Over thirty years ago, while in my adolescence, and being fortunately endowed with a reading knowledge of the French language, I came upon this erotic masterpiece in the original French, profuse with some of the most beautifully designed line drawing I have ever seen. Each picture in itself was a miniature masterpiece of imagery and illusion, summoning up the most vivid overtones of the sensual excitement derived from what we may term "voluptuous flagellation."
In that same early era which marked the start of the great American depression, many other "underground masterpieces" made their debut upon the American literary scene. Now that a generation has gone by and, in spite of the uninhibited freedom of publication which prevails these days, without an English version of Martinet's memorable classic, I felt myself obliged to trace it in my voluminous private collection and to make this translation for the benefit of those innumerable readers who have not yet been introduced to the Gallic spice and charm of the author's work.
Psychologically, Martinet's novel is still very much to the point in our own contemporary period. It contains all the ingredients of not only a flavorful piece of erotica, but also the psychical connotations of a young girl's transformation from a docile and Lesbian-attuned subject into a wakened young woman whose marriage clashes with her past indoctrinations.
Every male reader will fancy himself as Jacques, the virile and imaginative young hero of Martinet's classic. And here again the author has wrought better than he knew, since back in the early Sixties when we were first made aware of the extensive literature of Lesbianism, the major novels written by American authors in those days invariably were placed on the theme of a Lesbian heroine's conversion to heterosexual fulfillment by the sage and dominating male. While the psychiatrist will tell you that it is rare for a genuine Lesbian to succumb to the blandishments of a man, there still remains a steadfast if unfounded belief that if a female addicted to Sapphic practices ultimately meets a man who comprehends her psychology and has enough sexual imagination to prove to her the superiority of a man's desire and passion, he can change her virtually overnight.
However, Martinet does not make the error of the hack writer in presuming that the conversion of Lisette is by any means so simple. Even after her marriage, Lisette continues her clandestine meetings with her four Lesbian tutresses until at last Jacques, discovering her subtle infidelity, avenges himself on these four women and teaches Lisette to accept the whip as amorous prelude to their conjugal union.
It is with mingled pleasure and humility, therefore, that I set this book before this new generation of readers who are doubtless more omniscient than I realize and who will already have impatiently skipped this explanatory preface!
A. de Granamour
CHAPTER ONE
In the province of Normandy, in the little resort village of Piemonieux, Lisette Joyaux was born and spent her girlhood.
Yet this simple sentence tells everything and nothing about the naive young beauty who was to become the bride and then the love-slave of handsome young Jacques Duverneuil. In order to comprehend the remarkable circumstances which occurred in the very first year of that seemingly fortuitous marriage one must know what preceded it. Without that foreknowledge, there would be only the most banal of stories to tell.
Lisette was born to moderately affluent parents than in their mid-thirties. Her father, Daniel Joyaux, was a gentleman farmer who had been left a considerable estate and fortune by his father, who had been a retired sea captain serving in the French merchant fleet. Daniel and his beautiful blonde wife Amalie had been in love since their school days, and they had married in their early twenties. But fortune had not given them a child as a result of their passionate love until after a dozen years of marriage, when they had begun to despair of having offspring. One can understand, therefore, how they looked upon the lovely Lisette as a kind of gift from a benevolent Providence. For Lisette had inherited her mother's beauty and her father's patrician elegance. But in addition she possessed a most ingenuous mind and personality. And again, we may think providence for measuring out precisely the ingredients which made Lisette what she was, for if she had had more beauty or more sophistry, again there would have been no story to relate.
There was nothing in Lisette's childhood to indicate the path she was to take in her teens. Her loving parents lavished every affection and every gift upon this lovely child, employed a diligent and sympathetic governess who was never once permitted to address so much as a harsh word to the little girl in the event of misdemeanor.
By the time she was fifteen, she knew as much about punishment as she did about lovemaking, which is to say, nothing. However, her destiny was being shaped by the three grim fates who measure out and cut the thread of life itself for all mortals.
The skein of her life was to be tied up with that of her parents. For in the summer of her fifteenth year, her father and mother were both killed in an automobile accident, and Lisette Joyaux was sent to live with an elderly and nearly blind aunt, some twenty years older than her sister and a decided spinster.
Because of her infirmity, Hortensia Clomaris was more gentle with Lisette than was perhaps good for the young girl. Yet perhaps too, grieving that she herself had never known the sweet pangs of either procreation or maternity, this spinster doted on her little niece and lavished every affection upon her. She herself employed an old gossipy housekeeper, Madame Perichaud, to cook the meals and to tend to the cleaning and such other domestic chores. And often Madame Perichaud would scold her mistress and say, "That little brat deserves a good smacking on her bare backside, and you smile at her and give her a sweetmeat instead! Spare the rod and spoil the child I have said once and I will say it a thousand times!" And the nearly blind spinster would smile again and gently shake her head and correct the woman, "Mais pas de tout, my dear Madame Perichaud. This is not my child but one who is only lent to me for a little while, and I would not punish her for the world."
Perhaps the old housekeeper's grumblings were prophetic, seeing the light of what was destined to happen to lovely Lisette Joyaux. But anyway there was never any question of the immunity of Lisette's saucy posterior, even when she committed, one memorable afternoon, the unhappy prank of juggling several of her aunt's best china plates and smashing three of them. While the elderly housekeeper spluttered ineffectually, Aunt Hortensia only gave Lisette a mild talking-to which left the sensitive young girl almost in tears.
Such then was the manner of Lisette Joyaux's puberty. But all this was to change upon this remarkable summer of the fifteenth year of her delicious young life. Indeed, even at that tender age she was already delicious and gave promise of the ripening glory of her womanhood-to-be. Of scarcely more than medium height Lisette had golden hair which she wound into two thick braids like pigtails, even though Madame Perichaud would grumble and say that only peasants' children wore such ludicrous pigtails. Her face was heart-shaped, and like a flower in its ingenuous loveliness; large, widely spaced eyes the color of the unclouded sky in the summer, a dainty straight nose with just the suspicion of an uptilt and widely flaring sensitive nostrilwings; a sweet full mouth made for kissing, one would say, with the lower lip riper than its red twin. A dimple in the rounded chin and more dimples in the lovely rounded cheeks. Yet despite this golden blondeness, Lisette Joyaux's skin was the color of freshly skimmed milk, so satiny and soft and flawless that an aristocratic patrician would have envied the girl for it and would have given half her fortune to obtain its like.
At fifteen, then, Lisette was divinely fair of visage and she was equally delectable of figure. Her legs were slightly long, but the voluptuous curves of her almost full womanly thighs and the saucy rondures of her calves bewitchingly heralded a bottom of imcomparable proportions, which, like a great wine of a vintage year, promised to become even more glorious in maturity. Her buttocks were marvelously rounded, upstandingly set with the most artfully sinuous furrow between them. It was a bottom meant for caressing or whipping-or both!
Her young breasts, too, gave promise of glory in their development, and at fifteen, they were already provocatively firm and saucily tipped, spaced widely apart and set high on her milky chest. Her wonderfully slim waist and the shapely curve of her smooth belly marked as it was by the dainty, secretive, deep and narrow niche of her navel, together with the suave pelvic basin in which was housed the golden-thatched temple of her young virginity, completed this categorical account of nascent beauty. And in this, her fifteenth summer of life, Lisette Joyaux little suspected that she was about to embark upon an adventure which would introduce her virginal charms to the most voluptuously acute of pleasures, yet without impairing her innocence to the male!
CHAPTER TWO
Lovely Lisette Joyaux, thus left to her own devices, began to explore the serene and quiet countryside in which her aunt dwelt. Since she displayed the utmost affection to the lonely spinster and had never committed any serious breach of etiquette or demeanor, Hortensia allowed the young girl unrestricted freedom, since, indeed, she herself knew all the neighbors in the little farm town in which she resided and could think of no possible prohibitions to impose upon her charming young niece. But what she did not know was that only a few months previously, the stately mansion-like house several hundred feet away from her own modest dwelling had been rented by the trustees of the estate of old Monsieur Bromard to a wealthy young divorcee. And it was that house in which Lisette was to become acquainted for the first time in her virginal young life with the most erotic and complex lore and behavior of all....in a word, with the mystic rites of Bilitis and her beloved priestess, the Lady Lesbia.
For the divorcee was none other than Janine Ericourt, whose husband had cast her aside when, only six months previously, he had come back from a trip to Rouen unexpectedly early and discovered his voluptuous young wife in the arms of a lover. Doubtless, being young and gallant and reasonably tolerant by nature, Maurice Ericourt might simply have chided his bride for her indiscretion and tactfully advised her to conduct her extramarital amours elsewhere rather than in their own home had this lover been of his own sex. But therein lay the thorn in the ipse, for Janine's lover was of the same tender sex as herself, the handsome blonde twenty-five-year-old Suzanne Vegouret, whom he himself had secretly coveted from afar, little suspecting that she disdained all men because she was an avowed disciple of the Sapphic Cult.
Thus cuckolded in both his male ego and by his beautiful wife's deception, Maurice Ericourt furiously denounced both women for their wicked perfidy and consulted his attorney that very day to bring an end to his two-year-old marriage to his adored Janine. Being enormously wealthy and wishing no scandal, he made a most lucrative settlement upon her with the stipulation that she would not contest the divorce action and that she would leave Paris forever. Janine agreed and thus it was that she came to this little town in Normandy to find serenity and tranquility in the beautiful French countryside. But after a few months, the quiet and the loneliness exacerbated her nerves, and she sent for her blonde sweetheart. With Suzanne came two of the latter's friends, equally beautiful and desirable and equally tinged with that virginal ardor which excludes all men and whose flame burns brightly only in the presence of the female.
And so Janine Ericourt was comforted in her banishment from the City of Light, and she gave herself up ecstatically to the amorous and evocative transports to which Suzanne and the other two beauties introduced her. So very soon there was a very comfortable menage a quatre, quite unbeknownst to Lisette's elderly aunt.
Thus it was that on this fateful July day, Lisette went out to play, at first in search of her dearest chum, the charming fourteen-year-old Eva, the granddaughter of an old caretaker who looked after the elegant little villa on the corner across the street. But it appeared that Eva had been sent by her mother to pick berries in the field and then to take a basketful to her aunt who lived in a little cottage on the other side of town. Faintly vexed at this turn of events, Lisette returned to her aunt's house, but while so doing she decided to have a look at the abandoned house near hers. It had formerly been inhabited by an elderly couple who had decided to return to Paris and had put it up for rental or sale through their solicitors, and of course Lisette, no more than her aunt, did not know that it was now inhabited by four excitingly voluptuous young women. They, indeed, had been most discreet so that the neighbors might not suspect the singularity of four such attractive young women living together under one roof without any apparent support or the presence of a consort. But the folly of passion sometimes tempts even the most cautious into error, and thus it was with Janine and Suzanne and their two dear friends Madeleine Surmain and Paulette Renaud. For on this special afternoon, the four fair devotees of Lesbos had decided to enjoy the sun by taking their ease in the little summerhouse in the middle of the garden of the estate which Janine had rented. They believed themselves to be protected by the huge hedges which grew on all three sides of the garden, which was connected with the back of the house. But they did not reckon with the nascent curiosity of a fifteen-year-old girl who was lonely and out of sorts because she had no playmate.
Lisette accordingly stopped at the gate which led to the mansion, tentatively lifted the latch and let herself in. Seeing no sign of life in the house, she was about to leave when she espied a narrow little alleyway at one side of the house, and decided to explore it. Taking this path, she found herself at the edge of the garden, from which she could see the little summerhouse. Standing near a bed of nasturtiums, she suddenly perceived that the summerhouse was not at all vacant. She drew closer, and her eyes widened with astonishment to behold an incredible sight.
Four young women, to be more at their ease, and to allow the rays of the warm Normandy sun caress their delectable bodies through the scanty chemises which were their only veil, had entered the summerhouse, whose windows were made of thick but not opaque glass with the intention of lounging there in the wicker chairs and on the upholstered benches placed here and there near these windows. But then finding themselves alone and as they believed, safe from prying eyes, they discovered that their immodest deshabille incited them to lascivious pranks which finally passed into far more serious and complicated forms of amorous expression. For Suzanne had introduced into their Lesbian rituals a fascinating new precept, that of voluptuous fustigation. While she had been separated from her beloved Janine, she had chanced to meet Madeleine and Paulette, who themselves were already faithful Sapphic sweethearts, and had invited them to her apartment where the three young women had tasted the sweet forbidden fruits of woman-love. Madeleine had seemed to show her companion Paulette much more attention than Suzanne cared to see, especially as she was the hostess. She had accordingly scolded Madeleine, and finally out of exasperation, taken the handsome young woman across her lap, and began to spank her as one would an unruly child.
Paulette had begun to giggle at the sight of her petite amie's discomfiture, and so the irate Suzanne had decided upon firmer measures so that both these young women would not think this a mere game. She therefore stopped and, fucking up Madeleine's skirt and chemise, resumed the correction over Madeleine's silken panties with such effect that the charming victim began to squeal and squirm and finally to burst into tears and to implore mercy.
Suzanne, instantly contrite, at once ceased the chastisement and lifted Madeleine to her feet. What was her surprise to find that Madeleine was inflamed with desire towards her beautiful blonde executioner. The two young women stood, arms entwined around each other, their mouths fused and their tongues engaging in a rapacious rapiering which proclaimed their mutual frenzy for each other. Paulette was forgotten for the time as both women moved to the couch and there merged in passionate conclave.
And when later Paulette, herself disconcerted by being thus ignored, protested Madeleine's temporary infidelity, what was her surprise in turn, to have both Madeleine and Suzanne fall upon her, drag her to that selfsame couch, fling her down upon her belly, and while Suzanne seated herself astride Paulette's supple back, Madeleine it was who lifted up Paulette's chemise and began to apply a vigorous spanking over the victim's lovely oval-shaped bottomglobes until Paulette burst into tears of chagrin, shame and distress. And then she too discovered the miracle of voluptuous correction from the hands of the beloved, for when they let her up, her eyes were humid with desire and she could not wait to make love to both of them. And thus this trio became a passionate one, welded in the crucible of amorous chastisement. From that day forth, the three inseparable Lesbians could not let one of their trysts take place without resorting to this stimulating kind of prelude.
So it was natural when they came to live with Janine they readily introduced the beautiful brunette divorcee to the mystic ceremonials of flagellation. From the benign spanking with the soft palm, they experimented with a folded newspaper, an ivory comb, a long-handled bath brush, a dampened napkin (which eventually they knotted so as to serve as a kind of little whip). In the countryside, since there were hedges and trees, they discovered how to make birch rods and even bouquets of metals for their erotic diversions. And Suzanne, returning to Paris for a weekend, found a little leather goods shop where she was able to procure a martinet, a little, red leather dog whip and several straps of varying lengths and thicknesses which could be put to use in their fourfold household.
And it was this usage which young golden-haired Lisette Joyaux beheld through the windowpanes of the little summerhouse on that July afternoon when her curiosity and boredom led her to find a way into the hidden and shielded garden of what she and her aunt had believed to be an abandoned mansion. She stood there transfixed beside the bed of nasturtiums, as she watched the most incredible sight she had ever witnessed in all her tender young years. For Paulette, slim and tall and coppery--haired, reveling in the verve of her twenty-three years, was wielding the three-thonged martinet upon the naked bottom of blonde Suzanne Vegouret who was couched across the lap of Janine and whose hands were held by her adoring sweetheart Madeleine. Suzanne's chemise had been unbuttoned and dragged up high on the carnation-sheened back to expose the impudent, jouncy, broadly contoured cheeks of her naked behind, separated by a broadening furrow. Since her legs were left free to caper under the stinging kisses of the martinet, Suzanne weaved and twisted and finally began to flail her bare legs in the air, allowing the thunderstruck Lisette to see the thickly fleeced aperture of her pussy, as well as the even more bewitching glimpse of the pink-ambery rosette of her anus as, convulsing under the stinging impact of the three broad leather thongs which darted down through the air to flatten angrily and with a noisy crack over Suzanne's bare bottom, the shuddering hemispheres yawned and clenched in convulsive spasms.
Janine had curved her left arm around Suzanne's waist and her right hand was pressed against the cheekbone of the victim while with blazing eyes she followed the flight of the red leather bands which had already raised angrily bright crimson streaks on the victim's carnation skin. "Go on, you are only just beginning!" she encouraged Paulette. "Make her cry, make her beg pardon, the naughty girl that she is!"
But suddenly Paulette stopped, the wooden handle of the martinet clutched tightly in her right hand, and her mouth gaped with surprise. She had just seen Lisette at the end of the garden, and she was petrified with surprise at this intrusion.
"No!" she hissed. "There is someone spying on us! Pull her chemise down, let her up! We must go catch this wicked spy who dares to interrupt our pleasures!"
Lisette could not move from her vantage spot, even when she saw Paulette cast aside the martinet, saw Madeleine help Suzanne to her feet and pull down her chemise and then saw all four beauties leave the summerhouse and come towards her. When she finally regained her poise, it was too late. Janine, running like a young deer, had come up to her and seized her by a wrist: "Who are you? What are you doing here? How dare you spy upon us, you little good-for-nothing!" the beautiful brunette divorcee exclaimed.
"I have a better idea," Madeleine smiled knowingly as her eyes devoured the golden-haired teenager's delectable figure. "Into the summerhouse with her, and we will let her have a taste of the martinet herself and thus learn the truth!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, please, let me go, I haven't done anything, please let me go!" lovely golden-haired Lisette Joyaux pleaded as the two beautiful Lesbians seized her by the wrists and forced her back into the summerhouse.
"That's as may be," Madeleine retorted, "but in the meantime, we wish a few answers from you, ma petite!"
"But I tell you, and it's the truth, I wasn't spying on you," Lisette protested, tears glistening in her beautiful dilated blue eyes. "I didn't know that anyone lived here any more, and I just wanted to see the garden and what was here. And there you all were-" She stopped, her face turning scarlet as she realized the gravity of her admission.
"Yes, there we all were," Madeleine rejoined with a mocking little smile as she glanced at her three friends. "And so you saw something quite different from what you expected, I'll be bound. You little snoop! I've a good mind to tell your parents what a wicked little girl you are, to intrude upon private property and to watch what you shouldn't be watching!"
"Oh please let me go," Lisette pleaded, struggling in the grip of her two tormentresses. "I promise I shan't say anything, I truly promise! Besides, my parents are dead and I've only my old aunt who lives nearby. I meant no harm, truly I didn't!"
Madeleine glanced at the beautiful brunette Janine, who had rented this forsaken mansion for the sake of privacy and, most recently, as a protective rendezvous for the amorous trysts of this passionate quartet of Sapphists. "And what do you think, ma belle Janine?" she demanded.
"Perhaps the child is telling the truth," Janine interposed. "She seems so charming, with those big blue eyes, such an innocent."
"Don't let yourself be taken in by her looks," Madeleine reprimanded. "Mata Hari was a beautiful dancer and a stunning woman, but she wound up against the stake before a firing squad. No, I say this little one must be given a good lesson so she won't go around tattling to others. Here we have had our glorious solitude without being bothered by anyone, and all of a sudden it is threatened by the presence of this naughty scamp. I say, let's give her a good sound smacking on her pretty bottom and send her back to where she belongs with a warning."
"Oh no!" Lisette gasped, turning an adorable crimson as she struggled to free her wrists. "But I've done nothing, I swear to you I haven't! And I shan't tell anyone."
"Of course, because you've nothing to tell, isn't that right?" Janine rose and approached the trembling, tearful young girl. In her black satin chemise, the stunning divorcee was exceptionally voluptuous, and naive though Lisette was, she could not help but notice the magnificent figure which the chemise so flatteringly shaped out, nor the brilliant, humid dark brown eyes and the sensual ripe little mouth and the creamy skin so liberally displayed.
Janine Ericourt put out her right hand and cupped Lisette's trembling chin, staring deeply into the girl's eyes. "All you really say," she persisted, "was that one of us was being punished for being naughty. Yes, ma petite, just as you are going to be now."
"But I don't deserve a smacking! And I've never been smacked, oh please, please let me go!" Lisette wailed, suddenly strangely troubled by the compelling nearness of the four beautiful Lesbians who were holding her in their midst and devouring her with their glistening eyes. From their bodies there emanated not only the cloying perfume which they had so artfully applied to their bodies, but also the scent of their lubricious attunement, that indescribably stirring fragrance compounded from naked flesh and moisture and secretive love-distillations.
"Why, this is incredible," Madeleine Surmain declared, "a virgin bottom! In any case, we shan't let you go, little one, until we've had a look at it and given it a good warming to teach you not to be so inquisitive about matters that don't concern you. Here, let me take her across my lap and the rest of you hold her while I prepare that lovely innocent bottom for its initiation!"
So saying, the brown-haired, carnation-skinned twenty-six-year-old Madeleine seated herself on one of the wicker benches which circled the back of the little summerhouse, and made a sign to her friends to draw the tearful and pleading golden--haired captive towards her for that ignominious position which such chastisement inevitably implies. Lisette tried to resist, but her three captresses were far too strong for her, and in a moment she found herself couched across the lap of the beautiful brownette, her wrists held by Suzanne and Paulette who knelt down on the floor so as to be able not only to hold her wrists tightly but also be in ideal proximity to the spectacle which so enthralled them.
It was therefore Janine, that black-haired twenty-four-year-old divorcee and pro tern owner of this forsaken mansion, who was left the task of preparing Li-seete's delicious virginal young bottom for its first harsh chastisement!
Madeleine bent towards the now weeping young girl, took hold of the latter's muslin frock and lofted it past Lisette's waist. A chorused gasp of admiration came from the four Lesbians as they perceived the amplitude of the voluptuous young bottom, already molded out so enticingly by the dainty white silk-and-lace-trimmed petticoat. This too was rucked up and tucked into place along with the skirt to prevent the garments from descending and protecting the condemned young behind. Meanwhile, poor Lisette, dying of shame, kept dragging at her captive wrists and, through tearblinded eyes, staring at her captresses and imploring them for mercy, while, pressing her body tightly down over Madeleine's lap, and clutching her thighs together as tightly as she could, she strove to prevent the supreme indignity.
But it was not to be. Now they could see the lovely behind encased in a tight-fitting pair of pink silk panties, which clung to the hemispheres like a second skin. And the lovely pale white flesh of Lisette's delightfully rounded young thighs and saucily curving calves-since she wore only very short socks and her sandals-aroused all the feverish and sensual emotion of their perverse natures.
"What a magnificent bottom!" Madeleine gasped, lost in admiration as her eyes fixed the contracting hemispheres, protected now by the single scanty veil of the silk panties. "Hurry, Janine, and let us all see that bottom bared for my eager hand! I am going to make those lilly white cheeks a flaming red, you little imp, you'll see!"
Janine at once inserted her fingers under the waistband of Lisette's final veil of chastity, at which the golden-haired young girl uttered a wild, despairing cry and twisted herself to the left, in a desperate effort to prevent this final outrage. But Paulette and Suzanne pinched her wrists and gripped them tightly, while Madeleine curved her left arm round the victim's waist to pinion her to her fate. And even Lisette's frantic kicks were not able to prevent Janine's descending the little panties down from the spacious amplitude of that luscious and hitherto untouched posterior, till at last the silken garment halted at mid-thigh and formed a kind of restraining fetter on Lisette's struggling bare legs.
For a moment there was breathless silence, as all four Sapphists stared greedily at the flinching pale white globes of Lisette's naked bottom. The cheeks were upstandingly rounded, set closely together, but at about the middle of the bottom the ambiant furrow began to broaden, allowing a glimpse of the shadowy mysteries of the rectal passageway which led to the temple of Sodom and, below, towards the delicately fronded pink-lipped slit of Lisette's virginity.
Destroyed by the shame of this procedure, Lisette abandoned herself, bowing her head and giving herself up to a crisis of tears, while she huddled and contracted her naked behind in a pathetic and almost ludicrous effort to diminish its all too vulnerable areas. Madeleine Surmain slowly passed her right palm over those naked globes, exclaiming with delight at the satiny warmth, the palpitating mobility, the elasticity of the naked flesh and the marvelous symmetry of those netherglobes. This strange caressing prelude to punishment enervated Lisette and her cries and tears grew the louder.
"Will you stop all that silly noise, my girl?" Madeleine hissed, applying a wicked little pinch along the furrow which cleft Lisette's bare bottomcheeks. "I will give you something to cry about, never fear, little one! But don't deafen our ears with your complaints until you've really something to complain about, hein?" And with this she applied still another pinch which drew a squeal of pain and shame from the unfortunate captive, who began again to kick her legs uselessly as she strove to fling herself off Madeleine's lap.
