Discovering the Pleasure of Punishment

"Go to your seat; you are too agitated, my dear, to say your lesson just now; so send Mary up."

Shine came back to her seat, but I could not help thinking I saw a complete expression of erotic desire in her countenance.

When afterwards we were alone together, she told us that when the governess kissed her, she felt Miss Donald's tongue glide into her mouth and "tip her the velvet" in a most delicious and exciting manner, and she believed that if they had been alone, they must have given each other mutual embraces of a warmer description.

This led me to think that Miss Donald was herself rendered lecherous by the action of even wielding the rod.

Shine, during the whole of the next week, did nothing but rave about the excessive excitement that her whipping had put her into and the extreme felicity she felt in having her salacious lechery satisfied.

We were not able to meet every day, for frequently Miss Donald accompanied us and joined in the youthful sports we then gave way to. Shine, continuing to harp on the extraordinary enjoyment the whipping had procured her after it was over, fired the imagination of Suzy until she was wound up to the point of actually longing to be whipped. In such a case, it was easy to incur the penalty; she had but wilfully neglected her studies, and she was sure to get it.

This she accordingly did, and it resulted as before. When released, she rushed to the summer house and, without any preliminaries, called upon me to fuck her directly, and a very similar scene followed to that which had occurred when dear Shine was whipped.

Suzy did not, however, give way to the uncontrollable desire to throw herself into Miss Donald's arms, as Shine had done. Miss Donald, as usual, retired to her room after the punishment was over and was late in coming down, with the same flushed face and excited eye.

I became convinced that she herself was salaciously excited by the act, and I began to fancy that with such passions, if I could but excite her in any way, it might be worth my while.

Once these lecherous ideas were raised in my imagination, desire soon painted her with every charm of beauty, and I became excessively lewd and anxious to possess her. The more I looked at and scanned the really beauteous proportions of her finely developed form, the more my determination to have her took root and grew strong within me.

About this time, Miss Donald, who had become a great favorite with Mamma, obtained permission to take possession of the spare bedroom, with the understanding that she was to cede it to any visitor who might come. Of course, this circumstance made my desire to get into her good graces doubly strong, inasmuch as the opportunity of sleeping with her afterwards could be so easily effected. I determined to watch her when retiring to bed and try to get a view of her naked form. For this purpose, I removed the moistened bread I had put in the hole I made to see Mr. Kalson fucking his wife. I lay awake until she came to bed. I saw her undress but only caught sight of her naked bubbies over her chemise. As I have said, they were not large but widely separated, with a fine, flat neck up to the throat. I mean that she showed no collarbone, which is a great beauty in a woman. She had evidently been quite naked and had used the bidet, but the extent of the slit in the door did not allow me to command the part of the room where she had used it. I remedied this defect the next day, and the following night I was rewarded with a most glorious sight. You may well suppose that I did not let sleep overcome me but was at my post as soon as I heard her enter her room. I was on my knees in a moment, at my peephole, and saw her deliberately undress to her chemise. She then arranged all her magnificent head of hair, brushing it out as far and further than her arms would extend, and after well brushing and combing it, she plaited and rolled it up in a great big rouleau behind, then washed her hands, drew out the bidet, poured water into it, and then divested herself of her shift. She was standing in front of the dressing table with two candles shining on her, so that when she lifted her shift over her head, I had a well-lit full view of her wonderfully covered belly. She had all-over hair; it was as black as coal and shone as if polished in all its beautiful curls. I am now an old man, but never have I seen the equal of that dear woman with a hairy belly. It was quite up to her navel and several inches down the inside of her thighs, besides running thickly in the chinks of her bottom, and with two bunches where the beautiful back dimple is usually situated, as thick, and even thicker than ordinary women have in on their mounts. In addition to this, there was a beautiful little line of curls that ran up her belly, as far as between her bubbies, to say nothing of the very hairy thighs, legs, and arms. I never saw a more deliciously hairy woman, and she was all that excessive growth of hair denoted, passionate, and lecherous to a degree, when once she had confidence in her companion to let her feelings have vent. Of course, I am now describing my after-experience; at the moment, I was only dazzled by the extraordinary richness and quantity of that exquisite ornament—hair—not only in splendid quantity on the head but in a profusion such as I had never then witnessed and have not since witnessed. I was struck dumb with astonishment and admiration. She laved her hairy cunt and all the adjacent parts, then wiped herself dry, put on her nightgown, extinguished her light, and, of course, got into bed. So did I, but only to toss and tumble, and at last, in troubled sleep, to dream of that most gloriously covered cunt and to imagine myself reveling therein. So great was my excitement that I had the first wet dream I had ever experienced. It is needless to say that it was under the dreaming idea that I was enjoying to the utmost that wonder cunt.