Anonymous - Aphrodizzia

It was not, Dolly, that our tousled-headed nymph had fallen deeply in love with me, though she was carrying a good libation of my passion up her arse! No, it was gratitude! Tears flowed long and sentimentally.

She wept not only for the state of her young bottom-cheeks. It was pure gratitude to me as the kind master who had saved her reputation by permitting her to be punished in this enlightened manner! For the present, my dear Dolly, I bid you au revoir! Do think of Lord Fred and what might be arranged- for Natasha, Julia, Sonja, and Petra as well as the girls here. In the meantime, tell me of our high-school pair. I hope by now you have broken in the two little bitches to your ways! Your own adoring, Jack.

Julia and Natasha at the Villa Anna -A first lesson in lewdness-Our two little madams ordered to spend their mornings on the massage-table-Gloved hands and soapy fingers-Julia and Natasha broken in as “bitches”-The gross depravities on the marble table-Smacked and perfumed-Julia and the street-boys-The railings between them-Love between bars-Passions at six inches distance-Natasha proves that youth knows the greatest perversity.

My dearest Jack, Oh, what a wretch he is! Poor young Claudia, and she only fifteen! To deceive her so! And up her young bottom too! And the wicked, wicked cane! All these things I said to myself on reading your letter, Jack. For, as a woman, would the world not insist that I must be outraged on behalf of the poor girl's bruised bottom and ravaged cunt? Have no fear, my friend.

Before I had half finished your amusing letter, smiles were twitching at the corner of my mouth. Ah, dear Jack! The charming dream you describe of a place where one might enjoy a few dozen such girls with no danger of tales being told! You may be sure I will speak to Lord Frederick about it. I shall see him in a few weeks more, for he never passes through Berlin without stopping for a day or two with me.

But now, my dear friend, let us be serious for a moment. You were quite right in your so-called hypocrisy with Claudia. A man who wishes to enjoy a girl though pure randiness will risk the police court if he forces himself upon her. Yet by a seeming pretence of moral purpose, he may often accomplish the very same things and be congratulated on his fine sense of public duty. You will forgive me for mentioning this again, dear Jack, but I think you are inclined to take the truth of it too flippantly. While in England you must adhere to this principle of moral hypocrisy or you will be destroyed. Only consider this.

Suppose that the venerable reformatory master you mention had seen Elaine Cox striding back from school, tossing her fair hair contemptuously, the pleated grey skirt worn brazenly short. As she passed his house, he might have dragged her in and ordered his cronies to bend her over while he thrashed her bare arse soundly for the young slut she was. And the consequence? An arrest, a prosecution, and a few months in the municipal gaol. But instead, he happened to notice the youngster when she was thirteen and he bided his time. Her insolent conduct in the street merited a reprimand. Our respectable reform-school master spoke privately to the justices. The girl was taken into custody and consigned to the reformatory. She and her two sisters. Many an afternoon in his study, he looked up from his desk to see those full pale cheeks of Elaine Cox's fourteen-year-old bottom presented over the stool for a whipping. He did things to her which you and I would envy. Yet the country's rulers praised him, and the world thought him a fine upstanding fellow-so he was for his prick was stiff night and day. I mention this, Jack, in order to explain my own method with Julia and Natasha. Imagine that my first act was to order these two young pupils to get their knickers off and prepare for something between their legs, up their bottoms, and in their mouths.

You can guess at the squeals and yells, the indignant protests, the arrival of furious teachers and parents to fetch them away, the surrounding of this villa by the imperial polizei. So, though I mean to achieve all those things, I proceed by an opposite route. As soon as the two girls arrived I frowned at Julia's tight riding-jeans and sluttish manner. I talked of the need for cleanliness and decency in body and mind. I spoke of discipline and strictness as though I might have invented the very ideas. The result? Julia and Natasha are writing letters home in which they assert that I am a very dragon of moral compulsion. That a girl may not so much as sneeze out of tune in the Villa Anna without being reprimanded for it. They will, of course, receive no sympathy from their homes. Instead it is I who get the replies to their letters. You would not credit how I am thanked for my careful supervision of girls who had been the despair of their parents and teachers alike. Is there any chance that I would have the time to take on the education of Julia and Natasha permanently? It is understood that I sail away to warmer climes in the winter-but if I would consent to take as my companions… You see, Jack? We are already nine-tenths of the way there. How did I accomplish this?

