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  ‘You maids know why you are here,’ Lady Juliet said, sucking a greasy fragment of chitlin and sipping ale.

  The girls nodded.

  ‘It is a singular honour for new recruits,’ said Juliet, ‘and each of you will explain that to our diplomatic guests.’

  ‘I’m recruit Mandy Huxtable, from Biddeford, Maine,’ said the first, a muscular blonde, ‘and I’ve never had my bottom caned or spanked, and I’m honoured to serve New Albion in this way. My bare croup is ready to be flogged. Hail Gorges!’

  ‘I’m recruit Claudine Butreaux, from Lowell, Massachusetts,’ said the raven-haired, big-titted girl beside her, ‘and I’ve never been punished on the bare, and I’m happy to undergo my induction rite into the defence forces of New Albion. My bare can take the most! Please whop me hardest, ladies. Hail Gorges!’

  ‘I’m recruit Donnette Spinks, from Ithaca, New York,’ said the third, a petite, wiry girl, smaller than Claudine, but with jutting dugs, long, coltish legs and two ripe melons that strained her clinging black skirt. ‘I’ve never been chastised on the bare, or caned or even spanked, as a soldier, I mean, and —’ she licked her teeth ‘— I’m looking forward to serving my country. Hail Gorges!’

  ‘Each contestant shall have the honour of demonstrating one new product,’ said Juliet. ‘Please choose, ladies.’

  Each girl unbuttoned her shirt and removed it, allowing her bare breasts to spring free. She slid off her footwear and unfastened her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Nude, she exhibited her bare bottom, spreading the cheeks blatantly to show pink as she bent to pick up her skirtlet. The maids stood naked in a row, winking and pouting and wriggling to show off titties and ass. Each swivelled, hands on bare fesses, stroking the bare, goose-bumped skin, then clawing aside the buttock-meat to show the anus bud and the straggly, quim-damp pubic hairs that infested the slit of her perineum. Each sported a cunt-jungle as luxuriant as Abby Musquonset’s.

  Alice and Sirena rose and touched the girls’ naked bodies, pinching the nipples to stiffness, brushing the clits, which all stood erect, and wiping the cunt-slits, to test the come oozed by all three gashes. They paid most attention to the ass-melons, stroking and caressing the satin-smooth rumps, until the three candidates blushed and crossed their legs to hide their seeping cunts.

  Lady Juliet announced the demonstration of three implements: a cane, a switch and an Aroostook birch. Mandy was to take the cane and Claudine the switch. They chose Donnette Spinks for the birch, as her melons were largest and possibly not virgin to corporal punishment. Mandy and Claudine glowered, exchanging glances, and each licked her lips as she curtsied to the diplomats. Donnette paled, then shuddered, hearing that the implements were to be tested on the bare by each contestant in turn on the croup of the next.

  ‘Aren’t they something, ladies?’ purred Juliet, stroking the shiny skin of the three woods and coming last to the birch. ‘Cane of real Vermont ash, the hardest and springiest model we have yet designed — the switch, or yankee quirt, four tongues of the supplest New Hampshire willow, perfect for close work — and this Aroostook birch, culled from the finest Maine saplings, and bushier than any before, with at least twenty twigs bonded at the hilt by maple gum. Look at these naked girls. Look how their fesses swell and their haunches sway with that lovely satin gleam in the morning sun, just begging for welts to furrow the flesh. What finer meat could test such fine implements?’

  ‘You have chosen well,’ said Alice. ‘I wonder how?’

  ‘That’s simple,’ Juliet said, wiping the chitlin grease drooling from her lips. ‘Tell the ladies, Donna.’

  Donna blushed.

  ‘I don’t rightly know —’ she began, then squealed as Abby’s cane flicked her gash. ‘We were caught diddling — not each other, but Mr Carvalho, there.’

  She caught the eye of the masseur, who did not blink.

  ‘We were told new recruits had to do it… as a dare, you know?’

  ‘Do what, Donna?’ Juliet murmured.

