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To the extent that formerly I had been playful, selfish, and naughty, so now I became reserved, secretive, and timorous. In other days, I was fond of dangerous games, cricket, bird's-nesting and suchlike, despite my inability to participate in them to the extent of the other youths. Now, by chance, if I saw a bird's nest at the top of a tree, and absentmindedly would imagine how easy it would be to reach it by climbing along yonder thick branch, lying the while upon my chest, extending a hand as far as this other branch or that, I would suddenly become conscious anew of my clothing. What a fine state my glazed kid gloves would be in, and my muslin petticoat, lisle stockings and kid boots! The rough bark of the tree would quickly spoil the beauty of all this finery.
I often reflected that formerly I had been a boy fond of watching a good stand-up fight, though rarely strong enough to give tit for tat. That was why I cultivated rougher boys as friends, and their courage and strength gave me a presence few boys would challenge, which resulted in my seeming to be brave. Now I had no pluck left. The flogging I had received the day of my arrival had taken from me any desire, at any rate for a long time afterwards, to ever avenge myself upon my schoolfellow as a healthy boy would. Instead of taking quick action, or defending myself from others with my fists, I would, like the other youths, descend to cunning and slyness.
I will say no more upon this subject. These recollections are very painful to me, and I do not care to tell to what actions I sometimes resorted. I am now a man and ashamed of the mean actions of these childish days. As I continue this story of my youth, it is with difficulty that I can contain my anger as I think of those who were the cause of demoralization which happily, though no thanks to them, I have outlived.
I thought I had endured every suffering that the cruelty of Lady Flayskin had been able to devise. Thousands of times had I cursed the corset which compressed my ribs, impeding my breathing sorely; the high heels which obliged me to take little, painful, careful steps and to swing my body in a ridiculous manner; the feminine drawers, stockings, and garters. I especially detested the straps which cut into my shoulders if I leaned forward, and the stiff leather collar which so grievously strained my neck and prevented the least forward inclination of my head. In short, all these cruel tortures, to which no force of habit could accustom me, seemed the limit of malignant inventiveness.
I was mistaken.
In an earlier Chapter I have alluded to the black kid drawers worn by Clara.
One day, the directress sent for me. I went to her room with a beating heart. This summons never boded any good. It was invariably a severe reprimanding followed by a flogging sentence, or some other outrage to our feelings.
She began by making me a little speech in which she congratulated me upon the improvement in my conduct. She dwelt lengthily on the advantages of her system of education and asked me if I was of the opinion that my rebellious disposition would ever have been reformed without the discipline of the corset, the high heels, and those gloves so tight that they prevented my fists being clenched when they were worn. As I remained mute, she frowned and repeated:
â€œDo you think so, Alice?â€
â€œYes, my lady.â€
â€œSo you are happy here?â€
â€œVery happy!â€ and I heaved a vast sigh which would have choked me had I tried to restrain it.
â€œYou must now put this on!â€ she said, spreading before my eyes, which found no pleasure in the vision, a pair of those glazed kid drawers such as some of the students wore in this horrible academy.
For a moment I stood dumb and motionless, wondering if just once more I should attempt resistance. Reflecting that I should pay dearly for my folly and imagining Stella's white arm wielding a big birch-rod, I stepped forward, with an air of humble submission, took the garment, and replied:
â€œCertainly, my lady.â€
She loosened my grasp of the garment.
â€œNo. If I had wished you to put it on later, I should have given it to Mrs. Stuart. You must put it on immediately, and I shall help you, for you would never succeed unaided. Come! Undress yourself.â€
Already she had loosened all my buttons with nimble fingers, and, in less time than it takes to relate, I stood before her in my chemise. The first thing I did on being freed from the corset, was to rub my back, whence the skin was slightly rasped, and which was red and sore from continual and excessive compression. This feminine gesture was a successful one! My lady condescended to one of her rare smiles. Then, unwilling to allow so excellent an opportunity for proclaiming the excellence of her establishment to escape, she said:
â€œLook at the proof of your change! Your movement is instinctive. You experience a sensation of irritation so soon as you remove your corset, which shows that it should be taken off as seldom as possible. Let me see if you are perfectly clean.â€
She examined my clean white body, raising my chemise in order to be able to look at me properly. Her fingers traveled lightly over my skin and she appeared contented.
