Following this rapt coupling, Jacques drew Lisette tenderly down beside him and, turning to her, his fingers caressing her swelling bosom and inner thighs, resumed their intimate discussion of the problem at hand. "I said a little while ago, ma mie, that I would protect you from these unscrupulous harpies, and so I shall. But it is necessary for you to see them again, and, moreover, to lure them here to visit you.
"But why, my dearest one?"
"Because, Lisette, I have a score to settle with them. A considerable one, indeed. To begin with, they tried to blackmail you into being their slave and they sought to make you repudiate your conjugal vows, which is intolerable to me as a man. Then, they dared punish your adorable flesh and to mark it, so that you were afraid to show yourself to me, your adoring husband. In addition, they spied on us, for they must have hired a private detective to learn your whereabouts and the fact that I was away all last week. Cocksure of themselves, they even went so far as to summon you this afternoon, when they knew I would return from the office at suppertime. No, they have me to deal with now, and once and for all I shall have my vengeance. When it is finished, I do not think you will ever hear from them again.
Lisette, still blushing adorably under the bright glow of lamplight, quivered as his fingers rubbed her nipples and then moved along her satiny inner thigh towards the moist pink nook of womanhood. Desire stirred again deep in her loins and thus the golden-haired bride dared extend her soft hand towards her beloved husband's penis. His cock throbbed and hardened at once, like a captive bird seeking to fly home. She regarded this instrument of manhood with eager eyes. Her breath quickened as she realized that, from this moment forth, there could never be any deception between them. Oh, how fortunate she was to have such a wise and understanding husband!
"What-what are you going to do to them, darling?" she whispered.
"It is you," he corrected, putting his hand over hers and smiling lovingly, "who are going to pay them back in kind. And I think Madame Sancercy will prove an indispensable ally for this little plan I have in mind. Now, listen carefully, m'amie. As a lawyer, I can terrify them with the idea of civil suits and imprisonment for their blackmail and their physical assault. They would not care for the scandal in the press, which all their wealth would not suppress. To be frank, ma petite Lisette, my plan is that you will whip them soundly. Of course I shall help, as will Madame Sancercy. Now, at the very next summons, you will send back word that I have gone out of town unexpectedly, and beg them to come visit you. You will take them to our cellar, where, as I recall, there are some devices that can serve as whipping posts. When they leave our house, my naive Lisette, they will never want to see you again, for they will then remember you only to their eternal shame! And now enough talk, my insatiable little wife. It appears you want to provide proof again that you prefer a man rather than a woman beside you in bed, yes?"
"Ohh, yes, m'amour, yes, yes!" Lisette moaned as his cock slipped into her twitching pussy. She put an arm round his shoulders and strained herself against him...
That next "summons" occurred the following Friday, when, a little after lunchtime, "Lucien" arrived at the door of the Duverneuil house with a note for Lisette. Madame Odette Sancercy by this time had been apprised of the situation, and received the chauffeur and begged her to wait in the salon. This done, she went into the bedroom where Lisette was about to take a nap and announced the arrival of "Lucien."
The golden-haired bride entered the salon wearing a white satin negligee and fluffy blue pumps. Lucette's eyes blazed with anticipation as she scanned the rounded young body in that scanty costume.
"I'm so sorry," Lisette explained breathlessly, "but I can't come now. You see, my husband just phoned from the office. He has to catch a train to Bordeaux and will be gone ten days, and I'm looking for some papers he needs and which my housekeeper will take to him. Couldn't Janine and the others come here instead? I-I promise I shall be very good." With this, the girl demurely lowered her eyes and blushed.
Lucette, taken in by the ruse, exclaimed, "Why of course they can! They'll be happy to, ma petite! It will be much more thrilling here in your very own house! Yes, as if you were bringing your lover here while your husband is away-how spicy and delicious it will be! But let me take the papers to your husband, Lisette. I'll be happy to do you a good turn, and then I'll go back and bring the others!"
"Oh, how nice of you, dear Lucette! I'll only be a moment to place the papers in an envelope and address it," Lisette told her.
