Two Flappers In Paris

I began to pant and writhe with pleasure but had not quite reached the spending point.

Then I heard Rose speak again. 'Now, it's your turn to birch him, Miss Nora. Do as Miss Evelyn did. But there are no fixed rules. The operator should perform as she thinks best: she should try to put as much variety and personal charm as possible into the performance.'

'Yes, yes,' I said. 'I will explain all that to them later. Now, Nora darling, whip me well!'

My bottom seemed fairly on fire, so delightfully was my skin burning, and Nora, encouraged by what Rose had just said, tried a method of her own.

She passed her left hand well down under my belly and with the tips of her fingers began to tickle my balls and up and down the shaft of my prick, while at the same time she applied the birch to my bottom in such a way that Rose soon saw that I should not be able to restrain myself much longer if my sweet little tormentor continued her operations. She therefore removed her hand as she had done with Evelyn.

'That will do for the present,' said she, 'otherwise I shall not be able to show you something in a moment which will interest you very much.'

'Oh, what is it?' asked the two girls together.

'You shall see. But first let us unfasten your uncle.'

'Oh! But. .!' exclaimed Evelyn, 'it's not finished. He. . he hasn't. . felt what we felt just now; both of us!'

'Ah!' said Rose laughing, 'that's just what I want to show you. .! There. .! Your bottom is beautifully red, Monsieur Quatrefois. You have had a really good whipping-but, then, you deserved it Confess it and come and receive your pardon with a kiss from your three tormentors!

I made haste to obey, and I enjoyed from the crimson and fresh lips of my two little flappers, as well as from those of my more experienced young friend, three of the most delightful kisses that I have ever had in my life!

CHAPTER SIX: A Lesson in Male Anatomy

Without giving me time to button up my trousers, Rose, followed by Evelyn and Nora who were most curious to see what was going to happen, pushed me towards a door which opened into a sort of small alcove. It formed, so to speak, a kind of dressing-room to the whipping-room. In it the chief piece of furniture was a large bed covered with a dark red velvet coverlet, while on the walls and ceiling were numerous mirrors.

Rose, pointing the bed out to me, said, 'Be so good as to lie down there, on your back.'

I obeyed without asking for any explanation, knowing well that the good and skilful girl had something pleasant in store for us.

As soon us I had assumed the required position she turned my shirt up over my belly and pulled my trousers down to my knees.

'Oh! how big it is!' exclaimed Nora at once.

“Yes, I really believe it is bigger than Father Rustique's,' said Evelyn.

I could feel their warm breath caressing my flesh, so closely were they bending over me.

'Monsieur Quatrefois is very well made!' said Rose, laughing. 'There is nothing exactly remarkable about him, but what you are examining with such interest is one of the finest specimens that I have ever seen!'

Human pride centres in all sorts of things and this compliment was not calculated to diminish mine. As a well-known comedian used to sing in Paris.

. . On a beau faire le malin,

Ca vous fait tout de meme quelque chose!

'Have you seen many?' asked Nora naively.

Rose began to laugh. 'A fair number!' she admitted modestly. Then, becoming suddenly grave and assuming the magisterial air which I have mentioned before, she continued, 'I will now show you in detail, young ladies, what a devil is! Perhaps it will make you wish to put it into hell. At any rate, I hope so. Now, watch-'

She took hold of my tool and held it upright, for in the position in which I was lying it was pointing straight up along my belly.

'What you see here-this bag which Miss Nora was tickling just now so nicely while she was whipping the gentleman-contains the testicles or “balls”. Feel here, gently, quite gently. Do you feel the two balls?'

'Yes, yes! Oh, how funny they feel!'

The little darlings were feeling me so delicately and with such evident interest that it was almost more than I could stand.

'Well, these balls,' continued Rose, 'are called the seminal glands. It is in them that the juice of life is formed. . '

'The juice of life?'

'Yes, or the semen, the liquid which, when poured into the genital organs of a woman, produces the foetus, or the embryo child. This juice, or sperm, is the seed of life.'

'But how is it poured into. . into what you were mentioning?' asked Evelyn.

'I will explain. When it is formed it is accumulated in a little reservoir situated here, between the cheeks of the bottom. Please to open your legs, sir!'

I obeyed at once and the instructing-and tickling! — ringer was placed on my prostate.

'When the devil has been thrust right into hell, it is drawn out and then worked in and out, in and out, as no doubt you noticed in the cinema-room. The object of these movements is to rub the delicate soft surface of the weapon against the folds of the hot sheath in which it is plunged. This is intended to excite it and make it swell and stiffen as much as possible; do you follow?'

'Oh, yes, yes.'

'When it is thoroughly excited there takes place a natural contraction and a spasm which, repeated several times, shoots out the seminal juice through this tube which you see swelling out so on the underside and through this little pink hole at the top. When the juice is poured into the genital parts of the woman a baby is planted. Do you understand?'

'Yes, perfectly,' said Nora. 'But then, if this juice is to be shot out, the. . the weapon must be in its sheath, mademoiselle?'

'Oh! one can make it flow in other ways, fortunately!'

'But then,' said Evelyn in her turn, 'if it is not properly placed, a baby isn't made?'

Rose and I burst out laughing.

'If a baby was made every time a man had this pleasure-for we experience just the same pleasure when we pour out our juice as you did just now at the end of your whipping-the world would soon be over-populated and people, for fear of having more and more children, would indeed be unhappy!'

Then. . then? What can be done to make this juice flow?' asked Nora.

'Oh, that's quite simple,' said Rose. 'Instead of rubbing the weapon in its proper sheath one can rub it in some other way! Like this for instance; look. . '

She took hold of the middle of my tool and slowly at first and then more quickly, began to frig me, half covering and uncovering the red head as she worked the skin up and down.

'Oh, how curious it is to see the head covered and uncovered like that!' said Evelyn.

'This head,' said Rose, 'is called the gland. And this soft supple skin which half covers it is called the foreskin. Now, Miss Evelyn, take hold of it gently and do as you have seen me do. It is called masturbating or, more commonly, frigging, but these are naughty words which must not be used in public, you understand! Like the word “prick”. Oh, there are plenty of them. . plenty!'

'Oh, do tell them to us, mademoiselle!' said the two girls, both together.

'I don't know if I ought to. . “

'Oh, yes, tell them,' I said. 'They want to know all we can teach them, don't you, dearies?'

'Oh, yes, yes!' they exclaimed together.

'Very well, then! That great stiff thing that you have got hold of, Miss Evelyn, is properly called the penis but, more usually, a prick, cock, tool, etc., etc. But these are all nasty words and, for my part, I prefer to call it by affectionate names such as little mouse, doodle, etc., just as I call pussy, fanny, jewel, the famous sheath which we girls have and which is commonly called a cunt.'

'Oh! you are quite right,' said Evelyn excitedly. When I am married later on I shall ask my husband to put his little mouse into my little pussy-and I do hope it really will be a little mouse, not like this great thing which I'm sure would never be able to get into my little pussy.'