teach you to be honest! I'll whip it into your system.'
'Oh, God! Oh, gracious heaven! Oh, mistress! Oh, mistress!' screamed the girl, wriggling and twisting like a little devil on feeling the smarting cuts of the new birch. 'Do forgive me, I will never steal any more for the rest of my life! Oh! Oh! Indeed I won't!'
But the mistress, foaming with rage, kept on flogging her with unremitting fury, till the rod was worn out, and she had to drop it from sheer exhaustion.
Then she called the servant, and ordered her to wash the girl's weals and bruises with some strong brine.
She means to give her every Saturday during a month just such another whipping. I think she is quite right to do so, as such corrections will deter the girl in all probability from ever stealing again.
When we left she was ordered by her mistress to amuse herself during the week by making four more good useful rods from the brooms which were left with her.
I have myself three daughters grown up, the eldest is about fourteen; she was addicted to telling lies, but I have whipped that quite out of her; my second daughter I have also entirely cured of some very dirty habits; but the youngest, who is about twelve, is not only idle and obstinate but exceedingly mischievous. I have made no impression upon her as yet, but am determined she shall feel the stings of the birch every day, if necessary, till she amends.
Believe me, dear Sir Eyre,
Yours faithfully,
mary wilson.
Now for my own adventure promised in the last. You will remember that in giving some account of my establishment, I mentioned Charlie the page, brother to my favourite servant Jane.
Well, he was such a nice boy as to be a universal favourite in the house, just sixteen, beardless as a girl, with a soft voice and very willing and agreeable, in fact he was such a good-looking youth as to make quite an impression upon me, but I resolutely kept the secret buried in my own bosom.
In my second letter I told all about my regard for Jane, and it was often my practice, especially when I awoke too early of a bright summer's morning, to get up in my nightdress and slip unseen into Jane's chamber, to satisfy my restlessness by a luscious embrace in the arms of my favourite.
But one morning as I approached the door, which was slightly ajar, I heard a suppressed sigh, and cautiously peeping in, to my infinite astonishment saw Master Charlie with nothing but his shirt on, and that drawn up almost under his arms, on the top of his sister Jane, who was equally nude. His lips were pressed to hers in the ardour of coition, and her legs were thrown over his loins.
My first impulse was to withdraw as silently as I had come, but the luscious sight rooted me to the spot, and like Moses at the burning bush, I felt constrained to witness the wonderful sight. There was his youthful shaft, almost as big as that of Mr. Aubrey mentioned in my last; it looked as hard and smooth as ivory, and I was forced to fix my attention on its rapid pushing and withdrawing motion, which she seemed to encourage and meet by the heaving of her bottom to every rapid shove.
The door was close to the foot of the bed, and as they were quite unconscious of my presence, I knelt down to avoid being seen, and enjoy the voluptuous sight to the end.
I felt awfully agitated and all of a tremble, it was so new to me and unexpected, brother and sister. Ah! how they seemed to love and enjoy each other; they cling to each other in ecstasy, and the lips of her vagina seemed literally to cling to his shaft, holding on and protruding in a most luscious manner at each withdrawing motion, but it soon came to an end, as both died away in a mutual flood of bliss, whilst a warm gush from my own cunny bedewed my thighs with an overflow of what was as yet a truly maiden emission.
Hot, flushed and confused I silently withdrew from the scene unobserved, fully determined to punish Mr. Charlie for his incestuous intercourse with his sister, and if possible secure him for my own enjoyment.
The temptation was irresistible; the more I thought and strove to banish it from my thoughts, the more would my blood boil and throb through my veins at the thoughts of what I had seen, and must experience for myself. It was no use; I could not struggle against the fascination of the thing.
It was a Sunday morning. Mdlle. Fosse would go to Moor-fields to her father confessor, and attend an afternoon lecture; so as soon as I had done luncheon I told Jane and the other two servants they might go out for the afternoon and return by half-past six or seven, as I would dispense with dinner if Margaret the cook would have something nice for supper, and Charlie could answer my bell if anything was wanted.
As soon as the house was clear, and I knew the cook liked the society of her pots and pans too much to think of leaving the precincts of the kitchen, I rang for my page, and ordered him to bring a lemon, some iced water, sugar, c., and seeing that he had dressed himself with scrupulous care in case I summoned him, I said, 'Charlie, I'm glad to see you are particular about your appearance, although there is no one at home.'
charlie, with great modesty. – 'But you, Miss, are my mistress, and I always wish to show you the greatest possible respect even when you are quite alone.'
rosa. – 'Indeed, sir, you profess great respect for me, and seem afraid hardly to lift your eyes, as if I was too awful to look at, but I have my doubts about your goodness; will you please fetch me a rather long packet you will find wrapped in paper on the library table.'
He soon returned with the parcel, and I proceeded to open it as he stood before me, awaiting his dismissal or further orders. The paper was removed, and I flourished before his face (which rather flushed at the sight) a good long rod of fresh green birch, tied up with scarlet ribbons. 'Do you know what this is for, sir?' I asked the astonished boy.
charlie, in some little confusion. – 'Ah! Oh! I don't know – unless it's what's used for whipping young ladies at school.'
rosa. – 'And why not boys, you stupid?'
charlie. – 'Ah! Miss Rosa, you're making fun of me, they use canes and straps to boys – but – but-.'
rosa. – 'Out with what you are going to say, I'm the only one that can hear it.'
charlie. – 'Why – why – (turning quite scarlet), the thought came into my head that you might be going to whip me.'
rosa, with a smile. – 'Well, that shows that at least you must know you have been doing something very bad; what is it?'
charlie, in confusion. – 'Oh! it was only a silly thought, and I didn't mean, I knew I deserved it.'
rosa. – 'That's a clever answer, Master Charlie. Now, answer me, am I your only mistress?'
He cast down his eyes at his poser, but managed to stammer out, 'Why, of course you are, Miss, as I am in your service alone.'
rosa. – 'Now you bad boy, I prepared this rod on purpose for you; can't you guess what I saw early this morning in Jane's room?'
Charlie seemed as if shot; he fell on his knees before me, in the deepest shame and distress, covering his face with his hands, as he exclaimed, 'Oh, God! how wicked of me, I ought to have known I should be sure to be caught. Oh! be merciful, Miss Rosa, don't expose us, it shall never happen again. Punish us anyhow rather than let anyone know of it.'
rosa. – 'It's awful, but I'm inclined to keep your secret, and be merciful. Do you know that you are guilty of incest, and liable to be hung for it, both of you?'
charlie, sobbing and crying. – 'What, for that? I only went to kiss her last night, and then laid down by her side; somehow our kisses and the heat of our bodies led from one liberty to another, till – till – I stopped all night, and you found me there this morning.'
rosa. – 'You shall both smart for this. I will whip you well myself to cure such obscenity, but if ever it happens again, remember you shall swing for it. Now, sir, off with your coat and vest, and let down your breeches with your behind toward me.'
He was terribly shame-faced over doing as I ordered him, but too frightened of the consequences to remonstrate, and turning his back to me, he soon stood in his shirt, with his breeches well pulled down.
'Now, sir,' I said, 'draw up that chair and kneel upon it, with your face over the back, then just pull up your shirt so as to properly offer your uncovered rump to the rod. Mind you bear it like a man, and keep as I order you, or I will yet send for a constable to take you to goal.'
charlie, in a broken voice. – 'Oh! Miss, I won't even call out if I can help it; punish me as much as you like, only
