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  I did not dare to ask Rose to allow me to whip the delightful treasure, but at that moment I made up my mind to use my utmost endeavour to be able to do so at sometime or other; whether my hopes were ever to be realised—this, as Rudyard Kipling would say, 'is another story.'

  Rose, who no doubt was not quite affected in the same way as myself, had taken from the cupboard two instruments of flagellation. She placed one on a seat near the armchair and held the other in her hand.

  The first was the classic instrument, a birch rod, formed of thin elastic twigs about two feet long, bound together for half their length and covered with broad red ribbon.

  The other, which she held in her hand, was a martinet or cat-o'-nine-tails, but of a kind that would have been of no terror to a naughty boy. While the wooden handle was bound round with soft leather, the six leather thongs, about a foot long, were covered with crimson velvet.

  In this way the severity of the whipping—a severity which is always possible as the result of the excitement of the operator—would be so much diminished that the only effects of a love-whipping would be an extreme irritation of the senses and an intense desire for an effective relief.

  I thought that Rose was now ready to put an end to Evelyn's agony of mind by proceeding to whip her at once, but such was not the case... Turning a little handle at the side of the chair she caused the arms— to which Evelyn's knees were strapped—to open with the result that the lovely girl's thighs were forced wide apart. Nor was this the only result.

  At first surprised, and then really frightened, Evelyn uttered such cries of terror that Rose was quite dismayed. 'Oh, do be quiet,' she said impatiently, "you really are too tiresome! Let me tell you, miss, that if it was left to me I should give you something to cry out about!'

  'Come, Evelyn, come!' I said in my turn. You know it's not serious. Don't make such a fuss, you are not going to be hurt!'

  Nora was sitting by my side, and we were just behind Evelyn. Rose was standing by her left side in such a way that Nora and I could admire in their most intimate details the treasures of our little companion.

  What first attracted my attention was the tight little pinky-brown button-hole which Evelyn tried in vain to conceal by closing the cheeks of her bottom... The attempt met with no success owing to the wide stretch of the thighs. Underneath appeared the first little brown curls, as fine and soft as silk, which grew thicker as they ascended till they formed a thick downy fleece. In this nestled, like two rolled-up petals of a fresh crimson rose seeking to hide itself in the shade, the tightly closed lips of the virgin spring of love.

  How compact and fresh it all seemed! And how profoundly moved I was at the sight of such lovely charms so beautifully—and so indecently— displayed. My nerves were on the tingle and my blood seemed to course in hot waves through my veins... By me sat Nora, her face scarlet! She had taken my hand, the little darling, and was pressing it convulsively.

  'Nora!' I murmured, 'my darling! I am just in the condition that Father Rustique was; do you understand me? The devil is aroused!'

  She moved uneasily on her chair, blushed still more deeply and stammered: The devil?... Oh, Uncle Jack!...'

  She lowered her eyes in confusion. I gently guided her hand to the spot where the devil was making his presence felt. At first she seemed to wish to withdraw it, but I held the soft warm little hand there by gentle firmness.

  'Do you feel it, dear? Tell me if you feel it?'

  'Yes... Oh, yes, I feel it,' she sighed.

  I felt her tremble delightfully but I did not wish to push the experience any further for the moment. And besides, Rose was now beginning to whip Evelyn, whose bottom at once began to dance while she uttered little cries, whether of fear or pleasure it would not have been easy to decide. Skilfully handled the velvet-covered thongs of the martinet wrapped themselves round the plump and muscular cheeks of Evelyn's bottom.

  Pretty red stripes soon began to appear and, presently, the by no means severe and most delicately applied whipping began to produce the desired effect, that is to say an intensely sensual sensation.

  Evelyn ceased to utter her little cries. Only, 'Ah! ah! ah!...' escaped from her lips as each stroke fell, while her eyes assumed a dreamy look. Finally the intense itching sensation became so unbearable over the whole of her tender bottom that she experienced an uncontrollable desire to be whipped more severely.

