pussey, and between the tender inner surfaces of her upper thighs.
The male victim's face was flushed with excitement at the sight of his lady's punishment, every blow seemed to thrill through his system, and put him into such a state of feeling as he had never experienced before, bringing out all the sensuality of his disposition as he watched the scene with rapt attention.
Mademoiselle plies her rod so vigorously that the blood soon begins fairly to trickle over Lucretia's bottom and thighs. 'Ah! Oh! I shall faint. I shall die!' she sobs, writhing and twisting beautifully under the continued flagellation.
The President here comes forward with her rod saying, 'I think Master Frank is longing to taste what it is like; pin up his skirts as decently as possible. I only want to see his bottom, we don't want the other thing introduced to our notice.'
Frank was so absorbed in watching the beautiful sight of Lucretia's whipping that he never knew his own skirts were pinned up till a tremendous whack on his own bum awaked him in a most lively manner to a sense of his forlorn condition. He winces and bites his lips, the tears starting to his eyes, and an extra crimson flushing over his face, all convince the spectator of his renewed humiliation. Again and again the President makes her blows sound through the apartment, but not till seven or eight weals have been raised on his posteriors will Master Frank gratify them by the least approach to a cry.
president, with a tremendous crack which fairly draws the blood. – 'I'll make you beg our pardon, sir. Will you ever insult us by coming here as a girl again?'
Frank, trying to bear it pluckily, and ashamed to cry out before a lot of girls, writhes his buttocks in agony, and still bites his lips in silence till they fairly bleed.
president. – 'Obstinate, eh, so much the more fun for us, my boy; will you beg pardon, and swear never to tell anyone of this spree of yours?' cutting his white bottom with all her might, each blow scoring the flesh and making it raw.
frank. – 'Ah! I must call out, it's awful. Oh! don't quite murder me ladies. Ah – r-r – re!'
president. – 'Will you come here again, you impudent fellow, will you take the oath now to keep our secret?' keeping him in constant agony by her well-applied strokes.
Frank's cries and Lucretia's sobs, in addition to the sight of two well-pickled bottoms, made the ladies all quite excited; each one takes up her birch, and as the President and Mademoiselle retire, they relieve each other in short spells of birching on the posteriors of the two victims, till at last Lucretia is nearly spent; she gets oblivious to pain, and seems lost in a kind of lethargic stupor. They let her down, and apply restoratives, which soon bring her to herself again, whilst Frank, who has been imploring for mercy, and praying to be sworn to secrecy for some minutes past, is at last allowed to take the required oath, but is greeted with renewed laughter when he begs pitifully to be released and allowed to go home.
'Ha! Ha! he thinks we shall let him go now, he can't object to Lucretia finishing him off, when she's a little recovered.'
frank. – 'It was all her fault, I should never have come, only she assured me of a warm welcome.'
president, laughing. – 'That's good, ladies, is it not? And you can't say we haven't given you one, but it must be warmer still before we let you go.'
Lucretia swallows some stimulating cordial, and with sparkling eyes announces herself as ready to assume the rod; they hand her an elegant new one, and she takes her position, evidently minded to give him a little after the fashion of Louise Van Tromp's style of birching. 'Do you,' said she, 'dare to insinuate that I tempted you to come here, sir?' flourishing the rod over her head so that he could hear it hissing through the air.
frank, all of a tremble. – 'Ah! Ah! Lucretia, will you too prolong my torture, now I have promised everything.'
Lucretia, bringing down her rod in earnest, makes his bottom wince and writhe under the stroke as she says, 'Then you don't withdraw that insinuation, sir.' Whisk – whisk- whisk, each blow harder than the last, and getting excited more and more, as the cuts seem to make the blood boil more tumultuously in her own veins, 'Is it not true that you ravished me, sir? these ladies know all about your shameful conduct to me.'
frank, in agony and desperate at this renewed torture. – 'Ah! Oh! Ah! I'm hanged if I own all that, why you know you had my – my – you know what I mean in your hand first.'
lucretia, angrily. – 'Don't mention the disgusting monster,' cutting him desperately across the shoulders, 'hold your wicked tongue, sir, if you are only going to asperse my character,' again paying her attention to his raw-looking bum
Frank, who has now lost his false hair by twisting his head about too much, looks a little more manly, but is a very fair youth withal, although his rump is not so finely developed as it would have been in a girl.
