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hang your clothes
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The old slave snapped out
orders to the
master the same as he had when Elias was a boy. But
then the slave
remembered himself, and raised his old bones from the chair.
"It was right kind of you
to bring me this
here chair," he said. "I do most appreciate it.
Won't you
sit down, Master 'Lias."
"Sit down, Cesar."
Cesar
sat. Elias stood stiffly, not daring
even to lean against the wall any more. When his Pa had been
away from the plantation, which was often, it had fallen to Cesar to whip the boys for
their mischief, and Elias,
who
didn't give a fig for his pa's whippings, had been terrified
of
him. He still was. Cesar began his tale.
"You ask me as how your
uncle Roger got
religion - that there Methody. Well I
hear tell it
was a preacher walk by as he was at plow his field on a
Sunday. And that preacher man he walk by,
whistling
and looking other way, like he don't see a man who be at breaking
the sabbath. And he walk most by, and that Roger he
yells
out 'You am a bastard! You there, your mother was a
she-ass!'
"And that preacher man he
thinks he turn the
other cheek, and he say 'A very good day to you,
Sir. A
fine morning.' And he takes off his hat and he bows
like he
be in church.
"And that Roger he starts
to whip his mule, and he say 'You am a bastard,
Mule!'
and he laugh, because he made the
preacher man think he was yelling at him, when he was yelling at his
mule. And when and he do say, 'your mother was a
she-ass,' he was just be at talking to his mule. But the preacher
man he say: 'Why
do you beat
your mule, Sir?'
"And that Roger he say
"This mule am lazy!
This mule am no good! She am all spavined and
broke
down, and sure she enought won't pull the plow!" and he commences to
go whip that mule something awful, and the mule make a
powerful of noise and she kicks and kicks, and she catch him a kick,
and then he sets in to whip till he
most whip the hair off her hindpart, but he can't get her no how to
pull the plow. And the preacher man say: 'I can
make her
pull.' And Roger he says 'I bet to God
you
can't.'
"And the preacher man he
say to the mule, 'You
is a very fine mule. I am never be seeing such
strong
legs. And such a coat. Why I do declare I
can and see
myself in it, it be shiny as a peering glass. And
such a
sweet
face, like on a pretty girl who am go to church! I
can tell
you are a patient mule, with a loving heart.' And
sure
enough
that mule up and pulled the plow right along to the end of the furrow.
And then that Roger he say:
'We and always
pays our bets in my family. I say I bet to God, and
I'll pay to
God. I'll
go along with you to the meeting today and I'll do what you say me to
do in the meeting.
That's for payment, preacher, but ken you be more a sinner than I be.'
"And the preacher
ask: 'Why you say I be a sinner?' And Roger he say,
'Why,
that
mule! You sure enough told her a pack of
lies - a right pack of lies'."
Elias laughed, if only to
stop Cesar from
saying "a right pack of lies!" over and over again.
He asked Cesar: "And that
was it?
Uncle Roger he went to the Methody meeting house one time, to pay a
bet,
and he be Methody ever since?"
"Weren't no Methody meeting
house. They meet together 'neath that big old
oak on Master Josh Carleton his place. And
there weren't but five or six in the county, those
days.
Now you can't hardly fling a rock without you hit a Methody, and by and
large you can hit one as could do with a rock flung at him.
But
your Uncle
Roger he got powerful religion from that preacher man."
"I don't like to speak ill
of them that is
dead, but I never saw my Uncle Roger turn the other cheek."
"No
Sir. But he sure enough turned
up the cheeks of any boy say the name of God. Any
boy say
'God damn!' and Master Roger he whip him on the bare breech.
Didn't
he whip you once, Master 'Lias?"
"Not for swearing.
But me, and little Sally
Waters, and his own son Matt - he whip us something grand on the bank
of White Oak Creek. That was what I wanted to ask
you about."
"Ask
me? I don't know nothing
about that."
"But Sally - and
Matthew. Don't you
know what happened?"
Old Cesar said: "Master 'Lias - supposing you tell me what happened."
"Supposing you tell me what happened" -- that was what old Cesar used to say
when
he thought little Elias had earned a whipping. And little
Elias would
confess. Every time. Sometimes
Elias confessed to worse than he done, just to make old Cesar stop
his questions. And when little Elias had
spoken of all his sins, plus extras, he would ask:
"Cesar, do I
deserve to be whip for that?" And Cesar would puff his pipe a
spell,
and
then would he say: 'I reckon you do, young Master
'Lias, if you say so. How many do you be thinking?' As a boy, Elias had never
been
questioned by Cesar
without the old slave finding out some sin or other. Elias had
paid for
his fornications as a boy, and paid hard, because Cesar could always
make him confess. But he wasn't a boy any
more, and Cesar was his brother's slave. His to
whip, if there was any whipping done. And even as a
boy, when he'd confessed his fornications and been whipped for them,
he'd
known quite well that Cesar did more fornication than ever the boys he
whipped, put together.
