The Yellow Room

by anon

A spanking novel dating from 1891.

Chapter 1

'There is nothing, I am convinced by several years' experience, so good for a girl as a thorough good flogging administered upon her bare bottom with an elastic birch, she having been compelled to take off her own drawers herself.'

When the widowed aunt of Miss Alice Darvell, with whom she had been living for several years in Yorkshire, died, her residence was transferred to her nearest relative and guardian's house in Suffolk. And the change from a small house in a bleak and lonely part of the West Riding to a baronet's establishment was hailed with rapture by the handsome and healthy girl of eighteen. The only, or at any rate, the principal, advantage gained by her life with her aunt was one she scarcely appreciated. The life, the bracing air, the country rambles, and the rigorous punctuality of the old lady had allowed Miss Darvell to develop fully the physical charms which so distinguished her. And not only that - to the fresh complexion, the laughing brown eyes, and the magnificent contours of her form and of her limbs was added a distracting air of reckless ingenuousness, picked up no doubt on her moorland scampers. But become conscious of her charms, she sighed for the pomps and vanities of the world. They were held up to her by her aunt as perils of the deadliest description a view regarded by Alice with sceptical curiosity.

Her solitude increased her imaginative faculty, and the fascination it attached to balls, parties and life generally in the world was greater than their charm actually warrants, as Alice subsequently found out. The only disquiet she had experienced arose from a vague longing which was satisfied by none of the small events in her puritanical life.

She was modest even to prudishness, had long worn dresses of such a length as to make them remarkable; had never in her life had a low one on; blushed at the mention of an ankle, and would have fainted at the sight of one.

The matter of sex was a perpetual puzzle to her, but she was perfectly unembarrassed in her intercourse with men, and quite unconscious of the desires she excited in them. All she knew of Sir Edward Bosmere of Bosmere Hall was that he was her trustee and guardian, that he was a widower much older than herself and a cousin some degrees removed from her, but that notwithstanding, she was to call him 'Uncle'.

Thither then she went. Sir Edward turned out to be a man of about fifty; very determined in his manner, powerfully built and of a middle height. But what surprised Alice most was to find herself introduced to a tall, dark girl, who looked about two and twenty and whose name was Maud, as his housekeeper. She was dressed in exquisite fashion, but Alice thought most indecently, and she, too, called Sir Edward 'Uncle'.

The first few days were taken up in making acquaintance, but Alice was surprised one morning at breakfast to see Maud grow very pale when told by Sir Edward that she was to go to the Yellow Room after breakfast and that she was to go straight there. This direction was in consequence of some cutlets, which were served at the meal being slightly overcooked; and when Alice again saw Maud she was flushed and excited, and appeared to have been crying her eyes out. In some consternation, she inquired what the Yellow Room was, and the only reply she obtained was that she would find out soon enough. On the same occasion, when Maud had left the breakfast room, Sir Edward, who had by that time quite taken in Alice, told her he thought she dressed in a very dowdy fashion, and said he had given directions to their maid to provide a more suitable wardrobe for her. The girl was covered with blushes and confusion when he spoke of her dressing like Maud, for Maud showed a great deal of leg and glimpses too of many other charms. Alice tried to pull herself together and reply that really could do no such thing. Sir Edward looked at her in a very peculiar way, and said he felt sure her present mode of dress hid the loveliest neck and limbs in the world. He went on to ask whether she did not admire Maud's style of dress, and if she had noticed stockings and drawers.

'I have indeed, Uncle; but I could never wear anything like them.'

'And why not pray?'

'I should be so ashamed!'

'We will soon cure you of that. We punish prudish young girls worn here, by shortening their petticoats. How do you like the idea?'

'Not at all; and I will not have anything of the sort done to me.'

'I am afraid, miss, you want a whipping.'

'I should like' (defiantly) 'to know who would dare such a thing.'

Sir Edward again looked at her in a peculiar manner, but said nothing more on the subject. Simply observing that he thought it right that young women should learn how to manage a house before they had one of their own and did not know what to do with it, he said she and Maud were to take the management in turns weekly, and that a week from that day she would have to be housekeeper.

'In the meantime, my dear, you had better learn as much as you can from Maud; especially not to let them burn cutlets like these.' Saying which, he left the room.

