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  'It's pretty, isn't it?' I asked softly.

  'Oh! yes,' said Evelyn trembling.

  Her lips were slightly parted over her beautiful teeth and her nostrils quivered as though inhaling some rich perfume. Nora whispered, almost touching my cheek: 'Uncle Jack! It's only today for the first time that I realise what dancing really is!'

  'You darling! You would like to dance too, wouldn't you?'

  'Oh, no! I... I should be afraid.

  'No, you wouldn't be afraid, nor would you, Evelyn, would you?'

  'Oh, no, not a bit,' said Evelyn eagerly, 'but I should like to dance with Rose, if I may.'

  'Certainly you shall dance with her, and you, Nora, with Marie, and all the others, except the pianist, shall leave the room if you like.'

  'Oh, yes! oh, yes, that's just what we should like!'

  Hie dance was drawing to a close, and a most voluptuous one, although Rose and Marie had not given one another the supreme embrace, following in this the directions of Madame.

  I whispered a few words in the good lady's ear; she got up and spoke for a moment to the girls who retired with the exception of Rose, Marie and Blanche.

  When we were alone I said to Rose: 'I shall be very much obliged if you will have a turn with Evelyn, Rose, and you, Marie, will take charge of Nora. They are charmed with you and are delighted with your way of dancing!'

  'Oh,' said Rose, 'that's nothing; we will show the young ladies something much nicer than that! Now, Blanche play us the Surgente di amare!'

  And Blanche began to play it.

  At first things did not go too well, especially with Nora, who was less quick than Evelyn in accommodating herself to the new measure. But soon I had the intense pleasure of seeing my two nieces dancing as gracefully and, I might almost say, as lasciviously as their delighted instructresses.

  And soon the style changed.

  Up to this point Rose and Marie had held their partners in the usual way, but now, placing their arms more firmly round their waists, they pressed their trembling bodies more closely to their own...

  And then indeed the dance became almost maddening in its refined lasciviousness. Of course, Rose and Marie were past mistresses in the art and seemed to take a real pleasure in initiating the two charming flappers. The couples pressed close together, thighs were advanced and inserted between thighs, bodies and breasts seemed to merge and warm breath was mingled. Slowly in this position they revolved for a few moments until it became evident that the voluptuous valse had justified its tide and that—for the first time as I supposed in the case of my little friends—the springs of love were opened.

  The happy climax was reached just as the last strains of the dance were dying away. Rose and Marie at the critical moment had led their partners in front of Madame and myself as we sat on the sofa. I saw suddenly, and at the same moment, Evelyn and Nora fall forwards and collapse in the arms of the two girls: their knees seemed to bend forward, their loins were arched in, their thighs gripped as though in a vice the thigh of their partner, and the convulsive jerks of their bottoms, plainly visible under their thin dresses, left no doubt that the sluices were opened and that the tide of love was flowing freely. They would certainly have fallen if Rose and Marie had not supported them and half carried them to a seat, where they remained for a few moments as though dead.

  They soon recovered, however, and seemed a little ashamed of their weakness. I went and took them by the hand and led them to the sofa where I had been sitting.

  'What has happened?' I asked smiling.

  They were equally unable to find an answer, so I came to their assistance.

  'Don't try to put me off with some fairy-tale,' I said gaily; 'I will explain to you what has happened.'

  Rose and Marie were talking together at the end of the room and Madame had gone up to the pianist to congratulate her on the success of her playing.

  'Dancing undertaken in a certain manner,' I said, 'is naturally conducive to pleasure in the sense that it excites those parts of the body which are the seat of the novel sensations which you have just experienced. You know the parts that I mean?'

  Silence.

  'You know,' I continued, 'that these are the central parts of the body: the loins, the lower part of the belly, the thighs, the bottom, all nervous sensations are centred here. But when the dance is conducted as it was just now, when the bodies touch—still more when it is a man and a girl who are dancing together—when the belly of one is pressed against the belly of the other and when the thigh of one is inserted and rubs against the thighs of the other and the lower part of the belly, thus exciting the treasures which are hidden there...'

