The two women looked at each other for an instant and appeared undecided.

"Don't be afraid, ladies," I said, "we are all kindly disposed toward you and will do nothing whatever to displease you."

"This is not the reception we expected," answered the smaller one, in an impatient tone.

Before any more could be said, the ladies found themselves between two gentlemen, whose pricks were in a magnificent state of erection; seats were placed as though they were to assist at an entertainment and we were invited to take our places.

The Big Fellow, armed with a birch, prick erect, approached the taller of the two, whose ample form excited my admiration, and began thus:

"Madame, I have been commissioned to administer to you a whipping.

It is a great honour which is conferred upon me. I will not insult you by asking you to undress, a long experience on my part facilitating this proceeding which is a most agreeable one."

"Sir, if you are a gentleman, you will not carry out this odious threat," she answered in a low but firm voice.

The Big Fellow whispered something in her ear and it seemed to reassure the beauty by some promise. Then he began to undress her, turning to the audience:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this waist is in the latest fashion and somewhat difficult to get off but we will succeed finally." Suiting the action to the word, he removed the garment and our beauty appeared in her corset.

Her alabaster bosoms which were heaving with emotion, appeared like two hemispheres. He kissed them ardently, then passing behind her, he untied her skirts and raising the lady in his arms, lifted her out of the mass of clothing which had fallen around her feet, leaving her in her drawers and corset only.

He had no need to recommend that she remain perfectly still; she did not attempt to make a movement. He finally took off her drawers and corset and the contour of an admirably beautiful form was seen through her only remaining garment, a fine cambric chemise. It showed a superb bottom and a pair of magnificent thighs.