Flourishing the rod in the air, she said: “Now, Miss Martin, lie down. You may wriggle, and kick your legs about as much as you like while I am whipping you; but if you utter the least sound, you will lose the bet,”
The governess stretched herself at full length upon the sofa, saying laughingly: “All right, Mrs. Markham! You can begin. You won’t have much trouble in preparing me for punishment. But you must whip me fairly. Don’t strike always on one place; and don’t strike me on the thighs.”
As the end of the sofa was towards the curtains, I had a splendid, full-length view of Miss Martin’s plump, naked figure, as she lay prone; the swelling hemispheres of her great bottom standing out in high relief, white the cream-like tint of her skin was well shown off by the dark olive-green colour of the velvet on which she was lying.
Frances placed herself on the left side of the sofa, so that I saw her naked figure in profile, and very lovely it looked. Her beautiful white skin glistening; her delicious, round, pink-tipped titties rising and falling quickly, a smile curving her ripe red lips, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her blue eyes sparkling with excitement at the idea of using the rod. She was fond of whipping.
She began to birch: and though the rod was but a toy, the birching was no child’s play. Swinging the switch high above her head, for each stroke, she laid on the cuts slowly, with graceful sweeps of her round white arm, and with such force, that her bubbles shook, and the muscles of her bottom quivered each rime she struck the blow,
The little, beribboned birch rod hissed as k swept through the air, and it made a sharp swishing noise as it fell on the firm flesh of Miss Martin’s big bottom. The creamy skin reddened rapidly, and small weals rose in all directions on the broad, plump cheeks. She had winced sharply on receiving the first cat; the pain evidently being greater than she had expected: then she stiffened herself, clenched her fingers in the palms of her hands, buried her face in the sofa cushion, and lay perfectly still. But her flesh quivered involuntarily at each stinging cut of the little rod.
She certainly showed great fortitude. Not a sigh, or a moan escaped her lips, though the birching was a severe one; and when the twelve cuts had been inflicted, her bottom was scarlet and also considerably wealed. But she had won the dozen pairs of gloves. I thought they had cost her dear.
Frances threw down the rod, and Miss Martin got off the sofa, heaved a deep sigh of relief, and stood with both her hands pressed to her bottom. Her face was red, her lips were trembling a little, and her eyes were moist. Smiling faintly, she said in rather a shaky voice: “I have won the bet. But I must say that the ‘toy’ stung in a way that disagreeably surprised me, I should never have believed that it could cause such pain. It was as much as I could do to take the twelve cuts in silence.” Then twisting her head round, and looking over her shoulder, she said: “My bottom is very much marked, and it is still smarting dreadfully.”
Frances said, in a tone of sympathy: “Oh, you poor dear! I did not think you could have borne the birching. I fully expected you would have told me to stop, after I had given you two or three cuts. You have got pluck. I am sure I could not have taken one cut without screaming.”
All this was to flatter her victim. She went on: “You had better go to your bedroom, and bathe your bottom with cold water. I will put away the camera, and see to the plates.”
Poor Miss Martin, with a rueful face, rubbed her bottom, and said: “I shan’t be able to sit down comfortably for hours. I remember that I used to rub vaseline on my bottom to allay the smarting after a flogging. I will apply some now.”
Then she put on her chemise and wrapper; thrust her feet into her slippers and left the room.
Frances, still perfectly naked, threw herself down upon the sofa and burst out laughing; and I came out of the alcove, in a state of intense excitement. The whole spectacle had been most lascivious, from the moment the two ladies had stripped themselves naked, up to the moment the governess had left the room. My cock had been in full erection the whole time, and now it was positively aching from the prolonged strain; so I at once threw myself upon the lovely naked woman, and clasping her lithe, yielding body in my arms, I poked her with such vigour that I astonished both her and myself.
When she had put on her scanty attire, she sat down beside me on the sofa, and after complimenting me on the vigour I had shown; she said: “I hope you enjoyed the entertainment. I think it was quite a Variety’ show.”
“It was splendid,” I replied, giving her a hearty kiss. “I never enjoyed anything more in my life. You are a very clever woman. The way you worked up Miss Martin was a triumph of art.”
Frances laughed merrily. “Oh, she is a perfect innocent! She has learnt more this afternoon, than she ever learnt in the whole of her previous life. Now, tell me truly what you dunk of her figure.”
“She is a very well-made woman, but her figure is not so good as yours,” I replied; and I meant what I said.
Frances was very much pleased, and she kissed me. Then she observed: “Well anyhow, she has got a bigger bottom than I have. I really do admire it; and I should often like to birch it, as I did just now.”
“I daresay you would,” I said, laughingly. “But I am very sure you will never be able to get her to let you birch her again. You flogged her right well, and she must be rather sore at this moment.”
“I did lay on smartly,” said Frances smiling, “and I am afraid I shall never again have the pleasure of touching her big bottom with the rod. But now you had better go away. I don’t want her to find out that you have been in the house at all. Come back at seven o’clock and dine with us; but be careful not to drop a hint about what you have seen.”
I accepted the invitation to dinner; then I gave Frances a kiss, and slipped quietly out of the house, while Miss Martin was still in her room-putting vaseline on her bottom-I suppose. It was then four o’clock, so I took a stroll in Regent-street, and “drew” the Burlington Arcade. Then I went to my chambers and dressed for dinner, and at seven o’clock, I was again in Frances’ drawing-room, waiting for the ladies to make their appearance. In about five minutes they came into the room with their arms round each other’s waists; both were prettily dressed, Frances looking handsome, and Miss Martin looking quite pretty. She shook hands with me in her cordial way; her face showed no trace of disturbance, her eyes were bright, and her manner was as calm and composed, as if nothing out of the common had occurred during the afternoon. The birching had not affected her spirits; though no doubt her bottom was still tender.
We had a very nice dinner, and when it was over we spent a pleasant evening in the drawing-room, conversing on the various topics of the day. Miss Martin talked well, and sensibly, and, as I chatted with her, I often caught Frances glancing at me with such a humorous twinkle in her eyes that I had some difficulty in keeping my countenance. How horrified the demure-looking lady would have been, had she known that I had seen her, stark naked, being birched a few hours previously! I did not get back to my chamber till midnight. I stayed in town for three weeks after that little event, then, as the shooting season had commenced, I went down to Oakhurst, where I remained until the end of the year.
XIX
At the beginning of January I returned to London and took up my abode at my chambers, I had not seen Frances for some time; so the day after my arrival in town, I started off co pay her a visit, hoping to spend a couple of hours with her, and have a nice, quiet poke, but I was disappointed. It happened to be Frances’ “afternoon”-which I had forgotten-and when the maid ushered me into the drawing-room, I found it full of visitors of both sexes. Mrs. Markham shook hands with me in the usual conventional manner, saying a few commonplace words of welcome, and then I had to take my seat among the chattering throng, just as an ordinary visitor. I swore inwardly, for I wanted a poke badly, and Frances was looking most “fetching” at that moment, both in face and figure. She had entirely given up wearing mourning, and she was dressed in a handsome, richly-laced tea-gown, and she was by far the prettiest woman in the room.