The Power of Mesmerism
his delighted sister.
Mabel also emitted at the same moment, so that Ethel was almost choked.
Mabel was now ready enough to join in whatever they wished, and every
species of ingenuity conceivable was brought into requisition, in order
to minister to their mutual gratification.
At last Frank retired to his own room, sleeping soundly till late in
the morning, when he awoke with such an awful cockstand and such a
feeling of insatiable lust that he could scarcely put his prick out of
sight in his trousers and make a decent appearance at the breakfast
table.
He easily persuaded his sister to join him in a warm bath, which Mabel
was ordered to prepare at once, and then when they had entered it she
was to lock herself in Ethel's bedroom so that the other servants might
not by any accident discover what was taking place.
Entering the bath, they lay down side by side, and an exquisite feeling
of languor overtook them.
Ethel's hand wandered over her brother's naked form beneath the water,
and his was not idle.
Then rising, they stood facing each other, and slightly extending her
thighs, her brother speedily placed his erect and throbbing prick
within her. They commenced to fuck gently, fondling each other as they
did so.
The convulsive spasms, however, speedily approached, and at the moment
they mutually commenced to spend they sank down in the warm water. The
beautiful warmth of the aromatic bath produced most delicious
sensations flowing up their bottom-holes, as busy fingers worked
excitedly to increase their lascivious abandon, while its action around
their still more sensitive organs of generation caused them heavenly
rapture.
The day before the return of their parents, Frank and Ethel were seated
in the summer house mutually fondling each other's private parts, when
Frank said that the desire he had long felt to see his mother's
glorious nakedness, and if possible to fuck and gamahuche her, grew
stronger every day, and he was resolved to try it by the aid of
mesmerism.
Ethel, blushing deeply, was evidently much excited by the idea, and
confessed that the same feeling with respect to her father had
possessed her for some time.
"Then, my darling," continued her brother, "we will do it."
Mabel now entered, and stopped further conversation by frigging herself
before them, while they also performed the same act for each other,
after which they all returned to the house.
Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge arrived the next day about one o'clock. They
embraced their children with great warmth, but little imagined the
libidinous feelings their endearments produced on their children.
It will be well, before relating what subsequently took place, to
glance at Ethel's school experiences, in order to understand her
lustful desires and warm temperament.
The school in Paris at which she was placed was conducted by a lady of
tall stature, Juno-like form, and a manner which, outwardly mild,
concealed beneath it the fire of raging lust, which she gratified in a
peculiar manner.
She received Ethel most kindly, and kissing her affectionately,
consigned her to the care of a young lady some three or four years
older, who would be her special companion and share her bed.
She was afterwards introduced to the other young ladies, and at once
felt thoroughly at home.
When they retired for the night, Ethel's companion, Minette, insisted
on helping her to undress, and although from a natural feeling of
shyness Ethel did not like it much, she did not wish to appear
ill-natured or ungrateful, so she permitted it.
Minette managed in this operation, apparently by accident, to bring her
hands in contact with Ethel's naked body as much as possible, which
caused blushes to mantle her face, as she felt the contact of the soft,
pulpy hand.
Ethel now got into bed, having first rendered similar assistance to
Minette, who did not possess the shyness of her younger friend, but
before putting on her nightdress completely bared her whole body before
the eyes of Ethel, who was somewhat surprised to see such large
prominent breasts and a profusion of hair covering her cunt.
She immediately embraced Ethel on getting into bed and endeavored to
interlace their legs, which somewhat surprised the new pupil, and made
her keep them close together, not knowing the meaning of such
proceedings.
Before sleeping they lay apart, and Ethel, tired out as she was,
speedily sank into a refreshing slumber.
She dreamt that every portion of her body was pervaded by the most
delicious sensations, but could not conceive the cause, and when she
awoke in the morning was surprised to find one of Minette's hands
between her thighs, whilst another rested on her little breasts.
Her companion was asleep, or pretended to be so, and was entirely
uncovered, the bed-clothes having slipped off. She was lying on her
back, her legs widely extended, and her cunt moist, slightly open and
occasionally twitching with a spasmodic throb, whilst she sighed gently
and smiled in her sleep.
Ethel was possessed by a nameless sensation, and actuated by curiosity,
ventured to look closer at the full-blown cunt, which seemed to rivet
her gaze, and saw a little fleshy lump protruding from between the
luscious-looking vermillion lips.
Struck with amazement, as she herself had nothing of the kind, she
touched it gently with her fingers. It throbbed, and Minette sighed
slightly, and said, in a kind of subdued whisper, "Oh, do go on, rub
your finger about, my darling Clara, it is so exquisite!"
She was evidently asleep, and imagined someone else was with her.
Ethel, hardly knowing what she was about, commenced to rub the little
lump, and was surprised still more to find that Minette moved uneasily,
opening and shutting her legs, till at last she heard a profound sigh,
and Minette lay motionless.
Ethel felt a strange throbbing, and her finger was immediately wetted
with a warm gush of thick creamy glutinous something which was emitted
from the cunt of her bedfellow.
