THE PEARL,
A Journal of Facetiζ and Voluptuous
Reading.
No. 7 PUBLISHED MONTHLY. Jan, 1880
SUB-UMBRA, OR SPORT AMONG THE SHE-NOODLES.
(Continued.)
In the morning, papa and mama had scarcely slept off the effects of the sleeping
dose they had imbibed from the brandy flask of their dutiful son, and lay abed very
late, in fact, almost to luncheon time; meanwhile, we, the younger members of the
family, had privately agreed upon a plan of amusement for the afternoon and
evening.
Finding that two pretty young girls of fourteen and fifteen were living close by,
with an invalid mother, whilst their brother was away, being a Midshipman in the
Royal Navy, I proposed that Annie should send the Misses Bruce an invitation to
spend the afternoon with us, en famille, without the least ceremony, and join us in an
alfresco tea party at a little hut in the woods, which formed part of my uncle's estate.
At luncheon we informed the governor of what we had done and hoped that both
he and mama would join in our outdoor party in the woods.
"No thank you, my dears, we are too much afraid of the damp grass and
rheumatics. Besides, we have not yet gotten over the fatigue of yesterday. We will
stay quietly at home and hope you may enjoy yourselves thoroughly, as we should
do if we were younger," replied the jolly, kind-hearted old gentleman.
This was exactly what we had wished for and expected; so Frank and Annie at
once sent off the servants with every requisite for our open-air tea party.
About three o'clock, the two young ladies arrived, and as all were ready, we at
once set off for the scene of our anticipated fun, which was a rough bower covered
with flowering honeysuckle and clematis, at the end of a long, shady, private walk,
more than half-a-mile from the house.
Frank and myself particularly attached ourselves to the two fresh young ladies as
being the greatest strangers, and therefore justly expectant of the most attention.
Emily Bruce, the eldest, was a charming dark-eyed brunette, her rather large
mouth having a fascinating effect as you regarded her. In fact, such a display of
pearly white teeth, I never saw before, and the very thought that they might perhaps
be soon employed in love bites on my tender-headed prick filled me with maddening
lust to possess myself of their owner.
Nor was her sister, Louisa, a bit less prepossessing, she being almost the
counterpart of Emily, except that one could easily see there was a slight difference in
age.
Arrived at the bower, the servants were at once sent home, being told that they
could clear away the things next morning, as it would be too late for them to return
in the evening, and at the same time, without asking the consent of her young
friends, dear Annie scribbled a pencil note to their mama, to say that if they at all
were late, she would insist upon them staying with her all night, and not to make
herself at all anxious on their behalf - this was quietly sent off by one of the
servants.
As soon as we were alone, Frank and I, uncorking the champagne, lighted our
cigars, and saying that the sun was still too warm for outdoor romping, pressed the
girls to try some very mild cigarettes of Turkish tobacco.
At last Annie and Rosa set the example by lighting up, and were at once
laughingly followed by the others. Our two young friends protested they never took
wine. Still, they evidently sipped it with great delight, and we bantered them upon
being so tied to their mother's apron strings, etc., till they began to be quite free as
my cousins and Rosa.
We had a good stock of fizz, besides sandwiches and cake, so that no one
seemed at all anxious to take the trouble of tea-making.
Still we were careful that only enough should be taken to warm our friends up to
a slightly excitable state, in fact, just to induce that state of all-overishness, which
tingles through a young girl's sensitive frame when she feels the first vibrations of
amorous desires, which she can as yet hardly understand.
Their sparkling eyes, slightly flushed faces and above all, the dazzling beauties
of their teeth, as they indulged in gay laughter at our badinage, set all of us aflame. I
could see that Rosa and my cousins were longing to help in enjoying these innocent
and ravishing young girls.
Now a game of hunt the slipper was proposed, and we at once joined to the soft,
mossy green sward, outside the bower. This was a most delicious and excitable
romp.
Whenever it came our turns, Frank and myself indulged in all kinds of quick and
startling touches, which made the two little dears blush up to their eyes at first, and
when we managed to catch one of them with the slipper we claimed a hearty kiss as
penalty, which they submitted to with tolerable grace, yet evidently in a state of great
excitement, it was all so new to them. We finished the game, had a little more
champagne, then proposed a game of hide and seek in the wood, with the reservation
that no one was to go too far off.
We were to be in pairs, I chose Emily, and Frank took Louisa. Polly and Sophie
went together, whilst Annie and Rosa had to search for us when we called out.
It so happened that there was an old sand pit close by, in which several years
before Master Frank had amused himself by making a Robinson Crusoe's cave, and
planted bushes in front of it, so that the entrance was perfectly out of sight, and no
one would fancy anyone could be screened by the small amount of cover which
seemed to grow on the side of the pit; this was just the place for our purpose, and it
had been beforehand arranged that we were not to be found for a long time. Gliding
into the cave Frank let fall the old curtain that hung at the entrance, and we were at
once in the dark, the place was large enough for us all to sit together on a heap of
fine soft sand at the further end.
"What a dear girl you are!" I whispered in Emily's ear, as I took a kiss in the
dark, and drew her trembling body quite close by an arm around her waist.
"Pray don't," she whispered in return, "if you do not keep quiet I won't stop in
this dark place."
"Don't say so, it would be cruel, especially if you knew all I feel towards you,
Emily dear. I must call you Emily, yes, and kiss you again and again; I love you so,
your breath is so fragrant, what are you afraid of, there's nothing to fear among
friends, darling," I whispered, kissing my partner rapturously.
"Oh, ah, you take my breath away Walter, I'm so unused to such goings on. Oh,
fie, sir, for shame, you make me feel all of a tremble, you take such liberties!" as I
was working one hand inside the bosom of her dress, and getting possession of two
hard round bubbies which throbbed with emotion under my loving caresses.
"It's all love, darling, and no one can see, can't you hear how Frank and Louisa
are kissing; is it not delicious to think they are doing the same, and will be sure to
keep our secret?"
A deep sigh was my only answer, and again our lips met in a long luscious kiss.
My tongue was thrust into her mouth, and tickled the tip of her own velvety organ of
speech. I could feel the nipples of her virgin bosom stick out as stiff as little cocks
and whispered to her to allow me to kiss them.
"I can refuse you nothing," she whispered; "you are such a bold lover. I'm all in
flame from head to foot at the numberless liberties you are taking with me. Ah, if
mama only knew," she sighed, as I was now sucking her titties, and running my
disengaged hand up her thighs; they were nipped tightly together, but gradually
relaxed under the gentle pressure of my hand, till I actually got possession of her
cunny, which I could feel was slightly covered with soft downy hair, and soon began
to frig her gently with my forefinger. How the dear girl wriggled under this double
excitement, and I could feel one of her hands groping outside my trousers over my
bursting prick to return the pleasure I was giving her. One by one she unfastened the
buttons, then her soft delicate hand soon had possession of my stiff affair, naked and
palpitating with unsatisfied desire.
"Ah," she whispered, "I am satisfied at last! we had a servant at home, a few
months ago, who slept in our room, and used to tickle and play with us so, She told
us that men had a long thing as hard as iron, which they pleased the ladies by
shoving up their bellies, and that was how the babies were made. Do you believe it?