Elias began his tale: "We
three had gone
fishing; me, and cousin Matt, and Sally Waters. Up
along the
creek at the Bryan plantation. And then we came
back down
the creek."
"So you was other side the
creek?"
"No
Sir. I don't mean the old
Bryan place, I mean the place Capt. Bryan lives now - what was Josh
Cady his plantation then."
"So you be coming down this
side the big creek, and so you has to
cross White Oak Creek where it flows in?"
"Aye, Cesar. And
Uncle Roger--that was
just after he got religion--he be at saying it ain't
proper,
that it be a sin, for male and female to swim
together. He
say a girl be a harlot if she be naked with boys. But Sally
she say: my
Pa
don't
hold dancing a sin like them Methody do, and my Pa he don't hold drinking a
sin like them Methody do, and I
ain't no Methody, and I sure enough ain't walking
five miles, just to
keep two boys
from seeing my hide, what you two boys be at seeing all my
life!.
And I say my Pa ain't no Methody
neither."
"Master 'Lias, what your Pa
tell you?
About your Uncle Roger? What he tell you, and your
brother John?"
"When Uncle Roger got
religion, Pa say we should obey Uncle Roger about
swearing and the commandments, and Pa give Uncle Roger leave to lash us if he catched us, as if we were his own boys."
"You think your Pa would
have wanted you
obey? About this, too? About you seeing
Miss
Sally and she be bare?"
"Yes Sir."
Cesar folded a
finger. He
was
keeping track of Elias's sins, the way he had done when Elias had
confessed as a boy. Elias wondered if the old man
in his mind was back at
the old plantation, counting up the whipping to give the young master?
Or did the old slave think he could still whip his boys - did
he
think Elias was here to be whipped? But then Elias realized
that he
himself was standing bowed, and
holding
his hands, one inside the other, silently begging Cesar to go easy, the
way he had done
as a child. And he was prancing,
his legs tight
like a nervous colt, because his arse was stinging - stinging and sore
- as it had felt, as a boy, whenever he was questioned by old Cesar.
Elias had used to say to his brother John, that knowing
a
whipping was coming was worse than the whipping itself. The man Elias
now felt the whip stinging his
arse, the same as the boy Elias used to feel, for
just one thin black finger
folded over. He saw in his mind's eye the little white boy
pull down his britches
and bend over the block, to be whipped by the old black man. He felt the
sting of the whip across that little white arse.
He continued his tale:
"Cousin Matthew couldn't
say his pa was no
Methody, 'cause his pa was Uncle Roger. So he say
we should not swim bare
together, as me and Sally wanted to do. He say we boys
should swim first, while she looks the other way, and when we got
across, we could call out and then Sally could swim
over. And so we boys takes off our
clothes,
and Sally she
not supposed to look, but she do look.
And then we swim
across. And on the far side there were some
pohiccory,
and
we goes behind that, and calls out that Sally could
cross.
But that there
pohiccory - we could
see right through it."
Cesar folded another
finger. Elias felt the second helpimg of strokes
already. He began to wonder how many it would be this time.
"We be at watching her, and
so
we did not put
clothes on. We did never bother to look at her, when we did swim
bare together before that day, but
now we did want so much see her, that we strained to see even an inch of her. And then,
as we be at watching
her, she wade the
deepest part,
and she do drop her bundle of clothes, and fall into the water.
She
went in without making a
sound; and if we
hadn't been a-watching, we wouldn't a known, Cesar.
Then that Matthew, he runs right through the 'hiccory bush, all bare, so he be
scratched all
over from the pohiccory thorns, but I goes 'round.
And
Matthew he jumps in the creek
and
pulls out Sally, and pulls her to the bank, and I help pull her
up. And when he see she still has breath, he hugs
and
kisses her, where they be at lying on the
mud.
"And then we see Uncle
Roger on his horse,
looking down from the bank. 'Uncle Roger,' I says, 'your
Matthew
has saved Sally her life!' He say: 'You be swiving
with a
harlot, and unless you be saved you will burn in Hell fire!'
"I says we be none, and I
show him Sally her
clothes a-floating down the creek, and I say as how we was behind the
trees when she did swim, so as not to see her, and he might see our
clothes there
still, if he look. And I says, see how Sally do gasp hard for
breath, for she do nearly drown."
