Of course, Mr. Cameron did not propose to let the younger sister, Rose, get off scot- free for her impertinence and defiance, even though his bout with voluptuous blonde Nellie had been amply satisfying.
About a week after Nellie’ s subjugation, Rose was admonished by Alice, who had just received a report from Miss Medbury that Rose’ s scholastic progress in class was not all that could be desired. Rose flushed indignantly, and instead of humbly taking this censure meekly, replied that she wasn’ t accountable to Alice at all. The brunette at once reported this to Mr. Cameron, who had Alice and Maude take the rebellious girl to the cellar and strip her of everything except her stockings, garters, camisole and snug white drawers, then tie her to the triangle and leave her to reflect on her impertinence and its imminent consequences.
Rose struggled against her two tormentresses, whom she resented as being no older than she, and it took the two wards a good deal of time and trouble to get Rose fixed to the triangle as had been ordered. She was finally subdued, however and blindfolded, to add to her suspense, as Mr. Cameron had ordered his wards not to inform her what was to be done with her.
In fact, Maude and Alice had had virtually to tear her dress and petticoats off her after first tying her wrists above her head to the peak of the steel triangle, so they could then proceed with fixing her legs astraddle. And Alice avenged herself with several malicious pinches of Rose’ s voluptuous backside and inner thighs which drew wails of pain from the rebel and the most involuntarily lewd wigglings imaginable.
When Mr. Cameron noiselessly made his way to the cellar half an hour later, it was to find Rose squirming about in her restless anxiety, and the sight of her lusciously rounded firm young body tensing and straddled at his mercy was one calculated to stir his carnal appetites to extreme. Maude had accompanied him back to the cellar, naked save for black silk hose and red garters, high- heeled sandals and a red satin dressing gown which was loosely belted and showed off the pink velvety valley of her magnificent round breasts in the most thrilling way.
“ I hope, Uncle Charles,” Maude spoke at last, “ you are going to flog this naughty girl soundly this time. You let her off the last, and you see how rebellious she has become, besides doing unsatisfactory work in her studies.”
“ I do indeed,” he replied, whilst Rose gasped and twisted about, jerking at her wrists in a useless attempt to free herself. “ Hand me that long slender birch, if you please, Maude, for there is nothing like a triangle to hold a naughty girl’ s forms in good position to be touched up by the rod.”
Maude hastened to bring him a birch of about five long slim withes, and he stationed himself in front of the blindfolded captive, reaching out to brush each of her swelling bosoms with the flexible tips of the switches. Rose moaned and executed a smart backward maneuver to escape the atrociously disconcerting touch of the rod on so sensitive an area, but he pursued her, keeping the rod grazing one of her pert nipplebuds, till she gasped, “ Oh, not there! Please if you must birch me, do it on the proper place!”
“ I shall birch you thoroughly, never fear, Miss Rose,” he taunted whilst he moved the birch over the other breast rubbing its tips back and forth while she threw back her head and squirmed away as much as her bonds allowed, “ but I shall decide which naughty part of you deserves to be switched. Now let us try a few little flicks to see if you are still inclined to be mutinous.” So saying, he dashed the end of the slender rod right over Rose’ s left breast, and the penitent, with a shrill squeal of pain, lunged back, clawing the air with her dainty little fingers. For fully ten minutes Mr. Cameron tantalized the unfortunate captive in this way, patting her temptingly firm round breasts with just the ends of the flexible switches, then holding her in dire suspense while he brandished the rod over her panting young bosom before nicking her left or right breast. Her sobs and groans were music to his ears, and his eyes feasted on the frantic evasive twists and wiggles Rose made to get away from the diabolically stinging little flicks.
Now he made a sign, and Maude, casting off her robe, knelt facing him and took out his savagely rampant lance whilst he moved to face the condemned bottom in its snug white drawers. The camisole had been rucked up by Maude and pinned about the victim’ s armpits.
Laying the birch over her plump bottomsummits, he kept Rose in torturing suspense for a long time till at last he drew back his arm and swished the rod right over both huddling buttocks. The tightfitting white drawers, without a crease, seemed like a second skin, which gave him an aesthetic pleasure and enabled him to prolong the flogging without being moved to too quick a reprieve by seeing the angry red stripes which the birch left on a girl’ s bare skin. Rose threw back her head and ground her teeth to keep from crying out, as she did not want Maude to gloat over her martyrdom, and Mr. Cameron, realizing this, determined to make her beg for mercy.
After a dozen slowly inflicted cuts from top to base, Rose was groaning and restlessly shifting herself from side to side. Maude had now begun, at his nod, to fondle his enraged manhood in her soft little hands and now commenced kissing the red, angry tip as he began to lay the birch in diagonal cuts all over poor Rose’ s dancing backside. A dozen more, and the poor girl broke down and tearfully begged, “ Oh, sir, I beg pardon for my naughtiness, but do please spare me any more, it cuts me horribly!”
