Considering it was charming Maude’ s seventeenth birthday, supper was hardly a festive occasion, though Charles Cameron had opened a bottle of port and bidden his ward drink half a glass to respond to his toast for her natal anniversary and many more. She had prepared a cutlet for him, and a fresh garden salad. For dessert there was a tasty apple cobbler which her own dainty little hands had concocted and which he pronounced as capital. But Maude herself ate little and when he spoke to her amicably of this or that, her responses were faraway and faint- an understandable reaction when one considers the imminence of the fateful hour which he had designated as being that destined for her chastisement.
At times, she gazed steadfastly at him, hoping that by flirtatious little smiles and roguish glances, his hard heart might be softened from its dire purpose regarding the incredible emprise of her most intimate charms which his declaration augured. But he pretended either not too notice these or not to conceive her innate meaning and so the repast passed without discussion on the topic which, one may well divine, was of rather burning anxiety to the charming, teen- aged golden haired victim.
At seven, he dismissed her, after complimenting her on the excellent supper she had prepared, and told her dryly that he would expect her to be in the living room promptly at nine so that the matter of her disciplining could be undertaken. Maude nodded, choking back a tremulous sob, and once again gazed so heartrendingly at him with her limpid blue eyes that one would believe only a hardhearted ogre could be impervious to so poignant a supplication.
Up in his room, Charles Cameron carefully bathed and shaved, anointed himself with a tangy cologne and touched up his finely pointed moustache. Then, putting on his summer white linen trousers and a silk shirt- under which he wore nothing- and thrusting his feet into a pair of comfortable sandals, he stretched out on his bed and stared thoughtfully at the antique clock on the mantelpiece which registered the hour of seven- thirty- five… not quite an hour and a half before the ordained moment when Maude Rivers should commence her initiation into the realm of carnal pleasure- though it will be admitted that the lovely blonde victim could hardly be expected to consider it as such- at least at the outset since the amorous terrain in question, so to speak, was to be thoroughly prepared with a vigorous application of the supple birch.
It suited his state of mind exactly to lie in relaxation on the bed and contemplate the forthcoming procedure which he had already calculated well in advance for the subjugation of his ward. By this time, he was convinced that although she was undoubtedly virginal, she was not without some theoretical knowledge of the ways between a man and a maid; and he had only to recall her selection of racy literature the very first day of her arrival at his little country house, to say nothing of her supplicating request to be let off the imminent chastisement in return for complete submission to his desires- for she must surely have had some modicum of awareness of what these might well entail.
But he let his mind run riot in fantasy, providing images of Maude’ s voluptuous, ripe young beauty being disrobed and prepared for the ultimatum he had tendered, and this suggestive speculation fired his senses and procured the dominating virility which was the characteristic of a mature voluptuary such as Charles Cameron decidedly was.
He lit a cheroot and through the wreaths of blue smoke which rose to the ceiling of his bedroom, he seemed to behold the vivid pictures of her satiny pink limbs writhing and squirming as the swishing rod inflicted its implacable caresses to induce her, at last, to tender her own ingenuous but ardent affections to his manhood. When at last the clock marked a scant ten minutes before the appointed hour, he rose, his eyes sparkling, feeling a sense of supreme wellbeing from the vitality which the immediate task ahead inspired, and went out to the living room to wait for his beautiful young victim. It would be a further proof of her obedience, he knew, by compelling her to appear before her executioner, so to speak, and it was another delicious nuance which made the blood surge in his veins as he seated himself with arms folded across his chest and awaited her.
As the last stroke of nine sounded, Maude slowly appeared on the threshold of the living room, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears, arms at her sides, her whole attitude one of prayerful resignation, very much like a victim who hopes despairingly for a last- moment reprieve.
“ You are prompt, I see, Maude, and that is very good. If you had been late by so much as a moment, I should have been obliged to add to the severity of your punishment,” he stated as he rose and walked towards her.
The golden- haired girl was ravishingly lovely in a pretty white muslin frock with high neck, whose skirts were pleated and descended to her slim ankles, from which there peeped a glimpse of the black silk stockings he had purchased for her the month before and exacted that she wear henceforth. The dress had sleeves to the wrists, full and ruffled, with bits of embroidered blue- tinted lace, and altogether she was given the most charmingly ingenuous mien thereby. Her golden hair had been combed and fell in a thick, rich cascade to the middle of her supple back. He observed that her dainty little hands were spasmodically clenched into fists as if to steel herself for the oncoming ordeal, and also that the magnificent contours of her well developed firm young bosom were prominently accentuated by the clinging bodice of her frock as, in her nervousness, her breath came quickly and erratically.
