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It was as the headmistress had predicted. The slender waist of Miss Malville made a sensation. The glory of the â€œThree Waspsâ€ was dimmed somewhat.
On Sunday, at church, the men were transfixed with admiration as they looked at the figures of the female students, while the women went pale with envy. As for us boys, we, too, shared in these attentions, as owing to our tight-laced corsets, the lack of hair upon our lips and chins, and the delicate mannerisms of our walk and the tone of voice we were permitted to sound, we were likewise taken for girls. Tall, clumsy girls, in my case, and perhaps homely ones. Yet we were ladies nonetheless! Our modest, becoming air, our short little steps, the way we had of keeping our eyes lowered, all these and other outward signs aided the deception.
For the present no one had eyes except for Miss Malville, who, in her person was the embodiment of all the graces, due to the inexorable discipline of our establishmentâ€”the stays worn night and day, the high boots with their exaggerated heels, the gloves of glazed kid reaching above the elbow.
Lady Flayskin had likewise made her don the â€œcombination,â€ that garment which was bodice and drawers in one, and made of black glazed kid fitting exceedingly tight.
She had been spared the shoulder straps, nor had she ever worn the leather collar.
It is true that Virginia carried herself so perfectly upright that in her case, these objects would have proved absolutely superfluous.
Lady Flayskin was practical, before everything. If the carriage of the body was correct, why use artificial aids?
Meanwhile, an event of the highest interest took place. It had been expected and no one was taken by surprise.
One day, the headmistress announced, in a manner even more ceremonious than that to which we were accustomed, that there would be no school the following day. We were all invited to the wedding of worthy Mr. Gostock with pretty Stella.
The austere, hypocritical old fellow had long meditated this action. His dissimulation had deceived nobody, so true is it that passion always betrays itself. We had one and all expected either a marriage or an elopement, and the only thing which surprised us was that one or other of these contingencies had not occurred long ago.
Mr. Gostock was almost an old man, and he was marrying a girl who had scarcely had time to greet her nineteenth summer.
In our opinion, he was marrying her less for her grace and prettiness than because she would be so good to whip, and so good with one!
There was great reason to believe that the pious American reveled in the pastime of flagellation. He was passionately fond of seeing youthful students whipped and was always on the spot at the precise moment when Stella was about to apply the birch to a rebellious posterior. So soon as the â€œtrussingâ€ of the victim began, he quickly made his way to the best place. Then, with eyes which ordinarily seemed dead, mere colorless marble devoid of all expression, and now aflame with a lugubrious light, he literally drank in the scene of suffering. He intoxicated himself with the spectacle, uttering little involuntary yelps of pleasure. There was something repulsive in this greedy satisfaction, and we were terrified and disgusted, though we should have found it difficult to say why, by the sight of him at these moments.
With the natural gaiety of our youth we found that there was more to laugh at than to fear in Mr. Gostock. With great irreverence we would mock his mannerisms and his words. We laughed at his senile passions, his expression of face, and his clothes. Nothing about him escaped our raillery.
His animation always increased as the tears of the victim flowed faster; when the sufferings became more intense and the cries more piercing.
When the punishment was ended, it was Mr. Gostock's wont to congratulate Stella in pompous language which was really ridiculous. He always thought it necessary to allude to the decency and high morality of the proceeding. His face would be as red as a tomato, and his trembling hands would shift about here, there, and everywhere. He usually found it necessary to toy affectionately with Stella's chin or else to pat her white arms until, finally, his lust would overcome him and he would take her, in some way, right upon the spot where the last punished youth had been.
I recall one day when I was to see the remarkable sight of Miss Stella drawn upon her knees before the cold Mr. Gostock, whereupon she took his manhood into her soft white hands and played upon it like a roll of soft dough, until it rose to great size before our very eyes.
I had already become accustomed to having my own prong touched, gripped, and mouthed in the darkness of my bed, but to see it in daylight before the classroom was a sight which caused us all to color and grow warm.
When Mr. Gostock's root had achieved its full growth, the pretty Miss Stella then sank her red lips over it and sucked it nicely, causing more then a few of us to groan in sympathetic pleasure. She drank his spunk down with the ease of a sailor drinking sweet water, and was on her feet receiving his gracious thanks before we could barely regain our composure.
(The sight led many of us to each other's side that night, daringly attempting to duplicate this achievement.)
There was nothing astonishing, therefore, in his marrying her.
The ceremony was a notable one. We learned through the gossip of the servants the real reasons of the marriage, together with certain edifying details regarding the married life of this virtuous man.
He was very rich. It was this fact which decided exceedingly good-looking Stella to accept him as husband and to humor his whims. It may be added that the taste for whipping was shared by both.
The coquetry of this young lady succeeding in securing a man so ripe in years and so free, on account of his wealth, to choose a partner from any country or station in life which took his fancy, would seem very strange, if due account is not taken of a certain prime factor: astute Lady Flayskin.
The headmistress had planned to join in indissoluble union these two beings so admirably suited for one another. She succeeded without difficulty. Stella understood perfectly her ladyship's directions as to what should and what should not be done in her courting of the American.
Never for a moment had she deviated from the rules laid down for her guidance by Lady Flayskin.
While keeping her air of childish innocence, she had become skilled in whetting the appetites of Mr. Gostock. The cruelty and science of her chastisements made her irresistible in the eyes of her elderly admirer, and she knew further how to stimulate his feelings by her gestures when her punishments were terminated. She would notice by signs he could never dissimulate that his passions were awakened and she would then, as though inadvertently, lay a caressing hand upon the rounded spheres in front of her. At such moments, Mr. Gostock had difficulty in containing himself, and would reach down to the center joint between his legs and idly stroke the rising rod within. Then would Miss Stella resume the flogging? Certainly, and with greater gusto, causing Mr. Gostock's cheeks to become flushed and his eyes to bulge forward, fixed upon her as a gnat is drawn to light.
