He all the time making a great to do, pretendig to struggle to free himself, and begging for mercy. When Cherry was tired, Merry advanced with another new rod, so that in ten minutes the bed was covered with blood, and his bum as raw as beefsteak.
Suddenly his lordship sprang off the bed, displaying his pego hard and stiff against his belly.
I have seldom seen a finer erection. «Quick, quick!" he exclaimed; and he seized on little Merry, tossing up her clothes in a moment. Then mounting upon her, he began driving at her little cunny.
The girl was tight and young, and cried out that he was too big for her, that he hurt her.
This seemed to give him great delight; and make her cry out the more, he began nipping her thighs and little bottom with his nails, and growling over her like a wild beast. I every moment expected to see him bite the girl, so rabid did he seem.
Cherry, I must confess, had the best of it, for she was neither flogged nor pinched, but stood behind, cooling my lord's flayed bumbo with a fan and from time to time squeezing his balls.
To a genuine flagellant, all this I dare say, would have been very delightful to behold, but I can assure you, madam, to me it seemed vastly absurd and so ludicrous did my lord look with his wig all awry, and his whipped posteriors, that I had the greatest possible difficulty to keep from laughing.
But when getting off the girl at length (who by the bye, he had well migh split up with his great cock) he went to sit down, but quickly leapt up in an agony of pain, he presented a figure so excessively droll, that I could hold in no longer, an laughed till the tears ran down my face.
"Who's that laughing?", cried Lord Fartington coming at once to his senses, and looking very cross.
"I hope we have no spies here, eh, girl?" he added sharply, turning to Cherry.
"Oh dear me, no! My Lord," she said with toss of her pretty little head,"this is the top bignio in the town, my lord, we has no bullii here."
"But I heard someone laugh," retorted his Lordship, a little softened, however.
"Oh, that's nothing," said Cherry, pertly;"we hear laughter, groans, sobs, cries, screams, oaths and bawdy catches and songs here every night, and never take no notice. No more should your lordship," and she dropped him the prettiest curtsey in the world.
By this Lord Partington had buttoned up his breeches, making however, many a wry face while performing the operation, and setting his wig straight before the mirror, he put on his coat, and buckled on his sword.
Poor Merry was crying on the foot of the bed.
Frolic was in her own room in dreadful pain, and Cherry alone was left to show his lordship the door.
She took a candle and led the way,
Now, it is a peculiarity in Lord Partington that he is always very profuse in promises before he begins his sport, and very parsimonious and rude when all is over. Knowing my customer, therefore,did not leave the little matter of payment to be settled between him and Cherry, but waylaid my Lord on the stairs.
"Well, woman!" said he roughly,"what do you want?"
"Come, come, my lord, be civil, if you please, for know very well what I want without my telling you, I suppose. Marry-come-up! you're not the only sprig of quality that comes to my house by long chalks," I exclaimed, setting my arms akimbo.
"Hey-day! Hey-day! Whats the matter with the woman now?"
"The matter is, my lord," said I, assuming indignant air; a that you have nearly flogged one of my girls to death, and it may be a week before she's fit for business. And as for the other, you well might split her up and spoiled my market. She is a flogging girl, not a fucking one, as you know very well, and you ought to have sent to one of the other rooms for a woman if you wanted one, and not go and take the maidenhead of a young creature like that. Fie! Fie! my lord, I thought you was gentleman. Aud then never to give either of the poor girls a crown for themselves. Oh, my! How do hate mean people!" 'Stop, stop! my good Mrs Kissagen," cried alarmed peer, seeing that I had aroused the whole house, and that heads were popping out of the doors of the different chambers in every direction."For heaven's sake hold your clatter, and name your price.
This was all I wanted, so I now lowered my tone, and coming to the point by degrees, show his lordship out at last with a profusion of smiles and a crisp bank note for two hundred pounds crushed up in my hand.
I now went to look after my girls. I found Frolic dreadfully mauled indeed, and was fain to pacify her with a guinea, and the promise of a new mantilla and having given her some mulled wine and bathed her poor little bum with an astringent lotion I always kept for the purpose, I drew her curtains and left her to repose.
I now returned to № 2, where I found little Merry still crying, and in a great fright lest I should be angry with her for allowing his lordship to take her maidenhead. I comforted her as well as I could, and slipping a crown into her hand, told her to turn up that I might see what damage was done.
The poor little thing had been much torn, and her maidenhead quite gone, with a crack in the skin nearly reaching her anus, and all her cunny very hot and inflamed; her legs and bottom too were pinched black and blue, and in short, she had had quite enough of it. So, after applying some remedies, I have her also some mulled wine, and bid her good night. As for Cherry, as she had played her part pretty well, I took her as a treat to see some of the performances, and we walked off to see what they were doing in No. 3. But I do not want to surfeit your ladyship, so will defer an account of what else I saw in the next letter.
Letter III
TO THE SAME.
Madam,
I resume my pen according to the promise I made your ladyship last week, and will now describe the contents of Room III.
In an easy chair was seated a venerable looking gentleman, who appeared more like a man of eighty than seventy four, which was his real age.
Though so old, he yet took a great pride in his dress, which was cut after the latest French mode.
He wore a superb suit of sky-blue velvet, so covered with gold lace, however, that very little, of costly material was visible. His silk stockings was rolled above the knee, the heels of his shoes vermillion, the buckles set with brilliants, and he wore a large diamond on the ring finger of his right hand. His laced hat which he kept on his perwig was also ornamented with a red plume, and was wickedly cocked over his left eye, after the style affected by all the young bloods and gallants of town. Add to this a rapier of unusual length, and the portrait is complete. I think I need scarcely tell your ladyship who tliis well known personage was, as you must have recognised the likeness, especially when I tell you that he wore a star on the left breast. and the cordon bleu.
The old gentleman was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, playing with his enamelled snuff box, and occasionally taking a pinch, while he attentively observed half a dozen little girls, who, quite naked, played about the chamber, turned head over heels, or scrambled for the sugar plums he now and then threw by handsful amongst them.
Behind him, stood my old friend Chloe (not that she is herself old, bye the bye, for she is but twenty eight, and one of the finest women on town); on a console of marqueterie stood a massy silver salver with a bottle of hypocras and glasses, and her work was to replenish that of the old man.
Every now and then one of the little girls would come within his reach, when he would catch them frig them, kiss them, and let them go again. All this went on with but little variation for nearly half an hour. At length, the old boy turned to Chloe, and said,