Maude came forward at his sign to take scissors and snip off Rose’ s drawers; her bottom was furiously streaked and livid here and there, but the skin had not yet been seriously cut. “ I think you can bear a few more good strokes” he commented hoarsely, and Maude knelt back down, this time to take his organ in her ruby- red lips and nuzzle it while he applied five or six quick swishing cuts over the base of Rose’ s bare seat and her upper thighs that drew wild yells of suffering and violent contortions that made her triangle creak with her frenetic lunges. “ Go on!” he gasped to Maude, who, tickling his hairy, well laden sacks of manhood with her fingers and engoring her soft warm mouth with his organ, brought him to the pitch as he sent the rod whistling over Rose’ s bare bottomcheeks with a last half dozen vertical cuts. A cry of joy burst from him as he at last cast aside the rod, and Maude received his copious tribute to Venus in her readied mouth. He declared it was the best flogging he had ever given….
Two nights later, at supper, Rose knocked over the saltcellar, and Maude was quick to call his attention to this clumsiness. “ Take her to the cellar and tie her on the couch,” was his decree. “ No, you shan’ t, it isn’ t fair,” Rose protested indignantly. But Maude and Alice seized the lovely brownette and dragged her down the steps, then removed all of her clothes except a pair of black silk drawers, tying her wrists and ankles with slim cords which were in turn made fast to rings sewn into the couch.
They went back to tell Mr. Cameron the victim was ready for her punishment, and he ordered again, “ Alice, go fetch a bouquet of fresh nettles and wrap their stems in cloth for a handle. You, Maude take the scissors and snip out the crotch of Miss Rose’ s drawers; then you will shave her between her legs and tie her ankles to the pulley ropes overhead so her legs will be hugely straddled and drawn well up in the air. Now hurry!”
Nellie, hearing all this, meekly lowered her eyes and blushed. “ I am happy to see, Nellie, that you don’ t try to override my orders for punishing your rebellious sister.” he jested. “ If you are a very good girl, I may summon you to my bedchamber tonight. Now go to your room and prepare yourself for bed.”
Nellie at once left the table, whilst he savored his glass of port and a cheroot, by the time finishing which Maude had come back to tell him that Rose was prepared for her ordeal and neatly shaven between her yawning, up- tractioned legs.
At last he entered the cellar to find Rose lying on her back on the couch, arms stretched well beyond her head, naked save for her drawers the apex of which had been carefully cut away so that the soft pink lips of her maiden love triangle gaped before him, exposing the mysterious entryway to her Venus hollow, while her plump bottomcheeks were tightly shaped out by the snug black silk drawers. On the floor beside the couch lay the scissors and a pile of soft thick dark silky lovetufts, the result of Maude’ s extirpilatory endeavors.
In a blue porcelain vase on a little tabouret near the couch on which Rose lay, two bouquets of nettles had been placed, as well as a low footstool on which he promptly seated himself. Rose turned scarlet with shame as she saw the virile, handsome man before her, clad only in his dressing gown and slippers and his eyes fixing on the immodestly proffered secret charm of her maiden slit whose plump soft labia poutingly gaped through the cut in her silk drawers, as well as on her now rapidly rising and falling naked bosom.
“ You are still obstinate, are you, Miss Rose?” he remarked as he put on a rubber glove which was in the pocket of his gown, and took up one of the bouquets with their urticating blossoms.” We shall see what a little touching up with freshly cut nettles does for you, my girl.” With this, he tapped the bouquet right over the valley of those two naked loveturrets, and Rose wiggled, twisted her head from side to side and squealed with pain: “ OOooj- ahh- ohh, it burns, it burns!” Whilst she dragged at her bound wrists beyond her head and tried to arch her torso away from the deadly blooms.
Lightly he began to apply tiny little flicks all over her panting naked breasts, while Rose sobbed, groaned, squealed, tried to drag her updrawn straddled legs free of the cords that pinioned her dainty ankles. The deadly nettles left angry swellings and tiny whitish blisters all over those enchanting maiden lovegoblets, and by the time he at last paused, Rose was in-. coherently imploring him to stop and her body shaken by countless convulsive tremors which made her lascivious almost- nakedness that much more inflammatory to the voluptuary.
Casting aside the frayed bouquet, he studied her tearstained, contorted face and demanded, “ I take it you are feeling less rebellious now, Miss Rose?”
“ Oooh- ahh- ohh- ouu- y- yes, Mr. Cameron- oh please do stop now, I can’ t stand any more!”
“ Quite the contrary, you can stand a great deal more if I decide you must bear it. You regret your impertinence to me and my nieces by now?”
“ Oh, yes, yes, please, yes, anything, but do untie me and let me go,” she sobbed.
He reached for the other bouquet of nettles, and gravely considering her lovely, anguished face, resumed: “ To prove your humility, Miss Rose, you are going to beg me please to flick you well between your legs with this new bunch of nettles. Ask me to give you thirty good flicks, then!”
“ Ohh, not so many, in heaven’ s dear name, I shall surely die!”
