Let us look at our heroine for a moment, as she sits alone in the peaceful English garden, awaiting the hour of ordeal. The far-darting light of the evening sun is touching the dark masses of her hair; a faint breeze stirs the folds of her light, clinging summer dress. Her hands are clasped in her lap, the dark eyelids, fringed with long upsweeping lashes, have half fallen over the lovely grey-violet eyes, her bosom rises and falls tranquilly as she gazes unseeingly towards the rich green woods whose leaves have just begun to curl themselves up at the approach of the summer night... A picture, you would say, of all that is sweetest and most ethereal in English womanhood. Ah, but what is it that causes the short, delicate upper lip to curl so charmingly? What thoughts are passing behind that pure brow? Lector, nec scire fas est omnia!
She had entered the room so quietly that he had not even heard the rustle of her cape. The cool, pleasant voice startled him.
'Get up, Richard.'
He struggled off the bed and stood before her; he saw the leather martinet doubled in her hand.
'No,' she said, as if reading his thoughts, 'you will not have the strap tonight. But do not congratulate yourself too soon, my dear. I am sparing you a strapping only so that you may make a long and thorough acquaintance with this new martinet.' She smiled, and shook out the heavy leather lashes in her hand. 'I think you will find that it is an instrument quite able to command your respect...'
Richard gazed at her and shivered. More even than her anger, he had learned to dread this pleasant, almost quizzical air; she was never, he knew, more merciless than when in such a mood. As the beautiful bare arm swung the lashes through the air again with a soft hissing sound, the muscles of his loins and thighs contracted spasmodically.
'Bend over, Richard.'
He obeyed, hardly able to control the shaking of his knees as she stepped behind him.
The first blow drew a scream from him. The rounded, tapering thongs had seemed to cut into his flesh like hot blades.
'Oh... Miss! Please - I can't - I can't bear it!'
Harriet laughed indulgently. 'Ah, you will have to bear it, Richard... You have brought this punishment on yourself, you know.' The martinet lashed him again, drawing another wild scream. 'It stings, does it not?' she said quietly. 'It has a different sting, I dare say, than the sting of your wretched desires. Keep telling yourself that this good whip is driving out those evil inclinations, and be thankful for its virtue... Straighten your knees, please! We have just begun.'
Very slowly, very methodically, the correction proceeded. He is really going to suffer tonight, she told herself, thrilling to the idea of his helplessness and her own power: ah, he will remember this evening for a long time.
Richard was indeed in such an agony as he had never known before. Accustomed heretofore to the keen but superficial smart of strap and cane, he was receiving with a terrified amazement the strokes of an instrument whose bite seemed to penetrate his entire loins, as if the thongs were literally tearing him to pieces. He tried with all his willpower to retain his bent position, to keep his knees stiff, to present his loins to his tormentress in the way to which she had so carefully trained him... But as the minutes went slowly by he found himself weakening. It was not, he realised desperately, that his resolve was giving away, it was his limbs themselves that were refusing to obey him. He found himself swaying on his feet, his legs bending, his body involuntarily swinging from side to side.
'Richard!' said Harriet in a warning tone. 'You are forgetting your lessons. Do not make me angry with you, or you will regret it.'
'I-I can't help it,' he gasped, straightening up and turning to her piteously. 'I'm trying, Miss...'
'You must try a little harder then,' she said. 'Bend over properly now, keep your knees straight, and let us have no more of this foolishness. Your knees, sir, I said! Your knees!' She lashed him smartly in the tender hollows of his knees, and with a sharp scream be straightened his legs convulsively. 'That is better,' she said. 'You will find it wiser to do as you are told. Have you not yet learned that?'
She resumed the task of discipline with an appearance of calm. But by now she was deeply stirred: the blood had mounted to her head, her mouth was dry, her breath was coming faster. With her left hand she drew the folds of her cape tightly around her hips, feeling the contact of the material against her bare flesh, stiffening her spine as if she were offering her own magnificent loins to some imaginary flagellant. She began to wield the lashes more swiftly.
