CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“I had removed my collar on rising,” Miriam continued, “but Carrie did not appear to mind. Perhaps she saw what I had failed to see in my moment of attempted bravery. I had not the urgency of will; I was succumbing to her. Indeed, she did not even bother to move from the doorway.
“'Come, Miriam. I have the birch downstairs,' she said quietly. Tears flooded my eyes. I wanted neither to step forward nor back. I was as a young girl again who knows that she must put her bottom up. Carrie saw this, for she stepped forward and took my hand. 'Was it not nice the first time you had it?' she asked. There was almost kindness in her voice. I blinked.
“'I didn't,' I said.
“A sigh came from her. 'Miriam, you merit six strokes of the birch for that. I will ask you again. Was it not nice the first time?'
“I drooped my head. She loosed her hand from mine, placed it at the back of my head as if to still me and tickled my cunny with her forefinger. I jerked. She laughed. I was warm and sticky there from sleep, and she could feel it.
“'No,' I mumbled.
“'And the second time? I may make Charlie go away if you are truthful, Miriam. After he has exercised you, as I said.'
“My heart leapt, but I knew not whether to believe her or not. 'Wasn't awful,' I mumbled.
“'But now at-what? — say thirty-five or so you fear to put your bottom to another big grown man?'
“'I don't like him!' I wailed childishly, at which she tutted.
“'That is irrelevant, Miriam, and you know it. It was not given to you to choose in the first place, and neither shall it be now. Besides, it feels naughtier, does it not, than if your husband did it. Come!'
“I cannot describe to you what it felt like to be led downstairs again. Charlie waited, naked to his shirt. Like one who fears to drown, I clutched at Carrie's words that she might make him go. His cock stuck out obscenely to my sight. The birch hung down beside his leg, he grinned, and once again surveyed me up and down most lecherously.
“'She has to be birched, Charlie, first. You will hold her.'
“'No-no!' I shrieked. I turned and rushed past her to the door. Alas, she had locked it on our entrance and she held the key.
“'Good. I wanted to see that! Hold her well, Charlie.'
“I screamed again, but naught availed. Charlie seized me, bent me underneath his arm and thus secured me, bottom up, passing the birch to Carrie as he did. Oh, how she burned me with it!
“'Come, you bitch, now let me see you wriggle it,' she laughed while my howls filled the air and the searing twigs hissed fierce across my upheld bottom cheeks. I surged my hips this way and that, but each time that I did she caught me well across the centre of my derriere.
“'No more-no more!' I cried. She had said six. I had received a dozen at the least. My poor hot bottom seemed to swell.
“'Very well. Let her rise, Charlie. Now, Madam, go to the table, bend over it with your legs apart and await your conqueror.' sweee-isssh! The birch struck as she spoke. I yelped and jumped. The room swam all about me through my tears. I staggered, turned. The table she had indicated was that broad oak one that you saw, Caroline. I know not how I reached it, then I sagged upon it, bottom out-thrust and my feet awry. I tried to clutch the further edge. It was too far away. 'Properly, Miriam, as you were doubtless taught. Legs spread, back dipped and well-orbed up,' she spat. I heard a movement of the birch and sobbingly obeyed.
Charlie approached me slowly then and touched my flaming bottom with his hands. I flinched. He spread the cheeks apart. I wilted, closed my eyes, screwed them up tight.
“'She'll nip you nicely, Charlie, once it's in.'
“'I know she will. She's got the stance for it, though. You were right.'
“'I told you, Charlie, they all have to. She's been breached by a prick as big as yours before, and in her maidenhood as well. Put it in slowly-let me see. Half in and hold it there.'
“I thought I heard my voice moan out, but it was only in my mind. My rosette was displayed to him. He neared his knob to it; I heard him catch his breath. And then he urged it in the rubbery aperture. 'Ah-ah!' I squealed. He gripped my neck. I felt him push; I yielded. Inches of hard cock insinuated in my bottomhole and there were gripped. I gasped. I felt my breath rush out.
“'Go slowly, Charlie. Hold it for a minute there. Oh, what a lovely sight! Now-ram her with it to the root and then hold still.'
“'NAR-AH!' I choked. One sleek, strong movement of his loins and his penis was embedded to the full. I felt his balls swing underneath my cunny-then he gripped my hips.
“'What an arse she has on her,' he groaned.
“'Exactly, Charlie. Did we not choose well? I want to see it bumping to your thrusts; I want to see it wriggling as it used to do. Now, give it to her. Pump it as a man should pump a lovely bottom such as hers.'
“'Moo-mooo-moo-mooo!' I moaned. His piston worked. His belly smacked against my hot-scorched cheeks, and yet the suction that I exercised was such that he had to work to urge it in and out, grunting with satisfaction as he did, the backs of my thighs a-wobble to his own.
“'She's good-she don't resist too much,' he said.
“'I know; we'll have to train her more for this.'
“'I heard the words of Carrie in despair, and yet- ashamed as I am to say-a feeling of desire swept over me. I was a girl again. I knew my naughtiness, and yet I needed it. My bottom seemed to balloon the more against his loins. I wriggled and I whinnied. Carrie laughed.
“'In future, she will need two or three men at her bottom, Charlie.'
“'Yes, I know. She squeezes nicely-not too hard.' He bent upon me, scooped my breasts upon his palms and felt the nipples rigid with desire.
“'Turn your head, Miriam. Give him your tongue! Do it, or I shall birch you afterwards all round the room!'
“'Ow-woh!' I heard my own despairing cry, yet knew it not so much despair as helpless lust. A servant man was at me, up my bottom, so I told myself, and yet it helped not in the red caves of desire. I turned my face, lips parted, our mouths mashed. He sucked my tongue.
“'I am up you, Madam. Do you like it?'
“I gurgled out reply. I know not what I uttered.
“'Work your bottom more-come on,' he urged. I sobbed between his lips. I urged my bottom back and forth. His piston flashed. A first long stream of sperm leapt up his stem. He rammed it tightly in. I squeezed my bottom cheeks upon his root. Our tongues lashed and he came again. I felt the spattering, the gruelly shoots so deep within, and balled my bottom fiercely to his loins until he spent his last, then ticked-away the final pearly drops.”
“Miriam, dear, you should have been a writer, too,” Caroline declared and gazed at me and gave a nod as though to say there was in the stricken lady's words some evocation of fine prose.
“I have had time to think upon it. Indeed, little else has gone through my mind. Such tortured visions have I had. The cork being withdrawn, I was told by Carrie-as if indeed I might be a child-that I was to return to my bed and that lunch would be brought to me. In endeavouring to regain my dignity, I did not reply, but of a sudden great waves of despair shook my frame. Upon reaching the bedroom-which seemed no longer the retreat it had once been but a place of imprisonment-I cast myself of my own accord face down upon the bed and cried my heart out.
“'Come-get on. to the bed properly and be covered up,' Carrie said from above me.
“'I would rather die than endure any more of this!' I wailed. What seizure took me, I do not know, for I had obtained a certain shameful pleasure in the act which had just occurred and my bottom tingled most agreeably. That is the most hateful part of it-to be brought to desire one has not sought and then must suffer the consequences of, in terms of the remonstrances of one's soul.
“There was, on my dressing table, a pair of scissors I had used for cutting out some material. Before Carrie realised my intention, I sprang up-almost knocking her backwards in the process-and seized them and pointed them to my breast.