let him touch you — say*no! You couldn't f-k me last night, and now you shan't again!' That will be a good excuse to leave him.'
She acted up to this advice, and got clear of the Temple in a few hours, without the barrister suspecting his friend Verney had had a finger in the pie.
Polly drove to the address, where Mrs. Swipes, the landlady, said she was always glad to welcome any friend of Mr. Verney's, who was such a very kind gentleman.
Her new lover called in the evening to renew his f-g, much to the ever-randy Polly's delight, and left her several bawdy books to read, including Fanny Hill, The Ups and Downs of Life, The New Ladies' Tickler, also three large and especially interesting volumes, full of large coloured plates, and every variety of erotic reading, tales, and songs, amp;c, called The Pearl Magazine/' which he assured her cost him?30. On taking leave after breakfast next morning, he particularly advised her to be guided by Mrs. Swipe's advice in everything.
'And you can easily be the best of friends with the old woman by indulging her love of gin every day, half a pint doesn't cost much, and I'll pay all your expenses. Be agreeable to the other girls in the house, and you'll be as happy as a queen; I'm not a jealous sort, and you'll get plenty of the staff of life!'
By this Polly guessed she was in a gay house, but felt pretty confident of taking care of herself, as she picked up a purse of gold he left for her on the table.
'My dear,' said Mrs. Swipes, as she lapped her Old Tom,
'gin gives one such an appetite, I can always eat well, but it's too depressing for men, takes all the starch our of their p — ks you know, so never offer anything so vulgar to gentlemen friends, let them send out for champagne or brandy; whiskey, even, is not bad. You know the saying, 'Whiskey makes the love hot, and brandy makes it long.' For my part, dear, give me a man who can keep his place well, and go on with his f-g, getting stiffer and bigger inside my c — t, till he stirs my blood, raises all my passions to such a pitch, that when at length both come together it is really the melting of two souls into one, and leaves you to fall into that after blissful ecstasy which only true and experienced f-s really understand.'
Wetting her mouth with the gin she again went on, 'Fellows who are so hot that they no sooner get into a girl than it is all over don't give a bit of pleasure — even some old men are so warm that they only require the sight of a pretty leg and foot to make them come in their breeches. La, my dear5 you couldn't think what a nasty lot of fellows there are in London, both old and young men, who go about in crowds, or ride in coaches, where they can feel girls' bottoms, or tread on their toes, which is all they need to bring on a spend, instead of having a straightforward honest f- k, and paying for it, all the pleasure is had on the cheap. Never notice such fellows, always slap their faces. Now, my dear, if you would like to meet a real nice gentleman- such a handsome fellow too, a real Lord- lots of money, plenty of fizz, and everything jolly — why, my love, he likes to f-k me, old as I am, sometimes, as he says, plenty of good soup can be made in an old pot. Bessie Jones is awfully spooney on him, and he is coming to supper with us to-night if you like to make one of the party — what do you say, dear?'
'But how will Bessie like you to introduce me?' asked Polly.
'Do you think I'd have a jealous fool in my house? Why his lordship always expects me to introduce him to every new lady who comes into my house. Bessie and you will be the best of friends.'
Here there was a tap at the door of Polly's apartment.
'Come in,' exclaimed Mrs. Swipes. 'Oh, it's you, Bessie, is it; let me introduce you to our new lady, Miss Polly- ahem, what's your name, my dear?'
'Never mind that; what will Miss Bessie take to wet the introduction?' said Polly.
'I know what I should like to give her, and that's a good birch rod on her fat bum, for disturbing our quiet little confab,' said Mrs. Swipes.
'Would you, indeed, you dear old girl, you do like to see a rosy bottom, getting redder under your strokes till the blood fairly trickles down at last. Stand a bottle of fizz, and I don't mind lending you my a — e for a few minutes, it leads up to such pleasant sensations, and may be a novelty for our new friend Miss Polly; and I must apologize for my intrusion, the fact is I heard your voice in the room, as I was going down stairs to ask if Lord Rodney is coming to supper this evening.'
