THE TURNING POINT
Looking back on my life, I date my conversion-as an evangelical person would express it-from that afternoon. Until I met Muriel I had really no knowledge or experience of the vagaries of vice. My life, till then, had been absolutely normal. Apart from the usual pseudo-sodomy of a public school-Masturbatio intra Nates, as Krafft-Ebing styles it which practice I discarded and despised on going up to Oxford, I had simply sought women for straightforward fornication. Naturally certain subtleties of pleasure had been learnt, but until I had suffered at Muriel's hands and had been able to retaliate, I knew nothing of the intense, though recondite, delights of domination and humiliation. I realise on careful introspection that I had always a natural bias towards Sadism. Even as a small boy I played the game of "school" with my little sister, with the natural consequence of "whippings." I remember also, when on a holiday in Derbyshire at the age of fifteen, finding a book in the rooms where we were staying, in which there was a whipping chapter. The orphan daughter of a poor curate became a "town apprentice" to the wife of the local doctor. Her mistress ill-treated her and one day, finding her sweet-hearting with some man, gave her what was called a "workhouse supper.
The description of this thrashing with a strap at night on the bare bottom gave me, I remember, a terrific erection, and in spite of relieving myself in the usual way of a boy of fifteen, I had that night my first wet dream when the scene of the story was vividly re-enacted in my sleep.
Anyhow, whether naturally disposed that way or not, I went home that afternoon triumphant and elated. I had achieved my object of getting even with Muriel and had, at any rate for the time being, subdued and dominated her, and the joy of possession was far surpassed by the gloating satisfaction I felt at the thought that she was my slave, subdued and humiliated.
My desire towards her for the future was no longer sexual intercourse but domination, subjection.
In this spirit I hastened to see her the next day. Before leaving her I had given her strict instructions that she was on no account to retaliate either in deed or even attitude towards Juliette for the humiliation and crucifixion of that afternoon. I had also told Juliette that if Muriel attempted anything of the kind she was to tell me at once, and that for her own sake she was on no account to submit, or it might be the worse for her.
"I am going to be your master," I said, "just as I am going to be hers, and I will have no one sharing my power."
Determined therefore to keep my new-won servants, I arrived at the house next day. Juliette as usual opened the door. She was rather pale and her eyes were slightly red. I asked her what was the matter.
"Muriel has been cruel to me," she said.
"But I thought I told you you were not to submit."
"I couldn't help it. She has been my tyrant too long, one cannot break one's bonds in a minute."
"What did she do? She couldn't have done much. She was too exhausted."
"Oh, she slept after you left, and during the evening she woke up and sent for me. I found her much recovered though still stiff and sore. She at once went for me for betraying her into your power and vowed that even though she might not be able to get even with you, I should pay for my treachery. I told her what you had said, and how you had ordered me not to submit, but she would not listen. I resisted all I knew, but she is very strong, much stronger than I, and you don't know, you can't know, what it means to have been in a woman's thrall for years as I have been. Luckily her experience of the afternoon had shaken her so much that she fainted before she had done much, but look!" She lifted her skirt behind, bent down, and pulled open her drawers. There were about a dozen livid weals right across her bottom.
"What did she do that with?" I asked.
"With the riding whip. She was going to use the wire birch, she threatened me, but the excitement and exertion of this was too much and she fainted."
"She shall pay for it," I said. "But you - I told you you were not to submit to her. How dared you disobey me?"
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."
"Sorry! Couldn't help it! Yes, you will be sorry and you'll learn to help it. Take me to her."
She looked frightened at my words, but led the way upstairs to Muriel's room.
Muriel was in bed, looking rather pale but very lovely. Her hair was loose about her shoulders. She looked up as I came in and smiled with pleasure.
"Oh, Cecil, I was hoping you would come. I am longing for you."
"Hm," I said, "are you? What is this Juliette has been telling me? I thought I told you you were not to retaliate on her for your punishment of yesterday and now I find her with a bruised bottom and she says that but for fainting you would have done more."
"Surely I can punish my own property? I know I am your slave, but surely in my own house I am mistress."
"Your property, you mistress? You may have been before yesterday, but now, I have learned what power means and thanks always to you, you must remember-you are both my property, you obey me. If I give you permission you may perhaps be allowed to correct Juliette, but not without my permission, nor in my absence. Do you clearly understand that? Juliette, go and get the cases. I had better fix this new system in both your minds."
Juliette obeyed. Muriel turned white and began to sob.
"You are not going to whip me again, surely. I'm sore all over still from yesterday, you could not be so cruel."
"Oh, there must be lots of places left. Let me see." And I pulled back the bed-clothes quickly before she had time to see what I was doing. Her night-dress had worked up and she was naked from the waist down. "Ah ... well, the bottom and thighs certainly are fairly marked, but the back and calves are untouched. Turn over. Yes, I thought so. Why, there's lots of room."
