Chapter 8
An invitation from Mr. Bowler-Noreen's continued acts of defiance against her elderly admirer, Mr. Joshua Snook-Her assault upon him during Mr. Snook's naked examination of Noreen's backside and thighs-The need to inflict exemplary discipline on the young trollop-Mr. Bowler decrees a touching-up on the bare cheeks of Noreen's bottom-Strapping her down-A fine Havana puffed to cherry-red-Agonising kisses on Noreen's bare backside-Noreen's obedience to her masters enforced-Her punishment-lesson made to last all afternoon-The excitement of the guests.
My encounter with Tracey led to an uneasy rapprochement between the worthy Mr. Bowler and myself. I daresay nothing would have come of this, had I not received a message from Bowler Hall a few weeks later, requesting my attendance as a matter of urgency.
I arrived and found Mr. Bowler and Master Miles wearing expressions of gloom which suggested nothing less than the death of the monarch or some national calamity.
"Mr. Snook," said Bowler, "is in a dangerous state. It will be a week before he leaves his bed."
I assumed the old reprobate had succumbed to some malady but Master Miles assured me otherwise.
"Why, sir, it was that young whore Noreen. The old gentleman had merely obliged her to strip off her panties in the tiled room and bend for his examination. He commanded her to lie forward a little and do for him what a turnkey may require of her. She refused. He endeavoured to force compliance by inserting the nozzle of a syringe as law allows! Noreen kicked out wildly and knocked him clean across the room. It is a miracle no bones were broken. Noreen must be taught a lesson now, my lord. No mistake!"
Strange it was but true! Noreen had deliberately tempted her master to punish her cruelly. She must have known what the consequences of her violent act would be. Surely, then, the young tart was inviting us to do our worst. Here was a battle of wills! I could not think of what to suggest but Mr. Bowler took the cigar from his mouth, tapped off the ash and held up the bright red glow of the tip in a significant gesture.
"A touching-up," he said, "On Noreen's bare bottom!"
Though I guessed what he had in mind, I could not quite envisage how he would seek vengeanace on her for Mr. Snook's new injury. Miles also smiled at us, drew deeply on his cigar and brightened the tip to a shimmering and sparkling cherry-red.
"We must make it last all afternoon," he said, "She must feel it!"
Mr. Bowler nodded, as we imagined Noreen's bare backside!
"To be sure, master. And we shall invite several gentlemen who have admired Noreen at her work in my emporium. The very gentlemen whom she has looked at with such contempt as they view her bending to her work in tight denim. They must be revenged upon her pride!"
They begged me to witness the event, which was to be held on the following Monday when Mr. Snook would be recovered. I had some doubts at what they meant to do to Noreen but I could not deny that she deserved severe discipline for the injury she tried to inflict on her elderly admirer. To tell the truth, the association of Mr. Bowlers red-hot cigar-tip and the pale full-cheeked swell of Noreen's bare bottom also made my sinew stiffen a little! So it was that I and Master Miles, as well as Mr. Snook and Noreen's admirers who had seen her at her shop-work, were witnesses of the judicial discipline inflicted in a well-built cellar of Mr. Bowler's mansion. The scene was arranged so that each of us sat back in an individual box, as at a theatre, able to enjoy the company of a girl, while we watched Noreen endure the revenge of her master. I was accompanied by my maid. I saw that beauty at fourteen was also much in demand. Master Miles's Sally and Jane had also been provided for two of our guests.
While we were at lunch, Noreen was taken down to the subterranean vault with its thick walls and flagstones. No doubt she wrestled against the grooms who held her but they soon stripped off her denim skirt and Noreen's panties. The apparatus on which she was strapped consisted of a three-foot length of ladder fastened at a slope to a wide stone platform. Noreen's bare legs were pinioned and strapped, facing the ladder, so that the front of her thighs pressed hard on its rungs. She lay at an angle of forty-five degrees up to her waist. Then she was drawn forward, bending over tightly so that her breasts and belly lay on the stone platform. Her arms were pulled out at full stretch and held by leather wrist-cuffs to steel rings set in the stone.