"But it is the most adorable bottom I have ever seen," Janine averred as she laid her right palm over the palpitating behind and slowly began to caress it. Lisette believed that she would die of shame and hid her scarlet face by bowing it down onto the wicker bench, while at the same time, laying her pretty legs flat on the other side, she clenched them together with all her strength, all too well aware of what she must be displaying to these unfriendly and profaning eyes. But even this instinctive defense provided the four Lesbians with visual delight. The interplay of those vigorous young bottom muscles made the cheeks contract, twitch and shiver as with doleful anticipation of the infamous castigation about to be inflicted upon them; one could see the skin tighten and the muscles of the thighs and the calves ripple and flex just as the smooth surface of a brook is flurried by a sudden gust of summer wind.
"She is truly enchanting!" Madeleine proclaimed, her own right hand now joining Janine's as both freely wandered over the satiny white globes. Lisette closed her eyes as tightly as she could, ostrich-like, as if pretending that this was not taking place. But she could not help shivering and trembling as she lay thus exposed, for the singular thing about it was that those two hands lingeringly caressing her bare bottom had begun to procure for her her very first intimation of sensuality.
Suzanne and Paulette, who continued to kneel beside the bench and retain hold of the captive's wrist, were naturally envious of the liberties their two dear friends were taking, but consoled themselves with the thought that after the spanking was over, they would be able to palpate the charming teenager to their heart's content.
"Very well now, my little one," Madeleine spoke in a voice grown husky with desire, "I am going to spank your bottom for you. When I think you have had enough, I shall ask you some more questions, and if your answers are not satisfactory, perhaps we will find a rod or even a martinet for your big white moon! Janine, my beloved one, sit on the other side of the bench and hold her ankles, for I fear she is going to kick about a great deal when she first feels the weight of my little hand!"
With this, Madeleine Surmain raised her right hand, and, tightening the grip of her left arm around the young girl's naked waist, applied a noisy Smack! on the plumpest curve of the right bottomcheek. Lisette's gasp was echoed by the other three young women who, their eyes fixed upon that quivering white posterior, observed how Lisette started under the stinging slap and how at once the pale white skin of her behind was splotched with a vivid pink outline of Madeleine's palm.
"What a sensitive skin, what marvelously elastic flesh!" Janine observed, her eyes humid as they stared at the condemned posterior while with both hands she gripped the slim ankles of the young sufferer. "And to think it is the very first time she has ever been smacked. You must make it a good one, dear Madeleine, so that she will long remember it!"
This menacing threat enervated Lisette still more. Jerking at her wrists, trying to arch herself off Madeleine's lap, she turned her tearstained face back towards her spanker and in a faint, trembling voice, supplicated: "Oh I beg of you, I didn't do anything wrong, I didn't mean to look! I promise I shan't tell anyone, but oh don't sp-sp-spank me, I am so ashamed!"
"That is a proper attitude in which to receive your first correction, then, ma petite," Madeleine gently responded. "Attention now to the spanking! You shall not escape your just deserts, mechante vaurienne!" And with this, her hand rose and fell briskly, this time applying a sonorous and stinging slap to the other ripely rounded bottomsummit which left an equally bright flaming pink patch against the smooth satiny white skin of the globe.
"Snow and roses commingled," Suzanne poetically remarked. She had now seated herself on the edge of the bench and beside Madeleine, as she gripped the girl's left wrist with both slim hands. Leaning towards Lisette, she whispered, "Courage, little one! With so beautiful and big a bottom as yours, you mustn't expect to go through life so long without having it properly smacked for you every now and then. And mark my words, it will not be so unpleasant as you think!"
Paulette, however, continued to kneel on the floor of the summerhouse and to hold Lisette's right wrist, so that her face was but inches away from the young culprit's. Her eyes sparkling, her face flushed, her lips parted and moist, she watched the progression of the chastisement with an avid eagerness, her own recent amorous chastisement nearly forgotten in the joyous anticipation of this unusual spectacle, that of a novice and virgin being initiated into the tender games of this intimate Sapphic group.
Now having established a pattern for the spanking, Madeleine Surmain resumed it. At regular intervals of about fifteen seconds, her hand rose and fell, first visiting the right cheek, then the left, and beginning with the tops of the girl's naked, deliciously rounded young hips and continuing downwards toward the base just where the thighs joined that voluptuous young posterior. Each noisy slap was announced by the victim's squeals and sobs and groans, as well as by convulsive squirmings and lungings, till, by the time the punishment had reached the thirtieth slap, it required all the energy of Paulette and Suzanne and Janine to hold their victim's struggling limbs and keep her well positioned over Madeleine Surmain's ardent lap.
The beautiful brown-haired executioner herself was greatly moved by the infliction of this voluptuous correction, for such it was and it was not done in anger or spite; often as her hand descended crisply upon the trembling curve of that steadily reddening and squirming bottom, it would linger a tender moment as if to caress the flesh it had just chastised.
Poor Lisette, tears running down her cheeks, implored mercy now at almost every succeeding smack. Her hips had begun to lurch and jerk from side to side so that involuntarily Lisette displayed to the ravaged eyes of Janine the adorable vistas of both virginal pussy and anus. The convulsive surgings of her lovely lithe naked thighs made Madeleine increase the vigor of the slaps so as to produce an even more animated response, and by now the lovely white bottom was a fiery and angry red and the convulsive contractions of the chastised netherglobes redoubled.
At last Madeleine paused, out of breath, as with her left arm she pulled the weeping culprit's body back towards herself, and demanded in a voice shuddering with passion: 'Now perhaps you are ready to tell us the truth, you little wretch? Did you come to spy on us? The truth now, or I will have Janine bring me a rod of birch switches from the greenhouse, and then you will see how your bottom will smart!"
Turning her face back towards her beautiful executioner, her eyes blinded with tears, her voice choking with sobs, Lisette Joyaux stammered, "Oh please-oh have mercy on me-I swear it, it's the truth-I didn't come to spy, honestly I didn't! Oh do stop now, my poor bottom is so sore, it hurts me so!"
The four Lesbians found this ingenuous avowal absolutely ravishing, and they glanced at one another with shining eyes, their bosoms swelling with a new and delicious desire. Each could read what was in the other's eyes, and all of them in simultaneous accord longed to initiate their charming victim into the solacing mysteries of Bilitis. But it must be done carefully, lest Lisette become scandalized and inform her aunt and thereby disrupt the almost conjugal felicity which they had achieved here in this isolated little town in the province, this kind of secluded isle of Lesbos far from the bustling city of Paris.
"She may be telling the truth," Suzanne observed, but it will do no harm to scare her by giving her just a little more. Her bottom is tender but very plump, it can stand a few more good hard smacks!"
"Oh no, Madame, I implore you, oh I couldn't bear any more, truly I couldn't!" Lisette feverishly sobbed as she tried again to jerk her wrists free and to raise herself from off Madeleine's lap.
"Have courage, little one," Suzanne breathed, bending down so that her face was very close to the young girl's. "I am afraid Madeleine is displeased with you and is going to spank you a little more before she has finished, but I will help to distract you, pretty child. Come now, kiss me, and do not think of your bottom or how it hurts you. I, for one, will be your champion."
With this, retaining hold of Lisette's right wrist with her left hand, she plunged the fingers of her right hand into the girl's golden hair and, gently twisting the long curls, forced Lisette to lift her tearstained faec. Then, with a shudder of desire, Suzanne merged her ardent red mouth with Lisette's, just as Madeleine, with a grimace of jealousy, lifted her right hand again and brought it down vigorously over the base of Lisette's right buttock.
Lisette's cry of pain was thus drowned in Suzanne's greedy mouth, and Suzanne in turn was enraptured by feeling that lovely rosy mouth tremble piteously against her own as she tasted Lisette's sweet virginal nectar, in a long and sucking kiss, while she continued to twist her fingers in the girl's hair to prevent Lisette's breaking off that salacious embrace.
A second slap, then a third and fourth, fell quickly as the exasperated Madeleine determined to take part in this Lucullan feast at which their young virginal victim would be the piece de resistance. Under each, Lisette's naked burning hips jerked violently, and once again Janine could see the dainty pink lips of that soft young pussy poutingly gape in its frame of soft silky dark golden curls, could see the spasmodic tensions which made the lovely flaming bottomcheeks convulsively yawn and then clench to expose the site of the crinkly little fissure of Lisette's virginal anus. She felt her nipples harden with desire as her eyes fixed on the girl's writhing loins and haunches.
At last Suzanne ended the kiss and leaned back a little, at which the kneeling Paulette eagerly cried out, "Now it's my turn!" The coppery-haired Lesbian, holding Lisette's right wrist with her left hand, cupped the girl's trembling chin in her right palm, and crushed her own avid mouth to that of the young sufferer. Madeleine again resumed the spanking, though by now there was not a single patch of untouched white skin to be found in those two plump upturned shuddering naked bottomglobes. But this time she spanked very quickly, and in a haphazard pattern which actually stung even more atrociously and prevented Lisette from steeling herself against any regular cadence of blows. All four Lesbians were enchanted with the effect procured, for poor Lisette now began to grind her pelvis back and forth over Madeleine's lap as if actually seeking her own lascivious solace from the burning heat that pervaded her well spanked bottom. Paulette meanwhile continued to prolong the kiss, and herself tasted the ecstatic joy of hearing Lisette's cries muffled into her own throat, feeling those sweet tearwet lips tremble and move against her own, until in an access of lustful passion, she could contain herself no longer; deftly she darted in her pink tongue and for the first time in her life Lisette felt the exquisite titil-lation of a soulkiss.
Madeleine now increased the tempo of the spanking, her hand rising and falling so swiftly that one could scarcely see it as, all over the huddling, swollen, darkly reddened bottomglobes, her palm fell here and there to augment the now intolerable heat which attacked that voluptuous young posterior. Then, out of breath and her own hand stinging, she ceased the chastisement, pressing her inflamed palm right over both cheeks, bridging the intimate crease between them and herself reveling in the spasmodic play of those resilient, satiny-smooth gloves.
Panting, sobbing, groaning, her body visited by uncontrollable tremors, Lisette abandoned herself to Paulette's aggressive Frenchkissing, scarcely realizing that Janine had now begun to stroke her naked calves and thighs with a trembling hand or that Suzanne, herself greatly enervated and her face flushed, had released her hair and was using that hand to stroke the girl's side and the curve of one panting young breast.
"There now," Madeleine said huskily, "perhaps you have learned your lesson. Are you ever going to come here again without being invited? Answer me, you wicked creature!" And with this, she applied a sudden hard spank against the base of the sufferer's right bottomcheek.
Lisette frantically twisted her face back with a strident cry of anguish: "Aiiii! Ooohh, oh no, Madame! I'll never come here again, I swear I won't! Oh do let me go now, my bottom is on fire, it hurts me dreadfully! I didn't mean any harm, truly I didn't, oh dear Madame, let me go home now!"
"If I do" Madeleine responded, "you must swear not to tell your aunt or anyone else that you have seen us out here all taking the sun-for that is all we were doing. Do you understand me?" To punctuate that question, she again delivered a stinging slap to the base of the other bottomglobe, and poor Lisette wriggled like an eel out of water as she wailed, "Oh yes, I understand! I shan't say a word to anyone, I swear I shan't! Oh please let me go, I can't stand any more truly I can't!"
"Very well then," Madeleine seemed to relent. "But before you go, you must give us all the kiss of peace, to show that you bear no rancor towards any of us. Do you agree?"
"Oh yes, I will, I will! Oh let me up now, I'm so ashamed and I hurt so!" Lisette sobbed.
"That's a good girl. Now what's your name, little one?" Madeleine purred as her right palm began to caress the flaming globes she had so pitilessly chastised.
"L-Lisette J-Joyaux," the half-naked young girl faintly stammered, her cheeks turning scarlet as she felt herself thus palpated. Yet she could not deny that, despite the burning of her bottom, the feeling of that caressing hand was strangely soothing. It was, though she did not know it, more than that: it had begun to arouse her nascent emotions which the kisses of Paulette and Suzanne had already evoked from the very depths of her young psyche. Janine, meanwhile, was gently stroking Lisette's calves and thighs, and the tickling, titillating movements of the brunette's slim fingers summoned new muscular spasms to those delicious bare white legs. Now a strange lassitude seemed to pervade the still faintly sobbing young girl, who had abandoned herself over Madeleine's lap and, head bowed, eyes closed, lay shivering. "Turn her over, my dear friends," Madeleine murmured, "so I may soothe her."
Suzanne and Paulette and also Janine grasped Lisette's wrists and ankles, lifted her and then turned her so that she lay over Madeleine's lap, naked from the waist down to the rumpled panties clinging around her knees, the golden fleece of her virgin pussy shamelessly exposed. Lisette uttered a faint cry of shame and distress, clenching her thighs with all her strength as if to dissemble this most intimate part of herself. But Madeleine's hands now cupped her lovely young round breasts, as the brownette bent towards the sobbing girl and now kissed her boldly on the mouth, slipping her tongue between Lisette's trembling and panting lips. And as Paulette and Suzanne continued to hold the captive's wrist, she was defenseless against their insidious maneuvers. Janine, with a gasp of delight, applied her right forefinger to that adorable pussy and, after first playfully entwining her finger amid the silky curls of the pubis, now delicately touched the pink coral petals of that innocent young orifice. Lisette uttered a stifled cry and tried to rise, but she could not. Madeleine's hands clutched her breasts and Madeleine's tongue drove into her gasping mouth, forcing her to remain as she was, while Janine continued to tickle her dainty pussy in an expert way. Now that dainty forefinger had found its way to the tiny little button of Lisette's clitoris, the very source of all her emotional ardors, and an electrifying shiver rippled through the voluptuous half-naked young body as Lisette felt herself roused almost to the point of fainting, so intense was the sensation which this tickling procured.
She tried to protest the indignity being done to her, but after Madeleine had finally ended the prolonged tongue-kiss, Paulette and Suzanne each in turn crouched over the whimpering captive and, cupping her face with their hands, merged their avid mouths greedily with hers, delving in their tongues to suck up the sweet nectar of that virginal mouth. Madeleine contented herself with fondling the girl's panting breasts, while Janine accelerated the tickling of Lisette's stiffening clitoris.
And suddenly the virginal teenager was shaken by a violent turmoil as, wakened to the point of orgasm, she felt her young tides welling up against the dam of her control. Her loins arched in the air as if wantonly inviting the questing of Janine's apt forefinger. And thus it was that Lisette Joyaux achieved her first erotic climax, a devastating one towards which the prolonged and severe spanking had prepared her.
She felt her secret love-cream seep down into the twitching well of her pussy, as, half-fainting, she writhed and squirmed and jerked, unable to control the interplay of muscles and of naked flesh.
The four Lesbians tenderly soothed her, as they lifted her to her feet. Madeleine, holding her close against her own body, cupping the girl's chin while her other hand fondled the burning buttocks, murmured, "You may come again, little Lisette, we permit it. But only on one condition, that you give your solemn word of honor never to tell anyone, not even your aunt. Is it understood?"
Strangely moved, unable to explain the emotional disturbance that raged within her, not even able to rebuke these beautiful wantons for what they had done to her, Lisette nodded like one bemused. And seeing how it was with her, Madeleine now proceeded to make her kneel down while, lofting her chemise, she arched her furry dark-brown-fleeced pussy before Lisette's scarlet face and hissed, "To prove that you're going to be a good obedient little girl from now on, my darling Lisette, give me the kiss of peace there! Quickly now, or I will have Suzanne get a good stiff birch rod for your wicked bottom!"
Thus it was that Lisette Joyaux was initiated into the world of Sapphic joys and temptations. To escape further punishment, the poor girl naturally chose the alternative and pressed her mouth feverishly against Madeleine's soft moist pussy. Then she was compelled to remain kneeling while in turn Janine, then Suzanne and finally Paulette came before her, lofting their chemises to proffer her mouth their sweet quims for the "kiss of peace." And finally, to prove to her that there was consolation as well as chastisement in this delicious and secretive conclave, Lisette was made to sit upon a cushion on the wicker bench of the summerhouse, her clothes still neatly folded up over her waist and her panties down to her ankles while each of the four beautiful Lesbians knelt before her and tenderly saluted her own virgin pussy with a long and thrilling kiss. Only then did they draw her panties back into place and lower her outer garments, warning her again not to breathe a syllable of what she had seen and experienced to anyone lest their wrath be terrible. And the trembling golden-haired young girl, swooning with erotic wakening, heard herself stammeringly promise to return to this hidden garden the very next afternoon.
CHAPTER FOUR
Each of the four Lesbians who lived in the house, which Janine Ericourt had rented for this memorable summer, was financially independent and therefore could persue her life as she saw fit. And each, for diverse reasons, had forsaken the attentions of the male. Janine, because her husband had turned upon her when he had discovered her Sapphic attachment to Suzanne; also, because since her seventeenth year she had had inculcated within her a penchant for love from among the members of her own tender sex, having been seduced by the mistress of her private school.
Suzanne Vegouret, tall and Amazonian and with her wheat colored hair coiffed in an imposing pompadour which made her seem even more mature, had been the only offspring to result from the union of a fifty-two year-old chemical plant owner and his twenty-year-old secretary who had died while giving Suzanne birth. Her elderly father had become so incensed with the innocent child for having cost him his sweet bed-companionship with his lovely young bride that he had morosely given her to his cousin and the latter's wife to bring up. His subsequent death three years later had left his entire fortune to Suzanne as a kind of reparation for having thus abandoned her. At the age of sixteen, when the cousin's young son tried to ravish her in the barn, Suzanne discovered the propensities of the male animal for gloating conquests and selfish brutality and renounced his kind forever. She too, was sent to a private school, fell madly in love with her teacher, a handsome prematurely gray-haired woman in her thirties, who cunningly seduced the tall lovely young blonde teenager under pretext of punishing her faulty lessons. This was how Suzanne had learned the voluptuous message of chastisement as a preface to erotic adventures; the teacher had taken her over her lap, exposed her jouncy bare bottom and slapped it gently, stealthily slipping her other hand between Suzanne's long coltish thighs and tickling the girl's pussy while at the same time spanking her. The odd mixture of pleasure and pain evoked within the young girl's psyche an ardent preference for such complicated Sapphic rituals.
As for Madeleine Surmain, the oldest of the quartet, she had been betrothed at the tender age of seventeen to a young lout on whom her parents had settled high hopes because he came from one of the most socially important families in Paris and was a wealthy heir. Madeleine was raped on her wedding night, for which she never forgave her crude young husband. But as he was an inveterate traveler, fate rid her of him to her great joy after two agonizing years of virtual slavery. Robert Surmain had fancied himself as a mountain climber and he had taken his beautiful young bride to Switzerland on a vacation. Foolishly he had tried to scale the Matterhorn, which many a wiser and more competent mountain climber avoided. But he had found a guide willing to take him there for an exorbitant fee. And so it was that Madeleine found herself a widow at nineteen and heiress to her husband's likewise inherited wealth, his father having been a stockbroker who had invested in industrial shares and made a fortune overnight.
Paulette Renaud, the slim tall copper-haired beauty who was the youngest of this quartet, had been the only child born to a prominent Parisian newspaper publisher who had succumbed to the ambitious wiles of his twenty-five-year-old secretary. Regrettably, Paulette's father had been impotent, but her mother had never let him know this, realizing how dearly he wanted a child, for he had promised her a huge cash endowment upon her presenting him with an offspring. And since he was a hard-working and relatively inexperienced man when it came to matters of the bedroom, it was easy for Paulette's mother to take a lover who quickly made her pregnant. When Paulette was fifteen, her father died and her mother quickly married her lover who was actually Paulette's own father. The executors of Paulette's father's estate sent her to one of the finest Austrian private schools where her roommate soon instructed her in the sweet pleasures of tribadism and gamahuching. Thus each of these four beautiful young women had a common bond to unite them-aversion to the male. Janine and Madeleine, therefore, were not virgins, though Paulette and Suzanne decidedly were. Yet so far as wishing a further understanding of a man's passions, Janine and Madeleine regarded such a prospect with abhorrence so in practical effect they had become embattled Lesbian virgins also, having renounced and denied their past experiences with the brutal sex.
And so it was that lovely young innocent Lisette Joyaux, thanks to her inadvertent curiosity and boredom, had wandered into the labyrinth of Lesbos, little suspecting what effect it would have on her future life and happiness. For no sooner had she left and returned to her aunt's house than the four beauties eagerly held a council of war and determined that they must make Lisette one of them through the long happy summer days and nights.
That night, alone in her own room and in her bed, the golden--haired teenager relived those anguishing moments when she had been sighted by the quartet and brought to retribution for having intruded upon their secretive sport. She saw herself once again being couched over Madeleine's lap, her clothes hoisted above her waist and her little panties lowered to expose her bottom. Once again, she could almost feel the progression of that handspanking which had been inflicted upon her, and then recalled with many blushes and gasps the fervent and magnetic kisses which these magnificently beautiful women had given her as well as the sly caresses which had brought her towards the brink of amorous fulfillment.
And before she fell asleep that fateful night, Lisette had tentatively fingered her own pussy, something that she had never done before, in an attempt to rekindle the flame of delicious passion which Janine Eri-court's adept and scienced palpations had evoked. Tossing and turning in the grip of erotic nightmares, she knew that she would return the next day as bidden-and so indeed she did.
This time, the four beauties received her graciously in the spirit of true hostesses, inviting her into the elegant dining salon for tea and cakes, and they chatted amicably with her to learn more about her parents and her aunt. It was apparent to all of them that Lisette Joyaux was one of those blissfully passive and docilely obedient girls in whom there exists the potential of a love-slave. And learning this, they determined to profit by it.
Janine, in whose name the house had been rented, gaily took her on a tour of inspection of the two floors, showing her the lavishly furnished rooms, offering her a box of choice Parisian bonbons. By purposeful intent, the four conspiratresses attempted not the slightest indecorous trifling with Lisette's lovely body, letting her bask in the flattering aura of being a honored and privileged guest. Yet in their conversation with her, each of the women adroitly explained her own background and made Lisette understand why she preferred the company of women rather than that of men. Each of the women, impassioned at the prospect of transfiguring Lisette into a Sapphic love-slave, expounded eloquently on the theme of the perfidy and brutality of man, and praised in glowing terms the tender friendship possible only between females.
When Lisette went home that afternoon, she ecstatically told her aunt that Madame Janine Ericourt, who had taken over the abandoned mansion nearby, had invited her to tea and made friends with her and introduced her to her "cousins," for that is exactly how Janine explained the presence of these other beauties. Hortensia Clomaris was overjoyed that her lonely little niece had made such charming new friends who might well take her out of the doldrums which living in a little province in the countryside necessarily imposed upon her. And so unsuspectingly, the elderly aunt made the aspirations of these four priestesses of Lesbos to be realized in a way that was to dramatically and excitingly alter the life of lovely Lisette Joyaux.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lisette's second visit to this elegant mansion of iniquity had sufficed to allay her fears, and the four Lesbian beauties purposely treated her with the utmost decorum so as to lull any possible suspicions of their real motives in wishing to draw her into their select and intimate circle. And once Lisette's Aunt Hortensia had given her lovely niece unhesitating permission to visit her charming hostesses with the stipulation "that you don't wear out your welcome, darling Lisette," her artful seductresses had virtually carte blanche.
What they counted on most was not only Lisette's natural feminine curiosity and her budding adolescence, but also the latent sensuality which they perceived in her nature and which she had so abundantly displayed during the voluptuous little spanking she had endured at their hands.
But on subsequent visit, these four beautiful and insidiously perverse women began their guileful campaign to draw the golden--haired teenager into their illicit adventures, relying on their own cunning as much as on Lisette's naive outlook as regards the call of the flesh. They began by questioning her concerning her companions and whether she had as yet found any young man to pay court to her. When she blushingly confessed that she had not yet gone out with any boy and still less had any masculine attention paid to her, they exchanged a meaningful look. Janine, who spoke out of her own dramatic experience, hastened to inform the wide-eyed young girl of the brutal nature of man, his inconsiderate attitude towards the tender sex, his untrustworthiness in matters of the heart and his selfish ego which demanded the cynical proof of amorous conquests. And being at the impressionable age when she was beginning to feel the urges of her healthy nature, Lisette listened and was duly impressed.
