L'Académie du Fouet
"L'Académie du Fouet" (1908) {English: "Academy of the Whip" was written by Aime Van Rod and published by Roberts & Dardaillon. Cover art by Martin van Maele and illustrated by M. del Giglio
Excerpt from BiblioCuriosa
- Excerpt from: The Academy of the whip .
Now she was nude, the adorable youngster. She was naked, having kept her stockings and shoes. A small foot Club and spiritual, but which, for now, not danced any, no doubt worried on the turn that events would take. A harmonious and fine, beautifully elongated and curved leg, one leg of Diane Huntress, vigorous and muscular in its elegance, but with something more, an admirable lasciviousness of contours. As her throat, her small breasts rounded as in the round, I will speak more. Also, can the words make the prettiness of the woman's body, can make the image of the impressions that the sight of these charms on a vigorous man, in a State of combat?
She now stood in a pose of the most alluring, an attitude of modesty attractive and treacherous. Because she had crossed his hands on her stomach and she fell eyes, covered cheeks of fiery red which I think came rather from the desire that my ferocity had aroused in it and not of shame. Sometimes a short sob raised his breast. Yet the kids should not it be too sore. And I promised that it pleurerait and sangloterait soon to good use.
-I ordered you to put you there.
I indicated the strained finger hub. She was going with docility. Did I say that its market was upbeat, full of seduction? When she found himself at the center of the plate and she looked at me his big eyes thoughtful and gentle, where anxiety and desire were a distraction, I rang the magic keyboard button. Immediately rings came imprison fine ankles.
I took the yard and I was ordering:
-Turn you down in front! Tilt you!
She obeyed. Second click and other rings surrounded her wrists. Its charming rump, neither too much nor too little abundant, exactly what it needed to fill the two hands of an honest man, was projecting and the elusive line of hips hung light. I had the spirit magnified by the sight of so many charms; I know how fierce decision in my heart in banning any pity, and remembering the impatience shown by the maid who had just been whipped, I resolved to awaken in the spirit of this lovely girl, the same anguish, she also upset by waiting for the torment, wished that I start. I wanted so, also, try me in the oratory talent, compulsory premise of any well-ordered flogging.
-You are in the State where I wanted to see you. Be aware that this honorable Assembly expects me wonders. I do not démentirai the flattering opinion that she was able to develop my talent. I have a strong arm and your behind seems to be tender. But why also affect such insolence? It seems well presumptuous for a behind that face the yard. Patience! Well, we'll see in a moment, if he persists in his pride. You'll also have to pay your intractability. What were you referring me to conventions?
I saw clearly that I arrived at my goal which was to raise the impatience and anxiety in the heart of this pretty girl. Indeed, she squirmed, fussed, as far as links that it attached to the Prosecutor's office could afford it him and a breath short, a manner of flute grunt, yet said his agitation. I picked up:
-Know I'll do what will please me. I will act at my leisure. I am the sole judge of how best to treat you and that you have stipulated with other matters to me. I raclerai to whip strokes the skin of your body, Yes, I écorcherai you, if this is my pleasure. What have you to say to this? You shut up! As you are doing well! These aren't words that I ask you, but sobs and screams in response to shots which I will overwhelm you. I want the memory of this day to remain in your memory, were you live a 100 years.
The girl exhausted fatigue by maintaining curved, folded on its hocks, and by fear, she straightened suddenly. We clearly read on his face in the upheaval of its features, the progress of increasing anxiety, my threats had awakened and they had to bring him to climax. The girl tortillaient from behind like to go meet the shots.