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Q = Quim

The noun quim was a Victorian-era word that was used specifically to refer to the fluids produced by the vagina, specifically during orgasm. In modern usage it is primarily heard in British slang and is a derogatory or vulgar term for the vagina itself. The word is rarely used today in English slang but used in Wales as an insult rather than the above meaning. The word may be related to Welsh ‘cwm’ meaning ‘hollow’ or ‘valley’.
1. Shirley’s quim was soaking wet.
2. Go eat some quim you fucking quim.
by Dr. Know April 07, 2005 
     As you’ve all seen, I took a couple days off from the SpankA2Z, but I’m back with one of my favorite words.

     When I started writing Widow Wagon, it occurred to me that I would now be writing a Victorian/Civil War historical.  I could finally use the word quim.

     I love the word quim.   I said just this week to another author, it’s cute, sexy, hot, and just damn adorable. Through the years there have  been several authors that use the word quim.  The two authors that readily come to mind are Carolyn Faulkner and Melinda Barron.  The Queens of Quim!
    I’m going to give a quote from each author with a link to the book.  
Carolyn Faulkner’s Rod of Correction is one of my favorite books, and she has the word quim a few times in the book. 
     “He found her little quim easily, drenched as it was, which let him know that he was following the perfect path with her.  He had been concerned, in the back of his mind, that he might have been a bit too severe with her, especially since they were so new but that was all the evidence he needed to know that he was spot on.  Rod slipped his middle finger up inside her, feeling the presence of not only the rigid nozzle in her bottom, but also that she was quite full of medicine, and he knew that his finger’s presence within her  pussy would only add to her distress — as well as her enjoyment of — what was being done to her behind.  
     With her quim full, he used his already wet thumb to worry her swollen clit, pressing harder than he might if he was trying to bring her off, but then, that was not his goal — yet.  He just wanted to fondle her intimately because he could, and because he wanted her to realize that fact, as well as the idea that orgasms for her were far from a sure thing.  He wasn’t certain he was going to allow her to come at all this weekend.  He would have to see how well she behaved — or didn’t. 

Melinda Barron has an amazing series called Victorian Brats Volume I and Volume II.  This will be a quote from Volume I.  She has used the word quim several times in each book and I must warn you these books will burn your Kindle up.

     “My hands were shaking as I straightened down my skirts and lowered myself.  I could feel his hard thigh pressed against my quim.  
     His manhood was pressed against my side.  It sent a chill through me.  
     I started to squirm as I felt him gathering my skirts up.  He intended for my bottom to be bare and I was unprepared for that.  I knew that Amelia’s had been, but I hadn’t expected him to raise my skirts.   I tried to stand and  he used one hand to hold me down.  My skirts came up above my head and I heard the material of my under-alls tearing, bearing my backside. 
     “Stop that!  Stop this instance! No! No!” I could feel the cool air on my skin and moments later I felt the resounding slap, followed by four more.  I tried to move but Lord Essex was holding me down.  
    “This is for spying on me.”  Slap, slap, slap, slap. 
     Tears were stinging my eyes as I felt heat rush through my exposed bum.  I also felt a warming in my quim, something I had never felt before.  
     Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. 
     “And this is for not following orders this afternoon.”  Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. 
     I continued to squirm, begging for him to stop.  But I realized that each time he slapped me I was squirming to try and press my quim harder against his thigh.  The pressure on my quim, coupled with the sharp slaps was producing the most enjoyable sensation.” 
    ” I did as I was told without a fuss and sighed as Lord Essex’s thumb pushed its way inside my quim.  He used his other hand to rub my reddened behind and whispered for me to “relax, relax and enjoy.”  
     His thumb began to move and his fingers began rubbing at the front part of my quim.  A tingling sensation began to spread to my belly and I sighed through my tears.  
    “Spend for me Charlotte.”  Slap.  “Relax and allow it to happen.”  Slap. “That’s it my sweet, move your hips.”  Slap 
     “I was bucking myself against Lord Essex’s thumb, begging for him to continue.  I had never felt anything so wonderful in my entire life.  He moved his fingers and slid his thumb in and out of me as he continued to slap my behind with the other hand.  Moments later I cried out in pleasure and Lord Essex slapped my behind continentally until my moaning subsided.” 
  

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