Quite simply by the lewdest means under the most respectable pretexts.

It was necessary to accustom Julia and Natasha to the most menial sensuality before I gave them into the arms of my two young women, Sonja and Petra. To do this one must get the little bitches' pants down and have them under one's hands. It was a little early to strip them on the pretence of spanking or whipping-I lacked the admirable pretext which you found with Claudia. Moreover, too much bare-bottom discipline at this stage might alert the curiosity of their families.

I chose the only other alternative which seemed to me reasonable.

For the first few days I talked fiercely of cleanliness and decency and of the high standard which is required in Germany, far superior to that of any other nation. So impressive was my display that I really believe Julia and Natasha thought themselves the two dirtiest little girls alive. I asked frequent questions as to the cleanliness of certain parts of their anatomies. Julia responded in her surly manner, Natasha with habitual sulkiness. Yet both blushed and I always seemed to be less than satisfied by their assurances of bathing and sponging, of regular visits to the tiled room near the boudoirs. I allowed my displeasure to assume irresistible proportions. Oh, Jack! What an actress is lost in me-as the dear Emperor Nero very nearly said! Or may I not one day say with him: qualis artifex pereo? Two days ago, the first thing after breakfast, I marched Julia and Natasha to the tiled “treatment-room” on the ground floor. Its centrepiece is the marble “massage-table.” This broad and wide surface is, in truth, nothing but a demonstration-table on which girls are made to perform by their masters for the entertainment of the guests. Yet it is admirably equipped with the means of restraint. “Natasha!” I said sharply, “Slip off your skirt and panties, then lie on the table.

Julia! Take those jeans and briefs off! Lie on the table facing Natasha! Since you cannot be trusted otherwise, you shall be brought here each morning. I will have your conduct strictly supervised, since you seem to regard proper German decency as beneath your dignity!”

There were protests at this, for the two girls already guessed at the sort of things which were to be done to them. “I do not tolerate disobedience in this house!” said I, in that quiet voice which is far the most menacing, “Nor do I permit a lewd little girl to play with herself lasciviously behind the bolted door of the tiled closet!” At this their faces blushed in unison. I did not know, of course, that they actually had indulged solitary pleasures in that place. Yet it would be most unusual for two girls like Julia and Natasha not to masturbate on the sly. I had clearly hit the mark with quite unexpected accuracy! I intimated that, unless they showed themselves obedient now, my report on their misconduct would travel to England by the next post. Had they known that they were to be the objects of sexual enjoyment, the two girls might have resisted even then. But I appeared to be such a dragon of a mistress, continually ranting of cleanliness and decency, that the thought would have been the last to enter their minds. Natasha looked at me for only a moment longer with that fair-skinned pouting sulkiness under her little blond fringe. Then she undid the navy-blue skirt of her uniform and stepped out of it. The slim, almost fragile pallor of those young thighs was a perfect picture. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her white, elasticated briefs, and then pulled her panties down so that she could step out of them. Most reluctantly, she put one pretty knee on the edge of the table, clambered up, and lay on her side with her back to the table's edge. At the very centre of the table is a well-anchored steel ring. I drew a strap firmly round Natasha's waist and fastened her to the metal ring. I also strapped her wrists together in front of her. Drawing back the tail of hair from our young blonde's neck, I then kissed her pretty nape and ears as if to assure her that she was now behaving as a good girl should. Julia, the older and more rebellious girl, had hesitated longer. Yet even she bowed to the inevitable. In her fuller young face the blue eyes with their darkly made-up lashes grew narrower. With her dark hair cut to so short and spiky a crop, there are looks of aggression and resentment in her appearance. All sides of this room are mirrored-for reasons which you will understand at once, Jack! The glass reflected the somewhat fatter cheeks of Julia's bottom in her tight jeans and the slightly heavier thighs-just as you caught them with your camera when she was walking up the shopping street with her young admirers.