Thus she snared both his attention and his lust. And by allowing him to slake his passions upon her pretty body, she had captured his adoration. Upon desks and chairs, and even upon the polished floors, they would cling to each other and spend together; a romance of two minks could not have been less writhing. And still they would be unsated, for they would choose special students for further debauchery in the private confines of Mr. Gostock's chambers. I had heard from lads and girls alike of their tastes for rutting upon the burning body of a recently beaten youth. And it appeared that Stella had inherited from her mistress some tastes of a woman-lover, and she would compel some female student or another to please her in the most intimate of ways, bestowing kisses and long licks to her regions of pleasure. It was said that she most enjoyed such attention immediately after receiving Mr. Gostock's offering to Venus, so that the poor girl was forced to taste the spendings of both man and woman at once.
Yes, we â€œchildrenâ€ had discovered many things during nights spent together in the dormitory. We had even reached the stage of rendering one another certain small services in the presence of the under-mistresses and the directress herself, for we had found that such services were a very great relief to the feelings after a painful flogging, and that the directress was not displeased by this behavior. Eventually, not long after I had arrived and been adapted to life at this curious school, the students became accustomed to soothing each other in the very classroom with a cascade of kisses and with strokings of the most intimate of natures. We would play upon reddened, wounded flesh with our fingers and tongues, murmuring comforts and encouragements until the poor victim was eased enough to respond to us. We knew the best medicine for poor, smarting, itching thighs and the whip always had upon us a certain nervous effect. Soon, we would reach a sort of frenzy, and glance nervously toward our directress, waiting for that nearly imperceptible nod which would mean that one of us would clamber into a suitable position and then, with a great and gentle manner, proceed to suck the victim, stag or doe, as it were, until they spent.
It was due to this knowledge that we perfectly understood that the actions and gestures of Stella, for all her attractive air of innocence, were only a piquant preface. We were able to follow all the stages of Stella's treatment without difficulty.
Mr. Gostock was a widower.
But by his first marriage he had no children. He and his wife had adopted, from the poorhouses of the area, an entire household of children, ranging in age from twelve to sixteen. He had left them in America in the charge of a womanâ€”a saint, as he was wont to say, in whom he could repose entire confidence.
Ah! His confidence was well placed! She was in effect a holy woman, after the heart of the respectable Yankee. By her vicious practices, the pious dame had taught bad habits to the three boys. Then, under the pretence of punishing them, she had obliged them to behave in the presence of their father in the manner they behaved when alone. Naturally such sessions ended in terrible collective floggings.
During the lifetime of his first wife, Mr. Gostock had had carnal intercourse with this holy woman. She had grown old. Then Mr. Gostock saw Stella at work and had become enamored of the girl. He counted upon her to punish his â€œsonsâ€ and see to the education of his â€œdaughters,â€ and to then practice such diversions upon him, his housemaids, stable boys, or anyone else, as he chose! He was not disappointed in his hopes. Now, as six years had passed, he was prepared to take her to his home, and â€œtry her outâ€ on these poor young folk who had thought they were acquiring a loving pair of parents and a kind home. They were now a collection of youths ranging from eighteen to two-and-twenty years of age, living upon the generosity of their benefactor, untrained for any work or method of livelihood, ripe for the exploitive uses which Mr. Gostock had planned for.
As I have already frequently had occasion to remark, everything became known that transpired in the mysterious establishment of Lady Flayskin. Tongues were not idle. Voices were not raised, but they talked nonetheless for all that. Our sharp ears surprised every happening. The girlish education and costume seemed to arouse in us young men a feminine appetite for scandal and gossip.
If means of information as to what was happening about us were otherwise lacking, we found in the servants' gossip all we sought. It was for the most part perfectly reliable, for the servantsâ€”like other members of the humbler classesâ€”did not believe that any embellishments proceeding from their own simple brains could make truth more wonderful or interesting.
In the course of conversation, they would tell what they knew to the elder pupils, who naturally found nothing better to do than to repeat what they had learned to the younger.
The stories would go the round of the school and, contrary to gossip in a bigger world, did not vary nor grow as it passed from mouth to mouth.
In this way we were kept fully informed of the doings of the little world about us.
Thus, too, we learned what happened in Mr. Gostock's new home.
The day after his wedding, the American decided that he could not occupy himself better than in beating his â€œchildren.â€ The scene was the dining room at the hour of dinner. He found that all of them were at fault, and to each addressed a reproof, although not one of the poor adopted youths was to blame. Since the death of their female guardian, they had been in the habit of paying trembling attention to their good conduct. Deprived for long of all affection or tenderness, very unhappy in the charge of the woman to whom their â€œfatherâ€ had entrusted them, they hoped to find in their new stepmother something of that love and maternal devotion they so sadly missed.
Children of all ages readily believe appearances and believe in the goodness of those they find young and beautiful to look at. Fine appearances are often a rich source of deception, though it is true some carry their delusions on this score with them through their riper years.
The poor former urchins, forks in hand, now listened to the slow, measured tones of their austere-visaged foster-father, who told them many things they found disagreeable to hear, together with a plentiful sprinkling of such words as â€œdecencyâ€ and â€œmoralityâ€!
Malicious Stella had immediately understood to what such observations, addressed by her husband to his â€œchildren,â€ were intended to lead. They listened to her as to an angel, for she was a lady of an age with them; only one of this group was indeed younger than she!
As she spoke, the pack of former urchins was charmed by her pure crystal tones and, feeling reassured, they turned their attention anew to their plates.
Alas! they were greatly in error.
What pretty Stella proposed to her virtuous husband was simply to flog them, there and then, upon their bare bottoms.