By her fifth visit, she looked forward to her reception by these beauties who always had tea and petit fours awaiting her visit, and who talked to her as if she were a grown young woman instead of only an adolescent, which was how her aunt treated her. Even the gossipy old housekeeper had no fault to find with Lisette's interest in her neighbors, remarking to her employer that perhaps the girl would acquire social niceties which living in a little country town so invariably prevented. Thus Lisette was left almost entirely to the prey of her four impassioned mature friends. And when, early in August, she made her sixth visit to the nearby mansion, they believed the time was ripe to proceed with her further indoctrination into the tender passion which was kindled only among women for women and whose warmth becomes cold when the male approaches.
They sought a pretext for this tutelage and Lisette unknowingly provided it herself when quite by accident she spilled her tea onto the fine linen tablecloth. "How clumsy of you, Lisette dear!" brunette Janine Ericourt rebuked her, waggling a reproving finger at the blushing golden-haired girl.
"On our very best tablecloth too!" blonde Suzanne remonstrated, shaking her head and putting on a long grave face.
"If you were my daughter, little one, you would be punished this very moment," pert Paulette added, turning to her beloved friend, brown--haired Madeleine: "Isn't that so, Mady m'amour?"
Madeleine nodded confirmation of this hypothetical situation. "But Lisette is almost like our own child," she added, glancing quickly around the table to read agreement in the eyes of her three friends. "And I think for her own good Lisette should be chastised, so that she will be more careful in the future. Now then, little one, don't you admit that you have been very clumsy?"
Blushing furiously, the golden-haired girl looked down at her plate and averted her eyes from the searching gaze of the Lesbians.
"I'm awfully sorry-it was clumsy of me-yes, please forgive me, dear Madeleine," she stammered. She had learned by now to call each of the beauties by her first name at their request, which had already established a kind of piquant intimacy between them all.
"I shall forgive you only after you have expiated your naughtiness, Lisette," was Madeleine's response. "Are you ready to take your punishment quietly so that we may forgive you?"
"Oh y-yes," Lisette gasped, turning redder than ever.
"Then come along with me, and you must obey me in all things," said Madeleine Surmain. With this, rising from the table, she moved beside the blushing girl, took Lisette by the wrist and led her out of the dining salon and on up the stairs to her own bedroom. The other three women waited, certain that their opportunity was at hand and wishing to leave Madeleine alone with Lisette by way of proper preparation.
It was an intensely warm day, and beautiful brown--haired Madeleine had put on only her chemise and dressing gown and sandals. She had loosely tied her robe, and she now slipped it off and appeared before the crimson-faced young girl in the most clinging and sheer chemise in her wardrobe. Lisette's eyes fixed on the thick dark triangle which vaguely showed through the thin material, and on the thrusting globes of Madeleine's breasts; and an inexplicable tremor ran through her voluptuous young body.
Madeleine seated herself on the edge of the bed and beckoned to the trembling teenager: "Come, darling, be brave now, the time has come for retribution. Come lie across my lap so that I may give you a tender little spanking to teach you how to be a good girl when you are in the company of your elders."
Lisette approached, confused and quivering, not knowing why she felt herself hypnotically compelled to obey and to submit herself so humbly to what she considered to be a humiliating chastisement, just as had occurred in the summerhouse some weeks before.
Awkwardly, she draped herself over the brownette's lap and Madeleine promptly furled up her skirt and lace-trimmed petticoat, her eyes drinking in the beauty of those pale white thighs and calves and that bottom which the thin white panties shaped out in all their nubile glory.
"Raise yourself up a little so that I may lower your panties, cherie!" Madeline commanded. With a gasp, burying her face in her hands, Lisette obeyed, and shuddered as she felt Madeleine's soft slim fingers gently draw down the final veil, denuding her magnificent young bottomcheeks in all their upreared, flinching splendor. Madeleine left the panties clinging around the girl's kneehollows and then, tightening her arm around the victim's waist slowly and deliberately ran her palm over the huddling naked hemispheres, augmenting Lisette's emotional distress. Then slowly she began to slap the immaculate pale white globes proffered so humbly. Lisette gasped, bowed her head, clenched her fist, tightened the muscles of the thighs and calves and tried to obliterate herself, shamed as she was to find herself treated like a juvenile. Madeleine prolonged the spanking, pausing lengthily between slaps, her hand caressing the quivering bottom after striking it, and Lisette began again to feel the singular admixture of pain and voluptuous pleasure, neither one nor the other being intolerable.
As she spanked, Madeleine lectured the charming golden-haired victim as if she were a naughty little girl: "Mechante, at your age to spill your teacup in front of everyone-aren't you ashamed?" Smack-"Perhaps that will teach you, just when we were becoming so proud of you for being so grownup-" Smack!
Tears of mortification raised in the girl's beautiful blue eyes and her young bosom began to heave with choking sobs as the spanking continued. By the fortieth slap, her pearly-white bottomglobes were suffused with a bright tint from top to base, and she had begun to squirm her naked hips uneasily over Madeleine's lap.
"You know," Madeleine continued reprovingly as she continued to caress the quivering reddening bottom, "if you are going to be so clumsy anymore, perhaps we would not want you to come see us again."
At this, Lisette turned her beautiful tear-stained face back towards the executioner: "Ohhh, no, Madeleine, don't say that, please. I-I love you all so much, I should cry if we were not to be friends any more! Oh please, if I've done wrong, spank me hard, please say you will forgive me when it's done, say you will, dear Madeleine!"
"We shall see. Prepare yourself then, petite, for a very severe correction," Madeleine said, knitting her brows and tightening her left arm around the supple satiny naked waist. Now, lifting her right hand, she brought it down with a noisy smack, making the voluptuous young bottom jerk and flatten under the stinging heat of her hand and drawing a stifled little cry from the trembling young victim. Slyly now, releasing the girl's waist, she inserted her hand under Lisette's warm palpitating belly, and just as she applied an even harsher slap to the upturned posterior before her, her left forefinger attained Lisette's sensitive inner thigh very near the girl's fleecy virgin quim. Lisette moaned, stricken with voluptuous emotions; another even harsher slap fell and as the girl's hips jerked upward, Madeleine deftly applied her forefinger into the parting lips of that soft pussy, found Lisette's sensitive clitoris and began to frig it.
"Ohh-oh Madmadeleine, what are you d-doing to me-ohh-aahhh-" Lisette gasped, squirming uneasily.
"Lie very still or I shall be angry with you!" Madeleine chided. There now followed three hard stinging slaps, all over the flaming naked seat which made Lisette's bottom weave frantically under the burning sting. But Madeleine's finger followed these convulsive maneuvers until Lisette felt herself nearly swooning with desire. A warm lassitude had taken possession of her. Her limbs quivered and shuddered beyond control, and her breath came quickly as she glanced back at her tormentress. Realizing at what pitch the young girl was, the beautiful brown-haired Lesbian quickened the palpations of her finger while at the same time raining a veritable flurry of spanks over that tossing, squirming, wriggling bottom, till at last Lisette uttered a hoarse cry of passion as she felt her senses swimming, felt her inner tides burst beyond their dam and flood the sweet lobbyway of her virgin pussy.
She lay thus, shuddering uncontrollably, as Madeleine, trembling with her own frantic desires, held her across her lap and caressed the reddened contracting bottomglobes of the lovely golden-haired teenager.
All this while, Madeleine had kept her forefinger lodged in Lisette's pussy so that she could tell the feverish excitement of her lovely, passive pupil. When the spasm had passed, Madeleine leaned towards the trembling, softly sobbing girl and murmured, "Do you think you can be good now, darling?"
"Oh y-yes, Madeleine!" Lisette moaned, covering her face with her hands as her cheeks flamed in shame at the realization at the naughty excitement which had been engendered by the spanking.
"Then you will forgive me for having punished you, little one?" Madeleine tenderly demanded.
"Oh yes, oh yes, dear Madeleine! Please say that you still love me!"
"But I do, cherie! And do you wish me to show you how much?" Madeleine's voice became hoarse with desire.
Lisette nodded, too emotionally overwrought to speak.
"Come then," Madeleine murmured evocatively, "I will show you how to love, little one. I will make a woman of you."
With this, she gently pushed the submissively yielding Lisette off her lap, rose and doffed her own chemise, and was naked in all her enticing loveliness. She clambered onto the bed to lie beside the trembling young girl, then gently she helped Lisette remove dress and petticoat. Next she swiftly drew off the girl's panties and Lisette lay naked, hiding her scarlet face in the crook of her arm, turned on her side away from the the Lesbian seductress.
Madeleine moved her naked body up to Lisette's so that they lay spoon fashion, and with her left hand on one of Lisette's panting breasts, began to stroke the golden hair with her other, kissing the nape of Lisette's soft neck and murmuring husky words of passion.
Dying of a thousand unknown torments, feeling upon her body the first brunt of physical passion, Lisette succumbed. Fainting with delight and with wonder and with shame, her eyes closed, her lips parted, she surrendered herself. The voluptuous body of the naked Lesbian mounted over her in reverse, and Madeleine's head bowed to that golden fleece between the girl's trembling straddled thighs.
"Do to me what I do to you, my dear one," Madeleine instructed as she began very tenderly to kiss and to tongue Lisette's soft virgin cunt.
And thus it was intuitively that Lisette reached up her arms, clinging to the hips of the mature Sapphist. Drawing down Madeleine's brown thatched love-core to her own trembling lips and tongue, the girl began to emulate her tutress in all the delicious games which Bilitis played so many centuries ago with our Lady of Lesbos.
Under Madeleine's ardent and excellent gamahuching, Lisette experienced an even more powerful climax than the first time and when it was done, she was definitively a slave to the priestess of this perverse and almost narcissistic love, as she would also be to the three other friends who inhabited this nearby mansion and who lived only for this hedonistic joy.
CHAPTER SIX
Since each of the four Lesbian devotees who lived in the nearby mansion was quite well off and did not need to earn her own livelihood, they could travel as they wished when winter came. And by the time the first cold, bleak days of autumn fell upon the Normandy countryside, Janine, Suzanne, Madeleine and Paulette bade a tender au revoir to their charming young protegee Lisette, and departed to spend the winter at St. Tropez where the beaches were still golden and the sun warm and where their voluptuous bodies might revel in the almost tropical warmth which lent to their nocturnal orgies an even greater ardor.
Lisette Joyaux had become a woman at fifteen, though she was as yet untutored to the ways of the male. Never having known one carnally, she could judge of her feelings only by the exquisite and lascivious sensations which these four priestesses of Lesbos had taught her, and she longed for them until the next spring came. To distract herself, she occupied herself with her studies in the little rural school about a mile from where she lived with her elderly aunt, but even wily old Madame Perichaud could sense that the young girl was forlorn and unhappy. She hinted daarkly of this to her employer, but the nearly blind spinster only sighed and said, "Yes, it's true, Madame Perichaud, but what would you have me do? My brother-in-law and my dear sister left Lisette this charming little house and this estate, here where she was born, and at least it is far from the wickedness of Paris. It is true that she doesn't have companions to play with, but soon she will be a young woman and doubtless there will be a handsome young man, her Prince Charming, who will come for her and give purpose to her lovely life. Don't spoil her illusions, dear Madame Perichaud."
"But what would truly be best for the child, M'amselle Hortensia, would be with other young people of her own age. Now back in Paris, there are fine schools and excellent teachers," the housekeeper proposed.
But Hortensia Clomaris had no wish whatsoever to leave the beauty of this little provincial town for the noisy, bustling and crowded streets of Paris, and she retorted, "I must look after my sister's child in the way I think best, Madame Perichaud, though I appreciate your concern. I am happy here, and I will end my days here where there is peace and beauty. It is close to nature, and one does not have this in the city. Never mind, Lisette is a good girl and at least I know that here no harm can befall her."
And thus unwittingly the affectionate spinster made it possible for her niece to continue in those clandestine ways which she had learned from her four voluptuous initiatresses for they returned the next April to take up residence in the rented mansion nearby. Once again, Lisette's eyes brightened and she could hardly wait till she had finished her schoolwork to hurry over to the house to have tea and cakes with her dear friends. Indeed, Janine Ericourt had urged her three lovers upon the wisdom of paying a visit to the girl's aunt so that the latter might have no troubling concerns over the identity of her niece's companions. One afternoon in early May, she and Suzanne and Madeleine and Paulette visited Hortensia Clomaris, in their loveliest dresses, behaving with the utmost decorum and politeness towards Lisette's elderly aunt. And Hortensia Clomaris was touched by this act of thoughtfulness and had nothing but loud praise for the young women who professed to be so fond of her adored niece. Even Madame Perichaud, shrewd as she was, had no word of censure for the manners and the bearing and the elegant clothing which these visitors displayed. For wealth impressed her, and it was evident that the occupants of the neighboring mansion were quite comfortably off and had every right to the role of ladies of leisure.
And so this second summer became intensified in the sensual and spiritual hold which these four Sapphic cultists imposed upon golden--haired Lisette. Still adorably shy even now that she had been wakened to the meaning of the ardors which visited her supple young body, Lisette willingly surrendered herself to the desires of the amorous quartet. One June afternoon, when she had gone to partake of the usual high tea, she was permitted to watch Janine chastise coppery--haired Paulette over the pretext that the later had left her room untidy. Wide-eyed with wonder, her beautiful young breasts rising and falling erratically with a giddy emotion Lisette followed the four young women to a windowless guest room on the second floor of the mansion, which had been designated as the chamber of punishment. There Janine, her face stern, stood impassively as lovely Paulette sank down on her knees and, entwining her arms around her dear friend's waist, implored mercy for her sins. The appeal was rejected, and Janine made a sign to Suzanne and Madeleine to prepare the culprit for her chastisement.
They lifted Paulette by the elbows and led her towards the low wide couch at one side of the room. Docilely she allowed them to remove her dress and slip, and her lithe, almost boyishly slim body was delectably and provocatively displayed in brassiere and lace-trimmed panties, her finely gauged flesh-colored nylons held up without a wrinkle on her long sleek legs by a piquant black satin elastic garterbelt.
First Madeleine and Suzanne blindfolded Paulette and then unfastened her brassiere, freeing the two boldly thrusting pears of Paulette's creamy titties, the soft satiny skin of which was flecked with adorable rosy dots, the complexion of a true redhead. Lisette's eyes fixed on those luscious turrets with their narrow, dark coral aurolae and the pert, flint-hard buds, and an ineffable langour took possession of her. Next, they bound Paulette's wrists with a silken sash, and gently forced her down on her belly on the couch. Suzanne took a pillow and ordered Paulette to arch up her hips so that it might be thrust under her loins, thus arching up her provocative oval-cheeked posterior to the kisses of the birch, for this was the instrument of punishment Janine had decided upon.
Then Madeleine brought a pan of water and doused the thin clinging white silk panties till the garment adhered to Paulette's resilient bottom as if it were a second skin. Meanwhile, Suzanne approached, carrying the rod of office, a birch composed of half a dozen long supple switches, one end of which had been bound with a black cloth to serve as handle for the wielder. Janine took the rod, placing herself at the victim's left, and lectured Paulette sternly over her misdeeds. "You shall count each stroke, you naughty girl, and thank me for it, do you understand?" she pronounced judgment.
"Oh yes, my adored Janine," Paulette murmured huskily, squirming on the couch in a very paroxysm of anticipated passion. Madeleine and Suzanne placed themselves at each end of the couch to act as executioner's assistants, while Janine raised the slim swishy rod over those tensing oval globes whose ivory and rosy-tinged flesh might be seen through the soaked fabric of the adhering sheath.
Lisette found her heart pounding wildly as she waited for the rod to fall, herself tasting the sweet anguish of suspense which every fustigatory victim feels when she lies condemned under the menace of punishment. She even coveted Paulette's place there on the sacrificial altar of castigation, for she adored the svelte brunette divorcee perhaps more than the other three women. All her young psyche felt itself drawn towards the need for domination and for servitude and acceptance of that servitude. Between her thighs she could feel the quivering excitement of desire, wakened at once by the sight of this preparation, this prelude to punishment. It was all she could do to keep from flinging herself down beside Paulette and imploring Janine, "Whip me too, I have been naughty!"
The rod fell with a moist Huishhh, the several withes flattening and spreading fantail across both jouncy buttocks, descending in a vertical cut that stung Paulette's flesh atrociously. Her body stiffened, and a choking groan escaped the beautiful coppery--haired Lesbian as she turned her blindfolded face towards her beautiful brunette executioner and gasped out, "One! Thank you, Janine!"
Then, her body quivering violently, the muscles of her sleek thighs and calves surging in exacerbated interplay, she readied herself for a new stroke, not knowing how many she was to receive. Nor did Janine impart to her this knowledge, wishing to keep her victim in constant suspense so as to have even more pretext for adding to the voluptuous correction.
By the time six strokes had been administered, it was seen that here and there the sheer material of the soaked panties was tearing, and glimpses of the delectable ivory flesh appeared, marked by the bright pink stripes of the withes. Paulette, her head bowed, her fingers clasped and twisting till the knuckles were white, ground herself down against the couch, holding her legs tightly clenched so as to prevent the insidious flicking of the tips of the switches into the tenderest part of all. Thus far the punishment had alternated on the tensing, resilient globes of her behind, but now Janine began to flog horizontally, bringing her arm up high and then descending it so that the birch leaped across both cheeks, the tips of the rod sometimes flicking the edge of the hip or the upper thigh, causing Paulette to wriggle and twist convulsively. She continued to call out the count and to thank her beautiful executioner each time, but her voice grew more flurried with sobs until at last at the twelfth blow which cut wickedly across the base of her saucy posterior, she uttered a piercing cry and rolled off the couch, sobbing as if her heart would break.
Suzanne and Madeleine lifted her back to the couch and this time, to insure her immobility, Suzanne grasped Paulette's bound wrists and seated herself on the edge of one end of the couch while Madeleine sat at the other end and took secure hold of Paulette's slim ankles.
Lisette could scarcely breath; her face was flushed, her eyes dilated and humid, and her nipples and pussy ached from the lascivious impulses which seethed in her virginal body. She saw herself there on the couch, stripped and bound, awaiting the lash, and she shuddered as she cupped her own breasts and forced this vision to take graphic reality in her adolescent mind.
"You shall have six extras for that, you wicked girl," Janine scolded Paulette as she laid the birch down across the lower summits of that upturned, vulnerable bottom by way of intimating to the redhead where the next stroke was to fall. "And I shan't tell you how many you are going to get all told, to teach you better humility when it's your turn to be punished. Hold her tightly, my darlings, I want that bottom of hers to smoke before I'm finished with it!"
With this, Janine lifted her arm and the rod swished down across the exact place she had already designated. Paulette jerked violently, her bottom rearing up from the pillow, and it took all the strenth of Madeleine and Suzanne to keep her from flinging herself off the couch again. Nonetheless, she managed to count out the stroke and to thank Janine in a voice that was choking with sobs and groans.
Lisette could not tear her eyes away from that thrilling spectacle, its perverse intimations churning within her brain and flesh; she saw herself immolated upon that same sacrificial altar, offered up to punishment, feeling the stinging heat of the switches which made her, like Paulette, twist and squirm and display shamelessly all her most intimate charms under the invocation of the rod.
The wet smacks of the switches against Paulette's virtually unprotected bottom made a singular and lascivious symphony, as did the redhead's sobbing cries and pleas for mercy. Writhing and twisting, turning her blindfolded face back over one dimpled ivory shoulder to entreat pardon, the victim endured a prolonged but not unduly severe birching. For Janine, as adept with the rod as her three comrades in Sapphic joys, knew precisely how to exact the maximum voluptuous suffering without marring the superb flesh or overtaxing the endurance of her petite amie. Nonetheless, Paulette received some twenty-six cuts of the birch before Janine declared herself satisfied, and then made a sign to Madeleine and Suzanne to untie the culprit's wrists and remove the blindfold.
No sooner had this been done than the coppery--haired beauty flung herself down on her knees and, winding her supple arms around Janine's legs, pressed her face passionately against the brunette's loins, kissing avidly through the thin chemise which alone covered Janine's loveliness.
Suzanne and Madeleine were in each other's arms, kissing and exchanging long, trilling tongue-titillations. Lisette, neglected and isolated in this quartet of amorous narcissism, uttered a sobbing cry: "Oh please, whip me too! I've been naughty, I've played with myself just dreaming of you! Love me, whip me and love me, I need it so!"
In that cry, the beautiful golden-haired adolescent expressed the very crux of her her emotional nature, a longing to be dominated and mastered, to become the slave of someone who would be kind to her and would fulfill her in her nascent young womanhood.
It was lovely brown-haired Madeleine Surmain who took pity on the weeping girl, and, whispering to Suzanne to be patient, moved over to the couch and beckoned to Lisette to come place herself across her lap.
But this time it was not only a banal spanking which Lisette received. It began as such, with her skirt and petticoat hoisted well above her waist and tucked neatly into place so that her buttocks could not be protected; it progressed when Madeleine with a little gurgling laugh drew down the thin white panties to the girl's knees, and then began to caress the delecta-bly rounded pale, white-skinned posterior.
But then, Suzanne intervened to differentiate the punishment; grasping the two golden braids of Lisette's hair in her left hand, and having already disrobed down to her chemise and sandals, she unbuttoned the legs of the chemise and drew them apart with the fingers of her right hand to expose the dark blonde tufts of her silky pussyhair. And as Madeleine began to spank the ripely curved, firm, satiny white buttocks of the eager penitent, Suzanne imperiously dragged on Lisette's braids and compelled the girl to pay ardent lingual and labial homage to her seething cunt until with a cry of ecstasy she gave down the subtle love-liqueur of her voluptuous essence.
Thus a second summer was spent in amorous and licentious games, further enslaving beautiful Lisette Joyaux in the toils of her yearned-for Lesbian bondage ... a bondage which was not to be broken until three years later and then, incredibly and unexpectedly, by a virile and jealous and demanding young man!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Once again winter had come and gone and now Lisette Joyaux, in the full flower of her seventeen years, eagerly awaited the summons to that neighboring house where her four adored friends dwelt. As was their custom, they had gone to the French Riviera between November and the end of April, and so it was with mounting impatience that the golden-haired teenager went daily to the little rural school where she was now the oldest pupil and came home to finish her lessons and to fall into a sweet, languorous reverie in which she dreamed again and again of the exquisite and forbidden joys which she had learned from Janine, Suzanne, Madeleine and Paulette.
But this time, she was doomed to disappointment, for one day early in May the old postman delivered a letter with a Parisian address addressed to Mademoiselle Lisette Joyaux. Her aunt, who was now fully blind and becoming infirm, detected the anxiety in Lisette's voice when old Madame Perichaud had brought her niece the letter and announced it "There's a letter for your niece, Mademoiselle Hortensia. Wonder who it's from?"
Lisette tore open the envelope and unfolded the single sheet. She stared at it incredulously and then burst into tears.
"What is it, my darling?" her aunt anxiously demanded.
"It's from my friends next door," Lisette sobbed. "They won't be back this summer. Maybe not at all, ever!"
"What a dreadful shame for you, my poor darling," her aunt consoled her. "But what has happened?"
Lisette bit her lip and lowered her eyes, for once again the memory of those vivid afternoons in the luxuriously furnished mansion returned to haunt her. In her mind there sprang anew the lovely faces of her four initiatresses and the scenes of their playful disciplinary games with her, games which had turned into passionate fulfillment for the beautiful golden-haired young girl and were to this moment her only knowledge of carnal passion. At the thought that she might never see them again, she had suddenly felt lost and desolate.
The letter was brief and written by Janine Ericourt. Her husband, who had given her a divorce and a huge cash settlement with the stipulation that she was never to return to Paris again, had suddenly died of a heart attack and thus there was no reason to prolong her exile from her beloved Paris. She had accordingly decided to take a house in the suburbs near the Porte Neuilly, where she and her dear friends would live from now on. She enjoined Lisette to visit them all if ever the young girl should come to Paris, as they would always remember her with the tenderest affection. And the note was signed, "Your Janine, who speaks for Suzanne, Madeleine and Paulette as well."
But Lisette knew that visiting Paris would be impossible. She loved her old aunt and was loyal to her, and she realized that the latter had no reason for visiting Paris and that she must not plague her into taking her there. So she remained inconsolable for several weeks, and spent her time in long walks through the countryside, ever dreaming of those magical moments when she had been the willing love-slave of those four glamorous and tender beauties.