Cesar asked: "And did not
he believe you, sir?"
"He did not. For
both our cocks were risen, Cesar.
Though I know not how that was for I swear I had no thought
of swiving at that
time."
"Could not he see that
Sally did but hardly
breathe?"
"No, for he said that
whores are often in such
a way, from heat of passion. And he said would whip
her
first of
all, for that she was a harlot. And so he did,
though she had scarce her wits
about
her yet to know the reason she was beat. But indeed
the whip
revived her."
"It will do that, Sir."
"As he whipped he asked her
what filthy harlot
tricks she
did with us: if she had taken our cocks into her mouth, and if she had
let us put - indeed I cannot speak of it, it was so filthy what he
asked her. And Cesar, she
answered him so meek and modest. But that enraged him, and so
we
watched her white arse striped, and made red and raw
altogether. Down her legs and between her legs, and
on her
privates, with his horsewhip. He made her spread
her
knees, to feel more the pain as he whipped between her legs.
And besides he whipped her across, he whipped her
along,
into the valley of her arse. I would not whip a slave so."
"But did she not protest
she were no harlot?"
"She did not. She
said that all that
was done, was her doing,
and that she had played the part of a harlot, to tempt us, and she was
a sinner to be whipped, but that
Matthew was no way in blame and had done nothing at
all. And so said he of
her, when he was whipped."
"And so you was whipped
last, Master Elias?"
"I do not speak of
that. I wish to
know what passed when she was carried home to her father, his
plantation. Did you
ever
hear of that, from some slave at Master Waters his place?"
"I have not heard that
tale. Why,
what think you should have happened?"
"Should? Why he
should have put her to
bed and called her nurse to cosset her. That is what he
should! Not called her a
whipped harlot before all, before her own people!"
"And did he so?"
"It was soon known to all
the county that she
had been whipped for whoring. He must have told."
"That Miss Sally was
whipped, must be knowed
to some, Master, without that Master Roger has told any
tale. Were her clothes plucked
from the
water?"
"No, they had gone down toward the sea before we thought of it. Uncle Roger
did give his coat, to
cover her nakedness. But then we did lift
her, and
set her before him on his horse, and that did make her to wail so, from
soreness of her arse, that he must lay her across the horse, arse
uppermost. He had his whip in his hand, and her red arse
before
him, and he did urge her to confess, to her harlot tricks--for she
still
denied that Matthew had entered her, as indeed he had
not.
And so he was fresh enraged as they rode away, and I do think he
whipped her more as they rode."
"And so they rode to Col.
Waters his
place. Five
miles it be by road, Master 'Lias, from White Oak Creek to Col. Waters
his place, and any might be at seeing
them as they rode along, Master 'Lias--have you thought on
that? And
so they came thus to Col. Waters his plantation, where the slaves they would
help
her down and they see her bare and that her arse
be striped. 'Twas enough set
tongues to wag, Elias. I think Master Roger he
never say,
this be
a whore. Was it spoken of, that you and his own son
Matthew, was accused with her?"
"Not at first."
"So your Uncle Roger did
not speak - He would never have called her harlot, and said nothing of
the boy, when it was his own
son. And what did
you do, you and Master Matthew, after Master Roger rode away with Miss
Sally?"
"Why?
we went home. What should we
do? But we did sleep that night in the
barn, for
Matthew would not go home, for fear of more whipping from his
Pa. And I
wished to hide from you, that I'd been whipped, and so we slept
in the barn."
"And you talked of your
whipping."
"We did. I had
not known that any heard
us."
"You were always to talk,
Elias, after a
whipping. You
would lie in your brother John his arms, and beg that he should rub
your
arse with his hands, and kiss it. And you did like to show your arse to
my boy Thomas,
and ask: does not
my white arse make a better show, than your black one?"
"So it was that night.
Matthew rub and
slap my
arse, to ease me, and I did so for him. We lay in each
others arms, in the straw, for it were cold. But our arses were so hot, that we could not
bear to wear our shirts.
And I said I had felt great lechery in watching Miss
Sally, her arse
whipped, and my cock rose as I spoke of it. And we were
tight held together in the straw, and my cock pushed between his legs,
and we did wrastle together and my seed spilled between his legs.
And I said to him I would take his cock in my
mouth to make him shoot his seed.
We had never heard of that trick in our lives, to take a cock in the
mouth, but his Pa
had accused Sally of it, and that gave me lechery to make a cock shoot
seed in my mouth."