He could not help encompassing her with a long level look, at which she turned crimson to her golden hair- roots, and, lowering her head meekly, faintly stammered, “ I- I want to obey you, uncle Charles. Won’ t you please be kind, because this is my birthday, and not punish me cruelly? I promise I- I will do whatever you wish, if you will only be merciful.”
“ And I repeat what I told you earlier, my girl,” he dryly countered as he took hold of her elbow and directed her out of the room and down the passageway, “ that I do not believe in so quick a conversion of heart, and that after you have been chastised in the most exemplary way, if you are then of the same docile opinion as to your conduct before me, I shall take credence in it. Come!”
The cellar was reached by a narrow, winding little stairway from a closet near the pantry, and Charles Cameron, lighting a candle to illumine the murky way, went ahead of his quiveringly fearful young ward, holding up his other hand to her to grasp so as to negotiate the slow, foreboding descent.
He then used the candle to light the gas tapers set high on the wall to cast, finally, a bright light on the scene of what was to be Maude’ s ultimate subjugation, and the girl shrank back, her blue eyes wide with anxiety, as she beheld what was in store for her.
From a metal pulley set in the ceiling in the middle of the wide cellar, two ropes dangled, and on the floor itself was a narrow little ladder not much longer than that of a yardstick. Against the wall to the right was a bucket in which reposed two birch rods, soaking in brine, and, on the floor beside the bucket, a long- handled bath brush with thick, stiff bristles. Against the opposite wall, there was a low leather couch, quite wide, black and gleaming, in the center of which lay a battledore paddle and the same metal leafcutter with which he had smacked her soft little palms that memorable evening when she had flouted his edict about the forbidden books.
Once she had unwillingly stepped over the thick wooden threshold of this ominous room, he closed the door, turned the key in the lock and pocketed it. Maude espied the birch rods and turned to her guardian hands clasped at her heaving bosom, her face adorably contorted with anguish as she pleaded, “ Oh, dear Uncle Charles, I am sorry I made you angry and if you will only be kind to me, I promise I shall obey you just as you wish, truly, truly, dear Uncle Charles!”
“ You are delicious when tears come into your soft blue eyes, Maude,” he said with savoring relish as he felt his dominance grow with that thrilling excitement which every virile man experiences when a desirable and lovely young female implores mercy at his hands, “ but these are crocodile tears which every naughty girl sheds in the useless hope of escaping merited retribution for her naughtiness. No, I shall not spare you, so you had best make your mind up at once to obey swiftly every order I put to you, if you wish to have only a moderate chastisement. Now then, be so kind as to remove that frock!”
Sniffling with woe, poor Maude could only comply, and, turning her back with naive modesty, slowly loosened the buttons of the sleeves and upper bodice, then stooped to catch up the hems and draw the garment reluctantly over her head and shoulders. She stared at him imploringly as she turned to face him, holding the frock in both trembling hands.
“ Let it fall on the floor, it does not matter,” he ordered, devouring her with glittering eyes as her round dimpled bare pink satiny shoulders came bare in this dishabille of the pink lacetrimmed camisole. Over the camisole was a white linen vest, which he bade her remove at once and drop to the floor to follow the frock. Now, in three flouncy lace- trimmed petticoats, stays and drawers and camisole, the black silk stockings held up just above her knees by elastic garters and her dainty little feet embellished in the narrowheeled elegant black French pumps, already his young ward represented the most appetizing picture of femininity at bay that can be imagined- but since she was already so delectable desirable, her virile guardian had no intention of denying himself the forthcoming treats of further disrobing which would reveal her most intimate maiden charms.
Bidding her stand under the dangling ropes, he next himself undid the strings of her petticoats and the laces of the stays and let these fall in a rustling pile upon the discarded frock and vest, so that now she shrank before him, eyes huge with distress and outraged young modesty, in the attire of camisole, stockings, pumps and drawers. These drawers were of white silk, with lace at the hems, and encompassed her magnificently rounded buttocks so snugly that the mysterious crease separating them was tantalizingly outlined beneath the fragile stuff. Their hems descended to the tops of her stockings, and the contrast of the smooth skintight thin white silk against the gauzy black silk of her stockings which molded out the voluptuous curves of her quivering calves, gave Charles Cameron a visual feast which he lingeringly enjoyed while adding to poor Maude’ s atrocious distress at the ever nearing moment of her atonement- an atonement which, judging by the ominous sight of those two rods steeping in brine a few feet away from her dilated eyes, would be searingly chalorous indeed.
