As it was rather late, I proceeded at once to my room and changed my clothes, then I went down to the dining-room, and we took our seats at the table. During dinner,
“Frank” did not talk much; she appeared to be quietly happy, there was a soft light in her eyes, she did not bother me with questions, and she seemed perfectly content to sit and look at me. When dinner was over, and I had smoked a cigar, we went into the drawing-room. It was a beautiful evening; the sun had been set for some time, and it was beginning to get dark; the long windows were open, and a gentle breeze wafted into the room the sweet scent of the roses which grew in profusion in the garden. On a tree, not far off, a nightingale was just commencing to sing, giving forth every now and then a few mellow notes; all else was still. It was an ideal night for love-making.
I was sitting in a low easy-chair, and “Frank” was sitting on a stool beside me. We were both silent; the light faded, and the room grew darker. She put her hand on my arm, and nestling close up to me said: “Oh, I am so glad you are back! I have missed you dreadfully.”
There was such a loving tone in the girl’s voice that it made me think she was about to tell me her long concealed secret: so I put my arm round her waist in lover-like fashion, for the first time, and whispered in her ear: “Why did you miss me?”
I could feel her tremble as I pressed her waist; she made no answer, but she rested her head on my breast and heaved a long, tremulous sigh.
“Why do you sigh? What is the matter with you, Frank?” I said, emphasizing the name.
Still she kept silent The nightingale burst into full song, its liquid trills filling the air with melody; I pressed her closer to me, and bending over her, said coaxingly, “Tell me, Frank”
Then she suddenly threw her arms round my neck, murmuring in a voice choked with emotion: “Oh, don’t call me Frank! My name is Frances, I am a woman, and I love you! I love you!”
My heart bounded with a feeling of joy and gratification. The confession had come at last! My patience was rewarded!
I lifted her off the stool on to my lap, and folding her in my arms, I kissed her passionately, on her eyes, her forehead, her cheeks, and her warm mouth. It was too dark to see her face, but as my lips pressed her soft cheeks, I could feel that they were hot with blushes; and she lay like a little child in my arms, her bosom rising and falling quickly.
After a moment or two, I said: “I knew you were a girl, Frances!” She started, and uttering a little cry of intense astonishment, asked: “How long have you known it? How did you find it out?”
“I have known it for a long rime. I found it out by seeing something you accidentally showed me on the day I birched you so severely.”
“Oh! Good gracious!” she exclaimed in a horrified tone. I laughed, and stopped her mouth with a kiss, saying: “What does it matter when or how I found it out. You have said that you love me, and I love you.”
“Oh, do you really? I am so, to glad, I was afraid you would be angry with me. I have been wishing for a long rime, to tell you I was a girl, but I never had the courage to speak,” she said in a low voice, clinging close to me. Then, after a pause, she asked timidly: “Why did you not tell me that you had found out I was a girl?”
“Because it would have caused bother, and altered all my arrangements; besides I preferred to wait until you told me yourself. I felt sure you would tell me some day; and I am glad the day has come at last. You are now my sweetheart, you dear girl,” I said, kissing her.
“Oh! how patient and good you have been to me all these years; and how happy I feel at being your sweetheart,” she said, in a voice vibrating with emotion. Then she got off my lap, and sitting down on the stool, put her little hand on mine and pressed it warmly.
“Now,” I said, “tell me when you first began to love
“Oh, I began to love you the day you took me into your house, when I was homeless and friendless, and ever since that time, my love for you has been growing greater and greater.”
“Did you never feel angry with me when I whipped you?”
“No, never. Of course I did not like getting a whipping, as it was painful;-the rod was dreadful-but somehow or other, I seemed to love you more after you had given me a spanking.” Then, after a pause, she added rather bashfully: “And I will confess to you, that at one time, I used to be naughty on purpose that you might spank me; for I liked to lie across your knees, and feel your hand stroking my bare skin; although I dreaded the pain that was to follow; for you always made me smart a great deal.”
I laughed at this queer confession, but was pleased to hear it, for it showed that the girl had a rather voluptuous disposition. Then I said: “So it gave you pleasure to lie across my knees, and feel my hand stroking your bare skin? Well, I shall be delighted to let you have that pleasure now, if you like.”
She made no answer, but gave my hand a squeeze, which I took as a sign of assent; so I at once lifted her up, placed her in position, and took down her trousers; which I had not let down for upwards of six months.
It was too dark for me-to see her bottom, but nevertheless I had great sensual pleasure in passing my hand over the swelling hemispheres of plump, firm flesh, which I stroked, squeezed, and played with in all sorts of ways, for a minute or two.
“Did you like that, Frances?” I asked, when I had done paddling with her bottom. “Oh, yes!” she replied, still lying face downwards on my lap. “It was very nice. It gave me a most pleasant sensation.”
I smiled; and to give her another sensation, I put my hand under her belly, and gently touched, for the first time, her virgin cunt She started, and a tremor passed over her: then I took away my hand from the “spot,” as I did not wish to frighten her by going too fast I intended, however, to take her maidenhead that night-and I did not think she would object-that I meant to do the job comfortably in my own bed later on; so I put her on her feet, kissed her, and told her to button up. Then I rang for lights, as it had become pitch-dark in the room. In a few moments, one of the servants came, and after lighting all the lamps, went away again. Then I looked at Frances, who was sitting demurely on a chair at some distance from me; and, as soon as she caught my eye, she blushed, but instantly came to me, and perching herself on my knees, laid her cheek against mine, with a low sigh of perfect contentment; saying: “Oh, how nice it is not to have any secret between us!”
“Yes; it is very pleasant. We are lovers now; so you must give me a nice kiss.” She laughed softly and at once pressed her cherry lips to mine, kissing me warmly, and repeatedly. She had never kissed a man before, and no man but myself had ever kissed, or touched her in any way. It was most delicious to feel her virgin lips pressed against mine, and to inhale her fragrant breath: and it was also extremely pleasant to feel her soft bottom pressing against my upright prick, as she sat on my lap. I wondered if she could feel the peg underneath her!
I thought it was now time to speak plainly to my sweetheart She loved me, and she was a clever girl, who had read a great deal; therefore she, no doubt, had a very clear idea of what generally happens when a man and a woman love each other. I said: “Frances, I have something to say to you. We love each other, and to-night we will set the seal on our mutual love. You understand what I mean?”
She blushed rosy-red, and hid her face in my breast; then, after a moment’s hesitation, said in a low, but firm voice: “Yes. I understand. I love you, and will do anything you wish.”
I raised her head, and kissed her on the lips, saying affectionately: “I love you too. You are a darling girl.”
She slipped off my knees, and seated herself in a chair, looking at me timidly, and I saw that she was rather frightened at the thought of what was before her. And I must say, that under the circumstances, her timidity was only what one would have expected. Her “courtship” had been short; my “proposal” had been sudden, and the “marriage” was to be consummated that night. No wonder the girl was a little startled!