"And did you?"
"He said he felt not so
much lechery as I,
for his cock was not yet risen. But he wished it to rise,
for he lust
to talk of
lechery. He
said: 'And you can by talking, make my cock rise, Cousin,
you may do with it
what your will is, to take it in your mouth.' And
so I spoke of the kinds of lechery
that his
father has
accused us, which we had no idea of before, but he said he felt no
lechery to hear of them. I asked
if he felt no lechery from having his
sore arse slap, for when he did rub my arse hard and slap it,
to ease the pain, that did make my cock to rise. He said he
felt lechery in it, but I should strike
harder. So I did spank his arse with my hand, hard
as I could, as you
would
spank a bantling boy too small for the whip, and then he said he wished
me to whip his
arse, for he was no bantling boy to be so spanked with a
hand. I
said I would do it in the morning, for it be too dark then to look for the
whip, and we could strike no light in the barn."
"The whip for slave arses
did hang behind
the door,
as you know better than most, Master 'Lias. Did not
you have the whipping of Gilly and my boy
Thomas to do yourself at that time?"
"And you had still the whipping of me, Cesar, and you did use to make me fetch the whip for own whippings, so I knew well enough where it did hang. But our arses were full sore from his pa, and so I thought him mad to want more whipping. I did pretend I knew not where the whip it be, and I bid him wait for morning, and did hope he would forget his fancy to be whipped. But then he did say as how he felt great lechery when he was whipped of his pa, for that his pa had whipped him and accused him of every trick of lechery with Sally, tricks we had not heard of. And he told me that while he was whipped of his pa, his cock had risen hard, and he had spilled his seed into the rotten stump he was bent over. And so he had most lechery to be whipped again to spill his seed. And when he spoke to me of spilling his seed into the hole in the stump, his cock at last rose hard.
"Now he had said that when
his cock should rise, I would have my will, which was to take it in my
mouth. But he would not do his promise, for then
he said he must first have the lechery of being whipped, and then I should
have mine with my mouth. And despite it was
powerful
cold, he did go about the barn stark naked, a-feeling
for a
horsewhip with his hands,
and he bother the
horses. So I bid him to look behind the door, where
the whip was."
"And did he find the whip
and take a whipping
with it?"
"It was full dark, and he could not find
it. It
was cold, and we were shivering. So I went to the door and put
my hand on it in the dark, and called him over to the block."
"You knew that block well,
Master 'Lias."
"Indeed
well. And most of of all
that bit of earth that I did look down upon, when I was bent over it -
I knew every crack in that hand's breadth of earth.
But when I came to whip
Matthew, I had in mind the
times that I did whip Thomas and Gilly, not my own whippings. For so I
did
contrive to hit
Matthew his arse, for all that I could see nothing in the dark, by
thinking on the whippings I gave Thomas."
"Did you whip
hard? For Thomas said to me he
did not care a fig about your whippings."
"The devil he did!
For he did howl and
shout that I was murdering him!"
"And you, Master Elias?
You used to say a whipping was nothing to you. Was that true?"
"It was not."
"And did you look for more
truth
in Thomas?"
"But I didn't tell a lie
to get out of a harder whipping! What Thomas did was
not
honorable!"
"We be slaves, sir. But I say to Thomas: 'and you be wicked, and Master Elias whip you for it, do you get a second whipping from me.' And so he got a real whipping from me."
"Aye Cesar. And it was no easy thing, to be given the whipping of Thomas to do, and then you must interfere."
"Your whipping was too
light, Master Elias, I did but put some sting in it. Did you
whip Matthew
so light, and
short, as you did Thomas?"
"Matthew bid me
lay on well, for he said
it did not hurt,
but gave him
pleasure and lechery, to be whipped while thinking of
lechery. And he would
by no ways let me stop, until at last he did call out the name of Miss
Sally. And then he said his seed had come
out of him, and so I could not take it with my mouth. He
said it was the greatest pleasure in the world, being whipped in
lechery."
"And did you think to try
this pleasure?"
"I did.
I felt some lechery in it,
but I could not bear it, although I was ashamed to bear less whipping than
he. So I say my cock be a game cock, willing to
fight without a spur, and I took more lechery in whipping him,
than to be whipped."
"And what did Master
Matthew say?"
"He said that were well, for that I should whip him as often as I would, and take my pleasure and lechery in whipping his arse, as he took his to be whipped. But he wished best to swive a slave girl, while he was whipped. And I say I did wish to have a slave girl, to take my cock in her mouth, while I be at whipping."
"Did not he say he wished
to swive only with
Miss Sally, and be true to her?"
