A lady’s tale

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Paulette lays sprawled on the bed, The anger boils and seizes in Michelle, his massive hands in white knurled balls at his side. As she leans up on her elbows, folding her legs at the knees to cover herself from him as best she can.

“Yes Monsieur Batard. You are the master of this house and I Paulette de Coucher, a Serving Wench who serves your wishes.”

She lay there demurely watching me. Paulette’s a voice soft, submissive whisper.

“Paulette you will address as Michelle!”

An evil grin twists his lips.

“For Mademoiselle de Coucher I think that you shall “KNOW” me very well.”

There was a leering irony in his carefully chosen words. He turned on his heel and stormed out of her chamber.

Michelle searched the wardrobe for just the right ensemble for Paulette. Each item chosen with care, the chemise, simple virginal white, the square cut neck deep it would barely cover her nipples the length would hang only to her upper thighs. The skirt maroon, would hang down to only 6” above her trim ankles, he slit the right side to within 3” of the waist. The black bodice, which would mould to her firm supple body, the top edge riding along the line of her nipples. Finally the last galling touch a scarlet silken ribbon to be worn as a choker. A mark of his ownership of Paulette to keep the eager hands of the lecherous customers at bay, for no man would willing incur Michelle Batard’s wrath. There would be no cap as for a proper lady nor mantelette to cover her and chimes.

Flinging the door to Paulette’s chamber open Michelle quickly slams it closed.

“ Your Clothes Mademoiselle.”

His voice flat and cold as he tosses the bundle to her, all but the scarlet ribbon in his pocket.

“Now get dressed girl”

Again that wicked smile.

“I wish you to amuse me with your performance Paulette as you do it.”

Michelle leans against the door and simply smiles at her.

 

[mya]

Paulette

“Now get dressed girl.” Paulette stared at the array of clothing dumped on the bed beside her. He continued, “I wish you to amuse me with your performance Paulette as you do it.” Not again, thought Paulette. First it had been watching her bath and now watching her dress? Michelle grinned wickedly as he waited. He sure seemed pleased with himself.

Paulette’s fingers sorted through the clothing—a chemise, an overdress, and a bodice. She noticed the long tear up the seam of the dress right away. She looked up at Michelle and his grin merely grew. “Hurry it up Girl!”

“But Michelle, I must fix this skirt first. Perhaps you have a needle and thread I could use to fix it? It will take but a minute.”

 

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He smile at Paulette, She cringes as I approach her. I lift her chin with but a single finger and Kiss her boldly taking liberties with her sweet mouth as my tongue savors her trapped innocents.

Michelle break the unwelcome kiss

“ You’ll wear it as it is Girl”

Again the low threading whisper.

As he return to my perch by the chamber door.

 

[mya]

Paulette

As Michelle made his move toward her, Paulette realized the mistake she had made. And that he would make her pay for it. Once again Michelle pillaged her mouth with his tongue. She quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as he strode away from her. Paulette’s eyes shot darts at him, but she remained quiet. She lifted the chemise and quickly pulled it over her head before Michelle got any other ideas. She stood and smoothed the thin white fabric over her body. It was much too short. The neckline plunged too deeply. She new she could not bend over without risking revealing the rosy tips of her breasts. She adjusted the chemise, lifting it slightly higher. Her nipples were only just covered. Until she bent over to step into the maroon skirt when they were again revealed. She knew he could see down her chemise and even upon standing straight again, the chemise had shifted enough that the dusty areola peeked from her top. Paulette again adjusted the neckline of her chemise before closing her skirt about her waist. She felt the cool air sneaking in through the long slit on her dress. She’d reminded herself to take small steps and keep that side to the wall as much as possible.

She picked up the black bodice and circled it around her waist. It would be tight, very tight. She tried to lift it higher to cover her nipples. But as she began to work the laces in back, the corset would not rest naturally there. Instead is slipped further south to rest on her luscious hips. She was having difficulties lacing the bodice. “Please Michelle,” she asked softly, “can you please help me do up the back of my bodice?”

