Excerpt from Our Fair Flagellants

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The young woman jumped off the bed at once and took a packet of nettles out of a drawer. Kneeling in front of her brutal tyrant she held out to him the packet of nettles.

“What!” he cried, “kindly undo this packet, and give me the nettles, not the paper in which they are wrapped.”

She hesitated a moment, but he repeated the order angrily, and she undid the packet. Then she was in a quandary. The stinging-nettles were tied together in a bunch; she couldn't take them by the stalks and offer him the leaves and she was afraid to catch hold of the bunch by the leaves because she would sting her soft palms. However she made up her mind to it, and with little cries, wriggles and grimaces she took the horrid nettles by the leaves and handed them to her lord and master, who snatched them roughly from her.

“Now, on to the bed with you again!” But she raised herself on tip-toe and said gently and submissively: “Yes! but first one kiss. Just one kiss!” He bent down and glued his lips greedily to her in a long passionate kiss. Then, rubbing her hands gently together, she went and laid herself on the bed, with her bottom nicely exposed wriggling her legs about in expectant anguish, she whispered gently: “Please, not too hard; oh, not too hard!” He took a firm grip of the stems of the nettles and swept them vigorously over her tortured backside. She squirmed and wriggling away towards the wall, tried to slip off the bed. But he pulled her back and placing one knee on her naked loins, he kept striking with the nettles, aiming his blows specially at the tender skin on the inside of the thighs. The stinging smart evoked all the lustful feelings of the little woman. While she was howling and sobbing, she was wriggling about in a most lascivious manner and seemed ready to swoon with the intensity of her sexual desire.

At last the tyrant threw away the instrument of torture. He threw himself in a rage of lust upon the woman and licked her bottom and particularly her itching thighs all over. The woman's shrill complaints had now changed to sighs of voluptuous rapture. With a delirious howl of ecstasy she turned over on her back and pressed on her belly the dear tyrant who had flogged her so unmercifully. His prick was in a fine state of erection and ploughed its way proudly into her eager slit. She twined her plump legs round his strong loins and squeezed his pego into her, till the two bellies met and the hair of his manly member and of her delicious pussy formed but one rich forest. All the hard usage was forgotten in this moment of supreme lust.


Text and illustrations from the French edition of the 1920s in PDF format for sale at Eros-Thanatos