â€œThey really merit a flogging on account of their behavior at table,â€ she said. â€œIt is plain that they have been brought up deplorably, and if the whip is not immediately applied, we shall have a great deal of trouble with them in future. We shall not be able to have our meals in peace with them at the table. We shall have to be continually employing cross words. In my opinion, even the adopted children of so respected a father should have good principles instilled into them, and the sooner the better. It is horrendous that they should be so rude and unskilled in the most simple social graces at their ages! Why, they are practically wild beasts rather than young ladies and gentlemen. If you have no objection, shall we begin immediately?â€
The wretched old fellow felt his cup of joy running over as he saw his wishes so perfectly understood. He felt that this was indeed a fit realization of the dream his heart had nursed so long. Kissing the hands of his sweet young wife, he told her that she was mistress in her own house and begged her to do as she thought best.
Thereupon, doubtless with the object of heightening her husband's amorous desires and giving him further joy, vicious Stella fell into his arms as though transported with gratitude and rewarded him with a long, affectionate kiss.
Then she went to the collection of birch rods in a corner of the room, and chose from among them those which appeared most suitable. Stella possessed to an admirable degree a sense of proportion. Accordingly, for the elder â€œchildren,â€ who were not long older then she but larger as well, she chose thick and heavy rods, while for the smaller her choice was made from among the slender and tapering bunches of birch.
All, therefore, were whipped, beginning at the eldest and concluding with the youngest, tears and protestations making not the smallest difference in their sufferings. Each one after being whipped had to ask their papa's pardon and promise to be good in future. The penitent had to go upon his or her knees, with face turned to the wall. In this position, the young women had to hold up, with both hands, their chemise and petticoats, while the males whose trousers were about their ankles had to similarly raise their shirttails. In this position they had to remain until the end of the meal. Their choking sobs and stifled wails of suffering agreeably supplied the place of skilled musicians, in the opinion of virtuous Mr. Gostock. From time to time he cast his eyes along the row of bruised, scarred sterns, this exhibition of the flesh of his flesh beaten so pitilessly. His face would then light up with a smile of content while he kissed the fair hands on his adorable young bride. Upon which she said, slyly:
â€œShall we not teach these poor wretches the proper methods of soothing such hurts?â€
Mr. Gostock could deny her nothing. Thus, the â€œchildrenâ€ of the house, all being young men and women from the lower classes and utterly at the mercy of the conniving pair, were taught to stroke and touch one another with the purpose of arousal, and thence to press their lips to bruised flesh. Being unrelated, they had no â€œtabooâ€ against such behavior, and the more they were rewarded for it, the better they learned it! Before long, Mr. Gostock could spend an entire evening watching the quite systematic beatings of five handsome young people, and then caress his young wife as the pack of five sank to the floor in an orgy of â€œsoothingâ€ which would make him cry out for mercy!
This scene, alternated with othersâ€”for lovely Stella's imagination matched her intelligenceâ€”was often re-enacted.
For the rest, Mr. Gostock had only to let fall a word to find it immediately understood by his wife, who deferred to his every passing whim to the despair of the hindquarters of the adopted members of his household.
Soon they had for their amusement a team of debauched youths, whose only life consisted of dressing in constricting, humiliating clothing, practicing all forms of strange and uncomfortable exercises, and then falling upon each other in lust, rutting at the command of the master and mistress of the house.
Not only had Mr. Gostock made arrangements in his will whereby everything which by law had not to revert to his â€œchildrenâ€ should fall to his wife, but he had further (so skilled was he in legal chicanery) managed to despoil his lawful heirs of nearly all their legal inheritance in favor of this second wife so greatly and unfairly favored.
In exchange, Stella gave him all the happiness one can hope for on this earth when united to a lawful wife and awaiting a better worldâ€”that paradise where, doubtless for the joy of virtuous Americans, the angels whip little children and cause grown lads and girls to caress each other in depravity!
But I have anticipated. It is difficult to be as orderly in one's narrative as in one's ideas, more especially in the case of a narrative opening out so many attractive bypaths as the present.
I return therefore, after this digression, to the marriage rejoicings of Mr. Gostock. We were all invited, and we were in charge of the headmistress.
Early in the morning, we allâ€”servants, pupils, and governessesâ€”took our places in two breaks, drawn, each of them, by four horses to the gay music of two energetic posthorn players. The populace of the villages rushed to their doors and gates to see us pass, attracted by the music and the horses. We were flattered by the remarks of the country wenches, women, and their husbands, and by the cries of exclamation or admiration of the children, but I think we took an especial pleasure in the somewhat sour, unmistakably envious looks of the elder girls. We had no need to hold our heads as though we had been supplied with bearing-reins. We did not wear the cruel collar, but our stays kept our figures in excellent shape and very erect. It is hardly necessary to say that all corsets had been laced under the eye of the headmistress and that her ladyship had paid particular attention to the operation.
The nine miles which separated us from Mr. Gostock's house at Faversham were covered in an hour and a quarter.
Of the actual ceremony I shall say nothing except that, as always, our waists did not fail to attract considerable attention. After the service, fine ladies fingered and felt the â€œThree Waspsâ€ and asked them questions. The replies were dictated by what they knew to be their headmistress's wishes, otherwise their questioners would have received some strange revelations. The young ladies, it is unnecessary to add, made their answers with perfect politeness and amiability.
Lady Flayskin's prediction was realized. The triumph of the â€œThree Waspsâ€ was as nothing in comparison with that of Miss Virginia Malville.
Virginia had paid dearly for her glory. Interminable sleepless nights were only a part of the price she paid for the admiration and astonishment aroused by a waist whose like had never hitherto been seen.
The headmistress had spared no pains with this unique example of the power of corset discipline.
The corset! Dread word whose meaning the poor girl at length thoroughly understood! In the morning, before she rose, Virginia was wont to receive three visitors: the headmistress and those two strong-armed servants whose task it had been on the day of Virginia's first flogging to thrust her back into the classroom.
