before, either here or there or elsewhere, so to speak.

“Na-ha-haaar!” came her screech, followed by a series of sobs as her lovely young bottom writhed. What delicious pink streaks the birch first leaves across such pure white half-moons! “Yeeee-eeeek!” squealed Maude as the next one burned her globe, sweeping full across the centre of her cheeks. She bucked and rotated her now pinker bottom madly, while I was forced to press a little harder down between her shoulder blades to prevent her from springing up. Frank's eyes were hot, as well they might have been. In the wild kicking of her stockinged legs I knew full well that her quim showed plain to him- or rather, not so plain, for it is a very pretty and desirable one!

Sweeee-issssssh! Even while Maude was in mid howl, the next one took her a mite below the path of the last and so helped to bring her luscious young bottom to a redder hue. I swear there is no lovelier sound than that of a birch meeting offered bottom cheeks, unless it be the louder splatting of a good wide strap! A girl's first birching is a rare delight to see-and you know, my sweet, that I do not mean that cruelly. One knows that such pain as comes from it is short-lived and that, as little as the “miscreant” first realises it, it causes all the most intimate parts to tingle deliciously. Maude, of course, was far from realising that or even caring about it. Her entire concentration, as I well knew, was centred on the “awful” sensations of fire and stinging in her bottom. As to myself, my cunny was as moist as Frank's big prick was hard and erect under his trousers! “One more only, Frank!” I then interjected. He contrived great astonishment, though knew my plan. “But, my dear!” he protested. “I will have it so, Frank. One more full across her bottom and then leave us be,” I said, though as you well know, Edmond, he and I are utterly accomplices in all, and were so in that moment. “Oh no, please! No, please!” came from Maude but I on her behalf, as it were, knew better. It was, of deliberation on Franks part, a much lighter one than she expected, though even so her bottom waggled none the less. “A salutary lesson, I trust,” said he in a tone that would have convinced anyone of his righteous wrath, and then he took his exit. Are you disappointed, my dear? You thought he would be at her then? Why no, for my plan had its extension still. Gathering Maude up and about so that she was brought to lie-bottom-bouncing-on the bed, I drew full length beside her and cuddled her most tenderly. For a few fretful moments she would have none of it, but my insistence told. I palmed as lightly as I could her hot and throbbing bottom, kissed her lips and murmured words of comfort. Then my master-stroke, if I dare call it such, came. “I d… d… did not m… mean Matthew to put his… to do it,” she blubbered while little pearls of tears coursed down her cheeks.

“You sillikins, that is not why you were put to the birch. You may handle Matthews naughty thing if you want to-or another's if you will-but you must not then pretend to me that you dislike it, don't you see?” “Oh, but…!” Maude began wildly, twisting about in my arms. “No buts, my pet. It is a young lady's prerogative to enjoy the cock. Let us make no bones about it. If you say you did not know what it was at the very first and slightest touch, who is to believe you?” At that, there was a gulp from Maude. Her flushed face pressed itself between my breasts. My palm continued to soothe her bottom still. Now and again I reached my fingertips slyly beneath her glowing orb to touch the lips of her cunny, which of course were pleasantly moist. “Besides,” I whispered before she could gather any more thoughts, “the sting of the birch is not so bad as you make out.