CHAPTER SIX
JANINE
Monique left Jacques playing alone on the beach and on her way back home she met a little girl, thirteen years ago, approximately, Janine B…, residing for her vacation by her uncle, old bachelor, in a nearby valley. She was advanced and well formed for her age, the clothes, light coton cardigan, and very short, underlined the pretty curves of her nubile body. The face was of no particular beauty, but was reflecting a lot of tendernesse mixed with a certain naivete… She seemed shy, and was very often alone. Monique said hello to her, and they started wandering together in the woods.
Shortly after that meeting, they were sitting, hidden by a thick bush, and were chattering about things and others, when the little girl, whose eyes seemed fascinated by Monique's bosom, complimented her on the beauty of her breasts. She was amazed at the perfection of the two conic fruits, like Chinese hats, pointing under the cardigan… One word bringing another, and one compliment its like, the soon were both bare breasted, and Monique laid on her back, letting the young girl avidly kiss her teats.
When she thought that the kid had had enough kisses for the moment, she pushed her away from her breasts and caressed the child's small but already provocating bosom, while questioning her. The child, lost in her amorous dream, soon gave her hesitations away and started unveiling her queer life.
She had her father, and had been placed in a boarding school because she was bothering her mother. Her uncle was taking care of her for her vacations. He was a man in his fifties, quite demanding, but he seemed to like Janine alright. The only thing he did very often was to chastise her physically, specially on the buttocks, in order to change her soon into a perfect woman. Janine could do about anything she wanted but the single action that displeased her uncle was immediately punished by a spanking on her naked bottom… The same treatment was given to the maid that was serving them.
Monique immediately was excited and wanted to know more about that strange family. She guessed that some unbelievable lust was reigning at Uncle Barral's house, and she kept interrogating the child, as tactfully as she could.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
NADINE'S RAPE
Barral employed a young maid, about eighteen years old, Solange, coming from some charity orphanage. Janine and Solange were going along quite well, probably because of their young age. Besides that, they were both living under the same conditions at Barral's house.
“Has your uncle been correcting his chambermaid for a long time?”
“O I think he started the day she entered his service.”
“She is with him since?”
“Since Nadine's left, around Easter.”
“And, Nadine?… Was she?…”
Oh yes, but she left because of that, and that time My uncle was really quite close to getting in serious troubles.
“Why?”
“Because she was not behaving like a good girl, and refused to receive Saint Jeronimo's enema.”
“Saint Jeronimo's enema?”
“Yes, it is when the mink that used to come home wanted to do as Uncle did, stick a big fleshy thing that pops out in front of him, on his belly… into her buttocks.”
“Oh! And your uncle was doing that to her too?”
“Yes but then it was Saint Laurent… My uncle is named Laurent.”
Monique was trembling with desire and curiosity.
“And how did you see all that?”
“Well. But first you have to promise that you will never tell anybody, specially not my uncle, that I have told you all that.”
“Me? Monique protested indignated, Me? When I let you touch and caress my breasts that very few people did contemplate?”
“I am sorry darling, I trust you… and still sucking avidly at Monique's breasts, she went on with her strange story.”
At the last Easter vacations, my uncle Laurent had a very young maid, aged sixteen, very pretty, not too tall, but with very big teats… The day after my arrival, she messed the table by overturning the coffee pot… In front of me, Uncle lifted her dress up, she was not wearing any pants, he bent her over, and spanked the hell out of her. I got scared because she was crying… I could only see her face and the lowest part of her back, but when he was through with her, he turned her over, and showed me her red buttocks, saying: Look carefully Janine, because that is the way I punish women when they do something stupid, and that will be the same for you, everytime I will decide that you deserve it… Then he sent Nadine back to the kitchen… I was quite troubled and during the same afternoon I went to the kitchen to see Nadine. She was singing, I asked her if she was alright, and if it hurted. She answered: “Right on the spot, it sure hurts, but it also depends on how hard he spanks me… But it really does not last too long…”
“And now it is gone?”
“Yes.”
“Let me see…”
She hesitated a little and then replied:
“Why don't you see by yourself.”
I lifted her frock, and looked at her white buttocks, wide and round, then kissed the two globes; she turned around and looked at me a good long time. Then she bent down and kissed me on the lips. Ever since we are great friends… She also told me that when Uncle would spank me should holler, then he would not hurt me.
At the table, that night, when she was passing some asparagus, she inadvertently slid of finger in the sauce. My uncle got mad and asked her:
“You want to taste the sauce before I do or what? OK, but then five minutes of 'Finger-in-the-mouth'.”
I saw Nadine blush. She looked at my uncle, and then in my direction… He said: “It has no importance, anyway, she will have to get used to it too… Come here,” and the little maid came closer to my uncle. She closed her eyes. “Open your legs.” Nadine was facing me across the table and I could not she much under the belt, but behind them was a mirror and that reflected their backs in my direction.
My uncle dug his finger in the oil pot, and I saw him slide his hand under the girl's dress, under her buttocks whose flesh I was clearly seeing in the mirror. She tightened her jaws, without a word, then sighed, and leaning against the table she twisted her belly, holding to the sides of the dinner table. Uncle lifted the dress all the way up, and then I saw all the flesh, and the bottom, and Uncle's hand dug in the slit between the buttocks. He moved it slowly, and I saw that he was pushing his finger in and out of Nadine's bottom.
She was not saying anything now… I could hear the noise of the sliding finger, it was a soggy noise, slush, slush… Uncle looked at his hand from time to time, and sometimes she was slightly moaning.
Uncle stopped and gave the maid's bottom a couple of slaps, she blushed once again, and ran back to the kitchen, red with shame.
After the meal, as my uncle was out, I went up in her room, at the second floor, because I could not sleep. She had just finished her night toilet and was completely naked. I admired her heavy and slightly hanging breasts. She let me kiss them… and.
