Anonymous - Augustus and Lady Maude

The second stroke was aimed short so that the tip of the lash tickled her between her rear cheeks. How Noreen shrilled at the searing kiss of skinning leather between her sturdy young bottom-cheeks! The gaoler's eyes shone with anticipation and he caught her between them again with his next stroke. Then he aimed across the cheeks but the smart of the snakeskin was so atrocious that Noreen's bum retorted most rudely before she could contain herself. Mr. Snook smiled and caught the gaze of her wild eyes. That was deliberately done to halt the tanning, Mr. Turnkey! Teach the fat-bottomed trollop a lesson in manners, if you please!' The front of the gaoler's breeches bulged as if they had suddenly become too small for him. Noreen yelled a frantic protest as he let her feel the cool leather dangling between her rear globes while he took his aim. Six times the pony-lash kissed Noreen agonisingly between her bottom-cheeks, skinning her finely.

How wise are the new laws which confine the tanning of such girls to private reformatories. Noreen was punished in ways best not displayed to untutored eyes. The intensity of her screams thrilled the justices with strange exhilaration. In her frenzy Noreen tried to trap the streaking lash by clenching her rear cheeks upon it to detain it!

She released it at once with wild soprano shrillness. By clenching her bottom-cheeks on the speeding leather, Noreen skinned her arse-crack even more closely than the gaoler would have dared to do deliberately!

The snaking lash smacked across Noreen's bottom again… and again… two more wine-red droplets running down her rear cheeks… an ear-stunning impact of the pony-whip across the lower fatness of Noreen's bottom-cheeks… Noreen gulping and writhing over the hurdle-bar… perfectly positioned for more whip… the lash aimed between her rear cheeks again… across the cheeks… between the cheeks… between the cheeks across the cheeks… the vault ringing with Noreen's frenzy a moment's pause… “Get your bottom right over the bar, Noreen!” the gaoler said quietly. “I'm not nearly satisfied with the state of your backside yet.” He changed the pony-lash for the slim tapering switch of polished leather. Even during the pause Noreen could not control her writhing. Her strapping young bottom smarted too keenly and the panic was swelling in her belly. The gaoler eagerly watched the seductive rounding of her thrashed backside. A sadistic whip-stroke across the lower fatness of Noreen's bare buttocks ended the pause… another lashed the same soft undercurve… Noreen kicked and shrieked… the whip aslant her arse to tame her… another slanting cut… the whip across the rear of her thighs… a sizzling smack across the fullest curve of Noreen's bum-cheeks… two cuts high up across the rear of her thighs… ruby beads running down to the backs of her knees… the whip low across Noreen's bottom… again… red-petalled droplets on the flagstones… the state of Noreen's bottom stiffening every magistrate… the whip across her thighs… across her bum-cheeks… her backside again… across her thighs… her bottom… her thighs… an ear splitting whip-smack across Noreen's bottom… thighs… Noreen's bottom…

Noreen's bottom… Noreen's bottom… Even the eyes of the watching ladies sparkled with excitement when they saw that during the torment of the final thrashing Noreen's strong young teeth had bitten right through the thick rubber bit in her mouth! When it was over, the strapping young mounds of her bare backside were the colour of red fire. The two stable-boys had the enjoyable task of smearing the cheeks of Noreen's arse with heavily salted kitchen fat to prolong the scorching smart. Her nineteen-year-old buttocks blazed raw and sleek with grease and-it must be admitted-splashes and blobs of youthful lust trickled down Noreen's bottom-cheeks. In a day or two, Lady Maude confided to her close friends her great satisfaction at the effect this display of prison discipline had had upon Lord Augustus.

He now saw Noreen for what she was and at last understood what the proper conduct of society required of him. To adore the broad-cheeked swell of Noreen's arse in tight denim as she knelt to her labours, was one thing. But one does not select the future lady of the manor by the width of her hind-quarters! Lady Maude guessed-and in this she was right-that the sight of Noreen behaving with all her natural vulgarity under the gaoler's lash would cure her cousin's infatuation.

He had seen the young strumpet thrashed. He had heard Noreen fart under the whip. He had seen the saucy twist of paper protruding in a quite lascivious manner. After that he was safe. Noreen could never be his bride now-the lady of the manor. His lordship knew it.

All the magistrates of the county had witnessed Noreen farting under the gaoler's whip. Ladies of the manor never fart at all-or at least are never known to. Noreen had presented a lewd display between her strapping young bottom-cheeks. It may be allowed that ladies of the manor have bottom-cheeks but they certainly have nothing between them.

A true English lady endeavours not to have a bottom of any kind- in short not to exist below the waist. Worst of all, Noreen had been made to show her cunt to the justices of the county. A gentleman cannot take to wife a girl whose cunt-anatomy had been inspected by every person of quality in the county! In truth, Lord Augustus woke in the nick of time from his trance. He saw that Noreen was a fat-arsed young tart a strapping young trollop, a vulgar bitch, an insolent young whore-in short all those things which Lady Maude had vainly assured him of from the first. How clearly one sees, then, that our nation's system of justice and prison discipline-for all its occasional little faults-is the friend of order and decency in our established society. Noreen spent a night screaming under the whip.

How small a price to pay for preserving the good name and honest blood of one of our noblest families which she might otherwise have ruined!

Lord Augustus recovered his spirits with great speed and his progress has been heart-warming. He attended a reformatory and watched a cheeky little imp of fourteen, Sally Fenton, caned three times on her bare bottom in one afternoon. He might have intervened on her behalf but he never did. Several foreign girls were brought there for crimes committed in England. Among them was the young Austrian slut, Elke Mahne, with her high-boned face, sly hazel eyes, and short bell-shape of straight brown hair. The soft ripe cheeks of Elke Mahne's sixteen-year-old bottom in tight denim moved Lord Augustus as they should. Before she was tanned, he visited her room. Though I cannot swear that he ravished Elke, she looked very sorry for herself when the gaoler bent her over the hurdles. The vaseline on the table by her bed had certainly been used and the red prints of his lordship's cane were visible on the full young cheeks of Elke Mahne's bottom, even before the gaoler dealt with her. So ardently did his lordship wish to reform the girl that he went to her room a good two hours before each of her public disciplines. The prints of his bamboo across Elke Mahne's backside were much admired. All this was a marked improvement in the young gentleman but it was only a beginning.

Next a bride of eighteen was got for him, Lady Nerissa Gray, a charming girl of good family and education. It was not supposed that he would grow cold to the vulgar provocation of such working-girls as Julie or Maggie. Since he could not marry them, he might now enjoy them at will! The friends of this happy couple did all in their power to aid their life together and were gratified to see that marriage to an estimable young lady had brought Lord Augustus to his senses at last. He lost nothing by doing his duty as society demanded.

Lady Nerissa was his companion of bed and board. Her passion conceived quickly. In two years the line of descent in one of England's most noble families was secured by the birth of two vigorous male infants.