Frank and I

Volume Two
IX

A couple of months passed over rapidly. Frances now always called me “Charley,”-my name is Charles Beaumont-and as I had expected, she turned out to be a most voluptuous girl, becoming the most charming bedfellow I had ever come across. She insisted on sleeping with me every night, — I never objected-but she always went back to her room to bed early in the morning, and so no suspicion was ever aroused among the servants. I taught her practically, much to her astonishment and amusement, all the various positions in which a man can enjoy a woman; and she was always ready for a poke, either by night, or by day. Often on a rainy afternoon, when we were sitting in the drawing-room, not knowing what to do with ourselves, I would make her lean over the back of an easy-chair, so that I could “have” her “en levrette” as the French call it. But I must say it was rather absurd to see what was apparently a young man in his shirt sleeves, bending well over the back of a chair, with his trousers down to his heels, displaying a big, white, feminine bottom.

She liked being poked “en levrette,” for she said I always seemed to get deeper into her in that position than in any other.

It was all very pleasant, but I had begun to think that I should be obliged to make some other arrangements with regard to my sweetheart, for I was afraid that sooner or later she would betray herself. She had let her hair grow much longer than was befitting a “man”; moreover, since she had become a warm, loving woman, she did not keep such a strict guard upon herself as she had hitherto done; and I was in constant dread that the servants would notice her manner towards me.

I was rather bothered too, just at that time, by Lucy; who was still in my service, and who was plumper than ever. As I had as much poking as ever I wanted with Frances, I entirely neglected my buxom housemaid, whom I had formerly poked pretty regularly, and who was, I think, fond of me. She could not understand why I had suddenly given her up: so she used frequently to come to my room on some pretence or other, when she knew I was there. On those occasions, I always had a little talk with her, and sometimes gave her a kiss, but nothing else; so, when she saw that I was not going to “have” her, she would go away, looking very disappointed. However, she was a persevering woman, and one day, she regularly forced me to satisfy her desire.

I had gone up to my room shortly after breakfast to change my coat, and having done so, I sat down in an easy-chair to read a letter which I had received that morning from Maud. She wrote telling me that she was going to be married in a month’s time; and she asked me to come and see her as soon as possible, so that we might settle all oar little affairs. I was not surprised at the news-, for she had before hinted that she was thinking of leaving me.

I had just finished reading the letter, when Lucy came into the room; looking, as usual, very nice in her neat print frock, white apron, and cap with long streamers. She went through the form of arranging the things on the dressing-table; then coming to where I was sitting, she looked at me wistfully with her big hazel eyes, and said: “You never give me a proper kiss now. Have I offended you?”

“No, Lucy, yon have not,” said I, stroking her plump cheek, but not kissing her, as I did not feel the least inclined to make love of any sort at that moment, owing to my having poked Frances several times daring the night and morning,

“Why, you haven’t even kissed me!” she said, pouting her full red lips and holding her face up invitingly. I smiled, but did not touch her.

“Well, I’ll kiss you, rill you give me a proper kiss,” So saying, she dropped on her knees in front of me, and to my astonishment, — for she had never done such a thing to me before-she unbuttoned my trousers, took out my tool, and began manipulating it with a skilful touch, saying with a laugh, as she noticed its very limp condition: “Oh! how miserable and flabby it looks; but 111 soon make it stiff.” Then, bending down her head, she took into her mouth my drooping prick, and began tickling the tip of it with her hot tongue, and drawing the foreskin backwards and forwards over the nut with her lips; soon causing the member to spring up in full erection, and giving me an intense sensation of lascivious pleasure: so much so, that I felt the premonitory symptoms of the discharge. I exclaimed hurriedly: “Stop! Stop, Lucy! or you will make me go off in your mouth. Put it in the right place. Quick!” She let it go, and jumped up, with flushed cheeks, and sparkling eyes, laughing gaily, and at once pulled all her clothes up above her waist; and as she was wearing no drawers, I had a full view, for a moment, of her massive thighs, her big legs, and the forest of curly, brown hair which hid her cunt. Then she turned round, and striding over me backwards, as I sat in the chair, she put her hand between her legs, and raking hold of my prick, guided it into its proper place: then she gradually lowered herself down till every inch of the stiff column of flesh was buried in her cunt, and her naked bottom rested on my thighs. I then unfastened the whole front of her dress; and as she had no stays on, her luxuriant bubbles were only covered by her chemise, which I soon pushed down out of the way; then holding one of her big titties in each hand, I said: “Now Lucy, you must do all the work.”

