AN AFTERNOON CALL
I was aroused quite soon by her pushing me off her chest.
"Get up," she said, "you are crushing me." We both got up and stood for a moment looking at each other. Then she felt for her handkerchief and wiped her lips. I tried to take her in my arms.
To my surprise she pushed me away. "Go away," she said, "I don't like you."
"Why, what's the matter?" I asked.
"Matter!" she replied, and she seemed to be working herself up into a temper. "Matter! You horrid beastly boy, how dare you come in my mouth?"
"I'm sorry," I said, "it happened so quickly and I-I-I thought you wanted it."
"Wanted it! How dare you?"
I tried again to put my arms round her, but she wouldn't allow it.
"No, get away, pull your trousers up and go." And she turned to ring the bell.
I sprang to her. "Don't send me away," I said. "I'm sorry and I won't do it again. Forgive me. Let me stay a little and forgive me."
"Let you stay," she laughed. "What's the use of your staying? Look at yourself."
And she pointed to poor John Thomas, very limp and drained dry and looking very ashamed of himself.
"Oh, he'll be all right again in a little time," I said. "Come, darling, let me stay and show you how much I love you," and I managed to get one arm round her and drew her to me. She let me kiss her but kept her lips quite shut, so that I couldn't get my tongue into her mouth. Her body was quite stiff instead of yielding, as before. I grew bolder and caressed her breast and began to pull up her petticoat again. She seemed to take no notice for a minute or so, and then, just as I had uncovered her thighs and was feeling for the soft curls of her mount, she quietly pushed my hand away, detached herself from my arms, and said quite calmly, "Well, if I let you stay, you must be punished for your rudeness. Will you do exactly as I tell you and submit to any punishment I may inflict?"
Now I knew nothing at that time of flagellation. I had heard of old men needing the birch to excite them, but beyond that I knew nothing. So I said, "Punish me in any way you like, only let me stay and prove to you how sorry I am and how I love you."
"Very well," she said, "get behind that screen," pointing to a large Chinese screen that stood in the corner. I obeyed and she rang the bell.
Juliette appeared. "Take the tea things away and bring me my leather case."
I thought I heard a chuckle from Juliette but was not sure. After a little while I heard her come in again and whisper something to her mistress. "Yes, very," replied the latter.
Then came more whisperings and I heard Mrs. Harcourt say, "Oh, did he? Well, we shall see."
She then told me to come out, and I obeyed. I must have made rather a ridiculous figure, as my trousers were still down. Mrs. Harcourt, however, did not seem to show any disposition to laugh. In fact, she looked very angry indeed. I went towards her, but she stopped me with a gesture and said, "You promise to do everything I tell you."
"Anything," I said.
"Very well. Turn your back to me and put your hands behind you."
She opened the case and took something out, I could not see what, and then she came to me. I felt something cold touch my wrists and heard a snap. I tried to move my arms and to my surprise I found I could not. She had in a moment very deftly handcuffed me. I was too surprised to speak.
"Now kneel down," she said.
"What for?" said I.
"You promised to do everything I told you," she repeated. I knelt down awkwardly enough, with my hands fastened behind, just in front of the big couch. Then Mrs. Harcourt took a large handkerchief and blindfolded me. I didn't like the look of things at all, but said nothing.
"Now," said Mrs. Harcourt to me as I knelt there helpless, "you have been a very rude and dirty boy and you must be punished. Are you sorry?"
I was just about to answer when "whish," something whistled through the air and I felt as if a hundred needles were pricking my bottom. I could not help an involuntary cry. I heard a sigh of pleasure, and felt a hand on my neck, pressing me forward onto the couch.
"Are you sorry, eh?" she repeated, and again the smart cut across my bottom.
I had never been birched in my life. At school a tanning cane was used, but I could easily guess what was the weapon she was using.
"Will you speak? Are you sorry?" she repeated, and again the rod descended. I tried to escape but my hands' being tied hampered me, and though I could and did kick lustily, her hand on my neck managed to prevent me escaping altogether.
"Keep still," she said, "or I shall get Juliette to help me. Are you sorry?" At that moment in one of my struggles the birch just caught my balls, causing excruciating pain. "Yes, oh yes," I shouted.
"Will you ever do it again?"-whish-whish.
"What was it you did? Confess your fault."
Silence on my part. I felt too angry and ashamed to say. "Will you confess?"-whish-whish-whish.
"Oh yes, I will."
"Well, what was it?"
"I came in your mouth."
"And what else?"-whish-"what else?"
"I don't know."
"Didn't you say you thought I wanted it?"
"Well, confess then."
"I said I thought you wanted it."
"Ah!" and again the blows fell allover my bottom. The burning pain got worse and I struggled and wriggled and kicked so that I at last got away from her and managed to rub the handkerchief away from my eyes and swung round and looked at her.
I never saw such a change in any woman. If she was pretty before, she was lovely now. Her eyes were shining, her cheeks were flushed, the exertion of plying the rod had caused one shoulder strap of her chemise to break and one breast was just exposed.
I looked at her with adoring eyes. I couldn't help it. Angry and hurt as I was in my dignity and elsewhere, I could not but feel admiration and-yes, even affection. She met my eyes.
