#305309 - Maiden Tyrants

Maiden Tyrants
by Betty Ann M—
no publisher named
USA

digital replica

Although written as first-person memoir, Maiden Tyrants is fiction. Publisher pages fail to name the publisher, city of origin, or year of publication. Text announces a limited edition of 1000 copies “ . . . intended for the Mature Student of Psychology, Sociology, And The Associated Sciences.”

Ignoring all pretexts, the booklet offers a colorful story about a young woman who discovers that flagellation can be exciting and bizarrely pleasurable. After a series of unfortunate events, Betty Ann finds herself in the office of a Chicago employment agency. Mrs. Hill arrives in search of a personal maid and requests a private interview with the young woman she finds sitting near the secretary.

Mrs. Hill will provide uniforms and monthly pay. She explains . . . .

“I am going to a good bit of trouble to teach you all this, and after you learn, you will probably become careless. I certainly do not desire a slipshod maid, neither do I expect to discharge you after all my efforts to teach you. Therefore if your work is neglected, you will be taught obedience and diligence by being turned over my knee and spanked!”

Soon, Betty Ann commits her first misdemeanor: she uses her employer's bathtub while she is out of the penthouse. Mrs. Hill returns home earlier than expected, finds Betty Ann relaxing in the bathtub and promises a quick dose of discipline.

Mrs. Hill calmly adjusted my position to her complete satisfaction, holding me tightly all the while, for I was already making attempts to break loose. The sudden pulling of my skirt above my waist sent me into fresh supplications, for with it went half my protection. And these were but intensified when she drew my ruffled panties down to a point just below my knee.
Suddenly she spoke, “Betty Ann be quiet. Be quiet at once I say.” She repeated this several times until at last my outcries ceased, and I lay still, sobbing softly. “Betty Ann, you have disobeyed one of my strictest rules. Are you repentant?”

“Y-y-yes.”

“Will you promise never to let this occur again?”

“Y-y-y-yes.” I repeated again.

Twisting about slightly she reached her hand back onto my dresser, and turning my head I saw her hand reappear with my own ivory backed hair brush, whose stings I had felt before when wielded by my mother. And I had been expecting a hand spanking! Grief and woe broke out afresh from my throat.

“Oh no Mrs. Hill” I protested, “not that — please — not the hair brush. Use your hand — please, please!”

She laid the hair brush on the small of my back, where I could feel it on the bare skin, and passed an exploratory hand over my naked and quivering hips.

Finally she spoke. “Oh no Betty Ann, I am afraid that my poor hand would do scant justice to these swelling cheeks which are so smooth and hard. I am sorry my dear, but it must be the hair brush. Get ready — grit your teeth.”

Her hand swooped to the hair brush, raised it aloft in the same motion, and brought it down upon my right cheek, and before I could cry out, it descended with equal force upon the left cheek. Then right again, left again until I had received ten blows. By this time I was just beginning to feel real pain. I sobbed, moaned, and uttered short shrieks. At this point she stopped for a few seconds in order to give me a chance to realize what happened. Then, having established a base of pain, so to speak, she continued, but more slowly until she reached what later experience taught me was about twenty-five blows, although at that time I was unable to count.

Slowly, methodically, the blows fell upon my poor seat, and at each stroke the area of pain was increased. My shrieks became stronger, longer, and my body began to writhe about, and my muscles tensed themselves before each stroke of the brush.

After many discipline sessions, Betty Ann develops insight. . . .

By this time I fully realized that Madame enjoyed spanking me, that she was constantly on the alert for any misbehavior or disobedience that would give her an opportunity to indulge in the pleasure of spanking me. Instead of resenting such treatment, I discovered that I received a certain perverse thrill in recreating in my memory, or envisioning in the future, other spankings. It might have been the thrill of being so capably handled and successfully overpowered and held during the entire proceedings, by a young and beautiful woman whom I had learned to worship; in spite of, and perhaps, because of, her cruelty to me. I was enslaved, and loved my mistress and my chains.

Episodes involve spanking experiences with Mrs. Hill's friend, Mrs. Austin, and her maid, Ruby. Mrs. Hill catches a delivery messenger stealing in her apartment and threatens to notify the police. He accepts her alternate penalty of a spanking, on which she and Betty Ann collaborate.

At the end of the volume, Dr. M— becomes Betty Ann's rescuer and husband. He adds a “dissertation” that organizes information about flagellation according to Nomenclature, Implements, and Posture.

In the antique booklet, all text pages are numbered. Illustrations were printed on pages without numbers and the reverse side is blank. One page is blank on two sides. This was probably intended to hold the eighth illustration, which is barely visible on the cover.

The intelligent text was re-set for the ebook iteration. Few changes were made. About 16000 words.

The ebook contains seven illustrations that show tableaux described the story. As possible, they were placed near text that describes them.

Brightness, contrast and levels were adjusted and shadows reduced to show detail. The ink renderings transposed to ebook format with sharp edges.

All new scans.

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