Ethel, hardly knowing what she was about, commenced to rub the little
lump, and was surprised still more to find that Minette moved uneasily,
opening and shutting her legs, till at last she heard a profound sigh,
and Minette lay motionless.
Ethel felt a strange throbbing, and her finger was immediately wetted
with a warm gush of thick creamy glutinous something which was emitted
from the cunt of her bedfellow.
This so affected her that she withdrew her finger, and lay apart from
her companion again.
Presently the sleeper awoke, and they dressed, Minette again insisting
on various squeezings and fondlings, which now produced on Ethel a most
strange effect, perfectly incomprehensible to her, whilst Minette
seemed also intensely excited.
However, they descended to breakfast without any further adventure,
except that another pupil, Mademoiselle Rosalie, a frolicsome blonde,
handed Ethel on the sly a piece of poetry in English, which she
pretended she could not read herself but which might perhaps interest
"la belle Anglaise."
Ethel put the printed slip away in her bosom, and afterwards read at
her leisure as follows, a very comical parody:
PITY THE SORROWS
(Parody on Pratt's "Pity the Sorrows of a Poor Old Man," Annual
Register 1770, page 222)
Pity the sorrows of a fat young wife,
Whose youth and vigour make her pine the more!
Whose bounding pulse with hot desire is rife,
O give relief, and heaven shall bless your store!
These rosy cheeks, my bursting youth bespeak,
These beaming eyes proclaim my ardent quim,
But O! my husband is so cold and weak,
I might be dead, and buried too, for him!
My widow'd sister Mary pines like me,
But while he liv'd, her husband was a man!
My married sister Lucy smiles to see,
How oft I'm baffled since my hopes began!
I will not, cannot tell, for very shame,
All that is wanting to the married state,
To be a wife in nothing but the name,
Is a most wretched, miserable fate!
Though chaste in heart, and willing to be chaste,
What virtue can withstand the waltz's whirl?
Tom, Jack, or Harry's arm about my waist,
Belly to belly throbbing, boy with girl!
To sup on partridges and to drink champagne,
Stirs my hot blood to fever's ardent glow,
And then the waltzing round and round again,
Drives me quite mad! O what, what can I do?
I'd willingly be wise and chaste, God knows!
But O, it drives me wild with amorous pain,
To feel the embracing arms of waltzing beaux,
To meet the piercing glance of charming men!
O, tell me, have I err'd? Impart the truth!
My inmost heart is open to conviction,
Deeper, O deeper still, dear vigorous youth,
O, give me every inch of thine erection!
Pity the sorrows of a fat young wife,
All, all my sins are lying at your door,
Bestow on me the biggest joys in life,
Oh, give relief, and heav'n shall bless your store!
Our school-girl was more perplexed than ever by this effusion: what was
that something always required by blooming young wives or widows so
mysteriously hinted at in the lines as she read them over and over
again to herself?
At the close of their morning studies Madame Cul addressed her pupils
and stated that Mademoiselle Rosalie had not completed her French
exercises to her satisfaction, and as she could not allow idleness and
carelessness to exist in her establishment, she would be birched in the
presence of the whole school after luncheon.
Ethel stared in amazement, but Minette lovingly placed her arm round
her waist and whispered, "It is the custom here, but you will soon get
used to it, and even enjoy the sight."
According, before the commencement of afternoon studies, Madame Cul
entered the schoolroom, followed by two well-formed but muscular and
strong housemaids, and when all were assembled, said, "Mademoiselle
Rosalie, come here and take off everything except your chemise, shoes
and stockings. The maids will assist you to do so."
The poor girl advanced tremblingly, for she had not long entered the
establishment, and this was but her second birching.
When she was divested of her dress Madame Cul directed one of the
housemaids to assist her in getting on the other one's back, where she
was securely held by the hands, the servant acting as horse, having her
firmly gripped by each wrist, whilst the other strong young woman was
directed to hold the victim's legs well apart.
