Gynecocracy

CHAPTER 7

Mademoiselle was accompanied by Elise. The carriage door was closed-the girls waved adieux, their graceful figures giving an unusual charm to the grey building. Beatrice looked into my eyes with a slight pout and we dashed down the long avenue to the road for Stowmarket, which was formerly the county-town, and whence Mademoiselle decided to travel to London. Instead of taking the more interesting route for Cambridge.

The horses sped along, and turning out of the gate, jolted me against Elise, who was seated opposite Mademoiselle. Mademoiselle had totally ignored my presence till then. The few remarks she made were addressed to Elise as though no one had been present. She was so angry with what she was pleased to describe as my "idiotic mooning," that for the rest of the way she made me kneel down on the floor of the Brougham, between her and Elise.

It did not, however, last long. The horses were quick trotters and Stowmarket but some five miles distant. In about twenty-five minutes we had reached the railway station.

"Julian," said Mademoiselle, "stay still-let Elise get out first."

I had attempted getting up before the porter, who opened the carriage door, and the stationmaster, who was standing at the entrance to the booking office, could see that I had been kneeling, an effort frustrated by Mademoiselle, to my bitter chagrin.

I hoped however, it might be thought that I was engaged in a search for something which had fallen down, and I endeavoured to retain my composure. If either the stationmaster or the porter observed me, they preserved the most praiseworthy unconsciousness and stolidity. They were absorbed in watching Mademoiselle as she gave her imperious orders and her appearance seemed fairly to bewitch them-they flew 171

about, they changed colour, they trembled before the gaze and the words of this elegant haughty French damsel.

I trembled, glowed with colour one minute, and became ashy pale the next, in rapid succession. I had not a word to say myself-even walking into the station, whither Mademoiselle led me by the hand, was a severe trial to my terrible self-consciousness.

"Elise," said Mademoiselle, "we should have dressed him like a little boy, in knickerbockers; his frilled drawers would have showed then. Why did you not suggest it?"

I am sure some of the bystanders overheard, and I nearly sank down to the ground in shame.

Why did Mademoiselle lead me by the hand instead of allowing me to see to the baggage and get the tickets, as might naturally be expected of a tall youth of my age? She led me by the hand as though I was a helpless idiot anxious to run away. All my sprightliness, presence of mind, and assurance seemed to have vanished.

The idea of the vest and girl's chemise, the corset, drawers, and long stockings, of the flannel petticoat, which I had narrowly escaped having tucked into my trousers, haunted and reduced my mind to silliness and made me perfectly soft. But I felt a substratum of indignation. It was all very well in the precincts of Downlands Hall, in its gardens and in its terraces to be under Mademoiselle's thumb, but here, in public, at a railway station, with numbers of people to observe and to comment, it was quite another thing.

As we walked about the platform, I feared it would certainly be noticed that I had girl's boots on, and high heels, and that I was tightly laced up in a lady's corset, which could easily be noticed under my jacket.

As the light things had been removed from the carriage I had been curiously scanned, but Mademoiselle had given her orders where the luggage was to be labelled for and from that instant all interest in me appeared to have determined. I felt certain it would be noticed that the baggage was all feminine. I had not been permitted the honour of a portmanteau. A dress casket and an imperial; there was nothing else.

"Coachee," I heard one of the men say, "you have left the young gent's box behind."

At length with the bustle usual at places of absolutely no importance, the train ran alongside the platform. It drew up, and the stationmaster who gave me a very search-ink look, came to conduct Mademoiselle to the compartment he had reserved for her. What a relief to escape into the privacy of a railway carriage from the quizzical gazes and the prying eyes of these people. Mademoiselle had spoken to one or two acquaintances, and the amused stare they gave me, a kind of intelligent look, was positively insulting and maddening.

With great deference the stationmaster led Mademoiselle to the carriage, and I had yet bitter dregs to drain in the humiliating cup. She made me jump in first just like a child.

Mademoiselle pointed out the seat I was to occupy-the centre one with my back to the engine. She took the far seat opposite to me, next the window.

Elise sat at my left. The door was shut; the station-master nodded to the guard who was beside him, he blew his whistle, held out his arm, the engine gave an acquiescing scream, and we were off.

"What a noodle, what a nincompoop, what a fool you are, Julian. I longed to smack your face on the platform," and she gave me a sharp pat with the back of her gloved hand on my mouth. If anything was needed to complete my abnegation it was this.

