by her, the bulge in his woollen pants almost level with her face. Elke gave another questioning little whimper, forming her lips into a pout again but this time kissing the woollen bulge. “Please!” she murmured with an ingratiating little whine. Dr. Thwackum coloured a little, no doubt at this outrage to decency. Yet the gnarled old penis had a will of its own for it seemed to part the vent of his pants and stand out rigidly. Elke gave another soft pleading little whimper and touched her mouth to the empurpled knob. She moved her extended tongue in a light and rapid rhythm on the knob's underside, causing it to jerk with ecstasy. Even the strictest moralist is not always immovable. As if compelled by some exterior force, Dr. Thwackum took a step closer. Elke let out a long and grateful “Ahhhh!” She closed her mouth over the old man's prick and sucked up and down it for a moment.
Then she drew away for breath. “It is so good!” she gasped, “Oh, it is so good!” Now even Dr. Thwackum could not believe that a sixteen-year-old girl like Elke was truly driven mad with passion by being allowed to suck his venerable staff. To try and seduce her chastiser was merely the easiest way to escape his just vengeance. She sucked again, uttering frantic and almost frightened little sounds, as if she feared she might not be able to control her passion much longer. Indeed, her bare thighs were squeezing the padded leather buck in a lascivious tempo. Either she was a consummate actress or else the sighs of delight came from this masturbation-gallop and not from the aged penis in her mouth. Dr. Thwackum's lips were drawn back in a priapic frenzy from his clenched teeth as he felt the tide of sperm boiling up in his cods. He held the girl's head firmly and adjusted her movements to his own. One could see Elke's agile young tongue teasing and flicking the enraged cock. At last it was the fine old scholar who let out a long gasp. “Ah!” he whispered, “Now it comes! Oh, you fat-bottomed young whore, Elke Mahne! What have you done? Take it down your throat, you little vixen! Let not the world see a drop of this shameful act spilt on the floor!” And so he made her do it. Once or twice the Austrian girl made a sound of rebellion in her throat as he thrust too far, but at last the headmaster's warm yieldings had coursed down and been consumed. He stood for a moment and gathered his wits. Then he stroked the side of her face, smiling. “And now you shall have the birch, Elke. Ah, such cries! Did you think you would escape so easily?” He walked round behind her, only to see that Elke was still riding and squeezing the padded leather between her thighs. When Dr. Thwackum saw this disgraceful display, Dolly, you may be sure that he was truly outraged by it. He evidently thought that Elke was trying to do this while she was birched, in order to take her mind off the ordeal. The stern educator put one arm over her waist and slid the other hand under her legs where she had already made the leather so wet. “I don't allow such diversions as this when I flog!” he said sternly. “Finish yourself off quickly, Elke! It's time you had your taste of the birch.” Despite his appearance, Dr. Thwackum was well used to manualising girls, for what else did he do to my young maid Sian? By a few expert caresses he soon made Elke do it on his fingers and then watched her as she lay sighing and expiring. By wedging a cushion under her loins, he raised her spread hips high enough to prevent her being able to rub on the leather again. As he did this he saw between her well rounded and fattened buttocks the dark bud of Elke Mahne's arse-hole. His erudition in the matter of young backsides made it necessary for him to examine her there with his finger very carefully.
The dismay on Elke's face in the far mirror would have made an admirable portrait for Punch. Only then did he press the leather muzzle into her mouth and fasten its straps. The birch I had provided is not really of the educational type, Dolly. It consists of three very long willow switches, slim and extremely whippy, bound at one end as a handle. It came to me as a curiosity from Colonel L-, the governor of a certain penitentiary for the most hardened felons. Even there its use is rare and limited. To use it in the present situation was almost unprecedented. Had there been any chance of Elke making a public complaint or telling her tale abroad, I would not have dared to sanction it now. Happily her conduct meant that she must take her punishment and keep the secret. Dr. Thwackum laid into the soft young cheeks of Fraulein Mahne's bottom with a tremendous swish. I dare not put in a letter all the details, Dolly, for one never knows how safe the postal service may prove to be. After twenty strokes it was necessary to pause-but it was no more than a pause and not a conclusion. Let me do no more, then, but pay a compliment to Dr.
