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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: The Convent School - Early Experiences of a Young Flagellant - -Author: William Dugdale - -Release Date: December 1, 2019 [EBook #60825] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CONVENT SCHOOL *** - - - - -Produced by deaurider, David Wilson and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - - - - - +--------------------------------------+ - | | - | Transcriber’s Note | - | | - | THIS BOOK IS PORNOGRAPHIC IN NATURE | - | AND CONTAINS EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. | - | | - +--------------------------------------+ - - - - - THE - Convent School, - - OR - - EARLY EXPERIENCES - OF - A YOUNG FLAGELLANT. - - BY ROSA BELINDA COOTE. - - - LONDON: - PRIVATELY PRINTED. - 1898. - - - - -[Decoration] - - Salomon said, in accents mild, - Spare the rod and spoil the child; - Be they man or be they maid, - Whip and wallop ’em, Salomon said - - -The dicta of the Wise Man concerning discipline have been the source -of inexpressible dolour to children for very many centuries; and it -has only been within the last sixty years that ferocity in the -treatment of infants (I am speaking of English children, Jean Jacques -Rousseau shamed the French out of the practice of beating their -offspring, nearly a hundred years ago) has been gradually diminishing. -In the eighteenth century the lot of the British juvenile was -certainly a cruel one That admirable woman, the mother of the -Wesleys, held that a child should be made to desist from crying and to -“fear the rod” at the mature age of twelve months; and Miss Maria -Semple, writing on education in 1812, tells a story of a lady who was -educated in early years by a relative. “On a certain day in every week -she received corporal chastisement. If she had committed faults, ‘the -punishment was due;’ if she had not, she probably would in the week -ensuing. At the distance of more than half-a-century, the memory of -this person, who bore a public character of piety and virtue, was -spoken of, and justly, with aversion by the person she had thus -treated.” Thus Miss Maria Semple.—“G. A. S.,” in the _Illustrated -London News_. - - - - -INTRODUCTORY LETTER OF THE AUTHORESS. - - -My Dear Nellie,— - -Since writing you my confessions, in that series of letters which you -flattered me by calling “most interesting facts, and deliciously -voluptuous reading for lovers of the rod,” the following curious -narrative has been entrusted to my confidential keeping by a young -Countess of my acquaintance; but as there are no secrets between us, -and I think it may afford some little pleasure in the perusal, I -hasten to copy it out for you, from notes which I made day by day at -the bedside of the dear young creature, as she told the particulars to -me, at my visits during her long and painful illness, now, I am -afraid, close upon a fatal termination; and you may guess how grieved -I am to think that, although I now reserve her name as a secret, too -solemn to be entrusted, even to you, the stillness of the grave will -soon do away with all necessity for such reticence. Should my -confessions ever be printed after our time, this tale certainly ought -to bear them company, either as prefix or addenda. - - Believe me, dear Nellie, - Your ever affectionate friend, - Rosa Belinda Coote. - -London, 10th January, 1825. - - - - -[Decoration] - - - THE CONVENT SCHOOL, - OR - EARLY EXPERIENCES - OF - A YOUNG FLAGELLANT - - - - -Chapter I - -_The Early Life of Lucille_ - - -Since, dear Rosie, you are so interested to hear my birching and -whipping experiences, I will try to recollect them as well as -possible, but hope you will consider my weak state of health, and not -press me to tell you too much at once. - -Perhaps you do not know that almost from my infancy it was arranged -that I should marry the Earl of Ellington, who was about twelve years -my senior, being a family compact of a purely mercenary character, -designed to consolidate some very doubtful title deeds, which now that -our union has proved unfruitful, are likely to entail great expense -and annoyance to our heirs-at-law. - -My father, you know, was the Honourable Mr. Warton, and my mother died -in giving birth to myself, so that I was brought up under a nurse, and -afterwards, when about seven years old, a young lady was engaged as -governess to instil my juvenile mind with the rudiments of learning, -preparatory to being sent to a finishing school. - -This lady’s name was Miss Birch, and although my papa had known her -father, Dr. Birch, for some years, I now believe that the fascination -of her name had great influence with him in making a selection from -the numerous, and in many instances more eligible ladies, who applied -for the situation. - -Miss Birch was a dark lady about thirty years of age when she entered -our family, very good-looking, rather large pouting mouth, set off -with lovely rows of most pearly white teeth, which, when she smiled or -said much showed to beautiful effect in contrast to her rather swarthy -complexion, dark brown eyes, and thick bushy black arching eyebrows, -her figure was well moulded and plump, and being about five feet six, -she had quite a commanding presence. - -I was nearly eight years old before I began to notice the significant -looks which occasionally passed between papa and governess, but hints -were so often thrown out about the necessity of procuring a good birch -rod for the naughty bottom of Lucille, that I was gradually awakened -to the discovery of some most mysterious kind of understanding which -must subsist between them. My infant brain was much puzzled and -alarmed, as I already felt in imagination the tingling smart of the -green twigs I so much dreaded. - -Miss Birch seemed more exacting and severe over my lessons, especially -when papa happened to be in the schoolroom, and now I will tell you my -first experience of the rod. - -One day after failing both in spelling and arithmetic she rang the -bell, and ordered the servant to request Mr. Warton’s presence in the -schoolroom for a few minutes. Papa entered with a very serious look, -requesting Miss Birch to inform him of the cause of sending for him. - -“Mr. Warton,” said my governess, “you know we have had many serious -conversations about the necessity for proper correction in case Miss -Lucille should continue so inattentive to her studies, to-day she has -failed in everything, and I am certain that unless her energies are -sharpened up by the stinging smart of the rod she will go from bad to -worse; I am so averse to wield the birch myself, and would much -prefer that her papa should take in hand the serious whipping she -ought to have.” - -Papa.—“Lucille, you hear what Miss Birch says, (I noticed him cast -most excited and amorous looks towards the governess as he spoke), she -has been most forbearing with you, and interceded with me many times -to save your bottom, and even now cannot bring herself to lift her own -hand to make you smart a little; it must indeed be a serious fault to -induce her to ask me to use the rod, but, ‘Spare the rod and spoil the -child,’ has always been a maxim with me; lay her across your lap, Miss -Birch, and pull up her clothes, whilst I get the rod out of the table -drawer.” - -Miss Birch, with heaving bosom, and quite a deep blush upon her -face.—“I feel as ashamed at baring her naughty posteriors as if I was -going to suffer the degradation and humiliation myself, but come, -Lucille dear, you must bear it, and I hope you will be a better and -more diligent girl in future.” Then catching me by the wrist, as I -stood by her side covered with confusion, she tried to lay me across -her knees, but I struggled and screamed, “No! No!! No!!! I won’t be -whipped! Oh! Oh!! dear papa, do forgive me this time!” my face quite -crimson and streaming with tears. - -Papa, having got out the rod, a fine switch of long thin birch twigs, -tied up with velvet and silk ribbons at the handle,—“Come! Come!! -Lucille, this resistance will only make it worse for you.” As he -seized and threw me on the governess’s lap, Miss Birch securing my -head well under her left arm, speedily pulled up dress and skirts, -till my fat little bottom was exposed in a tight fitting pair of -drawers, my legs being left to kick about, although I was quite firmly -secured, and to all intents quite helpless, and my toes could scarcely -touch the ground. - -I could hear papa whisking the birch about, and then he said, “That -will do famously, Miss Birch, keep her head and shoulders well down as -you hold up her skirts; much as I pity my darling little Lucille, I -must do my duty and make her smart for her idleness in school.” - -My face was burning hot with the deep blushes of shame, and I -struggled desperately to free my head from the vice-like pressure of -Miss Birch’s arm, as I begged with piteous sobs to be let off for this -once. “Oh! dear papa! Oh! pray don’t beat me!” - -Papa.—“Indeed, I must, though every blow will send a pang to my own -heart, you naughty, bad, inattentive girl, all this has come by your -great idleness, and trusting too much to the kind heart of your -governess.” As he said this, three sharp stinging cuts whacked on my -tight-fitting drawers in quick succession. - -The pain was intense, I kicked, writhed and screamed for “Mercy! -Mercy! Oh! Oh!! I will be good! Oh! Papa! Oh, Miss Birch, do let me -go!” - -Papa, in quite an excited tone, (for I could see nothing), “So you -mean to be good in future! Do you feel the birch is doing you good -already? Ha! ha!! my little Lucille, you must have a little more yet -to make a perfect cure of your idleness.” Whack—whack—whack—whack—four -more cuts, each one more agonizing than the last, in spite of my -sobbing and screaming. “Now, Miss Birch,” he continued, “let her feel -it on the bare flesh, open her drawers so we can see the effects of -the cuts.” - -This was at once done, as I cried, “Ah! Ah!! No! No!! Oh, Papa! How -cruel!” - -Papa.—“What a sight. The rod has made her bottom blush finely. It’s -best to make her feel sore a few days, or she will soon forget it, and -relapse into her old ways.” - -The drawers were unbuttoned, and I could feel they were quite pulled -down my thighs, exposing the entire surface of my smarting rump, but -I had only a few moments for reflection before the blows fell again in -rapid succession, cutting, tearing, and scratching the skin, whilst -the boiling blood in my veins seemed to throb as if it must spurt -through the pores at every burning touch of the rod. - -My head was pressed against the tumultuously heaving bosom of my -governess, and notwithstanding the intensity of my suffering, I could -plainly hear the beating of her heart, and knew that her thighs were -tightly compressed together, whilst a strange tremor pervaded her -entire frame. - -“There, there, that will do,” said Papa, in a very excited tone. “I’ve -drawn the blood for her. Now, Miss Dunce, kneel and kiss the rod, and -ask your kind governess to forgive you.” - -I slipped down on my knees, and hiding my face in my hands in her lap, -promised Miss Birch “if she would forgive me now, to be a better girl -in future.” - -“That will do. I don’t want to be too hard upon Lucille this time. We -will leave her to think over her disgrace and shame, and let her -beware of the birch again,” said Papa, taking Miss Birch’s hand, to -lead her from the room. “This has been a most agitating scene for your -governess, who must repose in her private room for a while to recover -herself.” - -The schoolroom door, which opened directly into her private room, was -closed upon me, and the key turned in the lock, but all my hurts and -bruises were insufficient to distract my attention from the peculiarly -warm and excited glances which passed from papa towards my governess, -whose face was suffused with blushes, and her eyes turned down, as if -afraid to meet his ardent looks as they passed from the room. - -My curiosity was excited so much, that I listened at the keyhole. Papa -was evidently remaining in the governess’s room. I could hear a -rustling of her dress, as if some little struggle was taking place; a -sound of smothered kisses, and soft expostulatory ejaculations, such -as, “I dare not! Oh! No! No!! Not now! Pray leave me! Oh! Oh!!” Then -an almost perfect quiet, except for a slight rustling sound, and, now -and then, broken sighs with heavy breathing. - -At last all was quiet, and having now been left more than half-an-hour -to myself in the schoolroom, I ventured to tap at the door and beg -Miss Birch to let me into her room, as I would never, never, offend -again. - -After a very slight delay, the door was unlocked, and my governess -received me with expressions of great tenderness, kissed her poor -Lucille, and hoped my poor bottom was not too sore. Her eyes were -melting with what I should now call a soft voluptuous languor, and -scintillated with extraordinary brilliancy, all of which set my young -ideas in a flutter of wonderment, as to the extraordinary cause of her -prolonged emotion. - -Things went on pretty smoothly for some time, but I found it quite -impossible to avoid coming under the rod every now and then, the -chastisement getting more severe on every fresh occasion. - -Papa always had to handle the twigs, and when I began to get older, -Miss Birch would tie me up and leave the room, as she pretended to be -quite unable to bear the scene. Still papa would always go into her -sanctum at the conclusion of my whipping, to talk the matter over with -my governess. - -I will tell you of a fearful birching, the last I had before being -sent to the Convent School; it does not matter what the fault was, but -it must have been something very serious. Papa and Miss Birch both -helped to tie me up on a four poster bed in my own room. I was -stripped of every thing but my skirts and drawers, which were all -secured and arranged so as to expose my back parts in the best -possible manner for whipping. My hands were tied to the bed post high -above my head, and making me kneel on the bed, one leg was secured at -the knee to the same post, my other leg being left free to kick about. - -Miss Birch vanished, and papa arming himself with a formidable rood, -elegantly trimmed as usual, began by lecturing me on my fault. - -“You impudent girl, I can scarcely believe it of you, Lucille, now you -are just upon twelve, but this is the last whipping you will get at my -hands, and I promise you it shall be a sound one, and then I’ll pack -you off to the convent, with instructions to the sisters to be very -strict in looking after you.” - -“Oh! Oh!! Papa,” I implored, “Have mercy, don’t be so severe, indeed I -won’t do it again!” - -“Hold your tongue, Miss,” he said, impatiently, “you always cry before -you are hurt, but you shall remember this whipping as long as you -live;” giving me a slashing cut round my loins, then another, and -another on each cheek of my buttocks, “how do you like it, you bad -girl! will you turn over a new leaf when you leave home? Will you? -Will your? Will you? Will you?” Each question being accompanied by a -terrific smarter; the blows seemed to cut like a red hot knife, and my -boiling blood tingled from the tips of my fingers to the ends of my -toes. I could feel great burning bursting weals rising on my skin at -every cut; I screamed and plunged till the bed-post creaked with the -strain, and my wrists and knee were quite pained by the tight -ligatures by which they were secured. - -“Let this be a solemn warning to you, Miss Lucille,” he continued, -“but I’m afraid all my efforts for your reformation are quite thrown -away upon such a worthless baggage,” cutting away still more -furiously, and as I turned my head to scream and implore for mercy, I -could see how excited he was over the business with flushed face and -sparkling eyes; he was a fine handsome man of about forty-five, and -gave me the idea of looking as if in the midst of a tremendous battle. - -Anything but a bloodless battle for me; my bottom was soon dripping -with the ruby drops of my young blood, the sight of which seemed only -to exasperate him still more. - -“Ah! You little wretch. Scream away!” he exclaimed. “It’s a beautiful -sight to see you writhing and plunging under every scathing cut. May -it do you good, and draw the imprudence out of your tail. Will you? -Will you, try and behave better, or shall I send you off to the -convent at once, in their holiday time? There! There!! There!!!” - -He finished with three tremendous cuts, without waiting for my reply, -and sank back, gasping for breath, into an easy chair. - -It was quite a minute or two before my screams and moans of agony -subsided. Then Miss Birch coming in, released my hands and leg, an -ordering me to rest on the bed for a while, retired with my father -locking the door behind them. - -The smarting sensation now turned to a delicious voluptuous warmth, as -I lay under the bed clothes. My right hand was passed all over the -glowing surface of my buttocks, and seemed at last, quite unwittingly -to settle itself on my hairless little cunny. I turned on my belly -with my hand still under me, and wriggling myself about, as I lay -thinking over all the cuts I had received, gradually found a most -pleasing sensation from the rubbing of my hand and the two forefingers -mechanically worked into the slit, squeezing my legs together, I -rubbed on to increase the pleasurable emotions which I felt driving me -to strive and obtain, I knew not what. The frenzy now threw me into -such a state of excitement that my fingers were plunged as far as -possible up my virgin cunny, as I gasped, writhed, and tossed my -bottom up and down. The crisis came at last, and my furious efforts -were rewarded by a most heavenly emission; my soul seemed to flow from -me at the moment, and left me in a delightful state of voluptuous -lethargy, which lasted for some minutes, and when at length I regained -my serenity, it was to find my fingers, cunny, and thighs all sticky -from the thick spermy emission of my first maiden spend. There was -also a slight stain of blood, for I had actually ravished myself in my -furious excitement. - -I got up and sponged myself, then lay down to reflect on the curious -and delicious emotions I had procured for myself, and determining to -soon have a repetition of my secrets joys, fell asleep to dream of -being in the arms of a most lovely boy about my own age, who seemed to -impart to my ravished senses another taste of what I had already felt. - -Awaking in a struggle to retain my love-bird, I found myself bedewed -by another emission, but at last I slept with tranquility, and never -shall I forget my first taste of joy that day. - -[Decoration] - - - - -[Decoration] - - -Chapter II. - -_The Convent School_ - - -My father’s extreme severity made me rather glad when in about a -week’s time Miss Birch began to make preparations for my departure to -Belgium, and in less than three weeks I found myself installed as a -pupil in the seminary of the Ursuline nuns at Brussels. The Lady -Superior struck me from the very first as being a frightfully severe -woman; the morning after my arrival she sent for me to hear her read -my father’s instructions, and remarked that he had given her _carte -blanche_ as to punishment, and that in their school discipline was -strictly enforced. “Remember, young lady,” said she, in dismissing me -from her presence, “we never overlook a fault, and that my word is law -here.” - -My face flushed with indignation, and tears filled my eyes as I left -the apartment, fully assured in my own mind that I must soon -experience a taste of their discipline, nor had I long to wait, for -two days after, having confidentially expressed my disgust to another -pupil, with respect to the coarse fare set before us at meals, I soon -found I had been talking to a tell-tale spy, who carried everything to -the Superior. - -An elderly nun quietly told me she had been sent to conduct me to the -private room of the Lady Superior. My time was come, and I followed my -chaperone with trembling anxiety. - -Our Superior was a stern looking woman of about forty-five, with dark -piercing eyes and Roman nose, thin compressed lips considerably adding -to the severity of her expression. - -“Mdlle. Lucille,” said the superior, “I thought the caution I gave you -on your arrival, would at least have saved you from trouble for some -time, and spared me the pain of inflicting personal correction on you -so soon after your entry into our seminary, but I am afraid your papa -must have had serious cause for wishing me to be severe with you; now -what have you been saying to your fellow pupil the Mdlle. Olive; did -you remark, ‘that the food was not fit for a dog, much less -schoolgirls’?” - -I looked down in confusion, “Ah, I see,” she continued, “you cannot -deny it; well Lucille, I hope soon to convince you that our bill of -fare is both wholesome and proper for the pupils, I shall give you one -dozen cuts with the rod, and then let you off if you promise not to -offend in the same way again.” - -The nun who was called Serena, now placed a long stool in the middle -of the apartment, and made me lie on it full length face downwards, -then I felt her cold busy hands as they turned up my clothes, and -opened my drawers behind, till my bottom was left naked to the attack -of the Lady Superior. - -“Do you, Mdlle. Lucille,” she asked sternly, “consider that our