Soon after the ‘slave inspection’ I returned to my chamber - George had very sensibly suggested that I should take some rest after my journey. He told me that he’d have me woken in time for dinner. Though tired I had difficulty resting immediately: the afternoon’s adventure replayed in my mind and I confess I was obliged to bring myself to relief before sleep could be thought of.
I awoke to a soft female voice gently urging ‘Massa, Massa, please wake up suh… is you awake?’ I looked up at the girl standing at the foot of my bed.
Outfitted in a blue maid’s dress she was another young beauty, lighter skinned than Naomi with a rounded yet slender form. She curtsied and said ‘Pardon suh but Massa George tol’ me to tell you that dinner will be served in half an hour, suh.’ I thanked her, remembering too late George’s injunction not to show any courtesy to the servants.
She stood motionless and smiled nervously, embarrassed that she had been spoken to with a degree of respect. She was apparently awaiting instructions from me so I said ‘You may go now.’ But she replied ‘Don’ you want me to help you dress, Massa?’
The evidence of what had occurred before I had slept was still upon me and I declined her offer and dismissed her. She said ‘My name is Sally and ah’ll come back and show you down to the dining room if it pleases you, suh.’ I told her that would suit me well, she dipped a curtsey and was gone.
It seemed to me that my uncle and his family must have some of the finest-looking housemaids in Kentucky. I had seen three so far (I had no idea how many they owned) and each one of them was an outstanding beauty! My manhood was fully erect yet again and I feared that dinner would prove to be another ordeal for me - unaccustomed as I was to being attended at table by beautiful, obsequious slave girls who had no purpose, it seemed, other than to serve and please the white occupants of the house.
I was still musing upon this as I finished dressing when Sally returned. She escorted me down to the dining room. She had changed her dress from the blue uniform she’d worn when she had awoken me and was now clothed in a tight black dress that buttoned at the back and with a white lace apron. I entered the splendid room and George rose to greet me.
I noticed too that Phoebe and Naomi were already standing either side of the fireplace and they curtsied upon my entrance. The table was immaculately set with white linen, fine silver and china and the crystal glasses sparkled in the soft glow of the candles. An abundant spray of flowers in a tall crystal vase enlivened the centrepiece and the splendour of the table did full justice to the grandeur of the surrounding room. Sally stepped over to the chair opposite George’s place and pulled it from the table for me. I sat down without acknowledging her - conscious that George would disapprove if I did.
Phoebe and Naomi were soon busy serving delicious southern dishes while Sally poured wine. Each of the girls had on a tight fitting, plain, black uniform dress with small, pretty white lace bonnet and apron. The dresses were cut low at the neck and the bodice had been well designed to show off their petite figures. The girl’s young bosoms thrust upward in a most agreeable fashion producing deep cleavage between the breasts. Their arms were bare to the shoulders and the dark skin of each girl sparkled with a pleasing sheen in the warm sepia glow of the lamplight and table candles.
They worked efficiently and quietly having been well trained to perform these duties. In my earlier encounters with the servants they had seemed to take every opportunity to say ‘Yes, Masta,’ when given orders but now serving dinner they went about their tasks in silence.
The meal was splendid, though George managed to find fault with the potatoes and told Phoebe to warn the cook, Rosa, to be careful not to spoil them next time or he would ‘Come down to the kitchen and roast her bottom with a wooden spoon!’
After our repast we moved to the drawing room, Phoebe and Sally were instructed to accompany us to serve wine and cigars, Naomi having been told to light fires in our bed chambers and then clear away and wash up. I wasn’t used to smoking cigars but I did not want to seem unsophisticated so I kept up with George. Our conversation began to loosen from the formality we had observed at dinner into what you would expect with too young men who were close friends.
The maids at table had been so quiet and unobtrusive that I could have imagined that plates changed and glasses refilled by magic but their presence had inhibited me from discussing the subject of slavery with George. Now seated comfortably at leisure and relaxed with the effects of tobacco and wine I allowed myself to admire the beautiful dark bodies of the two slaves as they moved quietly around the room and bent to serve us. They interspersed their performance with frequent curtseys and now released from waiting at table resumed their softly spoken ‘Yes, Masta.’s when receiving orders.
