Anonymous - Maude Cameron And Her Guardian

He could not help encompassing her with a long level look, at which she turned crimson to her golden hair- roots, and, lowering her head meekly, faintly stammered, “ I- I want to obey you, uncle Charles. Won’ t you please be kind, because this is my birthday, and not punish me cruelly? I promise I- I will do whatever you wish, if you will only be merciful.”

“ And I repeat what I told you earlier, my girl,” he dryly countered as he took hold of her elbow and directed her out of the room and down the passageway, “ that I do not believe in so quick a conversion of heart, and that after you have been chastised in the most exemplary way, if you are then of the same docile opinion as to your conduct before me, I shall take credence in it. Come!”

The cellar was reached by a narrow, winding little stairway from a closet near the pantry, and Charles Cameron, lighting a candle to illumine the murky way, went ahead of his quiveringly fearful young ward, holding up his other hand to her to grasp so as to negotiate the slow, foreboding descent.

He then used the candle to light the gas tapers set high on the wall to cast, finally, a bright light on the scene of what was to be Maude’ s ultimate subjugation, and the girl shrank back, her blue eyes wide with anxiety, as she beheld what was in store for her.

From a metal pulley set in the ceiling in the middle of the wide cellar, two ropes dangled, and on the floor itself was a narrow little ladder not much longer than that of a yardstick. Against the wall to the right was a bucket in which reposed two birch rods, soaking in brine, and, on the floor beside the bucket, a long- handled bath brush with thick, stiff bristles. Against the opposite wall, there was a low leather couch, quite wide, black and gleaming, in the center of which lay a battledore paddle and the same metal leafcutter with which he had smacked her soft little palms that memorable evening when she had flouted his edict about the forbidden books.

Once she had unwillingly stepped over the thick wooden threshold of this ominous room, he closed the door, turned the key in the lock and pocketed it. Maude espied the birch rods and turned to her guardian hands clasped at her heaving bosom, her face adorably contorted with anguish as she pleaded, “ Oh, dear Uncle Charles, I am sorry I made you angry and if you will only be kind to me, I promise I shall obey you just as you wish, truly, truly, dear Uncle Charles!”

“ You are delicious when tears come into your soft blue eyes, Maude,” he said with savoring relish as he felt his dominance grow with that thrilling excitement which every virile man experiences when a desirable and lovely young female implores mercy at his hands, “ but these are crocodile tears which every naughty girl sheds in the useless hope of escaping merited retribution for her naughtiness. No, I shall not spare you, so you had best make your mind up at once to obey swiftly every order I put to you, if you wish to have only a moderate chastisement. Now then, be so kind as to remove that frock!”

Sniffling with woe, poor Maude could only comply, and, turning her back with naive modesty, slowly loosened the buttons of the sleeves and upper bodice, then stooped to catch up the hems and draw the garment reluctantly over her head and shoulders. She stared at him imploringly as she turned to face him, holding the frock in both trembling hands.

“ Let it fall on the floor, it does not matter,” he ordered, devouring her with glittering eyes as her round dimpled bare pink satiny shoulders came bare in this dishabille of the pink lacetrimmed camisole. Over the camisole was a white linen vest, which he bade her remove at once and drop to the floor to follow the frock. Now, in three flouncy lace- trimmed petticoats, stays and drawers and camisole, the black silk stockings held up just above her knees by elastic garters and her dainty little feet embellished in the narrowheeled elegant black French pumps, already his young ward represented the most appetizing picture of femininity at bay that can be imagined- but since she was already so delectable desirable, her virile guardian had no intention of denying himself the forthcoming treats of further disrobing which would reveal her most intimate maiden charms.