Nevertheless, Hortensia Clomaris had begun seriously to think of sending her maturing niece away to a finishing school. In the little Normandy province, there was no further institution of learning beyond the rural elementary and high school which Lisette had attended since her childhood. The elderly aunt recognized also the fact that her niece would come into a modest fortune when she attained her majority, and her doctor had, moreover, warned her that her own weak heart and anemia did not give her overly long to live. Of this she had told Lisette nothing, not wishing to alarm her niece, but she had already made preparations for that inevitable circumstance. Only two weeks before Janine's letter arrived to shatter the dream world of lovely Lisette, Hortensia Clomaris had called the gossipy old housekeeper into her bedroom and had a serious conversation with her on the subject of what must be done if someday she should soon succumb to her increasing ailments. Madame Perichaud had burst into tears and protested that her employer must certainly be wrong and that she had a long life ahead of her, but the blind elderly woman smilingly shook her head and retorted, "You mustn't try to give me too much courage, dear Madame Perichaud. I'm resigned to it. I have had a good life and le bon Dieu has been more than generous in giving me this child of my own, this sweet niece, Lisette. Now you and I must think of her future, for she has been sheltered all her life in the country, and she is unworldly and knows nothing of men and women." Little did Hortensia Clomaris suspect how much golden-haired Lisette already knew of the secret intimacies between members of the tender sex!
And so in September, with Lisette's obedient acceptance of her aunt's wishes, the golden-haired niece was enrolled in a girl's finishing school at Montregard, about a hundred miles to the south of her birthplace. Meanwhile, Hortensia Clomaris after another consultation with her doctor, wrote a lengthy letter to one Edgar Duverneuil, a prosperous attorney with offices in Paris and an apartment on the Rue Foch and a summer home in Nice. Thirty years before, Hortensia Clomaris had fallen desperately in love with the then struggling young law student, whose parents had obliged him to make a more propitious match with a young woman who could bring him a greater dowry than could Lisette's aunt.
The spinster had been true to that first love and had forsaken the attentions of all other men thereafter, content to remain in her spinsterhood with the tender memories of an affection which had grown dearer to her through the long lonely years. She had idealized that platonic relationship and endowed Edgar Duverneuil with all the virtues of a Galahad. But now, realizing that her end was near, and having followed for some years the reports of his flourishing legal career in Paris newspapers which were regularly sent to her in the country, Hortensia Clomaris believed that the best legacy she could bequeath her niece was to put the latter's affairs into the hands of so learned and skillful an attorney.
And so she wrote him a lengthy letter, touching briefly on what he had meant to her in her youth and pleading with him for the sake of old times and happy memories to become the guardian and the legal executor of her niece's estate. She had lived frugally and had saved all the money that Lizette's parents had left at the time of their tragic death.
Within a week Edgar Duverneuil had written her a long and ardent answer, recalling as she did those Bohemian days when he had been a law student and ambitious for a career at the bar, regretting that parental intervention had prevented his marrying the woman of his choice and sorrowing with Hortensia Clomaris that the two of them could not have had an unhampered life together. In the same breath, however, he wrote that his wife had been dutiful and helpful in advancing his career and had given him a son of whom he was justly proud, Jacques, now twenty-five and about to enter his father's own office as a qualified attorney, having just passed his bar examinations.
Hortensia Clomaris breathed a sigh of relief at this welcome news, and for her too there were memories to be revived, memories quite different from Lisette's. Although Edgar Duverneuil had been most circumspect and had not taken possession of her eager body, she had felt for him as much passion as she had ever known for any man. And so when death came for her one cold February night without warning, she passed to her reward with the certainty that Lisette's future would be in good hands. Little could she have guessed the ironic way that fate was to take a hand in shaping her niece's life and converting Lisette from the seclusion and introversion which the girl's four adept Sapphic tutresses had effected over her psyche. For it was destined that the son of Hortensia Clomaris's only lover was himself to fall in love with Lisette Joyaux and to make her his own love-slave as assuredly as she had been that of Janine, Suzanne, Madeleine and Paulette!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lisette Joyaux returned from the finishing school to attend her aunt's funeral, and old Madame Perichaud was there to comfort the bereaved golden-haired girl, whose beauty had intensifed as she neared the eighteenth year of her life. Besides the old cure of the village who read the service for Hortensia Clomaris, the funeral was attended by several elderly women of the village who had known Lisette's aunt and mourned her as a good and righteous member of the community.
But in addition, Edgar Duverneuil and his handsome young son Jacques were in attendance, for the mature attorney wished to pay his respects to the woman who had been his first true love. Thus it was that this sorrowful episode in Lisette's life this singularly marked by Providence itself to introduce her to the man who was to woo and win her and then, discovering her innate yearning for Sapphic domination, to expunge from her psyche that pernicious taint in making her the worshipful accolyte before the shrine of the virile, imaginative and domineering male!
Solicitiously, Edgar Duverneuil introduced himself to Lisette as her executor and guardian under her aunt's last will and testament, and offered her his protection. He believed that she would do well to consider returning to Paris with him and allowing him to sublet the little house in Normandy if she still wished to return to it in the summer for her vacations after school. There would be, he pointed out, an opportunity for her to entroll in the Sorbonne and thus broaden her education which needs must be limited by the educational facilities available to her even in the finishing school which she was now attending.
Lisette, who was crushed by her aunt's death and more aware than ever of her loneliness, was too distracted with her grief to decide what was best to do, but kindly old Madame Perichaud urged her to follow the attorney's advice. "Besides, ma petite," she declared, "the time has come for me to retire to the little farm which my cousin owns near Beaujurieux and I could not go with you to Paris. You are eighteen now and almost at your majority, Lisette, and you must find new friends who will help you expand your horizon beyond the comfortable little ways of the countryside."
Tearfully, Lisette flung herself into the arms of the kindly od housekeeper, and thus it was that she decided, forlorn as she now was, to accept the suggestion of Edgar Duverneuil.
And so the little house where she had been born and lived all these blissfully happy years was boarded up, a caretaker engaged to look after it so that vandals might not deface it, and Lisette accompanied the attorney and his handsome son on the next train back to Paris.
But in a few months after the death of Hortensia Clomaris, Edgar Duverneuil had appeared before the probate court and had been legally declared guardian to the estate of Lisette Joyaux. There was a comfortable fortune there, he told the golden-haired girl, enough to provide her with a handsome dowry or, if she did not wish to wed so young, to keep her free from want for many years if she invested her money wisely. He saw to it that her scholastic credits were transferred from the finishing school so that she could enter the Sorbonne as a freshman, and he found for her a charming little apartment two blocks from his own city domicile and engaged a friendly middle-aged widow Madame Odette Sancercy, to look after his ward and to fulfill the functions of cook and housekeeper.
Lisette Joyaux found that her studies at the famous Sorbonne required all her attention and diligence, and this new direction to her life helped her forget her grief over her aunt's death. Now, in the full bloom of her eighteen years, she was gloriously lovely and desirable, and many a male student at the Sorbonne gazed at her with the eyes of desire. But for such things Lisette had no inclination; she was still pure and virginal to man and feared him for what her four beloved initiatresses had taught her.
Madame Sancercy took Lisette to her maternal bosom and counseled her on her appearance and coif-feure. The two golden braids were replaced by an elegant pageboy styling which left the long shimmering golden curls falling in a glorious sheath to Lisette's shoulderblades. Smart new frocks and elegant lingerie, diaphanous hose and dainty pumps replaced the simple country-styled dresses and underthings and footgear which Lisette had been wont to wear. Yet the purity of her features, the soulful expressions of her large blue eyes, the sweet wistfulness of her tremulous young mouth, proclaimed her utmost innocence, and conversely made her all the more desirable to the opposite sex. She tactfully and blushingly refused all offers of dates which were plied upon her by the many young men who had taken a fancy to this lovely new pupil who had come to the Sorbonne for learning.
And by June of that year, when the spring semester ended, Jacques Duverneuil knew that he was madly in love with his father's beautiful and virginal young ward. He had met her only several times, to wish her a cordial "Good day, Mademoiselle Joyaux," but at twenty-six, he was ready for marriage and for passion. Slim and wiry, black-haired, with pleasant, regular features and probing frank gray-blue eyes, he knew himself to be attractive to women and he had had one or two discreet affairs with midinettes, since during his study for the bar he could afford no serious entanglement with a wealthy courtesan. His father adored him and looked to him to become a stalwart pillar in the law firm, and his mother, who was ailing now, constantly petitioned him to think of finding some sweet girl whom he could make his wife.
But precisely because she was so ingenuous and so beautiful and desirable Jacques Duverneuil had already made up his mind to ask Lisette Joyaux for her hand in marriage.
And once again fate was to intervene to push Lisette gently into Jacques's ardent arms....
Lisette had already acclimated herself to the joyous energy of Paris, to its colorful neighborhoods and shop-filled streets, its parks and museums. She had visited the Louvre and marvelled at the wonderful art treasures housed in that grandiose edifice. On this particular July morning, she had decided to visit the Louvre again to study a special showing of paintings by the great Dutch master Vincent van Gogh. Only last week, she had seen several of his paintings of the countryside, and felt a nostalgic joy in discovering how perceptive this artistic genius was in depicting the riotous colors and the mood of the countryside. It seemed that she had taken it for granted but now that she was living in Paris, these paintings had at once restored the happy memories of her childhood and girlhood.
She spent an hour studying the collection, and then, her mind awhirl with van Gogh's fancies and evident love for these bucolic scenes, went thoughtfully down the great stone stairs leading from the lofty entrance to the street. As she reached the curb and waited for the lights to change to permit her to cross, she perceived to her right a limousine stopping, and then suddenly a door opening from which emerged an elegant, svelte brunette wearing a fur-trimmed cape and a chic multicolored print dress. The brunette turned to have words with the livered chauffeur at the wheel of the limousine, and then straightened and for a moment their eyes met. Lisette gasped, her eyes widening for the brunette seemed to be none other than Janine Ericourt. For a moment the handsomely dressed young woman stared at her, and then calmly walked toward the stairs of the Louvre without a word of recognition.
Lisette believed that perhaps she had been mistaken. She began to cross the street, not noticing that the light was already beginning to change. And then suddenly there was a shock and someone rudely grasped her elbow and dragged her to one side just as a taxicab sped by, its horn blaring angrily.
Flustered, her legs trembling beneath her at the narrow escape she had just had, Lisette found herself in the middle of the street standing beside the irate gendarme who was directing traffic from his little stone pillar and who too was glaring at her, but beside her stood handsome young Jacques Duverneuil, hise face flushed and deeply concerned.
"Be careful, M'amselle Joyaux," he said hoarsely, "You mustn't think you're back in the country now, not crossing streets like these. Truly you need someone to look after you."
The gendarme, a gray-haired, portly kindly man, who looked himself to be a father of an abundant family, beamed and nodded his approval of this wise counsel. Lisette's face crimsoned with embarrassment, and she stammered, "I-I must have been thinking about the pictures I just saw in the Louvre, M'sieu Duverneuil. Please excuse me. And I thank you for rescuing me.
"Perhaps we must have a bite of lunch and a little cordial at one of the sidewalk cafes, M'amselle Joyaux," Jacques volunteered. Lisette bit her lips and her blush deepened. This was the first time she had ever had a proposal from a young man, and she was nonplussed. However, upon reflection, she agreed to herself that he deserved some trifling reward for having saved her life and that, after all, lunching with a young man in a public place was hardly a compromising act. So she assented with a pretty nod of her lovely head, and a few moments later she and Jacques were installed at a table at Le Plafond Bleu on the other side of the street and within a stone's throw of the Louvre.
Jacques, it appeared, had been on his way back from court after obtaining a continuation of a case which his father was permitting him to try. His spirits were effervescent, for it was a sign that his father approved of his knowledge of the law and was willing to entrust him with important matters. And so, in this gay mood, the serious thought of forming an alliance with this divinely beautiful young girl whom he had already noticed and coveted struck him as being the most desirable of all in life. Accordingly, he made himself as charming and gracious as he knew how, and Lisette was flattered to find herself the center of such solicitious attention.
When she returned to her little apartment a few hours later, her cheeks were still rosy with blushes, and these were the blushes of a young girl's awakening happiness to the realization that a handsome and magnetic young man had singled her out for his special interest. And that night, she found she could not sleep, for now two images had now imposed themselves upon her vivid mind ... the smiling, gravely handsome face of Jacques Duverneuil and the elegant sophisticated visage of the woman she believed to be Janine Ericourt. And when she recalled this later image, her body quivered with a voluptuous stirring of emotions that had been dormant since her sixteenth summer, and she slipped a forefinger down between her lissome milky-white tighs and began delicately to touch her pussy until the keenly sensual emotion of desire was born anew in her virgin quim. Trembling, her nipples stiffening, her eyes closed as she strove to summon back the ghosts of those four beautiful temptresses who had first offered her the fateful apple of carnal desire, Lisette tickled herself until she felt her body quake in responding spasm; and then at last she could sleep, fulfilled out of a yearning of long pent-up desires.
CHAPTER NINE
The day of the first really intimate meeting between Lisette and Jacques was also one fraught with significance for the cuture of the golden-haired niece of Hortensia Clomaris. For the modestly dressed brunette she had believed to be Janine Ericourt descending from that limousine was actually none other than her Lesbian tutress.
Janine, for her part, had not been quite certain that the comely young girl standing at the curb was the same delicious adolescent whom she and her three friends had seduced in their rented mansion in the country. To begin with, Lisette's hair was no longer braided as before, and the housekeeper whom Jacques's father had selected for Lisette had edified the charming blonde as to attire what was both stylish and practical for city wear.
In the two years which had intervened since the amorous quartet had initiated Lisette into the tender mysteries of woman love, these four closely linked beauties had become more inseparable than ever. And the two years had made them more beautiful than ever, for with their accumulated wealth and living together in the house in the suburbs near the Porte Nueilly, they could live entirely for pleasure, visit the most elegant beauty salons and flee Paris in the winter for the warm sun of the mediterranean or the French Riviera. Janine was now twenty-six, while blonde Suzanne was twenty-seven; Madeleine Surmain was twenty-eight, the oldest of the four, yet in no way did her beauty suggest it, while charming red--haired Paulette Renaud at twenty-five had taken a part-time post as a model for a chic and most exclusive fashion salon.
And all four of them were, as before, dedicated utterly to the notion that no man should ever enjoy their beauty; even the liveried chauffeur whom Lisette had seen at the wheel at the dark blue limousine parked at the curb of the Louvre was of the same gentle sex as the four passionate lovers. Her name was Lucette Des-champs. She was twenty-five years old, with slim, boyishly supple body and her auburn hair was closely cropped so that in the uniform she wore she would have the semblance of a man. She too took part in the lascivious orgies which were held with regularity in the remodeled basement of this fashionable house in the suburbs, to which Janine had brought not only whipping benches and old fashioned pillaries and stocks and St. Andrew's crosses, but also a veritable regalia of all types of fustigatory instruments. The music of the rod, the clack of the martinet and the tawse and the leather strap, the sharp dry smack of the English rattan as well as the gentle sonority of palm meeting naked feminine bottom formed a symphony of lascivious harmonies, always prelude to the furious Lesbian cohesion of these four friends and their latest acquisition, the aggressive, imaginative Lucette.
But they had not forgotten their sweet nymph in the country and they often talked of her. Indeed, Janine had written to the agent who had rented her the two-story mansion near the house of Lisette's aunt and learned that the blind spinster had died and her niece had gone to Paris to continue her education under the guidance of her aunt's attorney, who was Lisette's legal guardian. And this news had made Janine eager for a reunion with the delicious, ingenuous girl who had so unwittingly come upon their sport in the summerhouse and who had, thanks to that happy accident, given them so many unforgettable hours of lubricious delight.
Perhaps the arrival on the scene of Lucette Des-champs had distracted these four impassioned Sapphists from searching for their adorable novice from the country here in the teeming city of Paris. Actually Madeleine Surmain had entered the slim auburn--haired young woman as a waitress in a little cafe about a mile from the house in which she resided with her three friends. Lucette had seemed sympathetic, and one afternoon Madeleine and she had chatted, and the brownette had discovered that Lucette had left her home in Compiegne because her brutal stepfather had tried to ravish her one night when her mother lay ill in the hosptal. Lucette had struck him with a wooden billet and left him for dead, then taken what money she could find out of his wallet and boarded the first bus for Paris where she had tried to lose herself. She had cut her hair short to avoid detection by the gendarmes and she lived in constant dread of the day when the hand of the law would fall upon her slim shoulder and lead her away to the guillotine.
Madeleine had thereupon proposed that Lucette come to live with them in the big house, intimating that perhaps the four of them might find gainful employment for the defiant young beauty who had every reason to hate men as they did. Janine, through the office of her great wealth, was able to engage a private detective to discover that Lucette's stepfather had not died as the young woman had feared, but had taken out his spleen on Lucette's mother and beaten her so badly that she was hospitalized and he himself sentenced to a year's imprisonment.
On her gratitude, Lucette wept her joy when she learned that Janine proposed to engage her as chauffeur for the four of them. She was still more delighted when, treating her like a little girl, Janine shook her finger at her and said that she must be punished for having acted so violently against a member of her own family. Laughingly, the young auburn-haired woman had agreed to accept chastisement for this "crime," and she had been led down to the basement, placed upon a whipping bench and tied to it, her skirts and petticoats lofted and her dainty cambric panties lowered to her ankles, disclosing a compact tawny-sheened bottom that drew the admiration of all four Lesbians. Janine it was who applied the birch, lightly and voluptuously making the lovely slim body squirm and twist and wriggle in the mot impudent way upon the whipping bench. And then it was, under the persuasion of the rod and a good hand spanking from all four of the young women, that Lucette ecstatically revealed that she had never been drawn towards the male but always preferred the company of her own sex. She proved this passionately by gamahuching all four of them in turn, and from that moment forth the quartette had become a quintet.
But on the evening following Janine's encounter with the young beauty who so greatly resembled their bucolic golden-haired nymph of Normandy, Janine called a counsel of war in the basement of this elegant mansion.
"I'd swear I saw Lisette today," she averred as she stretched out on a chaise lounge, clad in only a green negligee. Suzanne, who wore only her slip and sandals, lay beside her, one hand on Janine's swelling breast, the other stroking the brunette's satiny thigh, as the two women exchanged stinging little kisses and amorous glances which portended their ultimate union on the bed of love.
"Do you really think so, Janine?" Paulette eagerly inquired. "How adorable she was! I for one miss her greatly. Wouldn't it be fun to bring her here and to teach her all the new lovely games we can play!"
"To be sure it would," Janine retorted. "And I think the minx recognized me but didn't want to admit it. We must do some investigating, my darlings, for if she is alone in Paris with only an old fool of a lawyer to look after her, and has as yet no friend of the sex we so detest, it will be child's play to win her back and to make her one of us again. What a lovely bottom she had, don't you all remember?"
"Oh yes," Madeleine Surmain sighed reminiscently, as she stretched out on the couch opposite clad in only brassiere and panties and smoke-colored nylon hose with elegant purple rosette garters, while the charming boyish-looking Lucette, who had discarded her chauffeur's uniform, clambered beside her, wearing only a thin beige satin slip and turning towards her with an access of sensual anticipation. "And think of it, she was only sixteen then! What must she be like now at eighteen, in her very prime! Oh, how well I do remember those plump round globes which quivered and flinched when the switches of the rod brushed their white flesh! And how ardent she was when she had been properly punished, in saluting us all as we most dearly love! Truly, Janine, we must do everything possible to find Lisette and make her forget the two wasted years away from us. Ah, now Lucette, my girl, don't look jealous or peevish, or we shall tie you to a St. Andrew's cross and give you the martinet between your saucy long legs! If you knew Lisette as we have, you would welcome her back as eagerly as we shall when the moment comes!"
And thus, quite unbeknownst to the ingenuous golden-haired niece of Hortensia Clomaris, not the three Fates but rather five were conspiring to prevent the natural flowering of her growing affection for vigorous and handsome Jacques Duverneuil.
CHAPTER TEN
But while Janine Ericourt and her four Sapphic allies made their devious plans to ensnare lovely Lisette, Jacques Duverneuil pursued his own ardent campaign to woo and win the golden-haired virgin for his very own. A sentimental passage had inspired him to redouble his ardent suit; his father had suddenly been taken ill of a mild infection, and, fearing that it might have fatal consequences, mournfully summoned his son to what he believed to be his deathbed. "You have pleased me all these years, Jacques," Edgar Duverneuil said self-pityingly, "and I see you now on the threshhold of a great legal career that will one day surpass my own. There remains but one goal which I myself posed for you long ago, when you were playing with your toys. And that is to marry a good fine girl and to give me a grandson as quickly as you can. Of course, it is probably too late now to hope for that great joy which would crown my old age, but I urge you, if I should be taken from you, to make an old man happy and your mother as well by settling down with someone who loves you dearly."
"Come now, Papa," Jacques had chuckled, "it's not that serious and you know it. Why, Dr. Dunady tells me that you'll be up and about within a week, you old scoundrel, you. So you wish to terrify me into a hasty marriage, do you? Well, Papa, I have already anticipated this goal of yours, because I am in love-yes, I know I am!-with none other than your lovely ward, Lisette."
Hearing this joyous news, Edgar Duverneuil embraced his son and quickly recovered from his indisposition. Nonetheless, the handsome young black-haired attorney found that the sound of his declaration to his father, that he was in love with Lisette Joyaux, had a most pleasing and satisfying ring to it; so there was only one thing to do: to accomplish the thing once and for all.
And so the next few weeks Lisette found herself besieged most flatteringly by the attentive young attorney, who, an excellent conversationalist, managed under pretext of showing her the beauties of Paris and of Fontainebleau, to escort her many an afternoon and evening to the finest theaters and restaurants, and even to the Opera-Comique to see a performance of Gounod's "Faust." And when, in the final scene, Marguerite was redeemed and saved from perdition, Lisette dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief, and she did not find it too embarrassing to discover that Jacques was squeezing her other hand and sighing softly as if he too shared her emotional joy at the angelic reprieve of Faust's erring beloved.
When he escorted her home in a taxi and saw her to the door, Jacques kissed her hand, and Lisette blushed adorably, seized with a sudden fit of trembling. Her healthy young nature had begun to claim its due; and since two years had passed after the time of her last lubricious adventure with the four Lesbians, it was not at all beyond credulity that the vigorous, attentive and handsome escort who saw so much of her these days should impinge his image on her girlish daydreams.
That very night, as she was preparing for bed, she breathlessly confided to her housekeeper that she found "M'sieu Jacques Duverneuil very nice, very agreeable." And this ingenuous declaration was, though she did not know it at the time, her first true declaration of love.
Madame Sancercy smiled to herself, for she had had a telephone call the other day from Jacques' father indicating his great delight over the news that his son was seriously considering Lisette as a candidate for wifehood and urging the housekeeper-but of course without violating the ethics of a chaperone-to do everything possible to further this happy alliance. It was high time, Madame Sancercy reflected to herself, because Lisette was certainly very beautiful and desirable and, given her naive outlook which was that of a country girl she might very easily be led down the primrose path if some trustworthy man did not first apprehend her and make her his legal consort.
By the end of August, Jacques and Lisette had become well nigh inseparable and the young golden-haired girl was caught up in the warm, exciting aura of feeling herself wanted and needed. Jacques was the perfect companion, and, to give him full credit, had behaved with the utmost gallantry. Thus, not yet being made conscious of the physical side between the male and the female, Lisette found herself being courted in the grand manner, with flowers, even with an occasional poem penned rhapsodically to her inspiration, her opinion eagerly sought on this play or that musical work or the cuisine of this or that restaurant. Of a sudden she found herself important to another person, and it was a new delicious experience, ... but it did not yet have the dependency of servitude, which had characterized her first and only carnal union until now. For Jacques risked no more than kissing her hand or putting an arm about her waist or shoulders and confessing his great love for her, while urging her to say yes to his proposal of honorable marriage.
It was Paulette Renaud who saw the young couple strolling along the Bois de Boulogne on her way to the salon where she was to pose as model for a gala fashion show whose proceeds would go to a worthy charity. The piquant coppery-haired Lesbian watched from the other side of the street as, quite unconscious of her scrutiny, Jacques and Lisette walked along slowly, holding hands and staring at each other in that first breathless thrill of awareness that love is dawning. The next step would assuredly be the physical one, for Jacques had summoned up all his powers of self-control against his virile impulses to take Lisette in his arms and carry her off to the nearest bed and there make a woman of her at long last.
After the fashion show, Paulette took a taxi back to the house near the Porte Neuilly to report what she had seen.
