Thought About Mrs.Kalson's Best Advice

I had always remained in my own bed until I heard her heavy breathing, denoting that she had slept, before I dared to leave my own room to go to my sisters. The desire to rack me off, as dear charming Mrs. Kalson used to call it, might have seized her, and my absence would have discovered all.

However, she had, no doubt, considered that it would be all to her advantage that I should be left perfectly quiet to recruit my system after the heavy drain on my amatory resources, which she had kept up for the previous fortnight. She never sought in any way to excite me until a day and a night after the cessation of her menses. She told me it was much better to have done with it entirely at once rather than, through erotic excitement, keep up the discharge for a week or more.

"And it is not, my dear Alexander, from any want of randy lust on my part, for, especially at first, there is an extreme desire to be well labored by the biggest prick one could find in existence; the natural irritation of the parts seems to be increased by the way in which the sensual system is affected in that quarter. Former experience has taught me that it is much better to bear this than to seek erotic excitement to keep up the natural discharge for twice as long as it would otherwise endure. Besides, there would have been a danger of affecting your dear health. Sometimes conjunctions, at such a period, produce a urethral irritation very prejudicial to a man, and such as might deprive me of the delight of your embraces for some weeks. So you see, my own beloved boy, that in every way it is prudent to avoid any amorous excitement at such a period, however hard nature may press for venereal relief. Some women hazard all this and, for momentary gratification, run risks perfectly unwarrantable, not only for themselves but above all for their lovers. I, too, my darling, have had my day of imprudence, and knowing the result, I should be both cruel and stupidly insensate to let you run the risk of what already occurred."

As she recounted those sage counsels, I could not help but remember my loved Mrs. Kalson, whose advice had been of such service to me, and here was another loved mistress instructing me in further matters connected with the sex. It certainly was a stroke of great good fortune for me to have met at such an early age two such admirable women, not only most amorous and lascivious but instructing me in the real knowledge of their sex and the world, at the very time that they were indulging my every lascivious desire as well as their own. Mistresses of their art—no mystery in love's catalogue of excitements and of means of gratifying the same—were unknown to them. But they knew, too, how to inculcate wisdom for future conduct. I owe every amatory success of my afterlife to the admirable teachings of these two charming and estimable women.

The next night, after we had sacrificed sufficiently often to Venus to enable us more calmly to resume the delightful discussion on the various ways of pampering and exciting the passions, I turned the conversation on flogging; for to take you, dear reader, into my confidence, I was seized with an uncontrollable letch to flog the superb bottom of my loved mistress. I had often seen it palpitating under the vigorous attacks of my stiff-standing pego while belabouring either of the delicious entrances to the temples of lust. I had often given her glorious bottom good sound slaps of the hand, but I longed to apply to it in earnest a good birch rod, see it flush to a raw meat hue, and then to shove my prick with the utmost force into either or both of the delicious orifices. I thought the best way of arriving at this desired object was to recur to her own description of a less severe flogging exciting the passions with pain, and as she had also admitted that it excited her equally to be a flogger or flogee, I proposed that she should exercise a gentle discipline on my bottom to try its efficacy. She jumped at the idea, but there was no rod in her room, so the ceremony was put off until the next night. On that occasion, she advised me first to indulge in every excess of lubricity, and when nature should begin to flag, then the real efficacy of the rod would be experienced. She aided me with the utmost skill in every act of most voluptuous and luxurious venery, and we mutually poured down six tributes to our blessed Mother Venus with very little cessation, for we both wished to feel somewhat exhausted before trying the effects of the birching system. We lay quiet for a short time, and then dear Miss Donald began exciting me, but only in an ordinary way. My prick had already been too well satiated with the previous encounters to respond at once to the calls made to it.

"Ah," said she, in her sweetest way, "I see we want the rod here. Prepare yourself, sir, and take care to make no resistance, or it will be the worst for your bottom."

Following her cue, I began to implore pity, to promise I would behave better in a short time, etc., etc. But she was inexorable, and she ordered me to lie across her knees. Then, taking me around the waist, she gave me a smart cut or two, really sharp, that made me wince for the moment.

"Take care, sir; you are resisting, and you know your punishment will be severe if you so continue."

"Forgive me, mistress dear, and I will never do so again."

"We shall see."

Cut three, sharp, though not so severe. I did not flinch. "Ah! That is something like a good boy; now we shall have no difficulty."