These visitors would find Virginia relapsing into a short, fitful slumber after a night of weariness and wakefulness.
It was necessary that she should rise. Her night-corset was taken off in order that her day-corset might be put on. In the evening, when retiring to rest, the same persons paid their visit and performed the contrary operation.
At these visits, the headmistress would measure, calculate, and take careful note of the effects of the lacing on the ever-diminishing size of her pupils' waists.
The night-corset was scarcely in any respect different from the day-corset. The former, however, was of strong linen, instead of brocaded silk. Its busks and whalebones were less stiff and unyielding and close than in the case of the day-corset. But as regarded the sole particular which aroused any interest in the victim, the lacing, in both cases, remained the same.
The same set of rules sufficed for the other boys and girls of the school. In the case of the â€œThree Wasps,â€ and Virginia Malville, there was a special and severe code. It was upon Virginia that these regulations of a severer order weighed heaviest. Both as regards her corset, boots, and gloves, the headmistress was pitiless. No relaxation of their discipline was ever permitted in Virginia's case.
The night-corsets did not serve to hinder our nighttime activities in the least. The â€œWaspsâ€ were most adept at refastening an undone corset or combination, as they had demonstrated with me. And besides that, it was while in a corset that I first rose above a young lady and sank my manhood into her, so I can personally attest to the lack of stricture it created!
What a sight it must have been! For, to be sure, it was Jessy who was the first to receive the fullness of my spunk, taking it while she lay upon her back, instead of lowering her body upon mine. Such a great big girl she was, soft and rounded, and I, a tall lad in girl's clothing, rising above her in the night. Together, we were a mating of giants, a grotesque. Yet we were filled with joy in our release. She did me great honor by whispering about my strength and size to the other ladies, and though she had been first in that manner, she was by no means my last!
For soon thereafter, each night another female pupil came to me, and caressed me to full strength in order to have me ride her to all pleasures. And, more then once, I had felt beneath me to understand that there was not a girl but a young man under my body, a comrade, but I had found out too late to do anything about it but enjoy the sensation.
But it was the feminine form which captured my heart as well as my flesh, and how I loved to feel the roundness of their flanks, the firm flesh of their bubs, how I loved the very scent of their essence upon my skin! And I especially loved to cup their sore, tender rears as I rose above them, carefully sinking my root into their bodies while holding them against those parts of the body which burned with soreness.
To state the fact of the matter, the only girl student I had not so taken by the time of the wedding was the ever-forbidden Miss Virginia. For she was a special case, deserving of much private attention from the directress and Mr. Gostock and his bride-to-be, and could not be easily approached.
To do justice to the truth, it must be acknowledged that Virginia had a very distinguished and attractive appearance. Her tallness was accentuated by her high heels. Her sculptural leg and aristocratic foot were shown to their very best advantage in the arched boots reaching up the leg as far as the swelling calf. Her fine sloping shoulders and classic throat gained a perfection of outline (if such had previously been lacking) from the corset compressing the waist to a space easily encircled by the ten fingers. Her plump arm showed a glimpse of its pure white satin beauty just above the elbow where the long black kid glove ended. Her hand was long and slender, that of a lady of noble birth skilled in the weaving of tapestry. One could imagine a hunting glove worn to protect those tapering fingers from the fierce falcon poised upon milady's wrist as her champing palfrey bore her to the chase.
Had Lord Malville seen his daughter at this moment, he would certainly have been astonished, proud, and happy. He would no doubt also hunger to see her attended by some young â€œsoothers,â€ who would make her shed her reserve and her daintiness.
Formerly the haughty heiress had shown herself conscious of her charms. It was not so now. The difficulty of breathing was now the only thing of which she thought, for so soon as she became in the least degree used to any measurement in her stays, the headmistress gave directions that the lacing should be tighter.
Where would matters stop?
We all asked the question, though with more curiosity than pity. Each of us had sufficient personal discomfort to put up with without thinking too much about Miss Malville's troubles, however real they might be to that young lady.
Virginia was forced to veil her feelings in a constant smile, for such was the headmistress's desire. She ordained that smile in tones that there was no disputing. It was necessary to smile.
Virginia was of a deathly pallor whose ghastliness every now and then alternated with the deep red flush which would involuntarily rise to her cheeks to prove her sufferings. From time to time, she coughed and, when she thought she was unobserved, spat into her handkerchief. Then she would smile perpetually, like one of those panting ballet-girls, also laced tightly in torturing corsets while going through their violent exercises. They always appear content, whether they are balancing on the tips of their toes, or submitting after their exertions to the cold draughts of the stage or green-room. For the spectators they have always the same delighted smile.
Poor Virginia, whose role was so similar, had, at the expense of her own feelings and sufferings, to make a parade of joy for the benefit of Lady Flayskin and for the pleasure of the aristocratic circles with whom the directress's influence and popularity were of so pronounced a nature.
After dinner, a meal magnificently served, as befitted the occasion and the great wealth of the bridegroom, we were taken to a large room which was afterwards to be our dormitory for the night. Here we washed ourselves and made as perfect a toilette as was possible. Lady Flayskin's severe and vigilant eye was upon us, all the time, nor did that lady fail to improve the occasion by lecturing us in her usual half sermonizing, half reprimanding manner.
She told us that at this evening's party we should see represented all the families of the neighborhood, the very cream of local society. All were anxious to pay a tribute of respect to Mr. Gostock on his wedding day, and a tribute of admiration to the pupils of Lady Flayskin's establishment who were known to be among the guests.
Lady Flayskin asked us, parenthetically, to admire the mysterious ways of Providence, which had, so to speak, taken Mr. Gostock by the hand and conducted him to the celebrated establishment of which we were members, with the sole aim of enabling him to appreciate the solid and excellent qualities of Miss Stella and of thus deciding him to make that young lady his lawful wife in the presence of God and men.
