Helena Robertson - Mousse

When she thought that the kid had had enough kisses for the moment, she pushed her away from her breasts and caresses the child's small but already provocative bosom. The child, lost in her amorous dream, soon gave her hesitations away and started unveiling her queer life.

She 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. The only thing he did very often was to chastise her physically, especially on the buttocks, in order to change her soon into a perfect woman. Janine could do about anything she wanted but any 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.

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.