"He did not count slaves in that. He asked me if our Gilly would be willing. He told me I might let her off from a whipping, if she would swive with us. And I said there was no need to let her off a whipping, to make her swive, for she was most willing and wanting to swive with me without that, and I supposed she would swive with him too, for my sake. But, Cesar, I told him we could not do it with Gilly, for that you would surely come to know of it. And he called me fool and coward to be afraid of a slave. So I said, why must it be a slave at my place, what of some girl of his own place? But Matthew he was more afraid of his pa, than ever I was of you, and so I called him coward, back to his face again. And truth was we were both at coward of taking a slave in our own places. But then I say I know of a girl, for Thomas had done tell me about this girl - she was at Col. Waters his place, a field girl, who wished to spread her legs for white boys, if we would bring a hen, or a mess of fish. And so we agreed it - that we would swive with her, and that while he was in her swiving, at pumping into her like he did pump into the stump of rotten wood, I would be at whipping his arse."
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II.
the monkey thought t'was all in fun: |
"Indeed, the next day."
"Thomas will feel the whip
for this."
"But he is most a grown
man, and this was five
years past!"
"He is your slave, Master
'Lias.
Would you be at whipping him, if he be wicked? For
all he
be
a grown man?"
"Of course I whip my
slaves. I whip Thomas twice this last year."
"Well, I shall whip my son,
be he boy or
man. He had no call to put temptation in the way of
Talitha."
"Talitha?
It were not
Talitha. It were Hainey. I done told you
it were a
field slave."
"Hainey? Mandingo
Hainey?
Her with the heathen scars on her from Africa? You
swive
with her?"
"Why, she did have more lechery than me!"
"And did Matthew have
lechery for Hainey, black and scarred and ugly she is, when he wanted
pretty Sally
Waters?"
"He did
not. For when we came to
meet her at the appointed place, that were at Col. Waters his place,
at sunset, in the woods behind the slave cabins, she
met us there and told us that Miss Sally was took sick, bad sick, with
a cold, and
then Matthew, his lechery went out of him complete.
I still had
much lechery to whip him. And he say he
wished to be whipped as we had agreed, not for lechery but for his sin,
for that it
was his fault, that Sally was so long
naked at White Oak Creek, and so had taken the
cold. And
he say to Hainey
she should
pass word to Talitha, for you know that Talitha was the lady-maid to Miss Sally at that time, that we
were
powerful sorry, and we did pray she be in health.
That girl Hainey she
be so at feared, she was most comical, when she see I have a whip,
for she think we be at come to whip her, but when she know it were
Matthew his arse to be whip, and not her own arse, she had
lechery to
watch it done. And then he
bare his breech for the whip."
"And you whipped him,
Master 'Lias?"
"I did at that time strip myself
stark naked,
and I bid
Hainey be so too, for I had wish to swive with her, as I
whipped Matthew.
And I did bid Matthew to be naked too, for I wished him to
swive with
Hainey along side of me. But he say he have no
taste for swiving,
and did
only pull down his breeches for the whip and would not be naked.
He bid me
to whip him on his bare arse. And his arse was
still bad marked from the whipping from his pa, so I ask Hainey to look
at my arse, and I says to her : 'look ye at my
arse, and at Master Matthew his arse. Be mine marked more, or be his more?' and
Hainey say my arse be terrible marked, more so than Master Matthew, and my
cock
rose at that.
And I commence to whip Matthew his arse, to make it a color of purple where it
was black and blue, and I had great
lechery in the sight of
it. My cock was tight hard, but Matthew his cock
did not
rise. And Matthew, he did weep, and cry, as a spaniel when
it is whip. He wept for his sin."
"And then did you bid him,
to whip you."
"How did you know that,
Cesar? Did Hainey speak of it?"
"No, Master Elias, I did
not hear of this
here meeting. But when you did watch your
brother John be
whip, and he cry, then would you cry, as you never would cry for your
own whipping. And whenever it happened that he
was whipped, then when his whipping
be done, you two would go off together a ways into the woods - I'm old,
Master 'Lias, but not
deaf. I know that whatever strokes John had been
beat in his whipping, he would lay that same count on your arse."
"And did you know Cesar, that at night after a
whipping, when he was
whipped
and sore, he would let me
sleep in his bed, in his arms, as he would not let me do at other times? And that since I had taken the
same
count as he, he did used to soothe and kiss my arse, and he wept for my
hurt from his hands.
For the great love he
had for me, I did not
care of the pain."
"Did he ask you, to share his whipping?"