He now took hold of one of the pulley ropes and sternly bade her raise her right arm, and when she had dolefully complied, bound her wrist tightly. Going to the wall, he touched a concealed lever, which at once motivated the pulley and drew the rope upwards till her soft pink arm was tractioned upwards tightly, forcing her to stand nearly on the toes of her dainty little pumps.
“ I have left one of your hands free, Maude,” he remarked as he went back to the apprehensive girl, whose blue eyes followed him with poignant, humid gaze, “ and possibly it will enter your mind what use to make of it and to propitiate me when I am birching your naughty backside.”
‘“ I- I don’ t know what you m- mean, Uncle C- Charles!” Maude gasped tremulously, her cheeks a fiery red with confusion.
He shrugged. “ Then you will be inspired by imagination later on, I have no doubt. And now, it is time to bare that impudent bottom, the proper field of those good swishy rods which have been soaking all day long in anticipation of saluting your soft flesh with their own special kind of birthday adulation.”
“ Oh, for heavens’ sake, dear Uncle Charles,” Maude twisted round, her face contorted with desperate shame, “ not my drawers! Oh, do leave them on, for mercy’ s sake! I shall die of shame to be exposed before you, truly I shall! Oh, they- they are not very much protection, they are so thin and tight, do please let me keep them on while you birch me, I beg of you!”
“ No, Maude, I shall not leave them on, for when a naughty girl is given the birch, it must be on the naked flesh so that one can see precisely what degree of severity is laid on and that she does not escape by one iota the quota merited by her naughtiness.” So saying, he unfastened the waistband, and grasping the tops, began to tug them down, while poor Maude, wailing in her shame and frantic anxiety over the imminence of those birch switches attacking her soon to be totally unprotected naked skin, sobbed and squirmed about, frantically hoping to win pardon by her poignant pleas.
With a cry of shame, she announced the descent of the silk drawers just down past the swelling base of her velvety behind, and teetered there, eyes closed, head bowed, panting with shame and distress at her situation, while he greedily studied the area condemned to the burning kisses of the rods.
Her bottom was absolutely breathtaking in its lush beauty, and despite her tender years, there was a firmness of flesh and nobility of contour such as a mature woman would have gloried in- naturally, in the privacy of her boudoir with an appreciative courtier to compliment her on her Callipygian charms! The succulent upsweep of the base of Maude’ s posterior merged into the fleshy proportions of the gluteal hemispheres themselves, their upper summits plumply appetizing and impudently jutting forth. There was an adorable dimple at the chinkbone, and the elegant hollowing of the lower back beyond the posterior only served that much more to call attention to the lovely globes themselves. The shadowy groove parting them narrowed to hide the supreme mysteries of Maude’ s delicious person, yet set off each luscious hemisphere to its fullest advantage. The velvety smoothness and pink vibrant satin of the skin were qualities that furnished the bachelor connoisseur unspeakable pleasure, and it was torment to him not at once to put his hand upon that terrain of voluptuous, virginal nudity and discover its tantalizing appeal. But, voluptuary that he was and a master of the art of prolongation in the secret tourney of love, he contented himself for a long moment by staring at Maude’ s buttocks, which, contrarily, the poor girl, knowing herself so indecently exposed before her guardian, tried piteously to diminish by dint of all the muscular contractions of which her young, healthy body was capable- and this, it goes without saying, only increased the provocative loveliness of her naked bottom, while at the same time documenting to Charles Cameron the resilience and emotional sensitivities of her flesh which he meant to chasten as a father corrects an errant daughter.
Nothing could be more indecently presented than Maude’ s full young bottom, with the drawers rumpled just below the base of those appetizingly firm velvety cheeks, tied up by one wrist as she was so that every shiver and tremor which that traction enforced manifested itself along the supple back and lovely rounded calves and thighs.
“ Now to complete the preparations, my dear,” he at last announced, his voice a trifle hoarse with comprehensible emotion. Quickly stooping, he drew Maude’ s left ankle to one side of the little ladder and corded it to a rung; then the right ankle. When he rose, the blushing, gasping young girl found herself with her legs exaggeratedly straddled a full yard apart, which naturally prevented the rucked- down drawers from descending any further and acted as a kind of decorative aureole about the tops of her round trembling young thighs.
