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New! Victorian Erotica / Flagellation
Jimmy's new stepfather, wanting to get the nearly grown teenager out of his life, ships him off to a most unusual boarding school where Jimmy becomes Alice and is dressed and treated as a girl by the aptly named Directress, Lady Flayskin. Forced to wear constricting and painful feminine clothing, the students, both male and female, were publicly flogged on their exposed buttocks for the slightest infraction, and often for no reason at all. But the pupils devised a reasonably satisfactory means of soothing their punished comrades late at night as they supposedly slept in their dormitories. Alice became so accustomed to his new name that he almost failed to realize, at the end of the tale, that he was being hastily summoned in near panic when a staff member addressed him as Jimmy. Ah, revenge can be so sweet. A Victorian classic. Preview: One late evening I was awakened to find that one of the other lads, one who had been well and thoroughly birched before the class that very day, was being ministered to by two other boys and one of the young ladies as well. I awoke to the sound of their sighs as the three stroked and caressed the wounded boy, drawing the fire from his limbs with their cool fingers, their activities illuminated by a single taper brought by the young miss. As I watched, the three touched their pained comrade in the way the Persians call “massage,” easing him, yet calling forth from him cries of such pleasure and ease that my own body, worn and broken, responded with eagerness! To my amazement, their soothing did not end with such firm yet casual caresses, but the boy rose up and allowed their hands to stroke his chest and the tangle of hair between his thighs! His own sounds of pleasure, muffled by expedience, became quite steady! My own hands crept down to that corresponding place while I witnessed this strange act, and without giving much thought to the matter, I was soon breathing in time with him. His final thrusting and mewling, spilling his own pleasure well into the hand of the miss who was “comforting” him, was matched with my own. We were always careful to hide any such evidence of evening entertainments! Such moments became a regular part of my nights, even to my first experience being the recipient of such soothing. It was a combination of a boy and a girl who so first approached me one night and laid their hands upon me. And while the young lady kissed my tear-streaked face and my bruised lips, my fellow male took hold of my root and worked it, as only a boy would know how, until I moaned and whimpered. The girl brought my eager hands up to her soft bubs and kissed me with such passion that I could only spend like a rutting dog, shaking and thrusting into the hand beneath my body. |
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