My Own Tale
It is only proper that I should commence my book with a short story of my own experience, when a school girl.
I was an orphan, and after having a nursery governess for some years, my guardian placed me as a boarder with Mrs Masterson, who kept a high class school for young ladies at Acacia House, near Hounslow.
There were only twenty young lady boarders, ranging from about twelve to seventeen years of age; so between ourselves, when free from Madame and the governesses, we lived happily enough.
Our English governess, Miss Masterson, the daughter of the proprietress, was awfully hard on us; nothing seemed to give her greater pleasure, than to birch and punish us on any slight pretext, and the youngest pupil Ethel Bruce, who slept with her, was her spy and tell-tale.
We longed for a chance to pay it all back with interest. The holidays were near, and as four of us had finished our education, we should not return.
Miss Masterson was in the habit of rising very early, leaving Ethel in bed; of course we were curious to know why, but could only elicit from her, "that she was fond of study, and reading, in the early morning;" but, she never invited any of us to join in her studies. The old garden was full of trees and shady shrubs, so it was easy for one or two of us to spy out, and we found she always went direct to a large bower, at the end of the grounds, and which abutted on a lovely country lane.
Our espionage had no result for two or three days; but, one very fine morning, we caught a glimpse of a fine handsome fellow, who joined her in the bower. There were six of us, and we speedily crept up close, till by looking through the dense foliage of creeping plants, which covered the bower, we could see and hear everything: It was a large bower, with a rough strong oak table in the centre. They were too engrossed with each other, to notice any thing else.
She a handsome brunette of twenty-two, dark hair, and almost black eyes, in fact, it was difficult to say their exact colour, especially when flashing with excitement. They were standing up by the table, facing the sunlight, which made them a remarkably handsome couple, as he was fair in exact contrast to her style; each one had an arm round the other's waist, their lips were billing and drinking in luscious kisses; but, her right hand was mysteriously feeling and caressing a certain very improper part, in fact she was proceeding slowly button by button, to let out his engine of love.
Their faces flushed more and more; she had taken it out, and there, we girls, beheld the fearful male penis, in the full glare of sunlight. "Oh, the darling love", she sighed, in a low voice; "I must give it just one little kiss".
She stooped for an instant to imprint that kiss, on the fiery, ruby, uncovered head; then he gently pushed her back over the table, lifted her skirts, and exposed a fine, black-haired fanny; the pouting lips were just visible, as he opened her legs widely, then dropping his trousers almost to his knees, he stood between her legs, seemed to push into her; her hands pulled up his shirt, and patted his fine white fleshed buttocks, as she exclaimed; "Oh, Darling, let me have it!"
His reply was "Have I put it in right; Do I please you my love?"
No more words were spoken, their lips were glued together, in one long ravishing kiss, and their bodies oscillated violently.
Having seen so much, I was destined to spoil the fun; just at our feet lay several sticks, which the gardeners used to support heavy plants; seizing the biggest I could see, and the others doing the same; I was upon the lovers in a moment, raining desperate blows on his beautiful white bum, but my stick was too old and broke almost immediately, the others did the same, and before he could get away, we could see long red marks, as the result of our attack.
He fled in disorder, without studying the order of his going, vaulting over a small gate, into the lane, disappeared, thoroughly routed. But, who can describe Masterson's confusion, she lay stupefied, on the table, covering her eyes with her hands, forgetting even to put her clothes down, with her legs still wide apart; the black hairy fanny gaping for its lost tenant, who had evidently paid his due in a hurry; the lips looked creamy and slimy, as the frothy ooze trickled out.
"Fie, for shame, Miss Masterson! What will Mama say, when she knows about this? Was ever any thing so disgustingly indecent? Why, we were punished for looking at each other in our bedroom; whilst you do a dirty thing, expose yourself to a man in broad daylight; what shall we do girls? Shall we fetch Madam at once? Ah, there's the man's handkerchief!" I said picking it up; "Finest cambric, and marked S."
