The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
“Now Master Dale,” said the doctor, “you and I have an account to
settle, follow me.”
And without a word further he led him into his private room, where, as
was generally understood in the school, he birched the worst offenders.
Arrived in the room alone with the young culprit, he locked the door,
and taking a large cutting birch rod from a closet, sat down on a sofa.
He called the youth to him and told him to unbutton and let down his
trousers, and tuck up his shirt well under his waistcoat. This being
done, the doctor said—
“Now, Master Dale, we shall see if this birch will cool your itching for
feeling your pretty cousin’s private parts.”
Poor Dale had never yet been punished more severely than by the hand of
his mamma, and certainly trembled at the sight of the formidable birch
rod threatening his now bare bottom; yet, notwithstanding his fears, the
allusion to the pretty private parts of his cousin so fired his
imagination that his cock instantly stiffened and stood out, to the
infinite delight of the doctor, who augured therefrom a future further
felicity. Keeping him standing close beside him, and enjoying the sight
of his youthful charms so deliciously exposed immediately before his
eyes, he proceeded—
“So, Master Dale, you have, it seems, been gratifying yourself with
looking and feeling between the legs and thighs of a pretty young girl
of fifteen, your cousin, is she not?”
“Yes, sir,” sobbed out the youth.
The doctor’s gaze was fixed upon the stiff and rampant member of the
youth, watching the throbbings produced by every allusion to the
luscious scene of the day before.
“Now, come, tell me all about it,” said he, putting his arm round the
sobbing boy’s waist, and making him stand still closer beside him. “Was
she such a very pretty girl?”
Another throb of the rampant member.
“Yes, sir.”
“And you saw all her legs, thighs, plump little bottom, rosy pouting
little _slit_”—(_throb_—_throb_—_throb_)—“moist with the dew of
excitement and amorous play eh?”
The little machine seemed ready to burst at the thought of it.
“And did it have the same effect as I see it now has on _this?_ Dear me,
how naughty it is.”
And here the lecherous doctor took the rampant little cock in his hand
and pressed it.
“And what did she do to this, did she touch it so?” squeezing it gently.
“Yes, sir,” stammered out the youth, who was getting greatly excited.
“And so?” said the doctor, passing his hand gently and caressingly up
and down the stiffened and throbbing little cock.
“Yes, sir.”
“And so, too, I’ll be bound,” pushing back the foreskin off the head,
and as quickly replacing it, several times.
“Ye—es. Oh! sir; oh! oh!”
The boy’s feelings, as the doctor swiftly frigged his cock, began to be
exquisite. The doctor could not resist the temptation of bringing things
to a crisis. Clasping the youth tightly with one arm, he continued his
toying with the plaything in a quick exciting manner, apparently without
reflecting upon what he was about, uttering, at intervals—
“Dear me,” and “how naughty it was of you; but how pretty she must have
been to tempt you to do so, was it not?”
The lovely youth was now in paradise. In the exquisite sensations of
pleasure he felt he was losing all consciousness when the doctor
suddenly stopped short and said—
“This is indeed, a pretty piece of business, seducing your young cousin;
you must be cured of such doings in future by means of a good flogging
with an excellent birch rod, and on this your saucy bottom.”
Here he let fall the arm that had clasped the boy’s waist, and let his
hand wander over the plump, hard, and lovely orbs. The doctor now took
up the rod which he had previously dropped to occupy his hand with the
charming young prick he had just been so deliciously frigging. Shaking
the rod angrily at the now trembling youth, he exclaimed, in a fierce
voice—
“Now, you young rascal, down, down on your knees, and beg to be
flogged.”
The poor boy was forced, trembling, to obey. This over, the doctor
commanded the delinquent to lie down across the sofa. Reluctantly he
complied, but at last he straddled across it with his snow-white plump
backside fully bared to view, and a fair mark to the threatening rod. He
looked like a young Adonis displaying his beauties to a satyr. The
doctor was greatly excited at the lovely prospect, and gloated his eyes
on the beautiful display, and, then and there, there sprang up a
determination to fully enjoy the ravishing of these virgin charms before
many weeks were over. Lifting the rod on high, he cried out—
“Now, you young villain, I’ll teach you to look up young ladies’
petticoats again, I warrant.”
Clasping him tight round the waist, the rod descended smartly on the
lovely hillocks of the boy’s charming backside.
“There! there!” cried the doctor at each blow.
“Oh! sir, oh! Do pray forgive me!” screamed the beautiful youth, as he
felt the stinging strokes descend on his hitherto virgin posteriors.
“Oh sir. Oh! sir. I’ll never do so any more. Oh! sir. I won’t indeed.
Oh! pray, sir, have mercy.”
The doctor, whose erotic passions were fully aroused, was deaf to all
his entreaties, and kept on flogging harder and harder, and faster and
faster while the poor boy’s bottom bounded and tossed upon the sofa; but
he was kept in a firm position by the strong arm of the doctor, who, to
hold him the faster, had laid hold of the stiff cock still at full
stand.
“No, no,” said he, “you shall not escape my cuts, I assure you,” cutting
at the lovely delicate buttocks with all his might.
“Oh! oh! sir; mercy, mercy; I can’t bear it.”
“You must bear it, you young rascal you shall have no mercy until I have
made your bottom bleed for your crime.”
