A few days afterwards, when we were out driving, I suddenly took it into my head to ask Frances if she thought she could find Mrs. Leslie’s house in Kensington, She replied that she was sure she could; and at once directed the coachman which way to go. In a short time we arrived in a street which Frances said was the right one, and after we had driven a short distance down it, she pointed to a house, exclaiming: “There it is! I wonder if the horrid woman is living in it still? Oh! how I should like to spank her with a thick slipper every day for three days, as she did me.” Then she smiled, and taking my hand, pressed it, remarking:
“Though after all if she had not turned me out, I should never have met my sweetheart”
“Would you like to call and see her? She may still be living there,” I observed, smiling.
“No. I don’t want to see her face again; though I should like to see her bottom reddening under my slaps,” she replied, laughing.
We then drove home, and while we were at dinner, the thought struck me that it would be rather good fun to pay a visit to Mrs. Leslie and see what sort of an establishment she kept.
She might still be carrying on the business.
So, as soon as I had finished my cigar after dinner, I told Frances that I was going to my club, and as I should not be back rill late, she was not to sit up for me. She said “very well,” and gave me a kiss, for she never bothered me with questions as to where I went, or what I did. I left the villa, hailed a passing hansom, and told the driver to go to the club; intending to have a talk with a chum of mine named Ford, who was generally to be found in the smoking-room after dinner. He was there, as I had expected, smoking a cigar, with a cup of black coffee on a little table beside him.
Ford and I were old friends; he was a man about my own age, and like me, a bachelor, and we had had many queer adventures together.
I sat down beside him, lit a cigar, and asked him if he knew whether a certain Mrs. Leslie still kept a “gay” establishment in Blank-street, Kensington. “Yes,” he replied, “she does. I have never been there, but I have heard that it is a first-class house of its kind. Patronized by the nobility, and I believe occasionally by royalty,” he added with a laugh.
“I am going there to-night to have a look round,” I said. “Will you come with me?”
“Yes, I will. I am feeling rather inclined for a spree to-night Come along.” Leaving the club, we took a hansom, telling the man to drive to Blank-street, Kensington. When we reached the corner of the street, I stopped the cab, and we got out, paid the driver, and then walked the rest of the way to the house. I touched the electric bell, and the gate was soon opened by a smartly-dressed maid-servant; whom I asked if we could see Mrs. Leslie. The woman smiled at such an unnecessary question, and merely saying: “Step this way, gentlemen,” preceded us into the house and ushered us into a large, brilliantly-lighted drawing-room, where she left us, saying that Mrs. Leslie would be with us in a short time.
“A well got-up shop,” observed Ford, laughing, and seating himself in a luxurious easy-chair.
I walked round the room which was handsomely furnished in a most tasteful style; the only thing about it at all suggestive, being the number of broad, low softly-cushioned couches and ottomans which were ranged round the walls, and also in the middle of the floor.
At one end of the apartment, there was a deep, broad recess, apparently opening into another room; but I could not be certain, as the place was screened by heavy curtains of dark crimson velvet.
I had often been in establishments of the same sort in London, and also in Paris, Vienna, and other cities on the Continent; but I had never seen a better appointed drawing-room, than the one I was in.
In about five minutes time, Mrs. Leslie came into the room, and greeted us as if we had been old friends, smilingly telling us to sit down and make ourselves comfortable. Then she sank down on one of the couches, displaying a pair of neat feet and ankles, cased in black silk stockings. I took a good look at the woman who had treated my pretty Frances so cruelly. She was by no means bad-looking; being a tall, dark-haired, well-preserved woman about forty years of age; she had a buxom, but shapely figure; she was handsomely dressed, and she was quite lady-like, both in speech and manner.
After a little chat, Mrs. Leslie smiled, saying: “Well, I suppose you two gentlemen did not come here merely to talk to me. Wouldn’t you like to sec my young ladies? None of them are engaged at this moment, so you will be able to see them all.”