To ensure that no chance cries were overheard by curious passers-by, the cotton briefs were folded into a convenient wad-as was usually the case with Noreen's panties at such times-to muffle her. Strict orders were given that, despite the temptation she offered in this position, Noreen was not to have her bottom whipped nor even spanked. Not a whip, cane, nor birch was to be seen in that sinister apartment that afternoon. They pinioned her with a strap at her ankles, another round her bare thighs just above her knees. A waist-strap, a leather collar, straps at wrists and forearms also held her fast. They added an extra strap round her upper thighs and another just above her waist. This strongly built twenty-one-year-old girl lay over the apparatus, bending well forward so that her hips were spread and the swell of her bottom-cheeks was full and broad.
The grooms who had endured Noreen's contempt and insolence were even more enthusiastic than the guests to see her given the promised "touching-up." She was naked but for her straps when they tantalised her bare backside with their fingers and murmured in her ear.
"You big-bottomed young tart, Noreen!. ... Beginning to feel worked up now?. ... Butterflies in your tummy?. ... An hour to wait, Noreen. ... Then the richest Havana glow. ... Your bare bottom, Noreen!. ... They'll teach you a lesson, you young scrubberl. ... You get a whole afternoon of it, Noreen!. ... You'll be a changed girl after this. ... Bottom-cheeks red as beetroot. ... Too sore even to wear your panties, Noreen. ... Every man watching will have a lance stiff as a poker with excitement...."
The robust pale cheeks of Noreen's backside tightened with panic but the intrusive fingers played between them and under her legs for half an hour more. Then they left her to await the arrival of Mr. Bowler and his guests.
So much is heresay. Yet before I describe what followed-the evidence of my own eyes-I must utter a friendly warning. Mr. Bowler's revenge upon Noreen is not a spectacle for sensitive souls and I beg all such to leave these pages unread. Indeed, his conduct marked the final break between us. Yet those of my readers who are so strongly roused by Noreen as to wish her taken to the limit of punishment and beyond will be well rewarded. The young Amazon shopgirl deserves it without doubt and, being so strongly built, was well able to take extreme retribution. To hurt Noreen was Mr. Bowler's intention. But was not that Noreen's wish for Mr. Snook? And Mr. Snook, you recall, was a justice of the peace. Noreen is a common trollop.
So we took our places, the justices and those gentlemen whose admiration Noreen had once scorned. As Sian knelt before me, I watched Mr. Bowler walk forward to where Noreen lay bending on the apparatus, securely strapped down by more leather bonds than ever. He puffed contentedly upon his fine long Havana. She flicked back her lank dark hair and twisted her face round in alarm to see what he would do. Yet there was still insolence in the slant of the brown eyes under her level fringe. Her jaw was impudently firm.
What a drama this was! Noreen was no innocent victim. She had deliberately lashed out at Mr. Snook, knowing that the severest penalties would be inflicted for such a criminal assault. She had almost asked to be punished, defying her master by the assault and challenging him to subdue her. Or was it that her fury at the humiliation demanded of her overcame her prudence? Mr. Bowler left her in no doubt that he truly enjoyed inflicting justice on her in the present way.
He circled his left arm over Noreen's waist, as if to hold her absolutely still. The area of his interest was limited by the broad strap round her bare waist and the lower strap which pinioned her thighs above her knees and held them firmly to the frame of the ladder. He lowered his head, making a close and lip-licking inspection of the pale sturdy cheeks of Noreen's bottom in a manner which would have seemed lewd had he not been a disciplinarian. His twenty-one-year-old culprit shook back her dark hair and tried desperately to see what was happening behind her.
Mr. Bowler smiled and stroked the full pale curve of Noreen's buttocks, teasing her a little and playing on her panic.
"You can't take your eyes off the glowing chee-root-tip, Noreen. Can you? I shall begin to give those bare bottom-cheeks of yours a touching-up in a few minutes more. A strong young woman of your kind can take it for a whole afternoon. I'm sure there will be many tales told of this among your admirers."
