Anonymous - A Man With A Maid II

“I am encouraged to hear you say as much,” was my cynical rejoinder, “for after your insistence that your backside was cut to ribbons when there was hardly a scratch showing, I was beginning to think you were thick-skinned everywhere,” and with this, patting the other jerking, creamy leg in the same manner and in the same place, I regaled it with a similar deft whisk, producing a frantic plunging and twisting about which made her bubbies jiggle in the most appetizing manner and tore a shrill plaint from her trembling lips.

“Perhaps a little higher up will be still more effective,” I commented as I pressed the tips of the withes about midway up on the inside of her left thigh.

She was trembling violently now as she stared down at the switches, and the muscles of her legs flexed supremely as she strove without avail to close them.

“Oh, Mr. Jack, oh heavens, not there-you’ll kill me-you’ll kill me! Oh sir, I beg you, I pray you, I entreat you most humbly, do spare me and forgive me! I’ll do anything you order, I swear I will, if you’ll only put down that dreadful rod!”

“I shall put it down when you have had your punishment in full and not before, so you might as well steel yourself and make up your mind to endure what you have so justly merited,” I pronounced.

Thereupon I cut at her inner thigh with a dexterous movement of my wrist, and Kay flung back her head and shrieked with pain as the lashes curled eagerly over the tender, sensitive column, her bottom plunging from side to side, and of course affording me the greatest visual pleasure as her cunt gaped and even exposed exquisite glimpses of the soft, twitching pink lips through the dark-red foliage.

Now I patted the other leg at the same place halfway up the slender, creamy thigh, and tears ran down Kay’s cheeks as she pitifully besought me to grant her mercy from the burning slashes. By now, as you can guess, my own rod was in a ferocious state of readiness, and I would as soon apply one as the other because the voluptuous nakedness of this dashingly handsome pert little minx whetted all my carnal appetites.

“Let us see if the birch will not be even more efficacious somewhat higher up,” I ruminated, and poor Kay, whimpering and sobbing, flung herself about every which way to escape its searching quest, which ended when the tips of the withes pressed home against her left inner thigh just below that exquisite juncture of her furry crotch.

“Oh, not there-for God’s sake, not there, I beg you humbly!” poor Kay pleaded, but I was adamant, and rod swept over the designated spot, producing an even more frantic twisting and a piercing yell of intolerable anguish.

Nothing daunted, I transferred the swishy rod to the other thigh just below her cunt, and after I savored her tearful and hysterical supplications to be let off, applied a stinging slash.

Marion had followed all this scene with the greatest interest, and from the panting of her magnificent bubbies and the spiteful glow in her great blue eyes, as well as from the tell-tale sign of her soft pink tongue creeping about the corners of her rosy mouth, I knew that this once haughty and aloof sister of my beloved Alice fully shared my own sadistically erotic impulses towards the red-haired captive.

For now she exhorted me, “Don’t spare the naughty minx, Jack dear! Birch her well! Why, all this fuss over a few mild cuts, you’d think she was being flayed alive.”

At this, Kay turned her face and piteously sobbed, “Only a few cuts? Oh my Lord, ma’am, I only wish you had to bear as many. You’d be begging mercy just as I am. Oh, how can you be so heartless to me?”

Now the time had come for me to substitute rods, as it were, for my prick would have no more of this sublimation, however exciting. And so, lowering the rod for a moment to give Kay a brief respite, I proceeded without warning to lift it till the tips of the switches pressed home against her furry cunt.

“Ooooh-noooo! For God’s sake, not there! You’ll kill me! Oh, Mr. Jack, for God’s sake, don’t whip me there!”

Her voice was wildly strident as she strained herself, as if wishing to lift herself up from the firmament and away from the deadly menace of the birch. I kept patting her cunt with the tip of the birches all this time, to impress upon her more firmly the utter hopelessness of her situation, and then I sternly demanded, “Your spiteful tongue and your insolence have really not earned you any leniency, Kay. So you must think of something better than words to appease my determination for evening our score. If you cannot, I fear you must be content with enduring your punishment till it pleases me to suspend it.”

Thus intimating to her that I would consider her plea to be had instead of birched, I lowered the rod slowly, whilst her horrified and tear-drowned eyes wildly followed its peregrinations. Just as my wrist was about to flick upwards and deliver the diabolical sting into her tenderest gape, she shrieked, “Oh, don’t! I’ll do whatever you want-anything. Only for God’s sake, ma’am, don’t let him hit me there-not between the legs-oh, for God’s sake, don’t!”

“You must address your supplications to me now, not your mistress, since this portion of your chastisement concerns only the two of us,” I interrupted. “For that further insolence, you shall have an extra three cuts in the same place after you have had your dozen.”

“Ohh, my God, not so many-oh, not between the legs-wait-please don’t whip me there-yes, I’ll beg you-anything you want-oh, please, not between the legs-good heavens, you’ll kill a girl there-mercy, mercy, Mr. Jack!” she wildly babbled.

“You must be more explicit than that,” I told her as I feigned lifting the rod up towards her vulnerable Mount of Venus. Her body writhed and shrank, twisting frenziedly, as she shrieked,

“Oh, Mr. Jack, have me, do me, then, but for God’s sake put down that dreadful rod!”

“Why, the sinful baggage,” Marion now played her role as my assistant even more delightfully than I could have hoped for even if I had coached her in advance. “Such presumptuousness, to offer herself so shamelessly and in my presence! She deserves no mercy, Jack, and if you are softhearted enough to spare her, I shall attend to her myself when we get home.”

“Oh no, no, ma’am. You don’t understand-I can’t bear such pain. It will kill me, surely it will. Oh, he’ll let me off if I let him have me, and I can’t stand it-I must-oh, please, ma’am, say you understand and forgive me that I can’t endure such torture,” Kay sobbed wildly. She turned her face imploringly over her shoulder towards her mistress.

“I think, Marion,” I said with false gentleness, for my voice was trembling already with desire, “that she has learned her lesson. I would put her on probation. Of course, a strict probation, with the understanding that if she once more offends you, her punishment will be even more severe. Won’t you excuse her from further birching this evening, now that she has shown herself to be humble and contrite?”

“Oh, very well. But all the same, the naughty hussy is getting off far too easily.”

I now turned my attentions to the sobbing redhead, who hung there in her bonds, exhausted and weeping, utterly distraught.

“Do I understand you fully, my girl?” I said. “In return for my sparing you any more cuts of the rod, you wish me to have you? You are aware, I take it, what such an offer implies.”

“Oh, yes! Do it and end my suffering. Do it!” she moaned.

“I had thought you much more chaste than this,” was my ironic comment. “Can it be that you are not the vaunted virgin your mistress and I believed you to be? Let us find out.”

With this, standing close to her, I put my hand lightly over the huddling, birch-warmed cheeks of her naked backside, and with my right forefinger probed between the twitching outer lips of Kay’s cunt She moaned and turned her face away, tears running down her face, as I pursued my inspection. Once past the inner lips which guarded the citadel of her love channel, I felt not the least obstruction, and this I announced to Marion.