We both intimated that we should be delighted to make the acquaintance of the young ladies. She rose from her seat, and going to the end of the apartment, touched the button of an electric bed three times; and in about five minutes, no less than eight young women and girls came trooping into the room from behind the curtains. They were all introduced to us, their names being Alice,’ Kate, Edith, Fanny, Rose, Helen, Ethel, and Clara, They were beautifully dressed, and they were of various ages: two of them, Clara and Ethel, who were wearing short petticoats, and who had their hair flowing loosely over their shoulders, were not more than fourteen or fifteen years old. But these two, I afterwards found out, were not available for poking.
The other young ladies ranged in age from eighteen to twenty-five years; some were slim, and some were plump; some were dark, and some were fair; some were tall, and some were short; but all of them were more or less pretty, and one or two were rather handsome.
We ordered plenty of champagne, and sat down on the comfortable couches surrounded by the pretty girls with whom we intended to have a regular bit of sport-though personally I did not intend to poke one of them.
They were full of fun, and by no means shy, so we all soon got very merry, and there was a great deal of laughter, and no end of chaff; a little broad sometimes, but nothing indecent was said or done by any of us, just then. I began to enjoy myself thoroughly, as it was a long time since I had gone in for a spree of that sort. Ford also appeared to be very jolly. After a time, Mrs. Leslie beckoned us aside, and taking us to the end of the room out of earshot of the girls, said: “Now gentlemen; what would you like to do?
Have either of you any particular fancy? We can give you plenty of variety in this house. You can go to bed with one or more girls if it pleases you to do so. If either of you is fond of the rod, I have a room fitted up with everything necessary, where you can tie up and strip any girl you fancy and give her a little birching; or if you like it better, you can see a girl birched by another. Or would you prefer to see some Tableaux Vivants? I pride myself especially upon them.
“I can show you tableaux with scenery, and with the girls dressed in character; and I can show you some tableaux of statuary, with the girls naked; and I can also show you some very naughty tableaux.”
Ford and I consulted together for a moment, then I said: “We should like to see a selection of tableaux: some of all sorts.”
“So you shall. Are either of you fond of seeing the rod used?”
We both admitted that we had a liking for such a sight.
“Well then,” she said, “I will show you two tableaux of whipping; then a couple of tableaux from mythological subjects; and finish up with two naughty tableaux.”
Both of us were perfectly satisfied with the programme she offered, and we said so.
She then told us to take our seats on two easy-chairs which were placed a few feet distant from the curtains, and she added that we should have to wait a short time, as the scenery had to be set, and the girls dressed for the first two tableaux.
Then she made a sign to the girls, and went behind the curtains, followed by the whole troop of laughing damsels.
As we sat waiting for the entertainment to commence, we could hear the girls bustling about, chattering to each other in low tones, and occasionally laughing as they dressed themselves.
At the end of about ten minutes, Mrs. Leslie called out
In a clear voice: “The first tableau will represent, ‘The Birching of a Nihilist in a Russian Prison.’”
Immediately the curtains separated in the middle, drawn aside by unseen agency, and the tableau appeared, brilliantly lighted from above, so that we could see the smallest details.
The scene showed a large, bare, prison cell, with whitewashed walls, stone floor, and grated window. In it were six figures, five “men” and one woman, all attired in costume, and personating, respectively: the governor of the prison; the surgeon; a prison warder; two soldiers; and the Nihilist lady. In the middle of the cell there was a long, curved wooden structure, upon which the “Nihilist lady” was bound in a bent position, her feet resting on the floor. Her arms were stretched out one on each side of the “horse,” her wrists being secured to rings: and her ankles were strapped together, and fastened to a bar at the lower part of the structure.