Here Lady Flayskin closed her parenthesis, but thought it fitting to commence another immediately. With lowered voice and finger laid upon her lips, looking about with an air of extraordinary discretion and circumspection, she informed us that Stella had been but a poor orphan, but that she, Lady Flayskin, had discovered her nascent sterling qualities when the girl was only ten years old.
This example of evangelistic charity next served her ladyship as text for a discourse upon the beauties of the discipline of the corset, gloves and high-heeled high bootsâ€”in short, upon all the virtues of kid. She, however, omitted to allude to the virtues of the rod, prime cause of the good fortune of whipping Stella.
She further earnestly exhorted us to be polite and well-mannered, as befitted guests in such distinguished company. She added (and thought it fitting at this part of her discourse to assume an enigmatic smile) that if the corset of Stella had made so marvelous a conquest, there was room to hope that all the other young ladies, whose corsets were similarly tight-laced, would be similarly fortunate. As to the boys, she said, marriage was not for the present to occupy their thoughts. They must, however, strive this evening, by their modest mien and becoming conduct, to show themselves worthy of the establishment whose privileges they were permitted to enjoy, and of the feminine costume in which that establishment's regulations, for their highest good and in their best interests, thought fit to clothe them.
After this curious speech, which had lasted a good half-hour by the clock, permission was given us to walk in the garden. We accordingly gratefully accepted this pleasure and I noticed in Mr. Gostock's fine park many a blackbird's and thrush's nest which I should doubtless have attempted to secure had my garments been in the least degree those of a man.
For that matter, neither boys nor girls thought of playing any of the games or indulging in any of the occupations natural to their age. Our costume forbade any such indulgence, and we only thought of such relaxation to regret our incapacity to take part therein. How could we run or jump with these narrow boots, these inconvenient high heels? After every leap, our intestines would infallibly have been reduced to mere pulp. How could we play at leapfrog or capture-the-flag while wearing these close-fitting drawers? Even the simple humble hoop was denied us, for it would have endangered the bursting of our gloves, which we were stringently forbidden to take off.
We therefore walked in little groups down the shady paths, occupied in the sole amusement in which we were free to indulge; that of gossip and scandal-mongering.
It was either the effect of the corset, that garment whose eulogy we were weary of hearing and whose moral and physical influence was so deleterious, it was either, I say, this, or the example we ever had before us in our bitter-tongued directress, but in any caseâ€”be the cause what it mightâ€”we showed ourselves on this day thorough little hypocrites in the perfidy and the honeyed virulence of our remarks. In this respect, the young gentlemen were not a bit behind the young ladies. Each of us was skilled alike in stabbing with the tongue; each of us, upon this occasion, showed what talons could be concealed beneath a velvet paw; what fangs behind the sweetness of a smile.
It was the corset which added years to our young shoulders, and turned boys into elderly roues or repulsive caricatures of the opposite sex.
For us all, the chief preoccupation was the accursed corset. We were proud of our slender waists. We could not find terms sufficiently mocking or contemptuous to describe women unconnected with our establishment. What sacks they were! How heavy! How thick! We found the prettiest of girls to be common-looking, graceless, and shapeless. It did not even occur to us, so taken up were we with our own elegance, as we thought it to be, that others would have been precisely as we, had they, too, passed through the skilled hands of Lady Flayskin, the champion of corset discipline. T
hus came about the natural but disastrous result that we grew to love the chains which bound us.
For the ladies there remained some hope. But the young men!
In our case, it was ruin absolute and final; that canker which gnaws into all succeeding years. All desire to wrestle for and gain our measure of honor in the battle of life was stifled forever in these early days. We were left feeble and disarmed, unfit to struggle or even compete with strong and resolute men, nerveless, bloodless warriors in the merciless clash and clang of existence where the strong man wins and the weak man goes to the wall. And although we received ample attention of an erotic nature, we were attended to while dressed in girl's clothing. And who can say how damaging such a masquerade can be to a lad's mind?
A deep-noted gong signaled to us to make our way to the drawing-room. We were soon joined there by the other guests.
We found ourselves, as our headmistress had told us would be the case, in the society of eminently chic persons. There were old gentlemen of Mr. Gostock's respectable antiquity but, curious to relate, not a single middle-aged man. There were young girls whose corsets and gloves resembled our own in tightness, and beautifully dressed ladies. When, however, I drew near to one of the girls, I found that â€œsheâ€ belonged to my own sex.
What could that mean? I felt extremely curious and was on the point of making a commonplace remark to the young person with the object of beginning an interesting dialogue when I jumped nearly out of my skin. The voice of the headmistress sounded in my ears:
â€œAlice! Come here!â€
I had been watched! Trembling, I obeyed.
â€œSit down there and do not move a muscle. It is not your place to begin a conversation.â€
But I was used to Lady Flayskin's ingenious discoveries of punishable offences and used also to failing to understand the justice of the penance prescribed.
I was therefore resigned to the necessity of seating myself with a good grace on the edge of the chair indicated for, with our abominable stays, it was impossible to think of leaning back, and had we attempted such a feat we should never have been able to raise ourselves again. I assumed as modest and penitent a mien as I was able and consoled myself with the thought that after all we were guests, and no doubt I had inadvertently transgressed some mysterious rule of etiquette. My only fear was lest the headmistress should refer to the matter on our return to school and make a mountain out of it. She was not the person to forget any matter, whether little or big.
Any illusions I might have cherished in this connection were doomed to be swiftly dissipated.