"No. But once
when
Pa whip him, I did hear him, in the night, weeping. Then did
I
go into his bed, and say:
I
cannot bear it that you should weep. And I would not be
comforted, until he say he would
whip me the same as he be whip. He called me a most
loving brother, and he left off weeping, and we did sneak out of the
house, and into the
woods by moonlight, and cut a pohiccory stick. And
I felt great love and
gratitude for my brother that he did beat me that night. I
still have
that stick."
"When I whip you, Elias,
your brother John cried to see you beat, but he did never bare his
breech to
keep you company."
"He did, Cesar. He bare his breech and gave me full leave to beat him with the 'hiccory. He begged me to. When I had a whipping of you, he rubbed my arse, and slapped me to ease the pain, and kissed my arse, and wept - he said that seeing such stripes caused him such misery, that he wished to share my pain, as I did his. But I knew I could bear whipping better than he."
"And yet you took a beating, when you saw your cousin Matthew cry? I had not thought you had such love for your cousin, Master 'Lias, as you did for your brother John."
"I did not. It
were only lechery, not love, with Matthew.
I did
remember how we
had been together in the barn, and spilled seed between our legs while we hug and kiss
together. And so, when I had whip him sore for his sin with Sally Waters, I did say, 'Cousin Matthew, I
am at fault
as much as
you, for that Sally she has caught a cold.' And so
I bent
over
and he whip
hard, as I could not bear, and
yet I had a lust to bear all I could, and so I had a pleasure
in it, the first lechery I ever had from being
whip. But by
and
by I think that my arse must be solid red, and I bid him stop, and I
felt satisfaction to have born it. But he said it
were not
enough, and we
both must be whip
more. We were drunk with whipping, and mad with
it, like
men drunk in a tavern, who fight and feel no pain.
"I ask him: 'do you feel
no pleasure, Cousin, from being whip? For at the stump at White Oak Creek, you
did spill your seed from being whip.' And he said
no,
that he had no lechery, and for proof, his cock did not
rise. My cock was hard risen. And I felt
shame
that he felt his fault to Miss Sally, while
I had lechery and
no thought for Sally being
sick. So I says: 'I think we were at fault, for
truly we did play
at whoring, as your Pa said. Therefore, Cousin Matthew, do
you whip me well,
as
you do judge my
fault. And I will not bid you stop, but bear my
punishment as you decide it.' And he said: 'Cousin Elias,
I am very glad. And you shall whip me as you judge my
fault, and I will bear it - whatever it be.'
"And he commenced to whip
me, and I did think on
my fault, for his whipping hurt exceedingly on my
arse. Truly I
thought I was at fault, for that, when we strip naked to swim, I knew
that Sally would look on, and so I turned about to show her my privates, that they were up.
And she did look on, as I had guessed, but she rather looked on Matthew
his arse,
than at my cock risen to salute her. I do think she knew we peeked at
her bare too, for I do think she dropped her clothes a purpose.
And
so I was thinking as I was whip by
Matthew. Then I did think of Matthew
and Sally hugging and kissing as we lay naked on the muddy bank, and I
did think that perhaps they had been at swiving, as his pa had said
And then I had
such lechery - I had lust to take
my cock in my hand, to spill my seed, and it were so strong that my
hand did seem to pull of itself. And then the lash
did not seem
pain to
me, but only drove my lust the hotter. And
Matthew
he could see how it was
with me, and he stopped to whip me.
"And he ask: 'What do you
think on, Cousin
Elias, that you
feel such lust? Will you not think of our
fault?'
I did not want to say I thought of Sally, of him swiving with her, for
I knew Matthew did love
her, and would not wish to have it spoken of. And so I say I
look on Hainey and she be naked, and so I think of
sport with her. Matthew says:
'I would not feel
lechery, if she kissed me on every part of my
body.' I says: 'If she but took
your cock in her
mouth, you would spend your seed, Cousin Matthew.'
And so Matthew signed to her that she should take
his cock
in her mouth, for he wished to prove his cock would not rise.
And she knew some trick of it, for his cock did
rise depite of him. Then he pushed her so she fell and cut
her crown, and whle she was mazed he pushed his cock
into
her privaties, and quickly spent his seed in her.
But then he was deep ashamed - his lust had made him do it.
"I says
I would have sport with her too. I says
to her: 'Hainey, I think you must have more skill in lechery
than we, for we boys be but new pupils at this sport. You will
be our schoolmaster, and have the 'hiccory stick.'
