attend it are of the best families, arriving at thirteen and leaving for the two Universities, the army, or the imperial service when they are eighteen. Now, you may be sure that the venerable Dr. Thwackum (as I call him) takes good care that his young gentlemen shall not be contaminated by mingling with hoi polloi-or {Greek} as his scholars are more properly taught to inscribe it. Where the beach belonging to the school ends there is a wooden groin running down to low-water.
Unlike the other groins, it is quite six feet high and topped by broken glass! But, Dolly,-boys will be boys! Here and there a hole appears in the wood, large enough for a lad of fourteen or fifteen to squeeze through feet first. Off he goes to smoke cigarettes on the sly, to peep through his little spy-glass at girls bathing, in fact to do all those things which would incur a severe birching from the reverend headmaster if they were ever detected. It may not surprise you to know that such girls as Elke also creep up to the hole in the wooden groin, in order to spy upon the boys at their bathing.
Ah, perchance to catch a sight of a young penis, as if a glimpse of the bulous monster were precious as that of a unicorn! Master Algernon, the son of a cabinet minister, is an innocent enough lad with a turn for imagination and poetry. He is, I believe, somewhere in his fifteenth year. You might see him in the school grounds, wearing the traditional broad white band of the Eton collar, the short black jacket-known as a “bum freezer”-and striped trousers. Yet these would have been quite out of place when bathing. Yesterday afternoon was a glorious summer scene, the heat intense as it never is in England except during July. The low tide glittered along the Sussex shore, far beyond the damp sand, and the Channel was calm as a lake in the strong light. Elke and her two German swains had gone down to the beach together, just where the groin divided the school grounds from the public domain. The shingle and the sand lay deserted just there and seemed ideal for their amorous encounter. Master Algernon knew nothing of this. A fresh-faced boy with cherubic curls, he had been bathing far down by the tide and now returned up the beach with the thin white cotton of his drawers clinging to him so wetly that it was almost transparent. At that moment, the place being so deserted, he seems to have thought it safe to take a little stroll along the public beach. What sights there might be to serve his imagination when next he pumped his young organ. To negotiate the hole in the groin, which was two feet or so from the ground, it was necessary to put one leg through first, then the other, and finally to draw his torso through with arms extended. It was Elke who watched with growing curiosity as Master Algernon's first leg appeared through the hole.
She walked across and saw the second leg appear, the boy now bending through the gap. From the waist down he was on her side, his arms, head, and torso still on the other. When Elke glanced round, she saw that her two boy-friends had begun to walk away along the beach, not having seen what she was doing. For at least two miles, where the shore ran away from the town, there was no sign of any other person approaching. With vindictive glee, Elke drew the belt from the waist of her tight jeans. Even free of it they were in no danger of falling down. With quick fingers, she drew the belt round Master Algernon's waist, also running it round the metal pins of the groin on either flank as she pulled it tight and buckled it. The result was that he found suddenly he could not move either forward or back. When he tried to reach back with his hands, Elke picked up the ends of the mooring-cord which the boatmen discarded along the pebbles and noosed his wrists together behind his back. It has all happened with such speed that Master Algernon seemed utterly dumbstruck. He now bent helplessly through the hole, the wet bathing drawers showing his buttocks and upper thighs pinkly through thin white cotton. “I say!” he gasped urgently, “Look here! I say! Don't go and get a fellow into trouble! Please! I shall be most dreadfully swished if they catch me like this! Do be a sport! Please!” But Elke merely gave a sulky little pout with her mouth and began to take off her jeans and panties. Algy tried in vain to twist round and see what she was doing but the wooden groin blocked his view. Elke put her jeans back on again but she held the cotton briefs in her hand. Reaching through, she presented these knickers to Master Algernon's face. The poor fellow blushed at the mere sight of them. “You will wear my panties in your mouth,” said Elke petulantly, “Or else I will leave you like this and tell your masters where to find you-with your drawers pulled down and your prick out.” “By Jove!” cried Algy in alarm, “Now, see here! Don't you think you'll get away with this, young lady! Don't you imagine for one minute…” The rest of his oration was lost, for Elke had pinched his nose and obliged him to open his mouth for breath still wider. “Let goth of by nothe!” he gabbled, “Let goth, you thucking little whoreth…” But now the panties were crammed in his mouth and Elke was running a rope between his teeth to keep them in place. The shrill violence of the sounds behind the gag were Algernon's vain promises that his father was a minister of the crown and that he would have Elke confined in the cruellest reformatory for ten years to come! Leaving him, muted and bound as he bent helplessly through the hole in the groin, the Austrian girl walked down the beach towards the tide until she found the thing that she was looking for. It was almost like a colourless mass of jelly. She collected it with care on a sheet of driftwood. As she stood behind the boy and he saw what she was holding, Master Algernon went nearly frantic. The sting of the jelly-fish known as a Portuguese Man-of-War was scarcely less than the tortures of the Inquisition. This specimen on the driftwood was still visibly alive and moving. Master Algy's cherub curls twisted and the blue eyes above his gag bulged with apprehension. Though bending, he performed a side-to-side dance with his legs and hips, as if to avoid what was going to be done to him. Elke put down the board. She drew his young prick and balls out through the front vent of his drawers, the young penis stiffening a little despite his predicament. Then she held him by the balls and used them as a bridle to hold him still or move him as she chose. You may be sure that Algernon had never been handled by a girl before and that the experience was not entirely disagreeable to him. A thoughtful frown clouded Elke's sixteen-year-old face. She slid a hand into the back of his drawers and tickled the boy's bottom-hole. At this, Algernon's young prick rose stiff as a mainmast. Elke scolded him for a dirty wretch. She lifted up the pale jelly-fish on its board, opened the back of Algernon's pants again, and tipped the slithering mass into the seat.