He brushed her gaping, shorn plump lovelips with the tips of the urticating blooms, and poor Rose raised her head and shouted aloud in her distress, whilst her beautiful bare legs frenziedly shook and contracted and gaped in the most erratic pattern, the pulley aloft creaking from her exertions.
“ Say it! Thirty good flicks, well in between your naked legs! Or I shall double it,” he threatened, again flicking her lightly over the tempting, sensitive maiden spot.
“ Aiii! Ohh ahrrr- ohhh, it hurts, it hurts- oh- please- Mr. C- Cameron, please give me- oh, do have pity, not so many-”
“ Then you prefer sixty, perhaps.” Again he deftly flicked the blooms over the slit in her drawers.
“ Eyahhrr! Ohh no! Oh please, g- give me th- thirty go- good flicks- we- ll in b- between my- my- n- naked- l- legs, ohh- ohh!” she babbled tearfully.
“ Very well, and you shall count them as they come. Get ready for the first, then!” Backing the footstool a little to have better commandeering of her upraised yawning legs, he brandished the bouquet over her virgin spot and then dashed it down against the yawning lovepinks of her maiden quim.
“ Ouu- ahahhrrr- one! Ohh my God, you’ ll kill meeee!” Rose wailed, threshing her legs this way and that and arching up her bosom so tightly that the blotched globes looked as if hewn out of discolored marble.
He kept switching her between the legs for a long time, and Rose interspersed the count with abject tears, cries, pleas and moaning wails as the nettles did their cruelly stinging work in so tender a region.
At last she cried out “ Thirty!” and he cast aside the bouquet. Then he began to untie her, and, meanwhile, when he had let her up, walked over to an oaken chest, opened it and took out a pair of snug white silk drawers which he tossed to her. “ Put these on and get hold of the trapeze bar if you don’ t want me to birch those drawers off of you,” he menaced.
Rose quite forgot her sobs and tears to wriggled into the drawers, which Maude had bought in town to the measurements she had previously taken; they clung so tightly over the lovely brownette’ s bottomcheeks that these rondures were shaped out as if about to burst through the thin material. Rose scrambled over to the bar, reached up and caught hold of it, glancing wildly back over a bare dimpled shoulder as he approached, shuttlecock paddle in hand.
“ I am not going to tie you, Miss Rose, but I am going to smack your bottom.”
“ Ohh, how many must I bear, for pity’ s sake, sir?”
“ Till I tire of smacking, is how many. With white drawers, it gives me the view of an immaculate bottom, so that I can go on smacking for a long time and there are no marks shown,” he cruelly explained. Then, patting her behind, he laid a couple of stinging, noisy smacks over the plump hemispheres, and Rose wriggled and sobbed and squirmed uneasily.
Finally, after about eighteen, she looked back, and striving to control her voice, stammered in a low voice,
“ Sir, I- I am trying to be humble and obedient and take my punishment, but I would entreat you please to go to bed with me and spare me any more whipping.”
He paused, the paddle pressed over the base of both her tightly snugged bottomcheeks, and finally responded, “ I almost would prefer whipping you, but I cannot be so ungallant as to refuse so charming an invitation. Very well, Go bring me that short handled birch in the corner and come to me on the couch.”
“ Ohh, sir!” Rose wailed, clasping her hands in prayer before him,
“ Is that your idea of docility?” he ironically quipped and the frantic beauty hurried to procure the birch, her lovely naked bosom bobbing and jiggling as she ran.
Stripping naked, he lay down on the couch and took up the scissors; then, as she timidly approached, birch in trembling hand, he ordered her to stand with straddled legs before him and hold her breath whilst he snipped away at the place between her legs till the swollen lips of her virgin secret gaped before him.
Taking the birch, he ordered her to get over him, and, reaching over her, applied two or three quick little cuts over her squirming bottom. When she sobbed out for mercy, he replied, “ I am preparing you to be had, so stop your caterwauling before I really decide to flog you instead of have you, Miss Rose,” which quieted her supplications at once.
Directing her hold to place herself so as to engage his rampant shaft with her tender gaping fissure, Mr. Cameron made her sink down till his fierce rigidity broke through her tender barrier, and, grabbing her, pulling her down atop and over him, locking his left arm round her waist whilst he flicked and swished the short birch over her drawers- sheathed posterior. Thus between two fires, the lovely captive did not take long in squirming and moaning as she experienced the deep penetration of his lance, and the smarting of the rod over her tender backside forced her to gyrate and wriggle in the most salacious way, which heightened his lust and, in due course, brought her to swooning surrender.
As he neared climax, he applied a furious slash over the base of her bottom that drew a cry of pain, and he drowned it with a sucking kiss whilst holding her tight to him, and shot his bubbling seed deep into her womb, at which Rose, feeling her floodgates ease, merged to him with a moaning cry of tortured ecstasy. And thus Mr. Cameron subjugated a beautiful young rebel and made her his willing, acquiescent loveslave…