Gynecocracy

"No, no, no, Mademoiselle! Oh, no! Oh, I pray, I do beseech, I do implore"-she cried aghast with terror. Mademoiselle, for all reply, lifted her arm and gave her a swish about the buttocks. Elise screamed.

"Elise, lie down directly; or I shall give you a dozen instead of half a dozen. And do not scream any more unless you wish to be gagged," directed Mademoiselle, quietly, but severely. Elise seemed positively beside herself-positively distraught. I thought she was mad when she lay down on her back.

"Spread out your legs," said Mademoiselle.

Elise obeyed.

Mademoiselle lifted her arm and giving the cords full swing, brought them down with a vicious force, lengthwise, between her legs, full upon "Miss Elise," whom I had had to kiss more than once. I shuddered and trembled. The torture appeared severe beyond expression. Five times more Mademoiselle's arm rose and fell with the utmost precision and deliberation, and at each blow Elise yelled.

This is the mode in which in Spain, in Holland, in Paraguay, the Jesuits punished their naughty female penitents; and, strange to say, notwithstanding the pleasure subsequently felt, quite extinguished the pain, under which it is not unusual for the delinquent to faint.

Elise did not faint but lay gasping, totally oblivious of the exhibition she was making of herself to me, when Mademoiselle had given her the sixth lash.

I recollected reading in a note to Gibbon's History, of the Empress Theodora, Justinian's wife, having lain on her back in a theatre in public, her clothes turned over her breast, while geese pecked from her abdomen and navel and generative organs the gilded grains of corn which had been scattered over them in order that they might endure the blows of the bird's beaks. 157

There lay Elise, like the Empress Theodora, in a strange trance.

I dreaded to attract Mademoiselle's attention in her then mood-I did not know but that horrid little scourge might be turned upon me-but what with the warmth of the apartment, the state of nervous erethism in which I was from the terrible discipline of another kind I had gone through, and what with the spectacle I had witnessed, I found myself in a state of extreme erection.

Mademoiselle unloosed my hands. Her feelings appeared to be such that she could not speak. Leaving Elise, she took me violently into the next room, threw herself into a chair, reclining almost on her back, and, apparently dead to all idea of modesty, drew her skirts up to her waist, displaying her beautiful naked limbs to my admiring eyes.

She pointed between them. Three times again had I to indulge her passion with my mouth and tongue.

Elise was lying on the bed, her head on her arm, when Mademoiselle led me again into the room.

Mademoiselle led me up to the bed and again fastened my hands behind me.

"Lie on your back, Elise. Excite him with your hands, ask him to-to fuck you."

"Oh, Mademoiselle, before you! Oh!" fingering my testicles, her legs stretched out on each side of me as I knelt on the bed over her. "Master Julian-" moving to and fro.

"Oh, Mademoiselle, oh, I can't ask him! I will make him-it is too humiliating to ask. Beside I cannot say dat word."

"Obey, Elise, or you shall have another half dozen cuts."

Elise put her arms about me and drew me now to her face, at the same time placing one of her legs across my back.

"You shall be put to bed with her as a horse is put in a box with a mare, you animal," said Mademoiselle. "Come, Elise, put it in. Stop though, first say what I told you."

"Please, Master Julian, will you fuck me?" And then, having uttered the terrible word, she spasmodically caught me to her bosom.

One hand forced me into her wet warm body. Mademoiselle gently birched me. Then Mademoiselle, with her hand upon the piston, counted the throbs.

"Now, Master Julian, for fucking my maid in my presence, you will have a dozen lashes on the soles of your feet!"

Mademoiselle easily fixed them to the bedrail at the foot, and gave me half a dozen stripes on the sole of each foot with the birch rod. They hurt a good deal, and caused a curious tingling sensation in my feet and legs which lasted many hours.

I felt disgraced beyond measure at what I had been compelled to do in Mademoiselle's sight to Elise. Nakedness! Nakedness was nothing to it. There was now no secret function of my frame unknown to my governess.

As we still lay on the bed Mademoiselle picked up the canvas linen bag and bid Elise hold me. Elise again wound her arms about my shoulders and her legs about my own. Then Mademoiselle opened the mouth of the bag (which was closed by means of a running tape), as wide as it would go, and slipping its mouth under Elise's heels she gradually worked it up to her shoulders, enclosing Elise and myself inside the bag.