Naturally, Lisette did not tell Madame Sancercy what happened to her that eventful Monday afternoon. She was dazed and terrified by the sudden re-emergence of the tyrannical Lesbians into her life, especially since she was so devotedly and passionately in love with her young husband. What dismayed her most was their hostility towards her because she was married, a state contrary to their own perverse ideals. Lisette, however, no longer believed their credo regarding the inferiority, brutality, and insensitivity of the male sex. She felt herself new and different-fulfilled as a woman and flowing with the natural order of things which places the male as the heroic partner and guide in the marital union. Yes, it was true, she admitted to herself that when they flogged her in the "recreation chamber" and then fondled and caressed her, she had experienced frantic sexual excitement reminiscent of the earlier passions of forbidden pleasures during these hot summers in the mansion when she was indoctrinated into the joys of girl-love. Nevertheless, when, blindfolded and goaded by the whip, she was forced to kiss and lick those five liquidy cunts, she found the procedure had become odious to her, since she felt justly that she now owed all her affection and conjugal embraces and attention to only one person, her own beloved Jacques. She lived in terror, too, lest the marks left by that punishment remain upon her milky buttocks when Jacques returned the following Sunday, doubtless longing to make up for his absence by taking his marital right and having her naked palpitating body for his pleasure.
But by Friday evening, when Lisette bathed, she noticed not a single blemish remained on the jutting rondures of her bare behind. Yet she was haunted by the memory of Janine Ericourt's threat: That in order to protect her guilty secret, she must remain at the beck and call of the Lesbians. she must answer their imperious summons whenever it should come for her. This would impose great difficulties, Lisette foresaw. How could she explain to Jacques her sudden whim of leaving the house simply because a phone call had come or a note was delivered to her? In her terror and confusion, Lisette reverted to the beliefs of childhood, the naive assumption that prayer could remedy everything. And so the girl adopted the attitude of an ostrich, the bird that sticks its head into the sand to obliterate the possibility of harm.
When Jacques returned that Sunday, he sent Madame Sancercy to the theatre so he could enjoy his beautiful young wife without the possibility of intrusion or embarrassment. Lisette blushed and behaved nervously when her adoring husband swiftly undressed her and made her stand naked before a mirror while he, wearing only his pyjama trousers, sat on the edge of the bed and admired her unclothed body. Lisette hung her head meekly. Her cheeks flamed under his scrutiny, and her hands yearned to cover the dark golden curls of pussyfur. She felt like a frightened slave standing upon the auction block while a pasha or grand vizier contemplated her defenseless, naked charms.
Happily for her, Jacques attributed this nervousness to her modesty, which mingled so beautifully with her abandon in bed. He adored this modesty above all else, for at the same time Lisette passionately responded to him, she also closed her eyes and sighed and turned her scarlet face away as if shamed at the naughty things he was making her do. Thus their sexual union possessed special savour and excitement which more than compensated him for the long, patient wait he endured until she at last agreed to wed him. At any rate, he had no cause to complain over the loving, passionate welcome Lisette accorded him upon his return from Bordeaux. He went to work the next day, more in love with her than ever. How wise he was to have waited so long to find a desirable mate who combined virginal modesty with exquisite salacity, a woman whose uninhibited surrender to him was completely out of love and not calculation for material gain, as a cunning mistress might insist.
Innocent little Lisette, though now a wife, remained nevertheless ignorant of the dictates of human nature. She could not envision, for instance, the possessiveness, the greed, and the jealousy of the five Lesbians who, having lured Lisette back to their lair, were not about to release her from her commitment to them, from her enslavement to them.
A week passed, and when Lisette had not heard again from Janine and her group, the golden-haired bride deluded herself into hoping that the "reunion" had satisfied the perverse cravings of the Lesbians and that she was now free of any debts to them.
How greatly she was mistaken! On Monday morning after Jacques left for the office, the doorbell rang and Madame Sancercy again admitted "Lucien." The slim chauffeur carried a note for "Madame Duvemeuil." Lisette, flustered and adorable in her frilly apron emerged from the kitchen, thunderstruck at the appearance of "Lucien." Silently the boyish driver handed her the note, which she tremblingly unfolded and read. She bit her lips, for it was an immediate summons to accompany the chauffeur to Janine's house without delay.
"Is something wrong, ma petite?" the housekeeper inquired with a warm smile. "No-no, Madame Sancercy, nothing really. But-but I have to go out now. It's an old friend. The-the same one as last week. I think she's a little better, though. We were friends back in the country, you see," Lisette stammered. The housekeeper nodded, again thinking nothing of the episode. "I-I shall be back certainly before supper.
But if I should be late and not able to prepare M'sieu Jacques' supper, would you see to it, dear Madame Sancercy?"