Slowly he constated the appetizing freshness, the smoothly glossy epidermis of that magnificent behind exposed to his appreciative gaze, its sumptuous yet perfectly proportioned contours were breathtakingly put into relief by the exaggerated straddle of Maude’ s stockinged legs to the farthest rungs of the little ladder on the floor and by the traction of her pinioned wrist: thus the globes, with a piquant vitality increased not only by the girl’ s apprehension and shame at this indecent and enforced exposure of her person to a man’ s eyes- and worse!- strove frantically to diminish their all too fulsome development, thereby causing spasmodic contractions which had the effect of tightening the hemispheres over that sinuous cleavage and hitherto unprofaned temples of her young womanhood. And the rippling tremors which visited her back, and called his rapt attention to the vitality and sensitivity of her emotions and their physical responses in the most maddening way.
Festooning the tops of her thighs, the rucked- down drawers formed a salacious pinion all their own, setting off the glory of her velvety pink- naked bottomcheeks, whose twitching fluxions augured for Charles Cameron the most enjoyable regalia of choreography under the play of the rods which waited his good pleasure. Dying of shame at this long suspense and enforced exposure before him, blonde Maude pathetically implored in a groaning little voice hardly heard, “ Oh, I cannot bear the shame, Uncle Charles! Surely I have been punished enough already for whatever I did! Do be kind and let me go now!”
“ You have not even begun yet to comprehend the extent of your chastisement, my dear,” was his sententious response as he moved about to get an unhampered view of her voluptuous young behind. “ But I think we shall proceed to its commencement at this time, to give you a better idea of how a naughty, stubborn minx meets with her just desserts.”
Maude groaned again and bowed her head as she heard him approach her trembling, straddled, tractioned body. Out of the instinct of sheer modesty, the lovely golden- haired girl had pressed her free hand between her gaping thighs so as to shield from her guardian’ s eyes the niche of her femininity, and in her efforts to hide her most intimate parts from his greedy gaze, she desperately tried to flinch her stockinged thighs, but of course to no avail.
He stood at her left side for a moment, lost in contemplation of the superb naked posterior which jutted forth in all its tempting satiny resilience, observing the interplay of her gluteal muscles and thus discerning what a superb subject for the rod she truly was. The finely grained skin of her bottom and thighs promised a swift reward for his flagellatory attentions, for the skin was sensitive and delicate and would readily mark. However, to guarantee this, he substituted touch for vision, and Maude uttered a cry of distress and threw back her head in wild alarm as she felt his palm lingeringly glide over the cheeks of the naked bottom.
“ Oh, for God’ s sake, Uncle Charles, don’ t shame me so,” she tearfully begged, feverishly pressing her soft little palm with all her might against the downy nook between her straddled thighs, “ oh, if you must punish me, do it now and get it over with, I beg of you! I shall die of shame, truly I shall! Oh, do please take your hand away!”
He did not answer for a moment, being lost in a world of sensations all his own. The unspeakably exquisite feel of the delicate skin of her hindquarters to his palm had roused all his virile desires for the half- naked young girl; as for herself, Maude absolutely aghast at the liberty her guardian was taking with her person, twisted and wriggled with all her might and main to evade the suave caresses of his expert hand, flinching and contracting her muscles in a supreme defense, which naturally only served to excite him by giving him tactile proof of the mercurial vitality of the flesh he meant to chastise.
From caressing, he passed to delicate palpations, squeezing here and there, tweaking and pinching lightly all over those magnificent, sumptuous nether hemispheres so as to determine the quality of their resistance under the birch. Pathetic little cries, whimpering gasps, sobs, and tearful entreaties punctuated his calm pursuit of the objective in view, until at last poor Maude turned her scarlet, tearstained face over her shoulder, and gasped, “ Oh, do get on with it so that my punishment will be over, dear Uncle Charles.”
“ So you prefer the kisses of the birch to the caresses of my hand, do you, my dear?” was his ironic answer as he gave one of her buttocks a smart little slap that drew a startled squeal and jerking twist from the tethered victim, “ well, I shall do my best to gratify you then, you minx.”