fare -of bread and porridge three times a day, and meat or soup twice a -week, added for dinner is only fit for a dog? Ah! Ha!” she went on, -cutting me slowly and severely at every few words, “This will give you -a better appetite; how do you like birch sauce, Miss Dainty Mouth?” - -I screamed with the pain, and plunged about so that Sister Serena had -to hold me down with all her weight upon my shoulders. “Forgive me, -oh, forgive me this time, I won’t speak to Olive again!” I gasped out -as the heavy woman almost stopped my breath, but at last it was over, -and after kissing the rod and making me look at the blood-stained -weals on my bottom, they sent me away with a caution how I spoke about -that or anything else I might see done in the convent. - -I longed to have my revenge on the deceitful Olive, but knew not where -to turn for a confidant, they all perhaps would be equally -treacherous. I stuck to my lessons and avoided punishment as much as -possible, being assured that the longer I brooded on my revenge the -more complete it would be in the end, at the same time I thoroughly -studied every part of the building to which I was allowed access, in -the hope I might some day find it very useful if I wanted to effect my -escape. - -The nuns I believe slept in dormitories, where there were a dozen or -more together, but every pupil had a very small room to herself, mine -was in a long corridor, and Olive’s three or four doors from mine, -there were neither locks or bolts to any door, as the Lady Superior -and elder sisters were supposed to take frequent peeps at us in our -sleep; I had at last matured my plan, and having everything in -readiness, one dark night when there was not even a glimpse of -moonlight, I patiently watched till some of the principals had paid -the accustomed visit, and heard the cracked voice of an old nun say, -“fast asleep,” as I feigned to be in a deep slumber. - -Soon their footsteps died away in the corridor, and after waiting some -time, till I felt sure every pupil must be again asleep, if the going -round should have awakened them, I crept out of bed, and providing -myself with some pins and a strong piece of cord, was soon at the -bedside of the treacherous girl I wanted to serve out; my first act -was to quietly pass my cord around her, outside the small bed, so that -I could suddenly draw it tight and secure her a helpless victim in my -power then suddenly stuffing the bedclothes into her mouth before she -could scream out, ordered her in a rough whisper to keep quiet or I -would kill her; it was too dark to see her terrified face, but she -shuddered all over, and seemed as if her very blood was chilled, so -cold did she seem to my touch. - -Taking advantage of her fright, hands and feet were instantly tied so -that she was spread out in a helpless fashion; I made her own -handkerchief, which I happened to get hold of, into a gag, and at the -same time could feel the drops of cold sweat upon her temples. Now I -turned up the bedclothes or pushed them off, as I was tying the cord, -till she was quite naked from the bosom downwards. - -My hands roved over the soft, firm, naked flesh of her belly, then to -the mount of love, which I found just beginning to be fledged with -silky down. My fingers sought the crack below, and I could not help -amusing myself by frigging her with all my might, the two first -fingers of my right hand ruthlessly pushing into her cunny, and I knew -caused her intense pain; from the slight groans which the gag could -not entirely suppress. - -What pleasure it was to me to torture her by my roughness, and outrage -her every sense of modesty, although I was too ignorant at the time to -know that my fingers were actually taking the poor girl’s virginity; a -kind of fury possessed me, and I actually bit the lips of her cunny, -and munched off as much of the silky down as I could bite away; the -pain must have been intense, and her writhing, shuddering agony was so -much bliss to me. - -At last to finish her off I got a piece of the cord, and passing it -right along her crack, tied it round her thighs and waist as tightly -and painfully as possible, and then for ornament stuck a lot of pins -in the plumb cheeks of her bottom and left them there. - -My revenge was complete, so wiping my fingers on the bedclothes, for -fear of any blood-stains, &c., I left my victim just as she was, to be -tormented by her horrible pains and fears till some one might find it -out, and release her in the morning. - -This outrage was never discovered, my victim was found insensible next -morning, and remained in a delirious state for three or four weeks -before she recovered consciousness, and then the agony and terror she -had endured on that awful night had so turned her brain that she -believed it was the devil who had so grossly ill-used her, but I heard -that one of the father confessors was strongly suspected of having -committed the atrocity. - -The Superior, with whom Olive had been a favourite, now vented her -spite in every direction amongst the young lady pupils of the -seminary, and I for one soon fell under her displeasure, and was -ordered to be tied up to their whipping post; it was only for slightly -oversleeping myself, and not dressing quickly when the bell rang for -us to get up at 6 A.M. - -I was suspended by my wrists being tied high up the post as I stood -upon a small footstool, then it was suddenly kicked away, the jerk of -the sudden strain on my wrists almost making the straps cut into the -flesh. My feet were dangling some inches from the ground, “Oh! Oh! -Ah—r—r—r—re!” I screamed, “How cruel! Oh! Papa! Papa! If you only knew -how they are treating me in this awful place!” - -Lady Superior (who seemed delighted at the sight of my pain),—“Hold -your foolish noise, Mdlle. Lucille, wait till you have something to -scream about, girl.” Then the old Serena, who it seemed was always in -attendance at punishment time, pinned up my skirts and opened my -drawers behind, and the Superior went on, “This rod shall make all the -sluggards turn out quicker in the morning; what do you think, -Mademoiselle, of making us all wait prayers for ten minutes? will you -wake—wake—wake up sharper in future?” - -She gave me three smarting cuts at each word, and my suspended -position added so much to the intensity of my pain, that I screamed, -kicked, and plunged about as I swung by my wrists from the post. -“Sister Serena,” exclaimed the Superior, “keep the girl steady or I -cannot plant my cuts as effectually as I ought to do upon her naughty -impudent bottom, she shan’t sleep for a week if I can only make it -sore enough!” Serena now held me to the post with one hand, to prevent -my swaying about, whilst the rod rained a succession of withering, -scorching cuts on my buttocks, and just underneath the parting of the -cheeks of my bottom. My screams were heartrending, but they only -seemed to enjoy it more and the Superior never ended her objurgations -till the rod was worn out. - -Things now went on till I was nearly fourteen, we never had a holiday, -and only short letters came to me from home, in which my father -constantly expressed his hopes of my improvement, and seemed quite -oblivious to all I had written from time to time about my severe -treatment, and begging him to remove me to some other school. - -I afterwards found out that my home letters were regularly suppressed, -and others more suitable were written and sent to papa, in my name; -what wretch that Superior now appears in my eyes, she not only -delighted in whipping us nearly to death, but forget letters to our -parents so as to keep her pupils, and make everything appear _couleur -de rose_. - -Perhaps, dear Rosa, you have heard that I managed to escape from that -dreadful convent, but previous to that they nearly killed me. I was -getting quite a big girl, my pussey already sported its silken down on -the Mons Veneris, which we all consider such an ornament to our secret -charms. - -The Superior had lately taken much notice of me, and introduced me to -a clique of her favourites, three or four pretty girls about my own -age, who were often indulged with little treats in her private room; -there, we girls were encouraged and instructed in all kinds of -lascivious ideas; we looked at each other’s cunnies, tickled and -kissed each other in every possible way, the Superior encouraging us, -and suggesting a variety of attitudes for us to try. She had a huge -godemiche, about nine inches long, and very thick, which she would fit -upon one of the girls, and then submit herself to be fucked as hard as -possible, whilst the other girls had to turn up the girl’s skirts, and -smack her bottom hard and fast, with the palms of their hands, to make -the young gentleman (as the Superior called her partner) work fast and -vigorously. - -Then she would have us all strip naked, whilst we had in turn to kiss -and suck her cunt, when it was all slimy with her spendings. - -I did not mind the slapping, or allowing any one to kiss and -tongue-fuck my cunny, but the Superior’s was so hairy, and had such -meaty looking lips, and a huge clitoris, (which I now know is induced -by long-continued self-abuse), and it smelt so fishy, that I -absolutely declined the honour of gamahuching her, and nothing could -induce me to do so. - -This so enraged her that she flew at me like a tigress. I was knocked -down, and beaten with a thick stick, till my flesh was bruised all -over, and then picked up, almost fainting, and hurried off to my own -little room. - -Perhaps nothing further would have happened, but in my innocence, I -supposed my letters were sent home just as I sealed them up, so I -wrote to Miss Birch a full account of what I had been seduced into, -and the dreadful beating I had received, for not liking the cunt of -the Lady Superior. - -The very next day after I thought the letter was gone, the old nun, -Serena, fetched me into a dull gloomy room, which I had never been in -before, but at once rightly judged to be a punishment chamber, when I -saw a high whipping post, made of a square beam, set upright in the -floor, with two rings near the top on each side, by which to tie up -the victim; a birch rod was hanging on the wall, and two scourges with -long things lay upon a seat at one end, but I had no time for further -observation, as the Superior seemed to follow us into the room almost -immediately. - -“Now, Mdlle. Lucille,” she exclaimed, grinding her teeth in rage, “you -shall rue the insult you put upon me the other day, before my special -favourites, of which I had minded to make you one, so that when you -left the seminary you might look back with pleasure to the loving -amusements I had first introduced you to; perhaps I should have -overlooked it all, but see I have your letter. Ha! Ha!! you little -fool to think that would ever go out of the convent!” - -Sister Serena had by this time put me on a stool, and was fastening my -wrists one on each side of the post, and presently the stool was -removed, and I found myself just touching the floor with the tips of -my toes. - -“What a beautiful position, how she will twist about and scream when -she feels the scourge, make haste to bare her bottom, as I am burning -to pay her out. Ha! Ha!! Mdlle. Lucille, I fancy you wouldn’t mind -kissing my cunt now if I promised to let you off,” said the Superior -spitefully. - -My courage and natural obstinacy came to my assistance at the moment, -I was so indignant, and the idea was so repulsive to me that I -resolved rather to die than do that for her; I was frightened and yet -flushed with shame and indignation at my treatment, besides something -seemed to advise me to irritate my tormentor to do her worst, and get -it over quickly. - -“No! No!! No, never!!! you may kill me, and then I should be out of my -misery!” I exclaimed. - -She scowled with ferocity, but said with all the calmness she could -command, “make haste, Serena, up with her clothes, and open the -drawers well, and keep her as steady as possible.” Then taking up the -instrument of punishment I could see it consisted of five or six long -thongs of whipcord, plaited and knotted at the ends, fixed on a very -elastic handle. - -It was poised in her hand for a moment, and then brought down with -stinging force on my exposed buttocks, then again, and again, and -again, in quick succession; each cut seemed to sear the flesh as if -done by a red hot iron, my piercing screams filled the whole place, -and the Superior, her eyes sparkling with ferocious joy, jeered me -about how I liked the scourge. “How lovely you look, Mdlle. Lucille, -as you plunge and scream, and I know the intense agony of every cut; -would you rather die now, my little dear? Well, I’ve a good mind to -kill you, outright, only I want to keep you as long as that _dear, -kind papa_ of yours is willing to pay! How he must have loved his -Lucille, to place her with me; I’m so kind, so very kind, you know, -my dear girl! What do you think of my kindness, you little love?” - -Her cuts were awful, and I swayed and plunged so that it was -impossible for Serena to keep my body steady, so she seized the other -scourge, and tried her best to second the Superior in her efforts to -cut me up more and more. - -At last they fairly panted for breath, as I was left dangling, sobbing -and moaning, with my clothes torn, my drawers in shreds, and streaming -with blood all down my thighs and legs. - -Fearing I might faint, they poured a little strong cordial down my -parched throat, sponged my face with cold water, and put some strong -snuff up my nose, which almost drove me into convulsions, so very -violent was the fit of sneezing produced. - -They seemed carried away with delight at the sight of my sufferings, -and sprinkled a quantity of the snuff over the cuts on my bottom, -just to dry up the blood, as they said with a laugh. Next all my -clothes were cut or torn off, till I had nothing on but slippers, -stockings, and the remains of my drawers. - -“Now we’ll finish off the obstinate, impudent little beast, I wish I -dare kill her,” said the Superior, grinding her teeth, “only I should -lose too much, she is worth more alive than dead.” - -A couple of lady’s riding whips were now produced, and the two women -attacked me afresh; I was cut all over my body, each cut seemed as if -done with a red hot knife, the blood flowed down my back in streams, -and yet their rage seemed to increase at the sight of my sufferings. -My screams were awful, but only so much music to their ears. They -jeered and derided my cries for “God to have mercy on me, &c.,” said -“my time was come to die, but they would make me last as long as -possible, and draw out my agony to the very last gasp.” - -This must all have passed in a very short time, but was an age of -intense suffering to me, and the finale was such a display of ferocity -that I sank under it, and thus robbed them of the pleasure of -prolonging my torture. The Superior seized me by the hair, and drawing -my head back, lashed her whip across my face and bosom, drawing more -blood at every cut, whilst old Serena, not to be outdone, took my -right leg under her arm, cut me dreadfully inside my thighs, along the -crack of my pussey, and made the tip of her whip reach the Mons -Veneris. - -This was the last I could recollect, but when I came to myself I was -in my own bed, wrapped up in cloths soaked in water. No bones were -broken, and my health soon recovered sufficiently to enable me to -effect my escape, and avoid their further malice. - - - - -[Decoration] - - -Chapter III. - -_Lucille’s Marriage and Adventures._ - - -It was about 3 A.M. one fine morning when I escaped from the Ursuline -Convent; and made my way to the Hotel d’Angleterre, the porter in -answer to my summons was about to refuse to give me refuge, when a -young Englishman, who was just taking his candle in the hall, said, -“he’d be damned if I should not be taken care of,” and ordered the -chambermaid to be called to attend on me, and added that he would be -responsible for all expenses. “Certainly, my lord,” said the porter of -the hotel, but he added _sotto voce_, “I think he’s a fool to be so -easily imposed upon.” - -I was too glad to have found a protector, (especially when I found he -was an aristocrat), so I quietly followed the _femme de chambre_, and -was content to await awhile for the _denouement_ of my adventure. - -Breakfast was brought to me about eleven o’clock, and also a message -to say that Lord Dunwich, would do himself the pleasure of waiting -upon me in an hour’s time. - -You may be sure I was all impatience to see the kind fellow who had -stood my friend, and was most agreeably surprised to find his manners -quite equal to his appearance when I saw him again. - -His Lordship was greatly interested by the account of my escape from -the convent, and said he was a very particular friend of my betrothed -husband, the Earl of Ellington, and would put me under the protection -of a lady going to England, who would see me safe home. He was such a -handsome fellow, and my gratitude was so gushing that at the moment I -could have refused him no thing, and was delighted by the way he -lingered over a kiss, he would insist upon as his due, my whole soul -seemed to leap towards the generous fellow, and tears of -disappointment stood in my eyes when he was gone. - -I never saw him again till my wedding day, two years later, when he -was best man to my husband, and in my eyes looked a thousand times -more loveable. - -A married couple of sixteen and twenty-eight ought to have been -blessed with every happiness, but after the first three days of our -honeymoon the Earl’s temper seemed so overbearing and imperious, that -I began seriously to regret my fate, and looked forward to a life of -gilded misery. The Earl was fond of the turf, and often left me alone -whilst he spent a fortnight at Newmarket or Doncaster and York. - -One day I was agreeably surprised by a call from Lord Dunwich, (we -were living in Grosvenor Square at the time), he looked more handsome -than ever, and seemed so full of sympathy for me in every respect that -I could not help falling into tears, and telling him all my fears, and -how I was neglected for nasty ugly fourlegged brutes of race-horses, -and that in fact I was sure Lord Ellington loved his Derby favourite -better than myself, and would rather I broke my neck than his pet -should fall lame. - -“Ah, Lucille” he said, falling on his knees before me, “how your -distress cuts me to the quick, would to God I could comfort you in any -way! I have loved you from the first moment we met, although I knew -you belonged to a bosom friend, and now the wretch slights you; look -up, dear Lucille, from your tears, smile upon one who is devoted to -you body and soul!” And then seizing my hand, upon which he imprinted -a lot of impassioned kisses, “Ah, you will pardon my presumptuous -love, how can I help it?” - -I was piqued by the Earl’s coldness towards me, and something impelled -me to pity the handsome suitor at my feet, so that although the tears -were still welling from my eyes, could not help smiling and caressing -his head as he looked up to my face. - -“Darling Lucille, I may call you so now, you respond to my love, my -happiness is too great,” he exclaimed, drawing my unresisting body -down, so that our lips quickly met in a rapturous kiss of real love. - -I was lost, and he so rapidly took advantage of everything, that -proceeding from one liberty to another, in less than ten minutes I was -an adulteress, but what a sweet sin, what transports of love shot -through our souls as we melted away again and again in the ecstasies -of mutual enjoyment; how we toyed with each other’s most secret -charms, and promised to renew our forbidden pleasure at every -convenient opportunity. - -Alas, for our happiness, some spy informed the Earl of my sweet -_liaison_, he made an excuse to visit Brussels with me and again I -found myself incarcerated in a hateful convent. - -The kindness of my husband on our journey from England (which I -afterwards found was only a part of his most artful programme), had so -imposed upon my rather soft-hearted nature, that I really felt sorry -that I ever been unfaithful to my marriage vows, although no doubt the -image of my loving paramour was firmly imprinted in my heart. - -We went to operas, bal masques, saw all the sights, and enjoyed -ourselves immensely for a few days and being strict Catholics he one -day said jestingly, “I suppose, Lucille, we must go to confession, and -get absolution after having enjoyed ourselves, and confess all the -delightful sins we have committed; by-the-bye, be sure you do not -forget to confess having ridden a St. George on your husband, and -allowed him to spend his seed in your hand, or on your pretty bosom, -they are most awful sins, and will cost a pretty penny for absolution. -I should not be surprised if the Rev. Father undertook to inflict -personal chastisement _à la Girard et Cadière_,” he added, laughing. - -“But, seriously,” I answered, “apart from joking, I know we ought to -do it, and will go to that church in the Rue de la Madeleine this very -day, I know I am a sinner, but don’t like to make a laugh of such -serious things.” - -Then seating myself on his knee, I drew his face to mine, and kissed -him lovingly, as I added, “But, dear Francis, you won’t leave your -little wife so long again, will you, for those horrid horses? You -can’t imagine how dull and low spirited I get