But back in her bedroom, the devoted wife telephoned Jacques to inform him what had happened. "Excellent, it's working better than I'd hoped!" he enthused. "Now listen carefully. As soon as this infamous chauffeur brings me the envelope, I'll take a cab home and hide myself in the cellar with Madame Sancercy.
Then we'll be ready for them when they take you down there to punish you, my beauty. Pretend to be eager to see them."
"Oh, never fear, I shall be, my darling! I can hardly wait to see how it'll all turn out," Lisette giggled happily. Then, after hanging up, she folded half a stack of blank paper and thrust it into a large envelope which she sealed. Upon the envelope, she scribbled her husband's name and the address of his law office.
Returning to the salon, she gave the envelope to Lucette. "You're sure he's going away for at least a week, Lisette? I don't think Janine and the others would like it if they found out you're playing a prank on us," the slim Lesbian warned, adjusting her visored cap and stuffing the envelope into the back pocket of her men's trousers.
"Oh, yes, he's leaving. He's just waiting for the envelope now," Lisette blurted, "I just phoned to tell him you'd be bringing it to him. Oh, do hurry - I can't wait to see my dearest friends again!"
"Very well then, little one" Lucette agreed, "I can hardly wait to take you over my lap and spank that lovely white bottom of yours and then have you thank me as sweetly as you did the last time-souviens-tu, hem?"
Lisette recalled how she was forced to gamahuch the chauffeur while lying tied to the whipping bench as the whistling birch descended upon her behind. She blushed vividly and lowered her eyes. Lucette chuckled, nodded, and left the house.
At once Lisette notified the housekeeper as to what had occurred. Odette Sancercy smiled knowingly. "Have no fear, little one," she said. "I was a school teacher before my marriage, and I often gave the rod to naughty little girls. The only difference will be that these are big girls, but I assure you they will cry just as loudly as those I had occasion to chastise."
Odette Sancercy was forty-five, buxom, with dark brown hair fixed in an imposing oval bun at the back of her neck. Of medium height, with a round face and dark brown eyes, a sensuous mouth and an aquiline nose, she still made a handsome figure. In addition, her skin was tawny and her bosom, her haunches, and thighs remained firm. She married at the age of thirty, was widowed eight years later, and regretted her childless state ever since. But she adored precious Lisette as she would have loved a child of her own.
Meanwhile, Lucette Deschamps was experiencing misgivings about Lisette's eager suggestion that her friends visit the Duverneuil house. Thus, she stopped the limousine at a public phone to call Jacques' office. The receptionist answered.
"Can you tell me whether M'sieu Jacques Duverneuil has left for Bordeaux yet?" Lucette inquired.
The receptionist at once retorted, "Mais non, Ma'mselle, so far as I know, he's not going there again, as that case was just concluded.
"Thank you," said Lucette hanging up quickly. Then, she pulled the envelope from her hip pocket and opened it. Her eyes narrowed with anger when she saw the folded blank sheets.
"A very clever trick," she said slowly to herself. ''But two can play that game as well as one. She smoked a cigarette, then another, while she contemplated the situation. Then she telephoned Janine and swiftly explained what had happened. Thereupon, she got back into the limousine and drove slowly back to the Duverneuil residence and again rang the bell. This time, Lisette opened the door. "What a charming man your husband is, to be sure," Lucette said glibly. "He gave me a message for you. He wants you to come directly to his office. Something very important has come up."
"Oh?"
"It's true. My, how polished and handsome he is! No wonder you're fond of him, ma petite. I can't say that I blame you. If it weren't for what my stepfather did to me and my fear of men, I myself might set my cap at this Jacques of yours. But hurry and dress! I'm to take you there at once."
Unsuspectingly, Lisette hurried to her bedroom to put on brassiere and panties, a slip and her pretty blue silk dress, flesh-colored hose and pumps and her fur-trimmed coat and little turban. She then hastened out to the limousine, after telling Madame Sancercy she was going to her husband's office.
But when the limousine headed south rather than to the north-west, which was the direction of Jacques' office, Lisette nervously inquired. "But which way are you going, dear Lucette? This is the opposite direction."