"But of course, ma petite! Now you go and see your friend and give her my best wishes for convalescence," the housekeeper jovially agreed.
Lisette unfastened the dainty apron and laid it on the couch, then looked about for her cape, for the weather was chilly. With a mocking little smile "Lucien" intervened, "I do not think Madame will need her cape. The limousine is quite warm, you know, and so is the house. And I shall take you back directly."
Lisette nodded distractedly, then blushed for no apparent reason and, finally bade the housekeeper a tremulous au revoir while accompanying the auburn-haired Lesbian out the door.
At the house, she was obliged to go down the narrow stairway to the basement, where her four friends awaited her. They wore only chemises and sandals, and they were smoking cigarettes and sipping coffee when she entered followed by Lucette Deschamps.
"Well, our adorable little housewife!" Janine rose with a crooked smile and came towards her, extending both hands in a hypocritical greeting. Grasping Lisette's trembling hands, she drew the golden-haired beauty to her and kissed her effusively on both cheeks. "How charming you look! I take it the honeymoon still goes on nicely?"
Lisette stammered something unintelligible and nodded, biting her lips again and nervously glancing round at the other women who regarded her with greedy eyes.
"You were wise in coming with Lucette, mignonne," Janine purred. "Remember what I told you last week. If ever you have a summons from us, you mustn't fail to honor it, otherwise, regrettable as it would be, we should have to inform your husband what a naughty girl you used to be-and still are, for that matter, hem? My, how accommodating you were last Monday afternoon after your pretty bottom turned warm and red! Well, darling, we are hungry for you again. We adore the charming way you move your white bottom. We adore your sobs and cries and pleas as your pale skin grows flushed. This time we shall begin with a little progressive spanking. You will go over the lap of each of us in turn."
"No!" Lisette gasped, recoiling, her eyes huge and shadowed with fear, but finding an unexpected source of courage in her love for Jacques. "I've done with all that! I shan't come here again! I will tell my husband that when I was a girl I did foolish things - but never with a man. You know that's true. He will understand. He loves me as much as I love him."
"How touching!" Janine sneered. "But what if we told him that you are still enamoured of us? What if we said you go to bed with him only out of duty but find your real fulfilment in our arms? What then, my saucy little country girl?"
"You wouldn't! That's unfair - you were always my friends and I thought..."
"Things change over the years, petite. But more to the point, you are one of us in spirit as in flesh, and you always will be. Understand, we detest men ourselves, but we shall graciously allow you to continue this farce of a marriage on one condition - that you come to us whenever we command you. Now enough of this silly argument, Lisette! I order you to take off your things! This time, we wish you to be naked."
"No, I won't do it! I hate you all! You're cruel and vicious! Only my husband has the right to see me that way, and I'm not afraid of you any more!" Lisette cried.
"So the little turtledove has become a falcon, has she?" Janine laughed huskily. Then she made a sign. At once, Madeleine and Suzanne seized Lisette and dragged her to the low wide whipping bench. They flung the victim on her belly upon this altar of punishment, and tightly corded her wrists and ankles to the bench. Next, Paulette adjusted a black silk bandanna over Lisette's dilated eyes, knotting it snugly at the back of the girl's neck.
Then Janine, nostrils flaring, carefully drew up Lisette's skirt and slip, rolled them over the girl's supple waist, and secured them in position with safety pins. The women admired once again the plump round bottom, tightly sheathed in white silk panties with lace flounces and waistband. Lisette's behind shuddered and flinched before them. Janine's eyes glistened as she gazed at it. She made another sign, and Lucette walked to one corner of the room and picked out a long slim birch rod with five supple switches, bound together at one end with black cloth to form a handle as a grip.
"Let me go! You've no right to do this! I don't ever want to see you again, do you understand! You're cruel, you're hateful!" Lisette cried as she tried to free herself from the bonds that held her down stretched so tightly along the whipping bench.
"Not a word about how many she's to get, hem?" Paulette murmured to Janine who nodded eager agreement.
"We shall send her back to that husband of hers with a bottom looking like raw beefsteak, that we shall! She'll sing a different tune once she's had her thrashing, and then she'll be ever so passionate, as she always was before!"
Paulette knelt down and reverently loosened Lisette's panties. She dragged them down just past the base of the two milky globes. Lisette meanwhile resisted by grinding herself tightly against the surface of the wooden bench. However, a sly pinch or two sufficed to make Lisette squeal and arch and wriggle her bottom, and thus the panties were easily tugged down to expose the magnificent quivering hemispheres of that firm young behind.
Janine grabbed the birch, swished it through the air a few times, and then took her stance to the left of the whipping bench, her eyes fixed on the shuddering and contracting hemispheres of the condemned bottom. Slowly lifting her arm, she brought the rod down with a Whish, horizontally striping the upper slopes of Lisette's bare hips with the stinging kiss of the rod.
