with my hands.
When Lady Alfred was dressed and had gone, the inexorable Ellen came to give me the matutinal beating which I bore as best I could. Afterwards, dressed in plain clothes and in coarser linen than I liked, there were Alice's shoes to clean, her dress to brush, her things to put away, and the thousand-and-one little duties of a maid to perform.
So the ten days passed. And she returned me to Downlands Hall considerably tamed and very much effeminatised.
CHAPTER 8
I was driven back in a high dog cart to Downlands Hall, on a fine breezy morning, and there in the approach to the house stood Gertrude Stormont, my mamma, my Vivien, her hair as golden as ever, her form as lithe and supple.
I stopped the cart, jumped out, told the man to drive on to the house, and ran up to my mamma, both hands outstretched. She came to meet me, and clasped them both.
'Julian!' she said, in her low tones, velvety and sweet.
'Oh, Mamma, Mamma,' I cried, 'at last! Oh, I am so glad! How long have you been here?'
'Only since the day before yesterday. And are you still a boy and as naughty as ever? Come, let us stroll through the woods. We shall get back for lunch at half-past two.'
We made our way through the park, till we came to a mossy bank in a sequestered glade. Gertrude threw her parasol down and seated herself.
'Sit beside me and tell me all.'
I readily obeyed and caught her in my arms. The violence of my kisses brought a crimson glow to her face; and before I knew what I was about I had slipped my hands up underneath her petticoats.
'Julian, how dare you?' she exclaimed, with entrancing anger, and yet I knew she liked it. 'No, no, no; not here.'
'Yes, here, now, in the open air. I will commit incest. I will have my mamma, without another word. I will violate and outrage her. I will tell her all in that way.'
'Julian,' she said, with charming mock severity, 'I fear the nettle petticoat, the thistles, the birching, the ride, have all been forgotten. Well, if it must, it shall!' as I continued to tickle her. 'How he has grown!' she exclaimed, feeling him. 'But I think it is very wrong, and what will Mademoiselle say at your outraging her guest in the green fields in this manner?'
But I only replied by pushing her down, kissing her lips so vehemently as to choke her protests, and removing her garments. I advanced into the interior of the paradise before me.
As soon as she felt the cold air upon her uncovered limbs, the whole situation struck her so forcibly that she was carried away by an excess of voluptuousness, and becoming utterly reckless, twined her limbs about my body.
'Oh, oh, Julian! You bold boy! But I will punish you afterwards. Now, Sir!' — moving up and down-'Oh, oh! Now-tell me all,' and she fell still further back. 'Oh, you dear boy! Oh! Oh! Oh!'
'Again!' I cried, a few moments later.
'Lady Alfred's discipline does not seem to have done you much good. I expected home such a demure, such a subdued, such a prudish Julia, and-oh, oh!'
'Oh, Gertrude, my own!'
'You darling boy! You are wicked, though.'
And she smiled at me with her love-laden eyes.
We talked freely, unconstrainedly, and at ease, and in peace, which is more than most youths and maidens, when alone in each other's company, can say, and we did so as we had had the philosophy and the courage to satisfy nature first. 379
How she laughed at my experiences! How she rejoiced in my discovery of Lady Alfred's sex! How she gloated over the description detailed minutely, which she obliged me to give her, of the attempt made to make me believe myself a girl! What sly references she made about that ivory plug!
'And you are still in petticoats. Oh, Julian!'
'Mamma, I came into the world under them. And it is my belief I shall have to wear them until I leave it. How any man can escape them is to me a mystery.'
'Indeed,' she said, 'but Mademoiselle has news for you. Shall I tell you? You are not Julian Robinson any longer. You-you petticoated thing! — are now Lord Viscount Lady-wood. Your father has at length accepted an earldom. The general election was too much for him. He would not, he said, associate in the House of Commons with men he could not admit to his own servants' hall.'
'Mamma!' I exclaimed, overcome by my new dignity.
'And Mademoiselle is determined to keep you in petticoats just the same. She declares you will feel them all the more. And what is more I believe the first thing Mademoiselle will do will be to make you take off your drawers to be birched by her, to prevent your head being turned.'
'Oh, Gertrude!'
'And speaking of drawers,' continued she, turning me over, 'I shall take possession of them now.'
Half serious and half in fun, she dipped her hands underneath my skirts, and despite my half-hearted resistance, took them off. She passed her hands over my sore legs and bottom, for Ellen had not 380
omitted the tawse even on that morning, being determined to give me something which would make me remember her for a few days.
I cringed and shuddered.
'It is so sore still?' asked Gertrude, with a winning wile. 'Women do nothing but beat you, and you do nothing but beat them with this rod of yours. But we must be going. I wonder if there are any nettles about here?'
'Mamma!'
'Oh, yes! That is all very fine. You expect to escape, but I know that unless I carry out my sentence myself, it will be unexecuted.' And she looked about. 'There are some, I declare.'
Drawing her gloves on, she got up and went and picked two bunches of strong, rank, stinging nettles.
I also got up and made off as best I could.
She followed me. The chase was not long for she knew how to run in petticoats; hers indeed were shorter than mine, and my black dress had a train and her frock had not.
I tripped and fell and she was upon me in a moment. She drew a tape from her pocket.
At once the fact that she had a design in meeting me flashed upon my mind.
Oh, Woman! Woman! What a crafty, dissimulating creature you are.
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they could not return to town in due time and must needs sleep at the hotel the bag was found to contain a nightdress! How lucky!
I could not resist Mamma. She possessed too much influence over my being. She tied the nettles with her tape, which she fixed under my clothes round my waist, one bunch behind, the other in front, and then she made me rise and walk. I walked after a fashion-a most ridiculous one-which made Gertrude scream with delighted laughter. The expression of my face she declared was beyond anything-at every step I was mercilessly stung.
'Now, Julian, now, Lord Ladywood, pray, walk decently,' and she would give me a push with her parasol. 'Come along, we shall be late! Come-your Lordship has had too much champagne-you seem intoxicated! Come, do walk properly! Give me your arm.'
'How extraordinarily you walk, Julian,' exclaimed Mademoiselle in her serio-comic way as, a few minutes after, we met her in the hall, looking in a puzzled manner first at me and then at Gertrude. 'What piece of folly have
