And fiercely cut in,
Till you hardly could pick out
An inch of whole skin.
Then he took a new country,
And he striped the white thighs,
Till the old hall re-echoed
A tempest of cries.
O! firm was his muscle!
And supple his wrist,
And he handled the Rod,
With a terrible twist,
But muscles grow weary,
And arms lose their powers,
There's an end for all nice things,
For floggings — like flowers.
Shrieks Frank Fane, "I'm dying!"
Says Redgy, "You a'nt,
And if you go off
In a bit of a faint,
We'll soon thrash you back
Into living again,
You've not done with swishing
Just yet — Master Fane!"
Now the whipping is over,
And the culprit is free,
I don't think he'll sit down,
This evening for tea!
And when in a fortnight
He's turned down once more,
I fancy he'll find
His bottom still sore.
MY GRANDMOTHER'S TALE or MAY'S ACCOUNT
OF HER INTRODUCTION TO THE
ART OF LOVE.
From an unsophisticated Manuscript found amongst the old lady's papers, after her death, supposed to have been written about A.D.1797.
chapter I.
When I was sixteen years old I was a pupil teacher at the N. School. I had a bedroom to myself, but I always chose one of the elder girls to sleep with me. My favourite, Susey P—, was about my own age, and of a warm friendly disposition. We soon became very intimate, and promised to tell each other all our secrets.
We were both exceedingly curious to know all about the secret pleasures of love, and often talked over the subject at night, all the time fondling and playing with each other's cunts.
"Did you ever hear any name for this little chink, May?"
"Yes, dear, cunt. One of the girls wrote it the other day on her slate. She said that was what the boys called it."
"And what do they call their own things?"
"Pricks."
"Why do they call them pricks?"
"I suppose it is because they prick our cunts."
"Would you like to have your cunt pricked?"
"Yes, I think, I would like it now, for my cunt feels so very hot."
"So it is, and mine is just the same. O May! if my cunt could be turned into a prick what fun we would have."
She then got over me, and rubbed her cunt against mine, while I held the cheeks of her bottom and pressed her in between my thighs.
"May, did you ever notice the lump between the legs of Mr. T—, the resident tutor?"
"Yes, dear, that's his prick, every man has that, though some have it larger than others."