Anonymous - A Man With A Maid II

Her sobbing declaration was suddenly cut off as Marion slashed the birch with a quick and brisk maneuver which licked round Kay’s satiny right hip and on towards the most intimate part of all her body.

“I should not deafen other people with such braying sounds,” Marion sarcastically retorted, and, growing more vehement by the moment as she found sensual excitement in her sport, administered a backhanded cut of the rod from left to right which sent the twigs whistling over the top of Kay’s left hip whilst the solid portion of the switches made stinging impact against the top of the minx’s left buttock and leaped across to visit the other cheek with an equally ardent salutation.

“Owww! Oh dear, oh, I shall faint, I am beside myself with pain. Oh, sir, what must I do to have you beg me off? Oh dear lord, such torture for a poor, helpless girl. It is unjust and cruel indeed,” Kay lamented. Her head lifted and then bowed, she dragged on her wrist-ropes incessantly, and her now vividly striped naked backside jerked and weaved and twisted and squirmed, presenting my enchanted eyes with a most voluptuous vision in the famous and infallibly prick-hardening “dance of the rod.”

“Are you ready to apologize for all your nastiness, my girl?” her mistress queried To hasten Kay’s reply, she vengefully cut away at the base of her naked bottom with a whistling, swishing stroke.

“Eeeowww!! Oh, yes! Oh, please, ma’am, do have mercy. I’m sorry if I angered you, truly I am. Oh, won’t you stop now before you kill me?”

“And do you promise never, never again to make such a show of insolence and overbearing impudence when you accompany me to Mr. Jack’s apartment or anywhere else I choose to go?” Marion persisted, and this query too she punctuated with a slash of the rod that fairly danced off Kay’s bare, jouncy bottom, this in diagonal fashion to bridge the quaking, flinching nether hemispheres and to leave a bright, angry weal on the fine, creamy skin already so piteously marred by stripes and darkening little splotches where the harsher knots at certain sections of the withes had made pitiless impact with that fair flesh.

“Ahhhrrrr! Oh, truly I will, truly I’ll know my place, I swear it, ma’am, only do stop, I can’t bear any more-oh, I can’t, I can’t! Oh, Mr. Jack, do make her stop now-I’ll be good-I won’t give offense ever again, you may be sure of it, sir!”

“I rather think she has had her due from you, my dear Marion,” I now interceded, “and besides, my dear, you are out of breath and very flushed. Do you sit down in that convenient chair and rest yourself a bit.”

Marion handed me the rod with a long, panting sigh of pleasure, and judging from the humid glow in her dark blue eyes and the quivering of her moist red lips, as well as the heaving of her superb bosom, she had quite enjoyed herself as a practitioner of the rod.

“Are you going to let her down now, Jack dear?” she asked as she seated herself in the chair which had been pulled up to the right of the tethered maid, enabling her to view both back and front of the captive.

“Why, not yet at all,” was my answer, “for although you have settled your score with this saucy baggage, I still have one of my own to settle with her.”

With this, I moved around to face the aghast redhead who, seeing the dreadful instrument of her suffering gripped firmly in my right hand, let out a pitiful wail of: “Oh my Lord, surely not more whipping? Oh, sir, I apologize to you, truly I do-oh, do forgive me now and spare me. I am at the end of my endurance!”

“Not at all, my girl,” was my sardonic retort, “for I do not propose to birch your insolent backside. The rest of you, however, is quite untouched and will provide ample terrain for our little reckoning.”

At this, I extended the rod and patted her across the tops of her naked thighs, very near that dark-red thatched mound which was the temple of her young womanhood.

Kay stared down at the rod with a horrified incredulity and then, with a mad lunge backwards, threw back her head and shrieked, “Oh heavens-oh, surely you won’t whip me there? Oh, sir, be merciful now, I beg you humbly for forgiveness!”

“I shall accept your supplication only after you have had your chastisement, as that will guarantee that you will keep your promise of better conduct in the future,” was my answer.

Drawing back my arm, I lightly made the flexible rod dart across those shaking, distended, creamy upper columns of Kay’s delicious thighs and was rewarded by her frenzied twisting and lunging and her harassed scream of “Eeeowwww! Oh, it is dreadful there-oh, please it hurts me worse, sir, far worse-oh, Mr. Jack, do be kind and pardon me any more-I can’t stand it, sir.”

“But you will just have to stand it till I am satisfied,” I gloated, as again I laid the rod just above the tops of her stockings and watched her squirm and shrink, her eyes huge with anguish, drowned with tears which began to rivulet down her cheeks.

“I think before I proceed further,” I remarked, “I shall have your stockings down, as they furnish rather too much protection for the whipping of your thighs.”

Laying down the rod, which was already somewhat frayed from Marion’s energetic application to the redhead’s voluptuous bare bottom, I squatted down and applied my hands to the flouncy rosette on Kay’s left thigh, then tugged it down to her ankle.

“Oh, don’t-oh, sir, don’t shame me any more. Oh, please, it’s dreadful for me to be like this in front of you-oh, do have mercy, I’ll be ever so good-I apologize, truly I do, but spare me any more, let me go now!” she sobbed, heartrendingly.

I did not let myself be softened by this plaint, but now rolled down the stocking, disclosing the admirable and creamy-sheened contours of as delightfully dimpled a knee and as temptingly curved a calf as a warm-blooded man might ever hope to behold at such close proximity.

Now I began to palpate that enchanting calf and knee with lingering touches, which made the frantic, naked victim struggle afresh with her bonds as she desperately strove to clench her legs and conceal to some extent the thickly furred gap between her naked legs, though she could not entirely hide it,. I now proceeded to the other stocking and garter and had them down in a trice, and then I slipped off her shoes; at first she tried to plant her feet solidly on the floor to prevent this, but a slight pinch to each calf drew a cry and an involuntary movement of her imprisoned legs so that I was able to divest her of her footgear. This done, it was a simple matter to take stocking and garter completely off each leg, and now Kay was clad only in her blushes, a true daughter of Eve.

“Now I think we are ready to proceed with this part of your correction, my girl,” I told her as I retrieved the birch and stood before her switching it about in the air and watching with sly amusement at the terrified way her tear-blurred, hugely dilated eyes shifted hither and yon to follow its menacing flourishes.

“Oh, don’t-oh, please, no more! I can’t stand it! Oh, sir, what must I do to entreat you? I swear before my mistress, truly I do, I shan’t ever give offense again! Oh, do have mercy now and let me go!” she babbled.

I stepped back a little to get the proper range and extended the birch till its flexible tips brushed her left leg just above the knee and to the inside.

“Let us see how sensitive it is there ,” I remarked aloud, and drawing back my hand, I inflicted a whisking cut which sent the tips over the back of her lower thigh.

“Eeeeouuuuuuu!! Oh, dear Lord, I can’t endure it, it’s terrible! Oh, sir, Mr. Jack, do spare me, it hurts as much as on my poor b-b-bottom!” she wailed.