Excerpt from The Spirit of Flagellation

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Miss Girling and I made good use of the permission, for almost every day during the season, and particularly on Sundays, we were sure to wear nosegays as big as brooms. “What do you think,” said Miss G—, “of a little birchen diversion?” “With all my heart,” said I. “I brought last night, after the girls were gone to bed, an excellent birch broom for our use.” We then went to our chamber, but just as she was arranging one of the dildoes, we heard the screeches of some girls. I immediately put my head out of the window and saw two girls boxing. I proposed to Miss G. that we should bring the youngs pugilists to our room, where we might amuse ourselves with their pretty bottoms, for this offence was always punished with the utmost severity.

She was delighted with the proposal, and immediately untied the dildoe she had on, and took a short one; she made me do the same to try the experiment. I then went for the girls, while Miss G. made two large rods, and to be more at liberty she undressed herself, having only a kind of loose gown over her shift.

When we got them in, we raised their petticoats as high as the small of their backs, and began to exercise the rods like furies—it was a kind of luxurious rage, the way we held them made them kick, wriggle, and plunge as we wished. I found such benefit from the dildoe that I generally used it afterwards when I had a pretty girl to whip, in short, between the fragrance of the nosegay, and the exercise of the rod, I almost fainted with pleasure. As for Miss G., she enjoyed the whipping to such a degree, that she kept the girl, a very pretty one, between her bare thighs, squeezing her a considerable time after I had done with the other. For the first time I emitted the precious elixir of delight, which threw me into a luxurious stupor.

We now sent the girls away. Miss G. tied on the double dildoe and made me lay on the bed. She got between my thighs, devoured me with burning kisses, and by her passionate caresses prolonged the enchanting illusion, till at last we lost ourselves in an abyss of pleasure.

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I had one day a gentleman of that description to amuse. His passion was to have me very much dressed, but took particularly a singular pleasure in making me wear a most enormous nosegay of natural flowers, of his own making, and which he would always tie himself to my bosom. I treated him just like a school boy—he would get a book and pretend to learn a lesson by heart; while he was getting it, I would walk up and down the room with an austere look, and a large birch rod in my hand, threatening now and then to whip him soundly with it, if he did not know his lesson—this would take up about half an hour, then the comedy would begin—nothing could be better imitated—I was sitting in a chair holding a book in one hand and a rod in the other, and my head a little inclined to my nosegay. On his not knowing his task I would get up a great passion, pull his breeches down to his heels, and flog him for a quarter of an hour as hard as I possibly could.