'What on earth do you mean, an argument with yourself about my mouth?'
'Well, it was like this. At first I said to myself, it's too small, and then I said, no, it might be a tight fit, but it could be done. And the argument went on, until finally it got so hot it had to be decided definitely one way or the other, and so... and so...'
'And so I got fucked in the mouth to settle it. Very well, Your Highness, shall we retire now, or is there any other way I can serve you?'
'Well, if it's not putting too much of a strain on your hospitality, I'd greatly appreciate a shot of brandy!'
I rang for the maid. After a long wait, she shuffled to the door half-asleep, took the order, and was back again in five minutes with the liquor. When this was consumed, we turned out the light and again composed ourselves for sleep.
When I finally awoke it was late noon and the echoes of some of these lurid dreams were still reverberating through my brain. I felt wet and sticky between the legs and my clitoris was in erection. When I had got my confused thoughts in order and separated the real from the unreal, I sat up in bed and glanced at my companion.
He was sleeping soundly and quietly on his back, his curly head high on the pillow, lips slightly parted over white even teeth. He had thrown the blankets aside and was covered only by a sheet. I glanced downward over the recumbent form. Halfway down its length the sheet rose sharply, projected upward in the form of a little tent. As I fixed my eyes on this significant pinnaclelike projection, I saw that it was jerking sharply at short intervals.
I lifted the sheet without disturbing him. That indefatigable, tireless cock was standing upright, as firm and rigid as a bar of iron. White and graceful the stout column rose from the profusion of dark and tangled curls at its base, its plum-coloured head half-hidden, half-revealed under its natural envelope of satiny skin.
Still holding the sheet up, I looked at his face. It was in the peaceful repose of sound sleep. I thought of my curious dreams and wondered if he too was experiencing rare delights with some nebulous shadowland houri; maybe, even be was dreaming of me!
The thought set me aquiver. Softly I drew the sheet aside. I extended my hand, my fingers closed cautiously around the pulsing column. For a moment I was content to hold it thus, then, watching his face carefully for signs of awakening, I moved my hand up and down, slowly, gently, so that the silken foreskin closed over the scarlet head and then, receding downward, revealed it in its stark-nakedness.
Twice, thrice, I moved it so, pausing after each movement to see whether it was going to awaken him. At the fourth and fifth movement he stirred uneasily, murmuring some incoherent word. I waited, motionless, until his even breathing assured me that he was still deep in slumber, and began again.
'When he wakes up,' I thought, 'I'll make him tell me what he was dreaming about that made his thing hard this way.'
My wrist slid downward, the white elastic skin descended, and again the scarlet head protruded nakedly. As I paused, holding it in this position, I saw a round, glistening drop of limpid transparency emerged slowly from the orifice at the tip.
As I observed this natural reaction to my manipulations a wave of lewdness swept over me, and in an instant I was in a state of passion bordering on nymphomania, dominated by but one thought, one driving desire, and that was to feel the rigid, pulsating thing plunging in my mouth, to suck it and lick it until the spurting essence brought relief to the frenzy which now possessed me.
I literally flung myself upon it, indifferent now as to whether he was awake or asleep, and engulfed the ruby head within the circle of my lips. In a regular fury of lust I sucked and licked and bobbed my head up and down to approximate the motions of ordinary fucking.
Of course, this violent disturbance aroused my companion instantly, but I was too engrossed in my own passion to be hardly more than aware that he was sitting up in bed, and that his hands were clasping my face as though to guide the movements of my bobbing head.
Indifferent to all else I sought to force the living fountain between my lips to pour out its elixir as quickly as possible. Instinctively I knew that when it spurted forth, my own organism would yield in harmony. It was trembling now in that delicious borderland of anticipation, and needed but the final inspiration to precipitate its own shower of lust.
Between my thrusting, encircled lips the muscular flesh seemed suddenly to grow more taut. It held so for a second, and then with mighty convulsions poured out its tribute, wave on wave of hot, pungent ambrosia. Gasping, choking with the deluge which threatened to strangle me, I writhed in the ecstasies of orgasm which came upon me in the same moment.