Ethel gazed as if fascinated by the pretty and luscious sight presented
to her view; it was so exciting to see Rosalie, who was about sixteen,
with an exquisitely fair complexion, her face flushed with shame, with
deep blue eyes brimful of tears, just ready to run down the crimson
cheeks, as Madame Cul raised first her skirts, which brought to view
the poor girl's pretty legs, dressed in most interesting boots, white
silk stockings, and delicately trimmed drawers.
The poor girl seemed to quiver all over with emotion, as she first
sobbed and then cried for mercy in a most piteous broken voice, "Oh,
Madame, do pray punish me in private as you did at first. Ah, no, no! I
can't bear the shame of their all seeing my poor naked bottom."
"Silly girl, hold that whimpering noise, you deserve all this disgrace,
did I not tell you how I would punish you before the whole school next
time?" said Madame, evidently with some excitement, as she opened the
girl's drawers behind, and pinned up the tail of her chemise with all
the rest of the impedimenta round the victim's waist, till at last they
had a very fair view of Rosalie's lovely little pink-lipped cunt, upon
which the incipient growth of soft down was only just beginning to be
perceptible, and another delightful item displayed to view was her
tight wrinkled little bum-hole, set in a frame of soft-tinted delicate
brown, beautifully in contrast with the snowy whiteness of the
well-developed buttocks.
Madame now raised the birch with which she was provided, and commenced
to lash the bottom so invitingly exhibited, increasing the severity of
her cuts as she went on. Then resting a little she seemed to watch with
much satisfaction the wriggling of the fair penitent, the cheeks of
whose bottom were a fiery red.
When she recommenced, the birching was directed to the inside of the
victim's thighs, and even on the lips of that delicately pink little
cunt, with light smart touches, evidently intended to inflame the parts
rather than cut them up.
Rosalie, her dark eyes now full of sensuous humidity, her face burning
scarlet, alternately sobbed and cried as she commenced afresh to
struggle wildly, so that the servants with all their strength could
scarcely hold the plunging victim.
Madame Cul stopped the punishment, and to Ethel's intense surprise, she
saw Rosalie's bottom-hole open and shut, whilst the throbbing lips of
her cunt emitted a thick, whitish-looking liquid, which oozed forth in
spasmodic gushes.
"Enough! She spends, the lewd girl; it only shows the prurient ideas
girls must have when my birching affects them in such a sensual manner.
Fie for shame, Mademoiselle Rosalie, what have you done?" exclaimed
Madame, as she sank into a chair and seemed ready to faint herself,
whilst the humidity of her eyes seemed the very counterpart to that
sensuous look in her victim.
Recovering herself in a few moments, she directed them to release
Rosalie, and then left the room.
During this extraordinary scene Minette had placed her hand behind
Ethel and squeezed the cheeks of her bottom, also endeavoring to force
it between her thighs as well as she could, considering how the
intervening dress hindered this operation. Nevertheless our innocent
novice could not help opening her legs a little, and felt a strange
indescribable sensation of pleasure.
The other girls were moving restlessly on their seats and, in fact,
were using dildoes concealed under their drapery.
When Minette and Ethel retired for the night, the former complained of
the heat, and suggested that they should sleep without any covering or
night dresses, and by way of example got into bed in a state of perfect
nudity.
Ethel, not wishing to be thought prudish or ill-natured, first
extinguished the light, and then threw off her chemise. Joining her
companion bedfellow also quite naked, they embraced each other warmly
and Minette, placing her hand on Ethel's bottom, forced their cunts
together. She trembled from head to foot, but when Minette asked her to
squeeze her in a similar manner, she did so at once, and did not resist
the insertion of one of her fair thighs between her own.
Minette now kissed her furiously, thrusting her tongue into Ethel's
mouth, causing her to feel the most extraordinary sensations.
"Ethel, my darling," she said, "what did you think of Rosalie's
birching, has she not got an exquisite bottom and pussy? Was it not
awfully exciting when it throbbed?"
