London, England – 1894
From Anne Randolph, author of Amanda Von Steuben, comes another trip back into time:
Clara and Louise, forced to leave their school when it closes due to the death of the headmistress, come to London to live with their bachelor guardian, Charles Wellington. The young women expect to enter the social whirl of parties and fashion without delay. After all, they reason, what can a stodgy bachelor know of raising young ladies?
A great deal, it turns out. Charles Wellington is a lover of the birch rod, having been exposed to its use as a young man when, as a house guest, he witnessed three unfortunate young ladies bared and birched by their father. Since then, it has been the ambition of his life to somehow obtain a well-born ward to discipline as he pleases. Quickly, Clara and Louise fall afoul of their guardian, and the severe German governess he has hired.
Uncle Charles’ Girls is destined to become a classic. It returns you to another era – a time of corsets, and bloomers, of strict governesses and severe Uncles, no nonsense husbands, and birch rods.
Be warned: Uncle Charles’ Girls is an authentic piece of Victorian erotica. It contains explicit BDSM themes, severe punishment by spanking and birching, dubious and non-consent, and explicitly-described anal sex. It was originally published as chapters 1-5 of Uncle Charles’ Girls on Bethany’s Woodshed. However, these chapters have been edited and expanded, and in addition the book now contains two new chapters never published elsewhere.
Uncle Charles’ Girls also contains a full chapter excerpt from Uncle Charles’ Brides (coming in August 2012 from Blushing Books) and an introduction by Alice Liddell, plus an extra long three chapter excerpt from Alice’s new BDSM romance, Straits Academy (coming in September 2012 from Blushing Books).
England – 1894
Lady Clara Smithson and Lady Louise Wellington sat on the velvet seats of the private rail car, nervousness showing in their every glance and posture.? The scenery outside the car was lovely on this warm spring day, but it could not hold their attention.? At all-too-frequent intervals, their attention was drawn back to the other, and the nervous conversation began again.
Both of the two young ladies were well dressed and quite attractive, yet very different in physical type.? Clara was eighteen, blond and fair, and, although petite, still inclined to a slight girlish chubbiness.? The cut and style of her clothing and her coiffure, though, were suited to an older woman, and this effect was only accentuated by the fact that she was wearing cosmetics, subtle and well applied to be sure, but their traces nevertheless evident, particularly on the pouting lips that had been reddened slightly.
Louise was quite different in appearance.? Nineteen, and much taller than her companion, she was also darker of skin and hair.? Like Clara, she was dressed in a style which many would say was hardly appropriate for a girl who should be barely out of the schoolroom, an effect that was only exaggerated by her elaborate, swept-up coiffure.
Louise and Clara were not sisters, not even related by blood, but had been thrown together quite by fate.? Louise’s half-brother had been, albeit briefly, Clara’s stepfather; it was their only actual connection.
Clara was the daughter of the late Lord Wendell Smithson and his wife, Lucinda, now also deceased.? After Clara’s father had died, her mother had remarried to Sir Robert Wellington, who was Louise’s half-brother and her guardian.? Robert was a full twenty-two years older than Louise, and had been out of the University by the time their mutual father, Sir Henry Wellington, had remarried Louise’s mother. ??After Louise’s parents had both died, the guardianship of Louise and fallen to Robert, and he had placed her in Miss Farnsworth’s Academy, a finishing school of some renown.
When Robert and Lucinda had planned to marry they had decided to put Lucinda’s daughter Clara into Miss Farnsworth’s with Louise, and the girls had become friends. But the happy family they hoped to create was not to be, as tragedy had struck.? Robert and Lucinda had been married only a scant three weeks, when, on their return from their wedding trip, the hansom cab in which they were riding had overturned, killing Lucinda immediately and paralyzing Robert from the chest down.? Although he had barely survived the crash, it soon became clearly he could not live much longer.? Both Clara and Louise would be left orphans.?
In the two weeks between the carriage accident and his death, Robert had made arrangements through various solicitors for the guardianship of both Louise and Clara to fall to his younger brother Charles, who was of course, Louise’s half-brother as well, though no relation to Clara.? Clara had a curious lack of relations in England, although a missionary Aunt and Uncle in Burma might be available for guardianship if they could be contacted.? However, until then, Robert had decided that the best place for both girls was with Charles and the necessary arrangements had been made.
