Anonymous - Julie

I put my fingers to his lips and glided to his bed. “Be quiet, my pet. Are you not asleep yet?” I asked. Taking my seat on the side of the bed, I chanced to let my hand fall upon something that was projecting quite fiercely under the sheet. At that, he started, jerked, looked both guilty and beseeching, and let his head fall back again upon his pillow. “I c… c… cannot sleep, Mama,” he said.

“Can you not? Do you wish Mama to cuddle you?” I rejoined and then (taking great care that my nightgown did not ride up), slipped into bed beside him and drew the sheet over us. My goodness, how his cock thrummed against my belly! I grasped it firmly through his nightshirt, whereat he embraced me fondly. “You will always do as Mama says, will you not?” I asked, while permitting him to rain fervent kisses on my neck. “Oh, yes!” he replied and rubbed the knob of his pego most improperly against my belly. I admit that I could scarce resist the naughty invitation, Edmond, but knew I must, for such young males must be well monitored in their beginnings.

“Be still, Matthew, and let Mama rub it for you, for I have some news for you,” said I. Oh, but heavens! I am forgetting the hour, dear Edmond, and have long over-run my time. Forgive me if you can for this abrupt ending. Advise me only that you are bringing Adelaide!

Your naughty Nina

Editor's Note:

No sooner does one curtain descend than another rises! Here a quite extraordinary event takes place, which is about to explain itself. Suffice to say that the writer of the following is the guardian of the young Miss to whom Sylvia last wrote, and that the addressee is none other than Sylvia's Papa .

Dear Dick,

I have some most extraordinary news to convey which I trust may not come as too great a shock to you. I recall your mentioning to me some weeks ago that Sylvia is at a finishing school near Paris, and one that had been highly recommended to you. I fear, dear fellow, that all is not as it seemed and that your informant was either naive or badly informed. You will wonder much at this opening remark which I dread to think may carry overtones of impertinence on my part. Permit me therefore to say immediately that a letter has come to light in the possession of my ward, Alison, which has caused me the deepest shock. I do not, of course, normally venture into her room, but had cause to do so yesterday in search of a book she had borrowed (quite properly) from my library. Alison being out, I made a tentative search about her writing desk-not wishing, I must add, to pry-and could not but help let my eyes fall upon a letter which lay carelessly open and which your daughter had addressed to her. I have to tell you that I read with total disbelief that letters contents and can excuse myself only by saying that since both Sylvia and Alison are under the age of consent, one should know a little of what they are about. I have to convey to you, then, the awful news that the Principal of the establishment, to which you in all innocence sent your daughter, is a total wanton and so encourages her girls to be! I fear that you may think me utterly deranged in saying such, yet I swear that this is so, for the manner in which the letter was written- the language used therein (of which I still blush to think), and the acts described have proved almost beyond belief to me! Dear fellow, I know from all our past acquaintance that this will come as a terrible shock to you. I think it best that Alison does not know of my discovery as yet, for she might then hasten to write to Sylvia and beg her to disavow its contents. Hence I cannot send it to you, but would suggest rather that we meet at some early and mutually convenient moment to discuss the import of all this.

Your faithful friend Horace

Dearest Caroline,

I am sending this to you posthaste by messenger in the hope that you will be able by some means to make contact with me as soon as possible, for I must reply to the enclosed within the next two days at least, or that dreadful Horace Emmerfield (whom you know but vaguely, and would hardly wish to know otherwise) may dip his nose even deeper into affairs. It will be simple enough for me, of course, to protest innocence of what goes on at the establishment, but therewith I would be put to bringing Sylvia back in order to save face, the which I am sure would not please her, for the tone of her recent letters to me has well enough indicated that she is enjoying herself in whatever wise. As a confidante of Madam's, you are best placed to advise me, though heaven knows what you can say! Of course, the letter to which Horace refers may be much more innocent than he would have me believe, but Sylvia is such a jolly girl that I do not doubt her occasional indiscretions. Quite frankly, as you know, I do not mind what she does so long as she enjoys herself, and it was in the spirit of such remarks on my part that you advised me to send her to St.

Germain-en-Laye, for having no Mama she must have someone else to guide her, as you averred. What are your thoughts, if any, upon all this-and how should I act in the matter? I pray for your early reply!

Your loving Dick

My dearest Dick,

Do not fret yourself! I have never hid from you the fact that Julie's methods of tuition are of a most unconventional nature and that she prepares her girls for the world in such wise as would indeed shock the silly Horace. What a bore the man must be! Others, surely, would have never blazoned the matter to others, but might well have looked forward to secretly reading other intelligence from your lovely daughter! If she has been frank therein, then she has been frank. What else is to say? This does not, however, solve your present dilemma to which I have given much thought. I propose therefore a step which in the face of it will seem unusual but is in fact perfectly logical.

I suggest that you read Sylvia's letter with as little comment as possible. Let Horace not have the victory of seeing you shocked-if shocked you are indeed to be. Maintain your composure, but at the same time have a firm look about you and declare that you will hie forthwith to St. Germain-en-Laye and that you wish Horace to accompany you in order that he may be disabused as to Julie's actual practices.

Should he protest too much that Sylvia should be torn from her clutches, and that his ward must not continue to be influenced by her, reply as staidly as you can that such things as might be contained in Sylvia's letter are often written in high spirits and imbued with much imagination. Insist that Alison herself learns the truth by accompanying you both! Are you taken aback by my advice? My goodness, darling, do not be. You will take much pleasure from your visit. Of this I assure you, for I have spent a few days there myself-not in pursuit of learning, my dear (you of all people surely would not think I needed that!), but to amuse and instruct myself as to Madam's methods. They are highly unusual, quite delightful, and thoroughly productive! Yes, they are saucy, too, if one may employ a coy term. There are several girls there who will quite enchant you and may even melt the icy heart of Horace Emmerfield! To action then, as I do suggest. You will not rue the day! I look forward to hearing from you on your return.

Your loving Caroline

Editor's note:

A quick fluster of action followed this missive as Caroline (about whom, alas, we know little as yet) hastened to follow it up within the hour by another. In order to avoid repeating certain matters which the foregoing will have already conveyed to the reader, I have truncated her letter as necessary .

Dearest Julie,… And so Dick is probably to visit you very shortly in company with (I do hope) Alison and her quite boring guardian. I am quite sure that Dick will follow my advice, for he will not only be pleased to see his daughter again, but will need as well to have his curiosity satisfied. “Only his curiosity?” I hear you laugh, and so leave matters to you in the knowledge that you and Sylvia are at least forewarned and may prepare yourselves for whatever you intend, demure or otherwise. Whatever comes of this, you will at the least have to be at your most ingenious, and in this you have no peer. If Sylvia has written the very naughty letter that I feel sure she has, then her bottom will have to be warmed- but comforted afterwards! What Dick will have to say to me on his return, I cannot imagine. I do trust you therefore to keep me well-informed! In haste.