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  'Well! It seems to me that the right place is conveniently displayed! Right across the bottom, to be sure! And another on the lower part, just where it is most sensitive. If you want to produce the greatest feeling of shame and also the highest pitch of sensual excitement it is just across the lower part of the bottom and the upper part of the thighs that you should apply the strokes. But now begin and I will direct you as you proceed.'

  And Evelyn began to whip me.

  Thanks to the velvet covering of the thongs, the whipping was a mere caress and I had all the impression of being whipped without any of the pain, while I had the special delight of knowing that it was Evelyn— and later on Nora—who was inflicting the pleasant punishment.

  When the two little dears had well warmed my bottom. Rose took from them the martinet and handed the birch to Evelyn.

  'Now,' said she, 'follow my instructions carefully. Give me your left hand. Do you feel something?'

  'Oh, good heavens!' exclaimed Evelyn, drawing back her hand quickly, 'oh, how it frightened me! Whatever is it?..."

  'Look and see!'

  Rose made Evelyn and Nora stoop down and showed them, standing up along my belly, long, stiff and in a fine state of erection, my devil, just in the condition of that of Father Rustique at the moment when he plunged it into Alibech's hell.

  'Oh!' said Nora, 'it's a real one! a real live one!'

  'A real live devil!' repeated Evelyn, much moved. 'It's the first we have ever seen, isn't it, Nora?'

  'Yes!' said Nora. 'But I wish I could get a better view of it!... It doesn't look dangerous! The very first!'

  Tm delighted that it should be mine which has that honour,' I murmured; "you can touch it, it's not dangerous, I can assure you!'

  'No, indeed,' said Rose: 'it can't bite or scratch, but I think that, before long, the young ladies will find that it can spit pretty freely!'

  This sally of wit on the part of Rose made us both laugh, rather to the surprise of the two girls who were unable as yet to appreciate the joke. Both of them wanted to caress it at the same time, just as one caresses a pretty and curious animal. The condition into which all this put me can be easily imagined!

  'That's all very well, young ladies,' said Rose. 'But we forget that your uncle has not yet had the end of his whipping. Now, Miss Evelyn, place yourself here, on his left. That's right Now pass your hand under him, and take firm hold of his devil, as you call it. Yes, that's it... Now that you've got hold of him, birch his bottom again for him nicely, laying the strokes on harder as you go.'

  Evelyn obeyed. The sensation of having my prick thus held in her little hand drove me mad, and as the strokes of the birch fell I began to work my bottom backwards and forwards.

  The inevitable result would soon have followed if Rose, who had a new idea, had not withdrawn Evelyn's hand.

  'Whip him well under the cheeks of his bottom... Steady... gently... not too hard; wait, I will open the arms of the chair wider for you... There, now whip him well down the crack...'

  I began to pant and writhe with pleasure but had not quite reached the spending point.

  Then I heard Rose speak again. 'Now, it's your turn to birch him, Miss Nora. Do as Miss Evelyn did. But there are no fixed rules. The operator should perform as she thinks best: she should try to put as much variety and personal charm as possible into the performance.'

  'Yes, yes,' I said. 'I will explain all that to them later. Now, Nora darling, whip me well!'

  My bottom seemed fairly on fire, so delightfully was my skin burning, and Nora, encouraged by what Rose had just said, tried a method of her own.

  She passed her left hand well down under my belly and with the tips of her fingers began to tickle my balls and up and down the shaft of my prick, while at the same time she applied the birch to my bottom in such a way that Rose soon saw that I should not be able to restrain myself much longer if my sweet little tormentor continued her operations. She therefore removed her hand as she had done with Evelyn.

  'That will do for the present,' said she, 'otherwise I shall not be able to show you something in a moment which will interest you very much.'

  'Oh, what is it?' asked the two girls together.

  'You shall see. But first let us unfasten your uncle.'

  'Oh! But...! ' exclaimed Evelyn, 'it's not finished. He... he hasn't... felt what we felt just now; both of us!'