when left all by -myself.” - -“What a pretty pouting little bride you look. Why, Lucille, the way -you kiss excites me as if we were still on the honeymoon trip; but -dearest,” he added, “a sporting man must see his horses tried and run, -then, you, know, I shall make up in the winter what you lose in the -summer; there’s nothing else to do then but to make love. Ha, you -sweet little devil, do you want to commit another sin before -confession?” - -My hand had been gently caressing his prick outside his breeches, till -it was now rampant and impatient of the restraining cloth. - -“Well,” he went on, following my example, by passing a hand up my -clothes, and gently tickling my clitoris with his forefinger, “we’ll -lump it all together, so there won’t be any more to pay. My Stars, -Lucille, how excitable you are. You’re spending on my fingers. It’s -nothing to blush about, little simpleton.” - -I got off his lap, and kneeling before him, unbuttoned his flap, and -the engine of love seemed to leap into my hand, its fiery head, with -the skin turned back, looked so tempting, that I could not resist the -temptation to kiss and caress it for a few moments. My tongue played -lasciviously round the tender and excitable surface, whilst my hands, -were fondling his finely developed balls. - -“Darling! Darling!” he ejaculated. “It’s coming! Oh! I can’t -stop—kiss—kiss—suck it. Take it in your mouth, Lucille! Oh! Ah! How -delicious! You darling, to think you would give me so much pleasure!” - -I was as excited as himself, and sucked and swallowed his delicious -spendings to the very last drop, as he pressed my head down with his -hands, and gasped out his hands, and gasped out his ejaculations of -ecstasy. - -“Now, it’s my turn, Sir. I mean to have a St. George, as you lie on -the hearthrug. Come, down with you at once, or I will bite it off,” -making him feel my teeth, as I playfully took it again in my mouth. - -We had a delightful bout on the hearthrug, and I rode him till he -spent into my excited cunt a third time. Keeping his cock stiff, and -starting him again after each spend by the contractions of the folds -of my vagina, which he declared gave him the most exquisite and -voluptuous sensations, and that he had never experienced anything to -equal it in his life, many women as he had had in his time. - -Presently I told him that as soon as I could get dressed I would go to -confession. - -“Do love,” he replied, “and if the Confessor is reasonable with you, I -will go myself to-morrow, or send for him to wait on me at the hotel.” - -I left him smoking a cigar, and about an hour-and-a-half afterwards -entered the church, where I was immediately accosted by an elderly -priest. “If the English lady wishes to confess, the Father Francisco -in yonder box is most suitable for Madame. He knows the English ways -so well, and was consecrated in England.” - -I approached the box, which was in a very secluded corner of the -sacred building, and kneeling on a hassock, enquired, in a low voice, -“If the Rev. Father Francisco was ready to hear my confession?” - -“Yes, my daughter, and I pray God you may have nothing but venial sins -to confess,” was the reply of my unseen Confessor. - -In my innocence I related every act of our married life; how excited -we were in our love games, and the various attitudes we used to -heighten our enjoyment. - -“Awfully sensual, my daughter. Your Confessor previous to marriage -must have admonished you as to the use of these unnatural postures in -following the dictates of nature in your endeavours to obey the first -commandment, ‘_to increase and multiply_.’ The holy rites of matrimony -ought not to be perverted by lascivious ideas and filthy sacrifices to -lust. It is a most serious thing my daughter, but before I consider -what penance to exact for such sins, tell me, as you value the -intercession of our Holy Mother, have you always been faithful to your -husband? If only by a look or a gesture, it is important to your -salvation hereafter that you should confess it now.” - -I was silent, dumbfoundered for a moment or two. “Ah! my daughter, -conceal nothing. Alas! it is as I feared—conceal nothing from me, or -it will be impossible for me to grant you absolution.” - -Thus pressed, and feeling but a full confession would avail me with -the Confessor, I told him everything, and especially how sorry I felt -at having allowed my pique at the Earl’s neglect to have carried me -into such a _liaison_, and that the tender regard he had lately -exhibited towards me smote me to the quick for my unfaithfulness, and -that that was the reason I had so given way to lasciviousness with -him, in order to compensate, by the perfect abandon of my love, for -any suspicions he might entertain. - -“My daughter, I must consult our Superior. Yours is such a serious -case, and I beg that you will go into the vestry, by the door behind -this box, and wait a few minutes, till I bring you his decision,” said -Father Francisco. - -I was all of a tremble, my face felt hot with blushes of shame and I -longed to hide from observation for a few minutes, so I readily went -into the vestry, as he had requested. It was a bare scantily furnished -room, with a few chairs, a writing table covered with papers, and some -priests’ frocks and vestments hanging round the walls. - -Presently the old priest who had accosted me on my first entering the -church, came to conduct me to Father Francisco’s room, but instead of -that, I found myself in the cell of a convent, with the door locked -behind me. - -The worst fears assailed my frightened mind; I sank on my knees, -calling on God and my husband to release me, crying and stamping in -impotent rage by turns; this must have lasted an hour or two. Then a -little wicket was opened in the door, and the same old priest told me -to calm myself, for Father Francisco and the Superior were praying to -the Holy Mother to direct them what penance to impose upon such a -sinner, and that I must remain where I was till next day, when, he -added, “no doubt you will be restored to your loving husband, as pure -in mind and spirit as when you first took your marriage vows.” - -I was going to implore him to allay the Earl’s anxiety on my behalf, -but he assured me they had sent to his lordship to say that I was -doing penance for some hours in their convent, and quickly closed the -_guichet_, so that I was again left alone. - -[Decoration] - - - - -[Decoration] - - -Chapter IV. - -_The Penance_ - - -Two nuns supplied me with refreshment, made me up a bed on the floor, -and I really had nothing to complain of as to treatment that first -night, still, something seemed to assure me that I really was a -prisoner, and should not so easily get out of the convent. My hope -was, that the Earl would speedily insist upon my speedy release, -(little dreaming at the moment that he was the instigator of my -detention, and had actually acted as confessor in the assumed name of -Father Francisco.) - -My anxiety was greatly increased the next day, when hour after hour -passed, and still no communication from the Confessor or Superior, the -nuns who brought me in breakfast and dinner were silent to all my -enquiries or offers of bribes if they would help me get out of the -place. - -My watch had stopped for want of a key, but about seven o’clock in the -evening, as near as I could guess, the old priest opened the door, and -beckoned me to follow him. My heart suddenly recovered its courage, -and I braced up my nerves to bear the severest penance; we passed -along several passages, and at last opening a door, he motioned me to -enter. There, sitting before a small table, which had a bible and -crucifix upon it, sat a rather young priest, about the same age as my -husband, but with a close shaven face and crown (the Earl had heavy -whiskers and moustache, I had never seen him otherwise), and he -struck me as being very like Francis about the nose and eyes, still, -no suspicion that it could really be him came into my mind. - -“Daughter Lucille, Lady Ellington,” said the seated Confessor, as the -other locked the door behind me, “In answer to prayer, the Holy Mother -has inspired us to grant you absolution, only after the most severe -personal chastisement and humiliations we can possibly inflict upon -you. Then, you will return to your confiding loving husband, purified -of your adulterous sins, but for all that, he will still, and for the -rest of his life, wear the horns of a cuckolded husband, which is his -punishment for teaching you such lascivious ideas; it is an awful sin -to so abandon yourselves to lust, and your unfaithfulness is the -providential punishment he so well deserves.” - -My face and neck were suffused with the blushes of burning shame, as -my eyes fell beneath his ardent gaze, besides something instinctively -told me that both Father Francisco and his coadjutor were enjoying the -sight of my confusion. - -“Now please divest yourself of everything you have on, except corset, -chemise and drawers, whilst I prepare this scourger for the -chastisement of your wicked sensual flesh, and my brother here will -get that rope in order, ready to tie up your hands above your head.” - -I scarcely knew how I got my dress and skirts off, as my hands -trembled so, and the idea of stripping before two men, even if they -were priests, was so distressing to my sense of modesty, but, somehow -or other, I was soon standing up, with my skirts on the floor, about -my heels, and my last under petticoat tucked up under my corset. - -Father Francisco confronted me, scourge in hand, and pointing with his -finger to my drawers in front, roughly ordered me to open them, and -show where I had admitted my lover, when in the act of committing -adultery. - -“Open it, you wicked woman. I must see the seat of lust itself!” - -He flourished his scourge so, and gave me two such terrible cuts round -my buttocks, that I was compelled to obey his immodest and shameful -order, and the moment I had done so, he produced a pair of scissors -and denuded me of nearly all the dark, silky chevelure I took such -delight in viewing in the glass, when ever I dressed myself, or just -got out of my morning bath. - -“I suppose you were so excited and wanton, when Lord Dunwich embraced -you, that you shewed him everything, even your nakedness, as the Bible -calls it; did you blush then, as you pretend to do now, Lucille?” he -asked. - -My surprise and indignation almost choked me, so that I was unable to -speak, and he gave me a heavy slap with his hand on my bottom, saying, -“So you will not answer, and think I am behaving shamefully, do you? -It’s nothing to what you will have to submit to presently, Lady -Ellington; turn round and open your legs, and stoop forward this -instant, or I will flog the very life out of you!” - -His rude hand was passed under my bottom, between my legs, and as I -covered my face with my hands, I could feel his fingers invade every -secret spot in turn, even to forcing a digit up the fundamental -orifice, which is always so tight and difficult of entrance, saying, -as he did so: “Did you let him go there, or has your husband ever -sodomised your bum-hole? Ha! Ha! How modest we are now. Speak; say if -you ever allowed any one to put his prick in your arse?” - -I cannot recollect all he said or questioned me about, but his words -and actions were every moment more and more coarse and obscene, on -purpose to add to my humiliation. - -“Here, Father Anthony,” he continued, addressing the old priest, -“where is your godemiche? That’s the thing to draw all the wantonness -out of her lustful body. It is well furnished with good stiff -bristles?” - -Father Anthony.—“It’s a new one, same as we always keep in stock to -subdue the fleshly lusts of these lascivious female sinners, and never -used before, but I must tie her up.” - -The rope, which hung from a pulley in the ceiling, was tied tightly -round my wrists, bringing both hands together; then he pulled it as -hard as possible till I could barely touch the floor with my feet, and -all my weight was upon my arms and the muscles of my back. - -“That’s it, exactly,” chuckled Francisco. “Now, my dear Lucille, Lady -Ellington I ought to say, you will really enjoy the insertion of this -jolly dildoe up your cunt, and it is full of a delightful injection, -with which it will spend in response to your emission of pleasure.” - -“Ah! No! No! Oh pray don’t treat me with such brutality,” I screamed, -in horror, when I saw the huge red-headed thing, with its shaft -springing from a bed of bristles, fixed round the balls so as to prick -the cunt at every insertion, besides its length and thickness seemed -quite terrible to contemplate. “I am quite content to submit to your -penance of scourging and whipping, but oh, oh, have mercy, and put -that thing out of my sight.” - -Father Francisco.—“Look, you need not be so frightened. I shall -lubricate it well with perfumed oil to make it enter you easily, -besides I will put some on your cunt and bottom.” Suiting his actions -to his word, and oiling my privates profusely, especially my -bottom-hole, which he lubricated till he could easily work two fingers -in at once. - -It was dreadfully disgusting, but still his frigging my bottom was -rather exciting, and he could tell or guess my feelings, as he went on -to say, “I see you like it, but the dildoe will make you plunge and -spend with delight.” - -He then took up my legs; one under each arm, and stood between them, -so they were wide apart, and Father Anthony, his face plainly showing -how he delighted in the task, proceed to force his godemiche into me, -opening the lips of my cunt with his fingers till the head was fairly -in, then ruthlessly shove, shove, shove, till, “Ah! Ah! Oh! -Ah—r—r—r—re!” I screamed in dreadful pain, as the sharp bristles ran -into the tender surroundings of my pussey. “Ah! Ah! Oh, my God!” I -screamed plunging and writhing in my agony, his eyes glared into mine -with a fiendish delight, only equalled by the look of his companion, -who held my legs like a vice, and encouraged him to fuck the wanton -woman till she had had enough to keep her out of adultery for a long -time to come. - -Presently Father Francisco, digging his nails into the flesh of my -legs, said excitedly, “See, see, she’s coming. The gluey spend is -glistening on your dildoe. Now, now, shoot it into her; let her enjoy -it!” - -In a moment I felt the hot gush of the contents of the godemiche. It -rather relieved me for a moment or two, but oh, oh, my dear, even -after this long lapse of time, I can never forget the agony of that -moment. The whole of my body seemed filled with liquid fire, for they -had filled the dildoe with some infernal decoction on purpose to ruin -my health, and destroy all chance of my ever enjoying the sweets of -love again. Such I know was their intent, for they taunted me with it -at the time; but although I never quite recovered from the shock to my -system, and feel even now that it was the original cause of my -premature decay, they did not succeed in depriving me of all sensual -desire or feelings for the future. - -I fainted, but they never let me down, and when at last I began to -recover consciousness Father Francisco was using his scourge most -unmercifully on my buttocks, the drawers being open, and the naked -flesh exposed to every cut. - -“I thought this would bring her round”, exclaimed he. “See, Father -Anthony, her eyes are opening, it will soon make her forget the -dildoe fucking, she did enjoy that, did she not, Anthony? But she’ll -be a long time before she has such pleasure again. Ha! Ha! Ha!!! how -lovely she is getting, see her wriggle from the pain of every cut. Ah, -Lucille, dear Lady Ellington, what intense delight the sight of your -agony is to us.” - -By this time either he was tired, or he thought a little respite would -enable me to bear more presently, so dropping the scourge on the floor -he left me still suspended, whilst himself and assistant sat down and -gloated over the sight of my suspended figure and blood-stained -bottom, with their hands under their frocks, and I verily believe now -they were frigging themselves. - -After about ten minutes Father Francisco again approached, scourge in -hand, whilst the elder priest gave me a few drops of cordial, and held -some pungent salts under my nose to refresh me a little. “That will -do,” said the former, “stand back, Father Anthony. Now, now, you -wicked, wanton, lustful young woman, did you wish your husband dead -when having connexion with Lord Dunwich? Why don’t you answer? Were -his parts more pleasing to your sensuality? Is he better furnished -than your husband? Speak up; confess all your wickedness! Did no sense -of shame shock you in the midst of your enjoyment with that fellow, -eh?” - -Every question brought a scathing cut with it, breaking the weals and -drawing fresh blood at every stroke, but I really was so ashamed I -knew not how to answer, and my tongue was useless except for moans or -cries of pain, and notwithstanding all their degrading and cruel -treatment I felt it was fully deserved by me. - -“Won’t you speak? won’t you confess your sorrow for your sin?” he -continued. “Are you really so lost to all sense of shame as to be -hardened against repentance? This must be whipped, yes, whipped out of -you, even if it nearly costs your life!” - -Just then Father Anthony loosed the rope a little, so that I could -shrink further from the blows of the scourge, till I was driven up to -the wall, where I stood on tiptoe with my hands drawn up over my head, -and my back bending as much as possible to avoid the terrible shower -of blows with which he was cutting up my buttocks still more and more. - -Crimson with shame, tears flowing in torrents from my starting eyes, I -moaned, cried and implored for mercy, protesting in a broken voice, -“That ever since my husband had renewed his kindness to me I had been -very, very sad and ashamed of myself for what I had done, and only his -former neglect had caused me to throw myself into the arms of a -handsome man to whom I was under great obligations for protecting me -when I escaped from the Ursuline Convent.” - -“Ha, then, you are that Lucille who insulted Lady Superior, I heard -all about it at the time!” he went on furiously. “Now you shall be -punished for that too,” seizing my left leg and lifting it up, so -that he could cut freely under my thighs, on my sore cunny, and every -tenderest spot he could think of, whilst old Father Anthony was -rubbing his hands in delight at the sight. - -My agony was so intense that I could only gasp and sigh, strength I -had none, he seemed beside himself with rage, but at last dropped his -scourge, and throwing open his frock in front I could feel his rampant -pego thrusting towards my mount, and am sure he spent on my drawers -outside before he could get into me; this he soon effected, and taking -my buttocks up in his strong embrace, he fucked furiously, swaying me -about with my arms still tied up by the rope; but I forgot all that, -his motions within me took away all feeling of pain, and I believe -much as I loathed him and felt humiliated by all his dreadful -treatment that I actually spent copiously when I felt his hot sperm -shooting into and soothing my overheated cunt. - -He was so overcome that Father Anthony seeing he was about to fall, -released me, or loosened the rope so that we sank down together on the -floor, and laid almost motionless for a few minutes, till the old -priest, taking up a scourge, began to whip us both unmercifully, and -made Francisco get up. This was the end for that time, but I was -ordered to prepare for a final penance in a day or two’s time. - -[Decoration] - - - - -[Decoration] - - -Chapter V. - -_The Last Scène and Denouement._ - - -They kept me in the same chamber, where I had been so outraged, the -two nuns nursing,—bathing my bruises, and using soothing injections to -allay the inflammations of my privates, till, on the third day, they -said I was so far recovered that my Confessors might finish the -prescribed penance, adding, with a malicious smile, “we saw everything -last time, and so we shall now, through our peepholes; how delicious -the sight was last time, and we had such frigging and dildoe fucks -after it was all over.” - -Having said this, they speedily disappeared and I was left to await my -fate in trembling anxiety; I was hot and cold by turns, as the -recollection of all the humiliating and painful incidents of the other -day came back so vividly to my mind, and in imagination I seemed to -suffer all my tortures over again. - -This did not last long, although you may be sure it seemed long enough -to me in my state of apprehension. A key was turned in the lock, and -the door creaked on its hinges; my persecuting confessors again stood -before me in reality, with quite a sardonic expression of anticipated -pleasure on their faces; no trace of pity could I find on either -visage, nothing but gloating sensuality seemed to animate the ardent -looks with which they regarded me for some moments. - -The hateful Francisco was the first to address me, a smile of terrible -meaning playing round his mouth, showing his pearly white teeth to -such perfection that I was again strongly reminded of my husband. - -“Lady Ellington, I hope, has had good time for reflection upon the -heinousness of her sins, particularly those in contravention of her -marriage vows; wantonness is as nothing compared to that. What has the -penitent Lucille to say? Has her chastisement made her feel the pangs -of real remorse?” he said, whisking a scourge before my face. - -I was too frightened to speak; face, neck and bosom, I could feel, -were in a burning heat, whilst my eyes could not meet his, for -something more than shame instinctively told me what I might have to -suffer at his hands. - -“No sign of repentance here, Father Anthony; she must be stripped -naked at once. Do you hear, Lucille? Strip—strip—strip at once, or it -will be much the worse for you!” he said with rough ferocity. - -Both priests helped me to undress, and in their impetuous haste almost -tore the clothes off my back, at the same time taking all sorts of -disgusting liberties, and keeping me in a continued state of -confusion, at last when nothing was left but my chemise to remove, -they suddenly tied the rope round my left ancle, and in an instant I -found myself suspended head downwards, with the right leg kicking in -the air, and screaming piteously for mercy. - -“Secure her wrists to the rings in the floor,” said Francisco, “and -then help me to whip the seat of lust till she is a little more -repentant.” - -The elder priest speedily effected this, and then both of them with -scourges commenced to whip me most mercilessly, aiming their -relentless cuts between my legs so as to cut the lips of my cunt and -round my bottom-hole at every blow; now and then the cruel thongs -would wind round the upper part of my thighs, or on to my mount; my -cries were heartrending, as each blow seemed to re-open all my old -cuts and bruises. “Ah! Ah—r—r—re! Oh! Oh!! will you never have pity, -and believe me sorry for my faults?” I screamed or moaned, and gasped -out the words in intense agony. - -“So you begin to repent a little under the lash, do you, Lucille, are -you really sorry for having wronged Lord Ellington, is it your mind or -your cunt that is most filled with remorse? How you seem to writhe, -and how prettily we are making it look for you, the trickling blood is -delightful to see as it flows in drops and rills over your back and -belly!” His questions were spoken slowly as he seemed to enjoy the -pleasure of my intense suffering, and two or three of his cuts were -over the tender surface of my belly or right across the navel. - -“Scream away, you sensual woman, why don’t you implore the Holy Virgin -to have pity and forgive you, we are only carrying out her commands, -are we not Father Francisco?” hissed out old Anthony, as he continued -to scourge my back and sides, and every now and then aimed a fearful -blow right down my lacerated cunny. Again they would stop for a -little, and ask me jeeringly, “about my feeling of remorse, would I -indulge in such obscenity with my husband again, or keep from adultery -in future?” - -I was almost too far gone to do more than moan, and Father Anthony -suggested that I ought to be well lashed over my neck, shoulders, and -bosom, to make me speak out, but the other seeing how exhausted I -really was, restrained his mad fury, and then after waiting a little -one of them would give me a terrible cut, and ask the other to see the -beautiful effects of it as I swayed about in agony; this was done -again and again, till after a time the scourges were thrown aside, and -the rope being lowered I was allowed to lay on the floor for a little -while, and some cordial was again administered to refresh me, my -tormentors sitting down and frigging themselves openly before my face, -till in the act of spending they would stand over me so that I might -be thoroughly humiliated by having all their spendings drop on my -face, neck, or head, as I was still secured to the floor by my wrists. - -Presently, at a sign from Francisco, his companion hoisted me up by -the ancle again, and did it so tightly that I was frightfully -stretched by my arms and leg; which were drawn as painfully tight as -he could make it, the fastenings cutting into the flesh so that I bear -the marks to this very day, I could see that Francisco was again -preparing his godemiche with oil, but he did not put any upon my -person. - -Horrified at the sight, I begged and implored them in the most piteous -manner not to degrade me again with that disgusting instrument, -promising to pay the Church any amount for absolution rather than -endure it again. - -“Too late, too late, your repentance is not sincere, besides, the -other day we saw with our eyes how your lascivious nature responded to -the thrusts of this thing in your cunt, now I am going to degrade -your bottom-hole by inserting it there, however painful the operation -may prove,” saying which he seized, and held my left leg under his -arm, and standing close to my body at once proceeded to carry out his -infernal idea of ravishing my anus. Lacerated, bleeding, and sore as -my bottom was at the least touch, and regardless of my piercing -shrieks, he forced the oily head of the india rubber thing quite into -my tightly contracted bum-hole, the pain was intense, as it seemed to -rend the lining tissue of the anal canal in its passage, and the -bristles round its root added, if possible, still more to the -intensity of my suffering. - -I believe, that giving one long shriek of agony, I lost consciousness -for a time, but only to awake and find them laughing and jeering at my -sufferings, as the one worked his dildoe in my bottom, whilst the -other had thrust two or three fingers up my blood-stained and wounded -cunt. It is quite indescribable what I felt at this outrage, the -accumulation of shame, agony and horror so overpowered my exhausted -nature, that I went off again into such a death-like swoon, that they -really feared I was dead, and made haste to let me down as well as -apply strong restoratives. - -My hands were still retained in the rings on the floor, and the -godemiche was left sticking in my bottom, the spasmodic contractions -of the sphincter muscle holding it as in a vice, whilst the pulsations -of the violated passage behind were still awfully painful. All this -was apparent to me as I slowly came to myself once more, and could see -the excited looks of my cruel Confessors, who proceeded to sprinkle me -with cold water, and use a large sponge for the purpose of both -refreshing me and allowing them to gloat over the extent of my hurts. - -This lasted a little while, then I was made to get up on my hands and -knees, facing Francisco, who then opened his frock, so as to show me -the excited state of his prick, at the same time, with a malicious -look of fiendish joy, he asked me, “If I should not like to suck such -a delightful sweetmeat?” Then seeing my look of intense disgust, he -burst into a rage, saying, “Oh! So you mean to insult me as you did -the Lady Superior of the Ursulines, do you, Lucille? You may think I -am disgusting and nasty, or I smell strong as she did, and I may tell -you, to make you relish it still more, that scarcely an hour ago it -was up the strong smelling cunt of that very same lady, and I was -careful not to wash, so that you might have the full benefit of the -delicious aroma of her spendings.” - -Speechless with disgust, and helpless in every way, it was useless for -me to appeal for mercy or consideration from two such heartless -beings; the only thing I could do was to close my eyes to the awful -sight. - -But only for a moment, a tremendous whack from Father Anthony, who had -taken up the scourge, made me shriek out again, “Ah! Ah! Oh! Will you -never finish me off, and kill me in mercy?” The only answer I had was -a quick repetition of the blow, whilst the repulsive Francisco’s -right hand, clutching my hair, pulled my head up, and drew it back so -painfully, that I gasped for breath. This was exactly what he wanted, -and, in a moment, his prick was forced into my mouth. The sensation -was so repulsive, horrible, and choking all at once, that I had not -the presence of mind to bite, or he would have repented the act ever -after. Old Anthony was cutting my back, bottom, thighs, and loins, -even the calves of my legs not escaping his frenzied scourging. Blood -was streaming over my flesh, and dripping to the floor in little -pools, and I felt I was really dying at last. Just then the excited -Francisco shot a deluge of hot sperm into my mouth and throat; I was -choked, and remember no more, except, that on recovering -consciousness, the supposed Confessor, Francisco, was dressed as a -gentleman, and I immediately recognised him as my husband, as, at the -same instant, he exclaimed, “Woman, my revenge is complete. You won’t -deceive me again. How I have revelled in degrading, humiliating, and -torturing my adulterous wife. You’ll never see me more. This has been -my way of divorcing myself from a faithless bitch.” - -He was gone before I could find words to reply, but my sense of pain -was instantly drowned in a deep desire for vengeance for this outrage, -and its impulse so strengthened me, that I was soon well enough to -travel. - -My lover, Lord Dunwich, received me with open arms, and declared he -would shoot or be shot by the Earl ere forty-eight hours had elapsed; -at once despatching a friend with his cartel to arrange a meeting for -the next morning in Hyde Park at the dawn of day. - -We spent the night together at his hotel, although scarcely fourteen -days since I was so fearfully outraged, how we fucked all night, and -swam in sensual pleasures for hours, I would deny him nothing, was he -not my champion, who was going to risk his life in the morning to -avenge my fearful wrongs, and to make him still more earnest in his -desire for vengeance, I stripped naked, let him examine every part, -where the marks of the bruises and lacerations were still visible; my -cunt he sucked, kissed and fucked till I was beside myself with -excitement, and he was also ready for anything, then my poor bum-hole -attracted his attention, he kissed and put his tongue into it, till I -was eager to have him there, and begged he would put his prick in -gently at first for fear of hurting me too much; this was a heavenly -finish to our night of love; we swam in delight, never before or since -have I tasted voluptuous joy to equal that _enculade_. - -Next morning dressed as a young gentleman with a false moustache, I -went as one of his seconds to the fatal place of meeting, and had the -satisfaction of seeing my wrongs avenged by a ball through the heart -of my hated husband. We then went abroad for a while, but my dear -lover lost his life by drowning in the Rhine, since which I have -consoled myself as you know by all sorts of erotic fancies, -especially flagellation, and now dear Rosa at the early age of -twenty-five I find myself fast fading away. - - -FINIS. - - - - -Transcriber’s Note - -Perhaps as a corollary of the private printing, the typesetting of the -original book was of indifferent quality. 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In the eighteenth century -the lot of the British juvenile was certainly a -<a name="png.004" id="png.004" href="#png.004"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>4<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>cruel one That admirable woman, the -mother of the Wesleys, held that a child -should be made to desist from crying and to -“fear the rod” at the mature age of twelve -months; and Miss Maria Semple, writing on -education in 1812, tells a story of a lady who -was educated in early years by a relative. -“On a certain day in every week she received<!-- TN: original reads"receiveid" --> -corporal chastisement. If she had committed -faults, ‘the punishment was due;’ if -she had not, she probably would in the week -ensuing. At the distance of more than half-a-century, -the memory of this person, who -bore a public character of piety and virtue, -was spoken of, and justly, with aversion by -the person she had thus treated.” Thus -Miss Maria Semple.—“G. A. S.,” in the -<cite>Illustrated London News</cite>.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="intro" title="Introductory letter of the Authoress"><a name="png.005" id="png.005" href="#png.005"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>5<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a>INTRODUCTORY LETTER<br - /><small><small>OF</small></small><br - />THE AUTHORESS.</h2> - -<hr class="short" /> - -<p class="salutation">My Dear Nellie,—</p> - -<p class="letter-indent">Since writing you my confessions, -in that series of letters which you flattered -me by calling “most interesting facts, and -deliciously voluptuous reading for lovers of -the rod,” the following curious narrative has -been entrusted to my confidential keeping by -a young Countess of my acquaintance; but -as there are no secrets between us, and I -think it may afford some little pleasure in -the perusal, I hasten to copy it out for you, -<a name="png.006" id="png.006" href="#png.006"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>6<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>from notes which I made day by day at<!-- TN: original reads "hat" --> the -bedside of the dear young creature, as she -told the particulars to me, at my visits during -her long and painful illness, now, I am afraid, -close upon a fatal termination; and you may -guess how grieved I am to think that, although -I now reserve her name as<!-- TN: original reads "has" --> a secret, -too<!-- TN: original reads "to" --> solemn to be entrusted, even to -you, the stillness of the grave will soon do -away with all necessity for such reticence. -Should my confessions ever be printed -after our time, this tale certainly ought to -bear them company, either as prefix or -addenda.</p> - -<p class="signoff"> -Believe me, dear <span class="padrt4">Nellie,</span><br -/>Your ever affectionate <span class="padrt1">friend,</span><br -/><span class="smc">Rosa Belinda Coote</span>.</p> - -<p>London, 10th January, 1825.</p> - -<hr class="short" /> - -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="chapthefirst" title="Chapter I. The Early Life of Lucille"><a name="png.007" id="png.007" href="#png.007"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>7<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a><img src="images/chap1.jpg" id="chap1" alt="[Decoration]" /><br - /><big>THE CONVENT SCHOOL,</big><br - /><small><small>OR</small><br - />EARLY EXPERIENCES<br - /><small>OF</small></small><br - />A YOUNG FLAGELLANT</h2> - - -<hr class="short" /> - -<p class="fakeh2"><span class="smc">Chapter<!-- TN: original reads "Chapitre" --> I</span><br - /><i>The Early Life of Lucille</i></p> - - -<p>Since, dear Rosie, you are so interested to -hear my birching and whipping experiences, -I will try to recollect them as well as possible, -but hope you will consider my weak -state of health, and not press me to tell you -too much at once.</p> - -<p><a name="png.008" id="png.008" href="#png.008"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>8<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a>Perhaps you do not know that almost from -my infancy it was arranged that I should -marry the Earl of Ellington, who was about -twelve years my senior, being a family compact -of a purely mercenary character, designed -to consolidate some very doubtful title -deeds, which now that our union has proved -unfruitful, are likely to entail great expense -and annoyance to our heirs-at-law.</p> - -<p>My father, you know, was the Honourable -Mr. Warton, and my mother died in giving -birth to myself, so that I was brought up -under a nurse, and afterwards, when about -seven years old, a young lady was engaged -as governess to instil my juvenile mind with -the rudiments of learning, preparatory to -being sent to a finishing school.</p> - -<p>This lady’s name was Miss Birch, and -although my papa had known her father, Dr. Birch, for some years, I now believe that the -fascination of her name had great influence -with him in making a selection from the -numerous, and in many instances more -<a name="png.009" id="png.009" href="#png.009"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>9<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>eligible ladies, who applied for the situation.</p> - -<p>Miss Birch was a dark lady about thirty -years of age when she entered our family, -very good-looking, rather large pouting -mouth, set off with lovely rows of most pearly -white teeth, which<!-- TN: original reads "wich" -->, when she<!-- TN: comma removed --> smiled or said -much showed to beautiful effect in contrast -to her rather swarthy complexion, dark -brown eyes, and thick bushy black<!-- TN: original reads "blach" --> arching -eyebrows, her figure was well moulded and -plump, and being about five feet six, she had -quite a commanding presence.</p> - -<p>I was nearly eight years old before I began -to notice the significant looks which occasionally -passed between papa and governess, -but hints were so often thrown out about the -necessity of procuring a good birch rod for -the naughty bottom of Lucille, that I was -gradually awakened to the discovery of some -most mysterious kind of understanding which -must subsist between them. My infant -brain was much puzzled and alarmed, as I -<a name="png.010" id="png.010" href="#png.010"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>10<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>already felt in imagination the tingling smart -of the green twigs I so much dreaded.</p> - -<p>Miss Birch seemed more exacting and severe -over my lessons, especially when papa -happened to be in the schoolroom, and now -I will tell you my first experience of the -rod.</p> - -<p>One day after failing both in spelling and -arithmetic she rang the bell, and ordered the -servant to request Mr. Warton’s presence in -the schoolroom for a few minutes. Papa -entered with a very serious look, requesting -Miss Birch to inform him of the cause of sending -for him.</p> - -<p>“Mr. Warton,” said my governess, “you -know we have had many serious conversations<!-- TN: original reads "conversatious" --> -about the necessity for proper correction -in case Miss Lucille should continue so -inattentive to her studies, to-day she has -failed in everything, and I am certain that -unless her energies are sharpened up by the -stinging smart of the rod she will go from -bad to worse; I am so averse to wield the -<a name="png.011" id="png.011" href="#png.011"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>11<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>birch myself, and would much prefer that -her papa should take in hand the serious -whipping she ought to have.”</p> - -<p><span class="smc">Papa.</span>—“Lucille, you hear what Miss -Birch says, (I noticed him cast most excited -and amorous<!-- TN: original reads "amourous" --> looks towards the governess -as he spoke), she has been most forbearing -with you, and interceded with me many -times to save your bottom, and even -now cannot bring herself to lift her own -hand to make you smart a little; it must -indeed be a serious fault to induce her to -ask me to use the rod, but, ‘Spare the -rod and spoil the child,’ has always been -a maxim with me; lay her across your<!-- TN: original reads "you" --> lap, -Miss Birch, and pull up her clothes, whilst -I get the rod out of the table drawer.”</p> - -<p><span class="smc">Miss Birch</span>, with heaving bosom, and -quite a deep blush upon her face.—“I feel -as ashamed at baring her naughty posteriors -as if I was going to suffer the degradation -and humiliation myself, but come, -Lucille dear, you must bear it, and I hope -<a name="png.012" id="png.012" href="#png.012"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>12<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>you will be a better and more diligent -girl in future.” Then catching me by the -wrist, as I stood by her side covered with -confusion, she tried to lay me across her -knees, but I struggled and screamed, -“No! No!! No!!! I won’t be whipped! -Oh! Oh!! dear papa, do forgive me -this time!” my face quite crimson and -streaming with tears.</p> - -<p><span class="smc">Papa</span>, having got out the rod, a fine -switch of long thin birch twigs, tied up -with velvet and silk ribbons at the handle,—“Come! -Come!! Lucille, this resistance -will only make it worse for you.” -As he seized and threw me on the governess’s -lap, Miss Birch securing my head -well under her left arm, speedily pulled -up dress and skirts, till my fat little bottom -was exposed in a tight fitting pair -of drawers, my legs being left to kick -about, although I was quite firmly secured, -and to all intents quite helpless, and -my toes could scarcely touch the ground.</p> - -<p><a name="png.013" id="png.013" href="#png.013"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>13<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a> -I could hear papa whisking the birch -about, and then he said, “That will do famously, -Miss Birch, keep her head and -shoulders well down as you hold up her -skirts; much as I pity my darling little -Lucille, I must do my duty and make her -smart for her idleness in school.”</p> - -<p>My face was burning hot with the deep -blushes of shame, and I struggled desperately -to free my head from the vice-like pressure -of Miss Birch’s arm, as I begged with -piteous sobs to be let off for this once. -“Oh! dear papa! Oh! pray don’t beat me!”</p> - -<p><span class="smc">Papa.