Lucretia, who feels all the stimulating warmth of her own flagellation, cuts away in fury. 'See, see,' she cries, 'that unmentionable thing of his is quite rampant, and sticks out under his shirt in front, it's impossible to hide the disgusting creature.' Striking more and more round his buttocks, which so disarranges his shirt that we continually get glimpses of a very formidable-looking weapon projecting six or seven inches from a bed of curly light hair at the bottom of his belly, the youth's eyes roll in a kind of erotic frenzy, and every thought of pain and shame has evidently given away to his sensuous feelings as he writhes and twists his bottom in a most lascivious manner at every stroke. The flagellatrix is also beside herself, the sight of his bleeding bottom and erotic emotion increases her fury more and more. 'Ah!' she cries, 'he not only tries to make me out worse than himself, but see how insultingly he is exposing himself to us all!' cutting the next stroke so as to reach the offending member. This she does again and again, causing such intense pain and excitement that at last the poor fellow shouts out, 'Oh! Oh! My God! I shall burst, it's awful, and yet gives most delicious sensations! Ah – r-re! Ah – r-r – re! Oh! Oh!' and then he seems to die away in an excess of voluptuous emotion.
Lucretia suspends her rod for a few instants and then suddenly wakes him up again with two or three tremendous whacks upon his sore posteriors, exclaiming, 'Wake up, sir, we've had enough of that, perhaps you will now withdraw 'your insinuations against me; did you not take advantage of my confusion, when I found you so exposed in the garden?' following up her question by a lively application of her rod, till the blood fairly trickles down Master Frank's thighs.
frank, again in awful pain, and ashamed to think how he has been exposed, now his erotic excitement has passed off for the moment. – 'Ah! Ah! you she-devil, who could believe you could cut me up so after your loving caresses and assertions of your affection for me. Ah! Miss Coote, save me from her, have mercy ladies!' the tears of shame and agonized mortification running down his crimson face.
lucretia. – 'Not yet, you impudent boy; will you withdraw your assertions about me, or I will literally skin your bottom before you get let off.'
frank. – 'Oh! Oh! how cruel of you Lucretia, to force me to tell a lie, how can I?' writhing under the shower of smarting strokes, and evidently beginning to experience the return of his voluptuous feelings.
lucretia. – 'Your cries are delightful. I enjoy it so much more, knowing how we love each other. Will – will you withdraw your wicked assertions? You have made these ladies think me a monster of lasciviousness. Do you hear, sir?' cutting well up under the crack of his bottom, so that the tips of the birch might sting him in the tenderest and most private parts.
victim. – 'Ah! Oh! Oh! My God! you'll kill me,' seeming almost ready to faint with the suddenly excruciating pain.
lucretia. – 'Then why do you obstinately persist in refusing the satisfaction I ask of you, and say I want to make you tell lies, you wicked fellow, I'll murder you with the birch if you don't retract your vile insinuations,' cutting him terribly everywhere she fancies he can feel most.
frank, in terrible agony. – 'Oh! Oh! What – what must I say – all those stories about us are quite untrue, we never did anything wrong,' writhing about and hardly knowing what he says in his anxiety to get away from his torture.
lucretia, with a furious blow which almost takes his breath away. – 'Hold, hold, now, sir, you go to the other extreme; I only want you to confess you took advantage of me; your brain is confused, what a strange thing that after all this whipping and wealing the blood should still fly to your head.'
frank, sobbing with mortification. – 'Indeed – indeed, I remember now, how I put my hand under your clothes, when you were so overcome you could not resist me. Ah! Oh! Oh! Let me off, you never need fear I shall tell the secret of my own humiliation!'
He is fairly broken down, Lucretia drops her worn-out birch as tears of sympathy rise in her large loving eyes,
