such skill, such understanding, such delicacy. Some might say such daring!” I said and bit my lip as though to quell a smile. I heard him swallow and turned my face to him. “Judge every second that passes and act upon it,” you have said, Julie. I did! “Ah!” said he. He clearly wished me to continue, and I did. I sighed as if I were revealing secrets but saw no other path to take. “Maude was fretsome and impulsive. Had she stayed at Madam's she would have learned that which she has learned here-from Nina and myself,” I said with emphasis. He appeared relieved. Evidently I had set the right tone! “My dear, if you have been of help,” he said, and dared to enlace my waist with his arm. “I trust I have. You will not be put out with Maude for that? She has known here-entirely in the most discreet of female company and no other-both the sweetness and the sting, if I make myself clear.” He swallowed again. Our noses brushed. “If… if I were to interpret that, so to speak…” he began while giving every indication with his eyes that he wished me to do that for him. I brought my feet together trimly, girlishly, as you have taught. My head was bowed. I could not then help but perceive the large lump that had arisen in his trousers! “You show every sign of understanding,” I remarked and then uttered a most pleasing sound as he dared to kiss me and projected his concealed erection against my thigh. “Were you thus made bold?” he asked-his voice a croak! “In privacy, sir, yes. Not over-bold, though. A girl must needs be coaxed-and hence the stings.” “Of the birch, you mean?” he asked. His mouth belaboured mine with quite a gentleness. I started not away! “With the birch, the cane, the strap. One comes to know the way of it-as Maude now has. Discreetly so, you understand? Your dear wife knows nothing of it- pray do not say a word,” I said naively, for I knew he would wish such a tone to come into my voice.
“Good heavens, no! By jove, never-nary a word!” he exclaimed and turned me more to him so that his penis thrummed against my hidden bush. “Is it nice?” he asked with a forlorn eagerness. “It is very nice when it is properly done, sir. Conserve your forces, though, for they who need them. Your wife may see you thus and be amazed-if not put out,” I laughed and brushed my knuckles across his straining tool. “Yes, she would have great alarm to see me so, and so would Maude,” he replied with some sly cunning. “Oh, as to that, you shall see,” I rejoined and moved away, though not without a seemingly admiring glance at his Priapic display! “Think of other things,”
I abjured him, “think not that you have dared to kiss me, nor of Maude's warm bottom to the birch.” Did I choose my words well. He gazed at me in awe! “I shall… I shall try,” he stammered.
“They have both fretted at their absence from you, sir, and will return with you this day, I have no doubt,” I said, for all in a flash I felt this the best way to deal with the situation, which otherwise would have been fraught with problems, and so I rather dared to anticipate Nina on this matter. “Indeed, yes,” he replied and knew not whether to prod his cock towards my eyes or not. I solved this by absenting myself quickly and so left him best alone. Finding Nina, I told her what had passed, and she agreed with me. We repaired then to the garden and gave Adelaide all the assurances she needed, as well as the news of her imminent departure. Most fortunately Maude then returned and, coming straight into the garden by the side entrance (Frank being ever wily when things were afoot), soon knew all. Or rather, she knew even more than her Mama did, for I drew her aside and assured her of our total discretion in regard to Frank and Edmond. “Oh, is that so?” she asked, quite pleased.
“Most certainly it is, Maude, but as to your flight from Madams, I have explained that you have since seen the error of your ways. Your Mama does not now need to ask about that; she has been well enough cossetted here and was very naughty last night, even as I expect you were. But no matter with that,” I went on quickly before she could interrupt, “you are expected now to be as Madam would have taught you, which is to say discreet in all your public ways, but neither troublesome nor prim when bedroom doors are brought to close on you.”
Maude's eyes fluttered. “You… you did not tell Papa that?” she asked. “There was an understanding, Maude,” I said carefully, which brought a quick “Oh!” from her. I chucked my hand beneath her chin. “We all return from Julie's bent on pleasure,” said I, using your name familiarly. Maude shifted her feet and gazed down between us at the grass. Nina meanwhile was still ladling out assurances to her Mama who seemed disposed to be more calm.
