Anonymous

New Ladies' Tickler

Preface

The editor of the following work thinks it may be interesting to his readers to know how the original manuscript came into his hands.

Some years ago, an old lady of rank and fashion died suddenly in the country, at the house of a friend where she had been paying a visit. She had long outlived all her contemporary relatives and friends, and, having no family, the little property she possessed passed to some distant relations.

As it was well known that her fortune consisted solely of her jointure, which she was accustomed to spend to the last farthing, no one entertained any idea of benefiting by the event; and consequently, no one taking any interest in the matter, the editor was deputed to examine her repositories, and to destroy such letters and papers as might appear to be of no importance.

While doing so, he discovered a curious old cabinet, which appeared to have been the receptacle for every description of old remembrance: miniatures, snuff boxes, locks of hair, and a quantity of old-fashioned trinkets of no intrinsic value-mingled with notes, letters, and copies of verses-filled the drawers.

After clearing them out, it struck the editor that there was something peculiar in the shape of the cabinet and disposition of the drawers, and after a minute examination, be became satisfied that there was a secret drawer, which he had not explored. It cost him a good deal of trouble to divine the secret, but at last he succeeded in opening it. He was somewhat disappointed at first on finding that it contained merely a packet of papers in an envelope, with a superscription in the old lady's handwriting, to the effect that it was to be destroyed unopened in the event of her death.

As there was no one alive who was likely to be annoyed by the disclosure of any secrets of which the old lady might have been the depository, the editor took the liberty of opening the packet and perusing the contents. These proved to be a series of letters, written in different hands, evidently of youthful writers.

One of them was clearly the hand of the old lady herself, though somewhat different from that of her later years. The letters not only bore the marks of age, but also of having been frequently perused, and it was quite apparent that the venerable lady had been unable to resist the temptation of occasionally recurring to these tender reminiscences of the joys of her youth, and had preserved them for this purpose. It appeared from a note on one of them that her own letters had been returned to her by her friend, who had long predeceased her, so that the series was complete.

The editor was so much interested and amused with the contents of these letters that, before complying with the direction to destroy them, he took the liberty of making a copy for his own perusal, and he now presents them to the world, with the hope that they may afford to others as much gratification as they have done to him.

The old lady had taken care to obliterate the names of all persons and places referred to in them, so far as necessary, in such a manner as to give no trace of the real actors in the scenes of pleasure. The only other alteration made has been to select such portions of the letters as bore upon the same subject, and to make them follow each other, so as to present a continuous narrative, without distracting the attention by diverging, from one set of adventures to another.

If the present series shall be as favourably received as the editor ventures to expect, the remainder may, someday, see the light.

Letter I. Emily to Lucy

I think you would pity me if you could see the sad state to which I am reduced, and the shifts I am obliged to have recourse to, in order to appease the desires so natural to our age. How I long to be back again with you at school, that we might again enjoy our usual sweet intercourse together, and indulge in all those frolics and pastimes which, ever since our acquaintance commenced, have given me, and I am sure you also, so much delight.

Here, though I have returned to the scenes of my youth, everything seems new and strange. There is no one to whom I can talk confidentially, and confide all my little woes and wants. My aunt, though kind, is reserved with me, and Harry-the meeting with whom I anticipated would afford me so much delight — is not here, and I cannot find that there is any prospect of my even seeing him at present.

I do so wish we were again in our snug little apartment at Miss Birch's, for though the lessons were tedious and tiresome, and our worthy schoolmistress's castigation was sometimes more severe than was quite agreeable to our poor little bottoms, still even that was not all pain, and how well we used to make up for it when we were safely established for the night in our own little beds, and alternately crept from one to the other, in order to enjoy all those delicious pleasures which you first taught me and which we used to carry to the utmost extent that our heated imaginations could possibly invent, to ensure our luscious enjoyment.

But as I have no adventures here to write to you about at present, and very little prospect of any, I think I cannot do better than redeem my promise of giving you some details of our proceedings here before I joined you at school, and which gave rise to the anticipation I expressed to you of having something agreeable to communicate to you during my residence here, but which, alas, I am sorry to find, have not been realised.

