columns of Kay’s delicious thighs and was rewarded by her frenzied twisting and lunging and her harassed scream of “Eeeowwww! Oh, it is dreadful there-oh, please it hurts me worse, sir, far worse-oh, Mr. Jack, do be kind and pardon me any more-I can’t stand it, sir.”
“But you will just have to stand it till I am satisfied,” I gloated, as again I laid the rod just above the tops of her stockings and watched her squirm and shrink, her eyes huge with anguish, drowned with tears which began to rivulet down her cheeks.
“I think before I proceed further,” I remarked, “I shall have your stockings down, as they furnish rather too much protection for the whipping of your thighs.”
Laying down the rod, which was already somewhat frayed from Marion’s energetic application to the redhead’s voluptuous bare bottom, I squatted down and applied my hands to the flouncy rosette on Kay’s left thigh, then tugged it down to her ankle.
“Oh, don’t-oh, sir, don’t shame me any more. Oh, please, it’s dreadful for me to be like this in front of you-oh, do have mercy, I’ll be ever so good-I apologize, truly I do, but spare me any more, let me go now!” she sobbed, heartrendingly.
I did not let myself be softened by this plaint, but now rolled down the stocking, disclosing the admirable and creamy-sheened contours of as delightfully dimpled a knee and as temptingly curved a calf as a warm-blooded man might ever hope to behold at such close proximity.
Now I began to palpate that enchanting calf and knee with lingering touches, which made the frantic, naked victim struggle afresh with her bonds as she desperately strove to clench her legs and conceal to some extent the thickly furred gap between her naked legs, though she could not entirely hide it,. I now proceeded to the other stocking and garter and had them down in a trice, and then I slipped off her shoes; at first she tried to plant her feet solidly on the floor to prevent this, but a slight pinch to each calf drew a cry and an involuntary movement of her imprisoned legs so that I was able to divest her of her footgear. This done, it was a simple matter to take stocking and garter completely off each leg, and now Kay was clad only in her blushes, a true daughter of Eve.
“Now I think we are ready to proceed with this part of your correction, my girl,” I told her as I retrieved the birch and stood before her switching it about in the air and watching with sly amusement at the terrified way her tear-blurred, hugely dilated eyes shifted hither and yon to follow its menacing flourishes.
“Oh, don’t-oh, please, no more! I can’t stand it! Oh, sir, what must I do to entreat you? I swear before my mistress, truly I do, I shan’t ever give offense again! Oh, do have mercy now and let me go!” she babbled.
I stepped back a little to get the proper range and extended the birch till its flexible tips brushed her left leg just above the knee and to the inside.
“Let us see how sensitive it is
“Eeeeouuuuuuu!! Oh, dear Lord, I can’t endure it, it’s terrible! Oh, sir, Mr. Jack, do spare me, it hurts as much as on my poor b-b-bottom!” she wailed.
“I am encouraged to hear you say as much,” was my cynical rejoinder, “for after your insistence that your backside was cut to ribbons when there was hardly a scratch showing, I was beginning to think you were thick- skinned everywhere,” and with this, patting the other jerking, creamy leg in the same manner and in the same place, I regaled it with a similar deft whisk, producing a frantic plunging and twisting about which made her bubbies jiggle in the most appetizing manner and tore a shrill plaint from her trembling lips.
“Perhaps a little higher up will be still more effective,” I commented as I pressed the tips of the withes about midway up on the inside of her left thigh.
She was trembling violently now as she stared down at the switches, and the muscles of her legs flexed supremely as she strove without avail to close them.
“Oh, Mr. Jack, oh heavens, not there-you’ll kill me-you’ll kill me! Oh sir, I beg you, I pray you, I entreat you most humbly, do spare me and forgive me! I’ll do anything you order, I swear I will, if you’ll only put down that dreadful rod!”
“I shall put it down when you have had your punishment in full and not before, so you might as well steel yourself and make up your mind to endure what you have so justly merited,” I pronounced.
