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As soon as she had done so, Maude strapped her wrists to the front legs of the apparatus, whilst Alice made her slim ankles fast to the other legs, thus spread-eagling her startlingly jutting, white, twitching bottom out and up in the most lascivious way, so that the secret ambery crease between the naked hillocks was lewdly distended and every portion of her private anatomy exposed not only to the gaze of her executioner but also to the searching tips of the slender withes of the fresh new rod which Maude now handed her chum with sparkling eyes.

She failed by five, and was sentenced to a birthday birching which Maude herself applied whilst Alice was, still blind folded, undressed down to camisole and elegant black silk hose with purple rosette garters and tied with her arms in cross and her thighs widely yawned apart in the middle of the room, cords fixing to wrists and ankles being fixed at their other ends in turn to hooks set into the cellar wall.

Her violent contortions over the tabouret, needless to say, showed off the most secret parts of her nubile young body in the most lascivious way, and Maude righteously exhorted Charlene to take her birching humbly and not be such an indecent minx, advice which poor Charlene could not have heeded at this point, much less count off the strokes.

Maude and the day of her arrival at the little railway station, he displayed to Maude a more benign conduct, especially as regards the moderate dosage of fustigation which he found it necessary to inflict on her delectable bare buttocks to rouse her to meet and encompass his carnal passions.

Maude uttered a faint cry and leant forward, and Stafford, fearing she was going to rise, stretched out his hand, and touching her knee, forced her into her seat again, and kept her there until the swell had subsided.

Stafford put his back into it as hard as he had done in his racing days, and Maude Falconer leant back and watched him with interest, and something even stronger than interest, in her masked eyes.

Every evening, Maude lays out a cold supper for Katzenbogen and the girl on the dining room table, but every evening the girl comes down early to find a bunch of litchis or a banana, and then she takes them upstairs to eat on the verandah.

Angels and Charlie the Tuna and the Lone Ranger and the Six Million Dollar Man and the Bionic Woman and Josephine the Plumber and Gavin MacLeod and Blake Carrington and Alexis and Dobie Gillis and Gilligan and the Skipper and That Girl and Charles Nelson Reilly and Allen Ludden and Betty White and Big Bird and Maude and Sam Malone and Sam McCloud and Pat Robertson and Kermit and Barney and Willard Scott and Rin Tin Tin and David Brinkley and Perry Mason and the Millionaire and Mr.

The mudlark had been of help to him in the Maude Idris case, and Monk had seen him a dozen times since then, albeit briefly.

And Maude and Alice saw to it that always new culprits were introduced to the disconcerting ordeal of the blindfold, the dome or the straight-backed chair, aware of his keen predilection for watching delightfully contoured bottoms and thighs squirming under the swishing cuts of the birch or noisy smacks of the leafcutter, tawse or spanker.

She stops the car and keeps her hand on the hooter so that people come out of their houses to see what the matter is, and Maude has to hang up.

And then afterwards, while Maude dried underneath her breasts and put Mercurochrome on her head and her chest, she still said nothing.

Maude and Rusgann she had used as domestic slaveys and farmhands, berating them mercilessly when they were clumsy or negligent.

It made a superbly satisfying whacking sound when it came into contact with a tautly stretched feminine posterior, whether over drawers or on bare twitching skin, and since he was a voluptuary whose senses were vividly attuned, the characteristic noise it made was capable of stimulating his erotic nature to its highest pitch, as Alice and Maude quickly determined.

Despite her suffering, poor Maude, recognizing the shameless display she had just made of herself, clapped her left palm over the intimate hollow to hide it from him, and was promptly rewarded with another magisterial stroke of the rod, this one switching fiercely across the broadest, most resilient curves of both her bottomcheeks.