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The last of my tyrant

2008-09-27T11:53:24Z

«I hated the life at first, and I dislike it still, but I have new grown accustomed to it—like other women in the same position. Nearly four years have passed since that time, and I have done well in the «profession.» I have many good friends, some of whom are rich and liberal. I have saved money and am still saving, and I have had a couple of offers of marriage. Perhaps I will get married some day if I get an offer from a man whom I could love, for, though I am what I am, I will never marry a man unless I love him.
About a year ago, I paid a visit of a couple of days to Philadelphia and, while there, I heard that Miss Dean still was unmarried and that she was as charitable as ever. It had never got to be known that she had been shamefully whipped during her stay in the South. I need hardly tell you that I did not call upon her, though I should have liked to have seen and spoken to the sweet woman again.
My story is finished, and now you know why I said that I hated the Southerners. Don't you think I have good reason to hate them? They were the cause of all my misfortunes. If they had not whipped me and ridden me on a rail, I should not have been outraged by three ruffians, and I should not have been compelled to adopt my present life.» (Jean de Villiot, The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton). - The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton / Jean de Villiot

My last spanking

2008-09-27T11:51:15Z

«When everything was in order, Randolph brought me here one afternoon, handed over the title deeds of the house and gave me a thousand dollars. We then sat down and had a chat while he drank a glass of wine and smoked a cigar. When he had finished, he rose from his seat, saying with a laugh:
"You know, Dolly, that I am fond of whipping a woman's bottom. Now I don't suppose that I shall ever have a chance of doing such a thing in Europe, so you must let me give you a farewell spanking, a real smart one."
I did not like the idea at all, and a cold shiver ran down my back, for I knew that he would hurt me dreadfully. But I had not the strength of mind to refuse his farewell request, so, in a rather faint voice, I said: "I will let you spank me, but do not be too hard upon me. You know that I cannot bear pain."
Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he tied my wrists together, a proceeding which alarmed me. "Oh don't tie me!" I exclaimed.
He laughed, saying: "I am going to whip you as if you were a naughty slave girl, so your hands must be tied to prevent your putting them over your bottom during the spanking."
Thoroughly frightened, I made some feeble remonstrances, but he seized me and, sitting down on a chair, placed me in the orthodox position across his knees. Then he turned up my petticoats and took down my drawers.
"Now," he said, stroking my bottom, "don't make too much noise, or the servants will hear you."
Then, holding me firmly, he began to spank me very severely. Oh how hard his hand was, and how it did sting! » (Jean de Villiot, The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton). - The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton / Jean de Villiot

Renewed fears and forced kisses on the mouth

2008-09-20T09:26:38Z

«When dinner was over and we were in the drawing room, we conversed about the war. Randolph observed that most of the planters in the Southern States would be ruined if the Federals eventually proved victorious in the struggle. He further said that, though he himself would be hard hit by the abolition of slavery, he fortunately had a large sum of money invested in foreign securities, so that, whatever happened, he would still be comparatively a rich man.
At eleven o'clock he told me to come to bed, adding that he wanted to have a good naked roll with me. I was glad to go to bed, but I did not look forward with pleasure to more love-making. However, I followed him meekly upstairs to the bedroom.
After locking the door, he lit all the candles, so that the chamber was brilliantly illuminated. Then he made me take off all my clothes, doing the same himself. When we were both stark naked, he put his arm round my waist and waltzed round the room with me until I was quite out of breath. All the time, his bare breast was pressed against my naked, palpitating bosom and his stiff member rubbed against my belly. Occasionally he stimulated my flagging steps by applying a smart slap to my bottom.» (Jean de Villiot, The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton). - The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton / Jean de Villiot

«Spread-eagled» and stark naked

2008-09-20T09:23:55Z

«Laying me on my back, they now stretched out my arms and legs as widely as possible, fastening my wrists and ankles with ropes to the side of the bed. I was thus "spread-eagled," and entirely at their mercy. Standing beside the bed, they looked down upon me, their eyes gleaming with lust as they scanned every part of my naked body, while at the same time they made admiring remarks on my shape and on the whiteness of my skin and on the golden color of the hair shading the "spot."
From words they soon proceeded to deeds. They began to feel me, and I had three pairs of hands on my body at the same time. While one was squeezing my breasts and pinching the nipples, another was pulling the hair on the "spot" and tickling the lips with his finger, while the third was feeling my thighs and bottom. Then they changed places, so that at last everyone had felt my shrinking body from head to foot.
They touched me roughly. Their hands were coarse and hard. I was sick with disgust, and I cried and trembled, but I had given up screaming.
When the wretches had felt me to their hearts' content, a difficulty arose. Each man wanted to be the first to "have" me, and so they came to high words, but no one would give way. At last one of them suggested that they settle the matter by cutting a pack of cards, the man who cut the highest being allowed to poke me first, and the next highest to follow. This was agreed to. Then a dirty pack of cards was produced and cut by the men in turn. The youngest man cut a knave, Jackson came next with a ten and the third man cut a seven. » (Jean de Villiot, The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton). - The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton / Jean de Villiot