You are aware that I have been brought up by my aunt, Lady Lovesport, with whom I lived, till, at the age of ten, I was sent to school. As you have seen Lady Lovesport and know well what an extremely handsome, fine-looking woman she is, I need not describe her to you, more especially as I shall have occasion afterwards to say something regarding her person. You are, however, perhaps not aware that she was married when very young to a rich old man, with whom she led but an unhappy life, though, by-the-bye, her husband somewhat made up for this by leaving her nearly all his fortune, coupled with the condition that she was not to marry again under the penalty of losing it. On his death she made up her mind not to throw away her wealth, nor subject her person to the control of another husband, and she has ever since remained in a state of single blessedness. As her income is large, she lives in very good style, and has every opportunity of indulging in any fancy she may take, and I have reason to believe that she does not hesitate to seek for amusement wherever she thinks she is likely to find it.

My earliest years passed very pleasantly. My aunt was always kind to me, and though I was kept strictly to my lessons, still, as long as I was attentive and diligent, every indulgence was shown to me. But if, on any occasion, I failed in doing what was required of me, my poor bottom was pretty sure to smart for it.

My aunt always undertook the duty of correcting me herself, and when punishment was to be inflicted I was taken to a small room adjoining her bedroom, where I was placed across her knees. My petticoats were taken up, and a birch rod applied smartly to my naked posteriors.

On these occasions I generally struggled a good deal. I soon fancied that, by tossing myself about and pretending to suffer more than I really did, my aunt's heart was softened, and consequently the stripes inflicted upon me were of a less severe nature than when I lay like a log on her knees, and showed no symptoms of feeling the pain. However this may be, it usually happened that between my struggles and her endeavours to retain me on her knee, her clothes would also be tossed up, and before the conclusion of my punishment her thighs were generally as bare as my own, and I lay with my naked belly and thighs pressed against her naked person. On these occasions I could not but admire the softness and beauty of the charms which were thus exposed to me, and to wonder at the profusion of beautiful curly hair, which adorned the secret spot often presented to my sight, so different from the bare unfledged gap which was beginning to attract my own curiosity.

Nor were my opportunities for viewing her lovely person confined to the exhibition thus made during my punishment. Lady Love-sport's residence is, you are aware, on the seacoast. Within a short distance of the house there is a retired bay, shut in by two projecting rocks on either side, so as not to be approached, except through our own grounds. Here a small bathing house had been erected, and we were accustomed to repair thither every day in fine weather. During the warm summer months we used often to wander there by ourselves, without any attendant. Generally we were in the habit of wearing bathing gowns, but it would sometimes happen that, after sporting and toying together for a while, Lady Lovesport would either get angry, or at least pretend to do so, at something or another I did, and would hastily tear a few twigs from the young birch trees which grew on the shore, and making me take off my bathing gown, she would apply the rod to my posteriors. But on these occasions this was always done sportively, and evidently without any intention of inflicting pain. Nay, she would even sometimes strip off her own wet attire, which interfered with her movements, and arming herself with one rod and allowing me to provide myself with another, we would chase each other in the water or up and down the soft sands, and when one succeeded in catching the other, there always followed a smart application of the soft green twigs to the buttocks and thighs of the fugitive.

After this sport had been repeated several times, I began to observe that my aunt always selected one spot for this amusement, exactly in front of a dense thicket which rather projected out from the rest of the shore; a boundary was fixed on each side, beyond which it was declared we were not to go, so that in chasing each other, we had always to pass close in front of this thicket. On one occasion I was a little startled by observing, as I thought, a slight movement in the thicket, as if someone were passing through the bushes, but my aunt laughed at me. She said it was only a rabbit hopping about, and at the same time applied her rod so vigorously to my posteriors that she soon gave me something else to think of. I was, however, induced after this to keep a watch upon the thicket, and occasionally I was convinced I saw a similar movement. Nay, once I was pretty certain that I caught a glimpse of a face, which seemed to me in the slight glance I had of it, to be very like that of a young gentleman who resided in the neighbourhood, whose family was very intimate with my aunt, and who himself was a frequent visitor at our house. But as I had no wish for a repetition of the severe discipline which my first observation had brought upon me, I said no more about it. It also struck me as somewhat singular that when we returned to the house after any of these frolicsome pastimes, we were quite certain either to find the young gentleman there, or have him arrive very soon after us.