She was always shoving her fingers into us as you are doing to me now, and - and -
and," here she hesitated and seemed to shudder with delight, just as I spent all over
her hand, and I could also feel her spendings come in a warm gush over my fingers.
It was delicious. Her hand first held tight the top of my throbbing prick, then gently
worked up and down the shaft, lubricated by my spendings. It was indeed a
voluptuous treat; I begged her to thrust her tongue into my mouth, and we continued
the mutual frigging till she almost fainted away in her ecstasy.
Slightly recovering, I asked her what it was she was going to tell me about the
maid servant, when she hesitated.
"Do, dearest, tell me everything," I implored, in a loving whisper. "We are now
without reserve to each other; you can have no secrets from your loving Walter."
"It was so funny, I don't know how she could do it, but Mary was so fond of
sucking and kissing us where you have your hand, dearest," she replied, "but it was
so nice you can't imagine how we enjoyed having her do it to us."
"My love, my Emily, let me kiss you now, and it would be sublime if you would
kiss me. I long to feel the love bites of your beautiful teeth in my
Cupid's Dart.
Frank and Louisa are too busy to notice what we do," I whispered in her ear, as I
inclined the willing girl backwards on the soft pillow of sand, and reversing my
position, we laid at full length, side by side, both of us eager as possible for the
game; my head was buried between her loving thighs, with which she pressed me
most amorously, as my tongue was inserted in her loving slit; this was a fine
gamahuche. I stirred up all the lasciviousness of her ardent temperament till she
screamed with delight, and caused Frank and Louisa to enquire what we were doing,
but we made no reply. She sucked my delighted prick, handled and kissed my balls,
till I spent in her mouth, as her teeth were lovingly biting the head of my penis. She
sucked it all down, whilst I repaid her loving attentions to the best of my ability with
my own active tongue.
As soon as it was over, I took Emily by the hand, and we groped towards our
companions, who, I found, were equally busy as we had been. Frank thoroughly
understood my attention; we all got together, and joined in a grope of cocks and
cunnies without the least restraint, till suddenly the curtain was pulled down, and we
heard the laughing voices of Rosa and Annie, as they exclaimed, "See, here they are.
What are these rude boys doing to you young ladies?"
Emily and Louisa were covered with confusion, but the girls lovingly assured
them they would keep the secret, and introduce them to more fun after they had
retired to bed, as it was now getting late, and we must all return to the house.
As I have before observed, the wing of the mansion in which we all slept was
quite apart from the other wing in which papa, mama, and the servants were located,
so as soon as we had retired, Frank and myself joined the girls in their room, or
rather rooms, for they occupied two. The Miss Bruces blushed crimson at seeing us
only in our shirts, especially as one was seated on the pot de chambre, whilst the
other was exhibiting her charms to my inquisitive cousins before a cheval glass.
"All right," exclaimed Annie, "my dears, everything is free between us and the
boys, but we mean to punish you for allowing the impudent fellows to presume upon
such liberties with you in the cave. Your bottoms shall smart, young ladies, I can
assure you," as she produced a couple of light birch rods from a drawer; in fact, I had
provided them for her, the idea having been suggested to me by reading a book
called
The Romance of Lust.
A fine large bed stood by the wall, facing another at the end of the room, but our
programme only required one couch. Annie and Rosa were determined to have their
enjoyment now; everyone was ordered to strip off shirt or chemise, then I horsed
Emily on my back whilst Frank did the same by her sister.
Sophie and Polly were entrusted with the rods, and gaily switched us and our
riders' bottoms as we trotted round the room, the sisters hardly knowing whether to
laugh or cry, when a more stinging cut than usual made them cry for mercy; our
pricks were as rampant as possible, and we were not in need of any extra stimulation;
still the girls were very hard on our rumps, although not quite so severe with the
sisters. The darling Emily had so twined her legs round me as I held them close
under my armpits that her pretty feet in their bewitching little slippers were frigging
my cock between them most deliciously.
The sight of our red smarting bottoms and bursting pricks was too much for
Annie and Rosa, and they were inflamed by lust, so throwing themselves backward
on the bed, with their legs wide open and feet resting on the floor, the two dear girls
presented their quims to our charge, as with both hands they held open the lips of
their delicious cunts, inviting our eager cocks to come on. We charged them at once,
under the impulsive urging of the rods, gave a few delightful fucking motions, then
withdrew and trotted round the room again, this we constantly repeated to prolong
our enjoyment, till at last the dear girls could stand it no longer, their arms clasped us
firmly, whilst the rods cut away with extra force to make us complete their pleasure;
it was a most luxurious finish, we all spent with screams of delight, and lay for a few
moments in a delicious state of lethargic exhaustion till we awoke to find Sophie,
Polly, Emily, and Louisa all rolling on the floor in the delights of gamahuching.
After this the two dear girls begged, with tears in their eyes, that Frank and
Walter would make women of them, so that they might really taste the wildest
delights of love.
"Then, dears," said Rosa, with a sly laugh, "you must kiss them, and make their
exhausted cocks stiff again, and then we will lend the two boys to you."
We sat on the bed by the side of our late fucking partners, who we kissed,
fondled and frigged, whilst Emily and Louisa, kneeling between our knees, sucked
our pricks up to standing point, as their hands drew back our foreskins or played with
our balls.
Stiff and rampant as we were we entreated them to go on for a little longer, till
feeling ourselves almost at spending point, Polly and Sophie arranged two bolsters
and some pillows on the floor in the most advantageous manner, the sisters were
each placed with two pillows under their bottoms, whilst their heads rested on the
bolsters. Annie and Rosa then conducted us to the victims, who impatiently awaited
their immolation to the god of love with open legs and longing cunts. The two
mistresses of the ceremonies took our pricks in hand, and directed them to the path
of bliss. Emily was my partner again; she threw her legs over my back and heaved
up to meet the fatal thrust which was to be the death of her troublesome virginity. I
had no time to see how the others progressed, but heard a smothered shriek of agony
from Louisa, as no doubt Frank achieved her fate for her; my partner was more
courageous, she glued her lips to mine, sucking in my tongue in the most ardent
manner imaginable, even whilst my prick was tearing through her hymen; my
spending deluged her wounded quim, and we soon lost all thoughts of pain when we
recommenced a lovely fuck, moving slowly at first, till her rapid motions spurred me
on to faster plunges, her deliciously tight cunt holding me like a hand, in fact so tight
that I could feel my foreskin drawn backwards and forwards at every shove.
"Ah! you dear fellow, push on, kill me with delight!" she screamed in ecstasy, as
we came again together, and I was equally profuse in my words of endearment.
As we lay still after it was over her tight-fitting cunt seemed to hold and
continually squeeze my delighted prick so by its contractions and throbbings that I
was ready again directly, and we ran another thrilling course before she would let me
try to withdraw.
Frank and Louisa had been equally delighted with each other, and thus the two
sisters each lost her maidenhead almost at the same moment.
(To be continued.)