Endeavoring to make my enquiry appear general I asked George about the domestic arrangements required to maintain such a large house. I’m glad to say that he, however, saw through my question and realised that my real interest was in learning more of the business of keeping female house slaves. He answered my questions accordingly and I did not distract him from his efforts to enlighten me upon the common practices employed by owners to manage their ‘wenches.’
He told me they had six house slaves, all female aged sixteen to twenty except the cook aged about twentyfive. He explained that all of the slaves belonged to my uncle and aunt except Naomi whom as I already knew belonged to him. All of the girls had been purchased at auction or from neighbouring planters except Sally who had been brought in from their own fields three years previously.
The wine flowed freely and my host embarked upon his lecture with much enthusiasm. He had been raised the proud son of a wealthy southern planter, he enjoyed all the advantages that the position brought him and made no apology for it, he was of course aware of the abolitionist movement in the North but was dismissive of its significance.
George believed that the system of slavery in the South reflected God’s will and the natural order of things. ‘In the South we care for our nigras,’ he said. ‘we provide for them and guide them in productive activity.’ He pronounced ‘Left to their own devices they would revert to the ways of the jungle.’
He continued ‘Of course, we must manage them carefully and they must know their place. Take our house girls, if we allowed any one of them to slacken, to become slovenly or disrespectful then disorder would spread like wildfire amongst them all. They need continuous management: close supervision and firm discipline is essential to retain proper harmony in the house.’ I asked George if he could give me an example of what he meant.
‘Well now, only last week Sally was whipped for carelessness, she spilled coffee at table, now you may say but anyone can make a mistake and that’s true.’ He paused and sipped his wine. ‘However, if we let such faults go we would soon find that all the niggers would become clumsy and careless - such is their nature.’
The girls seemed to take no notice of our talk, even when George spoke of them by name. When not serving they stood stiffly by the fireplace, hands behind their backs and lowered eyes awaiting orders. I looked at Sally and felt sympathy for her, to think that she had been beaten for such a trifling fault. Furthermore, was it in any case right that she had to serve at all? I thought not but of course kept my thoughts to myself.
In my young life I had never given serious thought to the slavery question and now confronted with it at first hand it appalled my intellect and morals. However, I’m ashamed to admit it fascinated me. Here in the South I was anxious to appear neutral upon the subject. In any case, nothing I could have said would have altered George’s opinions but would certainly have brought an end to our friendship. He sincerely believed that slavery improved the condition of the blacks whilst I saw only degradation and debasement in their bondage!
I remarked how well presented, well behaved, courteous and diligent the girls appeared to be. George smiled and said ‘They know well enough how to carry themselves but sometimes have to be brought to heel!’ He then proceeded to tell me how it was common for slave owners to put their slaves to obedience tests.
Curious I asked him to explain. ‘Allow me to demonstrate,’ he said and then turning to the girls he bellowed ‘Sally! Take off your dress.’
The girl complied, her nimble fingers soon undid the buttons on the back of her uniform and she quickly stepped out of it to reveal her trim and sinewy figure.
George continued ‘Now pour more wine for us.’ Sally dipped as was customary, though her unclothed curtsey was strange to see. She came to the table and began to serve as ordered. I looked at George and said ‘I have already seen how a girl will strip on your command.’
He looked at me and with a sly arrogant grin said ‘Ah James, please, I’m not finished!’ He said to Sally (who had now completed her task) naked but for her shoes and cap. ‘Now, face the East window. Phoebe, come and stand before her.’
Phoebe stepped over, both girls facing each other and positioned side on to us. I was afforded a good view of their profiles and able to fully admire their excellent figures!
George ordered ‘Phoebe, put your hands on Sally’s titties.’
Phoebe mumbled ‘Yes Masta,’ and reached for the other girl’s firm and naked breasts.
George continued, ‘Now rub them well and pay attention to those little black cherries, I want to see if you can make ‘em grow big. Ha ha!’ Phoebe uttered ‘Yes Masta.’ and proceeded to knead Sally’s dark-gold globes.
I was astonished!
As I have already explained, dear reader, I was naught but a nave and innocent young Northern boy, protected from most of the harsher realities of life and completely inexperienced in the ways of romance, rutting or indeed unnatural practices! In one day I had witnessed a slave girl forced to submit to a stripping and mock auction by her master who ‘assessed’ her in much the same way one would judge a horse. And now, here was a girl made to submit to having her naked charms being fondled by another woman! Yet again I was in considerable turmoil - part of me was repelled by what was taking place but the greater part was moved to indecent thoughts and desires.