But I think I have made this letter long enough, so adieu for the present.

Emily

Letter II. Emily to Lucy

My Dear Lucy,

Not having any news to give you, for everything here is as dull and uninteresting as ever, I shall resume my story.

A young lady, the daughter of a friend of my aunt, had been on a visit to us for some time. She was an extremely beautiful girl, about fifteen years of age, with one of the handsomest and most elegantly shaped figures I had ever seen. For some reason, for which I could not well account, my aunt seemed to have taken a dislike to her, and was continually finding fault with her. It is true that Maria gave her considerable cause for dissatisfaction, for she was idle and lazy, constantly getting into mischief and doing something or other which she knew quite well would displease my aunt. Lady Lovesport had very often threatened to whip her unless she behaved herself better. Maria seemed to pay no attention to what she said, but I, who knew my aunt better, had little doubt she would carry her threat into execution.

One forenoon we were sitting together at our work. My aunt had that morning been very much displeased with Maria for some mischief she had committed, and told her that before she went out she intended to punish her with a sound flogging. I was seated with my face to the window which commanded a view of the avenue, and I saw Mr. Everard, the young gentleman to whom I have already alluded, coming towards the house. I was a little surprised that no announcement was made to us of his arrival. In a short time, however, my aunt's confidential servant came into the room, and whispered a few words in her ear. Soon afterwards my aunt rose up, and giving me some work to do, which would occupy me some time, she told me to make myself ready to accompany her on a visit she was going to make in an hour afterwards. She then desired Maria to follow her to her apartment.

I was very certain that my aunt's purpose was to punish the girl, and I could not help somehow connecting this punishment with the arrival of Mr. Everard. I felt a strong desire to ascertain whether I was right in this conjecture. The idea took such a strong hold upon my mind that I determined to be a spectatress of the punishment, and, knowing a back way to a closet which would give me a full view of all my aunt's doings in her own room, you may guess I soon dropped the work I had to do, and hurried to my place of espionage, finding myself there not a moment too soon, for she had already got the trembling Maria divested of everything but her chemise, and I could see that her bubbies were sufficiently grown to swell out and show their charming rotundity in the most enticing manner possible. As soon as she was thus stripped, my aunt made her place her arms behind her, and tied them with a handkerchief behind her back. She then took another handkerchief and fastened it firmly over her eyes, so as to blindfold her completely.

In this condition she led her to a couch, which, fortunately, was in full view from my hiding place, and made her lie down upon it, at the same time lifting up her chemise and fastening it around her waist so as to leave all her person below that perfectly naked. Indeed, from the loose manner in which that garment hung around her, my aunt easily contrived to lay bare the whole of the upper part of her person likewise, the chemise merely forming a sort of girdle round her waist, where it was retained by the manner in which her arms were bound.

When all this was arranged, my aunt made a signal to someone in the bedroom, and, to my great surprise-though I must say I had rather anticipated something of the sort-I saw Mr. Everard steal gently from the one room to the other, and place himself at the back of the couch, leaning his arms upon it and gazing intently, though of course in perfect silence, upon the lovely form thus exposed, naked, before his eyes. He had taken off his coat, waistcoat, and his boots, but otherwise he was completely dressed.

No sooner had he taken his place than my aunt began to apply the rod to the exquisite posteriors which were thus presented to her in such an inviting position for the birch. She was not very severe at first, and Maria lay pretty still, though her shrinking, quivering flesh showed that she felt keenly the stinging touches. As the charming buttocks began to be reddened by this exhilarating exercise, my aunt seemed to get excited and heated with her work, and plied the rod more sharply and vigorously.

In proportion as she felt the pain increase, Maria began to exhibit symptoms of the intensity of her feelings. She turned and twisted about, and writhed her body in every manner of strange contortion, sometimes raising up her buttocks by resting on her knees, so as to exhibit her lovely belly, sometimes trying to avoid the sharp stripes by turning herself round to my side, thereby giving me a full view of the front part of her person, with the lovely characteristic which distinguishes our sex showing its delicious lips opening and closing again, as they were affected by the nature of her contortions and the constant twisting and writhing of her body.

