The French Affair Boxed Set

by Natasha Sparks

  Janice shook her head. "Oh. Yes. I see. Odd that so many died for personal liberty--and yet liberty was not truly gained!"

  "Of course not! And it is the fault of the French people, in truth! For after years of tumult, they want stability and a strong ruler. They happily surrender their liberty. Moreover, after the corrupt and so-called decadent years of the Directory, they hunger for the stability of family and... Well, how shall I say it? Protestant morals! And this is why Napoleon speaks so often about the importance of faith and church and the sanctity of marriage! He is of course a hypocrite! But then, he knows which way the wind blows.

  "After Fouche established the Paris police, one of the first things he did was to have me arrested and thrown into jail."

  "Not a mental institution again."

  "Well, partly. You see, there was much tumult over my work--especially the novel JULIETTE. It is ironic that I made no money, but much notoriety, by my work! Such was the puritanical spirit of the day, that the book was denounced by Fouche and Napoleon, and as I said, I was arrested. Fortunately, General Murat read most of my work and especially liked JULIETTE. It was he who made arrangements for my transportation to the military chateau in secret. And in secret I remain. The powers that be, believe I am still in prison and Murat helps me, though channeling my correspondence, maintain that fiction. Oh yes, and a bit of bribery here and there."

  Janice stamped her foot. "Why, that is just terrible!"

  "Terrible indeed. And so this is why I am now known only as Citizen Charles."

  "Well, as soon as I know Bonaparte better, I will argue your case."

  De Sade smiled. "My dear, we will talk about that later. And yes, yes, indeed, I'm sure you will be of much help in my case."

  "I hope so."

  "You see, the theme of my work is not so much immorality. Much of it has no theme at all, I trust, and is just me using my quill to scratch and scratch and rave and rant. You can doubtless understand now why I am angry."

  "Oh yes indeed.

  "I do not necessarily say that everyone should practice these sexual antics. I say that it is one way... the way of the libertine--toward liberty. Freedom of the heart and the spirit. Oh yes, and so many chains, so many chains weigh us down. We deny who we are. We deny our basic needs. We need to act freely and think freely."

  "I see. Yes--and while a reader of your books need not whip or be whipped for release--the release can come in the reading of it!

  "So true! A story of a highwayman--a criminal--is very exciting. But just because a reader gains pleasure and excitement from the reading of it does not mean they commit crimes. If they do these things vicariously in books, it acts like a valve to let off the steam and pressure of the day-to-day

  "You sound more now like a man of philosophy than merely a man!"

  The Marquis de Sade smiled sadly. "Look at me. I am a ruin! I am overweight, I creak! Believe me, if I was a younger man with no prison or insane asylums to deal with--ah, I would truly give you something to remember, my American friend."

  Janice laughed gaily. "Oh, but believe me, you have."

  "I have? I have looked in a mirror recently. I am not well and ugliness looks back at me. Nay, it glares back at me!"

  "A man of philosophy. Has it not occurred to you that that is something that may be attractive to a woman?"

  "It is hardly attractive to men! Normal men of course. Why should it be attractive to a woman?"

  "A woman need not be totally tied to the things society demands of her. She may indeed have some sort of mind!"

  "Oh yes, and clearly I am in the presence of one such woman, though exactly what sort of mind yet astounds me. I mind intent. A mind... a monomaniacal mind. Intent upon merely a climax."

  "Not merely a climax. The climax!" she said. "The Magnificent Éclair."

  "The allusion alludes me."

  "You have taken the concept of pornography, the service of liberty, and philosophy far, Marquis. Pardon me, Citizen Charles. Why not take sex... raw sex, raw bestial sex toward that same goal."

  "Hmm." The Marquis stroked his loose jowls.

  "Unbounded ecstasy in the hands of a great man--why, what cosmic truths might that reveal to me."

  "Oh? You seek orgasm for the purposes on Enlightenment!"

  "You've heard then, some of the ideas from the East."

