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Letter II. Emily to Lucy

My Dear Lucy,

Not having any news to give you, for everything here is as dull and uninteresting as ever, I shall resume my story.

A young lady, the daughter of a friend of my aunt, had been on a visit to us for some time. She was an extremely beautiful girl, about fifteen years of age, with one of the handsomest and most elegantly shaped figures I had ever seen. For some reason, for which I could not well account, my aunt seemed to have taken a dislike to her, and was continually finding fault with her. It is true that Maria gave her considerable cause for dissatisfaction, for she was idle and lazy, constantly getting into mischief and doing something or other which she knew quite well would displease my aunt. Lady Lovesport had very often threatened to whip her unless she behaved herself better. Maria seemed to pay no attention to what she said, but I, who knew my aunt better, had little doubt she would carry her threat into execution.

One forenoon we were sitting together at our work. My aunt had that morning been very much displeased with Maria for some mischief she had committed, and told her that before she went out she intended to punish her with a sound flogging. I was seated with my face to the window which commanded a view of the avenue, and I saw Mr. Everard, the young gentleman to whom I have already alluded, coming towards the house. I was a little surprised that no announcement was made to us of his arrival. In a short time, however, my aunt's confidential servant came into the room, and whispered a few words in her ear. Soon afterwards my aunt rose up, and giving me some work to do, which would occupy me some time, she told me to make myself ready to accompany her on a visit she was going to make in an hour afterwards. She then desired Maria to follow her to her apartment.

I was very certain that my aunt's purpose was to punish the girl, and I could not help somehow connecting this punishment with the arrival of Mr. Everard. I felt a strong desire to ascertain whether I was right in this conjecture. The idea took such a strong hold upon my mind that I determined to be a spectatress of the punishment, and, knowing a back way to a closet which would give me a full view of all my aunt's doings in her own room, you may guess I soon dropped the work I had to do, and hurried to my place of espionage, finding myself there not a moment too soon, for she had already got the trembling Maria divested of everything but her chemise, and I could see that her bubbies were sufficiently grown to swell out and show their charming rotundity in the most enticing manner possible. As soon as she was thus stripped, my aunt made her place her arms behind her, and tied them with a handkerchief behind her back. She then took another handkerchief and fastened it firmly over her eyes, so as to blindfold her completely.

In this condition she led her to a couch, which, fortunately, was in full view from my hiding place, and made her lie down upon it, at the same time lifting up her chemise and fastening it around her waist so as to leave all her person below that perfectly naked. Indeed, from the loose manner in which that garment hung around her, my aunt easily contrived to lay bare the whole of the upper part of her person likewise, the chemise merely forming a sort of girdle round her waist, where it was retained by the manner in which her arms were bound.

When all this was arranged, my aunt made a signal to someone in the bedroom, and, to my great surprise-though I must say I had rather anticipated something of the sort-I saw Mr. Everard steal gently from the one room to the other, and place himself at the back of the couch, leaning his arms upon it and gazing intently, though of course in perfect silence, upon the lovely form thus exposed, naked, before his eyes. He had taken off his coat, waistcoat, and his boots, but otherwise he was completely dressed.

No sooner had he taken his place than my aunt began to apply the rod to the exquisite posteriors which were thus presented to her in such an inviting position for the birch. She was not very severe at first, and Maria lay pretty still, though her shrinking, quivering flesh showed that she felt keenly the stinging touches. As the charming buttocks began to be reddened by this exhilarating exercise, my aunt seemed to get excited and heated with her work, and plied the rod more sharply and vigorously.

In proportion as she felt the pain increase, Maria began to exhibit symptoms of the intensity of her feelings. She turned and twisted about, and writhed her body in every manner of strange contortion, sometimes raising up her buttocks by resting on her knees, so as to exhibit her lovely belly, sometimes trying to avoid the sharp stripes by turning herself round to my side, thereby giving me a full view of the front part of her person, with the lovely characteristic which distinguishes our sex showing its delicious lips opening and closing again, as they were affected by the nature of her contortions and the constant twisting and writhing of her body.

When this took place my aunt was pretty sure, by a sharp application of the rod, to make her turn round again, but when on the other hand she moved herself so as to expose the same delightful sight to the evidently charmed gaze of Mr. Everard, she rather suspended her blows, or merely applied them so lightly, as to induce Maria to remain for a time in the same attitude.

During the operation my aunt's robe flew open and I discovered that she had nothing on beneath it, except a thin chemise. Her robe hanging down over her shoulders exhibited her entire bosom, naked, with its charming promontories which, though more full-grown and considerably larger and more mature in their proportions, were equally lovely in shape and colour. Occasionally, as she changed her position, I could catch a glimpse of her naked legs and thighs, though these were more generally turned in the opposite direction from me.

At length, as if exhausted with the exertion and tired of standing longer, she sat down on the couch-and as Maria's motions were now becoming more fierce and energetic, she placed her arm round the girl's waist as if to restrain her struggles, though it rather appeared to me as if it was done with the view of procuring a better exhibition of every part of her person. At the same time my aunt stretched out her own legs at full length before her, opening her thighs a little apart and allowing her robe to fall on each side so as to disclose them to view.

As soon as Mr. Everard perceived this, he gently stole round and got on his knees beside her, and, spreading her legs still further apart, he raised up her chemise and disclosed the centre of pleasure. I had often in our bathing expeditions seen and admired the lovely spot, but I had never before beheld it in the same state of excitement. It glowed and quivered under his warm and exciting touches, while the strange motions she made with her legs and buttocks amused and surprised me.

She still continued to apply the birch to poor Maria's posteriors, and to feast her own and Mr. Everard's eyes with the exquisite beauties that were developed before them in every possible attitude and position that could excite the senses. At length Mr. Everard placed his head between her thighs, and, applying his mouth to the lovely aperture, seemed to kiss and caress it with the most ardent devotion. He remained in this position for a minute or two when, all of a sudden, my aunt's eyes closed, her head fell back on the couch, and the rod dropped from her hand. Her buttocks heaved and wriggled convulsively for a second or two, and then she remained perfectly motionless.

In the course of a minute or two, she again took up the rod and made a sign to Mr. Everard, who immediately rose and retreated to the bedroom as silently as he had entered. After adjusting her robe she now announced to the weeping Maria that her punishment was at an end, took off the bandage, unloosened her hands, and told her to dress herself and retire to her own room.

As soon as Maria had departed, my aunt repaired to the bedroom. I remained on the watch for some time in the hope of seeing her and Mr. Everard return to the boudoir, but, though I could hear them talking in the bedroom, they did not come back. As the bedroom had another door by which she might go out without my hearing her, I was obliged to make good my retreat for fear of being caught, but it was nearly an hour afterwards before my aunt sent for me to go out with her. I managed to obtain a sight of two or three scenes of a similar kind, which generally terminated pretty much in the same manner, so it is needless to describe them. But I must give you the particulars of the last one, in which my dear Harry was the victim. This, however, must be reserved for another opportunity.

Ever yours, Emily