Thwackum's extreme ingenuity. With such a target as Elke presented, our venerable moralist knows how to make the birching last all night!
There was a sequel to this, Dolly. The fine old scholar asked me if he might not be permitted to continue the young tart's moral improvement by regular visits to her room here. How could one refuse such a suggestion? After all, is not the moral improvement of the pupil a great desideratum of all education? To judge from the first occasion, he arrives rather late in the evening and begrudges his time so little that he and his pupil burn a good deal of midnight oil.
Elke's room is at the end of a long corridor and may be easily and conveniently isolated from the rest of the building by locking the door at this end of the passage. Yet I have sometimes noticed the light still on behind her curtains at two and three in the morning.
Dr. Thwackum's plan is to interest her in healthy and wholesome occupations, such as horticulture and the arts of the needle. Upon his suggestion I have therefore arranged that a good supply of springy garden canes shall be kept in her room and that the straps and wands necessary for leather-work shall be kept there also. Until this great savant told me, I had no idea that a jar or two of vaseline is an admirable softener for the leather itself, but I have also supplied this much maligned substance. Yet, Dolly, I grow a little uneasy.
When you see Lord Frederick, pray remind him of a certain estate which he once suggested I might lease. It is not in the delta area but lies offshore in the warm and balmy breezes of that southern world. If the good Lord Fred has no further use for it at present, I would be delighted to take a lease of ninety-nine years. Perhaps he could also arrange passage for the shipment there of half a dozen respectable young ladies of German origin, now studying under my roof here. Some would make the journey obediently. Yet I trust provision could also be made for others of a more rebellious disposition. To tell the truth, Dolly, I am greatly drawn to the moral zeal of such fine men as Dr.
Thwackum. Yet I should be easier in my mind if I could exercise it beyond the reach of English law. Your loving Jack.
EIGHT
The arrival of Lord Frederick at the Villa Anna, Berlin- A serious discussion of Jack's request-The island seraglio is planned -A final and spectacular orgy at the Villa Anna-A double honeymoon-night for Sonja and Petra- Karl and Otto, their two monstrously-tooled bridegrooms-Julia and Natasha as their lascivious little maids-Natasha as cunt-opener and buttock-spreader for Sonja-Julia's services for Petra-Drawing the monstrous tools to the eager orifices-The two brides-Open-legged-Arse-upwards-A toast to Cupid-Smacks and laughter-Sonja and Petra-Two fillies broken in! Darling Jack, What a poetic justice has overtaken young Elke! I believe from time to time you have felt misgivings as to the severity of the retribution. Yet did she not merit every stroke of the birch for her cruel and heartless conduct towards the unfortunate Master Algernon?
And he a son of one of England's rising statesmen! Let us not forget, Jack, that such an Austrian girl as Elke is too ignorant to revere the proprieties of our established order. Moreover, can you truly feel the least unease when you have such a moralist as Dr. Thwackum on your side? Mark my word, Jack, the good doctor is nowhere near the apogee of his career. We shall see him yet as headmaster of Eton or Harrow, or at any rate the leader of one of England's very greatest schools. All the same, dear Jack, it is only right to tell you that Lord Frederick arrived here two days ago and at once concurred in your view that stern morality has also a dangerous edge to it. The ignorant populace is not always apt to perceive the great unselfish worth of such moral philosophers as you. As Lord Fred quite truly observes, you should remember what happened to Socrates. That being so, his lordships advice is plain. Your sense of duty and your fine scruples must shine as a beacon to the world. All the same, he suggests you should get out while you still can. As for the matter of the island estate, the lease is yours at once. Lord Fred sees no problem in transporting a few of your more select pupils there.
Indeed, dear Jack, I may be shortly obliged to avail myself of a similar offer. The truth is that certain of the servants here have glimpsed my morning supervision of Julia and Natasha on the marble table and have put the most unwarranted construction upon it. What use is it to talk of cleanliness and decency when the wind of scandal blows? It is plainly best to avail myself of Jacks offer, taking my four girls with me-for I will not leave Sonja and Petra-before the time comes when the two young pupils return home and talk. Yet I do not write, dear Jack, merely to convey such admonitions to you. All shall be ordered, have no fear. Lord Fred and I will precede you to