To make this ordeal on Noreen's bottom last all afternoon was more than the hangman of Hungary or Turkey would have dared with a female prisoner. Yet English justice was more resolute. Mr. Bowler
So many tales of this incident have been circulated in such romances as Birch in the Boudoir that the editor had decided to give the original occurence in externa. The world may see that it was not inflicted by the ogres of the harem but by the magistrates and gentlemen of an English county. slipped a finger between her legs and coaxed the pussy-flesh back a little for the guests to see. Next, for several minutes, his fingers fiddled lewdly in the crack between Noreen's buttocks-but it was all in the cause of discipline and law. Then he drew her rear cheeks hard apart with his fingertips.
"The gentlemen who will watch your ordeal, Noreen, are those you treated with contempt when they admired you at your work. We shall reward them for their journey here. First a glimpse of your cunt, now between those bottom-cheeks, Noreen. Such a tight little bud!"
One of the middle-aged visitors laughed at the sight.
"It was worth enduring Noreen's contempt for this-to see her without jeans or panties. Her cunt is charming, for so vulgar a girl. And if she were mine, Noreen's backside would also be kept busy as she lay over the pillows at night."
One of the others addressed her.
"You must learn to accept such compliments more gracefully, Noreen. Next time a man admires the seat of your jeans as you bend to your labors, show him what he wants to see. How absurd for a strapping tart like you, Noreen, to pretend lady-like modesty!"
They came forward. There was much fondling and stroking of the rosy cunt-flesh and many a playful but lusty smack on Noreen's bare bottom. Then each took his place, secluded from the view of the others. One old fellow had young Jane with him, obliging the girl to kneel and take his stiffness in her mouth while he watched. Another exacted the same service from cheeky young Sally.
The straps held Noreen quite still, her lower half pinioned to the short ladder, her upper body drawn forward over the flat surface so that her pale buttocks seemed to swell out full and broad under the waist-belt as she bent. Mr. Bowler drew at his Havana and tapped ash from the rosy tip.
"Quite still, Noreen," he murmured, "Quite still."
He began with the left-hand cheek of Noreen's bottom, the glowing tip kissing the pale buttock-swell quickly and lightly. The lank dark hair flew as she tossed her head wildly and a trapped mewing was heard. Her strong young body was tense as if on a rack and the wooden frame creaked at the frantic pulling on its straps. Yet, with his left arm still over her waist, Mr. Bowler continued to touch up the same bare cheek of Noreen's butt with the cherry brightness, in light and circling caresses. For a full minute the wildness continued and then he paused.
"Some more in ten minutes, Noreen," he said softly, "Watch the hands of the clock in front of you."
Yet while she waited, his hand began to fondle and play with his young Amazon until she scarcely knew if she was there for pleasure or punishment. She squirmed her backside. Her bare thighs tightened on the fingers between them, though the left-hand cheek of Noreen's bottom bore the bright red and smarting traces of the cheroot's caress. As soon as the ten minutes were over, the rubbing and squeezing between her legs ceased. Mr. Bowler again clamped his arm over her waist and studied the swell of Noreen's broadened young bottom-cheeks. He drew deeply on his Havana. Then he returned to the same bare cheek of the young window-dresser's butt, the glowing tip tracing a smarting lacework upon its curve.
Noreen strained frantically but vainly at the straps holding her. She was a strong girl, to be sure, but she was no match for such broad leather, tightly buckled. As the sparkling glow stroked the pale cheek of Noreen's bottom, a gray fall of ash powdered her thigh. Mr. Bowler held her very firmly as she shrilled into her wad. The cherry glow touched Noreen's bottom-cheek as he chided her.
"Keep your bottom quite still, Noreen! You must have several more sessions on this cheek before we turn to the other! I'm sure you would love to break the prison straps and show your violence, Noreen. Have no fear, they will hold you down. Is the discipline more than you can bear on your naked buttocks, Noreen? I shall make you bear it anyway. Every man watching would like to bring blushes to such a pale rear cheek! Besides, our visitors are enjoying the sight so much that it would be quite impossible to expect them to show leniency. A moment's pause, Noreen, while we draw the Havana to brightness again. And now an extra minute on the same rear cheek! Did that make your toes curl, Noreen? I think it did!"