“Yes,-I suppose,” Maude murmured. “Do not merely suppose, Maude, but do as you desire or are bidden to. Your bottom needs a little scorching yet, but not too hard, as I have told him,” so I fibbed. “D… d… did you?” she stammered. I knew her for a hypocrite in any case and guessed her drawers well-moistened after Frank and Edmond both had fingered her at least, as they were bound to have done. “Simply be quiet, my dear, and accept your pleasures.
A cock in the hand is worth…” I broke off then for Nina and Adelaide approached. I smiled at the latter winningly. “All is well-is very well,” I said and led her forward so that we distanced ourselves from Nina and Maude, who in any case, I am sure, wished to speak.
“Will you really… I mean tonight, will you?” Adelaide asked suddenly and in the most hushed of tones. I knew well enough to what she referred! “Of course. Two young, fresh pricks-delicious!” I teased her, but made her see I meant it, as I did! It was-dare I say so-the perfect flourish to events. I believe she would have giggled if she had dared! As to Maude, I would adore to be a fly on the wall in her bedroom now, but alas that cannot be. Do you think she will be as naughty at home as I have been? Do I fulfill all your expectations in telling you all? I trust I do, and that you will find time to write again to you!
Ever-admiring and adoring Monica
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Editor's Note: How many of us have not wished sometimes that we might listen at certain keyholes, or even peep within, to our profit? There is a veritable witchcraft in letters such as we have been perusing, for in all effect they permit us to do both, and without harm to those to whom we listen, which is surely as important as anything may be. On first coming upon this collection and in commencing to scan the many sheets, I wondered whether we might lose sight of Madam's establishment in all the brouhaha of events elsewhere. Fortunately this was not the case, as I discovered, and is now seen again here.
My darling Julie, Such a bubbling visit from Monica-and oh, the news she brought to me of Maude and her Mama-all of which she says she has conveyed to you in detail, as I hope she has. What indelicate events, and how delicious! Adelaide, I gather, relapsed for a week or two into quietness and had no pleasurable activities whatever. But then-seeing all about her fair and undisturbed- she gathered confidence and has even made a short return to Nina's where she was once more feted. However, as to that it is another story. For the moment my thoughts are with Sylvia, and it is about her that I ask your advice. The sweet girl appears to have suffered a curious relapse. Upon arriving home, she became moody-as I understand-and would not let anyone touch her, and has remained so since. She is quite out of spirits, and so much so that I have been minded to ask you for a certain of a little liquid that you confided in me was dispensed by you into the wine of certain visitors in order to enliven them. What do you think? Sylvia is capable of so much fun and it is such a pity. She converses quite naturally, I might say, but has taken to dressing up her dolls again-at her age!
I await your word, and-perhaps-a little glass phial?
Your loving Caroline
Dearest Caroline, No, my pet, NO “little glass phial”! I reserve such for awkward gentlemen or (very occasionally) recalcitrant or interfering female relatives of a fairly mature age. Of which more to follow! It is not so very unusual for girls to suffer the kind of “relapse” you describe. Sylvia was ever eager, as you know, and perhaps a little too much so. You must recall that on her one and only “occasion” here, she was fortuitously blindfolded. I have known females who prefer this, and may have chanced upon such a case in her respect, though I do not think for a minute she will continue in this way. I knew a lady once who quite adored having her wrists bound and being blindfolded-not knowing who her rider was to be, or pretending not to know. In such a condition she would first be led about the room, stumbling a little here and there as I believe she liked to, for it made her seem “helpless,” which she was not, for a sincere cry from her would have brought her immediate release. After being “paraded,” and hearing others coming quietly into the room to watch (whether it was her own boudoir or drawing room, or in the house of another), she would be laid on her tummy on a suitable couch or bed and then her bare bottom-for she was always rendered naked to her shoes and stockings for such events-gently “striped”