 

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A flash of anger as he turns and she is already in her shift, yet it quickly subsides. Michelle delighted in Paulette humiliation. Her desperate efforts to try and claim some sheared of lady like decency form the vestments he has selected to adorn her, and to highlight, Paulette’s virginal beauty.

“Please Michelle,”
She softly pleads.
“can you please help me do up the back of my bodice?”
Michelle smiles for he know how it most gall this proud beauty to beg for his assistance to suffer his presence so close to her. Silently Michelle’s massive forms approaches and towers over the petite Paulette. Without a word his fingers start to work the lacing, slowly drawing the edges of the bodice together. First at Paulette’s trim waist then higher. As each eyelet meet, as the black molds to her supple body, it is as if a lover is slowly sensually, seductively caressing Paulette. Paulette is denied even the slight pleasure of melting in to Michelle’s massive arms she must stand there barefooted and endure this divine torture.

The silence in the chamber is deafening with the exception of her breathing. Finally the last pair of eyelets meet and Michelle ties the lacing off. His hands slow slip around Paulette’s trim waist up along the sensual curve of her torso, mimicking the caress of the bodice till he rolls ther nipples of both her heaving breasts between thumb and fore finger.
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[mya]

Paulette

Moving from the bottom to the top, Michelle seemed to delight in cinching her ribs in tight. Each pull of the laces hugged the material against her like a lover’s arms. Each pull of the laces caused her cleavage to ripen to a rounded fullness. Paulette blushed as she saw her body become much more seductive, much more womanly under the helpful hand of Michelle Batard. Deep down she knew that was true of more than just his helping to close her bodice.

As his hands slipped around her to examine his work for himself, her body heated again. Somehow Michelle Batard knew exactly how to make her body burn and then chill it again. Apparently he felt it was time to turn the heat up again as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Paulette moaned loudly. A quick heat dampened her thighs. Suddenly she was glad the chemise gave Him access to her nipples. For the pleasure he brought her was unlike any she’d ever felt before and it had a way of consuming her. To the point that she forgot who she was and where she was and who she was with and that she shouldn’t be enjoying his touch so much. She groaned again as he continued to work her flesh and she stood perfectly still praying he’d continue.

 

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Paulette moaned loudly as her supple body can no longer deny the pleasure that Michelle’s hands brings to it. He slowly draws Paulette to him, as he pleases her nipples, He blows softly on the nape of Paulette’s neck, and the fine golden wisp of hair dance in his breath, a kiss , then another behind her ear, each accompany by a little lick. Michelle’s breath is warm and moist on her neck as he nibbles her earlobe. All is Silent for he does not speak, the room deathly quiet save for Paulette’s labored breathing.

Michelle’s right hand slowly moves from Paulette’s nipple. It rest just up on the curve of her breast, then ever so slowly slides down the side of her sculptured torso. It follows the sensual curve of her young virginal body to the swell of her hip, then terries there a moment.

Michelle lets Paulette’s anticipation grow, then his hand moves down along the flare of Paulette’s hip to her thigh. It dips into the slit in her skirt. The cool bare flesh of his hand meets the fevered velvet bare flesh of Paulette’s thigh. Michelle hand slide seductively down to just above Paulette’s keen, lightly tickling her leg, then around to slowly curve to her inner thigh. Michelle’s hand starts its slow assent up Paulette’s inner thigh till at last his fingers just graze Paulette’s golden fleece.

 

[mya]

His soft kisses on her neck make Paulette realize how very serious this game she is playing with Michelle is. But it feels so good and she remains still in his arms determined to allow herself to enjoy it. Soft mewing noises leave her lips involuntarily. Then his hands continue to raise her temperature as one slides silently downward. Paulette holds her breath as his fingers stroke down her her side, over her hips, and slip inside the slit of her dress.

Now she knew why Michelle refused to let her sew it up. She could not honestly say at this moment that she was upset. She held her breath willing his fingers to move closer to the source of her heat. His fingers move over her thighs, drawing ever so slowly closer and closer. Silently she urges him to move closer still. Finally she feels his soft gentle touch disturb the curls there. She leans back against him once again as she bites her lip and closes her eyes preparing for more.

