Anonymous - Maude Cameron And Her Guardian

“ Now then, Miss Medbury,” Mr. Cameron gloatingly announced as he walked around to study her writhing forms, especially noting the thick triangular patch of dark red maidenhair which was visible at the peak of her straddled thighs through the thin sheer fabric, “ you are about to suffer the indignity of having your naked bottom feel the caresses of a birch. You who have refused to place naughty pupils on report, shall now decide for yourself how ameliorative a remedy the birch can be when inflicted on the bottom of so mature a person as yourself. Alice, prepare her!”

“ Gladly, Uncle dear,” cooed Alice, stepping forward, putting her fingers on the neck of the nightie, and with a single violent ripping tug, tearing it off the creamy body stretched on the triangle. A shriek of supreme shame rose at once, and Nancy Medbury made frenzied efforts to clench her thighs together. “Oh God! Not this way! Not all naked in front of a man, oh spare me that at least!” she cried desperately.

“ Since the thought of exposing yourself to a man shames you, where the notion of going to bed with an impressionable young girl obviously did not, Miss Medbury, I shall blindfold you, that you will not behold me as your executioner,” he retorted, and Alice at once bound a black bandanna over Nancy Medbury’ s staring, tear- drowned gray- green eyes.

He stood back to contemplate her magnificent creamy nakedness; her thighs were full and womanly, rising from breathtakingly sleek, round calves, to merge at last into the succulent, ripe, rounded hemispheres of an elastic bottom that intoxicated every flagellatory instinct in his being. A broadly sinuous ambery crevice parted the globes, which by reflexive instinct poor Miss Medbury tried to close by contracting all her muscles in a useless defense.

At his sign, Alice slowly ran her right palm over those huddling, satiny white globes, and Nancy Medbury, believing it was his hand which thus defamed her virtue, broke down and tearfully implored pardon.

“ Not till you have been humbled and well smacked and thrashed, Miss Nancy,” he chuckled. “ First, I am going to prepare your big immodest backside with a sound handsmacking.” At this, he nodded, and Alice, sucking in her breath with anticipatory relish, proceeded to deliver a furious, noisy slap to the right bottom cheek which left a flaming imprint of her slim hand and drew a cry of rage and shame from the mature captive. A second spank equally energetic, left a bright outline on the other globe, and Nancy Medbury, grinding her teeth, lifting up her blindfolded face, jerked madly at her tractioned wrists, whilst Alice, watching her uncle’ s sign, continued a slow, deliberate smacking, counting aloud and keeping up the pretense that her uncle was in fact administering this humiliating juvenile punishment by remarking, between slaps, “ That’ s seven, Uncle! My, what a tender skin Miss Medbury has! What will it be like when the birch starts to fall over it, I wonder?”

A pause after twenty such slaps, while the naked captive groaned and wriggled, and then Mr. Cameron stepped stealthily into Alice’ s place and resumed with a vigorous slap that set both cheeks dancing and jiggling as Nancy Medbury lunged forward with a shrill cry of pain: “ Ohh, stop, you are hurting me, sir!”

“ It must hurt, or the lesson is wasted,” he retorted, adding another slap in the same place that drew an even wilder cry and gyration.

By forty smacks, Nancy Medbury’ s plump firm bottom was a uniformly angry red, and tears of pain as well as supreme mortification were streaming down her face. Alice brought her uncle the birch, and helped him cast off dressing robe and nightshirt, so that he stood naked in slippers. Then, sadistically she brought a long heron’ s plume and, kneeling down between the captive’ s yawning creamy legs, applied the tip to the thickly furred grotto of Miss Nancy Medbury’ s maiden mount.

“ Ohh! What are you doing to me?Oh, Sir, I implore you, whip me if you must, but spare me that shameful and odious touching- ohh no! Dont, oh my God, I shall die of shame!” she shrieked, lunging this way and that to escape the sly twirling and grazing of the plume. Meanwhile, behind her, unbeknownst to her, Mr. Cameron, his organ in a fine state of furious tribute to the luscious nakedness before him, drew back a thick, flexible birch and brought it down with a whistling hiss across the ripest curves of both naked discolored bottomglobes. With a yell of agony, Nancy Medbury jerked forward, and Alice delved the feather deep between the plump soft twitching corals of the instructress’ s lovecore. Desperately jerking back, she offered her inflamed bottom to the birch, which magisterially decorated the lower summits with a thudding cut, and once again the choreography of forward- back, forward- back, was repeated as, timing Miss Medbury’ s convulsive wrigglings and lungings, Mr. Cameron slashed at her burning backside with his birch to force her onto Alice’ s feather.

“ Ohh- ahrr- ahh my God, I cannot endure such torture- oh, stop birching me Mr. Cameron, I beseech you-” Swishh- thuck-“ Ahhaiiiiahrr! Ohh, no more, no more, have pity, I shall surely die-” Swishhthuck- swishthuck-“ Ohh- ahhrr- aiiouuuuuu! Mercy, oh, I will do anything in the world if you’ ll put that dreadful birch down and let me go, sir- ohh, I am torn and bleeding, I am dying, ohh, the pain!”

Swishhthuck- swishthuck-“ You are not dying, and your energetic movements and loud voice amply evidence that fact, Miss Medbury-” Swishhthuck-

“ Eaahrr- ohh, have mercy on me, I’ m only a poor woman, my flesh cannot stand such torture- enough, enough- what must I do to have you stop?”

As he paused, panting with lust from the magnificent sight of her contortions, the flaming, fiery- striped cheeks of her behind in constant mobile play, Alice insidiously began to flick the tip of the plume over the palpitating plump lovecurls of the victim’ s virginal slit, and Nancy Medbury moaned and sobbed, unconsciously squirming from side to side as even in the midst of the intolerable burning of her bottom, certain indefinable sensations began to rise in her maidenly loins.

“ Perhaps you yourself will find the answer,” he roguishly suggested as he patted her plump bottom, and sent a vicious swishing cut across the upper hipslopes.

“ Aaahrr! Ohh God, whatever do you mean? Oh, have pity- you are tearing the skin off my poor behind,” Nancy Medbury wailed as she twisted and lunged this way and that.

“ If I were in your place, Nancy,” whispered Alice, staring up greedily at the jerking bare deep- naveled belly and the flexing cords along Nancy Medbury’ s beautiful velvety- creamy inner thighs, “ I shall beg Mr. Cameron to spare me the birch and go to bed with me instead. I surely would, were I in your situation!”

“Oohh noo!” Nancy Medbury cried out in sobbing horror, but the birch lowered to flick up between her straddled bare legs, and a wild shriek, “ Ohh not there, oh my God in Heaven, not that, pardon, pardon, have mercy!” was wrested from her.

“ Go ahead, Nancy before he gets very wroth with you,” Alice perfidiously suggested, as she quickened her ticklings with the feather, first running the plume along the shivering inner thighs, then boldly attacking the now pouting and suspiciously moist rosy labia of Nancy Medbury’ s virgin center.

“ Oooh- ahh- ohh, don’ t do that, sir- ohh, my God- g- give me time to think- I never have- not even with B- Ben- ohh God, forgive me, but I- Ahrr! Oh not the birch again, oh not on

my poor raw bottom!” Swishhthuck-“ Ohh not there pleeeeease, oh not between my legs, mercy, yes, ahrr, yes, yes, I submit! Mr. Cameron, take me and spare me any more, oh I cannot stand the suffering!” as a pair of cuts danced first over her bottom, then, as the rod lowered to the floor, leaped up between her straining naked thighs to attack the tenderest niche of all.