Since each of the four Lesbians was quite wealthy, with no need to earn a livelihood, they could travel as they wished. Thus, as the first cold, bleak days of autumn fell upon the Normandy countryside, Janine, Suzanne, Madeleine, and Paulette bade a tender au revoir to their beloved protégéé Lisette, and departed to spend the winter at St. Tropez with its golden beaches and warm sun, where their full bodies might revel in the tropical warmth-a warmth that lent even greater ardor to their nocturnal orgies.

Though her Lesbian friends, Lisette Joyaux became a woman, though she remained as yet untutored to the ways of the male sex. Unaccustomed as she was to men, all her carnal feelings revolved around the exquisite and lascivious sensations the four priestesses had awakened in her, and she longed for springtime when the women would return. To distract herself, she took up her studies in the rural school a mile from her home, but even wily old Madame Perichaud sensed that the girl was forlorn and unhappy. She hinted darkly of this to her employer.

The spinster only sighed and said, "Yes, it's true, Madame Perichaud, but what would you have me do? At least we live far from the wickedness of Paris. It is true that she doesn't have companions, but doubtless soon there will be a handsome young man, her Prince Charming, who will come and give purpose to her lonely life. Don't spoil her illusions, dear Madame Perichaud."

"But what would truly be best for the girl, Ma'mselle Hortensia, would be for her to be with other people her own age. Now back in Paris, there are fine schools and excellent teachers," the housekeeper proposed.

But Hortensia Clomaris retorted, "I must look after my sister's child in the way I think best, Madame Perichaud, though I appreciate your concern. We are happy here where there is peace and beauty. It is close to nature, and one does not have this in the city. Never mind, Lisette is a good girl and at least here no harm can befall her."

And thus, unwittingly, the affectionate spinster made it possible for her niece to continue in those clandestine ways which she learned from her four voluptuous initiators, for they returned in April to take up residence again in the rented mansion. And once again, Lisette's eyes brightened. Each day she could hardly wait to hurry over to the house to have tea and cakes with her dear friends.

The four Lesbians decided to pay a visit to the girl's aunt so that Hortensia would harbor no concerns over the identity of her niece's companions. One afternoon in early May, wearing their loveliest dresses and behaving with utmost decorum and politeness, Janine, Suzanne, Madeleine, and Paulette visited Lisette's elderly aunt. And Hortensia Clomaris was touched by this act of thoughtfulness and offered nothing but loud praise for the young women who professed to be so fond of her adored niece. Even Madame Perichaud, shrewd as she was, expressed no words of censure regarding the manners and the bearing and the elegant clothing these visitors displayed. Wealth impressed her, you see, and it was evident that the occupants of the neighboring mansion were quite well off and thus had every right to act like ladies of leisure.

And so this second summer intensified the sensual and spiritual hold which these four Lesbians imposed upon Lisette. Still adorably shy despite her sexual awakening, Lisette willingly surrendered herself to the desires of the amorous quartet. One June afternoon, after partaking of the usual high tea, she was permitted to watch Janine chastise coppery-haired Paulette over the pretext that the latter had left her room untidy. Wide-eyed, her firm young breasts rising and falling erratically with giddy anticipation, Lisette followed her friends upstairs to a windowless guest room that had been designated as the "Chamber of Punishment." There Janine, face stem, stood impassively as lovely Paulette sank to her knees and, entwining her arms around her dear friend's waist, implored mercy. The appeal was rejected, and Janine made a sign to Suzanne and Madeleine to prepare the culprit for her chastisement.

They lifted Paulette by the elbows and led her towards a low wide couch on one side of the room. Docilely she allowed them to remove her dress and slip, so her lithe, boyishly slim body was provocatively displayed in brassiere and lace-trimmed panties, her sheer flesh-colored nylons held up without a wrinkle on long sleek legs by a black satin garter belt.

First Madeleine and Suzanne blindfolded Paulette. They then unfastened her brassiere, freeing her boldly thrusting breasts, the soft satiny skin of which was flecked with adorable rosy dots, the complexion of a true redhead. Lisette's eyes fixed on those pear-like turrets with their narrow, dark coral aureole and the pert, nipple buds, and an ineffable languor took possession of her. Next, they bound Paulette's wrists with a silken sash, and gently forced her down on her belly on the couch. Suzanne ordered Paulette to arch up her hips so a pillow could be thrust under her loins, thus elevating up her oval-cheeked posterior in a provocative manner to better accept the sting of the birch rod, for this was the instrument of punishment Janine had decided upon.

Then Madeleine brought a pan of water and doused the thin white silk panties till the garment clung to Paulette's resilient bottom like a second skin. Meanwhile, Suzanne approached, carrying the punishment device, a birch composed of six long, supple switches, with one end bound by a black cloth to serve as a handle for the wielder. Janine took the rod and, placing herself at the victim's left, lectured Paulette about her misdeeds.

"You shall count each stroke, you naughty girl, and thank me for it, do you understand?" she pronounced.

"Oh yes, my adored Janine," Paulette murmured huskily, squirming on the couch with her bottom held high and wide.

Madeleine and Suzanne placed themselves at each end of the couch to act as assistants, while Janine raised the slim swishy rod over those tensing oval globes. Paulette's ivory-and-rose-tinged flesh peeked through the soaked fabric of the panties.

Lisette's heart pounded wildly as she waited for the rod to fall. She tasted the sweet anguish of suspense as if she herself were lying naked and condemned under the rod. She actually coveted Paulette's place there on the sacrificial alter, for she adored Janine more than the other three women. She possessed an intense need to be dominated, a need for servitude and a need to be accepted and loved by someone who would control and punish her.