Janine Ericourt accused her of making it all up: "You know perfectly well that our little darling so loved our little games that she could never give herself to a coarse ruffian!" the brunette avowed. "You are only saying this to torture us, and for this you shall be punished! Madeleine, Suzanne, take her downstairs and put her to the pillory. She shall be soundly spanked by our chauffeur!"
This was a new game which the beautiful Sapphists had devised. On such occasions when it was a matter of a serious misdemeanor, the culprit was sentenced to be "punished by the chauffeur." Accordingly, Lucette Deschamps would don her chauffeur's costume in which she looked so amazingly like a slim youth, and the spicy and forbidden thrill of having a "man" intrude on such an intimate scene excited not only the witnesses but also the victim herself. Paulette had already begun to shiver and to close her eyes in expectation of the delicious erotic joys to be derived from this punishment. Only for the sake of form did she protest when Madeleine and Suzanne seized her wrists, and she struggled a little as they led her down to the luxuriously furnished and bizarrely equipped basement which had become their playground of passion all this while.
They forced her neck and wrists into the yokeholes of the pillory, and then blindfolded her. Next, blonde Suzanne lifted up Paulette's chic skirt and satin petticoat and pinned them high on her slim, deeply hollowed back. Then the garterbelt was unfastened and removed, the beige hose carefully rolled down to the victim's ankles, and finally her panties were rolled down just below her buttocks. There was an old grandfather's clock placed in this wide chamber of punishment and Paulette could hear the ominous ticking. They let her wait there thus for fully a quarter of an hour until finally the "male executioner" entered upon the scene.
Lucette with visored cap and boots, her hands gloved and in her right hand a three-thonged martinet, now strode into the chamber.
"Ah, here you are at last, my dear Lucien!" Janine cried, for "Lucien" was the masculine name put upon Lucette when she played this disciplinary role. "We have a little liar here for you to punish. I wish to see her bottom dance and turn as red as a cooked lobster! Do not hurry the strokes, so that she can taste each one and meditate on why she is being punished!"
Paulette, who was slightly stooped over because the height of the pillory and the grip upon her neck and wrists had the effect of leaning her over a little, shivered again with delicious anticipation. There was an interminable pause while Lucette went to the wall to choose from the vast panoply of flagellatory instruments the little martinet with the red handle and the three long tapering thongs with tiny knots at the very tips. Taking her place behind the victim, Lucette contemplates the ivory-and-rosy-flecked buttocks as they tightened and crispened in that exquisite suspense which precedes the moment of execution. Slowly then she began to flog the half-naked beauty, spacing out the strokes well so that Paulette could not know when the next lash would fall, and aiming many of the cuts across the tops of Paulette's lovely thighs ... or between them.
By the fifteenth lash, Paulette had begun to caper from foot to foot, her striped bare bottomcheeks jiggling and contracting violently as she sobbed, "But I'm telling you the truth! Oh have pity, it hurts me so! I did see Lisette, and it was she, and she was walking with a tall dark handsome young man and they were holding hands together, I tell you I saw it!"
Janine, on the chaise longue, was naked now except her hose and rosettes and pumps, and she summoned her favorite petite amie Suzanne to her side. The beautiful mature blonde Lesbian was as naked as she now only in hose and pumps, and the two women, turning to each other on the wide chaise longue, began to fondle each other breasts and pussies, while exchanging tantalizing tongue-kisses, as, from time to time, they glanced back at the pillory to watch Paulette's wriggling. Her sobbing cries inflamed them, till at last Janine sank her teeth into Suzanne's shoulder, and the two women merged and began to grind together in that feverish friction of tribadism which pretends to supplant the act of intercourse between heterosexual partners.
Madeleine, naked too now, in her hose and pumps, a finger stealthily slipped into her quim, was tickling her clitoris as she watched the exciting scene, and encouraged Lucette: "Make the thongs leap up between Paulette's legs, and we shall have the truth!"
The auburn-haired executioner nodded, lowered the martinet to the floor and then with a deft flick of her gloved wrist, sent the tiny knotted tips leaping up into the very apex of Paulette's loins. The pillory creaked as the half-naked redhead frenziedly jerked her neck and wrists against the vice-like hold of the apparatus, and cried out hysterically, "Oh it hurts me there, oh have mercy, but I swear I tell you the truth!"
Two more cuts in the same hypersensitive place produced only hysterically fervent avowals that the victim had not fabricated the story of what she had seen, and Janine, shuddering as she neared her orgasm, called out hoarsely, "Madeleine, appease her!"
Nothing loath, the brown-haired Lesbian hastened to the pillory, opened the top piece and freed the weeping Paulette, then tenderly took her into her arms and led her over to a nearby soft wide couch. She forced Paulette down on her back, the redhead groaning as even the velvet-soft upholstery rubber against her burning naked bottomcheeks. But already Madeleine was foraging in Paulette's pussy with a knowing finger, while her lips fixed on one of Paulette's nipples, and soon Paulette forgot the pangs of punishment.
The chauffeur "Lucian" watched with blazing eyes, knowing that soon she would be chosen by one or the other of her dear friends and employers to attain her own fulfillment, and meanwhile savored the two lascivious bouts taking place before her eager eyes.
"You, Lucette, shall be the means of luring our little Lisette here one day soon and restoring her to her senses," Janine at last proclaimed as she rose from the chaise longue, dewy-eyed with passion, and took the slim auburn-haired chauffeur by her gloved hand and led her out of the chamber and up into her own bedroom.
But that very same evening when Jacques returned his beautiful Lisette to her apartment, he was seized by a sensual impulse over which he could have no further control; and taking her in his arms, he kissed her boldly on the mouth. Lisette stiffened, her eyes widening in alarm. But as she felt the warm prolonged suction of his mouth on hers, felt his manly arms enfold her and press her panting breasts against his chest, the sweet languour of lascivious desire awakened in her. Unconsciously she pressed herself to him, responding to his kiss, until she suddenly felt the natural consequence of her forward behavior in the rigidity of the organ that pressed adamantly against the fly of his trousers. For the first time in her life, Lisette, scarlet with confusion and sweet girlish wonder, had discovered the existence of the male weapon which would sacrifice her tender virginity and turn her from Lesbian accolyte into passionate concubine and devoted wife.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The first week of September marked Lisette Joyaux's formal engagement to Jacques Duverneuil, and it came about thanks to a little vacation in the province of Beaulieu, not far from the French Rivera, where Jacques' father and mother-she now completely recovered from her ailment-brought the young couple along with Lisette's chaperone Madame Sancercy.
Edgar Duverneuil had rented a lovely little villa in that beautiful Southern province which had its own private beach on the ocean, and the very first afternoon Lisette, along with her chaperone, essayed the invigorating water. Lisette had, as a child, swum in the little creek near her home, but she had never before swum in the ocean. When Jacques saw how delectable she looked in a tightfitting blue bathing suit which, despite its modest cut, left nothing to the imagination as to the ripe development of her breasts and bottomglobes and which gave generous display of her milky-white thighs and calves and arms and dimpled shoulders, he was more in love with her than ever.
As for Lisette, when her virginal eyes saw her handsome young suitor clad only in his bathing trunks and with his sinewy arms and legs and chest covered though not too hirsutely with black hair which made him look even more satyr-like and virile, she experienced a delicious tittilation between her lovely rounded thighs.
Perhaps with that natural and instinctive coquettery which is found in all young women who wish to test their powers of seduction on the male no matter how virginial they are, Lisette decided to prove to her lover how well she could swim. Madame Sancercy, a little alarmed about her charge's gamboling in the blue waters of the ocean, called to her not to go out so far, but Lisette ignored the warning. And then suddenly she was seized with a cramp, and uttered a shriek of terror as she felt herself drawn under the waves. Fortunately Jacques had been watching her, and, using his powerful breast stroke, he managed to reach her before she could go down for the third time. One arm around her waist, keeping her head up out of water on his shoulder, he stroked his way back to shore, while his parents and the chaperone waited in anguish to see the outcome of the rescue.
Lisette had swallowed a good deal of seawater and Jacques, carefully laying her on her belly, had begun to pump it out of her lungs. At last the danger was over, and she moaned and raised her head, and she found him looking at her with an anxious gaze in which desire and concern was intermingled. He lifted her up in his arms and held her tightly to him, muttering thickly, "You little fool, you might have killed yourself! And I would have been lost without you, my beautiful Lisette!"
In his arms, trembling violently in an emotional aftermath, the golden-haired young woman felt a marvelous sensation of wellbeing, of belonging. And once again the magic of the flesh unleashed within her a desire to encompass his. Their thighs merging as they did, her breasts flattened against his heaving naked chest, his arms pinning her round the waist, Lisette enfolded him with her beautiful milky white arms and kissed him hard on the mouth, panting, "You've saved me, my beloved Jacques! Oh I do love you, I do, I do!"
And so at the end of September, Lisette Joyaux and Jacques Duverneuil were married at the Eglise Mont-fluery, and departed that very evening for the little house in Normandy where Lisette had been born. There, in the huge double bed where she had slept so long alone, she would have her nuptial night. There, near the mansion into whose mysteries she had inadvertently wandered, she would yield her maidenhead to her handsome black-haired young husband....
It was Janine Ericourt who read the announcement of this marriage in the Paris Matin, and brought it to the attention of her four dearest intimates. "She has betrayed us all," the svelte brunette declared. "She has become a traitress to her own sex. We must find some way to get her back and to punish her for renouncing the sweet tenderness we taught her to enjoy. We must make her our slave again so that she will not sacrifice herself and all her beauty to an odious, brutal young man who will have no appreciation for her sensitivity!"
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The room was lighted only by the rays of the full moon which filtered in through the open windows of that sumptuous yet cozy bedroom, as Lisette Duverneuil-for that was now her name-lay awaiting her husband's first demands upon her virginal body. In a sheer white silk night gown trimmed with lace from Alencon, an heirloom which Jacques' own mother had given her, the beautiful golden-haired virgin lay quivering with expectancy, her fists clenched, the muscles of her thighs rippling under the clinging, soft fabric of the only veil which hid her milky-skinned glories from the profaning eyes of a man ... the man who was now her husband. She thought briefly of the nearby house and of Janine and those three others who had taught her what anguished delight a woman can feel in her secret flesh. And she asked herself if, even though she loved Jacques dearly, she could be to him what a wife must be, bound in flesh and sharing the frantic and feverish ecstasies of passion.
He came to her then silently, clambering into bed beside her, flinging aside the sheets, accustoming his eyes to the darkness of the room with its silvered rays, and he saw the two round sweet turrets of Lisette's heaving titties, the delicate coral buds pouting as they pressed against the thin, adherent nightgown.
"Oh my darling Lisette, how I love you! How gentle I shall be with you, because I want you to love me too," he exclaimed in a trembling hoarse voice. "May I kiss you where I wish? I wouldn't do anything that would distress you our first time, my beautiful one."
Half-fainting with emotion, terrified and yet eager and anxious in her young-womanly curiosity to know the ultimate of mating, Lisette faintly whispered, "Oh yes, my adored husband!"
He had worn his drawers to bed, so that her chaste eyes might not be boldly startled by the evincement of his virile manhood, which swelled and throbbed in frantic eagerness to be liberated. Forcing himself to the utmost self-control, he caressed her hips with gentle hands, kissing her soft mouth until it became moist and yielding until Lisette kissed him back with growing verve. Only then, when he felt that she was becoming attuned to his desires and to her own, did he crouch on his knees and gently lift the hems of her nightgown to expose those wonderful round resilient milky thighs and to see at last the conchshell of her virgin quim, nestling amid its thicket of dark golden curls.
Lisette, overcome with emotion and with the sweet shame of virginity's last moments, hid her scarlet face in the crook of one beautiful arm and turned it away so as not to see what he was about to do to her.
The lovely belly with its secretive, deep little navel-niche, heralded the suave indentation of the abdomen which led in its sweet turn to the love-core of her maiden cunthole. Agonized with desire and with wonder at this gift of beauty which was his, Jacques Duverneuil bent his head, and his fingers grasped the upper columns of Lisette's beautiful naked thighs, he put his mouth to that tempting center and saluted it with a long and exquisitely tender kiss.
What intuition led him to this act, he did not know; but for Lisette it was a kind of transference, in that a male for the first time performed upon her most intimate nook the intimate homage which until this moment only others of her own sex had accorded. She moaned aloud in passion, her head turning to the other side of the pillow, and unconsciously she groped for the back of his head, to caress him and to urge him to continue that delicate, exacerbating ministration.
Jacques was overjoyed at her naive candor in permitting so libidinous a caress, the like of which many a husband never dared attempt on his own wife even after a decade of union. His lips nuzzled the sweet pink petals of her virgin cunt, and then at last daringly, his tongue entered the sacred portals, finding the nodule which was the key to the deepest of all emotions in her being.
Arching her hips, straddling her thighs, her eyes closed, her nostrils flaring and shrinking, her lips parted in a smile of anguished bliss, Lisette Duverneuil implored by her body's maneuvers a continuation of this sweet homage. His tongue found the delicate button and furled back and forth over it, flattening it down into the protective cowl of love-flesh. Lisette's body vibrated like a lyre whose strings have been plucked by a master artist; her titties rose and fell with violent rhythm, the muscles of her legs jerked and shivered nervously. She felt herself being drawn to the crux, and almost swooning with her delight and yearning, she heard her own voice, thickened and feverish with intensity gasp out, "Oh yes, oh my beloved, it's so good, oh love me, my darling husband!"
Jacques straightened, and, his hands cupping her panging titties, lowered himself upon her. His aching cock found the moistened, gaping petals of her love-spot already open and surrendering to his inroads. He thrust himself gently but meanfully up to the virgin barrier, and then, setting his teeth, thrust home his sword. Lisette uttered a cry of pain at the first twinge of maiden loss, but then nature reclaimed her emotions and taught her what she must do to abet her male initiator. Her arms and legs locked round Jacques' wiry naked body, as she felt him delve to the very-length of his measuring rod.
The first shock of this penetration dispersed, her now wakened loins clamored for fulfillment. His lips fused to hers, silencing her moans and cries, and his hands reached under her to grasp the silky-satiny naked cheeks of her behind as he began the eternal, the timeless rhythm of coitus. With the utmost self-mastery, he held himself back as he lingeringly stroked her, letting her vaginal tract feel the dimensions of his blade and accommodate its clenching channel to it. Lisette's eyes rolled, her nostrils exhaling gusts of tumultuous breath as she felt herself inescapably drawn towards the plateau of passion. And then, the pain fled, her body permeated with his gentle mastery of it, all her senses bade her capitulate to his lovemaking. In a joyous frenzy of desire in which there was neither shame nor recrimination nor fear, beautiful golden-haired Lisette moved with him, adapting her naked loins and belly to the demands of his thrusting ramrod. She absorbed him, housed him, and he could feel the enclaspment of her love-canal all over his delving instrument. With a cry of joy and triumph, he felt himself burst within her; and at the first lash of ardent male essence in her womb, Lisette's body stiffened and she felt herself melt and her love-liqueurs flowed to meet his seething libation.
Thus her wedding night was transfigured into one of eager and responding passion, and Jacques Duverneuil believed himself to be the most fortunate of men, just as she thought herself the most blessed and loved of all women.
Neither of them knew that at this very hour the Lesbian conspiratresses were scheming to enslave Lisette once again, and this time to make her renounce for all future time such ecstasies as she had just shared.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The honeymoon of two weeks spent in the lovely countryside where Lisette had been born proved to be an idyllic time for the lovely golden-haired young woman. And since her wedding night had been so memorably tender and exquisitely fulfilling, she experienced none of the pouting and fearful attitudes which so many virgin brides are wont to assume to conceal not only their ignorance of sexual sharing but also their dread of losing their own egotistic and narcissistic personalities through the conquest of the male.
Each day, the young lovers wandered through the woods and by the creek, taking picnic lunches, and Jacques would read poetry to his beloved Lisette, and then in a sylvan glade, as naturally as breathing, Lisette would find herself responding to her virile husband. Secluded behind a grassy knoll near an old oak tree, she would cover her face with her hands to hide her blushes as Jacques expertly and lovingly stripped her and mounter her to kiss and carress her into at first passive acceptance of his conjugal rights and then, as the fiery course of passion surged through her healthy and eager young body, would vie with him towards an elysian culmination.
In the great double bed where she had slept before, she now welcomed him. And in the darkness, she was even bolder than she had been in the glade or in the hiding place of the grassy knoll. So she told herself now that she was legally his, she belonged to him and therefore there was no need for restraint or prudery so long as she was faithful to him. Everyday brought a new proof of his devotion, and Lisette's sentimental nature was overwhelmed by this touching kindness towards her. Even though she vaguely remembered that her four Lesbian tutresses had told her of the coarseness and cruelty of the male, she found no proof of their tenets in Jacques' behavior towards her.
Thus love expanded and grew more imaginative. By the end of the two weeks, she had actually dared to take hold of his penis and to fondle it as she stared at it admiringly, wondering by what miracle this object of gristle and cartilage became such a tuning fork to the most hidden and passionate of all her girlish longings. Moreover, his tongue and lips had already taught her to the sensitive nooks and crannies of her own white-skinned body; so many nights he had lingered over her beautiful titties, gently sucking the nipples and nibbling at them till they grew hard and dark with yearning. His fingers had caressed the inner thighs, till the lascivious caress seemed to waken in her the most furious tides of lust. And when he consummated their union, it was never brusquely or selfishly done; a master of the art of love, young Jacques Duverneuil always saw to it that Lisette was roused to climax with him.
Thus in these short two weeks the young girl who had been haunted by her awareness of tasting forbidden pleasures during her earlier teens, discovered the joyous abandon that is possible between man and woman when they have nothing to hide from each other and when the body is free from the inhibition of guilt or shame to bestow upon its partners the most ardent and sincere of embraces. If she was reminded of the games she had played with Janine, Suzanne, Madeleine and Paulette, it was only because Jacques took pleasure in fingering and kissing her sensitive pussy as a preface to his imaginative lovemaking. And since this kind of amorous cunnilingus which she had not at all expected from a man and which had made her turn scarlet with embarrassment the first time he had essayed it, was in essence the accolade of Sapphic wooing, Lisette did recall while in her husband's arms those clandestine hours which she had enjoyed without her aunt's ever having suspected.
Steadfastly she banished such specters and told herself that since Jacques had wakened her and claimed her first of all men, he should be the only one ever to know all her secrets and her ardors. To tell him what she had done as an adolescent was unthinkable, naturally; but in return she promised herself to learn all she could of what pleased him and to procure for him as much pleasure as he could have from a veritable harem, thereby establishing herself as wife and also as loving favorite.
When the happy couple returned from Normandy, they found that Jacques' father had made them the lavish wedding present of a beautiful two-story house on the Rue de la Priegarde, in a quiet and exclusive residential section in the southern part of Paris. There was a garden, and from the attic one could catch a distant view of the River Seine, and Lisette's father-in-law had slyly intimated as he presented his handsome son with the key at the front door, "There are plenty of rooms for entertaining your guests, my boy, and also a separate one for each of the grandchildren you are going to give me!"
To the delight of Madame Odette Sancercy, Jacques himself engaged her to be housekeeper for the newly wedded couple. Taking the handsome mature woman aside, Lisette's ardent young husband explained, "My father has the utmost confidence in you, Madame Sancercy, and I have also. My lovely wife is still very young and likely to make mistakes unless she has around her people of wisdom. When I am in court or traveling to various provinces to question witnesses in law cases for my father's firm, I shall rely implicitly on your acumen to save her from committing follies and by these I do not at all mean that I am distrustful of her, for she is so good and transparent that I know she would care for no other man. I trust you understand, Madame." And of course the housekeeper, secure in her post and handsomely rewarded by Jacques' father as well (for the old attorney slyly kept urging Madame Sancercy to hint to Lisette that she must give Jacques a child very quickly), promised to dedicate herself utterly to the harmonious disposition of this little household.
And now it was early October, and the leaves on the trees along the magnificent Bois de Boulogne were beginning to turn brown and the weather was crisp and clear. Jacques Duverneuil therefore accepted a request from his father that he go to Bordeaux to take the testimony of a vintner who was bringing a civil suit for damages against a bottling company on the grounds that their corkage was defective and hence had spoiled his fine red wine. He would be gone a week, he told Lisette, and he kissed her tenderly on the forehead and told her to occupy herself in the kitchen learning how to prepare some of the dishes which he specially liked and which Madame Sancercy had been showing Lisette how to make.
But all this while Janine Ericourt had kept apprised of the young couple's whereabouts, for she had engaged a private detective to trace Lisette and Jacques first to the provence of Normandy where they had spent their honeymoon and then to learn where their newly married domesticity was to find its abode. Finally, she had commanded Lucette, who could affect a man's resonant voice upon occasion, to telephone Jacques' law firm to discover whether the young husband was still in town. As it chanced, on the very Monday when Jacques departed for Bordeau, Lucette made her phone call and learned from the switchboard operator that Monsieur Duverneuil had just left and would not be back until the following Sunday.
Once again the svelte brunette called a council of war. She wished to put the matter to a vote whether they should descend upon Lisette in force and abduct her back to the famous basement recreation room where she would be reindoctrinated into those joys which she had apparently foresworn, or whether it was better by a ruse to lure her to pay them a visit. By a narrow vote of three to two, it was decided to apply the latter method. And so Lucette dressed in her chauffeur's uniform, took the limousine that afternoon and drove to the charming house in the southern section of Paris. She was received at the door by Madame Sancercy and introduced herself as "Lucien," chauffeur for Madame Maurice Ericourt.
Lisette, who had been in the kitchen trying to unravel the mysteries of a souffle, came into the salon to receive the supposed "Lucien." The eyes of the auburn-haired Lesbian blazed with a sudden avid desire. What she had heard of Lisette's charm from her four employers and lovers hardly did the golden-haired beauty justice, she concluded to herself. And she was smitten at once by those wonderful, ingenuous blue eyes and those soft full tremulous red lips as well as by the evident ripeness of Lisette's haunches and bosom.
"I apologize for intruding upon you thus, Madame Duverneuil," Lucette suavely began in her husky, masculine voice, "But my employer has sent me to beg you to visit her if only for a few moments. She is quite ill and is longing to see you. I come from Madame Maurice Ericourt, whom you knew as Janine back in the little house near yours in Normandy."
Lisette was both thunderstruck and furiously embarrassed, the housekeeper had lingered at the back of the salon, and Lisette was terrified lest she overheard this dialogue. She therefore approached the supposed male chauffeur and whispered, "Oh please, don't say any more! Of course I'll see Janine, do you wish me to come with you now?"
Lucette recognizing that undoubtedly the young beauty found herself in a dilemma as the marriage was still so new that the young bride had not yet been able to plan any illicit sorties, graciously nodded and murmured back, "I shall wait for you in the limousine out in the street, dear Madame Duverneuil. Come when you can, it will be for only a few moments, I assure. She is longing to see you after all this time."
With this, she took her leave, and Lisette, before turning back to the housekeeper, strove mightily to compose herself so that the story she was about to concoct would not sound strange and fabricated to the ears of Madame Sancercy. At last, believing herself to be once again in full composure, she stammered, "Dear Madame Sancercy, I will have to put off my cooking lesson for a little while. You see, that person is employed by someone whom I knew very well back in Normandy, and she is quite ill and I must go to visit her."
"Of course you must, my dear child," the housekeeper benevolently agreed. "We can always resume this, we've all week long, since dear M'sieu Jacques won't be home to sample your cuisine until Sunday evening. Take all the time you wish. I'll myself prepare a cold supper for you if you should come home late. It's good to think of an old friend, it shows good character in you!"
These words gave Lisette new courage, and she told herself that she was not really doing anything wrong and certainly not betraying her beloved Jacques. After all, it would only be a formal visit to inquire after the health of Janine. But if she could have been granted the power of second sight and could have seen the alluring deshabille in which her four previous "dear friends" were awaiting her down in the luxuriously furnished "recreation chamber" of the house in the suburbs, she would have thought twice before accepting so apparently innocuous an invitation.
She took her cape, put on her chic little blue turban, and after hastily reassuring Madame Sanscercy that she would certainly be back before suppertime, hurried down the steps to enter the dark blue limousine which waited patiently at the curb.
