Anonymous - Augustus and Lady Maude

He's cut your bottom twice with the riding-switch, Noreen!… Was it old Bowler who poked the paper up into your backside, Noreen? I bet it makes the old magistrates randy to see you like that! They enjoy making you look like a rude girl!… Open your legs and show us between them… Bend over tightly so that the whip cuts your bottom, Noreen! You'll be a pretty sight when they finish with you… I hope they leave you alone with us, Noreen!” The switch smacked peremptorily across Noreen's bottom. Her fattened young backside writhed and surged on the bar. One did not blame a gaoler's severity, seeing the sight the girl offered. Noreen's buttocks were interlaced by plum-coloured weals, which naturally made the gaoler want to be truly sadistic with her. When a well-built and insolent girl of nineteen like Noreen shows such brand-marks of the whip across her bare arse, no true moralist takes pity on her. The sight of the whip's weals across her bottom-cheeks show him how badly she needs to be corrected and the sight of Noreen's bum-cheeks in such a state would be bound to put certain cruel ideas into his mind. To have Noreen's bottom-cheeks smarting so untouchably from the whip and then to have the chance of thrashing her hard in such a responsive state would be an excitement for many men and even some women! One also excuses the gaoler's severity because Noreen, now arse-upwards over the hurdle-bar, was writhing her thrashed bottom in anguish, a twisting and surging which might almost have been an erotic dance. This display she offered would have been seductively lascivious even if performed before her bridegroom on her honeymoon night to entice him to bed.

Indeed, though her boyfriend was obliged to express indignation at the sentence of reformatory detention passed upon her, he would secretly have loved to see her arse bucking and squirming under the gaoler's whip. A young tart like Noreen is not of the kind to whom a man swears his life. Private information assures me that her boyfriend bribed the stable-boys for details of the whipping. He paid several guineas for photographs of the scene taken after the thrashing had been in progress for more than an hour. Several were of Noreen's defiant young face, the brown eyes under the level fringe of her dark hair brimming with tears and her mouth distended in a frantic scream. Others were full-plate camera studies of the bare cheeks of Noreen's bottom, tapestried by welts of the pony-whip and with a dozen wine-red trickles down them from her cuts. So roused was he that he had to use the stable-lads' remedy at once. Later he assured Mr. Bowler that he would make no more objection to the sentence of eighteen months which Noreen was to serve. Indeed, he made a private complaint against her so that she might be held for twelve months more! Such moral resolve is always rewarded here. The young man was apprenticed to a gaoler in another county, for it was thought better to part him from Noreen for good. Meanwhile, the gaoler who dealt with Noreen that night was unbearably tantalised by glimpses of her cunt and views between her bottom-cheeks as she writhed. He thrashed the supple riding-switch aslant her buttocks and saw her jam one knee into the back of the other as she tried desperately to contain the agony. The whip smacked her bum-cheeks again and the young whore actually dared to try and kick out at him with her strong bare legs! 'Punish her well for that, Mr. Gaoler!' said Mr. Bowler. 'See that you whip the young slut's legs as well as her backside!' So the flashing leather of the supple switch smacked savagely across the broad rounding cheeks of Noreen's bare bottom again… and again… a slash of the whip high up on the rear of her thighs..-. again… the whip across the backs of her knees… again… and again… the whip high across the rear of her thighs… across the backs of her knees again… and again… her thighs again… and again… a smack of the riding-switch across Noreen's bottom… across her thighs… thighs… thighs… bottom… Noreen screaming wildly… her dark lank hair breaking from its short pony-tail and flying this way and that… a cruel cut of the whip across the lower fatness of Noreen's bottom-cheeks… another across that fetter curve of her buttocks…

Noreen screaming and kicking madly with her bare legs… a cut with the whip aslant the surging mounds of Noreen's arse… another slanting cut… two ruby trickles down Noreen's thrashed buttocks and a score of wine-red smudges… Though Noreen is a sturdy young wench, it was not surprising that one of the stable-lads had to apply the smelling-salts to her nostrils from time to time. He did this with smiles and randy whispers to her. Though he had to pull up his cotton pants as he came forward, he directed Noreen's frantic gaze to the bulge at the front of his briefs, pressing her lips to the hardness and the wet patch on the material itself. The gaoler discarded the switch and chose the pony-lash with its short tail of woven snakeskin. Such alarm in Noreen's eyes as she saw over her shoulder what he was preparing to do to her! But his voice was firm and decided. “Bend right over, Noreen! Better than that! I want to see those strong young thighs filled out a little and those strapping young bottom-cheeks stretched hard for discipline! Show us a big-bottomed view, Noreen! Your complete rear view this time!”

She writhed in her straps, protesting and fearful in her anticipation. Fortunately the gaoler could enforce obedience by lowering the front hurdle-bar further. This made Noreen bend over until the level fringe of her dark hair almost brushed her knees. To ease the strain on her rear thigh-muscles, she was also obliged to stand astride a little. What a sight she offered! Noreen was looking back at an upside-down view of the vault behind her through the narrow arch of her own bare thighs! The justices and their ladies had an excellent view between her legs. Noreen also displayed that lewd little flag of paper which peeped from her bum in such a provocative manner. The gaoler smiled at this and murmured a command which made Noreen gasp with shock. He smiled again. “Very well, Noreen. Then the lash must pluck it out.” Noreen's sturdy buttocks tightened with instinctive terror at this. For the moment, her insolence and contempt towards him faltered. What followed was certainly not a ladylike display. Yet such things are permitted when dealing with a girl like Noreen in the complete privacy of reformatory discipline.

The gaoler laid his hand on the bare pallor of her hip-flank and made Noreen turn her broadened young backside more fully towards the onlookers. He pressed a rim of china high against the rear of her thighs. The stable lads' fists went like pistons and the magistrates were visibly excited at the lengths to which the gaoler would go with Noreen. The young ladies of fashion watched with exceptional eagerness, eyes sparkling in gleeful expectation. The gaoler stroked Noreen through the rear of her legs. He reminded her to show her insolent young face to the magistrates while she obeyed. There was indignation in the slant of her brown eyes but even this young strumpet almost blushed at what she was obliged to do. We watched her bare bottom intently as Noreen bent over tightly before us. She let out a long breath and her young belly tensed with effort. It seemed that Noreen swelled her bum-cheeks out more fully. The saucy little tail of paper moved. The tight tear dimple expanded, the little wad appeared. Noreen expelled it with great caution so that it emerged slowly and at last fell upon the porcelain. The gaoler placed it on the table, next to Noreen's knickers. I could scarcely believe that this trophy was also destined for the collection of senile old Justice Snook who treasures such mementoes of young women under discipline.

The usual rubber wedge between her teeth protected them in the frenzy of the final tanning. At the first crack of the pony-lash across her nineteen-year-old bottom the very stones of the vault sang.