Barral employed a young maid, Solange, about eighteen years old, who came from some charity orphanage. Janine and Solange got 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 has been with him since?”
“Since Nadine left, around Easter.”
“And, Nadine? Was she also…”
“Oh yes, but she left because of that, and at that time my uncle was really quite close to getting in serious troubles.”
“Why?”
“Well. But first you have to promise that you will never tell anybody, especially not my uncle, that I have told you all this.”
“Me?” Monique protested indignation. “Me? When I let you touch and caress my breasts that very few people even 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 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 all right, and if it hurt. 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 for yourself.'
“I lifted her frock, and looked at her 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 have been great friends. She also told me that when Uncle would spank me I should holler, then he would not hurt me.
“At the table that night, when she was passing some asparagus, she inadvertently slid a 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 see much under the belt, but behind them was a mirror and that effected 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.
“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 on 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 the teenager blushed. I kissed her on the belly, in the hair-as I used to do with my schoolmistress.”
Monique shivered at that reminder of the Merval boarding school. She took the girl in her arms, and let her suck her breasts greedily.
“And after?”
“After that, the next day, I received my first spanking…”-
“Why?”
“I do not even remember. He lifted my dress, took off my panties, and he spanked me not too hard. It felt funny and warm on my buttocks, and on my belly. Then he kissed my fanny and sent me free. He was all red. 'I will not tell your mother about it, that is none of her business, do you hear me? That is our deal…'
“I ran to my room. Since then, he often spanked me but it is funny, it does not really hurt. It gives a funny sensation there, in my belly. It is quite good, and you?”
Monique looked at her, surprised, then answered, her eyes half closed:
“Yes quite often, I was not always good…”
“And you will tell me about it?”
“Yes, if you will tell me about your adventures. But go on…”
“One night when I could not sleep, I went up to see Nadine in her room, but through the material of her curtains I could see that she was not alone. Uncle was there. I could hear slappings and also heard Nadine's cries. I could not see anything because the bed was in a corner.
“'No, no more. I do not want it. Please, it hurts too much, no… stop…'
“'Then open your fat ass…'
“'No… no…'
“Then, tough…'
“'And the correction started again. I did not know what to do. I wanted to see so badly, but it was impossible, and all of a sudden, I saw… Nadine was trying to hide in a corner of the room-she was completely naked and her buttocks were red. Then I also saw uncle. He was naked too and something big like a stick was pointing out of the hair on his belly.
“He came by Nadine, spanked her again, and pulled her to the bed. Some more slaps and sobs, and then I heard: “Now, may I stop? Will you or will you not take that enema like a good girl? Saint Laurence is expecting…'
“In a sob, Nadine said: 'Yes… yes… but go slowly, I am so afraid…'
“'Shut up! Open your buttocks better than that. Now kneel down…'
“Then the silence again, than Nadine's voice:
“'No… Oh, NO… Ooooh… it is too big, too BUG. No, I cannot take it, it is too big. I…' and then silence again with just a long moaning.
“I waited, and soon I heard the bed squeaking rhythmically. And then sighs, sometimes mixed with sobs.
“'Oh, not that deep, it hurts. OOOH…'
Then silence again.
“I could hear Uncle's gasping breath, and his voice:
“"Now, feel how good, how deep, how well it fucks you. How well you swallow it. Now, now, do you feel it? Does that please you? Feel how well it slides in, bites me with your ass. And your buttocks… do you feel my belly against your ass?'
“Nadine was sighing and not answering. The bed was squeaking faster.
“'I am coming… it is good! Feel it, feel it little Nadine, be happy, and thank Saint Laurence. There, there, that's the girl, Aaah, in you. Feel how I am coming in your belly…'
“Then I heard Nadine sigh the same way as she'd done when I sucked her between her thighs, and after, the silence. The smack of some kisses and a couple of light slaps, and again I saw my uncle coming back to the toilet table with his thing wet and softer than before, not as hard, and hanging a little…
“The next day, Nadine explained to me that she had received Saint Laurence's enema. I asked her if it had hurt, but she avoided answering directly. Then she said 'It does hurt the first time, but after…' and she left me suddenly.
“Before the end of the vacation I was the blind witness to that same performance. Uncle was also spanking me quite often, and a couple of time he dug his finger-but not too deeply- in my asshole. He said: 'You will soon be a little woman, and some day I will have to introduce you to Saint Laurence and Saint Jeronimo.'
“I waited, but nothing happened… at least nothing noticeable before the last day of my vacation. By then he had dug his finger completely in my ass. It is funny that I did not find it unpleasant.”