â€œVery good! For a lad, your skin is extraordinary. It is white and delicate. That is not merely the result of the cosmetics employed in this house, and which come, it is true from the best perfumers of London, that your skin is so velvety. It is a natural gift and a precious one which I urge you to value. It is rare to see so soft and feminine a skin in a member of your sex.â€
She bade me be seated and, going upon her knees before me, began to remove my boots.
Such an attention and attitude were of evil omen, and I began to feel very frightened. Her proximity to my own sex was near to unbearable!
When Lady Flayskin had an air of sweetness and a desire to render aid, it was the sign of a fit of cold implacable wrath which was about to burst forth. She resembled the cat whose claws are sharpest and cruelest when the paw seems most soft and velvety.
I endeavored to aid her, astonished and confused at this removal of my boots by the directress, but she pushed my hands away, saying:
â€œNo! No! Keep quiet, will you? I tell you once and for all that I do not wish for interference from my pupils. It is my desire to remove your boots; that is my whim, is it not? Do you understand?â€
The look she gave me showed me plainly that it was not from humility that she performed this servile action.
When my boots had been removed, I was about to take off my long cotton stockings, but she intervened authoritatively: â€œ
No! No! Keep them on! They will not be at all in the way.â€ S
he again took up the kid garment that she had laid upon the back of a chair when about to undress me. It was a garment of a soft, yielding appearance which appeared to me to be much too tight for my body. It was at the same time a sort of vest buttoning up at the side with mother-of-pearl buttons, and a pair of drawers of most slender proportions.
The stockings certainly did not prove to be in the way. But after the legs of the drawers had been pulled up over my slender calvesâ€”as thin and wiry as a stag'sâ€”they refused to mount my thighs.
Lady Flayskin pulled. I stretched out my legs making them as stiff as possible. In spite of myself, I could not help bending my knees, so violent was the strain put upon them by the pulling. Then the wrathful voice of my lady made me tremble.
â€œWill you be so good as to sit quietly, Alice? You are behaving badly on purpose, you bad boy! If you begin again you shall taste the whip before leaving this room.â€
Her threat did not strengthen my powers of resistance. My legs bent again, weak with fear. With compressed lips and furious eyes, Lady Flayskin regarded me in silence. She had abandoned her efforts. Happily for me a diversion took place at this critical moment.
A knock was heard at the door.
It was Mrs. Eagle, the stout under-mistress, leading into the room, in response to my lady's â€œCome in!â€ the three sisters, the pride of the establishment. I have already spoken of these three young ladies and of their waists, whose slenderness was due to the discipline of the corset as prescribed by Lady Flayskin.
My lady looked at them with pride and contentment. Her ill-humor immediately vanished. She forgot it at the sight of her favorite pupils and told Mrs. Eagle to see to the completion of my dressing.
The three ladies, perfect mannequins as regarded their proportions, stood modestly together. The eldest had a transparent complexion and feverish eyes. At the sight of her waist, people wondered how she could move without breaking into two pieces. Her hips were quite round and the appearance of slimness was thus accentuated. Her shoulders were lamentably narrow, but nevertheless appeared broad and finely proportioned by contrast with her slender waist.
The younger sister was my lady's triumph. When first brought to the school, she seemed about to become elephantine. Her appetite, however, was not unusually large. It seemed that everything she ate nourished her, turning to fat and muscle, yet Lady Flayskin showed no disposition to oppose this corpulence. She proscribed neither potatoes nor pastry, and the lass might take as much farinaceous food as she wished. I may say that, as regards food, we were as well treated as the most exacting parents could have required. This was fitting in an establishment which in its way was extremely luxurious and certainly very expensive. I do not think that in the whole of England could have been found an educational establishment whose terms were higher. We certainly had excellent and abundant food, good cooking, together with encouragement on the part of our mistresses to satisfy our appetites. The young lady of whom I am telling you had profited thereby. She ate everything and asked for more, being no different in this respect from some of the other pupils. Big appetites in this establishment were not exceptional, some of the girls being as hearty eaters as the boys.
