Helena Robertson - Mousse

Janine had arrived at her Uncle's house three weeks before. She found a new maid, named Solange, a stout country girl and an orphan, who had been educated at a convent of Spanish sisters where, as it seemed, Barral was allowed, after payment of an important amount of money, to choose a maid.

Solange was tall, her auburn hair surrounding a very sweet face with big, always surprised, innocent eyes. She had a very heavy pair of breasts, slightly sagging. “Not as pretty or as strong as yours,” said the kid to Monique. And most of all, big buttocks that undulated when she was walking. She was wearing a dark blue skirt and a white blouse. It did not take the child a very long time to realize that she was completely naked under those clothes. She was not speaking much and even less about herself.

She was obeying Uncle quite well. On the first night, for a slight mistake at the dinner table, Janine saw her uncle point his thumb to Solange; she blushed and came closer to him. And without taking further notice of her presence, he slid his finger under her frock. Janine easily guessed at the girl's sighs and at her gaping mouth that he was introducing his fingers in her asshole. When she went to bed, Janine tried to question Solange, but in vain- the girl did not even answer her questions.

But the next day, after receiving a very strong spanking in front of Solange, she witnessed a more formidable correction on the maid. She could see the heavy buttocks undulate under the hard strokes of Uncle's hand, then under the cat o'nine tails. She was surprised to see how well Solange was resisting that energetic correction that was leaving large red marks on her buttocks. Uncle was hitting across the big shivering cheeks, and the globes were encircled by the supple lashes. But little by little Solange got hurt, and she began to twist and ask-beg for mercy.

Uncle regretfully stopped hurting the girl, and Janine thought that it could have been because of her presence.

Once alone with Solange, she had consoled her, and the young maid had weakened in front of the child's kindness. She induced her into her confidence by telling her about what she saw between Nadine and her Uncle, though she did not insist too much about the rape. During the same afternoon, in the little cabin that the two girls were sharing as they put on their bathing costumes, Janine kissed the girl's breasts, and caressed her buttocks while her hand brushed lightly over the girl's sex. But that was all.

On the same night, Uncle went out. Janine went, by surprise, into the maid's room, and, lying by her side, completely naked, while finding less and less defense to her caresses, she learned a few details about Solange's life.

She was used to being whipped at the convent and found Barral's authority quite natural and also the fact that he had used it with her. But she was reticent about what had happened to her while living at the convent. She listened to what Janine told her about the boarding school, and said that she had to undergo the same caresses and the same embraces as Janine had to. That night, Janine succeeded in placing her head between the girl's legs and gave her sex a caress that Solange seemed to appreciate particularly. That was to be the first step in their friendly relationship. Janine had been able to see that Solange's slit was broad and seemed well opened, and that let her think that her uncle's tube had already penetrated that mouth.

Once again Monique had to let the child's avid mouth suck at her breast. She took advantage of that interlude to give the child a lecture in male anatomy and little by little the child's head went down on her belly, and then… Monique exhaled her voluptuous pleasure in a number of sighs that went away in the breeze, among the pine trees. She took the child in her arms again, and resumed her questioning.

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.”