  ‘We snuck up to Mr Carvalho when he was asleep, and did him — brought him off, you know? He was asleep, and bare-ass naked, and Mandy tickled his balls while Claudine squatted with her bare cunt over his nose, diddling herself to make her juicy and smelly, while I took his cock-tip in my mouth and licked it. Idea is, he thinks he’s dreaming and isn’t supposed to wake up when he comes. Mandy was stroking his balls and he got a massive boner — he’s very big, begging your pardon, milady — and I started rubbing his shaft with my fingertips while I got his whole helmet in my mouth, and was sucking him, with my tongue licking at his peehole, and my lips squeezing the neck of his helmet, and… I guess I got too excited. Mandy was diddling herself, so that her come trickled into his nose, and Claudine was licking his balls, so we all got carried away. I felt a drop of sperm from his peehole, and the next thing I had his cock right to the back of my throat and I was milking his sperm, while he woke up ejaculating. Mandy lowered her cunt right on to his face and squatted on him, and my lips met Claudine’s at his balls; she had taken them fully into her mouth and was sucking on them. He came and came, like a horse! I swallowed every drop, too.’

  ‘Really,’ said Sirena, wrinkling her nose. ‘It pains me to consider such Anglo-Saxon grossness. These trulls deserve lashes for their criminous lusts.’

  ‘Of course,’ said Juliet. ‘For the crime of getting caught.’

  Donnette was to cane Mandy, then Mandy was to lash Claudine with the yankee quirt, after which Claudine would birch Donnette. Mandy lowered herself on to the flogging chaise and Abby Musquonset helped the sergeant bind her hands and feet in overlapping rubber thongs. The girl looked round, her face pale, as her pink gash-meat shone wetly between her stretched thighs and her ripe bare melons strained, thrust upwards by the curve of the flogging chaise.

  ‘Splendid furniture,’ said Juliet. ‘One of yours, of course. Captured on a reprisal raid, after your pirates had a New Albion skipper strapped to her mainmast and whipped to the bone, by a male, who afterwards buggered her.’

  Juliet shuddered.

  ‘I object,’ said Sirena. ‘Our committee of enquiry showed —’

  ‘Bah!’ Juliet snorted. ‘She did not submit. Our sailors are taught to endure buggery and the lash.’

  ‘I was that sea captain,’ hissed Abby Musquonset, showing her naked croup, deeply scarred with whip welts, and the distorted pucker of her asshole. ‘I hate the candy-butts. There will never be peace until they submit to our whips forever.’

  Donnette lifted the cane, stroked it and lashed the air; the cane whistled and Mandy’s buttocks clenched, shuddering.

  ‘Please don’t be too cruel, Donnette,’ Mandy whispered.

  ‘Strokes without limit,’ said Juliet, her mouth full of chitlin, ‘until our guests decree them sufficient. Our policy of silent and unsquirming punishment is suspended for this demonstration, and the submissives are encouraged to clench, squirm, wriggle and squeal, as they wish. That is the way New Arras maids take their canings.’

  ‘Really,’ snorted Alice.

  ‘The full portion of the buttocks must be marked by the implement and remember, Donnette, that includes the birch,’ Juliet concluded.

  Donnette winced, looking at the bushy birch, and lashed Mandy’s bare with the cane.

  Vip! Donnette’s bare titties wobbled as she flogged.

  ‘Ooh!’

  A thin pink weal appeared in the perfect centre of Mandy’s fesses. Vip! Vip! Two more sliced her top buttocks. Vip! Vip! Vip! Vip! Two each to the haunches, and a pattern of welts began to mottle Mandy’s satin skin.

  ‘Oh! Oh!’ she gasped, her bottom squirming fast and the cheeks continuing to clench between strokes.

  Donnette flogged hard and efficiently and after the thirtieth canestroke Mandy was sobbing and gasping, with her spine and legs jerking rigid at each cane welt, while her darkening fesses continued their frantic clench. Alice and Sirena watched from close quarters, their faces flushed, and poking with their noses alm
ost in Mandy’s ass-cleft as they examined her marbling of welts.

  ‘Most interesting fesses,’ Alice said thoughtfully, prising the clenched buttocks apart with her fingernail to reveal the come-slopped cunt-bush and the juicy red meat of Mandy’s gushing slit. ‘It appears that chastisement has unusual side effects on your troops, Lady Juliet.’

  ‘Fascinating, that a rod, a mere wisp of a thing, can cause such agitation,’ Lady Juliet mused. ‘We Anglos pride ourselves on our corporal punishment, the vigour given by robust flogging on the bare, a tonic to mind and body — not the lustful and prurient fascination of you Frenchies.’

  ‘Let the treatment continue,’ Sirena said.

  ‘Oh, no, please,’ wailed Mandy.

  Vip! Vip!

  ‘Ah! I can’t take any more, honest. It smarts terribly.’

  Vip! Vip!’

  ‘Ooh!’

  Her bare flogged nates jerked up and down, in metronomic rhythm.