"Oh! no, no, pray do not tell my mother; I will be kind and do anything for you all in future"; she pleaded, jumping up, her face crimson with shame, and tears running down her cheeks. "Oh, do have some pity; what can I do?"
!Why, Miss Indecency, you must submit to a good birching, at once, and Ethel too, the nasty little spy; run, and fetch her, two of you girls, and bring some good swinging rods out of the study ", I said, acting as mistress of the ceremonies.
"No, no, not this morning, do let me recover myself, Mama will be away this evening, then, I will bring Ethel to your room, and we will submit to any whipping, you like to give us." she pleaded.
"Certainly, but if you fail in any way, Madam shall know at once". This settled the affair for the moment; and during the day, we elder girls, made great preparations for a real birching seance, at Mademoiselle's expense. As soon as Mrs Masterson had started out for her evening visit, we were, all ready in our large dormitory, and every pupil was present, except the two culprits, who presently appeared, dressed as they had been ordered, in evening costume; little Ethel, with quivering lips, and eyes full of tears; Miss Masterson looked almost defiant, although a close observer, could see she was very nervous. "Young ladies", she said, "we are at your disposal for punishment, and I hope it will have such an effect, that we may be quite altered in future; but, Oh! Miss Gay, don't be too hard on poor Ethel, however you serve me out for the past".
"For shame, Miss Masterson, how dare you impute that to us, after your lewd conduct this morning in broad daylight; you ought to thank me and these young ladies, for consenting to punish you ourselves, instead of denouncing you to your Mama".
Several good birch rods were now laid upon the table, and two of the girls began to prepare Ethel.
"First of all", I said, "Anna; you are the strongest, just lay her across your lap, as you sit on the bed-side, open her drawers, and give the little tell-tale hussey's wicked bottom a good preliminary slapping."
Anna, was my chum, a devil-may-care, pretty blonde of seventeen; her face flushed a little at the thoughts, of what she was going to do, but she took. Ethel across her lap, having first turned up her own skirts and petticoats, till she showed her pretty lace trimmed drawers, with her legs so far apart that had any one stooped in front of her, their curiosity might have been rewarded, by glimpses of the road to pleasure.
Jenny Prior, another nice girl of sixteen then proceeded to open Miss Ethel's drawers, and we presently saw, the two half-moons of her plump little buttocks, fully exposed.
"What a nice little bum to slap! Stop a moment, for what I have to say to her; 'Ethel Bruce, you have brought this whipping upon yourself, by a long course of spying and tale-bearing to our governess, the most despicable conduct of which any young lady could possibly be guilty, should you continue the same mean spirited ways in future, you will be hated and despised by all in the school.' "
"Go, on, Anna and let her feel some real good spanking slaps."
Three good sounding smacks followed in rapid succession, each one making the pretty bottom more rosy. The victim tossed her legs about, but did not scream.
"Go on, let her have a good dozen, just to warm up her wicked bottom ready for the rod."
The other nine fall rapidly on the devoted buttocks, making Ethel fairly moan as she squirms under each impact of Anna's heavy hand.
Without delay a good rod of birchen twigs was now handed to the flagellatrix whose eyes fairly beamed. with excitement, whilst her face was flushed up to the roots of her hair.
"Now Miss" ; she said, "this is the real tickle toby, how do you like that?" Giving a good swish right across both of the glowing cheeks of her bottom: "there - there - there!" each word heralding a goodly cut; the flesh reddens more and more at each stroke, and dark red marks show the effect of the twigs on the delicate flesh. "I'll never do it again; Oh! Oh ! Oh Lord! 0h! Do have mercy !" pleaded poor Ethel as she flinched under each cut; but Anna getting more excited, cut away, making the bits of birch fly at each stroke.
"You bad girl, you used to smile and laugh at us; now, you know what it is like. Give her the coup de grace, Anna."