Robbed, kidnapped and the awful consequences

2008-09-07T09:06:32Z

«Jim had just pulled up the horses to give them a short rest when four rough-looking men suddenly appeared from the bushes and covered us with their revolvers. "Drop the reins and hold up your hands, you nigger!" shouted one of the men.
Exclaiming in a low tone, "By gosh, Missis, de 'bushwhackers' has got us," Jim held up his hands, while I, dreadfully frightened, uttered a shriek and, cowering down, averted my eyes from the threatening muzzles of the pistols. Two of the men lowered their weapons and came to the side of the buggy, while the other two kept their revolvers leveled at us. Then one of the "bushwhackers," a burly, black-bearded ruffian, said with an oath:
"Get out of the buggy, the pair of you; but don't attempt to run away, or you'll both git holes bored in you."
We got out and stood on the road, side by side. Jim was quite unmoved, and, though I had been alarmed at first, I was beginning to feel less frightened. (I thought that the men would merely take everything they wanted and then let us go.) » (Jean de Villiot, The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton). - The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton / Jean de Villiot

«Bushwhackers» and their depredations

2008-09-07T09:04:57Z

«It had never struck me that there would be any danger in the drive to Richmond, but, now that Jim had mentioned the "bushwhackers," I remembered that I had heard several stories of the lawless doings of these men. "Bushwhackers," I must tell you, were low white loafers who, while pretending to act as guerillas against the Federal troops, were in reality highwaymen who robbed and sometimes murdered defenseless people, whether they were Northerners or Southerners. Bands of these ruffians infested the Southern States during the war.
I sent Jim away, but I decided that I would take his advice. Going upstairs, I opened my trunks, and, taking out all my jewelry, I locked the articles in a safe which had been built in the wall of Randolph's bedroom.
The rest of the day wore slowly away. I was restless and nervous. I could not eat my dinner, and I went to bed early.» (Jean de Villiot, The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton). - The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton / Jean de Villiot

I employ the courtesan's art of seduction

2008-09-07T09:02:05Z

«At first he kept his eyes steadily fixed on my hands. But, after a few moments, his gaze was turned upon my half-naked bosom and I saw his eyes begin to sparkle as he looked into the depths of my corset. I smiled inwardly, saying to myself that I had at last made him show some sign of feeling. Affecting a serene unconsciousness, I continued to show my breasts and to wind the wool until it was all done. Then, putting my hand to my forehead and closing my eyes, I complained of a sudden faintness, saying that I would lie down on the sofa for a few minutes.
Franklin appeared to be very much concerned. He asked anxiously if he could get me anything. I shook my head then, rising feebly to my feet, I stood swaying about as if I were on the point of fainting.
He, thinking that I was going to fall, put his arm around my waist to hold me up. The moment he did so, I collapsed limply in his arms with my head against his breast and with my eyes closed. I ought to have turned pale, but I was not able to do that— however, it never struck him that it was strange that I should have kept my color all through my "fainting fit."
With an ejaculation of pity, my stoic captain tenderly raised me in his arms, carried me to the sofa and laid me down upon it. I pretended to be quite insensible, but I kept my eyes half open and I had managed slyly to raise my skirts nearly up to my knees, thereby exposing my feet and legs. He then began to chafe my hands, but I saw that his eyes were fixed on my legs and I noticed that his face had become a little flushed. Opening my eyes, I now said smilingly: "Oh, I am all right. It was only a slight attack of giddiness, and it has quite passed off." And, as I spoke, I stretched myself so as to show more of my legs and to bring into view the frills of my drawers. » (Jean de Villiot, The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton). - The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton / Jean de Villiot