So saying, Charles Cameron strode to the bucket in which the two birch rods were steeping, side by side, and drew out each in turn, swishing it about in the air to shake off the water and also to impress the wide- eyed victim as to what awaited her. The two birches were not at all the same: one was broader, composed of about fourteen switches bound together with a cloth wrapper at one end to serve as handle- grip, while the other was composed of only half a dozen long, slim switches. There was a specific reason for this divergence in the punishment instruments Mr. Cameron had chosen for the castigation of his ward, as we shall see.
Taking the bulkier rod, he crossed over to the trembling young girl, who turned her contorted face to watch him approach with the weapon of execution readied in his right hand. An abject gasp of terror and supplication burst from her as she beheld it: “ Oh, you’ ll kill me, Uncle Charles. You’ ll fairly kill me with that dreadful rod on my poor tender bare flesh. I implore you to have pity on me on my birthday and not thrash me so cruelly with that horrid rod! I promise I will be very good and do my best to obey you in all things if you will only grant me this one time…”
He die not let her finish. With a cold little smile, he took his place behind her, at her left, and pressed the bulky rod full across the plumpest sectors of the cringing bottomcheeks, as if to indicate to her where the first stroke would fall.
Looking back over her shoulder, her eyes dilated and bright with tears, golden- haired Maude feverishly petitioned, “ Oh, no, I beg of you, dear Uncle Charles!”
“ Oh, yes, my girl!” was his sardonic response as he drew back the rod and sent it whistling out towards the all- too- vulnerable target. With an angry hiss, the bundle of switches bit home against the ripe, velvety, pink- satiny summits of Maude’ s voluptuous bare bottom, and with a shriek of painful surprise at the malevolence of that first cut, the lovely victim lunged forward, while at the same time dashing her free left hand back to the wounded place in a futile attempt to cover up the all- too- liberal expanse of naked skin submitted to, chastisement in this way.
“ Oh! Oh- h- h- h! It burns like fire, Uncle Charles,” she wailed. “ I know I shan’ t be able to bear it! How many of those dreadful strokes am I to endure?”
“ Until I have deemed that you have had enough,” was his laconic answer, as once again he pressed the bulky rod home against her huddling bare bottomcheeks, this time lower down. Maude sucked in her breath and bowed her head, while a shiver rippled through her tractioned body as he forced home the scratchy withes against her tender, stinging flesh. Already he had seen that the very first cut had left vivid red imprints against that tender jutting backside.
Keeping her for a moment in suspense, he finally drew back his arm and sent the rod dancing once more over the twin hemispheres at exactly the spot he had chosen. A shrill cry of pain was the response as Maude lunged and twisted her bottom from side to side, once more turning her tearstained face over her shoulder and this time shamelessly rubbing the wounded region with her free hand.
“ Oh, do stop- do stop, Uncle Charles! I can’ t bear it, I just can’ t.”
“ But you must, I’ m very much afraid. Now take your hand away- or perhaps already you have thought up what it is you are to do with that little hand, eh?”
At this sly and lewd reference, Maude’ s cheeks turned an embarrassed scarlet, and she gasped, “ I don’ t know what you mean. Truly, I don’ t. Oh, how can you be so cruel to me on my birthday?”
“ There is an adage that he who would be kind needs must first be cruel,” he parried as he laid the rod across her naked hindquarters for the third time, still a little lower down so it was just over the upswelling base of those velvety young hemispheres.
“ Now, then, get ready for another good cut!” So saying, he deliberately drew back his arm, suspended it for a moment, then swept the bundle of switches firmly against the chosen site. Maude’ s loins dashed forward in a convulsive propulsion: a shrill, tearful scream was wrested from her, and then her hips executed a sporadic squirming from side to side as if to cast off the intolerable heat which was already beginning to visit her naked seat. The strokes thus far had left bright, visible patterns of horizontal, thin striata across the pink velvety canvas which was her naked backside and on which her guardian proposed to paint with memorable artistry a portrait whose completion would lead to her total surrender.
