Drawing up a little footstool and seating himself on it, Charles Cameron lit a cheroot and in leisurely manner gave himself respite while at the same time intoxicated himself with the visual and aural aftermath of this first half of his ward’ s punishment. The groans and sobs and pleas which emanated from the tethered young sufferer were music to his ears, and now, heedless to his presence, poor Maude dashed her left hand back to her blazing bottom and rubbed away without caring what a spectacle she made of herself. The skin was broken nowhere, but here and there, particularly at sensitive places near the shadowy crease which separated the globes one could see dark splotches and stigmata as evidences that the birching had been rather severe. From bright pink, the weals had turned dark red, and stood out against the glossy pink epidermis with an indelible quality that left no doubt as to the graduated severity of the castigation.
When he had full control of himself again and the cheroot was half smoked, Charles Cameron extinguished the latter and then languidly rose and walked over to where his ward stood on tiptoe, still rubbing her furiously smarting bottom. Satisfied that her distress was not feigned, he walked over to procure the long- handled bath brush and then walked back to face her. “ Are you sufficiently humbled by now, my girl?” he asked as he pressed the bristles directly between her shaking, straddled thighs, so that their sharp, prickling filaments probed against the most sacrosanct portion of her person.
Maude could only gasp and groan, so overwhelmed was she by the myriad sensations that assailed her. Whimpering, she arched her back and strove to evade stabbing kisses of the bristles in so sensitive a nook, thereby thrusting out the inflamed naked bottomcheeks in the most indecent way. He drew back the brush and applied a gentle forward- driving path, so that the bristles bit against the dark golden triangle of her love- cleft.
“ Oh, not there! For God’ s sake, please not there, Uncle Charles!” Maude shrieked as she plunged her bottom out still more and grabbed for the hurt part with her free hand.
“ You must answer when I speak to you, my girl,” he remarked as he gave her another cruel little tap with the bristled side of the brush, right into the furry thicket of her maidenhood.
“ Oh, arrr, yes, yes, for God’ s sake, yes I am, dear Uncle Charles. Don’ t hit me there with that awful brush, oh, please, not between my legs! I entreat you so!”
“ Then perhaps it will come to you now how to use that naughty little hand which I have purposely left untied,” he archly commented as he reached around her and snapped her swollen bottom with the bristle side of the long- handled bath brush. Maude uttered a loud shriek, lunging forward against him, glancing back frantically over her shoulder as he lifted up the brush again and menaced her burning behind with those dreadfully sharp, prickling bristles. Then, with a frantic gasp, as her eyes met his and scarlet blushes surged all over her tearstained cheeks, the golden- haired captive put out her hand towards him and fumbled for the buttons of his trousers.
“ That’ s it. Go on,” he hoarsely uttered. As she fumbled with the buttons, he speeded her docility with a couple of new bangs of the wicked bristles up against her already burningly birched hindquarters, as with wailing cries and sobbing pleas, Maude finally opened the fly of his trousers, permitting the liberation of his massively roused male weapon. He nodded to her in sign that she was to take hold of it and nurture it between her soft, trembling little fingers, prefacing this command with still another bang against her right buttock, which brought instant compliance and a shrill squeal of agony from the young sufferer.
At last he bade her desist and then untied her bound wrist, first going to the wall and touching the lever to lower the pulley. “ Now then,” he said hoarsely, “ we will proceed to the final portion of your punishment, and its severity will largely depend upon your complete and complaisant docility, Maude, my dear.”
He thereupon forced her to lie down on her back and to raise her legs, which were still, of course, fixed to the ends of the little ladder so that her thighs were widely straddled. This time he tied both ends of the cords which still dangled from the ceiling to the rungs, so that the blushing, weeping beauty was compelled to expose herself in the most shameless way. Then, walking over to the bucket, he took a rod from it and returned to her, swishing it in the air.
He then stepped towards her, planting his feet on either side of her bosom, so that he could commandeer her straddled, up- tractioned thighs, having first taken a penknife and cut away the festooning drawers so as to have free access to the most intimate areas of her secret person.
Now, the slender, flexible rod in his right hand, Charles Cameron crouched over his young ward’ s recumbent nudity, his eyes fixing on the exquisite fleecy vista between her gaping, updrawn thighs, against whose pink satiny smoothness the contrast of the black stockings intensified the enticing patrician satin of her naked skin. Lifting the rod, he deftly flicked it down towards the yawning maiden groove, the tips of the half- dozen supple switches stinging Maude’ s tender inner thigh just at the juncture of the loins. Frenziedly, the almost naked golden- haired captive reached up with both hands between his legs to catch hold of his liberated manhood, whereupon he hoarsely bade her continue to stroke and palpate him very gently and lingeringly, and commenced a voluptuous flicking well in between her jerking, naked legs. The spectacle before him was calculated to arouse his virility to the most intense peak, as well it might and would have done with even a lesser man than Charles Cameron: he had, if he so wished, the entire estuary of her already well- birched naked bottom to caress with the thinner rod, as well as the extremely sensitive contours of the insides of her spread- apart legs. And finally, which goes without saying, he stared upon the sacred temple of Maude’ s dainty pink- lipped virginity which, owing to the exaggerated straddle of her legs, (since her ankles were still tied to each side of the little ladder) gaped its tantalizing little pink mouth from within the thicket of dark little golden curls which usually hid its oasis from even such inimical eyes as his.
