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Category: Erotica/Classic Erotica
Description: The Victorian Erotic Trilogy Comes To Its Climax! After experiences with the flagellants of Chicago and Boston, Lord Drialys, a peer of the British realm, uncovers even more scandalous goings-on in the Big Apple of the 1880s! Here is an acknowledged masterpiece of the "romance of the lash." Follow Lord Drialys' adventures with the cane and birch through the bedrooms of the oh-so hypocritical "four hundred." As Paul von Essentisch, Ph.D. writes, "Lord Drialys tingles with excitement as he bares his bizarre American adventures. His lashing style and snappy insight are whipped together into a masterpiece of unusual deliciousness--"
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, 2004
eBookwise Release Date: October 2004

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Words: 26740
Reading time: 76-106 min.

CHAPTER I

I left Chicago for Boston, and during the period of ten days I had set apart to be passed in that latter interesting city, I was able to add still further fresh experiences to my knowledge of the mysterious domains where the birch is devotedly worshipped.

After my wonderful discoveries in Chicago what more could I glean in Boston? Nothing, it seemed to me at first sight, but in reality the ultimate results surpassed my most sanguine anticipations.

I soon got to know that in the city of culture there was a Flagellant's Club. All its members, male and female, were ardent adepts in the mystic passion.

The circle was very select, difficult to locate, and reserved for gentle and refined amateurs, moving in the best society. I managed t worm out the address of the stronghold, but it took me two days of negotiation and diplomacy to be admitted as honorary member.

The club-house was situated in a superb building on Park Avenue. There were about one hundred and fifty members, including sixty ladies.

Every male member was allowed to bring a female guest, so that when meetings were held, the feminine element was always in the ascendant.

There was a lecture hall, fitted up with all needful flagellating adjuncts and a raised platform for practical experiments. Another vast saloon was used for flagellation in common. There was every convenience for flogging forty persons at the same time. Besides these two halls for public whipping, the club boasted of a good many private apartments, known as "separate rooms"; each furnished with the necessary instruments and apparatus for private birching. There was also a reading-room and library stocked with works in all languages concerning flagellation, and many portfolios full of pictures, photographs, and engravings relating to the same fascinating subject.

As in all American clubs, there was a capital kitchen, a ladies' café, and bars and smoking-rooms for the men.

Introduced by two gentlemen who kindly consented to be my sponsors, I was led into the presence of a most affable Lady President, the widow of Colonel Islington. She was marvellously beautiful, scarce thirty years of age.

The week's programme was handed to me. It ran thus:

PROGRAMME

Monday. 3 pm. Lecture Hall.

Miss Anna Knigge. Concerning the Choice of Flagellating Instruments, and Sundry Effects Produced Thereby. With public experiments on male and female patients.

Tuesday. 3 pm. Lecture Hall.

Miss Jane Silke. The Rod as a Factor in Education. Demonstration with the aid of a pupil, fourteen years of age. Miss Silke will afterwards attend to members of either sex who may wish to be corrected in separate rooms.

Wednesday. 3 pm. Lecture Hall.

Conference on Conjugal Flagellation. Only persons ready to take an active part in these lessons will be allowed to attend.

Thursday. 3 pm. Lecture Hall.

Sisters Daisy and Alice Pimlico will speak on Voluptuous Flagellation. Experimental efforts on any persons in the auditorium who may volunteer.

At the conclusion of the meeting, Misses Pimlico will be at the disposal of fellow-members requiring their services in separate rooms.

Thursday. 4 pm. Lecture Hall.

Miss Amelia Dora. Scientific Flagellation as a Means of Reviving Virile Strength in Man. Demonstrations by the assistance of willing brethren.

At the close of her discourse, Miss Dora will be pleased and ready to retire, if requested, to the separate rooms.

Saturday. 2 pm. Flagellation Hall. (Large Room)

Miss Bob Clasper, lion-tamer, issues her challenger for the second time. She defies any man who likes to mount the stage, and declares she will undress and flog him for a stake of one hundred dollars.

Miss Clasper will conclude by offering her gracious assistance in the separate rooms.

The perusal of the meretricious menu threw me into a state of rutting fever. Every variety of flagellation was represented in this list, and the lady lecturers, I thought, must be delicious creatures. I remarked that all seemed eager and ready to meet amateurs in private after their speechifying, which probably greatly excited their listeners, awakening in them a pressing wish to taste the caress of a prickly birch. Such discipline, undergone in secret in the separate rooms, allowed refined votaries to glut their sensual appetite in company of the very woman who had so highly exacerbated their longing lust.

I registered a mental oath to go to every lecture and besiege the private boudoirs. I was as yet rather uneasy about my admission, for my introduction to the Lady President had not smoothed away every formality.

The superb, soldierly woman plunged her eyes into mine, and then looked me up and down, and all over. After a prolonged scrutiny, she informed me that I should be summoned to her office, when she would tell me all about the conditions regulating my admittance.

I had hardly concluded reading the programme when a page-boy came to let me know that the Lady President was waiting to see me.

I at once followed the lad into her sanctum, which was a most elegantly-furnished snuggery. The walls, hung with silk, were decorated by four oil paintings, from the brush of French eighteenth century artists representing different scenes of mythological flagellation. On carved and gilt consoles and light pieces of ancient marqueterie furniture were innumerable delicate bronzes, ivory and porcelain curiosities, all depicting some scene of the mystic passion, by means of adorable nude charms shown quivering beneath the divine rod. Everything in the luxurious chamber recalled secret flogging rites. On a table, were several bundles of birch, tied up with multi-colored ribbons, and I noticed, too, a couple of slender, gold-handled riding-whips.

The Diana-like colonel's widow was seated at her desk, a Sevres vase full of flowers at her elbow. She returned my deep bow by a gracious nod, and motioned me to take a seat on the soft cushions of a big armchair by her side.

"You have asked, my dear sir," she said, "to be admitted to our club for a week, as a travelling member? I must inform you at once that we never grant such a favour save to advanced amateurs in the science of flagellation."

"Madame and President," I replied, "this admirable passion possesses no more fervent votary than I!"

"Very good!" she rejoined. "Our statues require that your statement should be corroborated. At all cost, we see, to prevent prying, profane strangers from penetrating among us. I allude to such as do not understand the true signification of our delightful religion, and who only come here to see novel sights. Above all, we fear incursion of journalists who would stoop at nothing to worm their way in and obtain matter for sensational articles. We have founded our club to give satisfaction to our family circle of loving sensual flagellants, and not with the object of offering the public a theatrical display of the sacred ceremonies of our cult. No member, even a temporary one, such as you, can be received unless we are certain he thinks and feels as we do."

"I am ready to give you any proof of my good faith you may desire, madam," was my prompt reply.

"How long is it since you were last punished?"

"About a week ago, President."

"Was the birching severe? By whom was it inflicted?"

"A lady disciplinarian of a large ladies' college flogged me terribly."

"That sounds feasible, sir," she then said. She rose, turned the key in the door, and returning to her seat, continued: "Allow me to see the effects of your last birching. If it was as thorough as you say, some traces must still remain on your person. Please arrange your underclothing, so that I can examine you completely. Lean over that chair."