A COPY OF A LETTER.
Was given mee by my cozen SC of Kempston, and written in a Tarpaulin style.
Madame,-
Premising you are safe returned to Towne, I made bold to acquaint you that Mr.
F- is lately arriv'd art ye haven of Matrimony; He had been long in ye middle state of
Purgatory between ye Church & ye Ladyes Chamber; ere she with ye advice of her
mother, & some other experienced Ladyes, was lanced forth into ye marriage bed.
The Vessell had been 14 years & three months on Building, that it is thought she will
care well under Sail. It is a fine smooth ship, I will promise you, & one of ye first-
rate; and likely to doe ye King good Service if ably & well man'd. The only fault
there is (if any) she is too narrow in ye Poope. She hath a fine shroud, & all
difficulty soone vanish'd saving only ye maine yard may prove too burly for the
midle Deck. The Capt. it is thought this night will goe on board or her; hee is bound
for ye Straites Mouth, and cannot come off without blood-shed: Nay worse; 'tis fear'd
if opposition be made, hee may be forced to spend his provision in ye channell, &
soe returne without doeing ye Kingdome a penny worth of service.
ODE
By the Rev. Mr. Bray, on the Death of his favourite Donkey
How well do I remember yet
How very proud I used to get
When, like a little king, I'd sit,
Upon my Ass!
When seated in his nice warm back
My tiny, little whip I'd crack,
And with my youthful hand I'd smack
My Ass!
And when we galloped o'er the lea
I shouted with delight and glee,
For all the girls came out to see
My Ass!
With him my frugal meals I'd share
And nurture him with greatest cafe,
And dally with the long, soft hair
Upon my Ass!
In meadows green he'd love to play
And, when tired out, at close of day,
You then, of sweet delicious hay,
Could smell my Ass!
And when through dirty lanes we'd scud
And get bespattered o'er with mud,
I'd get some water when I could.
And wash my Ass!
But someone served him such a trick-
At first they hit him with a stick,
And then with heavy boots did kick
My Ass!
One day he got beyond my reach,
Into a pond, I gave a screech,
For a blood-thirsty, hungry leech
Did suck my Ass!
And oh! his fate I do bewail,
He backed one day against a rail,
And a long, pointed, rusty nail
Stuck in my Ass!
Alas his end I soon did see;
A woodman cutting down a tree,
Did slip, and, barely missing me,
Did axe my Ass!
I saw him die, I watched the gore
Run from the wound as home they bore
My dearest friend - my wounded, sore,
And bloody Ass!
My grief for him was most sincere,
The pain was more than I could bear,
So now, kind friend, come shed a tear
Upon my Ass!
Perhaps this epitaph is odd-
"A better donkey never trod,
Here lies beneath this friendly sod,
My Ass!"
THE SWING.
How oft I've sworn to Caroline,
The world no sight can show,
To match her locks, her lips divine,
Her bosom's hills of snow.
But oh! I find myself forsworn,
Two lips I have beheld;
Still lovelier, on this happy morn,
A mount that those excell'd!
For chance has shewn me all that lies
Beneath her virgin zone;
Sure never seen by any eyes
Of man, save mine alone!
As o'er my face the swing I drove,
As wider flew her thighs;
The opening heaven itself o' love
Met my delighted eyes!
Her bosom boasts no swell so fair
No tints that these eclipse;
Her head has no such auburn hair,
Nor such enchanting lips!
Yes I've beheld the mossy mount,
Where all the graces centre;
I've seen the rosy, nectar'd fount,
Where he she loves shall enter!
While from within her petticoat,
A warm and savoury breeze,
Full in my face, would sweetly float,
Loaded with ecstasies!
Then be not wrath my matchless maid,
Nor blush so deep with shame;
Nor I attack'd nor you betray'd,
Let chance then bear the blame!
Oh pardon me, and I'll confess,
That henceforth when I gaze
Upon the beauties of thy face,
My fancy elsewhere strays!
Then if a reddy conscious blush,
Thy angel forehead warms;
Upon our souls the hour shall rush.
That shew'd thy inmost charms.
When John Scott was minister of Dundee, he reproved Alick Anderson for ill-
treating his wife; Alick tried to justify his conduct, but the minister observed, "Ou
Alick mon, there must be something wrong on both sides!" "True very true," cried
Alick, "she has neither bubbies nor buttocks!"
There was a young lady of Harwich,
Who said on the morn of her marriage:
"I shall sew my chemise,
Right down to my knees,
For I'm damned if I fuck in the carriage!"
MISS COOTE'S CONFESSION,
OR THE VOLUPTUOUS EXPERIENCES OF AN OLD MAID;
In a series of Letters to a Lady Friend.
LETTER VII
My Dear Nellie,-
In my last letter you had an account of some pretty everyday larceny, but in this
you will read about a pretty young lady who was also a thief by nature, not from any
necessity; in fact, it was a case of what they call in these degenerate days
Kleptomania; no wonder when downright thieving is called by such an outlandish
name that milk-and-water people have almost succeeded in abolishing the good old
institution of the rod.
Miss Selina Richards was a cousin of Laura Sandon, my old schoolfellow and
first bedfellow at Miss Flaybum's; bye-the-bye, can you explain or did you ever
understand how girls can be fellows,
but I know of no other term which will apply to
the relationship in question. Is there no feminine to that word? It certainly is a
defect of the English language.
Well, being on a visit to Laura when I was about eighteen, she mentioned the
case to me, saying that her cousin Selina was such an inveterate thief her family were
positively afiaid to let her go anywhere from home for fear she should get into
trouble, and that her parents were obliged to confine her to her room when they had
visitors in the house, as the young thief would secrete any trifles, more especially
jewelry, she could lay her hands upon, "and you know, Rosa, what an awful disgrace
it would be to an the family if she should ever be accused of such a thing."
rosa.- "But have they never punished her properly, to try and eradicate the
vice?"
laura.- "They confine her to her room, and often keep the child on bread and
water for a week, but all the starving and lecturing in the world won't do any good."
rosa.- "Have they never tried a good whipping?"
laura.- "It never seems to have entered the stupid heads of her father and
mother; they are too tender-hearted for anything of that kind."
rosa.- "Laura, dear, I don't mind confessing to you I should dearly love to birch
the little
voleuse; ever since I left school our last grand seance at the breaking-up
party has quite fascinated me - when I think over the beautiful sight of the red
bleeding posteriors, the blushes of shame and indignation of the victims, and above
all the enjoyment of their distress at being so humiliated and disgraced before others.