</span>—“Indeed, I must, though every -blow will send a pang to my own heart, -you naughty, bad, inattentive girl, all this -has come by your great idleness, and trusting -too much to the kind heart of your governess.” -As he said this, three sharp -stinging cuts whacked on my tight-fitting -drawers in quick succession.</p> - -<p>The pain was intense, I kicked, writhed -and screamed for “Mercy! Mercy! Oh! -<a name="png.014" id="png.014" href="#png.014"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>14<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>Oh!! I will be good! Oh! Papa! Oh, -Miss Birch, do let me go!”</p> - -<p><span class="smc">Papa</span>, in quite an excited tone, (for I -could see nothing), “So you mean to be -good in future! Do you feel the birch is -doing you good already? Ha! ha!! my -little Lucille, you must have a little more yet -to make a perfect cure of your<!-- TN: original reads "you" --> idleness.” -Whack—whack—whack—whack—four more -cuts, each one more agonizing than the last, -in spite of my sobbing and screaming. -“Now, Miss Birch,” he continued, “let -her feel it on the bare flesh, open her drawers -so we can see the effects of the cuts.”</p> - -<p>This was at once done, as I cried, “Ah! -Ah!! No! No!! Oh, Papa! How cruel!”</p> - -<p><span class="smc">Papa.</span>—“<!-- TN: punctuation invisible -->What a sight. The rod has -made her bottom blush finely. It’s best to -make her feel sore a few days, or she will -soon forget it, and relapse into her old -ways.”</p> - -<p>The drawers were unbuttoned, and I could -feel they were quite pulled down my thighs, -<a name="png.015" id="png.015" href="#png.015"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>15<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>exposing the entire surface of my smarting -rump, but I had only a few moments for -reflection before the blows fell again in rapid -succession, cutting, tearing, and scratching -the skin, whilst the boiling blood in my veins -seemed to throb as if it must spurt through -the pores at every burning touch of the rod.</p> - -<p>My head was pressed against the tumultuously -heaving bosom of my governess, and -notwithstanding the intensity of my suffering, -I could plainly hear the beating of her -heart, and knew that her thighs were tightly -compressed together, whilst a strange tremor -pervaded her entire frame.</p> - -<p>“There, there, that will do,” said Papa, -in a very excited tone. “I’ve drawn the blood -for her. Now, Miss Dunce, kneel and kiss -the rod, and ask your kind governess to forgive -you.”</p> - -<p>I slipped down on my knees, and hiding -my face in my hands in her lap, promised -Miss Birch “if she would forgive me now, to -be a better girl in future.”</p> - -<p><a name="png.016" id="png.016" href="#png.016"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>16<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a> -“That<!-- TN: original reads "thad" --> will do. I don’t want to be too -hard upon Lucille this time. We will leave -her to think over her disgrace and shame, -and let her beware of the birch again,” -said Papa, taking Miss Birch’s hand, to -lead her from the room. “This has been a -most agitating scene for your governess, -who must repose in her private room for a -while to recover herself.”</p> - -<p>The schoolroom door, which opened directly -into her private room, was closed upon -me, and the key turned in the lock, but<!-- TN: original reads "butt" --> all -my hurts and bruises were insufficient to -distract my attention from the peculiarly -warm and excited glances which passed from -papa towards my governess, whose face was -suffused with blushes, and her eyes turned -down, as if afraid to meet his ardent looks -as they<!-- TN: original reads "the" --> passed from the room.</p> - -<p>My curiosity was excited so much, that I -listened at the keyhole. Papa was evidently -remaining in the governess’s room. I -could hear a rustling of her dress, as if some -<a name="png.017" id="png.017" href="#png.017"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>17<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>little struggle was taking place; a sound of -smothered kisses, and soft expostulatory -ejaculations, such as, “I dare not! Oh! -No! No!! Not now! Pray leave me! Oh! -Oh!!” Then an almost perfect quiet, except -for a slight rustling sound, and, now -and then, broken sighs with heavy breathing.</p> - -<p>At last all was quiet, and having now been -left more than half-an-hour to myself in the -schoolroom, I ventured to tap at the door -and beg Miss Birch to let me into her room, -as I would never, never, offend again.</p> - -<p>After a very slight delay, the door was -unlocked, and my governess received me -with expressions of great tenderness, kissed -her poor Lucille, and hoped my poor bottom -was not too sore. Her eyes were melting -with what I should now call a soft voluptuous -languor, and scintillated with extraordinary -brilliancy, all of which set my young -ideas in a flutter of wonderment, as to the -extraordinary cause of her prolonged emotion.</p> - -<p><a name="png.018" id="png.018" href="#png.018"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>18<span class="ns">]</span></span></a> -Things went on pretty smoothly for some -time, but I found it quite impossible to avoid -coming under the rod every now and then, -the chastisement getting more severe on -every fresh occasion.</p> - -<p>Papa always had to handle the twigs, and -when I began to get older, Miss Birch would -tie me up and leave the room, as she pretended -to be quite unable to bear the scene. -Still papa would always go into her sanctum -at the conclusion of my whipping, to talk -the matter over with my governess.</p> - -<p>I will tell you of a fearful birching, the -last I had before being sent to the Convent -School; it does not matter what the fault -was, but it must have been something very -serious. Papa and Miss Birch both helped -to tie me up on a four poster bed in my own -room. I was stripped of every thing but -my skirts and drawers, which were all secured -and arranged so as to expose my back -parts in the best possible manner for whipping. -My hands were tied to the bed post -<a name="png.019" id="png.019" href="#png.019"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>19<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>high above my head, and making me kneel -on the bed, one leg was secured at the knee -to the same post, my other leg being left -free to kick about.</p> - -<p>Miss Birch vanished, and papa arming -himself with a formidable rood, elegantly -trimmed as usual, began by lecturing me on -my fault.</p> - -<p>“You impudent girl, I can scarcely believe -it of you, Lucille, now you are just upon -twelve, but this is the last whipping you -will get at my hands, and I promise you it -shall be a sound one, and then I’ll pack you -off to the convent, with instructions to the -sisters to be very strict in looking after -you.”</p> - -<p>“Oh! Oh!! Papa,” I implored, “Have -mercy, don’t be so severe, indeed I won’t do -it again!”</p> - -<p>“Hold your tongue, Miss,” he said, impatiently, -“you always cry before you are -hurt, but you shall remember this whipping -as long as you live;” giving me a slashing -<a name="png.020" id="png.020" href="#png.020"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>20<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>cut round my loins, then another, and another -on each cheek of my buttocks, “how -do you like it, you bad girl! will you turn -over a new leaf when you leave home? Will -you? Will your? Will you? Will you?” -Each question being accompanied by a terrific -smarter; the blows seemed to cut like -a red hot knife, and my boiling blood tingled -from the tips of my fingers to the ends -of my toes. I could feel great burning bursting -weals rising on my skin at every cut; -I screamed and plunged till the bed-post -creaked with the strain, and my wrists -and knee were quite pained by the tight ligatures -by which they were secured.</p> - -<p>“Let this be a solemn warning to you, -Miss Lucille,” he continued, “but I’m afraid -all my efforts for your reformation are quite -thrown away upon such a worthless baggage,” -cutting away still more furiously, -and as I turned my head to scream and implore -for mercy, I could see how excited he -was over the business with flushed face and -<a name="png.021" id="png.021" href="#png.021"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>21<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>sparkling eyes; he was a fine handsome man -of about forty-five, and gave me the idea of -looking as if in the midst of a tremendous -battle.</p> - -<p>Anything but a bloodless battle for me; -my bottom was soon dripping with the ruby -drops of my young blood, the sight of which -seemed only to exasperate him still more.</p> - -<p>“Ah! You little wretch. Scream away!” -he exclaimed. “It’s a beautiful sight to see -you writhing and plunging under every scathing -cut. May it do you good, and draw -the imprudence out of your tail. Will you? -Will you, try and behave better, or shall I -send you off to the convent at once, in their -holiday time? There! There!! There!!!”</p> - -<p>He finished with three tremendous cuts, -without waiting for my reply, and sank -back, gasping for breath, into an easy -chair.</p> - -<p>It was quite a minute or two before my -screams and moans of agony subsided. -Then Miss Birch coming in, released my -<a name="png.022" id="png.022" href="#png.022"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>22<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>hands and leg, an ordering me to rest on -the bed for a while, retired with my father -locking the door behind them.</p> - -<p>The smarting sensation now turned to -a delicious voluptuous warmth, as I lay -under the bed clothes. My right hand -was passed all over the glowing surface -of my buttocks, and seemed at last, quite -unwittingly to settle itself on my hairless -little cunny. I turned on my belly with -my hand still under me, and wriggling -myself about, as I lay thinking over all -the cuts I had received, gradually found a -most pleasing sensation from the rubbing -of my hand and the two forefingers mechanically -worked into the slit, squeezing -my legs together, I rubbed on to increase -the pleasurable<!-- TN: original reads "pleasureable" --> emotions which I felt -driving me to strive and obtain, I knew -not what. The frenzy now threw me into -such a state of excitement that my fingers -were plunged as far as possible up my -virgin cunny, as I gasped, writhed, and -<a name="png.023" id="png.023" href="#png.023"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>23<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>tossed my bottom up and down. The -crisis came at last, and my furious efforts -were rewarded by a most heavenly emission; -my soul seemed to flow from me at -the moment, and left me in a delightful -state of voluptuous lethargy, which lasted -for some minutes, and when at length I -regained my serenity, it was to find my -fingers, cunny, and thighs<!-- TN: original reads "thigs" --> all sticky from -the thick spermy emission of my first maiden -spend. There was also a slight stain -of blood, for I had actually ravished myself -in my furious excitement.</p> - -<p>I got up and sponged myself, then lay -down to reflect on the curious and delicious -emotions I had procured for myself, and determining -to soon have a repetition of my -secrets joys, fell asleep to dream of being in -the arms of a most lovely boy about my own -age, who seemed to impart to my ravished -senses another taste of what I had already -felt.</p> - -<p>Awaking in a struggle to retain my -<a name="png.024" id="png.024" href="#png.024"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>24<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>love-bird, I found myself bedewed by another -emission, but at last I slept with tranquility, -and<!-- TN: original reads "aud" --> never shall I forget my first taste -of joy that day.</p> - -<p class="deco"><img src="images/p24.jpg" id="p24" alt="[Decoration]" /></p> - -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 title="Chapter II. The Convent School"><a name="png.025" id="png.025" href="#png.025"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>25<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a><img src="images/chap2.jpg" id="chap2" alt="[Decoration]" /><br - /><span class="smc">Chapter II.</span><br - /><i>The Convent School</i></h2> - - -<p>My father’s extreme severity made me -rather glad when in about a week’s time -Miss Birch began to make preparations -for my departure to Belgium, and in less -than three weeks I found myself installed -as a pupil in the seminary of the Ursuline -nuns at Brussels. The Lady Superior struck -me from the very first as being a frightfully -severe woman; the morning after -<a name="png.026" id="png.026" href="#png.026"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>26<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>my arrival she sent for me to hear her -read my father’s instructions, and remarked -that he had given her <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">carte blanche<!-- TN: original reads "blanehe" --></i> as -to punishment, and that in their school -discipline was strictly enforced. “Remember, -young lady,” said she, in dismissing -me from her presence<!-- TN: original reads "presenee" -->, “we never overlook -a fault, and that my word is law here.”</p> - -<p>My face flushed with indignation, and -tears filled my eyes as I left the apartment, -fully assured in my own mind that I must -soon experience a taste of their discipline, -nor had I long to wait, for two days after, -having confidentially expressed my disgust -to another pupil, with respect to the coarse -fare set before us at meals, I soon found I had -been talking to a tell-tale spy, who carried -everything to the Superior.</p> - -<p>An elderly nun quietly told me she had -been sent to conduct me to the private room -of the Lady Superior. My time was come, -and I followed my chaperone with trembling -anxiety.</p> - -<p><a name="png.027" id="png.027" href="#png.027"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>27<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a>Our Superior was a stern looking woman of -about forty-five, with dark piercing eyes and -Roman nose, thin compressed lips considerably -adding to the severity of her expression.</p> - -<p>“Mdlle. Lucille,” said the superior, “I -thought the caution I gave you on your arrival, -would at least have saved you from trouble -for some time, and spared me the pain of -inflicting personal correction on you so soon -after your entry into our seminary, but I -am afraid your papa must have had serious -cause for wishing me to be severe with you; -now what have you been saying to your -fellow pupil the Mdlle. Olive; did you remark, -‘<!-- TN: original uses double quote -->that the food was not fit for a dog, -much less schoolgirls’<!-- TN: original lacks closing quote -->?”</p> - -<p>I looked down in confusion, “Ah, I see,” -she continued, “you cannot deny it; well -Lucille, I hope soon to convince you that our -bill of fare is both wholesome and proper for -the pupils, I shall give you one dozen cuts -with the rod, and then let you off if you promise -not to offend in the same way again.”</p> - -<p><a name="png.028" id="png.028" href="#png.028"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>28<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a>The nun who was called Serena, now placed -a long stool in the middle of the apartment, -and made me lie on it full length face downwards, -then I felt her cold busy hands as -they turned up my clothes, and opened my -drawers behind, till my bottom was left -naked to the attack of the Lady Superior.</p> - -<p>“Do you, Mdlle. Lucille,” she asked -sternly, “consider that our fare of bread -and porridge three times a day, and meat or -soup twice a week, added for dinner is only -fit for a dog? Ah! Ha!” she went on, cutting -me slowly and severely at every few words, -“This will give you a better appetite; how -do you like birch sauce, Miss Dainty Mouth<!-- TN: original reads "Mout" -->?”</p> - -<p>I screamed with the pain, and plunged -about so that Sister Serena had to hold me -down with all her weight upon my shoulders. -“Forgive me, oh, forgive me this -time, I won’t speak to Olive again!” I gasped -out as the heavy woman almost -stopped my breath, but at last it was over, -and after kissing the rod and making me -<a name="png.029" id="png.029" href="#png.029"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>29<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>look at the blood-stained weals on my bottom, -they sent me away with a caution how -I spoke about that or anything else I might -see done in the convent.</p> - -<p>I longed to have my revenge on the -deceitful Olive, but knew not where to turn -for a confidant, they all perhaps would be -equally treacherous. I stuck to my lessons -and avoided punishment as much as possible, -being assured that the longer I brooded -on my revenge the more complete it would -be in the end, at the same time I thoroughly -studied every part of the building to which I -was allowed access, in the hope I might some -day find it very useful if I wanted to effect -my escape.</p> - -<p>The nuns I believe slept in dormitories, -where there were a dozen or more together, -but every pupil had a very small room to -herself, mine was in a long corridor, and -Olive’s three or four doors from mine, there -were neither locks or bolts to any door, as -the Lady Superior and elder sisters were -<a name="png.030" id="png.030" href="#png.030"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>30<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>supposed to take frequent peeps at us in our -sleep; I had at last matured my plan, and -having everything in readiness, one dark -night when there was not even a glimpse of -moonlight, I patiently watched till some of -the principals had paid the accustomed visit, -and heard the cracked voice of an old nun -say, “fast asleep,” as I feigned to be in a -deep slumber.</p> - -<p>Soon their footsteps died away in the corridor, -and after waiting some time, till I felt -sure every pupil must be again asleep, if the -going round should have awakened them, I -crept out of bed, and providing myself with -some pins and a strong piece of cord, was soon -at the bedside of the treacherous girl I wanted -to serve out; my first act was to quietly -pass my cord around her, outside the small -bed, so that I could suddenly draw it tight -and secure her a helpless victim in my power -then suddenly stuffing the bedclothes into -her mouth before she could scream out, ordered -her in a rough whisper to keep quiet<!-- TN: original reads "quie" --> -<a name="png.031" id="png.031" href="#png.031"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>31<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>or I would kill her; it was too dark to see -her terrified face, but she shuddered all over, -and seemed as if her very blood was chilled, -so cold did she seem to my touch.</p> - -<p>Taking advantage of her fright, hands -and feet were instantly tied so that she was -spread out in a helpless fashion; I made her -own handkerchief, which<!-- TN: original reads "handkerchieff, vhich" --> I happened to get -hold of, into a gag, and at the same time -could feel the drops of cold sweat upon her -temples. Now I turned up the bedclothes -or pushed them off, as I was tying the cord, -till she was quite naked from the bosom -downwards.</p> - -<p>My hands roved over the soft, firm, naked -flesh of her belly, then to the mount of love, -which I found just beginning to be fledged -with silky down. My fingers sought the -crack below, and I could not help amusing -myself by frigging her with all my might, -the two first fingers of my right hand ruthlessly -pushing into her cunny, and I knew -caused her intense pain; from the slight -<a name="png.032" id="png.032" href="#png.032"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>32<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>groans which the gag could not entirely suppress.</p> - -<p>What pleasure it was to me to torture her -by my roughness, and outrage her every -sense of modesty, although I was too ignorant -at the time to know that my fingers -were actually taking the poor girl’s virginity; -a kind of fury possessed me, and I actually -bit the lips of her cunny, and munched off -as much of the silky down as I could bite -away; the pain must have been intense, and -her writhing, shuddering agony was so much -bliss to me.</p> - -<p>At last to finish her off I got a piece of the -cord, and passing it right along her crack, -tied it round her thighs and waist as tightly -and painfully as possible, and then for ornament -stuck a lot of pins in the plumb cheeks -of her bottom and left them there.</p> - -<p>My revenge was complete, so wiping my -fingers on the bedclothes, for fear of any -blood-stains, &c., I left my victim just as -she was, to be tormented by her horrible -<a name="png.033" id="png.033" href="#png.033"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>33<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>pains and fears till some one might find it -out, and release her in the morning.