At this point the narrative can best be continued by Alice Darvell herself:

Wednesday, July 3, 1888. As soon as Uncle had left the breakfast table, I felt quite disturbed, but on the whole determined to go on as if nothing had happened. A message came a little later by our maid from Maud to say that she could not go out riding as we had arranged. What a terrible woman our 'maid' is! Why on earth does Uncle have a Scotch woman of so terrible an aspect for us two girls? She makes you quake if she only looks at you. Well, I made up my mind to go alone and rode off very soon after.

On my return I met Maud, very red, and looking as though she had been crying dreadfully. She would not tell me what had happened. The rest of the day passed in the usual way. We drove out after lunch, paid some visits, received several at our kettle-drum and dressed for dinner; while waiting for the gong to sound Maud came to me, and to my horror began talking upon precisely the same subject Sir Edward bad been speaking to me about at breakfast.

'Uncle does not approve of your dresses, you little prude, and Janet' (the Scotch maid) 'has another one for you.'

'If Janet,' said I, 'has a dress for me like yours, showing my neck and breasts and back and my feet, my ankles, my legs - I mean like yours - I declare flatly I won't wear it.'

'Don't be a fool, dear. I am mistress this week; you will be next week as Uncle has explained to you, and if you do not get rid of your ridiculous shame you will be soundly punished. You may be thankful if you are only obliged to show your legs up to your knees and your bosom down to your breasts. That is all.'

'I do not care. I have never been punished.'

'Very well,' said Maud, 'have your own way. You will soon know better.'

When I got down, there were Uncle and Maud, three or four young men, and same very handsome women in low dresses, every one; I was the only one in a high dress. Uncle said something to Maud, who whispered to me that I was to go with her. As soon as we got into the hall, she told me I was to be taken to the yellow room and that I was a goose. I asked her why; she only laughed. Arrived there, she said she was very sorry, must obey orders. She then strapped my hands firmly behind my back. My struggles were useless in the end, but kept her so long that she said, 'I shall take care that you shall have an extra half dozen for this.' I could not think what she meant. It got darker, and still no one came. The yellow room was heard the tower clock strike ten. My hands behind me began to hurt, and I began to lose my temper. I wondered how long I was to be kept there, and then who had the right to keep me; and supposed it was called the yellow room because the curtains of the windows, the valances and the bed curtains were all yellow damask; and then I wondered what the ottoman, such an enormous one, was doing here, in company with a heavy oak table, a bar swinging from the ceiling, and - what with vexation and impatience I went to sleep.

I was awakened about half past eleven by carriages driving off. It was pitch dark; and the curtains had been drawn. I know it was about half past eleven because about half an hour later midnight struck. There was a footstep in the corridor, and Uncle came in.

He said: 'I am extremely surprised at your insubordination miss, for which I am about to punish you.'

What followed I cannot write.

So much for that part of the diary. Later on, byway of penance, Miss Alice Darvell was compelled to write out the minutetest description of her punishments and her sensations and secret thoughts.

What happened was this: Sir Edward Bosmere at once informed Alice that he would have no more prudish nonsense; that he was going to strip her and flog her soundly, but that first he meant to obtain a promise from her to take off her own drawers - a very important humiliation to which to subject a proud young beauty.

She protested in the most vehement manner. 'He had no right to whip her; she would not be whipped by any man or anyone else; he was at once to undo her hands; being kept all the evening in that room without any dinner was quite punishment enough; she did not know why she had been punished; she would not wear horrid dresses which only served to make nakedness conspicuous; and if she was going to be treated in this way, she would go away tomorrow. As to promising to take off her own drawers, and before him, he must be mad to think of such a thing, and she would die first.

She looked lovely in her fury, and an alteration in the surface of Sir Edward's trousers showed his appreciation of her beauty. He longed to see her naked and all her charms revealed.

'I will not dispute with you, you saucy miss, and your face is too pretty to slap; I will settle accounts with your bottom - yes, your bottom, and a pretty plump white bottom I have no doubt it is. I can promise you, however, it won't be white long. Now lie across that ottoman on your face. What? you won't? Well, across my knee will do as well, and perhaps better.'

Putting his arm round her waist, he dragged the girl with him to the sofa telling her that her shrieks and struggles in that heavily curtained and thickly carpeted room were of no avail; that even if they were heard no one would pay attention to them, and that the only result would be, if she went on, to double her punishment. He did not, however, at that moment wish to do more than examine the charms that were so jealously concealed, the magnificence of which might be easily guessed from the little that did appear of her figure. He walked her to the sofa and sat down upon it, still holding her by the waist, and then, putting her between his legs, pulled her down across his left one. Her power of resistance was very much lessened by her hands being strapped behind her, but still she managed to slide down upon her knees in front of him instead of being laid across his lap. He then held her tightly between his knees and proceeded to unfasten the neck of her dress, and as the buttons were at the back he was obliged to put his arms round her and draw her so close that he felt her warm pressure upon him.

