Domptées par le Fouet

"Domptées par le Fouet" ("Tamed by the Whip" in English) (1908) was written by Aimé Van Rod, and published by Edition Parisienne (Roberts and Dardallion).

Cover illustration by Martin van Maele and ten illustrations by M. del Giglio, pp270

Bécourt 27 : Condamné par le tribunal correctionnel de la Seine 17e chambre le 25 novembre 1953 puis par la cour d'appel de Paris 10e chambre le 9 juin 1954, condamné par le tribunal correctionnel de la Seine 17e chambre le 14 octobre 1953.

Extract

Excerpt from: "Tamed by the Whip" .

Now Mary stood motionless in the circle of the skirt and petticoat which were around her feet. She had lowered her head, a burning blush covered her cheeks. She was adorable in her confusion, and the ardent glances of her uncle said much about how he appreciated the charm of a gallant stripped young virgin. Literally, Mr Damson ate his niece with his eyes.

He thought he ought to increase her pleasure by increasing the confusion of his victim.

It is a great joy for me, my dear niece, to keep you well in my eyes and tame you with the whip. I understand the shame of being exposed and half-naked before the eyes of a man. But this shame makes you so exquisitely lovely. The view gives me pleasure. I want to emphasize again. Why do you stay there? Why do you delay to spread your skirt and petticoat, to meet with decency and order your clothes and put them on a chair, as you should do?

An energetic crack of the whip fenced this little speech. Again, her head in her hands, the girl was crying. And uncle said:

Did you hear me?

Rending sobs became intermingled with a long complaint. The ruthless uncle then said:

I know, this idea of stepping over your skirt in the presence of a man may seem quite unbearable. However you need to resolve it. You have no alternative but to submit to all my desires. If you doubt still, this will tell you that.

Again the long wick of the whip cut the air with small dry clapping like explosions of a gun. With a cry of terror, Mary straddled the skirt and petticoat. She was really lovely and in fine shirt leaving bare her proud throat, her scoop neck, arms and upper breast, tight corset on her tiny waist, well-formed hips and bounced back tending the pants, and the slenderness of her sturdy legs.

The uncle, with tortured desires, approached, eager to feel these treasures. He handled them roughly, while the girl, frightened and ashamed, tried to push his hands away. But he scolded:

Will you be quiet and let you make me? Do you want ? What is it ? Get up to the moment both hands above the head and they do not move, or else ...

The rest of the sentence was lost in a sneer. For in spite of her fear, the instinct of modesty was the strongest. Miss Mary tried again to move away from her body indiscreet hands, so treacherously inquisitive.

Mr Damson lodged with the ladies whip furiously and he struck two blows well assénés the nice butt while across the buttocks.

Poor Mary uttered wailing and said:

I obeyed! I obeyed! Ah! let me go. You are hurting me too much.

She had clasped her hands held high above her head. Nothing opposed the uncle from searching hands. His hands confirmed the testimony of his eyes. He touched copious flesh and firm, remarkably. His pleasure was intense.