But while the four Sapphic allies concocted plans to again ensnare lovely Lisette, Jacques Duverneuil pursued his own ardent campaign to woo and win the golden-haired virgin for his very own. His pursuit intensified when his father suddenly took ill and, fearing the worst, mournfully summoned his son to what he believed to be his deathbed.
"You have pleased me all these years, Jacques," Edgar Duverneuil said self-pityingly, "and I see you now on the threshold of a great legal career that will one day surpass my own. There remains but one goal; you must marry a fine girl and to give me a grandson as quickly as you can. Of course, it may be too late for me now, but I urge you, if I should be taken, at least make your mother happy by settling down with someone who loves you dearly."
"Come now, Papa," Jacques chuckled, "it's not that serious and you know it. Why, Dr. Dunady tells me you'll be up and about within a week, you old scoundrel! So you wish to terrify me into a hasty marriage, do you? Well, Papa, I have already anticipated this goal of yours, because I am in love-yes, I know I am!- with none other than your lovely ward, Lisette."
Hearing this joyous news, Edgar Duverneuil embraced his son and quickly recovered from his indisposition. Nonetheless, the handsome young attorney found that by declaring his love to his father, he was now more determined than ever to marry Lisette Joyaux!
The next few weeks found Lisette besieged and flattered by the attentive young attorney. He was an excellent conversationalist and showed her the beauties of Paris and of Fontainebleau. He escorted her to the finest theatres and restaurants, and even to the Opera-Comique to see a performance of Gounod's Faust. In the final scene, when Marguerite was redeemed and saved from perdition, Lisette dabbed her eyes while Jacques squeezed her other hand, sighing softly as if he, too, shared her emotional joy at the angelic reprieve of Faust's erring beloved.
When he escorted her home in a taxi and walked her to the door, Jacques kissed her hand, and Lisette blushed adorably, and was seized with a sudden fit of trembling.
That night, as she prepared for bed, she breathlessly confided to her housekeeper that she found M'sieu Jacques Duverneuil "very nice, very agreeable." And this innocuous statement was, though she did not know it at the time, a declaration of true love.
Madame Sancercy smiled to herself, for she had recently received a telephone call from Jacques' father indicating his delight over the news that his son wished to marry Lisette. He urged the housekeeper - but of course without violating the ethics of a chaperone - to do everything possible to further this happy alliance.
It was high time anyway that Lisette should marry, Madame Sancercy reflected to herself. The girl was beautiful and desirable and, given her naive outlook, it would be best if some trustworthy man like Jacques Duvenneuil made her his wife.
By the end of August, Jacques and Lisette were almost inseparable and the girl was caught up in the warm, exciting aura of feeling herself wanted and needed. Jacques was the perfect companion, and behaved with the utmost gallantry. Thus Lisette found herself being courted in the grand manner, with flowers and even with an occasional poem. Her opinion was eagerly sought on this play or that musical work or the cuisine of this or that restaurant. Suddenly, she was important to another person, and it was a new delicious experience... but it did not yet have the dependency or the servitude that had characterized her earlier carnal unions. For Jacques risked no more than kissing her hand or putting an arm about her waist or shoulders while confessing his great love for her and urging her to say yes to his proposal of honourable marriage. Then fate intervene again and Paulette Renaud spotted the young couple strolling along the Bois de Boulogne while en route to the modeling salon.
The copper-haired Lesbian stopped and watched from the other side of the street as, quite unconscious of her scrutiny, Jacques and Lisette walked slowly along, holding hands and staring at each other in the first breathless thrill of dawning love. This particular afternoon Jacques summoned all his powers of self-control to resist his virile impulses to take Lisette in his arms and carry her off to the nearest bed and there make a woman of her at long last. But how long could he fight his normal masculine desire?
After the fashion show, Paulette immediately took a taxi back to the house near the Porte Neuilly to report what she had seen.
Janine Ericourt accused her of making it all up. "You know perfectly well that our little darling could never give herself to a coarse ruffian!" the brunette avowed. "You are only saying this to torture us, and for this you shall be punished! Madeleine, Suzanne, take her downstairs and put her to the pillory. She shall be soundly spanked by our chauffeur!" This was a new game which the Sapphists had devised. On such occasions of serious misbehavior, the culprit was sentenced to be "punished by the chauffeur." Accordingly, Lucette Deschamps would don her costume and thus a "man"- the chauffeur - would intrude upon the intimate terrain of the Lesbians.
Already Paulette shivered and closed her eyes in expectation of the erotic joys derived from punishment. For drama, however, she protested when Madeleine and Suzanne seized her wrists, and she even struggled a little as they led her down to the bizarrely equipped basement - that playground of passion.
They forced her neck and wrists into the yoke-holes of the pillory, and then blindfolded her. Next, Suzanne lifted up Paulette's chic skirt and satin petticoat and pinned them high on her hollowed back.