After the tragic death of the newly married couple, both girls had been advised by a solicitor who had visited them, first on the instructions of Robert, then at the behest of their new guardian, Charles, that they would remain at Miss Farnsworth’s until further arrangements could be made.? Both girls assumed that these "further arrangements" would involve the contacting of Clara’s relatives in Burma.? School days for the girls were coming to a close, and soon they would need guidance and proper chaperonage for their London Seasons.? The implication was that Charles’ guardianship would be in name only, for it really was most unusual:? Lord Charles Wellington, now Baron Cladwell, was a bachelor, and it would have been most unsuitable for two young girls, one not even related to him in blood, to live in his home.
However, Miss Farnsworth’s had closed, due to the untimely death of that esteemed lady, and the country estate on which the establishment was located passed back to a cousin who had no interest in maintaining a school.? With nowhere else to send Clara and Louise, the school trustees had sent a curt note to Baron Cladwell, advising him that his two wards would be returned to him in a fortnight.? The note contained a strong suggestion that both a chaperone of suitable station and a governess needed to be hired immediately, in order to prevent even a tinge of scandal or impropriety.
Clara and Louise had been shocked and stunned by this further turn of events, one more unfortunate trauma in lives that had known only too much upheaval in the preceding several years.? But there was no good alternative, so when a dour-faced, elderly maid arrived one day to accompany them on the eight hour trip back to London, they had watched their valises loaded into the school’s cart for the trip to the station, and embarked without demur.
Clara picked at the car’s velvet upholstery nervously, glancing furtively at the maid, who slept, snoring loudly, oblivious to the clattering of the train car.? "I can’t believe he didn’t come to fetch us himself," she muttered.? "I swear, I am just perishing with curiosity.? How odd that you know so little of him!? He is your brother after all."
Louise looked at her companion, a touch of annoyance in her eyes, as they had had this conversation before.? "Half-brother, Clara.? And nearly twenty years older than I.? He was with his regiment in India before I was old enough to remember.? And my Mamma felt city air was bad for me, so she and I stayed in the country often when Pappa was in town.? After Charles came back from India, he never came up to Tonsley.? No one," she interjected sourly, sotte voce, "came to Tonsley."? She sighed.? "Anyway, remember, my Papa died when I was only nine.? After Papa died, why would Robert or Charles come?? To visit a half-sister he barely knew?"? She shrugged.? "I know it seems odd, but I’ve seen him only a handful of times in my life.? Robert’s funeral was the first time I’d seen him in, oh, at least five years."
Clara bit her lip.? "I know, but I hardly noticed him.? We didn’t know then that he was to be our guardian."? She paused.? "I saw him watching us, though."?
Louise nodded in agreement.? Due to letters crossing in the mails, the girls had not known at the funeral that he was to be their guardian and so Louise had paid him scant attention and Clara even less. "He knew though," she said softly.? "It’s beyond odd that he didn’t make himself known to us then."? She looked out the window, trying to shake off the disquiet this fact brought her.? Why had he not mentioned it?? Louise had pondered this repeatedly.
Shaking her head, she drew herself back to the present. "All I know is that he is perhaps five years younger than Robert, which would made him 35 or 36 now, that he has no wife or family, and that he’s Papa’s sole heir."? The girls grinned at each other.? The Wellington family was nothing if not well set up, and both girls knew it.? Several country residences, a very fine townhouse in Kensington, a small chateau in Switzerland… all these were now Charles’, and the girls looked forward to many weeks of elegant travel as they entered the Season’s social swing.? To say nothing of the generous wardrobe allowances both fully expected to receive…
Louise looked across at her companion who was still plucking the upholstery nervously.? "Relax, Clara," she said softly, with a mischievous glint. ?"What can he know about raising young ladies?? We shall be as free as we please."
Doubtless, Louise would not have spoken so confidently had she been able to hear the conversation going on at that precise moment in the study of Baron Cladwell’s Kensington house.? The Baron was interviewing governesses, and the woman currently before him, a middle-aged Prussian widow named Frau Gertrude Schwartz, was proving to be a most suitable candidate.? It would have been obvious to anyone overhearing the conversation that Charles Wellington knew more than a little about raising young women and that he had some very definite, and, shall it be said, traditional ideas about accomplishing exactly that.
