“But for the development work you must do, Jack, I should say it is quite in keeping. But do, pray, tell me what are all those curious pillars and the rings fixed to them?” Marion innocently asked.
“Why, I should say they were there to guarantee the docility and obedience of insolent baggages,” I blandly countered, as I turned to look at Kay. “And if you like, I should be happy to demonstrate to you just how effective they can be.”
I had, as I passed by the panel on the wall, slyly touched the button which lowered the rope-pulleys, those same aids which had enabled me to subjugate delicious Alice, so they were now at easy reach when the moment came to entrap the red-haired minx who had incited both of us to irritation with her.
“Are you speaking to me, sir?” Kay indignantly exclaimed, drawing herself up again and tightening her lips with evident displeasure.
“I was indeed addressing you, Kay,” I rejoined, “and since your mistress does not have the spunk, or perhaps the hardness of heart, necessary to correct your intolerable behavior, I shall take it upon myself to do so.”
With this, striding towards her and taking her entirely by surprise for her mouth gaped and her eyes went very wide indeed, I seized her by a wrist and dragging it up to the nearest pulley, in a trice had fastened her securely while I called to Marion to emulate me on the other side.
“What are you doing-how dare you treat me like this, and you too, ma’am-oh, you’ll both be sorry for this, you mark my words!” Kay stormed as she tugged at her bound wrists and kicked out at us both. She did indeed succeed in barking Marion’s shin, rather lightly but enough to make my beautiful brunette sister-in-law absolutely furious with her. I was really grateful to the baggage for having thus forced her mistress’s hand, for now there was no doubt whatsoever that Marion would heartily abet me in my imminent plans for the thorough chastisement of this wretchedly impertinent and forward young vixen.
Going to the wall, I touched a button to elevate Kay’s arms overhead till she was forced to stand on tiptoe, the while she shrieked her angry denunciations of us both. I took no heed of these at all, needless to say, but warily approaching her on her right, squatted down behind her, and in a trice bound her slender ankle with a silken rope and made it fast to the pillar. Marion, with quick native wit, followed my example with almost as much dexterity as if she had done this sort of thing all her life.
Thus in a few moments we had the raging, red-haired baggage secured, ready for disrobing and the subsequent punishment which would follow.
“Now then, Marion,” I said calmly, as we both stood back to observe the furious, writhing captive, “do you not agree that this minx deserves a sound birching?”
“Indeed she does!” Marion retorted with a sparkling glint in her eyes which boded no good for her maid “You don’t know how I’ve wanted to take her down a peg or two, Jack. She’s been in my service eighteen months now, and I am certain the way she’s flouted me had not a little to do with dear Harry’s becoming vexed with me and-”
“That’s a lie!” Kay cried out hoarsely, beside herself with fury as she tugged uselessly at her bound wrists tied high above her head. “Anyone with half an eye could see from the start that you couldn’t keep that nice husband of yours, so you just wanted to take it out on me. I could tell, you, how extravagant you were and-”
“That’s quite enough, Kay,” I broke in sternly. “You are only aggravating your mistress’ already considerable case against you. I am no judge of what happened between the two of you outside of my abode, but this I can tell you: the way you have acted toward us both this afternoon is itself enough to condemn you to rebuke many times over.”
“And what, sir, do you intend to do, sir?” Kay sneered. “When you let me go-as you’re going to have to, you know-I shall go to a constable and have you taken in charge for this outrageous insult.”
“Well, then, Marion, since she seems determined to charge us rather more seriously than we have already acted, do you not suppose we may as well merit the charge?” I turned to the beautiful brunette beside me.
Marion’s eyes shone, and she murmured, “Oh yes, Jack, I’m dying to see her come down off her high horse and start realizing her place!”
“Then why don’t you undress her and get her ready for the birch!” I asked, loudly enough to be heard by our proposed victim. Kay could not believe her ears.
“What? What did you just say? Birch me? You wouldn’t, you wouldn’t dare! Oh, I should like to see you try, I should! You’d dearly regret it if you lay a finger on me, I can tell you that!”
“It will not be a finger, but a good swishy birch, Kay, administered judiciously and soundly across your naked posterior,” was my cold answer.
“Oh, let me do it, Jack,” Marion gasped, her bosom rising and falling with excitement.
“She is your maid, after all, so it is only just that you should deliver her up to punishment,” I gallantly rejoined.
“At last!” Marion exclaimed, as she approached the horrified redhead, who until this very moment could not believe the testimony of her ears and eyes.
“No-I forbid you to-you shan’t-sir, are you going to let her undress me in your presence? This is indecent, outrageous, vile!”
“Not one twentieth part so vile as your sly insinuations about your mistress and her husband,” was my cold answer, “and if your modesty should be offended, you have only yourself to blame for it. Meanwhile, I shall go fetch the birch.”
I had cut two fresh birch rods that morning, one thin, long and very flexible, the other somewhat bulkier, binding them with a cloth strip to serve as handle and arranging them most expertly for the proper castigation of a female bottom. To be sure, the choice would be decided by the victim’s proportions, so one may judge with what impatience I awaited Marion’s preparations.
Marion lost no time. First unbuttoning the straps of Kay’s plain muslin dress, she dragged the garment down to the girl’s waist. Then she unbuttoned Kay’s undervest, leaving the redhead in only her chemise, which covered bosom and loins. This was not done, however, without frenzied threatening, shrieking and struggling, as Kay, absolutely frantic at the shameful thought of being undressed before a man, flung herself this way and that against her bonds.
“You will not be able to get her frock off without releasing her feet, Marion,” I suggested, “and I daresay you do not wish to do that since she is the mulish sort who will kick. Here, take this pair of scissors and cut it off her.”
“Oh, you miserable scoundrel, to do such a thing to a helpless girl,” Kay cried hysterically as she tried to lunge backwards as she saw Marion approach, scissors in hand. “Help me, for the Lord’s sake! Sir, sir, how can you stand there and let this happen to a defenseless girl, a decent girl who’s never done any harm to anyone in all her life?”
“I would not be surprised if you had quite a bit to do with harming Marion’s marriage,” I sternly replied, “but your mistress has asked for my aid and I am here to give it. You will have to appeal to her, I am afraid.”
By now Marion had cut the frock off and dragged it away, and now the undervest had been removed and Kay stood there in only her batiste chemise, her gray cotton stockings and plain black shoes. But that
She was magnificently svelte, and in some ways even more sinuous and supple than her mistress. Demurely cut as the chemise was it, did not in the least conceal the splendid promontories of her bosom, high-perched globes shaped somewhat like ripe pears, set widely apart and thrusting their voluptuously developed buds vigorously against the stuff of her chemise. From her slim waist there flared a pair of delectably sleek, agile hips, and her buttocks were broad ovals with a gradually widening furrow between them. Her thighs were delightfully long and almost boyishly slender.
“Oh, ma’am, no-for God’s sake, not in front of him! Have mercy on me!” Kay exclaimed, as she lunged back and tried to escape her mistress’s reach. But I stood there with hands clasped behind my back, enjoying the spectacle of this embattled vixen at bay and the still more exquisite scene of the once arrogant Marion’s playing the role of executioner. The buttons fell one by one to Marion’s nimble fingers, and now she moved to Kay’s other side, ignoring the girl’s sobbing pleas as she undid those as well. The chemise suddenly descended, falling to Kay’s hips, exposing those beautiful bubbies in all their glory.
“Ohhh! Oh my God, oh my God, cover me up, ma’am, I beg of you, not in front of him-don’t let him see me n- naked!” and already the anger in her voice had given way to real shame and terror, the two most voluptuously
