the happiness of married life. He at last decided upon the leather strap; and having picked it up, he returned to Maud, who was sobbing as loudly as her gagged condition would permit.
“Now, Maud, I am going to flog some of the lust out of you,” said Brandon.
He passed his hand over her smooth, white, firm, well-rounded buttocks. Like most English husbands he had never seen his wife naked, but he had seen many naked models in his studio, and they had never caused any lascivious thoughts in his mind, nor did Maud's charms now, though they would have tempted a saint to break his vow of chastity.
Brandon had nothing on but his shirt and drawers. He rolled his shirt sleeves up to the elbow, and then raising his arm, he brought the strap down smartly on the left cheek of Maud's splendid bottom. It instantly flushed a rosy red, and Maud writhed her beautiful body in pain, and tried to scream, but she was so effectually gagged that only a hoarse groan escaped her. Again the strap rose and fell, and Maud's right buttock blushed as rosily as its sister.
Brandon continued to deal his strokes methodically, and at each blow a broad white band appeared on the pink surface, and then disappeared, and Maud twisted and wriggled her bottom about, and sometimes she would open her legs and show the “spot” for a moment, and then her quivering thighs would close again and shut out the charming spectacle, and her feet would jump off the floor with pain.
Maud's struggles at last caused the handkerchief that gagged her to fall to the ground, and she screamed out, “For mercy's sake undo me. Enough! I'll do nothing bad again.” Her pleadings only made him more determined, and with a swish in the air he again brought the strap down, making her twist about with fear and shame.
“You hussy,” said her husband, “I'll make you drag my name through the mud and get me laughed at. Take that and that,” and then, seizing the whip, in his anger he struck her several smart blows where the strap had already fallen leaving large weals to mark its fierce passage.
Maud was a grandly made woman, and the contortions of her body as she skipped from side to side to avoid the fast-descending blows would have made an anchorite rage with lust. No man can witness the finely modeled arse of a lovely woman plunging about before his eyes without undergoing certain physiological changes, even though that woman brought him serious wrong. We are after all only flesh and blood, as the omniscient Gladstone once said under vastly different circumstances, in the English House of Commons. This scene of domestic correction was once more to prove the truth of that very trite adage.
Brandon became aware that a curious psychological change was being effected in him, and that his feelings towards his erring wife had radically changed. He had resolved that he would never touch her again after she had so cruelly deceived him. He would sue for a divorce, and until that was procured he would never occupy the same bed with her, but before the strap had fallen for the sixth time he began to think how beautiful she was, and to remember how often he had pressed her fair body in those love battles in which each had been the conqueror, and each delighted to be the vanquished. He determined not to give way to these tender thoughts, and only remember her heartlessness and deceit, and four times more did the strap descend upon her bottom, but though it quivered and trembled at each blow, Maud no longer wriggled as she had done, and did not attempt to scream.
He was afraid that she had fainted, and throwing down the strap, he looked anxiously at her face. She had not fainted, in fact her face was suffused with a beautiful blush, and her eyes which glittered strangely, were fixed on some object. He followed their direction, and saw that his tool had come through the opening of his drawers and was standing in all the magnificence of a full erection.
“Poor little woman,” he thought to himself, “how she would like to have that in her belly, and how much I should like to put it there, but I cannot honourably do so now. At all events, I won't beat her any more.”
He removed the handkerchief which gagged her, and expected that the first use she made of her tongue would be to overwhelm him with abuse and recriminations, but to his surprise, as soon as the gag was removed she said:
“Make haste and undo me, darling.”
He quickly unfastened the cord, and she stood upright and faced him. He thought he had never seen her look so lovely. Her body quivered with excitement and her eyes gleamed with lust. Her magnificent breasts rose and fell beneath her panting breath.
“Oh, Robert, how I love you!” she cried.
She sprang towards him and threw her right arm round his neck. She pressed her warm sensuous lips to his, and darted her tongue into his mouth. At the same instant she gripped his tool with her left hand, and threw herself back on the bed. The movement was so sudden and unexpected that he lost his footing and fell with her, and before he had time to think of what she was doing, she had pressed the head of his prick between the gaping lips of her coynte, and thrown her legs round his thighs.
Brandon had determined never to forgive her, but when a man's breast is being pressed by a pair of the largest and softest bubbies in the world, when a pretty woman's tongue is in his mouth, and a charming coynte is eagerly sucking in his hot and burning tool, resolves of that sort do not count for much. Brandon did what any vigorous young man would have done under similar circumstances and putting his arms round her waist, with one powerful lunge, he buried his resentment and the whole of his tool in Maud's heaving belly.
Maud, as we have already said, was a magnificent creature, and though Brandon was furnished with an instrument which would have terrified many a woman, she met every one of his strong lunges with an upheaval of her buttocks which were still burning with the lust created by the beneficent strap, and not until she felt his purse against the lips of her coynte did she cease to press forward. They lay motionless, and as in a swoon, until the warm life-giving fluid bathed their whole being in a flood of ecstatic delight. Then her limbs relaxed, and Brandon withdrew his now limp tool, and rolled off her.
He dreamily watched Maud get out of bed, and go and wash herself, and take off her shoes and stockings which she had still worn when he flogged her.
When she had finished, she came and stood by the side of the bed, and looked down at him roguishly.
“Bob, dear,” she said, “do you forgive me?”
“I suppose I must,” he replied. “I didn't intend to, but you have such taking ways.
She laughed. “You see I can take all you have to give me, and as often as you like. In fact I should like a bit more now if you are ready to give it me, but I suppose you will want tickling up a little before you are ready.”
She put her hand inside the opening of his drawers and laid hold of his tool.
“Oh, this will never do,” she said laughingly. “Why it is all limp like a big worm. Get out of bed at once, sir, and let me put you into the proper condition to present yourself before a lady.
He obeyed her and jumped off the bed.