But Richard had now reached the limit of his endurance. Absolutely motionless for the past five minutes, his knees locked, gritting his teeth, he had managed to maintain the required attitude. When his strength deserted him, it did so suddenly: almost before he was aware of it he found himself falling limply to the floor.
Harriet, as if balked at the last moment of some wished-for goal, gave an exclamation of rage. 'Get up!' she cried.
He struggled to his knees; but with his arms strapped behind him he found he could get no further. And then, suddenly invaded by an immense and overpowering weakness, he crumpled to the floor once again, sobbing with pain and exhaustion.
'So, you will not obey me?' said Harriet, her voice almost stifled with suppressed fury. 'So much the worse for you!'
She pulled the hood over her head; Richard, seeing the ominous gesture, gave a shriek of terror and closed his eyes. The next moment he felt the leather lashes cutting into him where he lay...
For the next minute the governess seemed possessed by a demon. Stooped over her pupil's writhing body, she plied the martinet with all her strength, bringing it down on whatever portion of his flesh presented itself; secure in the knowledge that the harness protected her victim from any injury, she was able to forget everything but her own crescendo of emotion. Under the savage blows the boy rolled and twisted helplessly on the carpet, his whole body doubling and straightening, his legs beating the floor, his pain and terror released in sounds like the insensate howling of an animal... Then all at once the tall caped figure drew away from him; the martinet dropped from a nerveless hand; the whole superb body, swaying and supporting itself against a heavy armchair, began to tremble, as long shudders passed through it from head to foot. A great breath, half sob, half groan, burst from her breast, and prolonged itself slowly into a profound and quivering sigh. She dropped into the chair, her hands pressed to her bosom, and remained there for a full half minute, breathing deeply.
Through the half darkness of the room, as if from far away, Richard's voice sounded, faint and almost strangled with sobs. 'Miss... Oh Miss - is it all over - now?'
'Yes,' said Harriet softly. 'It is all over, Richard.'
She rose and bent over him, unfastening his arms. 'Get up now and come over here.' she said.
With the release of his limbs, and hearing Harriet's tone of tenderness, he felt his fear passing away like a black cloud before a fresh and healing breeze. But more than this, added to his relief like some priceless pendant, he had heard a new note in his governess' voice, something carrying a different message than any ever before conveyed to him, a vibration in which he sensed the expression of a love deeper than any she had hitherto avowed, and with which was mingled the suggestion of some mysterious acknowledgement, of some gratitude... As she drew him gently onto her lap, he laid his head against her shoulder, and then, raising his lips to her ear, whispered through the folds of the little hood which still confined her hair, 'Oh Miss, Miss. I love you, I love you...'
Harriet tightened the embrace of her arm around the naked boy; in the darkness, her own lips, so recently curled and drawn back in all the ferocity of her ardour, trembled slightly. 'Yes,' she said, in a voice which she strove to render calm.
'I am afraid you care for me only too much, and in a way which I must condemn...' She felt the sudden throb which answered the pressure of her hand. 'Richard,' she said in a tone of warning.
He was seized by an uncontrollable trembling, filled once more with that mingled emotion of terror and
desire; but it was the latter, now, that dwarfed the former into nothingness. 'Oh Miss,' he whispered, 'I can't help it... Please, please don't be angry with me!'
Harriet drew a deep breath; but when she spoke her tone was calm and even. 'Get up now, take off your harness and go to bed,' she said.
She remained seated while he obeyed. The room was now almost dark; outside, the moon had risen above the treetops and was penetrating faintly through the curtains.
Lying on his back, the coverlet pulled up to his chin, Richard watched the tall, silent figure in the chair. Then he saw her rise, and standing erect, draw the hood from her head; he saw the bare arm raised to her throat - and the next moment, with a splendid movement of the beautiful shoulders, the long cape was slipped off and fell on the chair behind her. Harriet was absolutely nude.
