Gynecocracy

CHAPTER 15

There was a knock at the door.

Elise told Miss Stormont that Mademoiselle wanted me in her bedroom.

Gertrude lent me a dressing gown and Elise conducted me thither. A strange, tall girl was in the room. I trembled. Were they going to operate there?

"This is the young lady who has the superfluous hairs on her face," explained Mademoiselle.

"Will you not try electrolysis?" asked the stranger.

"No, shave him-her, I mean," directed Mademoiselle.

So I had to sit down and was lathered and held by the nose while the strange girl shaved me clean.

"There are very few hairs," she remarked. "She will not need shaving very often."

Then I was turned into the bathroom.

Immediately after I sought my clothes.

"Mademoiselle," I exclaimed, "what am I to dress in?"

"Oh! Miss Stormont has your clothes; go to her."

I immediately remembered the events of the preceding evening and shuddered at the prospect of that little riding whip. I trembled as I knocked at Gertrude's door.

"Please, Mamma, may I have my clothes?"

Gertrude was dressed in a charming spring toilette; her tightly laced waist struck me at once.

"Must you have them?" she asked.

"Oh, you know I must."

"And you know," with a whisk of her petticoats, "that you must"-imitating my emphasis-"pay for them!"

I changed colour. She went to a drawer and took out a dainty little feminine whip with a jewelled handle.

"Lie on that couch," she ordered. I did so with reluctance and she put two straps round me, one round my shoulders, the other round my legs at the back of the knees.

"Vest," she remarked. "One! Two! Three!"

The little whip bit and stung fearfully. I cried out and tried to escape, to turn.

"Shirt," she went on. "One! Two! Three!"

The strokes were deliberately and well laid on and bit horribly. She paused a few seconds between each.

"Drawers. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six!"

I yelled-I lost my breath! That was an awful dose. She smiled.

"Trousers-"

"Oh, Gertrude! Oh, Mamma! Oh, Mamma! Oh, stop! Yah! How it hurts!"

She did not stop for a moment and put her hand through from behind and played with my testicles.

"Oh! Oh!" I exclaimed. "Oh, for the sake of our-our love-of-our-night together!"

"Yes, if you will come about town with Mademoiselle and me without trousers"-momentarily suspending her strokes.

"Oh, Gertrude, how unkind!"

"Nonsense! You must suffer the petticoat. Now, Julian. Trousers! One! Two! Three!" With a will from the right side. "One! Two! Three!" With a will from the left. "One! Two! Three!" With a will from my feet. "One! Two! Three!" With a will from my shoulders.

I fairly yelled and shrieked. She unfastened me. I rolled on the floor.

"There are your clothes," she laughed; "and if there was time I'd make you kiss what-made me enjoy whipping you. Your bottom is certainly beautiful waled. Don't you wish you had no bottom for a girl to punish?"

She left the room and me to dress before I could reply.

I was a considerable time for I could not recover from the pain and shock.

"I am glad your mamma has whipped you well!" exclaimed Mademoiselle, seeing how tenderly I seated myself, when, at last, I entered the breakfast room.