While placing no obstacle to the girl's increasing corpulence, for her neck, shoulders, arms and legs were becoming of monstrous proportions, Lady Flayskin was careful to see to the diminishing of her waist measure by the continual and judicious employment of suitable corsets.
The results were extraordinary.
It seemed impossible that this young lady, whose chest was compressed and whose stomach was tightly girded night and day, could digest food and continue to grow fat. Yet such was the case. Her disposition was cheerful; ever ready for a joke and a laugh, she was always a source of jesting among her companions who loved her for her gaiety. Sometimes her laughter would terminate in a painful grimace. The inexorable corset was unfavorably disposed to an excess of laughter and made its wearer pay for liberties. It refused to yield so much as half an inch. But the moment of pain would pass, and the girl would become again as lighthearted as ever. Her nature was so generous and gay that she was often the first to attend to some pained and needy victim in the dark of night. I had felt the smooth roundness of her body several times already, and dipped my head into the softness of her breast with great pleasure. And her appetite for consumables in no way lessened her hunger for flesh which stayed well where it belonged! Indeed, I had heard her smack her lips with gusto, appreciating the special offerings of sweet cream that some of the other male students could afford her.
She was of the same height as her elder sister who, as I have just related, was exceedingly tall and seemed even taller on account of her slenderness. The height of the second sister, by reason of her stoutness, appeared less remarkable. The youngest sister was as thin and tall as the eldest, but her frame was even more delicate, while a look of unspeakable sadness veiled the blue depths of her eyes.
Lady Flayskin had punished all three of them for some childish fault or for no fault at all. Had all been guilty at the same time it would indeed have been strange. The notion of a plot was impossible in this establishment, even in the case of sisters. The discipline of the corset not only brought about a reduction of the waist, but also reduced initiative and courage. No one of the pupils would have dared to conceal anything from the mistresses. The fear of the whip, too, was an added incentive to constant and cringing submission.
If one of the pupils had thought of carrying out some plot, no matter how innocent might have been the projected escapade, it is certain that one of those let into the secret, whether boy or girl, would have done their best to swiftly master all the details in order to reveal the whole matter to one of the mistresses without delay.
Lady Flayskin, when in humor to punish, did not require a peccadillo to be necessarily committed by the selected victim. She herself imagined the fault, and the victim experienced the whip. She always contrived to give an appearance of justice to her wrath. Her hypocrisy was unbounded. There was no appeal from her judgments, and any attempt to gain a hearing brought added punishment as the result of such imprudence.
The three sisters stood in a row, very erect, their heads well up and their necks stretched as high as possible. The leather collar, which was worn occasionally by the other pupils, was always worn by these three girls, except when outside the school walls, when habit enabled them to hold up their heads stiffly. They frequently went out walking and visiting and were always accompanied by Lady Flayskin herself. I learned the meaning of these exhibitions later. The four of them would go to parties in the best London society. Apart from ladies of the most aristocratic exclusiveness, there would be politicians of grave and austere mien, merchant princes, judges, all men of note and position, and they would, men or women alike, behave to these unfortunate ladies with nameless barbarity. These people were the friends of the directress of the school. Beneath an exterior of austere morality, all concealed the most vicious instincts. After an elegant dinner, followed by some equally good music or perhaps by a danceâ€”in fact, after an evening spent in a fashion customary in all good societyâ€”an orgy ensued. This would begin by admiring the â€œWasps,â€ as the sisters were called on account of the extraordinary smallness of their waists. Conversation regarding their figures would follow. Then a desire would be expressed to see and handle. After many apparent refusals, Lady Flayskin, liking people to beg her favors, and who wished to make the projected entertainment last longer, would tell the girls to undress. The men would then exert their biceps to the utmost and would endeavor to lace the stays yet tighter. If, as almost invariably happened, the girls fainted, the whip would arouse them from their swoon. I was made to understand that all three of the â€œWaspsâ€ were well acquainted with the method of service which Miss Stella provided Mr. Gostock, and that such behavior was not unheard of among these â€œgentlefolk,â€ many men anxious to hold such unique forms in their arms while thrusting into the same helpless bodies. It made me burn with shame for them, but they seemed to bear this well enough.