These ideas had been introduced to Charles rather abruptly while still a university student.? Fourteen years earlier, Charles had been summering on the Cornwall estate of one of his closest friends, Rand St. Martin.? Rand’s father had produced a rather tremendous brood, twelve in all, running through three wives in the process.? No fewer than eight of Rand’s younger siblings were still at home, and Charles had been reluctant, in fact, to join his friend, in spite of liking Rand tremendously.? He had other school chums who were towards the top of large families, and had heard numerous complaints about visits to homes that were little more than glorified nurseries.? Rand had assured him repeatedly, however, that they would be able to enjoy the best of good times, for the younger siblings, five of them girls between the ages of eleven and twenty, were kept quite separate from the rest of the family, and were under, as Rand had assured him casually, very strict discipline.? "We’ll have no nonsense from them, I promise you.? At the first sign of mischief, all we’ll have to do is tell their governess or Papa.? That will put a stop to it cold."
Charles had wondered how such control was maintained, for experiences at other friends’ homes had demonstrated that younger siblings loved nothing more than to subject the bigger brother, home from school, to constant pranks.? This question was answered for him on only his second day at Rand’s home.? He and Rand had just been entering the house by way of the front door when they caught a glimpse of the girls’ middle-aged governess escorting three of Rand’s sisters into the library.? Two of the girls were visibly crying, and Charles overheard one of them plead in a desperate whisper, "Please, Mrs. Brewer, don’t tell Papa.? I promise it will never happen again."? Her begging was cut short by the firm closing of the library door.
"Ha," Rand had snorted.? "Wonder what the little bitches got caught at this time.? Must be pretty serious if old maid Brewer is telling Papa."? At Charles’ rather questioning glance, Rand explained.? "They’re to be birched.? If it were less serious, they would simply be spanked in the nursery by Mrs. Brewer."
Charles started.? "Birched?? But I had no idea girls were ever…" Charles, of course, was no stranger to a stout birch rod, it having been the disciplinary method of choice both at his grammar school, and, occasionally, in his father’s home.? But young women…?
Rand had laughed.? "Of course.? My God, there’s been eight daughters in all.? How else could a brood like that be controlled?"
Charles was still incredulous.? "But they’re so old."? One of the girls they’d just seen escorted into the library had been Harriet, who, at twenty, was the oldest girl still at home.
"Lord," Rand snorted, "my Papa says they’re never too old for the birch.? In fact, they aren’t birched until they’re thirteen.? My oldest sister Julia was birched by Papa the night before her wedding for using a saucy tone with our step-mother… and she was twenty-one."? He laughed in remembrance.? "She couldn’t sit at her own wedding supper.? That was quite a chuckle.? Wonder what she told her new bridegroom about her bruised bottom."? Rand looked at Charles’ face, which was still rather incredulous.? "If you don’t believe me, we can watch.? It’s really rather a lark."
Charles found himself flushing, for at the exact moment Rand had spoken, he had conceived an intense desire to do exactly that.? "Watch?? How?"
"There’s a gallery in the library which is entered from upstairs, through Fa’s dressing room.? Come on."
Hardly daring to believe his good fortune, Charles followed Rand as they dashed up the wide staircase, two and three risers at a time.? As they walked through the dressing room, Rand whispered over his shoulder, "We’ll have to be quiet.? Papa probably wouldn’t care if he saw us, but if any of the girls, or Mrs. Brewer sees us, they’ll tell my stepmother, and she wouldn’t like it.? She’d say it wasn’t decent."
They approached the door of the gallery.? "Not decent?" Charles hissed.? "Why ever not?"
Rand snorted.? "You’ll see. When they’re over the arm of Papa’s chair, there’s not much left to the imagination."
Charles felt a stirring in his cock, as for the first time he began to get an inkling of just exactly what he was going to be observing.? Their entrance onto the gallery was hidden by shadows and several bookshelves.? The gallery, which ran on only two sides of the library, was open to the room below.? A railing with a latticework below ran along the edge to prevent someone from inadvertently tumbling off.? The lattice-work was perfect for their observational purposes, as the spacing between the slats were quite wide enough to allow an unobstructed view, yet narrow enough that, hidden in shadows as they were, it was nearly impossible for someone below to peer up and through to discern that there were, in fact, watchers.