"Well," she said, "why have you turned round? I haven't finished yet."
"Isn't that enough?" I said. "I've said I'm sorry and confessed my fault."
"Haven't you any other faults to confess?"
She rang the bell. I exclaimed, "You're surely not going to let anyone see me like this?"
She made no reply and the door opened and Juliette appeared.
"Juliette, come here," she said. "You see this gentleman here; now repeat before him the accusation you whispered to me just now."
Juliette looked at me with a malicious smile (I remembered that smile) and said, "When I was hanging the gentleman's hat up in the hall, he offered to help me, and then he kissed me and felt my breast and tried to feel my pussy through my skirt."
"You little cat," I said.
"Is that true?" said Mrs. Harcourt. "Answer me," and the birch fell across my thighs as I lay twisted on the couch. It flicked up my shirt-tail and exposed John Thomas to the salacious gaze of Juliette. I was too ashamed to speak.
"Will you answer me!" and again and again came the cutting strokes, one of them just catching poor John Thomas nicely.
"Well, if I did, she did as much to me," I muttered.
"Oh, indeed," said Mrs. Harcourt, as Juliette darted a vicious look at me. "Well, we can investigate that later. Get the bands, Juliette."
Juliette went to the case and produced a long band of webbing-working on a loop and, before I knew what she was about, had slipped it round my ankles and drawn it tight. Now I was indeed helpless.
"Now Juliette," said her mistress, "as it was you who were insulted, it is only fair for you to punish him."
They turned me over face downwards and turned up my shirt.
"Oh, he's had some already, I see," said the maid.
"Yes, a little!" said the mistress. "He can do with some more."
"How many!" said Juliette, taking up the birch. "We'll see."
Then the pain began again. Blow after blow, cut after cut, until my poor bottom felt as if it was on fire. I wriggled as much as I could but couldn't do much. My motions, however, must have pleased Mrs. Harcourt, for she said, "Wait a moment, Juliette, we mustn't be too hard. He shall have some pleasure as well as pain."
She got round to the other side of the couch, raised my head, which was buried in the cushions, and, bending down, whispered to me, "He's a naughty boy, but I love him, so he can kiss me if he likes."
She then pulled up her clothes and presented her pussy backways to me which I could just reach with my tongue. "Now Juliette," she said, "not too hard, and cleverly." I did not feel at all anxious to justify her wishes, but to my surprise the birch fell now in quite a different way. Instead of the slashing cuts which had made me writhe and smart, the blows simply warmed my bottom. Of course now and then it touched an extra sore place and made me flinch, but for the most part the twigs seemed to caress, and the tips of them, curling in between the cheeks, gave me a delightful sensation, and I felt John Thomas answering in a way that surprised me. I forgot my resentment against Mrs. Harcourt and my tongue roamed about her lovely pussy and even went higher and caressed the other "fair demesnes that there adjacent lay" and which presented themselves to my eyes, a proceeding which evidently pleased her, for she opened and shut the cheeks of her bottom, and at last with a quick side twist and a final plunge she forced her pussy right against my mouth, and murmuring, "That will do, Juliette," she smothered my mouth and chin with her delicious cream. She then got up and with Juliette's aid undid my bonds. I lay still, too excited to move. I felt her arm round my neck, while her other caressed my bottom. "Poor boy," she said, "did it hurt very much?"
I turned round and kissed her. I couldn't help it. All my rage and feeling of insult seemed to have disappeared.
"That's right," she said, nestling close to me. "So the whipping did him good! It didn't go on too long though, I hope," she added, quickly pulling up my shirt and looking at my John Thomas, who by this time, after the last part of the birching, was nearly bursting. "No, that's all right. Come to me, darling."
"But Juliette!" I said.
"Oh, never mind her ... Still, perhaps she had better go," she added with a peculiar look. "Juliette, you can go, I shall want you in a quarter of an hour."
Juliette looked very disappointed, but had to go.
"Now, darling," said her mistress, "come to me and love me, and say you forgive your cruel mistress for hurting you." She unfastened the band of her petticoat and let it fall. Then she stepped out of it. Her tea-gown was wide open, and, as I have said, one shoulder of her chemise had broken, so she was practically naked to the waist.
She went to the chair again and sat down right on the edge, lying right back so that her bottom jutted just over the edge. I knelt before her and found her pussy was just at the right height for John Thomas.
Her legs went over my shoulders and I gently placed him in position and began work.
I have never known such an expert in the art of love. Every conceivable motion and twist of her body she used. Her eyes flickered with passion, her lips drew my tongue right into her mouth, while her hands led mine allover her body. She murmured words of love and desire, mingled with pity for my poor bottom. At last she said, "He was a very naughty boy, but it was a shame to cut him up so badly. Never mind, someday perhaps he will have a chance to retaliate." Then the final paroxysm came on and we were both dumb. My motions, which had been slow at first, grew quicker. She plunged and writhed, twisting her legs round my neck and raising her bottom to meet my strokes, until at last, with a half-sob, half-groan, her legs fell down from my shoulders and I poured into her eager womb a deluge of my love.