She was dressed in prison costume, consisting of a loose, blue serge frock, the skirt of which, as well as her petticoats and chemise, being rolled up to the middle of her back, and she had been divested of her stays and drawers. The “Nihilist lady,”-whom I recognized at Edith, — was a plump, shapely damsel, with a fine big bottom, large thighs, and good legs cased in black stockings, which contrasted well with her white skin. At the left side of the “culprit” stood the “warder” who was inflicting the punishment; a bearded “man,” wearing a uniform consisting of a’ dark green tunic, with trousers of the same colour tucked into long boots reaching to “his” knees; and a round flat cap with a peak. “He” held high in the air a thick, bristly birch rod, which seemed just about to fall on the “culprit’s” bare bottom. At the other side stood the “surgeon,” a whiskered, mustachioed “man,” in a plain, dark blue uniform, and beside him was the “governor,” with a fierce moustache, dressed in an imposing uniform, with medals on “his” breast. A little in rear of the horse stood the two “soldiers,” with cross-belts and side-arms. The “culprit’s” bottom had been most skilfully “made-up,” so that the whole surface of the skin, from the loins to the upper part of the thighs, appeared crimson, and striped all over with long livid weals, and spotted with blood, which also appeared to be trickling down the “victim’s” white thighs. She had her head turned to one side, and she was glaring with eyes full of intense horror at the uplifted rod; her face was scarlet and distorted with pain; her mouth was wide open, with the lips drawn back from the teeth, as if she were screaming loudly; and the tears appeared to be streaming down her cheeks. The whole scene appeared so intensely real, that I actually waited, with a feeling of suspense, to see the rod fall on the bleeding bottom, and to hear the victim’s shriek. Since that time I have seen many “Living Pictures,” but I have never seen one better done.
In another moment the curtains were drawn, shutting out the scene. Ford and I applauded vigorously, clapping our hands and crying out: “Brava! Brava! Well done! Very we!] done!” Then, turning to me, my companion whispered: “It was splendid! The illusion was perfect I have never seen anything to equal it, in Paris or Vienna.”
After a rather long interval, Mrs. Leslie announced: “The next tableau will represent punishment as inflicted in a boarding-school for young ladies.” The curtains were parted, and we saw that the recess was now fitted up as a schoolroom, with desks, benches, a blackboard, globes, and maps on the walls. In this tableau there were ten figures; seven of them, dressed as schoolgirls, in short frocks, and with their long hair flowing loose over their shoulders, were sitting on high forms, so that we could see their pretty legs, cased in silk stockings of various colours; and in two or three cases where the petticoats happened to be very short, we caught glimpses of the lace frills on the girls’ drawers.
In the middle of the “schoolroom,” stood a stalwart young woman, who was evidently one of the servants of the establishment, in her ordinary attire, consisting of a black frock, with white apron, cap, collar, and cuffs.
She was bending forward, “horsing” in the orthodox position the girl named Ethel, who was certainly not more than fourteen years of age. The skirt of her short frock, and her dainty little white petticoats were pinned up to her shoulders, and her pretty lace-trimmed drawers were hanging down about her knees. She had a most lovely little bottom with round, firm-looking, plump cheeks; and her delicate skin was as white as snow, except where it had been artificially marked with pink streaks, and small red dots, representing the ravages made by the rod.
Her thighs were fairly well developed; and her small but shapely legs were clad in long, brown silk stockings, gartered with bows of black satin; and she was wearing neat, buttoned boots on her little feet.
The “schoolmistress” in a grey wig, and with spectacles, was personated by Mrs. Leslie, who held over the girl’s delicious bottom, a long, slender birch rod, prettily ornamented with blue ribbons.
Ethel played her part well. She was looking over her shoulder, her face was red, she appeared to be crying loudly in pain, and her eyes were fixed with an appealing glance on the stern “schoolmistress.”
The other “schoolgirls” were looking on at the punishment with various ‘expressions on their faces; some appeared to be rather amused at the sight; others seemed to be perfectly indifferent; and others were looking very much frightened. The girls had, been well drilled in their parts. This tableau, like the preceding one, looked wonderfully real, and it was also most “fetching” to Ford and myself; as we were both “lovers of the rod”; so we did not stint our applause when the curtains closed over the picture. Then he said to me, with a chuckle: “What a beautiful, white, chubby bottom that little girl has! I have never before seen so young a one turned up. I wish we could see her being birched in reality,”
“So do I. But if I had my choice, I would rather spank her smartly across my knees. I think that way of whipping a little girl gives a man the greatest pleasure,” I observed
“Now we shall have the tableaux with naked figures,” said my companion, digging me in the ribs, and rubbing his hands.
