Anonymous - Maude Cameron And Her Guardian

“ Oh, what- what are you going to do, Mr. Cameron?”

“ I shall give each of your hands a good dozen smacks with this leafcutter, Maude,” he informed her. “ You are not to flinch or move your hand away until the punishment is over, under penalty of a much more serious chastisement. Now, are you ready?”

The young girl’ s cheeks were flaming with virginal blushes, and Charles Cameron felt the fires of desire beginning to ignite within his loins. Her utter femininity in this dishabille and her tremulous voice and plaintive, almost tearful look thoroughly inflamed his virile nature. But he knew precisely how to play the role of authoritative disciplinarian so as to lead this toothsome morsel ultimately to his bed.

Slowly lifting up the leafcutter, he delivered the first smack directly against the soft little palm. Maude uttered a little cry and promptly drew back her hand. “ Put it back at once,” he sternly rebuked her. “ Just for that, the first smack will not count at all, and you still have your dozen to endure. That’ s it- spread the fingers widely now. If it hurts, Maude, you have only to remind yourself that you should have known better than to flout the one rule which I set forth upon your entering my household. Now then, are you ready?”

His golden- haired ward nodded, her dilated eyes humid with unshed tears, and he observed how her little hand trembled when she held it out to him, palm upward. The first stroke of the metal leafcutter had left a bright outline of its stingy kiss on that tender, soft flesh. His face impassive, he raised the implement again then delivered a crisp smack. Maude’ s rosy lips formed a delicious O of pain, and she grimaced and flexed her fingers, but this time she did not dare to take the offending hand away.

“ That is one. And now you have eleven left.”

“ It stings so, Mr. Cameron. I really can’ t bear very much pain. And I am truly sorry I was so naughty. Won’ t you forgive me?” she archly inquired, stealing up a look at him from under those long, thick lashes in the most beguiling way.

“ You shall not be forgiven until you have had the punishment I have set for your naughtiness, my girl,” was his inflexible reply as he brought the leafcutter down even harder this time. A plaintive little squeal announced the stinging impact of the metal instrument on the tender young flesh, and this time Maude partly drew her hand back.

“ That is two! Remember, if you draw your hand away, the stroke will not count. So if you wish to terminate your punishment quickly, you had best make up your mind to be brave and endure it,” he warned her.

Typically, Charles Cameron prolonged the intervals between the stinging smacks of the metal leafcutter so as to enervate the lovely golden haired victim. By the tenth, Maude snatched away her left hand and burst into tears, imploring him to spare her any more. “ You shall have your just due, Maude,” he chided her, “ and since you drew your hand away, the count is only nine, with three left for that naughty little hand. Put it right back out again, if you please!” She gave him an imploring look from under those beguiling lashes, which he noted glinted with pearly tears, and the quickened rise and fall of he magnificent young bosom added to his mounting excitement in believing himself to be in full possession of this mouthwateringly enticing young creature.

Reluctantly, Maude put out her left hand and with fingers trembling and piteously trying to dose, but he took hold of her wrist with his own left hand and ordered her to stretch out her fingers and spread them as before, while he resumed the inexorable, slowly spaced, stinging cuts of the implement until the full dozen was meted out.

“ Now you may have a respite for a moment, my dear, and then it will be the turn of your other hand.”

Maude hastily drew her reddened, smarting hand behind her back and surreptitiously rubbed it against her rounded hip in an effort to allay the exacerbating throbbing heat which the smacking had engendered. He took full advantage of this pause to appraise her tearful and yet totally submissive attitude, which embellished her tempting loveliness to an almost intolerable quality as regards his own eager wish to savor the pleasure of having a young defenseless girl at his mercy alone in this rustic setting. Presently he sternly ordered her to put out her right hand, and when the young girl stammered a plea for mercy, he moved beside her, quickly loosened her robe, and compelled her to draw her right arm out of it, thus exposing her in her thin lawn nightgown. His eyes blazed with ill- concealed joy at the delineation of her plentifully endowed forms, and the rondure of her firm young breasts excited him enormously. Maude uttered a startled gasp, her cheeks burning with maidenly modesty at this partial disrobing.

“ Oh! I am- I am so ashamed, Mr. C- Cameron,” she quavered, rolling her eyes and quivering with enervation.

“ Then you would have done well to have reflected on your naughtiness before committing it, my girl,” was his straightforward retort. “ Now put out your right palm in the same way for the dozen which will be meted out to the offender!”

So saying, he took hold of her right elbow with his left hand, so that they were standing close together, and obliged her to extend her hand in the air with the fingers spread and straight. Then slowly he lifted up the leafcutter and applied a wicked cut. Maude squealed with pain and tried to snatch her hand away, her bosom heaving violently. “ That hurts so!”

“ The leafcutter does make a noisy sound, doesn’ t it?” he capriciously enquired.

“ Oh dear,” Maude complained. “ It isn’ t the sound- it’ s the feel of it that’ s so awful. Please won’ t you forgive me now and let me off any more.”

The smell of her hair and of her young virginal flesh augmented Charles Cameron’ s ardor. “ I shall not let you off for your naughtiness,” he replied, “ because that would be to condone it and to encourage you further in your rebelliousness against my role as your guardian. No, you must learn from the very start, Maude, that I mean to be obeyed in everything.”

He gave her a significant look and the golden haired young girl again lowered her eyes, the blushes flooding from her cheeks down to her throat and forehead. He was certain that despite her youth, his young ward was far from being so innocent as she pretended, and the evidence of her choice of literature for nocturnal and clandestine reading seemed to confirm this.

His fingers glided along from her elbow to her wrist until he had firm hold of that slender and gracefully molded limb, and his eyes fixed on the agitated upheaval of her round young breasts through the thin stuff of her nightgown as he slowly raised the leafcutter and delivered another smack. Maude squirmed against him, and the contact of their bodies added fuel to the fire. But as a connoisseur and a voluptuary, Charles Cameron was a master of self- control and knew precisely the route along which he intended to lead this charming captive until she would at last succumb to his carnal urges.

“ Keep your hand well out,” he coldly declared as he applied still another smack. A piteous little cry announced the smarting sting of that noisy impact of metal against tender girl- flesh, and Maude clenched her hand and looked imploringly at him as she sobbed, “ I will be very good and promise never to disobey you again if you will only stop. My hand is so sore already, and I don’ t think I can bear the full dozen.”

“ But you must. Now open your hand at once or I shall double the count. Or perhaps you would prefer a good smack somewhere else, such as here?” he rejoined, and to her consternation, turning slightly towards her, applied the springy surface of the leafcutter just over the top of her beautifully rounded left breast. Maude uttered a shrill squeal of pain and grabbed for the wounded place with her swollen left hand, staring at him incredulously as if she could not believe the evidence of her senses in his audacity in inflicting pain in so intimate a region of her person. “ Oh, not there, for Heaven’ s sake, Mr. Cameron. It is awful there!”