"I know, you little liar," Lucette mockingly observed without turning her head. "So you thought you'd lure us to your house and then have your precious husband walk in on us, did you? I'm afraid Janine will be vexed with you, petite. And those papers your husband needed? Now why would a lawyer desire sheets of blank paper, when I'm sure there are plenty of office supplies where he works?"
Lisette uttered a horrified cry, and tried to unlatch the door, but Lucette stepped on the accelerator, and the limousine shot down the boulevard so fast that golden-haired bride could not leap from the vehicle without fear of injury. Odette Sancercy felt uneasy. It wasn't in the plan at all that Lisette should depart with the boyish chauffeur. And so the housekeeper telephoned Jacques Duverneuil at once to report her concerns. He, too, was suspicious and already preparing to leave for his house, for his receptionist had just informed him of the curious telephone inquiry about his projected trip to Bordeaux.
"Devil take it, she ought never to have fallen for that game!" he exploded. "Now we'll have to find her, you and I. Fortunately, I recall her mentioning a 'Janine Ericourt. . .Madame Maurice Ericourt,' and that her house is near the Porte Neuilly. Perhaps there's a listing in the telephone book. Wait a bit.. .ah, here we are! Yes, address and all. Madame Sancercy, take a cab at once to Numéro Cinq, Rue de la Brizarde, in the Porte Neuilly district. I'll leave at once and join you there. Perhaps it isn't too late to save Lisette."
Lucette, seizing Lisette by the wrist, dragged her up the steps to the steps of the Ericourt house and rang the bell. The door at once opened, and Janine and Madeleine, clad in only negligées and high-heeled pumps, aided the Lesbian chauffeur in forcing the struggling captive inside. Then they pushed her down the narrow stairway to the punishment chamber, where all was in readiness.
"So, ma belle," Janine panted as she bound Lisette's wrists behind her back, "you'd try to get back at us, would you? Little liar and double-dealer! When we send you back to your fine husband this time, you'll not be able to sit down for a month!"
They wasted no time. In fact, Suzanne and Paulette were already fast at work disrobing the weeping, pleading victim. "Let me go, do you hear? I-I've told him everything - how you threatened me and made me do those shameful things!" Lisette cried, vainly trying to wriggle free of her captors. By now she was reduced to garter belt, panties, hose and pumps, and Lucette, Madeleine, and Janine forced her towards the whipping bench. Paulette placed a thick round pillow there to project the condemned posterior upwards in a lewd fashion.
Her wrists and ankles were corded securely and the pillow was forced under her belly so that her round, full buttocks arched skyward till they threatened to burst through the thin white panties. Lisette now lay helpless and exposed to the vindictive desires of the infuriated Lesbian quintet. Suzanne brought a pail of water and laughingly doused it over the panties, while Lucette, as reward for having unveiled the young bride's counterplot, greedily selected a special birch from the others soaking in brine-filled buckets. She swished it in the air and announced, "You will be thrashed till the panties are torn from your impudent posterior, ma petite!
Then you're going to apologize to all of us and beg for a sound spanking. But first, we'll dress you like a naughty schoolgirl in pinafore and rompers, with short socks and sandals. Then you shall be well punished by each of us in turn and love us all in turn, too, in the ways you have learned from us, with your mouth and tongue and lips. And finally, you will write your husband a letter telling him you want a divorce because you remain true to your first and only lovers-all of us! Yes, petite, that's what's going to happen to a naughty child who gets big ideas. And now, pay attention to the birch!"
Once again, Lisette tugged at her bonds, but they held her tightly. Janine and Suzanne reclined together on a nearby chaise lounge, while Paulette and Madeleine cuddled upon a plush loveseat to one side of the whipping bench.
The rod rose menacingly, poised in the air, and then fell with a moist, cruel Huishhthuckk! across the flinching, upreared summits of Lisette's bottom. The soaked fabric of her panties offered no protection, indeed, it seemed to intensify the smarting. Lisette lifted her head and emitted a strangled scream of anguish."That, petite, is only the beginning!" Lucette hissed as she again lifted the rod....
