Two Flappers in Paris (7 page)

'Indeed, Nora, you surprise me,' said Evelyn, 'What has become of all your old pluck?'

'Miss Nora used to be brave, then?' said Rose jeeringly. 'What a change!'

'Yes, indeed, she was,' continued Evelyn, 'We used to consider her the bravest girl in the school.'

Evelyn's remarks seemed to rouse Nora's pride.

'I am just the same!' said she, turning up her sweet little nose and looking at us each in turn with her great blue eyes, more blue by reason of the crimson of her cheeks. 'And that there may be no doubt about it I will show it you!... too!'

I burst out laughing at these words. The little darling! She did not see the humour of her remark in her innocence.

For, indeed, if she was to show us haw brave she was, she would have to show it to us, namely that which I was so longing to see. Of her own accord she knelt on the arms of the chair which had been restored to their position by Rose who immediately strapped her knees and hands as she had done in the case of Evelyn.

It was quickly done, for Rose, like myself, found an added excitement from the semblance of resistance which the capricious Nora had offered.

Immediately the back of the chair was tilted backwards, the arms were raised and the machinery which operated them was set in motion in spite of the agonised appeals of Nora.

'Oh, yes! you may cry! You see what you have let yourself in for!' said Rose. 'You will have to show everything at once as a punishment for your resistance. And I am sure that we are about to see something that will be well worth our careful attention, for you are charmingly pretty, Miss Nora!'

The little rogue had murmured this in the culprit's ear and I saw mat she had taken advantage of the opportunity gently to bite the lobe of this ear, which is one of the most exciting caresses that I know, especially when, at the same time, the hand of the operator is 'at work' either under the petticoats or inside the trousers.

Now, Rose's hand was 'at work' under Nora's petticoats in a way which, as she admitted to me later, at once aroused an extraordinary sensation of pleasure.

The skilful ministrant to my desires unbuttoned the drawers and let them down and then, slipping her hand under the chemise, she softly stroked and tickled the trembling globes of Nora's posterior charms.

The strange and novel sensation seemed to drive the sweet girl almost mad. Little cries and entreaties mingled with sighs were evidence of this, as well as the undulations of the loins and the trembling of the bottom which always result in the case of one not accustomed to be thus handled.

But Rose knew that she was not mere to gratify her own pleasure.

Evidently delighted at having thus excited Nora, she stood up, came behind her and turned up the petticoats.

If Nora's bottom was apparently less muscular than Evelyn's it seemed to be just as attractive in the harmony of its curves and the full development of its sumptuous globes.

I have said that the girls of Madame X's school were well known throughout Paris for the smartness of their dressing and Nora's undies were as dainty as those of her companion. The drawers, of fine lawn like those of Evelyn, were now hanging loosely round her knees, and for the first time I caught a glimpse of the soft white flesh between the tops of her stockings and the edge of her chemise.

A moment later and Rose had turned up the chemise and immediately were displayed before me, delightful in the indecent completeness of their exposure, the beauties which so for I had only pictured in my mind. Here, indeed, was the eternal fruit offered to the appetite of man, that wonderful fruit which, from the distant time of the earthly Paradise, has offered itself to the pious hands of the lovers of Eve.

But had there been one fruit in that famous garden like to that which Nora now offered to our unraptured gaze, its mere presence would have explained the madness of Adam.

It was a combination of form and colour calculated to amaze and delight the most experienced painter of the nude. The skin was so soft and fine that one felt a desire to kneel down before the beautiful globes and bite boldly into them and perhaps to smother them with kisses, or to make them quiver with the gentle ridding of the fingers or under the stinging embraces of an elastic birch. In the shady valley, where grew a fair and downy moss, thanks to the wide separation of the thighs I could admire the rosy virgin jewels which seemed to invite my lips.

'Nora,' I said, 'I can assure you that you and Evelyn are perfectly adorable from all points of view. How on earth, darling, could you wish to hide such treasures from us? It would have been a crime, Rose, wouldn't it?'

'A regular crime!' said Rose.

