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.
Helena Robertson
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