Between her thighs she felt the quivering wetness of desire, caused by the sight of this preparation-this prelude to punishment. She longed to fling herself down beside Paulette, to implore Janine, "Whip me, too! I have been naughty!"

The rod fell with a moist Huishhhh, the switches flattening and spreading fantail across both jouncy buttocks, descending in a vertical cut that stung Paulette's flesh vividly. Her body stiffened, then a choking groan escaped the coppery-haired Lesbian as she turned her blindfolded face towards her executioner and gasped: "One! Thank you, Janine!"

Her body quivered violently, the muscles of her sleek thighs and calves surging, receding, rippling. She readied herself for a new stroke, not knowing how many she was to receive. Nor did Janine impart this knowledge, wishing to keep the victim in constant suspense. By the time six strokes were administered, the sheer material of the soaked panties was tearing, and glimpses of delectable ivory flesh appeared, marked by the bright pink stripes of the rod. Paulette, her head bowed, fingers clasped and twisting till the knuckles turned white, ground herself against the couch, holding her legs tightly clenched to hide and protect her most tender parts. Thus far the punishment had alternated on the tensing globes of Paulette's behind, but now Janine began flogging horizontally. She brought her arm up high and then arched it so that the birch bit into both cheeks at once. Now the tip of the rod sometimes flicked the edge of the hip or the upper thigh, causing Paulette to wriggle and twist convulsively. She continued to call out the count and to thank her executioner each time, but her voice grew more and more flurried with sobs. At last, on the twelfth blow, which cut wickedly across the base of her saucy posterior, she uttered a piercing cry and rolled off the couch, sobbing as if her heart would break.

But Suzanne and Madeleine lifted her back to the couch. This time, to insure her immobility, Suzanne grasped Paulette's bound wrists at one end of the couch while Madeleine sat at the other end and secured Paulette's slim ankles.

Lisette could scarcely breathe; her face was flushed, her eyes dilated and humid, and her nipples and pussy ached from the hot impulses which seethed in her virginal body. She pictured herself there on the couch, stripped and bound, awaiting the lash, and she shuddered as she cupped her own breasts.

"You shall have six extra strokes for that misbehavior, wicked girl," Janine scolded. She laid the birch languidly across the lower summits of that upturned bottom to indicate to her victim where the next stroke would fall. "And I shan't tell you how many you are going to get all told. You must learn better humility when it's your turn to be punished. Hold her tightly, my darlings! I want that bottom of hers to smoke before I'm finished with it!"

Janine lifted her arm and the rod swished down across the designated spot. Paulette jerked violently, her bottom rearing up from the pillow. It took all the strength of Madeleine and Suzanne to prevent her from flinging herself off the couch again. Nonetheless, she managed to count out the stroke and to thank Janine in a voice that was choking with sobs and groans.

Lisette could not remove her eyes from that thrilling spectacle. Her brain and flesh churned with perverse thoughts and feelings as she imagined herself immolated upon that same sacrificial altar, offered up to punishment, feeling the stinging heat of the switches, twisting and squirming and displaying shamelessly all her most intimate body parts as the rod cracked upon her tender skin. The wet smacks of the switches and the redhead's sobbing cries and pleas for mercy permeated the guest room like a bizarre and lascivious symphony Writhing and twisting, turning her blindfolded face back over one ivory shoulder to entreat pardon, the victim endured a prolonged, but not unduly severe, birching. Janine, adept with the rod as her three comrades, knew precisely how to exact the maximum voluptuous suffering without marring the flesh or overtaking the endurance of her little friend. Nonetheless, Paulette received twenty-six cuts of the birch before Janine declared herself satisfied, and then made a sign to Madeleine and Suzanne to untie the culprit's wrists and remove the blindfold.

No sooner was this done than the coppery-haired beauty flung herself down on her knees and, winding her supple arms around Janine's legs, pressed her face passionately against the brunette's loins, kissing avidly through the thin chemise which alone covered Janine's nakedness.

Suzanne and Madeleine were in each other's arms, kissing and exchanging long tongue-kisses. Meanwhile Lisette, neglected and isolated amidst this amorous narcissism, uttered a sobbing cry: "Oh, please, whip me, too! I've been naughty! I've played with myself just dreaming of you! Love me! Whip me! Please love me - I need it so!"

In that cry, the golden-haired girl expressed the very crux of her emotional nature: a longing to be dominated and mastered, to become the slave of someone kind yet forceful, someone who would fulfil her in the ways of love and passion.

And thus, Madeleine Surmain took pity on the weeping girl, and, whispering to Suzanne to be patient, moved over to the couch and beckoned Lisette to approach and to place herself across her lap.

But this time Lisette did not receive just a minor spanking. It began as such, with skirt and petticoat hoisted high above her waist and tucked neatly into place so that her buttocks protruded unprotected. Then Madeleine, with a gurgling laugh, drew down the thin white panties to the knees, and began to caress the rounded, white skin of Lisette's vulnerable posterior.

At this point, Suzanne intervened. She grasped the two golden braids of Lisette's hair in her left hand, and, having already disrobed to her chemise and sandals, she unbuttoned the legs of the chemise and drew them apart with the fingers of her right hand and thus exposed her silky pussy hair. And as Madeleine began to spank the ripe, firm, buttocks of the eager penitent, Suzanne dragged on Lisette's braids, forcing the girl to lick and suck her seething cunt until with a cry of ecstasy and several wild thrusts of her pelvis, the sweet liquid essence of her love canal welled up and burst forth.

Thus passed a second summer of amorous games, further enslaving beautiful Lisette Joyaux to the toils and joys of Lesbian bondage.. .a bondage not broken for three years, and then, unexpectedly, by a virile, jealous, and demanding young man!