The passion he felt was intensified, and the girl then, for the first time, seemed in a hazy sort of wonder as to whether the treatment she was undergoing was altogether unpleasant, which occupied her to such an extent that she ceased her useless resistance. At length the buttons were all undone to the waist, the dress was pulled down in front as far as the strapped-back arms would allow; sufficient, however, to disclose a neck as white as snow and the upper surfaces of two swelling, firm globes. Sir Edward immediately, placing his left arm under his victim's armpit and round her shoulders, drew her closer to him, spreading his legs wider, and notwithstanding her pretty cries to him to desist, inserted his right hand in her bosom. At last, succeeding in loosening her corset, he was able to caress the scarlet centre of the lovely, palpitating breast whose owner lay in most bewitching disorder in his lap.

Her hair had partly fallen; her bosom was exposed by the dress three parts down and the loose corset - her eyes swam, and her colour was heightened.

'Oh, stop! Uncle; oh, do, do, do stop! I never felt like this before. Whatever will become of me? I cannot bear the sensation. You have no business to pull me about so.'

'Do you not like the sensation, Alice?' asked he, stooping and putting his face into her bosom; 'and being kissed like this, and this, and this? And is not this nice?' - taking her red teat between his lips and gently playing with it with his tongue.

'Oh! Uncle! Whatever are you doing to me?' said the girl, flushing crimson all over, her eyes opening wide with amazement and her knees falling wider apart as she fell slightly back upon his right knee.

'Is it nice? Do you like it? Does it give you sensations anywhere else?' asked he, glancing at her waist - and then, a moment after, putting his hand down outside her dress, 'Here, for instance?'

Still a deeper blush of crimson shame, but there was a gleam of rapture after the momentary pressure. Followed by the exclamation, 'How dare you?!'

'How dare I, miss? We shall see. Now you will please lie on your face across my knee. You can rest on the sofa.'

'Oh, I suppose' - with some disappointment in the tone - 'that you are now going to button up my dress.'

'Am I?'

'Then what are you going to do?'

'Make you obey me, and without any more resistance, or you shall have double punishment. Lie down at once, miss.'

'Oh, Uncle, don't look at my legs! Oh, do not, do not strip me! Oh, if I am to be whipped, whip my hands or shoulders; not there!'

'You are a very naughty, obstinate girl, with very much too much prudishness about you. But when you have been forced yourself to expose all you possess in the most unconcealed manner, and have been kept some days in short frocks with no drawers, there will no doubt be an improvement. And, as I said before, I shall flog your bare bottom soundly, Miss Alice; and pretty often if you do not mend. Lash your arms and shoulders, indeed. I shall lash your legs and thighs. Lie down this instant.

The poor girl, seeing resistance useless, said nothing; but the arm put round her back soon cured her inaction.

She lay across her Uncle's left leg and under his left arm, which he had well round her waist.

'Now,' said he, tightening his grasp, 'we shall see what we have all along so carefully hidden, eh, miss?' and he pulled up her dress behind, despite her struggles and reiterated prayers to him to desist.

'No use struggling, miss,' he went on, slipping his hand up her legs and proceeding at once to that organ in front which woman delights to have touched.

'Oh, Uncle! oh, leave off. How dare you? How dare you outrage me like this? Oh! take your hand away! Oh!oh! oh!'

'So you are a little wet,' feeling the hairs moistened by the voluptuous sensations he had caused her by caressing her breasts; 'and you hoped that no one would know, no doubt. Now just let me stroke these legs. What a nice' (turning the robe above her waist) 'fine pair they are; and' (opening the drawers) 'what a pretty, what a perfectly lovely bottom! What a crime to hide it from me. However, you will make amends for that by taking your drawers off presently.'

'Never! Never while I live! You monster! You wretch! If ever I get out of this room alive I will expose you!'

'My dear, let me try a little gentle persuasion, a novel sensation. If that does not suffice, I can find some more striking argument.'