The last was a fearful cut, which fairly broke the skin, making small drops of blood spurt and trickle, down her legs.
She then had to k[n]eel and kiss the almost worn out rod, as she tearfully promised never to spy or tell tales any more.
It was now Masterson's turn, but we took five minutes breathing time to recover and refresh ourselves, with lemonade etc.
"She's too big to lay on anyone's lap," I said, "undress her to her chemise and drawers, then four of you girls tie these sash lines to each ankle and wrist; so you can stand off a little, and spread eagle her on the bed."
The culprit was soon ready, and voluntarily laid herself face downwards on the bed. I opened her drawers, and tucked up her chemise round the waist. "What a fine bum to birch," I said, giving her two or three smart slaps, with all the force I could.
"But, turn her over, we must first inspect that lewd place, she was prostituting to her lover this morning; we have now a fine chance to see the difference a man makes in a virgin."
They turned her over, and I at once pulled her lace-trimmed drawers down to her heels, so as to expose to full view, the gaping vermillion lipped slit at the bottom of her belly; the black-hairy mons veneris above, and as Solomon calls it, a belly like a heap of corn; but it had a lovely white skin, in contrast to the black hair on her fanny etc. By my directions, the girls now tied both ancles and wrists to the four corners of the bed, so she was quite helpless.
"Look here", I said, taking up my lecture; "This is what is usually known amongst us girls as a fanny, but men use the stronger, and more vulgar name 'Cunt': come, look into its recesses, how wide it gapes, the hymen has been broken through, and nothing is left, but a deep looking, red, glistening cleft, large enough to take in the cock of a giant. You know what the boys at school do very often, if there is an extra modest young rascal amongst them. They make him what they call a 'Free Man' by looking at his cock, and spitting on it. Miss Masterson's cunt here has been free enough, so we will all spit on it, thus," suiting the action to the word, and they all followed my example.
It is impossible to describe the looks of shame and confusion on Masterson's face, as she suffered these indignities.
"Oh, for shame, Miss Gay!" she exclaimed, bursting into tears. "Have some pity, don't use me in that nasty way!"
"Nasty, you call it, do you? Pray how would you describe what we saw this morning."
"Don't be too cruel Miss Gay, turn me over, and give me my whipping, but spare me such shameful degradation," she implored.
"That's not my idea; we've seen too many bottoms whipped before this; the wicked fanny is to be punished, humiliated, and cut up; it will be a novel application of the rod, for once."
They handed me a fine swishing rod, made of very long twigs, which had been well toughened, in vinegar pickle.
She clenched her teeth, and shut her eyes, so as not to observe our triumphant looks.
"Swish - Swish;" I made the birch sound, as I flourished it over my head; before bringing it down right across the tender skin of her belly; this was followed up by several deliberate strokes, so planted, that each made a separate mark, gradually crimsoning the broad expanse, exposed to my operations.
"Oh! Ah-r-r-re!" she screamed with agony; "I can't bear it; indeed, I can't, you'll kill me that way!" sobbing, but she was so tied she could not wriggle about much.
My heart seemed dead to pity, I gloated over her pain and shame, my blood tingled, and seemed to rush in tumultuous throbs, from my head to my feet. Gradually, my whacks were laid on lower and lower, till the tips of the twigs fairly scarified the fleshy lips of that vermillion gash, which her distended legs kept very open. She moaned, screamed, and sobbed praying for mercy, but found none, the blood was fairly trickling, but I was too spell bound by the intensity of my own feelings, to look round and watch the effect on the other girls. A melting sensation came over me, and I felt all wet between my thighs, my head swam, and I dropped the rod, as at last Masterson had fairly swooned under the excruciating torture of my attack. That ended the seance, and. we carried her to her room, leaving Ethel to soothe and comfort her as best she could.
Next day I left school for good, and even Miss Masterson herself, took a most affectionate leave of me.