In a short time, Mrs. Leslie called out: “The next tableau will be, ‘Venus Rising from the Ocean.’” And the curtains were again drawn aside.
This time there was no scenery, but the walls of the recess were draped with light blue gauze. In the centre, there was a circular platform covered with sea green velvet, and on it were five female figures perfectly naked.
Venus was personated by Rose, who was about twenty-two years of age, and who was the tallest and best-looking of all the girls. She stood resting the weight of her body upon her left foot, which was slightly advanced, her right leg being bent so that only the toes touched the floor: her pretty, rounded arms were raised, and gracefully curved above her head, the palms of her hands were inclined inwards, the tips of her fingers almost meeting. Her long fair hair was hanging in artistically arranged disorder over her shoulders and bosom, partly veiling her swelling bubbles. She had large, liquid-looking gray eyes; a very white skin, a broad smooth belly; sturdy, well-shaped thighs, and good legs; her ankles were neat; her pretty feet were without blemish, and her cunt was shaded with a curly growth of very light brown hair. The four attendant sea nymphs were personated by Helen and Fanny, who were fair girls; and Kate and Edith who were dark; their hair was loose, and they were lying in graceful attitudes round the central figure. After a moment, the platform began to revolve slowly, so that we saw every part of the girls’ naked bodies; their pretty, pink-tipped titties, their cunts, each one shaded with hair of j. different colour; their plump, round bottoms, — “Venus” had a very big one-their variously shaped thighs and their legs of different sizes. It was a charming spectacle of naked feminine beauty, but the tableau was not in the least suggestive, and at chat moment I had no more feeling of desire than if I had been gazing at a group of marble statues.
Ford, however, had evidently been differently impressed; and when the curtains had hidden the naked girls from our sight; he whispered to me, smacking his lips: “By Jove! that girl who did Venus is a scrumptious creature. What a white skin she’s got! And what splendid bubbies! and such a grand bottom! and the hair on her cunt looked like floss silk! I felt very much inclined to rash on to the platform and poke her. Anyhow, I’ll sleep with her to-night.”
The next tableau was “The Three Graces.” The platform this time was covered with black velvet, and the “Graces” were represented by Kate, Helen, and Fanny, who stood with their arms wreathed round each other’s waists and busts. All three girls had shapely figures, with good bubbles, and plump bottoms. Kate, an olive-skinned girl, had a profusion of black hair on the lower part of her belly. Helen’s cunt was hidden by curly, brown hair; and Fanny’s “spot” was shaded with auburn hair. And while the platform was slowly revolving, we had a good look at their naked charms, both back and front, until the curtains were closed.
The improper tableaux were now to come; and Mrs. Leslie announced that the first would represent: Two Naughty Schoolgirls.” The actresses in this tableau, were Clara, who was about fifteen years old, and Alice, a short, slim, baby-faced girl about eighteen years of age. They were supposed to be in their dormitory and they were sitting side by side on a bed, with nothing on them but their long white nightgowns.
These garments were tucked up tightly round their waists, leaving the whole of the lower half of their pretty little figures naked; and each girl had one of her fingers up the other girl’s cunt. Clara’s little slit was just fledged with light-coloured down; but Alice’s was well covered with chestnut hair. Their cheeks were painted so as to appear deeply flushed, their red lips were slightly open, and their eyes were fixed on each other’s faces with a languishing look.
They acted their parts we’ll, and we applauded them.
In another minute, we heard Mrs. Leslie say: “The last tableau is entitled: ‘A Lesbian Kiss.’” Then the curtains were again drawn back, and we saw on the black velvet-covered platform, the naked figures of the girls Fanny and Kate. Fanny, with her auburn hair coiled in thick plaits, was lying on her back, with outstretched legs, and with her hands clasped over the black-haired Kate, who was lying stretched at full length upon her, but in a reversed position, so that each girl had her face between the other girl’s thighs. Kate’s mouth was resting on Fanny’s cunt, while Fanny’s mouth was pressing against Kate’s cunt, and with their tongues they were tickling each other’s “sensitive spot.” The black velvet on which they were lying, showed off to perfection the whiteness of the girls’ naked bodies, thighs, and legs; and they appeared to be thoroughly enjoying their mutual “Lesbian Kiss.” Their cheeks were flushed in reality; their eyes were gleaming with lust, their bodies were quivering, their bosoms were heaving; and each girl had on her face an expression of voluptuous pleasure.
