“A woman? In my house? God forbid.”
“And why not? One of these respectable women you have so many of in England, these governesses I mean – daughters of clergymen and such, right-minded, well-educated, strong-handed young ladies, certificates all in order – I mean one of those women who can take a boy like yours in hand and make a man of him.”
Mr. Lovel was silent; he played with the nipple of his mistress’ swelling breast with an absent air as she went on.
“Yes, and you must make sure you find one that’s prepared to use strong measures, Arthur. The boy wants the discipline, you know.”
“Eh? You mean that’s the way to cure him of this vile habit?”
“I do indeed. There’s only one way of breaking the boy of it. It must be fairly flogged out of him. So see you get the right kind of governess, and leave the rest to her.”
Mr. Lovel was silent once more for a few moments; then he nodded briefly, as if to himself, and turned his attention back to the naked woman who was still skilfully masturbating his own member. His hands were toying now with her ample buttocks, seeking the anus.
Kate laughed. “You’re ready for more buggery now, are you not? Well, and so am I... Come now, I’ll suck you again for a bit so you can slip in easily and take your pleasure as you like it.”
Mr. Lovel smiled as her warm wet mouth closed around the bulb of his penis, enjoying the complex caress of mobile lips and the rapid titillation of a strong and expert tongue. His eyes closed luxuriously as one of his mistress’ hands massaged his tense testicles and the forefinger of the other, swiftly moistened between her own thighs, slipped into his rectum and tickled the entrance cleverly; he was already tasting in anticipation the pleasure of buggering his mistress.
For Mr. Lovel, like many Englishmen of his station at that period, greatly preferred to sodomise his women: this, to his mind, was a form of pleasure much superior to that of regular intercourse; and indeed it was many years since he had ejaculated anywhere but in a woman’s bowels or mouth, places which seemed to him ideally fitted for the reception of his sperm. Even Lady Edith had been obliged to submit to this predilection of his, though most unwillingly, as soon as Richard was born; and her air of shrinking and disgust had compared most unfavourably, to her husband’s mind, with the eagerness for the same species of penetration shown by his mistress.
Here we must remark that this rather unusual taste of Kate’s had been developed at an early age and in a manner which, as her protector often thought, did great credit to the standards of her class; for the fact was that her father, a poor workingman who had lost his wife when their daughter was barely twelve years old, had, instead of inflicting a stepmother on the sensitive young girl, transferred his whole affections to her herself and taken her to his bed; and there, out of consideration for her virginity, he had continued to sodomise her most lovingly for seven or eight years, thus sowing the seeds for that passion which was the source of the mutual pleasure now enjoyed by Mr. Lovel and herself.
Now, after bestowing a final vigorous tonguing to her lover’s magnificently erected organ, she rose and disposed herself to receive it in its favourite place, stretching her smooth buttocks with her hands to afford an easier passage into the tight and handsome rectum. Mr. Lovel’s eyes fixed greedily for a moment on the light brown wrinkled lips that were already puffing and contracting rhythmically in their eagerness to welcome his member; then with a deepdrawn sigh of pleasure he placed its head against the orifice, and pushing firmly, insinuated it slowly in the moist and reeking passage. Kate, with an expert writhing movement of her loins, and herself already panting with pleasure, then let it play in and out near the entrance to her bowels for the next few minutes, affording its bulb a veritable massage with the well-developed muscles of her moist sphincter, and all the while titillating her own clitoris so as to keep abreast of her lover’s pleasure. Gradually she admitted the stiffly thrusting member deeply and more deeply, and then, quite beside herself with lust, kept doubling and straightening her spine, panting out all manner of obscenities and encouragements to Arthur and frigging herself wildly until, as his warm sperm gushed into her bowels, she reached her own crisis and united the spasms of her shaken frame with his.
But is spite of his enjoyment with his mistress, Arthur had not forgotten the problem of his son; and a few minutes later he returned to it.
“So I must engage a governess for Richard,” he said thoughtfully as Kate was tenderly sponging his flaccid member.
“Ah, but be sure you engage the right kind, the flogging kind.”
“And how the deuce do I make sure of that?”
“Why, you just insist on firmness; for that’s the word they will understand. See, when you advertise, you must state that it’s for a boy that needs a firm hand.”
Arthur watched abstractedly as she rolled his soft member delicately in a linen handkerchief to dry it. “A firm hand, eh?” he said with a smile.
“Aye. That will mean the whip, you know. It’s well known in their world.” She shook scented powder over the now shrunken flesh and patted it in lightly. “Ah, it may be a fool I am in telling you to take a woman into your house, Arthur. But my heart goes out to the poor boy, who is in a fair way to ruin his health and prospects by all that playing with his thing.”
Arthur bent forward and kissed his mistress tenderly on the cheek. “Ah, Kate,” he murmured, “you need have no worries on the score of losing me to any governess.” He smiled. “Is it likely I should ever find a woman as fit for my pleasures as yourself? No, my dear, the woman who likes a member up her rectum is all too rare in this world at any time, as I well know.”
“Well, that’s true enough. And I think I know your other tastes and likings in bed better than anyone else will be able to – be she lady, servant, governess, or even a common whore like me.” And in a sudden burst of affection she pressed her lips to his hand.
Arthur Lovel was deeply touched. “Indeed, Kate my dear,” he said, fondling her handsome head, “you are the dearest and wisest whore I have ever had. But come now, let us go back to bed. You shall suck me nicely now, for I think I should like to spend once again; only this time it will be in that lovely mouth of yours which gives me not only such pleasure but such good advice.”
CHAPTER TWO
By the end of the following week an avalanche of letters had descended on the sombre mansion in Great Portland Street.
“Devil take that notion I had of advertising,” thought Mr. Lovel. “I can’t wade through all this.”
Nevertheless he had already opened three or four letters and cast his eye over them rapidly, noting that his prime requirement had been very perfectly grasped: the writers all professed their firmness, and left no doubt that they were in fact domestic flagellants possessing a high degree of skill and experience. The very existence of such women was something which the worthy man had never suspected.
“How curious,” he was thinking, when his valet Thomas entered with the announcement that a woman wished to see him.
“A woman? Here?” said Mr. Lovel, taken aback and immediately suspicious. “What sort of a woman?”
“A young sort of woman, sir. What you’d call a young woman, I suppose, sir – only, she’s so – so ...” Thomas seemed at a total loss for words.
Mr. Lovel, who had long known that Thomas’ descriptions partook of a supreme fogginess, reproached himself inwardly for having asked the question, and ordered the lady shown in.
She entered immediately.
Mr. Lovel saw before him a tall young woman in her middle twenties, dressed with quiet elegance. A brunette with a very white skin, she wore her dark, almost black hair in a plain style under her small bonnet, parted from forehead to crown and drawn smoothly back to a heavy chignon at the nape of her strong, graceful neck. Her brow was well-shaped and intellectual, the nose was straight, short and full