Anonymous - Maude Cameron And Her Guardian

“ Do I understand, Miss Medbury, that you are asking me to have you, as a man has a woman?” he paused, laying the thick but flexible birch straight across the broadest part of her violently striped, inflamed bare backside.

“ Oh yes!Please take me! Oh don’t whip me again! Take me, Mr. Cameron! I want you to have me and stop birching meee!” shrilled the auburn- haired captive.

“ Such wantonness almost calls for a far more severe birching. But I shall take pity on you, Miss Medbury, and show you that pleasure with a man is to be preferred with the pallid, secretive joys stolen in the disgraceful bed of two females together,” he unctuously decreed.

With this, standing facing her, an arm round the small of her back, Mr. Cameron prodded her virgin threshold with his rigid spear, and Nancy Medbury, moaning in shame, instinctively wriggled back, only to be met with a solid crack from a battledore paddle Alice had taken up. With a cry, she lunged back to her fate, and Mr. Cameron, thrusting adeptly, felt himself sheathed between her squirming naked legs and breaking through the not overly tight resistance to all bliss. Now, greedily exulting in his conquest of her tight womb, he pressed onward to the last length of his lance, while inarticulate whimpers and groans and sobs escaped the frantic blindfolded victim.

But he steeled himself to make this conquest a long and enormously satisfying one with this mature naked beauty, whose body excited him and whose clenching lovewalls gripped his manrod with a fierce mobility that heightened his pleasure.

Soon, being young and healthy and endowed with an ardent nature, Nancy Medbury began to groan in a way that suggested she was experiencing pleasure in the midst of the burning torment of the birch, and, gripping her inflamed bottomcheeks with both hands, he held on for dear life, as it were, and fulminatingly possessed her.

After he had withdrawn, Alice went to work again with her plume, titillating the ravaged nook till the lovelips pouted and twitched with desire, and then Mr. Cameron, replenished by the sight, returned to the delicious tight vista he had just quitted. And this time, swooning in her bliss, Miss Nancy Medbury eagerly joined with him in wriggling and arching till both of them experienced that indefinable and endless joy without which the lot of man and womankind would be dull indeed upon this terrestrial sphere…

It was strange to see, a week later, Miss Nancy Medbury in the class Maude had formerly taught, the latter being elevated to the group of eighteen and nineteen- year- olds. And was equally strange, that next Friday, to find no fewer than four pupils- including Charlene Davidson and the attractive plump Miss Bell- waiting their doleful turns in line in the gym to be soundly smacked and birched across the dome or over Mr. Cameron’ s lap. And strangest of all was the fact that Miss Medbury herself, clad only in a dressing gown, impatiently awaited Mr. Cameron in the Snuggery after he had whetted his appetites for her ardent and mature charms by smacking or birching some fair young penitent’ s bottom.

It was Nancy Medbury herself who, a month later, whilst lying naked in his arms in his own bedchamber, teasingly proposed to aid him in bringing Miss Alma Davis to the same ignominious and salacious pass as that which she herself had come to.

Needless to say, Mr. Cameron, overjoyed by her ardor and acquiescence, eagerly accepted her offer of assistance in bringing about the downfall of the bespectacled tawny skinned brownette. And the next Thursday evening, Nancy persuaded her older colleague in pedantry and scholastics to help her correct term papers.

Unsuspecting, Alma Davis agreed. At their disposal, Mr. Cameron had placed a luxuriously appointed private room on the second floor of the school, to the opposite end of the gymnasium and just beyond the girls’ dormitory. In robe with camisole beneath, Nancy Medbury regaled the lovely brownette with stories of London, which she had often visited- Miss Davis had visited it but once- and persuaded the young woman to prepare for the night. Alma Davis blushingly retired to the private washroom adjoining and presently emerged in her nightshirt and robe. Nancy thereupon led the conversation to the loveliness of the female body, much to Alma’ s blushing discomfiture, and then proposed that they should compare their charms side by side in the mirror.

Having cast of her few garments, Nancy stood proudly naked, and Alma Davis was overwhelmed with blushes to behold the lusciously curved symmetry of that beautiful body. Timidly she at last removed her own nightshift and robe and stood naked, a magnificent tawny skinned houri with spectacles making her the more piquantly enticing. Her small apple- like breasts with their wide dusky coral aureoles were in breathtaking contrast to the ample, surging hips which comprised two tightly spaced round upstanding hillocks of Callipygian beauty. Nancy exclaimed admiringly, and, moving subtly closer, began to caress Alma’ s bosom and hips, much to the latter’ s horrified confusion. At this moment, Alice, who had been stationed outside and eavesdropped, broke into the room and accused both women of being addicted to Sapphic practises. In vain did poor Alma protest and huddle behind her hastily retrieved robe. Mr. Cameron and Maude now entered, lectured both blushing beauties on their sinfulness, and condemned them to be soundly birched together on the triangle.

Led off to the gym, both naked instructresses were soon tied with arms aloft and thighs straddled hugely, facing each other. And whilst Alice took charge of flogging Nancy’ s creamy backside, Mr. Cameron, choosing a thin whippy cane, patted Alma Davis’ s tawny- sheened behind and bade her get ready for a serious thrashing.

Under Alice’ s light, quick cuts with the rod, Nancy Medbury arched and squirmed herself against her companion’ s loins, while Mr. Cameron, slowly choosing a fresh spot, patted Alma’ s bottom with the cane, then whistled it over the wriggling bottomcheeks, drawing piteous cries and tears in short order. By the time the twelfth cut had left its vivid imprint over the base of that beautiful full bottom, Alma was hysterically beseeching mercy.

“ Shameless hussy, yet you continue to flaunt your sinful ways before Mr. Cameron- look at her, Uncle Charles, see how she tries to relieve herself from the smart of the cane by rubbing against Nancy’ s loins,” Alice pointed out.

The cane swept fiercely over Alma Davis’ left buttock, eliciting a shriek of agony and the babbling admission: “ Aiii! Oh I can’t help myself! Oh Mr. Cameron,untie me and I will do whatever you ask, but only have mercy on me!”

“ If I take you down, you will go to bed with me?” he pursued, patting her bottomsummits with the cane. Alma Davis nodded, bursting into sobs. Untied then, she huddled in his arms as he led her to the leather- padded couch and there compelled her to accept him as her lover.

While she watched, Nancy, breathless, eyes shining, squirmed under Alice’ s teasing cuts with the birch, till Alma Davis expired with bliss in Mr. Cameron’ s arms. And then it was her turn to lie in his arms on the couch, while Alma sobbingly insisting on revenge, made Mr. Cameron accept Nancy atop him so that she, Alma, could birch Nancy’ s bottom, for Mr. Cameron had just whispered to Alma how he had had Nancy help deceive her.

Thus did Charles Cameron pursue his pleasures, and to this date, so far as may be reasonably conjectured, his are the greater, thanks to the cooperation of his two mature instructresses, who having themselves been converted to a passion for voluptuous fustigation, see to it that his wish to watch pupils of all ages and maturity bared and thrashed is carried out.