Mademoiselle relapsed into a reverie, her shapely legs crossed, her chin resting on her hand, her ankles displayed.

We soon reached Ipswich, the run of twelve and a half miles from Stowmarket thither taking only seventeen minutes or so. The platform there was crowded and there was great commotion and many people, Suffolk farmers, talking and dreaming in beery fashion of oxen. It was market day of course. No one invaded our sanctuary although many looked in with more curiosity and openly displayed admiration than I considered polite, and at which Mademoiselle laughed heartily. Her high spirits were contagious, and when we were again under weigh, I felt myself emboldened to utter some joyous remark, and warranted in an effort to throw off my restraint.

Mademoiselle gazed at me for a moment during which I felt my courage ebbing away and I became terrified at my own audacity. Then she spoke as I shrank into my shoes. "This is not a pleasure trip for you, Master Julian. How dare you give yourself that insolent air and impudence, and attempt to treat it so frivolously; do you not know you are to be taken to London for serious punishment? Have you already forgotten the fault, the crime you have been guilty of?"

"Shall I punish him, Mademoiselle?" asked Elise, looking significantly at her mistress.

My blood ran cold. "Oh please, oh, please, Mademoiselle," I cried, clasping my hands, "I did not mean anything, I did not intend to be naughty." I dreaded being punished there in the train.

"Yes," replied Mademoiselle, moving. "Yes, Elise, punish him," she said, dwelling on the word, "and then sit upon him, until we reach Colchester."

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I exclaimed, wriggling.

"Be quiet, you little ass," said Mademoiselle. Elise arose and took her bag down from the rack over her head, and opening it on her knees, having again reseated herself, drew out a handkerchief which she folded and placed between her teeth.

Mademoiselle looked on intently all the time. Elise then caught me by the wrist, drew me up, and made me stand before her. There was no occasion for her to slip her other hand, as she did, violently between my legs, hurting me a good deal, and exciting me more.

"Now, Elise," said Mademoiselle, threateningly, as she observed what Elise did.

Elise then turned me round and fastened my hands together tightly behind me. She next encircled me with her arms, unfastened all the buttons in front of my trousers, undid the braces, and there, in that public railway carriage, and before Mademoiselle, promptly took down my trousers.

"Now," she said, making a lag, "you, young rascal, lie down across my knee."

My cheeks flushed scarlet with shame. I dreaded being whipped. There was the exposure. The people in the neighbouring compartments would certainly hear, and I should be publicly disgraced.

"Oh, oh!" I besought. "Don't whip me. Don't. They will hear in the next carriage. Oh, don't!"

"It would serve you right if they did," rejoined Mademoiselle, shaking with laughter. And then she continued: "You are not to be whipped this time, Julian. I am going to see if I can really impress upon you, that you are a girl."

Elise nodded acquiescence as she said: "Come, no nonsense," and drew me down. Reassured, but wondering, with some consternation, whatever was about to be done to me, I lay down.

Elise put her right leg across mine, and her left elbow between my shoulder blades. She opened the drawers behind, and drew up my chemise. Then she took something out of her bag which was on the seat beside. Next I felt her hand on my bottom which she pressed and fingered, advancing gradually towards its centre. Horror! She had something cold and hard in her hand, which the motion of the carriage jerked about; but, terrified at her attempts, lying there on my stomach across her knee, I grew more scarlet, more ashamed, than ever.

"What a pretty bottom," observed Mademoiselle. "I really do not think I have noticed it before."

Still Elise pressed whatever it was she held against the passage or orifice of my bottom. Terrified, I gave a little scream, and tried to jump, tried to writhe off Elise's lap on to the floor, to slip from under her arm. Useless! The only result was a stinging smack. Then-horror of horrors-the train slackened speed, slowed, stopped!

We had reached Bentley, a junction six miles south of Ipswich.

"Keep him there," called out Mademoiselle, getting up and throwing a rug over me and over Elise's lap; only my feet sticking out, Elise holding me as in a steel vice. So during the whole stoppage while the porters and passengers rambled up and down the platform and looked into the carriage.

Suppose someone got in! Whatever would happen to me. However, no one did. In three minutes or less we were off.