When this took place my aunt was pretty sure, by a sharp application of the rod, to make her turn round again, but when on the other hand she moved herself so as to expose the same delightful sight to the evidently charmed gaze of Mr. Everard, she rather suspended her blows, or merely applied them so lightly, as to induce Maria to remain for a time in the same attitude.

During the operation my aunt's robe flew open and I discovered that she had nothing on beneath it, except a thin chemise. Her robe hanging down over her shoulders exhibited her entire bosom, naked, with its charming promontories which, though more full-grown and considerably larger and more mature in their proportions, were equally lovely in shape and colour. Occasionally, as she changed her position, I could catch a glimpse of her naked legs and thighs, though these were more generally turned in the opposite direction from me.

At length, as if exhausted with the exertion and tired of standing longer, she sat down on the couch-and as Maria's motions were now becoming more fierce and energetic, she placed her arm round the girl's waist as if to restrain her struggles, though it rather appeared to me as if it was done with the view of procuring a better exhibition of every part of her person. At the same time my aunt stretched out her own legs at full length before her, opening her thighs a little apart and allowing her robe to fall on each side so as to disclose them to view.

As soon as Mr. Everard perceived this, he gently stole round and got on his knees beside her, and, spreading her legs still further apart, he raised up her chemise and disclosed the centre of pleasure. I had often in our bathing expeditions seen and admired the lovely spot, but I had never before beheld it in the same state of excitement. It glowed and quivered under his warm and exciting touches, while the strange motions she made with her legs and buttocks amused and surprised me.

She still continued to apply the birch to poor Maria's posteriors, and to feast her own and Mr. Everard's eyes with the exquisite beauties that were developed before them in every possible attitude and position that could excite the senses. At length Mr. Everard placed his head between her thighs, and, applying his mouth to the lovely aperture, seemed to kiss and caress it with the most ardent devotion. He remained in this position for a minute or two when, all of a sudden, my aunt's eyes closed, her head fell back on the couch, and the rod dropped from her hand. Her buttocks heaved and wriggled convulsively for a second or two, and then she remained perfectly motionless.

In the course of a minute or two, she again took up the rod and made a sign to Mr. Everard, who immediately rose and retreated to the bedroom as silently as he had entered. After adjusting her robe she now announced to the weeping Maria that her punishment was at an end, took off the bandage, unloosened her hands, and told her to dress herself and retire to her own room.

As soon as Maria had departed, my aunt repaired to the bedroom. I remained on the watch for some time in the hope of seeing her and Mr. Everard return to the boudoir, but, though I could hear them talking in the bedroom, they did not come back. As the bedroom had another door by which she might go out without my hearing her, I was obliged to make good my retreat for fear of being caught, but it was nearly an hour afterwards before my aunt sent for me to go out with her. I managed to obtain a sight of two or three scenes of a similar kind, which generally terminated pretty much in the same manner, so it is needless to describe them. But I must give you the particulars of the last one, in which my dear Harry was the victim. This, however, must be reserved for another opportunity.

Ever yours, Emily

Letter III. Emily to Lucy

Still the same state of dullness and inactivity. My aunt is very kind to me but evidently watches me closely, and, I fancy, seems to distrust me. So, as I have nothing better to tell you, I shall go on with the narrative of my youthful adventures.

You have often heard me talk of Harry. He is a near relation of my aunt's late husband. Having lost both his parents when he was a mere child, and having no near relatives alive, he was taken charge of by my aunt and brought up by her along with me. As we had no other companions of our own age we were, of course, thrown very much together and were upon the most familiar footing.

Although latterly he was sent to school, he used always to spend his holidays with us, so that our intimacy was kept up. At first, while we were children, there was no sort of restriction upon our intercourse with one another. We used to be taken out to walk, and even to bathe together, and in our sports and play our clothes were frequently tumbled and tossed about so as to expose our naked persons to each other. We were therefore perfectly well aware of the distinguishing features of our respective bodies, and while he used to laugh and joke me on my bare little chink, into which he would sometimes try to push his finger, I, in my turn, used to wonder what could be the use of the little funny dangling piece of flesh which hung down between his thighs with a sort of rotund protrusion below, for as yet his little balls had not made their appearance more prominently.

