DONT, OH MY GOD, I SHALL DIE OF SHAME!” she shrieked, lunging this way and that to escape the sly twirling and grazing of the plume. Meanwhile, behind her, unbeknownst to her, Mr. Cameron, his organ in a fine state of furious tribute to the luscious nakedness before him, drew back a thick, flexible birch and brought it down with a whistling hiss across the ripest curves of both naked discolored bottomglobes. With a yell of agony, Nancy Medbury jerked forward, and Alice delved the feather deep between the plump soft twitching corals of the instructress’ s lovecore. Desperately jerking back, she offered her inflamed bottom to the birch, which magisterially decorated the lower summits with a thudding cut, and once again the choreography of forward- back, forward- back, was repeated as, timing Miss Medbury’ s convulsive wrigglings and lungings, Mr. Cameron slashed at her burning backside with his birch to force her onto Alice’ s feather.
“ Ohh- ahrr- ahh my God, I cannot endure such torture- oh, stop birching me Mr. Cameron, I beseech you-” Swishh- thuck-“ Ahhaiiiiahrr! Ohh, no more, no more, have pity, I shall surely die-” Swishhthuck- swishthuck-“ Ohh- ahhrr- aiiouuuuuu! Mercy, oh, I will do anything in the world if you’ ll put that dreadful birch down and let me go, sir- ohh, I am torn and bleeding, I am dying, ohh, the pain!”
Swishhthuck- swishthuck-“ You are not dying, and your energetic movements and loud voice amply evidence that fact, Miss Medbury-” Swishhthuck-
“ Eaahrr- ohh, have mercy on me, I’ m only a poor woman, my flesh cannot stand such torture- enough, enough- what must I do to have you stop?”
As he paused, panting with lust from the magnificent sight of her contortions, the flaming, fiery- striped cheeks of her behind in constant mobile play, Alice insidiously began to flick the tip of the plume over the palpitating plump lovecurls of the victim’ s virginal slit, and Nancy Medbury moaned and sobbed, unconsciously squirming from side to side as even in the midst of the intolerable burning of her bottom, certain indefinable sensations began to rise in her maidenly loins.
“ Perhaps you yourself will find the answer,” he roguishly suggested as he patted her plump bottom, and sent a vicious swishing cut across the upper hipslopes.
“ Aaahrr! Ohh God, whatever do you mean? Oh, have pity- you are tearing the skin off my poor behind,” Nancy Medbury wailed as she twisted and lunged this way and that.
“ If I were in your place, Nancy,” whispered Alice, staring up greedily at the jerking bare deep- naveled belly and the flexing cords along Nancy Medbury’ s beautiful velvety- creamy inner thighs, “ I shall beg Mr. Cameron to spare me the birch and go to bed with me instead. I surely would, were I in your situation!”
“ OOHH NOO!” Nancy Medbury cried out in sobbing horror, but the birch lowered to flick up between her straddled bare legs, and a wild shriek, “ OHH NOT THERE, OH MY GOD IN HEAVEN, NOT THAT, PARDON, PARDON, HAVE MERCY!” was wrested from her.
“ Go ahead, Nancy before he gets very wroth with you,” Alice perfidiously suggested, as she quickened her ticklings with the feather, first running the plume along the shivering inner thighs, then boldly attacking the now pouting and suspiciously moist rosy labia of Nancy Medbury’ s virgin center.
“ Oooh- ahh- ohh, don’ t do that, sir- ohh, my God- g- give me time to think- I never have- not even with B- Ben- ohh God, forgive me, but I- AHRR! OH NOT THE BIRCH AGAIN, OH NOT ON MY POOR RAW BOTTOM!” Swishhthuck-“ OHH NOT THERE PLEEEEEASE, OH NOT BETWEEN MY