Refreshments were brought in. Champagne frothed and was poured into glasses and then down throats, after the manner of champagne. The animation was at its highest, when Lady Flayskin, always, to employ a vulgarism, on the spot at important moments, proposed the first toast. She made a long, flowery speech regarding conjugal felicity, the excellent choice the universally esteemed Mr. Gostock had made, and the no-less-enduring-than-brilliant qualities of his bride. Then she announced:
â€œFor you, dear child, I have reserved a pleasant surprise. I have had to reprimand some of my pupils, but their punishment has not yet taken place, and I have counted upon you to apply it. Do not refuse me this kindness before we separate. I earnestly desire to see some impertinent hinder hemispheres whipped by you who know so well the science of the rod.â€
Pretty Stella's eyes were illumined by pleasurable anticipation and also, no doubt, by the effects of the champagne and other exciting delights of the day. Rising from her chair, she replied:
â€œWhy, certainly! I will do what you request with real delight. It is actually some days since I have whipped a naughty student onâ€”ahem!â€”the part destined by nature to receive chastisement. My arm is well rested, and woe betide the posteriors destined to taste its vigor. I can promise them full measure. They will afterwards be able to boast of the excellent farewell spanking they received on this memorable occasion. Please tell me who is to be the first, and I shall begin at once.â€
As the reader may imagine, it was with stupefaction that I heard this speech and, what with my fear and my stays, I could scarcely draw my breath. I was somewhat relieved, however, by the headmistress's reply.
â€œBegin with Dora. I reprimanded her yesterday and have specially reserved the chastisement of her behind for you today.â€
With a piercing shriek, Dora attempted to escape to the garden. However, servants had been posted at the door. They caught the girl and brought her back.
Dora was a sweet, fair-haired pink-cheeked little lady, as appetizing as cream, (alas, she was about to be converted into whipped cream!) with dimples everywhere. Her stays literally cut her in two. Her waist was of extraordinary slenderness, which made her well-developed bust and large hips appear the more pronounced.
Nimble-fingered Stella â€œtrussedâ€ her in the twinkling of an eye in spite of her tears, cries, and efforts to resist. Her petticoats were pinned to her shoulders, revealing large hinder spheres black and shining for, naturally, Dora like the rest of us, wore the horrible close-fitting drawers of black kid.
The beating of the rod upon this vast rump was like the rolling of drums. As I listened to her agonized shrieks and prayers for pity, I knew but too well what was in store for my own latter end.
The guests were much impressed, both by Stella's talent with the rod and with the sound it made; a great crack! which resounded from the target throughout the room. Dora cried and moaned in a most piteous way, but she was ignored by all present as the beating continued.
When one of the elderly gentlemen made comment as to the supposed state of Dora's rear, Stella smiled sweetly and ceased her whipping, crying:
â€œThen we shall commence at once upon her naked flesh, so that we may witness the wondrous transformation from white to pink to scarlet!â€
This announcement was greeted with much acclamation. Dora was seized, and her black kid combination was stripped from her. Forcibly exposed in such company, she at once burst into hysterical tears. She was then thrust back into a position suitable for chastisement, this being bent forward over the back of a low chair. In this way, all her feminine parts were exposed to the hungry eyes of the audience.
And Stella brought up her rod with an avenging gesture and commenced to repeat upon the pale globes before her the same pattern of stripes which were played upon the kid-covered mass. Poor Dora, stricken by shame and agony, could but wail her displeasure, a form of music, no doubt, to the many voyeurs present. She attempted to bring her thighs tightly together, to spare her the indignity of such a display, but one old gentleman sprang forward and volunteered to induce her to remain splayed, by way of a method he found useful in his home. Stella graciously granted him leave to instruct her, whereupon the old goat took his arm and tucked it 'twixt the chair and Dora's heaving form. Wiggling somewhat, and issuing stern warnings concerning her cooperation, the fellow brought his hand down to that triangle of soft hairs between her legs and seized hold of it!
Dora screeched her shock, but her legs sprang apart, much to the amusement of the guests. The old man cried:
â€œNow she shall surely stay where biddenâ€”I have her very womb in my palm!â€
With this dastardly assurance, Stella brought her rod down with a thunderous whack! and Dora could do nothing but remain still. For the remainder of the beating, we could all see that the old man was quite energetically frigging the poor pupil, as I had come to know this act was called, running his fingers into and about her sex, and brushing that mysterious place that girls have which affords them such pleasure as we boys know. To be sure, Dora's wails began to take on a slightly different timbre by the end of the flogging, and when Stella stepped away and laid the rod down at last, Dora was quite in a state of hysteria, her body shaking and twisting against the gentleman's hand. The old man took her at once into his arms and drew her into the crowd of onlookers, where she was grasped by several hands at once, running fingers over the swollen, reddened flesh.
Before our very eyes, Dora was compelled to kneel down upon a sofa, arranged in such a way as to be convenient for her â€œadmirers,â€ and two men fell on her together! The old gentleman who had been so useful during the punishment brought his own root from his trousers and sank into her body from the rear, taking advantage of that opening he had so thoroughly explored just a moment ago. Another old man took her by the hair of her head and brought her sweet mouth over his own swollen parts, and compelled her to suck upon it!
We stood in amazed silence. But the very air of the room had been charged with some new element, and the eyes of many of the guests fell upon us with evil intent.
â€œAnd the next?â€ inquired baneful Stella, as she watched Dora receive this attention.
â€œIt is Alice's turn, if you will be so obliging,â€ replied the headmistress, smooth as cream. The activities surrounding Dora seemed to be of less interest then Mr. Gostock's regular performances with Stella in the relative privacy of our own classroom. Indeed, so fascinated was I at this display that it took me a moment to realize that they were speaking of me!