And, again pressing her down upon him, he slipped his hand up, and putting his finger in her virgin orifice in front, he placed his thumb in her rear. Feeling his finger first, she jerked herself upwards, upon which in went his thumb; then, with a little scream, again bouncing forwards, his finger slid in as far as her maidenhead would admit - her hands were all the time still tied. He kept up a severe use of both his finger and thumb for some moments so that she was unable to contain herself and was ultimately obliged to abandon herself to the sensations he provoked. Her legs were stretched out and wide apart; her bottom rose and fell regularly; her lovely neck and shoulders, which were still exposed to his sight, increased his rapture and, at it, her dismay; and at last, when the crisis arrived - pretty nearly at the same moment did it overtake them both - she lay panting and sobbing, almost dead with shame; but for the time subdued.

'Well, dear, how do you like your new experience?'

'Oh, Uncle, it is awful, simply awful! I am beside myself.'

'When you have rested a moment, will you stand up and take off your drawers before me?'

No answer.

'Answer directly, miss.'

With a sudden revulsion of feeling, she bounced out: 'No; I won't! I won't, and you shall not.'

The Yellow Room - 1Getting up, he went to a chest of drawers, and, opening a drawer, took out a riding whip. Silently, and notwithstanding her violent resistance, he again got the refractory girl over his knee, with his arm round her, her dress up, and her bottom as bare as her drawers would admit. Across the linen and the bare part he gave her a vigorous cut, making the whip whistle through the air. It fell, leaving a livid mark across the delicate white flesh, and caused a yell of pain. Again he raised it and brought it down - another yell and desperate contortions.

'Oh, Uncle, don't! Oh! No more! No more! Oh! I can't bear it. I will be good. I will obey.'

Sir Edward paid no attention, and raising the whip, made it whistle a third time through the air. A more piercing shriek.

'It is not enough for you to promise to obey; you must be punished, and cured of your obstinacy. And you called me a wretch and monster' - swish - swish - swish.

'Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Don't! Oh! Don't! Oh, you are not! I say you are not anything but what - Oh! Oh! Put down that whip. Oh! Please, dear Uncle! You are not a wretch! Or monster! I was very naughty to call you so, and I liked what you did to me, only was ashamed to say it. I will take my drawers off before you, if you like! I will do anything, only don't whip me any more.'

'You shall have your dozen, miss' - swish. 'So you liked my tickling your clitoris did you, better than' swish - 'tickling your bottom with this whip, eh?' - swish - swish. 'You will expose me if you escape alive, will you?' - swish - swish.

'Oh, stop, stop! You have given me thirteen. For heaven's sake, stop.

'I have given you a baker's dozen, and' - swish - 'there is another because you complained.'

Sir Edward was carried away by the passions excited by punishing this lovely girl, and her yell as the whip again cut into her delicate flesh he did not hear, so beside himself was he. Still holding her, he asked the sobbing girl whether she would be good.

"Yes. Indeed, indeed I will.'

'There is a very satisfactory magic in this wand. Now, if I unfasten your hands, will you stand up and take your drawers off so that I may birch your bottom for refusing to wear a proper evening dress?'

'Oh, Uncle, you have whipped me once, and punished me severely, too, by what you did to me. Why should I be put to more shame?'

'Shame! Nonsense. You should be proud of your charms and glad to show them. What I did should give you pleasure. Anyhow, will you take off your drawers?'

'Oh!' (flushing and in despair) 'However can I? I should have to lift my dress quite up, and I should be all exposed. Besides it is so humiliating.'

'Precisely - you yourself must bare all your hidden fascinations. And the humiliation is to chastise your prudishness. You must do it You had much better be a good, obedient girl, as you promised you would just now.'

'Very well. I will then.'

'That is a good girl. You shall have a kiss for reward,' and, putting his lips on her beautiful mouth, Sir Edward gave her a long and thrilling kiss, inserting his tongue until it came into contact with hers.

'What a delicious kiss,' she said, shuddering with delight; and coyly added: 'I shall not so much mind taking off my- my - my drawers' (in a hushed tone, her eyes averted from him) 'now.'

'That is right, dear. Now let me undo your hands. There. Now stand before that mirror and let me arrange the light so that it may fall full upon you. Now I shall sit here.'

Miss Alice Darvell walked over to the mirror in a graceful and stately fashion, and started as she saw herself.