'Fudge!' exclaimed Mrs. Swipes, 'why don't you honestly say you guessed we'd got a drop of drink. I'll soon fetch the fizz and take the price out of your arse, my impudent^ cheeky beauty, although I know you enjoy the touch of the twigs as much as I do the using them, the sight will give Miss Polly here a new sensation, or I'm no judge of character, she looks warm enough for anything!'
'Thank you for the compliment,' replied our heroine. 'I own I'm not a lump of ice, but make haste, I'm curious to see the birching!'
The landlady went to the cellar in person, and soon reappeared with a bottle of true Madame Cliquot, in which the three ladies pledged each other 'long life and plenty of f-g.'
Mrs. Swipes had also brought with her, from the lower regions of the house, a long thin brown paper parcel, from which she unrolled a beautiful little tickle-tail, composed of a few long fine sprigs of birch, handsomely tied up with blue velvet and red silk ribbons at the handle end, whilst the tips of the twigs were so arranged as to spread out and cover a considerable area of any devoted bum they might be applied to.
'Lay me over the end of the sofa, and Miss Polly must hold my hands,' said Bessie, slipping off her dressing gown, which at once revealed that she had only her corset, chemise, and drawers to hide her person, which was set off to the best advantage by pink silk stockings, pretty gold buckled blue garters, and elegant high-heeled French slippers.
'As hard as you like, Swipes, dear, but you know I expect the gamahuche for a wind up at the finish.'
'I'm all there when the tingling cuts make you spend, my darling, I wouldn't miss sucking up every drop for the world,' replied Mrs. S., taking up the switch, as Bessie kneeled up on the sofa, and gave Polly her hands to hold tight, as she reclined over the round head of that piece of furniture.
The landlady now quickly unbuttoned the band of Bessie's drawers, pulling them down to her knees, and tucking the tail of the thin cambric chemise out of the way under her corset, both before and behind, so as to give a full view of a truly magnificent white rump, and all the stock-in-trade of a handsome and pretty young whore as one could wish to see.
'I'll begin as I mean to go on!' said Mrs. Swipes, giving a very spiteful swish to commence with.
'How do they feel Bessie, dear?' followed up with a succession of sharp cuts, which fairly reddened the flesh of her posteriors, and made her writhe under the stinging sensation.
Polly could see as she held her hands how her face flushed at the first smart of the rod, then how Bessie squirmed at each cut, getting ever more and more flushed, as she bit her lips to prevent crying out.
Polly could also very well see the reddening surface and rising weals as they appeared under the ruthless and stinging switches of the landlady, whose face flushed with delight as the flagellation proceeded.
This made the blood tingle in the veins of our heroine, who quite shivered with emotion, and an indescribable feeling of voluptuous desire.
In about five minutes Miss Jones gave most evident signs of the approaching crisis, she closed her eyes, and hung her head over the end of the sofa, her bottom and thighs fairly quivering with the excess of her emotions, till Mrs. Swipes, throwing aside the now useless birch rod, rushed on her victim with all the energy of an excited tribade, turning the girl over on her back, and burying her face between Miss Bessie's thighs, as she licked and sucked up every drop of spendings from her victim's quivering q — * m, to the great delight and excitement of Miss Polly, who sat down and frigged herself in sympathy at the voluptuous sight.
(Continued on page 237)
CURIOUS MILITARY LOVE-EPISTLE
Written by a Subaltern Officer to a young Lady
Dear Miss, I have been informed by the secretary of the news, that the fire of love was kindled among the faggots of your soul, and that, as your father is a bricklayer, you had taken the trowel of your senses, to build up the wall of our affections with the mortar of constancy. It is on this account that I also would light up the fire of my indifference, in order to cook the flesh of my affection in the pot of your beauties. But if, when I make my approaches, you should retire to the citadel of indifference, I shall then arm myself with the panoply of patience, till
