pent frequently before our
less lecherous natures were ready to join in one general and exquisite
discharge. We went off in furies of delighted lust, and then sank
exhausted in the delicious after-sensation. We long lay in the sweet
inanition and luxury of satiated lust. At last we disconnected
ourselves, rose, and laved each other with cold water, more as a
restorative than as a purification. Aunt and I had two bouts after--one
in front and one behind. The doctor would not allow a fresh application
of the birch, as he said it would only produce so great an exhaustion
as would require days to restore. I retired after this, but ever
afterwards the doctor was regularly birched before he could even
copulate once. Sometimes he required to flog my aunt's glorious bum to
excite his fading powers, declaring that it was almost as exciting as
being flogged. He even gave it me gently, although I hardly ever
required it, but I professed my surprise at its efficiency.

The holidays were at an end, but I was as yet the only boarder. There
were, however, some twenty or thirty youths from the neighbourhood, who
were day scholars at the doctor's school. Among these the doctor had
his pick in the flogging way, but he never allowed them to know
anything of our other proceedings, or to imagine that the birching
which took place was otherwise than as a punishment for faults or
inattention. However, I was generally the chosen companion of these
whippings, in which I acted as horse, or holder of the boy to be
flogged. Of course I took good care to expose as much as possible their
lovely cocks, as well as their plump bottoms, and as this excited me as
well as the doctor, it often ended, after the culprit was dismissed, in
my flogging the doctor, followed by a mutual rack off in each other's
bottoms.

There was one fine, plump, girlish-looking youth, named Dale, who was
here for the first half. He had not as yet been brought up for
punishment, although the doctor had confided to me the letch he had
taken to flog his fine fat bottom. One day, Master Dale brought a
sealed note from his widowed mother, who lived about a mile from the
village, in a charming cottage ornee. The doctor read the note. By
chance I was looking at him, and saw a smile of joy light up his
features.

"Come here, Master Dale," said he in a mild and gentle voice, "your
mother tells me that you have behaved in a most shameful manner to your
pretty young cousin, who is