The reaction to this furious excess was a spell of enervating lassitude. As I came out of it and my chaotic thought took on a semblance of order, I was filled with amazement at the demoniacal frenzy which had taken possession of me. Next came the thought of what had become of the spurting jets that indomitable geyser had poured out. The odd, pungent taste was still in my mouth, but I recalled that I had almost choked with the quantity that had flooded it. When he had assaulted me the night before I had spat most of it out, though I had been forced to swallow some. I glanced at the bed to see if, unconsciously, I had ejected it. The bed was dry and clean. Seemingly, it had all gone down my throat.
I remembered the absurd story he had told me about the French girl.
'Well,' I observed, 'if it's true a girl can get a baby by swallowing that stuff, I guess I'm going to have one.'
The English Governess
With the month of June the full heat of summer descended on London. The dusty streets, now almost empty, baked in the glare of sunlight, and the air was parched and quivering; in Great Portland Street the few trees supplied only the scantiest shade.
The interior of Mr Lovel's sombre house had become metamorphosed by the clear, searching light which penetrated into corners and recesses; the shadows of winter, which had seemed so native to these large dark rooms, were entirely dispelled; the house, indeed, seemed to have a rather uncomfortable air, as if light and sunshine had really no business in it. Even the schoolroom had taken on a new aspect: the furniture of walnut and old oak had lost its grim and surly character, and the funeral black leather armchair, on which Richard had had so often to kneel, his loins bared to receive the cane or ruler at the hands of his strict governess, had an air of dullness and respectability.
The boy had just passed his sixteenth birthday. During the winter he had grown taller and gained some weight; but it was noticeable that the effeminacy of his appearance had increased also. Moreover, if his figure was still slim, his thighs and loins had taken on a further breadth, an amplitude which was emphasised by the close fit of the Eton jacket and trousers be still wore.
Since Harriet Marwood had definitively adopted the method of corporal punishment to bring him to her idea of perfection, - the end to which she was entirely devoted - scarcely a day had gone by without her having had recourse to the whip. His education in the matter of discipline had indeed progressed remarkably: by now, like any other English boy under the authority of a governess, he had learned to resign all judgment on his conduct to his instructress; and he had learned to suffer the most vigorous flogging without protest. Nor was this all. At least one evening every fortnight, strapped to his bed, he was made to endure the protracted torment of a triple correction with strap, birch and cane. These important occasions, however, were no longer announced to him beforehand by the sagacious Miss Marwood: so that for three or four nights a week the boy could not be sure what her nightly visit portended, the rapture of an evening kiss or the ordeal of a special punishment - and uncertainty which was only resolved, at the last moment, by her appearing either fully clothed and with an affectionate smile on her lips, or in her long hooded cape, bare-armed and with the terrible strap in her hand. Thus, his anticipations and even his emotions of pleasure and pain were confounded in a single framework of exquisite tension.
By such treatment he had been brought to an ext
raordinary height of sensitivity, and also, it must be admitted, of sensuality. Living in a state of constant nervous trepidation, at the mercy of all the whims of his instructress, he had come to entertain a highly ambiguous attitude towards her. He feared her and he loved her, but his love was as yet almost entirely sensual. Her hold on him was through the flesh; and it was maintained and increased by the bestowal of the exact contrary of caresses.
As for Harriet herself, her temperament seemed to find full satisfaction in the imposition of such a regime. Why, or how, we do not know. To bring a beaten and degraded look into a boy's face, to rend self-respect out of him in fear, is a sight not especially relished by the ordinary woman. But Harriet Marwood, whatever she was, was not an ordinary woman.
She had said to him one day, 'Richard, I wish you to be in my hands perinde ac cadaver, - "like a dead body." That is the motto of the Jesuit Fathers, and it will be yours, too. And to bring you to that condition, I shall not cease chastising and shaming you in every way. In time, you will be grateful to me... for it is only in subjection that a boy such as you are can ever know true happiness.'