Charles Cameron, as a master of the art of castigation, as an amorous agent in the procuring of exquisite carnal pleasures which the average man rarely conceives of or procures for himself, did not in any way hurry this first chastisement of his beautiful young ward. For him, the spectacle of the enchantingly lovely, golden- haired, ripely formed young virgin in her provocative half- nakedness of camisole, hose and lowered drawers, with one hand bound high above her head and the other still ludicrously pressed between her quaking thighs, afforded the most indescribable voluptuous joys. Savoringly, like the connoisseur he was, he took full appreciative cognizance of the nuances attendant upon Maude’ s ordeal. Slowly, for the fourth time, he laid the bulky rod solidly over the palpitating hindquarters of the squirming, gasping, victim, an inch or two above the jutting base of those luscious globes whose muscular reactions gave vent to a veritable pageantry of dance by which the subtle ambery furrow between those rotundities yawned and clenched alternately, allowing glimpses of the never before explored maidenly terrain of Maude Rivers’ twin virginities.
He perceived also that she had the most adorable dimples just above the base of each buttock, which came and went with untold frequency depending on the neural agitation of her senses and the burning of her aggravated young flesh- signs again of what he might expect when she might be brought to total surrender. He vowed to himself to draw forth all these latent ardors which were slumbering beneath that pink satiny skin so as to find for himself the most passionate of mistresses.
Catching her breath once more as she felt the cruel announcement of the scratchy switches pressing home against her bare buttocks, Maude uttered a long groan of pathetic appeal. “ Oh, dear Uncle Charles, won’ t you please let me off now? It cuts and tears so! You’ ll tear me to pieces, I know you will!”
“ Nonsense!” he laughed, as he slowly rubbed the bulky rod too and fro against her huddling bottomcheeks. “ There’ s nothing like a good birching to revive tone of healthy flesh and to salubriously warm the temperament. You will hardly be marked at all, twenty- four hours from now, but I promise you that your bottom will burn long enough to make your conduct henceforth exemplary. And now I think you must be ready for some more good cuts.” So saying, he drew back his arm and with nimble dexterity sent the rod thudding against the lower summits of the naked bottom globes of his beautiful young victim, who instantly lunged forward, twisting her naked hips from side to side and glancing back over her shoulder, as once again her free hand plunged to her inflamed flesh and frantically rubbed in an effort to rub away the mounting heat which was gathering in the attacked regions.
“ You still haven’ t found a use for that little hand, I see,” he quipped, as once again he laid the rod firmly against the trembling base of Maude’ s voluptuous behind, patted it a few times while she gasped and squirmed in her bonds, then dealt her a quick lunging cut which sent the ends of the switches flicking round in front towards her tender groin. A piercing squeal of pain attested to the efficacy of this stroke, and Maude executed the most lascivious peroration imaginable as she crossed her free hand over to her hip and upper thigh and commenced a feverish rubbing to allay the atrocious sting which the kiss of the birch had imparted.
With a connoisseur’ s eye, Charles Cameron paused to constate the marks left by this preliminary switching, and passed his left palm over the twitching naked globes, once again patting, squeezing and pinching them with a liberty that astounded the gasping, tearful penitent. “ As I thought,” he at last concluded and brandished the birch again, “ there is hardly anything to show of your punishment as yet, and your skin is just mildly warm and not at all cut. Prepare yourself, therefore, to receive a more serious portion of your wellmerited chastisement!”
With this, giving her no warning whatsoever, he slashed the rod over the tops of her naked hips, forcing her to plunge forward once again with a shocked cry of pain and twist halfway round as she sought to stare at him appealingly, in such a way that he caught a glimpse of the thickly fleeced dark golden triangle of her mount of love. Despite her suffering, poor Maude, recognizing the shameless display she had just made of herself, clapped her left palm over the intimate hollow to hide it from him, and was promptly rewarded with another magisterial stroke of the rod, this one switching fiercely across the broadest, most resilient curves of both her bottomcheeks.
“ Oh! Oh- h- h- h! Oh dear! Oh, please, Uncle Charles. I can’ t stand it! I just can’ t stand any more!”
“ I’ m afraid you’ ll have to, my dear,” was his mocking reply as he patted the upper summits of her now vividly marked and striped hindquarters with the flexible birch. “ Get ready now!” And once again his hand drew back, suspending the instrument of castigation in the air, while Maude wriggled and tightened herself instinctively in anticipation of the stroke, until at last he delivered it, stepping forward to give further impetus to the whistling switches as they clung tenaciously to the huddling naked contours of her beautiful naked posterior.
“ Oh, don’ t! Don’ t! I shall die Uncle Charles. I know I shall!” she wailed.
