screamed, “Oh don’t do that! I’ll do whatever you want, I swear I will, only spare me and I’ll do anything you say!”
“Take care, Miss Molly,” I teased, “you have just given me such a carte blanche as would abandon all the chaste principles with which your mother must have tried to imbue you. However, I will take your avowal in its immediate sense, which is to say that you are to help me with Miss Denton!”
So saying, I crouched down and untied her right ankle, and then loosened the wrist ropes, and Molly Bashe gasped and at once covered her panting and well splotched bosom with her arms, her eyes very bright and shining and wide. There was no doubt that she was becoming as erotically excited as I myself, and I meant to make of her an ally in the progressive stripping and smacking of delectable Miss Julia Denton.
“Very well,” I said sternly to the quailing half-naked brunette, “you will now keep your promise to me, or back you will go for a good deal more smacking on your bosom, and this time it will be with the nettles which I promised. Come help me fix Miss Denton’s wrists in this other set of ropes.”
“Oh no! Don’t you dare! you horrible man, I won’t let you! Molly, Molly, how can you help him? Oh, I see it all now, the two of you have conspired against me-you’ll pay for this, both of you! Let me go-help! Oh help me someone! What are you going to do to me-oh no-don’t tie me-stop-oh Molly, Molly, I thought you were my friend! Oh heavens, it’s vile of you both!”
Miss Julia Denton wailed and fought like a tigress, but I had interjected to Molly that if she dared let her companion go, her bottom as well as her bosom would pay dearly for it. I think too she was frantically eager to see the haughty beauty bound and stripped and smacked, and she went to it with a will. In a few moments, the two of us had dragged the fuming and angrily protesting Julia Denton under a companion pair of ropes very close to those which had imprisoned Molly Bashe’s slender wrists, and soon the fair beauty found herself standing on tiptoe with her arms dragged high above her head, ready for any advances which I cared to make.
“Now then, Miss Molly,” I said hoarsely, for you can imagine how furiously stirred I was by now after all that had taken place, “if you wish to escape the punishment I planned for you, you yourself are going to undress your friend down to her drawers and hose and shoes just as you yourself are now. Failing that, you shall go back to the ropes, and I myself will take down your drawers and the nettles will find whether your bottom is as tender as your bosom!”
“Oh no. No, I’ll do what you want, Mr. Jack,” Molly Bashe cried as she fairly rushed upon the horrified Julia Denton and, seizing the shears which I had laid down on the little tabouret, began to snip away at the shoulders and the arms till the pretty frock fell about her horrified companion’s ankles!
Chapter 8
I must confess that I was wild with impatience to see Miss Julia Denton stripped naked and to enjoy her virginal charms to the fullest of my erotic capacities. There was that about her which exacerbated my lustful senses to the extreme: her slim haughtiness, the insolent ripeness of her small mouth, the very obviously elegant rondures of her bosom and bottom which her garments presently concealed, and the knowledge that she had been betrothed and then jilted gave me to guess that even though she was technically a virgin, she would not be disinclined to amorous dalliance… the more so as Molly Bashe had already thrillingly assured me in private that her companion was secretly longing to be coerced into a total surrender of her fair person.
No pasha who ever boasted of his seraglio could wish for a more exquisitely imaginative tableau than that which I now had before me.
Here was the delightful Molly Bashe, clad only in her drawers, hose and shoes, acting as my executioner’s aide whilst her dearest friend Miss Julia Denton wriggled and twisted frantically with her wrists drawn high above her head and her body stretched till she was compelled to stand on tiptoe. And by now, since the brown-haired beauty was reduced to chemise and drawers and hose and shoes, the very next removal of these paltry shielding garments would display to my enraptured eyes the sweet succulence of her tempting intimate charms!
Molly Bashe had played her role with an ardor and a realism that even the devotees of Sardou and Zola could assuredly not have found fault with. And I think she had even convinced her friend that here she was, pitiably and shamefully reduced to half nakedness before me, and now compelled under grievous penalties to execute all my orders concerning Miss Julia Denton.