He moved the sparkling tip in a light stippling motion and Noreen's wild shrillness almost penetrated the wadded cotton. Not one of the onlookers suggested a reprieve for this broad bottomed working-girl. It seemed that the sight of Noreen's bare bottom under such discipline stiffened the resolve of every man who watched her. When she twisted her face round frantically, each man eagerly directed her eyes to the hardness of his handful. In .such a state, it was unreasonable to expect leniency from them.
There was another pause for ten minutes or so. This time it was the groom who was told to work
Noreen between the legs with his fingers. The eager onlookers saw that the full-cheeked pallor on the left-hand side of Noreen's butt was mapped by an arabesque of bright scarlet trails. To their excitement, Mr. Bowler returned to the same cheek again, smiling knowingly at Noreen, whose desperation now showed in her brown eyes under her level fringe.
"I shall rouge one bottom-cheek quite outrageously, Noreen, before I turn to the other. Your butt, Noreen! Keep it quite still! Ah, the touch of the cheroot makes you jump! Now that sparkling tip strokes over the full swell of your ass-cheek, Noreen! Now along that ticklish crease that divides your buttock and thigh! Ah, you really felt that, Noreen! I shall stroke it again! And again! What shrillness, Noreen! You would burst our ear drums without your wadding! See what splendid erections your admirers have now! Does it not excite you to put men in that state by presenting yourself like this? Those strapping young cheeks of your bare bottom, Noreen, and the red-hot cheroot glow! What thoughts they inspire! Two of your admirers ask that you should be denied an interval this time. ... The touching up to continue without a respite! I confess I should enjoy that myself, Noreen! Your bottom in its present state tempts me irresistibly to take you to the limit-and beyond it! Another caress over that same bottom-cheek, Noreen! What pleasure our guests will give their ladies tonight!"
Her buttocks tensed frantically under the punishing caress, one cheek still pale, the other crimson. In her frenzy Noreen's bottom retorted rudely, as if urging her plight. Mr. Bowler was well used to this when he had such a trollop under extreme judicial discipline. Noreen, having offered vulgarity to the onlookers accidentally was soon doing so deliberately, maddened by touching-up. Mr. Bowler began on the second bottom-cheek, still so pale.
"Such rudeness from your backside, Noreen! Have no fear, it will not interrupt the discipline. What, another retort! Believe me, Noreen, you excite your admirers powerfully when the punishment drives you to that! A fat-arsed young trollop of your kind is more exciting when she is not lady-like! Even the stable-boys work their young tools harder when they hear what the touching-up makes you do! An encore, if you please, Noreen!"
The glow was brighter than a firefly now as he touched it to the bare pale swell of Noreen's bottom-cheek on the other side.
"Over the crown of your rear cheek, Noreen. Down the curve and along that crease just above your thigh. Ah, that made you jump, I think. You hate that, Noreen, don't you? Very well, you shall have it again. ... And now the smelling-bottle. Over the cheek and down the cheek. ... A moments respite while we brush away gray ash from your pale bottom. ... And now a long session, Noreen. Oh, that makes another rude zephyr blow! Are you truly frantic yet, Noreen? I think so! Very well, we shall not allow you an interlude this time. ... The state of your bottom-cheeks, Noreen! Even your boy-friend would stiffen to see you smarting so!"
It was four o'clock before he had finished with the two strapping young cheeks of Noreen's bottom to his own satisfaction. There was another interval during which the girl was manualised a little by the groom. Did she truly think her discipline was over? Her straps were not unfastened and in a few minutes more Mr. Bowler approached her again a Fine corona sparkling.
"Between the cheeks of your bottom, Noreen! Our guests are adamant that your insolence towards them requires it!"
The grooms adjusted the apparatus so that the young woman's head and shoulders went down and her hips rose high. Her buttocks were spread until Noreen's crack was fully revealed to the eyes of her admirers. Cheeky young Sally was on her knees now before her elderly admirer. He had the light waves of her fair-haired bob between his hands while obliging her to ease his stiffness. And what of pretty Jane? She was bending before an old man's chair, her beautiful teeth set apprehensively on her lower lip. Her sweep of dark hair lay forward and her brown eyes under the slant of her short fringe were full of apprehension. The firm fair-skinned features of her young face were tense. Small wonder. The taut resilience of the youngster's bare ass-cheeks were presented to the elderly justice. He was a man of irreproachable public repute, however, and twice Lord Mayor. The spending he left in Jane Mitchener's bottom was therefore a rare honor for the girl.
