Anonymous - The memoirs of Dolly Morton

So, taking off my hat and gloves, I waited for his next move.

He took off his coat and waistcoat, then made me lean over the back of a low, broad armchair with my hands resting on the seat. (I was not surprised, for he often had placed me over a chair before.) He next rolled up the skirt of my habit to my shoulders, and, since my body was curved by the position in which I was leaning, my bottom was well stuck out and my breeches tightly stretched. After a little fumbling under my corset, he unbuttoned the breeches and with some difficulty pulled them down to the tops of my boots. Then he carefully tucked up my chemise, leaving me bare to the attack.

He always was fond of looking at me and feeling my bottom, so he stroked it, saying: Why, Dolly, your bottom seems to be plumper, prettier and whiter than ever, but I am going to redden it with a little spanking.

When I heard him say this, I was frightened. He never had offered to do such a thing to me before. Raising my head, and looking over my shoulder I said in a pleading tone: Oh, don’t spank me. I can’t bear pain. But I did not attempt to move from the position he had placed me in. Somehow or other, I never could resist his will.

I won’t hurt you, he said. I’ll only make you feel a pleasant tingling sensation. He then began to spank me; not with much force, but yet sufficiently hard to cause my skin to tingle more than I liked, and he applied the slaps to one side of my bottom only, leaving he other side quite untouched.

When he had spanked the whole surface of one buttock from the upper part down to the thigh, he stopped, saying with a laugh: There, Dolly. One cheek is pink as a rose and the other is white as a lily. The contrast is charming. It is a pity that you cannot see for yourself.

Then, going to work again, he spanked the white cheek until it also turned a rosy pink. But I can’t say that I felt only a pleasant tingling sensation; in point of fact, my bottom decidedly smarted. But, strange to say, the slight spanking had excited a voluptuous feeling in me and I was anxious to receive the stroke.

Randolph now unbuttoned his trousers. Then, making me separate my legs slightly, he clasped his arms round my body and, stooping a little, thrust his thing into the spot between the cleft of the thighs. Holding me in a close embrace with his belly pressed against my bottom, he began to lunge at me strongly, giving me the full length of his member, while I, pressing my thighs together, clipped the weapon tightly in the sheath, at the same time moving my loins briskly backwards and forwards to meet his powerful thrusts.

He worked away in fine style, and I gave him every assistance. Thus, in a few seconds, the supreme spasm arrived. He discharged copiously, while I squirmed and twisted myself about, wriggling my bottom in voluptuous ecstasy until all was over. Then my knees gave way under me and I should have fallen had he not held me up.

That was a good one, Dolly, wasn’t it, said he, helping me to my feet. You did your part very well.

I smiled, and, pulling up my breeches, buttoned them round my waist, while he fastened the front of his trousers and put on his coat and waistcoat. I do not know whether during his absence he had touched a woman or not, but the poke he gave me that day was the most vigorous I ever had received from him. (Since that time I have learned by experience that all men are fanciful; they like change, and are fond of making love to women in all sorts of ways. But women do not care to be had in fancy positions with their clothes on; they prefer to be embraced in the old-fashioned way, lying on their backs in or on a comfortable bed, with nothing on but a chemise or a nightdress.)

The welcoming party over, Randolph and I went to our respective rooms and dressed for dinner, meeting each other at the table at seven o’clock. It was an excellent repast. The cooks had done their best, and the gumbo soup, stewed terrapin and roast canvasback ducks were cooked to perfection. Since we both were hungry, we did full justice to the various dishes, and also to the champagne and other wines.

Randolph asked me how the women had behaved during his absence, and I replied that they had not given me the least trouble. Then I told him how I had spanked the two children for killing the kitten. He was very much amused, laughing heartily at my description of the affair, and he said that I was such a meek little creature that he did not think that I would have had the courage to whip the children single-handed.

After dinner, when we were in the drawing room, Randolph told me that he was having great trouble with his business matters, owing to the unsettled state of affairs between the North and South. Randolph, like all Southerners at that period, hated the Northerners, speaking of them most contemptuously and calling them damned Yankees. He said also that he did not think that they would dare to push matters to extremes with the South.

Being a Yankee myself, I did not like to hear Yankees spoken of with such contempt, and I felt convinced in my own mind that they would be quite able to hold their own with the Southerners. However, I did not argue the point. I had long given up trying to argue with Randolph, for, whenever I attempted to hold an opinion different to his, he always told me that I did not know what I was talking about, and to shut up.

The evening passed, and, at eleven o’clock, we went to bed; but before going to sleep he made me lie on my side while he, also on his side, lay behind me with his arms round me and his bare belly pressed close against my naked bottom, so that his stiff member passed between my thighs and into my cleft. Then, grasping one of my breasts in each of his hands, he poked me. This was a favorite position of his. He used to call it spoon position.

Next morning after breakfast he went out to make an inspection of the plantation to see how things had been carried out during his absence. He found everything in good order, so he came back to lunch in a good humor and, when it was over, he ordered the two-horse buggy and we went for a drive.

It was a bright, hot afternoon, so he drove through the shadiest lanes and we happened to pass the little dell where he had made the assault on me. Pulling up the horses and pointing with his whip to the spot, he said with a laugh: Do you remember this place, Dolly?

I did remember it well! And I thought of the long and desperate struggle which I had waged to keep my maidenhead, which, after all, I had to surrender to him. Oh, I remember the place very well, I replied. Do you think I possibly could forget it?

He again laughed, saying: How you did kick and scream and fight! You quite astonished me.

I would not have believed that a little woman like you could have made such a strong resistance. It was an exciting struggle and the thought of it has given me an erection, so I intend to have a roll on the grass with you.

I said nothing, but I thought a great deal. I was going to be rogered on the very spot where I once had successfully resisted his assault. It surely was the very irony of ironies.

Randolph got out of the buggy and hitched the horses to a tree. Then, lifting me down, he carried me to the little hollow and laid me on the grass. After some amorous dalliance, he placed me in the position, turned up my petticoats and poked me strongly, making me bounce under him.

Ah, Dolly, he remarked when all was over, if you had let me get on the top of you that day, you would not have had your bottom whipped by the lynchers nor would you have ridden the rail.