her stockings in place on her long, lovely legs.
“Aiii! Oh, for God’s sake, will you stop now?” Kay cried in a strident voice. “It is brutal, it is cowardly, to beat a helpless, decent girl like this and to have a man stand by and gloat over her shameful nakedness.”
“You should have thought of that before you gave yourself such airs, my girl,” Marion sanctimoniously responded, and inflicted yet another whistling cut of the flexible rod, this time biting home across the upper summits of Kay’s shuddering, naked bottomcheeks and drawing a hoarse, sobbing cry of “Oh, for God’s sake, have mercy. You’re cutting me to pieces. Stop, I pray you, stop!”
Chapter 15
Marion paused now, exhilarated by this fascinating new sport, finding it no doubt a joyous change to wield the rod instead of herself being the wielder’s victim. Then, stepping back a pace or two to give herself more room, she swept the birch from right to left, and holding it at about the level of her own hip, swished it venomously across the tops of Kay’s naked behind. Again the tethered captive lunged forward, her thighs shuddering and trying to clench, and her cry was piercing in its intensity:
“Eeeeooowwww!! For Lord’s sake, sir, make her stop now, that’s quite enough now! Oh dear, I know I’m bleeding!”
“You are prone to exaggeration as well as to insolence, my girl,’’ I mockingly observed, “for the skin is nowhere broken, and judging by your mistress’s surprising skill on her very first essay, I should judge that your naughty backside can stand a good many more such vigorous cuts before there is the slightest tear in your impudent skin. You are, I believe, so calloused morally and temperamentally as to have the same imperviousness to pain as you do the infiltration of humility and proper manners in a domestic!”
Marion huskily laughed with delight at this sarcastic little speech, and as I finished it, she loosed yet another stroke of the birch full over the ripest curves of her maid’s squirming and writhing bottomcheeks, eliciting another piteous wail and a frantic lunging from side to side, till the rope-pulleys creaked in protest.
“Perhaps,” Marion declared, “this will help teach you not to go about carrying tales of my private affairs, my girl!”
And with this, she administered still another whisking slash of the birch just where the base of Kay’s voluptuous naked behind merged into the ripe, jouncy contours of the summits.
“Aiiii! Ohh Lord, oh dear, oh sir, sir, for God’s sake get her to stop before she kills me, I can’t endure such torture, truly I can’t!” And again Kay turned her tearstained face back over her shoulder as she sought a reprieve from me for this exemplary chastisement.
“Will you stop that caterwauling, my girl, before I really give you something to squeal about?” Marion angrily demanded, “I have hardly begun to chastise you as you deserve, you spiteful, tale-bearing baggage!”
“Oh dear heaven, did you hear that, sir? She won’t be content until she has killed me. Oh, do make her stop, I implore you!” Kay sobbingly pleaded, her eyes very big and blurred with tears, as once again she turned her head to appeal to me for mercy.
“I will say only that when next you bare your tail, you had best not antagonize your mistress as you have so injudiciously done already,” I could not resist from punning. Then, to Marion, I urged, “But pray continue, my dear sister-in-law to be, for I begin to perceive you are making some headway at last, for she is beginning to feel the cuts.”
“I would say it was more a case of ‘tailway’.” To my great delight Marion showed herself to be as deft a punster, thereby indicating her evident relish for this exquisite little game, as again she patted her maid’s naked, well-streaked posterior with the swishiest rod.
“Oh, how can you be so wickedly inhuman and merciless, sir, to let a poor, helpless girl suffer like this?” Kay sobbingly asked, and her body lunged forward again, bending like a bow, to escape the dire inclinations of the rod. “I only wish it was she who was getting this instead of me, for she’d be begging off from the very first cut and- aaarrrhhhh! Ohh, mercy, mercy, you’re tearing me to shreds. Oh, do have mercy and stop now, for Lord’s sake!”