They walked along the wall, concealing themselves in the dimness, then crouched down and moved quietly on the carpeted floor up to the railing.? Charles took immediate measure of the scene below.? All of the girls were sitting on a divan, looking very downcast, their hands folded in the laps of their neat, white, schoolgirl aprons.?
Charles had noted their dress in the past, which was actually quite unusual.? Although the girls over fourteen ate dinner with the family, at which time they were permitted a more adult costume, during the day all the girls wore very simple dark dresses, a uniform almost, with white cuffs and collars, and skirts which fell just below the knee.? The gown was always covered with a full white pinafore, complete with bib and shoulder straps.? To complete the ensemble, each girl wore dark stockings and plain, sensible shoes. Their hair was inevitably braided into two neat plaits.? All in all, it was a schoolgirl fashion, but, especially because of the shortness of the skirt length and the apron, a fashion more suited to an eight year old.? Yet Charles recognized the girls sitting below him as Harriet, who was twenty, Eveline, nineteen, and Martha, eighteen.? However, he realized as he observed them, that there was something quite charming about such grown-up young ladies dressed so childishly.? "Where’s your father?" he whispered to Rand.
Rand shrugged.? "But he’s been summoned, I assure you."
Harriet looked up at Mrs. Brewer, her dark eyes wide.? "Please, ma’am.? I swear to you.? It was just a mistake.? We’ll be ever so careful in the future."
Mrs. Brewer looked at her young charges severely.? "That’s precisely what you said several weeks ago when you were warned and last week when you were spanked.? This is thrice in one month that you have been seriously tardy to afternoon lessons.? Obviously, my warnings and chastisement have had little effect.? We’ll see if your Papa can make more of an impression."? The girls all squirmed as she spoke.? It was clear they knew well enough just where on their anatomies their Papa was going to seek to make his impression.
Charles looked at Rand.? "She spanks them?"
"You better believe it.? Over the lap, dress up, drawers down, with a wooden hairbrush.? That’s a sight to see as well."
Charles’ next eager question as to how that could be accomplished was cut off by the library door’s shutting with a solid thud.? For their position, Charles and Rand could not see who it was, but from the nervous movements in the girls’ bodies and their suddenly fearful glances, there was little doubt that the paterfamilias had arrived.
The silence in the room grew heavy after only a few seconds.? Finally, the Honorable Sir Ralph St. Martin spoke.? "And what is the difficulty today, Mrs. Brewer?"
"Harriet, Eveline, and Martha were tardy for afternoon lessons, Sir."
Sir St. Martin glanced sharply at his employee.? "Surely tardiness is something to be handled in the schoolroom, is it not, Mrs. Brewer?"
"This was the third time this month, Sir.? On the first occasion, they were warned, and last week each of the girls was thoroughly spanked.? Yet this seems to have made little impression.? If you prefer not to handle this, sir, of course I will return them to the nursery for another spanking.? However, I felt that when such disobedience occurs thrice in one month, you would wish to know about it."
Sir St. Martin nodded solemnly.? "Certainly, Mrs. Brewer, quite right.? Such repetitive disobedience can only be the result of conscious defiance, and this is best dealt with under the paternal hand."? He turned to his daughters.? "Girls, do you have anything to say for yourselves?"? All three of the girls hung their heads dejectedly, and Charles could see fear plainly in their postures.? "Very well.? Each of you will receive twenty strokes of the birch.? Prepare yourself for chastisement.? Mrs. Brewer, would you get the birch for me?"?
Sir St. Martin shrugged out his jacket and placed it neatly over his desk, then very deliberately he removed his cufflinks and began folding his cuffs back to his elbow.? Meanwhile, Mrs. Brewer went to a small cupboard and removed a birch rod, made from several long switches tied together with a blue ribbon.? It did not look nearly so substantial as the birches Charles recalled from his own childhood, but it was heavy enough and the twigs quite long.? There was no doubt in Charles’ mind that the birch would be an effective one.? At the sight of the rod, all three of the girls looked as if they were going to burst into tears.
"Girls," Mrs. Brewer remonstrated sharply as she handed the birch to her employer, "did you not hear your Papa?? Prepare yourselves for chastisement."
