Frank and I by Anonymous

Author:Anonymous [Anonymous]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wordsworth Editions Limited
Published: 2012-05-19T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The whipping-room – A trip to Italy – Frances becomes a flirt – Spanked for frivolity – A woman punished like a child

The months rolled on; spring and summer had passed, and it was again autumn. I had divided my time pretty equally between Oakhurst and St John’s Wood, and altogether I had managed to amuse myself in a satisfactory manner.

Accompanied by Ford, I had paid several more visits to Mrs Leslie’s establishment, on each occasion seeing a fresh selection of tableaux ; some of the whipping scenes were exceedingly quaint, as the actresses were dressed and coloured to represent quadroon slave girls.

And one afternoon, much to Ford’s delight, and to my own, I must confess – we saw the little girl Ethel, who had committed some offence, birched in reality by Mrs Leslie. There was no tableau arranged on that occasion; and the punishment was inflicted in the ‘whipping-room’ of the establishment, a large apartment situated at the top of the house.

It was well furnished and thickly carpeted, and there were large mirrors on the walls, which, as well as the door and windows, were draped with heavy tapestry; and it contained everything that could possibly be required by the most enthusiastic votary of the rod.

There were cushioned ‘horses’, and sloping benches; long and short ladders; whipping blocks and posts with rings for securing the victim’s wrists and ankles. And, hanging in rows on the tapestry-covered walls, were birch rods of all sizes, whips of various kinds, leathern tawse, straps of all lengths and breadths, and flat, round, wooden ‘spankers’ with long handles.

No one was present but Ford and myself, and when we had taken our seats Mrs Leslie quickly tied the whimpering young culprit, by her wrists and ankles, over one of the flogging blocks; and in another moment, her short petticoats were up, and her drawers were down. Then Mrs Leslie gave her twelve smart cuts with a small, but stinging birch rod, reddening and wealing her plump, little white bottom all over, and making her squeal shrilly.

As Mrs Leslie was skilled in the use of the rod, she had handled it in a most graceful way; so that altogether it had been a pretty little whipping, and Ford was so much excited that he sent for his favourite Rose and took her off at once to a bedroom.

I, however, managed to restrain myself that day. But on two other occasions when I had been more than usually excited by the lascivious play of the girls, I gave one of them a poke; but I did not enjoy either of them much, and I always returned with increased zest to Frances, to whom I had been faithful, with those exceptions.

We got on together very well; she never bothered me, and she was as loving as ever; but with all her love, I think she stood a little in awe of me; which perhaps was only natural, as

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