  "Of course. In prison, I wrote and read. The jailors did not care that I read treatises and papers smuggled to me in English from the English contact with Chines and Indian thought. It is really not my territory."

  "Why? Pray tell, why?" insisted Janice.

  The Marquis de Sade sat up straight in his chair and squared his shoulders. "I am me! I exist! I insist upon liberty. I am the center of my eyes. I exist for pleasure and sensation! That, Janice is liberty! Those of the East more or less suggest that we should disdain--no--erase the ‘I’. I refuse! I exist. Whether in hell or heaven, jail or in liberty, I am I and refuse to be else!"

  She laughed. "But what if you are a fool?"

  The Marquis de Sade glowered. "You are calling me a fool. Those are harsh words for a..."

  "Oh dear, don't get your underwear up your crack for heaven’s sake! I thought you enjoyed talking philosophy!"

  He fleshy face was red. "But... but... you called me... a fool!"

  "Oh, but that is a word that society uses. You are clearly a slave to social ideas, no?"

  "Of course not!"

  "Then you can not be offended if I suggest you are something that true fools call a fool. Are you really bound by this world? Pardon me, this construct of a world that just happens to be French and Catholic and revolutionized or whatever, etc. etc. etc."

  For a moment, it looked as though the Marquis would explode.

  His eyes grew round. He stood up, breathing heavily. His hand clasped and unclasped as though they were the claws of some owl or other bird-like carnivore.

  But then, suddenly, he froze.

  His eyes grew mild. A smile tilted up on his face. He expelled a breath and then he fell back on his chair. Laughing and laughing, gently.

  "Oh my goodness! I have been had! The torturer tortured! The liberator got in liberation!" said the Marquis.

  "Pardon me, Marquis, but I have met your type before!"

  "Where?"

  "In great books!"

  "Yes, and you have read my books. My goodness, I appear to be only human after all." He laughed heartily for a few moments, until the tears came from his eyes. He suddenly opened them, wiping them with a handkerchief he had drawn from his pocket. "But Janice. Janice. My goodness. Where were you educated? How could... a woman... of your youth, be able to do this... even to a fool, and old educated fool like me?"

  That caught her up short. She wanted to confide in him. She wanted to confide in somebody that she was from the future. That she knew things. And yet... And yet, she knew it would be a very big mistake to do so now.

  "We have marvelous universities in America," she said. "I was educated at the College of William and Mary. In my home state, of course, of Virginia!"

  He leaned forward, eyes penetrating. "A woman! Even in America... I have not heard of such..."

  For a moment, she panicked. Oh dear, she'd forgotten that back here the 18th century colleges and universities were only for men!

  But wait.

  A sly smile crept over her lips. She stood up and brought the lips, close, very close to the swollen earlobes of the Marquis de Sade.

  "Tell no one," she said. "But I disguised myself as a man!"

  He burst into laughter. "A man!"

  "A man!"

  "But... you are so buxom."

  "There are loose clothes. And there are constraints. And I am an excellent actor."

  She deepened her voice.

  "And I only spoke when spoken to."

  He continued laughing. "Excellent! Excellent! Why your United States. It sounds like a land of hooligans. But that is good. For in a land of hooligans there is freedom! You w
ill be a great country. A great country indeed."

  She tumbled back into her chair.

  "Alas, we were settled by Puritans."

  The Marquis pooh-poohed this with a gesture. "Freedom spawns freedom. What is the phrase? The cat is out of the bag! Yes, I would move there myself if I had the money and the youth." He smiled at her benevolently. "But I have an ambassador from its shores before me now. And I wonder now... why?"

  "Why?"

  "Why have you been so kind?"

  "You have been kind to me. You give me much wisdom and guidance. You know a great deal about France and its customs. You are a guide... A better guide... Than any other!"

  "Even Talleyrand?"

  "All my male friends have their qualities!"

  The Marquis waggled a finger. "No, no, my dear Janice. There is some other quality to you. You seem... You seem to have an almost supernatural overview of things. You assimilate what I tell you in a most unusual way. I have been observing you. I do not doubt that you are from the United States... but I wonder sometimes if you are not from somewhere else than Virginia."