  'Ah!' said Rose laughing, 'that's just what I want to show you...! There...! Your bottom is beautifully red, Monsieur Quatrefois. You have had a really good whipping—but, then, you deserved it Confess it and come and receive your pardon with a kiss from your three tormentors!

  I made haste to obey, and I enjoyed from the crimson and fresh lips of my two little flappers, as well as from those of my more experienced young friend, three of the most delightful kisses that I have ever had in my life!

  Chapter Six - A Lesson in Male Anatomy

  *

  Without giving me time to button up my trousers, Rose, followed by Evelyn and Nora who were most curious to see what was going to happen, pushed me towards a door which opened into a sort of small alcove. It formed, so to speak, a kind of dressing-room to the whipping-room. In it the chief piece of furniture was a large bed covered with a dark red velvet coverlet, while on the walls and ceiling were numerous mirrors.

  Rose, pointing the bed out to me, said, 'Be so good as to lie down there, on your back.'

  I obeyed without asking for any explanation, knowing well that the good and skilful girl had something pleasant in store for us.

  As soon us I had assumed the required position she turned my shirt up over my belly and pulled my trousers down to my knees.

  'Oh! how big it is!' exclaimed Nora at once.

  "Yes, I really believe it is bigger than Father Rustique's,' said Evelyn.

  I could feel their warm breath caressing my flesh, so closely were they bending over me.

  'Monsieur Quatrefois is very well made!' said Rose, laughing. 'There is nothing exactly remarkable about him, but what you are examining with such interest is one of the finest specimens that I have ever seen!'

  Human pride centres in all sorts of things and this compliment was not calculated to diminish mine. As a well-known comedian used to sing in Paris.

  ... On a beau faire le malin,

  Ca vous fait tout de meme quelque chose!

  'Have you seen many?' asked Nora naively.

  Rose began to laugh. 'A fair number!' she admitted modestly. Then, becoming suddenly grave and assuming the magisterial air which I have mentioned before, she continued, 'I will now show you in detail, young ladies, what a devil is! Perhaps it will make you wish to put it into hell. At any rate, I hope so. Now, watch—'

  She took hold of my tool and held it upright, for in the position in which I was lying it was pointing straight up along my belly.

  'What you see here—this bag which Miss Nora was tickling just now so nicely while she was whipping the gentleman—contains the testicles or "balls". Feel here, gently, quite gently. Do you feel the two balls?'

  'Yes, yes! Oh, how funny they feel!'

  The little darlings were feeling me so delicately and with such evident interest that it was almost more than I could stand.

  'Well, these balls,' continued Rose, 'are called the seminal glands. It is in them that the juice of life is formed...'

  'The juice of life?'

  'Yes, or the semen, the liquid which, when poured into the genital organs of a woman, produces the foetus, or the embryo child. This juice, or sperm, is the seed of life.'

  'But how is it poured into... into what you were mentioning?' asked Evelyn.

  'I will explain. When it is formed it is accumulated in a little reservoir situated here, between the cheeks of the bottom. Please to open your legs, sir!'

  I obeyed at once and the instructing—and tickling!—ringer was placed on my prostate.

  'When the devil has been thrust right into hell, it is drawn out and then worked in an
d out, in and out, as no doubt you noticed in the cinema-room. The object of these movements is to rub the delicate soft surface of the weapon against the folds of the hot sheath in which it is plunged. This is intended to excite it and make it swell and stiffen as much as possible; do you follow?'

  'Oh, yes, yes.'

  'When it is thoroughly excited there takes place a natural contraction and a spasm which, repeated several times, shoots out the seminal juice through this tube which you see swelling out so on the underside and through this little pink hole at the top. When the juice is poured into the genital parts of the woman a baby is planted. Do you understand?'

  'Yes, perfectly,' said Nora. 'But then, if this juice is to be shot out, the... the weapon must be in its sheath, mademoiselle?'

  'Oh! one can make it flow in other ways, fortunately!'

  'But then,' said Evelyn in her turn, 'if it is not properly placed, a baby isn't made?'

  Rose and I burst out laughing.

