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1904 · PDF PAGE 67

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip you till the blood runs.” Fatigued, she frigged her- self and retired, leaving the now bleeding bum of the little girl to the milliner, who stuck a dildo up her shop and with the other hand, wielded the dread instrument of torture. Oh ! What a bum ! She exclaimed : what a pleasure to beat it ! What a dear bottom ! I must — I will — can — I shall — I may, might, could, would, should, whip it. She had exhausted her auxiliary verbs and the auxiliary dildo (bo…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 66

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…er passion, as often as not missed the sufferer, who vainly pleaded for mercy, and prom- ised never to do it again — “ you slut ! I will whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — yes, whip — whip — whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip [64]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 70

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

[68] CAPITULUM X Under the broad veranda of the family mansion the slaves were drawn up in line, and the overseers with long stock-whips and mighty stiff hair- splitters were guarding them and occasionally sat- isfying their lust upon the smoking arses of the negroes. My father and mother appeared with my sister and myself, and we lost no time in getting into position for those delights that are the cardi- nal of the family system all the world over. As it was my birthday, I had the chief place. My father’s handsome quickening-peg burrowed my j…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 71

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…r it touched. The girl was insensible. My father, furi- ous at the sight, leapt up and struck her bleeding face again and again with his whip, but all in vain. They dissuaded him. When she comes to, he roared, fill her up with cayenne pepper and leave her in the sun ! Another, a boy of ten years, was now brought up, and my mother, taking a needle and Some fine silver wire sewed up his urethra so tightly that no drop of liquid could possibly pass. She then took his young fiddlestick in her hand and by a thousand sensual touches awoke the lad’s d…

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