couch.
I started to lie down beside him, but he pushed me away with such haste that it frightened me. “Stay here!” he snapped in his thin, squeakish voice. So, standing, I had to unbutton his pants. I took out his engine. It was so small that it reminded me of the worn-out stub of a pencil. It had as many wrinkles as the year had hours. Taking this little, flabby piece of gristle between my fingers, I began working it up and down. I did not think that it could possibly get hard. I thought of the old man with whom Zenzi had had so much trouble, and I feared that I would suffer a like fate. But my surprise was great when, under my manipulations, my champion began to grow until the skin on his weapon was as smooth as a newly-ironed cloth. “Now, just a minute,” he commanded, angrily. Not understanding what he meant, I was nonplussed. “A minute!” he called louder. I rubbed harder. He fairly screamed: “What the devil!-Don't you understand!-A minute!-” “Pardon me, sir,” I replied timidly, “I do not know what you mean when you say 'a minute!'“ He apparently did not enjoy my ignorance, but snapped at me: “Take it in your mouth, you bashful dummy!” I did as he commanded. I worked as hard as possible, terribly afraid of the old codger. To my surprise, his once slack shaft grew bigger and bigger, until I could not hold it all in my mouth! Suddenly he commanded: “Stop!” As I drew my hand back, the stick-stiff lance snapped loudly up against his belly. “Now!” he ordered. “Quick! You are so slow! You could be on top already!” He remained on his back. I had to straddle him. I could not stand more than half of that terrible weapon. I had to hold on to the couch to keep from getting it too far inside and injuring me. Now he began working up and down with all his might, continually talking to himself: “So-I will show her how I can still poke the girls-she doesn't have to have others do it for me-she probably thinks that because I am an old man-well, if she does, I don't care-there-there-there-there-!” He kept this up until suddenly he seemed to collapse under me. I had to run and get him some wine from the nearest Inn. When I returned he laid there like a dead man and did not move. I was terribly frightened. I called the old lady. She told me that she knew him and said that there was no need to get frightened. Sprinkling some water on his face she said: “He always acts like that. He soon will be all right!” Suddenly he opened his eyes and jumped up. He saw the wine, drained the glass in one gulp, angrily stared at me, gave me five gulden and then left. I felt rich! I jumped with joy! Now I realized what a fortune my grotto was worth, and I decided never to use it for “charity” again. As I was about to leave, Zenzi came in with a tall young man. As she passed me in the kitchen, she' hurriedly whispered: “Wait a minute, don't go yet.” The man also said in a weak, trembling voice: “Yes, I beg of you, do that!” Zenzi came out of the room, calling me: “Come in, he will take the both of us. He pays well. This will be some sport, you will see! But you must do everything that I tell you.”
As we stepped back into the room, the young man got up. He was very pale and haggard. A black, full beard made him look even paler. He had sad, dark eyes. He bowed low when Zenzi introduced me. “This is my friend Josephine.” I was surprised at the stern, somber way in which she said this, but I was even more surprised when the young man took my hand and kissed it. I had to laugh. I thought it a joke. But she nudged me, saying: “Don't laugh! Stay serious!”
The young man raised his head, saying, as though he were afraid of me: “So young, my esteemed lady, and so noble!” Zenzi cut him short with: “Hold your tongue!” He seemed frightened, stammering: “Pardon me!” “Shut up!” Zenzi continued angrily. “Speak only when you are spoken to!” I hardly recognized Zenzi. Her smiling face had changed so. It was now dark and stern. “Undress yourself!” she ordered him. “But, no,” he remonstrated, “no, it is not time for that yet!” “What then?” asked Zenzi, perplexed. “The questions are first,” he whispered. “You are right!” She then tapped her forehead and walked back and forth before him, a dark, gloomy expression on her face. She called to him: “You vagabond-you dog-you rowdy-you surely have been thinking of me again, haven't you?”