â€œIf I will be so obliging? Why, I shall be charmed! I have always found special delight in whipping the impertinent seat of that vicious brute. His back parts tremble in such a curious, interesting manner.â€
Seeing â€œAliceâ€â€”that is to say, myself, dressed, of course, like a girlâ€”pushed towards Stella by the servants, some of the old gentlemen were moved by the strongest curiosity. I heard them murmur:
It was certainly an unusual spectacle, this big lad of eighteen years walking awkwardly forward, equally troubled by the curious looks, his stays, his high heels, and the other feminine paraphernalia, as by his fear of the scene which was, he knew, to follow. They saw me throw myself upon my knees and, with clasped hands, implore Stella to intercede for me, and afterwards, since the entreaty fell upon deaf ears, implore her not to strike me too hard. They saw Stella laugh until tears ran down her cheeks, then truss me. They saw the exact form and configuration of my hindquarters for, male though I was, I wore the black kid drawers, tight and shining, which have been so frequently described. They clung to my leg and to my body and compressed that part of me which made me a man.
They saw, too, the ridiculous trembling movements adored by Stella, for I had my reasons for shaking my poor curves beneath the torment. Ah, the wretch! Never did she whip with a more perfect mastery of her art. To say farewell, she wrote an unforgettable good-bye upon my martyred beam-end.
The old gentlemen saw that for me all feelings of shame were of no account, so great was my pain and terror. Yet even as the blows increased in strength and number, my youthful shaft grew in size! Yes, despite the fear and pain which coursed through my body, it knew what kind of solace would befall me when all the stripes were placed, and it grew in the desiring of those pleasures!
All these things they could see and hear, and it appears that they both looked and listened with prodigious amusement and satisfaction. Their senile lusts were stimulated by the scene! Ah, the monsters!
I endured this thrashing until yet another voice from the maddened crowd cried out:
â€œLet us see his bottom!â€
I attempted at once to leap up and away, but Stella was aware of my proclivities in that fashion, and had nearby two strong members of my own class, who took hold of my wrists and bore down upon them, pinning me in place. Then did I feel her long, gentle fingers unfastening my clothing and drawing this part and then the other aside, until she could unfasten the buttons of my combination and draw it down my body. I wailed my displeasure to an uncaring world; my flanks were finally made bare, exposing my perverse reaction to such treatment. The gentlemen and young ladies in attendance tittered and murmured at my unclad flesh, as Stella caused my stays to be replaced, leaving my lower parts as bare as the day I was born, yet my waist still confined in that horrid corset! Then she once again took up her rod and went to her place behind me. When I tried to draw my legs together and hide those pieces of flesh which stood so blatantly obvious to the onlookers, she summoned a volunteer to come to my side. I stole a swift glance; it was one of the invited ladies, all done up in ribbons and lace, her form free of hated corsets. With a wicked smile upon her delicate pink lips, she grasped my sex just as the old gentleman grasped Dora, save that my own organs were much easier to torment! I howled as her grip settled upon me and obediently spread wide my legs, hoping that she would loosen this hold upon my very essence!
There was much laughter from behind me, which did not cease even as pretty Stella raised and swiftly lowered her rod.
In this way, I was soundly thrashed, and soundly â€œjacked,â€ as we boys term the activity. For the lady holding my manhood so tightly in her hand was not content to hold it, but was delighted to move her hand across it, pulling and pushing the skin and meat below it, twisting and pinching! Oh, how I danced between the two torments! How I cried and begged for mercy, for releaseâ€”of any kind! And just as I felt about to burst, both activities halted, as though both ladies were aware of my imminent loss of control. Stella presented me with her hand and the rod, which I kissed feverishly, and then imperiously bid me to leave her sight.
On being permitted to regain my chair, I seated myself astride across the seat, forgetful of my skirts and, resting my arms upon the chair's back, buried my face in my shame and misery, crying as though my heart would break.
This was a fresh opportunity for the mirth of the company, which did not fail to take advantage of it.
I suddenly heard the voice of Lady Flayskin pronounce my name in tones sharper and more bitter than verjuice.
I quickly assumed a more feminine attitude, especially as I had had another reminder of my momentary forgetfulness, even more disagreeable than the voice of her ladyship. In leaning forward over the chair's back, I had broken one of my stay busks. A sharp end consequently stuck into my stomach, causing me horrible agony. I dared not make a movement now.
Conversation was resumed. The company appeared to be in excellent, even tumultuous spirits. Several gentlemen gathered around the much-used Dora with an attitude of patience, causing me much trepidation. Other guests, both male and female, began to circle the students from Lady Flayskin's school, caressing the slender waists and making low comments about the use of the rod in correction. The ingredients for making punch were brought in.
Mr. Gostock stepped forward in his usual solemn manner and undertook to superintend the mixing. Night had fallen, but Stella declared that obscurity in the room would be vastly more amusing than artificial light. Naturally the wishes of the little chit were laws for her husband, and darkness accordingly reigned, broken by the flickering green and blue flames from the ignited rum in the uncertain ghoulish dimness.
In this half-light transpired scenes of an extraordinary nature. Mistresses and servants circulated swiftly among us pupils and, in less time almost than it takes to relate, stripped us naked, males and females alike, in spite of our resistance and cries. I said â€œnaked,â€ but I should explain that for the moment they did not remove corsets; nor our stockings, or high-heeled boots. We lads had our sexual organs displayed, as did the young ladies, whose breasts were white globes in the dim light.
We were pushed towards the table on which stood the flaming punchbowl, and each of us was bidden to drink amid those infernal flames to the health of the bride. Dora was released from her lowly service and commanded to take part in this ritual. I found myself standing alongside the pale young man who was also dressed in girls' clothingâ€”he had not been stripped as we had been, and he had a hungry, knowing look on his angelic face.
How long drinking and singing continued, I hardly know. Nor do I know to what cause to attribute the strangely lascivious desires nor the mad excitement which transformed the ladies into furies and the young gentlemen into satyrs.
Had the punch been drugged?
