"This is all a mystery to me," she observed.
"Let him lie in your lap a minute, Aggy, and I will show you."
"Oh, no, no, no, I won't. Whatever will Mademoiselle do?"
"Mademoiselle! You are mine, do you forget? Lie on your back, dear."
Agnes soon rolled over.
"Now, Julian!"
I reluctantly reclined upon her.
"Beg her permission to tickle her with your tongue."
"Put his head-there! — Between my legs? Oh, Beatrice!" cried Agnes, with a deep flush.
"Yes; he knows the way. Now, Julian!"
I tickled the soft virginal aperture and stiff little clitoris with my tongue until Agnes was almost fainting with pleasure. But before anything happened, Beatrice made me lie upon Agnes; her chemise was between her and myself.
"Now," said Beatrice, "Agnes, dear, imagine that that thing you have been amusing yourself with is inside you, inside where he has been kissing you."
"Oh, how-dreadful!"
"And hold him tightly." She did so, and Beatrice whipped me gently.
At last the spasm overtook me.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Julian!" cried Agnes, biting my lips with her pretty mouth.
On examination the chemise was found to be well wetted on both sides.
"There, that is what he did to Maud, only actually inside her. Should he treat our sister as a harlot? 249
"Oh, the wretch! He ought to be hung."
"As I find your word is not enough, Julian, and your bondage must be more severe, you shall be mine, not for five years or ten, but as long as you live. Mine, body and soul. What a slave I shall make of you! And as you did what you did to Maud in utter disregard to your promise to me I shall not consider you have expiated your offence until you have besought and implored me to let you do it to her again after our marriage, and have gained her assent, and then you shall do it in front of me. I shall tell Maud at the first opportunity and get her to meet us on our honeymoon. There!"
"Now kiss your mistress," she said, "and receive your fate; when you are married to me I promise you, you will spend more of your time between my legs than anywhere else!"
I yielded. I kissed my hairy mistress with a queer sensation that she was to be my wife and my tyrant for all my days.
"Now, Julian, I consider we are engaged!"
"Yes," I cried eagerly, "yes, Beatrice!"
"Well, as he is mine, I will give him a kiss," and the dear girl touched the top of Mons. Priapus with her ruby lips, tickled him with her little tongue, and bit him with her pearl like teeth.
"Does that give you pleasure?" she asked, gazing with liquid eyes into mine.
No need to chronicle the response.
"You are having all the fun, Bee; it is not fair, playing with and sucking that great big thing as if it was a sugar stick!"
"Indeed!" cried Beatrice, with a quick fierce glance at Agnes.
"Very well," with an air which I knew meant mischief, "you shall have your share!"
"Come," she said, gathering her skirts up a little, and spreading her pretty limbs apart, "come and sit down between my knees, your back to me-so"-as Agnes readily complied. "Now lie back, your head down in my lap, and give me your hands."
I noticed that Beatrice crossed her legs across Agnes' middle.
"Well," Agnes exclaimed, "what next?"
"Now, Julian," continued Beatrice, "kneel across her and me; lie down upon me, your face close to mine."
"Oh, Bee!" cried Agnes, turning pale. "He has got that thing against my face. Do let go of my hands for one moment, or it will be in my mouth!"
"Yes, that is exactly what I intend," calmly remarked Beatrice, holding the struggling girl firmly, "you wanted your share of the sugar stick, you shall have it. I will take good care it is none of it wasted. Put it into her mouth, Julian, well in; imagine it is inside me, and make it do what it did inside Maud, and half an hour ago in her own lap."
"Oh, no, no, no," cried Agnes, "I–I won't-"
I stopped her utterance by promptly popping Mons. Priapus between her pretty lips, well into her little mouth. She was transfixed. I felt the back of her throat with his head.
In two minutes I shot my appreciation of Beatrice down Agnes' gullet.
It was intensely bizarre and exciting to give to Agnes the emotion that Beatrice had evoked.
"There," said Beatrice, "I hope you enjoy and appreciate your lollipop!"
"It is much nicer than I thought it would be," naively remarked Agnes, sputtering and wiping her mouth with her dainty handkerchief.
And then, looking at me, she gave me a sound smack on the cheek.
After a moment's silence she added: "You must lend him to me sometimes, Bee, and next time, he-must-put it-else-elsewhere," and a rosy blush mantled over neck and face.
CHAPTER 19
Elise one afternoon told me I was to get ready for a drive with Mademoiselle and soon her prancing ponies and pretty carriage came round to the door.
It was the first time except when returning home that I had been outside the grounds dressed as a girl and the prospect gave me a fresh shock.
My hat and thickest veil emphasized my girl's costume as I reclined by Mademoiselle (who drove herself) in ladylike fashion holding up a little parasol.
I felt quite naughty when I saw her whip her ponies which she did with a will. She had two whips. One for occasional and special use was short and heavy. She positively employed it to castigate, with deliberate, conscious archness, the off pony's private parts. He frisked and pranced to the satisfaction of Mademoiselle and to the intense merriment of the miniature groom in the rumble, who would have a fine story for the servant's hall and the stable loft.
Fortunately for the near pony Mademoiselle could not get at him; but he received many a stinging cut horizontally across his buttocks delivered from over my head.
Mademoiselle noticed how her use of the whip asphyxiated me.
"Julia," she said, loud enough for the tiger to hear, "if you don't behave, if you ever show the mulish spirit of these ponies, I will flog you just in the same way. I'll tie you up naked to a trapeze by the wrists and-lash you!"
"Oh, Mademoiselle!"
She turned and the flame in her eyes set me on fire.
We returned after a drive of about two hours which had, owing to its incidents, served to reawaken all my old naughtiness. I longed for anything Mademoiselle would give me.
When we got home, Mademoiselle held a seance by way of afternoon lessons in the schoolroom.
My good fortune was nearer at hand than I had anticipated but at the cost of much more preliminary excitement.
Beatrice had not looked at her Dante and came to terrible grief over a difficult passage. To make matters worse she lost her temper and angrily told Mademoiselle, she herself knew the construction of the passage as little as she (Beatrice) did.
Mademoiselle rose in her majestic fashion without a word. We expected the heavens to fall, while poor Beatrice looked flushed and dumbfounded, as she stood before her. No doubt she knew her fate and it was one no girl could contemplate with equanimity.
Mademoiselle rang the bell.
Mary answered.
"You must be birched soundly on your bare bottom," remarked Mademoiselle to Beatrice, who drew her breath quickly and defiantly. "Julia"-I gasped-"Julia shall give you two dozen. Remove your drawers, Miss!"
I caught my breath, and felt as though I should faint. I whip Beatrice!
"I won't be whipped! It is a shame and disgrace! It is not fair! I know the meaning of the passage as well as any old commentator of the lot. I don't believe the author himself knew what he meant. I won't be exposed, I won't"-with a desperate stamp of her little foot-"to-to-to him. I won't let him whip me." 254
"A third dozen for impudence and insubordination. Now, Julia, lay them on well, mind! Mary!"