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-Title: The Convent School
-       Early Experiences of a Young Flagellant
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-           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.
-
-
-
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-
-
-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.
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-
-
-
-
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-
-
-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. 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.
-
-
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