Anonymous - Maude Cameron And Her Guardian

She put on her bracelet, held it up to the bright sunlight streaming in from the window and once again expressed her pleasure in the gift: “ Oh, how bright and lovely it is, dear Uncle Charles. I’ m ever so grateful, and I shall always treasure it.”

“ As I shall treasure you, my dear,” he remarked with a bland smile.

Coquettishly, golden- haired Maude approached him, her eyes full of appealing pathos, as she murmured, “ Oh, surely now that you’ ve been so nice and given me this lovely present, you can’ t mean to punish me the way you said, Uncle Charles.”

“ But that is quite another matter, my dear,” he gravely interposed,” and I always keep my word. This evening, promptly at nine, you will accompany me to the cellar where your punishment for disobedience will take place.”

Maude Rivers uttered a stifled gasp and biting her soft full red lips, stammered, “ Oh do please let me off, this one time please, dear Uncle Charles! I know I shall never be able to bear that awful birch and I’ ve tried so hard to please you these last few days.”

“ In every way except that which I most desire,” was his ironic quip.

Staring blushingly down at the floor, not daring to look him in the eye, so distraught my maidenly confusion and the awareness of strange, troubling new emotions to her virgin psyche, Maude at last timidly murmured, “ I- I have done a good deal of thinking over what you have said, Uncle Charles. And- and I don’ t want to be b- birched. I will have to do what you want in the long run, anyway, I- I know… and so- and so-” here, taking a long deep breath to pluck up her courage, she blurted out so faintly he could hardly discern it-“ So if you will only spare me tonight, I- I will try to- to do what you want.”

“ Oh no, my girl, it’ s not so easy as that,” was his tart reply. “ And then after I had spared you, you would find some other reason for withholding your favors from me and we should have it all to go through again. Decidedly not! Tonight at nine, your plump backside will make the acquaintance of His Lordship Sir Birch, and there will be nothing between either of you so that the meeting will be burningly candid, take my word on it. And now I have further errands to run in town, so you will oblige me by seeing that the house is nicely cleaned in case of any visitors- though I do not expect any- and by thinking of what you will give me for supper this evening. I bid you good day till this evening then, my dear.” So saying, he rose and walked out of the kitchen, leaving poor Maude very nearly in tears, twisting her slim little hands in mounting anguish, her cheeks crimson with her vividly imaginative pictorial concept of what would unfold tonight at nine..

Considering it was charming Maude’ s seventeenth birthday, supper was hardly a festive occasion, though Charles Cameron had opened a bottle of port and bidden his ward drink half a glass to respond to his toast for her natal anniversary and many more. She had prepared a cutlet for him, and a fresh garden salad. For dessert there was a tasty apple cobbler which her own dainty little hands had concocted and which he pronounced as capital. But Maude herself ate little and when he spoke to her amicably of this or that, her responses were faraway and faint- an understandable reaction when one considers the imminence of the fateful hour which he had designated as being that destined for her chastisement.

At times, she gazed steadfastly at him, hoping that by flirtatious little smiles and roguish glances, his hard heart might be softened from its dire purpose regarding the incredible emprise of her most intimate charms which his declaration augured. But he pretended either not too notice these or not to conceive her innate meaning and so the repast passed without discussion on the topic which, one may well divine, was of rather burning anxiety to the charming, teen- aged golden haired victim.

At seven, he dismissed her, after complimenting her on the excellent supper she had prepared, and told her dryly that he would expect her to be in the living room promptly at nine so that the matter of her disciplining could be undertaken. Maude nodded, choking back a tremulous sob, and once again gazed so heartrendingly at him with her limpid blue eyes that one would believe only a hardhearted ogre could be impervious to so poignant a supplication.

Up in his room, Charles Cameron carefully bathed and shaved, anointed himself with a tangy cologne and touched up his finely pointed moustache. Then, putting on his summer white linen trousers and a silk shirt- under which he wore nothing- and thrusting his feet into a pair of comfortable sandals, he stretched out on his bed and stared thoughtfully at the antique clock on the mantelpiece which registered the hour of seven- thirty- five… not quite an hour and a half before the ordained moment when Maude Rivers should commence her initiation into the realm of carnal pleasure- though it will be admitted that the lovely blonde victim could hardly be expected to consider it as such- at least at the outset since the amorous terrain in question, so to speak, was to be thoroughly prepared with a vigorous application of the supple birch.

It suited his state of mind exactly to lie in relaxation on the bed and contemplate the forthcoming procedure which he had already calculated well in advance for the subjugation of his ward. By this time, he was convinced that although she was undoubtedly virginal, she was not without some theoretical knowledge of the ways between a man and a maid; and he had only to recall her selection of racy literature the very first day of her arrival at his little country house, to say nothing of her supplicating request to be let off the imminent chastisement in return for complete submission to his desires- for she must surely have had some modicum of awareness of what these might well entail.

But he let his mind run riot in fantasy, providing images of Maude’ s voluptuous, ripe young beauty being disrobed and prepared for the ultimatum he had tendered, and this suggestive speculation fired his senses and procured the dominating virility which was the characteristic of a mature voluptuary such as Charles Cameron decidedly was.

He lit a cheroot and through the wreaths of blue smoke which rose to the ceiling of his bedroom, he seemed to behold the vivid pictures of her satiny pink limbs writhing and squirming as the swishing rod inflicted its implacable caresses to induce her, at last, to tender her own ingenuous but ardent affections to his manhood. When at last the clock marked a scant ten minutes before the appointed hour, he rose, his eyes sparkling, feeling a sense of supreme wellbeing from the vitality which the immediate task ahead inspired, and went out to the living room to wait for his beautiful young victim. It would be a further proof of her obedience, he knew, by compelling her to appear before her executioner, so to speak, and it was another delicious nuance which made the blood surge in his veins as he seated himself with arms folded across his chest and awaited her.

As the last stroke of nine sounded, Maude slowly appeared on the threshold of the living room, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears, arms at her sides, her whole attitude one of prayerful resignation, very much like a victim who hopes despairingly for a last- moment reprieve.

“ You are prompt, I see, Maude, and that is very good. If you had been late by so much as a moment, I should have been obliged to add to the severity of your punishment,” he stated as he rose and walked towards her.

The golden- haired girl was ravishingly lovely in a pretty white muslin frock with high neck, whose skirts were pleated and descended to her slim ankles, from which there peeped a glimpse of the black silk stockings he had purchased for her the month before and exacted that she wear henceforth. The dress had sleeves to the wrists, full and ruffled, with bits of embroidered blue- tinted lace, and altogether she was given the most charmingly ingenuous mien thereby. Her golden hair had been combed and fell in a thick, rich cascade to the middle of her supple back. He observed that her dainty little hands were spasmodically clenched into fists as if to steel herself for the oncoming ordeal, and also that the magnificent contours of her well developed firm young bosom were prominently accentuated by the clinging bodice of her frock as, in her nervousness, her breath came quickly and erratically.