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your chemise, shoes
and stockings. The maids will assist you to do so."
    The poor girl advanced tremblingly, for she had not long entered the
establishment, and this was but her second birching.
    When she was divested of her dress Madame Cul directed one of the
housemaids to assist her in getting on the other one's back, where she
was securely held by the hands, the servant acting as horse, having her
firmly gripped by each wrist, whilst the other strong young woman was
directed to hold the victim's legs well apart.
    Ethel gazed as if fascinated by the pretty and luscious sight presented
to her view; it was so exciting to see Rosalie, who was about sixteen,
with an exquisitely fair complexion, her face flushed with shame, with
deep blue eyes brimful of tears, just ready to run down the crimson
cheeks, as Madame Cul raised first her skirts, which brought to view
the poor girl's pretty legs, dressed in most interesting boots, white
silk stockings, and delicately trimmed drawers.
    The poor girl seemed to quiver all over with emotion, as she first
sobbed and then cried for mercy in a most piteous broken voice, "Oh,
Madame, do pray punish me in private as you did at first. Ah, no, no! I
can't bear the shame of their all seeing my poor naked bottom."
    "Silly girl, hold that whimpering noise, you deserve all this disgrace,
did I not tell you how I would punish you before the whole school next
time?" said Madame, evidently with some excitement, as she opened the
girl's drawers behind, and pinned up the tail of her chemise with all
the rest of the impedimenta round the victim's waist, till at last they
had a very fair view of Rosalie's lovely little pink-lipped cunt, upon
which the incipient growth of soft down was only just beginning to be
perceptible, and another delightful item displayed to view was her
tight wrinkled little bum-hole, set in a frame of soft-tinted delicate
brown, beautifully in contrast with the snowy whiteness of the
well-developed buttocks.
    Madame now raised the birch with which she was provided, and commenced
to lash the bottom so invitingly exhibited, increasing the severity of
her cuts as she went on. Then resting a little she seemed to watch with
much satisfaction the wriggling of the fair penitent, the cheeks of
whose bottom were a fiery red.
    When she recommenced, the birching was directed to the inside of the
victim's thighs, and even on the lips of that delicately pink little
cunt, with light smart touches, evidently intended to inflame the parts
rather than cut them up.
    Rosalie, her dark eyes now full of sensuous humidity, her face burning
scarlet, alternately sobbed and cried as she commenced afresh to
struggle wildly, so that the servants with all their strength could
scarcely hold the plunging victim.
    Madame Cul stopped the punishment, and to Ethel's intense surprise, she
saw Rosalie's bottom-hole open and shut, whilst the throbbing lips of
her cunt emitted a thick, whitish-looking liquid, which oozed forth in
spasmodic gushes.
    "Enough! She spends, the lewd girl; it only shows the prurient ideas
girls must have when my birching affects them in such a sensual manner.
Fie for shame, Mademoiselle Rosalie, what have you done?" exclaimed
Madame, as she sank into a chair and seemed ready to faint herself,
whilst the humidity of her eyes seemed the very counterpart to that
sensuous look in her victim.
    Recovering herself in a few moments, she directed them to release
Rosalie, and then left the room.
    During this extraordinary scene Minette had placed her hand behind
Ethel and squeezed the cheeks of her bottom, also endeavoring to force
it between her thighs as well as she could, considering how the
intervening dress hindered this operation. Nevertheless our innocent
novice could not help opening her legs a little, and felt a strange
indescribable sensation of pleasure.
    The other girls were moving restlessly on their seats and, in fact,
were using dildoes concealed under their drapery.
    When Minette and