 

[cgraven]

The hearth glows, a smoldering passion that consumes the logs resting in its firry embrace. The moon silvery light bathes Paulette’s alabaster skin and caresses her heaving bosom. The only sound the soft mewing sighs that escape Paulette’s parched lips. Michelle holds her there, not by his sheer physical strength, but by the gentle caresses of his fingers and lips on Paulette’s fevered flesh.

His finger grazes Paulette’s golden fleece and she leans back against him, her eyes flutter close, Paulette bites her lips, lest they betray the building inferno that threatens to engulf her, in a firry blaze of passion. Yet still she plays the lady. Michelle smiles in to the darkness of the room for Paulette’s body has already betrayed her deep longs to his fingers.

Michele’s thumb and fore finger at Paulette’s nipple, their touch now a bit more forceful as he gently tugs and pinches the taunt bud. He now slowly half circles her puffy areola with the lightest of caresses. He sucks her earlobe between his lips, suckles it a moment, and then release it to trace the contours of her shell like ear with the tip of his tongue. Kisses Hot & Firry, tantalizing tonguing, flows down the curve of Paulette’s neck, to the soft hollow where neck meets her silken shoulder, then a quick bite.

Michelle’s middle finger, its touch as soft as a butterfly’s wing, traces the contour of Paulette’s roes pink labia, each stroke a bit deeper, gliding on the 1st dew drops of Paulette’s virginal passion. At last that finger graze her throbbing clit, as it peeks from it’s hooded shelter.

 

[mya]

Paulette

His rougher treatment of her nipples sent fire raging through her body. The cry that escaped her lips could have been from pain, but even she knew it was from pleasure. She wanted him to do it again, but instead his fingers retreated with soft teasing touches around her swollen buds. But as the fingers of his other hand kissed her nether lips, she forgot momentarily about the need she had in her breasts. Finally his fingers lit on the spot she needed them so badly. Her little swollen clit begged for his attention. Unbidden Paulette’s thighs open further inviting him to explore further. Yet cruelly he pulled his fingers away again. And Paulette cried out again, this time in need. Michelle’s tongue and mouth ravaged her ear and her neck, only adding to the stimulation her body was feeling. Her head lolled back on his shoulder.

His fleeting touch on her clit and his teasing manipulation of her nipples was no longer enough. She writhed in his arms with need. “Please Michelle, please. I need more,” she cried out. Her need was great and she begged him further, “Please make this fire burn higher, I beg you.” Her own head turned and she laid a kiss upon his cheek as his teeth nipped her shoulder.

 

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Paulette could no longer fight the burning passion that Michelle had ignited in her virginal body, with his kisses bites, and maddening subtle, sensual, and seductive caresses. The abandon cry of pleasure that rang from her innocent lips echos through the still of the chamber. The way Paulette’s velvet thighs parted to welcome, no beg for his most intimate touch, where no man had ever dare to touch the proud haughty, MADMASELLE AMÉLIE BOUGUEREAU. Yet Paulette de Coucher moaned in pleasure at his touch, and writhed in his arms with need.

“Please Michelle, please. I need more,”

A desperate moan of need tinged Paulette’s torture voice.

“Please make this fire burn higher, I beg you.”

Her head turns a desperation and need reflected in her smoky passion filled eyes. Paulette’s lips a lips on Michelle’s cheek, a sweet supplication of need and surrender. Michelle Batard makes no answer to Paulette’s pleas, he merely sweeps her petite nubile body into his arms, kisses her with a deep wild passion as before, then carries Paulette’s trembling body to the simple bed of the chamber.

He lays her there a virgin sacrifice up on the alter. Michelle stands there in towering silence, his eyes mask any feelings that lie within. As he gazes upon Paulette, his hand goes to the slit in her skirt and draws the material slowly back revealing Paulette’s smooth sculptor legs, the perfection of her thighs, then he lifts the helm of her chemise turning it back. Paulette is naked, exposed, and open to Michelle.

