Anonymous - Maude Cameron And Her Guardian

“ W- what d- do you m- mean s- s- sir?” quavered poor Norah Byron, who at last raised her beautiful, eloquent, humid brown eyes to his.

He rose, as answer and, ordering her to put her arms at her sides, began to unbutton her shirtwaist, under which the splendid, well spaced turrets of her young firm bosom rose and fell agitatedly.

“ Ohh- s- sir- sir- wh- what are y- you going to do to me?” Norah Byron groaned, imploring him with huge, tear- swimming eyes as he now undid the third button of her shirtwaist. And she put her hands on his wrist, to try to halt his audacious assault on her modesty.

“ You have only to submit yourself, Norah, or you will be expelled, though not without suffering your justly deserved chastisement. I do not think your aunt and uncle would enjoy reading this scandal us report of your doings with Miss Davidson in the linen closet last night,” he sarcastically remarked. The frantic brownette uttered a choking cry and meekly lowered her arms to her sides. “ That is better,” he declared as he finished undoing the last button, and then calmly dragged the shirtwaist off her lovely body.

In the thin half- camisole beneath it, only a single thickness of fine- spun fabric now shielded the glorious rondures of Norah Byron’ s agitatedly panting young bosom, and exposed the milky beauty of her dimpled soft shoulders- with the adorable tufts of dark brown maidenfronds sequestered in the soft kissable niches of her armpits- and the graceful contours of her bare arms. By now, her blushes had spread to her rounded soft throat and even to the dainty lobes of her piquantly close- set little ears.

“ Now you will remove your skirt, “ he announced, and the brownette recoiled, a hand over her mouth, her eyes huge with stupefaction. “ Not- not in front of a man- oh, sir, it- if s indecent-”

“ That word comes strangely from your lips, Miss Byron,” was his sarcastic retort, “ Shall I call in Miss Cameron and Miss Birchington, the former of whom will tell you what your fellow sinner has to confess about the infamous little games you two were playing last night? If I need to, my girl, your chastisement will be infinitely more severe!”

Norah Byron bowed her head and a long shuddering sob escaped her. Finally, in a dying voice, she murmured, “ If.. if I submit my- myself, s- sir, will you have mercy on me and- and not hurt me too much? I cannot stand physical pain, truly I can’ t- I am so ashamed- this is punishment enough-”

“ Not for what you dared to do last night,” he cuttingly interposed. “ Quickly now, the skirt!” And, taking a few quick steps to the panoply on the wall, he took down a little black rubber dog whip with doubly thick handle and tapering lash whose tip ended in two three- inch- long strands, the tip having been cut in two much as the manner of the Scotch tawse, so as to impart added sting to the naked flesh of a naughty girl’ s posterior.

Norah Byron uttered a frightened little cry of terror and recoiled, then hastened to unbutton the waistband of the skirt, which now fell about her ankles; she stepped out of it and stood in the coquettish, flouncy, lace- trimmed drawers and camisole, the black silk hose caressing her sleek high, sinuously molded calves in the most bewitching manner. The purity of her soft milky skin had a luminosity to it which swiftened Mr. Cameron’ s desire, and his eyes lingered on her calves and thighs, which were deliciously proportioned, neither too plump nor lean nor short, and which merged into the prominently high- set rondures of a magnificently firm bottom. Meeting his gaze, she turned an even more vivid scarlet and suddenly hid her blushing face in the crook of one dimpled, bare arm, a pose which indescribably heightened his erotic desire to possess her. But he knew as a connoisseur that she would give him greater pleasure by submitting to fustigation, for therein lay supreme shame at having to uncover her secret parts to a man to be flogged for a sin which only females are guilty of and which no man should know about.

He next ordered her to go over to the solid square table over which the pulley ropes dangled, and once she had obeyed, commanded her to lie down on it on her back. When she hesitated, she tasted the whistling kiss of the two- tipped dog whip over one bare shoulder, and the vivid bright weal that sprang up on the nacreous flesh told him what exquisite pleasures were in store for him this night. Sobbing, Miss Norah Byron scrambled upon the table and draped herself on her back, her legs hanging over the end, her eyes enormous with fear and shame.

Swiftly, he made the pulley ropes fast to her stockinged slim ankles and hoisted her legs aloft, first buckling a broad strap round her waist, “ Ohh sir, sir,” she wailed, “ what are you going to do? For God’ s sake spare me, I will never be naughty again, oh do let me go, I’ m afraid!”

“ Not without good reason, Miss Byron. But first you must experience the deepest shame at being exposed by a man, to punish you for your scandalous immodesty with that young culprit,” he sententiously declared. So saying, he bent over the front of the table and thrust one hand down the bodice of the thin half- camisole. A shriek responded as Norah Byron grabbed for his hand, trying to remove it from the firm satiny warm turret of her maiden breast, whose naked peak he was squeezing with an audacity that made her breathless. “ Ohh stop! Oh it is dreadful to treat me that way, sir!” she pleaded. But for answer, he simply grasped both her wrists with his left hand, and continued to feel her naked bosom with his right; while poor Miss Norah Byron rolled her head from side to side, eyes tightly shut, tears edging through her fluttering long thick brown eyelashes, her body shaken by tremors she was powerless to control.

The posture was exciting to the extreme: held securely round the waist, her legs drawn straight up tautly, Norah Byron thrust out her magnificent young bottom, clad in the tight drawers, in the most provocative way. Taking a pair of scissors, he returned to the foot of the table, and now warned her not to so much as breathe lest he wound her in a particularly sensitive spot. Then, taking up a fold of the tight drawers between left thumb and forefinger, he snipped away the thin fabric, right over the apex of her lovenest!

“ Ohh don’t! Oh my God in Heaven, please don’t expose me there!” Norah Byron shrieked, fairly beside herself, and tried her best to clasp her hands over his to prevent the operation. But Mr. Cameron desisted, and went back to strap her wrists together and drawn them down towards the floor, fixing the end of the long rawhide thong to a round wooden peg set in one of the rear legs especially for that purpose, and poor Norah Byron found herself even more immutably fixed to endure her maiden martyrdom.

Resuming with the scissors while the frantic, shamed virgin held her breath and did not dare to move, Mr. Cameron snipped away till he had exposed the furry plump triangle of her lovecenter, by which, half fainting with shame and distress, the brownette had averted her face to one side and lay panting with agonized terror.

“ Now then,” he said, taking up the little dog whip,” you are ready for your thrashing, Miss Byron, and I may add there is a peculiar justice in chastising that part of you which was the naughtiest last night.” And with this, without further warning, he descended the thong straight down into her virgin- gap, the two slashed little strands of the rubber lash biting viciously into the tender rosy- pink shell of her virgin Venus. A wild scream of intolerable suffering burst from Norah Byron as she tried to arch herself up, straining at her bound wrists behind and below her, and her head turned every which way in supplicating appeal. “ Ohh noo! Not There, oh my God in Heaven, not there, you’ll kill meeeee!” was her shriek as a second downward- darting kiss of the supple thong flicked into her mossy grotto.