Reluctantly, all three girls rose from the divan, and removed their plain white pinafores.? Then, clad only in identical dark schoolgirl dresses, they reached under the full skirts, drawing the gowns up slightly, and began fumbling at the ties of their drawers, which, when loosened, dropped to the floor in small white puddles.? Timorously, the girls stepped out of the garments and placed them on the divan.?
"Skirts well up, girls," snapped Mrs. Brewer sharply.? Reluctantly, slowly, sniffing audibly, the girls reached under their full skirts and petticoats, and gathered them up and around.? Within seconds, the three of them stood holding a froth of dark skirt and white petticoats around their waists, bare from hip down to just above their knees, where their plain dark stockings were gartered with simple ribbons.
Charles almost gasped out loud in his surprise.? Somehow, in spite of everything that had been said, he had not fully realized until that moment that birchings would be administered to completely bared bottoms.? He felt his cock rise to an incredible stand and only with great effort did he manage to stop himself from releasing it from his trousers, something he would certainly have done had Rand not been present.? Although the girls’ charms were not totally displayed to him, as they were standing in profile, he could plainly see the muffs of the girls’ cunts. ?
"He always makes them display like that," Rand whispered.? "Says it adds to the humiliation."
Sir St. Martin looked at his oldest daughter severely.? "As usual, I will give no lectures.? The time for such is past.? We will move on to a more effective method of convincing you girls the error of your ways.? Position yourself, Harriet."?
Slowly the girl walked over to a large armchair of Sir. St. Martin’s.? The chair had high, wide, padded wing-style arm rests, and Charles realized in a flash that the arm could not have been more perfect for the use St. Martin obviously intended to put it even if it had been designed specifically for discipline.? Perhaps it had.
Reluctantly, the girl bent over the arm of the chair and settled her belly into the high curvature of the arm. Her head dropped down to the seat of the chair, and, after tucking her skirts around her, she supported her body weight on bent elbows.? Her bottom was round and perfect, the two hemispheres offered up perfectly by the flat padded top of the arm.? Because the arm was so high, the girl’s knees were barely bent.? Before Charles could do more than exhale, Harriet slowly began to open her legs until her feet were well apart, toes turned slightly in.? This position caused the pouch of her cunny to be fully visible as well.
From their position in the gallery, Charles and Rand had a perfect view of every detail of young Harriet’s anatomy, from the dusky crinkled rosette of her bottom-hole, down to the shell-like lips of her cunt, which in her very open position, gaped slightly.? The whole darling area was framed by fringing curls.?
"Hold yourself in that position, Harriet," Sir St. Martin intoned.? "You know the rules.? Should you attempt to rise, close your legs, or make any sort of rearguard with your hands, you will be tied and the birching will begin again from number one."? He then stepped back, and raising his brawny arm, brought the birch down sharply across the girl’s nether cheeks.? She jerked but did not cry out.? Immediately, her bottom was suffused with pink streaks, showing plainly where the rod had fallen.? Deliberately, Sir St. Martin continued to bring the rod down as he counted the strokes in a loud voice.? By the fifth stroke, Harriet could no longer keep silent.? A loud moan escaped her lips.? Her bottom was glowing with redness, and, on the tenth stroke, when Sir St. Martin applied, with obvious intent, the tips of the birch twigs to the very lips of the girl’s cunny, she could no longer restrain her cries.? "Pleeease, Papa…"
Charles felt as if his cock were going to burst out of his trousers.? His breath was coming her short, hot gasps.
The twelfth stroke was applied higher up on the girl’s anatomy, and Charles felt sure that the tips of the twigs had fallen against her bottom rose.? "Oh, stop, Papa.? Please stop.? Not so hard."? The girl began wriggling her bottom desperately from side to side, in a frantic, but futile attempt to avoid the swishing birch.
Again and again the birch fell, Sir St. Martin counting each stroke in his slow, sonorous voice.? Harriet’s full bottom was now crimson.? "Noooooo."? Seemingly without knowing it, Harriet began drawing her legs together.
"Legs well apart, miss, or you’ll be tied."? Obediently, Harriet spradled her legs again, still sobbing.? Charles could see her cunt lips plainly.? Clearly, the stroke that had been applied there had caused them to become fuller and more prominent.? "Papa, please stop, yeee, ow!" she shrieked as numbers nineteen and twenty fell, both full across the girl’s quivering bottom.? Charles thought the punished cheeks a glorious sight, the whole of it suffused pink, with lines that varied in hue from pink to purple crisscrossing everywhere.