At the moment of which I am writing, they were doing their best to smile at Lady Flayskin whose pleasure they were awaiting.
Preferring to leave them in the distress of their uncertainty, the directress turned to me and found me toiling with the nameless â€œcombinationâ€ which was at the same time drawers and jacket, of kid throughout.
Mrs. Eagle was now employing all her strength in the attempt to make the legs of the drawers mount my thighs. The savage fingers of this stout woman pinched the leather and me indifferently. I cried out, unable to bear the pain, and suddenly the image of my newly awakened manhood, compressed behind this barrier of stretched kid, loomed forward in my imagination. How could I bear it? My cries of pain turned more frantic, despite my efforts to control them. Lady Flayskin looked at me tenderly and I began to sob. Whether purposely, as is more probable, or through carelessness, these abominable drawers had been made a great deal too tight. It is true that my gloves were tight also. They yielded a little, though far from sufficiently for comfort. As to Mrs. Eagle, that lady was as red as a tomato and perspired and puffed while becoming more impatient. Nor were her feelings calmed by Lady Flayskin, who watched her with compressed lips and who twice or thrice had coldly remarked:
â€œNot like that! Ah! my poor Mrs. Eagle, I thought you had more skill!â€
The under-mistress, irritated by observations to which she dared not reply, continued her efforts with even more violence and avenged herself on my skin. Her thick, strong fingers would seize and pinch a piece of my skin without pity, while I had to do my utmost to make no sound.
With eyes dilated by pain, I followed the progress of the wretched garment which, in spite of all difficulties, was actually beginning to climb my thighs like a thick black snake.
At last it was accomplished! The sensation of being so compressed was far from agreeable. They had even been obliged to powder the interior of the garment to permit it to be drawn over my body, clammy with pain and fear. My â€œtrouser snakeâ€ was pressed cruelly between my legs, and dampness sprouted there despite the liberal application of powder.
It was now only a question of buttoning the jacket. It was fastened diagonally by mother-of-pearl buttons which began at the left shoulder and ended at the right hip. It was an even more difficult matter than the fastening of the drawers and infinitely more painful! The fixing of the very first button was terrible. My skin had become caught between the button and the button-hole and, in spite of this, the malicious fingers of Mrs. Eagle did their best to complete the buttoning, skin and all. I writhed with pain and she had to struggle anew at her task, though not before administering me a vigorous thump on my head with her heavy hand. I began to moan and weep softly, glad for once that I had no great amount of hair upon my body to be caught up in this devilish garment.
Lady Flayskin again intervened:
â€œWhy do you strike him?â€
â€œHe uses all his efforts to get away. The button was just going in when he shifted again, brute that he is! It's no easy task to dress such a boy.â€
â€œBecause you are clumsy, I repeat. Since he shows a disposition to resist you, his new drawers shall be christened by a good flogging with the horsewhip.â€
I joined my hands together and burst into louder sobs. Hitherto I had only been birched. The horsewhip appeared much more horrible.
Lady Flayskin took no notice of my pantomime of despair. She merely thrust Mrs. Eagle aside and remarked coldly:
â€œGive me your place. As you are unable to dress him, I shall do it myself.â€
The under-mistress did not dare to make the least objection, but she gave me a covert glance of malice which boded ill for me as soon as I should be again alone with her.
Lady Flayskin had not been incorrect in styling the under-mistress as clumsy. She herself made proof of incredible dexterity.
Seizing the button firmly, she put it into the button-hole without pinching my skin at all. Still, the pain she gave me was extreme. She had no thought for my feelings as she compressed my narrow chest. I could scarcely breathe. It seemed to me that my sufferings would never end, except at the expense of crushed ribs. Fear of the whip, however, made me control my feelings as well as I could, although I had but faint hopes of being let off the promised punishment.
Meanwhile, the young ladies with their wasp-like waists had undressed in accordance with the order given them by terrible Lady Flayskin.