Janine was insidiously caressing Monique's thighs. She let her do it, loving the soft contact of the fingers on her flesh, under the shorts. Soon the hand was on her pubis, on the light hair, and fumbling between the pulpy lips.
“And what about Nadine?” asked Monique, with a voice that desire made hoarse.
“Three days before I left, a terrible scene occurred. That night, a white monk had been invited for dinner. They all had had plenty to eat, and their faces were all red. I had witnessed in the mirror Nadine being spanked. But they sent me to bed very early. I could not sleep, especially when hearing Nadine's cries. I got up and-barefoot-I tiptoed to the living room door. There was a curtain between the corridor and the living room; I lifted up a corner, and then…”
“And then what?” asked Monique, ready to come under the brushing of the little finger against her live bud between her cunt's lips.
“Nadine was completely naked, straddling on a narrow bench. My uncle, naked too, had Nadine lying on his belly, her head quite close to the funny tool that pointed out of the hair of his belly. She was crying and twisting under the spanking that the monk was giving her. His frock was open and I could see another tube of flesh, bigger than my Uncle's, and with a very red head.
“'Enough… stop, enough! I will do anything you want. Ooooh… oooh… enough…'”
“The monk stopped his action. Her buttocks were crimson red.
“'Suck Saint Laurence,' ordered my uncle. She hesitated. My uncle started slapping her again. 'Enough… enough. I accept. There, there, enough.' Her last cry was lost in a hiccup, and she had Uncle's flesh tube in her mouth.
“The monk stopped beating her. He caressed her back, opened her buttocks, put his flesh pipe close to Nadine's, and pushed. Nadine hollered. She let Uncle's tool slip out of her mouth and remained motionless, gaping, her eyes widened with pain. And I saw that the monk's belly was glued to Nadine's buttocks. My uncle put his hands on Nadine's head, and forced her to suck his tool again.”
“And after?” asked Monique, who had begun coming under Janine's caress. “After?”
“After a little while, Uncle moved away from her. And then he let the monk go in and out of Nadine's buttocks, till he uttered a short cry. He removed his softened thing from the maid's behind and came in front of her, like Uncle was; Uncle went behind her, where the monk was, and he placed his pipe where the monk had just been-a little bit lower on the slit. He gave the monk a signal, and he held Nadine very tightly by the waist. He was looking between her thighs at Uncle's thing posed between her buttocks, and then Uncle said:
“'Now little Nadine, I marry you to Saint Laurence. There!'
“Nadine hollered. Uncle's belly was glued to her buttocks. I saw her fanny move as if she was trying to go away, and I saw Uncle withdraw his tube, all red, from Nadine's belly. He showed it to the monk, saying: 'Raped. She is no more a virgin. Lost. And now the pleasure is all ours. Raped!'
“And once again he drew his tool on her belly, hollering like a madman: 'Now darling, now, let be break all of your virginity. Let me open the way for all the pricks that are going to come in you. There, there… feel how deeply in you I am going.'
“And he was moving his belly, and I could see his fleshy pole agitate and dive in her rubbing around the edges, and then go deep in her again. She was hollering all the time. It lasted till he told her:
“'Ah. Oh! I am coming… I am coming in you… in your virgin's cunt. Aaah… fuck!'
“After a while he withdrew his prick, and then the monk approached. Nadine was still lying motionless, her buttocks propped up. The monk pointed his tool and did just as Uncle had done. He dug his thing in Nadine's slit, still bleeding. He agitated it for a long time. My uncle was holding the hollering girl. 'Beasts, you have raped me, you have taken my virginity… you raped me… aaaah…'
“Then the monk became motionless and removed his pipe, all covered with blood. I had to hide behind the curtains because they were all coming in the bathroom, bringing the girl with them. I went back to my room, but I could not sleep for a very long time. And for a very long time I could hear little Nadine cry.
“The next day, there was a long talk with Uncle. She threatened to reveal everything. He was scared. I heard him offer her money, and the possibility of working in another house. She only accepted the day after, then he left her alone, and I received my spanking just any time, for no reason at all.
“I could caress Nadine twice before she left. She showed me her hole in her slit and said that it was still hurting her. She left the same day as I did.”
But Monique was not listening any more, and was coming furiously under Janine's finger caress. She was holding the little girl close to her beautiful breasts.
A little later, she pushed Janine away, and told her:
“Tomorrow we will see each other again; you will tell me the rest of your memories and I will be yours just as you want me to be.”
And she pushed Janine away, while the young girl was already placing her head between the two wonderful thighs, and her hands were trying to undo the white leather belt.
After a couple of long, loving kisses on the breasts, they separated and Monique swore to herself that the next afternoon would be a delightful one.
But what a night she had, haunted with rapes and other voluptuous dreams.