  She herself assured me of these impressions later on, as did Nora, but I need hardly say that I was well acquainted with them myself. Evelyn, then, having ceased to cry out, now found herself a prey to the very demon of lasciviousness. Her bottom was quivering and dancing in the most indecent manner and she had quite given up all attempts to hide from us the most tender and secret parts of her lovely body. Her breathing became quick and sharp, her burning sensations seemed to increase her beauty and impassioned words escaped from her red and patted lips.

  'Ah! Go on! Go on! Harder! oh! It's maddening! Oh! It's delicious! Oh! Go on! Harder Still! Ah! Ah!...'

  Rose, alert and intensely interested, increased the severity of her strokes, knowing well that the only effect would be to excite, and not to damage, the tender flesh. Suddenly she dropped the martinet and took up the birch, judging no doubt that the glowing bottom was now prepared for the more severe attack of the supple twigs.

  And she was right. The elastic birch, curling round the beautiful trembling and quivering globes, came down with a hiss on the hot crimson flesh. Here and there livid weals were raised and dark red stripes appeared, but Evelyn, beside herself with the intensity of the sensations which she was now experiencing for the first time, uttered not the slightest complaint although she was now really undergoing a pretty severe birching.

  Virgin though she was, under the effects of the whipping, she had lost all modesty and I am certain that at this moment she would have gladly yielded me her maidenhead.

  But I had promised Madame R that the girls should leave her house virgins in body and I was determined to keep my promise.

  When Rose saw that her patient had reached the paroxysm of passion, she dropped the birch, took up the martinet and, with gentle and carefully directed strokes, began to whip her between the legs...

  The velvet-covered thongs, following the deep valley, struck, or rather caressed, the soft treasures which I have described.

  The effect was really astonishing.

  Evelyn stiffened the whole of her body in a supreme spasm. With nervous contractions she agitated her thighs and bottom, while a deep sob of pleasure issued from her lips and was repeated again and again.

  Nora, surprised and a little frightened, pressed close up to me. I felt a supple young body against my shoulder, a sensation which was not calculated to diminish the fire which was consuming me. I passed my arm round her waist and gently fondled the magnificent rotundities which I was looking forward to be able to admire in a few moments as conveniently as those of her little friend.

  'Are you wondering what Evelyn's sensations are?' I asked in a low voice.

  'Yes..." she admitted.

  'Well, she has been having a perfectly blissful time. Would you have thought that a whipping was able to produce such a wonderful effect?'

  'No, indeed, Uncle Jack!'

  'You little darling! You shall try it yourself in a moment. It is not only by putting the devil into hell that one can feel this delightful sensation, as I have told you, and now you have the proof of it! Oh no, there are many other ways, I can assure you.'

  Evelyn remained for some little time overcome by the swoon into which the supreme excitement of the voluptuous whipping had plunged her. She continued to sigh softly and Nora, reassured by what I had just said with regard to Evelyn's sensations, suddenly began to laugh heartily. This rather surprised me, having regard to her recent emotion, and I asked her, 'What's the matter, Nora: what makes you laugh so?'

  'It's Evelyn,' she said, bursting out again. 'The spectacle is so comic! Oh, how funny she is. Look how she is wr
iggling her... her bottom, and how she is showing... everything—and so comically too!'

  'Oh, Miss Nora,' said Rose, assuming the magisterial tone of an irate schoolmistress, you are wrong to laugh at Miss Evelyn. In a few moments you will find yourself precisely in the position that she is now in, And a little later you will behave exactly as you have seen her behave! All those who enter this room go through the same contortions and utter the same sighs! I will now unfasten Miss Evelyn and prepare you; now, come along!'

  Nora, confused and crimson with emotion, wriggled on her seat and pressed more closely up to me.

  'Oh, no!' she murmured. 'I won't!'

  She made an adorable little grimace, so charming that I felt tempted softly to bite her lovely little mouth to punish her for being so insubordinate.

