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Exhibition of Female Flagellants

This is a reprint of a classic Victorian flagellation text. For those of you with discriminating tastes in vintage erotica, you know this is a rare and hard to find erotica book.

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For those of you with discriminating tastes in vintage erotica, you know you this is a hard to find vintage erotica book. Although widely referenced, because of it's content - spanking and birching - actual copies of the book are fairly rare. I believe this is the first e-copy of the book released.

This is from a reprint of a classic Victorian flagellation novellette and includes Lady Bumtickler's Revel. It is also certainly a Parisian edition. Other than that, the information below is somewhat speculative and based on information obtained by searching databases online.

This is from a facsimile reprint (ca. 1920) of the original editions collected by the late Henry Thomas Buckle and published in 1785. This is a story of upper-class Society Women who seek sexual gratification by being beaten and beating other men and women. It reads like a Penthouse letters from the 18th century, for English and French nobility and is a fascinating and historic look at spanking erotica.

Although certainly an 18th century work, the date '1785' is an invention of John Camden Hotten, the publisher of the reprint from which the present edition was taken. Exhibition of Female Flagellants was the first of six pamphlets on the same subject which were bound up together in a single volume in the library of a collector in London in the early 1870's. Hotten borrowed them, and without asking permission of the owner, had reprints done, which he called the Library Illustrative of Social Progress. In a circular accompanying the reprints, Hotten said quite falsely that they had come from the library of the historian Henry Thomas Buckle, a claim that led to them being subsequently referred to as "Buckle's Tracts."

Exerpt:

She was by no means handsome, yet she possessed those requisites whipping gentlemen and ladies idolize so highly. She was tall, and very lusty, had a quick black eye, a neat, plump, white hand and arm, and was in her nature as well as appearance, as proud as any woman the lovers of birch would desire to exercise the rod.

He had not sat ten minutes when she handed him a book to read to her: it was Milton’s Paradise Lost, which at that age, he could read but so-so. She took the book out of his hand, and looking full in his eyes with an air of austerity, told him if he was her son she would instantly let down his breeches and whip him well.

At that moment (as he expressed himself after to her) the blood boiled in his veins, and he felt himself in a blaze. She saw his situation, and taking him by the hand, asked him how he should like to be under her tuition?

He replied in the negative.

“Come, come,” said she, seating him on her lap, “I know you would like it vastly, I can read it in your eyes! Confess now, you bold boy, would not you like to see me take the rod in hand, make you go upon your knees and beg a whipping, and then let me strip your breeches to your heels!”

Her manner of enforcing this confession was such, that she declared he instantly disclosed the secret. He frankly owned the whole, and she immediately conducted him to her dressing room.

When she got him in, she locked the door, then made him bring a rod she had in readiness, which he put in her hand. She then held a long conversation with him on his knees, on his many crimes, and deliberately let down his breeches to his heels. She then laid him across her lap, and after removing his shirt above his waist, made use of all the tricks she had heard gentlemen were fond of who loved the rod, such as settling him on her knee, handling his behind, at the same time pulling his breeches lower, tucking in his shirt, and talking of the ladies who spare the rod and spoil the child, bidding him at the same time prepare for something very delicious from her hand, for nothing was half so pleasing to her as exercising a rod on a bold boy’s butt. She then held him fast with one hand round the middle, and whipped him with the rod so severely that he was obliged to cry aloud. She gave him a dozen strokes every spell, then argued with him, and never remitted of the severity of her whipping the whole time, which was about a quarter of an hour.