And
so
she did, for we did kiss, and then
she did kiss the stripes on my arse, which is my special fancy, and
then I thrust my cock inside of her. And
then she
pulled away, and turned in my arms, and laughed, and I could not hold
her, though lust did make me mad. Then she
bid
me whip her arse for her pleasure, and I do bid her run, and
I chase her round the mullaberry tree, whipping her
arse.
But she did try a trick,
and got the whip from me. I did not run from her,
but turned
on her,
and so got
the whip across my cock, so hard it spilled blood. And then
I got the whip and held
her
down and whipped her sore, saying: do you want the whip or my
cock? And she say she
want my cock, but from behind, as rams do rutt with ewes.
And so we did, though it was not
quick, but
after time of working I spent my seed, and I thought it good sport."
"Did Matthew watch you at
your sport, Master
'Lias?"
"He did look
away. For once I
spent my seed I did kiss her, and she did lick my privities with her
tongue, cleaning the blood, and we did play a game of little bites,
till I did threat to
lash her, for biting of my ball. And she say I must do it
then,
for
that I
had bit her privities too hard, and she would have revenge and bite my
ball, and did not
care if she be lashed for it. And I pulled back my foreskin
and bid her
bite the tip of
my cock if she would bite, but I say she must not bite my ball again,
or I would beat her arse
with a
stick. And she say she do like the stick I beat her arse
with,
for she did mean my cock, and so she would bite my ball again to
earn such another beating with that stick of mine.
"And then Matthew, who stood looking away from our sport, did say that
when we
should
finish, he had still to be whipped. And I
did for his more shame make
him wear the dress, that was Hainey her slave dress, and I put a
garland on his head like a boy who is shamed in school.
Then I say he should have his dress lifted, and be whip as a
girl is whip, for such
a naughty girl as he was, was too much a baby
to be lashed like a boy.
And he say I might whip him as I wished. And I say
'You be
grim of face, Cousin Matthew, but I shall see you dance and
sing.' And I did tie up his dress, so
that his arse
be bare, and bid him hold the branch of a tree, so that his toes only
did touch the ground, and I bid Hainey to whip him with the
pohiccory stick, as girls are made to do the whipping of other girls in school.
And so
he danced, for Hainey she
struck
him
terrible hard, as did make him jump. But
he did not
cry, and so I thought I had
not made him sing. And when I looked in his face he
did
smile to be whipped, and he soon began to
laugh, so much did he not care of that whipping.
"I bid Hainey to leave off
beating
him, and I ask: 'Do you now feel pleasure, Cousin Matthew?
For
your cock is not risen.' And he say
he feels no lechery, and he knew not why, but he felt no more pain in
his arse, than what a man might feel from a hard day of riding his
horse. And he was very jolly, and said he
wished to
eat some meat, for that being whip was good exercise, and give
him a good appetite. I had a jug of
whiskey,
for to give to Hainey for her whoring, and he drank of it, and so
commenced to sing, as I had said I would make him do. The
whiskey
made him
jolly and he said
that Sally had but a cold, and would soon be well, and that he would
ask his father to speak with Col. Waters, for their
marriage.
And I say that Col. Waters he be a rich man, but that my cousin
Matthew he be good enough for
Sally, and I did think Col. Waters would agree.
"And then he did dance in
truth, and sing, and
Hainey danced, and whipped him with the pohiccory.
And we
did play a game of whipping and drinking, that each must drink and sing
and dance, and not loose time.
And
Hainey lost, for the skipped time from being beat, and Matthew say she
must for penalty drain the jug, and then to dance
a jig.
"Then we do all kiss and
lay together, and
Hainey do take a cock in each hand, and I ask Matthew if he do love
Sally Waters, and
he says that he must have her. For that when Sally did bend
over
the stump to be whip, she had shown us her female privities, which were
the
first he
ever had seen in his life, of a white girl, and so he could think of
nothing else but of
having her. And I asks,
'Do you think of having sport with her?' And he
said he did think at night of
nothing, but
of pushing his cock in her. He say that when he was whip by his pa by the creek, the stump was still warm
from Sally her body, and as he were whipped, he did think of her, how she did
writhe
and twist from the whipping, and she be naked before us. And his cock had risen hard,
and
from his movings and twistings as his pa whip him, he had worked
his cock and pushed a groove into the rotten
stump. And as he worked his cock in the
stump, in the hole or groove, he
did think
to himself that it were the hole of Sally her privates, and he did
pretend
to cry in pain, what were really his pleasure, for he did spill his
seed into the stump, while his pa whip him. And now he would have no other kind of
lechery, but
to be whip while he did think of his cock in Sally Waters.
"But he ask if I did think
Sally love him,
for his lust had made him jealous, and he had fear
that she did like me, more than
him.