  'You won't?' I said in feigned astonishment. 'Oh! what a horrid word! Let me tell you that no well-behaved young lady in a whipping-room ever says "I will" or "I won't": merely for this you will have to mount the chair, so come along!'

  I took her gently in my arms to move her towards the chair but she resisted a little, and this gave me the chance of feeling her supple plump body under the thin material of her dress.

  'It will have to be,' I said. 'Be a good girl, Nora, and don't compel me to use force. You know that a girl ought to obey her uncle, don't you?'

  'Now, Miss Nora, come at once,' said Rose in her turn. 'Now it will be Miss Evelyn who will laugh at you!'

  'Indeed, Nora, you surprise me,' said Evelyn, 'What has become of all your old pluck?'

  'Miss Nora used to be brave, then?' said Rose jeeringly. 'What a change!'

  'Yes, indeed, she was,' continued Evelyn, 'We used to consider her the bravest girl in the school.'

  Evelyn's remarks seemed to rouse Nora's pride.

  'I am just the same!' said she, turning up her sweet little nose and looking at us each in turn with her great blue eyes, more blue by reason of the crimson of her cheeks. 'And that there may be no doubt about it I will show it you!... too!'

  I burst out laughing at these words. The little darling! She did not see the humour of her remark in her innocence.

  For, indeed, if she was to show us haw brave she was, she would have to show it to us, namely that which I was so longing to see. Of her own accord she knelt on the arms of the chair which had been restored to their position by Rose who immediately strapped her knees and hands as she had done in the case of Evelyn.

  It was quickly done, for Rose, like myself, found an added excitement from the semblance of resistance which the capricious Nora had offered.

  Immediately the back of the chair was tilted backwards, the arms were raised and the machinery which operated them was set in motion in spite of the agonised appeals of Nora.

  'Oh, yes! you may cry! You see what you have let yourself in for!' said Rose. 'You will have to show everything at once as a punishment for your resistance. And I am sure that we are about to see something that will be well worth our careful attention, for you are charmingly pretty, Miss Nora!'

  The little rogue had murmured this in the culprit's ear and I saw mat she had taken advantage of the opportunity gently to bite the lobe of this ear, which is one of the most exciting caresses that I know, especially when, at the same time, the hand of the operator is 'at work' either under the petticoats or inside the trousers.

  Now, Rose's hand was 'at work' under Nora's petticoats in a way which, as she admitted to me later, at once aroused an extraordinary sensation of pleasure.

  The skilful ministrant to my desires unbuttoned the drawers and let them down and then, slipping her hand under the chemise, she softly stroked and tickled the trembling globes of Nora's posterior charms.

  The strange and novel sensation seemed to drive the sweet girl almost mad. Little cries and entreaties mingled with sighs were evidence of this, as well as the undulations of the loins and the trembling of the bottom which always result in the case of one not accustomed to be thus handled.

  But Rose knew that she was not mere to gratify her own pleasure.

  Evidently delighted at having thus excited Nora, she stood up, came behind her and turned up the petticoats.

  If Nora's bottom was apparently less muscular than Evelyn's it seemed to be just as attractive in the harmony of its curves and the full development of its sumptuous globes.

  I have said that the girls of Madame X's school were well known throughout Paris for the smartness of their dressing and Nora's undies were as dainty as those of her companion. The drawers, of fine lawn like those of Evelyn, were now hanging loosely round her knees, and for the first time I caught a glimpse of the soft white flesh between the tops of her stockings and the edge of her chemise.

  A moment later and Rose had turned up the chemise and immediately were displayed before me, delightful in the indecent completeness of their exposure, the beauties which so for I had only pictured in my mind. Here, indeed, was the eternal fruit offered to the appetite of man, that wonderful fruit which, from the distant time of the earthly Paradise, has offered itself to the pious hands of the lovers of Eve.

  But had there been one fruit in that famous garden like to that which Nora now offered to our unraptured gaze, its mere presence would have explained the madness of Adam.

