Anonymous - Pearl

alice, with great calmness and determination, but with a most excited twinkle in her eyes. — "Oh! You show temper, do you? So you mean to be revenged on me for doing a simple act of justice, sir? I will keep you there, and cut away at your impudent bottom, till you fairly beg my pardon, and promise to forgo all such wicked revengefulness."

The victim writhed in agony and rage, but her blows only increased in force, beginning to raise great fiery-looking weals all over his buttocks. "Ah! Ha!" she continued. "How do you like it, Fred? Shall I put a little more steam in my blows?"

Frederick struggles desperately to get loose, but they have secured him too well for that! The tears of shame and mortification stand in his eyes, but he is still obstinate, and I could also observe a very perceptible rising in his manly instrument, which soon stood out from his belly in a rampant state of erection.

alice, with assumed fury. — "Look at the fellow, how he is insulting me, by the exhibition of his lustful weapon. I wish I could cut it off with a blow of the rod," giving him a fearful cut across his belly and on the penis.

Frederick fairly howled with pain, and big tears rolled down his cheeks, as he gasped out: "Oh! Oh! Ah! Have mercy, Alice. I know I deserve it. Oh! Pity me now, dear!"

alice, without relaxing her blows. — "Oh! You are beginning to feel properly, are you? Are you sincerely penitent? Beg my pardon at once, sir, for the way you insulted me in the other room."

frederick. — "Oh! Dear Alice! Stop! Stop! You don't let me get any breath. I will! I will beg your pardon. Oh! I can't help my affair sticking up as it does."

alice. — "Down sir! Down sir! Your master is ashamed of you," as she playfully whisks his pego with her rod.

Frederick is in agony; his writhing and contortions seemed excruciating in the extreme, he fairly groaned out: "Oh! Oh! Alice, let me down. On my word, I will do anything you order. Oh! Oh! Ah! You make me do it," as he shuts his eyes, and we saw quite a jet of sperm shoot from his virile member.

Alice dropped her rod, and we let down the culprit who was terribly crestfallen.

"Now, sir," she said, "down on your knees, and kiss the rod."

Without a word, he dropped down, and kissed the worn-out stump, saying: "Oh! Alice; the last few moments have been so heavenly. It has blotted out all sense of pain. My dear sister, I thank you for punishing me, and will keep my promise to Beatrice."

I wiped the drops of blood from his slightly-bleeding rump, and then we gave him a couple of glasses of wine, and allowed him to sleep with Lucy, in her room, for the rest of the night, where they had a most luscious time of it, whilst Alice and myself indulged in our favourite touches.

You may be sure Frederick was not long before he renewed his pleasures with me, whilst his sister took pleasure in our happiness; but she seemed to have contracted a penchant for the use of the rod, and, once or twice a week, would have us all in her room, for a birch seance, as she called it, when Lucy or myself had to submit to be victims; but the heating of our bottoms only seemed to add to our enjoyment when we were afterwards allowed to soothe our raging passions in the arms of our mutual lover.

(To be continued.)

A gentleman, who is blessed with a beautiful and lewdly disposed wife, has long been very unhappy and disappointed at the results of his endeavours to become a parent. But returning home from the City, very unexpectedly, the other morning, he caught the Vicar of the parish gamahuching his spouse. "Ho! Ho!" he exclaimed, in a fury. "So you're the bugger who swallows all my children."

PART OF A LETTER FROM HARRIET KEENE.

I'll tell you a funny dream I had the night before last. I thought I was sitting on a green bank, and a man was sitting by the side of me; he fell to kissing and talking, but did nothing else. Well, after a while, he got up and went away; then, at the side of me, as I sat there, lay the largest prick I ever saw. It was at least half a yard long, and as thick as the calf of my leg; it had four bollox, but it tapered towards the end. I thought I took it up and felt it. It was warm flesh and blood, and I said to myself, "Why the man has left his prick behind him; what a pity! and it is such a fine one tool what will he do without it?" So I thought to myself, "I wonder if it will spend if I suck it," so I kept sucking it, but it was so big and thick that it made my mouth ache, and I said to myself, "Never mind, it will do to frig myself with." So I got up, and put it under my cloak, and cuddled it so close to me that I felt as lewd as could be. As I was going along I met the man coming back, and when he came up to me, he said, "Have you seen my trumpet?" "Your trumpet," said I, "why you mean your prick!" Says he, "You nasty, lying woman, it's my best trumpet." "Well," said I, "if this is a trumpet, why a trumpet's a prick, and a prick is a trumpet," and I held it up to look at. He snatched it out of my hand. "Now, then, I'll show you if it's a prick or a trumpet," and he began to blow away on it so loud that I awoke and lost my prick and trumpet too.

What woke me up was the sound of a trumpet in the street, so I suppose that was the cause of my funny dream.

THE WISE LOVER.

Woman and man whene'er inclined,

In mutual goodness pleasure find,

The lawful spouse 'tis sweet to embrace,

In hopes to see a lengthen'd race,

But let who will the truth contest,

Another's wife is still the best.

When I was young and slightly skill'd,

In blisses womankind can yield;

I lov'd the maid, I lov'd the piece;

But as my wit and years increase,

I own the sweetest sport in life,

Is to enjoy your neighbour's wife.

A virgin coy with sidelong eye,

Your mere approach, at once will fly,

Abhors your nasty hot desires,

Nought less than marriage she requires,

Such maidenheads the wise detest,

The adultery maidenhead's the best.

The vagrant nymph who sells her charms,

And fills in turn a thousand arms,

Besides the loss of gold and fame,

May set Priapus in a flame,

Such fire-tailed comets God confound.

A wife is always safe and sound.

The genial flame I've oft allayed,

With buxom Kate, my chambermaid,

And dozens such as her, but found

Such sport with ills beset around;

He who at liberty would feast,

Will find another's wife the best.

A mistress kept at first is sweet,

And joys to do the merry feat;

But bastards come, and hundreds gone,

You'll wish you'd left her charms alone;

Such breeding hussy's are a pest,

A neighbour's wife is far the best.

If you are rash, a wife at first

May into horrid fury burst,

"Sir, you shall rue throughout your life

The day you've kissed another's wife."

Reply, "My dear, this gives the zest,

I always like my neighbour's best."

Jove, I remember, when inclined

To feast himself on womankind,

Though maids enough to him were free,

Always preferr'd adultery;

He took the shape of bird and beast,

To prove Adultery the best.

But while this naughty sport we sing,

Who can forget our gracious King (Geo. IV);

Him many a lady pleasures gives,

For which her husband pay receives,

God bless King George! His Majesty

Is patron of Adultery.

I own the dangers of the suit,

The sweetest is forbidden fruit,

And laws as thick as hairs are set,

Around the center of delight;

This peril gives the highest zest,

And guarded hoard is sure the best.

The wandering nymph your purse desires,

The chambermaid to rank aspires;

Your wife content with marriage dues,

All further license will refuse;