Felix Salten - The Memoirs of Josephine Mutzenbacher

As we stepped back into the room, the young man got up. He was very pale and haggard. A black, full beard made him look even paler. He had sad, dark eyes. He bowed low when Zenzi introduced me. “This is my friend Josephine.” I was surprised at the stern, somber way in which she said this, but I was even more surprised when the young man took my hand and kissed it. I had to laugh. I thought it a joke. But she nudged me, saying: “Don't laugh! Stay serious!”

The young man raised his head, saying, as though he were afraid of me: “So young, my esteemed lady, and so noble!” Zenzi cut him short with: “Hold your tongue!” He seemed frightened, stammering: “Pardon me!” “Shut up!” Zenzi continued angrily. “Speak only when you are spoken to!” I hardly recognized Zenzi. Her smiling face had changed so. It was now dark and stern. “Undress yourself!” she ordered him. “But, no,” he remonstrated, “no, it is not time for that yet!” “What then?” asked Zenzi, perplexed. “The questions are first,” he whispered. “You are right!” She then tapped her forehead and walked back and forth before him, a dark, gloomy expression on her face. She called to him: “You vagabond-you dog-you rowdy-you surely have been thinking of me again, haven't you?”

He stammered: “My dear countess-I could not help it-I had to think! Oh, dear!” She interrupted him, saying: “Confess this instant what you thought!” He stammered again: “My dear Countess, you can read my heart. You know what I thought!” “You pig-you miserable pig-!” she thundered. “You thought of my grotto-of my titties-you whore-master-confess!” “I confess!” he answered quietly. “You thought-you miserable object”-she continued, in the same fierce tone-“that you would like to lie on top of me-that I would spread my legs apart and you would put your shaft into me!-You scoundrel!-you thought that you were poking me and playing with my breasts!-Confess, you miserable wretch!” Folding his hands and begging, he said: “Yes, worthy Countess, I confess all!” “Are you not ashamed of yourself, before the Princess?” said Zenzi, pointing to me. “Yes, I am ashamed indeed,” he said eagerly, slowly raising his hands to me. “Kneel!” commanded Zenzi. Immediately throwing himself on his knees, he now meekly said: “Forgive me, dear Countess, I crave your pardon also!” “No!” said Zenzi angrily, “there will be no pardon. First your punishment!” Blushing slightly, he stuttered: “Yes, first the punishment!” “Undress yourself I” ordered Zenzi. Quickly he undressed. His body was exceedingly white. He stood before us hike a whipped cur, with lowered head. Finally he nodded to me. I nodded back. “Just wait, you thief!” Zenzi said, undressing. “You shall see us naked. You may look at the Princess, but you will not touch her!” Naked she stepped in front of him her head held high, her eyes sparkling and lips trembling. She seemed nervous and excited. She rubbed her breasts against his body and rubbed her belly against his. She had me do the same. The man looked at us sadly, his arms at his side, not moving. He made no attempt to touch either one of us. An electric shock seemed to go through me as I rubbed my titties against him. When I rubbed my grotto against his hair, his skin was as soft as velvet and burning hot. But I noticed that his shaft hung down lifeless. What nonsense! I thought: when will this all stop? When will we poke? I was getting very passionate. Zenzi soon drew me away: “Now the punishment, you pig!” she said. He anxiously followed her movements with his eyes. She went to the trunk and took out two switches. “Do you know these you damned devil?” she asked, swinging the switches.

“Yes I know them, most worthy Countess!” he sobbed. “And do you know what is going to happen now, you whore-master?” “Now, the punishment, worthy Countess,” he replied, breathing fast. “Punish me!” And, turning to me, he said: “Most exalted Princess, you will also punish me!” Zenzi handed me one of the switches, and whispered: “Now hit-hit hard!” To him she called: “Out of the corner, you thief!” With one cut of the switch, she struck him across the chest, raising a heavy, red welt. He jumped, and, astonished, I noticed that his lance stood erect. “Do you feel that, you thief?-You ribald robber! You louse!-You vagabond!” she said, whipping with all her might, using a new name at every stroke. His chest and stomach got redder all the time. “Yes, I feel it, worthy Countess!” he moaned. “And I thank you for this punishment! I thank you! Punish me some more-harder!-And you, Princess -why don't you punish me?” “Whip him,” Zenzi shouted. I raised my switch, touching him lightly. I was frightened, but he whispered: “Oh, Princess! I know that I am unworthy, but please punish me harder-harder!” I did as he asked and I began to enjoy the game.