As we began to grow a little older we were, of course, told that it was not proper for boys and girls to see each other naked, and, while he was allowed to bathe by himself, I was taken down to the sea, at first by an attendant, and afterwards by my aunt, and was told to use a bathing gown, which was never dispensed with except on those occasions when my aunt directed me to throw off the useless encumbrance.

But although Harry and I were obliged to yield to this restraint in public, we made no difference in our private amusements, and, when wandering in the woods, which we were allowed to do freely, we continued to indulge ourselves in all those pretty little fondlings and caresses of our naked persons which we had accustomed ourselves to. Harry used often to persuade me to accompany him when he went to bathe, and though I did not dare to join him in venturing into the water for fear of any derangement of my dress or the wetness of my hair betraying me, still, when he came out of the sea with his charming white flesh all glowing with the effects of his exercise, I did not hesitate to afford him my assistance in wiping off the pearly drops which glistened in the sun on every part of his fine soft skin. My caressing hands wandered freely over all his charms, which every day were assuming a more manly appearance.

Latterly, at each successive arrival of his holidays, I was more and more struck with the delightful change which was taking place in his person-and more especially in his lovely little emblem of virility, which was gradually elongating and increasing in bulk, and exhibiting the progressive growth of the curious little appendages, which are so necessary towards consummating the full effect of blissful enjoyment. On some of the last occasions when we were thus pleasantly employed, I was greatly surprised to find that when I kissed, caressed, and fondled the little darling, it swelled out and held up its head erect: and the little rosy tip, which formerly never used to disclose itself except when my wanton fingers stripped the skin from it, now started out from its retreat and seemed to challenge my amorous kisses and bites. He too, in his turn, seemed to take a greater delight in caressing me. He would lay me down beside him, and while my hands wandered with pleasure over his naked form and played every manner of trick with him, he would throw up my petticoats and, not unwillingly on my part, would expose as much of my person to his gaze as he could possibly manage, and feast his eyes with the sight, and gratify his lascivious fingers with the touch of all my young charms. Of course, the centre spot was the great object of his attention. He kissed and fondled and played with it in every manner that he could devise. He used, however, to complain that it had not grown in an equal proportion with his own manly weapon, and that his finger was unable to penetrate any further or more easily than it used to do. We were both at that time utterly ignorant of the delicious mode of procuring pleasure which you afterwards so kindly and so sweetly taught me.

I need hardly say, however, that our mutual lascivious touches gave us very great pleasure and enjoyment, but at the same time it was always pleasure of an insufficient and unsatisfactory description. We felt that something was wanting, but what that something was, we as yet knew not, and we had hardly reached sufficient maturity for nature to teach us of its own accord.

I certainly enjoyed greatly the pleasing sensations occasioned by his attempting to put his finger into my little aperture, for as yet the idea of putting in anything else had never occurred to us, but at the same time when he attempted to thrust it any distance up the narrow opening, it hurt and frightened me so much that I never dared to allow him to explore its recesses as far as he wished.

Of course, on the footing on which we were, I had no secrets from him, and he was soon made aware of my aunt's frolics in the water with me, and of the strange adventure I had witnessed when Maria was flogged. He was greatly affected by what I told him of the latter procedure, and expressed the strongest wish to be able to enjoy the gratification of witnessing such a scene. Had I been of a jealous nature I might have been displeased with the eagerness and keenness he displayed on hearing my description of the charms of the naked persons of my aunt and Maria, but so far from being dissatisfied, I loved him too much not to wish to contribute in any manner I could to his pleasure and amusement. I was therefore easily induced to promise to give him any assistance in my power to enable him to indulge his curiosity. But, alas, the result was very different from what we anticipated, and, to him at least, much less satisfactory than we could have desired.

One day, when I was aware that Mr. Everard had been absent from home for some time and that there was consequently no chance of his being at his hiding place near our bathing station, I showed Harry where he might conceal himself so as to have a full view of all that passed while we were in the water. He accordingly stationed himself in the ambush, but on this occasion my aunt did not indulge in any of our usual frolics, and the only opportunity he had of seeing us in a state of nudity was for a minute or two while we dried ourselves and changed our dresses.