He did not understand her words; but he was as if hypnotised by her, and accepted all she did without question. As for even dreaming of complaining to his father, that idea was farther than ever from his intention. Harriet herself had entire confidence in her pupil on this latter point, but nevertheless she was sometimes uneasy concerning Mr Lovel's own possible perception of what was being done to his son. The man of business rarely set foot in the schoolroom; he saw little of Richard, but nonetheless he noticed him, and it happened that he found the boy's appearance marked by fatigue and melancholy.
'Upon my word, it's simply extraordinary!' he said to Harriet one day. 'What do you make of it, Miss Marwood? Here is a boy who, from what he tells me, simply adores you. He has you constantly with him, he lacks for nothing, you tell me he sleeps and eats well, and I can see for myself his schoolwork is tremendously improved - and yet, and yet - what's the matter with him? Why has he that wretched, moon-struck air? And why is he so sensitive that when I press him about it - as I did only yesterday - he is almost ready to turn on the water-works?'
Harriet remained perfectly calm. 'Richard is a boy of a very delicate nature, sir,' she replied. 'In fact he is so exquisitely sensitive that even yet the slightest reprimand leaves its mark on him for days. As it happened, you were questioning him just a few minutes after I myself had given him a light rebuke. That is the explanation for his nervousness, which is ready to find its outlet in tears.'
Mr Lovel looked at her in admiration. 'How well you understand him!' exclaimed the worthy man.
And one day, soon after this conversation, Harriet saw fit to further improve her position with her employer.
'It is now midsummer, sir,' she said. 'Living in town, in this heat, is not good for a boy of Richard's age and delicacy of temperament. We ought really to go to the country for a month or two. Did you not tell me, sir, that you had a small property somewhere in the country?'
'In Hampshire? Of course!' exclaimed Mr Lovel. 'In fact, why don't you go down to Christchurch with Richard? That will do him a world of good, upon my word! Exactly, Christchurch. An excellent idea, don't you think?'
Harriet cloaked a smile of triumph. When she broke the news to Richard, he too seemed deeply moved.
'We will go to Christchurch together,' she said. 'Down there, I shall have you under my authority even more firmly than here. I will make you a well trained boy indeed, Richard!' She looked at him affectionately. 'Well, are you glad to be going down to the country with me? To live there with me, just the two of us alone?'
'Yes! Oh yes, Miss!' he breathed.
She took him in her arms and kissed him with such warmth that his head reeled.
Mr Lovel wrote to the old couple whom he employed as caretakers of his house at Christchurch; and in a few days Harriet and her pupil were ready to set out.
She packed the boy's trunk with him; and she also made him carry a parcel containing the ruler and a new rattan: the first cane had long since been worn out, and already at least a half-dozen had succeeded it in turn.
'I think,' said Harriet with a kind of bantering gaiety, 'that we shall be able to find in Christchurch everything necessary to whip you with, but it is better to be on the safe side. I have packed my strap, and I may need the cane as soon as we arrive. On the way down, my voice and hand should be enough to keep you in order...'
The trip passed without incident, except that Richard leaned out of the train window and caught a cinder in his eye, and the governess declared, in the presence of two very elegant women in the same compartment, that he was a foolish boy and would be soundly thrashed for his imprudence as soon as they arrived at their destination. This announcement had the immediate effect of gaining the favourable notice of the two ladies who, extremely distant heretofore, at once entered into conversation with Miss Marwood without deigning to acknowledge any further the existence of her companion.
They arrived at Christchurch in the evening. Mr Lovel's house was situated a little beyond the outskirts of the town, in the middle of the country and not far from the Stour, the pretty river which flows into the Avon a short distance further on. The old caretaker was waiting for them at the station; Harriet left him to see to their luggage, and set out at once with her pupil in a hired fly.