Each time the tapering ends of the birch switches whisked against Maude’ s shivering satiny upper thighs at their insides- deliberately he spaced the area of the flicks so as to cover her legs from the knees to the crotch- the young girl arched and wriggled her wealed bottom in the most lascivious way, while her head rose or fell back or rolled from side to side throughout the prolonged ordeal. But her soft little fingers busied themselves with procuring his carnal pleasure in the frantic hope of appeasing at last his tyrannical disciplinarian treatment of her, for by this time it was obvious that Maude’ s only desire was to pass from the burning kisses of the birch to those equally burning but more pleasures and ardors which he had initially demanded of his blushing ward.
As for himself, Charles Cameron was well- nigh spellbound at the furious contortions which Maude’ s naked hips and loins executed there on the floor before him, as well as the spasmodic flexions of her updrawn straddled thighs each time the birch delivered its downward darting kisses. At times, alternating the flicks between left and right legs from knee to thigh, Charles Cameron directed a particularly insidious little flick right into the mossy grotto of love itself, and these invariably produced the most feverish responses from the young and beautiful sufferer. Her strident wail, her convulsive jerking of her hips to and fro on the floor, proved only too well the diabolical torment he was rousing in this the most sensitive threshold of her entire femininity. Yet at the same time, so hastily did her fingers ply him with caresses to bring this finale of her chastisement at last to a complete stop that Charles Cameron decided that the moment had come for the defloration of his young ward.
“ If I spare you any more now, Maude,” he hoarsely demanded, “ will you agree to go to bed with me at once without discussion or false modesty?” and to punctuate this imperiously, he lifted up the slender rod and swept it down with a short turn of his wrist so that the tips of the swift withes bit home exactly in the exact center of her being.
“ Aaarrrrr!!! Oh, my God, yes, Uncle Charles. I’ ll do anything if you’ ll only stop. Oh, not there any more. Please, Uncle Charles! I’ ll die! I’ ll do what you want, only put down that dreadful rod!” was his ward’ s plaintive and high- pitched pledge.
Casting down the birch to one side of the weeping and wriggling, half- nude girl, Charles Cameron went over to the wall to lower the pulley rope and then in turn to unpinion her slim ankles. Then he helped her up from the floor, while Maude, all resistance at an end and overwhelmed by the myriad sensations which had taken possession of her soul as well as of her tender well- birched flesh, huddled against him, her arms locked around his back, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, and her lips freely offered up to his. Nor did she struggle or make the slightest gesture of outraged female modesty when in the heat of ardor of that welding embrace, she felt the prodigious prodding of his manhood against that maiden orifice which he had just so cruelly flicked with the thin, long, swishing rod. Her eyes closed, her lips trembling, her bosom flattened against his chest in the thin camisole which was now her only garment except for the black stockings, his ward surrendered herself without more ado.
He ordered her to remove her camisole, which she did at once, standing naked in pumps and stockings- the most voluptuous sight in all the world to the mature voluptuary. Then, at his whispered order, she moved to him and shyly but docilely unbuttoned and removed his shirt and then his trousers, so that he was naked except for sandals. Lean and sinewy, his manhood was swollen now with pent- up fury after the sell- control he had exerted throughout her initiation.
At his further order, Maude timidly brought him the battledore, a flexible kind of paddle which is better ‘ known as the sports device used to send a shuttlecock through the air across a net over a summer lawn in the countryside. However, Charles Cameron had found a much more vivid usage for this article of sports, as he now proceeded to demonstrate, much to poor Maude’ s dismay.
Stretching out on the low, wide couch, he gestured to her to come lie upon him, which she at once did, eyes closed and cheeks furious with blushes. After his whispered edict to her, she ingenuously took hold of him and managed to insert his manhood between the lips of her vaginal cleft, and then was ordered to slip her arms around him and hug him tightly as she glued her mouth to his. Thus, as a pasha might, Charles Cameron compelled his beautiful and virginal ward to take the amorous initiative herself and to quicken her naive responses circling the small of her back with his left arm, lifted up the battledore in his right hand, and delivered a resounding smack on her already stigmatized round naked bottomglobes. With a wild squeal, Maude flattened herself, thus deepening the inroads of his virile member. Aware of the success of this maneuver, he applied two or three more harsher smacks over the spacious rondures of her wriggling backside, till poor Maude uttered a shriek of pain to announce the rending of her virginal barrier as she sank down upon him.
Then, casting aside the battledore, Charles Cameron took his ward in his arms and, crushing his mouth against hers, taught her the way of a man with a maid.
It may be added that he had no reason to complain of her obedience for the rest of that night!