e returned her embraces and drew her on his knee. This sight was
entirely novel to me, and my cheeks burned while my eyes almost started
from their sockets watching what would be their next proceeding. I had
not long to wait, for I saw the priest's officious fingers unbutton
Margaret's dress in front and deliberately pull it off her ivory
shoulders, thus exposing two globes of snow, round, firm, exquisitely
formed, and surmounted by two strawberry nipples, which stood out
stiff. He pressed and kissed her breasts, absolutely burying his manly
face between the soft cushions. He was, however, soon not satisfied
with this, but canting her slightly up in his lap, he put his hand up
her clothes, and invaded the most secret recesses of her body. This
action raised her petticoats in such a manner that it exposed, to my
gaze, one of her ivory thighs, which was large, well developed and
beautifully rounded. I could see that he was moving his hand rapidly
while Margaret seemed on the point of dying with delight. After amusing
himself a short time in this manner, he suddenly desisted and, slipping
her off his lap, placed her on her hands and knees on the floor. He
then went to a cupboard and took from it a bunch of rods. Margaret
remained in the position which he had placed her without making the
slightest movement. Father Clark now walked up to her and, raising her
petticoats, threw them over her head, thus exposing, in a moment, all
her hidden charms to my excited eyes. It was a delicious sight,
sufficient to have seduced the most rigid anchorite. I could see
Margaret's white buttocks, admirably formed, her two beautiful thighs,
and exquisitely formed legs; all was naked from her waist down.
Situated at the lower portion of her white bottom, between her lovely
thighs, I could discern the pouting lips of her bijou, with a line of
coral marking the spot where they met.

Father Clark raised the rod and brought it down gently on her broad,
white buttocks--their hue was immediately changed to a blushing red,
while Margaret twisted and turned under the flagellation, every
movement revealing more of her exquisite Mon Veneris. While the priest
plied the rod, he appeared to be experiencing the most delicious
sensations. Margaret's bottom was soon as red as a cherry, but she did
not appear to mind the flogging which she was receiving the least bit.

When the priest had continued this exercise a few minutes, he threw
down the rod, and knee