The Convent School; Or, Early Experiences of a Young Flagellant
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.
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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