She turned round and looked shyly at her master, but said nothing. Stooping down, she gathered up her gown and petticoats in her arms and slowly lifted them to her waist. The act revealed a slender and graceful pair of ankles
and calves, but the knees were hidden by the garment she was about to remove. After some fumbling with the buttons about her waist they increased her confusion by not readily unbuttoning, at which she, in a charming little rage stamped angrily once or twice- the drawers tumbled down.

'Keep up your petticoats,' cried Sir Edward, 'and step out of your drawers. Keep them up,' said he, rising, 'until I tell you that you may let them down. What lovely thighs! What splendid hips! What a lovely, soft, round bottom! Look at it, Alice, in the glass.'

'Oh,' she said, simply, 'I am so glad you think so. I have never looked at myself before.'

At which he laughed, and stroked the satin skin with his hand, rubbing her limbs in front and behind and all over her bottom, until at last, when he had gradually stroked her all the way up he put his hand between the cheeks of her back right through to her cunt, which, and the passage also, he kept gently stroking for some minutes, while she rested against him, uttering inarticulate sounds of delight.

'There,' he said at length, 'that will do for tonight. You may let your clothes down now. It is so late that the birching shall be postponed until the morning.'

'May I take my drawers with me?'

'No, my dear; it will be some time before I shall allow you to wear them again.'

'Oh, Uncle!'

'Not as long as you are a maiden,' added he, significantly.

'Oh, that will be years.'

'Will it?' he inquired, innocently.

'Come,' he went on, 'I will take you to your room. You will in future occupy that one to which I am now going to take you, and not your old one.

'Why, Uncle? All my things are in the old one.'

'That does not matter, my dear. I must keep you under my eye until you are reduced to abject submission.'

The room to which he took her was cheery and warm. Although the month was July, a fire had been lighted, and had evidently been recently stirred. And on a small table near the hearth stood a biscuit box and a small bottle of Dry Monopole. Alice would have preferred a sweeter wine, but was told that was better for her. It was quite plain that either Uncle had told someone the precise hour at which he would bring her to the room, or that someone had been watching, for the wine was still frothing in the glass, and therefore must have been poured out but the moment before she entered. Terrible thought -could anyone have been watching her and have seen her nakedness? Her Uncle could not have known at what hour he would take her there. She was for an instant paralysed at the notion; but the next moment, accidentally catching sight of a bare breast and arm, she felt a certain voluptuous thrill to think she may have been seen by someone besides Sir Edward.

As she slowly undressed herself, her Uncle having gone off and shut the door behind him, it struck her that she would herself, for her own satisfaction, have a peep at all she had been compelled to expose to him. She blushed at her own resolution, and commenced to feel what Miss Rosa Broughton describes as delightfully immoral - a sensation, first taught her by her Uncle's hands, of which all her lifetime till then she had been wholly ignorant, although she had had, at times, a conviction that same such pleasure existed. She stood before one of the large glasses with several of which her room was furnished, and having let down her wealth of brown hair and divested herself of all but a single garment, she allowed that - her chemise - to slip off her shoulders and arms, and for an instant only gazed at herself in the glass. For an instant only, for, overcome by a flood of shame at her nakedness and at the sense of it, she hurriedly averted her eyes and looked about her for her night-dress. But this she could not find; and she 'then recollected that the roam was not the same she had previously used, and supposed they must have forgotten to bring her things. No; here was her dressing gown. She would put it on, and go to her old room for her night-dress. She went to the door, and to her utter amazement found that there was no handle inside. She was a prisoner.

She looked about, but there was no other door anywhere to be seen.

'Very well,' she said to herself 'I shall have to sleep in my chemise.' Being naked once more in taking off her dressing gown to put on the chemise again made her feel immodest, and as the chemise was cut low in the neck and left her arms bare, she felt more immodest still when she had got it on - a sensation renewed on several occasions when she awoke during the night and was reminded by her bare arms of her plight and of what she had undergone - and was to undergo later in the morning.

Before she got into bed she looked about for the article ladies generally use.   There was nothing of the kind in the room, and there was no bell. Then it struck her that the confiscation of her night-dress, and of the utensil referred to, must have been done deliberately by Sir Edward, and the idea that he had thought of such things so intimately connected with her person gave her a fresh delightful glow of sensuality as she plunged into the cold, silky, linen sheets. The necessary effort to retain her urine, the sense that she was being punished by being made to retain it, and the knowledge that her Uncle knew all about it and was so punishing her, excited her to such an extent that she went to bed a very naughty girl indeed.

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