Anonymous - Maude Cameron And Her Guardian

Now taking the scissors, he carefully cut away the material of Norah’ s drawers, till her full bewitchingly naked bottom burst into view, upturned, outthrust and distended by the straddle of her legs as well as by the fulcrum of that padded arch, by which he could see the furry fronds of her virgin slit salaciously in view between them and the inflamed labia of her maiden bower, gaping as if petitioning a virile lover to assuage the burning smart his fustigation had caused that supremely sensitive nook.

Taking one of the birches from the oblong case in which it waited, he laid the rod across the lower curves of those milky half- moons, and Norah burst into sobs, looking back to implore heartfelt mercy, her beautiful brown eyes welling with new tears, her lips and nostrils trembling, and her brown hair tumbling about her tear- wet, flushed cheeks. The sight of that provocatively anguished face and the sight of her naked behind contracting pitifully to lessen its target for that swishy rod made Mr. Cameron shudder with a new onrush of lust, but he steeled himself to the task and slowly began to birch Miss Norah Byron’ s sumptuous young backside, patting each time to announce where the next cut would fall, whilst the martyred culprit ceaselessly continued to beseech mercy amid tears, wails, cries and protests that she would die under the burning caresses of the birch.

The salacious little arch which further lofted up her loins and spread out the cheeks of her milky backside in all their fleshly appeal provided him with a breathtakingly exciting view of her most intimate treasures, and as her buttocks grated this way and that, tightening and yawning to expose the shadowy cleft which parted them, revealing glimpses of the diminutive rosebud of her neither entryway to pleasure, he found himself at last disposed to grant Miss Norah Byron her request. So, having prepared the terrain with a good twenty cute and denoting the furious pattern of darkening stripes and scratches all over the once flawlessly milky- smooth posterior, he slyly extended the supple thin rod straight out till the tips of the birch grazed the distended ambery crease of Miss Byron’ s palpitating, striped bottomcheeks and hoarsely demanded, “ Are you ready now to go to bed with me, Miss Byron, or do you prefer more birching?”

At this, the frantic sufferer, again turning her contorted face over her shoulder, sobbingly cried, “ Oh, Mr. Cameron, for God’ s sake have me now, but don’ t birch me any more, I am dying from it! oh yes, yes, do anything you want with me, but for God’ s dear sake, put down that dreadful birch!”

He cast aside the rod, and his robe with it, and then his nightshirt, and sinewy, lean, naked in his slippers, drew up a tabouret on which he mounted. Miss Byron had been placed over the horse so that her bottom jutted out over the edge, and the little arch under her loins offered up her maiden cavity most advantageously. Gripping her burning hips with steely fingers, he advanced his weapon till its glistening, taut. skinned head made contact with the mossy crevice, and, then, sternly bidding her to remain passively obedient in this position, thrust himself slowly into her Venus. The almost nude sufferer caught her breath as his fulminating lance imperiously hammered at the secret gates of her chastity, but a final push broke down this temporary resistance and with a cry the lovely brown- haired culprit arched and squirmed as she felt him make his distending inroads into her tight maiden channel, deflowering her masterfully.

Once planted in her clutching bower, the warmth and tightness of which were as exquisite as any he had ever tasted, Mr. Cameron, who had conserved his energies ably and had had his first frenzy quieted between his ward Alice’ s straining, complaisant thighs, was able to take his time with beautiful young Norah Byron, and soon the murmuring sighs and gasps and frantic little moans, as well as the spasmodic wrigglings of her loins and hips indicated that she was beginning to be compensated for her earlier suffering as with contorted, flushed face, closed eyes and flaring nostril- wings, she began unconsciously to jut back her hips to receive his. firming thrusts.

At last, with a cry of ecstasy, he shot his essence deep into her womb, and Norah Byron, who had been edified first- hand as to the supreme difference between cloying Sapphic caresses and the dominating virility of the male, uttered an echoing cry as her own tides of passion were swept up to meet and merge with his.

At length, he released her and helped her dress, sternly reminding her that if she ever again sought to appease her ardors with one of her own sex in this his school, her punishment would be far more taxing than what she had this night endured. And from the submissive, even passionate look she gave him as she stealthily left his chamber- to which he had taken her for a glass of port and a last lecture- whilst his hands stroked her hips and bosom, Charles Cameron had reason to believe that he had conquered another willing slave to his ardent harem…

In such delightful manner did Charles Cameron disport himself at his private school for girls, in ways that the male reader of this tale must surely envy, realizing that it will not be within his powers to realize such opportunities. As we have told in our preceding chapter, Mr. Cameron adjudged that in the conquest of mature and lovely Norah Byron he had found himself a potentially valuable ally as well as erotic companion when the occasion should arise to appeal to her deep- rooted sensual instincts, of which her Sapphic misconduct had already forecast a fitting evidence that she could adapt her loins to satisfy the more imperious nature of the male. And as we shall also see in a future chapter, through the conspiratorial obedience of this selfsame young beauty, Mr. Cameron was put in a position to accomplish his desire of casting one of his truly mature adult instructresses into erotic bondage to him. But of that anon.

Meanwhile, the Friday penance sessions in the gymnasium continued to delight him and prevent his boredom, for he attended them from his secret hiding place in the Snuggery and, at times, just as we have already described, crept out when the culprits were blindfold and pinioned, to feel their bosoms and bottoms and sometimes even, when the mood seized him, to fustigate their plump white backsides and revel in their squirmings and sobbing pleas for pardon.

Miss Lily Ashton, who had twice drawn attention to herself in finding secret erotic gratification whilst wiggling her loins captiously under the burning swipes of a good birching, apparently had derived a taste for that sort of thing, for it was seen that at least once a month she managed to get herself into Alice Birching- ton’ s bad graces and go down on Alice’ s report for a particular Friday, which summoned her to the gym there to submit her naked bottomcheeks for the rod or tawse or cane. And Mr. Cameron, having detected this penchant for suffering commingled with sensual pleasure in the mischievous Lily, ordered Alice to give this “ star pupil” free rein to earn herself as many demerits as her delightfully contoured bottom could stand, for one day he meant to edify Lily as to the real delights to be garnered by submitting to the hot kisses of the rod and then to undergo an invitation into the Cytherean mysteries whereby another kind of rod, in its way more demanding and burning still, would bring her sensual core to the crux of physical pleasure… of that too, anon.

Shortly after the Christmas holidays, whilst the school pupils were settling back down once more to the regimen of life at the Cameron institution, it came to Mr. Cameron’ s attention that a few miles from his house there lived a lonely widow with two lovely grown daughters.