  ‘Yes,’ sighed Juliet, ‘a delightful blush. A tad more oil, Duane. You ladies may cast your French primness aside, if you like. This is no-nonsense Anglo territory, so please feel free to diddle if Mandy’s juicy buttocks, ah, turn you on.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘The very idea…’

  Lady Juliet laughed and slapped her rump. Mandy’s caning proceeded to eighty strokes, by which time the flogged melons were dark crimson, mottled with black streaks. The girl was shaking her head from side to side with her wealed nates squirming and slamming her soaked pubic bush against the chaise. She screamed, ‘No! No!’ as each of Donnette’s canestrokes bit the deep furrows of her weals; hands beneath their skirts and faces red, Alice and Sirena were vigorously masturbating their quims. Abby sprawled in her seat, legs wide open, and made no secret of her own masturbation, diddling her massively extruded clitty with long, lazy strokes of her thumbnail, and sliding fingers in and out of her wet gash.

  Claudine looked on, trembling, and with legs pressed together but with come streaking both inside thighs. At the eighty-fifth stroke to Mandy’s flaming bare ass, she bit her lip and plunged her hand between her swollen cunt-lips to vigorously diddle her clitty. Sirena and Alice agreed that one hundred was enough; the sergeant knocked Claudine’s masturbating fingers from her cunt while Abby rose and released the wailing Mandy from her wrist and ankle straps, four of them burst open. Claudine sighed, shivering, as she was strapped to the chaise, still wet from Mandy’s cunt-juices, which pooled with new come from Claudine. Rubbing her wealed bottom, and still shivering violently, but with nostrils flared and a gleam in her eyes, Mandy took the four-thonged yankee quirt. She pushed the ridges of her welted bottom into Claudine’s face.

  ‘Mandy, it wasn’t me who striped you,’ whimpered Claudine.

  ‘But you diddled watching me… slut.’

  Vap! The quirt slapped hard on Claudine’s bare.

  ‘Ooh! That hurts so…’

  Her bare bottom clenched, writhing and slapping her cunt against the hard wooden chaise as she sobbed. The four slender rods of the quirt left four pink weals, slanting on her naked buttocks in a cross.

  Vap! Vap!

  ‘Ah!’

  Eight new stripes joined them and already the bare bottom was a mass of mottled bruises blurring into each other. Sirena and Alice continued to masturbate and Abby’s cunt was gushing come as she sat with her thighs thrown open. She slipped off her left boot and bent her leg to toe her clitty. Donnette, breathing heavily, diddled her streaming slit, while the sergeant stood stiffly with a dark stain of come seeping at her groin. Vap! Vap!

  ‘Oh! I can’t take it! I never knew —’

  Vap! Vap!

  ‘Ohh…’

  A loud hiss accompanied a heavy spurt of piss from Claudine’s writhing cunt-lips soaking the chaise and sprinkling the feet of her caner.

  ‘Why, you bitch,’ Mandy snarled.

  Vap! The quirt slapped the girl’s naked ass-flesh with a dry, explosive crack.

  ‘Ahh!’ Claudine screamed, the heaving globes of her flogged bare bottom shining darkly, with fifty-two separate welts.

  As her flogging continued, her screams ebbed to a constant, choking sob; her hips thumped against the chaise at each impact and her gash oozed copious come, sliming the rosewood. At the thirtieth stroke, equalling one hundred and twenty separate cuts, the visitors deemed her chastisement sufficient; both Arrasiennes were wet with come as they masturbated and eyed the lush bundle of birch branches. Abby rose and, still diddling, used her prehensile toes to release Claudine from her rubber straps; the sergeant bound Donnette in her place. Donnette masturbated until the last moment of her strapping, then continued, rubbing her juicing cunt in the pool of come on the flogging chaise. Her nostrils flared as, rubbing her wealed nates, Claudine lifted the birch sheaf. Donnette licked her teeth.

  ‘Never been spanked, Donnette?’ Lady Juliet drawled.

  ‘Not as a soldier, milady,’ Donnette said.

  ‘Never been birched?’

  ‘Not at all, milady.’

  ‘Looking forward? Your wet gash says so, miss.’

  Swish! The birch lashed hard, crackling across Donnette’s bare buttocks.

  ‘Ah!’ Donnette squealed.

  ‘Tight?’ said Sirena, openly masturbating and her face a foot from Donnette’s blushed, clenching bare.

  ‘Yes, miss. It smarts like crazy.’