In a moment more, the curtains closed over the lascivious scene, which had excited me greatly; as it also had my companion; and we were both quite sure that there had been no “make-believe” in the tableau of “The Lesbian Kiss.”
Soon afterwards, Mrs. Leslie came out, and throwing herself down upon a couch, smilingly asked us how we had liked the show?
We both assured her that we had been charmed in every way with the entertainment; and we complimented her on her skill as a stage-manager. She seemed to be gratified at our sincere compliments, and she said she hoped to see us again, when she would show us another selection of tableaux. In a short time, all the girls-except the two young ones-came from behind the curtains; dressed only in loose wrappers over their chemises, and with their bare feet in velvet slippers. We ordered more champagne, and the fun became fast and furious; the girls all crowded round us, and unbuttoning our trousers, played with us in a most lascivious manner. And in a few moments, Ford and I were sitting on couches, each of us holding on oar knees a couple of the half-naked girls, while with our hands under their scanty attire we felt their plump, warm bodies all over: paddling with their titties, pinching their bottoms, tickling their cunts, and playing all sorts of pranks, till they squirmed, giggled, and laughed hysterically.
Ford soon went off to bed with Rose; but I was still determined not to poke one of the girls. They were more or less pretty, and well-made; but not one of them was so pretty or so well-shaped at Frances; nor had one of them a whiter skin, firmer bubbles, or a plumper bottom than my sweetheart Moreover, they were all probably poked every day by different men; whereas Frances was virgin to every one but me. So, though I had a tremendous cockstand, I resisted all the girls’ blandishments; thinking to myself that I would make Frances wriggle her bottom in fine style when I got home.
I disengaged myself from the clinging arms of the two girls who were still sitting on my knees; bade them all good night; and then left the room with Mrs. Leslie, who took me into an adjoining apartment, where I paid her for my share of the entertainment.
Then, merely out of curiosity to hear what she would say, I resolved to ask her about Frances. So I said, in an indifferent way; “I believe you had a girl named Frances Howard living with you a few years ago.”
She tightened her lips, frowned slightly, and cast a sharp glance at me, asking brusquely: “How did you get to know that?”
“I heard it in a roundabout way,” I replied with an unmoved face. Then I asked in an innocent manner: “Do you know what has become of her?”
“No, I do not,” she answered, curtly.
“Will you tell me all you know about her? I give you my word that nothing you tell me shall go further.”
“Oh, I don’t mind telling yon about the girl. She was at school with a lady whom I knew; and she told me that she could not keep the girl, as her money had all been expended, and she had no friends of any sort who could pay for her. I offered to take her into my house and keep her. I frankly tell yon that I did so because she was a pretty girl, and I meant to make use of her. If I had not taken her, she would have been sent to the workhouse.” Here Mrs. Leslie paused for a moment, then said with a smile: “The schoolmistress did not know the sort of establishment the girl was going to
“I kept her for six months, and then I asked her to do as all the other girls did; but she positively refused. I was very much annoyed, and I gave her three sound spankings, on three successive days; but she was a stubborn girl, and she would not give in. So I told her to leave my house in twenty-four hours; only meaning to frighten her; as I really had no intention of turning her out. But the silly girl took me at my word, and she ran away next morning, taking with her a complete set of my son’s clothes; but leaving four pounds to pay for the things. And as she had cut off her hair, I supposed she had dressed herself up in the boy’s clothes. I have never heard of her since; and I have often wondered what became of her.”
I affected surprise, saying: “It was a funny thing for a girl to run away in boy’s clothes.”
“Yes, it was very strange. But Frances was always a queer girl in many ways. She was a clever girl, and she had a strong character.”
“She must have had,” I observed, smiling in a childlike manner.