“I think,” I now commanded, “that we shall have the chemise off. I am curious to know whether Miss Denton’s drawers are as pretty as yours and as coquettishly flounced with lace.”
“Oh no! My Lord, no, Molly!” Julia Denton cried as she tilted back her head and stared up at her bound wrists and then frantically tried to yank them loose. “You shan’t undress me naked before this horrible beast, you shan’t, you shan’t! Oh, I thought you were my trusted, dear friend-and now you serve me so!”
“Do not misunderstand me, Miss Denton,” I interposed in a grave voice, “you must not hold Miss Molly guilty of such reprehensible actions, since she is but the instrument at my command. She knows that I have a serious score to settle with her, and she is trying to mitigate her punishment by prompt obedience to my orders. But as for you, my girl, your naughty rebelliousness and defiance of me, and worst of all your insults, which you still continue to express so volubly and loudly, cannot go longer unpunished. The chemise at once, Molly, or I shall have your drawers off and you shall feel a good birch on your naked bottom!”
“Forgive me, dear Julia, I must, I must, I can’t let him thrash me, please forgive me and understand,” Molly Bashe sobbed as she went about shearing off the shoulder straps of the chemise and letting the garment slither down to Miss Julia Denton’s trim ankles. There was a wild shriek, and poor Miss Denton tried frenziedly to twist herself around so as to hide the effulgent glories of her naked titties from my greedy eyes.
In vain. And her drawers were, indeed, even prettier than Molly’s; they were made of elegant batiste, pink, with white Valenciennes lace ruffles and bows all around the wide legs which came down to just above her dimpled knees. They were open drawers whereas Miss Molly’s were closed, and I could see at once that all I had to do was to slip my impatient hand up one or the other of those legs and I would reach the treasured nook of Miss Julia Denton’s jilted virginity!
She was really magnificent! In some ways, I lusted more for her than for Molly Bashe’s delightful treasures, which I had already, as you will recall, dear reader, vigorously and flatteringly sampled. Her breasts were not at all large, but they were high perched on her carnation-satiny chest, and they were like ripening young gourds, perhaps a trifle pendulous but not at all excessive, and certainly firm and satiny, as I was very shortly to learn through my tactile exploration. They had small areolae, of a bewitching dark coral which seemed most intense, and set in the centers of those sweetly angelic haloes appeared two dainty little pink buds, crinkly and twitching with every breath, sweet tidbits, morsels of delight for the lips and the tongue of an appreciative connoisseur such as I prided myself on being.
Her bellybutton was deep and very narrow, and in the contractions of her luscious half-naked body as she struggled now to shield herself from my profaning eyes it almost disappeared, as if it were winking at me and then hiding naughtily out of view. The waistband of her drawers was extremely tight, for apparently she had sewn a brand-new elastic about them, perhaps with a subconscious foreknowledge that their security would be imperiled later this very day. In her armpits there grew dainty little sprigs of dark brown hair, and her waist was elegantly slender and supple. But the drawers told me that her hips were lithe, her buttocks springy and rather oval-shaped, set tightly together with a gradually widening cleavage between those Callyphygian globes of palpitating maiden flesh. And most tempting of all, though the legs of her drawers were wide, I could perceive the rather prominent mound of her mount of Venus, which was apparently very thickly muffed, judging by the prominence of the bulge at her crotch as she twisted and wriggled hither and yon.
“Oh, this is monstrous of you, Mr. Jack!” she denounced me, her eyes sparkling with tears, but I noted that she kept her face averted to one side. “What I called you was fully justified by your shameful and cowardly acts! I do not at all repent them, do you understand? You are a wretch and a villain, sir, to force Molly to do your heinous bidding and to have lured us thus with the purpose of offering us these shameful indignities!”
“Your speech, my dear Miss Denton,” I ironically riposted, “comes straight out of a passage from one of Richardson’s or even Oscar Wilde’s more purplish novels. This is not the true Miss Denton who speaks, but a glibly erudite young bluestocking who has acquired little knowledge of the world but a great deal of useless rhetoric. When I have you down to fundamentals, my girl, I will untap your true self, and then we shall see what verbal