A moment later, the powerful motor purred and the limousine sped off towards the south of Paris, bearing the unsuspecting Lisette to her reunion with the woman who had first instructed her in the Sapphic arts ... a far warmer welcome and reunion, indeed, than she could have dreamed of!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The limousine turned at last into a driveway, and parked in the stone garage which had been built at the left side of the garden. From this side of the garden one could not see over the wall, which was made of red brick and about eight feet high. Janine had constructed a little summerhouse, very much like the one in which she and her three dear friends had reveled during their sojourn in Normandy, a kind of memento of the days when they had initiated the innocent golden-haired adolescent into their tenderly perverse games. But now these games were more serious and more complex, for their senses had become jaded as is the inevitable result of perversity too often practiced. It appeared to them that they needed this recruit who would come to them fresh and untouched after two years of deprivation, and that her presence would render their desires the more imaginative and their pleasures the more refined.
Lucette, her visored cap still jauntily atop her auburn head, in boots and gloves and uniform that gave credence to the male role she was playing, led the way to the beautifully furnished salon. "Oh, how is she? Is it serious? I meant to get in touch with her, but I've been so busy lately-I've just been married, you know!" Lisette charmingly stammered as if by way of explanation for her negligence. But Lucette maintained a stony-faced expression, merely saying, "This way, Madame Duverneuil," and, opening a hallway door, flicked on a light switch and indicated that Lisette was to follow her down a narrow, thick carpeted stairway.
"But isn't she in her bedroom?" the golden-haired beauty naively inquired.
"This is where she prefers to seek repose, Madame," was Lucette's cool answer, and it had an ironic truthfulness to it, needless to say, which of course was lost on the unsuspecting victim. With a sign, Lisette followed the "chauffeur" down the stairs till they came to a door with the auburn-haired young woman swiftly opened. Then, before Lisette could realize what was happening, she put her gloved hands to the young woman's shoulders and pushed her forward, and then, entering behind her swiftly closed and locked the door.
Lisette Duverneuil uttered a cry of consternation. She found herself in a huge chamber, so beautifully furnished with its several chaise longues, its couches, the rows of thick poufs and the sinister apparatuses of fustigation in that incongruous setting. There was Janine, resplendent in all her voluptuous brunette beauty, wearing only the filmiest of chemises, so transparent that it showed the dark points of her nipples and the black triangle of pussyfur, reclining on a chaise longue toying with the handle of a martinet. Standing beside her, hands on her hips, was Suzanne, in only bra and panties and high-heeled pumps which made her tower in still more Amazonian fashion. In a love seat Madeleine Surmain sat at her ease, wearing a rose-colored satin slip and black leather pumps, and on her lap there perched piquant, coppery--haired Paulette, in a little girl's pinafore-tunic which came just to the tops of her hips wearing anklet hose and sandals, her loins and thighs immodestly nude. Madeleine's hand was plunged into the thick dark red thatch of Paulette's pussycurls, while her other hand cupped one thrusting, shuddering breast as their mouths fused together in amorous badinage.
It was a licentious scene, and Lisette, seeing it now with her newly acquired knowledge of harmonious conjugal sex, recognized with blushing stupefaction the immodest games in which she herself had taken part two brief years ago back in Normandy.
There was a long and trembling silence, till finally Lisette quavered, "Dear J-Janine, I was told that you were very ill-"
Janine Ericourt responded with a slivery mocking laugh, "I was indeed, mignonne, for lack of you, don't you see? Oh, its been so long, and how wicked that you've been in Paris all this time without once trying to get in touch with us! You shall pay dearly for that, Lisette, I promise you that. Now come kiss me sweetly, and then pay your respects to your other dear friends as well. Then finally you shall meet a newcomer to our ranks, but one is as dear to me as you were then. M'amselle Lucette, take off your cap and let Lisette look at you once more!"
As Lucette obeyed and showed her closely cropped auburn hair, Lisette recoiled, her hand over her mouth, aware that she had been tricked. "But I'm married now," she protested.
This charmingly irrelevant reply brought force a chorus of mocking laughter from all five beauties. "So was I, mignonne," Janine reminded her, "but I have forgotten that, just as Madeleine has forgotten that she was once widowed. For us, men do not and will not exist. And you, whom I believed to be so sincere in your love for us, you have become a shameless and fickle hussy!"
"That's not so!" Lisette stoutly defended herself, her cheeks aflame. "I am the wife of Jacques Duverneuil, and I love him dearly. I was a young girl then, I didn't know what I was doing. But I know that it's possible to be in love with a man who can be as tender as any woman."
She spoke with an intuitive flash of love and veneration for the dear young husband who, thanks to his tender solicitude, had made her wedding night a joyous paean of rapture rather than a brutal rape as she had perhaps subconsciously dreaded. But her courageous attitude was calculated only to rouse the hostility of her former initiatresses, particularly Janine, who sprang up from the chaise lounge, her eyes narrowed with anger as she exclaimed: "Faugh! How can you compare the obscene and nasty little things you and a man do in bed with the tender and mysterious love that we alone knew how to give you and to teach you? You are in need of a lesson, Lisette, and you are going to get it. Lucette, strap this little wretch to the triangle so that she may have her welcome from each of us in turn!"
Before Lisette could comprehend what was going to be done to her, the slim auburn-haired "chauffeur" approached her from the side and swiftly slipped a running noose over both wrists, then dragged her forwards towards an isosceles triangle which was set in the very center of the chamber. At the peak of the triangle was a heavy metal ring through which Lucette now deftly drew both ends of the cord with which she had ensnared the startled golden-haired captive and made it very tight. Lisette was thus obliged to stand on tiptoe and now the other four beauties rose and approached, moving round and round her, their eyes shining with sensual and sadistic anticipation while she struggled and wept and pleaded with them to let her go.
They found her plaints delicious, and they did not answer her. Instead, at Janine's sign, Lucette now squatted down and grasped one slender ankle winding a loop of cord about it and making it fast to the metal base of the triangle. Then Suzanne from her side stooped and lifted up Lisette's skirt and slip, rolling them well up over the lusciously ripe, rounded buttocks, encased snugly and provocatively in a pair of white silk panties trimmed with Valenciennes lace. Lisette uttered a cry, "Oh now! You shan't do that to me! I've had enough of that, I'm married now, I'm a woman, not a child to play with!"
But her plaint and outcry only brought a new peal of mocking laughter, as Suzanne briskly inserted her fingers under the waistband of the modest little panties and dragged them down to the tops of Lisette's milky thighs. Madeleine then crouched down and made Lisette's other ankle fast to the leg of the triangle. And now the beautiful golden-haired captive was straddled on tiptoe at the triangle of torment, naked from the small of her back to the tops of her beige hose, with only the narrow white tabs of her dainty white satin elastic garterbelt offering the slightest protection to the punishment in store for those quivering and flinching bottomglobes now revealed in all their dazzling ripe young beauty.
"What a glorious bottom!" Janine mused in reverie as she moved forward to run both hands over the satiny cheeks, to squeeze and slap them maliciously. Paulette approached in front of the scarlet-faced Lisette, and boldly put her hand on Lisette's bare belly while the other glided down the girl's abdomen towards the darkgolden curls of her cunt.
"Stop it! I forbid you to! I'll tell my husband!" Lisette cried out hysterically as she twisted herself from side to side, jerking at her bound wrists drawn high above her head.
"Oh by all means, you little fool," Janine said sarcastically as she gave Lisette a wicked pinch in the tender shadowy groove between those lusciously rounded naked bottomcheeks which made the captive squeal and plunge forward wildly, so that Paulette's roving hand rubbed brazenly against her tender quim.
"And what do you think your husband will say, I wonder, when he learns that for two summers in a row when you were a young girl back in the little country town in Normandy, you came to our beck and call, to let us play with you and spank you to our heart's content, to teach you how girls love and to warn you how wicked boys can be?"
"He doesn't need to know about that," Lisette panted, scandalized as she tried to clench her thighs against Paulette's now thrusting forefinger which had invaded the tender portals of her cunt and was moving towards her clitoris. Madeleine stood to her left and was cupping one panting round full tittie, while Suzanne had knelt down before her and at her right, and was caressing Lisette's right thigh with both hands, stroking the satiny stockinged column and then ascending her fingers to caress the shivering skin above.
"But, my darling, we wouldn't think of letting your precious husband remain ignorant of the lovely little ways you used to amuse yourself," Janine mocked her victim. "All I need to do is to send a letter to Monsieur Jacques Duverneuil and tell him that Lisette was the most passionate of Lesbian sweethearts and once swore that she would never give herself to a man. I wonder what he will think of his lovely young bride then? Most men detest Lesbians, as we detest them. He will turn from you, Lisette, and he will never make love to you again, I promise!"
This vicious warning struck terror into the heart of the ingenuous golden-haired victim. Her eyes dilated with horror: "Oh, mon Dieu, you mustn't tell him! Oh please, say you won't! I swear I didn't betray you, I didn't say a word and I never shall! But I do love him, I can't help myself, he's been so kind and tender to me!"
"Well then, mignonne," Janine countered as she gave Lisette's bottom another vicious little pinch right in the tender groove between the cheeks, "as I see it, there is only one solution for your problem. You must agree to come to us whenever we summon you, do you understand? If you obey, if you are a nice little sweetheart as you were before, we shan't tell your precious husband, and you can save him if that's what pleases you. But I think that once we recall to you the delightful little games we used to play with you, you'll remember that you much preferred them to anything a man could give you, Lisette. Well, is it a bargain? Shall we be silent and keep our little secret all together in this house, or shall I write that letter to him?"
"Oh no! Don't! I-I'll do what you want, anything, but don't tell Jacques!" Lisette sobbed brokenly.
Janine and Suzanne exchanged a look of triumph, then the brunette interposed: "Very well, we shall keep our part of the bargain. But now you shall have a little welcome and an extra or two for being such a wicked girl as not to come to visit your dear friends and to have to make us send for you. Blindfold her!"
In a trice it was done, and then the five Lesbians, surrounding poor half-naked Lisette on all sides, began to pinch and slap and tickle her all over her thighs, her pussy and in between the tightening cheeks of her voluptuous round milky bottom. Her cries and sobs and groans exacerbated all their desires, as she writhed and squirmed and twisted and jerked. But the constant tickling of their fingers in the most tender orifices of all at last caused Lisette to shudder with a growing voluptuous attunement which Janine was first to notice and she called a halt to this insidious preparation; "Now it's time for the real welcome!"
She started the processional as the five lined up in single file behind the half-naked blindfolded captive. Drawing back her right hand, Janine applied a fierce loud Smack! against the ripest curve of Lisette's right buttock, making the startled anguished golden-haired victim lunge forward with a sobbing cry of discomfort. Five more spanks followed, alternating on those plump hemispheres, and then it was the turn of Suzanne, who distributed six equally vigorous spanks with her open palm on the dancing, jerking, weaving naked bottomglobes.
Then it was Madeleine's turn, and then Paulette's, and finally Lucette approached the now scarlet posterior, squeezing and pinching it, gloatingly delectating those Caliphygian charms while Lisette tearfully prayed to be let off any more, complaining that her bottom pained her dreadfully.
"You're more of a child than ever in spite of being married and two years older, mignonne," Janine taunted. "Give her ten good ones, Lucette, and then we shall finish off the first act of our little reunion with the martinet!"
Lisette uttered a cry at this sentence, but already Lucette had begun to spank her burning naked defenceless behind, with the full force of her open palm. The others watched, their bosoms panting, their eyes shining with lubricity, as they saw Lisette's half-naked body lunge and twist, arching out her loins so wantonly that they could see the pink corals of her pussylips gaping, thanks to the straddle imposed by the triangle.
When the spanking was done, Lucette procured the little martinet with the red leather thongs and the tiny knotted tips at the tapering ends of the three leather bands. And each of the five Lesbians inflicted five slowly spaced strokes over the lunging and jerking hindquarters, drawing pitiful cries and freshets of tears as Lisette implored mercy and swore she would do anything to escape further punishment.
They took her at her word when the spanking was over at last. Released from her bonds but still blindfolded, she was ordered to go down on all fours and crawl towards the chaise longue on which Janine lay, stark naked now and waiting for her. She was compelled to place her mouth against Janine's pussy and to gamahuch the ardent brunette Lesbian to climax.
And then she was sent on a kind of blindman's buff till she found each of the other four women awaiting her either on a pour, or on a loveseat or on a couch, and performed the same Sapphic tribute on each in turn. Janine quickened her blindfolded search by flicking her already scarlet and inflamed naked bottom with the tips of the martinet's thongs, and when at last it was over, Lizette, haggard and trembling, her face swollen with tears, was dragged to her feet and the blindfold removed.
"There, you see now," Janine murmured huskily as she cupped Lisette's breasts and kissed her hotly on the mouth, "you see how we punish little traitressess who renounce the only pleasures that are worthwhile? But to show you that we are also lenient and merciful, my darling one, we are going to give you pleasure now as you have given it to us."
And then Lisette was led by Suzanne and Madeleine to a couch and held down upon it, while Janine, mounting upon the couch and bowing her head between Lisette's trembling thighs, gamahuched the golden-haired captive until she tasted climax. And then it was the turn of Paulette and then of Lucette, and then Madeleine and Suzanne until all had homaged their tender country nymph in this welcoming reunion of perverse passion.
When it was all over, Janine served tea and cakes, just as she had done in the mansion in the countryside, and then Lisette was allowed to plunge her face into a bowl full of cold water and to freshen her makeup and finally to dress and be driven back to her house in the limousine chaufteured by "Lucien."
Madame Sancercy was somewhat surprised to notice how nervous and fidgety her young mistress was, but she attributed it to the poignant reunion of two old friends, one of whom was desperately ill. Lisette was hardly communicative at supper, and, complaining of a headache, went directly to bed. There she brooded over her terrible new secret: she was now at the beck and call of Janine and the other four Lesbians, under penalty of having her beloved Jacques find out that she was stigmatized as a passionate Sapphist, from whom, as Janine menacingly assured her, he would surely turn away in distaste.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Lisette did not dare tell Madame Sancercy what had happened to her that eventful Monday afternoon. She was dazed and terrified by the sudden reemergence of the tyrannical Lesbians into her life, and the more so because she was so devotedly and passionately in love with her young husband. What dismayed her most of all was their hostility towards her in discovering that she had married, contrary to their own perverse ideals. For them undoubtedly considering their financial situation and their superficial outlook upon life, such a credo was understandable-but even if only two years had elapsed since her last dalliance in Sapphic adventures, Lisette felt herself new and different, fulfilled as a woman in the natural order of things which places the male as the heroic partner and guide to marital union.
It was true and she had to admit it to herself, being as truthful and frank as she was ingenuous, that when they had flogged her down in the luxurious basement "recreation chamber" and then fondled and caressed her, she had experienced frantic sexual excitement, just as she had done during each of those two summers when she had been indoctrinated into their forbidden pleasures. But she had also learned that being compelled to give them back their Lesbian caresses with her lips and tongue had now become odious to her, for she felt justly that she owed all her affection and all her conjugal embraces and attention to only one person in the world now, her own beloved Jacques.
And finally she lived in terror lest the marks left by that punishment still appear upon her milky buttocks when Jacques returned the following Sunday and would doubtless wish to make up for his long absence from her bed by taking his marital right and having her naked eager palpitating body to his pleasure.
Happily for that last fear, it was completely unfounded, for by Friday eveiing when Lisette bathed, she saw not a single blemish remaining on the lusciously jutting rondures of her bare behind. Yet she could not forget and she was haunted by the memory, of what Janine Ericourt had said: in order to protect her guilty secret, Janine and her retinue of dominant Lesbians demanded that she remain at their beck and call, that she answer their imperious summons whenever it should come for her. And this would impose great difficulties, Lisette foresaw, for how could she explain to Jacques her sudden whim of leaving the house simply because a phone call had come or a note been delivered to her? Once again she reverted to the naive thoughts of childhood, when it had been sufficient to pray that something would not happen for it not to happen. It was like the attitude of the ostrich which sticks its head into the sand to obliterate the possibility of harm.
So when Jacques returned that Sunday and sent Madame Sancercy away for the evening off to the theater so that he could enjoy himself at his ease with his beautiful young wife without the possibility of intrusion or embarrassment, Lisette blushed and behaved quite nervously when her adoring husband swiftly undressed her in their bedroom and made her stand there before the mirror while, in only his pajama trousers, he sat on the edge of the bed and visually admired her. Lisette hung her head meekly, her cheeks flaming under his scrutiny, and her hands yearned to cover the dark golden curls of her pussyfur, and she felt like a beautiful Circassian or Frankish native standing upon the auction block while a pasha or grand vizier contemplated her defenceless, naked charms.
Again happily for her, Jacques attributed this nervousness to her adorable modesty, which mingled so beautifully with her abandon to him in bed. He adored this above all else, for at the same time while Lisette was passionately responding because he had wakened her as not even the Lesbians had done (or perhaps was it because of their initial attunement of her budding young senses?), she would close her eyes and sigh and turn her scarlet face away as if dying of shame at the naughty things he was making her do to him. It gave their sexual union an especial savor and excitement, and it compensated him more than he could tell her for the long, patient wait he had endured until she had at last agreed to wed him.
At any rate, he had no cause to complain over the welcome which Lisette accorded him upon his return after his first real separation from her during the early days of their marriage. He went off to work the next day, more in love with her than ever, congratulating himself upon his wisdom in having waited so long to find so beautiful and desirable a mate who combined delicious virginal modesty with the most exquisite salacity and, what was best of all, who let him understand that her uninhibited surrender to him was completely out of love and not calculation for material gain, as a cunning mistress might have suggested.
Lisette had not yet learned enough of human nature to realize that, very much like the blackmailer who has obtained his first payment on account, the possessive and dominant Lesbian has an unwavering jealousy and greediness which does not satisfy her until she has proved, many times over, her emprise over a partner or victim--which are sometimes one and the same. And between the previous Monday and the following Sunday, since Lisette had not heard again from Janine and her group, the golden-haired young bride deluded herself into hoping that that single reunion had been sufficient to pay off any debts she might have had owing to her perverse tutresses in passion.
How greatly she was mistaken she discovered at about eleven o'clock of the Monday morning when Jacques had gone back to the office, in high spirits and assuring her that he would not have to travel again for his father's law firm for at least another two months. The door bell rang, Madame Sancercy hastened to open the door and admitted "Lucien," the slim auburn-haired Sapphist in chauffeur's livery with a note for "Madame Duverneuil."
Lisette, flustered and adorable in her pretty apron--for she was again experimenting in the kitchen to learn how to concoct dishes which would make Jacques love her even more-came out into the salon and was thunderstruck at the appearance of "Lucien." Silently the latter handed her the note, which she tremblingly unfolded and read. She bit her lips, for it was an immediate summons to follow the chauffeu to the house near the Porte Neuilly and without delay.
"Is something wrong, ma petite?" the housekeeper kindly inquired with a warm smile of affection for the beautiful young bride. Indeed, the serene happiness of Lisette with Jacques had roused in Madame Sancer-cy's own bosom a desire for remarriage which she had not thought of for some dozen years or so. Last night, having been given leave to spend the evening as she would, she had gone to the theater and there she had met a middle-aged widower who had sat next to her and whose comments on the show they were watching had seemed most sympathetic and apt. She had blushingly agreed to take a cordial with him at a sidewalk cafe thereafter and had come back to the house very late and had let herself in, dreaming of romance as she had done when she was a very young girl.
"No-no, Madame Sancercy, nothing really. But-but I have to go out now. It's an old friend. The-the same one as last week. I think she's a little better, though. We were friends back in the country, you see," Lisette stammered.
The housekeeper nodded, again thinking nothing of the episode. "I-I shall be back certainly before supper. But if I should be late and not able to prepare M'sieu Jacques' supper, would you see to it, dear Madame Sancercy?"
"But of course, ma petite! Now you go and see your friend and give her my best wishes for convalescence," the housekeeper jovially agreed.
Lisette unfastened the pretty apron and laid it down on the couch, then looked about for her cape, for the weather was somewhat chilly. "Lucien" permitted herself a mocking little smile as she calmly intervened, "I do not think Madame will need her cape. The limousine is quite warm, you know, and so is the house. And I shall take you back directly."
Lisette nodded distractedly, then blushed for no reason at all, finally bade the housekeeper a tremulous au revoir, and accompanied the auburn-haired Lesbian to the limousine.
Once again, as before, she was obliged to go down the narrow stairway to the basement chamber, and there she found all four of her former friends awaiting her. They wore only their chemises and sandals, and they were smoking cigarettes and sipping coffee when she entered with Lucette Deschamps.
"Well, our adorable little housewife!" the svelte brunette Janine rose and came towards her, extending both hands in a hypocritical greeting. Taking hold of Lisette's hands, she drew the trembling golden-haired beauty to her and kissed her effusely on both cheeks. "How charming you look! I take it that the honeymoon still goes on nicely?"
Lisette stammered something unintelligible and nodded, biting her lips again and nervously glancing round at the other women who regarded her with greedy eyes.
"You were wise in coming with Lucette, mignonne," Janine purred. "Remember what I told you last week. If ever you have a summons from us, you mustn't fail to honor it, otherwise, regrettable as it would be, we should have to inform your husband what a naughty girl you used to be. And still are, for that matter, hein? My, how accommodating you were last Monday afternoon after your pretty bottom had been warmed a little. Well, darling, we are hungry for you again because of all the girls that we've ever whipped, you are the one that gives us the greatest pleasure in the charming ways you move your big white bottom and the sobbing little cries and plaints you utter when you feel your nice white skin getting nice and hot and red. This time, I think, we shall begin with a little progressive spanking. You will go over the lap of each of us in turn-"
"No!" Lisette gasped, recoiling, her eyes very huge and shadowed with fear, but finding an unexpected source of courage in her love for Jacques. "I've done with all that! I shan't come here again! I will tell my husband that when I was a young girl I did foolish things-but never with a man. You know that's true. He will understand. He loves me as much as I love him."
"How very touching!" Janine sneered. "But if we were to tell him that you are still enamoured of us and that you go to bed with him only out of duty but find your real fulfillment in our arms, what then, my saucy little country girl?"
"You wouldn't! That's unfair-you were always my friends and I thought-"
"Things change over the years, petite. What is more to the point, you are one of us in spirit as in flesh, and you'll always be. Understand, we detest men ourselves, but since the damage has been done for you, we shall allow you to continue this farce of a marriage on condition only that you come to us whenever we command you. Now enough of this silly argument, Lisette! Take off your things. This time, we wish you all naked."
"No, I won't do it! I hate you all, you're cruel and vicious! Only my husband has the right to see me that way, and I'm not afraid of you any more!" Lisette cried.
"So the little turtledove has become a falcon, has she?" Janine laughed huskily. Then she made a sign. At once, Madeleine and Suzanne seized the unsuspecting golden-haired Lisette and dragged her over to the low wide whipping bench. In a trice the victim was flung down on her belly upon the altar of punishment, her wrists tightly corded and her ankles also. Next, Paulette tauntingly adjusted a black silk bandanna over Lisette's dilated blue eyes and knotted it tightly at the back of the girl's neck.
Then Janine, her nostrils flickering with lustful anticipation, carefully drew up Lisette's skirt and slip, rolled them over the girl's supple waist, and pinned them out of harm's way with safety pins. The magnificent round bottom appeared, shuddering and flinching already, tightly sheathed in white silk panties with Belgian lace flounces and waistband. Janine's eyes glistened with vicious sadism. She made another sign, and the chauffeur-attired Lucette went to one corner of the room and took out a long slim birchrod made of about five supple switches, bound together at one end with black cloth to form a handle for the wielder's grip.
"Let me go! You've no right to do this! I don't ever want to see you again, do you understand! You're cruel, you're hateful!" Lisette cried as she tried to free herself from the bonds that held her down stretched so tightly along the whipping bench. "Not a word about how many she's to get, hein?" Paulette murmured to Janine who nodded eager agreement. "We shall send her back to her husband with her bottom looking like raw beefsteak, that we shall! She'll sing a different tune once she's had her thrashing, and then she'll be ever so passionate, as before!"
And the red--haired Paulette knelt down and almost reverently began to loosen Lisette's panties and to drag them down just past the slope of the base of those two upstandingly rounded, narrowly separated milky globes, while Lisette resisted by grinding herself tightly down against the surface of the wooden bench. However, a sly pinch or two sufficed to make Lisette squeal and arch and wriggle her bottom, and the panties were tugged down to expose the magnificent quivering hemispheres of that voluptuous young milky-skinned behind.
Janine took the birch, swished it through the air a few times to flick out the drops of brine still clinging to its slender, flexible withes, and then took her stance to the left of the whipping bench, her eyes fixing on the shuddering and contracting hemispheres of the condemned bottom.
Slowly lifting her arm, she brought the rod down with a Whish, horizontally striping the upper slopes of those luscious bare hips with the stinging kisses of the rod.
