Edward Sellon - The New Epicuriean

'Oh Bella,' cried all the other girls in a breath, 'for shame, to speak so to Sir Charles. Never mind her, sir, she is always like that, a miserable thing to spoil fun.'

'I am sorry to hear it,' said I. 'When I invite young ladies here I expect them to be cheerful and polite, and if they are not we have a birch rod quite handy.'

Mrs. J coming up at this moment, the girls all ran to tell her how Bella had behaved.

'In that case, Sir Charles,' said the good lady, 'we must commence the sports by giving her a good flogging.'

Miss Marshall turned paler than she was before at this announcement. Mrs. J had a heavy hand, as she knew by dear-bought experience, but she was of a dogged and sulky disposition and said nothing.

'How now, miss,' cried Mrs. J, 'say you are very sorry immediately or you shall be flogged at once.'

No answer.

'Will you apologise or not?'

No answer.

'Yes, yes; I see we must make you speak then. Here, my good girl,' said she, addressing Phoebe. 'You are strong, take her up; and you, my little lasses, come, hold her legs.'

And the refractory Bella being mounted, and her clothes thrown over her head, Mrs. J selected from a new birch broom a goodly handful of twigs and, tying them with a ribband, prepared for action.

We all now had a full view of her well-formed white buttocks and thighs; and the other girls, who seemed to enjoy the scene, held her legs so wide apart that we could see her pouting cunny and all the regions thereabout.

Bella, meanwhile, bounding and struggling to be free, only exposed her charms the more.

'Now,' said Mrs. J, 'you young hussy, for whom I have never yet received a shilling, I'll teach you manners, you wretched pauper, I will.'

And she commenced flogging her till the stubborn girl roared for mercy and her white bottom glowed again.

'No-no-no,' cried Mrs. J, giving a tremendous cut each time she said the word, 'I will flog this devil out of you before I have done.'

'Oh, dear madam, pray forgive me. Oh-oh-oh-oh; land Sir Charles, do intercede! Oh, I shall die; oh! oh!'

But by this time I had got too much interested to interfere and quieted Cecilia with a gesture, and the operation proceeded.

Large weals rose up on her flesh, the blood started and ran down her thighs, and at length, with a prolonged shriek, she feinted.

'There,' cried Mrs. J, drawing a long breath, 'take her away, and don't let me see the slut till it is time to leave.'

But at the sight of the poor feinting girl I relented, and lifting her up bore her to a couch in my room; and having unfastened her dress and bathed her temples with Hungary water, I left her and returned to my company. Preparations were just being made for a game at hunt-the-slipper, and everyone being seated on the lawn I ran round the circle, every now and then feeling for the slipper under the legs of the girls.

The little screams, the shouts of laughter, and the fun was tremendous; for you may be sure that every girl in her turn felt my hand between her naked thighs.

With some it was a hasty grasp, but with others I lingered and fairly frigged, pretending all the while that I was sure they had the slipper. To see the little Agnes and Augusta laugh at being so tickled was delightful; and the conscious blushes of the Misses Jennings and Bellew were equally enchanting. As for Miss Bellew, her languishing black eyes shot forth scintillations of light as she fairly spent in my hand; but the little Jennings was less precocious and merely laughed at the fun.

Altogether it was a most fucktious romp, and made me so amorous that I at length proposed a game of hide-and-seek for a change, and unperceived beckoned to Cecilia; we both ran to hide.

Having retired into a deep cluster of trees and shrubs, I put my little wife on her knees and was into her in a moment, at the same time calling out 'whoop'. Into the wood they all came shouting and laughing, but could not for a long time find us; at length Agnes and Augusta taking an opposite vista to their companions, came suddenly upon us just as my climax came. I immediately drew out, and thus gave them a complete view of that red headed staff, at the sight of which, and of their cousin's ivory posteriors shining in the sun, they stopped, turned round, and bounded off to their companions, crying out:

'Oh! Miss Jennings, oh Miss Bellew, here's Sir Charles doing to cousin Cecilia just what the horse did to the mare!'

Then we heard a whispering; and presently I became aware, by the rustling of the branches, that the girls were placing themselves in ambush to see all they could.

The idea of such beauteous spectators brought me up to the mark again in a moment, and at it we went in good style. Every now and then a little eager face would peep out from among the leaves and then be withdrawn in great trepidation, which caused such a thrill to run through my veins that I brought that second embrace to a conclusion much sooner than I had a mind to.

No sooner did they see that I was beginning to button up again but they scampered off in different directions, pretending to be looking for us. Meanwhile, we shifted our quarters and again cried out 'whoop'.

This time they ran up to catch us, pretending, the little sly pussies, that they had had such a hunt for us. It being now Miss Bellew's turn to hide, we all remained on the lawn while she ran into the wood. It now occurred to me for the first time that Mrs. J and Phoebe had disappeared, nor could I anywhere see Chloe.

So when Miss Bellew's 'whoop' summoned us to the wood, instead of looking for her I hunted in every direction for the truants and, at length, at some distance from the spot where the game was going on, I fancied I saw a bit of blue silk between the trees; bending my steps to a thick clump of hazel, I approached softly, and lo! on a little patch of mossy turf, in a hollow space, I espied the excellent Mrs. J doing a little bit of tribadism with Phoebe. They were at the height of enjoyment, Phoebe uppermost.

'Ah, ah, my sweet girl,' Mrs. J was sighing out. 'That is it. Ah, ah, now you've found the right place, at the-top. Oh, bliss; ah-oh. Ur-r-r! Oh, how nice; continue to roll your tongue round and round.'

Then slapping the beautiful great white bottom of Phoebe, which was presented to her, she continued, 'Oh, what heavenly charms, what a skin! what glorious white globes! what a delicious little nether mouth, let me kiss your sweet cunny; let me thrust my tongue in and taste your spendings. Ah, this is bliss indeed. Ur-r-r-r!'

Then Phoebe began.

'Ah, dear madam, what are you doing? oh lud, it do make me feel so funny loike. Oh, my, ain't it nice though? Oh-'

A gush of spending from Mrs. J stopped her mouth, while the movements became furious. Phoebe rolled off on to the grass and the two women lay without sense or motion beyond the heaving of their breasts. I was much amused and retreated without being discovered.

I now thought of Chloe, and wanting my snuffbox which I had left indoors, I went to get it; the first thing that met my eyes was the little girl trying to console the naughty Miss Marshall, who was lying on her side on a couch, with her face to the wall, while the good-natured Chloe was bathing the poor flayed bum of the young lady.

I approached softly, and with my finger on my lip motioned to Chloe to take no notice, and seated myself about a yard from them.

As Miss Marshall's clothes were turned up above her waist, I was able to contemplate at my ease the symmetrical proportions of her sylph-like form.

The fine contour of her virgin rose and the little rosebud attached thereto, all was before me.

Presently she spoke. 'How kind you are to me, dearest Chloe,' she said, languidly. 'I begin to feel in less pain now, but what is very singular is that I, who never had any sensations in that part before, now feel a most singular itching between the legs-in the slit, you know.'