Anonymous - A Man With A Maid II

Kay leaned over, thereby providing me with the mouthwatering sight of those two lovely naked bubbies of hers dangling like the fruits with which poor Tantalus was tortured by the malicious rulers of Mount Olympus, and she seemed to be scrutinizing the flinching, huddling, firm, resilient olive-satiny cheeks of Marion’s behind with a view towards determining where it would cause her mistress the most discomfort to strike.

Then at last she raised her right hand and brought it down with a lovely, noisy “Smack!” solidly on the right summit of Marion’s velvety behind, leaving a bright pink imprint of her palm and causing my helpless naked brunette captive to tense herself and utter a stifled gasp which indicated that she had felt the chastening sting.

I could see from the delighted expression on the red-haired baggage’s face that she had just discovered a vastly amusing pastime. “Very good,” I commended her, “but conserve your strength, or after only a few sound smacks you will find yourself not only tiring but suffering nearly as much as your charming patient. Carefully dosed and gradually increasing severity is the secret of this juvenile chastisement.”

“Yes, Mr. Jack, I see,” Kay murmured, pursing her lips thoughtfully as if I had just diaphanously explained Mr. Gladstone’s position on the British colonial policy. Raising her hand, she applied the second spank on the other cheek of Marion’s squirming backside, not quite so vehemently, but, I assure you, sufficiently to cause the brunette to gasp again and to try to kick up her pinioned stockinged legs which my right leg still efficaciously imprisoned.

“That is the way, and now that you have discovered it, proceed at your leisure,” I remarked, whilst Marion, indignantly turning her flushed face back to me, exclaimed, “This is not fair of you, Jack, to traitorously encourage the girl to make my ordeal one of scientific torture!”

“Will you confess yourself less stoic than your maid, who bore a goodly number of severe cuts with the birch over her tender posterior?” I taunted Marion, who at once bit her lips, turned away her head and steeled herself to evince her Spartan fortitude.

But Kay took this as a challenge to her own newly found fustigatory powers, and proceeded to smack her mistress’s squirming upturned bottom quite vigorously, distributing the slaps equitably over both tensing, huddling, then relaxing, globes till the warm olive hue of Marion’s smooth epidermis turned from bright pink to vivid crimson and till my brunette sister-in-law to be began to lift her head and stare with dilated, humid eyes out ahead of her, while her free hand clenched and thrust against the back of the couch to distract herself from the cumulative warmth and sting which Kay’s hand was imparting to her naked behind. I gazed with gloating pleasure at the exquisite vision of Marion’s stockinged thighs flexing and squirming, of the long rippling tremors that passed from the bare flesh of her upper thighs over the beleaguered globes of her naked seat, to pass along the lovely hollowed column of her naked back. Now, from about the fifteenth smack on, Marion announced the reception of Kay’s flattening palm on her resilient flesh with a nervous, flurried gasp, and when her maid, after pausing at what I counted to be about the twenty-fifth or twenty-sixth, blew on her palm, then lifted it and brought it down with redoubled energy to flatten the inner curves of both naked, reddening globes, she uttered a sobbing “Ahhh! Oh, that’s enough now, Jack, make her stop, it’s becoming painful to me!”

But I had no such intention. I wished Marion’s erotic senses to be roused by this voluptuous correction, which, as I could clearly see from the look on Kay’s flushed, vivacious face and the panting swell of her beautiful naked bubbies, was having a similar effect on the maid’s warm temperament So I jestingly countered, “I had believed you to be a mature woman, my dear, but here you are complaining over a childish smackbottom which would not bring tears to the eyes of a twelve-year-old boarding-school pupil!”

“Oh, Mr. Jack, my hand is beginning to smart from her big backside,” Kay now saucily proffered, “might I not try a birch on her for a change?”

“Oh, no, don’t let her birch me, for Lord’s sake, Jack dear,” Marion now really became alarmed as she struggled to get loose, waving her flaming bottom in the most salacious manner. By now, needless to remark, my cock was frantically roused by all her squirmings over it, and shifting her a bit as I signed for Kay to wait, I drew aside the folds of my dressing gown so that my fulminating weapon might be free to profess its ardor by rubbing against Marion’s belly and loins while she struggled under the smackbottom Kay was so ably administering.

“To rest your smarting palm a moment, Kay,” I advised, “try to let your hand act as a whip. Thusly, let your fingers be limp and loose, and as you bring down your hand, let them fall like the thongs of such an instrument. The flicking sting they will thus impart over a terrain so ably prepared and sensitized will, I assure you, make up for the loss of impacting force.”

“Oh, yes, I see, Mr. Jack,” Kay delightedly cried. Now she knelt down on the floor, and, lifting her right hand slowly aloft, whisked it down exactly as I had instructed, the tips of her fingers nipping the base of Marion’s right buttock.

“Ooooh, ohh, please!” Marion tearfully exclaimed as her hips swerved from side to side, “do make her stop! I hate you for being so cruel!”

“But if you only realized that a man must be cruel to be kind, my dear, you would be more appreciative of this. You in turn, my girl,” addressing myself to the charming, kneeling, naked red-haired minx, “must reciprocate in the loveliest way two females can demonstrate their amity for each other.”

With this, I unclamped my leg over Marion’s, and, releasing her captive wrist, took hold of her hips with both hands, gesturing to Kay to lift her by the wrists, and thus the brunette was drawn to her feet, tears staining her flushed cheeks and her magnificent bubbies in tumultuous upheaval. “Now, then, clasp each other in each other’s arms, and kiss sweetly,” I ordered, and was obeyed. To see these two delicious females, clad only in their hose and rosette garters, standing, their naked bodies merged, their breasts mashing together, their mouths joined, and to observe on Kay’s voluptuous creamy backside the welts and scratches from the birching and on Marion’s once olive-hued posterior the fiery red of that admirable bottomsmacking, was to see in my mind’s eye the commencement of my true harem, which should be prodigiously expanded when I announced to Alice my eagerness to explore nuptial bliss with her delightful person. I stood a moment in rapt contemplation of the gracious Sapphic unison of these two beauties, till the adamant compulsion of my own needs roused me to proceed with the last part of the afternoon’s program.

They had begun to murmur solicitous words, apologetic and compassionate, each imploring the other’s pardon for having inflicted suffering on her. Marion’s hands had begun to caress Kay’s striated naked behind, whilst Kay’s slim fingers caressingly palpated her mistress’s inflamed seat. They were, in a word, at the threshold of a carnal communion that would still more tangibly alter their psyches to my own amorous advantage. And that was why I now remarked, “Now this is praiseworthy, but it is not yet the generous, warmhearted unanimity I wish you both to discover for yourselves.”

Questioningly, they turned their heads to regard me, then blushed to realize how naughtily wanton they were in embracing naked before a man. But the humid eyes, the moist quivering red lips, the panting globes of their beautiful naked bosoms were telltale signs that Marion and Kay were erotically stirred to the point that they could find solace in each other. And just as Fanny and Alice had “made up,” so too did I wish the brunette and her red-haired minx of a servant to become amorously entwined.