I confess that I was very much excited by this scene and lustful feelings coursed my veins. George clearly revelled in his authority and power over these girls, watching closely he commented on the scene. ‘See how those nipples are standing proud, I’ll wager that though deprived of clothing Sally suffers not the chill of the evening but that she is enjoying Phoebe’s attentions!’
The girls wore blank expressions and I could read no emotion upon their faces though their bodies spoke of awkwardness and discomfiture. Were they really mere automatons, conditioned only to obey orders and with no free thought of their own? I thought not, I believed they were deeply humiliated but tried to retain a vestige of dignity by their seeming insouciance.
George was not yet finished. ‘Now Phoebe, I want you to lick and suck those cherries and spend plenty of time on each, I’ll tell you when to change.’ The girl bent forward and lowered her full lips onto Sally’s left breast. George continued ‘Now place your arms around Sally’s waist.’ Sally raised her eyes to the ceiling but otherwise endured the humiliating act with fortitude. After some time George ordered Phoebe to move to the girl’s other breast. She relinquished the hardened left nipple with a sucking sound and it glistened in the lamplight.
After a few more moments George made Phoebe kiss Sally on the mouth. Sally, was told to place her arms around Phoebe too. ‘Mind you don’t stop until I tell you!’ In unison the girls said ‘Yes Masta.’ and did as bidden. George sipped some wine and offered me a cigar. We observed the girls mouths and breasts pressed together for what seemed like a long time but in fact must only have been a matter of seconds before he ordered, ‘Enough! Sally, pick up your things and both of you may go to your quarters.’
They immediately broke off their strange embrace. Sally scrabbled for her dress and apron, affording us a splendid aspect of her haunches as she bent, and then they made the usual courtesies and turned to leave the room. The naked maid’s magnificent back, buttocks and legs presented a delightful sight as she flitted from us, clutching her crumpled uniform eager to make her escape. As they exited George barked. ‘Send Naomi up!’ at the closing door.
‘Well James, I think you’ll agree that the girls were obedient and performed their duties satisfactorily!’ George said, laughing. Words could not have conveyed my thoughts and feelings on what we had just witnessed and I was literally speechless.
George explained ‘Now then, they were made to do something that they no doubt thought pointless and distasteful yet the fact that they complied serves to reinforce their status and condition upon them. They knew that they must comply with my orders regardless of the merit or indeed appropriateness of those orders. Not for one moment did they dare rebel or even question my demands. You see how well trained they are? Little episodes such as that do them good - it was not merely a pointless exercise performed for our amusement but a further lesson in slavery to remind them their place.’
He leaned back in his large, winged chair and puffed his cigar with pleasure. ‘James,’ he said ‘It is late and now I will send Naomi to your chamber, she will do as you please. I don’t expect her to be troublesome but if she resists you in any way you must whip her. You’ll find a switch by the mantelpiece.’ He looked me intently in the eyes.
‘We must maintain order here and I trust that any Northern sentimentality that you may have concerning slaves should not allow you to be too forgiving with her if she plays up.’ I managed to mumble something about not really requiring a servant before retiring but he gave me another of his sly but charming smiles and said ‘We shall see!’ Just at that moment the door opened and Naomi appeared and what a sight she was.
My manhood had been more or less at attention for the past half hour (and on several other occasions through the evening) and here was this ravishing beauty about to be made fully available to me. Her skin was a shade darker than that of the other two girls and I had already seen the splendid physique beneath her tight- fitting costume. I also knew that she was possessed of a submissive, docile nature and she stood demurely at the door looking every inch a slave girl awaiting late evening orders from her master!
George turned to her and said imperiously ‘Go stoke the fires in our rooms, mine first and then wait for Mister Roberts in his chamber. You will serve as his maid for as long as he needs you. He is to be your master tonight, do you understand?’ The girl dipped and answered ‘Yes suh, goodnight Masta, suh.’ then slipped from the room.
George rose and replenished both our glasses with wine saying, ‘Come James, time for one more drink before retiring and it’s best to keep the wench waiting. In any case I must tell you how to lay on the whip should it be necessary!’