Meanwhile, Jacques Duverneuil and Madame Odette Sancercy arrived at the Ericourt residence simultaneously. They paid off their respective cabdrivers and ascended the steps to the house. Jacques rang the doorbell insistently, but there was no reply. In the soundproofed cellar, the sadistic Lesbians could not hear his arrival.
Momentarily baffled, the handsome attorney at last exclaimed, "Round the back, Madame Sancercy, perhaps we'll find a window we can open!"
The two ran towards the backyard where, luckily, the little window of the pantry facing the garden yielded to energetic tugging. A moment later he and the housekeeper were inside the Ericourt home. A swift search of the place revealed nothing. A few moments later, however, Madame Sancercy discovered the narrow door leading to the basement. Jacques and she swiftly descended the stairs and thus came upon the huge chamber of orgies just as Lucette swished the burning rod across Lisette's writhing hips. The girl's shrill cry of agony permeated the room: "Ooohheeyahrrrrowwooh!"
The soaked material of the panties was torn viciously and Jacques ground his teeth to see the livid, darkening streaks upon his wife's lewdly upthrust bottom. "I regret to halt your enjoyment, Mesdemoiselles," he announced loudly with sardonic relish, "but no one has the right to whip Lisette, but I!"
The beautiful Lesbians cried out in alarm and anger. Lucette, petrified, dropped the rod, her mouth gaping as she turned to confront Jacques who stood at the threshold of the chamber.
"How dare you! What right have you force yourself into my house?" Janine Ericourt demanded, her eyes flaming. She rose from the chaise lounge, while the astounded Amazonian Suzanne, her negligee rumpled up over her smooth belly and her blonde love-muff moist from Janine's sly fingerings, stared in disbelief at the lawyer.
"By the right of a husband to claim his abducted and assaulted wife," he replied. "I have an infallible witness here in Madame Odette Sancercy, my housekeeper, whose testimony on the witness stand in Civil Court will be instrumental in obtaining heavy damages on behalf of Lisette."
"You-you wouldn't dare take this to court", Janine gasped, paling before the calm, cold menace in his face. "The scandal."
"Scandal indeed, Madame Ericourt, but it would be on your side entirely. Let me see: Blackmail, intimidation, physical harm, even kidnapping.. .Yes, the charges mount steadily. Even alienation of affections, for I understand you ordered Lisette to renounce me and to give herself only to all of you. Madame Sancercy, if you please, find a telephone and call the gendarmes!"
"Mon Dieu, non! Not that - please," Janine chokingly gasped.
"I see," he observed with a mocking bow, "that you perceive what an excellent case I shall have in court. I take it, then, you don't wish it to come to that?"
"N-no-take your Lisette and leave us, then. We shan't invite her here again, I can promise," Janine said dully. She glanced nervously toward to the whipping bench, where Lisette lay sobbing with both pain and relief. "I will drop the change of blackmail by accepting that promise, Madame," Jacques resumed, with a menacing air of mock-politeness. "But we haven't yet touched on the matter of kidnapping, assault, intimidation, and alienation of affections. I must be repaid for those and in full before I leave this house."
"Do you mean you wish money for the enjoyment we've had of your precious little Lisette?" Janine Ericourt sneered. "I see it now. You're nothing better than a pimp!"
At that insult, Jacques face whitened. He promptly slapped Janine's cheek so viciously that her head snapped back at the impact, and a blazing red splotch instantly marked her satiny cheek.
"No, Madame, the pay I refer to is not measured in terms of francs, but in satisfaction and retribution."
"Then-then what do you want?" Janine sobbed.
"That each of you receive just what you have given my wife - in sum, a sound thrashing. Wait a bit before you refuse these terms; for if you do, I swear I shall press charges and have you all fingerprinted like common criminals and jailed. And I will tell the newspaper reporters why I am having you arraigned. You see, Lisette is blameless. But you-you disgusting and predatory creatures who think only of your perverse, selfish pleasures-you who have no concept of the lasting love between man and woman, will be exposed for what you are!"