Lisette uttered a startled cry and her naked bottom convulsively jerked from side to side. Her blindfolded face turned back over her left shoulder to inquire of her beautiful executioner: "Oh please, not too hard! If Jacques should see me tonight like this, it would be dreadful!"
"Then you simply won't show him, ma mie," Janine mockingly retorted as she raised her arm for the second time. "You'll tell him that you have the curse, that the time of the month is upon you, or that you have a migraine. You will do well to remember what we tell you, mignonne. Up to now, we've spanked you in voluptuous play to waken you to know the pleasures that we alone enjoy. But we can punish severely too when a girl is naughty and disobedient, remember this!" And the birch fell again a little lower down upon both upturned shuddering bottom-globes, drawing a strident cry of pain and a convulsive jerk from Lisette's tethered body.
Lucette and Suzanne were in each other's arms now, while Madeleine and Paulette moved to a couch and lay down side by side, turning to each in a long and passionate tongue-kiss while their eyes followed the fustigation. Already the bright pink striata of the bitch in its two resolute assaults upon Lisette's naked bottom had left voluptuous contrast against the flawlessly milky-satiny skin which twitched and shrank and rippled with a thousand tremors of fear and shame and pain.
"You will emulate hysistrata of yore, mignonne," Janine pursued. "You will become an emancipated female. For this is the twentieth century. You will tell this precious Jacques that simply because you are his wife, he may not use you to his convenience just because you are there. You will refuse him many times, and you will begrudgingly give to him what he desires, but only on your own terms, do you understand? Your passionate devotion and your love belong to us, who taught you the meaning of love. Is that understood?"
"No! It's evil, it's wicked, it's wrong, I won't-aiiii!!! Ohh, mercy, oh, it cuts me to pieces, have pity! Don't mark me so, or he'll see it!" For, even as she courageously protested this evil decree, Lisette's body suddenly jerked as the birch swept down right across the plumpest centers of both shuddering naked bottomcheeks, and her head rose as her mouth gaped in piteous lamentations.
A fourth, then a fifth lash visited the lower summits of Lisette's naked posterior, each drawing a piteous cry from the blind-folded victim. The sight of her struggles on the bench, the sound of her cries and tears, inflamed the two Lesbian couples who watched the spectacle with glittering eyes, their bosoms heaving, their loins feverish and moist with longing. Janine herself paused from time to time to caress her own mount with a trembling hand as she readjusted her grip on the punitive birch.
"You will obey us," she hissed. Huisihhhh! "Do you understand me, Lisette? You will do what we tell you to, or you will regret it and your husband will learn everything!" Huishhhh!
"Aaaahrrr! Ohh, no, have pity! Don't tell him! Eeeowww, oh have mercy, you're cutting me to pieces, I'm dying!" Lisette shrieked in torment, for the birch had bitten pitilessly against her tender smarting flesh.
"Then will you do what I tell you to do and without more argument?" Huishhh! Huishhh! Twice more the rod descended, each time attacking the base of both trembling, flinching globes.
"Aiiii! Oooooooh! Mercy, anything, but have mercy on me, please!" Lisette wailed, drowned in tears, her body jerking violently against her bonds.
"That's better! Now then, Lucette, since you seem to be the most excited of all of us, come let Lisette service you with her mouth as she knows so well how to do!" Janine proclaimed.
The beautiful chauffeur-attired auburn-haired Lesbian rose and came towards the whipping bench. Drawing the zipper down in her chauffeur's breeches, she presented her furry slit to the trembling, swollen lips of poor Lisette, as, her gloved hands twisting in the golden pageboy curls, she forced the girl's blindfolded face up against her pussy, hissing: "Love me! Use your lips and tongue and do it quickly, or Janine will flay you alive!"
Coerced by pain, sobbing and groaning in her shame and misery, Lisette obeyed, as from time to time the birch fell swiftly across her striped and inflamed bot-tomcheeks. Her tongue dug madly between the thin pink lips of Lucette's quim, finding the love-nodule and rousing the auburn-haired Sapphist to lubricious frenzy till at last she attained her orgasm.
But Lisette's torture was not yet over. A dozen times more the rod rose and fell, till not an inch of white skin was left on those luscious round upstanding netherglobes and the poor girl was dissolved in tears and weeping hysterically as her body jerked uncontrollably this way and that on the whipping bench.
Paulette brought her a flask of smelling salts, and at last they untied her and made her kneel down. The blindfold removed, Janine twisted her fingers in Lisette's hair and commanded, "Now you are going to do the same to the rest of us, little one! And remember what we've told you, or it will be worse the next time!"
And thus, before she was allowed to leave that chamber of iniquity, Lisette Duverneuil had to gama-huch first Janine, then Madeleine, then Suzanne and finally Paulette until each had had fulfillment. Then she was allowed to wash and to dress, and Lucette drove her back home, once more in the chauffeur's attire, her face cold and composed, her smile mocking as she helped the half-fainting blonde bride out of the limousine and up the steps of the little house.
"A bientot, darling!" she laughed as she bade the unhappy young woman au revoir and then drove away, while Lisette slowly and painfully dragged herself up the steps to the door of the house and rang the bell. It was four-thirty, and Jacques would be back in an hour. And this knowledge made Lisette almost beside herself, for her bottom was furiously wealed and inflamed, and the slightest movement made her grimace with pain.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Madame Sancercy was shocked at Lisette's appearance; the young blonde beauty's eyes were still red and swollen and she walked with difficulty, grimacing at nearly every step. "Oh, ma petite, what has happened to you?" she anxiously gasped. And Lisette, realizing that she could not explain away the housekeeper's concern with some glib phrase and thinking in anguish that Jacques would soon return, burst into tears and groaned, "Oh, Madame Sancercy, you mustn't tell Jacques! I implore you not to! I shall go bathe and compose myself, it will be all right. But please-it-it was an accident."
So saying, she hastened to her chambers, and in a few moments was waiting for the tub to fill with cold water. But the sight of her naked body in the full-length door mirror hardly lightened her anguished heart: the crisscrossing stripes of the switches had marked her entire bottom, and even a few scratches and then darkening little weals could be seen at the tops and insides of her milky thighs.
She soaked herself and then, emerging, toweled herself carefully, and next applied cold cream to the inflamed area, then perfumed talc. Then, frantic as her eyes fell on the little alarm clock which she kept in the bathroom-for the hour of his return was at hand-Lisette put on a soft slip and a blue print dress, wanting neither brassiere and certainly not panties, and thrust bare feet into sandals, hoping by this charmingly casual attire to distract her beloved Jacques into admiring her beauty and not taking too intent a look at her still slightly swollen eyes, which she bathed in cold water and then soothed with a solution of boric acid.
When she at last went down to the dining room, Jacques was already at table, eagerly awaiting her. He sprang up, went to her, took her in his arms and kissed her hungrily, as if he had been away a week, just as last week. She closed her eyes and trembled, almost ready to weep out of love for him and the guilty, tragic knowledge of what she must hide from him and the ominous Damoclean sword of summons that must now constantly hang over her golden head. He mistook her trembling for passion, and, his male ego delightfully flattered by this new proof of her love for him, muttered huskily, "I could eat you up, my little Lisette. But wait a bit, we'll have a quick supper, then we'll send Madame Sancercy off to her room and go into my study and lock the door, and there we shall take joy of each other as I know, I feel, you're longing to do."
"Y-yes, my d-darling," Lisette faintly quavered. His hands possessively glided down her waist to her hips, and then, by ill fortune, moved to caress the impudently jutting, upstanding cheeks of her behind which, because of her scanty costume, had become even more provocatively enticing. "Oooh!" she gasped as his fingers tensed against those succulent hemispheres, which at once rekindled the flames of the birching, "D-darling, we-we'd better eat!" she stammered as she squirmingly disengaged herself from his embrace and hurried to her place at the table. Once again, doting on his beautiful golden-haired young bride, Jacques Duverneuil attributed her nervousness and blushes to that adorable child-like modesty which tinged even the most amorous of conjugal acts, and smilingly seated himself.
To his animated and enthusiastic conversation, Lisette paid only token attention. She wished miserably she had had the foresight to have placed a cushion on her chair, for sitting on the chair with her bare bottom pressing through only slip and dress constantly revived the atrocious pangs of the thrashing her Sapphic dominatresses had inflicted on her. When he wasn't looking, she would shift uneasily, wince and catch her breath, then pick at her food as his eyes again returned to her. It was, to say the least, a difficult ordeal for the beautiful and unhappy Lisette. Madame Sancercy served them, beaming her approval of the young lovers, and thought nostalgically of her present little flirtation with the gentleman at the cinema. How sweet it would be, if the autumn of her life, she might imitate the delightful unison of her employer and his adorable young bride, she thought.
But at last his desire for her could no longer be put off, and, the supper dishes cleared away and the housekeeper dismissed, Jacques murmured, "Ma cherie, I need you so! Let's go to bed!"
Lisette was scandalized; her milky cheeks turned a most becoming fiery hue as she lowered her eyes. "But-but-it-it's so early yet, mon amour," she quavered uneasily.
"Ah, that's because you're still my angelic little girl just out of rural school who hasn't yet learned, chaste creature that you are, that it isn't only the night that's made for love, but the evening, yes, and the morning and afternoon too! One of these days, when Papa's work at the firm slackens a bit, I promise you-no, I warn you!-I shall come home for lunch and then lock myself up with you in your bedroom!" So saying, he waggled a playful forefinger at the exquisitely blushing golden-haired young woman.
"Ohh-J-Jacques!" she could only stammer, furiously ill at ease and dreading the night ahead. In his ebullient and ardent mood, there was no way she could prevent his making love to her; frantically, she bethought herself of the female's monthly time, but, alas, that had occurred just a little past two weeks ago and she could hardly refuse him tonight on such grounds.
He left his chair and gallantly helped her up from her chair once again, his hands seized her ripe young hips and pressed her to him, as he kissed her throat. "Go get ready, put on your sheerest nightie, ma mie, I need you so!" he muttered against her lips.
There was no help for it. But at least, she thought, seizing now at straws, if only she could dissuade him from keeping on even the night lamp, she might manage to hide the marring stigmata on her flesh. "All r-right-but you are a wicked man to try to make love to me so much," she tried a playful smile which died away, for his laugh and then his burning kiss on her mouth was followed by the dig of his fingers into her voluptuous behind, and she gasped with pain.
"What's the matter, my darling?" he solicitously inquired as he released her, frowning.
"Oh-it-it's just that I have a tiny headache. Nothing too serious, really. I-I'll go to bed and get a good long sleep and I'll be fine by morning," she blushingly lied.
But Jacques, studying his young wife's delectable young body and observing how tightly her dress seemed to shape out her charms, was not to be denied. "Take it from Dr. Jacques Duverneuil," he teasingly rejoined, "sleeping with one's husband is a sure cure for headaches. Go make yourself more beautiful for me, my golden-haired houri!"
And with this, he gave her a playful slap on the bottom which drew a squeal from poor Lisette, who seemed to spring forward as if propelled, and at once put a hand back to her smarting posterior, while looking reproachfully back at him as she left the room.
Jacques went to his study, read the evening paper and smoked two cigarettes, his pulse hammering with the sarpening of his expectant liaison with lovely Lisette. Then he went to his own room-adjoining her bedroom by a narrow door-showered, put on his pajama trousers and opened the door.
The lights were out, and when his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, he saw Lisette's body under the sheets. He chuckled good-naturedly. "So you're hiding from your ogre of a husband, are you, ma belle?" he asked in great good humor. "Let's see if I can't find you. Here I come, ready or not!" And with this, he advanced to the bed, flung back the sheets and clambered beside his quivering young bride. Turning to her, he clasped her in his arms and began to kiss her cheeks and chin and finally her mouth, his hands greedily cupping her panting breasts, till at last an access of passion seized him and he rolled her atop him, laughing huskily as his hands gripped her bottom-cheeks.
"Ohh-d-don't, darling-you-you're h-hurting me!" Lisette groaned, tears welling to her beautiful blue eyes.
Something in her voice made him stop his playful game and scowl as he rolled her onto her back beside him, then climbed out of bed and turned on the night lamp. "Now what's this nonsense about my hurting you, my beauty?" he grumbled. "Get out of bed and let me get a good look at you. Come to think of it, you've been acting like a scalded cat at the sight of a pan of boiling water. Stand up, I say, and turn your back to me."
Lisette obeyed, her lower lip beginning to tremble, tears glistening in her dilated blue eyes. "Now, pull up that nightie and let's see what's made your bottom so infernally sensitive all of a sudden," he commanded. "I don't recall ever having beaten you-at least not yet. And the lovepat and squeezing I gave you certainly can't have hurt that much. Come now, up with it, or I shall be angry!"
"Oh, J-Jacques-please-" she groaned.
His eyes narrowed with a sudden flash of suspicion. "Are you going to obey me, Lisette, or shall I have to beat you after all?" he demanded, his voice obdurate.
Weeping softly, Lisette stooped-grimacing as she did so-and, taking hold of the hems of her sheer pink silk nightgown, lofted it slowly up to mid-thigh.
"Higher than that! It's your bottom I want to see, my beauty!" was his irritated order.
With a sigh of resignation, Lisette complied; the nightgown, in her trembling fingers, ascended slowly, reluctantly, over the plump round hemispheres of her bottom-and Jacques uttered a strangled, incredulous cry: "But what the devil-how did you get those marks? Mon Dieu, it looks-upon my word, I do believe-yes, certainly, you must have had a whipping! Now what's the meaning of this? Who dared mar that beautiful white flesh so hideously? Answer me, Lisette!"
He rose from the edge of the bed on which he had been sitting, and advanced towards her; Lisette, dropping her nightgown, burst into hysterical sobs and covered her face with her hands as Jacques, furious at this feminine evasion, put a hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him, his other hand forcing away hers: "The truth, Lisette! How did you come by that whipping? The marks are quite fresh-explain this to me, or I swear to you I'll find out the truth for myself even if it costs your bottom another thrashing!"
"Oh no, my love, oh my darling, don't-oh, I couldn't bear an-another wh-whipping now! Oh have mercy, forgive your poor little wife, I implore you!" Lisette feverishly sobbed.
"Then I command you to explain yourself! And quickly, before I lose my patience," Jacques Duverneuil angrily exclaimed.
Yet Lisette, agnozed in the fear that her beloved young husband would detest and spurn her if he knew the perverse adventures she had experienced as a young girl, still hesitated, and took refuge in a lie: "It-it was a b-birthday wh-whipping my-my love," she quavered. "Some friends I knew back in the country-th-they are in Paris now-they had a party for me this afternoon-oh, I swear it's the truth, my darling!"
But from the rising note of panic in her last words, Jacques understood that it was not. He seized his weeping young wife by a wrist and drew her back to the bed. Then, flinging her down over his lap and fucking up the nightgown despite her piteous protests, exposing again the inflamed, streaked cheeks of her once flawlessly milky bottom and, capturing her groping little hands with his left and vising her wrists in his strong grip, he raised his right hand and delivered a furious, sonorous slap against the ripest curve of her right bottomcheek. Instantly a strident cry of pain was torn from poor Lisette, her bare legs flailing up and down as she turned her tearstained face back to him to supplicate for mercy: "Ohh-ahrr! Oh, my love, don't-don't beat me-if you only knew-oh, my darling, I-I endured it for your sake-and now you're punishing me for it-"
"Yes, and I shall spank you till your bottom bleeds if I must, to have the truth! Your birthday indeed, when it comes in March! What fabrication are you inventing? Have you perchance found some old roue you fancy more than me, a man whose warped nature makes him want to mar such beautiful white flesh? Answer me-answer me-answer me, I tell you!" And thrice his hand angrily rose and fell, smiting the inflamed bare bottomglobes till they danced and quaked, while Lisette screamed aloud as all the pangs of the birching were cruelly, burningly, revived.
"Ohhh-ahrr-ohh forgive me-mercy, my love-aiiii-oh, no, no, it wasn't a lover, that I swear to you, my dearest husband! I love only you-but they made me oh no, have pity-ahrr-ohh, no, more, no more, if you love me," Lisette hysterically implored as his hand fell twice more on her burning behind.
"Then tell me the truth, Lisette!" Again his hand fell, and again and again, before the agonized young beauty, her hips jerking and weaving wildly over his lap, capitulated: "Owooeeeeahrrrr! Ohh mercy, darling! Stop-aii-ohh, I'll tell you, oh forgive me-ahrrrr-it hurts me so, Jacques! Oh be kind to be mad give me a minute-I-I'll tell you!"
"All right! One minute exactly-and then the whole truth, or you know what to expect," he growled, holding her wrists tighter than ever and letting his right hand press over her shuddering, inflamed bare bottom to intimate to Lisette what peril she faced.
Weeping then in bitterest shame, Lisette slowly confessed, fearing more the anger and loss of her husband's love than the possibility of his being morally shocked at her Sapphic proclivities. Of these, she managed ingenuously, by dint of telling the story exactly as it happened-starting with that first summer day when she had come upon Janine and her three friends in the summerhouse-to convince him that her sin was hardly so great as she had believed; he well knew that many an adolescent girl, sent to a private girls' school, can readily have a crush on a room mate or older woman who takes the role of tutress and initiatress. But when she came to the ruse by which Janine Ericourt had summoned her only to plunge her back into the toils of Lesbian bondage, he uttered an angry oath: "Mordieu! What a conniving bitch you had for a friend, my poor girl!"
"Ohh, J-Jacques-I was so afraid-I thought you'd look at me as if I were a-a-s-slut-I was so afraid-" she sobbed.
His face grew gentle. "No, darling, I don't blame you. And it's not so serious, after all. There you were, living only with a sick, nearly blind old aunt who couldn't possibly teach you the things every young girl should know, and you had no boys to flirt with and learn from-I'm just as happy you didn't, so I'm sure I was your first lover-"
"Ohh, yes, yes, you were, you are, my dearest darling!" Lisette groaned, again dissolving into tears.
"Very well then, and I believe you," Jacques said tenderly as he lowered Lisette's nightgown and gently lifted her and set her on her feet. "But I have my own opinion about these shameless bitches who intended to corrupt you and turn you away from me-unless, to be sure, you feel more gratified when they caress you than when I do?"
"Oh no! Oh my beloved Jacques, how can you even think such a thing!" Lisette tearfully protested as she circled her beautifully rounded milkysheened arms round his neck and clung to him as if fearing he would disappear forever. "Yes, it's true, when-they made me do-c-certain things-when I was a young girl, I-I was excited. And even today-and-and last week, too-I have to confess that when-when they c-carressed me, I felt p-passion-oh, my darling, does this mean I-I'm a Lesbian, too?"
"Silly little fool, of course it doesn't!" he said tenderly as his hands stroked her quivering sides. "There isn't a girl living who hasn't at one time or another, been aroused by the attentions of another female-particularly when, as is the case with your supposed friends, they are perniciously warped and detest men as much as they do. No, I'm satisfied from first-hand evidence, my dearest wife, that your response to me shows only a very commendably healthy sensualityand I mean to keep it channeled in that direction from now on!"
With this, he whispered something into her ear, and Lisette gasped, blushed, then shyly nodded. And he added, as an amusedly ironic commentary, "If it appears to me that being punished on your lovely behind seems to excite you most, then be very sure I shall take charge of your disciplining to my own advantage from this moment forth, for I am jealous of anyone else's abrogating my rights! Now come, Lisette darling, come back to bed, and I'll see if I can't make you forget that sensitive and tender backside of yours!"
Now, stooping, he caught up the hems of her nightgown and lofted it from her quivering, voluptuous, naked young body, and let it fall to the floor, as, next, he unfastened his pajama trousers, let them slither down and impatiently kicked them off. His penis, rampant with desire, rigid and aching with longing, pressed meaningfully against the dark-golden curls of her pubis, and Lisette moaned with a sweet delirium, huddling tightly against him, content in her little world of knowing herself still adored by this masterful and sympathetically tolerant young husband of hers. Tears brimmed her curly lashes as she gratefully thought how lucky she was to have such an understanding mate, and now all the dread which Janine Ericourt had tried to inculcate in her ebbed away. And since her emotions had been so frantically roused this eventful day, the disappearance of that fear left her shuddering with an unfulfilled ardor, to which the Lesbians' whipping and enforced caress had already incited her highly strung feminine nerves.
"Ohh darling-ah-yes-take me-oh, I'm yours-I don't ever want to see those dreadful women again-protect me from them, my dearest Jacques!" she panted, as she pressed her loins urgently against his, wanting to feel the harsh glory of his penetration, which would free her once and for all of the haunting fear that she was, like those women, tainted by warped, unnatural desires.
"Have no fear, little one, I'll protect you-but as to your not seeing them again, I shan't agree to that," he murmured huskily as he bent his head to take one of her rosy nipple buds between his lips and suck and kiss it lovingly, then flick it with the tip of his tongue, till Lisette's head fell back, her eyes closing, and she moaned with mounting desire and acquiescence.
He lifted her in his arms and bore her back to the bed. "But this time," he playfully whispered, "so as to ease your tender bottom, I'm going to be your sultan and let you serve me as a harem slave would, by lying atop me. Here, I'll show you!"
Blushing furiously, Lisette allowed herself to be drawn over his naked body till she felt the exquisitely pulsing pressure of his cock against the now moistening and twitching lips of her Venus-shrine. Closing her eyes and shuddering, she enlaced him with her beautiful bare arms, while he artfully slid his hands between their bodies, parting the lips of her quim and with the fingers of his other hand, guiding his rampant organ into that delicious warm tight haven.
Then, when he felt himself well planted into her, he moved his hands out from their quivering naked loins and gently squeezed the inflamed cheeks of her bare bottom. "Now, my dearest little girl," he huskily instructed, "move up and down a little, but slowly, following the guidance of my hands ... when I squeeze your behind, sink back down and absorb me, my beloved Lisette, my little harem slave!"
Lisette began to essay this new and thrilling game, her face fiery with blushes-for the lights were still on. The panting turrets of her milky breasts flattened with exquisitely rasping friction against his chest, and the friction of her hardening nipples against his naked skin acted as a cantharide on Jacques Duverneuil. Besides, he could not help conjuring up in his agile brain the images of his young wife's punishment by the Lesbians, which roused him even more furiously.
Lisette groaned as his fingers tensed with accelerated cadence on the ripely rounded hemispheres of her welted and inflamed behind. But to her surprise, she found that the up-and-down maneuvering created a cumulative frictional goad that made her loins seethe with desire and that the pain of her buttocks merged into the sum total of her sensual feelings, so that pain bcame at last pleasure. She began to sob, then groan in her wakened ecstasy; her face a lovely flushed mask of mingled rapture, maidenly shame and sweet torment, till at last she could bear no more, and gasped, "oh-oh mon Dieu-m'amour, take me-ahh-oh, it's so good-I love you, I adore you, I'm all yours-oh my sweetheart, my Jacques-my master, my king-oooohhhhahhhh!"
In that inchoate nirvana of delight, she felt his savage gush into her womb, and her own tides flooded down to meet his spending; crushing her breasts against his straining chest, Lisette writhed in the bliss of simultaneous climax, and there were no longer any shadowing doubts concerning her thorough conversion to the "normalcy" of heteroxexual love!
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
When the young couple had effected this magnificent "reconciliation" and Lisette had finally wakened from the near-swooning coma which the violently exciting climax had occasioned, Jacques drew her tenderly down beside him and, turning to her, his fingers caressing her swelling bosom and inner thighs, resumed their intimate discussion of the problem at hand.
"I said a little while ago, ma mie, that I would protect you from these unscrupulous harpies, and so I shall. But it is necessary for you to see them again, and, moreover, to lure them here to visit you."
"But why, my dearest one?"
"Because, Lisette, I have a score to settle with them. A considerable one, indeed. To begin with, they dared to try to blackmail you into being their slave and in seeking to make you repudiate your conjugal vows, which is intolerable to me as a man. Then, they dared punish your adorable flesh and to mark it unesthetically so that you were afraid to show yourself to me, who adores every part of you. Besides which, they spied on us, for they must have traced you through the services of a private detective to learn where you lived and that I was away all last week. Boldly sure of themselves and, so they thought, of you, they went so far as to summon you this afternoon, when they knew I would return from the office at suppertime. No, they have me to deal with now, and once and for all I shall have my vengeance. When it is finished, I do not think you will ever hear from them again."