Bidding her stand under the dangling ropes, he next himself undid the strings of her petticoats and the laces of the stays and let these fall in a rustling pile upon the discarded frock and vest, so that now she shrank before him, eyes huge with distress and outraged young modesty, in the attire of camisole, stockings, pumps and drawers. These drawers were of white silk, with lace at the hems, and encompassed her magnificently rounded buttocks so snugly that the mysterious crease separating them was tantalizingly outlined beneath the fragile stuff. Their hems descended to the tops of her stockings, and the contrast of the smooth skintight thin white silk against the gauzy black silk of her stockings which molded out the voluptuous curves of her quivering calves, gave Charles Cameron a visual feast which he lingeringly enjoyed while adding to poor Maude’ s atrocious distress at the ever nearing moment of her atonement- an atonement which, judging by the ominous sight of those two rods steeping in brine a few feet away from her dilated eyes, would be searingly chalorous indeed.

He now took hold of one of the pulley ropes and sternly bade her raise her right arm, and when she had dolefully complied, bound her wrist tightly. Going to the wall, he touched a concealed lever, which at once motivated the pulley and drew the rope upwards till her soft pink arm was tractioned upwards tightly, forcing her to stand nearly on the toes of her dainty little pumps.

“ I have left one of your hands free, Maude,” he remarked as he went back to the apprehensive girl, whose blue eyes followed him with poignant, humid gaze, “ and possibly it will enter your mind what use to make of it and to propitiate me when I am birching your naughty backside.”

‘“ I- I don’ t know what you m- mean, Uncle C- Charles!” Maude gasped tremulously, her cheeks a fiery red with confusion.

He shrugged. “ Then you will be inspired by imagination later on, I have no doubt. And now, it is time to bare that impudent bottom, the proper field of those good swishy rods which have been soaking all day long in anticipation of saluting your soft flesh with their own special kind of birthday adulation.”

“ Oh, for heavens’ sake, dear Uncle Charles,” Maude twisted round, her face contorted with desperate shame, “ not my drawers! Oh, do leave them on, for mercy’ s sake! I shall die of shame to be exposed before you, truly I shall! Oh, they- they are not very much protection, they are so thin and tight, do please let me keep them on while you birch me, I beg of you!”

“ No, Maude, I shall not leave them on, for when a naughty girl is given the birch, it must be on the naked flesh so that one can see precisely what degree of severity is laid on and that she does not escape by one iota the quota merited by her naughtiness.” So saying, he unfastened the waistband, and grasping the tops, began to tug them down, while poor Maude, wailing in her shame and frantic anxiety over the imminence of those birch switches attacking her soon to be totally unprotected naked skin, sobbed and squirmed about, frantically hoping to win pardon by her poignant pleas.

With a cry of shame, she announced the descent of the silk drawers just down past the swelling base of her velvety behind, and teetered there, eyes closed, head bowed, panting with shame and distress at her situation, while he greedily studied the area condemned to the burning kisses of the rods.

Her bottom was absolutely breathtaking in its lush beauty, and despite her tender years, there was a firmness of flesh and nobility of contour such as a mature woman would have gloried in- naturally, in the privacy of her boudoir with an appreciative courtier to compliment her on her Callipygian charms! The succulent upsweep of the base of Maude’ s posterior merged into the fleshy proportions of the gluteal hemispheres themselves, their upper summits plumply appetizing and impudently jutting forth. There was an adorable dimple at the chinkbone, and the elegant hollowing of the lower back beyond the posterior only served that much more to call attention to the lovely globes themselves. The shadowy groove parting them narrowed to hide the supreme mysteries of Maude’ s delicious person, yet set off each luscious hemisphere to its fullest advantage. The velvety smoothness and pink vibrant satin of the skin were qualities that furnished the bachelor connoisseur unspeakable pleasure, and it was torment to him not at once to put his hand upon that terrain of voluptuous, virginal nudity and discover its tantalizing appeal. But, voluptuary that he was and a master of the art of prolongation in the secret tourney of love, he contented himself for a long moment by staring at Maude’ s buttocks, which, contrarily, the poor girl, knowing herself so indecently exposed before her guardian, tried piteously to diminish by dint of all the muscular contractions of which her young, healthy body was capable- and this, it goes without saying, only increased the provocative loveliness of her naked bottom, while at the same time documenting to Charles Cameron the resilience and emotional sensitivities of her flesh which he meant to chasten as a father corrects an errant daughter.