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THE WHIPPING ROOM
As I love reading and re-reading vintage spanking erotica, I thought that I would post today a wonderful extract from ‘Two Flappers in Paris’ written by an anonymous author in the 1920s. The author conjures up some arousing images, which I hope you will enjoy.
In the introduction to the book, the writer begins by saying:
“I have often had occasion to visit Paris, and it is always with the greatest pleasure that I return to this delightful city, where every man can satisfy his tastes and desires, whatever they may be.”
So starts the erotic exploits of a British diplomat in Paris in the 1920s. No sooner does he arrive in Paris than he meets two young flappers (called Evelyn and Nora) and persuades them to let him ‘educate’ them in the ways of love at a high class brothel. ‘Uncle Jack,’ as the two girls call him, arranges lessons for the two young virgins in a wide range of erotic pleasures. In this extract, they are educated in the erotic pleasures of flagellation, with the aid of a young maid called Rosie.
The three coloured illustrations to be found later in this extract are by an unknown artist.
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 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 for 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 consisted, 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 as spectators. 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 feeling of shame. She cried out more loudly and her lovely face expressed 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 my 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 buttons 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 cotton, were open crotch drawers as every self-respecting flapper’s drawers should be. At the bottom of the slit, near the thighs, a little end of her 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 were tightly stretched by the jutting-out position of their sumptuous contents. 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. I hoped I would find Nora was equally dainty in her choice of underwear when her turn came to display them.
Meanwhile Rose, having found the buttons, slipped the drawers down to Evelyn’s knees, and then slowly, and with gestures which seemed almost religious, raised the fine crepe chemise and turned it up over her 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 marveland 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 life, manifesting itself in those quiverings and tremblings the mere sight of which intoxicates 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.
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 whippy 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, 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, 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? My ‘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 with 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 whippy 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 being 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 wriggling 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 how 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 cotton 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 far 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 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 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 thought as much!’ she said. ‘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 meaningful 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?’
‘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! I’m 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 (Rose’s nickname for Uncle Jack as he had shown himself capable of orgasming four times in one hour with her!). 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!
With that, Rose takes them all into another room and has Uncle Jack lie down on a bed. She then gives them a lesson in ‘male anatomy’, subsequently getting the two girls to masturbate him in a most erotic fashion.