“First let us have this nasty shirt off,” she said, and her nimble fingers began to undo his collar. “You finish that,” she continued, “whilst I go to the bathroom to fetch some warm water, and remember that when I come back I shall expect to find you stripped, quite stripped. Do you hear, Bob?”
She slipped on a black silk dressing-gown, and taking the candle, left the room.
Poor Brandon felt in a rather difficult position. Not an hour ago he had determined to cast off his wife and never see her again, and yet almost as soon as he had made that resolution, he had rogered her, and he was bound to confess that he had never enjoyed a futter so much in his life.
Indeed, though she had only gone out of the room for a minute, he longed for her to return and conduct him once more to pleasures such as he had never believed mortals could enjoy.
He heard her footsteps returning. “She mustn't find me like this,” he said to himself, and he quickly threw off his shirt and drawers and stood quite naked. “It's all your fault,” he added looking down at the limp tool dangling between his legs; “you can't let a slit come near you but what you must plunge into it headlong, and a nice fool you've made your master look in consequence. I don't know that I can blame you for it though, for you gave me a great deal of pleasure, and, in fact, if you like to begin again I don't think I should scold you. But you don't look fit at present.”
“I haven't been long, have I?” said Maud as she entered the room, “but I was obliged to get some warm water, for with cold I should never have got my dear little friend to put his head up. Ah, I see you have done as I told you. That's right! Now come here and let me see to you,” and she poured some warm water into a basin, and kneeling on the carpet in front of her husband, she washed his tool and dried it with a soft towel.
“Oh, Maud,” cried Brandon, “I don't like to see you doing this.”
“Why not?” she replied. “It worked so well for me just now that I'm sure it deserves a little attention. Look! it's half stiff already. What a nice, tight purse you have, Bob. You know the story of the blind girl who asked if that didn't go in too? Well! I really believed just now that yours was going in. I know I tried my best to get it in.”
“I know you did, darling, and so did I,” replied Brandon. “But I wish for your sake that it was a purse of money.”
“It is better than money, Bob,” said Maud. “I am not going to be extravagant any more except in one respect.
“And what is that?” he asked.
“Why I am going to make you spend — that is the proper word too — all that you have in this purse,” — and she weighed it in her hand — “on me — literally on me.”
“Oh, Maud, you are a duck,” cried Brandon. “I am so sorry I beat you just now.”
“On the contrary I am very glad,” said Maud. “You did not hurt me much, and it is nearly well now. Look,” and she threw off her dressing gown, and stooping down showed her bottom, from which the marks had disappeared, but which was still of a bright pink colour which afforded a pretty contrast to the dazzling white of her back and thighs. “No, I didn't ask you to touch it, sir, and least of all to put your hand between my legs. Besides, you silly boy, didn't you know that there is nothing makes a woman so randy as a good flogging, and nothing so much excites a man as flogging a woman or seeing her flogged? If it had not been for that beating I should never have had the best rogering you have ever given me, and which I think, sir,” she continued mischievously, “you enjoyed quite as much as I did.”
“I have heard about it before,” said Brandon, “but I must say I never believed in it. Besides, a man would be a brute who would flog a woman every time he wanted to get into her, and let her have all the pain whilst he had all the pleasure.”
“Oh, but there's a better way,” said Maud, “by which a man and a girl can halve the pain and double the pleasure.
“And what is that?” he asked.
“Why, though it makes a man stand to see a woman receive a flogging, it gives him a still stronger erection when he gets a few cuts on his own bottom.”
“Well,” said Brandon with a laugh, “I don't think I've had my bottom flogged since I was a schoolboy, but it is but fair that I should be served with the same sauce as I served you, so if you'd like to try the effect of a few cuts on my backside, blaze away little woman, but I warn you that I don't believe in your method.
Maud smiled. “At any rate I shall take precautions,” and she placed two pillows, one on the top of the other in the centre of the bed. “At any rate too you must acknowledge that your present condition is not satisfactory,” and she pointed to his tool which was quite limp. “Now then, Bob dear, put your head against the side of the bed.”
Brandon obeyed, and Maud picked up the strap and brought it down smartly across his buttocks.
“Oh, I say,” ejaculated her husband, “that stings more than I thought it would. I don't like it.”
“Screw your courage up, and don't be afraid. I won't hurt you more than I can help, and won't give you a cut more than is necessary.”
A second time the strap descended, and wielded as it was by Maud's vigorous arm, it made Brandon jump about, and at a third he could not suppress an oath. Maud put her arm round under his belly and felt his tool.
“It doesn't seem to have had any effect as yet,” she said.
“Of course not,” replied her husband testily; “what is the use of hurting me for nothing?”
Maud made no reply but brought the strap down three times more, and again slipped her hand under his belly.
“It is nearly stiff now,” she cried, “a couple more will do it.”
Twice more she brought down the strap, and then quickly skipped out of his way, as Brandon stood upright, faced round with his magnificent engine boldly rearing its huge red head, and tried to grasp her. With a merry laugh she ran quickly round the bed, and with one bound she was lying on it. She had barely time to place her bottom on the pillows, and stretch open her arms and legs before Brandon had thrown himself on the top of her, and had levelled his dart at her love-nest. The mark was easy enough to hit, and in another moment her arms and legs were clasped round him and he was driving into her with long strokes, each of which caused her to give a grunt of pleasure.
The strokes grew shorter but Maud met every heave of his powerful loins unflinchingly, and with her hands grasping the cheeks of his still smarting bottom and her firm white muscular legs crossed over the back of his thighs, she pressed him so tightly that the whole of his enormous engine was buried up to the roots, and still her insatiable coynte was unsatisfied.
“Tell me when you're coming, darling,” she whispered, “and we'll both go off together.”
“Now! Now!” he cried half a minute later, and Maud, letting go his bottom, clasped her long white arms round his back, and met every one of his short sharps digs with a furious wriggle of her bottom.
The two splendid bodies seemed melted into one, so closely were they united. Then a long shivering spasm passed through them, and Brandon rolled off breathless and exhausted, his neck bleeding from a bite which Maud's sharp little teeth had inflicted in the supreme moment.
After resting for a minute or two, he got out of bed and washed himself, and then picking up the candle which had been left burning, he came to the bed and gazed down at Maud. She had not moved since he got off her, and was lying, with her eyes closed in a half swoon of ecstatic pleasure. The two pillows which she had thoughtfully placed to raise her buttocks, gave a graceful curve to her lithe while body. Her arms were thrown above her head, and her thighs were still wide apart. The light of the candle fell on the golden hair under her armpits, on the red nipples, which surmounted her two big, soft breasts, and on the forest which covered her well-developed mount of Venus, beneath which could be seen the half open pink “big lips” of her vulva, still moist with the love stream which Brandon had shot into her.
“If I could only paint her like that, what a splendid picture it would be!” he said to himself. He put his head between her thighs, and gently kissed the place which had given him so much pleasure. She opened her eyes and smiled at him sweetly.
“What! not satisfied yet, you bad boy?” she said. “And kissing my poor little quim in that hypocritical manner after knocking her about and then flooding her. But she is a good fighter, and you will find her ready to meet your champion as often as he can get ready for the battle.”
She got off the bed and limped to the wash-stand, “You have stretched me so much with that big machine of yours that you have made me quite lame,” she said.
“Yes, I was afraid it would hurt you!” said Brandon, “I have never poked you like that since we were