This so affected her that she withdrew her finger, and lay apart from
her companion again.
Presently the sleeper awoke, and they dressed, Minette again insisting
on various squeezings and fondlings, which now produced on Ethel a most
strange effect, perfectly incomprehensible to her, whilst Minette
seemed also intensely excited.
However, they descended to breakfast without any further adventure,
except that another pupil, Mademoiselle Rosalie, a frolicsome blonde,
handed Ethel on the sly a piece of poetry in English, which she
pretended she could not read herself but which might perhaps interest
"la belle Anglaise."
Ethel put the printed slip away in her bosom, and afterwards read at
her leisure as follows, a very comical parody:
PITY THE SORROWS
(Parody on Pratt's "Pity the Sorrows of a Poor Old Man," Annual
Register 1770, page 222)
Pity the sorrows of a fat young wife,
Whose youth and vigour make her pine the more!
Whose bounding pulse with hot desire is rife,
O give relief, and heaven shall bless your store!
These rosy cheeks, my bursting youth bespeak,
These beaming eyes proclaim my ardent quim,
But O! my husband is so cold and weak,
I might be dead, and buried too, for him!
My widow'd sister Mary pines like me,
But while he liv'd, her husband was a man!
My married sister Lucy smiles to see,
How oft I'm baffled since my hopes began!
I will not, cannot tell, for very shame,
All that is wanting to the married state,
To be a wife in nothing but the name,
Is a most wretched, miserable fate!
Though chaste in heart, and willing to be chaste,
What virtue can withstand the waltz's whirl?
Tom, Jack, or Harry's arm about my waist,
Belly to belly throbbing, boy with girl!
To sup on partridges and to drink champagne,
Stirs my hot blood to fever's ardent glow,
And then the waltzing round and round again,
Drives me quite mad! O what, what can I do?
I'd willingly be wise and chaste, God knows!
But O, it drives me wild with amorous pain,
To feel the embracing arms of waltzing beaux,
To meet the piercing glance of charming men!
O, tell me, have I err'd? Impart the truth!
My inmost heart is open to conviction,
Deeper, O deeper still, dear vigorous youth,
O, give me every inch of thine erection!
Pity the sorrows of a fat young wife,
All, all my sins are lying at your door,
Bestow on me the biggest joys in life,
Oh, give relief, and heav'n shall bless your store!
Our school-girl was more perplexed than ever by this effusion: what was
that something always required by blooming young wives or widows so
mysteriously hinted at in the lines as she read them over and over
again to herself?
At the close of their morning studies Madame Cul addressed her pupils
and stated that Mademoiselle Rosalie had not completed her French
exercises to her satisfaction, and as she could not allow idleness and
carelessness to exist in her establishment, she would be birched in the
presence of the whole school after luncheon.
Ethel stared in amazement, but Minette lovingly placed her arm round
her waist and whispered, "It is the custom here, but you will soon get
used to it, and even enjoy the sight."
According, before the commencement of afternoon studies, Madame Cul
entered the schoolroom, followed by two well-formed but muscular and
strong housemaids, and when all were assembled, said, "Mademoiselle
Rosalie, come here and take off everything except your chemise, shoes
and stockings. The maids will assist you to do so."
The poor girl advanced tremblingly, for she had not long entered the
establishment, and this was but her second birching.
When she was divested of her dress Madame Cul directed one of the
housemaids to assist her in getting on the other one's back, where she
was securely held by the hands, the servant acting as horse, having her
firmly gripped by each wrist, whilst the other strong young woman was
directed to hold the victim's legs well apart.
Ethel gazed as if fascinated by the pretty and luscious sight presented
to her view; it was so exciting to see Rosalie, who was about sixteen,
with an exquisitely fair complexion, her face flushed with shame, with
deep blue eyes brimful of tears, just ready to run down the crimson
cheeks, as Madame Cul raised first her skirts, which brought to view
the poor girl's pretty legs, dressed in most interesting boots, white
silk stockings, and delicately trimmed drawers.
The poor girl seemed to quiver all over with emotion, as she first
sobbed and then cried for mercy in a most piteous broken voice, "Oh,
Madame, do pray punish me in private as you did at first. Ah, no, no! I
can't bear the shame of their all seeing my poor naked bottom."
"Silly girl, hold that whimpering noise, you deserve all this disgrace,
did I not tell you how I would punish you before the whole school next
time?" said Madame, evidently with some excitement, as she opened the
girl's drawers behind, and pinned up the tail of her chemise with all
the rest of the impedimenta round the victim's waist, till at last they
had a very fair view of Rosalie's lovely little pink-lipped cunt, upon
which the incipient growth of soft down was only just beginning to be
perceptible, and another delightful item displayed to view was her
tight wrinkled little bum-hole, set in a frame of soft-tinted delicate
brown, beautifully in contrast with the snowy whiteness of the
well-developed buttocks.
Madame now raised the birch with which she was provided, and commenced
to lash the bottom so invitingly exhibited, increasing the severity of
her cuts as she went on. Then resting a little she seemed to watch with
much satisfaction the wriggling of the fair penitent, the cheeks of