Part 3 to follow
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First Time In The South - 2 ***
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Soon after the ‘slave inspection’ I returned to my chamber - George had very sensibly suggested that I should take some rest after my journey. He told me that he’d have me woken in time for dinner. Though tired I had difficulty resting immediately: the afternoon’s adventure replayed in my mind and I confess I was obliged to bring myself to relief before sleep could be thought of.
I awoke to a soft female voice gently urging ‘Massa, Massa, please wake up suh… is you awake?’ I looked up at the girl standing at the foot of my bed.
Outfitted in a blue maid’s dress she was another young beauty, lighter skinned than Naomi with a rounded yet slender form. She curtsied and said ‘Pardon suh but Massa George tol’ me to tell you that dinner will be served in half an hour, suh.’ I thanked her, remembering too late George’s injunction not to show any courtesy to the servants.
She stood motionless and smiled nervously, embarrassed that she had been spoken to with a degree of respect. She was apparently awaiting instructions from me so I said ‘You may go now.’ But she replied ‘Don’ you want me to help you dress, Massa?’
The evidence of what had occurred before I had slept was still upon me and I declined her offer and dismissed her. She said ‘My name is Sally and ah’ll come back and show you down to the dining room if it pleases you, suh.’ I told her that would suit me well, she dipped a curtsey and was gone.
It seemed to me that my uncle and his family must have some of the finest-looking housemaids in Kentucky. I had seen three so far (I had no idea how many they owned) and each one of them was an outstanding beauty! My manhood was fully erect yet again and I feared that dinner would prove to be another ordeal for me - unaccustomed as I was to being attended at table by beautiful, obsequious slave girls who had no purpose, it seemed, other than to serve and please the white occupants of the house.
I was still musing upon this as I finished dressing when Sally returned. She escorted me down to the dining room. She had changed her dress from the blue uniform she’d worn when she had awoken me and was now clothed in a tight black dress that buttoned at the back and with a white lace apron. I entered the splendid room and George rose to greet me.
I noticed too that Phoebe and Naomi were already standing either side of the fireplace and they curtsied upon my entrance. The table was immaculately set with white linen, fine silver and china and the crystal glasses sparkled in the soft glow of the candles. An abundant spray of flowers in a tall crystal vase enlivened the centrepiece and the splendour of the table did full justice to the grandeur of the surrounding room. Sally stepped over to the chair opposite George’s place and pulled it from the table for me. I sat down without acknowledging her - conscious that George would disapprove if I did.
Phoebe and Naomi were soon busy serving delicious southern dishes while Sally poured wine. Each of the girls had on a tight fitting, plain, black uniform dress with small, pretty white lace bonnet and apron. The dresses were cut low at the neck and the bodice had been well designed to show off their petite figures. The girl’s young bosoms thrust upward in a most agreeable fashion producing deep cleavage between the breasts. Their arms were bare to the shoulders and the dark skin of each girl sparkled with a pleasing sheen in the warm sepia glow of the lamplight and table candles.
They worked efficiently and quietly having been well trained to perform these duties. In my earlier encounters with the servants they had seemed to take every opportunity to say ‘Yes, Masta,’ when given orders but now serving dinner they went about their tasks in silence.
The meal was splendid, though George managed to find fault with the potatoes and told Phoebe to warn the cook, Rosa, to be careful not to spoil them next time or he would ‘Come down to the kitchen and roast her bottom with a wooden spoon!’
After our repast we moved to the drawing room, Phoebe and Sally were instructed to accompany us to serve wine and cigars, Naomi having been told to light fires in our bed chambers and then clear away and wash up. I wasn’t used to smoking cigars but I did not want to seem unsophisticated so I kept up with George. Our conversation began to loosen from the formality we had observed at dinner into what you would expect with too young men who were close friends.
The maids at table had been so quiet and unobtrusive that I could have imagined that plates changed and glasses refilled by magic but their presence had inhibited me from discussing the subject of slavery with George. Now seated comfortably at leisure and relaxed with the effects of tobacco and wine I allowed myself to admire the beautiful dark bodies of the two slaves as they moved quietly around the room and bent to serve us. They interspersed their performance with frequent curtseys and now released from waiting at table resumed their softly spoken ‘Yes, Masta.’s when receiving orders.