"My God-you-you want to wh-whip us?" Suzanne stammered. "Oh, the shame of it, to have a man do such a thing-"
"Not I. I shall simply officiate to see that justice is done," Jacques Duverneuil retorted. "I would not soil my hands with any of you, Mesdemoiselles! No, my housekeeper and Lisette shall administer the punishment. Now what is your answer? Shall it be the courts and the notoriety, or will you courageously accept an overdue reckoning of accounts?"
Suzanne and Janine exchanged agonised glances, as did Paulette with Madeleine. Lucette, however, rebelled at the thought of being humbled and flogged. With a cry of rage, she declared, "Non! Jamais de ma vie! I'd rather die!" And, retrieving the discarded birch rod, she struck at the black-haired attorney.
But Madame Sancercy caught Lucette's wrist and, twisting it expertly, made the chauffeur shriek in pain as she dropped the frayed branch. Then, deftly seizing the young woman's other wrist, she forced the fuming, struggling beauty over to the pillory, opened the top piece and pressed Lucette's neck and wrists into the yokeholes. Then she locked her down. "At your service, M'sieu Duverneuil," she said, a little breathlessly. She then hurried to the bench to untie Lisette and lifted the girl gently to her feet.
"Brava!" he commended the housekeeper, and to Lisette he murmured, "My poor little darling, it's over now. But how shamelessly you appear before your husband. We must remedy that. Madame Sancercy, do me the favour of obliging one of these 'creatures"'- he pronounced the word with scorn - "to lend my wife her negligee."
The housekeeper, eyes flashing, threateningly approached copper-haired Paulette, who, wide-eyed with fear, swiftly doffed her creamy negligee and turned it over, heedless of her own nakedness. Lisette hastily donned the garment, and then embraced her husband, shedding fresh tears-but these were tears of happiness.
"I thought they'd whip me to death, m'amour," she confided.
"Now, now, my darling, it's over. And you shall show me what you've learned, but this time in a far less passive way," Jacques joked. "Madame Sancercy, suppose you make the naked young woman protect her modesty by fastening her securely to the whipping post?"
"Gladly, M'sieu," the housekeeper laughed.
Seizing Paulette Renaud by the earlobe, as she would a naughty child, and slapping her with a free hand on her bottom, she forced the sobbing model to the bench, made her lie down on it, and then swiftly tied her wrists and ankles, as Lisette's had been. The same pillow now projected Paulette's bare haunches up in a most lascivious way.
"Now, ladies (though that term is hardly fitting for you), if you will emulate your companion there and remove your negligees, we shall prepare you for atonement," Jacques turned to the cowering Suzanne, Madeleine and Janine.
"Not-n-naked, please, M'sieu Duverneuil ," Suzanne breathed, her cheeks flaming, "not before you-"
"You flatter yourself," he sneered, "if you think I would be at all tempted by your perverted body. Strip, before I have my housekeeper do it for you!"
Suzanne whimpered as the buxom Odette Sancercy approached her. She hastily tugged off her negligee and let it fall, then buried her face in her hands as the housekeeper pushed her towards the cross and tied her wrists and ankles to the metal rings set into the wooden X-frame.
Madeleine Surmain pleaded tearfully to be spared, but the adamant young husband warned her she would only aggravate her case if she continued complaining, and at last she stood naked and weeping, leaving only Janine Ericourt to confront the wrath of Lisette's virile avenger. Madame Sancercy forced Madeleine over a tall leather-padded stool, made her drape herself over it, then strapped her wrists and ankles tightly and left her there to await punishment.
Before Jacques' angry gaze, Janine quailed, and at last, weeping bitterly, removed her negligee. Madame Sancercy unceremoniously took her by the earlobe, as she had done with Paulette, and, smacking Janine's magnificent bare behind, she led her to the sawhorse. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the lower legs, and thus her buttocks distended lewdly by the narrow horizontal ridge of the apparatus. Jacques seated himself on an ottoman and lit a cigarette. "And now, Lisette and Madame Sancercy, I leave the field of endeavour up to you and your imaginations!" he said jokingly.
Lisette gasped in childlike delight to find herself at last in charge of these women. Going to the panoply on the wall, she selected a broad thick black leather strap, and decided to begin with Janine. The brunette, with a cry of alarm, writhed painfully on the sawhorse, her tenderest parts chafed by the infernal ridge.