Juliette returned at this moment, carrying the two cases. Muriel hastily tried to cover herself.
"Oh, modest, are you?" I laughed. "A little late, isn't it? Now Juliette, I have been telling Muriel what I think about her conduct to you, and she will have to pay for it. But you have been disobedient too and must be punished. You said you would love to be whipped by me. Well, your wishes shall be gratified. You had better undress, not altogether though, or you may shock Muriel's modesty. Stay a moment, I have an idea which will prevent any false shame on her part. Give me that webbing."
I took the webbing and tied Muriel's left ankle to her left wrist and her right ankle to her right wrist and then rolled her on her back.
She submitted as if in a stupor.
"There now, she can't see you, Juliette, and no matter how much she may gather you are exposed by the sound of my strokes, she must realise that she is far more indecently exposed herself. Besides, she will be in a most convenient position for punishment. Now go on undressing yourself."
Juliette looked a little frightened, but at the same time there was a look of expectancy in her eyes, which gloated over Muriel's nakedness. I took a birch and all the time Juliette was undressing, I was tickling Muriel's pussy, which was stretched open owing to her position, with the tips of the twigs.
When Juliette had taken everything but her chemise and drawers off, I stopped her. "That will do for the present. Turn the chemise up over your hips."
She obeyed. "Now bend down here," pointing to a spot at such a distance from the bed that her face would just reach Muriel's bottom and pussy as she lay spread-eagled on the side of the bed, "and put your hands on your knees. Now," said I, "I am first going to tan you as we did at school. Listen, Muriel, and think how you will like it when your turn comes. You can lie patiently there for the present."
I exchanged the birch for a cane, and swinging it back with a full sweep of my arm, I brought it down with full force across the half-open drawers. The force and surprise of the blow drew a cry from Juliette and impelled her forward, so that her face knocked against Muriel's bush. The latter uttered a cry of alarm.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I didn't know Juliette was so close. It startled me."
"Oh, she's quite close. She can see all you've got to show, can't you Juliette?"
"Well, tell us what you can see. Listen, Muriel."
"I can see Muriel's bottom and her belly and her ... her..." She stopped.
"Her what?" I insisted. "Her pussy?"
"Well, tell her so."
"I don't like to."
"Oh, don't you. Does that make you want to?" and I gave her a vicious cut with the cane.
"Don't, oh, don't."
"Well, say it."
"Muriel, I can see your pussy..."
"Inside and out?" I asked.
"Yes, inside and out."
"There, Muriel, you hear that? What is the good of pretending to be so modest when you are showing your pussy, even the inside of it, to your maid and me. Why, we can see right inside you. We can see your clitoris there" - and I touched it with the tip of the cane - "we can nearly see your womb, I expect."
"Oh, untie me, and let me go. Whip me if you want to, but don't keep me tied up like this."
"Oh, you shall be whipped right enough, don't you worry. There's plenty of time. Still, if you're impatient we'll lay in now; move aside, Juliette. Now look out."
I lifted the cane, made it whistle in the air. I saw Muriel contract the muscles of her thighs and buttocks to meet the blow and, to tantalise her, brought the blow down about two inches from her body. She gave an involuntary cry. "What's the matter?"
"I thought the cane was coming. I heard it whiz in the air."
"Oh, disappointed, are you? Well, things are always nicer when you get them when you don't expect them." A vicious cut of the cane pointed the "expect" and Muriel shrieked with surprise.
I turned to Juliette, who was still bending down.
"Now, to go on with you. How many have I given you?"
"Two. Ah, that leaves two more. We were only allowed to give four at school."
Whack, whack came the cane, and with each blow Juliette's face was buried in Muriel's mossy curls.
"Now take your drawers off. We will see what the cane has done. Now, lie on your back beside Muriel in a similar position to her."
There were four clear red lines across the white cheeks, in spite of the protecting drawers.
I looked at the two distended bottoms conspicuously displayed on the edge of the bed. They looked so quaint that an idea struck me.
I went to the dressing-table and found a pair of hairbrushes.
Then I sat on the bed between the two girls and began to play, as it were, the side drums on their bottoms. I kept time to a mad silly sort of rhyme, something like this: Mu ri el, Mu riel, I will tan your bottom well. Ju liette, Ju liet te, I will see you don't forget, accentuating the alternate syllables with blows of the brushes, using alternately the backs and bristles of the brushes.
I varied the force of the blows also so that they never knew what the next blow was going to be like. I brushed the hair on their pussies, now softly so that they wiggled under the lascivious caress, now fiercely as if I was scrubbing a brick, which made them squirm with agony.
Getting tired of this I again addressed myself to Muriel.
"You asked me just now to untie you and whip you, didn't you? Well, I'm not so sure that I won't do as you ask. The position is a little tiring I expect."
"It's awful ... My legs and arms are gone to sleep. Oh, please untie me."