</p> - -<p>This outrage was never discovered, my victim -was found insensible next morning, and -remained in a delirious state for three or four -weeks before she recovered consciousness, -and then the agony and terror she had endured -on that awful night had so turned her -brain that she believed it was the devil who -had so grossly ill-used her, but I heard that -one of the father confessors was strongly -suspected of having committed the atrocity.</p> - -<p>The Superior<!-- TN: original reads "Supertor" -->, with whom Olive had been -a favourite, now vented her spite in every -direction amongst the young lady pupils of -the seminary, and I for one soon fell under -her displeasure, and was ordered to be tied -up to their whipping post; it was only for -slightly oversleeping myself, and not dressing -quickly when the bell rang for us to get -up at 6 <span class="allsc">A.M.<!-- TN: original reads "A. M." --></span></p> - -<p>I was suspended by my wrists being tied -high up the post as I stood upon a small -<a name="png.034" id="png.034" href="#png.034"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>34<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>footstool<!-- TN: original reads "footsotol" -->, then it was suddenly kicked away, -the jerk of the sudden strain on my wrists -almost making the straps cut into the flesh. -My feet were dangling some inches from the -ground, “Oh! Oh! Ah—r—r—r—re!” -I screamed, “How cruel! Oh! Papa! Papa!<!-- TN: punctuation invisible --> -If you only knew how they are treating me -in this awful place!”</p> - -<p>Lady Superior (who seemed delighted at -the sight of my pain),—“Hold your foolish -noise, Mdlle. Lucille, wait till you have something -to scream about, girl.” Then the -old Serena, who it seemed was always in -attendance at punishment time, pinned up my -skirts and opened my drawers behind, and -the Superior went on, “This rod shall make -all the sluggards turn out quicker in the morning; -what do you think, Mademoiselle, of -making us all wait prayers for ten minutes<!-- TN: original reads "minntes" -->? -will you wake—wake—wake up sharper in -future?”</p> - -<p>She gave me three smarting cuts at each -word, and my suspended position added so -<a name="png.035" id="png.035" href="#png.035"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>35<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>much to the intensity of my pain, that I -screamed, kicked, and plunged about as I -swung by my wrists from the post. “Sister -Serena,” exclaimed the Superior, “keep the -girl steady or I cannot plant my cuts as effectually -as I ought to do upon her naughty -impudent bottom, she shan’t sleep for a -week if I can<!-- TN: original reads "ean" --> only make it sore enough!” -Serena now held me to<!-- TN: original lacks "to" --> the post with one hand, -to prevent my swaying about, whilst the rod -rained a succession of withering, scorching -cuts on my buttocks, and just underneath -the parting of the cheeks of my bottom. My -screams were heartrending, but they only -seemed to enjoy it more and the Superior -never ended her objurgations till the rod was -worn out.</p> - -<p>Things now went on till I was nearly fourteen<!-- TN: original reads "four.een" -->, -we never had a holiday, and only short -letters came to me from home, in which my -father constantly expressed his hopes of my -improvement, and seemed quite oblivious to -all I had written from time to time about my -<a name="png.036" id="png.036" href="#png.036"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>36<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>severe treatment, and begging him to remove -me to some other school.</p> - -<p>I afterwards found out that my home -letters were regularly<!-- TN: original reads "regulardy" --> suppressed, and others -more suitable were written and sent to papa, -in my name; what wretch that Superior now -appears in my eyes, she not only delighted in -whipping us nearly to death, but forget letters -to our parents so as to keep her pupils, -and make everything appear <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">couleur de -rose</i>.</p> - -<p>Perhaps, dear Rosa, you have heard that -I managed to escape from that dreadful convent, -but previous to that they nearly killed -me. I was getting quite a big girl, my pussey -already sported its silken down on the Mons<!-- TN: original reads "Mons." --> -Veneris, which we all consider such an ornament -to our secret charms.</p> - -<p>The Superior had lately taken much notice -of me, and introduced me to a clique of her -favourites, three or four pretty girls about my -own age, who were often indulged with little -treats in her private room; there, we girls -<a name="png.037" id="png.037" href="#png.037"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>37<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>were encouraged and instructed in all kinds -of lascivious ideas; we looked at each other’s -cunnies, tickled and kissed each other in -every possible way, the Superior encouraging -us, and suggesting a variety of attitudes -for us to try. She had a huge godemiche, -about nine inches long, and very thick, -which she would fit upon one of the girls, -and then submit herself to be fucked as hard -as possible, whilst the other girls had to turn -up the girl’s skirts, and smack her bottom -hard and fast, with the palms of their hands, -to make the young gentleman (as the Superior -called her partner) work fast and vigorously.</p> - -<p>Then she would have us all strip naked, -whilst we had in turn to kiss and suck her -cunt, when it was all slimy with her spendings.</p> - -<p>I did not mind the slapping, or allowing -any one to kiss and tongue-fuck my cunny, -but the Superior’s was so hairy, and had -such meaty looking lips, and a huge clitoris, -<a name="png.038" id="png.038" href="#png.038"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>38<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>(which I now know is induced by long-continued -self-abuse), and it smelt so fishy, -that I absolutely declined the honour of gamahuching -her, and nothing could induce -me to do so.</p> - -<p>This so enraged her that she flew at me -like a tigress. I was knocked down, and -beaten with a thick stick<!-- TN: original reads "Stick thick" -->, till my flesh was -bruised<!-- TN: original reads "bruiced" --> all over, and then picked up, -almost fainting, and hurried off to my own -little room.</p> - -<p>Perhaps nothing further would have happened, -but in my innocence, I supposed my -letters were sent home just as I sealed them -up, so I wrote to Miss Birch a full account of -what I had been seduced into, and the -dreadful beating I had received, for not liking -the cunt of the Lady Superior.</p> - -<p>The very next day after I thought the letter -was gone, the old nun, Serena, fetched me -into a dull gloomy room, which I had never -been in before, but at once rightly judged to -be a punishment chamber, when I saw a high -<a name="png.039" id="png.039" href="#png.039"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>39<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>whipping post, made of a square beam, set -upright in the floor, with two rings near the -top on each side, by which to tie up the -victim; a birch<!-- TN: original reads "bireh" --> rod was hanging on the -wall, and two scourges with long things lay -upon a seat at one end, but I had no time for -further observation, as the Superior seemed -to follow us into the room almost immediately.</p> - -<p>“Now, Mdlle. Lucille,” she exclaimed, -grinding her teeth in rage, “you shall rue -the insult you put upon me the other day, -before my special favourites, of which I had -minded to make you one, so that when you -left the seminary you might look back with -pleasure to the loving amusements I had -first introduced you to; perhaps I should -have overlooked it all, but see I have your -letter. Ha! Ha!! you little fool to think that -would ever go out of the convent!”</p> - -<p>Sister Serena had by this time put me on -a stool, and was fastening my wrists one on -each side of the post, and presently the stool<!-- TN: original reads "stoo" --> -<a name="png.040" id="png.040" href="#png.040"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>40<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>was removed, and I found myself just touching -the floor with the tips of my toes.</p> - -<p>“What a beautiful position, how she will -twist about and scream when she feels the -scourge, make haste to bare her bottom, as I -am burning to pay her out. Ha! Ha!! Mdlle. -Lucille, I fancy you wouldn’t mind kissing -my cunt now if I promised to let you off,” -said the Superior spitefully.</p> - -<p>My courage and natural obstinacy came to -my assistance at the moment, I was so indignant, -and the idea was so repulsive to me -that I resolved rather to die than do that for -her; I was frightened and yet flushed with -shame and indignation at my treatment, besides -something seemed to advise me to irritate -my tormentor to do her worst, and get -it over quickly.</p> - -<p>“No! No!! No, never!!! you may kill me, -and then I should be out of my misery!” I -exclaimed.</p> - -<p>She scowled with ferocity, but said with -all the calmness she could command, “<!-- TN: punctuation invisible -->make -<a name="png.041" id="png.041" href="#png.041"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>41<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>haste, Serena, up with her clothes, and open -the drawers well, and keep her as steady as -possible.” Then taking up the instrument of -punishment I could see it consisted of five -or six long thongs of whipcord, plaited and -knotted at the ends, fixed on a very elastic -handle.</p> - -<p>It was poised in her hand for a moment, -and then brought down with stinging force -on my exposed buttocks, then again, and -again, and again, in quick succession; each -cut seemed to sear the flesh as if done by a -red hot iron, my piercing screams filled the -whole place, and the Superior, her eyes sparkling -with ferocious joy,<!-- TN: punctuation invisible --> jeered me about how -I liked the scourge. “How lovely you look, -Mdlle. Lucille, as you plunge and scream, -and I know the intense agony of every cut; -would you rather die now, my little dear? -Well, I’ve a good mind to kill you, outright, -only I want to keep you as long as that -<em>dear, kind papa</em> of yours is willing to pay! -How he must have loved his Lucille, to place -<a name="png.042" id="png.042" href="#png.042"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>42<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>her with me; I’m so kind, so very kind, you -know, my dear girl! What do you think of -my kindness, you little love?”</p> - -<p>Her cuts were awful, and I swayed and -plunged so that it was impossible for Serena -to keep my body steady, so she seized the -other scourge, and tried her best to second -the Superior in her efforts to cut me up more -and more.</p> - -<p>At last they fairly panted for breath, as I -was left dangling, sobbing and moaning, -with my clothes torn, my drawers in shreds, -and streaming with blood all down my -thighs and legs.</p> - -<p>Fearing I might faint, they poured a little -strong cordial down my parched throat, -sponged my face with cold water, and put -some strong snuff up my nose, which almost -drove me into convulsions, so very violent -was the fit of sneezing produced.</p> - -<p>They seemed carried away with delight at -the sight of my sufferings, and sprinkled a -quantity of the snuff over the cuts on my -<a name="png.043" id="png.043" href="#png.043"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>43<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>bottom, just to dry up the blood, as they -said with a laugh. Next all my clothes -were cut or torn off, till I had nothing on but -slippers, stockings, and the remains of my -drawers.</p> - -<p>“Now we’ll finish off the obstinate, impudent -little beast, I wish I dare kill her,”<!-- TN: original reads "’" --> -said the Superior, grinding her teeth, “only -I should lose too much, she is worth more -alive than dead.”</p> - -<p>A couple of lady’s riding whips were now -produced, and the two women attacked me -afresh; I was cut all over my body, each cut -seemed as if done with a red hot knife, the -blood flowed down my back in streams, and -yet their rage seemed to increase at the sight -of my sufferings. My screams were awful, -but only so much music to their ears. They -jeered and derided my cries for “God to -have mercy on me, &c.,” said “my time -was come to die, but they would make me -last as long as possible, and draw out my agony -to the very last gasp.”</p> - -<p><a name="png.044" id="png.044" href="#png.044"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>44<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a>This must all have passed in a very short -time, but was an age of intense suffering to -me, and the finale was such a display of ferocity -that I sank under it, and thus robbed -them of the pleasure of prolonging my torture. -The Superior seized me by the hair, -and drawing my head back, lashed her whip -across my face and bosom, drawing more -blood at every cut, whilst old Serena, not to -be outdone, took my right leg under her arm, -cut me dreadfully<!-- TN: original reads "dread-fully" --> inside my thighs, along -the crack of my pussey, and made the tip of -her whip<!-- TN: original reads "wip" --> reach the Mons<!-- TN: original reads "Mons." --> Veneris.</p> - -<p>This was the last I could recollect, but -when I came to myself I was in my own bed, -wrapped up in cloths soaked in water. No -bones were broken, and my health soon -recovered sufficiently to enable me to effect -my escape, and avoid their further malice.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 title="Chapter 3. Lucille’s Marriage and Adventures"><a name="png.045" id="png.045" href="#png.045"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>45<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a><img src="images/chap3.jpg" id="chap3" alt="[Decoration]" /><br - /><span class="smc">Chapter III.<!-- TN: original reads "," --></span><br - /><i>Lucille’s<!-- TN: original reads "Lucill’s" --> Marriage and Adventures.</i></h2> - - -<p>It was about 3 <span class="allsc">A.M.</span> one fine morning -when I escaped from the Ursuline Convent; -and made my way to the Hotel d’Angleterre, -the porter in answer to my summons was -about to refuse to give me refuge, when a -young Englishman, who was just taking his -candle in the hall, said, “he’d be damned if -I should not be taken care of,” and ordered -the chambermaid to be called to attend on -<a name="png.046" id="png.046" href="#png.046"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>46<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>me, and added that he would be responsible -for all expenses. “Certainly, my lord,” said -the porter of the hotel, but he added <!-- TN superfluous opening quote removed --><i lang="it" xml:lang="it">sotto -voce</i>,<!-- TN superfluous closing quote removed --> “<!-- TN opening quote inserted -->I think he’s a fool to be so easily imposed -upon.”</p> - -<p>I was too glad to have found a protector, -(especially when I found he was an aristocrat), -so I quietly followed the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">femme de chambre</i>, -and was content to await awhile for the -<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">denouement</i> of my adventure.</p> - -<p>Breakfast was brought to me about eleven -o’clock, and also a message to say that Lord -Dunwich, would do himself the pleasure of -waiting upon me in an hour’s time.</p> - -<p>You may be sure I was all impatience to -see the kind fellow who had stood my friend, -and was most agreeably surprised to find his -manners quite equal to his appearance when -I saw him again.</p> - -<p>His Lordship was greatly interested by the -account of my escape from the convent, and -said he was a very particular friend of my -betrothed husband, the Earl of Ellington, -<a name="png.047" id="png.047" href="#png.047"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>47<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>and would put me under the protection of a -lady going to England, who would see me -safe home. He was such a handsome fellow, -and my gratitude was so gushing that at -the moment I could have refused him no -thing, and was delighted by the way he -lingered over a kiss, he would insist upon as -his due, my whole soul seemed to leap -towards the generous fellow, and tears of -disappointment stood in my eyes when he -was gone.</p> - -<p>I never saw him again till my wedding -day, two years later, when he was best man -to my husband, and in my eyes looked a -thousand times more loveable.</p> - -<p>A married couple of sixteen and twenty-eight -ought to have been blessed with every -happiness, but after the first three days of -our honeymoon the Earl’s temper seemed so -overbearing and imperious, that I began -seriously to regret my fate, and looked forward -to a life of gilded misery. The Earl was -fond of the turf, and often left me alone -<a name="png.048" id="png.048" href="#png.048"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>48<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>whilst he spent a fortnight at Newmarket or -Doncaster and York.</p> - -<p>One day I was agreeably surprised by -a call from Lord Dunwich, (we were living -in Grosvenor Square at the time), he looked -more handsome than ever, and seemed<!-- TN: original reads "semed" --> so -full of sympathy for me in every respect that -I could<!-- TN: original reads "Icould" --> not help falling into tears, and telling -him all my fears, and how I was neglected -for nasty ugly fourlegged brutes of race-horses, -and<!-- TN: original reads "aud" --> that in fact I was sure Lord Ellington -loved his Derby favourite better than -myself, and would rather I broke my neck -than his pet should fall lame.</p> - -<p>“Ah, Lucille” he said, falling on his -knees before me, “how your distress<!-- TN: original reads "distrees" --> cuts -me to the quick, would to God I could comfort -you in any way! I have loved you from -the first moment we met, although I knew -you belonged to a bosom friend, and now -the wretch slights you; look up, dear Lucille, -from your tears, smile upon one who -is devoted to you body and soul!” And -<a name="png.049" id="png.049" href="#png.049"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>49<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>then seizing my hand, upon which he imprinted -a lot of impassioned<!-- TN: original reads "impassionned" --> kisses, “Ah, -you will pardon my presumptuous love, how -can I help it?”</p> - -<p>I was piqued by the Earl’s coldness towards -me, and something impelled me to pity the -handsome suitor at my feet, so that although -the tears were still welling<!-- TN: original reads "welting" --> from my eyes, -could not help smiling<!-- TN: original reads "smilling" --> and caressing his -head as he looked up to my face.</p> - -<p>“Darling Lucille, I may call you so now, -you respond to my love, my happiness is too -great,” he exclaimed, drawing my unresisting -body down, so that our lips quickly met -in a rapturous kiss of real love.</p> - -<p>I was lost, and he so rapidly took advantage -of everything, that proceeding from one -liberty to another, in less than ten minutes I -was an adulteress<!-- TN: original reads "adultress" -->, but what a sweet sin, what -transports of love shot through our souls -as we melted away again and again in the -ecstasies<!-- TN: original reads "extasies"; OED does not list this as a variant spelling --> of mutual enjoyment; how we toyed -with each other’s most secret charms, and -<a name="png.050" id="png.050" href="#png.050"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>50<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>promised to renew our forbidden pleasure -at every convenient opportunity.</p> - -<p>Alas, for our happiness<!-- TN: original reads "hapinness" -->, some spy informed -the Earl of my sweet <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">liaison</i>, he made -an excuse<!-- TN: original reads "exsuse" --> to visit Brussels with me and -again I found myself incarcerated in a hateful -convent<!-- TN: original reads "couvent" -->.</p> - -<p>The kindness of my husband on our journey -from England (which I afterwards found -was only a part of his most artful programme), -had so imposed upon my rather -soft-hearted nature, that I really<!-- TN: original reads "realy" --> felt sorry -that I ever been unfaithful<!-- TN: original reads "unfaithlul" --> to my marriage -vows, although no doubt the image of my -loving paramour was firmly imprinted in my -heart.</p> - -<p>We went to operas, bal masques, saw all -the sights, and enjoyed ourselves immensely -for a few days and being strict Catholics he -one day said jestingly, “I suppose, Lucille, -we must go to confession, and get absolution -after having enjoyed ourselves, and confess -all the delightful sins we have committed; -<a name="png.051" id="png.051" href="#png.051"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>51<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>by-the-bye, be sure you do not forget to -confess having ridden a St. George on your -husband, and allowed him to spend his seed -in your hand, or on your pretty bosom, they -are most awful sins, and will cost a pretty -penny for absolution. I should not be surprised -if the Rev. Father undertook to inflict -personal chastisement <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">à la Girard et Cadière</i>,” -he added, laughing.