We often enjoy our old schoolbirchings in private, and a little while ago I
administered an awful whipping to our gardener's wife and her two little girls for
stealing my fruit, etc., and effected quite a cure, they are strictly honest now. You
are coming to see us soon, can't you persuade your uncle and aunt to entrust Selina to
your care, with the promise that I am to be thoroughly informed of her evil
propensity; on second thoughts I think you should say you have told me, and that I
offer to try and cure the girl, if they will only give me a
carte blanche to punish her
in my own way. You will have a great treat, we shall shock the girl's modesty by
stripping and exposing her, you win see how delightful the sight of her pretty form is
added to the distressing sense of humiliation we will make her feel; the real lovers of
the birch watch and enjoy all the expressions of the victim's face, and do all they can
to increase the sense of degradation, as well as to inflict terrible and prolonged
torture by skilful appliance of the rod, and placing the victim in most painful,
distended positions to receive her chastisement."
laura.- "What an ogress of cruelty you have become Rosa!"
rosa, kissing her.- "So will you my dear, with a little more experience, you are
much older than me, but really younger in that respect; by judicious use of the rod a
club of ladies could enjoy every sensual feeling of pleasure without the society of
men. I mean to marry the birch (in fact I am already wedded to it), and retain my
fortune as my independence."
laura.- "What a paragon of virtue, do I really understand you pander to your
sensuality without intercourse with men?"
rosa.- "Come and see, that is my only answer to such a dear sceptic, only
manage to bring the pretty
voleuse with you, and you will have every reason to be
satisfied with your visit."
Laura was quite successful in her application to the parents of Selina; they
thought the visit might perhaps result in some good to their daughter, and readily
gave all the required assurances as to liberty of inflicting punishment for any little
dishonesty we might detect.
On their arrival at our house Selina was alloted a small room to herself, whilst
Laura asked and was allowed to be my bedfellow again. Nothing was put out of the
way, as I was so thoroughly assured of the honesty of all about me, and felt certain
that if Miss Selina did steal anything, she could only secrete it and would have no
opportunity to dispose of the plunder, so we might be sure to recover all our lost
property.
Miss Richards had received a very careful education, and, in general, was a most
interesting young lady, and apparently very modest and retiring.
Several days passed very pleasantly, and it almost seemed as if Missie's fingers
had forgot their cunning. I was just beginning to fear we might lose our victim for
want of a fair opportunity, but it turned out to be only a kind of natural shyness,
which would disappear when she found herself quite at home.
Things began to vanish, my jewelry seemed much preferred, first a small
diamond ring, then an opal brooch set with pearls, gloves, scarfs, and any small
articles walked off mysteriously, but no one could ever detect her even setting her
foot in my room in the day time, and so Laura and I determined to watch at night.
We usually went into Selina's room the last thing - before retiring ourselves, when
her eyes were invariably closed.
Our resolve was put in practice the first night, and about two hours after we
were supposed to be safely asleep, the creaking hinge of the door gave us a slight
admonition of the stealthy approach of someone.
We could hear no footstep, but caught a glimpse of Miss Prig putting her head
just inside the door to see all was right.
We were motionless, our heads being well within the shade of the bed curtains,
whilst a dim moonlight partially lighted up the rest of the chamber. The little
voleuse, as stealthily as an Indian, actually crawled on her hands and knees to the
dressing table, and then without raising her body, groped with her hand on the top of
the table for anything that might be lying about; in fact, we could see nothing of her
as we were in bed, but could plainly hear the slight movement of the articles as they
were touched or moved.
Off went the bedclothes, with a cry, "Now we have her safe, the sly thief." I
sprang to the door and cut off her retreat, whilst Laura acted the policeman, by
sternly arresting the confused prisoner.
Turning the key in the lock, we at once laid her over the foot of our bed, with
her feet resting on the floor, and turning up her nightdress, administered with our
hands a good slapping till she fairly screamed for mercy.
"Oh! Oh! Pray, Miss Coote, forgive me. Let me go, I won't come here again.
Oh! Ah-r-r-re! Indeed I won't," struggling and writhing under our smarting slaps.
We could see even by the faint light how red her bottom was, and at last we released
her with the assurance of a full enquiry next day, and advised her to give up all she
had stolen or it would be worse for her.
By my orders, she was confined to her room in the morning, and Jane acted as
gaoler. After dinner, about six o'clock, she brought the prisoner before me in the
punishment room.
To make my proceedings more impressive, all the establishment were present,
except Charlie the page, who being masculine, I did not think it would be decent to
have him admitted.
miss coote.- "Selina Richards, you stand before me a convicted thief caught in
the act. Have you restored all your booty, you sly young cat?"
selina (with a crimson face and downcast eyes).- "Oh! Oh! I have indeed, ask
Jane, she has searched the room and can't find any more but what I gave up to her.
Ah! Miss Coote, I don't know how I could have done it; I'm so ashamed of myself
and sorry to have been so wicked. Oh! Oh! What shall I do?" quite overcome and
bursting into tears.
jane.- "If you please Miss, I've got everything but your ring, that I can't find
anywhere."
miss coote.- "you bad girl, I know your character; don't think you can deceive
me by your feigned tears and repentance. What have you done with my ring, eh?"
selina (appealing in great and apparently genuine distress and consternation).-
"Oh! I have never seen it. Indeed, I didn't take that, Miss Coote. Ah, you must
believe me, I am so degraded to feel how guilty I am. I had the brooch, but have
given that and everything else up to Jane."
miss coote.- "I don't believe what you say about the ring, and will birch you
well till you really confess the truth. Now strip the little thief, and examine every
article of clothing as it is taken off. Shake out all the braids of her hair, she may
have it there."
Notwithstanding her confusion, I noticed a slight gleam of satisfaction pass
across her countenance, for which, at the time, I was puzzled to account.
They proceeded with the undressing, and I could not help noticing her continued
satisfaction as each garment was overhauled, as much as to say, "You haven't found
it yet," which convinced me she had the ring very cunningly secreted somewhere,
but for the life of me, I was quite at a loss to think how she could have disposed of it,
as Jane assured me there was not a chink in her room where it could possibly be put,
she had even ripped up the bed in her search.
At last they let down all the braids of her hair, and she stood in her chemise,
blushing crimson at the exposure, her usually damask cheeks as rosy as ripe cherries.
She evidently now considered the search at an end, as she kicked off the drawers and
protested against my order to "remove the last rag."
"Oh! Oh! Pray don't expose me, there can't be anything in that."
miss coote.- "But there may be somewhere else."
The suddenly abashed look that came over her face convinced me I was now
getting near a discovery. Her legs were closely nipped together, and she covered her
hairless mount with her hands.
miss coote.- "Give me a birch Jane, I'll make her jump," then taking the switch
in hand cuts smartly over Miss Selina's knuckles, "remove your hands, Miss Prig,
now jump will you," repeating the blow on the naked bottom with such effect that
the poor girl screamed with pain, but still kept her legs close; again the rod
descended with a terrific undercut, "won't you open your legs and jump Miss." This
time it was effective; with a fearful scream the victim threw herself down on the
carpet, but she was unable to prevent the escape of the ring which rolled out on the
floor.
It would be impossible to describe the poor girl's distress and confusion now her
guilt was so thoroughly established; she was crimson all over, and tried to hide her
face in her hands as she cried for shame; her bottom had some fine looking red
marks, and also in between her thighs, which the last cut had inflicted.
miss coote.- "Look at the little thief, she thinks to hide herself by covering her
face, she doesn't care about exposing all her private parts, or using them to hide my
ring, what a disgustingly clever trick; Jane, put on her chemise and drawers; if she
does not care I do, and like to do birching decently with all propriety."