As soon as they arrived she summoned Molly, the caretaker's wife, and gave her instructions in her duties. The governess had already planned their life in the country, and she now organised matters accordingly. Molly was to do the housework in the early morning and prepare the breakfast, and neither she nor her husband were to set foot in the house at any other time of the day. The old couple occupied the small lodge at the entrance to the grounds, and thus had no further business in the house itself. A caterer in the town was engaged to bring the meals twice a day; Harriet would simply plan the menu and leave her instructions. In this way she and Richard would be always alone and undisturbed.
While waiting for their luggage to arrive, the governess and pupil went on a tour of inspection of their new home, as pleased with it as if they were a newly wedded couple.
The house, standing in the midst of heavily wooded grounds encircled by a high brick wall, enjoyed the greatest seclusion and privacy. At the end of the garden the wall was pierced by a small door which led to the park itself, a pretty stretch of woods made up mainly of oak, ash and birch. From the lawn behind the house, where she was standing with Richard looking at the trees, Harriet observed the white satiny trunks of the birch-trees, and pointed them out to her pupil.
'See,' she said, with a little laugh in her throat, putting her arm around him, 'at least we shall not lack for rods!'
He sighed: it might have been a sigh of trepidation or of pleasure. He was still suffering from the cinder which had lodged in his eye, and he had not forgotten the promise which Harriet had given him in the train.
After the trunks had arrived, and under Harriet's superintendence, the clothes had been unfolded, shaken out and hung up; and the linen unpacked and laid out in the drawers, there was still a good half-hour before dinner.
'Now let us look at that eye of yours,' said Harriet, drawing Richard to the window of her own room.
She explored the under side of the eyelid, and after patient effort succeeded in removing the unlucky cinder; when this was accomplished, she bathed the eye carefully, and then, having dried his cheek with her own handkerchief, she murmured with a smile, 'But after all, I might have saved myself the trouble of bathing your eyes, since you will be shedding tears in a few minutes...'
He raised to her a glance full of anguish and appeal.
'Have you forgotten what I promised you in the train?' she said pleasantly. 'Your imprudence deserves a sound whipping, and naturally you are going to get one.' She looked around her thoughtfully. The cane and ruler were already unpacked and lying on the massive mahogany table placed in the middle of the comfortab
le old-fashioned room. 'Unless you are fastened to my bed,' she resumed, 'I can hardly see how to place you so I can whip you properly... No, wait: you will lean over this table and hold on to the far edge with your hands. That is the best way.'
He obeyed, whimpering; but when he was standing in front of the table, stripped to his shirt, he looked at Harriet pleadingly. 'Miss, please! I've never travelled on a train before... I didn't know—'
'That is doubtless an extenuating circumstance,' she replied. 'But simple common sense should have told you one does not lean out of railway coaches... Bend over at once, sir -very good. Now reach out and hold on to this edge. Excellent!' She stepped back and surveyed him with satisfaction. 'Suppose, Richard, that at the moment you put your head out, the train was entering a tunnel! You would have been decapitated, my boy - just like that. The correction I am going to give you may serve to put a little sense in your head for the future. It seems indeed, Richard, that the whip is the only language you understand...'
During this brief lecture she had raised his shirt above his shoulders, and emphasised her remarks with a few ringing slaps which made his flesh shake and quiver. Then, picking up the cane, she proceeded to flog him vigorously for almost five minutes. He wept and writhed, but took good care not to release his hold on the table.
'Very well Richard,' she said at last, laying down the cane. 'You may get up now. And now come here and kiss me, and promise to be more sensible in future.'
His face still bathed in tears, he kissed her smiling mouth as she had ordered, feeling the same disturbance he always felt in bestowing this salute - this kiss which was, in fact, designed at once as a stimulus to his adolescent sensuality and as a last refinement of humiliation.
His rooms adjoined hers, and Harriet took care that the door between them should remain open at night.
One evening, a few days after their arrival, she said to him, 'I hear you stirring in your bed a good deal, Richard. You toss and turn and fidget. Are you sure you are behaving yourself?'
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