Disappointed in this, and more inflamed by the glimpse he had caught of the attractive beauties of my aunt's person, he returned to his post on the following day and persuaded me to play some tricks with my aunt, to induce her to amuse herself in the manner I had described to him she was accustomed to do.

I was afraid of exciting suspicion by doing this, but he was so urgent that I consented. Accordingly when I got into the water, letting my bathing gown fly open I began to frolic with my aunt, throwing the water upon her, and trying to excite her to punish me in the usual manner, so as to give me the opportunity of retaliating upon her. At first, however, she did not seem at all inclined to join in the sport, but after a little, I observed her cast a sharp glance at the thicket, where there was a slight rustling among the bushes. I was sadly afraid that Harry would be discovered, but I was soon relieved of my apprehension by my aunt encouraging my playful tricks. Very soon we were both quite naked, and busily employed in applying the fresh birch to each other's posteriors.

After indulging in this amusement for some time we dressed and returned to the house. Just as we were approaching it, I was surprised to see Mr. Everard coming towards us. My aunt also seemed somewhat astonished, and, after speaking apart to him for a few minutes, asked him to return to the house with me saying that she would be with us in a few minutes. I was now dreadfully alarmed, for I at once suspected what was really the case-that my aunt, on seeing the movement in the thicket, had supposed it was Mr. Everard, who, she knew, was to return that day, and now finding he had not been there, she had returned to discover who had taken his place.

I had no doubt she would discover poor Harry. I would have given the world to have been able to give him warning to keep out of sight, but I could devise no pretext for leaving Mr. Everard, who had evidently received instructions to keep me in sight. I was therefore obliged to return to the house, where we remained in the drawing room till my aunt joined us. I saw her coming across the lawn, and went to the door as if to meet her, when I heard her desire the servant to tell Mr. Henry that she wished to see him in her boudoir as soon as he came in. I had no doubt but that he must have been discovered, and I returned to the drawing room in the greatest uneasiness, for I already began to have some unpleasant suspicions as to how the matter was likely to terminate.

I afterwards discovered that as I had supposed, my aunt's suspicions were aroused, and as she knew the grounds perfectly, she had returned to a spot from which she could observe any one issuing from the thicket in question. She had not waited long before she espied poor Harry, who, little suspecting that any lookout was kept upon him, was walking quietly away with the intention of returning to the house as if from a different direction.

My aunt made no-attempt to conceal herself, and on seeing her alone and evidently watching him, Harry soon suspected that he had been found out. He was sadly at a loss to know to what to do. But as he is a bold courageous boy, he was not long in making up his mind to face the worst. “All she can do to me,” he said to himself, “is to give me a flogging, and after all, the sight I have seen is well worth paying such a price for.” I strongly suspect, however, that he did not anticipate the magnitude of the price he was to pay.

Soon after my aunt came in, I made some excuse to retire to my own room. I was afraid she might have directed me to remain with Mr. Everard, but she said nothing and took no notice of me nor of what had occurred. I left my door open and listened till I heard Harry come in. I wanted sadly to speak to him, but as he followed the servant immediately to the boudoir, I had no opportunity. I then heard my aunt leave the drawing room and proceed to her own room, so I hastened to pass into the store closet that I might ascertain and get a view of what I now apprehended was going to take place.

On entering the boudoir, Lady Lovesport locked the door towards the passage, and then came straight up to where Harry was standing in the middle of the room. He was very pale, but he had a resolute composed aspect, as if he had made up his mind to endure the worst that could happen to him. “So, you young rascal,” she said to him, “is this the return you make to me for all my kindness to you, that I cannot go with my niece to bathe but you must play the spy upon us? What have you to say for yourself? Can you venture to deny your shameful conduct?” Harry cast his eyes down when she began to address him, but said nothing while she continued to upbraid him for his disgraceful proceeding.

Finding that he did not attempt to deny his fault or justify himself, but maintained what she called a stubborn silence, she announced her intention to flog him for his misconduct. She said that her first intention had been to send him off instantly, and never to see him again; but that, on further reflection, she had determined to try the effect of a sound flogging in the hope that it might cure him of such naughty practices for the future. She told him that she had no wish to expose his shameful conduct and his disgrace to the servants; but she was determined that he should not escape punishment, and if he did not submit to it quietly, Mr. Everard was in the house and she would call him to assist her in any manner that might be necessary. Here Harry's pride was roused, and he answered boldly that he knew he had done wrong and was sorry he had offended her, and was willing to submit to any punishment she might choose to inflict, but that neither Mr. Everard nor any servant should ever flog him or assist in holding him to be flogged, even if they should kill him.