Thereupon I cut at her inner thigh with a dexterous movement of my wrist, and Kay flung back her head and shrieked with pain as the lashes curled eagerly over the tender, sensitive column, her bottom plunging from side to side, and of course affording me the greatest visual pleasure as her cunt gaped and even exposed exquisite glimpses of the soft, twitching pink lips through the dark-red foliage.
Now I patted the other leg at the same place halfway up the slender, creamy thigh, and tears ran down Kay’s cheeks as she pitifully besought me to grant her mercy from the burning slashes. By now, as you can guess, my own rod was in a ferocious state of readiness, and I would as soon apply one as the other because the voluptuous nakedness of this dashingly handsome pert little minx whetted all my carnal appetites.
“Let us see if the birch will not be even more efficacious somewhat higher up,” I ruminated, and poor Kay, whimpering and sobbing, flung herself about every which way to escape its searching quest, which ended when the tips of the withes pressed home against her left inner thigh just below that exquisite juncture of her furry crotch.
“Oh, not there-for God’s sake, not there, I beg you humbly!” poor Kay pleaded, but I was adamant, and rod swept over the designated spot, producing an even more frantic twisting and a piercing yell of intolerable anguish.
Nothing daunted, I transferred the swishy rod to the other thigh just below her cunt, and after I savored her tearful and hysterical supplications to be let off, applied a stinging slash.
Marion had followed all this scene with the greatest interest, and from the panting of her magnificent bubbies and the spiteful glow in her great blue eyes, as well as from the tell-tale sign of her soft pink tongue creeping about the corners of her rosy mouth, I knew that this once haughty and aloof sister of my beloved Alice fully shared my own sadistically erotic impulses towards the red-haired captive.
For now she exhorted me, “Don’t spare the naughty minx, Jack dear! Birch her well! Why, all this fuss over a few mild cuts, you’d think she was being flayed alive.”
At this, Kay turned her face and piteously sobbed, “Only a few cuts? Oh my Lord, ma’am, I only wish you had to bear as many. You’d be begging mercy just as I am. Oh, how can you be so heartless to me?”
Now the time had come for me to substitute rods, as it were, for my prick would have no more of this sublimation, however exciting. And so, lowering the rod for a moment to give Kay a brief respite, I proceeded without warning to lift it till the tips of the switches pressed home against her furry cunt.
“Ooooh-noooo! For God’s sake, not there! You’ll kill me! Oh, Mr. Jack, for God’s sake, don’t whip me there!”
Her voice was wildly strident as she strained herself, as if wishing to lift herself up from the firmament and away from the deadly menace of the birch. I kept patting her cunt with the tip of the birches all this time, to impress upon her more firmly the utter hopelessness of her situation, and then I sternly demanded, “Your spiteful tongue and your insolence have really not earned you any leniency, Kay. So you must think of something better than words to appease my determination for evening our score. If you cannot, I fear you must be content with enduring your punishment till it pleases me to suspend it.”
Thus intimating to her that I would consider her plea to be had instead of birched, I lowered the rod slowly, whilst her horrified and tear-drowned eyes wildly followed its peregrinations. Just as my wrist was about to flick upwards and deliver the diabolical sting into her tenderest gape, she shrieked, “Oh, don’t! I’ll do whatever you want-anything. Only for God’s sake, ma’am, don’t let him hit me there-not between the legs-oh, for God’s sake, don’t!”
“You must address your supplications to me now, not your mistress, since this portion of your chastisement concerns only the two of us,” I interrupted. “For that further insolence, you shall have an extra three cuts in the same place after you have had your dozen.”
“Ohh, my God, not so many-oh, not between the legs-wait-please don’t whip me there-yes, I’ll beg you- anything you want-oh, please, not between the legs-good heavens, you’ll kill a girl there-mercy, mercy, Mr. Jack!” she wildly babbled.
“You must be more explicit than that,” I told her as I feigned lifting the rod up towards her vulnerable Mount of Venus. Her body writhed and shrank, twisting frenziedly, as she shrieked,