They had first of all drawn off their long black kid gloves, hanging them with extreme care upon the backs of their chairs, in such a way that no pair hung lower than another by so much as a fraction of an inch. To this point, the directress, who attached extreme importance to details, paid vigilant attention. Then, still in an orderly methodical manner, they had taken off their dresses. This was an easy matter, but it was otherwise when the corset had to be removed, a terrible and painful undertaking. The three unfortunate girls had their stomachs so compressed that it was impossible to make them recede farther. Taking off their corsets appeared to be a task even more beyond their powers than that of putting them on. The stiffening whalebones appeared inseparable from their flesh, and it seemed impossible to remove the stays without at the same time removing the skin of the wearers. With heads thrown back, pale as death, they struggled until their active fingers became numbed and, for just a moment, they paused. The cutting voice of Lady Flayskin immediately reproved their idleness. They therefore recommenced their seemingly impossible task.
At length, one of them succeeded in undoing a hook. Her corset at once came together yet tighter at the top, compressing her breasts with such violence that, overcome by her sufferings, she almost fell to the ground. She continued her efforts in spite of all, eager to gain a little respite from the awful compression, even at the expense of the whipping which the directress had announced would follow the performance of her task. At length, with a groan, she managed to detach the corset entirely from her body. She held it at arm's length, and with her other hand, she rubbed her back energetically to relieve the unendurable irritation.
All three were now undressed. Their sumptuous clothes were laid out in orderly fashion, each pair of boots placed neatly in front of a chair. I was stupefied at the sight of those boots. My own, at which I had so bitterly grumbled, were not to be compared with these. Their tips were varnished and the leather was picked out in white stitching which showed up effectively on the dark ground. The heels were, of course, very high, and cut away to an extraordinary extent. Indeed, the foot, when encased, seemed almost in line with the leg. The length of the boots, however, was exaggerated, and the toes tapered to a very small point. They mounted high up the leg, as far as the calf which, in these three young ladies, was situated very high up. This is, I am told, an undoubted sign of aristocratic birth.
Whether aristocratic or not, the lines of their figures were very graceful, and perhaps this was entirely due to the efforts of Lady Flayskin.
Incompetent as I was to criticize feminine beauty, these excessively slender waists struck me as ridiculous, more especially in the case of the second sister, whose body filled and stretched her â€œcombination" almost to bursting point. She was a perfect ball of a girl. Her breasts were large and naturally very firm. Her stomach, freed now from the compression of the corset, but squeezed by the leather garment, was nevertheless able to take its natural, somewhat protruding position. In short, her general appearance, with her large shoulders and arms, as big as those of Mrs. Eagle, her thick legs and thighs and swelling calves, formed a striking contrast with the tiny waist, the latter seeming to be a slender isthmus uniting the two voluminous peninsulas of the breast and the vast fat chest with the monstrous hinder parts and hips.
It is to be supposed that Lady Flayskin's opinion and my own were not the same on this subject, and I was careful not to express my thoughts aloud.
I am of this opinion because I noticed the look of satisfaction bestowed by the headmistress upon the three young ladies now clothed so summarily in their tight-fitting black kid combinations. Possibly the mistress's eye shone most as it surveyed the stout chubby-cheeked girl who formed such a contrast with her slender sisters.
They stood in a row, as modestly as they could, although the scanty nature of their costume was such as to reveal with a near approach to indecency, rather than to conceal, the exact shape of the lassies wearing it. They awaited the pleasure of their directress, who was occupied in martyrizing me by buttoning the horrible combination. She did not spare me a single button's agony.
At length her task was completed. The horrible garment was buttoned up. Its coldness struck ice into my bones; it seemed to choke my heart and lungs struggling vainly to resist the attack upon their natural freedom.
It is needless to inquire if I was in dire distress. I suffered even more in mind than in body. The directress ordered me to remove my stockings, and my pains were increased; for, upon trying to lean forward to obey her, this leather corset, at once so supple and so inflexible, resisted all my efforts. I stooped to the right and then to the left, with no more success in one direction than in another.