Sir St. Martin lowered his arm and regarded his daughter’s gyrating bottom.? "Do you understand why you were birched?"
"Yes, oh, yes," Harriet gasped out, her face in the seat of the chair, her bottom still wagging back and forth.
"Are you ready for your apologies?"
"Yes, sir."? The girl’s voice was weak and pathetic.?
?"All right.? You may make them."? His face completely free of emotion, Sir St. Martin watched as the girl rose from the chair, and rubbed frantically at her bottom, stamping her feet. "Enough of this nonsense, Harriet," he snapped after only a few seconds.?
Sniffing the girl turned to her governess and curtsied stiffly.? "I’m sorry, ma’am, for my tardiness."? Then she turned to her father.? "I’m sorry, sir, that my misbehavior forced you to chastise me."
Sir St. Martin nodded to his daughter.? "I, too, am sorry, Harriet."? He inclined his head towards the wall.? "Now you will stand, nose to the shelf, with your bottom well-displayed while your sisters are punished."
Rand leaned to Charles’ ear.? "He makes them show themselves afterwards.? Says they remember the experience longer when the humiliation is added."? Harriet shuffled painfully to the wall, where she stood straight up against it, and lifted her skirt and petticoat off of her scarlet bottom.? Gathering them around her waist, she held the clothes high.
Sir St. Martin turned to his other two daughters, both of whom were sobbing in fear.? "Over the chair, Eveline.? Skirt well up."
Charles did not know if he could possibly tolerate witnessing another such experience without touching his throbbing pego. Glancing over at Rand, however, Charles noticed that Rand, too, had a tremendous bulge in the front of his pants and was rubbing himself quite unashamedly through the cloth.?
Seeing Charles’ gaze, Rand smiled ruefully.? "You too?? Listen, old man, don’t let yourself spend.? After this is over, I know where we can find two of the housemaids who are not averse to a little fun."? Reassured that his reaction to the spectacle was normal, Charles began stroking his cock-stand through the fabric of his trousers.
Below, Eveline had obediently assumed the same position that her older sister had just vacated.? Eveline, however, was slightly taller and slimmer, so, if anything, her legs were parted even farther, her rosy lovelips even more clearly exposed.? Her bottom cheeks were high and very slender, no girlish chubbiness left at all.? Without further ado, Sir St. Martin began applying the same discipline to young Eveline, who showed none of her sister’s fortitude and began shrieking on the very first stroke.? However, like her sister, she had obviously been trained well to the position, for she made no attempt to rise or put her hands behind her.
"Yeeeowwww," she screeched.? "Papa, no…"
Again, on one stroke, the very tips of the flexible twigs brushed her gaping cuntlips.? This stroke brought a squeal from Eveline like none other.? Yet another stroke clearly scored her bottom-hole.? Eveline’s pleas were pathetic to hear.? "Please no more, please no more…"
Totally oblivious to the girl’s distress, Sir St. Martin continued to bring the birch down and count deliberately until Eveline, too, had received twenty cracking strokes.? She was then ordered to apologize, which she only barely managed to do, and take her place next to her still-sobbing sister.? "I’m surprised they don’t put their hands behind them," Charles whispered, remembering that when boys had been birched at his grammar school, their hands would be tied in front to prevent them from making a rearguard.
"They know that if they do, they’ll be tied, and the birching starts over from number one," Rand explained.
Below, the youngest, Martha was taking her place over the chair arm, already sobbing.? She lay there, limply, and made no move to position herself.
"Come now, girl.? Skirt up, legs well open.? You shouldn’t need to be told," Sir St. Martin snapped.
Martha looked back over her shoulder at her father, her pretty tear-streaked face contorted with fear.? "Please, Papa, don’t punish me like this."
"Do as I say, young lady, or you will be tied."? Weeping with fear and humiliation, Martha drew up her skirt behind and parted her legs reluctantly.? "Wider.? Full open."? With even more hesitation, Martha completely shuffled her legs apart, until her belly rested fully flat on the padded chair arm.? Martha was much fairer than her sisters, her bottom cheeks alabaster white, and while the curls fringing her pussey were certainly present, their light color left absolutely nothing hidden from the eyes of any observers.? Every moist pink fold of her open cunt was plainly visible