Anonymous - Maude Cameron And Her Guardian

Nothing could be more indecently presented than Maude’ s full young bottom, with the drawers rumpled just below the base of those appetizingly firm velvety cheeks, tied up by one wrist as she was so that every shiver and tremor which that traction enforced manifested itself along the supple back and lovely rounded calves and thighs.

“ Now to complete the preparations, my dear,” he at last announced, his voice a trifle hoarse with comprehensible emotion. Quickly stooping, he drew Maude’ s left ankle to one side of the little ladder and corded it to a rung; then the right ankle. When he rose, the blushing, gasping young girl found herself with her legs exaggeratedly straddled a full yard apart, which naturally prevented the rucked- down drawers from descending any further and acted as a kind of decorative aureole about the tops of her round trembling young thighs.

Slowly he constated the appetizing freshness, the smoothly glossy epidermis of that magnificent behind exposed to his appreciative gaze, its sumptuous yet perfectly proportioned contours were breathtakingly put into relief by the exaggerated straddle of Maude’ s stockinged legs to the farthest rungs of the little ladder on the floor and by the traction of her pinioned wrist: thus the globes, with a piquant vitality increased not only by the girl’ s apprehension and shame at this indecent and enforced exposure of her person to a man’ s eyes- and worse!- strove frantically to diminish their all too fulsome development, thereby causing spasmodic contractions which had the effect of tightening the hemispheres over that sinuous cleavage and hitherto unprofaned temples of her young womanhood. And the rippling tremors which visited her back, and called his rapt attention to the vitality and sensitivity of her emotions and their physical responses in the most maddening way.

Festooning the tops of her thighs, the rucked- down drawers formed a salacious pinion all their own, setting off the glory of her velvety pink- naked bottomcheeks, whose twitching fluxions augured for Charles Cameron the most enjoyable regalia of choreography under the play of the rods which waited his good pleasure. Dying of shame at this long suspense and enforced exposure before him, blonde Maude pathetically implored in a groaning little voice hardly heard, “ Oh, I cannot bear the shame, Uncle Charles! Surely I have been punished enough already for whatever I did! Do be kind and let me go now!”

“ You have not even begun yet to comprehend the extent of your chastisement, my dear,” was his sententious response as he moved about to get an unhampered view of her voluptuous young behind. “ But I think we shall proceed to its commencement at this time, to give you a better idea of how a naughty, stubborn minx meets with her just desserts.”

Maude groaned again and bowed her head as she heard him approach her trembling, straddled, tractioned body. Out of the instinct of sheer modesty, the lovely golden- haired girl had pressed her free hand between her gaping thighs so as to shield from her guardian’ s eyes the niche of her femininity, and in her efforts to hide her most intimate parts from his greedy gaze, she desperately tried to flinch her stockinged thighs, but of course to no avail.

He stood at her left side for a moment, lost in contemplation of the superb naked posterior which jutted forth in all its tempting satiny resilience, observing the interplay of her gluteal muscles and thus discerning what a superb subject for the rod she truly was. The finely grained skin of her bottom and thighs promised a swift reward for his flagellatory attentions, for the skin was sensitive and delicate and would readily mark. However, to guarantee this, he substituted touch for vision, and Maude uttered a cry of distress and threw back her head in wild alarm as she felt his palm lingeringly glide over the cheeks of the naked bottom.

“ Oh, for God’ s sake, Uncle Charles, don’ t shame me so,” she tearfully begged, feverishly pressing her soft little palm with all her might against the downy nook between her straddled thighs, “ oh, if you must punish me, do it now and get it over with, I beg of you! I shall die of shame, truly I shall! Oh, do please take your hand away!”

He did not answer for a moment, being lost in a world of sensations all his own. The unspeakably exquisite feel of the delicate skin of her hindquarters to his palm had roused all his virile desires for the half- naked young girl; as for herself, Maude absolutely aghast at the liberty her guardian was taking with her person, twisted and wriggled with all her might and main to evade the suave caresses of his expert hand, flinching and contracting her muscles in a supreme defense, which naturally only served to excite him by giving him tactile proof of the mercurial vitality of the flesh he meant to chastise.

From caressing, he passed to delicate palpations, squeezing here and there, tweaking and pinching lightly all over those magnificent, sumptuous nether hemispheres so as to determine the quality of their resistance under the birch. Pathetic little cries, whimpering gasps, sobs, and tearful entreaties punctuated his calm pursuit of the objective in view, until at last poor Maude turned her scarlet, tearstained face over her shoulder, and gasped, “ Oh, do get on with it so that my punishment will be over, dear Uncle Charles.”

“ So you prefer the kisses of the birch to the caresses of my hand, do you, my dear?” was his ironic answer as he gave one of her buttocks a smart little slap that drew a startled squeal and jerking twist from the tethered victim, “ well, I shall do my best to gratify you then, you minx.”

So saying, Charles Cameron strode to the bucket in which the two birch rods were steeping, side by side, and drew out each in turn, swishing it about in the air to shake off the water and also to impress the wide- eyed victim as to what awaited her. The two birches were not at all the same: one was broader, composed of about fourteen switches bound together with a cloth wrapper at one end to serve as handle- grip, while the other was composed of only half a dozen long, slim switches. There was a specific reason for this divergence in the punishment instruments Mr. Cameron had chosen for the castigation of his ward, as we shall see.

Taking the bulkier rod, he crossed over to the trembling young girl, who turned her contorted face to watch him approach with the weapon of execution readied in his right hand. An abject gasp of terror and supplication burst from her as she beheld it: “ Oh, you’ ll kill me, Uncle Charles. You’ ll fairly kill me with that dreadful rod on my poor tender bare flesh. I implore you to have pity on me on my birthday and not thrash me so cruelly with that horrid rod! I promise I will be very good and do my best to obey you in all things if you will only grant me this one time…”

He die not let her finish. With a cold little smile, he took his place behind her, at her left, and pressed the bulky rod full across the plumpest sectors of the cringing bottomcheeks, as if to indicate to her where the first stroke would fall.

Looking back over her shoulder, her eyes dilated and bright with tears, golden- haired Maude feverishly petitioned, “ Oh, no, I beg of you, dear Uncle Charles!”

“ Oh, yes, my girl!” was his sardonic response as he drew back the rod and sent it whistling out towards the all- too- vulnerable target. With an angry hiss, the bundle of switches bit home against the ripe, velvety, pink- satiny summits of Maude’ s voluptuous bare bottom, and with a shriek of painful surprise at the malevolence of that first cut, the lovely victim lunged forward, while at the same time dashing her free left hand back to the wounded place in a futile attempt to cover up the all- too- liberal expanse of naked skin submitted to, chastisement in this way.