We had some other visitors at the time who occupied a good deal of our attention. After Harry had been with us a few days, Mr. Everard came to pay us a visit, and I found he was to remain with us for a week. I was rather surprised to see the intimate footing on which he seemed to be with Harry. The first night after he arrived I had retired to my room, and, not feeling disposed for sleep, I sat down in an arm chair before the fire, after I had half undressed myself. I was thinking of dear Harry and lamenting that when we were so near each other we should be so cruelly deprived of the happiness of meeting in private, when I was startled to hear a key gently turned in the lock of the door which led into the storeroom. I jumped up in amazement-for I had never seen that door opened by any one but myself- and to my extreme delight, I beheld my own dear boy. “Good heavens, Harry!” I exclaimed, “how came you here?” But he put his fingers on his lips, saying, “Hush, not a word, but come this way.” He extinguished the candle in my room, and, throwing his arm round my waist, he led me into the storeroom, where there was sufficient light coming through the glazed door to enable us to take up our position at my old hiding place without making any noise. I found that he had already placed a cushion before the door, upon which we could kneel, and had arranged the curtain so as to admit of our seeing all that was going on within the boudoir. To my surprise there were three persons in the room. I had somehow been prepared to see my aunt and Mr. Everard, and I had no difficulty in recognizing the third, an extremely pretty well-made girl of seventeen, who, on my return, I had found established as lady's-maid to my aunt-though she was certainly now in a very different condition from what I had ever seen her in before. Mr. Everard was standing beside her. He had evidently been engaged in stripping off her clothes and was then in the act of raising her shirt over her head, disclosing the whole of her extremely beautiful and handsome form perfectly naked. My aunt stood on the other side with a birch rod in her hand, which she immediately applied with considerable severity to the lovely posteriors thus nakedly exposed before her.
Susan seemed by no means to relish the sensation thus occasioned, and she drew back from the strokes of the birch, putting her hands behind her to save her poor buttocks. But by my aunt's directions, Mr. Everard took hold of her and held her arms fast, making her bend forwards and stoop down, so as to expose the polished surface of the snowy hillocks more completely to my aunt's blows. After this flagellation had continued for some little time, they led her to the sofa, and laid her down upon it, on her back, with her bottom resting just on the edge of the sofa. Mr. Everard then threw his arms round her legs, and raised them up again so as completely to expose her bottom to the lash. Supporting her legs in this position with one arm, he separated her thighs, and thrusting his other hand between them, he plunged one of his fingers into the central abode of bliss, and moved it up and down-much in the same way you used to do me in some of your wild fits of wanton sport-occasionally stopping to press and tickle the funny little clitoris which I could sometimes see peeping forth from its charming abode when more than usually excited by his lascivious caresses.
All this time my aunt continued to ply the rod upon her lovely buttocks, and it was quite evident to me that instead of now occasioning pain to Susan, the sharp blows which my aunt continued to administer only excited her, and added to her delight. She did not now shrink from the lash but seemed rather to shove her buttocks forward to receive it, and I could distinctly see the lips of the charming cleft opening and shutting, and with nervous energy closing round and clasping the wicked finger which was thus tantalizing her with a mock pleasure.
After a few minutes of vigorous action on all sides, she uttered an energetic exclamation, “Oh, oh! It comes, it comes.” My aunt suspended her blows; Mr. Everard responded to her excited heaves by two or three motions of his finger, slower and more gentle than before, and then allowed the panting and exhausted girl to sink down upon the sofa where she lay breathless and motionless for a few minutes.
While she was recovering from the effects of her violent exertions, my aunt sat down on the sofa beside Mr. Everard, and putting her hand round his waist, said, “Let me see if this naughty gentleman is ready for action, or whether he requires you to be tickled a little first.”
He smiled and said he thought he would not require to trouble her at present. It was evident that she was bent on beholding in what condition he was, and he at once took off his coat and waistcoat, and allowed her to remove the other obstacles which impeded her view of the desired object, while he proceeded to procure for himself the same gratification which he was thus to afford to her. In this he was assisted by Susan-who had now recovered her senses-so that my aunt's clothes were soon stripped off and she was rendered as naked as Susan herself, exhibiting her splendid full-grown womanly charms in all their perfection; but my curiosity was more than ever excited by the development of Mr. Everard's naked person. You know I had never seen a man naked before, for dear Harry's person, however much delight the contemplation of it might give me, was, after all, merely that of a boy, though of a very handsome boy. But here I was to see exposed before me the figure of a full-grown man, and of an extremely handsome and well-made man, too, and from what had taken place I could not doubt that his peculiar manly attribute would be presented to me in the most imposing state of amorous excitement, nor was I disappointed. The protruding condition of his shirt, when my aunt pulled off his trousers as he sat on the sofa, somewhat prepared me for what was to appear, but when she drew his shirt over his head, and exposed his glowing priapus in the most splendid state of erection, I was thunderstruck. I gazed upon it with astonishment and admiration, and could hardly believe the evidence of my eyes when the charming spectacle burst upon my sight.
But a still more delicious sensation was awaiting me. I had been so much interested and absorbed in the scene I was witnessing that I had scarcely noticed what Harry was about. I was only aware that while one arm was clasped around my waist, the other hand was wandering uncontrolled over the most secret parts of my person, pressing my soft buttocks, twisting its fingers amidst the tender curls which since our last meeting had completely encircled the grotto of love, and trying without success to insinuate a naughty finger into the bower of bliss, which you well know was so narrow as hardly to admit even your delicate finger.
I had not noticed, however, that while the process of undressing was going on before us, the young rogue had withdrawn his arm from round my waist and had been busy performing the same operation upon himself, having completely unloosened his trousers and allowed them to sink down to his knees. You may form some idea, though you cannot conceive the extent of my enjoyment when, as I gazed with wonder and delight on the miraculous object displayed by Mr. Everard, I felt dear Harry take my hand and place it upon his own equally excited and still more lovely weapon. Heavens! how I started, and what a thrill of delight shot through my whole frame as I felt the warm soft smooth flesh of his exquisite truncheon throbbing in my grasp. I clasped it tenderly, and in the excitement of my feelings my head sank on his shoulder, and I would have fallen down had he not thrown his arm round me to support me. I was so agitated that for some minutes I could think of, or attend to, nothing else.