</p> - -<p>“But, seriously,” I answered, “apart -from joking, I know we ought to do it, and -will go to that church in the Rue de la Madeleine -this very day, I know I am a sinner, -but don’t like to make a laugh of such serious -things.”</p> - -<p>Then seating myself on his knee, I drew -his face to mine, and kissed him lovingly, -as I added, “But, dear Francis, you won’t -leave your little wife so long again, will you, -for those horrid horses? You can’t imagine -how dull and low spirited I get when left all -by myself.”</p> - -<p>“What a pretty pouting little bride you -<a name="png.052" id="png.052" href="#png.052"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>52<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>look. Why, Lucille, the way you kiss excites -me as if we were still on the honeymoon -trip; but dearest,” he added, “a sporting -man must see his horses tried and run, then, -you, know, I shall make up in the winter -what you lose in the summer; there’s nothing -else to do then but to make love. Ha, -you sweet little devil, do you want to commit -another sin before confession?”</p> - -<p>My hand had been gently caressing<!-- TN: original reads "carressing" --> his -prick outside his breeches, till it was now -rampant and impatient of the restraining -cloth.</p> - -<p>“Well,” he went on, following my -example, by passing a hand up my clothes, -and gently tickling my clitoris with his forefinger, -“<!-- TN: punctuation invisible -->we’ll lump it all together, so there -won’t be any more to pay. My Stars, Lucille, -how excitable you are. You’re spending -on my fingers. It’s nothing to blush -about, little simpleton.”</p> - -<p>I got off his lap, and kneeling before him, -unbuttoned his flap, and the engine of love -<a name="png.053" id="png.053" href="#png.053"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>53<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>seemed to leap into my hand, its fiery head, -with the skin turned back, looked so tempting, -that I could not resist the temptation -to kiss and caress it for a few moments. My -tongue played lasciviously round the tender -and excitable surface, whilst my hands, were -fondling his finely developed balls.</p> - -<p>“Darling! Darling!” he ejaculated. “It’s -coming! Oh! I can’t stop—kiss—kiss<!-- TN: original reads "hiss" -->—suck -it. Take it in your mouth, Lucille! Oh! Ah! -How delicious! You darling, to think you -would give me so much pleasure!”</p> - -<p>I was as excited as himself, and sucked -and swallowed his delicious spendings to -the very last drop, as he pressed my head -down with his hands, and gasped out his -hands, and gasped out his ejaculations of -ecstasy<!-- TN: original reads "extasy"; OED does not list this as a variant spelling -->.</p> - -<p>“Now, it’s my turn, Sir. I mean to have -a St. George, as you lie on the hearthrug. -Come, down with you at once, or I will bite -it off,” making him feel my teeth, as I playfully -took it again in my mouth.</p> - -<p><a name="png.054" id="png.054" href="#png.054"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>54<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a>We had a delightful bout on the hearthrug, -and I rode him till he spent into my excited -cunt a third time. Keeping his cock stiff, -and starting him again after each<!-- TN: original reads "eaeh" --> spend by -the contractions of the folds of my vagina, -which he declared gave him the most exquisite -and voluptuous sensations, and that he -had never experienced anything to equal it in -his life, many women as he had had in his time.</p> - -<p>Presently I told him that as soon as I -could get dressed I would go to confession.</p> - -<p>“Do love,” he replied, “and if the Confessor -is reasonable with you, I will go -myself to-morrow, or send for him to wait -on me at the hotel.”</p> - -<p>I left him smoking a cigar<!-- TN: original reads "eigar" -->, and about an -hour-and-a-half afterwards entered the -church, where I was immediately accosted -by an elderly priest. “<!-- TN: punctuation invisible -->If the English lady -wishes to confess, the Father Francisco<!-- TN: original reads "Framcisco" --> in -yonder box is most suitable for Madame.<!-- TN: punctuation invisible --> He -knows the English ways so well, and was -consecrated in England.”</p> - -<p><a name="png.055" id="png.055" href="#png.055"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>55<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a>I approached the box, which was in a very -secluded corner of the sacred building, and -kneeling on a hassock, enquired, in a low -voice, “If the Rev. Father Francisco was -ready to hear my confession?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, my daughter, and I pray God you -may have nothing but venial sins to confess,” -was the reply of my unseen Confessor.</p> - -<p>In my innocence I related every act of our -married life; how excited we were in our -love games, and the various attitudes we -used to heighten our enjoyment.</p> - -<p>“Awfully sensual, my daughter. Your -Confessor previous to marriage must have -admonished you as to the use of these unnatural -postures in following the dictates of -nature in your endeavours to obey the first -commandment, ‘<cite>to increase and multiply</cite>.’ -The holy rites of matrimony ought not to be -perverted by lascivious ideas and filthy -sacrifices to lust. It is a most serious thing -my daughter, but before I consider what -penance to exact for such sins, tell me, as -<a name="png.056" id="png.056" href="#png.056"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>56<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>you value the intercession of our Holy -Mother, have you always been faithful to -your husband? If only by a look or a gesture, -it<!-- TN: original reads "et" --> is important to your<!-- TN: original reads "jour" --> salvation hereafter -that you should confess it now.”</p> - -<p>I was silent, dumbfoundered<!-- TN: archaic but OED says OK --> for a moment -or two. “Ah! my daughter, conceal nothing. -Alas! it is as I feared—conceal nothing from -me, or it will be impossible for me to grant -you absolution.”</p> - -<p>Thus pressed, and feeling but a full -confession would avail me with the Confessor, -I told him everything, and especially how -sorry I felt at having allowed my pique at -the Earl’s neglect to have carried me into -such a <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">liaison</i>, and that the tender regard he -had lately exhibited towards me smote me -to the quick for my unfaithfulness, and that -that was the reason I had so given way to -lasciviousness<!-- TN: original reads "lasciviouness" --> with him, in order to compensate, -by the perfect abandon of my love, for -any suspicions he might entertain.</p> - -<p>“My daughter<!-- TN: original reads "daugter" -->, I must consult our Superior. -<a name="png.057" id="png.057" href="#png.057"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>57<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>Yours<!-- TN: original reads "Your’s" --> is such a serious case, and I beg that -you will go into the vestry, by the door -behind this box, and wait a few minutes, till -I bring you his decision,” said Father Francisco.</p> - -<p>I was all of a tremble, my face felt hot with -blushes of shame and I longed to hide from -observation<!-- TN: original reads "abservation" --> for a few minutes, so I readily -went into the vestry, as he had requested. It -was a bare scantily furnished room, with a -few chairs, a writing table covered with -papers, and some priests’ frocks and vestments -hanging round the walls.</p> - -<p>Presently the old priest who had accosted -me on my first entering the church, came to -conduct me to Father Francisco’s room, but -instead of that, I found myself in the cell of -a convent, with the door locked behind me.</p> - -<p>The worst fears assailed my frightened -mind; I sank on my knees, calling on God -and my husband to release me, crying and -stamping in impotent rage by turns; this -must have lasted an hour or two. Then a -<a name="png.058" id="png.058" href="#png.058"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>58<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>little wicket was opened in the door, and the -same old priest told me to calm myself, for -Father<!-- TN: original reads "Falher" --> Francisco and the Superior were -praying to the Holy Mother to direct them -what penance to impose upon such a sinner, -and that I must remain where I was till next -day, when, he added, “no doubt you will -be restored to your loving husband, as pure -in mind and spirit as when you first took -your marriage vows.”</p> - -<p>I was going to implore him to allay the -Earl’s anxiety on my behalf, but he assured -me they had sent to his lordship to say that -I was doing penance for some hours in their -convent, and quickly closed the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">guichet</i>, so -that I was again left alone.</p> - -<p class="deco"><img src="images/p24.jpg" id="p58" alt="[Decoration]" /></p> - -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 title="Chapter IV. The Penance"><a name="png.059" id="png.059" href="#png.059"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>59<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a><img src="images/chap2.jpg" id="chap4" alt="[Decoration]" /><br - /><span class="smc">Chapter IV.</span><br - /><i>The Penance</i></h2> - - -<p>Two nuns supplied me with refreshment, -made me up a bed on the floor, and I really -had nothing to complain of as to treatment -that first night, still, something seemed to -assure me that I really was a prisoner<!-- TN: original reads "prisonner" -->, and -should not so easily get out of the convent. -My hope was, that the Earl would speedily -insist upon my speedy release, (little dreaming -at the moment that he was the instigator -<a name="png.060" id="png.060" href="#png.060"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>60<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>of my detention, and had actually acted as -confessor in the assumed name of Father -Francisco.)</p> - -<p>My anxiety was greatly increased the next -day, when hour after hour passed, and still -no communication from the Confessor or Superior, -the nuns who brought me in breakfast -and dinner were silent to all my enquiries or -offers of bribes if they would help me get out -of the place.</p> - -<p>My watch had stopped for want of a key, -but about seven o’clock<!-- TN: original reads "o’ clock" --> in the evening, as -near as I could guess, the old priest opened -the door, and beckoned me to follow him. -My heart suddenly recovered its courage, and -I braced up my nerves to bear the severest penance; -we passed along several passages, and -at last opening a door, he motioned me to enter.<!-- TN: punctuation invisible --> -There, sitting before a small table, which had -a bible and crucifix upon it, sat a rather -young priest, about the same age as my -husband, but with a close shaven face and -crown (the Earl had heavy whiskers and -<a name="png.061" id="png.061" href="#png.061"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>61<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>moustache, I had never seen him otherwise), -and he struck me as being very like Francis -about the nose and eyes, still, no suspicion -that it could really be him<!-- TN: original reads "gim" --> came into -my mind.</p> - -<p>“Daughter Lucille, Lady Ellington,” said -the seated Confessor, as the other locked the -door behind me, “In answer to prayer, the -Holy Mother has inspired us to grant you -absolution, only after the most severe personal -chastisement and humiliations we can possibly -inflict upon you. Then, you will<!-- TN: original reads "wil" --> return -to your confiding loving husband, purified of -your adulterous sins, but for all that, he will -still, and for the rest of his life, wear the -horns of a cuckolded husband, which is his -punishment for teaching you such lascivious -ideas; it is an awful sin to so abandon yourselves -to lust, and your unfaithfulness is the -providential punishment he so well deserves.”</p> - -<p>My face and neck were suffused with the -blushes of burning shame, as my eyes fell -beneath his ardent gaze, besides something -<a name="png.062" id="png.062" href="#png.062"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>62<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>instinctively told me that both Father Francisco -and his coadjutor were enjoying the -sight of my confusion.</p> - -<p>“Now please divest yourself of everything -you have on, except corset, chemise and -drawers, whilst I prepare this scourger for -the chastisement of your wicked sensual flesh, -and my brother here will get that rope in -order, ready to tie up your hands above your -head.”<!-- TN: punctuation invisible --></p> - -<p>I scarcely knew how I got my dress and -skirts off, as my hands trembled so, and the -idea of stripping before two men, even if -they were priests, was so distressing to my -sense of modesty, but, somehow or other, -I was soon standing up, with my skirts on -the floor, about my heels, and my last under -petticoat tucked up under my corset.</p> - -<p>Father Francisco confronted me, scourge -in hand, and pointing with his finger to my -drawers in front, roughly ordered me to open -them, and show where I had admitted my -lover, when in the act of committing adultery.</p> - -<p><a name="png.063" id="png.063" href="#png.063"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>63<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a>“Open it, you wicked woman. I must see -the seat of lust itself!”</p> - -<p>He flourished his scourge so, and gave<!-- TN: comma deleted --> me -two such terrible cuts round my buttocks, -that I was compelled to obey his immodest -and shameful order, and the moment I had -done so, he produced a pair of scissors and -denuded me of<!-- TN: original reads "hof" --> nearly all the dark, silky -chevelure I took such delight in viewing in -the glass, when ever I dressed myself, or just -got out of my morning bath.</p> - -<p>“I suppose you were so excited and wanton, -when Lord Dunwich embraced you, -that you shewed him everything, even your -nakedness, as the Bible calls it; did you -blush then, as you pretend to do now, Lucille?” -he asked.</p> - -<p>My surprise and indignation almost choked -me, so that I was unable to speak, and he -gave me a heavy slap with his hand on my -bottom, saying, “So you will not answer, -and think I am behaving shamefully, do you? -It’s nothing to what you will have to submit -<a name="png.064" id="png.064" href="#png.064"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>64<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>to presently, Lady Ellington; turn round -and open your legs, and stoop forward this -instant, or I will flog the very life out of you!”</p> - -<p>His rude hand was passed under my bottom, -between my legs, and as I covered my face -with my hands, I could feel his fingers invade -every secret spot in turn, even to forcing -a digit up the fundamental orifice, -which is always so tight and difficult of entrance, -saying, as he did so: “Did you let -him go there, or has your husband ever sodomised -your bum-hole? Ha! Ha! How -modest we are now. Speak; say if you -ever allowed any one to put his prick in your -arse?”</p> - -<p>I cannot recollect all he said or questioned -me about, but his words and actions were -every moment more and more coarse and -obscene, on purpose to add to my humiliation.</p> - -<p>“Here, Father Anthony<!-- TN: original reads "Antony" -->,” he continued, -addressing the old priest, “where is your -godemiche? That’s the thing to draw all the -<a name="png.065" id="png.065" href="#png.065"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>65<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>wantonness<!-- TN: original reads "wantoness" --> out of her lustful body. It is well -furnished with good stiff bristles?”<!-- TN: punctuation invisible --></p> - -<p><span class="smc">Father Anthony.</span>—“It’s a new one, -same as we always keep in stock to subdue -the fleshly lusts of these lascivious female sinners, -and never used before, but I must tie -her up.”</p> - -<p>The rope, which hung from a pulley in the -ceiling, was tied tightly round my wrists, -bringing both hands together; then he pulled -it as hard as possible till I could barely touch -the floor with my feet, and all my weight was -upon my arms and the muscles of my back.</p> - -<p>“That’s it, exactly,” chuckled Francisco. -“Now, my dear Lucille, Lady Ellington I -ought to say, you will really enjoy the insertion<!-- TN: original reads "inserttion" --> -of this jolly dildoe up your cunt, and it is -full of a delightful injection, with which it<!-- TN: original reads "if" --> -will spend in response to your emission of<!-- TN: original reads "ol" --> -pleasure.”</p> - -<p>“Ah! No! No! Oh pray don’t treat me -with such brutality,” I screamed, in horror, -when I saw the huge red-headed thing, with -<a name="png.066" id="png.066" href="#png.066"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>66<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>its shaft springing from a bed of bristles, fixed -round the balls so as to prick the cunt at -every insertion, besides its length and thickness -seemed quite terrible to contemplate. “I -am quite content to submit to your penance -of scourging and whipping, but oh, oh, have -mercy, and put that thing out of my sight.”</p> - -<p><span class="smc">Father Francisco.</span>—“Look, you need -not be so frightened. I shall lubricate it well -with perfumed oil to make it enter you easily, -besides I will put some on your cunt and -bottom.” Suiting his actions to his word, and -oiling my privates profusely, especially my -bottom-hole, which he lubricated till he -could easily work two fingers in at once.</p> - -<p>It was dreadfully disgusting, but still his -frigging my bottom was rather exciting, and -he could tell or guess my feelings, as he went -on to say, “I see you like it, but the dildoe -will make you plunge and spend with -delight.”</p> - -<p>He then took up my legs; one under each -arm, and stood between them, so they were -<a name="png.067" id="png.067" href="#png.067"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>67<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>wide apart, and Father Anthony<!-- TN: original reads "Antony" -->, his face -plainly showing how he<!-- TN: original reads "ge" --> delighted in the task, -proceed to force his godemiche<!-- TN: original reads "godemuche" --> into me, -opening the lips of my cunt with his fingers -till the head was fairly in, then ruthlessly<!-- TN: original reads "ruthessly" --> -shove, shove, shove, till, “Ah! Ah! Oh! -Ah—r—r—r—re!” I screamed in dreadful -pain, as the sharp bristles ran into the tender -surroundings of my pussey<!-- TN: original has "pussy", altered for consistency -->. “Ah! Ah! Oh, -my God!” I screamed plunging and writhing<!-- TN: original reads "writing" --> -in my agony, his eyes glared into mine with -a fiendish delight, only equalled by the look -of his companion, who held my legs like a -vice, and encouraged him to fuck the wanton -woman till she had had enough to keep her -out of adultery<!-- TN: original reads "adultere" --> for a long time to come.</p> - -<p>Presently Father Francisco, digging his -nails into the flesh of my legs, said excitedly, -“See, see, she’s coming. The gluey spend -is glistening on your dildoe. Now, now, shoot -it into her; let her enjoy it!”</p> - -<p>In a moment I felt the hot gush of the contents -of the godemiche. It rather relieved me -<a name="png.068" id="png.068" href="#png.068"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>68<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>for a moment or two, but oh, oh, my dear, -even after this long lapse of time, I can never -forget the agony of that moment. The whole -of my body seemed filled with liquid fire, for -they had filled the dildoe with some infernal -decoction<!-- TN: original reads "decotion" --> on purpose to ruin my health, and -destroy all chance of my ever enjoying the -sweets of love again. Such I know was their -intent, for they taunted me with it at the time; -but although<!-- TN: original reads "alrhough" --> I never quite recovered from the -shock to my system, and feel even now that -it was the original cause of my premature -decay, they did not succeed in depriving me -of all sensual desire or feelings for the -future.</p> - -<p>I fainted, but they never let me down, and -when at last I began to recover consciousness -Father Francisco was using his scourge most -unmercifully<!-- TN: original reads "unmercilully" --> on my buttocks, the drawers -being open, and the naked flesh exposed to -every cut.</p> - -<p>“I thought this would bring her round”,<!-- TN: original reads ",”" --> -exclaimed he. “See, Father Anthony, her -<a name="png.069" id="png.069" href="#png.069"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>69<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>eyes are opening, it will soon make her forget -the dildoe fucking, she did enjoy that, did -she not, Anthony? But she’ll be a long time -before she has such pleasure again. Ha! Ha! -Ha!!! how<!