anonymous - The Memoirs of a Voluptuary

"The announcement of dinner finally brought me relief. When we had finished and were sipping our cups of black coffee in the drawing-room, I questioned Cecile in regard to the use of the birch, as I had seen it brought into play in the afternoon. I had never connected the rod with any other idea but that, of punishment. Cecile, however, enlightened me on the subject, explaining that the instrument played a much higher role and was a great means towards the production of increased sensual excitement. I had already had evidence of this, and Cecile went on to give me further illustrations from her own experience. 'There is a friend of mine, a Russian, Princess Gourkasoff, who is a very great advocate of flagellation, and is never weary of putting her theories into practice. She has several maids and pages whose sole duties are to attend personally on her, and she seizes every opportunity for exercising the discipline of the rod upon them. It cannot be said that she is cruel, as her castigation is never excessive or violent, but she seems to derive an extraordinary pleasure from making her attendants submit to her caprice, and the whole proceedings are carried out in such a ceremonious manner, and with such an extravagance of ostentation, that it is, quite a revelation to witness them. Perhaps I can manage to take you to visit her, and you will then be able to see her methods-for yourself.'

"Just as she had concluded, there was a sound of commotion outside, and Marie's voice was heard, couched in high-pitched tones. Cecile rang the bell violently and, as Marie entered, enquired what was the matter. "It is that Pierre!" explained Marie, in a vexed way; "he was bringing up a bottle of scent for madame, and the little dolt dropped it just outside, breaking the bottle, so that all the beautiful perfume is wasted.' 'How careless!' replied Cecile, looking at me with a half-smile, 'bring him into me, Marie;' and as the maid departed, my companion said, 'Pierre is one of the boys engaged by the concierge to run errands. The poor fellow is always getting into trouble, but we will extract some amusement out of him this time, and you shall have an opportunity of witnessing another experiment with the birch.'

"Marie came back almost directly, bringing the culprit with her. He was a little fellow of about twelve, dressed in a neat livery, and was a typical gamin with a sharp and not ill- looking face, which at present wore a very disconsolate expression, consequent upon his recent misfortune. He kept his eyes on the carpet and shifted uneasily as he faced Cecile. 'You are very careless, Pierre!' said she; 'what have you to say for yourself?' He began to murmur some sort of apology, and expressed his sorrow; but Cecile interposed-'It is all very well for you to be sorry, Pierre, but that will not mend matters. The perfume is lost, and it was very valuable. You cannot replace it and if I tell the concierge he will dismiss you.' He begged her to overlook his fault; and promised not to offend again. Cecile paused, affecting to relent and then said, 'Well, Pierre! I will not do as I said. But I must not forgive you too easily, or you will soon forget. I shall punish you by giving you a whipping. Will you take that or shall I speak to the concierge?' The boy did not make any reply, and Cecile treated his silence as a sign of consent. 'Fetch me the birch, Marie! Now, will you please remove your clothes,' she added, turning to Pierre.. He slowly and unwillingly commenced to fumble with his buttons, but had barely got his tunic unfastened when Marie returned. She, however, soon made him display more alacrity, and almost dragged off his clothes, not desisting until he stood before us entirely unclad, and looking the picture of dejection, his little cock hanging down with a forlorn and bedraggled appearance. Cecile directed Marie to place him in a kneeling posture on a prie- dieu, and when he was thus arranged, she picked up the birch and, cutting the air with it as a preliminary, brought it down with a flourish on Pierre's undefended posterior. He writhed and uttered an exclamation, but Cecile warned him not to move, or the punishment would be more severe, and, bracing herself to the task; she wielded the rod on him until his buttocks blushed rosy-red, and with consummate art so regulated the strokes that the lithe and slender ends of the weapon curled in between his thighs and lighted on the most sensitive parts of his body, making him twist and emit suppressed cries incessantly. At last, Cecile tired herself out and flung down the rod, on seeing which Marie raised Pierre up. I surveyed him with much interest to see what effect the chastisement had produced, and was scarcely able to repress an exclamation of wonder at the change in the appearance of his genital organ: instead of it being the tiny bit of flabby flesh that I had first gazed upon, it had swelled up abnormally, was now quite stiff, and glowed with a pink tinge from the rush of blood into its spongy tissues. Its condition seemed to embarrass him much, and he strove to conceal it with his hand as he fronted us, but Marie ordered him to keep his arms straight down by his side, so that he was deprived of even this consolation. 'What are we to do with such a brazen young imp, madame?' exclaimed Marie, taking hold of the offending member with a view to drawing our attention to it, while Pierre looked hot and flushed at this further liberty which was being taken with him. Cecile regarded him with affected indifference, saying, 'It is hard to instill good manners into such minds. A little application of cold water would no doubt be a good remedy.' Marie took the hint and, going into the next room, returned shortly with a basin of water and a sponge, with which she bathed Pierre's private parts profusely. He winced and shuddered at the chilly operation, and it certainly had a very quick effect in reducing his member to its normal state, it appearing even smaller than at first when Marie had finished. He was then allowed to put on his clothes again, and Cecile gave him a whole franc afterwards, promising to say nothing further about the broken bottle; so that his spirits had risen considerably by the time of his departure.

"After the previous late night, we decided to go to bed early this evening, and it was not more than eleven when we retired. I had almost added, 'To sleep', but this would hardly be correct, for Cecile did not evince any ardent desire for immediate slumber. She was one of those women whose bodily cravings it is impossible to satisfy, and though I would fain have gone to rest at once, she betrayed no inclination to follow my example. As soon as we had gone to bed, she prepared to suck me again, but I had imposed too much upon my body earlier in the day, and with all her efforts she could not excite me to stiffness. I pleaded my incapability, and she no doubt saw that it was futile to exact too much from me, so she eventually gave up her endeavours, saying, 'I will not weary you any more, Gaston. But just give me a kiss or two before we go to sleep!' She lay back on the pillows and opened her legs, so that I might crouch between them, and she pressed my head down towards her thighs. The 'kiss or two' which she had spoken of meant that I had to give her a proper tongueing, and she kept me at it until I caused her insatiate orifice to swim and bubble over with a thick and redolent emission, which burst out over my face like a miniature waterspout. Even then, she would have had me still go on, and it was only at my earnest request that she would finally permit me to lie down by her side at rest. Once I had arranged myself comfortably, I felt sleep drawing on apace rapidly, but before losing myself to my surroundings I have a faint recollection of her getting close to me, and abandoning herself to the delights of fingering my cock and bottom-and I have no doubt she continued at this long after I had lapsed into slumber."