There was no doubt that she was very much excited by the fair charms — Sitbone acandidiara nive, as Ovid would have said—of Nora, and I could not help suspecting in her certain sapphic tastes which I had never been aware of before.

Rose now took up the martinet and, while with her left hand she softly caressed Nora's cheek—very sensitive as I could see to the gentle tickling, she began to whip her bottom, following the same method as she had employed in the 'correction' of Evelyn. From the very first, Nora showed by her contortions and lascivious movements that, though a blonde, she was as sensitive to a whipping as the dark and more highly strung Evelyn. For a long time and pretty severely as it seemed Rose continued to whip her, then she substituted the birch for the martinet when she judged that the right moment had come.

Presently the velvet-covered thongs of the martinet resumed their delightful task, working up to the final scene. The tight little button-hole and the rosy lips, as fresh and pouting and closed as Evelyn's, received the last tender strokes which brought on the inevitable crisis.

Nora's whole body quivered and contracted and then... jerk... jerk..., a panting o...h! o...h! a...h! and a deep sob of delight marked the crowning point of her enjoyment.

Standing just behind her, with her bottom and thighs arranged in such a position that we could see every detail of the child's emotion, we watched the love-fit run its course for a full minute, then the sweet girl seemed to collapse, overcome by pleasure and confusion.

Delightful power of youth! How much, as I watched this charming scene, I regretted my young years when the same simple cause would have produced on my nature the same pleasant effects. But alas, it now required more than a mere whipping to produce in me the final spasm.

Nora, half laughing and half weeping, so intense had been her enjoyment, was unfastened and prettily proceeded to adjust the disorder of her raiment.

'And now, Monsieur Quatrefois,' said Rose shaking a finger at me, 'it's your turn! Oh, yes! and you deserve it. I'm certain that what you have been watching with so much interest has made you feel very naughty! let me see!'

Boldly she came up to me and unbuttoned the front of my trousers with her soft and skilful little hand. Then I felt it creep in under my shirt, just tickle for a moment my balls, and then proceed to the condition of my tool.

'Ah, I though as much!' said she. 'Now, sir, you will have to be whipped: come and kneel down here at once without making any fuss about it.'

It would have been ungracious on my part to refuse after what Evelyn and Nora had been through, so I did at once as Rose directed. Immediately she fastened me down securely and I felt her active fingers unbutton my braces and let down my trousers. Next moment I was aware that I was uncovered from my loins to my knees, and close to me, highly excited and blushing divinely, were Evelyn and Nora, examining me attentively with a somewhat nervous smile. 'Is it I who am to whip you?' asked Rose with a meaning air.

Immediately objections were raised to this.

Of course this was just what I wanted and I asked Rose to accede to their wishes. Rose, highly amused, handed the martinet to Evelyn who, on this occasion, did not fail to assert her right of priority! Evelyn looked first at the martinet and then at my behind and it was evident that she was shy about beginning the operation.

'Well, Miss Evelyn?...' asked Rose smiling, 'what are you waiting for?'

'I... oh... Do you think, mademoiselle, that it will hurt Uncle Jack?'

'Just as it hurt you; no more and no less!'

'But... but where shall I strike?'

'Well! It seems to me that the right place is conveniently displayed! Right across the bottom, to be sure! And another on the lower part, just where it is most sensitive. If you want to produce the greatest feeling of shame and also the highest pitch of sensual excitement it is just across the lower part of the bottom and the upper part of the thighs that you should apply the strokes. But now begin and I will direct you as you proceed.'

And Evelyn began to whip me.

Thanks to the velvet covering of the thongs, the whipping was a mere caress and I had all the impression of being whipped without any of the pain, while I had the special delight of knowing that it was Evelyn— and later on Nora—who was inflicting the pleasant punishment.

When the two little dears had well warmed my bottom. Rose took from them the martinet and handed the birch to Evelyn.

'Now,' said she, 'follow my instructions carefully. Give me your left hand. Do you feel something?'

'Oh, good heavens!' exclaimed Evelyn, drawing back her hand quickly, 'oh, how it frightened me! Whatever is it?..."

'Look and see!'