-- TN: original reads "h6w" --> lovely she is getting, see her -wriggle from the pain of every<!-- TN: original reads "evety" --> cut. Ah, Lucille, -dear Lady Ellington, what intense delight -the sight of your agony is to us.”</p> - -<p>By this time either he was tired, or he -thought a little respite would enable me to -bear more presently, so dropping the scourge -on the floor he left me still suspended, whilst -himself and assistant sat down and gloated -over the sight of my suspended figure and -blood-stained bottom, with their hands under -their frocks, and I verily believe now they -were frigging themselves.</p> - -<p>After about ten minutes Father Francisco -again approached, scourge in hand, whilst the -elder priest gave me a few drops of cordial, -and held some pungent salts under my nose to -refresh me a little. “That will do,” said the -former, “stand back, Father Anthony<!-- TN: original reads "Antony" -->. Now, -<a name="png.070" id="png.070" href="#png.070"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>70<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>now, you wicked, wanton, lustful young woman, -did you wish your husband dead when -having connexion with Lord Dunwich? Why -don’t you answer? Were his parts more pleasing -to your sensuality? Is he better furnished -than your husband? Speak up; confess all -your wickedness! Did no sense of shame -shock you in the midst of your enjoyment -with that fellow, eh?”</p> - -<p>Every question brought a scathing cut with -it, breaking the weals and drawing fresh blood -at every stroke, but I really was so ashamed -I knew not how to answer, and my tongue -was useless except for moans or cries of pain, -and notwithstanding all their degrading and -cruel treatment I felt it was fully deserved -by me.</p> - -<p>“Won’t you speak? won’t you confess -your sorrow for your sin?” he continued. -“Are you really so lost to all sense of shame -as to be hardened against repentance? This -must be whipped, yes, whipped out of you, -even if it nearly costs your life!”</p> - -<p><a name="png.071" id="png.071" href="#png.071"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>71<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a>Just then Father Anthony loosed the rope -a little, so that I could shrink further from the -blows of the scourge, till I was driven up to -the wall, where I stood on tiptoe with my -hands drawn up over my head, and my back -bending as much as possible to avoid the terrible -shower of blows with which he was cutting -up my buttocks still more and more.</p> - -<p>Crimson with shame, tears flowing in torrents -from my starting eyes, I moaned, cried -and implored for mercy, protesting in a broken -voice, “That ever since my husband had renewed -his kindness to me I had been very, -very sad and ashamed of myself for what I -had done, and only his former neglect had -caused me to throw myself into the arms of a -handsome man to whom I was under great -obligations for protecting me when I escaped -from the Ursuline Convent.”<!-- TN: punctuation invisible --></p> - -<p>“Ha, then, you are that Lucille who insulted -Lady Superior, I heard all about it at the -time!” he went on furiously. “Now you -shall be punished for that too,” seizing my left -<a name="png.072" id="png.072" href="#png.072"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>72<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>leg<!-- TN: original reads "eg" --> and lifting it up, so that he could cut freely -under my thighs, on my sore cunny, and every -tenderest spot he could think of, whilst old -Father Anthony was rubbing his hands in delight -at the sight.</p> - -<p>My agony was so intense that I could only -gasp and sigh, strength I had none, he seemed -beside himself with rage, but at last dropped -his scourge, and throwing open his frock in -front I could feel his rampant pego thrusting -towards my mount, and am sure he spent on -my drawers outside before he could get into -me; this he soon effected, and taking my buttocks -up in his strong embrace, he fucked furiously, -swaying me about with my arms still -tied up by the rope; but I forgot all that, his -motions within me took away all feeling of -pain, and I believe much as I loathed him and -felt humiliated by all his dreadful treatment -that I actually spent copiously when I felt his -hot sperm shooting into and soothing my -overheated cunt.</p> - -<p>He was so overcome that Father Anthony -<a name="png.073" id="png.073" href="#png.073"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>73<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>seeing he was about to fall, released me, or -loosened the rope so that we sank down together -on the floor, and laid almost motionless -for a few minutes, till the old priest, taking -up a scourge, began to whip us both unmercifully, -and made Francisco get up. This was -the end for that time, but I was ordered to -prepare for a final penance in a day or two’s -time.</p> - -<p class="deco"><img src="images/p73.jpg" id="p73" alt="[Decoration]" /></p> - -</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 title="Chapter V. The Last Scène and Denouement"><a name="png.074" id="png.074" href="#png.074"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>74<span class="ns">]<br - /></span></span></a><img src="images/chap5.jpg" id="chap5" alt="[Decoration]" /><br - /><span class="smc">Chapter V.</span><br - /><i>The Last Scène and Denouement.</i><br - />∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼</h2> - -<p>They kept me in the same chamber, where -I had been so outraged, the two nuns nursing,—bathing -my bruises, and using soothing injections -to allay the inflammations of my privates, -till, on the third day, they said I was so -far recovered that my Confessors might finish -the prescribed penance, adding, with a malicious -smile, “we saw everything last time, -and so we shall now, through our peepholes; -<a name="png.075" id="png.075" href="#png.075"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>75<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>how delicious the sight was last time, and we -had such frigging and dildoe fucks after it was -all over.”</p> - -<p>Having said this, they speedily disappeared -and I was left to await my fate in trembling -anxiety; I was hot and cold by turns, as the -recollection of all the humiliating and painful -incidents of the other day came back so vividly -to my mind, and in imagination I seemed to -suffer all my tortures over again.</p> - -<p>This did not last long, although you may -be sure it seemed long enough to me in my -state of apprehension. A key was turned in -the lock, and the door creaked on its hinges; -my persecuting confessors again stood before -me in reality, with quite a sardonic expression -of anticipated pleasure on their faces; no trace -of pity could I find on either visage, nothing -but gloating sensuality seemed to animate the -ardent looks with which they regarded me for -some moments.</p> - -<p>The hateful Francisco was the first to address -me, a smile of terrible meaning playing -<a name="png.076" id="png.076" href="#png.076"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>76<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>round his mouth, showing his pearly white -teeth to such perfection that I was again -strongly reminded of my husband.</p> - -<p>“Lady Ellington, I hope, has had good -time for reflection upon the heinousness of her -sins, particularly those in contravention of her -marriage vows; wantonness is as nothing -compared to that. What has the penitent -Lucille to say? Has her chastisement made her -feel the pangs of real remorse?” he said, -whisking a scourge before my face.</p> - -<p>I was too frightened to speak; face, neck -and bosom, I could feel, were in a burning -heat, whilst my eyes could not meet his, for -something more than shame instinctively told -me what I might have to suffer at his hands.</p> - -<p>“No sign of repentance here, Father -Anthony; she must be stripped naked at once<!-- TN: original reads "onee" -->. -Do you hear, Lucille? Strip—strip—strip at -once, or it will be much the worse for you!” -he said with rough ferocity.</p> - -<p>Both priests helped me to undress, and in -their impetuous haste almost tore the clothes -<a name="png.077" id="png.077" href="#png.077"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>77<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>off my back, at the same time taking all sorts -of disgusting liberties, and keeping me in a -continued state of confusion, at last when -nothing was left but my chemise to remove, -they suddenly tied the rope round<!-- TN: original reads "roond" --> my left -ancle, and in an instant I found myself suspended -head downwards, with the right leg -kicking in the air, and screaming piteously -for mercy.</p> - -<p>“Secure her wrists to the rings in the floor,” -said Francisco, “and then help me to whip -the seat of lust till she is a little more -repentant.”</p> - -<p>The elder priest speedily effected this, and -then both of them with scourges commenced -to whip me most mercilessly, aiming their -relentless cuts between my legs so as to cut -the lips of my cunt and round my bottom-hole -at every blow; now and then the cruel thongs -would wind round the upper part of my -thighs, or on to my mount; my cries were -heartrending, as each blow seemed<!-- TN: original reads "sermed" --> to re-open -all my old cuts and bruises. “<!-- TN: punctuation invisible -->Ah! Ah—r—r—re! -<a name="png.078" id="png.078" href="#png.078"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>78<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>Oh! Oh!! will you never have pity, and -believe me sorry for my faults?” I screamed -or moaned, and gasped out the words in -intense agony.</p> - -<p>“So you begin to repent a little under the -lash, do you, Lucille, are you really sorry for -having wronged Lord Ellington, is it your -mind or your cunt that is most filled with remorse? -How you seem to writhe, and how -prettily we are making it look for you, -the trickling blood is delightful to see as it -flows in drops and rills over your back and -belly!” His questions were spoken slowly -as he seemed to enjoy the pleasure of my intense -suffering, and two or three of his cuts -were over the tender surface of my belly or -right across the navel.</p> - -<p>“Scream away, you sensual woman, why -don’t you implore the Holy Virgin to have -pity and forgive you, we are only carrying -out her commands, are we not Father -Francisco?” hissed out old Anthony, as he -continued to scourge my back and sides, and -<a name="png.079" id="png.079" href="#png.079"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>79<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>every now and then aimed a fearful blow -right down my lacerated cunny. Again they -would stop for a little, and ask me jeeringly, -“about my feeling of remorse, would I indulge -in such obscenity with my husband again, -or keep from adultery in future?”</p> - -<p>I was almost too far gone to do more than -moan, and Father Anthony suggested that I -ought to be well lashed over my neck, shoulders<!-- TN: original reads "shoulhers" -->, -and bosom, to make me speak out, but -the other seeing how exhausted I really was, -restrained his mad fury, and then after waiting -a little one of them would give me a terrible -cut, and ask the other to see the beautiful -effects of it as I swayed about in agony; this -was done again and again, till after a time the -scourges were thrown aside, and the rope -being lowered I was allowed to lay on the -floor for a little while, and some cordial was -again administered to refresh me, my tormentors -sitting down and frigging themselves -openly before my face, till in the act of spending -they would stand over me so that I might -<a name="png.080" id="png.080" href="#png.080"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>80<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>be thoroughly humiliated by having all their -spendings drop on my face, neck, or head, as -I was still secured to the floor by my wrists.</p> - -<p>Presently, at a sign from Francisco, his -companion hoisted me up by the ancle again, -and did it so tightly that I was frightfully -stretched by my arms and leg; which were -drawn as painfully tight as he could make it, -the fastenings cutting into the flesh so that I -bear the marks to this very day, I could see -that Francisco was again preparing his godemiche -with oil, but he did not put any upon -my person.</p> - -<p>Horrified at the sight, I begged and implored -them in the most piteous manner not to -degrade me again with that disgusting instrument, -promising to pay the Church any amount -for absolution rather than endure it -again.</p> - -<p>“Too late, too late, your repentance is not -sincere, besides, the other day we saw with -our eyes how your lascivious nature responded -to the thrusts of this thing in your cunt, -<a name="png.081" id="png.081" href="#png.081"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>81<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>now I am going to degrade your bottom-hole -by inserting it there, however painful the operation -may prove,” saying which he seized, -and held my left leg under his arm, and standing -close to my body at once proceeded to -carry out his infernal idea of ravishing my -anus. Lacerated, bleeding, and sore as my -bottom was at the least touch, and regardless -of my piercing shrieks, he forced the oily -head of the india rubber thing quite into my -tightly contracted bum-hole, the pain was intense, -as it seemed to rend the lining tissue of -the anal canal in its passage, and the bristles -round its root added, if possible, still more to -the intensity of my suffering.</p> - -<p>I believe, that giving one long shriek of -agony, I lost consciousness for a time, but -only to awake and find them<!-- TN: original reads "them them" --> laughing -and jeering at my sufferings, as the one worked -his dildoe in my bottom, whilst the other had -thrust two or three fingers up my blood-stained -and wounded cunt. It is quite indescribable -what I felt at this outrage, the accumulation -<a name="png.082" id="png.082" href="#png.082"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>82<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>of shame, agony and horror so overpowered -my exhausted nature, that I went off again -into such a death-like swoon, that they really -feared I was dead, and made haste to let me -down as well as apply strong restoratives.</p> - -<p>My hands were still retained in the rings on -the floor, and the godemiche was left sticking -in my bottom, the spasmodic contractions of -the sphincter muscle holding it as in a vice, -whilst the pulsations of the violated passage -behind were still awfully<!-- TN: original reads "fully aw" --> painful. All this -was apparent to me as I slowly came to myself -once more, and could see the excited looks of -my cruel Confessors, who proceeded to sprinkle -me with cold water, and use a large sponge -for the purpose of both refreshing me and allowing -them to gloat over the extent of my -hurts.</p> - -<p>This lasted a little while, then I was made -to get up on my hands and knees, facing -Francisco, who then opened his frock, so as -to show me the excited state of his prick, at -the same time, with a malicious look of fiendish -<a name="png.083" id="png.083" href="#png.083"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>83<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>joy, he asked me, “If I should not like -to suck such a delightful sweetmeat?” Then -seeing my look of intense disgust, he burst -into a rage, saying, “Oh! So you mean to -insult me as you did the Lady Superior of the -Ursulines, do you, Lucille? You may think -I am disgusting and nasty, or I smell strong -as she did, and I may tell you, to make you -relish it still more, that scarcely an hour ago -it was up the strong smelling cunt of that very -same lady, and I was careful not to wash, so -that you might have the full benefit of the delicious -aroma of her spendings.”</p> - -<p>Speechless with disgust, and helpless in -every way, it was useless for me to appeal for -mercy or consideration from two such heartless -beings; the only thing I could do was to -close my eyes to the awful sight.</p> - -<p>But only for a moment, a tremendous whack -from Father Anthony, who had taken up the -scourge, made me shriek out again, “Ah! Ah! -Oh! Will you never finish me off, and kill me -in mercy?” The only answer I had was a -<a name="png.084" id="png.084" href="#png.084"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>84<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>quick repetition of the blow, whilst the repulsive -Francisco’s right hand, clutching my hair, -pulled my head up, and drew it back so painfully, -that I gasped for breath. This was -exactly what he wanted, and, in a moment, -his prick was forced into my mouth. The -sensation was so repulsive, horrible, and -choking all at once, that I had not the presence -of mind to bite, or he would have repented -the act ever after. Old Anthony was cutting -my back, bottom, thighs, and loins, even the -calves of my legs not escaping his frenzied -scourging. Blood was streaming over my -flesh, and dripping to the floor in little pools, -and I felt I was really dying at last. Just then -the excited Francisco shot a deluge of hot -sperm into my mouth and throat; I was choked, -and remember no more, except, that on -recovering consciousness, the supposed Confessor, -Francisco, was dressed as a gentleman, -and I immediately recognised him as my husband, -as, at the same instant, he exclaimed, -“Woman, my revenge is complete. You won’t -<a name="png.085" id="png.085" href="#png.085"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>85<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>deceive me again. How I have revelled in degrading, -humiliating, and torturing my adulterous -wife. You’ll never see me more. This -has been my way of divorcing myself from a -faithless bitch.”</p> - -<p>He was gone before I could find words to -reply, but my sense of pain was instantly -drowned in a deep desire for vengeance for -this outrage, and its impulse so strengthened -me, that<!-- TN: original reads "hat" --> I was soon well enough to travel.</p> - -<p>My lover, Lord Dunwich, received me with -open arms, and declared he would shoot or -be shot by the Earl ere forty-eight hours had -elapsed; at once despatching a friend with his -cartel to arrange a meeting for the next morning -in Hyde Park at the dawn of day.</p> - -<p>We spent the night together at his hotel, -although scarcely fourteen days since I was -so fearfully outraged, how we fucked all -night, and swam in sensual pleasures for hours, -I would deny him nothing, was he not my -champion, who was going to risk his life in -the morning to avenge my fearful wrongs, and -<a name="png.086" id="png.086" href="#png.086"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>86<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>to make him still more earnest in<!-- TN: original reads "it" --> his desire -for vengeance, I stripped naked, let him examine -every part, where the marks of the bruises -and lacerations were still visible; my cunt -he sucked, kissed and fucked till I was beside -myself with excitement, and he was also ready -for anything, then my poor bum-hole attracted -his attention, he kissed and put his tongue -into it, till I was eager to have him there, and -begged he would put his<!-- TN: original reads "is" --> prick in gently at first -for fear of hurting me too much; this -was a heavenly finish to our night of -love; we swam in delight, never before or -since have I tasted voluptuous joy to equal -that <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">enculade</i>.</p> - -<p>Next morning dressed as a young gentleman -with a false moustache, I went as one of his -seconds to the fatal place of meeting, and had -the satisfaction of seeing my wrongs avenged -by a ball through the heart of my hated husband. -We then went abroad for a while, but -my dear lover lost his life by drowning in the -Rhine, since which I have consoled myself -<a name="png.087" id="png.087" href="#png.087"><span class="pagenum"><span - class="ns">[</span>87<span class="ns">] - </span></span></a>as you know by all sorts of erotic fancies, especially -flagellation, and now dear Rosa at -the early age of twenty-five I find myself fast -fading away.</p> - - -<p class="finis">FINIS.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="tnote"> -<h2>Transcriber’s Note</h2> - -<p>Perhaps as a corollary of the private printing, the typesetting of the -original book was of indifferent quality. Numerous typographical -errors have been corrected; period spelling has been retained. -Inconsistent hyphenation (bed-post/bed post, tight-fitting/tight -fitting) has been left as printed in the original.</p> - -</div> - - - -<hr class="ww" /> - - - - - - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Convent School, by William Dugdale - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CONVENT SCHOOL *** - -***** This file should be named 60825-h.htm or 60825-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/0/8/2/60825/ - -Produced by deaurider, David Wilson and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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