Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

The other day I was reading The Pearl out loud to my Master and the Mystery Minx, and found a reference to “The Order of St. Bridget.” Being me, I could not rest until I’d searched it out, and I found the whole text online for free. Here are some fun excerpts:

and how she kept them in order. I soon found out. She practised whipping, as almost every fashionable lady does, and kept them in order with the rod. I dare say, shut up as you are, you have never seen anything of the practice since you and I were girls together at Mme. Duhauton’s. Do you remember how we used to indulge in whipping on the sly, when Madame thought we were in bed? That was a very untutored way of proceeding. I have learned better since, and I can tell you that the passion for the rod is one which grows; I am as ardent a votary of whipping now as any of the ladies I have served, and I
have had two mistresses who loved it dearly. Mme. St. Valery kept her women and pages in order with the rod, and taught us to dread it, but she was not refined in her manner of using it; she would begin well enough, but it was sure to end in her getting in a passion. Many a time I have smarted well in her service….

More about this “merry order”:

You will want to know what the club was about; well, it was made up of dressing, talking, and whipping. Yes, my dear, a regular whipping society, where the rod was used with all due forms and ceremonies, and ladies practised and submitted to punishment in every conceivable form. I thought of it all the other day when I came upon a pompous newspaper paragraph about the abolition of whipping in schools and homes, and the decline of the “barbarous” practice of the rod.”

And here’s an impromtu flogging and slippering:

” But where’s the rod ?” my lady asked.

” Oh ! I’ll soon make one, my dear.”

With that she opened the window, and broke off some slender sprigs from a myrtle which grew outside, completely spoiling the bush by doing it. In a few moments she had them bare of leaves, and tied together with a blue embroidered garter, with silver fringe, which lay upon the floor.

“Too short to be of much use’ she said ; ” but we’ll try. Come, my lady, kiss the rod.”

And my lady knelt and did it, laughing all the while; and then Lady C pinned up her chemise all round, and gave her a good whipping across her knee. Not with the myrtle, though — it proved too brittle, and broke off in little twigs with every blow. Lady C was at no loss: she didn’t let go of my lady; but put up her great ugly foot, and whipped off her slipper. Such a slipper! it had done duty at more than one ball, and was all frayed and soiled at the edges ; she was not like my lady, dainty about her feet in the privacy of her own room, but went any way, to Stephens’ great annoyance, who lost the reversion of many things which should by rights have come to her. I think I can see that old woman now, flourishing that old pink shoe; and I could see by the expression of my lady’s face, that she did not relish being touched with it. My lady had beautiful firm flesh; her skin, though dark, was clear and smooth, and every stroke of the pliable slipper raised a deepred mark. I could see that they were afraid of
making too much noise, and so the punishment was not heavy, but my lady scuffled and screamed for all that…

And it would be very disappointing if it didn’t have an initiation scene:

Then a voice from the end of the room called “Silence, if you please, ladies ! ” and three knocks sounded on a table., and the same voice asked, “Who comes there?”

Prompted by Mrs D , I answered, “A candidate for a place in the Merry Order of St. Bridget.”

“Are you prepared to serve the Merry Order to the best of your power, and to assist, as bidden by your mistress, in the ceremonies thereof? ”

” I am.”

” And do you bind yourself never to reveal aught that you see, hear or do in this room, on peril of losing your place without a character?”

” I do.”

“Do you know the object of the Merry Order?”

” I do.”

” Detail it.”

Again prompted, I replied, ” The wholesome and pleasant discipline of the rod, to be enforced by its members one upon another during their social meetings in this room.”

” Have you ever been whipped?”

” I have.”

” Do you promise to submit to such flagellation as the Merry Order shall ordain for you without rebellion or murmuring thereat ?

” I do.”

” Prepare her.”

They led me forward, and at the first step a stinging blow from a birch fell on my hips from one side, then from the other, till I had gone the length of the room. I screamed and struggled, but it was all in vain; my guides held me tight, and by the time they stopped I could only sob and writhe.

Then came another command, ” Kneel down,” and I knelt in front of the square ottoman ; the ladies held my hands across it, and Lady C came down from her dais, and whipped me till I hardly knew where I was.

It does, you’ll all be delighted to note, include some schoolgirl material, with punishment books, and reluctant schoolgirls:

One of the younger girls was ordered to fetch the black-book and the rod, which she presented kneeling, and the gentleman turned over its pages.

“Angeline Summers,” he read, “corrected yesterday for inattention and untidiness, In the usual way, madam?”

“In the usual way, Sir Arthur.”

“Prepare the young lady, and allow me to see the effect of the punishment.”

” Now Angeline Summers was a fat roly-poly girl of fifteen, or thereabouts, who was always getting whipped. She did not care for the rod, not she, but she did for the presence of this stranger, and she flatly refused to let her weals and stripes be exhibited to him. But he was firm, as became a man in authority; and Miss Summers was securely held by two of the maids, and her silk dress turned up over her head. She bore the marks of plenty of whipping, and Sir Arthur Kempe declared himself satisfied, and the young lady was released and sent off to arrange her dishevelled hair, with another whipping in prospect for having been so restive.

Another girl’s name was then read out, a tall, slight, plain girl this time., who had been whipped but slightly that morning for some trifling offence. She resisted very little when ordered to prepare, for she had sense enough to see that Miss Summers only made matters worse by kicking and struggling ; and, though she put up her hands to hide her burning face, she said nothing, but allowed her clothes to be turned up in silence.

“The punishment in this case has been very slight,” the commissioner remarked. “What was the offence?”

“Insubordination and neglect of duty, was the answer; “two black marks.”

“It should have been at least double, Miss K. Allow me.”

And, taking the rod from her with a bow and a smile, which half the girls present would have thought cheaply bought by a whipping, he administered some half dozen cuts to the shrinking figure before him, which made the culprit shrink and writhe more than Miss K had ever done. When she had been released he turned to the book again.

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