“All right,” she replied, giggling. Then she began moving herself up and down on the points of her toes; at one moment raising her bottom till only the nut of my tool was left between the lips of her cunt, then at the next moment letting herself down with a flop upon my thighs; each time driving the weapon up to the hilt in the sheath; while I sat still, enjoying the exquisite sensation, and playing with her large, red nipples. Up and down went her bottom, her movements gradually becoming more rapid, and when she felt the “moment” was at hand, she worked with increased vigour, her titties undulating like the waves of the sea. In another instant I “spent,” and the spasm seized her: I could feel a thrill pass over her body; her nipples seemed to stiffen in my fingers, her thighs gripped mine tightly, and she wriggled on the dart that was impaling her, till all was over. Then she leant back against my breast, the pressure of her thighs relaxed, my limp prick dropped out of its place, and the thick, white stuff trickled out of the orifice, down between the cheeks of her bottom as she sat straddled on my lap. She burst out laughing, and said: “I thought I could make yon do it to me!” I also laughed, remarking: “I did not do it to you. You did it to me, you naughty young woman. In fact you have committed an indecent assault upon me, and I am going to give you a good spanking for your misconduct.” Then I placed her in position to receive the punishment.

“Spank away. I like having my bottom warmed,” she said, pulling her chemise and petticoats well up out of the way, and settling herself down across my knees.

It always delighted me to feel my hand rebounding from her fat buttocks; and as she had said she liked having her bottom warmed, I determined to spank her in right smart fashion.

Raising my hand high in the air, I laid on the hot slaps in quick succession all over the broad expanse of white skin, which first became pink, then red, and then crimson: her flesh twitched involuntarily under the resounding smacks of my hand; but for a time she bore the smart, which must have been sharp, without moving, or uttering a sound. At last, however, she could stand it no longer; and turning her head, she looked at me, with an expression of pain on her face, saying, in a quavering voice: “Oh, stop! Stop! I can’t bear any more. My bottom is too sore.”

It must indeed have been sore, for my hand was tingling! I let her get up, and she heaved a sigh of relief; the tears were standing in her eyes and she looked at me rather reproachfully, saying: “You have warmed my bottom. That was the hardest spanking you have ever given me.” She added, with a little laugh: “You have made me pay dearly for my kiss.”

Then she put her cap straight, gave herself a shake, and left the room. After I had washed, and made myself comfortable, I sat down and read Maud’s letter again; and while thinking over her communication, the idea came into my head that I might send Frances to live with Maud. As that young lady was going to leave my protection of her own accord, I thought she would probably be willing to take charge of Frances, and get her rigged out in the garments of her sex. Then, when Maud had married and left the villa, I could settle Frances in it, and go and live with her for a time. It was just the very thing. So I resolved to go up to London next day and arrange it all with Maud.

I then went down to lunch, and as I felt a little languid after all my various excitements, I had a bottle of champagne opened, which Frances and I soon disposed of. I told her that I had to go to London on business the following day, but I did not enter into particulars.

Next morning, as soon as breakfast was over, I drove to Winchester, caught the morning train to town, and went at once to Maud, whom I had not seen for some time. She was looking very well, and she had assumed a demure expression, as befitting a lady engaged to be married. She did not kiss me, so I laughingly took the little woman up in my arms; refusing to put her down until she had given me a proper salute. She soon gave me a kiss, and then we proceeded to business.

She told me all about her affairs, and informed me that her fiance was a well-to-do young tradesman in the neighbourhood.

When she had finished, I related to her Frances’ story, giving full details of everything the had occurred at Oakhurst since the first day the girl had come to the house. Then I asked her to let Frances live the her for a tome, and I also asked her to get the girl proper attire.

Maud was greatly interested in the romantic story; and she laughed heartily at my description of the way I had discovered Frances’ true sex. She was a good-hearted woman; she had always professed to be fond of me, and she was grateful to me, as I had always treated her well; so she at once agreed to take charge of Frances, and to look after her in every way, and she also promised to see that the girl was properly fitted out the everything necessary.

Then she remarked, the a sty smile: “I fancy yon must have taken Frances across your knees oftener than was necessary. I know how fond you are of whipping a bottom.”

“Oh, no. I assure you I never spanked her unless she was naughty. She will tell you so herself,” I said, laughing.

“I suppose you will put her here in my place when I go away to be married?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I have the lease of the house for some years to come; and I will take over your servants, and buy all your furniture as it stands.” I had originally given her the furniture.

