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of the 15th Day of August. The Scheme of my eminent Husband is that, as the Culmination of a set of Scenes, I shall be Bench’d, Whipp’d and Plugg’d, and in said condition, receive the Lordly Member into my Mouth. Some are saying the Event will be on a Par with the taking of the Sacrament, but I keep myself apart from such Matters of Controversy.
    This Afternoon is set aside to accomplish two things. Since no Organ, let alone that of the Master, has yet entered through my Lips, I am in sore need of Tuition in the Art. My Abigail, while being no Expert – or so she insists modestly – has agreed to teach me what she knows. In addition to that Deficiency, I lack first-hand Experience of the Taws with which I am to be Lash’d, but wish to approach this Matter by Degrees. Thus it is that I shall lay them across Nabby’s Backside a few times at the start – with her full consent, I must make clear – so that we may take note of the Condition and Progress of the Marks while I undergo my Primary Instruction.
    The first of the Footmen to do Duty for us is let in to my Chamber bearing the Instrument of Correction for our Scrutiny. I am equipped with a Rule and determine its Length to be a little more than two feet, and its Breadth a total of one and three-quarter inches. It is made of Leather a full quarter-inch in Thickness, and for half its Length is cut into the three Tongues that give the Name to it. One Face has been polished to a high Degree, which we reason is the one designed to strike the Skin. We have finished our Study so my dear Maid raises her Shift and kneels at a Stool, bending to present her white Posterior for my Action.
    ‘Hard now, Mistress,’ she begs, ‘or we sha’not learn what we should,’ and I take her at her Word, standing forward so that when I swing the Taws whips around the Globes to Bite the far side. Two Lashes as we have agreed produce two Squeals, then I move to deliver a Brace backhanded to the Left to make two more. Nabby leaps up and rubs with her pretty Mouth open, but when she stops there is but a little Red to show for it. I am disappointed, but it is no Matter, for we have the main Business to attend to.
    The Young Man is now divested of his Livery and stands waiting in an open Shirt and Breeches. Before even he is unbutton’d it is plain he has enjoy’d the View; thus it is no surprise when Nabby draws out a Polony as firm and long as it were come fresh from the Continent. However, once the Mouth is put to work it is not to munch but rather to suck as though she were holding one of the new-made Lollypops between her Lips. In a while it is my Turn, and Nabby shows me to take the Organ in on to my Tongue and then close around it. I do so and at once Retch as the Head touches the Roof of the Mouth. ‘Easy as she goes, Mistress,’ says my ever-helpful Abigail, counselling me to take a little of the Shaft at a time. Thus I get on better and am soon, by Variation, licking at the Head as I am instructed. There is suddenly a Drop at the End that is not, I think, of my Spittle and Nabby takes it back, declaring the Finish to be near.
    The Aid is enlisted of the Footman to take the Member in his own Hand, for we are desirous of its Discharge into a shallow Dish. He pumps rapidly perhaps a dozen times, then the Juice squirts. The Deed is done and the Equipment has shrunk to the size of a Slug, which Nabby wipes and returns to its Place in the Clothing. Once the Lad is dismissed, she takes a little of the Pool with the tip of her Tongue and asserts that it is a Fine Sample. I follow her Example and although I am not best pleased with the salt Taste – which fact I keep to myself – I join her in licking the Plate clean as though we are two Cats at the one Bowl of Milk.
    It is when my Maid rises to put it aside that I see a Sight to make me clap my hands with Glee. For the Area that showed before so little mark’d is now aglow! We move to a Mirror so she too may see what has excited