Endeavors to stop the whipping of women

2008-08-30T11:21:37Z

«I went to my room and dressed for dinner, putting on one of my prettiest frocks. Then I went down to the drawing room to wait for Captain Franklin. Presently he came in, and, after making a bow, thanked me for the comfortable chamber which I had alloted him. I think he was rather surprised to find me in full evening toilette, with bare arms and shoulders. He had changed his rather war-worn uniform for an undress jacket and braided pantaloons, and he looked smart, soldierly and very handsome.
Presently dinner was announced and we went into the dining room. The meal was a good one, and I had ordered Dinah to get out some champagne as well as claret and sherry. Since Captain Franklin had been campaigning in a very rough way for six months, he thoroughly appreciated the dainty, well-cooked dishes and the good wine, and he said with a smile that he was a most fortunate man in having been detailed to occupy Woodlands instead of having to live in a damp, muddy tent and fare on tough ration beef and hard biscuits.
I laughed, saying that I was glad to hear he liked his quarters. Then we talked about all sorts of things, and I thoroughly enjoyed the conversation, finding that I had plenty to say and that I was quite able to hold my own in an argument when I was not snubbed.
Captain Franklin was polite and agreeable, treating my opinions with consideration and never contradicting me. When we went into the drawing-room, he bade me good night, saying that he had to visit his men and mount a guard. He then went away, and I felt quite lonely. His coming to the house had excited me, and I found that I could not settle down quietly to anything that evening, so I went upstairs to my room and got Rosa to brush my hair for half an hour, then I went to bed. » (Jean de Villiot, The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton). - The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton / Jean de Villiot

A most awful flagellation

2008-08-02T12:23:26Z

«Sophie was not a bad-looking woman for a mulatto, and, on ordinary occasions, her yellow-tinted complexion was clear. But, at that moment, fear had turned her face a sort of dull-grey color. "Oh, Massa, Massa!" she cried, stretching out her arms appealingly, with the tears running down her cheeks. "Don't paddle me! Whip me with de switch or de strap, but don't, oh don't paddle me!"
"Put her on the bench," said Randolph.
Sophie, in a spasm of fear, threw herself upon the floor. Dinah and Milly lifted her up. Then she began to struggle and kick. But, in spite of her resistance, the two women soon had her stretched at full length on the bench, with her wrists and ankles securely fastened with the straps.
Dinah now stripped her, and, since her head and feet were lower than the middle of her body, which was raised by the curve of the bench, the part of her person to be operated upon was thrown well up. She would have had a good figure except that her bottom was out of all proportion. It was too big. But nevertheless it was fairly-well shaped, with well-rounded cheeks meeting each other closely. Her thighs were large, too, and she had a sturdy pair of legs. Her skin was smooth and of a clear yellow tint.
Randolph took up the paddle and, standing at the culprit's left side, said: "Now you bitch, I'll make your fat bottom smart. You've cost me four-hundred dollars, and I intend to take the value out of your yellow hide."
He raised the paddle high in the air over the trembling, crying woman, who, in dread of the coming stroke, drew in the cheeks of her bottom till the division between them looked like a fine line.
Down came the paddle with great force. There was a resounding "smack" on the upper part of the right cheek of her bottom. She gave a convulsive start and gasped for breath. Then she uttered a long, shrill squeal, and, at the same instant, a great, red, blister-like patch, the exact size and shape of the blade of the paddle, sprang up on her yellow skin.
The second stroke fell on the left cheek, and again the loud sounding "smack" was followed by a shriek. Another round patch showed red on her skin.» (Jean de Villiot, The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton). - The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton / Jean de Villiot

Dinah receives an awful spanking

2008-07-26T12:02:51Z

«Presently Dinah, looking calm and placid, came into the room.
"Did you order my horse?" shouted Randolph in an angry voice.
A frightened expression at once appeared on the woman's face. "No Sah, I didn't; I quite forgot dat you tole me to order de hoss," she answered in a faint voice, glancing deprecatingly at her angry master.
He flew into a violent passion. The veins of his forehead swelled and his eyes gleamed with rage. "Oh, you forgot, did you?" he exclaimed. "Ill teach you to forget my orders!"
Rushing at Dinah, who stood cowering, he seized her, and, sitting down on the end of the sofa, threw the great big woman across his knees, just as if she had been a little girl. I could see by her astonished face that she was taken utterly aback, but she did not struggle. Ejaculating once, "Oh, Massa!" she lay quietly over Randolph's thighs with her hands resting on the floor at one side of him and her feet on the other.
With one sweep of his arm, Randolph threw her petticoats up over her head, completely hiding her face and laying her bare from her waist to her garters. Dinah, being a tall, strapping woman, had large posteriors; her bottom really was splendid—broad, deep and very plump—and, since she was lying in a much curved position, the great half-moons were raised high on Randolph's lap. She had large, round, muscular thighs and the plump calves of her big legs seemed ready to burst through her tight, white cotton stockings. Her dusky olive skin was smooth and wholesome looking, and all her drapery was clean.
Holding her firmly in position with his left arm over her naked loins and with his right leg over the lower part of her thighs, "de Massa" now began to spank the woman, raising his hand as high as he could in the air and laying on the strokes with his full force. Each time his hand fell on her big bottom, a loud "smack" echoed through the room and the red prints of his fingers and thumb instantly showed on her skin.» (Jean de Villiot, The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton). - The Memoirs Of Dolly Morton / Jean de Villiot