Mr. Bowler busied himself eagerly between Noreen's buttocks while the onlookers relieved their feelings with the fourth-form girls. He must positively touch-up Noreen's crack!
"I shall map a dozen rosy tracks along the lower slopes of that rear valley, Noreen. Now you shall feel the route of the first. What, another blast from that most vulgar volcano? Even before we begin? And another? Does it truly give you such a thrill, Noreen? Now you must feel the first stroke, the ardent kiss of the weed!. That drives you out of your mind, does it not? "Now you shaft have ten seconds of it right between your rear cheeks to discipline that vulgarity of yours between the two glowing mounds! You fat-arsed young wench, Noreen! This shall cure your insolence. ... Ten seconds shall seem a lifetime to you. One ... two ... three ... You big-bottomed young trollop, Noreen!. ... Four ... five ... six. ... We shall reward your sluttish impudence well!. ... Seven, eight. ... Don't try to squirm your fat backside, Noreen, you young tart!. ... Eight, nine. ... After this you will cut your throat rather than emit such vulgar retorts! Ah, that makes your scarlet bottom-mounds writhe cheek to cheek!"
To see a strapping and contemptuous young tart like Noreen given a lesson in manners is a most stimulating experience. I will confess that I admired it. I also admit that my maid Sian was obliged to kneel and ease me as I watched. Yet I could not but feel that a truly moral mania had overtaken Mr. Bowler. He had not, it is true, branded Noreen's bare bottom with the insignia of a felon, as one of England's ancient laws entitled him to do. Yet the quick smart of the cheroot on Noreen's bare bottom was a prison punishment. True the roses would fade from her rear cheeks but she had been put to a fierce ordeal that afternoon.
A stable-boy was summoned with the usual pot of heavily-salted kitchen fat. Alas, the lad had been standing in the shadows watching Noreen's butt touched up. The excitement had driven him to toss off three spendings into the pot. With this unusual mixture he now smeared the big glowing cheeks of Noreen's bottom. The salt fat and youthful sperm made the unbearable smart of the glowing cheroot blaze up with new intensity. Even a strong girl of
Noreen's kind was driven quite out of her mind by it. Had she not been so stoutly strapped down, I cannot imagine the consequences as he spread the salt fat eagerly on Noreen's blazing bottom!
My final view of her that afternoon was of Noreen still fastened over the apparatus, her lank dark hair flicked back and her resolute young face craning round at us, the chin defiant but the brown eyes' hatred tempered by dismay. Her legs though strong are trim and even when strapped together one can see a little light between her thighs. Her hips were nicely broadened and the robust cheeks of Noreen's bottom were red as sunset and shining with the salted grease. The lad who spread the heavily salted fat upon her tenderly smarting buttock-orbs was whispering in the young woman's ear.
"You'll spend the night strapped over like this, Noreen. Each time the clock strikes you get another smearing of salted fat to make your butt smart like fire!"
It was impossible, as I left, not to reflect on Mr. Bowler. He was much respected in the neighborhood, for which he sat as justice of the peace. His reputation as an upholder of law and decency was unrivalled. His worst enemies could not deny that he dealt with tarts, whores, strumpets, and trollops in the most exemplary manner. No one could deny that Noreen deserved a severe punishment. Nor could it be denied that the common law of England, never repealed, entitled a magistrate at his discretion to inflict far more than the touching-up which Noreen had received. A law may be changed, but, until it be, its meaning must remain. Noreen defied her master, challenging him to do his worst.
Do not suppose, then, that I meant to deny Mr.
Bowlers authority or to set people against him. He is a man of the morality upon which our empire rests. All the same, however, I began to doubt if he was quite the moralist for me. Indeed, I confess it, I thought more and more of means by which I could remove Noreen and the other girls from his charge. Mr. Bowler, fine strict moralist though he was, exhibited an unmistakable look of mania in his eye.