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first place. You may well find it causes you pain. Accept that pain
into your body and give thanks that you are privileged to bear it,
while you go some way to right the wrong you have caused me, and
all men.'
    My father's
words overwhelmed me with their force and wisdom, and obediently I
submitted myself to his advances, happy to have been given this
opportunity to make amends for my evil effect on him, and offer up
the sacrifice of my pain in expiation.
    I think he
must have anointed his manly weapon when he went back to his desk,
for besides being bright red, it glistened with some oily
substance, which was another proof of his wisdom as, without it, he
would have been hard put to it to have penetrated me. As it was he
hurt me considerably as he forced the head past my sphincter ring,
adding to my discomfort by his steely grip on my so recently
flogged buttocks. I could not but cry out in shocked gasps as he
forced me deeper, until his belly, with its covering of coarse
hair, was rubbing on those same tender welts. I wondered how to
suction the venom from his loins, but he solved the problem for me
by pulling his great rod most of the way out of my bowel, before
thrusting it back in up to the hilt. I soon learnt to contract my
belly, and my sphincter, as he withdrew, relaxing them again to
ease his re-entry, an action similar I believe to that of milking a
cow's teat. I seemed to have made a satisfactory choice of
behaviour for very shortly his motion quickened, his breath became
shorter, as the venom tried to resist my efforts to extract it, and
then I felt the foulness leave his body and spurt in hot jets into
my unworthy belly. I felt proud and grateful to have been of such
service to my papa, though I must admit, a trifle sore. But what
was that compared with the good I had been privileged to do.
    I was even
more certain of my good fortune in being able to render this
assistance to my parent, when I sensed the magnitude of the relief
he enjoyed in being freed from that hateful feminine contagion. So
great it was that he collapsed, quite overcome, onto my back, and
lay there panting with his new found peace of mind. I gladly bore
his weight until he came to himself enough to rise and adjust his
dress. Well satisfied with my work, I waited, as in duty bound,
until dismissed, before attempting to rise myself.
    I had always
found it presented some difficulty, getting down from the chair and
assuming my drawers, since one's welts made for painful bending,
and even the touch of the thin cotton fabric could be uncomfortable
where the skin was particularly abraded. But now I found myself
suffering additionally, from the swollen and inflamed state of my
anus. Though dear papa had shown great consideration in greasing
that portion through which the evil essence had been drawn out, the
procedure had abraded the ring of my sphincter, and it was painful
when the cheeks of my buttocks closed on it. As I made an awkward
exit, my legs shuffling in a curious gait, I recognised the way
Marion had moved the night before, and it dawned on me that she,
too, had been granted the boon of drawing out the foulness that
sapped papa's strength and spirituality.
    I was not
jealous. Marion and I have always been close and shared everything,
so why not this? I did not think Charlotte had yet been so
privileged, but would welcome her as an equal when her time came.
In the meantime, I resolved, this should be a secret between Marion
and I. It would be unfair to let Charlotte know what rewarding
service she was missing.
    I dragged
myself to my room and, presently, Marion and Charlotte came by to
render me the same service that Marion had received the previous
night. I must, however, admit with feelings of guilt, that I made
no move to deflect the comforting applications of cold compresses,
warm flannels, and emollient creams, that my dear sisters used to
mitigate my sufferings. I am but a weak vessel compared to Marion,
and backslider that I am,