Then the garter belt was unfastened and removed, the beige hose carefully rolled down to the victim's ankles, and finally her panties were rolled down just below her buttocks. Paulette could hear the ominous ticking of an old grandfather clock nearby. There she waited, unable to move, until 15 minutes later, the "male executioner" finally arrived.
Lucette with visored cap and boots, her hands gloved and holding a three-thonged martinet, now strode into the chamber.
"Ah, here you are at last, my dear Lucien!" Janine cried. "Lucien" was the name put upon Lucette when she played this masculine role. "We have a little liar here for you to punish. I wish to see her bottom dance and turn as red as a cooked lobster! Do not hurry the strokes, so that she can taste each one and meditate on why she is being punished!"
Paulette, stooped over because of the height of the pillory and the grip upon her neck and wrists, shivered again with anticipation. A quiet pause ensued while Lucette walked to the wall to choose from the vast panoply of flagellatory instruments. She selected the little martinet with the red handle and the three long tapering thongs with tiny knots at the tips. Taking her place behind the victim, Lucette contemplated the ivory-and-rose-flecked buttocks as they tightened and shimmied in that exquisite suspense preceding the first blow. Then, slowly, she began flogging the half-naked beauty, spacing out the strokes so Paulette would not know when the next lash would fall. The chauffeur aimed many of the strokes across the tops of Paulette's lovely thighs - or between them. By the fifteenth lash, Paulette began to caper from foot to foot, her striped bare bottom jiggling and contracting violently as she sobbed, "But I'm telling you the truth! Oh, have pity, it hurts me so! I did see Lisette, it was she, and she was walking with a tall, dark handsome young man and they were holding hands. I tell you I saw it!"
Janine, on the chaise lounge, was naked now except for hose and rosettes and pumps; she summoned her favourite petite amie, Suzanne, to her side. She, too, was almost naked, wearing only hose and pumps.
The two women, turned to each other on the wide chaise lounge, began to fondle each other's breasts and pussies, while exchanging succulent tongue-kisses. From time to time, they glanced back at the pillory to watch Paulette's wriggling. Her sobbing cries inflamed them, till at last Janine sank her teeth into Suzanne's shoulder, and the two women merged, grinding together in that feverish friction of tribadism resembling the act of intercourse between heterosexual partners.
Madeleine, naked now, too, in only hose and pumps, slipped a finger into her own spread pussy. She tickled her clitoris as she watched the punishment. and encouraged Lucette: "Make the thongs leap up between Paulette's legs, and we shall have the truth!"
The chauffeur nodded, lowered the martinet to the floor and then with a deft flick of her gloved wrist, sent the tiny knotted tips leaping up into the moist apex of Paulette's loins. The pillory creaked as the half-naked redhead jerked her neck and wrists against the vice-like hold of the apparatus. She cried out hysterically, "Oh, it hurts me there, oh, have mercy! I swear, I've told you the truth!"
Two more cuts in the same sensitive place produced only hysterically fervent avowals that the story was not fabricated. Finally, Janine, shuddering as she neared her orgasm, called out hoarsely, "Madeleine, appease her!"
The brown-haired Lesbian hastened to the pillory, opened the top piece and freed the weeping Paulette, then tenderly took her in her arms and led her over to a nearby couch. She forced Paulette down on her back. The redhead groaned as the velvet upholstery rubbed against her burning naked bottom. But already Madeleine was foraging in Paulette's wet pussy with a knowing finger, while her lips fixed on one of Paulette's nipples, and soon Paulette forgot the pangs of punishment.
"Lucien" watched with blazing eyes, knowing she would soon be chosen by one of her dear friends to attain her own fulfilment. Meanwhile, she savoured the two lascivious souls taking place before her eager eyes.
"You, Lucette, shall be our means of luring little Lisette here one day soon and thus restoring her to her senses," Janine at last proclaimed. The she rose from the chaise lounge, dewy-eyed with passion, and took the slim auburn-haired chauffeur by her gloved hand and led her out of the chamber and up into her own bedroom.
That very same evening when Jacques returned Lisette to her apartment, he was seized by an overwhelming sensual impulse and taking her in his arms, he kissed her boldly on the mouth. Lisette stiffened, her eyes widening in alarm. But as she felt the warm prolonged suction of his mouth on hers, felt his manly arms enfold her and press her panting breasts against his chest, the sweet languor of desire awakened in her. Unconsciously she pressed herself to him, responding to his kiss, until she suddenly felt the rigidity of his organ pressing adamantly against the fly of his trousers. For the first time, Lisette, scarlet with confusion and sweet girlish wonder, discovered the existence of the male weapon which would sacrifice her tender virginity and turn her from a Lesbian love-slave into passionate concubine and devoted wife.