Jane and Polly lift her up, and put on the required articles, then as she stands
before me still sobbing with shame and pain, I had never seen a more delicious
looking victim; she had such a beautiful brunette complexion, her almost black hair
hanging all down her back to her loins, pretty white rounded globes with dark brown
nipples looked impudently above her chemisette, which only reached a little way
down her thighs; it was tastefully trimmed with lace all round, and seemed to draw
attention to her beautiful thighs and legs, the latter set off by blue silk stockings with
handsome garters and lovely boots.
Jane whispers in the culprit's ears, and Selina humbly kneels before me, saying
in broken accents:-
"Oh! how can I speak to you, dear Miss Coote. I - I - have so disgraced -
myself. Will - will - you ever forgive me. Oh! What shall I do - will you punish
me properly and cut - the - the - awful propensity out of me - indeed, dear Miss
Coote - I can't help myself - my fingers - my fingers will take the - things - even -
when I don't -want them," as she kisses the rod and bursts into a torrent of hysterical
tears.
By my orders the victim is well stretched out on the ladder, as I generally
preferred it to the whipping post, and having armed myself with a very light rod
made of fine pieces of whalebone, which would sting awfully without doing serious
damage, I went up to the ladder for a commencement, but first made them loosen her
a bit, and place a thick sofa bolster under her loins, then fasten her tightly again with
her bottom well presented, the drawers pinned back on each side, and her chemise
rolled up and secured under her arms; poor Selina seemed to know well enough what
was coming, it checked her tears, but she begged and screamed piteously for me to
forgive and wait and see if she ever stole anything again.
miss coote, laughing.- "Why, what a little coward you are. I should have
thought such a bold thief would have more spirit, and I have hardly touched you yet;
you won't be hurt more than you can fairly bear; you would do it again directly if I
don't beat it out of you now."
selina.- "My arms and limbs are so dreadfully stretched, and my poor behind
still smarts from the three whacks you gave. Oh! Have pity! Have mercy! Dear
Miss Coote."
miss coote.- "I must not listen to such childish nonsense, you're both a thief
and a dreadful liar; Miss Selina, will you - will you - do it again," giving three smart
stinging cuts, the whalebone fairly hissing through the air as she flourishes it before
each stroke to make it sound more effective.
selina.- "Ah! Ah! Ah-r-r-re! I can't bear it, you're thrashing me with wires,
the blows are red hot. Oh! Oh! I'll never, never do it again!" her bottom finely
streaked already with thin red lines, the painful agony being greatly increased by the
strain on her wrists and ankles as she cannot restrain her writhing at each cut.
miss coote.- "You don't seem to like it, Selina, but indeed it's for your good,
how would you like to be branded B.C. with a really red hot iron, you'd sing a still
different tune then; but I'm wasting my time - there - there - there - you've only had
six yet, how you do howl you silly girl!"
selina.- "Ah-r-r-r-re!" with a prolonged shriek. "You're killing me. Oh! I
shall soon die!" her bottom redder than ever.
miss coote.- "You'll have a dozen whalebone cuts," counting and cutting
deliberately till she calls twelve, then giving a little pause as if finished; she lets the
victim compose the features with a sigh of relief, and just then gives another
thundering whack, exclaiming, "Ah! Ha! Ha! Ha! you thought I had done, did you,
Miss Prig; it was a baker's dozen you were to get, I always give thirteen as twelve for
fear of having missed one, and like to give the last just as they think it is all over."
selina.- "I know it's well deserved, but oh! so cruel, you will let me go now;
pray forgive me, indeed, you may depend upon me in the future," still sighing and
quivering from the effects of the last blow.
miss coote.- "You're not to get off so easily, Miss Prig, your bottom would be
all right in a few minutes, and then you would only laugh when you think of it. The
real rod is to come, look at this bum-tickler, it's the real birch grown in my own
grounds, and well pickled in brine these last two days, to be ready for you when
caught. It will bring your crime to mind in a more awful light, and leave marks to
make you remember it for days to come."
selina.- "Pray let me have a drink, if I must suffer so much more, my tongue is
as dry as a board, Miss Coote, you are cruel, I am not old enough to bear such
torture."
miss coote.- "Be quiet, you shall have a drink of champagne, but don't talk
about your tender age, that makes your crime still worse, for you have shown such
precocious disgusting cunning, far beyond your years."
She has the refreshing draught and the rod resumes its sway.
miss coote.- "You bad girl, your bottom shall be marked for many a day; I'll
wager you don't steal as long as the marks remain. Two dozen's the punishment, and
then we'll see to your bruises, and put you to bed. One - two - three - four,"
increasing the force of the blows scientifically with each cut, and soon beginning to
draw the skin up into big bursting blood-red weals.
victim.- "Mother! Mother! Ah! Ah-r-r-re! I shall die. Oh! kill me quickly,
if you won't have mercy." She writhes in such agony that her muscles stand out like
whipcord, and by their continued quivering, straining action, testify to the intensity
of her pain.
miss coote, laughing and getting excited.- "That's right, call your mother, she'll
soon help you. Ha! Ha! She didn't think how I should cure you, when your papa
gave his consent for me to punish you as I like. Five, six, seven," she goes on
counting and thrashing the poor girl over the back, ribs, loins, and thighs, wealing
her everywhere, as well as on the posteriors. All the spectators are greatly moved,
and seem to enjoy the sight of Selina's blood dripping down, down till her stockings
are saturated and it forms little pools beneath her on the floor.
The victim has not sufficient strength to stand this very long, her head droops,
and she is too weak to scream, moaning and sighing fainter and fainter, till at last she
fairly swoons, and the rod is stopped at the twenty-second stroke.
Miss Coote is quite exhausted with her exertions, and sinking on a sofa, fondly
embraces her friend Laura, describing to her all the thrilling sensations she has
enjoyed during the operation, which the flushed cheeks and sparkling soft large blue
eyes of Laura show she is beginning to duly appreciate.
Mademoiselle Fosse and the servants lay Selina on the floor, and sprinkle her
face with water, whilst one of them uses a very large fan most effectively; her
lacerated bottom is sponged with strong salt and water, and she soon shows signs of
regaining animation. Sighing and sobbing, "Where, where am I? Oh! I remember,
Miss Coote's cut my bottom off. Oh! Oh! Ah! How it smarts and burns!" They
pour a little liqueur down her throat, and she is soon quite conscious again, and cries
quite hysterically over her pickled state.
mademoiselle.- "Now for the finishing touch. Mary, fetch that pot from the
kitchen, and bring the bag of feathers."
selina (piteously).- "Oh, haven't you done yet? What have I to suffer?"
wringing her hands in apprehension.
mademoiselle.- "Here it is. We won't keep you in suspense," taking the brush
from a pot of warm tar, held by Mary. "This will heal your bruises, and prevent the
flies getting at your sore bottom, this warm weather."