Lady Lovesport seemed not a little surprised at this exhibition of spirit, but it did not appear to displease her and she said more mildly that if he was willing to submit to any punishment quietly, she would not do anything to hurt his feelings unnecessarily, but that if he made the least resistance she would immediately call in assistance, whatever might be the consequences. She then produced a large birch rod, and told him to take down his trousers. But here again his spirit broke out, and he said modestly that he would make no resistance to anything she might do to him, but that he did not think he ought to be punished in that manner for indulging a very natural curiosity, and he would not be a party to anything that implied his acquiescence in the punishment. Lady Lovesport still showed no symptom of being offended at his coolness, but quietly told him that the more trouble he gave her, the more severe his punishment would be. To this his only reply was that he could not help it. Here the colloquy ended, and she then proceeded to action.

She first removed his jacket and waistcoat, and taking hold of his arms, placed them behind his back, and bound them firmly together. While she was doing this I thought I saw Harry hesitating. Whether he thought of resisting or remonstrating I cannot tell, but after a short struggle he seemed to make up his mind to let her take her own way entirely. She then took another handkerchief and proceeded to blindfold him. This took Harry quite by surprise, as he had entirely forgotten what I had told him had taken place with Maria. But it prepared me for what next occurred-the appearance of Mr. Everard from the adjoining bedroom, the door of which had been left open. He came in softly and sat down on the sofa, before which the other two were standing. I believe Harry would have objected to the bandaging of his eyes if he could have helped it, but having allowed Lady Lovesport to fasten his hands he was now at her mercy and could offer no resistance, and where that was the case he was too proud to remonstrate. I noticed that she gave a pull at his neckerchief and loosened the knot which fastened it, so that it soon fell off, upon which she made some pretext far putting her hand to his neck, and apparently accidentally unfastened his jacket. Then leading him to a sofa in the centre of the boudoir, she made him kneel up over the raised end of the couch so as to support his head, then her busy hands unbuttoned his trousers, pulled them down to his heels, and tucked up his shirt round his waist till I could see his bottom, and everything.

The culprit being ready, Mr. Everard came silently from his seat, and with his assistance her clothes seemed to drop off as if by magic, till she stood in chemise, stockings, and boots only. She now took up a swinging rod and commenced to whip the bold Harry very soundly as her lover, standing behind her back, embraced her in his arms with one hand raising her chemise whilst the other tickled her lovely slit in front-which was fully exposed to my view.

She evidently hurt him very much, as I could hear him give a suppressed moan and wince at every cut, till she suddenly changed her plan, and seating herself on the sofa, drew his body over her naked thighs. She faced directly towards the store closet, whilst Harry also turned his face in that direction. I could therefore distinctly perceive by the increased flush on his handsome countenance and the pleased expression of the mouth that he seemed even to press further forward, as if to make the lower part of his belly and his thighs participate in such an agreeable contact. Lady Lovesport seemed to have no objection to this proceeding on his part, and changing the position of her left arm, she placed her hand under his breast beyond her knee so as to afford support to the upper part of his body, and while she administered some rather sharp blows to his posteriors, she rather encouraged him to press forward, so that in a very short time his belly and thighs were rubbing against her naked thigh.

Up to this moment Harry had kept himself perfectly still, never moving a single limb and only showing by the quivering of the flesh when the blows were applied, and the working of the muscles of the surrounding parts when the rod fell on his lovely bottom, that he felt the pain when occasionally a sharper or more stringent blow than usual fell upon him. But now he began to yield to a new sensation, whether of pain or of pleasure I could not at first very well discover, but probably it was a mixture of both.