As Elke watched, she could see the slight ominous movement of the blubbery mass, the extension of the tentacles from the main body. The first pad fastened on one cheek of Algernon's young bottom and jabbed the ferocious poison of its sting into him. He yelled wildly into his gag, dancing and kicking vainly with the torment. Another tentacle slid round and stung the flank of his buttocks, another the back of his thighs, while the fourth slid between his spread buttocks and another under his legs. Elke took him by the balls again, holding him still for his ordeal. It was intriguing to see that each time the searing pain of the sting jabbed his arse-cheeks, Master Algernon's young prick stiffened with a convulsive jerk. After some while, Elke seemed to grow bored with this. Through the wet cotton it was plain to see that Master Algernon's soft pale bum-cheeks were scarlet from the stings and untouchably sore. Elke drew his pants down and allowed the jelly-fish to fall on to the wood again. Algernon stared back at her, the blue eyes still bulging with apprehension above the gag and the cherub curls in disorder. Elke picked up a length of the thin mooring-cord. She pointed at Algernon's unfortunate prick which stood out forlornly stiff as his pants hung round his knees. “Dirty wretch!” she said severely, “Now you have the whip!” When one considers that Algernon's scarlet buttocks were smarting atrociously and had been swollen fatter by the stings, the prospect of the whip was bound to cause panic. He twisted, yelled into his gag, danced and kicked his legs about in a manner which would have made any ballet-master proud of him. Elke took the wet cord to thrash him once-twice- thrice-across the agony of his tender buttocks.
The schoolboy tripped and yelled, kicked and farted, in a most extraordinary exhibition for one of England's ruling-class. Indeed, if any part of his anatomy remained stiff, it was certainly not his upper lip. Unfortunately for the boy, Elke had all the cruelty of a girl of sixteen who has yet to learn the limits of punishment. She thrashed his backside without remorse-on-and on- and on. They passed fifty strokes-and even a hundred. Weals appeared easily on the sting-swollen bum-cheeks and roseate droplets flowed. After a long time, while only the call of gulls and the measured lash of the whip disturbed the warm stillness of the beach, Elke laid down the cord. She chose a round pebble, the size of a plum. Moistening it well with cream from her reticule, she pressed it firmly between Algernon's buttocks until it vanished up the lad's arse. Algy's mouth and eyes went very round all at once, with surprise, consternation, and-who can tell?-perhaps just a dash of excitement. Elke bowed the cropped bell-shape of her brown hair, watching closely as she took the fledgling prick in one hand, laying it on her palm, and tickled Algernon's arsehole with the other forefinger. Despite his state, he was excited enough to jig his hips, moving his anus on the finger-tip and trying to rub his prick on the girl's palm. Elke gave the young penis a few tugs and squeezes, as if mocking it rather than encouraging it to perform. Yet even this was sufficient for Algernon's body to go suddenly tense and for the vent of his tool to spout a pool of sperm into Elke Mahne's palm. She studied it carefully, then left his member to dangle while she went to wash her hand in the tide. On returning she looked at poor Algy with distaste as he bent there with bathing drawers round his knees, his penis limp and his buttocks scalded. She pulled up the boy's pants and lifted the drowsy jelly-fish on the board. “Now you get some more of this,” she said disdainfully. While Master Algernon danced and sang into his gag, she again opened the back of his
