I will therefore take them in rotation, from no. 1, to no. 20. room 1.
Last night this room was hired by young Sir Charteres Neville. Miss Sophy Buller, to whom the chamber belongs, is as pretty a piece of goods as you ever saw in your life; a little woman, exceedingly well made, and just turned twenty.
She has the most languishing black eyes in the world, and her fine hair, which is a rich chesnut colour, she wears au naturel, as the French say, that is without powder or ribbons; only on one side of her head is attached, jauntily enough, a real damask rose.
She has a skin perfectly smooth, white, and polished as marble. Her breasts are two hard,white balls, which, without the aid of stays, stand bolt upright, and are of great size and volume.
Her waist is little, and this beauty very much enhances the delicious bulge of her plump hips and posteriors, Sure no one but your ladyship has such lovely hemispheres, as one of my gentlemen calls them; beginning at the fleshy part of her thigh,they seem to meander away upwards quite to her waist, where they terminate, leaving two deep dimples on either side of the ravishing crease.
For the rest, she has a belly smooth and white,cunny tight and well fledged, a well turned leg,and small feet.
Sir Charteres, who is a handsome young man as any girl could desire, appeared very fine in his embroidered suit and full bottomed periwig,sword, bag, and solitaire.
He entered the room laughing, with his arm round Sophy's waist, in great glee at finding the dear girl disengaged. She is his favorite piece, for, as the saucy gentleman observed to me one day, — 'Phoebe, ' says he, ' for a jolly good fuck,give me a girl with an arse of her own; none of your flimsy slips of girls will suit my fancy.- plenty of white, firm flesh, Phoebe, that's the thing I require.'
Bless the dear young fellow's heart, he got all he wanted in Sophy!
As soon as he had secured the door, he said, — 'Come, my dear, off with your rattletraps,clothes are great enemies to the rites of Venus. '
And so saying, he began to set the example, pulling off his things with astonishing alacrity, Sophy laughed to see how quick he was, but, as she was not encumbered with much dress beyond her loose jown and smock, she very soon stood up in her dockings and shoes, all else being entirely naked.
At this sight, the young gentleman tore off his breeches, the only thing he still wore, and bounding to her, he caught the sweet girl in his arms, and buried his face in her bubbies. Then he lifted her up, and thrusting out his tongue, he licked her nearly all over-her titties, her cunny, her dimpled bum, arms, face; and then, as if he had not satisfied his hunger, he finally thrust his fiery tongue into her little rosy mouth.
She, being an adept in her art, and, as I can assure your ladyship, one of the best performers, in the whole world, expanded wide her plump thighs, — then seizing on his hard, red-headed staff, she guided the restive steed into the stable.
This action on her part so excited Sir Charteres that, tipping her back on the bed, he was upon her in a moment.
It was a sight that did my heart good, to see these two young creatures, in the bloom of youth, health and beauty, enjoying all the sweets of love. For now Sophy began to wriggle and twist, first throwing one leg over his back, then the other, now with a desperate bound tossing him up, then with expanding limbs catching him again, like a game of cup and ball; but human nature could not stand this, sort of thing very long, and so, amidst sighs and coos, and, «Oh, my precious loves,» and «Ahs,» and «Urrs,» the climax came, and dissolved in bliss; they then lay for some minutes in each other's arms quite still.
But soon the fire of desire, again played in veins of the young lover, and rising, he made kneel upon all fours on the bed; then, after kissing and caressing those bulging Turkish beauties of hers, he pointed his rampant prick at the right spot and seizing on her bubbies he began to move with great rapidity, going home to the hilt at every thrust.
Nothing I can assure your ladyship, could be more exhilarating and exciting than this scene, Sophy bounding, and ever and anon, by the flexibility of her loins, giving her buttocks a voluptuous shake.
The smacking of his belly against them, and then the great beauty of the two forms — nothing could be finer. It was a triumph of nature, and I could not help regretting that Mr Gervaise was not with me, to make a drawing of the pair.
«But, alas! the greatest pleasures in this life are but fleeting,» as the worthy Sir Charles used to say, for in about five minutes their sighs came short and quick, their ejaculations of bliss commenced, and soon all was over for that bout. So, leaving my young lovers to recover themselves, I thought I would see what was going on in Room II.
Here a very different scene was enacting.
The first person my eyes rested on, was a tall middle-aged man, dressed entirely in black, but the brilliants of the finest water which sparkled in the buckles of his shoes and in his silver mounted sword,the delicate whiteness of his hands, and the costly Mechlin lace ruffles which shaded them, smacked too much of la mode, for any person to be mistaken in the quality of the gentleman. He was in fact, no other but your old friend Lord Fartington. He was leaning in the most graceful attitude against a cabinet, holding in his right hand a formidable looking birch, rod tied up with scarlet ribbon. In front of him stood three remarkably pretty young girls thirteen or fourteen years of age, who were, in fact my flogging pupils, who went by the names Cherry, Merry, and Frolic.
Miss Cherry was in the act of horsing the lovely Frolic; while Merry, laughing all the time, rolled up her clothes to her shoulders, and prepared to hoid her feet.
As soon as all was ready; and the peach-like budding bottom of the sweet girl well exposed to view, together with a charming rosy cunny, perfectly free from any vestige of hair, which pouted out impudently beneath those tempting globes, his lordship advanced and imprinted on them a rapturous kiss. Then, standing back two or three feet, he raised his arm.
«Now miss," cried he, affecting great anger, «I'll teach you not to be naughty any more, a good sound flogging will do you good."
With that he commenced laying on in good earnest, and with all the strength of his arm.
At first, the poor little buttocks of miss Frolic only assumed a deep carnation hue, but soon up rose large weals, the blood started forth and ran down her thighs. She roared, the screamed for mercy.
"Oh, oh, oh! my lord, for heaven's sake! Ah it is dreadful. Mercy! Mercy!"
But the excitement was too charming to Lord Fartington, he felt a sensible thrill of delight with every stroke he gave, and relaxed not his blows till quite exhausted, and the rod worn to a stump, he sank down on the floor.
As for poor Frolic, she was carried, fainting and moaning to her room. And here, my lady, I may ike occasion to remark, that for my part I never would see the pleasure of this flogging letch. My late exccellent friend and patron had the penchant a little in his youth, and there were times when he would amuse himself by birching Daphnis and Chloe, but he never hit very hard, and only made their bums glow rosy and red. As to drawing blood and beating them in this barbarous manner, he was altogether too humane for that. But hear the sequel of this singular scene.
By the time Merry and Cherry had returned to No.2; his lordship was on his legs again, as right as trivet. Then my two little dears, knowing quite well their parts, began to reproach him for his cruelty, and at length seizing upon him, had his breeches down in a trice; then they tied his hands, and pushing him forward on the bed, Merry seized his legs. While Cherry, taking a bran new rod out the closet, belaboured his buttocks most furiously.