Anonymous - Maude Cameron And Her Guardian

“ Oh! Oh- h- h- h! It burns like fire, Uncle Charles,” she wailed. “ I know I shan’ t be able to bear it! How many of those dreadful strokes am I to endure?”

“ Until I have deemed that you have had enough,” was his laconic answer, as once again he pressed the bulky rod home against her huddling bare bottomcheeks, this time lower down. Maude sucked in her breath and bowed her head, while a shiver rippled through her tractioned body as he forced home the scratchy withes against her tender, stinging flesh. Already he had seen that the very first cut had left vivid red imprints against that tender jutting backside.

Keeping her for a moment in suspense, he finally drew back his arm and sent the rod dancing once more over the twin hemispheres at exactly the spot he had chosen. A shrill cry of pain was the response as Maude lunged and twisted her bottom from side to side, once more turning her tearstained face over her shoulder and this time shamelessly rubbing the wounded region with her free hand.

“ Oh, do stop- do stop, Uncle Charles! I can’ t bear it, I just can’ t.”

“ But you must, I’ m very much afraid. Now take your hand away- or perhaps already you have thought up what it is you are to do with that little hand, eh?”

At this sly and lewd reference, Maude’ s cheeks turned an embarrassed scarlet, and she gasped, “ I don’ t know what you mean. Truly, I don’ t. Oh, how can you be so cruel to me on my birthday?”

“ There is an adage that he who would be kind needs must first be cruel,” he parried as he laid the rod across her naked hindquarters for the third time, still a little lower down so it was just over the upswelling base of those velvety young hemispheres.

“ Now, then, get ready for another good cut!” So saying, he deliberately drew back his arm, suspended it for a moment, then swept the bundle of switches firmly against the chosen site. Maude’ s loins dashed forward in a convulsive propulsion: a shrill, tearful scream was wrested from her, and then her hips executed a sporadic squirming from side to side as if to cast off the intolerable heat which was already beginning to visit her naked seat. The strokes thus far had left bright, visible patterns of horizontal, thin striata across the pink velvety canvas which was her naked backside and on which her guardian proposed to paint with memorable artistry a portrait whose completion would lead to her total surrender.

Charles Cameron, as a master of the art of castigation, as an amorous agent in the procuring of exquisite carnal pleasures which the average man rarely conceives of or procures for himself, did not in any way hurry this first chastisement of his beautiful young ward. For him, the spectacle of the enchantingly lovely, golden- haired, ripely formed young virgin in her provocative half- nakedness of camisole, hose and lowered drawers, with one hand bound high above her head and the other still ludicrously pressed between her quaking thighs, afforded the most indescribable voluptuous joys. Savoringly, like the connoisseur he was, he took full appreciative cognizance of the nuances attendant upon Maude’ s ordeal. Slowly, for the fourth time, he laid the bulky rod solidly over the palpitating hindquarters of the squirming, gasping, victim, an inch or two above the jutting base of those luscious globes whose muscular reactions gave vent to a veritable pageantry of dance by which the subtle ambery furrow between those rotundities yawned and clenched alternately, allowing glimpses of the never before explored maidenly terrain of Maude Rivers’ twin virginities.

He perceived also that she had the most adorable dimples just above the base of each buttock, which came and went with untold frequency depending on the neural agitation of her senses and the burning of her aggravated young flesh- signs again of what he might expect when she might be brought to total surrender. He vowed to himself to draw forth all these latent ardors which were slumbering beneath that pink satiny skin so as to find for himself the most passionate of mistresses.

Catching her breath once more as she felt the cruel announcement of the scratchy switches pressing home against her bare buttocks, Maude uttered a long groan of pathetic appeal. “ Oh, dear Uncle Charles, won’ t you please let me off now? It cuts and tears so! You’ ll tear me to pieces, I know you will!”

“ Nonsense!” he laughed, as he slowly rubbed the bulky rod too and fro against her huddling bottomcheeks. “ There’ s nothing like a good birching to revive tone of healthy flesh and to salubriously warm the temperament. You will hardly be marked at all, twenty- four hours from now, but I promise you that your bottom will burn long enough to make your conduct henceforth exemplary. And now I think you must be ready for some more good cuts.” So saying, he drew back his arm and with nimble dexterity sent the rod thudding against the lower summits of the naked bottom globes of his beautiful young victim, who instantly lunged forward, twisting her naked hips from side to side and glancing back over her shoulder, as once again her free hand plunged to her inflamed flesh and frantically rubbed in an effort to rub away the mounting heat which was gathering in the attacked regions.

“ You still haven’ t found a use for that little hand, I see,” he quipped, as once again he laid the rod firmly against the trembling base of Maude’ s voluptuous behind, patted it a few times while she gasped and squirmed in her bonds, then dealt her a quick lunging cut which sent the ends of the switches flicking round in front towards her tender groin. A piercing squeal of pain attested to the efficacy of this stroke, and Maude executed the most lascivious peroration imaginable as she crossed her free hand over to her hip and upper thigh and commenced a feverish rubbing to allay the atrocious sting which the kiss of the birch had imparted.

With a connoisseur’ s eye, Charles Cameron paused to constate the marks left by this preliminary switching, and passed his left palm over the twitching naked globes, once again patting, squeezing and pinching them with a liberty that astounded the gasping, tearful penitent. “ As I thought,” he at last concluded and brandished the birch again, “ there is hardly anything to show of your punishment as yet, and your skin is just mildly warm and not at all cut. Prepare yourself, therefore, to receive a more serious portion of your wellmerited chastisement!”

With this, giving her no warning whatsoever, he slashed the rod over the tops of her naked hips, forcing her to plunge forward once again with a shocked cry of pain and twist halfway round as she sought to stare at him appealingly, in such a way that he caught a glimpse of the thickly fleeced dark golden triangle of her mount of love. Despite her suffering, poor Maude, recognizing the shameless display she had just made of herself, clapped her left palm over the intimate hollow to hide it from him, and was promptly rewarded with another magisterial stroke of the rod, this one switching fiercely across the broadest, most resilient curves of both her bottomcheeks.

“ Oh! Oh- h- h- h! Oh dear! Oh, please, Uncle Charles. I can’ t stand it! I just can’ t stand any more!”

“ I’ m afraid you’ ll have to, my dear,” was his mocking reply as he patted the upper summits of her now vividly marked and striped hindquarters with the flexible birch. “ Get ready now!” And once again his hand drew back, suspending the instrument of castigation in the air, while Maude wriggled and tightened herself instinctively in anticipation of the stroke, until at last he delivered it, stepping forward to give further impetus to the whistling switches as they clung tenaciously to the huddling naked contours of her beautiful naked posterior.

“ Oh, don’ t! Don’ t! I shall die Uncle Charles. I know I shall!” she wailed.