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Mrs Mac-tney

1793 Edition

Great Titchfield Street

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Her Covent Garden Ladies Entry:

Come you young rascal, leave off crying, I will whip you while the rod will last! I will! I will! you're always lying, I will whip you for all offences past, There is nothing gives me so much pride Than such amusement with a youth! To whip! To whip! his bold backside, When he tells lies, instead of truth! Plunge and caper! roar and cry! I have you now within my power No kind protector now is nigh, Thro' life I'll make you bless this hour, And bless this hand that holds the rod! And kiss it with a fervor sweet! And think yourself a demigod! While tasting the delicious treat! Keep down your legs, let go my hand, Let, let your breeches remain down, This efficacious reprimand. Shall make you the best boy in town.

Here a very genteel figure unites with a beautiful countenance, heightened with a lovely fair complexion, and very expressive blue eyes; this lady, who is about twenty-five years, appears conscious of her own consequence, charms and attractions, and often gives herself some airs that were better laid aside, for pride and haughtiness in the finest woman cannot fail of being disagreeable. It is true she has a very genteel set of visitors, who pay proper attention to her extraordinary agreements, and she will not suffer a plebeian or a tradesman to be introduced to her. She was married very young to an officer, who died a very short time after; she then took a house and followed the mantua-making business; as she let lodgings, a Russian gentleman took her first floor; her first appearance in public life happened thus; at that time a niece of hers, a girl about thirteen, lived with her as an apprentice, she being exceeding lazy and wicked, her aunt used to smart her bum very often with the birch rod; one day she sent her to get change for a guinea, Miss, after staying a long while came at last, and with a most innocent air, told her aunt, she had lost in the way half a guinea out of the change, the other believed her; two or three days after, curiosity prompted her to look into her niece's box, there the found a number of new toys, particularly a large doll, which could not cost less than five shillings; she came down instantly, called her niece and asked her with what money she had bought all the toys the had just seen in her box, the girl at first said it was given to her, but soon by threats confessed that the bought them with the lost half guinea; the aunt flew into a violent passion, sent the maid immediately for a birch broom, and picked out of it about two dozen of the best and greenest twigs; she was just tying them up with a ribbon when the Russian gentleman entered; she acquainted him with the whole affair, and found him a great advocate for the punishment she was going to inflict on her niece.

She then left him in the front parlour, and retired into a back one with the young minx, and, for near a quarter of an hour, flogged her like an enraged school-mistress; after she had done, she returned into the parlour where she had left the gentleman, who had seen the whole of the transaction through key-hole; the conversation turned on the necessity of correcting children; the Russian, who was a most beautiful man, at last fixing his eyes on her beautiful bosom, which, from the exertion of the rod and the passion she was in, was still heaving, and paying her many compliments, told her how happy he would be to be a nephew of hers, and to be served just as she had her niece; at first she did not understand him, but recollecting herself, and having often heard of gentlemen who take a delight in being whipped by women, she listened to him, and on his enforcing his argument with a five pound bank note, she made a new rod, and whipt him till he was completely gratified. All the time he lived in the house, she used to go up to his bed-chamber, about eleven o'clock dressed, according to his desire, in a white deshabillé, with a black hat adorned with six large white ostrich feathers, her hair dressed in the extreme of fashion, and a beautiful bouquet in her bosom of a most enormous size, bought that very morning at Covent Garden, then she would whip him with a large bundle of new birch for not getting up sooner, with a severity scarce credible, the comedy would then finish by his plunging into the Gulf of Venus, raising her soul to ecstatic bliss, and giving her such a treat of voluptuous enjoyment, such a feast of amorous delight as to convince her of the magic of a birch rod. It is supposed that for the short time she lived with that gentleman she got near £500 from him; on his leaving London, having acquired a propensity for birch discipline, she bought a genteel day school for young ladies near town, which the kept a few years with much credit, and by the frequent and severe whippings the gave to her scholars, she forwarded them in their learning in such a manner as to give the utmost satisfaction to all her parents.

Mrs. M— has now with her two young beautiful tits, one about fifteen and the other sixteen, who are always dressed in frocks like school girls; a certain foreign nobleman often visits her, and being fond of the game of school mistress, to please him, she generally assumes the character of a governess, and makes the young misses read to her; on their not reading to her satisfaction, she takes up the young naughty girls on her lap, one after another, and whips them well with a good birch rod, to the great delight of the nobleman, who is soon served in the same manner by one of the naughty girls. No one can be admitted into her house without being first introduced.

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Age:

25

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Appearance:

genteel, haughty

Name:

Macotney

Price:

5l

Nationality

English

TLDR

widow of an officer, domanatrix

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