Jacky S - Suburban Souls, Book I

Tomorrow then, my most severe master. I adore you.

August 26, 1898.

Lilian's father and mother had left her alone with a servant and her maternal grandmother. They had gone to Hamburg. I was surprised to find that her periodical indisposition should be over by the twenty-fifth, when it generally made its appearance about the twenty-seventh, or twenty-eighth. Therefore, it must have begun on the twenty-first. And as she had not written to me between the seventh and the twenty-first, I began to have shrewd suspicions that something was wrong.

I had got into my head that there was almost a complete understanding between her and her mother's lover. He had taken such great trouble to impress upon me that Lilian should on no account be allowed to get a glimpse at the Horn Book I had lent him, that I began to smell a rat. It was quite unnecessary to repeat that to me so often. Then again, she had written to me that she had not seen the book; that Papa kept it at his bureau and did not bring it home to Sonis. She had got that obscene dialogue, too. I had sufficient knowledge of the secret monthly miseries of women to know that a virgin is generally pretty regular, but I was resolved to wait, watch, and not say anything. Lily was not communicative. There was nothing to be got out of her by a direct question; I must keep my ears open and see what she would let drop in her chatter.

I had a rod in pickle for her, however. Worse than a rod; in fact, a whip. I had ordered a strange instrument, which I am certain I invented myself, as I never saw it before or since. I called it the “whip-stick.” Everyone knows what a swordstick is-a hollow walking-cane, in which is concealed a sharp blade or dagger. I had one made, but instead of containing a sword, it held nothing more deadly than a light lady's riding-whip, or whalebone switch. I could thus walk through Paris without exciting any notice. It was impossible for me to carry a whip in the town, and a very thin bamboo also looked ridiculous in the afternoon, in the hands of a portly, middle-aged gentleman in frockcoat and high hat.

Lilian arrived; pretty, coquettish and very amiable. I scolded her for not having written to me for twelve days, but I did not touch upon the growing intimacy that I suspected between her and he who stood in the light of a stepfather towards her.

I unscrewed the top of my stick and showed the whip that was hidden within. To try it, I made her lift up her skirts, and gave her one cut across her bottom over her half-open drawers. She uttered a shriek and writhed in real pain. I was surprised, but I found that using a riding-whip was quite different to a lithe stick or the hand. I soothed her and petted her, but tears were in her eyes, and she complained bitterly of the smart. I examined her bottom and found a long weal across her left buttock. What was worse, her drawers being open, the end of the lash had by some means curled itself right between the posteriors, and just above the pinky-brown orifice was a little cut. The skin was broken and there was one spot of blood, like a small ruby.

I did not think it advisable to let her know how cruel I had unwittingly been, but I glossed the matter over, and resolved to have a light touch in the future with my whip. In fact, I never used it at all after this afternoon, when I was careful not to hurt her much. I afterwards gave it to Clara, who took it to London and delighted all her friends with it. She has it still, and it is one of her most valued possessions.

By aid of this whip, with which I carefully touched up Lilian over the back and the fat part of her arms, I got her by force to undress slowly before me, but not before I had made her walk about the room with my hand clasping the two hairy lips of her second mouth.

When she was undressed, and I had feasted my eyes and lips on the neat little body I loved so well, and which excited me so strangely, I forced her to stand with her shift lifted up with both hands, as high as her neck. It was a pretty sight to see her thus exposed. She grumbled and laughed in one breath. She could hide nothing, but writhed about as she stood, as if by her serpentine movements she could conceal some parts of her frame from my lecherous gaze. If she tried to drop her chemise, I flourished my whip over her head and she took up her position again. As she stood there, bending down a little, as if by leaning her body over she could hide the fleece that cast a black shadow at the bottom of her maiden, flat belly, I slowly undressed, looking at her all the time, and walking round her as if she was a lay figure, and so heightening her confusion; which I thoroughly enjoyed.

Then I gave her my garments, shirt, etc., to go and hang up, and she knelt down and took off my boots.

She had tied the ribbon to the hairs of her mount and I amused myself by pulling it, in spite of her sharp little cries of pain.

On entering the room, she had reminded me of the ribbon and said she had a great desire to pee. I refused to let her do so for the moment.

Now, as we were both undressed, I told her she could empty her bladder, and although she wanted to very badly, she swore she could not void her urine if I looked at her while she did so.

I made her stand up, by threatening her with the whip, and felt her belly. It was quite hard and distended and I pressed my two first fingers into it on both sides, just above the thighs. She begged me to desist, saying that if I continued to press her navel and belly, she would be unable to keep from emptying herself any longer.

At last, by the aid of threats of the “whip-stick,” and after a few mild touches with it, I succeeded in getting her on the vase, and her long pent-up urine trickled loudly into the pot, as I stood over her. She was crimson with shame, but nevertheless highly pleased and lustfully excited.

We then got on the bed, both completely naked, and, after our usual kisses and close embraces, I ordered her to masturbate herself. This she absolutely refused to do, but I was obdurate. Again the whip was brought forward, and I kept it by my side on the bed. Finally, she reluctantly laid her hand between her thighs and began awkwardly and slowly, making out as if she hardly knew how. It was very pretty for me to see and feel her graceful body reclining across my thighs and watch the play of her features. She was cross and merry by turns, but lust soon overcame her, as the required result was brought about in the following way. She was willing to do what I wanted if I kept my hand on hers, and tickled her round about the tender spot, while she manipulated her rose-bud herself. By the united caress of her hand and mine, she soon emitted and then had a long bout of tongue and lip sucking.

I then got over her, pretending to penetrate her in the natural way, until we were both beside ourselves with desire. We were face-to-face, her thighs open and legs outstretched. My weapon was rubbing against the upper part of the openings of her furrow, our tongues joined, and the index of my right hand slowly penetrating her hot fundament.

Suddenly, she threw her arms around me and, closing her thighs, pressed my organ between them, saying:

“It is nice like this!”

I pushed up and down in the imitation vulva thus formed, and rubbed against her pussy; she moved her bottom up to meet my strokes. Pleasure seized us both at the same moment; I felt the shudder of joy vibrate through her frame and I discharged copiously.

I turned over onto my back, and when we had recovered from the effects of our enervating sham fight, I showed her what a state her thighs were in, and her mount covered with my thick semen.

“Ah!” she exclaimed, in fright, her face and mouth distorted with fear. “Am I no longer a virgin?”

She seemed greatly alarmed, but I explained the difference between what we had done and genuine copulation. Reassured, she made me cuddle her tightly and fell asleep on my breast. I kept quiet so as not to awaken her and slept as well. When we both woke, it was six o'clock, and Lilian had slobbered in her sleep on my hairy chest, like a little baby girl.