She stood for a moment in the centre of the room, presenting to the boy on the bed a vision of such beauty that he was breathless with ecstasy; then she advanced slowly. He could see her face now in the semi-darkness, grave and intent; but he had no eyes for anything but this magnificent body which swam before him like that of some antique deity.
With a deliberate gesture she drew the coverlet aside, and sat down beside him on the bed. Once again, he felt the intoxicating pressure of her hand.
The two nude figures, shadowy and indistinct in the dark bedroom, remained thus for a few instants; a shaft of moonlight, peering through the narrow opening in the curtains, fell on the motionless white bodies, illuminating them like marble, turning them to a statuary group at once tender and pagan, a piece of sculpture in which was symbolised but one more variant of the ineffable aspiration of mankind, but one more aspect of that divine and multiform Eros who can do no wrong...
Her hands began to move slowly, slowly, etching on the boy's affections a message never to be forgotten, a sensual memory, a type and pattern of voluptuousness to which he might turn back with longing for the rest of his life, as if it were the indelible imprint of herself... She leaned over and joined her parted lips to his, receiving like a viaticum the breath of his young rapture.
Flossie
My intercourse with the tenants of the flat became daily more intimate and more frequent. My love for Flossie grew intensely deep and strong as opportunities increased for observing the rare sweetness and amiability of her character, and the charm which breathed like a spell over everything she said and did. At one moment, so great was her tact and so keen her judgment, I would find myself consulting her on a knotty point with a certainty of getting sound advice; at another the child in her would suddenly break out and she would romp and would play about like the veriest kitten. Then there would be yet another reaction, and without a word of warning, she would become amorous and caressing and seizing upon her favourite plaything, would push it into her mouth and suck it in a perfect frenzy of erotic passion. It is hardly necessary to say that these contrasts of mood lent an infinite zest to our liaison and I had almost ceased to long for its more perfect consummation. But one warm June evening, allusion was again made to the subject by Flossie, who repeated her sorrow for the deprivation she declared I must be feeling so greatly.
I assured her that it was not so.
'Well, Jack, if you aren't, I am,' she cried. 'And what is more there is someone else who is "considerably likewise" as our old gardener used to say.'
'What do you mean, child?'
She darted into the next room and came back almost directly.
'Sit down there and listen to me. In that room, lying asleep on her bed, is the person whom, after you, I love best in the world. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her, and I'm sure you'd believe this when I tell you that I am going to beg you on my knees, to go in there and do to Eva what my promise to her prevents me from letting you do to me. Now, Jack, I know you love me and you know dearly I love you. Nothing can alter that. Well, Jack, if you will go into Eva, gamahuche her well and let her gamahuche you (she adores it), and then have her thoroughly and in all positions - I shall simply love you a thousand times better than ever.'
'But Flossie, my darling, Eva doesn't—'
'Oh, doesn't she! Wait till you get between her legs, and see! Come along: I'll just put you inside the room and then leave you. She is lying outside her bed for coolness - on her side. Lie down quietly behind her. She will be almost sure to think it's me, and perhaps you will hear - something interesting. Quick's the word! Come!'
The sight which met my eyes on entering Eva's bedroom was enough to take one's breath away. She lay on her side, with her face towards the door, stark naked, and fast asleep. I crept noiselessly towards her and gazed upon her glorious nudity in speechless delight. Her dark hair fell in a cloud about her white shoulders. Her fine face was slightly flushed, the full red lips a little parted. Below, the gleaming breasts caught the light from the shaded lamp at her bedside, the pink nipples rising and falling to the time of her quiet breathing. One fair round arm was behind her head, the other lay along the exquisitely turned thigh. The good St Anthony might have been pardoned for owning himself defeated by such a picture!
As is usual with a sleeping person who is being looked at, Eva stirred a little, and her lips opened as if to speak. I moved on tiptoe to the other side of the bed, and stripping myself naked, lay down beside her.