Endeavoring to make my enquiry appear general I asked George about the domestic arrangements required to maintain such a large house. I’m glad to say that he, however, saw through my question and realised that my real interest was in learning more of the business of keeping female house slaves. He answered my questions accordingly and I did not distract him from his efforts to enlighten me upon the common practices employed by owners to manage their ‘wenches.’
He told me they had six house slaves, all female aged sixteen to twenty except the cook aged about twentyfive. He explained that all of the slaves belonged to my uncle and aunt except Naomi whom as I already knew belonged to him. All of the girls had been purchased at auction or from neighbouring planters except Sally who had been brought in from their own fields three years previously.
The wine flowed freely and my host embarked upon his lecture with much enthusiasm. He had been raised the proud son of a wealthy southern planter, he enjoyed all the advantages that the position brought him and made no apology for it, he was of course aware of the abolitionist movement in the North but was dismissive of its significance.
George believed that the system of slavery in the South reflected God’s will and the natural order of things. ‘In the South we care for our nigras,’ he said. ‘we provide for them and guide them in productive activity.’ He pronounced ‘Left to their own devices they would revert to the ways of the jungle.’
He continued ‘Of course, we must manage them carefully and they must know their place. Take our house girls, if we allowed any one of them to slacken, to become slovenly or disrespectful then disorder would spread like wildfire amongst them all. They need continuous management: close supervision and firm discipline is essential to retain proper harmony in the house.’ I asked George if he could give me an example of what he meant.
‘Well now, only last week Sally was whipped for carelessness, she spilled coffee at table, now you may say but anyone can make a mistake and that’s true.’ He paused and sipped his wine. ‘However, if we let such faults go we would soon find that all the niggers would become clumsy and careless - such is their nature.’
The girls seemed to take no notice of our talk, even when George spoke of them by name. When not serving they stood stiffly by the fireplace, hands behind their backs and lowered eyes awaiting orders. I looked at Sally and felt sympathy for her, to think that she had been beaten for such a trifling fault. Furthermore, was it in any case right that she had to serve at all? I thought not but of course kept my thoughts to myself.
In my young life I had never given serious thought to the slavery question and now confronted with it at first hand it appalled my intellect and morals. However, I’m ashamed to admit it fascinated me. Here in the South I was anxious to appear neutral upon the subject. In any case, nothing I could have said would have altered George’s opinions but would certainly have brought an end to our friendship. He sincerely believed that slavery improved the condition of the blacks whilst I saw only degradation and debasement in their bondage!
I remarked how well presented, well behaved, courteous and diligent the girls appeared to be. George smiled and said ‘They know well enough how to carry themselves but sometimes have to be brought to heel!’ He then proceeded to tell me how it was common for slave owners to put their slaves to obedience tests.
Curious I asked him to explain. ‘Allow me to demonstrate,’ he said and then turning to the girls he bellowed ‘Sally! Take off your dress.’
The girl complied, her nimble fingers soon undid the buttons on the back of her uniform and she quickly stepped out of it to reveal her trim and sinewy figure.
George continued ‘Now pour more wine for us.’ Sally dipped as was customary, though her unclothed curtsey was strange to see. She came to the table and began to serve as ordered. I looked at George and said ‘I have already seen how a girl will strip on your command.’
He looked at me and with a sly arrogant grin said ‘Ah James, please, I’m not finished!’ He said to Sally (who had now completed her task) naked but for her shoes and cap. ‘Now, face the East window. Phoebe, come and stand before her.’
Phoebe stepped over, both girls facing each other and positioned side on to us. I was afforded a good view of their profiles and able to fully admire their excellent figures!
George ordered ‘Phoebe, put your hands on Sally’s titties.’
Phoebe mumbled ‘Yes Masta,’ and reached for the other girl’s firm and naked breasts.
George continued, ‘Now rub them well and pay attention to those little black cherries, I want to see if you can make ‘em grow big. Ha ha!’ Phoebe uttered ‘Yes Masta.’ and proceeded to knead Sally’s dark-gold globes.
I was astonished!
As I have already explained, dear reader, I was naught but a nave and innocent young Northern boy, protected from most of the harsher realities of life and completely inexperienced in the ways of romance, rutting or indeed unnatural practices! In one day I had witnessed a slave girl forced to submit to a stripping and mock auction by her master who ‘assessed’ her in much the same way one would judge a horse. And now, here was a girl made to submit to having her naked charms being fondled by another woman! Yet again I was in considerable turmoil - part of me was repelled by what was taking place but the greater part was moved to indecent thoughts and desires.