He stammered: “My dear countess-I could not help it-I had to think! Oh, dear!” She interrupted him, saying: “Confess this instant what you thought!” He stammered again: “My dear Countess, you can read my heart. You know what I thought!” “You pig-you miserable pig-!” she thundered. “You thought of my grotto-of my titties-you whore-master-confess!” “I confess!” he answered quietly. “You thought-you miserable object”-she continued, in the same fierce tone-“that you would like to lie on top of me-that I would spread my legs apart and you would put your shaft into me!-You scoundrel!-you thought that you were poking me and playing with my breasts!-Confess, you miserable wretch!” Folding his hands and begging, he said: “Yes, worthy Countess, I confess all!” “Are you not ashamed of yourself, before the Princess?” said Zenzi, pointing to me. “Yes, I am ashamed indeed,” he said eagerly, slowly raising his hands to me. “Kneel!” commanded Zenzi. Immediately throwing himself on his knees, he now meekly said: “Forgive me, dear Countess, I crave your pardon also!” “No!” said Zenzi angrily, “there will be no pardon. First your punishment!” Blushing slightly, he stuttered: “Yes, first the punishment!” “Undress yourself I” ordered Zenzi. Quickly he undressed. His body was exceedingly white. He stood before us hike a whipped cur, with lowered head. Finally he nodded to me. I nodded back. “Just wait, you thief!” Zenzi said, undressing. “You shall see us naked. You may look at the Princess, but you will not touch her!” Naked she stepped in front of him her head held high, her eyes sparkling and lips trembling. She seemed nervous and excited. She rubbed her breasts against his body and rubbed her belly against his. She had me do the same. The man looked at us sadly, his arms at his side, not moving. He made no attempt to touch either one of us. An electric shock seemed to go through me as I rubbed my titties against him. When I rubbed my grotto against his hair, his skin was as soft as velvet and burning hot. But I noticed that his shaft hung down lifeless. What nonsense! I thought: when will this all stop? When will we poke? I was getting very passionate. Zenzi soon drew me away: “Now the punishment, you pig!” she said. He anxiously followed her movements with his eyes. She went to the trunk and took out two switches. “Do you know these you damned devil?” she asked, swinging the switches.
“Yes I know them, most worthy Countess!” he sobbed. “And do you know what is going to happen now, you whore-master?” “Now, the punishment, worthy Countess,” he replied, breathing fast. “Punish me!” And, turning to me, he said: “Most exalted Princess, you will also punish me!” Zenzi handed me one of the switches, and whispered: “Now hit-hit hard!” To him she called: “Out of the corner, you thief!” With one cut of the switch, she struck him across the chest, raising a heavy, red welt. He jumped, and, astonished, I noticed that his lance stood erect. “Do you feel that, you thief?-You ribald robber! You louse!-You vagabond!” she said, whipping with all her might, using a new name at every stroke. His chest and stomach got redder all the time. “Yes, I feel it, worthy Countess!” he moaned. “And I thank you for this punishment! I thank you! Punish me some more-harder!-And you, Princess -why don't you punish me?” “Whip him,” Zenzi shouted. I raised my switch, touching him lightly. I was frightened, but he whispered: “Oh, Princess! I know that I am unworthy, but please punish me harder-harder!” I did as he asked and I began to enjoy the game.
“Thank you! Thank you!” he stammered. “Shut up!” commanded Zenzi. We now kept time. Zenzi whipping his breast, belly and legs while I belabored his back, which was soon fiery red. The more we whipped, the more excited we got and the more enjoyment he seemed to derive from it. He stood trembling and talking: “Forgive me- forgive me-I will not think of your beautiful breasts again; forgive me, Princess, your breasts are so beautiful and hard-but I will never do it again -Oh, the torture-the pain-but I dreamed that I tore your maiden head, worthy Countess, but I know one must not do that-I imagined that I poked the Princess; I know that that is wrong-I know-Oh, forgive me-!” “Kneel!” Zenzi ordered. He got to his knees and moaned: “I lay in dust before you!-Destroy me!-Have no mercy on me! -Kill me!-I am repentant!” “You may kiss my feet!” Zenzi growled. He stooped and covered her feet with kisses. Zenzi at the same time continued whipping him across the back. He moaned: “Oh Countess, at your feet-I am your dog-your slave-!” “Kiss my grotto-you have insulted the Princess,” Zenzi ordered. Raising to his knees, he buried his face between her legs. “You dirty dog! Prison bird!-Pick-pocket!-she shouted, pounding his shoulders and back with her switch. “Will the Princess also allow me?” he asked.
“First you must beg!” said Zenzi. Turning to me, he pleaded: “Please-please-exalted Princess?” “Now sit up nice,” said Zenzi.
He sat up like a puppy. I wanted to laugh, but Zenzi stopped me with a look. “Now, go to her,” said she as she pushed him.
Crawling on his hands and knees he started to kiss my feet. As his hot lips touched me, a flush went through me. I began whipping his back until small drops of blood appeared on the blue surface, but I kept on as his lips tickled me. “Exalted Princess,” he whispered, “never again will I insult you-even in thought. Punish me-you are cruel, but righteous-I suffer gladly-I deserve it!” “Now, her grotto!” shouted Zenzi. He raised his head, kissing me all over. Each touch of his hot lips seemed to pierce my heart. Just {hen he buried his face in my lap, always kissing, but he did not use his tongue. I was now so aroused that I forgot to whip. I was busy with my own emotions. He stopped at once. Zenzi coming closer, commanded: “Get up!” “End this, worthy Countess-end my suffering- you cruel one-” he begged. “Very well,” she answered, “I will. Now, who do you want in front?-the Princess or me?” “Please-the Princess-if she will do me the honor!” Then Zenzi showed me what was expected of me. “You take his