  'Uncle Jack!' sighed Nora, "you are driving me mad!'

  'Don't interrupt, Nora,' said Evelyn with a quick and tender glance; 'go on Uncle Jack, all this is most interesting!'

  'Then there takes place what has just occurred to both of you: a prolonged and infinitely delicious spasm, one which—with certain variations—is always produced when one "spends", as it is called, that is to say when one enjoys the sensation which you have just experienced. Evelyn, dear, tell me openly exactly what you felt.'

  'For my part,' said Evelyn softly, 'what had the great effect on me was the rubbing... Oh! how shall I explain it?'

  'Of the thigh?'

  'No... of the belly. It seemed to me that my very being was attracted by Rose's belly: I seemed to feel it naked under my dress!...'

  There's nothing peculiar about that, darling. I have often felt that remarkable attraction myself.'

  'But how can you feel, you a man, what we girls have just felt, as you are not made as we are?'

  'Pleasure is all one. Men and women feel it equally and just in the same way. You have, however, one great advantage over us! Your pleasure, otherwise called your "spending", is much more prolonged than ours and does not take it out of you nearly so much.'

  'Really?' I could see that this piece of information interested the two dears immensely. Evelyn continued: 'You will think me very inquisitive, Uncle Jack, but I should like to know how it was that you experienced what you were saying about... the belly.'

  'I have often experienced, it,' I said, 'and for the first time when I was only about twelve years old. My governess at that time was a strict disciplinarian and she used often to whip me. Now, she had a way of turning the punishment of a whipping into a delightful pleasure for me. When she whipped me she used to take down my trousers and turn up my shirt and then used to place me across her knees from which she had removed her skirt and petticoat. Thus my bare belly seemed to be pressed against hers and caused me such pleasure as quite to outweigh the smarting of the birch; and I enjoyed this all the more because a whipping in itself has peculiarly erotic effects.'

  'Erotic?' said Nora.

  "Yes, darling, erotic means having relation to sensual love.'

  'Really? And so a whipping raises a sensation of love! Oh, how funny! I should never have believed such a thing if you hadn't told us!'

  'But it's true all the same, you dears, and you will be able to test it for yourselves before long... and I can assure you that you will be surprised at the results.'

  Meanwhile Evelyn was making a curious little grimace which I noticed.

  'What is it, Evelyn?' I asked softly.

  She blushed deeply and murmured: 'I should... I should like...'

  'And so should I,' said Nora naively.

  I was amused at their embarrassment and insisted, "You would like what? Come, out with it!'

  'I should like to go for a moment to... to a bedroom.'

  'Oh!' said I, 'I know what's the matter!'

  'Uncle Jack! Please!'

  'There's nothing to blush about in that. I'll bet that, as they say in French, you've done pipi..."

  The two little darlings hid their blushes in their hands.

  'Of course that's it,' I continued. 'Well, my dears, don't be alarmed. You require certain ablutions, no doubt, but you have not done pipi. What has
happened to you is what always happens when one enjoys the supreme pleasure: there has been what is called an emission of love-juice. In the man, this juice, shot out by the devil into the hell of a woman, is the liquid of life, the liquid in which reside the elements of a baby. Now, go with Rose and Marie and they will conduct you to a place where you will find everything which you require.'

  At a sign from Madame, to whom I had hinted the requirements of my little friends, Rose and Marie came up and led them from the room.

  Blanche had already retired and I was left alone with the good lady of the house. I took advantage of this to thank her for the complete success of the first part of the programme.

  The second part will be much more pleasant for you,' she assured me. 'Everything is ready and Rose has received all necessary instructions.'

  Chapter Five - The Whipping-Room

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  When my two charming 'nieces' and Rose returned, Madame conducted us to the whipping-room. It was a large room hung with dark yellow velvet Ladders of varnished wood, the bars of which were here and there provided with straps, a wooden horse covered with soft leather, a cupboard containing every kind of instrument of flagellation, a long wide sofa and a narrow oak bench, both of them furnished with straps, and finally the whipping-chair formed the furniture of this comfortable apartment from which no cries or appeals could escape.

