Anonymous - Maude Cameron And Her Guardian

By the time the dozen with the birch had been inflicted on each furiously marked and wiggling bare bottom, Alice and Maude were, it must be said, slyly employing the means Miss Lily Ashton had discovered in the gymnasium for easing the burning of the birch, that is to say, by frictioning her loins against the dome so that erotic sensations would distract her. And of course, since in their case it was against each other’ s private naked parts, the sensations derived thereby were far more considerable.

When the tawse came into play, it was Alice who first cried out as the wicked two- fingered leather band whisked angrily over the base of her naked backside and the tip swept round to sting the edge of her bare hip. But Maude echoed the cry as she tasted the leather band, and by the time each girl had had her dozen, Alice, who was more emotional, was found to have lost the tourney. Maude was untied and made to straddle over Mr. Cameron as he laid down on a chaise longue which Maude had to draw up before the triangle. Languidly, a long supple switch in one hand, he amused himself as Maude descended herself upon his upright weapon, by flicking the tip of the very long withe against Alice’ s breasts and inner thighs and belly. And thus once again did the connoisseur of female pulchritude taste the dual joys of love and conquest as few men are ever privileged to do.

Of course, Mr. Cameron did not propose to let the younger sister, Rose, get off scot- free for her impertinence and defiance, even though his bout with voluptuous blonde Nellie had been amply satisfying.

About a week after Nellie’ s subjugation, Rose was admonished by Alice, who had just received a report from Miss Medbury that Rose’ s scholastic progress in class was not all that could be desired. Rose flushed indignantly, and instead of humbly taking this censure meekly, replied that she wasn’ t accountable to Alice at all. The brunette at once reported this to Mr. Cameron, who had Alice and Maude take the rebellious girl to the cellar and strip her of everything except her stockings, garters, camisole and snug white drawers, then tie her to the triangle and leave her to reflect on her impertinence and its imminent consequences.

Rose struggled against her two tormentresses, whom she resented as being no older than she, and it took the two wards a good deal of time and trouble to get Rose fixed to the triangle as had been ordered. She was finally subdued, however and blindfolded, to add to her suspense, as Mr. Cameron had ordered his wards not to inform her what was to be done with her.

In fact, Maude and Alice had had virtually to tear her dress and petticoats off her after first tying her wrists above her head to the peak of the steel triangle, so they could then proceed with fixing her legs astraddle. And Alice avenged herself with several malicious pinches of Rose’ s voluptuous backside and inner thighs which drew wails of pain from the rebel and the most involuntarily lewd wigglings imaginable.

When Mr. Cameron noiselessly made his way to the cellar half an hour later, it was to find Rose squirming about in her restless anxiety, and the sight of her lusciously rounded firm young body tensing and straddled at his mercy was one calculated to stir his carnal appetites to extreme. Maude had accompanied him back to the cellar, naked save for black silk hose and red garters, high- heeled sandals and a red satin dressing gown which was loosely belted and showed off the pink velvety valley of her magnificent round breasts in the most thrilling way.

“ I hope, Uncle Charles,” Maude spoke at last, “ you are going to flog this naughty girl soundly this time. You let her off the last, and you see how rebellious she has become, besides doing unsatisfactory work in her studies.”

“ I do indeed,” he replied, whilst Rose gasped and twisted about, jerking at her wrists in a useless attempt to free herself. “ Hand me that long slender birch, if you please, Maude, for there is nothing like a triangle to hold a naughty girl’ s forms in good position to be touched up by the rod.”

Maude hastened to bring him a birch of about five long slim withes, and he stationed himself in front of the blindfolded captive, reaching out to brush each of her swelling bosoms with the flexible tips of the switches. Rose moaned and executed a smart backward maneuver to escape the atrociously disconcerting touch of the rod on so sensitive an area, but he pursued her, keeping the rod grazing one of her pert nipplebuds, till she gasped, “ Oh, not there! Please if you must birch me, do it on the proper place!”

“ I shall birch you thoroughly, never fear, Miss Rose,” he taunted whilst he moved the birch over the other breast rubbing its tips back and forth while she threw back her head and squirmed away as much as her bonds allowed, “ but I shall decide which naughty part of you deserves to be switched. Now let us try a few little flicks to see if you are still inclined to be mutinous.” So saying, he dashed the end of the slender rod right over Rose’ s left breast, and the penitent, with a shrill squeal of pain, lunged back, clawing the air with her dainty little fingers. For fully ten minutes Mr. Cameron tantalized the unfortunate captive in this way, patting her temptingly firm round breasts with just the ends of the flexible switches, then holding her in dire suspense while he brandished the rod over her panting young bosom before nicking her left or right breast. Her sobs and groans were music to his ears, and his eyes feasted on the frantic evasive twists and wiggles Rose made to get away from the diabolically stinging little flicks.

Now he made a sign, and Maude, casting off her robe, knelt facing him and took out his savagely rampant lance whilst he moved to face the condemned bottom in its snug white drawers. The camisole had been rucked up by Maude and pinned about the victim’ s armpits.

Laying the birch over her plump bottomsummits, he kept Rose in torturing suspense for a long time till at last he drew back his arm and swished the rod right over both huddling buttocks. The tightfitting white drawers, without a crease, seemed like a second skin, which gave him an aesthetic pleasure and enabled him to prolong the flogging without being moved to too quick a reprieve by seeing the angry red stripes which the birch left on a girl’ s bare skin. Rose threw back her head and ground her teeth to keep from crying out, as she did not want Maude to gloat over her martyrdom, and Mr. Cameron, realizing this, determined to make her beg for mercy.

After a dozen slowly inflicted cuts from top to base, Rose was groaning and restlessly shifting herself from side to side. Maude had now begun, at his nod, to fondle his enraged manhood in her soft little hands and now commenced kissing the red, angry tip as he began to lay the birch in diagonal cuts all over poor Rose’ s dancing backside. A dozen more, and the poor girl broke down and tearfully begged, “ Oh, sir, I beg pardon for my naughtiness, but do please spare me any more, it cuts me horribly!”

Maude came forward at his sign to take scissors and snip off Rose’ s drawers; her bottom was furiously streaked and livid here and there, but the skin had not yet been seriously cut. “ I think you can bear a few more good strokes” he commented hoarsely, and Maude knelt back down, this time to take his organ in her ruby- red lips and nuzzle it while he applied five or six quick swishing cuts over the base of Rose’ s bare seat and her upper thighs that drew wild yells of suffering and violent contortions that made her triangle creak with her frenetic lunges. “ Go on!” he gasped to Maude, who, tickling his hairy, well laden sacks of manhood with her fingers and engoring her soft warm mouth with his organ, brought him to the pitch as he sent the rod whistling over Rose’ s bare bottomcheeks with a last half dozen vertical cuts. A cry of joy burst from him as he at last cast aside the rod, and Maude received his copious tribute to Venus in her readied mouth. He declared it was the best flogging he had ever given….