  'If a baby was made every time a man had this pleasure—for we experience just the same pleasure when we pour out our juice as you did just now at the end of your whipping—the world would soon be over-populated and people, for fear of having more and more children, would indeed be unhappy!'

  Then... then? What can be done to make this juice flow?' asked Nora.

  'Oh, that's quite simple,' said Rose. 'Instead of rubbing the weapon in its proper sheath one can rub it in some other way! Like this for instance; look...'

  She took hold of the middle of my tool and slowly at first and then more quickly, began to frig me, half covering and uncovering the red head as she worked the skin up and down.

  'Oh, how curious it is to see the head covered and uncovered like that!' said Evelyn.

  'This head,' said Rose, 'is called the gland. And this soft supple skin which half covers it is called the foreskin. Now, Miss Evelyn, take hold of it gently and do as you have seen me do. It is called masturbating or, more commonly, frigging, but these are naughty words which must not be used in public, you understand! Like the word "prick". Oh, there are plenty of them... plenty!'

  'Oh, do tell them to us, mademoiselle!' said the two girls, both together.

  'I don't know if I ought to..."

  'Oh, yes, tell them,' I said. 'They want to know all we can teach them, don't you, dearies?'

  'Oh, yes, yes!' they exclaimed together.

  'Very well, then! That great stiff thing that you have got hold of, Miss Evelyn, is properly called the penis but, more usually, a prick, cock, tool, etc., etc. But these are all nasty words and, for my part, I prefer to call it by affectionate names such as little mouse, doodle, etc., just as I call pussy, fanny, jewel, the famous sheath which we girls have and which is commonly called a cunt.'

  'Oh! you are quite right,' said Evelyn excitedly. When I am married later on I shall ask my husband to put his little mouse into my little pussy—and I do hope it really will be a little mouse, not like this great thing which I'm sure would never be able to get into my little pussy.'

  Rose and I fairly roared at this, but in a moment Nora broke in shyly, blushing sweetly.

  'But mademoiselle, may we not see this juice which you have been telling us about? It would be so interesting to see it flow, and Uncle Jack has seen both of us... do... do what you made us do on the whipping-chair!'

  'Oh, yes, do let us, mademoiselle!' chimed in Evelyn.

  'And what do you say, Monsieur Quatrefois?' asked Rose.

  'I am quite willing,' said I. 'And I think their lesson would be incomplete without it.'

  'Very well, then, young ladies, you shall now proceed to make your uncle "come" or "spend"; but wait a minute!'

  Rose went to a drawer and returned with a towel with which she covered me from my chin to my navel.

  'What ever is that for?' asked Evelyn.

  'You will see in a minute,' said Rose. 'Now, Miss Evelyn, hold his prick straight up in the air and whatever happens don't let go of it... yes, that's right... Now place your other hand under the cheek of his bottom that is nearest you... And you, Miss Nora, place one of your hands under the other cheek, and with the tips of the fingers of the other hand just tickle up and down the shaft, touching that swelling tube with one of your fingers: do it as gently and as nicely as you can and tell me as soon as you feel his bottom begin to stiffen. Now are you both ready? Then begin...' Immediately I had the intense pleasure of feeling Nora's little fingers travelling softly up and down my straining tool and I watched with delight the eager and excited look on the face of each of the two charming girls. The delightful tickling of my prick soon began to take effect, and do what I would in my anxiety to prolong the pleasure as much as possible, the inevitable contractions of my bottom began to take place.

  'Oh my cheek is beginning to stiffen!' said Evelyn.

  'And so is mine!' said Nora.

  'Ah, now he is beginning to feel just as you did at the end of your whipping, broke in Rose. Now, Miss Nora, you see that drop of juice which is issuing from the top of his instrument.'

  'Yes! Is that the... the seed of life that you were telling us about?'

  'No; only its forerunner. Now, miss, take that drop on the tip of your finger... Yes, that's right. Now rub your finger up and down just on the underneath part of his prick where the head joins the shaft. Yes, like that. Keep rubbing there and you'll see what happens!'

