Henry.
Madame having finished the letter told the governesses to commence flogging us, and to strike as she called out, One, Two, Three.
They were stationed close to our heads so they had to strike over our backs to reach our bottoms, which were turned towards the end of the room at which Madame was seated on a dais, raised up six steps above the level of the floor.
I remembered the conversation of the gentlemen and the bet of my dear father, and I had no doubt they were watching us from some secret peep-hole, or were perhaps under the dais. So at every blow of the rod I writhed and twisted my posteriors as much as possible, in order to display all its beauties.
Margaret received fifty stripes, Emmeline sixty, Constance eighty, and I, the greatest offender, received one hundred, which caused me to faint away.
What do you think of that, Kate dear?
I told her I thought it was a great shame and asked if the gentlemen ever came again.
Alice said no doubt they did although she had never had an opportunity of proving it; still, on Saturdays occasionally she had slipped into the garden and found boats moored to the boat-house. 'However, my dear Katie, I have told you all I know, perhaps someday we will make more discoveries.'
Kate said she warmly thanked Alice for telling her all the circumstances, and they kissed and went to bed.
chapter IV.
About this time I received a letter from Susey, who, when the vacation commenced, went to her uncle in Scotland, and I may as well give her adventures in her own words:
My Darling May:
You remember the morning you took leave of me, I had to walk a mile to meet the coach. John Cox, my sister Jane's intended husband, came to start me off, and he carried my box on his shoulder as we walked across the fields and down to the crossroads where the coach takes up passengers.
John told me he and Jane were soon to be married, and he said her belly was so big that it looked beautiful.
I asked him what made it so big and he laughed as he said: 'Why, Susey, because I have made a baby inside of it to be sure, you little goose!'
John also said that he was now obliged to fuck Jane behind, because her belly sticking out quite prevented his approaching the front.
He told me that he had a special message from Jane to me which was to be sure to do my pee just before getting on the coach, as I should have to ride for many hours and it was very painful to be obliged to hold your water.
'So,' says John, 'you had better squat down at once, and I can see your little cunt at the same time.'
So I got close to some bushes and had a good pee and John had a good look at my cunny, and afterwards kissed and sucked it. Just then we heard the guard's horn announcing the near approach of the coach. So I had only time to give John's prick a farewell kiss, and then we hurried to the little ale-house at the crossroads.
The coach was full inside so I had to take an outside seat, and as there was no ladder I climbed up as well as I could. But I felt John's hand on my thigh as he stood beneath me.
When the coach started I looked at my fellow passengers and saw there were two gentlemen – one evidently a clergyman and the other, from remarks made, was his son, apparently about my own age. He asked me how far I was going and I replied, to Scotland.
'Have you never been there before?'
'No, sir,' I replied;
'They have some very curious customs in Scotland,' he said.
'What are they?' was my enquiry.
'The wearing of the kilt, for instance,' said he.
'I do not know what a kilt is,' was my reply.
'I will show you a picture of a Scotsman dressed in his kilt,' said he, taking a book from his coat-pocket, and turning over the leaves, he showed me the picture of a tall man with naked knees and a short petticoat which he explained was the kilt.
I laughed at the odd figure in the picture and asked: 'Do the Scotch girls and women dress like that too? If so, they must be cold.'
'I wish they did,' said he, 'don't you, father?'
'Well, my son, it would have a very delightful effect, no doubt,' said the clergyman.
I interposed: 'But the poor man must feel very cold here.'
'Not at all,' said the clergyman. 'When I was at college as a young man, I wore that dress once at a fancy ball and found it very comfortable.'
'Did you waltz in your kilt?' I asked.
'Yes, certainly, and why not?'
'Because I should think the whirling motion of dancing would cause your kilt to fly up and expose your..' and I stopped suddenly – laughing.
'Bottom, you were going to say, my dear! And where would be the harm in that? Ladies like to get a glimpse at a man's bottom sometimes,' said he.
'I'm sure they don't,' I replied.
'Oh,' said the son, 'you think the ladies would rather look at him before than behind, eh? Well, what do you say at this picture,' and he moved aside the kilt, which was a separate piece of paper, and showed me the Scotsman's prick in full erection.
'That's more in your way, my dear,' said he. Then speaking to the clergyman, he said: 'Father, this young lady, evidently, from her blushes, thinks a man's prick is more beautiful than his bottom.'
'I am very glad to hear it,' said he, 'for it proves that her education has not been neglected and that she has learnt from her catechism: 'What is the chief end of man?''
'My dear father,' said the young man, 'we have the back part of the coach to ourselves and the guard is sitting with the coachman, so we are quite private here. Would it not be a good opportunity for letting this young lady look at your reverend prick?'
'Most certainly, my son,' replied the clergyman, unbuttoning his trousers. 'I am always ready to please the ladies.'
So he pulled out his noble tool, fondly stroking it. 'There, Miss, there is something for a man to be proud of, and I am proud to have such a father,'
'I hope you may have just such another someday,' I said.
'Thank you, my dear,' said he, 'I will show you what I have at present.'
And he exhibited his own prick. I told him it was as big as he had any reason to expect, and he quite agreed with me and then regretted the fact that our being outside the coach would prevent his father and himself from looking at anything I would like to show them. 'But,' continued he, 'the coach will stop to change horses in a few minutes' time, and then the passengers generally get down and go inside the inn for half-an-hour for refreshments. But my father, the rector, is well known to the landlord and we will ask for a private room and take our refreshments there; and then, Miss Susan, you will have the wished-for opportunity.'
By the time he had finished speaking we arrived at the Royal George, and the parson and his son helped me down from the coach, and I soon found myself in an upstairs parlour with them. They told me their journey terminated there, as they had to drive in a gig to their home, five miles distant, and they both begged me to lose no
