unfolded rosebud of a mouth.
At last I felt her flush.
'Now,' she said. 'Good boy to have withstood so long-now-now'-in a soft low tone-'now-fuck your mamma.'
A sigh-throb-throb-throb-throb-throb-throb-throb-throb.
'Oh, Julian, you angel!' as she at the same moment gave herself to the love fit.
'Well,' thought I, 'love makes life worth living. No wonder it is said to make the world go round!'
We fell asleep, and awoke not until the morning.
'Time to arise,' then exclaimed Gertrude. 'Go and get the chocolate. You will find it on the table outside the door-no, go as you are; yes, naked. I love to see you so. You look so interesting with that shame-faced look. Shame positively becomes you, you naughty, naughty boy, to have slept with your mamma!'
Before I went I kissed my mamma well on her face, eyes, mouth, inserted my tongue into her pink, seashell- like ears, descended to the red and white roses of her bosom, thence downwards along the Via Veneris.
I brought in the chocolate; we drank it very happily together.
'Julian, what are you dreading?' asked Gertrude, noticing a certain amount of gloom upon me, which was caused by my dread that that night would be the last of my joy, as Mademoiselle had expressed her determination to have me circumcised and castrated.
The Jews, I knew, were circumcised, and yet had plenty of children. It was the gelding, the castration, I feared.
I told Gertrude my dread.
'Mademoiselle will, I believe, have you circumcised, but I am equally certain you will have nothing more done to you. Mademoiselle is determined that you shall be punished for seducing Maud and that you shall bear the marks of her displeasure as long as you live. It won't do you any harm. Besides, she would be afraid to keep you with the girls unless you were so punished as to make her pretty sure you would not repeat the offence with Bee or Agnes.'
'But does it hurt?'
'Yes, I think it does-like having your ears pierced; and you will be sore for quite eight days. Have you not read the Bible?'
'Oh, Gertrude! — Oh, Mamma! Could you not beg me off?'
'Certainly not! I think you deserve the punishment.'
CHAPTER 15
There was a knock at the door.
Elise told Miss Stormont that Mademoiselle wanted me in her bedroom.
Gertrude lent me a dressing gown and Elise conducted me thither. A strange, tall girl was in the room. I trembled. Were they going to operate there?
'This is the young lady who has the superfluous hairs on her face,' explained Mademoiselle.
'Will you not try electrolysis?' asked the stranger.
'No, shave him-her, I mean,' directed Mademoiselle.
So I had to sit down and was lathered and held by the nose while the strange girl shaved me clean.
'There are very few hairs,' she remarked. 'She will not need shaving very often.'
Then I was turned into the bathroom.
Immediately after I sought my clothes.
'Mademoiselle,' I exclaimed, 'what am I to dress in?'
'Oh! Miss Stormont has your clothes; go to her.'
I immediately remembered the events of the preceding evening and shuddered at the prospect of that little riding whip. I trembled as I knocked at Gertrude's door.
'Please, Mamma, may I have my clothes?'
Gertrude was dressed in a charming spring toilette; her tightly laced waist struck me at once.
'Must you have them?' she asked.
'Oh, you know I must.'
'And you know,' with a whisk of her petticoats, 'that you must'-imitating my emphasis-'pay for them!'
I changed colour. She went to a drawer and took out a dainty little feminine whip with a jewelled handle.
'Lie on that couch,' she ordered. I did so with reluctance and she put two straps round me, one round my shoulders, the other round my legs at the back of the knees.
'Vest,' she remarked. 'One! Two! Three!'
The little whip bit and stung fearfully. I cried out and tried to escape, to turn.
'Shirt,' she went on. 'One! Two! Three!'
The strokes were deliberately and well laid on and bit horribly. She paused a few seconds between each.
'Drawers. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six!'
I yelled-I lost my breath! That was an awful dose. She smiled.
'Trousers-'
'Oh, Gertrude! Oh, Mamma! Oh, Mamma! Oh, stop! Yah! How it hurts!'
She did not stop for a moment and put her hand through from behind and played with my testicles.
'Oh! Oh!' I exclaimed. 'Oh, for the sake of our-our love-of-our-night together!'
'Yes, if you will come about town with Mademoiselle and me without trousers'-momentarily suspending her strokes.
'Oh, Gertrude, how unkind!'
'Nonsense! You must suffer the petticoat. Now, Julian. Trousers! One! Two! Three!' With a will from the right side. 'One! Two! Three!' With a will from the left. 'One! Two! Three!' With a will from my feet. 'One! Two! Three!' With a will from my shoulders.
I fairly yelled and shrieked. She unfastened me. I rolled on the floor.
'There are your clothes,' she laughed; 'and if there was time I'd make you kiss what-made me enjoy whipping you. Your bottom is certainly beautiful waled. Don't you wish you had no bottom for a girl to punish?'
She left the room and me to dress before I could reply.
I was a considerable time for I could not recover from the pain and shock.
'I am glad your mamma has whipped you well!' exclaimed Mademoiselle, seeing how tenderly I seated myself, when, at last, I entered the breakfast room.
CHAPTER 16
As soon as breakfast was over a hansom was called and I was again placed in the middle of the seat between my two dear tyrants. I had not on this occasion that thing behind to incommode me but the whipping had made me quite sore enough to counterbalance the pleasure arising from its absence. We drove to a ladies' shop, not ten minutes' distance from Leicester Square. The window was full of corsets, chemises, drawers, mysterious combinations, and triple garments! Inside, behind the counters, the assistants were all girls, and in front of them numerous customers, all ladies and their daughters.
'I have brought,' said Mademoiselle in a loud voice, 'this young gentleman to be fitted with a tight corset
