“Ah, you grin, do you?” she exclaimed, as throwing the probes to the other end of the room, she fell upon me like a fury, driving her sharp finger-nails into my flesh; biting and pinching my buttocks. I was thrilled with intense joy, from the warmth of her mouth and the electric touch of her hands. I made no resistance, intoxicated by her celestial contact.
In her mad efforts, she rolled to the ground. It was my turn to rush to her assistance. Picking her up like a child, I carried her to the bed, gently laying her in the place I had just occupied.
“Let me be!” she said. “You are a monster to have got me into this excited state. I'm sick! I guess I'm going to have a nervous attack.”
I undid her shirtwaist. Two lovely white, plump gloves appeared to my dazzled eyes. I lost my head, and dared to cover the twin glories of her breast with gluttonous kisses.
“Leave me alone!” she said, struggling in my embrace. “What you've done to me is awful! You worked me up to the highest pitch of naughtiness! I felt quite lewd! And then you left me in the lurch without satisfying my craving for the birch. I order you to come here on Thursday. Then I'll bring some rods. We'll see whether you'll laugh under my lashing!”
She jumped off the bed, again in a pet. Her rage was comic. It was like a child's sullen fury.
“My word!” she shouted, stamping her little feet; “can't I find something I here to cut up your horrid old bum with?”
Again, she opened every cupboard, fumbling in all the drawers, but with the same ill-luck.
“Ah! A good idea strikes me!” she exclaimed, suddenly. “Take a napkin, roll it up tight-as tightly as you can. Then wet it to make it harder, and I'll see if I can't tame you!”
I plaited and twisted one of the fine linen towels until it assumed the form of a thin, ling, white snake. It looked a useful sort of assaulting article, and Miss Rosey seemed satisfied. She dipped this strange improvised scourge in the water jug, and after she had wrung it out, it looked strong and serviceable.
“Take your places for the quadrille! commanded Miss Rosey, quite delighted.
I stretched myself once more on the bed. She began to flog me with great and renewed energy. The spotless snake fell noisily on my bare hinder cheeks, at first causing me to shiver, for the towel was cold and damp. Miss Rosey, seeing me shudder, thought she hurt me very much, and was greatly pleased. She kept on striking me as hard as she could, with much graceful flourishing of her pretty arm.
The twisted towel got harder as it dried. It now stung a little. My flesh took on a rosy hue. Encouraged by this result, she grew more active, dealing me some rare stripes, skillfully applied. I was deliciously enthralled by the beating which inflamed the flesh of my rump and excited my senses of voluptuousness. I could willingly have submitted to more violent discipline.
Suddenly, the towel unrolled itself like a flag, and my young lady, deeply vexed, cast it far from her.
“It was going on so nicely-and now it's all stopped again. No, you've no heart nor conscience to play me such a trick! I had formed such hopes of enjoyment, as I thought of birching you! Oh, I do wish I'd gone to the theatre!”
“Dear Miss Rosey,” said I, trying to soothe her, “why trouble, when you'll get your own back on Thursday-”
“The deuce take Thursday!” she interrupted. “It was this evening that I wanted to flay you alive! I wonder if you know how to kiss a woman's feet, with new and unexpected caresses? Take my shoes off, quickly!”
With a great rustling whirl of silk and lace, she threw herself on the bed. Pulling her skirts up very high, she exposed to my enraptured gaze, her shapely legs, encased in black, transparent silk hose, and her little feet tightly clasped by pretty, patent-leather baby shoes.
I could not control my joy at the prospect of kissing her dainty, tiny tootsies, and after having unlaced her shoes with trembling fingers, I thrust my daring hands far into her silk petticoats, amid filmy lace, while the heady musk scent emanating from her underneath mysteries mounted to my brain and made me dizzy. I had been forced to be so audacious since I had to undo her broad garters which she wore above the knee. Gently, I pulled at her long stockings, as light as cobwebs, and soon I feasted my enchanted eyes on her naked rosy limbs and lovely pink feet.
I had never seen such magnificent, divine pedal extremities. They were chiselled like marvellous artistic statuary; perfect and delicate in line, colour and shape. Standing away from its companions, the big toe was cocked up saucily like an impudent retrousse nose, and the whole row of wee pink coral digits were tapered like fingers, with microscopical nails, rounded in the form of some pearly seashell.
My eager mouth devoured them. It was a divine tit-bit of delicious, fresh-flavoured fruit, such as must have grown in the garden of Eden.
“Again! Again! Keep on! You do it so nicely!” sighed my adorable creature, in a dying murmur of deep delight.
My greedy lips and tongue rendered due homage to this priceless pair of feet, licking, sucking and tonguing- first one and then the other; and lastly, both at once, until I had to hark back again, not knowing in which marvellous little nook I ought to stop and concentrate all the delight I tried to impart and the vast, sensuous, mad pleasure I kept on experiencing.
Her heels were finely moulded. The skin of her feet was soft and tender; smooth as satin and of a rosy shade. Here and there, the tint was deeper. At the root of the toes, on the ball of the foot, were amber splashes of colour, akin to the hue of old carved ivory. The instep, high and proudly arched, was crossed by an almost imperceptible bluish vein, meandering-a capricious arabesque-on the white surface; but the supreme wonders were her miniature, tiny toes, worthy of adoration, looking like a row of newborn Christ-like babes slumbering in cradles of lily-white silk.
My eyes and mouth were insatiable. I groaned with excess of lust. No man could have been more happy.
CHAPTER XI
“Oh, it was fine!” exclaimed my companion, rearranging her rumpled petticoats. “I don't regret having missed the play, after all. I suppose you got me here to show me how clever you are with your naughty mouth? What time is it?”
“Eleven,” I replied.
“Gracious! Hurry up! I must be in by midnight at the latest,” she said. “I'll have my revenge on Thursday. You'll lose nothing by having to wait!”
Like school children having played truant, we got home at once. I let her go in first, allowing a quarter of an hour to elapse before returning. We had also alighted from our cab a few blocks away from the boarding- house.
The night passed after that grand evening was filled with radiant dreams. I desisted from drinking or smoking a cigarette before getting into bed so as to jealously keep on my lips as long as possible the fresh, fruity perfume of Miss Rosey's adorable little feet. I was still under the charm of the surprise I had felt at seeing such unhoped-for marvels revealed from out of the shoes of a simple book-keeping lassie.
I ought not to have marvelled, knowing as I did that the female foot was the object of devout worship in the United States. I had heard of the untiring minute care that young American girls take of that delicious hidden part of their desirable bodies. I had been told, too that betrothed maidens, during meetings of acknowledged courtship, abandoned their naked feet to the admiration and exquisite kissing titillation of their future husbands, who highly prize this favour.
My countrywomen, the universally-admired Parisienne, is renowned for her little, fairy feet, but-alas! — many a time and oft, her gentil petit pied should be described by the words, “pretty little boot.”
So long as the high-heeled bottine is small, tight, narrow, and elegant, the beauty of the City of Light thinks she has a pretty foot. Everybody round her encourages her in her error. She lets her tootsies twinkle in and out of her skirts, for the men to admire and pay her compliments thereon. Nobody troubles to ask what is enclosed by the dainty footgear, so slim and pointed.
In many cases, and I know more than one, the object imprisoned in the Cinderella shoe, which arouses our