“ On the contrary, Maude, I should say that you were never so much alive as at this moment,” was his taunting reply as he delivered yet another blow, this one bounding over the base of her tightening, contracting naked buttocks and whisking the ends of the twigs on towards the tenderest spot of all. His eyes glittered as he saw how her rounded young thighs flexed in a muscular spasm as she sought to clench her legs against the evil inroads of the birch, and he shuddered with voluptuous delight at the hideous wail of pain that was torn from his helpless young ward.
“ Oh, forgive me, Uncle Charles! I’ ll do what you want. Only do stop, I pray you!” Maude entreated in a tear- choked voice as she turned her contorted face over a dimpled young shoulder in a humble effort to propitiate her relentless executioner.
“ These are still crocodile tears, I fear,” he judiciously pronounced as he patted her naked bottom once again, this time an inch or two above the base. In due time the rod swept over the chosen area, and now the scratchy little blue splotches left by the fresh twigs began to appear on the once velvety, unmarked, pink, glossy bottomflesh. Already on the floor were strewn about several twigs which were broken off as the birch collided insistently with Maude’ s appetizing young behind.
Pausing a moment to contemplate his handiwork, Charles Cameron now moved over to the right to “ touch up” the left side of Maude’ s bare seat, which had been relatively untouched by the birching thus far. Four or five slowly spaced and solid strokes drew feverish cries and sobbing exhortations to him to spare her and promises that she would obey him in all things. Deaf to these pleas, however, Charles Cameron did not allow himself to be softened by her distress and pain, but now lowered the birch to the floor and remarked dryly, “ There is an area which I have neglected thus far, so I will try a little remedy. Attention to the birch, my girl!” And with this, and with a dexterous twist of his wrist, he sent the ends of the switches leaping up between the gaping thighs, so that their tips flicked into the soft inner region between the dancing, huddling bare bottomcheeks. Maude seemed to arch herself up, her back hollowing, her hips wildly jerking in the most convulsive spasms, and then her head fell back, her eyes staring at the ceiling, and her hand heedlessly rushed between her thighs to rub away the smarting sting, as an incoherent scream was drawn from her.
“ I think another in the same spot will really make you conducive to humility, my girl,” he observed as once again he lowered the birch to the floor, took careful aim, then sent it surging upwards to bite between the distended hemispheres of his ward’ s naked, well- striped bottom. A long- drawn scream of agony testified to the diabolical efficacy of that perfidious cut, and Maude’ s hips swung from side to side, lunged forward, then back, putting her wealed bare bottom into the most exciting state of agitated reaction imaginable.
“ No ideas have come to you yet about how your free hand may mitigate your sufferings?” he slyly hinted as he paused once more as he moved back to the left and patted the sobbing girl’ s lower buttocks with the now frayed birch rod.
“ Oh- no- no- no- oh for God’ s sake, Uncle Charles- I can’ t bear any more. I shall die. I know I shall. Oh, do let me off and I’ ll be so good to you!” Maude tearfully sobbed her entreaty.
“ Girls don’ t die from being birched, Maude, but on the contrary are made far more alert and docile,” was his reply as he delivered two quick cuts which this time bounded diagonally from right to left across the inflamed, dancing naked bottom of his ward, each followed by a strangled cry of pain and a frantic lunging this way and that.
His face flushed, his eyes sparkling, his chest heaving, Charles Cameron reveled in the domination of his beautiful, helpless young ward, the sight of whose suffering furnished him with the most powerful erotic impulse one can imagine. Now a pile of strewn twigs on the floor all around the tethered girl indicated the severity and energy with which he had directed the bulky rod across her vulnerable hindquarters. But this did not deter him, as he patted the top of her right end with the ends of the switches, then sent another diagonal cut switching over both palpitating, striped bottomglobes.
“ Oh, don’ t, I beseech you, do have mercy now, it cuts me like a knife, it rips and tears me, dear Uncle Charles,” Maude screamed, again half turning to him, tears running down her flushed cheeks, her nostrils flaring and shrinking, her rosy little mouth twisted in her suffering.
Charles Cameron did not answer, but patted the lower part of her bottom again and applied, with about thirty seconds between each, three successive wicked little cuts which made her lunge and dash about in the most uninhibited way conceivable. Then he concluded this first part of her chastisement with a solid, swishing blow which made the bulky bundle of switches dance against her plump bottom summits and drew the wildest cry yet from this young sufferer a s he cast the frayed rod to the floor and stood panting with excitement as his eyes drank in the uncontrolled choreography which is known as the dance of the rod and which this beautiful young girl so breathtakingly performed for his own private gratification.