Anonymous - Maude Cameron And Her Guardian

Two nights later, at supper, Rose knocked over the saltcellar, and Maude was quick to call his attention to this clumsiness. “ Take her to the cellar and tie her on the couch,” was his decree. “ No, you shan’ t, it isn’ t fair,” Rose protested indignantly. But Maude and Alice seized the lovely brownette and dragged her down the steps, then removed all of her clothes except a pair of black silk drawers, tying her wrists and ankles with slim cords which were in turn made fast to rings sewn into the couch.

They went back to tell Mr. Cameron the victim was ready for her punishment, and he ordered again, “ Alice, go fetch a bouquet of fresh nettles and wrap their stems in cloth for a handle. You, Maude take the scissors and snip out the crotch of Miss Rose’ s drawers; then you will shave her between her legs and tie her ankles to the pulley ropes overhead so her legs will be hugely straddled and drawn well up in the air. Now hurry!”

Nellie, hearing all this, meekly lowered her eyes and blushed. “ I am happy to see, Nellie, that you don’ t try to override my orders for punishing your rebellious sister.” he jested. “ If you are a very good girl, I may summon you to my bedchamber tonight. Now go to your room and prepare yourself for bed.”

Nellie at once left the table, whilst he savored his glass of port and a cheroot, by the time finishing which Maude had come back to tell him that Rose was prepared for her ordeal and neatly shaven between her yawning, up- tractioned legs.

At last he entered the cellar to find Rose lying on her back on the couch, arms stretched well beyond her head, naked save for her drawers the apex of which had been carefully cut away so that the soft pink lips of her maiden love triangle gaped before him, exposing the mysterious entryway to her Venus hollow, while her plump bottomcheeks were tightly shaped out by the snug black silk drawers. On the floor beside the couch lay the scissors and a pile of soft thick dark silky lovetufts, the result of Maude’ s extirpilatory endeavors.

In a blue porcelain vase on a little tabouret near the couch on which Rose lay, two bouquets of nettles had been placed, as well as a low footstool on which he promptly seated himself. Rose turned scarlet with shame as she saw the virile, handsome man before her, clad only in his dressing gown and slippers and his eyes fixing on the immodestly proffered secret charm of her maiden slit whose plump soft labia poutingly gaped through the cut in her silk drawers, as well as on her now rapidly rising and falling naked bosom.

“ You are still obstinate, are you, Miss Rose?” he remarked as he put on a rubber glove which was in the pocket of his gown, and took up one of the bouquets with their urticating blossoms.” We shall see what a little touching up with freshly cut nettles does for you, my girl.” With this, he tapped the bouquet right over the valley of those two naked loveturrets, and Rose wiggled, twisted her head from side to side and squealed with pain: “ OOooj- ahh- ohh, it burns, it burns!” Whilst she dragged at her bound wrists beyond her head and tried to arch her torso away from the deadly blooms.

Lightly he began to apply tiny little flicks all over her panting naked breasts, while Rose sobbed, groaned, squealed, tried to drag her updrawn straddled legs free of the cords that pinioned her dainty ankles. The deadly nettles left angry swellings and tiny whitish blisters all over those enchanting maiden lovegoblets, and by the time he at last paused, Rose was in-. coherently imploring him to stop and her body shaken by countless convulsive tremors which made her lascivious almost- nakedness that much more inflammatory to the voluptuary.

Casting aside the frayed bouquet, he studied her tearstained, contorted face and demanded, “ I take it you are feeling less rebellious now, Miss Rose?”

“ Oooh- ahh- ohh- ouu- y- yes, Mr. Cameron- oh please do stop now, I can’ t stand any more!”

“ Quite the contrary, you can stand a great deal more if I decide you must bear it. You regret your impertinence to me and my nieces by now?”

“ Oh, yes, yes, please, yes, anything, but do untie me and let me go,” she sobbed.

He reached for the other bouquet of nettles, and gravely considering her lovely, anguished face, resumed: “ To prove your humility, Miss Rose, you are going to beg me please to flick you well between your legs with this new bunch of nettles. Ask me to give you thirty good flicks, then!”

“ Ohh, not so many, in heaven’ s dear name, I shall surely die!”

He brushed her gaping, shorn plump lovelips with the tips of the urticating blooms, and poor Rose raised her head and shouted aloud in her distress, whilst her beautiful bare legs frenziedly shook and contracted and gaped in the most erratic pattern, the pulley aloft creaking from her exertions.

“ Say it! Thirty good flicks, well in between your naked legs! Or I shall double it,” he threatened, again flicking her lightly over the tempting, sensitive maiden spot.

“ Aiii! Ohh ahrrr- ohhh, it hurts, it hurts- oh- please- Mr. C- Cameron, please give me- oh, do have pity, not so many-”

“ Then you prefer sixty, perhaps.” Again he deftly flicked the blooms over the slit in her drawers.

“ Eyahhrr! Ohh no! Oh please, g- give me th- thirty go- good flicks- we- ll in b- between my- my- n- naked- l- legs, ohh- ohh!” she babbled tearfully.

“ Very well, and you shall count them as they come. Get ready for the first, then!” Backing the footstool a little to have better commandeering of her upraised yawning legs, he brandished the bouquet over her virgin spot and then dashed it down against the yawning lovepinks of her maiden quim.

“ Ouu- ahahhrrr- one! Ohh my God, you’ ll kill meeee!” Rose wailed, threshing her legs this way and that and arching up her bosom so tightly that the blotched globes looked as if hewn out of discolored marble.

He kept switching her between the legs for a long time, and Rose interspersed the count with abject tears, cries, pleas and moaning wails as the nettles did their cruelly stinging work in so tender a region.

At last she cried out “ Thirty!” and he cast aside the bouquet. Then he began to untie her, and, meanwhile, when he had let her up, walked over to an oaken chest, opened it and took out a pair of snug white silk drawers which he tossed to her. “ Put these on and get hold of the trapeze bar if you don’ t want me to birch those drawers off of you,” he menaced.

Rose quite forgot her sobs and tears to wriggled into the drawers, which Maude had bought in town to the measurements she had previously taken; they clung so tightly over the lovely brownette’ s bottomcheeks that these rondures were shaped out as if about to burst through the thin material. Rose scrambled over to the bar, reached up and caught hold of it, glancing wildly back over a bare dimpled shoulder as he approached, shuttlecock paddle in hand.

“ I am not going to tie you, Miss Rose, but I am going to smack your bottom.”

“ Ohh, how many must I bear, for pity’ s sake, sir?”

“ Till I tire of smacking, is how many. With white drawers, it gives me the view of an immaculate bottom, so that I can go on smacking for a long time and there are no marks shown,” he cruelly explained. Then, patting her behind, he laid a couple of stinging, noisy smacks over the plump hemispheres, and Rose wriggled and sobbed and squirmed uneasily.

Finally, after about eighteen, she looked back, and striving to control her voice, stammered in a low voice,

“ Sir, I- I am trying to be humble and obedient and take my punishment, but I would entreat you please to go to bed with me and spare me any more whipping.”

He paused, the paddle pressed over the base of both her tightly snugged bottomcheeks, and finally responded, “ I almost would prefer whipping you, but I cannot be so ungallant as to refuse so charming an invitation. Very well, Go bring me that short handled birch in the corner and come to me on the couch.”