Anonymous
Memoirs of a Voluptuary, or the Secret Life of an English Boarding School
CHAPTER I. A REPRISAL AND A STUDY IN FLAGELLATION
At the close of the first volume of my memoirs, I found that there were many more tales to recount and decided to continue in my efforts to pen my nostalgic recollections.
It may be objected that my memory could not possibly be sufficient enough to write a truthful journal of what happened a considerable number of years ago. This would be perfectly true were I to attempt to proceed in portraying the events of my earlier years from day to day; but in regards to what I have already written, I am able to vouch for it's entire correctness. The doings and happenings of my first weeks at school being impressed upon my memory with remarkable clarity.
In respect to Gaston de Beaupre's tales, it will probably be thought, how can I retain such a precise remembrance of these as would be necessary if they are not to be regarded as figments of my own imagination? In answer to this charge I readily admit that no doubt the words and phrases have undergone some changes in the course of transcription by me, but I have endeavored to retain as far as my mind will serve me on looking back, the general style of the narration as he delivered them to us.
When I left off in my first volume, I had made mention of some unpleasant lads going by the names Davenport and Lawrence and often enough followed by Davenport Junior in giggling tow. These lads had taken it upon themselves to make the lives of some of the other boys in their dormitory quite unpleasant, and as I have recounted, I too was at times the object of their cruel play.
The next day being Saturday and a half holiday, Bob Rutherford (being the eldest and therefore the leader of my bedchamber quartet, which also included the young Duke Jimmy Marmot, and the aforementioned Gaston de Beaupre or “Blackie” as we fondly called him, as well as myself, Charlie Powerscourt) proposed as we were dressing that we should go as far as the sea, which was only a matter of about two miles and a half from the school. We all greeted the suggestion with warm approval, and I especially looked forward to it, as I had never had an opportunity of looking upon the ocean.
During the morning we met Williams and asked him if anything had happened in his dormitory the night before.
“Davenport started on Elgar again,” he replied. “He tied his hands behind his back and made him stand up against the fireplace with nothing on till we had all undressed, and then he and Lawrence began to take turns tweaking his cock and balls. And I mean to say they were not going gently! I called out to them to leave Elgar alone and then they were coming for me, but I said that if they touched me, I would shout until someone came, and that stopped them.
“They knew that they would get into a bother if anyone found them out and seeing that they were a bit startled, I got up and ran to the door. I held this open and told Benson to go and loosen Elgar and put him to bed. Davenport got into a towering rage and called me names, but I didn't care, only telling him that if he tried any more nonsense, I would go straight to Chadwick and bring him in, as we had made up our minds not to put up with his bullying any longer, or let him keep on pitching into Elgar.
“He got quite white with passion, but Lawrence slunk back to bed and advised him to do the same, so we had our own way, and Elgar got some peace for the rest of the night.”
“You did splendidly,” exclaimed Bob. “You are a brick, Williams. If you go on like that, you won't have any more trouble with Davenport. But I am going to talk to him myself this evening and that will settle it once and for all.”