The poor youth, from the pain he was suffering, bounded up and down on
the sofa as he felt the stinging blows descend upon his bottom. This
action caused his standing cock to rub up and down in the doctor’s warm
hand, who seemed to have accidently laid hold of it. The effect was such
that the poor youth hardly knew whether he felt most pleasure or pain,
for while his posteriors were of a burning heat, the warmth flew to the
opposite part, which was so deliciously clasped in the doctor’s
caressing hand. He ground his teeth with pleasure and pain, he ceased to
cry out, but sobbed and moaned with the excess of indefinable feelings.
The doctor never ceased lecturing him, dwelling continually on the
beauties of his lovely young cousin and the scene in the arbour. He
thought but of her, of her lovely pink little slit so sweetly shaded
with soft downy short curls; how she had so charmingly caressed his
cock, until he felt a heave and a shudder, another, a sensation as if he
was going to expire, a short cry, a catching of his breath. Wildly and
vigorously he thrust his member down on the doctor’s warm hand, he shut
his eyes, he felt not the rod, although the doctor redoubled the strokes
with all the force of his arm, and drew blood at every cut. A bound, a
convulsive start, and he felt as if his lifeblood were coming from
him—out it spurted in large drops on the sofa and on the doctor’s hand.
The youth had with difficulty shed another tribute to Venus. For a
moment or two he felt as if in paradise, but a sharp cut from the rod
quickly aroused him. He was soon fully alive again to its tortures.
“Why, you young rascal, what is this you have been doing on my best
sofa, eh, sir?” said the doctor.
Another sharp stroke demanded a reply.
“I, sir. Oh! sir; indeed I—that is—indeed, I don’t know.”
“No lies or evasions here, sir, for they will not avail you. Your bottom
shall pay for this nastiness. Why, what is it? What can it be? I never
saw the like of this in my life, I declare,” and he examined it with his
eyeglass, saying more to the same effect.
Poor Master Dale was, we know, quite in the dark as to what it could be,
or how it came there.
“Has this ever occurred to you before,” asked the doctor.
“Yes, sir, yesterday, when my cousin was caressing it in her mouth,”
replied the frightened youth, “but I really don’t know how it happened,
and did not mean any harm.”
“Oh, indeed!” said the doctor, “your mother did not mention that, did
she see you?”
“No, sir, it happened just as she was coming through the shrubbery, and
was all over before she reached the arbour.”
“And so your cousin took it into her mouth, why did she do that?”
“She was curious to see what was under the skin of its head, and finding
it would not go back without hurting me, she put it into her mouth to
wet it and make it go back easier, which it did for the first time; she
pulled it forward again, and again put it into her mouth to push the
skin back with her lips, when I felt funny all over, and something came
out of me into her mouth.”
“Indeed! Well, you must tell me all about that another time. This
flogging will be enough for the present, but I shall punish you for your
nastiness some other time. Put up your trousers, in a day or two I shall
want you in this room to pay for your dirty conduct.”
The poor boy retired, sobbing hysterically.
The second day after this the doctor sent for Master Dale, who, in the
meantime, had occupied the bedroom next to mine. The doctor was in his
private room in his dressing-gown, long and flowing, so that for the
moment it concealed the fact that he had nothing but his shirt on below
it. He received Master Dale somewhat sternly, saying—
“Now, sir, for your punishment for your last nasty misconduct.”
“Oh, sir,” said the frightened and trembling youth, “I really could not
help it,” and he began to cry. “Oh! pray, sir, don’t flog me so hard
again.”
“The more trouble that you give me, the harder will be the flogging. Now
take off your jacket and waistcoat.”
The youth did so.
“Now come close to me.”
The doctor then lowered down Dale’s trousers, and raising his shirt,
contemplated with great pleasure the pretty belly of the lovely boy, and
then turning him round, under pretence of seeing if the weals of the
last flogging were still visible, he gazed on his white firm backside
and swelling thighs, examining the marks still left from the previous
punishment. He then turned him round, and inspected the pretty little
cock, which, under the mortal fear he was in, hung down its head in a
limp and pitiable state.
“And so this is the little offender,” said he, applying his hand to it,
and squeezing and pressing it gently. “What a naughty little thing it
is!”
The youth could not avoid showing the pleasure these lascivious caresses
gave him, and smiled.
“Oh, don’t smile, sir, this is no laughing matter. Look at the marks of
the mess you made on my sofa,” pointing to it. “I can’t have my
furniture spoiled in this manner, so if your little cock is to be
naughty again, I must flog you upon my knees, but first come here; take
off these trousers, which hanging about the legs are only in the
way—there. Now sit down on my knee, and tell me all about this naughty
little thing.”
He drew aside his robe, so that the boy’s bare bottom came in naked
contact with his brawny naked thighs, and the youth could feel the
doctor’s prick swelling up, although that part was still covered with
his shirt. The doctor, taking hold of the youth’s now standing prick,
asked if it had ever behaved so badly before the scene with his pretty
young cousin.
“No sir, never. I never thought of it until I got sight of her bare
bottom and other parts by accident.”
The doctor continued his toyings, caressing the young balls, and feeling
all over the plump and firm backside.
“Why, he is going to be naughty again!” said the doctor, as the youth’s
prick throbbed under his exciting touches. “I must flog your bottom for