Then, without turning round, a sleepy voice said, 'Ah, Flossie, are you there? What have you done with Jack? (a pause). When are you going to lend him to me for a night, Flossie? I wish I'd got him here now, between my legs - betwe-e-e-n m-y-y-y le-egs! Oh dear! how randy I do feel tonight. When I do have Jack for a night, Flossie, may I take his prick in my mouth before we do the other thing? Flossie - Flossee - why don't you answer? Little darling! I expect she's tired out, and no wonder! Well, I suppose I'd better put something on me and go to sleep too!'
As she raised herself from the pillow, her hand came in contact with my person.
'Angels and Ministers of Grace defend us! What's this? You, Jack! And you've heard what I've been saying?'
'I'm afraid I have, Eva.'
'Well, it doesn't matter: I meant it all, and more besides! Now before I do anything else I simply must run in and kiss that darling Floss for sending you to me. It is just like her, and I can't say anything stronger than that!'
'Jack,' she said on coming back to the room. 'I warn you that you are going to have a stormy night. In the matter of love, I've gone starving for many months. Tonight I'm fairly roused, and when in that state, I believe I am about the most erotic bed-fellow to be found anywhere. Flossie has given me leave to say and do anything and everything to you, and I mean to use the permission for all its worth. Flossie tells me that you are an absolutely perfect gamahucher. Now I adore being gamahuched. Will you do that for me, Jack?'
'My dear girl, I should rather think so!'
'Good! But it is not to be all on one side. I shall gamahuche you, too, and you will have to own that I know something of the art. Another thing you may perhaps like to try is what the French call "Fouterie aux seins".'
'I know all about it, and if I may insert monsieur Jacques between those magnificent breasts of yours, I shall die of the pleasure.'
'Good again. Now we come to the legitimate drama, from which you and Floss have so nobly abstained. I desire to be thoroughly and comprehensively fucked tonight - sorry to have the use the word, Jack, but it is the only one that expresses my meaning.'
'Don't apologise, dear. Under present circumstances all words are allowable.'
'Glad to hear you say that, because it makes conversation so much easier. Now let me take hold of your prick, and frig it a little, so that I may judge what size it attains in full erection. So! he's a fine boy, and I think he will fit my cunt to a turn. I must kiss his pretty head, it looks so tempting. Ah! delicious! See here Jack, I will lie back with my head on the pillow, and you shall just come and kneel over me and have me in the mouth. Push away gaily, just as if you were fucking me, and when you are going to spend, slip one hand under m
y neck and drive your prick down my throat, and do not dare to withdraw it until I have received all you have to give me. Sit upon my chest first for a minute and let me tickle your prick with the nipples of my breasts. Is that nice? Ah! I knew you would like it! Now kneel up to my face, and I will suck you.'
With eagerly pouting lips and clutching fingers, she seized upon my straining yard, and pressed it into her soft mouth. Arrived there, it was saluted by the velvet tongue which twined itself about the nut in a thousand lascivious motions.
Mindful of Eva's instructions, I began to work the instrument as if it was in another place. At once she laid her hands upon my buttocks and regulated the time of my movements, assisting them by a corresponding action of her head. Once, owing to carelessness on my part, her lips lost their hold altogether; with a little cry, she caught my prick in her fingers and in an instant, it was again between her lips and revelling in the adorable pleasure of their sucking.
A moment later and my hands were under her neck, for the signal, and my very soul seemed to be exhaled from me in response to the clinging of her mouth as she felt my prick throb with the passage of love's torment.
After a minute's rest, and a word of gratitude for the transcendent pleasure she had given me, I began a tour of kisses over the enchanting regions which lay between her neck and her knees, ending with a protracted sojourn in the most charming spot of all. As I approached this last, she said:
'Please to begin by passing your tongue slowly round the edges of the lips, then thrust it into the lower part at full length and keep it there working it in and out for a little. Then move it gradually up to the top and when there, press your tongue firmly against my clitoris a minute or so. Next take the clitoris between your lips and suck it furiously, bite it gently, and slip the point of your tongue underneath it. When I have spent twice, which I am sure to do in the first three minutes, get up and lie between my legs, drive the whole of your tongue into my mouth, and the whole of your prick into my cunt, and fuck me with all your might and main!'
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