It was certainly not a shrinking from the punishment, for when the rod fell on his posteriors he remained perfectly still to meet it, but the moment after it fell, as if it had communicated some stimulus which it was impossible for him to resist, he thrust his buttocks forward, pressing with all his force against the pleasing soft substance upon which the front of his person rested. When this began to take place I saw an intelligent smile pass between Lady Lovesport and Mr. Everard, as if they well understood and appreciated this strange, and to me mysterious and unaccountable, proceeding, but which, however, they both seemed to enjoy.

The posture, however, in which she was placed seemed to be too fatiguing for Lady Lovesport to indulge in any longer. She therefore took her knee from the sofa, and made Harry stand upright. She then tucked his shirt up round his waist and continued to flog away at his posteriors. This proceeding disclosed to me the lovely little object with which I had so often toyed and played. But what was my surprise in beholding the state it was in. I had expected that the effect of the punishment and the pain he must be suffering would have been to make it shrink up, and that it would have been reduced to the smallest possible dimensions. To my great astonishment it appeared standing up erect and swelled out to even greater dimensions than I had ever before seen it, with its rosy head boldly throwing off its usual covering, and distended to a most unusual extent.

Its appearance seemed to excite surprise and admiration as well as to conduce to the amusement of the other spectators. Lady Lovesport seemed to regard it with a pleased and interested expression, while Mr. Everard was obliged to stuff his handkerchief into his mouth to prevent his giving audible expression to his feelings of amusement as he pointed first to the little champion thus holding up his head in so bold a manner, and then to my aunt's centre of pleasure, in a provokingly malicious manner, as if he meant to insinuate that there ought to be some connection between them. The meaning of this puzzled me a good deal. But my aunt only replied with a frown and a shake of the head.

Lady Lovesport seemed now apparently to think that this mode of proceeding might excite some suspicion in the boy's mind, for taking him up in her arms, she laid him down on his belly on the sofa, and continued to flog away at him in this position. His trousers were still around his legs, and prevented him from moving them about much. But on a signal from Mr. Everard, my aunt pulled them off and continued her operation, plying the rod upon almost every portion of his naked body. She seemed to take a peculiar delight in varying the scene of operation, and I could occasionally see her smile at the effect produced, especially when a sharp blow in some unexpected quarter caused him to start, or move his body so as to display to view some new charm of his lovely person.

Every now and then, when his legs were a little apart, she would touch with a lively hand-though I must own not severely-the tender surface between the thighs. The twisting and heaving of his buttocks into all manner of strange contortions which followed, and the lascivious postures he thus unconsciously exhibited, seemed to afford her the most intense delight.

At length the boiling passions of the poor boy seemed to be completely roused by the irritating treatment he had received, and he could not refrain from jerking his buttocks backwards and forwards, rubbing his belly against the cushions of the sofa upon which he rested as his body stirred about thus convulsively, agitated under the strong stimulus of the blows of the sharp twigs which still continued to be poured down upon him. By this time the whole surface of his hinder quarters, from the small of his back down to his knees, was glowing with a beautiful reddy tint, and though Lady Lovesport had taken care not to strike so forcibly as to break the skin, it was quite evident from his uneasy motions that the whole of the inflamed flesh was in a most tender and irritable state.

During the latter part of the operation I had observed that Mr. Everard had become very restless and uneasy, and that as he moved about Lady Lovesport, holding up her petticoats and putting his hands upon her thighs and buttocks, he was playing with her many of those tricks which I had often done to Harry, and he to me. He more than once made signals to Lady Lovesport, as if he wished her to stop. At last she complied with his request, and Mr. Everard returned to the bedroom.

Lady Lovesport immediately adjusted her own dress and then removed the bandage from Harry's eyes and untied his hands, telling him she hoped the punishment he had now received would be a lesson to him and would make him learn in future to behave himself with greater propriety.

The audacious Harry, who was still lying on his belly on the sofa, and who had not hitherto spoken a word since the commencement of his punishment, now turned himself slowly on his side, and looked intently at her. His shirt had been firmly tucked up round his waist, so that he was almost perfectly naked, exhibiting his funny little plaything with its red head fully exposed, and more swollen and extended, and apparently more excited and fierce, than ever. He very coolly said that he did not mind the punishment a bit, and did not care how often he received it, but that he was very sorry he had done anything to offend her, and he hoped that she would forgive him, and he would try never to do anything for the future to displease her.