far seat opposite to me, next the window.
Elise sat at my left. The door was shut; the station-master nodded to the guard who was beside him, he blew his whistle, held out his arm, the engine gave an acquiescing scream, and we were off.
'What a noodle, what a nincompoop, what a fool you are, Julian. I longed to smack your face on the platform,' and she gave me a sharp pat with the back of her gloved hand on my mouth. If anything was needed to complete my abnegation it was this.
Mademoiselle relapsed into a reverie, her shapely legs crossed, her chin resting on her hand, her ankles displayed.
We soon reached Ipswich, the run of twelve and a half miles from Stowmarket thither taking only seventeen minutes or so. The platform there was crowded and there was great commotion and many people, Suffolk farmers, talking and dreaming in beery fashion of oxen. It was market day of course. No one invaded our sanctuary although many looked in with more curiosity and openly displayed admiration than I considered polite, and at which Mademoiselle laughed heartily. Her high spirits were contagious, and when we were again under weigh, I felt myself emboldened to utter some joyous remark, and warranted in an effort to throw off my restraint.
Mademoiselle gazed at me for a moment during which I felt my courage ebbing away and I became terrified at my own audacity. Then she spoke as I shrank into my shoes. 'This is not a pleasure trip for you, Master Julian. How dare you give yourself that insolent air and impudence, and attempt to treat it so frivolously; do you not know you are to be taken to London for serious punishment? Have you already forgotten the fault, the crime you have been guilty of?'
'Shall I punish him, Mademoiselle?' asked Elise, looking significantly at her mistress.
My blood ran cold. 'Oh please, oh, please, Mademoiselle,' I cried, clasping my hands, 'I did not mean anything, I did not intend to be naughty.' I dreaded being punished there in the train.
'Yes,' replied Mademoiselle, moving. 'Yes, Elise, punish him,' she said, dwelling on the word, 'and then sit upon him, until we reach Colchester.'
'Oh! Oh! Oh!' I exclaimed, wriggling.
'Be quiet, you little ass,' said Mademoiselle. Elise arose and took her bag down from the rack over her head, and opening it on her knees, having again reseated herself, drew out a handkerchief which she folded and placed between her teeth.
Mademoiselle looked on intently all the time. Elise then caught me by the wrist, drew me up, and made me stand before her. There was no occasion for her to slip her other hand, as she did, violently between my legs, hurting me a good deal, and exciting me more.
'Now, Elise,' said Mademoiselle, threateningly, as she observed what Elise did.
Elise then turned me round and fastened my hands together tightly behind me. She next encircled me with her arms, unfastened all the buttons in front of my trousers, undid the braces, and there, in that public railway carriage, and before Mademoiselle, promptly took down my trousers.
'Now,' she said, making a lag, 'you, young rascal, lie down across my knee.'
My cheeks flushed scarlet with shame. I dreaded being whipped. There was the exposure. The people in the neighbouring compartments would certainly hear, and I should be publicly disgraced.
'Oh, oh!' I besought. 'Don't whip me. Don't. They will hear in the next carriage. Oh, don't!'
'It would serve you right if they did,' rejoined Mademoiselle, shaking with laughter. And then she continued: 'You are not to be whipped this time, Julian. I am going to see if I can really impress upon you, that you are a girl.'
Elise nodded acquiescence as she said: 'Come, no nonsense,' and drew me down. Reassured, but wondering, with some consternation, whatever was about to be done to me, I lay down.
Elise put her right leg across mine, and her left elbow between my shoulder blades. She opened the drawers behind, and drew up my chemise. Then she took something out of her bag which was on the seat beside. Next I felt her hand on my bottom which she pressed and fingered, advancing gradually towards its centre. Horror! She had something cold and hard in her hand, which the motion of the carriage jerked about; but, terrified at her attempts, lying there on my stomach across her knee, I grew more scarlet, more ashamed, than ever.
'What a pretty bottom,' observed Mademoiselle. 'I really do not think I have noticed it before.'
Still Elise pressed whatever it was she held against the passage or orifice of my bottom. Terrified, I gave a little scream, and tried to jump, tried to writhe off Elise's lap on to the floor, to slip from under her arm. Useless! The only result was a stinging smack. Then-horror of horrors-the train slackened speed, slowed, stopped!
We had reached Bentley, a junction six miles south of Ipswich.
'Keep him there,' called out Mademoiselle, getting up and throwing a rug over me and over Elise's lap; only my feet sticking out, Elise holding me as in a steel vice. So during the whole stoppage while the porters and passengers rambled up and down the platform and looked into the carriage.
Suppose someone got in! Whatever would happen to me. However, no one did. In three minutes or less we were off.
'You must wait, Elise-keep him as he is. We shall be at Manningtree in a very few minutes. When we leave Manningtree you will have a quarter of an hour before we get to Colchester.' 176
As soon as we had left Manningtree Mademoiselle walked along the carriage, and, standing at my head, held me by the shoulders.
'You must submit,' she said. 'You have put a certain wicked thing into a certain part of your cousin, you must now have something put into-a-certain-part of you.'
Elise had got in her hand an ivory knob, about three inches long, shaped like a closed crocus flower, with a narrow flat band about a quarter of an inch wide, chased or cut round into it at its base. The base was fixed to a narrow, thin, and pliable silver crescent.
Elise immediately and more vigorously recommenced operations. She got the apex of the thing in my rear and forced it into me. I resisted with all my might, stoutly and vigorously. She pushed firmly. The resistance hurt me very much, and, besides, the attempt Elise was making excited me to so great a degree that I could scarcely contain myself. The combat lasted several minutes. Mons. Priapus grew larger and larger against Elise's knee.
Her continued efforts convulsed me.
'The beast,' Elise exclaimed, looking at Mademoiselle. 'The beast-he has gone off-spent.'
At the same instant, however, owing, I suppose, to the involuntary relaxation of the muscles upon the supervention of the venereal orgasm, she succeeded in getting the plug right in.
No sooner had she done so, than removing the arm which until then had been pressing my shoulders, she slipped it round my waist in front, and made me stand up.
Elise, as I stood shaking and trembling before her, quickly drew up my trousers and buttoned them. The knob inside did not exactly hurt, but was immensely inconvenient. The predominating sensation being that 177
there was a bomb inside, which might explode at any moment, and which I could not get rid of.
Mademoiselle evidently hugely enjoyed my condition.
'How do you like that?' she enquired. 'We have discovered a vulnerable point. Perhaps you will have more regard for young ladies in front now that you know they can avenge themselves on your rear. And indeed you suffer less for that thing will not do what yours did.'
'But Mademoiselle,' said Elise, 'if you will permit me, I will make it work too.'
'Oh, Mademoiselle, pray, don't; it is enough, too much to have it there,' and I flushed scarlet again at the idea.
'Maud might have said the same to you and yet you pumped what you could into her.'
Again the idea that Maud had asked me at the last moment to desist crossed my mind. There was now no time to dwell on the subject.
'How do you like that?' Mademoiselle triumphantly asked. 'Now sit down.'
Sit down! How could I sit down? Sit down on that thing! No, I was going to remain on my feet for the rest of the journey. I shuffled from one foot to the other.
'Sit down,' she reiterated, 'at once.'
'Oh, Mademoiselle, I can't.'
'Put him down, Elise.'
Elise placed her hands on my shoulders and forced me down with a cruel bang into the seat which I had occupied before.