"Juliette, you may untie her, if you like. Now go and stand in that corner with your face to the wall and wait until I am ready. Don't dare to look round. Juliette, take off her nightdress and your own chemise and drawers. That's right, now go and stand beside her."
I took a birch from the case and the whip of knotted cords.
"Now," I said, "I am going to whip you both for disobedience. I ordered you, Muriel, not to attempt to retaliate on Juliette for your whipping of yesterday, and I told you, Juliette, that you were not to submit to her if she tried it on. So both of you deserve and will get this," and I brought the birch heavily across both bottoms one after the other. Juliette only flinched, but Muriel's bottom was so sore that she involuntarily placed her hands on her burning cheeks.
"Take those hands away," I said, cutting them again and again. "If you don't I will tie you down ... Now, will either of you disobey me again?" Whish-whish came the birch across Juliette's thighs.
"Oh, no-no-never," she sobbed.
"Will you," to Muriel as I stepped across and laid the birch across her loins and calves, which were comparatively untouched. She sobbed and shook her head. "Answer me."
"No, oh, don't whip me so low down," as the birch caught her on the back of her knees.
"Oh, don't you worry, you shall have enough higher up in a minute or two. Now, Juliette, I'll finish you off. Come here, kneel down facing me."
I got her head between my thighs and laid into her with the birch right up and down both thighs and cheeks of her bottom. Occasionally I directed a blow right between the cheeks, so that the tips of the twigs curled right into her pussy. She screamed and writhed and plunged, imploring mercy.
"Do you hear that, Muriel," I said. "That's nothing to what you will get in a minute. Perhaps you are getting impatient, eh? Well, there's something to go on with."
I could just reach her with the birch and let her have one cut and then came back to Juliette, whom I had kept tightly pressed between my knees. My blows had caused all her bottom and thighs to flush a dark red, on which the weals from Muriel's riding whip and my own tanning stood out across in darker colours. "There's quite a pretty lattice work across your behind, Juliette dear. I didn't know I was such an expert at designing. Have you had enough? Do you think you will be disobedient again? Well, we will just make sure." And I delivered a regular hail of blows everywhere as quickly as I could, until I was out of breath. Juliette's cries increased. She wriggled and twisted this way and that, but the relentless rod found her every time. Blood began to show here and there where the skin had been broken and even began to trickle down her legs. The birch twigs flew all over the room and at last I had only the mere stump left in my hand. Then I relaxed the pressure of my thighs and she fell forward on the floor, twisting and groaning and her hands instinctively going to her lacerated bottom to protect it from further assaults.
All this time Muriel had been standing as I told her, with her face to the wall, a picture of apprehension. She knew she was within reach of my arm and so did not dare to move or look round.
I turned to her. "Now, Muriel, come here. It's your turn." She turned and came towards me with appealing looks. "Go down on your hands and knees," I ordered, "and pick up those broken twigs. We can't have the room in this state. The sooner you finish the job, the better for you."
I threw away the birch and took up the knotted whip with the five lashes and to start her gave her a moderately hard blow on her flanks. She gasped and went down as I had told her, hastily picking up the bits of twigs here and there. It was a most fascinating sight in its shameless nakedness and humiliation. She crawled and grovelled all over the floor, trying to avoid my blows and at the same time to pick up the twigs as quickly as possible. I pursued her everywhere, taking care at first to avoid the parts still sore from yesterday's whipping. All across her back and flanks the lashes fell. Now they curled over her shoulder or cut into her armpits. The tender flesh below her ribs received many, the knotted ends reaching round to her stomach. Livid weals began to appear and at last she flung herself at my feet, her hands full of twigs, imploring my pardon and protesting that she would never disobey me again. She even begged Juliette to plead for her to me. I allowed myself to be persuaded, and told them to see to each other's comforts, but warned both of them that if ever I found them disobedient again there would be worse punishment in store for them.
I then prepared to leave them, for though the whippings had excited me, I had no desire, as I had the day before, for any actual sexual enjoyment.
"You are not going, Cecil, are you?" pleaded Muriel.
"Surely now you have punished both of us, you will be kind and give us what we want," and she came close to me and, like a suppliant, looked imploring into my eyes. Juliette also sent appealing glances at me.
I pretended to misunderstand her. "Haven't you been whipped enough?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, but I want-I want-"
"Well, if I must say it, I want you in me," she blushed and stammered.
"No," I said sternly, "you don't deserve it and I'm not going to satisfy your lusts. Still, you can both, as a favour, kneel down and kiss the God Priapus, whom you worship, but nothing more."
I undid my trousers and let loose the object of their adoration and let them both approach one after the other. To humiliate Muriel, I told Juliette to come first, which she did on her knees. I did not allow her to stay too long, but made her give place to Muriel. She knelt eagerly before me and, embracing me round the hips, kissed and licked the rampant head. Human nature was too strong, and I deluged her face and neck with spurting jets of my strength. But I had no pleasure from this, as compared with the delight I had experienced while flogging their subjugated bodies.