Lisette uttered a startled cry and her naked bottom convulsively jerked from side to side. Her blindfolded face turned back over her left shoulder. "Oh please, not too hard!" she begged. "If Jacques should see me marked tonight, it would be dreadful!"
"Then you simply won't show him, ma mie," Janine mockingly retorted as she raised her arm for the second time. "You'll tell him that you have the curse, that the time of the month is upon you, or that you have a migraine. You will do well to remember what we tell you, mignonne. Up to now, we've spanked you in voluptuous play to waken you to the pleasures that we alone enjoy. But we can punish severely when a girl is naughty and disobedient, remember this!" And the birch fell again upon both upturned, shuddering globes, drawing another strident cry of pain and a convulsive jerk from Lisette's tethered body. Lucette and Suzanne were in each other's arms now, while Madeleine and Paulette moved to a couch and lay down side by side, sharing long and passionate tongue-kisses while their eyes followed the fustigation. Already the birch was leaving bright marks upon Lisette's naked bottom, which twitched and shrank and rippled in tremors of fear and shame and pain.
"You will emulate Lysistrata of yore, mignonne," Janine pursued. "You will become an emancipated female. You will tell this precious Jacques of yours that he may not use you to his convenience simply because you are his wife. You will refuse him many times, and you will begrudgingly give to him what he desires, but only on your own terms, do you understand? Your passionate devotion and your love belong to us-we who taught you the meaning of real love. Is that understood?"
"No! It's evil, it's wicked, it's wrong. I won 't-aiii! Ohh, mercy! Oh, it cuts me to pieces! Have pity! Don't mark me so, or he'll see it!" For, even as she courageously protested this evil decree, Lisette's body jerked as the birch swept down across the plumpest centres of her bottom-cheeks, and her head rose as her mouth gaped in piteous lamentations.
A fourth, then a fifth lash visited the lower summits of Lisette's naked posterior, each drawing a piteous cry from the blindfolded victim. The sight of her struggles on the bench, the sound of her cries and tears, inflamed the Lesbian couples who, from the sidelines, watched the spectacle with glittering eyes, their bosoms heaving, their loins feverish and moist with longing. Janine herself paused from time to time to caress her own mound with a trembling hand as she readjusted her grip on the birch.
"Then will you do what I tell you to do without argument?" Huishhh! Huishhh! Twice more the rod descended, each time attacking the base of both trembling, flinching globes. "Aiiii! Ooooooooh! Mercy, anything, but have mercy on me, please!" Lisette wailed, drowned in tears, her body jerking violently against her bonds.
"That's better! Now then, Lucette, since you seem to be the most excited of all of us, come let Lisette service you with her mouth as she knows so well how to do!" Janine proclaimed.
The chauffeur rose and came towards the whipping bench. Drawing down the zipper of her breeches, she presented her furry slit to the trembling, swollen lips of poor Lisette. Her gloved hands twisted in the golden pageboy and she forced the girl's blindfolded face up against her pussy, hissing: "Love me! Use your lips and tongue and do it quickly, or Janine will flay you alive!"
Coerced by pain, sobbing and groaning in her shame and misery, Lisette obeyed, while from time to time the birch fell swiftly across her inflamed bottom. Her tongue dug madly between the thin pink lips of Lucette's cunt, finding the love-nodule and rousing the Sapphist to a sweaty frenzy till at last she climaxed with a deep moan.
But Lisette's torture was not over. A dozen times more the rod rose and fell, till not an inch of white skin remained on those luscious netherglobes. The poor girl wept hysterically as her body jerked uncontrollably this way and that on the whipping bench.
Paulette brought her a flask of smelling salts, and at last they untied her and made her kneel down. The blindfold, removed, Janine twisted her fingers in Lisette's hair and commanded, "Now you are going to do the same to the rest of us, little one! And remember what we've told you, or it will be worse the next time!" And thus, before she was allowed to leave that room of pain and pleasure, Lisette Duverneuil was first made to gamahuch Janine, then Madeleine. then Suzanne, and finally Paulette until each had climaxed wetly in her mouth. Then she was allowed to wash and dress, and Lucette drove her home. The chauffeur was now cold and composed, her smile mocking, as she helped the half-fainting bride out of the limousine and up the steps of the little house.
She laughed as she bade the unhappy girl au revoir and then drove away, while Lisette slowly and painfully dragged herself up the steps to the door of the house and rang the bell. It was four-thirty, and Jacques would return in an hour. And this knowledge made Lisette frantic, for her bottom was furiously wealed and inflamed, and the slightest movement made her grimace with pain.
