Janine had witnessed every day harder and more severe corrections on Solange's behind, and the more the girl was resisting, she said, the more Janine wanted to receive a spanking herself. She was not scared any more when her Uncle lifted her dress to spank her. Sometimes her uncle forced Solange to remain in humiliating poses, her legs taken apart, bending forwards, displaying her heavy buttocks and the two mouths in her slit, or laying on the sofa, on her back, with her legs wide open and folded on her belly. Sometimes he had her serve the dinner bare-breasted, and Janine loved it because she found the maid's teats attractive. But Janine was also receiving more and more severe punishments from her uncle and the sound of slaps on her bare flesh was to be heard quite often in the house. Uncle had never used the cat o'nine tails with her, and Janine was proud to say that she was more and more resistant and kept her legs closed tight together for a longer period every day under the torture.
Monique smiled at such innocence, and at what it made her remember.
Sometimes, Uncle would go into Solange's room, and then Janine could hear the cries of the girl, the noise of the blows, and then the voluptuous sighs after the cries of pain. It did not take long for Janine to realize that Solange was really her uncle's slave, and that she loved to be corrected and chastised. That cooled the atmosphere between the two girls. Jealousy? Who can say what happens in a young girl's mind?
The child violently blushed and stopped talking. Monique let her think for awhile and then put on her dress again, and started buttoning her blouse. The child stopped her:
“No, no… not yet. I beg your pardon, I will tell you everything.”
Monique then caressed the child and let her replace her hands in her blouse and under her dress.
“Well, the other day, he spanked me very hard, and obliged me to get completely naked, I was crying a lot, but the more I cried, the more he spanked me. He even took his whip, and he was menacing me. Then I had to…”
“You had to do what?”
“I had to do as a crab…”
“As a crab?”
“Yes, on all fours. He looked at me and touched my slit.”
“Ah! And after?”
“He sat on the edge of the sofa and got all naked, then he ordered me to caress this… thing…”
“His rod?”
“That is how you name it…”
“With your hands?”
“At first… (then the girl blushed) then I had to… kiss it.”
“Is that all? He did not ask you to taste it?”
“Yes… yes, like a lollipop, he used to say.”
“And you sucked it for a long time?”
“Oh yes, it was big, hard. He was holding my head, or pinching my nipples when I wanted to stop, and, all of a sudden he said: There. Swallow, Janine darling, swallow all that…' and I felt in my throat something slimy, sour, warm. I was nauseous and I wanted to go away from him, but he held my head. I had his tool in my throat, and I had to swallow everything. I did it, and then he let me go and said, 'Now you are really a young girl little Janine, tomorrow I will give you an enema with that special nozzle and you will see how good it is.'”
Monique let the child suck at her hardened breasts for a good while, then said:
“And the next day?”
“Well it all started again. He spanked me all naked, and I had to do the crab, then he ordered me to kneel by the side of the bed, my thighs opened… and he placed his… rod on my behind.”
“On the hole?”
“Yes, and then on the slit. It was good- he caressed me with it. It was feeling good just as it does when I caress myself with my finger… even better; it was softer, and my head was feeling all warm…”
“And then?”
“Then he ordered me to take a horizontal position, leaning on my hands… Then he put something greasy in my behind, it felt funny. He moved his finger completely in my belly. Then he took hold of my bottom, posed his big tool on my puckered mouth, and told me to do as if I wanted to do something, and little by little I felt that he was putting his tool in my belly. It hurt terribly, it hurt so much that at first I could not even cry I wanted to move away from him, but he was holding me firmly. And it was still going in me, it was big, and long… and long… then I felt his belly against my buttocks, and he stopped. As I was crying he caressed me.”
“Was it hurting you?”
“Not when he stopped. I just felt that my hole was widened. It hurt a little, but most of all, I was scared.”
“And after?”
“He waited a moment, and remained motionless, while caressing my breasts and under my belly, my slit with his fingers; then little by little, he moved his thing in my belly slowly at first then faster and faster. I was hurt at first but then as he caressed me at the same time, I felt better. I was not contracted anymore and I was less scared. Then it stopped hurting, and he moved in me as I had seen him do in Nadine's belly. I heard him sighing, gasping on my back, and suddenly, deeply in me, he stopped…”
“After?”
“After he stopped, he put me on my back and caressed my slit and sucked at my little button till I had pleasure. When it was all over, he sent me away and told me to grow fast so that he could take my virginity and make me become a real woman.”
“And since?”
“And since yesterday, nothing happened with me. I hear Solange crying this morning in her room and Uncle came down with his cat o'nine tails, but Solange refused to tell me anything. Tonight as we are expecting guests, I was told to go to bed early. This afternoon Uncle is working in the attic; I do not know at what, he has ropes with him.”
“Try to know,” said Monique, guessing that soon something new would happen.
“I will try. But I am scared of mice!”
Monique burst out laughing and soon fell in voluptuousness under young Janine's tongue. The child's head was deeply dug between the two magnificent tanned and widely open thighs. Soon after that, they left the place, and separated, deciding to meet the next day.
CHAPTER TEN
Monique, with one sudden move of her rear, separated from the man, feeling the wet and slippery rod slide out of her guts. She had been taken four times, and was mad because not only had she received no pleasure from that embrace, but she was hurt, as he had been brutal. She silently dressed and went out, draped in her black cape, in front of an annoyed Max.
The fresh air calmed and eased her mood. She was angry at Max for not being able to moderate his appetite and his guests' appetites. And besides that she felt no pleasure at the same old mirror game that was only a forward to the complete sodomization of her being.
She went back to Sonia and slept miserably. The day went slowly. She did not go swimming, and refused to let little Jacques caress her belly. She met Janine at the same place in the woods and a long embrace had them rolling under the pine trees in the dunes. Monique gave herself completely under the child's caress. When the haze of pleasure that dimmed her vision and blurred the trees and the landscape around her had faded, she stretched and, while she was caressing her breasts, asked Janine to tell her about the past evening at her Uncle's.
When coming home, Janine took advantage of her uncle being in the garden, to go in the attic. It was a huge room under the roof that covered the house's whole surface. It had huge timbers, and ropes were hanging from the ceiling-she could not at once understand why. The only light was given by some candles here and there, and also a couple of oil lamps. In one corner of the room there was a kind of closet, the door of which was made of disjointed panels. She looked inside, and decided that that would be the ideal spot to go at the proper time.
