Anonymous - Pauline

Thinking to get at the bottom of this mystery, I said, “I can quite understand your desire for being about in complete nakedness. You are very beautiful."

"You, too, are very beautiful,” she said.

"My face is-at least so I have been told."

"Ah, but your body, too, my dear."

"Indeed. I didn't know that you had seen enough of me to make such a judgment."

"Yes,” she said, touching a button on a stand. “I happened to have been in Frankfurt, and there I had the pleasure of seeing you in your opera. You were marvelous as Juliette-particularly in the balcony scene."

"Indeed. I seemed to have set a precedent in the art of appearing in almost complete nakedness-in the opera at least."

"Enough,” she said, “to convince me that you are beautiful. There is one thing, however, that I don't understand: Why have you never removed your pubic hair?"

"That's strange,” I said, smiling. “I was just wondering where yours was. I have so much and you have none; I'll admit, however, that it makes your cunt more beautiful.” I thought this would surely open up the conversation a little, but she merely said, “That is very complimentary, but I did not remove it for beauty's sake; it was purely for sanitary reasons. Not only am I without the useless hair, but my maids are compelled to remove theirs also."

Wishing to be a little more daring, I said, “I once suggested having mine removed, but my lover at that time said it would be a shame to remove it; he said the hair just shaded it enough to make my pussy beautiful.” Allowing this to sink in for a moment, I added, “And what does your lover say about yours? He likes ‘bare facts’ I presume?"

Before the countess had a chance to answer this, a maid entered in answer to her summons. Here again I was the least bit shocked, for the maid, another very beautiful and shapely girl, entered, her only covering being unusually high-heeled slippers and the tiniest apron I had ever seen. While I was busily engaged in summing up the girl's fine points, the countess said, “Why did you keep me waiting, Molly?” and without waiting for an answer, continued: “Hold yourself in readiness for my call; then come and bring the whip. I shall lash you between your legs. In the meantime, bring a bottle of my choicest wine and two glasses."

I had been watching the maid and I couldn't help but note the expression on her face as she listened to her mistress’ scolding. The color mounted to her cheeks, she bit her lower lip, a brightness came into her large eyes, and I was sure the faintest trace of a smile crossed her pretty face. When she bent her knee and turned and walked from the room, my eyes followed her, and I could easily understand what Nina meant when she said the countess’ maids were the prettiest in Europe; her bottom-cheeks were beautiful, and I should know, for the girl was stark naked behind.

I was on the verge of asking questions regarding this girl when the countess interrupted. “You were asking about a lover, were you not?” and when I nodded, she went on. “I have none; in fact I have never had one, if you were referring to a man lover."

"How, then, do you get your pleasure-if that's a fair question?"

I watched her now; I wanted to note the reaction to this.

She shrugged her shapely shoulders. “Sounds funny to you, no doubt, but I have no desire for a man. I am quite content with my maids; besides, they understand me."

I saw I would have to change my tactics. I hadn't, so far, gained the slightest bit of information. I would have to do something unusual to gain the facts I wanted. I said, “I surely cherish your wine; it is dreadfully warm,” and I fanned myself with my handkerchief.

"Oh, my dear,” she said, “I'm sorry. I quite forgot myself; I was so comfortable I quite forgot my guest. You will stay for dinner, won't you?"

"I haven't made any other arrangements,” I said, “and will be delighted to stay; I rather like your arrangements here.” This had the desired result, for she promptly said, “Then why not make yourself comfortable by slipping off your clothes? You are not bashful?"

"Hardly,” I answered, smiling. “Too many persons have seen me naked for me to be modest now.” Then I added, “You forget, my dear, I have a lover."

The countess remained in her position on the lounging chair as I started to undress. “I shall have one of my maids assist you,” she said, touching the convenient button again.

I laughed. “I'm almost afraid to trust myself with such a pretty girl,” I said, giving a slight little wiggle with my hips, and before she could find an answer to this, the maid appeared. This one, however, was one I hadn't seen as yet.

"Assist Madam with her slippers and stockings,” said the Countess. Up to that point, I had removed only my upper garments, and I was surprised to see how quickly this pretty girl went about the task assigned her. Quickly kneeling, she slipped both hands beneath my dress and up along my leg to my knee. Remembering, then, that she had failed to remove the slipper, she quickly did so, and once again her hands slid up along my leg. Watching the countess, I made it appear as though I was having difficulty with my skirts, and was delighted to note that instead of watching her maid, she was watching the uncovering of my charms.

Glancing down, I happened to catch the maid's eye, and I noted the deep color in her cheeks; she was deliberately taking her time about removing the garters. Catching the hint, I said: “Be careful not to stretch the elastic, my dear.” Again turning my attention to the Countess, I said, “Are you in the habit of whipping your maids simply because they happen to be delayed in answering your summons?” As I said this, I felt the unmistakable sensation of soft fingers stealing up my thigh-far, far too high to have anything to do with the garter!

"That's why I asked you to call today,” the countess said, moving with that languor common to one under the influence of another's presence under certain circumstances. “This is punishment day."

"Indeed,” I said, making believe I was surprised at this choice bit of information. “Then I am in luck. I have never witnessed anything like that."

Hidden beneath my skirts as they were, the maid's hands were taking advantage of the golden opportunity, for while one hand toyed with the elastic of the second garter, the other slid along and quite came to rest among the curls that lay hidden there. Holding my waist momentarily between the countess and me, I looked down only to find the naughty maid staring up into my eyes, and if ever a signal passed between two persons, one passed between us; I am sure the pretty girl read my thoughts.

Naturally, I wondered at this. Why, I wondered, would this girl deliberately flirt this way with me? Was I to learn something further about the inner-doings of this mysterious house?

The stockings having been removed by this time, I pushed the skirts and drawers down over my hips, letting them fall about my bare feet. There was an unmistakable flush on the countess’ cheeks, one I hadn't noted before, and she seemed to be centering her attention on my hairy grotto. Very well, I thought. If you enjoy looking at it, my dear, I shall have the pleasure of feeding it to your clever mouth before I leave here today!

But I was never more mistaken in my life, my friend, as you shall see. That the countess was eager to get at the punishment business was manifest a moment later when she said, “If you are really interested in what is about to happen, my dear, come along to my punishment room,” and she rose languidly and motioned toward a curtained doorway. Grabbing up the bottle and glasses, I said, “I will enjoy it far more if I am fortified with this,” waving the bottle on high and following her to the doorway.