Anonymous - Julie

Here she was in entirely female company-except for two very naughty occasions of which I advised you. She was therefore able to expand on her fancies and fantasies and even to be guided to the practise of them under my instruction. There perhaps lies the clue, dear Caroline.

Such girls (even ladies indeed as we have to some extent seen in the case of Adelaide) feel perfectly safe when they are told to do what they wish to do. One may call this a trick of the mind, or what-I do not know. There is also the question of pride, my dear. I always inculcate pride into my girls. Perhaps she was badgered into putting herself up too soon-whether on the journey or on arrival. One does not know. Perhaps she became jealous of Alison's sudden advancement in the cause. Who can tell? Were I to be present with her now, all problems would be resolved. She would follow the lead that I would give her and would feel comforted to do so. Have you not come across such? I am sure you have! Do not counsel her or “have talks” with her. They may only irritate. She is like the lady I have just mentioned, and does not wish to speak, at the moment, of that which she wants. Have her in her room and blindfold her. If she asks what you are about when you produce a suitable kerchief or cloth, simply say, “We are going to play a little game, like Blind Man's Buff”-as you call it in England.

She will take to that, I am sure. Such will provide the perfect excuse for her. Then take her wrists and bind them loosely. If again she asks what is to do (I am perfectly certain that, alone with you as she will then be, she will make no great ado about the matter), say merrily that you are playing “captives,” or some such word that perhaps better fits in with English games. Add, as you do this, “Is this not how Madam used to play?” Sylvia will then better understand what is to do, and the mention of my name will be of some assistance, I know. Praise her much also, and say that I, too, did so, the while that you are then putting her skirt up and taking down her drawers-for I am sure from what you say that she wears them again now! Be sure your preparations are all made beforehand-which is to say that by whatever device you have concealed a birch, strap or cane beneath her bed beforehand, and that her stallion is standing by, though perhaps before this he may have deliberately given outward every sign of leaving the house. Your mind must work in all directions! Thorough preparation allows all to proceed smoothly. The lock of her bedroom door should be discreetly oiled so that she does not hear it open again while you are attending to her. Though I have mentioned the cane, I advise against it in these circumstances. It is not my preferred implement by any means, as I am sure you know, for it tends to be too harsh, and only the most skilful, who know how to skim it across an offered orb, should employ it. Better the strap, I believe.

There is sure to be a broad and well-used one in the stable, if nowhere else. If you find it not supple enough, lay it in oil overnight and then have it wiped and polished dry the next morning.

You can always say that it is for your luggage trunk, if you wish!

Strap her bottom slowly and without undue force. Indeed, allow a small interval between each stroke, and murmur pleasingly to her ears all the time. Praise her rondeurs, the whiteness of her limbs. Tell her as jovially as you wish how “naughtily” her pussy peeps when her bottom is put up. At the sixth stroke or so (and laying the leather full across her cheeks but never, as I say, harshly), undo her bodice.

Your intention is to spur her on and not in truth to punish her. She will divine her “fate” once you have exposed her titties. You may even bend beneath her briefly and suck her nipples before warming her bottom a little more. Have a signal prepared between yourself and her waiting stallion. Perhaps you may cough, or utter a certain word, in any event, he must be at the ready. On knowing the trigger about to be pressed-as it were- he must enter silently and rear up immediately on the bed with his cock at the ready. Let him not be over-lustful or hasty, but thread her slowly by whichever route. The thought must ever be imposed upon him beforehand that Sylvia's pleasure is paramount.

Once the prick is in, she will not struggle, I know. Indeed, I am sure she will come very quickly after such careful preparations! Let not a word be said during the bout-and certainly none coarse. The moment he has filled her to the brim (and that after not less than two minutes), he should sink down with her and keep his pego in so that her bottom is well cuddled into him. You may then deftly remove her bonds, but not her blindfold. Remove yourself then. Say nothing to her afterwards, but observe closely how long it is before he quits her bedroom! For his part he should ask her softly-after due care and caressing-whether she wants the blindfold on or not. If she does not answer, he should remain locked with her until his forces have recouped themselves (as I am sure they will!) and then pump her again, though this time on her back and she well beneath him. During this second course (which I am perfectly certain Sylvia will not resist), he may gently remove that which blinds her eyes and bring himself to much adoring kissing of her lips. You know my principles. Young ladies should know that they are adored. I do not send them back to be the mere slaves of men, but to know the ways of pleasure and to be cossetted and, yes, thoroughly spoiled! Nor are they to continue to be birched or strapped unless they wish it, though some do! No pupil of mine has ever proved finally recalcitrant, as witness the case of Maude! I had tickled her imagination just sufficiently here for her to be converted where otherwise she would have resisted and squealed the house down. Nina is much to be thanked for the way she handled her and will, I trust, continue to indoctrinate such promising young ladies as have the misfortune not to come to St. Germaine-en-Laye! My advice to you will be taken well, I know It may be that by some hint or another, Sylvia may wish to repeat the process. One must judge such things as they come. Do what you can to take her to bed with you on the evening of the day when she first receives her stallion's sperm.

Treat her with devotion and with admiration, as I know you will. Say little of the day's events except perhaps some passing phrase such as “Wasn't it nice!” Persuade her, if you wish, that you have done the same in your own recent youth. At some stage then-perhaps within a week or two-effect a trio with her. That will embolden her more, She is, I believe, a voyeuse par excellence and will much delight in seeing your own adorable bottom working to the cock. Affect on that occasion to be a little “tipsy” even, for that will add to the merriment of the occasion. I will say no more. Perhaps I have said more than enough! You are quite capable of doing all this without my advice, but perhaps only desired to be nudged into proceeding. How frank I am-but you know me well for that trait. If you tell me that it has not succeeded then I shall be, as you say, “all at odds and ends”!

Write soon, but not too soon for I wish to hear all.

Your loving Julie

Editors Note:

An interval of two weeks obtained before Caroline wrote again. When she did, it was (inevitably perhaps) to announce full success of the venture .

Dearest, dearest Julie,

Yes! It worked! But of course you knew it would, and I will not pretend other than that your advice was exactly what I wished to receive. How very right you are that we all so often need to be urged! You described so exactly what would pass that I scarce have need to detail the first occasion. All was done step by step, as it were, and-when finally prepared-Sylvia received his cock with scarce a murmur. I expected her, upon his full entry into her pretty quim, to wriggle her assent. In fact she remained placid all the while and barely a movement of her hips! Their mutual pleasure was, even so, quite divine. On the ejection of his sperm, Sylvia mewed softly and received all. I departed, as you instructed, though not without a lingering glance at her flushed cheeks and the way her rosy bottom moulded perfectly still but tightly into his belly. Outside the door I waited and listened. I had counselled him to say not overmuch once her cunny had milked his powerful juices, and in this he was wisely obedient. During this interval of quiescence, he held her unbound wrists down gently to her sides, which I believe she liked. Upon caressing her bared titties, he turned her face (all this told to me afterwards by him) and kissed her unresisting mouth. He was not long in returning to a fine state of virility. I heard the bedsprings tinkle and sensed that Sylvia was being laid on her back. A few gasps and murmurs came from both. The bedsprings sounded louder. The soft moans of pleasure that she uttered did not escape my ears. This second course lasted a full four or five minutes, so well did they enjoy! Upon his finally reappearing, Dick indicated to me by gestures that Sylvia was sleeping, or apparently so. I left her to her own devices and did not see her for an hour, when she reappeared fresh as a daisy and wearing a different dress.