“Oh, that will be most convenient. It will save me the bother of having an auction here, as I had intended. My furniture would not have quite suited the establishment of my future husband.” Then she added, with a grave face, but with a twinkle in her eyes: “You must not come near me after I am married. I am going to be very proper,”

“No doubt you will be,” I observed, laughing. “But you are not married yet, so come upstairs, and let me give you one last little touch of the rod.”

“Oh, but if you birch me, you will want to poke me as well; and I don’t think I ought to allow you to do that now,” she said, with affected coyness.

“Come along,” I said, taking her by the hand, and leading her up to the bedroom; where she at once took off everything, except her chemise, stockings and boots; then she got out the rod, and handed it to me, saying:

“Don’t whip me too hard.”

I made her lean over the side of the bed; then I threw her chemise up over her head, and admired her pretty little figure, naked to her garters. It was a long time since I had used the rod, and I grasped it with the feeling of pleasure that always comes over a lover of flagellation when he is about to redden a plump, white bottom.

I should have liked to birch her smartly, but I restrained my desire, and only gave her a dozen strokes, with just sufficient force to raise a bright pink blush on the cheeks of her bottom. She winced slightly at each cut, but did not remonstrate; and by the time I had finished whipping her I had a splendid cockstand; so I hid her at full length on the bed, and poked her with great gusto. She was a nice little woman, and a good poke; but she was not in her first youth; and I fancy she had been embraced by many a man; therefore she was not to be compared in any way with my fresh, young Frances. While Maud was dressing herself, I told her that I would bring Frances up to town in a few days. Then I gave her a cheque to cover all expenses; and after giving her a final kiss, I went away.

I got back to Oakhurst in time for dinner, and when it was over, and I had lighted a cigar, I told Frances that I had something serious to say to her. She looked very much surprised, but without asking a question, she drew a stool up beside me, and sat down to listen. I pointed out to her that we could not go on any longer living together at Oakhurst; as we were sure to be found out, and then there would be a great scandal, which I particularly wished to avoid.

I added that I was longing to see her dressed in her proper attire; and that I intended taking her, in a couple of days, to a lady friend of mine in London, who could see that she was fitted out in first-rate style, and with whom she could live until she had got accustomed to wearing petticoats again.

She listened, with a very sorrowful face, to all I had to say, and when I had finished, tears came into her eyes, and she said, heaving a deep sigh: “You are right. I am afraid we should get found out some day; so I had better go and live with your friend. Have you spoken to her about me?”

“Yes. I went up to London to-day on purpose to speak to her; and we settled everything. I was with her all day.”

A frown wrinkled her brow, she pouted her lips, and she glanced at me with a look such as I had never seen in her eyes before-she was evidently jealous of my “lady friend.”

“I suppose the lady Is a sweetheart of yours?” she snapped out suddenly, in an aggrieved tone of voice.

“She was my sweetheart before I ever saw you; and she is going to be married in a month; so you needn’t be jealous, you little goose,” I replied, smiling.

“I believe you love her more than you love me. I’m sure I shall hate her!” she exclaimed angrily; then, with feminine inconsistency, she began to cry. I felt annoyed, and spoke sternly: “Don’t be so silly, Frances. I have a great mind to give you a sound spanking for showing such ill-temper.”

“I don’t care if you do spank me,” she replied sobbing. Then she added fiercely: “I tell you I hate her!”

“You will make me very angry if you go on like that I have already told you that she was my sweetheart before I knew you. She is nothing to me now. Do be a sensible girl. You will like her, I am sure. She has excellent taste in dress, and you will want some one to help you when you are getting your trousseau.”

Her brow cleared, she wiped her eyes and smiled; all the woman in her was stirred at the thought of buying dresses.

“Oh, how funny I shall feel when I put on petticoats again. And long ones too! The last petticoats I wore, — the ones Mrs. Leslie turned up-were short, only reaching halfway between my knees and ankles.”

“You will soon get used to petticoats; and I shall be delighted to see you in a toilette from some fashionable dressmaker’s. I am sure you will look charming. You know I shall often see you.”

She laughed gleefully, got on to my knees, and kissed me, saying: “It will cost you a lot of money to dress me out, for I shall want to have everything of the very best description.”

“So you shall. And after the lady has married, and gone away, you shall live in the house, and I will go and stay with you.”