They make her stand up, and Mademoiselle paints all over her posteriors, and the
lower part of her belly inside her thighs, and even the crack of her bottom, with the
hot stuff, regardless of the great pain she is inflicting.
selina (shrieking in fearful distress and shame at this degradation).- "Ah! This
is worse than all, you're actually scalding me; my skin will peel off," dancing about
in excruciating agony.
mademoiselle (laughing).- "My dear, it is to heal and keep your skin on.
We're going to cover you with nice warm feathers. You never felt so comfortable in
your life as you will presently."
The ceremony was both amusing and exciting, but it would be impossible to
describe the poor girl's misery and dreadful shame. Her shrieks and appeals of "Oh!
Ah! It will never come off," especially as they lift her up and roll her bottom and
front in a great heap of feathers, taking care to shove them in everywhere, so as to
thoroughly cover all the tar.
This is the finale, and she is led from the scene of her punishment and
degradation; but that was not all; every day for nearly three weeks she had to strip
and exhibit her feathery bum for inspection and laughing remarks. I need scarcely
say the ordeal she went through effected a radical cure of the Kleptomania.
Do you not think, dear Nellie, my plan would cure the Kleptomaniacs of the
present day? It would be well worth a trial.
Yours affectionately,
ROSA BELINDA COOTE.
(To be continued.)
PLEASURES OF MEMORY.
Sweet is the memory of the scenes
In boyhood I enjoyed,
Hot vigour thrilling in my veins,
By no fruition cloyd.
So innocent a child I seem'd
That Catherine, Jane, Eliza,
Would treat me as a girl, nor dream'd
That I was e'er the wiser.
I many a naked frolic spied,
Nor seem'd a whit to care,
With changeless glance serene I eyed
Their sexual members bare.
All fear'd the strict severities
Of Mistress and of Master,
Who thought to crush propensities
That only throve the faster.
But when I was thirteen I grew
Too big a boy for this,
The girls grew timid - well they knew
I might do more than kiss.
No longer Jane would offer me
The clean shirt nice and warm,
And turn me up and cuddle me,
Without supposing harm.
And Catherine never called me now
The bathroom door to keep,
The while she bathed, lest any came
And say, "You must not peep."
Nor Harriet, when she climb'd the trees,
Would let me now stand under,
All seem'd to guard their modesties
With care that made me wonder.
But fostering Venus kindly led
Her young disciple still,
Although I kept my maidenhead
Sorely against my will.
For though from British blood I sprung
Yet born in India's land,
I felt while callow, raw and young
Cythera's guiding hand.
And night by night, when fast asleep,
Wits, nerves upon the stretch,
My melting heart I could not keep,
I was an amorous wretch.
One day I chanced to climb outside
My cousin's bathing room,
And found a hole through which I spied
The place I'd used to roam.
I sigh'd to think how oft the girls
Had idly let me in,
"It's nobody but little Charles,
No matter though he's seen."
Yes, I was their sole favourite,
No other boy was suffer'd
To share in many a luscious sight
To me so freely offer'd.
"Those joys (thought I) are now no more!"
I started - at that minute,
Dear Kate came to the bathroom door,
She lock'd herself within it.
"Oh, do I dream, or is it true?
And is she going to bathe,
And treat me to the fullest view
Of all above, beneath?"
She dropt her gown, and one by one
She stript her of her clothes,
Her smock is all she now has on,
"Oh, will she nought expose?"
There now it's off- and Catherine stands,
In utter nudity,
And neither of her rosy hands
Conceals her modesty.
I saw her right before my eyes
Naked, stark naked stand,
The blooming centre of her thighs
As naked as my hand.
What see I now! what see I not!
Is Kate a woman grown?
She was a little girl I thought,
But lo, she's fully blown:
Oh look at her sweet fie for shame,
With pouting lips so red.
Oh look at her dear frisky game,
Her open maidenhead!
THE TRIAL OF CAPTAIN POWELL.
For Ravishing Margaret Edson, a child under the Age of 12 Years, at York Assizes,
March 31st, 1775.
Mary Edson stated: I am the child's mother. On the Friday before New Year's
Day, I perceived my daughter was ill, I asked her what she had done to herself (as
she had trouble in making water), if she had fallen and hurt herself; she said no. On
Sunday, the 1st January, when I stripped her I saw her shift very much daubed with
what had come from her, which gave me a great shock.
Q.- What colour was it?
A.- A yellow colour mixed with red. When I saw her in that condition, I said if
you do not tell me what you have done with yourself I will take the skin off your
backside. As she would not tell me I got a birch rod, and twining her over my lap
gave her bum a sharp tickling, when she said that Captain Powell sent for her brother
and her, and he gave her brother a halfpenny to buy some sweets. After the boy went
out the Captain barred the door, and then he put his finger up her body and hurt her
very much. I was much surprised, and sent for Mrs. Nurser, a neighbour, who
advised me to send for Dr. Lee, who lives at Knaresborough. In the afternoon too we
asked her what Captain Powell did to her, and she then said Captain Powell
unbuttoned his breeches and took out his cock and put it into her. I asked her if she
felt anything come from him. She said she thought he made water in her. She said
he sat in his chair and took her before him, and she shewed the motion he made in
the chair, then he took her upstairs and did the same again.
Q.- From the appearance of the colour on the shift did you think it had the same
appearance as that which comes from a man on those occasions?
A.- To the best of my judgment I thought it was. Mr. John Lee, a surgeon, said
that Mr. Edson, the father of the child, making application to him to examine his
daughter, he attended at his house, when he inspected the child, and found her
private parts much inflamed and swelled, which convinced him she had received
some injury; there was likewise a discharge from the parts, which made him afraid it
was venereal. He attended and administered to her about six weeks.
Q.- Did it appear to you there had been any violence used by a man's penis?
A.- I cannot say I formed any judgment as to the cause.
Q.- Suppose a man had introduced his private parts, would it have occasioned
this?
A.- Yes it would.
Q.- Would a finger being put there occasion the excoriation?
A.- Yes it might. If a man had entered the vagina of the child and entered into
her body, I should have thought it would have had a different appearance. It would
have brought away blood, but I observed none.
Margaret Edson (the child).
COURT.- What age are you?
A. Ten-and-a-half
Q. Do you tell lies?
A. No.
Q. Will you tell me the truth?
A. Yes.
Q. Do you know Captain Powell? Look round and see if he is here.
A. There is Captain Powell, pointing to the prisoner.
Q. Now tell us what Captain Powell did to you.
A. I and my brother was at Mrs. Raper's playing with her little boy; we did not
stay long. My brother and I were going home, and Captain Powell said, "Come
hither, Peg, come hither." My brother went with me to Captain Powell, and he gave
my brother a halfpenny to go and buy sweets. My brother went, and then Captain
Powell bolted the door.
Q. What did he do after that?
A. He put one hand round my waist and turned up my clothes.
Q. Where was he?
A. He was sitting in a chair.
Q. How was you standing?
A. On the floor before him, between his legs.
Q. What did he do?
A. He unbuttoned his breeches and took his cock out.
Q.- How did you know it was his cock?
