Gynecocracy

And one day, when Agnes, while we were out walking, complained of my impudence and disobedience because I would not climb a tree to please her by displaying my nakedness, it was Beatrice who suggested to Agnes to whip me with nettles.

The punishment was cruel. Agnes stung me more than she whipped me. While I lay on my face on the soft mossy bank, held down, my Beatrice slowly drew the bunch up and down between my legs and did not forget to include Mons. Priapus and his purse. For three days subsequently I suffered great pain.

It was upon one of our half-holiday afternoon rambles that Beatrice first attacked me.

We were in a lonely and out-of-the-way part of the wood, and Agnes in her romping with me had very much disordered my clothing. My drawers Beatrice had already removed and they were stowed away in her pocket.

"Now, you harlequin," began Beatrice, seating herself upon a mound of grass under the green spruce firs and looking very imperious in her luxurious girlish beauty, "just you come here and reply to my questions."

"Here is a sceptre," gaily cried Agnes, putting into Beatrice's hand a bundle of fir twigs; and, sitting down beside her with a smiling countenance, she regarded me with a comical expression of mixed solemnity and amusement.

"Kneel down there, Julia, in front of us."

"I'll tell you," cried Agnes. "We'll strip him, tie his hands, and make him sit or lie on the ground between us."

No sooner said than done. Agnes flew to me, and quickly rid me of all my clothing, notwithstanding my frantic opposition. My cries and protests were unheeded. Agnes grasped me violently while Beatrice quickly divested me of every single garment, and sat upon them.

Agnes then tied my hands behind me with a handkerchief and forced me back, downwards on to the narrow strip of green ground between her and Beatrice who towered over me, holding the rods in her hand.

"So Elise sold you to Maud and she took you to her studio. What did she do to you?"

"She-she-"

"Be quick, Julian!"

"She undressed me."

Agnes here squeezed me pitilessly in front.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, don't! Oh, don't, Agnes, you hurt!"

"Of course, I do-I intend to."

"She undressed you?"

"Yes, Mademoiselle came in suddenly and found me."

"Found you!"

"Ye-ye-yes; found me like this-naked in Maud's room."

"Oh!" said Agnes; and she leant over me, playing vigorously with me, and gazing into my face.

"Turn him over!" said Beatrice.

A slight struggle accomplished this.

"Now I shall whip your bottom before we go any further for being naked in my sister's room."

And Beatrice administered a sound flogging with her wretched twigs.

"Now, Master Julian!" said Beatrice, recovering her breath by deep inspirations: "Please account for the blood on Maud's chemise and on the coverlet of the bed. Oh, yes! I saw both before they went to the wash."

"No doubt the blood came from you," continued Beatrice derisively; "the effects of the flogging Maud gave you, no doubt; but I want to hear it from you yourself."

I was aghast.

"Concealment is of no use. Confess!"

"Well, Beatrice, Maud wanted me to stand as a model for a statue; and you know you had made me promise I would not do that, and so I resisted and objected and made excuses."

"And so Maud whipped you; hence the blood, eh?"

"No, Maud began coaxing me and playing with me-"

"Like this?" suggested Agnes, suiting the action to the question.

"Oh, oh, oh, Agnes! Oh, yes!"

"And you slipped your hand underneath her clothes?"

"Yes-no-yes."

"And then she-"

"She lay on the bed."

"Yes, and you became a model for a living statue?"

"Yes!" I gasped.

If my hands had not been bound, I should have covered my face with them.

"And you were mine for five years, and gave yourself away?"

"Oh, Beatrice!"

"Now, just tell us how you did it?"

"She-she-lay down."

"On her back?"

"Yes, on-her-back; and I lay face downwards upon her, with what Agnes has got in her hand inside Maud."

"You wretch! You beast!" exclaimed Agnes.

"Inside her! Where?"

"Oh, inside-"

"What she pees with?" asked Beatrice sternly, and peremptorily.

"Y-e-s."

"You monster!" exclaimed Agnes.

"And what next? Did it shoot something into her?"

"I had-had to-she made me-I forced it in, and Maud bled and then-"

"You went into a convulsion?"

"Yes."

"Very well," said Beatrice. "And now, when last I saw this thing, it had not a red head like that, it was covered with skin. What did your governess do to you?"

"She took me to London and had the skin cut off."

"By whom?"

"By a lady-doctor."

Agnes was listening intensely.

"This is all a mystery to me," she observed.

"Let him lie in your lap a minute, Aggy, and I will show you."

"Oh, no, no, no, I won't. Whatever will Mademoiselle do?"

"Mademoiselle! You are mine, do you forget? Lie on your back, dear."

Agnes soon rolled over.

"Now, Julian!"

I reluctantly reclined upon her.

"Beg her permission to tickle her with your tongue."

"Put his head-there! — Between my legs? Oh, Beatrice!" cried Agnes, with a deep flush.

"Yes; he knows the way. Now, Julian!"