  It was a combination of form and colour calculated to amaze and delight the most experienced painter of the nude. The skin was so soft and fine that one felt a desire to kneel down before the beautiful globes and bite boldly into them and perhaps to smother them with kisses, or to make them quiver with the gentle ridding of the fingers or under the stinging embraces of an elastic birch. In the shady valley, where grew a fair and downy moss, thanks to the wide separation of the thighs I could admire the rosy virgin jewels which seemed to invite my lips.

  'Nora,' I said, 'I can assure you that you and Evelyn are perfectly adorable from all points of view. How on earth, darling, could you wish to hide such treasures from us? It would have been a crime, Rose, wouldn't it?'

  'A regular crime!' said Rose.

  There was no doubt that she was very much excited by the fair charms — Sitbone acandidiara nive, as Ovid would have said—of Nora, and I could not help suspecting in her certain sapphic tastes which I had never been aware of before.

  Rose now took up the martinet and, while with her left hand she softly caressed Nora's cheek—very sensitive as I could see to the gentle tickling, she began to whip her bottom, following the same method as she had employed in the 'correction' of Evelyn. From the very first, Nora showed by her contortions and lascivious movements that, though a blonde, she was as sensitive to a whipping as the dark and more highly strung Evelyn. For a long time and pretty severely as it seemed Rose continued to whip her, then she substituted the birch for the martinet when she judged that the right moment had come.

  Presently the velvet-covered thongs of the martinet resumed their delightful task, working up to the final scene. The tight little button-hole and the rosy lips, as fresh and pouting and closed as Evelyn's, received the last tender strokes which brought on the inevitable crisis.

  Nora's whole body quivered and contracted and then... jerk... jerk..., a panting o...h! o...h! a...h! and a deep sob of delight marked the crowning point of her enjoyment.

  Standing just behind her, with her bottom and thighs arranged in such a position that we could see every detail of the child's emotion, we watched the love-fit run its course for a full minute, then the sweet girl seemed to collapse, overcome by pleasure and confusion.

  Delightful power of youth! How much, as I watched this charming scene, I regretted my young years when the same simple cause would have produced on my nature the same pleasant effects. But alas, it now required more than a mere whipping to produce in me the final spasm.

  Nora, half laughing and half weeping, so intense had been her enjoyment, was unfastened and prettily proceeded to adjust the disorder of her raiment.

  'And now, Monsieur Quatrefois,' said Rose shaking a finger at me, 'it's your
turn! Oh, yes! and you deserve it. I'm certain that what you have been watching with so much interest has made you feel very naughty! let me see!'

  Boldly she came up to me and unbuttoned the front of my trousers with her soft and skilful little hand. Then I felt it creep in under my shirt, just tickle for a moment my balls, and then proceed to the condition of my tool.

  'Ah, I though as much!' said she. 'Now, sir, you will have to be whipped: come and kneel down here at once without making any fuss about it.'

  It would have been ungracious on my part to refuse after what Evelyn and Nora had been through, so I did at once as Rose directed. Immediately she fastened me down securely and I felt her active fingers unbutton my braces and let down my trousers. Next moment I was aware that I was uncovered from my loins to my knees, and close to me, highly excited and blushing divinely, were Evelyn and Nora, examining me attentively with a somewhat nervous smile. 'Is it I who am to whip you?' asked Rose with a meaning air.

  Immediately objections were raised to this.

  Of course this was just what I wanted and I asked Rose to accede to their wishes. Rose, highly amused, handed the martinet to Evelyn who, on this occasion, did not fail to assert her right of priority! Evelyn looked first at the martinet and then at my behind and it was evident that she was shy about beginning the operation.

  'Well, Miss Evelyn?...' asked Rose smiling, 'what are you waiting for?'

  'I... oh... Do you think, mademoiselle, that it will hurt Uncle Jack?'

  'Just as it hurt you; no more and no less!'

  'But... but where shall I strike?'