The smart made me lose my temper with the pretty maid.
'How dare you?' I cried. 'That's not in the bill!'
'What do I care for that?' she retorted, and grasping me violently, she pulled me down across her lap, turned up my petticoats, and as she expressed it, warmed my bottom for me.
'That's not in the bill either,' remarked Elise, as, satisfied at last, she allowed me to get up, half sobbing and wholly burning; 'but it's a nice hors d'oeuvre to what Miss Agnes will do to you this evening.'
Elise then took me to the schoolroom where she placed me in the stocks-two pieces of wood, heel to heel, and in a straight line at right angles to my person, and a lid with two apertures for the ankles was slid over my feet and locked. Then a cruel backboard was strapped on over an inordinately tightly laced corset, my hands or wrists were fixed behind to its tail, and its collar set so high that my head was thrown right back.
'There! That is how Mademoiselle wished you to be, but I remember last year,' and Elise produced a red petticoat of my governess, which, having fastened at the waist band, she threw over my head. 'There! So you shall remain until it is time to birch you.'
I cannot express my sensations. Mons. Priapus was terribly distended by them; and my terror at being found in this state by my governess and cousins amounted almost to utter self-annihilation. But what could I do?
They arrived. Elise unfastened me. I was stiff. I had thought the time would never pass.
I was led to the scaffold, held down, and had my bottom vigorously birched by Agnes.
Afterwards, without much time for recovery, I was led to Mademoiselle's bedroom, and by her direction made just as on the former occasion, but without the preliminary ordeal, to get into her bed.
She soon came and enveloped me with her warm thighs, giving me such a squeezing that I can remember it until now, and making me kiss her behind as well as in front. At length we both fell asleep; I, of course, still between her lovely legs, in close contact with her person. What a curious sphinxlike affair women possess at the front lower end of their dear little bodies. What folds of flesh there are. How deliciously they unfold. What sweet moisture they exude. How they expand!
The morning had broken long before Elise came. Although still confined a very close prisoner between my governess' naked limbs in 388
close proximity to the wet fountain of her being, the disordered bedclothes enabled me to see the daylight in the closely curtained, dimly lighted room. I could imagine the fresh morning air outside, I saw pencils of sunlight, and I heard the song of the thrushes and the blackbirds, and the soft sounds of the breeze amid the trees.
How delicious and voluptuous these morning hours are!
Elise presently entered with chocolate and cakes, drew the curtains, let in the May morning and its fragrance, and again my dear governess made me breakfast naked with her.
Elise had been dismissed. There were no hours to dread today under her. She could not come betwixt the cup and the lip, and tear me from Mademoiselle, upon whose form in its gossamer night robe I gloated.
She played with me, and love sick, I responded.
'Oh, Mademoiselle!' I exclaimed, as her taper fingers excited me beyond myself. 'Listen to my madness now. Incarnate, conceive; we these days must end. Let us have a little one of our own. It can never be what it would have been last year. My virgin freshness has gone, and sorrow has replaced it. But let me, at any rate, unite myself, before I am older, with this dear ruler of mine. Let us have a little one of our very own to remember these days by- to personify all my devotion, all my love of you!'
'Lord Ladywood!' she exclaimed, as I made good use of my fingers. 'How dare you?'
'Love is bold by right of love,' I replied.
'And how do you know I love you?'
'Oh, Mademoiselle! How can I know otherwise?'
'This is a very impudent fellow,' she answered evasively, playing with him.
'Conquer his impudence,' I rejoined.
She lay back and drew me on to her.
'My love, my love!' I exclaimed.
She resigned herself to my fury, and I possessed her-not Bacchus docens, but this time of her own goodness.
I felt myself Mademoiselle and Mademoiselle me.
She loved me; her arms twined about my shoulders. Her passion startled me. Her legs wound round my body. She pressed me further into her.
'With all my heart!' she declared. 'You have won! I will yield all my heart! I will embrace, will conceive, will reproduce you-if I can!'
I lay on her bosom. I felt myself inside her and felt the workings of her mind and body upon mine.
I was entirely engulfed, in her beautiful body. She felt the throbbing of my member, and its agitations were all understood and appreciated by the corresponding organ of her own feminine constitution.
I proceeded to beget a child, worthy, I hoped, of her and of myself. There would be some immortality in the result. These days at Downlands and Mademoiselle's sweet influence on me would not be lost. They would live in a child. The spirit now summoned would find a home.
Throb! Throb! Throb!
'Oh, Julia! Oh, Lord Ladywood! Oh, my love, my love, my own love!'
And Mademoiselle yielded herself up to the soft ecstasy.
Oh, that May morning! What ecstasy was mine! What rapture! What satisfaction!
CHAPTER 10
My majority was approaching, and I was already the father of a beautiful girl, able in its infantine prattle to say, 'Mam, mam, mam,' to its own dear mamma, my Hortense. I confided to her the secret between Beatrice and myself. She had wished to be the mother of a child of love, not of marriage; and she promised to announce my engagement to my parents. They could not be astonished at it; and Mademoiselle told me I had made the wisest choice, notwithstanding that she felt sure Beatrice would always insist on having the upper hand.
My parents were pleased. I do not know whether I myself was or not. But I had quite satisfied myself that love did not necessarily mean marriage, indeed that marriage was a social necessity, probably excluding love.
And Beatrice's ample thighs filled me with passion. I might do much worse than be her husband.
One result of the engagement was a termination of my residence at Downlands Hall. It was not considered proper for me to reside before marriage in the same house with my bride select. Until engagement was known it did not matter. When once it was I suppose it was imagined I should seize the earliest opportunity of lying with her, and of plucking my rose too soon.
When our engagement was formally acknowledged, what importance it gave Beatrice! What airs of superiority she assumed!
'I took rooms in town and then went on to my father's where Beatrice and Maud were invited.
Agnes and Mademoiselle came for the festivities to my coming of age, and then the engagement was announced to the world. The marriage was celebrated at St. George's, Hanover Square.
How queer I felt in trousers again and with what envy Beatrice eyed them.
My happiness with Mademoiselle made me impervious to all this, however.
I, of course, recollect my nervousness at the breakfast. I felt like a slave and Beatrice evidently felt like my owner.
She, indeed, slapped my face in the carriage; and, sliding her hand down in front of me, told me that that thing was hers now forever, to use as she chose.
I did not object to being possessed by the magnificent girl into which she had now grown.
But what had I promised? Or, rather, what had I not promised and sworn in the most solemn mode! We had no sooner got well away from Victoria on the road to Dover than she made me kneel down in the carriage and kiss and do homage to Viscountess Ladywood.
