rousing emotions a man can discern in a proposed female captive.
Those bubbies were wonderfully firm and uptilting, with narrow, dark coral aureolae, and extremely well- developed nipples. Her navel, also, was a jewel in the flesh, very dainty, deep and very narrow, and in the frenzied play of her muscles as she threw herself this way and that against her bonds, it seemed to wink at me as if inviting me to pay its owner ardent tribute-which I surely meant to do.
The chemise would go no lower, owing to the straddle of her legs. Marion seized at the folds of the garments and tugged at them, ignoring Kay’s piteous pleas for mercy, but found the progress impeded. Again to my delight, without being told, she resorted to the scissors, and then I uttered a gasp of unconcealed admiration as the garment fell to the floor and Kay stood exposed, naked except for the stockings, before us both.
The silky thatch at the juncture of her thighs was extremely thick and of a darker, more auburn shade than the hair of her lovely arrogant head. She was, to be truthful, even more thickly furred than her mistress, whose public foliage I have already intimately described.
Discovering herself so shamelessly unveiled, Kay closed her eyes, turned her face to one side, and desperately tugged at her bound wrists, shrieking wordless plaints and madly trying to clench her thighs, so the muscles stood out under the satiny pale, milky skin of her thighs.
I now went to the closet and brought back both birch rods, one in each hand-the bulkier in my left. My preference was for the lighter one, for though Kay’s bottom was spacious, it had that compact, sinuous quality to it that fairly cried out for a thinner, swishier rod.
My own, rod, as you may well guess by this time, was violently turgid, but I made no effort to conceal my protuberance from Kay’s dilated, horrified eyes. I turned to Marion now, handing her the birch in my right hand and remarking, “I believe you will find this birch ideally suited to her insolent posterior.”
“Oh, it looks as if it will really sting her properly, Jack,” Marion exulted as she took it in her right hand, brandishing it about with many a vicious swish in the air, under the eyes of the now thoroughly frightened maid.
“You surely aren’t going to hit me with that dreadful thing! Oh, sir, please don’t let her beat me-she’s got such a terrible temper, you’ve no idea. She’ll cut me to ribbons, I know she will.”
“And so you richly deserve, you sharp-tongued, maliciously gossiping baggage,” I irritatedly retorted. “I will not lift
Taking her place behind Kay, Marion called out to me, “How many do you think I should give her, Jack?”
“Why, as to that, dear, let your conscience be your guide,” I laughingly retorted. “But mind you, lay them on slowly so she will have ample time to feel the effects of each good stroke. You will also find the lower part of her bottom is much more sensitive to a birch like that, which cuts and stings and draws, than the upper region. Also, listen carefully to her assuredly vivid descriptions of what she is undergoing, which will give you a much-needed clue as to what quota you may set for this her first flogging.”
“Oh, you heartless, you dreadful man, to stand by and let me so brutally treated. No, no-oh, for God’s sake, sir, have pity!”
“I have already told you I am
“Now then, Miss,” Marion addressed her as she laid the swishy rod full across the fleshiest curves of her maid’s clenching and trembling naked bottomcheeks, “I am going to teach you manners, I am, and you are not going to get off very lightly. Kick me in the shins, would you? Tell me that my husband sought your advice about me, would you? You shall repent your insolence, my girl, to the very fullest.”
With this, after patting Kay’s naked bottom a few times, she drew back her right arm and made the birch sing out a doleful
With a piercing cry of pain, Kay lunged forward and offered the furry gate of her cunt to my blazing eyes. It was all I could do to keep from reaching out and squeezing those heaving bubbies of hers, or caressing her naked belly, or inserting a finger under all those shaggy, dark-red curls to find the delicious inlet to her female secrets.
A second cut now fell, and Kay shrieked aloud, glancing back as she lunged forward, the pulleys creaking under the strain.
“Hold off a bit now, Marion,” I advised. “You’re going about it much too quickly. Besides, we should put the mirror in front of Kay so she will be prepared for the next cut.”
In a few moments I had the huge mirror standing in front of the naked redhead, just as I had done with Marion so recently. The distracted, frantic, naked sufferer perceived herself in the mirror and stared, observing the thickly ringletted fleece between her straddled thighs, and with a gasp of shame, tried with all her powers to clench her thighs and hide that enticing nook from my view.
I now went behind the redhead to observe Marion’s handiwork The very first two cuts of that slim, whippy rod had left angry, bright pink streaks across both Kay’s quivering, clenching buttocks; and the vivid, lascivious sight of these stigmata on that wonderfully milky-pale skin of hers was absolutely devastating to my carnal instincts. Her back was deeply hollowed and her shoulders slim and graceful, while the suppleness of her limbs and muscles thoroughly entranced me. If Marion had not been present, I fear I should have deferred Kay’s birching for a most gratifying interlude which had as its aim the determination of her virginity, of which state I had, needless to say, no present knowledge.
“Excellent, my dear,” I approved, “but take care not to hurry the cuts and to keep this naughty minx waiting in suspense for each. The proper effect of a good birching is to augment from moment to moment the burning sting of the cut just inflicted, so that the naughty culprit will feel even more apprehensive over the one to follow. And remember my injunction that the underpart of her big bottom is likely to be far more sensitive than the upper region.”
“Oh, you hateful, shameless ruffian,” Kay tearfully sobbed, as she turned her head back over shoulder to regard me, “you go beyond propriety and decency in this! Oh, I will make you pay for the outrage to my person and to my modesty-I will-Owww!”
In the midst of her tirade, I had made a gesture to Marion, who had promptly regaled the red-haired baggage with a brisk slash just over the base of both flinching nether globes. Taken by surprise, Kay lunged forward with a wild cry of pain, and the play of her muscles and the jerking of her thighs, together with the contractions of her buttocks, blended together into the most sensual choreography in all the world.
“Now that was excellently done, Marion, And she has just demonstrated the truth of what I advised. Concentrate on the lower curves of that impertinent posterior, and you will be amazed in the transformation in this unruly creature!” I remarked.
I could tell that Marion was entering into the spirit of the game, and with bosom heaving and eyes sparkling, she planted herself like a veteran flagellatress, turned somewhat sideways and at Kay’s left, whilst she now patted her maid’s shrinking, naked seat with the swishy, long, supple rod as if to intimate where the next stroke would be applied. Kay caught her breath and groaned, steeling herself, whereupon Marion drew back her arm and lunged it forward with full strength. The twigs whisked around to the right, towards the victim’s groin, and Kay again shouted in anguish under that slashing cut. Her skin was quite well marked by now, and it was most sensitive and delicate, I saw.
“Oh, how delicious this is-to be able to punish her as she deserves, the spiteful jade,” Marion murmured to me as she sent me a humid look of happy gratitude. Then, glancing down at my person, she blushingly whispered, “And you, sir, have a rod in store for my maid, I see, instead of for me!”
What boundless delight these words inspired in me, dear reader, you may well imagine! I could not have dreamed of so perfect a conversion as I had made in this so-apt pupil in fucking and flogging, for look you, she had, in one bound and in that single phrase, told me she would permit me to enjoy the charms of her maid as well as herself.
“But you will always have first preference,” I murmured back ingratiatingly.
With a soft laugh, Marion swept another whistling cut, this time across the tops of Kay’s straddled thighs, the switches licking greedily at the pale, soft skin just above the flouncy, white satin-elastic rosette garters which held