  Not that it was a room of torture, far from that, but, as I explained to the girls later, there are certain refined voluptuaries who never feel the supreme pleasure so keenly as when they have been severely scourged by a female hand.

  We must of course admit that there are tastes of all kinds.

  As soon as we had entered the room, Madame left us to the tender care of Rose who alone had accompanied us.

  My little friend invited us to be seated and then said, 'I must tell you, young ladies and monsieur, that it is a rule of the house that no visitor may enter the whipping-room without receiving a whipping. It is a tribute which must be paid! With which of you shall I begin?'

  Evelyn and Nora, crimson with confusion, declared that they would be much too much ashamed to be whipped before me.

  At this Rose laughed heartily.

  'Really?' said she. 'Perhaps you are afraid that your uncle would be shocked at the sight of your charms?... If that is so, you may banish all fear. Monsieur is no novice, I can assure you. He has seen many a whipped bottom. And I don't mind admitting that he has seen mine dancing under the rod not so very long ago.'

  'But,' objected Evelyn, 'it must hurt terribly!' Rose's laughter increased.

  'Not at all, not at all!' said she. 'Please remember that we are here far our pleasure and not for our pain! Don't be alarmed, young ladies, and make up your minds to go through it. One thing is certain, and that is that you will not leave this room without having had a whipping, nor will your uncle either!'

  'Oh, for my part,' I said, 'I will gladly submit to the rules of the house."

  'Then,' said Evelyn, 'you have it first!'

  'No,' said Rose, 'that would be breaking the rules. We must always begin with a visitor who is making a first visit to the establishment.'

  'Evelyn,' said I, 'I will give you my word of honour that I will go through it after you and Nora. And besides, didn't you tell me that you were "prepared for anything". If you want to understand things you must learn by personal experience... And I assure you that you won't suffer any pain, but quite the contrary!'

  'But you will see me!'

  'And have I not some little claim to such a delicious reward?'

  'And Nora will have it after me?'

  "Yes, after you, and I after Nora!'

  'Oh, good heavens, very well then; do with me as you like!...'

  Assisted by Rose I led her to the armchair. The seat consists, so to speak, of two arms placed close together, hollowed out like a gutter, and thickly padded. We directed Evelyn, to kneel down on it and this she did without much hesitation.

  Promptly Rose fastened her legs to the arms by means of two broad webbing straps, and then directed her to place her arms round the back of the chair: these she fastened securely at the wrists by means of another strap.

  Evelyn then noticed that her stomach was resting on a sort of velvet cushion fixed at the bottom of the back of the chair.

  'What is it placed there for?' she asked, a little frightened without knowing exactly why.'

  'To support you, darling,' I said. 'Now, don't be afraid!'

  Touching a lever, Rose set the back of the chair in motion.

  It fell slowly, but steadily, backwards, drawing with it the upper part of the astonished Evelyn's body.

  A cry of distress issued from her pretty lips, and Nora, frightened too, rose from her seat and seemed inclined to cry out—

  'Don't be frightened,' I said quickly. 'Be a good girl, Nora. I've told you that no harm shall happen to Evelyn. You can have complete confidence in me.'

  Evelyn, meanwhile, continued to utter little cries of terror which became more plaintive when, the back of the chair continuing to fall backwards, the dear girl found herself flung forwards, quite gently it is true, and without her fastened limbs or her body suffering any pain whatsoever. The downward movement only ceased when the back was almost parallel with the floor, and as the arms had risen as the back fell, Evelyn found herself exactly as if she had been on all fours, that is to say her bottom was raised in a way most admirably adapted for a whipping. This position in itself was already extremely exciting for Nora and me, the spectators—especially for me—but what was it compared with what I was about to see!... The mere idea of this made me tremble with desire. Evelyn, on finding herself thus exposed, felt a very natural agony of shame. She cried out more loudly and her lovely face expressed a regular terror when she found herself thus placed with her head lower than her heels.

  Rose gently reassured her.

