Gynecocracy

Maud's limbs were beautiful, round, and plump, her skin was white and clear, and my happiness had been great. Why did I torment myself with the unseen and the mental, possessing so complete a sensual anodyne as I did. Maud was not complimented by my silence while my brain was occupied by these ideas, and giving me a jerk with her hand, repeated the question: what I thought Beatrice could know, as she had forbidden me to become a model?

"Oh, I suppose she did not wish you to see me naked! She did not wish you to study me anatomically."

"What nonsense! We have all seen your anatomy, your bottom, and-and-that thing you put into-me. Don't you remember how often we have birched your bottom, and besides yesterday, when Elise had drawn your skin back, and you had to ask us one by one to set you right-what more is there to conceal?"

"I had petticoats and things on then-being completely naked before you would give you a more exact idea of me which, I suppose, Beatrice wished to keep for herself."

"Greedy thing! Anyhow-oh, Julian, I have had such thorough possession of you-at that supreme moment not long ago, I seemed to be you; to know and control your vital centres, mental and physical.

You had no secrets then from me; the revelation you made of yourself was complete."

"Yes, Maud, dear; and it ought to be incarnated and reproduced."

"Oh, Julian, do you think I shall have-have a-a baby?"

"That abominable syringe may prevent it."

"Oh, what a crime. And yet imagine me with a baby and unmarried. You would have to marry me, Julian!"

Now I must frankly confess that I could not marry them all. I did not wish to marry Maud.

However, maiden like, she saved me from the embarrassment the necessity of a reply would have occasioned. When she uttered these words she pressed herself amorously against me; she did not stop there.

She was lying on her left side, I, of course, my back being against hers, was on my right. She moved her right arm, which was strapped to my left, backwards across me with pretty hesitation, and soon grasped her friend Mons. Priapus and played with him.

"If-if you-married-me-" she ejaculated, "how-how-I would make that fellow work."

And her body was suffused with a warm glow.

I slipped my left arm through, between her and the floor, and returned the compliment to her womanhood.

I do not believe that equality of the sexes will ever be established until the seat of a woman's womanhood is transferred from between her legs to her head. A man exists for something else than for procreation. But it is the beginning and the end of a woman.

"Love," says the poet, "is woman's whole existence." It is all that she seeks, whatever she may affect; and if you can tickle her clitoris, either with your fingers or by way of her imagination, she will obey you as exactly as a vessel with steerage obeys the helm.

It is all very fine, though, for me to boast, for I remember how I was made to obey, a few days later, when a female hand proved to be a very effectual rudder.

"Maud, dear, take care! If you excite me too much, whoever comes to fetch us will find out. I do not want any more whipping."

"No, poor boy; you have had your share. How Elise smacked you in the workroom! I told you," archly, "you would soon find out you were powerless in the presence of petticoats. A lady's whip and birch can bite, cannot they? Never mind, Julian, we shall have more fun yet. Oh-oh-oh. Naughty boy," she exclaimed, as I tickled her. "Oh-oh-oh-oh, do stop. I do not wish to be whipped again either, I can tell you."

"What a nuisance these straps are. They must be making you quite sore, Maud; they hurt me very much. I wonder whatever Mademoiselle will do."

"Oh," replied Maud, "she cannot do much; but she will, no doubt, make us both feel, and excruciatingly too."

"The mixture of pain and pleasure is odd. In fact, some pain is pleasure."

"Oh, Julian, I wish you would tell me how you felt when Mademoiselle first birched you. How dreadful it must have been for you, a big boy, to have had your trousers taken off before us girls and your bare bottom birched by your governess in her bedroom."

"The sting soon drove all ideas of the kind out of my mind. It is all pleasure and no pain," said I, anxious to turn the subject; for I knew that if Mademoiselle found I tattled, I should lose all chance of sugar-plums from her, "to be here fixed to a beautiful big girl"-putting my finger into her-"quite naked."

My old trick of analysing, into which I hereupon again fell, then kept me quiet.