I confess that I was very much excited by this scene and lustful feelings coursed my veins. George clearly revelled in his authority and power over these girls, watching closely he commented on the scene. ‘See how those nipples are standing proud, I’ll wager that though deprived of clothing Sally suffers not the chill of the evening but that she is enjoying Phoebe’s attentions!’
The girls wore blank expressions and I could read no emotion upon their faces though their bodies spoke of awkwardness and discomfiture. Were they really mere automatons, conditioned only to obey orders and with no free thought of their own? I thought not, I believed they were deeply humiliated but tried to retain a vestige of dignity by their seeming insouciance.
George was not yet finished. ‘Now Phoebe, I want you to lick and suck those cherries and spend plenty of time on each, I’ll tell you when to change.’ The girl bent forward and lowered her full lips onto Sally’s left breast. George continued ‘Now place your arms around Sally’s waist.’ Sally raised her eyes to the ceiling but otherwise endured the humiliating act with fortitude. After some time George ordered Phoebe to move to the girl’s other breast. She relinquished the hardened left nipple with a sucking sound and it glistened in the lamplight.
After a few more moments George made Phoebe kiss Sally on the mouth. Sally, was told to place her arms around Phoebe too. ‘Mind you don’t stop until I tell you!’ In unison the girls said ‘Yes Masta.’ and did as bidden. George sipped some wine and offered me a cigar. We observed the girls mouths and breasts pressed together for what seemed like a long time but in fact must only have been a matter of seconds before he ordered, ‘Enough! Sally, pick up your things and both of you may go to your quarters.’
They immediately broke off their strange embrace. Sally scrabbled for her dress and apron, affording us a splendid aspect of her haunches as she bent, and then they made the usual courtesies and turned to leave the room. The naked maid’s magnificent back, buttocks and legs presented a delightful sight as she flitted from us, clutching her crumpled uniform eager to make her escape. As they exited George barked. ‘Send Naomi up!’ at the closing door.
‘Well James, I think you’ll agree that the girls were obedient and performed their duties satisfactorily!’ George said, laughing. Words could not have conveyed my thoughts and feelings on what we had just witnessed and I was literally speechless.
George explained ‘Now then, they were made to do something that they no doubt thought pointless and distasteful yet the fact that they complied serves to reinforce their status and condition upon them. They knew that they must comply with my orders regardless of the merit or indeed appropriateness of those orders. Not for one moment did they dare rebel or even question my demands. You see how well trained they are? Little episodes such as that do them good - it was not merely a pointless exercise performed for our amusement but a further lesson in slavery to remind them their place.’
He leaned back in his large, winged chair and puffed his cigar with pleasure. ‘James,’ he said ‘It is late and now I will send Naomi to your chamber, she will do as you please. I don’t expect her to be troublesome but if she resists you in any way you must whip her. You’ll find a switch by the mantelpiece.’ He looked me intently in the eyes.
‘We must maintain order here and I trust that any Northern sentimentality that you may have concerning slaves should not allow you to be too forgiving with her if she plays up.’ I managed to mumble something about not really requiring a servant before retiring but he gave me another of his sly but charming smiles and said ‘We shall see!’ Just at that moment the door opened and Naomi appeared and what a sight she was.
My manhood had been more or less at attention for the past half hour (and on several other occasions through the evening) and here was this ravishing beauty about to be made fully available to me. Her skin was a shade darker than that of the other two girls and I had already seen the splendid physique beneath her tight- fitting costume. I also knew that she was possessed of a submissive, docile nature and she stood demurely at the door looking every inch a slave girl awaiting late evening orders from her master!
George turned to her and said imperiously ‘Go stoke the fires in our rooms, mine first and then wait for Mister Roberts in his chamber. You will serve as his maid for as long as he needs you. He is to be your master tonight, do you understand?’ The girl dipped and answered ‘Yes suh, goodnight Masta, suh.’ then slipped from the room.
George rose and replenished both our glasses with wine saying, ‘Come James, time for one more drink before retiring and it’s best to keep the wench waiting. In any case I must tell you how to lay on the whip should it be necessary!’