"Ohh no!" she moaned, "Oh, have mercy on me - not with that horrid strap, you will hurt me too much! "
"Not so much as you would have hurt me just now," said Lisette honestly, "and it's going to be nothing compared to the worst hurt of all-your trying to make me give up my adored Jacques!"
Lisette, eyes glowing, round young breasts swelling gloriously against the clinging negligee, raised the strap and brought it down with a sinister Crack! across the broadest curves of Janine's writhing naked bottom. "Eouuuwww! Ohh, mignonne, pity, I can't bear it! Oh, have mercy!" Janine cried frantically. Now Madame Sancercy selected a birch, and stepping towards the whipping bench, began Paulette Renaud's atonement with a slashing, dextrous cut over the tops of her hips. At once a wild cry of pain arose and Paulette's naked, lithe body jerked convulsively against her bonds.
Jacques watched, his eyes glittering at the lubricious, impassioned scene before him. Lisette, panting with exertion, flailed Janine's behind till the brunette Lesbian nearly fainted in agony. Her spasmodic twisting over the horse irritated the soft nook of her cunt, and she constantly implored Lisette for mercy. 'Oh, Dieu, it's too much! Ahrr-ohh, whip me if you must, but please, take me down from this infernal horse! You're tearing me raw- But Lisette ignored her pleas.
Paulette received her fair share, too. Madame Sancercy cast aside the frayed birch after some thirty cuts. Now the redhead's writhing buttocks welted redly.
Then the housekeeper seized a riding crop and approached the St. Andrew's cross, at which Suzanne, pressing her trembling naked body against the harsh wood, feverishly and tearfully begged for mercy. But thirty more lashes left her bottom blazing with weals. She sagged, half-swooning, from her shackles.
Lisette, who had came to Jacques for encouragement and a tender kiss, now regained her second wind. Taking one of the birch rods soaking in the bucket of brine, she strode towards the whipping stool over which Madeleine was bound. She began with a swishing cut as the withers leaped round the naked victim's hips and drew a shriek of torment accompanied by the most lascivious wrigglings. Jacques observed that his young bride was deriving erotic pleasure from this active participation. He smiled knowingly to himself. When at last Lisette stopped, out of breath, the birch was frayed and Madeleine's naked behind and upper thighs were vividly striated.
Finally it was Lucette's turn. By now, the chauffeur, horrified at the sounds of the preceding four punishments, was struggling to free herself. But Lisette lowered the boyish Lesbian's breeches, nevertheless, exposing her taut bottom and legs. Madame Sancercy then took a long-handled bath brush and began to spank those trim naked globes with vehement, sonorous smacks that soon had Lucette humbly and tearfully begging for mercy like the others.
But Madame Sancercy merely reversed the brush and gave another twenty spanks with the harsh, bristled side. Hysterically, Lucette disregarded her Sapphic penchant and shamelessly offered herself to Jacques if only he would halt the thrashing. His reply was annihilating.
"Madame Sancercy," he commanded, "show that shameless bitch how little I think of her charms by rubbing the bristles against the very place she wished to invite me!"
And the housekeeper, despite Lucette's wild cries and supplications, vindictively scraped the stiff bristles of the brush back and forth over Lucette's agonised cunt.
"Now that justice has been served, I leave you all," Jacques said as he lit a final cigarette. "My wife, Madame Sancercy and I will say nothing of what has just happened - unless, of course, any of you should be foolish enough to attempt communication with us again."
He turned to Lisette. "Come, my darling. Tonight, since you have such enthusiasm for spanking, I shall see if I can't from now on satisfy all your hidden needs!"
And, indeed, that night in their conjugal bedroom, Lisette shamelessly and joyously laid across her adoring husband's lap. And she, herself, rolled up the sheer night-gown so that he might "prepare" her voluptuous bottom with a good hand spanking before finishing her amorous correction with twenty strokes of the back of a hairbrush. Then, in his virile embrace, she knew at last the glorious difference between the perverse Lesbian lash and the conjugal lash of love!