  'Oh! Miss Evelyn,' she said, 'you are not going to cry out like a little baby, surely! .. . You know that it's only fun! If you really deserved to be punished and if we wished to do so, we should not take so much care to make you comfortable, should we? You will see how curious it is and what strange and powerful emotions this new experience provokes... Now, be a good girl, and we will begin me operation.

  'Ah, yes! Monsieur Quatrefois will see your pretty little bottom! He will see it birched! And what if he does! I don't suppose that you imagine it will be the first time that he has seen such a thing! I can assure you that your bottom will not be the first that he has seen under such conditions; will it, monsieur?'

  'I'm obliged to confess that it will not!' said I laughing.

  But the shame which is inseparable from the 'preparation' for a whipping had now taken complete possession of Evelyn. Her face was crimson and sweet little tears appeared on her long eyelashes and this attitude of humiliation, I must confess, gave me infinitely more pleasure than if she had taken the situation as a matter of course, to be merely laughed at.

  Rose delicately seized between the thumb and finger of each hand the edge of her light skirt and turned it up slowly over the patient's shoulders. Evelyn uttered such a cry of distress that, if I had not restrained myself, I should have flung myself on my knees before her and kissed her little lips, so pretty in their timid fear, in order to comfort her.

  'Oh, what are you going to do?' she sighed.

  'I am about to uncover this part of you, miss,' said Rose smiling. 'You don't suppose that we are going to whip you over your petticoats, do you?'

  'Evelyn, darling,' I said in my turn, 'if you really wish to know everything, you must submit to everything. And it's all the more easy to do this because, I assure you, it isn't a punishment that Rose is about to inflict on you but a most delightful caress!'

  'Oh, I believe you... But it seems so dreadful! So shocking! Oh, do get it over quickly!' Rose, highly amused, proceeded to raise the soft petticoat and then her light and skilful hands sought out, under the waist and the upturned clothes, the button
s of the drawers.

  And, as is always the case, this search was the beginning of the excitement, and what a novel excitement it was, for Evelyn. I could see it in the nervous trembling which shook her charming posteriors, still protected by their thin covering. I could not take my eyes from those splendid rotundities, the bold roundness and fullness of which were thus suddenly revealed to me. The drawers, made of the finest lawn, were open—as the drawers of every self-respecting flapper should be— and at the bottom of the slit, near the thighs, a little end of the chemise peeped out, and trembled like a little tail. How I should have loved to raise this little tail and insert beneath it an investigating finger or an inquisitive glance! The drawers, very full in the legs— although at this moment tightly stretched by the jutting-out position of their sumptuous contents—were slit up the side to a certain point and this opening was fastened at the top by a large bow of rose-coloured satin. Rich Valenciennes lace, forming an edging, fell down over the well-formed calves encased in their charming open-work black silk stockings. They were as pretty a pair of drawers as you could want to see, and I could not help wondering if Evelyn, anticipating what was in store for her, had put them on for my benefit, and if I should find that Nora was equally dainty in her undies when her turn came to display them. Meanwhile Rose, having found the buttons, slipped the drawers down to the knees, and then slowly, and with gestures which seemed almost religious, raised the fine crepe chemise and turned it up over the shoulders with the petticoats.

  It was indeed a lovely sight which presented itself.

  To be sure, I have seen the bottoms of many girls and women in my time, and as, no doubt, many of my readers have been equally fortunate, I see no reason to deny it. But this time I felt more deeply moved than ever before, and with good reason, for Evelyn's bottom was an absolute marvel—and it is so still, I may say at once!

  What painter, were he at the very top of his profession, could produce that delightful fruit of pink and white flesh, so attractive and so delicate in its development?... But even if he did succeed in this task he would only have produced an incomplete work, infinitely inferior to the reality: there would be wanting the life, manifesting itself in those quiverings and tremblings the mere sight of which intoxicate one. There would be wanting above all that imponderable thing, the feeling of seeing, of admiring, a virgin's bottom, a bottom pure and fresh, absolutely chaste and never yet uncovered—at least to the eyes of a man—never yet soiled by the slightest touch. I gazed upon it with an almost religious emotion, with which was mingled, let it be said, no slight admixture of hot desire.