Fear intensified my discomfort, as the directress laughed, watching my futile efforts to obey her.
Being unable to lean forward, I tried to get on my knees.
The horrible tightness of the drawers impeded all movements. My back seemed paralyzed and I had the notionâ€”no doubt only imaginaryâ€”that the garment was splitting.
If it had really split, how terrible would have been my punishment!
At last, moving my arms in order to ease my shoulders, I succeeded in making these stockings, which I was told to remove, descend a little way. Seeing then clearly that I should never succeed in my task by the employment of hands alone, I adopted another method. I put one foot upon the other, and then, by withdrawing the one which was beneath, endeavored to pull off the stocking at the same time.
The directress said nothing on seeing my fresh device for doing her bidding, but took up a heavy horsewhip from the mantelpiece.
At that moment, though I do not know how I contrived it, I succeeded in raising one foot up to the height of my hand on the same side, and in grasping and removing the stocking; and, as by miracle, I succeeded with the other stocking too.
My costume was now exactly similar to that of the three young ladies, for I wore nothing but the ridiculous combination, formed of a single piece. Chest and thighs were bare, stained with the black of the glazed kid which had effectually left its mark upon my white skin.
But I differed from the girls in having my hair cut short. I was not so very different in general appearance from the eldest and the youngest whose bodies were thin and extremely unpronounced in outline except as regards the waist. On the other hand, I in no way resembled the second sister, whose bulging, enormous proportions would have filled the room had her garment given way.
The directress now examined us at length, measuring and weighing us, and noting the circumference of our waists. The result of her examination she carefully inscribed in a notebook she kept for that purpose.
Then she announced that we now had to submit to the punishment we had merited.
Brandishing the horsewhip with an air of inexorable decision, she took hold of the eldest girl by the nape of the neck and thrust her down on her knees. Her thin hinder parts stretched the drawers so tight that not a wrinkle showed. Then the whip descended with sound and fury, the mistress paying no heed to cries, protestations, and tears of agony.
It was next the turn of the second sister to bend tight her kid-covered vast posterior to the terrible whip, and then the youngest submitted to the same penalty.
My turn arrived only too quickly.
The pain of the application of the rod was even more terrible than those mortal agonies I had gone through while awaiting it. Still crying out with the pain, I had then to dress again with all haste in my girlish clothes, not forgetting the boots, under penalty of receiving a supplementary dose of the birch. Then the four of us were dismissed together, sent back to the dormitory to consider the extent of our wickedness.
Once there, alone on the boy's side, I found that I could not place myself onto my bed as I was accustomed to do. Sitting was impossible; the restriction of the garment and the pain in my posterior saw to that! So I fell forward, like a wooden soldier tumbling from a shelf, and buried my face into my pillow to cry out harsh tears of pain and confusion. For I still knew not why I was so condemned to this torturous life, nor did I have word of my mother and the cruel man who sent me hither. For all this injustice, I wailed and moaned, and the sound of my cries managed to cover the sounds of the three sisters creeping into the room to join me.
It was Jessy who spoke first.
â€œOh! Do not cry so, Alice! We are here to cheer you.â€
I looked up in amazement to behold the three â€œWasps.â€ To my surprise, they did seem to be in a hearty mood, entirely unlike my sulky self-pity which caused me to fall into my bed so wrung out. I wiped my tears with one hand.
â€œI do not understand,â€ I managed to say.
â€œPoor dear! Do not concern yourself. We have been here for many years, and we are not as unused to the lash as you are. But you must be silent, for we cannot be discovered.
Quickly, the three crept to my side, whereupon they all at once put their smooth hands upon my body. They lifted my petticoats and drew away the sash, and exposed once again this black garment which we now all wore. Yet, even through the terrible wall of kid which cruelly imprisoned my flesh, I could feel the cool touch of their fingers and the softness of their palms. My mouth gaped in astonishment, whereupon the eldest gracefully knelt down and kissed me full upon the lips, wrapping her hands around my head. At that moment, I completely and utterly surrendered myself, body and soul, to their ministrations.
