Anonymous - Gynecocracy

"Oh, Ellen!" I exclaimed, turning all manner of colours.

She walked to her room bidding me follow her; and when I had entered, she shut the door behind me.

"Take off your drawers and hand them to me, if you please," she ordered, dryly and peremptorily.

I looked at her, I looked up, and I looked down, and she steadily looked at me, not repeating her command, but waiting for its execution and evidently wondering how long I was going to keep her waiting.

Some magnetic force impelled me. To my astonishment I found my arms under my skirts, loosening the bands of my beautiful baby drawers of which I was proud and very reluctant to part with.

"Bring them here," said Ellen.

And I obeyed.

"Thank you. Now take off your dress, your petticoat bodice, and your petticoats, and be quicker about it."

I again looked at her involuntarily; I suppose with the view of ascertaining what possibility there existed of successfully rebelling. Ellen very calmly and determinedly returned the gaze. Neither of us spoke.

I proceeded to divest myself of my dress, amp;c, as directed, and stood in my corset, chemise, and stockings before my mistress.

"You will not require those things again; fold them and put them away in this drawer." She went to a walnut chest of drawers and opening one, left it open, and said: "Put your clothes in there."

Under the power of her eye, I, with reluctance, in spite of myself, put my dress and petticoats in.

"Now shut the drawer."

I pushed it with my knees.

"Now you will inform me how you have been accustomed to be punished. Have you had a governess or a tutor?"

"A governess," I stammered out, hanging my head.

I am sure it was not my imagination that Ellen's form dilated at this reply. A keener light came into her eyes and a more set look into her countenance.

"I am glad to hear it. And pray, has she punished you?"

"Yes."

"Often?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"In various ways."

"Has she whipped your bottom?" asked Ellen, looking full at me.

"Yes, she has."

"With a birch, I suppose?"

"Yes."

"Across her knee?"

"No, on a bench, or across an ottoman."

"A fine thing for a big boy like you to be whipped by a girl," exclaimed Ellen scornfully, "and your bottom too!"

I blushed.

She walked to a drawer in an old-fashioned escritoire, opened it, and took out a black leather strap, four or five inches broad and about thirty inches long; its end was sliced into a number of thin strips about six inches long.

"Have you ever seen anything like this before?"

"Yes, I have," I answered, very pale.

"What is it?"

"It is a tawse."

"Yes, it is, and there is nothing I enjoy so much as using it. Every morning and every evening as long as you are here, I shall beat you severely with this," she said resolutely.

"Oh, Ellen, not today!"

"Yes, we may as well begin directly-at once."

"You will not be severe-oh, please!"

"I shall beat you until I am absolutely satisfied, until you are reduced to the most abject, the most grovelling subjection, until you beg and implore, and pray for pardon."

Ellen then walked up to me. Why it was that I could not resist her, I do not know, but I could not. She put me face downwards on a low, broad ottoman, evidently the top of a box for dresses; lifting the skirt of her dress, she held my head between her thighs outside her petticoats, but under her gown, and fastened my hands behind me. Then she lifted my chemise as much as the corset permitted and I could feel her contemplating my legs. I was already sobbing; her grip was ruthless, escape from it was hopeless. She then lifted her arm, continued to lash my bottom and thighs with blows, and commenced to lash me with her heavy leather tawse.

The pain was frightful. I writhed and struggled. She let go my head, pushing me down with her blows well-delivered from the shoulder.

She appeared to be possessed by some demon, to be in a frenzy. Mute with agony I rolled on to the floor, where, spurning me with her pointed shoes, she continued to rain blows upon me.

At last I shrieked and prayed and begged for pardon and mercy, as if my very life depended on it. My supplications appeared to give her intense gratification.

"Will you acknowledge me as your mistress? Will you acknowledge that you are the absolute slave of the petticoat? Will you worship the ground on which I tread? Will you-will you-will you?" she demanded, in a fury.

"Yes, oh, yes! Oh, Ellen! I beg, I implore! Oh, oh, stop! Oh, I will! Oh, I acknowledge I am absolutely subdued, absolutely conquered, absolutely your slave!"

"Then kiss my feet; take off my shoes and kiss them."

I obeyed and she placed them roughly on my mouth as I lay on the floor beside myself with pain.

"You must come with me to my lady's boudoir now."

"Like this?" I exclaimed.

"Yes," she answered.

Lady Alfred was dozing in a light summer toilette over a novel. A short frock disclosed her pretty ankles in pink silk stockings, so short indeed, that I could see up to her knees.

She looked pleased and amused at my appearance.

"I have been obliged to deprive him of his dress, drawers, and petticoats already and have just beaten him, milady, soundly."

"Very good, Ellen, let me see. Lie across my lap, Sir. You can leave him with me till tea time."

"He has had no lunch."

"Then he can go without. Lie across my lap. Upon my word, she has beaten you! What a pretty bottom! How red, black, and blue! Is it very tender?" asked Lady Alfred touching it and exciting herself voluptuously. "Ah, here is something to tell me all about it!" she exclaimed, grasping me in front.

And then rising, she seated herself in a broad, low armchair, the back of which made a very obtuse angle with the seat.

"Lie between my legs. Put it in. Now, Julian, how do you like having your bottom flogged by a girl-by my maid?"

The suggested idea, the position, soon enabled me to express to Alice several times how I appreciated my bondage and its cruel discipline.

As she said, I was the greater part of the ten days between her legs. Naturally, I became tired, fatigued, perhaps I should say, exhausted; but upon those occasions Ellen was requisitioned to lash me with her tawse until I fully satisfied her mistress; and I had some periods of rest when her social duties took Lady Alfred away.

One evening she went to a ball, or, to speak more correctly, to a dinner party, a dance.

I had to sit up to undress her; and when she came in about two o'clock in the morning in all the pride and splendour of her beauty and dress, it appeared that nothing would satisfy her. The champagne at supper was the wrong brand; the chicken was overdone, the salad was not fresh, and whoever heard of a salad at two in the morning. She abused the butler who came up with the tray and the man who carried it; she berated Ellen and she smacked my face.

Ellen took things very quietly while Lady Alfred was fretting and fuming and not knowing what she wanted.

Ellen asked whether she should punish me as I had been very lazy and indolent all the evening.

"Certainly," cried Lady Alfred, "the very thing."

So Ellen took me across her lap.

Lady Alfred then discovered a remedy for her perturbation of feeling. The spanking was no good. She made Ellen go for a birch and stripped me naked and then flogged me mercilessly. It restored her to a good humour. When I was in ribbons held by Ellen, and Lady Alfred had gloated over me to her heart's content, she put me underneath her on the sofa.

I tickled her a few moments with my tongue, exciting her to the highest pitch.

In a transport she removed her leg from across me. "He must come to my bed; and Ellen, you must come too."