Helena Robertson - Miss M…

Soon enough the bottom was red… An intense warmth irradiated her body bringing a new excitement to her already exacerbated intimities… Her pulse was beating hard at her temples… She resisted for a long moment to the order that he gave her to open her thighs… And she only gave up when her flesh could not take the pain any more… Then, like a dismantled puppet, she opened and revealed to the men her splendid little pink slit, with her pucked ass-hole, like some mysterious fruit, laying between the two globes of her buttocks.

Silence came again, and Monique enjoyed the sensation of being admired like a caress on her unveiled femininity.

Max said: “I hope that you will forgive her little misfortune… And I also hope that you think that she was punished severely enough?”

“Yes, my friend, that little girl paid enough for that menial sin, her flesh is burning enough (she felt hands on her buttocks…) but, to my humble opinion, she deserves little mortification that will penetrate her of the importance of the mistake that she committed. What would you think if we asked her to serve his another glass of that delightful liquor in the attire of our good mother Eve?”

“That is what I call a good idea… Did you hear my child?”

“Oh, not that, I do not accept… Now Darcourt hear me… I refuse… Oooh, Oooh, enough, enough, no, I hurt too much… enough… Aaah, yes, I will…”

The blows were falling on her buttocks, fast, hard and dry… And the bottom was twisting in all direction, without great care of the suggestive visions that it allowed when the legs were accidentally opening.

Max stopped spanking the hand burning…

“I will., she repeated weakly completely submitted… But, I would like for you to turn all the lights out.”

“Did you hear? asked Max to his friends with a queer smile…”

“Yes for this time we accept that the penitence shall be effectuated in such a way.”

Max moved away from her. Her pulse was beating hard at her temples… She pulled her skirt down, but she was already feeling the pleasure to show herself naked to those men come warm in her body…

Come now little girl, pour us some drinks, and conveniently, do not force me to remind you your promised…

Max took his friend to one corner of the room, still lit by the sunset… They sat on low chairs… Monique went in the shade, at the other end of the sitting room. They heard the whisper of the silk against her skin, and guesses the pallor of the naked body in the semi darkness. The tinkle of glasses, and soon the magnificent body, with its arrogant breasts hardly moving when she was walking came to them. She served them one by one, experiencing a wonderful pleasure in showing her body to those excited men whose eyes were examining each detail… each contour.

She showed them everything, she drank with them, her belly level with their face and they could see her flesh palpitate. Even Max was under the charm… No one dared to try to caress her, or even to move toward her. She went back in the shade and got dressed again. She came back with them and took her glass, she sipped it, and said:

“I am sorry but I will have to leave now or I will be late for dinner…”

“Already? said Max, why not stay for dinner with us?”

“Thank you, but I really cannot, I promised that I would be home for dinner, but I will come back another evening…”

“Tonight?”

“No, that would not be easy…”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomorrow, around nine o'clock… Where?”

“Here, my friends will certainly come here and join us?”

“Yes we will, we will do the impossible and free ourselves to come and chit chat with that charming young girl. I hope that she is not angry at us for the slight correction that she received?”

“Hush, bad boys, said Monique shaking hands with them, I will see you tomorrow, and then I hope that I will not deserve any punition…”

“That we will have to decide… said Darcourt… And it is quite possible that that beautiful body will have to dance tomorrow too…”

“I love dancing my dear Darcourt, but it is not always the same kind of dance that has my preference… Remember it.”

Monique went back to her home, quite mixed up… She was at the same time, disappointed and happy. Happy because she had really loved to be detailed by those greedy eyes… but disappointed at Darcourt, because, she had to admit it, he had really hurt her in that spanking, and her bottom was hurting her just to think about it.

Fortunately, Sonia was late and not in a talkative mood… She went in her room, and Monique heard her go out soon after… The young Jacques hugged to her… She took him to her room, craving for his caresses. She went by the window, enjoying the cool evening breeze, and then she felt the child's warm breath against the still painful flesh of her buttocks… She widened the angle of her legs under the pressure of the two hands, bent forwards, offering her protruding naked buttocks to the caress of the young face. His tongue insinuated between the two heavy globes and soon reached the tip of her sex. He was licking the whole slit, drilling at her ass-hole, and then sucking at her cunt, in a persistent and deep sucking, that made her come in a violent spasm… Hiding her head between her folded arms, Monique let the evening air carry her moans away, twice.

On the next day, she found little Janine right after the bath, and she had immediately to undergo the deep and savage embrace of that juvenile body. What passion in that worship of her breasts and sex… What ardent caresses, Monique was left motionless after that tender assault.

When the child was calmed, Monique started asking questions again…

On the day after the bride's rape, Barral had been out the most important part of the day. Janine had been alone with Solange all day, quite bored, and at night she went to the maid's room… One thing bringing another, and one caress another too, they soon were naked and the maid gave up in front of such a sweet insistence… Soon it was a concert of sighs and voluptuous moans in the maid's room that came more than once under the child's ardent caress on her love bud…

At night, Barral, under some false pretense, had had Janine whipped in a most humiliating and indecent attitude, but he did not ass fuck her. A few cries in the night, and later on the noise of Barral's step going back to his room, told Janine that Solange had taken care and profit of the excitation that she had aroused in him… Solange confirmed in the very next day.

Monique pushed Janine's head away before she could reach the sensitive and amp spot between her legs. She got up and put some order in her clothing while saying bye bye to the young girl.

She went back in the deserted house, and took a cold shower… Soon after that, Jacques was sent to bed because he proved himself unbearable… She went to her room and remained on her bed, naked, just thinking about what she would do the same night… Some friends came in and took Sonia out… Monique hesitated for a very long time before choosing the dress that she would wear on that promising evening. Then she decided to take the pleated skirt of her folklore dress, and the bodice, only closed by some tiny buttons that seemed ready to get undone at the first move from the generous breasts. She placed her little black velvet cap on her head, and then realized that she was the perfect picture of a high school student, with a precocious figure… She put on very little make-up, and black silk stockings. Black high heel shoes completed her alluring attire. When she felt ready, she went to Max* villa.

Everything was in the dark… She went to the sitting room, and immediately understood what was expected of her. The mirror was posed on the ground with the little lamps that only lit the surface… Max and the two silent monks got up, and kissed her hand… They were silent… She was amongst them, standing on the mirror, and she was looking at their tense faces, looking at the revealing mirror under her closed thighs. She did not move for a moment, letting them enjoy the vision of the white flesh the black silk stockings. Then Max pinched at one of her nipples, through the flimsy material of her blouse.