  Those eyes burned bright.

  She had to slow things down. Perhaps sometime, sometime soon, she could disclose at least some of the truth. But certainly not now.

  She had to distract him.

  "Virginia is a big place. It stretches back so far I have no doubt it will be cut up into other states!"

  "Ah," said the Marquis.

  "I wonder, if I could not only get some instruction now... but some experience!"

  "From me."

  Yes. Yes my dear Marquis. Back where I come from, when I was very young, we had a game, the boys and I. It was hide and seek."

  "Hide and seek! A universal game!"

  "Oh yes, but we were roughhousing children! We played a variation I think you will find interesting."

  "Oh."

  "Oh yes indeed. And I'd like to try it with you. It is innocent... And yet perhaps not."

  "If you think I am going to chase you... Or be chased by you... around this apartment then you are wrong. Why it would do my heart in, surely!"

  "Oh no. No, let's pretend."

  "Oh, I like to pretend!"

  "I thought as much. Let's pretend you are the schoolmaster. And I am your student. I have been very naughty today at school and I have not attended to my lessons. I need..." She raised an eyebrow. "To be punished."

  "Oh? In what manner?"

  "You prefer direct contact of skin to skin. You see, you are a fundamentalist! And you wish not only to see my cute little fundament. You wish to place the stamp of your bare hands upon it!"

  The Marquis de Sade's eyes glowed. "Oh my. Oh my, I'm liking this."

  "You see, in the backwoods, that's what would happen. When the hider was found by the seeker, the hider had to pull down his or her pants and be smacked. Smacked soundly on the rear end. And Marquis. I enjoyed being the hider, but more often than not I enjoyed being found. Can you suspect why?"

  The Marquis eye's filled with amusement. But then they darkened as he assumed his role.

  "You Janice! I have brought you back to my private quarters today," he began. "To address a very serious matter."

  "Yes, my Lord?"

  "I have been observing you closely today. Yes, very closely indeed, and I have noted that you much prefer to flirt with the young men than attend to your schoolwork. And this, I think, is why your marks have been so low lately."

  "I am sorry my Lord. I have been naughty." She was standing now, and she curtseyed to him. "Perhaps I should be punished."

  "Yes, yes, I am afraid that is in the cards."

  "What would you have me do?"

  "I want," said the Marquis de Sade. "To take off your undergarments."

  "As you wish, my Lord."

  Janice hiked her dress up, and then pulled down her underwear. She'd asked Murat for especially lacy, sexy underwear, and he had happily obliged. She pulled down those lacy things, slowly, almost tauntingly. Oh yes, the tease was the thing, and by the glitter in the Marquis' eyes she could tell he was lapping it up!

  "Oh my, Master. Is this really... necessary!"

  "Silence, child!" He was easily able to instill his voice with the authority of the aristocracy. After all, above all, he was a Marquis! "I shall be the judge of that!"

  "But I shall tell my parents!"

  "Tell your parents as you please. Be sure, however, that the punishment shall become, in that case, more and more corporeal!"

  More and more corporeal! A threat indeed from none other than the Marquis de Sade!

  "Very well." Slowly, she drew the frilly underwear up. It was beautiful stuff, made of top Swiss linen. There was a beauty to undergarments now that the rich of Europe were only just now perfecting. Perhaps the French were being creative now that they could not buy the plain cheap textiles produced by the gloomy factories of England. "Here."

  She tendered the underpants forward.

  Then pretended to trip.

  The underpants flew from her hand and draped over the Marquis face.

  They had been perfumed, but no doubt they carried with it the rich aroma she knew was owned by her furry pussy. The Marquis started to say something. He inhaled and then he stopped.

  "My word!" he said.

  He drew the underpants from his face and stared down at them in wonder.

  "I shall have to keep these!"

  "Yes, Master."

  "Now come here, girl. In my generosity and benevolence I have provided you a very comfortable resting place." He tapped his thighs. "You have but to lie across here."

  "Very well, Master."