Mrs. Leslie did not ask me why I had inquired about Frances, and I did not offer her any explanation. But I believe she spoke the truth when she said that she had not really meant to turn the girl adrift.
Having heard all I wanted from Mrs. Leslie, I bade her “good night,” and left the house; luckily coming across a belated hansom, and reached home at two o’clock in the morning. I let myself in with my latchkey and went quietly up to the bedroom, finding Frances fast asleep, and looking so lovely that I felt delighted at knowing I was in full vigour. Her silky, golden hair was streaming over the lace-bordered pillow, one arm was thrown over her head, her cheeks had a delicate pink tinge, and her rosy lips were curved with a slight smile, as if she were dreaming pleasantly. I undressed and got into bed without waking her; then taking her in my arms, I roused her with a shower of hot kisses.
“Oh, Charley!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms round my neck, and returning my kisses. “I was dreaming that I was in your arms, and now my dream has come true. I am so glad you have come home. I was afraid you were going to stay away all night”
Then, slipping her hand on to my tool, which was in full erection, she laughed gleefully, saying: “It is quite ready for me!” Then she settled herself well down upon her back, pulled her nightgown out of the way, and extended her thighs.
I buried my face in the valley between her splendid bubbles, kissing the warm, perfumed flesh, and sucking the delicious little nipples; at the same time squeezing with both hands the plump, firm flesh of her magnificent bottom. But I was too excited to spend time in dalliance, so I placed myself in position between her legs, and gave full vent to my long pent-up passions; fucking the lovely girl with such hot lust, and with such tremendous force, that she panted, sighed, and groaned under my thrusts; and I could feel the flesh of her bottom twitching in the grasp of my hands, when she felt herself inundated with the hot torrent. When she had recovered her breath, she said: “Oh, Charley, that was very nice! What has made you so excited to-night? You have not done it so strongly to me since the afternoon you spanked me.” Then she added with a laugh: “I believe you have been spanking some girl or other.”
“No, t have not,” I replied laughing, and kissing her. “You are the only girl I ever spank now.”
She cuddled up to me, and after a little rest, began to play with my half-stiff prick in such a skilful way that in a short rime it was ready for action: so I again mounted and rode another delightful course. Soon afterwards we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
We did not do “it” again during the short remainder of the night, but when morning came, we woke up with renewed vigour and had a couple of good pokes. For the first one, I made her get outside the bed, and kneel down on all-fours with her legs well separated, and her head resting on the pillow; then I turned her nightdress up to her shoulders, and admired her grand white bottom stuck out so prominently; and, owing to the position in which she was kneeling, I could see the lower part of the pink lips of her pretty, golden-haired, little cunt. Kneeling behind her, I clasped my hands in front of her soft, warm belly; then I thrust my prick between her half-open thighs, deep into the tight slit, until my balls touched her bottom, and poked her in “dog-fashion,” while she moved her loins backwards and forwards briskly to meet my digs.
The second poke was a “St George.” I lay upon my back with my prick pointing up in the air; then Frances knelt over me in a straddling position, with one knee on each side of my body, but with her back turned towards my face, so that I might have a full view of her bottom while the work was going on. She knew what to do; and as I opened the lips of her cunt with my fingers, she lowered herself down till she was spitted on the dart; then, moving herself up and down on her knees, she rubbed my stiff member between the clinging folds of her vagina in a most delightful way; while I, to stimulate her, slapped her bottom with both my hands, till her white skin turned rosy red. And when the discharge took place, she fell forward on her face in a transport of voluptuous excitement, thus dragging the weapon out of its sheath and causing me to sprinkle her upturned bottom with white drops.
Then I got up, went to my dressing-room, had my bath, dressed, and went down to the dining-room, where I was soon joined by Frances, looking as blooming as a rose, and charmingly pretty in a fresh, crisp morning frock. We both had good appetites, and as we ate our breakfast, we charted gaily, but I did not tell her about my visit to Mrs. Leslie.
I remained at home all the morning, and after lunch we drove to Richmond, dined there, and arrived back at the villa about eleven o’clock.