Anonymous - Maude Cameron And Her Guardian

“ Oh, yes, “ Uncle Charles,” Alice purred with a broad wink, “ that naughty hussy has already been inattentive in my class several times since her last thrashing.”

“ Well, we shall see, then,” he concluded, rising from the table. “ Meanwhile, both of you shall assist me this evening, as I am sure Rose arid Nellie will protest my choice of attire.”

His prediction came exactly to pass. When it was time to come downstairs to supper, neither Miss Rose nor Miss Nellie had emerged from their room, and when Maude was sent up to summon them, they at last descended, wearing the school costume which Mr. Cameron had furnished and which was like that worn by the older girls under Misses Medbury and Davis.

“ What is this?” he said crossly. “ I thought I told you to put on your new supper frocks to join us at the table this evening. Didn’ t you two read the note I left with the box?”

“ Oh, yes,” Rose said in a clear sweet voice, “ but after Nellie and I looked at what was in the box, we decided that you surely didn’ t want us to make such a spectacle of ourselves, didn’ t we, Nellie?”

Her blonde sister nodded, blushing and averting her eyes.

“ Very well,” he said coldly, “ you have brought it on yourself. I find you both obstinate and disobedient, and there is only one course to take, for I will not keep under my roof ungrateful, naughty girls. You will both accompany me to the cellar after supper.”

Rose shot her sister an indignant look, but Nellie, being innately far meeker, only bowed her head and sighed with anxiety. So it was left to Rose to brave Mr. Cameron’ s pretended and not entirely justified wrath: “ We have done nothing wrong, Mr. Cameron, “ she rallied to her sister’ s defense as well as her own, “ I am sure you don’ t want us to be indecent, and those clothes are not proper.”

“ And now, you forward minx, you are criticizing my taste and obliquely slandering my integrity, are you? Miss Rose, you shall feel what the birch is like on your impudent backside before the night is over, I promise you!”

At this, meek lovely blonde Nellie, with an indignant cry, rushed to her sister’ s aid: “ But that is unjust and unfair, Mr. Cameron! Rose is not disobedient, she is only behaving, as I am, the way our mother taught us. We are good girls, and it isn’ t proper to make us wear such shamefully revealing clothes.”

He leaned back and stared at her so boldly that she turned a vivid crimson and lowered her eyes before the mocking glitter of his eyes. “ Well, so the shy violet becomes the bold primrose, does she?” he quipped. “ Then you should be properly rewarded for your audacity to judge me that way. Maude, Alice, these naughty girls to the cellar at once!” All too eagerly the golden- haired and the brunette nieces of Charles Cameron seized their victims by the wrists and led them down the steps to the cellar.

Whilst Mr. Cameron grasped Rose’ s wrists and stared menacingly at her, Alice and Maude, at his orders, obliged poor Nellie to remove her skirt and the shirtwaist, under which, by his particular design, she wore an exquisitely sheer and fragile white camisole and matching, very snug drawers trimmed with Alencon lace at the legs and waistband, Then she was led to the triangle and forced to loft her wrists, which the girls then bound to the top ring, whereupon Maude and Alice each seized one of her slim ankles and made it fast with cords, so that the honey- haired captive was tractioned and spread- eagled helplessly.

Whilst these preparations were going on, Rose struggled with her captor, angrily denouncing him for his wanton cruelty and injustice in punishing her sister in so shameful a manner. His answer to summon Maude and Alice to force her to kneel in the deep low armchair, whilst he calmly trussed up her skirt and then lowered her drawers to her knees, exposing magnificently ripe- curved narrowly spaced set of nether globes whose ivory sheen and flawlessly soft velvety skin excited him to the utmost, while Rose writhed like an eel and pantingly expressed her furious indignation at being so maltreated.

Whilst Alice held the brunette rebel’ s wrists behind her back in both her slim hands, Maude, at the back of the armchair, reached down and gripped Rose’ s neck to force the girl’ s bare bottomcheeks well out as Mr. Cameron procured the rubber dog whip with its two tapering strips. “ Now, Miss Nellie,” he remarked officiously as he took his place at the left of the quivering captive, “ you shall see your sister’ s white hillocks transformed into purple- headed moons!” And to Maude, he added, “ Make her stick her bottom out more than that, unless you are to take her place on this chair!”

At this threat, which she knew him to be perfectly capable of carrying out, Maude shoved Rose’ s neck down so that the girl’ s face was crushed against the upholstery of the seat and the jutting rounds of that ivory backside thrust out in the boldest, most inviting manner conceivable.

Taking careful aim, Mr. Cameron drew back his arm and swished the little whip over the plumpest curves of Rose’ s naked behind. A stifled cry of pain rose at once, and the captive’ s wrists jerked at Alice’ s grasp, whilst her naked hips lunged and swerved violently this way and that.

“ There, now, Miss Nellie, “ he turned back to the captive who was facing her sister from a few feet away, “ what did you think of that?”

“ I closed my eyes so as not to see it, “ Nellie gasped.

“ Oh, did you now, my girl?” he chuckled, tossing the whip to Alice and bidding her take over the fustigation of the younger rebel” then I shall have to make you open your eyes, shan’ t I?”

He drew up a tall stool and perched himself on it facing poor Nellie, whose cheeks were furiously crimsoned as she was made aware of his imminent siege on her maiden flesh. For he had come to the supper table wearing only nightshirt and robe and slippers, and now the robe was doffed and it was plain through the thin nightshirt in what an aroused state his manhood was.

Another stifled groan exuded from the brunette victim as Alice viciously streaked the upper summits with a horizontal slash of the rubber dog whip.

“ And that one, too, Miss Nellie, what was your opinion of it?” he mocked the lovely blonde, whilst his eyes feasted on the erratic swelling of her splendid young breasts through the thin white camisole.

She bit her lips, but was silent.

At his nod, a third lash swept over Rose’ s naked buttocks, this one at the base, and the strident cry of pain attested to Alice’ s malicious vigor in inflicting it. Rose’ s hips writhed frantically, and she tried to raise her head; but Maude, impressed by her guardian’ s threat, managed to force the captive’ s face well down.

“ Keep her thus, Maude, and come here, Alice,” he instructed. And when the brunette had obeyed, he bade her take a box of pins and “ make Miss Nellie’ s camisole skintight, so that it will be as if her bare flesh were offered for her punishment, whilst at the same time preserving her obsessive modesty.”

Alice hurried to obey, and in a few moments had taken little folds here and three of the camisole and pinned it so that at every breath Nellie took, her nipples and bosom- peaks seemed to thrust through the fragile white stuff of the garment.

Then, taking up a metal leafcutter and sitting nonchalantly on his stool facing her, Mr. Cameron drew back the tip and after careful aim and deliberation, let fly to that the oval- shaped head of the flat gleaming implement smacked angrily and noisily against Nellie’ s lower left breast. Taken by surprise, the lovely blonde opened her eyes, which were brimming with tears, and sucking in her breath, wiggled backwards. Mr. Cameron amused himself for a few minutes with smacking her breasts all over, sparing her nipples, however, till at last he tapped the left bud and bade her pay attention to a really harsh smack. The pain was atrocious and Nellie cried out and flung herself back.