  Penitently but with a lower lip pushed out to form a sexy ledge of a childish pout, she went to the Marquis’ side. Slowly, she leaned first, and then settled herself, making sure that she dragged her breasts over each of the legs slowly and as tellingly as possible.

  "Excellent. Now child, I am about to expose your rear to the air. It shall be cold for only a short while before I warm it good."

  "Yes, Master."

  Janice could feel her dress being slowly peeled back across her legs. She could feel the cold air of the room, and it felt refreshing.

  "Now then. Brace yourself. I am about to commence. And believe me, child, this is going to hurt me more than it does you."

  She heard a floff of cloth, a woof of hair, and then felt the heel of his hands and his fingers strike the mound of both her buttocks.

  Smack!

  "Oh!" she cried.

  It was a sharp, sweet pain. It dived immediately to her most sensitive points. They awoke.

  The flattened hand rubbed the derriere almost lovingly again for a few moments, and then rose.

  Again the woof of air, the fan of arm, and she could feel the arm descending.

  Smack!

  "Oh! Oh!"

  This time it was harder and the sound of it echoed through the room. Smack, smack, smack...

  "You will remember this, no?"

  "Yes, Master," she said.

  "I somehow think not, unless I deliver more and with more emphasis!" said de Sade. And his voice and manner had a sense of grandeur and high drama about it. Then it was that Janice remembered that, in fact, the Marquis was a dramatist as well, writing many plays and also acting in them as well as staging them. This, in fact, was the subject of a play she had seen once, MARAT/SADE. But that of course dealt with a time in the Marquis's life in yet another insane asylum, which would turn out to be his home for the rest of the life.

  Unless...

  Smack!

  "Repent!" proclaimed the Marquis. "Repent oh ye sinner child!"

  "Oh!" said Janice, and again the pain pounded against her pussy and made it oh so sensitive. So sensitive, pushing against the hard thighs of the Marquis' legs. And she could feel now, as he got more and more excited, an erection of his penis, rising up to push against her stomach like a flagpole saluting its cause.

  "Say it!" said de Sade. "Say it, you wretch
ed child!"

  "I repent!"

  "Not enough!"

  Smack!

  "Not nearly enough!"

  Smack, smack!

  "I repent, I repent!"

  She said the words breathlessly, for the sensation, the remarkable pain/pleasure sensation was beginning to burn and glow up into her. From her behind down to her pussy, and then up through her stomach and into her breast, where it kindled a fervent and delightful fire.

  Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

  "Oh, you wretched girl. Confess!"

  "Yes. Yes, I am a wretched girl. Spank me harder. Spank me more, Master. I deserve it. I deserve to be spanked!"

  The Marquis spanked her again. Again and again.

  And then suddenly, he heaved up against her, pushing his hard penis against her.

  He groaned. He ground and he groaned.

  "Oh spank me more, Master," she begged, but the Marquis seemed to have dropped out of one play and into another.

  And the other had a more immediate physical action.

  With a shove, a squirm and a twist, he ground into her. She could feel his hard penis throbbing against her and thrills, different thrills sent shivers first into her breast and then tingles down her spine straight into the heart of lust.

  "Uggh, ughh, uggh," said the Marquis.

  She could feel his thick member throbbing and spasming. And then she felt a huge wetness spread from him to her blouse.

  He shuddered a bit and then fell back, half-conscious. He would have fallen from the chair except for the fact that she had him pinned.

  "Marquis?" she said.

  He was quiet and almost comatose, it seemed.

  "Citizen Charles! Are you well? Should I get wine? A doctor!"

  No response at first.

  Oh god! Had she killed him? Had she come back in time and killed the Marquis de Sade before his time? Surely--

  "My heavens, you are a naughty creatures," the Marquis began to drone. Slowly a smile began to spread out upon his lips. "But you have paid your dues. I shall reinstate you back into the school."

  "Oh, Marquis. You are well."

  He opened his eyes and smiled down at her. "I have never been better! I'm afraid my pants are a bit damp, but such is life! And you!"