Anonymous - A Man with a Maid IV

Another two or three flicks followed over the same area, and finally Molly Bashe sobbingly exclaimed, “Ohh, ahh, I can’t bear any more of this, I truly can’t! What must I do to have you stop, oh tell me, tell me, for I cannot stand this awful pain!”

“Your memory is failing you, my dear Miss Molly. But I will indulge you for this once alone. You must beg me humbly to take down your drawers and proceed with your real punishment, which will be the smacking of your big naked bottom!” was my answer.

“Oh heavens, how bestial, how depraved!” Julia Denton cried from the chair of treachery, and once again futilely struggled against its catches. “Must a decent and well bred young woman be subjected to such odious and barbarous treatment? Must I be forced to watch while you wreak your disgusting sensuality on my poor helpless friend?”

I glanced at Molly Bashe, and her humid and dilated eyes seemed to flash me a message. “Why, no, Miss Denton,” I slowly remarked. “I shall be inclined to spare your friend on the condition that she aids me in letting you expiate your own naughtiness. I will not brook lightly those insults you have been flinging at me ever since we entered this room.”

“Ohhhh!!!” Words cannot describe the disbelief in Julia Denton’s voice, nor even begin to picture the mingled play of emotions on her lovely, haughty and supercilious features.

I turned back to the half-naked brunette, and again gripping her left breast with my left hand, I applied three stinging cracks with the head of the envelope cutter right over her darkened, stiffened nipple. When her wails and cries and lungings had subsided, I demanded, “Are you ready now to mitigate your punishment by aiding me with your overbearingly arrogant friend, Miss Molly, or shall I continue for a little while longer? Perhaps a bouquet of freshly cut nettles flicked against your bosom will give you pause to think.” And with this I pretended to walk back to my desk, though I actually had no such a bouquet ready. Nettles leave ugly blisters, and while they produce a sensual heat which often leads the sufferer to exchange it for a different and more pleasing kind of lustful heat, by which I mean fucking, I am too fastidious to leave permanent marks on the lovely flesh of my partners in these diverting amorous games.

Nonetheless, my false maneuver convinced Molly Bashe that I meant to carry out the threat and she screamed, “Oh don’t do that! I’ll do whatever you want, I swear I will, only spare me and I’ll do anything you say!”

“Take care, Miss Molly,” I teased, “you have just given me such a carte blanche as would abandon all the chaste principles with which your mother must have tried to imbue you. However, I will take your avowal in its immediate sense, which is to say that you are to help me with Miss Denton!”

So saying, I crouched down and untied her right ankle, and then loosened the wrist ropes, and Molly Bashe gasped and at once covered her panting and well splotched bosom with her arms, her eyes very bright and shining and wide. There was no doubt that she was becoming as erotically excited as I myself, and I meant to make of her an ally in the progressive stripping and smacking of delectable Miss Julia Denton.

“Very well,” I said sternly to the quailing half-naked brunette, “you will now keep your promise to me, or back you will go for a good deal more smacking on your bosom, and this time it will be with the nettles which I promised. Come help me fix Miss Denton’s wrists in this other set of ropes.”

“Oh no! Don’t you dare! you horrible man, I won’t let you! Molly, Molly, how can you help him? Oh, I see it all now, the two of you have conspired against me-you’ll pay for this, both of you! Let me go-help! Oh help me someone! What are you going to do to me-oh no-don’t tie me-stop-oh Molly, Molly, I thought you were my friend! Oh heavens, it’s vile of you both!”

Miss Julia Denton wailed and fought like a tigress, but I had interjected to Molly that if she dared let her companion go, her bottom as well as her bosom would pay dearly for it. I think too she was frantically eager to see the haughty beauty bound and stripped and smacked, and she went to it with a will. In a few moments, the two of us had dragged the fuming and angrily protesting Julia Denton under a companion pair of ropes very close to those which had imprisoned Molly Bashe’s slender wrists, and soon the fair beauty found herself standing on tiptoe with her arms dragged high above her head, ready for any advances which I cared to make.

“Now then, Miss Molly,” I said hoarsely, for you can imagine how furiously stirred I was by now after all that had taken place, “if you wish to escape the punishment I planned for you, you yourself are going to undress your friend down to her drawers and hose and shoes just as you yourself are now. Failing that, you shall go back to the ropes, and I myself will take down your drawers and the nettles will find whether your bottom is as tender as your bosom!”

“Oh no. No, I’ll do what you want, Mr. Jack,” Molly Bashe cried as she fairly rushed upon the horrified Julia Denton and, seizing the shears which I had laid down on the little tabouret, began to snip away at the shoulders and the arms till the pretty frock fell about her horrified companion’s ankles!

I must confess that I was wild with impatience to see Miss Julia Denton stripped naked and to enjoy her virginal charms to the fullest of my erotic capacities. There was that about her which exacerbated my lustful senses to the extreme: her slim haughtiness, the insolent ripeness of her small mouth, the very obviously elegant rondures of her bosom and bottom which her garments presently concealed, and the knowledge that she had been betrothed and then jilted gave me to guess that even though she was technically a virgin, she would not be disinclined to amorous dalliance… the more so as Molly Bashe had already thrillingly assured me in private that her companion was secretly longing to be coerced into a total surrender of her fair person.

No pasha who ever boasted of his seraglio could wish for a more exquisitely imaginative tableau than that which I now had before me.

Here was the delightful Molly Bashe, clad only in her drawers, hose and shoes, acting as my executioner’s aide whilst her dearest friend Miss Julia Denton wriggled and twisted frantically with her wrists drawn high above her head and her body stretched till she was compelled to stand on tiptoe. And by now, since the brown-haired beauty was reduced to chemise and drawers and hose and shoes, the very next removal of these paltry shielding garments would display to my enraptured eyes the sweet succulence of her tempting intimate charms!

Molly Bashe had played her role with an ardor and a realism that even the devotees of Sardou and Zola could assuredly not have found fault with. And I think she had even convinced her friend that here she was, pitiably and shamefully reduced to half nakedness before me, and now compelled under grievous penalties to execute all my orders concerning Miss Julia Denton.

“I think,” I now commanded, “that we shall have the chemise off. I am curious to know whether Miss Denton’s drawers are as pretty as yours and as coquettishly flounced with lace.”

“Oh no! My Lord, no , Molly!” Julia Denton cried as she tilted back her head and stared up at her bound wrists and then frantically tried to yank them loose. “You shan’t undress me naked before this horrible beast, you shan’t, you shan’t! Oh, I thought you were my trusted, dear friend-and now you serve me so!”

“Do not misunderstand me, Miss Denton,” I interposed in a grave voice, “you must not hold Miss Molly guilty of such reprehensible actions, since she is but the instrument at my command. She knows that I have a serious score to settle with her, and she is trying to mitigate her punishment by prompt obedience to my orders. But as for you, my girl, your naughty rebelliousness and defiance of me, and worst of all your insults, which you still continue to express so volubly and loudly, cannot go longer unpunished. The chemise at once, Molly, or I shall have your drawers off and you shall feel a good birch on your naked bottom!”