“Thank you! Thank you!” he stammered. “Shut up!” commanded Zenzi. We now kept time. Zenzi whipping his breast, belly and legs while I belabored his back, which was soon fiery red. The more we whipped, the more excited we got and the more enjoyment he seemed to derive from it. He stood trembling and talking: “Forgive me- forgive me-I will not think of your beautiful breasts again; forgive me, Princess, your breasts are so beautiful and hard-but I will never do it again -Oh, the torture-the pain-but I dreamed that I tore your maiden head, worthy Countess, but I know one must not do that-I imagined that I poked the Princess; I know that that is wrong-I know-Oh, forgive me-!” “Kneel!” Zenzi ordered. He got to his knees and moaned: “I lay in dust before you!-Destroy me!-Have no mercy on me! -Kill me!-I am repentant!” “You may kiss my feet!” Zenzi growled. He stooped and covered her feet with kisses. Zenzi at the same time continued whipping him across the back. He moaned: “Oh Countess, at your feet-I am your dog-your slave-!” “Kiss my grotto-you have insulted the Princess,” Zenzi ordered. Raising to his knees, he buried his face between her legs. “You dirty dog! Prison bird!-Pick-pocket!-she shouted, pounding his shoulders and back with her switch. “Will the Princess also allow me?” he asked.

“First you must beg!” said Zenzi. Turning to me, he pleaded: “Please-please-exalted Princess?” “Now sit up nice,” said Zenzi.

He sat up like a puppy. I wanted to laugh, but Zenzi stopped me with a look. “Now, go to her,” said she as she pushed him.

Crawling on his hands and knees he started to kiss my feet. As his hot lips touched me, a flush went through me. I began whipping his back until small drops of blood appeared on the blue surface, but I kept on as his lips tickled me. “Exalted Princess,” he whispered, “never again will I insult you-even in thought. Punish me-you are cruel, but righteous-I suffer gladly-I deserve it!” “Now, her grotto!” shouted Zenzi. He raised his head, kissing me all over. Each touch of his hot lips seemed to pierce my heart. Just {hen he buried his face in my lap, always kissing, but he did not use his tongue. I was now so aroused that I forgot to whip. I was busy with my own emotions. He stopped at once. Zenzi coming closer, commanded: “Get up!” “End this, worthy Countess-end my suffering- you cruel one-” he begged. “Very well,” she answered, “I will. Now, who do you want in front?-the Princess or me?” “Please-the Princess-if she will do me the honor!” Then Zenzi showed me what was expected of me. “You take his bag like this,” said she, standing in front of him. “Then you squeeze hard, but not the eggs. Just above-where it grows to his body. With the other hand you switch his feet and his legs and wherever else you happen to stroke.”

Kneeling down, I did as she had shown me. He stood erect, his hands folded across his chest. I took his bag in my left hand and squeezed until my fingers ached. At the same time I used the switch. His lance got stiffer at every stroke. It wobbled back and forth like a staff in the wind. Suddenly he 'went off!' It was so unexpected that I got the full discharge in my face. When he had rid himself, Zenzi stopped and sat down on the couch to rest. “Oh, Princess! Oh, my worthy Countess!” he sobbed. I remained seated on the floor, wiping my face, wondering what would happen next, still thinking that he would either poke one or the other of us. For a short time he stood motionless, as one in deep thought. Then he hastily put on his clothes. Walking to the corner of the room he deposited something on a chair, and, without one further glance at us, left the room. As soon as he had closed the door, Zenzi rushed to the chair, picked up two ten golden guldens. Dancing around the room, she gave me one, shouting: “That is great, don't you thing so?” I was dumbfounded, but of the same opinion.