  The action of the slippery tip of the finger on the most sensitive part of my tool was more that I could stand. My whole body stiffened and then, with a jerk, my love juice sluices were at last opened and I shot a stream of semen four or five feet into the air which came pattering down on to the towel just under my chin; another stream followed and another, each falling a little lower than the former till a long line covered the towel from top to bottom.

  All the time that I was spending the two girls uttered exclamations of 'Oh! oh! How wonderful! What a deluge! How delightful!' etc., etc.

  'There,' said Rose, 'now you have frigged a man and made him spend and have learned how his pleasure corresponds to ours, for you must have noticed how his body stiffened and jerked and how he panted and sighed just as you did when you were on the whipping-chair. And now, mat will do for the present. If you continued at once you would tire him out. I will now take you to a bedroom where, in view of what is to follow, certain ablutions will again be necessary. Monsieur Quatrefois will stay here and will, no doubt, be able to attend to himself, after that I will show you something else which I hope will interest you.

  Chapter Seven - The Chair of Pleasure

  *

  The girls were back in a few minutes looking as bright and fresh as ever, and Rose at once led us into the room in which is the 'chair of pleasure'. This chair is a kind of armchair with a rather narrow seat and a padded back. On each side, instead of arms, are supports, also padded, on which the legs of the occupant can be comfortably hung. The height of the seat can be regulated at pleasure; so too, the back can be sloped more or less backwards and when, the legs of the 'subject' are placed on the supports, these can be opened at will thus causing the separation of the thighs.

  Facing the chair, and fastened to the front legs by a kind of socket, is a sort of St Andrew's cross, an X, provided in the middle part of the lower arms with padded supports for the knees of the 'operator'. This X can be sloped forwards as is required.

  The effect of the arrangement can be at once understood: when the girl is seated, with her legs raised and well separated, the man kneels down on the X which slopes forward and brings his mouth into a most convenient position for dealing with the treasures which are displayed before him. At the same rime a second girl, lying under the chair, with her head between the lower arms of the X, finds herself admirably placed for an attack with lips and hands on the central regions of his body.

  On the floor were numerous cushions of all sizes and colours.

  Rose moved the levers by which the action of the chair could be regulated and explained to us in detai
l the utility of the apparatus.

  'But,' said Rose in conclusion, 'no explanation is anything like so satisfactory as really experiencing what I have been describing. Which of the young ladies will first take her place on the chair?...'

  'Nora must!' decided Evelyn. 'I was the first to mount the whipping-chair. But I will take her place afterwards for I want to know everything! Oh! Uncle Jack! How exciting it all is and how delightful to know about all these things.'

  'You are not shocked, Evelyn?'

  'Of course not... Why should I be? I know that these things are not for little girls, but I am aware also that women know all about them. So nothing shocks me. And besides, it doesn't prevent us from being modest, does it?'

  'Certainly not, Evelyn. And when you and Nora are as learned as the most experienced women it doesn't follow that you need give yourselves to the first comer, eh?'

  'Oh, no indeed,' said Nora with comic dignity. Tm sure we shall be most particular!...'

  Rose laughed heartily at this, and as I was gently urging Nora towards the chair in my impatience to enjoy her charms, she took me by the arm.

  'One moment,' she said. 'If Miss Nora is wise, she will make herself quite comfortable before sitting down on the chair. There is nothing so tiresome as finding one's clothes in the way!'

  At these words Nora, who was looking at her earnestly, seemed to lose countenance.

  She turned towards me, blushing delightfully, and I could see that a kind of shy fit had come over her.

  'Nora, darling!' I said, pressing her softly in my arms. 'What is it! What's the matter?'

  'Oh Uncle Jack!' she said. "What does she mean? Does she mean that I am to undress?'

  'Yes, of course, darling, that's just what Rose means. And, indeed, it's quite necessary: it's always done, you know. It's one of the things that you have to learn and I was waiting for Rose to teach it to you.'

  'Take off my clothes!' she murmured. 'Oh, no, really I couldn't!'

  'Why not? After all that...'

  'Uncle Jack,' broke in Evelyn, 'I understand Nora. Really, she can't take off her clothes!'