Anonymous - Maude Cameron And Her Guardian

And with this, clasping her hands, she sank down on her knees, raising her lovely blue tear- filled eyes to him.

He stared at her greedily, and after a moment savoringly responded, “ No, Maude, I shall let you off nothing. You shall be tied up, your impertinent posterior prepared to receive the salutations of the rod, and after you have been soundly birched, perhaps then I will discover the extent of your obedience.” So saying, he brandished the birch rod in the air and ordered summarily, “ Now then, Maude, as a precursor to this newly found submissiveness of yours, whose motivation I do not at all doubt, rise, hoist your skirt and petticoats and bend well over so that I may test the efficacy of this newly fabricated instrument upon your fleshy parts.”

Maude groaned with distress as she slowly rose, her face scarlet with mortification and apprehension, and reluctantly gathered up the folds of her muslin skirt and two of her three petticoats and slowly bent over, looking back with dire anguish as she plaintively besought him, “ Oh, please, n- not too hard, I beg of you, Uncle Charles!”

He studied her bottom, protected by a single petticoat and the snugly fitting ruffled lace trimmed white drawers yet voluptuously outlined despite that covering. Maude’ s bottom cheeks were magnificently rounded, tightly spaced, with a breathtaking upsweeping curve from the base where her posterior nascently sprang from the tops of round, lovely, molded thighs; there was a fullness of flesh, particularly at the plump, resiliently taut summits, and altogether her bottom was one of the most enticing and promising he had yet beheld. Even granting his carnal adventuring with females a decade or more older than his charming ward, Maude Rivers had no need to fear comparisons, as regards her Callipygian charms.

Holding her breath and closing her eyes, her dainty little fingers feverishly clutching the uprucked hems of her garments, Maude awaited the “ test,” and meanwhile her guardian moved from side to side, selecting the best vantage spot for the application of the supple rod. This prolongation of suspense manifested itself by the convulsive tightening of her gluteal muscles, which accentuated the sumptuous curves of her voluptuous young seat in the most provocative manner, and Charles Cameron promised himself a veritable regalia of sensual gratification when, tomorrow night that bounteous yet firm and beautifully proportioned pair of nether globes should be unveiled for the first time to the eyes of a man and the finely grained, satiny pink skin exposed in its shimmering nervousness as it awaited the burning kisses of the birch.

When he perceived from the sporadic trembling along her thighs- bewitchingly set off in the finely meshed black silk hose which he had commanded her to wear- he stepped to the left and slowly brought the flexible rod to bear across the plumpest sectors of Maude’ s jutting bottom, pressing it slowly forward so that the lovely adolescent could not fail to be aware of what awaited her. He was rewarded by a stifled little gasp and the feverishly instinctive jerking of her hips from side to side, a spasm which indicated her mounting dread of her introduction to birch discipline. Having her thus at his disposal with the thrilling certainty that some twenty- four hours hence she would be bound and helpless under the stinging slashes of the twigs and withes, her virginal flesh shamefully bared to allow his discerning eye to behold the marks of the rod, gave Charles Cameron a sense of glorious power arid absolute dictatorship over this beautiful young creature.

“ Stay well bent over, with your bottom out, Maude,” he sharply directed as he slowly lifted the rod off her twitching posteriors, and then, keeping her in suspense a moment longer, swept the withes vigorously across the broadest curves of both fleshy hemispheres, just where he had indicated to her the first stroke would fall by the suspense- ridden preliminary ritual of pressing the birch over the area selected for its chalorous caress.

The whistling sound of the rod through the air, a kind of longdrawn Swishhhh!- was followed by the soft impact of the spreading switches over the resilient contours, only two thicknesses of fabric shielding her satiny pink bare skin from the birch. Nonetheless, Maude wriggled and uttered a shrill cry, “ Ohhh! Ohh, it is dreadful, Uncle Charles! Please, please don’ t birch me tomorrow night, I know I shall never be able to bear it, truly I shan’ t!”

She instantly straightened up, though he had not yet given leave, and as she let her clothes drop back into modest place, frantically rubbed the place the birch had attacked, her eyes welling with fresh tears and her lovely heart- shaped face an exquisite study in maidenly distress and anguish.

He knew perfectly well that the little ceremonial he had just perpetrated would have the effect of preoccupying the emotional nature of his young beautiful ward to the point of weakening all her natural defenses, and so demoralized as she would be when confronted by his shrewdly conceived plan put into execution, her virtue would fall an easy prey- yet not without the most voluptuous kind of prolongation and nuances of interludes which would make her conquest a never to be forgotten delight.

In the morning, he woke after a good night’ s sleep, hugely refreshed by the prospect which awaited his delectation that evening. He had, before going to bed, busied himself in the cellar of the house, preparing various and sundry devices for the event which was to conclude the night of lovely golden- haired Maude’ s seventeenth birthday. So it was with rare good humor that he presented himself at the breakfast table, to find his blushing, timorous young ward eyeing him with a state that balanced feverish despair with piteous entreaty, her lovely big blue eyes brimming with tears- a sight which infallibly made her even more desirably attractive to the voluptuary that Charles Cameron was.

But before she could vouchsafe a word in her defense on a topic he knew in advance, he took her quite by surprise by casually remarking, “ Happy birthday, my dear. Oh by the way, I took the liberty of putting a little remembrance at the foot of your door out on the landing. You might wish to go upstairs now and see what it is. A trifle, of course, but as I always say, it is the sentiment not the gift that counts.”

“ Oh- t- thank you- U- Uncle Charles,” she stammered, essaying a faint smile which he returned with a gentle nod of his head as he seated himself at the table. She hesitated a moment, then hurried upstairs while he partook leisurely of the oatmeal she bad placed before him, well creamed and sugared.

In due course, Maude returned, her face bright with happiness. “ Oh, whatever can be in it?” she exclaimed as she undid the little ribbon bow and hastily removed the tissue paper of a small box. Her eyes widened as she opened the lid. “ Oh, how beautiful it is, Uncle Charles! It’ s truly the loveliest thing I’ ve ever owned,” she announced as she lifted a gleaming gold charm bracelet out of the cotton bottom of the box and held it up for him to see. Several little golden hearts dangled by tiny chain links from the bracelet, and there was an inscription on each, “ To Maude from her guardian.”

“ It is only a trinket my dear, but a token of my esteem for you,” he rejoined.

“ But it is so lovely and so thoughtful!” her eyes fairly danced as she hurried over to him and put her soft round arms round his neck and gave him a delicious kiss on the cheek. “ Oh, thank you ever so much, dear Uncle Charles!”

“ You are quite welcome, my dear. And there is also something a bit more tangible in the form of a new savings account in your very own name at the little branch bank in town where I have deposited twenty- five pounds in your name. You may use the money for anything you like, whether it be gewgaws and frippery or good books.” With this last, he gave her a mocking little smile, thus reminding her once more of her initial disobedience and catching his meaning, Maude turned a bright pink with adorable confusion.