'Yes, we may as well begin directly-at once.'
'You will not be severe-oh, please!'
'I shall beat you until I am absolutely satisfied, until you are reduced to the most abject, the most grovelling subjection, until you beg and implore, and pray for pardon.'
Ellen then walked up to me. Why it was that I could not resist her, I do not know, but I could not. She put me face downwards on a low, broad ottoman, evidently the top of a box for dresses; lifting the skirt of her dress, she held my head between her thighs outside her petticoats, but under her gown, and fastened my hands behind me. Then she lifted my chemise as much as the corset permitted and I could feel her contemplating my legs. I was already sobbing; her grip was ruthless, escape from it was hopeless. She then lifted her arm, continued to lash my bottom and thighs with blows, and commenced to lash me with her heavy leather tawse.
The pain was frightful. I writhed and struggled. She let go my head, pushing me down with her blows well- delivered from the shoulder.
She appeared to be possessed by some demon, to be in a frenzy. Mute with agony I rolled on to the floor, where, spurning me with her pointed shoes, she continued to rain blows upon me.
At last I shrieked and prayed and begged for pardon and mercy, as if my very life depended on it. My supplications appeared to give her intense gratification.
'Will you acknowledge me as your mistress? Will you acknowledge that you are the absolute slave of the petticoat? Will you worship the ground on which I tread? Will you-will you-will you?' she demanded, in a fury.
'Yes, oh, yes! Oh, Ellen! I beg, I implore! Oh, oh, stop! Oh, I will! Oh, I acknowledge I am absolutely subdued, absolutely conquered, absolutely your slave!'
'Then kiss my feet; take off my shoes and kiss them.'
I obeyed and she placed them roughly on my mouth as I lay on the floor beside myself with pain.
'You must come with me to my lady's boudoir now.'
'Like this?' I exclaimed.
'Yes,' she answered.
Lady Alfred was dozing in a light summer toilette over a novel. A short frock disclosed her pretty ankles in pink silk stockings, so short indeed, that I could see up to her knees.
She looked pleased and amused at my appearance.
'I have been obliged to deprive him of his dress, drawers, and petticoats already and have just beaten him, milady, soundly.'
'Very good, Ellen, let me see. Lie across my lap, Sir. You can leave him with me till tea time.'
'He has had no lunch.'
'Then he can go without. Lie across my lap. Upon my word, she has beaten you! What a pretty bottom! How red, black, and blue! Is it very tender?' asked Lady Alfred touching it and exciting herself voluptuously. 'Ah, here is something to tell me all about it!' she exclaimed, grasping me in front.
And then rising, she seated herself in a broad, low armchair, the back of which made a very obtuse angle with the seat.
'Lie between my legs. Put it in. Now, Julian, how do you like having your bottom flogged by a girl-by my maid?'
The suggested idea, the position, soon enabled me to express to Alice several times how I appreciated my bondage and its cruel discipline.
As she said, I was the greater part of the ten days between her legs. Naturally, I became tired, fatigued, perhaps I should say, exhausted; but upon those occasions Ellen was requisitioned to lash me with her tawse until I fully satisfied her mistress; and I had some periods of rest when her social duties took Lady Alfred away.
One evening she went to a ball, or, to speak more correctly, to a dinner party, a dance.
I had to sit up to undress her; and when she came in about two o'clock in the morning in all the pride and splendour of her beauty and dress, it appeared that nothing would satisfy her. The champagne at supper was the wrong brand; the chicken was overdone, the salad was not fresh, and whoever heard of a salad at two in the morning. She abused the butler who came up with the tray and the man who carried it; she berated Ellen and she smacked my face.
Ellen took things very quietly while Lady Alfred was fretting and fuming and not knowing what she wanted.
Ellen asked whether she should punish me as I had been very lazy and indolent all the evening.
'Certainly,' cried Lady Alfred, 'the very thing.'
So Ellen took me across her lap.
Lady Alfred then discovered a remedy for her perturbation of feeling. The spanking was no good. She made Ellen go for a birch and stripped me naked and then flogged me mercilessly. It restored her to a good humour. When I was in ribbons held by Ellen, and Lady Alfred had gloated over me to her heart's content, she put me underneath her on the sofa.
I tickled her a few moments with my tongue, exciting her to the highest pitch.
In a transport she removed her leg from across me. 'He must come to my bed; and Ellen, you must come too.'
She took hold of me, not by the ear, but by my instrument, which she seized very tightly with her right hand, making me jump with the vigour of the grasp.
'Come with me!' she ordered. 'Ellen, put out the lights and follow.'
Absolutely naked, with a flat silver candlestick in her hand, she marched me off to her bedroom, in all the glory of her evening dress, her face flushed, her eyes wild, her hair loosened, and tugging every now and then like a Maenad at my testicles.
When we reached the bedroom Alice threw me on the bed and bade me wait. She tore off her clothes and flew to me.
Turning down the bedclothes she forced my head between her legs, and, putting my feet on the pillow, drew my virile organ to her mouth with her hands upon it. She bit and pulled it as though bent upon making a meal of it.
I returned the compliment, catching her own fury. It was soon as impossible for me to restrain myself as it was for her. I returned her what she gave me, but I was exhausted before she was.
She made Ellen get into the same bed. When she had satisfied herself somewhat, and in the full glare of the lights, she made Ellen have me, while she kept her own hand upon my engine, seeming to derive intense satisfaction from the emotions, the throbs, the convulsions, she occasioned and felt.
At last, exhausted and drowsy, she told Ellen to get out of bed and turn down the lamps and made me sleep between her and her maid.
It must have been nearly eleven when we awoke. I woke first, but, not daring to move, I could only contemplate my two fair tormentors, naked on each side of me, in all the abandon of slumber.
Then Ellen awoke, and pinched and pulled and slapped me. She got up, threw on a dressing gown, and left the room.
'Where is Ellen?' asked Alice, presently awaking, and fondling me.
'She got up about half an hour ago.'
'Ring,' said Alice; 'or stay, Julian, just once before you ring,' and she played with me, looked at me in the most ravishing manner, and asked: 'Can you once, Julian, can you? You must put this fellow into me-into this wet, burning, insatiable flesh of mine. I must have your flesh.'
I had been dosed with champagne the evening before and I was anxious to get up for a certain purpose.
As Alice clung to me I craved a moment's excuse.
'No, I shall not let you,' she retorted with charming presumptuousness.
'You must put him in there, whatever happens, at once.'
A few moments later there was a knock at the door and Ellen entered with the chocolate.
The windows were opened; we took loose garments and breakfasted.
Afterwards, Alice amused herself by making me try on all sorts of stockings and petticoats, drawers and chemises, and finally deciding on a bizarre, fantastic, but pre-eminently feminine costume, made me dress her as I wore it.
First, I had to bathe her, and then to rub her delicate flesh, as she lay on an eiderdown of crimson silk, all