At the same time she gently placed her hand on Ethel's cunt, and
commenced to suck one of her nipples, whilst one finger was titillating
her companion's incipient clitoris, which, although so small as to be
scarcely visible, was tremendously sensitive to these tender and
lascivious touches by such an experienced tribade.
"Oh, oh, pray don't, you make me feel so sick—so odd—I tremble all
over—I can't say how I feel—and yet—yet—," said Ethel in a whisper,
hardly knowing what to do as she struggled to get away a little from
her rude bedfellow.
This only excited Minette the more, as she held the young girl firmly
in her embrace, redoubling her ardent caresses, which seemed to send
such a thrill of exquisite warmth through Ethel's entire frame that she
was powerless to resist such seducing endearments.
Minette was not slow to take advantage of her conquest. Reversing her
position all of a sudden, she forced her head between Ethel's thighs
and commenced to suck her cunt, plunging her amorous velvety-tipped
tongue in as far as it would go, or biting the little clitoris in such
a way that her companion was almost mad with a feeling she could not
yet fully understand.
She again struggled to release herself, but it was in reality only a
semblance of resistance—the last faint protest of her modest nature
before thoroughly surrendering herself to all the voluptuous games of
Minette.
At last her head fell back, her throbbing cunt was raised to meet those
warm, loving kisses, and then for the first time in her life, she
really spent—and fainted.
When she recovered she threw herself into Minette's arms, saying, "Oh,
I have indeed been in heaven. What did you do to make me feel so?"
Her bedfellow hastened to fondle her again, and before another hour had
passed they were mutually frigging, gamahuching, and spending amid
cries of delight. In fact, Ethel was thoroughly taught every pleasure
possible to tribadism.
The following day another girl was birched in school, and at night
Minette proposed to Ethel that they should go into the next dormitory,
after the lights were extinguished, and see what was going on, as the
birched girl slept there.
They did so, and Ethel stood spellbound.
Twelve girls, of ages varying from ten to sixteen, were all lying in a
confused heap on two of the beds that had been placed close together,
and they were sucking, frigging, and fucking each other with dildoes.
Minette rushed to the bed and speedily mingled with the spending mass
of girlhood, whilst Ethel, utterly unable to resist the impulse, ran
forward also to the birched girl and was soon sucking her cunt, whilst
other girls sucked her nipples or excited her almost to madness by
working their fingers in her sensitive bottom-hole. After exhausting
themselves with every kind of lubricity, they returned to their own
room.
The next morning Ethel felt so fatigued she could not complete the task
assigned her in school.
As she was leaving for recreation Madame Cul called her to one side,
and said: "You have incurred punishment by your neglect, but as you are
evidently in a rather nervous state, I will inflict it in my bedroom.
Come to me immediately after afternoon studies."
At the appointed time Ethel tremblingly sought Madame Cul's bedroom.
The schoolmistress, after locking the door, proceeded to assist her in
removing all her clothes. When this was accomplished she directed her
to lie on a velvet couch that was covered with cushions. This she did,
and Madame Cul adjusted her in such a manner that while lying on her
belly one of the velvet cushions lay between her extended thighs.
She now commenced to birch her with light stinging cuts that, although
not apparently heavy enough to break or lacerate her delicate skin, had
such a smarting effect that Ethel felt she must scream to relieve the
pain. This was presently succeeded by a warm voluptuous glow that sent
a tremor through her whole frame. She felt as though she wanted to pee,
and yet that did not seem the reason of her strange sensations.
As the birching proceeded, Madame occasionally placed her hand on the
bottom of the penitent, which tended so to increase Ethel's excitement
that, wildly squeezing the cushion between her thighs, she spent
copiously.
Madame, delighted to see what had happened, lifted her own skirts and
with a few insertions of her finger produced the same result on herself.
When she had recovered she ordered Ethel to rise, then pretending to
notice the moisture on the pillow, asked her what she had been doing.
Poor Ethel blushed scarlet, and looked awfully distressed.
"Come here, my darling," Madame said, "let me see what has been the
matter with you," and she took her across her knees, extending her on
her back.