“Oh, yon darling!” she exclaimed, kissing and hugging me. “I am so sorry I was cross just now; but I am so fond of you that I can’t bear the idea of your being with another woman.”

Then she asked me a number of questions about the lady; and I answered as truthfully as was possible under the circumstances. However, she appeared to be satisfied with what I told her, as she did not show any more signs of jealousy, and by the time she had heard all I chose to tell her, it was late, so we went to bed.

Next day, we both began to make preparations for leaving Oakhurst; as it was my intention, as soon as I had seen Frances safely settled with Maud, to go up to Scotland to stay with a friend who had invited me to shoot grouse with him. The servants were told that “Mr. Francis” was going away for good; and in a couple of days, when everything was in readiness for our departure, I wrote to Maud, telling her that we should be with her next day in time for lunch.

The morning came, and after an early breakfast, the dog-cart was brought to the door; our luggage was put in; Frances, with rather a shaky voice, bade good bye to the servants, all of whom had assembled on the terrace, apparently sorry that “Mr. Francis” was going away. Then we climbed into the trap, and I drove off.

The groom had gone on before us, so we were alone in the dog-cart, and as soon as we had got out of the avenue on to the road, Frances burst into a flood of tears, saying: “Oh, I am so sorry to leave the dear old house.”

“Never mind, Frances,” I said. “You will soon have a prettily-furnished little house of your own: we shall be together very often, and have lots of fun in London; and by and by I will take you abroad.”

She smiled, nestled close up to me, and soon recovered her spirits. In due course, we reached London, and arrived at the villa in St. John’s Wood, about one o’clock.

Maud greeted Frances in a most friendly manner, and kissed her; then, after looking at her for a moment or two, said heartily, and without the least sign of jealousy: “Well dear, I must say you make a very good-looking young man; bur when you are dressed in your proper attire, you will be a very pretty girl.”

Frances laughed, looking pleased with the evidently sincere compliment. Then we sat down to a nice little lunch with champagne; and though Frances was a little shy at first, she brightened up under the influence of a glass of wine, added to Maud’s cheerful talk and kindly manner; and in a short time she was chatting away perfectly at her ease.

After lunch, while I was smoking my cigar, the two young women sat together in a corner of the room, conversing in low tones and laughing merrily every now and then as they glanced at me, their eyes sparkling with fun. No doubt they were comparing notes on the various whippings and pokings they had received from me.

However, I was glad to see that they had taken to each other, and I felt sure that Maud would be kind to the young girl, for my sake.

I finished my cigar, and then I thought I had better tell Frances at once that I was going to Scotland for a short time. I said to her: “You know that Maud is going to be married in less than a month. I am going away to Scotland for three weeks, and by the time I come back you will have got your ‘trousseau,’ and also have learnt how to wear the garments of your-sex in a graceful manner; therefore you will appear to me in a new and charming light. I shall feel that you are my sweetheart in reality then.”

My communication took her completely by surprise; she gazed at me for a moment, and then began to cry, saying: “Oh, I thought you were going to stay here with me.”

“Well, so I am, when I come back. In the meantime, you will have plenty of amusement in buying all the pretty things you want; and Maud will take you out driving every day. You’ll find that the three weeks will soon pass.” She smiled sorrowfully; and Maud said, kindly: “Cheer up, Frances. We shall have a jolly time together, with no man to bother us.”

There was nothing more to be said or done; so I sent for a hansom, and when it came, my portmanteau, and gun case were put in. I gave Maud a kiss, and bade her good bye; and she promised to take the greatest care of Frances in every way. The girl clung round my neck, sobbing; I kissed her tenderly, left the villa, and drove off to King’s Cross station, quite confident that my sweetheart would be true to me during my absence.

I had a long tiresome journey; as my friend lived in the wilds of Argyllshire, twenty miles from a railway station; and consequently I did not arrive at his place until late the following day.

My friend was a bachelor, and the house was merely a shooting-lodge, so the accommodation was rather rough. I need not enter into details of what happened during my stay in the North; for one day was exactly like another; though I will just remark that I had good sport with the grouse, but no sport of any kind with a woman. In fact the only female I spoke to, was a bare-legged, but good-looking Highland lass whom I met on the moor one evening when I was walking home alone. She had not “much English,” as she quaintly expressed it; but we managed to talk a little, and she allowed me to kiss her pretty face several times; but when I took hold of her round the waist, and tried to put my hand up her short petticoats, she gave me a box on the ear, and scolded me volubly in Gaelic. I let her go!