"You must wait, Elise-keep him as he is. We shall be at Manningtree in a very few minutes. When we leave Manningtree you will have a quarter of an hour before we get to Colchester." 176

As soon as we had left Manningtree Mademoiselle walked along the carriage, and, standing at my head, held me by the shoulders.

"You must submit," she said. "You have put a certain wicked thing into a certain part of your cousin, you must now have something put into-a-certain-part of you."

Elise had got in her hand an ivory knob, about three inches long, shaped like a closed crocus flower, with a narrow flat band about a quarter of an inch wide, chased or cut round into it at its base. The base was fixed to a narrow, thin, and pliable silver crescent.

Elise immediately and more vigorously recommenced operations. She got the apex of the thing in my rear and forced it into me. I resisted with all my might, stoutly and vigorously. She pushed firmly. The resistance hurt me very much, and, besides, the attempt Elise was making excited me to so great a degree that I could scarcely contain myself. The combat lasted several minutes. Mons. Priapus grew larger and larger against Elise's knee.

Her continued efforts convulsed me.

"The beast," Elise exclaimed, looking at Mademoiselle. "The beast-he has gone off-spent."

At the same instant, however, owing, I suppose, to the involuntary relaxation of the muscles upon the supervention of the venereal orgasm, she succeeded in getting the plug right in.

No sooner had she done so, than removing the arm which until then had been pressing my shoulders, she slipped it round my waist in front, and made me stand up.

Elise, as I stood shaking and trembling before her, quickly drew up my trousers and buttoned them. The knob inside did not exactly hurt, but was immensely inconvenient. The predominating sensation being that 177

there was a bomb inside, which might explode at any moment, and which I could not get rid of.

Mademoiselle evidently hugely enjoyed my condition.

"How do you like that?" she enquired. "We have discovered a vulnerable point. Perhaps you will have more regard for young ladies in front now that you know they can avenge themselves on your rear. And indeed you suffer less for that thing will not do what yours did."

"But Mademoiselle," said Elise, "if you will permit me, I will make it work too."

"Oh, Mademoiselle, pray, don't; it is enough, too much to have it there," and I flushed scarlet again at the idea.

"Maud might have said the same to you and yet you pumped what you could into her."

Again the idea that Maud had asked me at the last moment to desist crossed my mind. There was now no time to dwell on the subject.

"How do you like that?" Mademoiselle triumphantly asked. "Now sit down."

Sit down! How could I sit down? Sit down on that thing! No, I was going to remain on my feet for the rest of the journey. I shuffled from one foot to the other.

"Sit down," she reiterated, "at once."

"Oh, Mademoiselle, I can't."

"Put him down, Elise."

Elise placed her hands on my shoulders and forced me down with a cruel bang into the seat which I had occupied before.

I was made to sit well forward so that the cushion pressed the knob well up and for another purpose too.

"Now, Elise, sit upon him."

Elise stood before me, looked with a smile at my lugubrious countenance, and then, turning round her back to me, calmly sat down on my abdomen and legs. Her weight was considerable. What little resistance I had been able hitherto to make to the pressure of the cushion was now absolutely out of my power.

The thing was driven well up afresh, and Elise's weight was constant and drove me down upon it. Then she leant back upon me exactly as though I had been an armchair, pressing her strong shoulders into my chest, the nape of her neck and her back hair into my mouth, nostrils, and eyes; and there she continued to sit, treating me as an inanimate piece of furniture, moving, crushing, pounding me with her weight, as the whim took her, so that I panted for air. The inconvenience of the knob seriously increased and added to the excruciation of the circumstances.

Mademoiselle quietly read.

My groans, my inarticulate exclamations, my puffings and blowings amused Elise vastly. Occasionally she would give me a thump with her elbow, or a series with each one alternately in my ribs, bid me be quiet, bid me hold my noise, knocking all the breath out of my body and reducing me to the brink of tears.

I was glad when we reached Colchester shortly after two. But Elise showed no symptoms of stirring.

As the guard, with a serious face, came up to the window, followed by a girl, with very pale yellow hair, dressed in brown, Mademoiselle looked at Elise, and signalled to her with her hand. Whereupon Elise, to my inexpressible relief, dropped into the seat beside me. What a sigh of delight I gave as I sat up in the posture which enabled me to feel that implement inside me least! Mademoiselle noticed it with a frown, which made me regret my rashness.