Had the moral American, highly respected Mr. Gostock, president of numerous societies for the promotion of public morality, mingled therein stimulating cantharides or some potent phosphoric acid? I know not. The fact remains that our movements became of the wildest and most unbridled order. The strangest fancies seized us in a grip there was no resisting and drew us, unwilling and yet willing, towards a seething vortex of obscenity that absorbed us, sucked us down, one and all.
No pen in the hands of a pious author can write what passed in Stella's drawing-room on the evening of her wedding day. No gentle writer would dare to paint in detail that unforgettable night of triumphant vice, that mad delirium which cast us into the arms of grizzled patriarchs, which gave us naked, yet unashamed, into the hands sheathed in black glazed kid, of fair society ladies. Yet I was there; I saw it all. Indeed, I was the target of much attention, and the dealer of more then a small amount, and I shall endeavor to provide a picture of the circumstances.
From our frenzied dances, we were taken in hand by gentlemen or ladies who desired us in their fashions. I was witness to the martyrdom of the â€œWasps,â€ who were taken together to one corner and compelled to stand upon three chairs, their arms stretched out above them. In the meantime, the searching, punishing hands of both men and women roamed their bodies, cupping the compressed bubs, pressing the tiny waists, stroking the soft white thighs. From time to time, a hand would slap harshly, leaving a pink mark behind it. Thus the girls were smacked and fondled into near hysteria, until they begged to be of some other entertainment. In a flash, they were pulled down, their womanly parts exposed and opened for the elder gentlemen to fall upon. Jessy, my friend and fellow in the comforts we were able to secure at school, had her sweet, full mouth brought to the dark triangle between a society matron's legs. The eldest was thrown onto her back, her legs lifted up, so that a red-faced old man could thrust himself between her thighs, grasping her forcefully narrowed waist between his broad hands. Men gathered around them as though waiting for a hansom, holding their engorged organs in their hands.
At that moment, as I witnessed this foul event, I was taken by my two arms and thrust down onto my knees. Before me was a woman old enough to be my very own mother; she drew aside her long skirts and drew me into her moist cavern, crying out for me to serve her needs. I fell into her with a clumsy shake, my shoulders forced forward by two revelers who I could not identify. I only knew the sensations of being surrounded by womanly flesh, and the flesh of an older woman besides. I could not resist; my own manparts were aflame, my hunger rose in me like a tidal wave. I kissed and licked at those parts offered me without a care for their owner, or for the discomfort of my posture.
By the time I was thrust away from this lady, my root stood apart from me like a bludgeon, strong and fat with blood. I was light-headed, drunk with more then punch! I fell upon my back, my arms splayed back, crying out from the pain of my blistered rear touching the carpeted floor, and the lady lowered her majestic body over mine and took my rampant manhood; nay, I shall write it, my cock!â€”into her body. It was a repeat of my first experience with a woman's secret place, and the memory drove me to writhe against her like a pinned butterfly against the board. She laughed and cried out in pleasure, and the many and various folk about us turned to watch this most amazing sight; that of a grown woman using the figure of a youthful man dressed in girl's clothing, raising and lowering her body over his and taking his turgid manhood deep into her.
I turned my head to see the prim Miss Virginia, her own face buried between our directress' thighs, her fetching rear turned up for several gentlemen to slap and pinch. Her yelps of pain were greatly muffled, if one pardons the pun! On my other side, I could see one of the other male students bent over an older gentleman, doing something which I could not quite comprehend. By the time I could pay attention to it, I was in quite a situation myself, and regretted not paying more mind to my surroundings. But the insistent movements of the lady above me had done their task; I was afire, from my head down to my very toes, and could not hold back another second! All at once, my sap rose and shot from me into her body, showering the deepest parts of her with my spunk! I cried out a long, rasping wail, and collapsed back. She rose from me in satisfaction.
When arms came back to lift me and move my body, I could not resist. They turned me around and over, onto my belly, and shoved several cushions beneath my body. In my dazed state, I thought they were there for my comfort, and I sighed. But they were present for a much more nefarious purpose! They elevated my rear-end in an obscene fashion, and it was not until I felt something begin to press against that dark part of my body meant for exiting matter, that I realized what was happening. I whimpered and tried to rise, but hands caught mine and held me still, and I heard a voice whisper in my ear. It was the young man I had seen earlier, the boy in woman's clothing! He said:
â€œLie still, you great fool! It is necessary for you to be opened so that you may accommodate me!â€
I gasped in horror and gazed upon his handsome face. For he was every bit as handsome as I, clean limbed and tall, slightly feminine and very alluring. I struggled against his grip in vain, feeling something heavy and oily pressing against me. I whimpered:
â€œNo! You dare not! Release me at once! I shall not!â€”you cannot!â€
â€œBut I shall, you pretty boy! And all these ladies shall watch!
As with the lovely Stella, his angelic face hid a most demonic heart. Behind me, I heard the laughter of many young ladies and more then a few older gentlemen. They witnessed my perverse â€œopeningâ€ and, when the great lad who held me down left his place, three more fell upon me to hold me still.
And I was taken! Like a woman, taken upon the floor, invaded by this sweet-faced youth! Indeed, we were two young men, strapping and nearing our age of majority, yet we were upon the floor like a pair of Lesbians, dressed in our undergarments and rutting to the enjoyment and appreciation of a collection of old men and young women!
The horror and shame of it all is overwhelming. I cannot continue to write of it, save that my record shall be the only one of this barbarism, and this must be told!
To my eternal shame, my body betrayed me, and I spent, once again, before the young man was finished with me. And when he was done, I was not released to run to safety, but instantly seized upon and brought to service yet another society lady, and then another, and another...
And so we were all used, throughout the entire night, all the students of both genders, until all present collapsed with exhaustion. We were bundled up in blankets and overcoats and capes, and taken back to our school.
That was the wedding of the esteemed Mr. Gostock to our own lovely Stella!