  Swish!

  ‘Ooh! I’ll say it’s tight. Please, milady, I don’t know if I can take a bare birching…’

  ‘How tight?’ Alice asked, her own fingers twitching at her throbbing clitty, visible under her rolled-up skirt and lowered, come-soaked panties.

  ‘It’s worse than anything,’ Donnette gasped. ‘It’s not clean and sharp, like a cane, or heavy, like a paddle. It doesn’t feel like much, just a tickle, and then it kind of creeps up and your ass is all flames, like a whole bunch of little fiery tongues were licking your bare…’

  Swish! Swish!

  ‘Ah! Ah! Ooh!’

  Her naked bottom writhed, mottled with the cluster of red birch cuts, deepening to a dark, veinous mosaic.

  Swish! Swish!

  ‘Ahh! It’s agony…’

  Donnette’s buttocks squirmed as her cunt dripped more and more copious come; Claudine birched with one hand, her titties bouncing as she whipped, while her fingers rubbed her gushing cunt.

  ‘Be thankful it’s not a titty-birching,’ said Lady Juliet.

  ‘A beastly, perverted, French sort of thing.’

  Swish! Swish!

  ‘Uh…! Thank you, milady,’ Donnette sobbed.

  As the women masturbated, Donnette’s birched bare bottom darkened from red to puce, to purple, and then to a crusted black filigree of deepening welts. At the fiftieth stroke, Sirena and Alice stopped the birching.

  ‘I would like to test the efficacy of this instrument… on the subject’s naked breasts,’ Sirena panted, her hand inside her come-slimed quim. ‘If I may…?’

  Lady Juliet nodded, and Sirena took the birch from Claudine.

  ‘Noo…’ wailed Donnette, as the sergeant unstrapped her from the chaise, then suspended her wrists from a hook drawn down from the ceiling on a thick chain.

  Her naked body hung wriggling with her toes inches from the floor. Swish!

  ‘Ahh!’

  A pattern of pink welts sprang up on Donnette’s bare, massively wobbling breasts. The chain jangled as her naked body writhed and swayed helplessly. Swish! Swish!

  ‘Ah! No! Please! Not my titties…’

  Her bare titties darkened with livid welts, with the erect nipples bruised black. Sirena masturbated so hard, her bare breasts snapped a button and burst from her shirt. Swish! Swish!

  ‘Uh! Please, no more…’

  Sirena birched Donnette on the breasts to twenty-five strokes, then handed the birch to her masturbating colleague. Still pounding her stiff clitty, Alice lashed the darkening teats a further twenty, until Donnette screamed and pissed herself, her steaming yel
low fluid spattering her wriggling toes.

  ‘Mmm…’ said Juliet. ‘Just a little higher, Duane. Ah…’

  At the fiftieth cut of the birch to Donnette’s jiggling bare teats, Alice put down the birch. She conferred with Sirena, who said they wished to order a gross of canes, a gross of quirts and three gross of birches.

  ‘Why, thank you, ladies,’ said Juliet. ‘You mustn’t leave without a little sweetener.’

  Abby and the sergeant leaped forward and pinioned the two protesting Arrasiennes, then forced them to bend over Lady Juliet’s oak dining table. Abby pulled their skirts up, shrouding their heads, and pulled their panties off. The two women were pinioned at half-nelson.

  ‘I believe I am ready to come, Duane,’ Juliet said to her masseur, ‘but I forbid you to sperm.’

  Behind the prone, nude woman, her masseur grunted as his cock rammed harder into her anus. A few thrusts and Juliet clawed her divan, mewling and with drool appearing at the corner of her mouth.

  ‘Yes… yes… harder… fill my rectum; fuck me hard; fuck my ass… yes! yes! yes!’

  Lady Juliet shuddered in orgasm and no sooner had her spasm stopped than the naked Duane withdrew his massive stiff cock, gleaming with ass-grease, from her anus. He approached the bared buttocks of Sirena, fingered her cunt to get lubricating come for his cock and, with his tool shining, plunged the member to the balls, right into her anus. Sirena screamed as he began to fuck her with short, vigorous stabs and her ass swayed, thrusting against his balls, to meet his rhythm. Duane reached under her cunt-basin and began to frot her clitty; her thighs streamed with come. After a minute’s enculing, he brought her to orgasm, then withdrew and plunged his cock between Alice’s fesses. Once more, he penetrated the anus with a single thrust and reduced the squealing female to a helpless spasm of climax in less than a minute.