The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
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 by erotic
excitement keep up the discharge for a week or more.
“And it is not, my dear Charlie, from any want of randy lust on my part,
for, especially at first, there is an extreme desire to be well laboured
by the biggest prick one could find in existence; the natural irritation
of the parts seem 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 by seeking for erotic excitement to keep
up the natural discharge for twice as long as it would otherwise endure.
Besides which, 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 a 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 but remember my loved
Mrs. Benson, 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 so early an 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, was unknown to them. But they knew, too, how to inculcate
wisdom for future conduct. I owe every amatory success of my after-life
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 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, perforce 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 Frankland
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 on 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 worse for your bottom.”
Following her cue, I began to implore pity, to promise I would behave
better in short time, etc., etc. But she was inexorable, and ordered me
to lie across her knees. Then, taking me round the waist, she gave a
smart cut or two, really sharp, that made me for the moment wince.
“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.”
She began a series of less and less severe blows, until it ended in a
gentle irritable titillation which very shortly began to show its
effects by the stiffness of my pego—fiercely shoving against the naked
thigh of my loved castigator, who, passing a hand round my body, laid
hold of it, delighted to find how efficacious her proceedings had been.
Pretending to be quite exhausted, she sank back on the bed, and said she
could do no more. I sprang upon her, and we had two more _coups_ without
withdrawing, with the greatest excess of voluptuousness. It was now my
turn, and as she let me slip out of her delicious cunt, I took that up
as a cause of dissatisfaction.
“What! you naughty girl,” I cried, “is that the way you treat your
master, bundling him out of his room in that manner; here, give me the
rod, I must make your bottom pay for your ill conduct—here, kneel on
this footstool, and lay your body over my thighs, no resistance, or it
will be the worse for you.”
“Oh! pray, sir, do forgive me this time,” and she knelt at my side, and
pretended to cry. I forced her down, and she presented her glorious
backside, in all its splendour of rotundity and size, before my
delighted gaze. I seized her round the waist, and first gloated my sight
with all the full and lascivious charms, not only displayed, but in my
power, and I armed with a splendid rod. I gave her two or three sharp
cuts, which made her beauteous buttocks wriggle, but called forth no
remonstrances; but as I continued, in all the rage of lust the exercise
excited, to flog away most severely, she begged me to be somewhat more
gentle. But I flogged on with increased vigour, until she began to
writhe under the severity of the punishment I was inflicting. She
struggled fiercely, at last, to be free, but she was completely in my
power, and I did not spare her until I saw that, changing from severe
pain, her feelings were turning to a storm of lechery and lust. She
became frantic with excitement, and screamed out—
“Cease, darling Charlie, and fuck me directly. I am dying for it.”
I threw down the rod, jumped on the bed, and drew up her loins, so that
she was placed in a kneeling position; she herself seized my bursting
prick, and carried it to the lips of her cunt, where he instantly
engulphed himself to the hilt. Her movements became lascivious beyond
expression, and were urged with a vigour, which brought down in a very
short time a torrent of sperm from both of us. We were too much excited
to stop short, and almost without a pause, a second course was run still
more voluptuously. She was not even then satisfied, but making me lie on
my back, she reversed herself upon me, and we commenced a mutual
gamahuche. I succeeded in making her spend again, and she was able to
bring my pego up to a standing point.
“Now, Charlie, dear, we must finish off behind.”
So getting again on her hands and knees, she guided my willing prick to
the narrower abode of felicity. After first steeping it for a moment in
the moisture of her foaming and reeking cunt, I thrust it into her
bottom-hole. I seized hold of her clitoris, she had her dildo all ready,
and working it herself with one hand, we ran a last course of most
lustful and lecherous enjoyment, which ended in such killing raptures
that we both sank all but insensible on the bed. Exhausted as we were by
the wild excesses we had indulged in, we fell, without moving or
regaining our senses, into a deep and profound slumber, until almost too
late in the morning, so that I had to regain my room the moment we
awoke, without attempting any further amorous toyings. Thus ended my
first experiences as a flogger. The sensation was so new, and the
temptation to lay on with a vengeance was so great, that I had gone
beyond all reasonable bounds in inflicting such a severe punishment on
the glorious bum of my beloved Miss Frankland. I must, however, do her
the justice to say that she comprehended and excused the feelings under
which I acted, only begging me, on any future occasion not to let them
carry me away so far as they had done on this. We several times renewed
this bum flogging, but with more moderate inflictions—sufficient to
highly excite without actually punishing the patient, whichever of us it
might be.
We often after this made flogging the theme of our discussions, and I
gradually led on to the idea she had expressed of Lizzie’s evidently
amorous disposition. She still affirmed that such was her conviction. I
then suggested that it would be worth her while to try and gratify it,
as well for Lizzie’s sake as for the satisfaction of her own letch in
that way.
“I suppose you could easily find a pretext if you desired to do so?”
“Yes, easily enough, the idea excites me, and I shall indulge it.”
I do not remember what the pretext was, but Lizzie was kept in next
afternoon at four o’clock—Mary and I proceeded to the summer house. I
knew we should not be interrupted by Lizzie, and that I need not hold in
for her satisfaction. So I gave Mary all the benefit of our being alone,
and we had four most exquisite and refined indulgencies in every
attitude admitted of by the legitimate entrance to love’s temple. For,
as yet, I had never been able to gain an entrance to the narrower
orifice, which was too small for my formidable weapon to penetrate. It
is odd how easily Lizzie accommodated me in her delicious bottom-hole,
while Mary, older and more womanly in form, was as yet unable to make
room for me in that strait path of bliss. When night came I was all
curiosity to know how my dear mistress had carried on matters with
Lizzie. She told me that Lizzie had been somewhat nervous at first, but
she had spoken kindly to her, told her how her amiable and loving
conduct after her first whipping had won her affection; that she did not
mean to be so severe as on the former occasion, but that discipline must
be kept up.
“So come, my dear girl, drop off your frock, as I shall mine, that the
bundle of clothes may be out of the way, as well as to avoid their being
creased.”
Seeing that Lizzie still trembled a little after she had dropped her
gown, she took her in her arms, and kissing her lovingly, desired her
not to be afraid—she would not punish her much.
“Lift up all your things, my dear, and let me see if any marks of the
former punishment remain.”
Lizzie had a very prominent and very promising bottom. Miss Frankland
felt it all over, and admired loudly its form and firmness, declaring it
was quite beautiful to look at, and how womanly it was growing.
“Turn round, and let me see if you are as womanly in front. Upon my
word, a well-formed mount with a charming mossy covering.”