Lisette, still blushing adorably-for the lights remained on-quivered as his fingers rubbed her nipples, then moved along her satiny inner thigh towards the moist pinklipped nook of her womanhood; already desire was stirring again in her love-grotto. And, maturing in this crucible of marital dissension which had become such idyllic harmony as at its happy outset, the charming golden-haired young woman dared extend her soft little hand and take hold of his weapon, which throbbed and hardened at once like a captive bird seeking to fly away. She regarded this instrument of her gratification with widened and now eager eyes, and her breath came more quickly as she realized that from this moment forth, there could never be any deception between them. Oh, how fortunate she was to have found such a wise and understanding husband!
"What-what are you going to do to them, darling?" she whispered.
"It is you," he corrected tenderly, putting his hand over hers and smiling lovingly at her, "who are going to pay them back in kind. And I think Madame Sancercy will prove an indispensable ally for this little plan I have in mind. Now listen carefully, mamie. As a lawyer, I have only to confront them with my knowledge of the law to terrify them with the idea of civil suits and imprisonment for their blackmail and their physical assault. I do not think they would care for the ensuing scandal in the press, and all their wealth would not be enough to suppress it. In a word, ma petite Lisette, you're going to whip them soundly, and of course I shall help as will Madame Sancercy. Now, at the very next summons you receive you will send back word that I have gone out of town unexpectedly, and beg them to come visit you. You will take them to our cellar, where unless I greatly misjudge, there are a few useful apparatuses that can serve as whipping posts. When they leave our house, my beautiful, naive Lisette, they will never want to see you again, for they will be able to remember you only to their eternal shame! And now enough of talk, my insatiable little wife-it would appear you want to give me proof again that you prefer a man to a woman beside you in bed, n-est-ce-pas?"
"Ohh yes, m'amour, yes, yes!" Lisette moaned as his cock slipped into her twitching love-cavern, and she put an arm round his shoulders and strained herself against him....
That next "summons" did not occur till the following Friday, when, a little after lunchtime, "Lucien" again presented herself at the door of the Duverneuil house with a note for Lisette. Madame Odette Sancercy, who by this time had been apprised of the situation, obsequiously received the supposed "chauffeur" and begged her to wait in the salon till Lisette could receive her. This done, she went into the bedroom where Lisette was about to take a nap.
The golden-haired young bride emerged, wearing a white satin negligee and fluffy blue mules, both presents from her adoring husband, and Lucette Des-champs' eyes blazed with anticipation as they scanned the voluptuously rounded young body in that scanty and enhancing costume. "I'm so sorry," Lisette explained breathlessly, "but I can't come now. You see, my husband just phoned me from the office that he has to catch the train to Bordeaux and will be gone ten days, and I'm looking for some papers he needs which my housekeeper will take to him. Couldn't Janine and the others come here instead? I-I promise I shall be very good." With this, the adorable young woman demurely lowered her eyes and blushed, and Lucette, taken in by the ruse, at once exclaimed, "Why of course they can, they'll be happy to, ma petite! It will be so much more thrilling here in your very own house! Yes, as if you were bringing your lover here while your husband's away-how spicy and delicious it will be! But let me take the papers to your husband, Lisette, I'll be happy to do you a good turn, and then I'll go back and bring the others!"
"Oh, how nice of you, dear Lucette! I'll only be a moment, I've just to put the papers Jacques needs in an envelope and address it," Lisette told her. Back in her bedroom, the golden-haired bride telephoned Jacques and quickly informed him what had happened.
"Excellent, it's working better than I'd hoped," he enthused. "Now listen carefully. As soon as this famous chaffeur brings me the envelope, I'll take a cab home and hide myself in the cellar with Madame Sancercy. Then we'll be ready for them when they take you down there to punish you, my beauty. Pretend to be eager to see them-"
"Oh, never fear, I shall be, my darling! I can hardly wait to see how it'll all turn out," Lisette giggled happily. Then, after hanging up, she folded half a dozen sheets of blank paper, thrust them into a large envelope which she sealed, and on which she wrote her husband's name and the address of his law office. Returning to the salon, she gave the envelope to Lucette.
"You're sure he's going away for at least a week, Lisette? I don't think Janine and the others would like it if they found you, you're playing a prank on us," the auburn-haired slim Lesbian warned, adjusting her vi-sored cap and stuffing the envelope into the back pocket of her liveried trousers.
"Oh, yes, he's leaving, he's waiting for the envelope now," Lisette blurted, "I just phoned him you'd be bringing it to him. Oh do hurry-I can't wait to see my dearest friends again!"
"Very well," Lucette agreed. "A bientot then, little one. I can hardly wait, myself, to take you over my lap and spank that lovely big white bottom of yours and then have you thank me as sweetly as you did the last time-souviens-tu, hein?"
At this salacious reminder of how she had been made to gamahuch the "chauffeur" while lying tied to the whipping bench under the whistling birch, Lisette blushed vividly and lowered her eyes. Lucette chuckled maliciously, nodded, and left the house.
At once Lisette called the housekeeper and explained what had occurred. Odette Sancercy smiled knowingly. "Have no fear, little one, I used to be a school teacher before my marriage, and I often gave the rod and ferule to naughty little girls. The only difference will be that these are big ones, but I assure you they will cry just as loudly as those I had occasion to chastise."
Odette Sancery was forty-five, buxom, with dark-brown hair fixed in an imposing oval bun at the back of her neck. Of medium height, with rounded face and dark brown eyes, sensous mouth and aquiline nose, she was still physically desirable, with tawny skin and still splendidly firm bosom and haunches and thighs. She had married at the age of thirty, been widowed eight years later, and had regretted her childless estate. Her affection for Lisette was therefore what she might have had for her own flesh and blood.
But Lucette Deschamps had had misgivings about Lisette's almost eager suggestion that her employers visit the Duverneuil house. By way of precaution, she stopped the limousine at a nearby kiosk, and used the public phone to call Jacques' office. As it chanced, the receptionist took the call. "Can you tell me whehter M'sieu Jacques Duverneuil has left for Bordeaux yet?" she inquired. The receptionist at once retorted, "Mais non, M'amselle, so far as I know, he's not going there again, as that case was just concluded."
"Thank you," said Lucette and hung up before the startled girl could inquire as to the identity of the caller. Then, taking the envelope from her pocket, she opened it and her eyes narrowed with anger to see the folded blank sheets. "A very clever trick," she said slowly to herself. "But two can play at that game as well as one."
She smoked a cigarette, then another, while she thought the situation over. Then she telephoned Janine and swiftly explained what had happened. Thereupon, she got back into the limousine and drove slowly back to the Duverneuil house and again rang the bell. This time, Lisette opened the door.
"What a charming man your husband is, to be sure," Lucette said glibly. "He gave me a message for you. He wants you to come directly to his office. Something very important has come up."
"Oh?"
"It's true. My, how polished and handsome he is-no wonder, ma petite, you're fond of him. I can't say that I blame you. If it weren't that I hate men after what my stepfather did to me, I might just set my cap at this Jacques of yours. But hurry up and dress, I'm to take you there at once."
Lisette did not for a moment suspect that Lucette had not driven to Jacques' office. She thereupon hurried back to her bedroom to put on brassiere and panties, a slip and her pretty blue silk dress, fleshcolored hose and pumps and her furtrimmed coat and little turban, and hastened out to the limousine at the curb, after telling Madame Sancercy that she was going to her husband's office.
But when the limousine headed for the southern part of Paris rather than to the northwest, which was the direction of Jacques' office-Lisette nervously inquired, "But which way are you going, Lucette? This is the opposite direction."
"I know, you little liar," Lucette mockingly observed without turning her head. "So you thought you'd get us all over at your place and then have your precious husband walk in on us, did you? I'm afraid Janine will be very vexed with you, petite. We're going there, you see. And those papers your husband needed-now why would a lawyer need sheets of blank paper, when I'm sure there are plenty of office supplies where he works."
Lisette uttered a horrified cry, and tried to reach the handle of the door, but Lucette stepped on the accelerator, and the powerful limousine shot down the Boulevard des Escarpins, at a speed that utterly prevented the golden-haired bride from even thinking of leaping out of the vehicle....
Odette Sancery was uneasy to see her charge leave the house with the chauffeured Lesbian, for that hadn't been in the plan at all. And so she telephoned Jacques Duverneuil at once, just to verify her suspicions. He, however, was already preparing to leave for his house, for the receptionist had recalled the curious telephone inquiry about his projected trip to Bordeaux and had casually mentioned it to him.
"Devil take it, she ought never to have fallen for that game," he exploded. "Now we'll have to fine her, you and I. Fortunately, I recall the name she mentioned, Janine Ericourt ... Madame Maurice Ericourt, and Lisette did say the house is near the Porte Neuilly. Perhaps there's a listing in the telephone book-wait a bit ... ah, here we are! Yes, address and all. Madame Sancercy, take a cab at once to Numero Cinq, Rue de la Brizarde, in the Porte Neuilly district. I'll leave at once from my office and join you there. Perhaps it isn't too late to save Lisette."
* * *
Lucette, seizing Lisette by the wirst, dragged her up the steps to the door of the Ericourt house and rang the bell. The door at once opened, and Janine and Madeline Surmain, clad in only negligees and high-heeled pumps, aided the chauffeur-attired Lesbian in forcing the struggling, protesting golden-haired captive into the house and hurrying her down the narrow stairway to the basement chamber, where all was in readiness.
"So, ma belle," Janine panted as she bound Lisette's wrists behind her back, while Suzanne and Paulette began methodically to disrobe the weeping, pleading victim, "you'd try to get back at us, would you? Little liar and doubledealer! When we send you back to your fine husband this time, you'll not be able to sit down for a month!"
"Let me go, do you hear? I-I've told him everything about you-how you've threatened me, made do those shameful things-I don't want to, ever again, do you understand?" Lisette cried, vainly trying to wriggle free of her captresses. But by now she was reduced to garterbelt, panties, hose and pumps, and Lucette, Madeleine and Janine forced her towards the whip-pingbench, on which Paulette had already put a thick round pouf which was to project her condemned posterior up to the kisses of the rod.
Her wrists and ankles corded securely, the pouf under her belly arching up her round full buttocks till they threatened to burst through the thin white panties, Lisette found herself helpless to the vindictive and punitive desires of the infuriated Lesbian quintet. Suzanne brought a pail of water and laughingly doused it over the panties, while Lucette, who was accorded the honor as reward for having unveiled the young bride's counterplot, greedily selected a birch from half a dozen soaking in brine-filled buckets, and, swishing it in the air, announced, "You are going to be thrashed till the panties are torn from your impudent posterior, ma petite! Then you're going to apologize to all of us and beg for a sound spanking, and we'll first dress you like a naughty little schoolgirl in pinafore and rompers and short socks and sandals, and you shall be well punished by each of us in turn and love us all in the ways you have learned from us, tu com-prends? And finally, you're going to write your husband a letter telling him you want a divorce because you remain true to your first and only lovers-all of us! Yes, petite, that's what's going to happen to a naughty child who gets ideas too big for her country bumpkin's mind! And now, attention to the birch!"
Lisette vainly tugged at her bonds, but they held her pitilessly; Janine and Suzanne had gone to a nearby chaise longue to lie together and watch the execution, while Paulette and Madeleine cuddled in a deep loveseat drawn up to one side of the whipping bench.
The rod rose menacingly, poised in the air, then fell with a moist, cruel Huishhthuckk! across the flinching, lewdly upreared summits of Lisette's bottom; the soaked fabric of her panties was no protection-indeed, it seemed to intensify the smarting cut-and she lifted her head and emitted a strangled scream of anguish: "Ohhh-aahrr!"
"That, petite, is only the beginning. Save your voice a while, you will sing better than Mademoiselle For-restier at the Opera-Comique before I've finished with you," Lucette hissed as she again lifted the rod....
Jacques Duverneuil and Madame Odette Sancercy arrived almost simultaneously, and, paying off their cabdrivers, ascended the steps of the Ericourt house. Jacques rang the doorbell insistently, but there was no reply. In the soundproofed cellar, moreover, the sadistic Lesbian beauties could not possibly have heard it anyway.
Momentarily baffled, the handsome black-haired attorney at last exclaimed, "Round the back, Madame Sancercy, perhaps we'll find a window we can open!" This time, luck was with him; the little window of the pantry facing the garden yielded to his energetic tugging, and a few moments later he and the housekeeper were inside the Ericourt house.
A swift search of the house revealed nothing. Madame Sancercy diligently pursued the search, however, and a few moments later discovered that the narrow door in the pantry opened to a flight of narrow stairs. Jacques and she swiftly descended, and came at once upon the open door of the huge, luxuriously furnished chamber of orgies just in time to see Lucette swing down the supple birch rod across Lisette's writhing hips and to hear Lisette's shrill cry of agony: "Ooohheeeeeyahrrrrrowwwwwouuuuuh!!"
A dozen vigorous strokes had already been applied here and there, especially over the summits, where the pouf under the golden-haired victim's belly had thrust up her bottom so tightly, the soaked material of the panties was torn, and Jacques ground his teeth to see the livid, darkening streaks left by the withes on that milky flesh.
"I regret to call a halt to your enjoyment, Mesde-moiselles," he said aloud with sardonic relish, "but if anyone whips Lisette, it shall be myself!"
A chorus of cries of alarm and anger and shame rose from the five beautiful Lesbians; Lucette, petrified, dropped the rod, her mouth gaping in stupefaction as she turned to confront Jacques on the threshold of the chamber.
"How dare you! By what right do you force yourself into my house?" Brunette Janine Ericourt demanded, her eyes flaming pools of venomous spite as she rose from the chaise longue, while the astounded wheat--haired Amazonian Suzanne, her negligee rumpled up over her smooth belly and her blonde love-muff moist from Janine's sly fingerings, stared as if she could not believe the testimony of her eyes.
"By the right of a husband to claim his abducted and assaulted wife," he replied. "I have an infallible witness here in Madame Odette Sancercy, my housekeeper, whose testimony on the witness stand in Civil Court will be instrumental in obtaining heavy damages on behalf of Lisette."
"You-you wouldn't dare take this to court," Janine gasped, paling before the calm, cold menace in his face. "The scandal-"
"The scandal indeed, Madame Ericourt-but it would be on your side entirely. Let me see-blackmail, intimidation, physical harm, even kidnapping-yes, the charges mount steadily. Even alienation of affections, for I understand you wished Lisette to renounce me and give herself only to all of you. Madame Sancercy, if you please, find a telephone and call the gendarmes!"
"Mon Dieu, non! Not that-please," Janine chokingly gasped.
"I see," he observed with a mocking little bow, "that you perceive what an excellent case I shall have in court. I take it, then, you don't wish it to come to that?"
"N-no-take your Lisette and leave us, then, we shan't invite her here again, I can promise," Janine said dully, as she glanced nervously over to the whipping bench, where Lisette lay sobbing with mingled pain and relief.
"I will drop the charge of blackmail by accepting that promise, Madame," Jacques resumed, with an air of mock-politeness that made him all the more menacing to the cowering beauties. "But we haven't yet touched on the matter of kidnapping, assault, intimidation and alienation of affections. I must be repaid for those and in full before I leave this house."
"Do you mean you wish money for the enjoyment we've had of your precious little Lisette?" Janine Ericourt scornfully sneered. "I see it now, you're nothing better than a pimp-ohh-ahrr! How-how dare you!"
For at that insult, Jacques' face had whitened; he had promptly slapped Janine's cheek so viciously that her head had rocked back at the impact, and a blazing red splotch marked her satiny cheek.
"No, Madame, the pay I refer to is not measured in terms of francs, but in satisfaction and retribution."
"Then-then what do you want?" Janine sobbed.
"That each of you receive just what you have given my wife-in sum, a sound thrashing. Wait a bit before you refuse these terms; for if you do, I swear I shall press charges and have you all jailed, fingerprinted like common criminals, and tell the newspaper reporters why it is I am having you arraigned. You see, Lisette is blameless; I alone reply for her behavior, and it is impeccable. But you, disgusting and predatory creatures who think only of your perverse, selfish pleasures, who have no concept of the lasting love between man and woman, whose very erotic adventures are sterile and jaded, you will be exposed for what you are!"
"My God-you-you want to wh-whip us?" Suzanne stammered. "Oh, the shame of it, to have a man do such a thing-"
"Not I. I shall simply officiate to see that justice is done," Jacques Duverneuil retorted. "I would not soil my hands with any of you, Mesdemoiselles! No, my housekeeper and Lisette shall administer the punishment. Now what is your answer? Shall it be the courts and the notoriety, or will you courageously accept an overdue reckoning of accounts?"
Suzanne and Janine exchanged agonized glances, as did Paulette with Madeleine. Lucette, however, at the thought of being humbled and flogged, rebelled; with a cry of rage, she declaimed, "Non! Jamais de ma vie! I'd rather die!" And, retrieving the discarded birch with which she had flogged Lisette, she tried to strike at the handsome black-haired attorney.
But Madame Odette Sancercy caught Lucette's wrist and, twisting it expertly, made the chauffeur-attired auburn-haired Lesbian shriek in pain as she dropped the frayed birch. Then, deftly seizing the young woman's other wrist, she forced the fuming, struggling beauty over to the pillory, opened the toppiece and pressed Lucette's neck and wrists into the yokeholes, then locked the top-pieces down.
"At your service, M'sieu Duverneuil," she said, a little breathlessly, as she hurried over to the bench to untie Lisette and lift her gently to her feet.
"Brava!" he commended the housekeeper. "My poor little darling, it's over now. But how shamelessly you appear before your husband. We must remedy that. Madame Sancercy, do me the favor of obliging one of these creatures"-he pronounced this word with utmost scorn-"to lend my wife her negligee."
The brown-haired housekeeper, eyes flashing in anger, threateningly approached coppery-haired Paulette, who, wide-eyed with fear, swiftly doffed her creamy colored negligee and proffered it, heedless of her own delectable nakedness. Lisette hastily covered her nakedness, and then embraced her husband, bursting into a crisis of happy tears. "I thought they'd whip me to death, m'amour," she confided.
"Now, now, my darling, it's over. And you shall show me what you've learned, but this time in a far less passive way," Jacques joked. "Madame Sancercy, suppose you make that naked young woman protect her modesty by taking Lisette's place on the whipping bench and fastening her securely?"
"Gladly, M'sieu," the housekeeper joyously laughed. Seizing Paulette Renaud by the earlobe as she would a naughty child, and emphasizing her commands with openhanded slaps on Paulette's oval bottomcheeks, she forced the tearful model over to the bench, made her lie down on it, and then swiftly tied her wrists and ankles, as Lisette's had been; the same pillow projected Paulette's voluptuous bare hindquarters up in the most lascivious way.
"Now, ladies, though that term is hardly fitting for you, if you will all emulate your companion there and remove your negligees, we shall prepare you for atonement," Jacques turned back to the cowering Suzanne, Madeleine and Janine.
"Not-n-naked, please, M'sieu Duverneuil," Suzanne breathed, her cheeks flaming, "not before you-"
"You flatter yourself," he sneered, "if you think I would be at all tempted by your perverted body. Strip, before I have my housekeeper do it for you!"
Suzanne whimpered as the buxom Odette Sancercy approached her, and hastily rising from the loveseat, tugged off her negligee and let it fall, then buried her face in her hands as the housekeeper pushed her towards the St. Andrews' cross and tied her wrists and ankles to the metal rings set into the wooden X-frame.
Madeleine Surmain pleaded tearfully to be spared, but the adamant young husband warned her she would only aggravate her case, and she at last was naked and weeping, leaving only Janine Ericourt to confront the wrath of Lisette's virile avenger. Madame Sancercy forced Madeleine over to a tall leather-padded stool, made her drape herself over it, then strapped her wrists and ankles tightly and left her there to await her punishment.
Before Jacques' angry gaze, Janine quailed, and at last, weeping bitterly, removed her negligee. For her, the sawhorse was reserved, and Madame Sancercy unceremoniously took her by the earlobe, as she had done with Paulette, smacking Janine's magnificent bare behind en route till at last the brunette Sapphist was painfully straddled astride the sawhorse, wrists and ankles bound to the lower legs, her buttocks distended lewdly by the narrow horizontal ridge of the apparatus.
Jacques seated himself on an ottoman and lit a cigarette. "And now, Lisette, Madame Sancercy, I leave the field of endeavor to your lovely right arms," he said jokingly.
Lisette gasped with child-like delight to find herself at last in charge of these women. Going to the panoply on the wall, she selected a broad thick black leather strap, and decided to begin with Janine, her preceptress in these pernicious little games. The brunette, with a cry of alarm, writhed on the sawhorse, her ten-derest parts chafed by the infernal ridge: "Ohh no! Mignonne, oh have mercy on me-not with that horrid strap, you will hurt me too much!"
"Not so much as you would have hurt me just now, and the worst hurt of all by making me give up my adored Jacques!" was the pitiless answer; Lisette, eyes glowing, round young breasts swelling gloriously against the clinging negligee, raised the strap and brought it down with a snister Crackk! across the broadest curves of Janine's writhing naked bottom, wresting a frantic, strident cry: "Eouuowwwww! Ohh, mignonne, pity, I can't bear it! Oh have mercy!"
Madame Sancercy selected a birch, and, stepping towards the whipping bench, began Paulette Renaud's atonement with a slashing, dextrous cut over the tops of the coppery-haired beauty's hips; at once a wild cry of pain rose and Paulette's naked lithe body jerked convulsively against her bonds.
Jacques watched, his eyes glittering at the lubri-cious, exciting scene before him. Lisette, panting with exertion, flailed Janine's behind till the brunette Lesbian was nearly fainting with agony; her spasmodic twisting over the horse irritated the soft nook of her quim, and she constantly implored Lisette, "Oh, Dieu, it's too much-ahrr-ohh, if you must w-whip me, take me down from this infernal horse, you're tearing me raw-" But it availed her nothing.
Paulette had no reason to complain of not receiving her fair share; Madame Sancercy cast aside the frayed birch after some thirty cuts which left the redhead's writhing bare buttocks welted and bleeding. Then the housekeeper seized a riding crop and approached the St. Andrews' cross, at which Suzanne, pressing her trembling naked body against the harsh wood, feverishly and tearfully begged for mercy. But thirty lashes left her superb carnation-satiny bottomglobes blazing with weals, as she sagged, half-swooning, from her shackles.
Lisette, who had come to Jacques for encouragement and many a tender kiss, now had regained her second wind. Taking one of the birch rods soaking in the bucket of brine, she strode towards the whipping stool over which brown-haired mature Madeleine Surmain was bound, and began the fustigation at once with a swishing cut that leaped the withes round the naked victim's hips and drew a shriek of torment and the most lascivious wrigglings. Jacques observed that his beautiful young bride was deriving erotic pleasure from this active participation and smiled knowingly to himself. When at last Lisette stopped, out of breath, the birch was frayed and Madeleine's naked behind and upper thighs were vividly striated and here and there pearls of blood oozed from the intersecting weals.
Now finally it was the turn of Lucette in the pillory, who by now was horrified at the sounds of the preceding four punishments and was struggling to free herself. Lisette obligingly lowered the chauffeur's breeches, exposing Lucette's naked bottom and legs beneath, while Madame Sancercy, taking a longhand-led bathbrush, began to spank the jouncy, resilient naked globes with vehement, sonorous smacks that soon had Lucette humbly and tearfully begging for mercy.
But Madame Sancercy was personally angered most of all by Lucette over the latter's posing as a man, and resorted to the bristled side of the brush for another twenty spanks which made the auburn-haired victim hysterically forget her Sapphic penchant so far as to shamelessly offer herself to Jacques if only he would call a halt to the thrashing. His reply was annihilating to Lucette's self-esteem: "Madame Sancercy, show that shameless bitch how little I think of her charms by rubbing the bristles against the place where she wished to invite me!" And the housekeeper, despite Lucette's wild cries and supplications, vindictively scraped the stiff bristles of the brush back and forth over Lucette's agonized quim.
"Now that justice has been done, I leave you all," Jacques said as he lit a final cigarette. "My wife, Madame Sancercy and myself will say nothing of what has just happened-unless, of course, any of you should be foolish enough to try to communicate with us again. Come, my darling. Tonight, since you have such an enthusiasm for spanking, I shall see if I can't from now on satisfy all your hidden little needs!"
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And that night, indeed, in their conjugal bedroom, Lisette shamelessly and joyously laid herself across her adoring husband's lap, herself rolling up her sheer nightgown so that he might "prepare" her voluptuous bottom with a good handspanking before finishing her amorous correction with twenty strokes of the back of a hairbrush ... and then, in his virile embrace, she knew at last the glorious difference between the perverse Lesbian lash and the conjugal lash of love!