A. I saw it; I saw him take it out.
Q. What did he do after that?
A. He put his cock in my arsehole.
Q. Tell us that again?
A. He unbuttoned his breeches, took out his cock, and put it in my arsehole.
The jury did not wish to hear any more, and he was indicted at the next assizes
for a common assault, and found guilty.
FOWLS AND PICKLED PORK.
The wife of a City gentleman one day found in his pocket a billet from a
ladylove of his, asking him to come that evening to supper, and that she had fowls
and pickled pork.
The husband came home at his usual time, and told his wife that he had some
particular business to transact that evening, which would keep him out rather late.
"Very well, dear, but you can't go out in that soiled shirt, come upstairs and
change it," responded his tender better half.
She went with him to their bedroom, and with her jokes and larking soon gave
him such a cockstand that he tossed her on the bed and had a good fuck.
Proceeding to finish dressing she again interrupted him with the remark that "he
could not go out with such dirty stockings, now John let me pull them off and put on
a clean pair for you."
This led to further dallying, especially when she remarked, "how silly his cock
looked with its head hanging down, how she had taken the life out of it; la, I wonder
if it can stand again dear," as she played with and kissed his limp concern. This led
to another loving fuck, which ended by her giving him a rapturous kiss, as she
exclaimed, "I believe, John, you have made me a baby at last. Now, my dear, I don't
mind if you go and have the 'fowls and pickled pork.'"
But the husband declared "he would be damned if he did now."
N.B.- The Editor of THE PEARL would advise married ladies not to trust too
implicitly in the belief "that if they fuck their husband well before he goes out, they
may safely trust him." Our experience is that it only tends to make the men more
excitable; we once knew a person (not ourself of course), who would have three
different women on the way home from business, and then fuck his wife well when
he went to bed, which he would not have thought of otherwise.
LADY POKINGHAM, OR THEY ALL DO IT;
Giving an Account of her Luxurious Adventures, both before
and after her Marriage with Lord Crim-Con
PART IV.
I must now return to my liaison with Lothair; he had promised to meet me again
in a week, when I hoped to hear the particulars of his drive to Richmond.
We lunched again at the Bristol Hotel, and without having recourse to the
tincture, I found him almost as hot and impulsive as before. "Ah! Beatrice," he said,
as we lay exhausted on the sofa, after a series of delicious encounters, "I cannot
express half the gratitude and devotion I ought to have; for you, not satisfied with
making me happy yourself, quite unselfishly advised me how to enjoy the two nuns.
But first tell me of that Society of Love, which you promised to introduce me to, and
then you shall have my adventure."
So briefly I described to him the Paphian Circle, and took his promise to allow
me to introduce him at the next seance.
"I know," he said, "you thought me quite captivated by Miss Arundel, but I
never forgot your advice, and resolved to seem to lend myself as a proselyte, accept
all the advantages they might offer as baits, and get a thorough insight into all the
plans of the Jesuits before I open their eyes, but it is a game that will last a long time.
Now, as to the Richmond drive. Lady St. Jerome and Miss Arundel were most
vivacious and alluring, as we drove down by road; then we had a beautiful row on
the river whilst waiting for dinner, which we sat down to with excellent appetites. I
plied the two ladies with wine, and requested them as a special favour not to leave
me to myself at dessert, as I did not smoke, and there were no other gentlemen
present. Everything was sparkling and agreeable, religion seemed to be avoided by
mutual consent, the ladies had withdrawn from the table to a sofa in a recess, where
their faces were screened from the light of the brilliant chandelier; they had each had
two or three glasses of champagne and seemed very careful not to exceed the limits
of decorum, when, taking a fresh bottle, I challenged them to drink to the prosperity
of the Christian Church.
"'Ah!' said Miss Arundel, with flashing eyes, 'but what Church do you refer to?'
"'Dear ladies,' I replied, 'you shall word the toast as you please, and I will drain a
real bumper to it in your company.'
"'Then,' said Clare, 'we drink to the prosperity of the Holy Roman Catholic
Church, and long life to His Holiness Pius IX.'
"Their eyes sparkled, and both seemed unusually excited.
"'What would we not do to assure your conversion, dear Lothair,' said Lady St.
Jerome. 'Come and sit between us whilst we talk seriously to you.'
"I sat down on the sofa, and being well flushed with wine, impudently put an
arm round each of their waists, and said, without thinking, 'Ah! that's mere nonsense;
but in truth, I would sell both body and soul for the happiness you and your niece
could confer on me.'
"Miss Arundel drew a deep sigh, but Lady St. Jerome softly whispered, as she
laid one hand on my thigh, most awkwardly near to an important member, 'Ah! what
do you mean? Join our Church, and there is nothing we will deny to you.'
"'Nothing! nothing! you will get indulgences and dispensations for everything
then,' whispered Clare, as she laid her head on my shoulder.
"'No! no traffic with priests; I want my indulgence from you, dear ladies, if you
care for my soul, now's the time to save me; drive me away in unsatisfied
desperation, and such a chance will never occur again. Ah! how awfully I am
tempted by the proximity of such charms!' I exclaimed, falling on my knees; and
clasping their legs, as I hid my face in Clare's lap.
"They were both trembling with emotion, and I was equally agitated, but I
seemed to guess from their looks and manner towards me, the present moment was
too favourable for them to let slip.
"Lady St. Jerome was the first to speak. 'Dear Lothair, we do indeed pity your
distress. Oh! Oh! for shame, sir, what liberties! Will you? Will you, promise us?' as
she fidgeted about in confusion, feeling my hand slowly advancing up her legs
beneath the clothes; both my hands were busy, but Clare had closed her thighs, and
firmly stopped my advance in silence, whilst her aunt's ejaculations seemed to
encourage me more and more.
"'By all that's sacred, I promise everything you may demand of me, they shall
receive me into the Church, as soon as they please, if you two will but be ministering
angels to my impulsive passions,' I cried, taking advantage of her confusion to gain
complete possession of the grotto of love.
"'Clare, dear,' sighed Her Ladyship, 'can we possibly sacrifice ourselves for a
nobler purpose; by now subduing his carnal lusts, we shall also draw a lost sheep to
the foot of the cross.'
"I felt Miss Arundel's tightly compressed thighs relax in their resistance, and she
gave a spasmodic sigh as I victoriously advanced my rude hand also to her mossy
retreat. 'Ah! how delicious to have possession of a double set of the loveliest
charms, I will kiss you, and enjoy you by turns,' I said in rapture, at the prospect
before me.
lady ST. jerome.- 'Excuse me a moment, dear Lothair, Clare is all blushing
confusion, let me spare her modesty as much as possible,' as she rose and locked the
door, then almost turned out the gas.
"Pulling up her skirts, I threw Miss Arundel backwards on the sofa, and
releasing my bursting weapon, threw myself between her yielding thighs, as I
exclaimed, 'You have indeed relieved me of making an invidious selection, as I
cannot restrain the heat of my passion, Clare must be the first victim to it.'
"It was almost, if not quite, dark in the recess where we were, but my lips sought
those of the lovely girl, her entire frame seemed to quiver under me, and she gave a
faint shriek as the head of my cock first touched the lips of her cunny. 'Courage,
darling,' I whispered in her ear, 'I won't hurt you more than I can help; open your
legs, and give way to me as much as you can, you suffer for a noble object.' As if I
did not know she had already lost her virginity.
