lso at the bottom of her belly? I determined to ask Gertie about
that. Auntie was three years younger than Mamma and rather slimmer in
figure, but not anything so grand and adorable in my eyes; a feverish
excitement pervaded my whole being, and frequently during that first
eventful day when I already felt myself a man, thinking myself as good
as Papa. My pego seemed to grow in importance, and raised its head,
times out of number, as the thoughts of the possibility that some day I
could be as free with Mamma as I now was with Auntie.

Dear Gertie could not help seeing how fascinated I was with Mamma, and
once even cautioned me to watch myself or all would be found out and I
should be sent to a boarding school. She herself was very careful of
me, and on the sly gave me a second glass of wine at luncheon, besides
helping me to the most recuperative viands on the table.

It was the same at dinner, and when at last she put me to bed at the
usual time, I felt so rampageous, I made her look at my enormously
distended affair.

"How rude you are Percy to night. How dare you, Sir, show that thing to
me? Now, do your pee-pee at once and get into bed, or I shall whip you
till your bottom is sore.

"Here is the chamber utensil. Let me see you do it properly, or
goodness knows, you will wet the bed like a baby; you are so distrait."

Her laughing face and the idea of a lady holding the utensil for me,
took away all power to micturate; I couldn't do it for the life of me.

"Now, go on you bad boy, don't keep me waiting all night," she said
severely.

"Go away and leave off teasing me. You know I can't pee if you look at
me."

She put down the poe, and almost before I even guessed what she was at,
turned me over on the bed face downwards, and began smacking my bottom
with all her strength.

Oh, how those spanks smarted, as she rained them on my devoted rump.

"This is for your naughtiness, Sir; will you obey me or not--Percy--is
that rude thing always going to stick up and defy me like that?"

Slap--Slap--Slap--making me wince at every smack--"Oh--ah-r-re, don't
Gertie, don't that is not fun to me, you hurt me so."

"Yes, and I hope I do hurt you, you bad boy--will you--will you do as I
tell you, or not--Why I declare it's as still as impudent as ever," she
said, thrusting her hand beneath me to feel how I was--"there, I must
serve you out!"

"Ah-r-r-re, oh, you're biting me, Gertie--oh, pray don't--pray don't
bite my b