One of them found the knob of flesh caught so tightly between my legs and, with assured fingers, began to stroke it, until I felt it would grow to bursting. The sweet torment could have gone on forever in my mind, for the pain and the pleasure mingled until I could no longer discern the difference between the two. With long, smooth caresses of my thighs and back, they made me moan into the eldest's mouth, whereupon she seized me and thrust her tongue into me. My body shook as though I had a fever, and they giggled in girlish delight.
â€œCome, sister; let us see if we are as nimble as Lady Flayskin!â€
With ease, they turned my body about so that I lay upon my back. The rushing stream of pain from my bruised bottom was easily dismissed when Jessy lay her soft, round mouth directly over the triangle where my legs met, and she blew warm air against the kid. I sighed and arched my back somewhat, which caused them to giggle again. Then the eldest made good on the dare uttered by the youngest, and began to unfasten my new garment! Each mother-of-pearl button came undone in a flash, across my entire body, so fast that I lacked time to protest. Stays, ties, and all other garments were swiftly undone, leaving me in my stockings and boots, with the black kid garment undone to my waist. Terrible fears of what would happen to meâ€”to us all!â€”should we be discovered, were lost immediately when two of the sisters put their sweet mouths to my chest, licking, biting and sucking at the tender, pale flesh there. This in combination with Jessy's industrious pressure of hot air upon my sex was a more then adequate diversion from any real danger which threatened me.
â€œDo you like this, then? one of them asked. I was so in a fog, I could not tell which one!
â€œOh! Yes! Yes, miss. I pray, don't stop!â€
â€œAnd would you like to make us feel as nice as you do, young Alice?â€
â€œIndeed! I stammered out. â€œI shall die for you if you wish!â€
They giggled in a satisfied way and continued their pleasures with me. To my wonderment, they shed many of their own garments with much greater ease then they displayed before the headmistress and seemed much amused at my bewilderment. Then, there was a changing of bodies, and one sister rose above me on the bed, presenting me with a view of her delta, her petticoats raised up about her waist. The tightness of the kid covered her completely, yet hid nothing. It was clear to me that the black surface covered some divided flesh, that mysterious place where Mr. Gostock placed his fat organ. I had tasted this womanly flesh before, but I had never actually seen it from this vantage; my nocturnal adventures had taken place in deepest darkness. Remembering the tales of the use that these girls had seen, I quailed for a moment. How many men had placed theirâ€”
But she gave me no chance to consider. Carefully, bracing herself on the brass bars of the bed, she lowered that special place to my face, and I understood that I was to direct oral attention to that place, over the stretched black kid. I did not hesitate once she was comfortable, but thrust out my tongue and brushed it against the surface. To my surprise, the taste was salty yet sweet, and the scent which wafted about me was as intoxicating as opium fumes. I heard her groan above me and began to show her attention and devotion to her great pleasure and liking. So strongly were my attentions focused that when the other two sisters managed to pull down my â€œcombinationâ€ enough to free that tube of flesh which was now as hot as a poker, I barely knew it until Jessyâ€”I knew it had to be Jessyâ€”brought her mouth over it.
There is no better remedy for the pain and humiliation of a good flogging than the application of a hungry mouth to one's generative organs!
In time, each of the sisters took their place at my mouth as each of theirs took position at my flesh. Before long, I knew not who was where, but dove into them with enthusiasm, gently cupping their hot, sore bottoms and bringing their sugary thighs and deltas to my questing mouth. Finally, the eldest sister took her own â€œcombinationâ€ entirely off and lowered her body over me, taking my manhood into her, while Jessy enjoyed my lips and tongue right over her kid-clad bottom, and the youngest sister brought my hands to her covered breasts, to play with her taut nipples. I spent with a fury which denied the femininity of my dress, smothered in girl, covered in the heavy scent of lust and pleasure, my tears wiped away by the steady swiping of soft hair and tightly stretched kid leather.
In my exhaustion, I could barely feel it as the sisters dressed me once again and left me to my thoughts and dreams. Surely, I felt, even as I contemplated my circumstance, there are pleasures here as well as pains. The notation did nothing to ease my anxieties, yet it did serve as a method of surviving the remainder of the day.