Rose made Evelyn and Nora stoop down and showed them, standing up along my belly, long, stiff and in a fine state of erection, my devil, just in the condition of that of Father Rustique at the moment when he plunged it into Alibech's hell.

'Oh!' said Nora, 'it's a real one! a real live one!'

'A real live devil!' repeated Evelyn, much moved. 'It's the first we have ever seen, isn't it, Nora?'

'Yes!' said Nora. 'But I wish I could get a better view of it!... It doesn't look dangerous! The very first!'

Tm delighted that it should be mine which has that honour,' I murmured; "you can touch it, it's not dangerous, I can assure you!'

'No, indeed,' said Rose: 'it can't bite or scratch, but I think that, before long, the young ladies will find that it can spit pretty freely!'

This sally of wit on the part of Rose made us both laugh, rather to the surprise of the two girls who were unable as yet to appreciate the joke. Both of them wanted to caress it at the same time, just as one caresses a pretty and curious animal. The condition into which all this put me can be easily imagined!

'That's all very well, young ladies,' said Rose. 'But we forget that your uncle has not yet had the end of his whipping. Now, Miss Evelyn, place yourself here, on his left. That's right Now pass your hand under him, and take firm hold of his devil, as you call it. Yes, that's it... Now that you've got hold of him, birch his bottom again for him nicely, laying the strokes on harder as you go.'

Evelyn obeyed. The sensation of having my prick thus held in her little hand drove me mad, and as the strokes of the birch fell I began to work my bottom backwards and forwards.

The inevitable result would soon have followed if Rose, who had a new idea, had not withdrawn Evelyn's hand.

'Whip him well under the cheeks of his bottom... Steady... gently... not too hard; wait, I will open the arms of the chair wider for you... There, now whip him well down the crack...'

I began to pant and writhe with pleasure but had not quite reached the spending point.

Then I heard Rose speak again. 'Now, it's your turn to birch him, Miss Nora. Do as Miss Evelyn did. But there are no fixed rules. The operator should perform as she thinks best: she should try to put as much variety and personal charm as possible into the performance.'

'Yes, yes,' I said. 'I will explain all that to them later. Now, Nora darling, whip me well!'

My bottom seemed fairly on fire, so delightfully was my skin burning, and Nora, encouraged by what Rose had just said, tried a method of her own.

She passed her left hand well down under my belly and with the tips of her fingers began to tickle my balls and up and down the shaft of my prick, while at the same time she applied the birch to my bottom in such a way that Rose soon saw that I should not be able to restrain myself much longer if my sweet little tormentor continued her operations. She therefore removed her hand as she had done with Evelyn.

'That will do for the present,' said she, 'otherwise I shall not be able to show you something in a moment which will interest you very much.'

'Oh, what is it?' asked the two girls together.

'You shall see. But first let us unfasten your uncle.'

'Oh! But...! ' exclaimed Evelyn, 'it's not finished. He... he hasn't... felt what we felt just now; both of us!'

'Ah!' said Rose laughing, 'that's just what I want to show you...! There...! Your bottom is beautifully red, Monsieur Quatrefois. You have had a really good whipping—but, then, you deserved it Confess it and come and receive your pardon with a kiss from your three tormentors!

I made haste to obey, and I enjoyed from the crimson and fresh lips of my two little flappers, as well as from those of my more experienced young friend, three of the most delightful kisses that I have ever had in my life!

Without giving me time to button up my trousers, Rose, followed by Evelyn and Nora who were most curious to see what was going to happen, pushed me towards a door which opened into a sort of small alcove. It formed, so to speak, a kind of dressing-room to the whipping-room. In it the chief piece of furniture was a large bed covered with a dark red velvet coverlet, while on the walls and ceiling were numerous mirrors.

Rose, pointing the bed out to me, said, 'Be so good as to lie down there, on your back.'

I obeyed without asking for any explanation, knowing well that the good and skilful girl had something pleasant in store for us.

As soon us I had assumed the required position she turned my shirt up over my belly and pulled my trousers down to my knees.

'Oh! how big it is!' exclaimed Nora at once.

"Yes, I really believe it is bigger than Father Rustique's,' said Evelyn.