Her sobbing declaration was suddenly cut off as Marion slashed the birch with a quick and brisk maneuver which licked round Kay’s satiny right hip and on towards the most intimate part of all her body.
“I should not deafen other people with such braying sounds,” Marion sarcastically retorted, and, growing more vehement by the moment as she found sensual excitement in her sport, administered a backhanded cut of the rod from left to right which sent the twigs whistling over the top of Kay’s left hip whilst the solid portion of the switches made stinging impact against the top of the minx’s left buttock and leaped across to visit the other cheek with an equally ardent salutation.
“Owww! Oh dear, oh, I shall faint, I am beside myself with pain. Oh, sir, what must I do to have you beg me off? Oh dear lord, such torture for a poor, helpless girl. It is unjust and cruel indeed,” Kay lamented. Her head lifted and then bowed, she dragged on her wrist-ropes incessantly, and her now vividly striped naked backside jerked and weaved and twisted and squirmed, presenting my enchanted eyes with a most voluptuous vision in the famous and infallibly prick-hardening “dance of the rod.”
“Are you ready to apologize for all your nastiness, my girl?” her mistress queried To hasten Kay’s reply, she vengefully cut away at the
“Eeeowww!! Oh, yes! Oh, please, ma’am, do have mercy. I’m sorry if I angered you, truly I am. Oh, won’t you stop now before you kill me?”
“And do you promise never, never again to make such a show of insolence and overbearing impudence when you accompany me to Mr. Jack’s apartment or anywhere else I choose to go?” Marion persisted, and this query too she punctuated with a slash of the rod that fairly danced off Kay’s bare, jouncy bottom, this in diagonal fashion to bridge the quaking, flinching nether hemispheres and to leave a bright, angry weal on the fine, creamy skin already so piteously marred by stripes and darkening little splotches where the harsher knots at certain sections of the withes had made pitiless impact with that fair flesh.
“Ahhhrrrr! Oh, truly I will, truly I’ll know my place, I swear it, ma’am, only do stop, I can’t bear any more-oh, I can’t, I can’t! Oh, Mr. Jack, do make her stop now-I’ll be good-I won’t give offense ever again, you may be sure of it, sir!”
“I rather think she has had her due from you, my dear Marion,” I now interceded, “and besides, my dear, you are out of breath and very flushed. Do you sit down in that convenient chair and rest yourself a bit.”
Marion handed me the rod with a long, panting sigh of pleasure, and judging from the humid glow in her dark blue eyes and the quivering of her moist red lips, as well as the heaving of her superb bosom, she had quite enjoyed herself as a practitioner of the rod.
“Are you going to let her down now, Jack dear?” she asked as she seated herself in the chair which had been pulled up to the right of the tethered maid, enabling her to view both back and front of the captive.
“Why, not yet at all,” was my answer, “for although you have settled your score with this saucy baggage, I still have one of my own to settle with her.”
With this, I moved around to face the aghast redhead who, seeing the dreadful instrument of her suffering gripped firmly in my right hand, let out a pitiful wail of: “Oh my Lord, surely not more whipping? Oh, sir, I apologize to you, truly I do-oh, do forgive me now and spare me. I am at the end of my endurance!”
“Not at all, my girl,” was my sardonic retort, “for I do not propose to birch your insolent backside. The rest of you, however, is quite untouched and will provide ample terrain for our little reckoning.”
At this, I extended the rod and patted her across the tops of her naked thighs, very near that dark-red thatched mound which was the temple of her young womanhood.
Kay stared down at the rod with a horrified incredulity and then, with a mad lunge backwards, threw back her head and shrieked, “Oh heavens-oh, surely you won’t whip me there? Oh, sir, be merciful now, I beg you humbly for forgiveness!”
“I shall accept your supplication only after you have had your chastisement, as that will guarantee that you will keep your promise of better conduct in the future,” was my answer.
Drawing back my arm, I lightly made the flexible rod dart across those shaking, distended, creamy upper
