Author: Anonymous

About: Experiences of a Country Girl is a painful, intriguing account of dastardly doings in the backwoods of America, told by the girl herself.

The author, Lucille by name, is the voluptuous 19-year-old daughter of a poor farmer. Papa is desperately in need of money and, to raise capital, he "sells" his daughter to their next-door neighbor, Mr. Raleigh, a wealthy young man of bizarre tastes.

The innocent Lucille is exposed to the wiles of her master in brutal fashion. Without so much as a by-your-leave, Raleigh totally dominates his young charge and introduces her into his most unusual household. The addition of the unwilling young belle creates a menage a quatre, with Raleigh as the focal point of a group that also includes two winsome and willing young servant girls.

Under the supple birches of the primitive forests Lucille comes to taste the lash of life.

Excerpt:

“Then I guess we're going to be plenty up against it this winter,” Father said mournfully.

“Maybe not,” Mr. Raleigh said slowly, after he had glanced at me speculatively several times.

“You say you've no security to offer for a loan, but you're thinking in terms of banking finance. Now, if you want a loan from me, I can let you have up to five thousand dollars for as long as you wish and for security you can turn Lucille over to me. She can remain with me as my ward, as a sort of guardian till you find it convenient to pay off the loan.”

“Do you really mean that, Mr. Raleigh?” Father asked excitedly. “You'll let me have five thousand without security—all I have to do is let you keep Lucille to guarantee the money'll be paid back?”

“Right,” Mr. Raleigh agreed. “Of course, there are a few strings attached to my offer. One is that Lucille will regard me as her guardian, and that as her guardian, I shall be privileged to give her a whipping whenever she is disobedient, the same as you and your wife do. Do you object to that?”

“Not at all,” Father replied. “In fact, if Lucille isn't obedient to everything you tell her, we'd expect you to give her a licking.”

“Now there's one other point,” Mr. Raleigh continued. “Is Lucille strong and healthy?”

“She ain't been sick for a long time,” Mother spoke up, “and she's strong enough to do housework, the same as me.”

“I'm afraid,” he said slowly, “that it would be best to examine her.”

“You mean—undressed?” asked Mother.

Mr. Raleigh nodded, while I shrank back, looking at him horrifiedly. He said, “There's no need for her to feel strange about it. She wouldn't feel strange about undressing before you, and as her guardian I shall be taking your place.”

When my parents seemed to hesitate he drew his checkbook out of his pocket and uncapped his fountain pen. That settled the question for my parents; to them, money was far more important than their daughter's modesty.

“Lucille, go over to Mr. Raleigh,” directed Father.

I wanted to protest it. It seemed bad enough to know they were willing to turn me over to him with the privileges of him whipping me as they themselves had done so many times, but to know I had to get undressed and let him examine me seemed entirely too cruel.

“Did you hear me, Lucille?” Father demanded. “Now you look sharp when I speak to you, young lady, or I'll get the strap and teach you some manners.”

And Mother added: “You mind your father's wish and do what he tells you, or I'll take off my slipper and give you a good taste of it before he takes you out to the woodshed.”

Having been trained to always do exactly what they said, and seeing that they intended to make me submit to practically every request Mr. Raleigh made, I bowed my head and walked obediently over to where he sat.