"Lady St. Jerome had now returned to the sofa, where she encouraged Clare to
bear the dreadful pain with all her fortitude. Then Her Ladyship took my affair in
her hand, saying, 'Let me, dear Lothair, direct you right. I'm a married woman, and
know exactly how it ought to be done.' Her touch only added to my excitement. She
kept drawing the foreskin back, and took care to present the head rather above the
proper entrance to the vagina, to make me think the resistance I felt was genuine, but
it gave me infinite pleasure, and made Mr. Pego spend all over the entrance of
Clare's longing cunny. At last, after great difficulty, they let me fairly in, and I
begged Her Ladyship to still keep her hand there and stimulate my exertions. I spent
three times, each time more excitedly than the last, whilst the dear girl was a constant
flood of lubricity, and seemed to melt with love, clinging to me with all the tenacity
of her voluptuous furor.
"At last, notwithstanding her entreaties for me to go on, on, on, I managed to
withdraw, as I told her she would leave nothing for me to repay all her dear aunt's
kindness. 'But, Clare darling,' I said, 'I will still give you pleasure with my tongue.'
So I made her give way to Lady St. Jerome, who eagerly slipped off some of her
skirts, as she said, to give me greater freedom, but in reality so that she might enjoy
herself more. Her pussey was quite wet with spendings, which had flowed in
sympathy with our enjoyment.
"Miss Clare was an apt pupil, and quickly arranged herself over her aunt's face,
so as to present her excited cunny to my lips.
"Lady St. Jerome had an extraordinary gift of contraction in her vagina, it took
hold of my cock, like a delicately soft hand with a frigging motion, as she wriggled
and met my thrusts, of the most delicious kind. I grasped and moulded her lovely
breasts with both hands, for she held me convulsively to her body, and I had no
necessity to clasp her myself. Our conjunction was so exciting that I spent again
immediately, under the touches of what I called her invisible hand, then steadying
myself I revelled in love and lubricity for more than half-an-hour, both the dear
ladies gasping, sighing, and sometimes when they spent giving vent to subdued
shrieks of pleasure and dearment. Clare seemed quite as excited as her aunt, who I
found was frigging her bottom-hole, and rousing all her lustful propensities to the
utmost, with a disengaged hand, as soon as she found I was so safely rooted in
herself that one arm could hold me.
"I can't tell you how we finished, for there seemed to be no end to it; however,
about eleven o'clock we apparently awoke from a kind of delicious lethargy, into
which we had all fallen, and we soon sufficiently composed ourselves to ring for the
carriage and start for town; on the plea of keeping out the chilly night air, the
windows were put up, and I had one or the other of them astride of my lap and
spitted on the shaft of love till the noise of granite pavement under the wheels of the
carriage warned us of the near approach to St. James' Square.
"I have promised not to marry, but expressed my wish to be received into the
Church by the Holy Father himself soon after Christmas, when I will visit Rome on
purpose; this will give me plenty of time to carry on my game, and prove to the
Jesuits that I am now quite equal to the tricks they played on me, when they had me
down at Vauxe before, and imposed on the weak senses of a poor boy, quite green to
the ways of the world. I can love Clare, when I don't think of it, but if I do I should
hate her even in the midst of our love transports."
Our time in town was getting short, so at my suggestion Bertram and St.
Aldegonde arranged an early day with Lothair, for his initiation to the Paphian
Circle.
We were still at Crecy House, and this time the affair was managed under cover
of a small private party at the Duke of Brecon's, where we dismissed our carriages,
and then drove out in those of his Grace for a country excursion, which of course
only extended to Cheyne Walk. Everything was in readiness, and Lothair being
admitted as usual, we quickly appeared in the garb of Madre Natura as before.
Partners were drawn for the first dance, my lot fell to the Duke of Brecon, whilst
Lothair was drawn by Alice, and Lady Corisande presided at the piano, where her
brilliant execution helped to add to the excitement engendered by the lascivious
motions of the dance, in which, when the gentlemen and ladies changed partners as
they went through the figure, they gave our bottoms a fine smarting spank, which we
repaid by sharp little slaps on their extended cocks, soon getting tremendously warm
and excited over our quadrille, and at the conclusion could scarcely restrain
ourselves sufficiently to allow Lothair to give the usual kiss all round to our
palpitating cunnies.
I noticed Lady Bertha very busy whispering to everyone, and soon found out
that she was proposing a little bit of extra fun for us, of which the novice was of
course to be the victim, whilst both pleasure and profit would accrue to the Paphian
Circle.
(To be continued.)
PROGRESS.
Let those who never tried, believe,
In woman's chastity!
Let her who ne'er was asked, receive,
The praise of modesty!
Again I've been at Church to-day,
And eyed that angel stranger;
Whose yielding glances seem to say,
"I love, but dread the danger."
Too truly sung the Indian sage,
That "Father, Brother, Son,
To her who feels the sexual rage
Are lawful - all are one."
Tho' woman's virtue's true as steel
Before you touch her soul;
Still let it once the Magnet
feel
'Twill flutter tow'rds the Pole!
EXPOSTULATION WITH A FIERCE PREACHER.
Oh, jealous Cotterill, why so warm?
Because your congregation,
In spite of all you preach and storm,
Persist in fornication.
And so you think a ball-room dress
Unfitted for a pew,
And fain would check the wantonness
That gives the breasts to view.
"Indecent" is a cruel word
To use to strict church-goers,
It's very awful by the Lord
To call us rogues and whores.
In pews, like sheep in pens we sit,
While you indulge in barking,
If sheep will cast sheep's eyes a bit
It is not worth remarking.
The ball-room and the play-house gay
In India are so rare,
That church for those who play or pray
Is crowded by the fair.
Poor Cotterill - why then should he grieve
Because our glances roam?
He merely wants us all to leave
Our "Hearts and Souls" at home.
I joy the lecherous girl to squeeze,
I joy thy rage to see,
So first I sin myself to please
And next to anger thee.
The silliest goose that swims the lake
Is known to be the Dotterel,
That spelling must be a mistake.
The name I'm sure is Cotterill!
HYMN TO THE GENIUS OF WOMAN.
(A statue in the Florentine Gallery.)
Genius of woman, glorious form
Of perfect loveliness,
I worship thee, with beauty warm,
Released from every dress.
Oh smile on him to Thee who bows,
Who worships Thee alone;
And pays his deep impassioned vows,
At none but Beauty's throne.
And bless thou Her whose pencil gave,
Thy dazzling limbs to light,
Naked, as rising from the wave,
They shone all rosy bright.
It was a homage due to Thee,
By grateful Chloris paid;
For Thou with every conquering charm,
Has't blest the golden maid.
And every touch her pencil gave,
To each alluring part;
Has bound in firmer spells the slave,
Of pleasure, love, and art.
Oh sacred, fervent, silent be,
Our worship at Thy shrine;
No eye profane shall ever see,
Thy lineaments divine.
