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The adventures of Lady Harpur Vol.1

CHAPTER 1

First Experiences

My father possessed a large and flourishing estate on one of the West Indian islands before the emancipation of the slaves.

My baptismal name is Charlotte, but from the fancied likeness to a picture of the English queen of the name, my father called me Queenie, which pet name has clung to me ever since.

The first event of any importance in connection with my subject which I can remember occurred when I was about ten years old. I had then a black nurse called Dora, in whose charge I was especially placed. It was from her I learned that my mother, who died soon after my birth, had been a favourite and very handsome slave, nearly as white as a European, and that I greatly resembled her.

My father was king to me, though I did not see much of him, for he was often away on business; when he was at home, he used to send for me to come to him after dinner, when he would set me on his knee and make me sip sweet rum toddy. He liked tickling my thighs and pinching my bottom, he said, as it made me laugh and look merry; but one evening after his second glass he placed me astride his lap with my back towards him and my dress pulled up, that he might feel the warmth of my bottom there. I laughed and thought it funny and let him settle me as he wished. Then in a short time I felt a hot stiff thing poking up between my thighs and rubbing against my slit in such a way as even then to cause such a strange tingling there that I told my nurse of it when she was putting me to bed. She laughed and said massa wanted to do to me what he had done to my mother before me.

'Oh nurse, do tell me what papa did to mama.'

'Never you mind, missy, you'll know time enough.'

'Tell me now, nurse, you know I am past ten and the other day, when you were wiping me after the bath and were looking in between my legs, you said that I was grown quite a little woman; look again, nurse,' I said, lifting up my nightdress and spreading my legs, 'had mama a little slit in here, like I have, and did she let papa rub it for her?'

'What a funny child you are, Miss Queenie! You're indeed a large and well-made girl for your years and your mama did enjoy a rubbing there more than anyone I ever saw and, unless I am very much mistaken, you will be just the same,' then stooping down, she put mer hands under my bottom and raised me up and plunging her face between my thighs began to kiss the lips and lick around the inside of my little slit.