And I tell him that when we
strip naked to swim, I did turn back to see if she looked at us, for
that I wish to show her my
privities. And she did
look at his bare arse, and she had no lust to look at me, even my cock. And I
said: 'When next we a-fishing go, she will be wanting to swim bare with
us - and if you are not able to have her to swive with you then,
Cousin, I am much mistook. For I think girls do
more strongly burn with lust,
than we, and Sally she burns more with lust for you, even than you
for her. Get
a child on her, then you may marry her for certain'."
Old Cesar folded another
finger. He asked: "Did Master
Matthew swive with Miss Sally afore she
died?"
"He say he would on no account swive with her until they be married. And I say even if it be so that Col. Waters agree, very like he say that she is too young, so they should not come to marry for some years. And I say it be best to get a child on her, and not have to wait so long. And Matthew he say that sport with Sally should be his greatest pleasure, but yet he had pleasure in being whip, and so he would be satisfied with that until they be married. And I say I would whip him if he will, for that I had pleasure in looking at his white arse, turn red as it were whipped. And we agreed to meet the very next day, at sunset, for another whipping, and that I should bring another jug of whiskey, for that we had drunk the first one, that was to have paid Hainey. Matthew came home with me again, and we slept in the barn. And I did think much of my swiving with Hainey, for that were the first time I had my cock into any woman her privates."
III.
and kissed my
sister instead of me |
IV.
stole a pig
and away he run |
V.
For laughing at
Jack's disaster. |
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VI.
and I can kiss a bonny
girl at 12 o'clock at
night. |
She wasn't in shock.
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Jack
and Jill Went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down, And broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after. |
Then up
Jack got,
And home did trot, As fast as he could caper; To old Dame Dob, Who patched his nob With vinegar and brown paper. |
When
Jill came in, How she did grin To see Jack's paper plaster; Her mother, vexed, Did whip her next, For laughing at Jack's disaster. |
Now
Jack did laugh
And Jill did cry, But her tears did soon abate; Then Jill did say, That they should play At see-saw across the gate. |
Tom, Tom, the
piper's son, Stole a pig and away he run; The pig was eat, And Tom was beat, And Tom went crying down the street |
The Queen of Hearts She made some tarts, All on a summer's day; The Knave of Hearts, He stole those tarts, And took them clean away. |
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The King
of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the knave full sore: The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more |
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The King
of Spades He kissed the maids, Which made the Queen full sore; The Queen of Spades She beat those maids, And turned them out of door: |
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The Knave of Spades Grieved for those jades, And did for them implore; The Queen so gent She did relent And vowed she'd ne'er strike more. |
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The King
of Clubs He often drubs His loving Queen and wife; The Queen of Clubs Returns his snubs, And all is noise and strife: |
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The Knave of Clubs Gives winks and rubs. And swears he'll take her part; For when our kings Will do such things, They should be made to smart. |
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The Diamond King I fain would sing, And likewise his fair Queen; But that the Knave, A haughty slave, Must needs step in between; |
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Good Diamond King, With hempen string, The haughty Knave destroy! Then may your Queen With mind serene, Your royal bed enjoy |
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Sally,
Sally Waters, Sprinkle in the pan, Rise Sally, rise Sally, Choose a young man. Bow to the east, Bow to the west, Bow to the young man That you love best. |
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Now you are married You must be good, And help your wife To chop the wood, Chop it thin And bring it in, And kiss her over and over again. |
There
was a little boy, and a little girl, Lived in an alley; Says the little boy, to the little girl, Shall I, oh, shall I? |
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Says the
little girl, to the
little boy, What shall you do? Says the little boy, to the little girl, I will kiss you |
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Once
in my life I married a wife,
And where do you think I found her? On Gretna Green, in velvet sheen, And I took up a stick to pound her. |
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She
jumped over a
barberry-bush, And I jumped over a timber, I showed her a gay gold ring, And she showed me her finger |
I had a
little nut tree, Nothing would it bear But a silver nutmeg And a golden pear; |
The King of Spain's daughter Came to visit me, And all for the sake Of my little nut tree. |
All
around the
cobbler's bench,
The monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought 'twas all in fun: Pop! goes the weasel. A penny for a spool
of thread, Up and down the London Road,
In and out of the Eagle, That's the way the money goes. Pop! goes the weasel.
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Half a
pound of tuppenny rice, Every
night when Mum goes out, I've
no time to plead and sigh,
I've no time to wheedle, Kiss me quick and then good-bye : Pop! goes the weasel. |
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