Anonymous - A Man With A Maid II

I now went behind the redhead to observe Marion’s handiwork The very first two cuts of that slim, whippy rod had left angry, bright pink streaks across both Kay’s quivering, clenching buttocks; and the vivid, lascivious sight of these stigmata on that wonderfully milky-pale skin of hers was absolutely devastating to my carnal instincts. Her back was deeply hollowed and her shoulders slim and graceful, while the suppleness of her limbs and muscles thoroughly entranced me. If Marion had not been present, I fear I should have deferred Kay’s birching for a most gratifying interlude which had as its aim the determination of her virginity, of which state I had, needless to say, no present knowledge.

“Excellent, my dear,” I approved, “but take care not to hurry the cuts and to keep this naughty minx waiting in suspense for each. The proper effect of a good birching is to augment from moment to moment the burning sting of the cut just inflicted, so that the naughty culprit will feel even more apprehensive over the one to follow. And remember my injunction that the underpart of her big bottom is likely to be far more sensitive than the upper region.”

“Oh, you hateful, shameless ruffian,” Kay tearfully sobbed, as she turned her head back over shoulder to regard me, “you go beyond propriety and decency in this! Oh, I will make you pay for the outrage to my person and to my modesty-I will-Owww!”

In the midst of her tirade, I had made a gesture to Marion, who had promptly regaled the red-haired baggage with a brisk slash just over the base of both flinching nether globes. Taken by surprise, Kay lunged forward with a wild cry of pain, and the play of her muscles and the jerking of her thighs, together with the contractions of her buttocks, blended together into the most sensual choreography in all the world.

“Now that was excellently done, Marion, And she has just demonstrated the truth of what I advised. Concentrate on the lower curves of that impertinent posterior, and you will be amazed in the transformation in this unruly creature!” I remarked.

I could tell that Marion was entering into the spirit of the game, and with bosom heaving and eyes sparkling, she planted herself like a veteran flagellatress, turned somewhat sideways and at Kay’s left, whilst she now patted her maid’s shrinking, naked seat with the swishy, long, supple rod as if to intimate where the next stroke would be applied. Kay caught her breath and groaned, steeling herself, whereupon Marion drew back her arm and lunged it forward with full strength. The twigs whisked around to the right, towards the victim’s groin, and Kay again shouted in anguish under that slashing cut. Her skin was quite well marked by now, and it was most sensitive and delicate, I saw.

“Oh, how delicious this is-to be able to punish her as she deserves, the spiteful jade,” Marion murmured to me as she sent me a humid look of happy gratitude. Then, glancing down at my person, she blushingly whispered, “And you, sir, have a rod in store for my maid, I see, instead of for me!”

What boundless delight these words inspired in me, dear reader, you may well imagine! I could not have dreamed of so perfect a conversion as I had made in this so-apt pupil in fucking and flogging, for look you, she had, in one bound and in that single phrase, told me she would permit me to enjoy the charms of her maid as well as herself.

“But you will always have first preference,” I murmured back ingratiatingly.

With a soft laugh, Marion swept another whistling cut, this time across the tops of Kay’s straddled thighs, the switches licking greedily at the pale, soft skin just above the flouncy, white satin-elastic rosette garters which held her stockings in place on her long, lovely legs.

“Aiii! Oh, for God’s sake, will you stop now?” Kay cried in a strident voice. “It is brutal, it is cowardly, to beat a helpless, decent girl like this and to have a man stand by and gloat over her shameful nakedness.”

“You should have thought of that before you gave yourself such airs, my girl,” Marion sanctimoniously responded, and inflicted yet another whistling cut of the flexible rod, this time biting home across the upper summits of Kay’s shuddering, naked bottomcheeks and drawing a hoarse, sobbing cry of “Oh, for God’s sake, have mercy. You’re cutting me to pieces. Stop, I pray you, stop!”

Marion paused now, exhilarated by this fascinating new sport, finding it no doubt a joyous change to wield the rod instead of herself being the wielder’s victim. Then, stepping back a pace or two to give herself more room, she swept the birch from right to left, and holding it at about the level of her own hip, swished it venomously across the tops of Kay’s naked behind. Again the tethered captive lunged forward, her thighs shuddering and trying to clench, and her cry was piercing in its intensity:

“Eeeeooowwww!! For Lord’s sake, sir, make her stop now, that’s quite enough now! Oh dear, I know I’m bleeding!”

“You are prone to exaggeration as well as to insolence, my girl,’’ I mockingly observed, “for the skin is nowhere broken, and judging by your mistress’s surprising skill on her very first essay, I should judge that your naughty backside can stand a good many more such vigorous cuts before there is the slightest tear in your impudent skin. You are, I believe, so calloused morally and temperamentally as to have the same imperviousness to pain as you do the infiltration of humility and proper manners in a domestic!”

Marion huskily laughed with delight at this sarcastic little speech, and as I finished it, she loosed yet another stroke of the birch full over the ripest curves of her maid’s squirming and writhing bottomcheeks, eliciting another piteous wail and a frantic lunging from side to side, till the rope-pulleys creaked in protest.

“Perhaps,” Marion declared, “this will help teach you not to go about carrying tales of my private affairs, my girl!”

And with this, she administered still another whisking slash of the birch just where the base of Kay’s voluptuous naked behind merged into the ripe, jouncy contours of the summits.

“Aiiii! Ohh Lord, oh dear, oh sir, sir, for God’s sake get her to stop before she kills me, I can’t endure such torture, truly I can’t!” And again Kay turned her tearstained face back over her shoulder as she sought a reprieve from me for this exemplary chastisement.

“Will you stop that caterwauling, my girl, before I really give you something to squeal about?” Marion angrily demanded, “I have hardly begun to chastise you as you deserve, you spiteful, tale-bearing baggage!”

“Oh dear heaven, did you hear that, sir? She won’t be content until she has killed me. Oh, do make her stop, I implore you!” Kay sobbingly pleaded, her eyes very big and blurred with tears, as once again she turned her head to appeal to me for mercy.

“I will say only that when next you bare your tail, you had best not antagonize your mistress as you have so injudiciously done already,” I could not resist from punning. Then, to Marion, I urged, “But pray continue, my dear sister-in-law to be, for I begin to perceive you are making some headway at last, for she is beginning to feel the cuts.”

“I would say it was more a case of ‘tailway’.” To my great delight Marion showed herself to be as deft a punster, thereby indicating her evident relish for this exquisite little game, as again she patted her maid’s naked, well-streaked posterior with the swishiest rod.

“Oh, how can you be so wickedly inhuman and merciless, sir, to let a poor, helpless girl suffer like this?” Kay sobbingly asked, and her body lunged forward again, bending like a bow, to escape the dire inclinations of the rod. “I only wish it was she who was getting this instead of me, for she’d be begging off from the very first cut and-aaarrrhhhh! Ohh, mercy, mercy, you’re tearing me to shreds. Oh, do have mercy and stop now, for Lord’s sake!”