CHAPTER TEN
Miss Withers has diverted me. The selfsame one I spoke of several chapters back. Much time has intruded, of course, between the afternoon that Caroline reminded me of the lady's then imminent visit and the chapters I have written since. That which takes but an hour to read takes several weeks to write. Words joggle for attention-are dismissed or used. Some inch their way on to the paper, but are then expunged, though cunningly they lie in wait to re-emerge. I find them akin to unattractive girls whose mothers push them forward for attention under the guise of “attractive” or “desirable,” which they are not. I mean both words and girls. Better that I should write in French. It is a mellow language with a mellow sound. Amour sounds more “attractive” than does “love.” Levres are softer than are lips. Tetons pout, whereas breasts do not.
Miss Withers' tetons pouted most desirably, as did her scrumptious bottom. Caroline chose well. Females with pear-shaped derrieres were never to our taste. The shelf that meets the spine slopes far too quickly down; cheeks do not rear when such a conformation is produced by careless Nature.
“What an arse she has! You must use the word in writing of her,” Caroline said after the lady's departure. It was true. The word bulb came into my mind, for such her bottom is in noun and verbal form-pure white and firm, yet slightly yielding to the finger's touch. Delicious to caress, I do confess. Delighting as she does in such, my love would have me say so-hence I do.
It was perhaps our most daring experiment-Miss Withers being thirty-two and virgin. A country virgin with a houris figure, one that should be but rarely clothed as such but always lightly veiled. For hours we caressed her. Thrice I spouted in her nether hole. She may marry, so she said. It seemed the decent thing to do. At her age, I should add. With younger maidens it is otherwise. It is known that with a sprouting of fine hairs about their cunnies and a mounding of their tits they are likely at the least to be caressed and fingered and will slowly, if not quickly yield. The quiet of houses and the sonorous hours-slow passing of the Sundays, and the days of rain when the devil finds for hands good work to do-all add to this.
In country houses such as one desires to enter and where the atmosphere is civilised, though merry underneath, there is accord on this. When a girl is fretsome in the long slow hours of Autumn or on Summer days, she will frequently toy with herself and make herself to come. Such is observed by inference-her ripeness known, her drawers examined for the tell-tale flecks of dried desire. She may then be “taken up” and put to trials, or broken-in, as the old saying is. Better her sire should put his cock to her than some brash youth who may boast of his conquest. There is lewdness here, and yet much sweetness, too. A mother who permits her daughters to be spermed occasionally will be the happier for it, as will the girls, whose amourous cuddles are the warmer for the shaftings they receive.
A girl may be brought to it in several ways. First-and most obviously-by the birch, the tawse, or cane, for then-though her cries be clamourous at first-it is known that she is being “seen to” and that her honey pot has begun to open to the intruding knob whose spoutings she receives. After a birching-though she thinks herself forlorn and lost-the ever-thicker sprouting of curls around her nest will receive the admiration of a tongue, legs held apart the while she bounces up and down in wonder and then finally succumbs to spill her honey.
For several weeks she may be discreetly “taken up” to receive such attentions until her clitty has become as responsive as her bottom to the birch and the two sensations have conjoined in her to bring about a pleasure that she never knew before. It may then be that by such wiles as young females use, she will endeavour to attract more attention by indulging in some “naughtiness” or other that will call for the removal of her drawers and the application of the disciplinary instrument to which she has become most used. Thereupon she is considered cock-ready and, with her well-heated and springy cheeks held apart, will receive her first slow corking until the prick is deep within her fundament and much lewd pleasure is obtained. She has been spouted in and will not cease to want it more, becoming petulant if she is not attended to-in general, on my observations, once a week at least.
As to the second course of action, it may be that impatience obtains on the male side and that the girl affects a ticklishness or will not be attended to with birch or tawse or cane lest she is held. And well she may be. There are often older sisters who delight in seeing such a one receive that which they once more readily surrendered to, though such case is rare. An aunt may take the girl in hand and, having birched her, tickled up her cunny, felt her bottomhole, will soon induce her to drop her drawers the more when the parental birch appears and, by example, lead her on until her first receiving of the prick leaves her desirous for the next occasion.
Some girls sob and sob while being corked at first, while others whimper, snuffle, hide their burning faces in a pillow, their bottom cheeks first held apart by strong, broad thumbs that take no heed of, “Nooo, please don't!” Such exclamations are soon muffled, anyway. The insurgent stroking of the long, thick cock excites. The balls slap underneath their cunnies, tickle there, and help to bring surrender soon enough. “I am c… c… coming in you, love!” The magic words are heard, and she receives. The long, thick gobs of sperm are sucked within. In breathless whispers. she is praised; her bottom squeezes out the last, warm drops, “and all the world a solemn stillness holds,” silk bulb of bottom to his belly pressed, the tickings, pulsings, all enjoyed until the cork's extracted and she flops and lies in rich and trembling wonderment.
There are girls who rebel completely and must be handled in a sterner vein which is to say that, being over-proud and haughty, they must needs be stabled, like fillies, and the tip of a long whip brought to scour their bottoms. As a rule, such girls are tall and thus gain haughtiness. They have the finest legs that show the poising of the bottom at its best, but frequently are cold of temperament and thus are difficult to bring on heat. If a single whipping does not suffice, they may be brought to tipple and thus, hopefully, will be more eager for the fray, but often then prove fractious, as if they were guarding the treasure of the realm between their bottom cheeks or where their furry nests are clenched too tight.
Those whom life has not favoured to share in such experiences may think a cruelty obtains, but it does not. If a girl has not been put to trials, she will suffer the more for it in her marriage bed and may be put off amourous delights for life. She must be “trodden”-such is the philosophy, and one more open and more frank than other canting habits of Society. A girl will be merrier, too, for having taken cock and will know herself to have arrived and to be more free. Once she has imbibed the manly juice by both her apertures, she is not put upon nor treated like a wanton thing. Indeed, she is spoiled and feted all the more, and may thereafter put herself to such as she alone will choose, though never refusing the first prick that she enjoyed, and indeed for the first few weeks of her new life will expect to receive it daily if she can and will be taught all sorts of little tricks while remaining “under cover” of the birch which she accepts she must receive.
Little is said of this. No lewd words are exchanged. It» is known that she is “coming on” or “coming out.”
Her eyes obtain a softer look. She fiddles often with her dress and knows not where to put her hands; her buttocks have a heavier swing. Well-creamed as they now are, she feels the weight of them the more and feels their parting as she never did before. As to her cunny, once the pouting lips have parted to the well-knobbed tool, it is said that her garden has been watered, that her curls will grow the more, as often curiously seems to be the case, though Caroline would have it this is but a coincidence and will occur in any case when girls are at their puberty.