Slowly He lowers his massive form to lie beside Paulette. A kiss brushes hers lips ever so briefly holding out the pleasure of a deep lingering kiss, only to fly away, and at that moment his finger again begins to massage her blood engorged clit. Kisses, tonguing gentle, tender, then demanding follow the curve of Paulette’s neck to the sweet valley between her heaving breasts. A long slow seductive lick up that sweetly scented valley. Michelle thumb now joins the intimate massage of her clitoris. He lifts his eyes to Paulette’s, then his head dips to suckle her pearl hard nipple.

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette’s anticipation grows as Michelle swings her into his arms and deposits her with great gentleness upon the bed. As he bares her heated body to his gaze and to his touch her excitement grows ten fold. Her body begins to react, though she knows not exactly why. Goose flesh raises on her thighs and tummy. Her pointed nipples harden further. Moist heat floods between her legs. And her eyes watch Michelle Batard’s every move…keeping silent for fear she’ll break the mood.

The touch of his lips upon hers is so gentle and light, but then it’s gone. But as his finger slips between her folds to rub her swollen nub, her body tightens immediately and she bites her lip to keep her moans inside. Her fingers clench into the bedding by her hips. His lips and tongue send shivers down her spine as they taste the flesh from her ear to her chest. As his lips close over her hard nipple, she can hold her noise in no longer. Her back arches, her head lolls back ward and a loud groan of deep pleasure is wrenched from her lungs.

 

[cgraven]

Paulette’s young innocent body is engulfed in pleasure that her virginal mind could not even conceive of till this dark stormy evening, of sensual delight broke up on her.


Paulette’s fingers clench the bedding, Her back arches to Michelle’s touch. Her nubile form quivers, shivers, at his seductive teasing, and pleasing of the torrid, buds her nipples have become. Paulette’s head lolls back ward and as he wrenches a loud groaning moan of deep pleasure from her tortured lungs, as they fight for breathe in her spiraling passion.

Suddenly nothing, as Michelle mouth and touch leave Paulette, withering in desire and need. Then his fingers, moist with Paulette’s dewy nectar lightly circle Paulette’s swollen areola, then again rolls her nipples under the pads of his thumbs. Michelle’s breath so hot, so moist stirs her sun, gold, downy fleece. Michelle smiles to himself and waits till Paulette’s anticipation must be sweet agony. Then suddenly, a long slow seductive lick that deeply cleaves Paulette’s virginal folds, to flick across her clit. He brings, her to the very brink of ecstasy, and sweet release time and again, yet never granting her what her body craves for. Again nothing.

And Michelle stands gazing down at Paulette’s wither form, and for the 1st time he speaks.

“Ah Paulette, it is late and you must rise early to learn your new duties.”

Michelle’s voice a soft seductive whisper.

“Rest well Madamaselle”

 

[mya]

“Ah Paulette, it is late and you must rise early to learn your new duties. Rest well Madamaselle."

Paulette could not believe her ears! That he would take her to this point, to this need and not relieve her. She raised up on her elbows upon the bed, her wet nipples still glistening and her legs wide open for him to see her need.

"Please Michelle," she begged as a tear formed in her eye, "do not leave me here like this. Please I beg you."

 

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Michelle Batard

"Please Michelle,"

Paulette begs, a single crystalline tear in her eye, the symbol of Paulette’s needs and surrender.

"do not leave me here like this. Please I beg you."

That perfect tear trickles down Paulette’s pristine cheek. Michelle lifts her chin with but a single finger, and kisses that tear away. A kiss so tender, so gentle, a kiss to sooth a frighten child in the dark of night. His voice so tender , a hushed whisper in the seizing storm of her emotions.

“ Paulette I gave you my word child………Your virtue is safe this night.”

Michelle brushes Paulette’s lips with a light, chaste, kiss then leaves her in the cold loneliness of her chamber lost and alone in the night.

An so the cool, reserved, demur, lady, AMÉLIE BOUGUEREAU dies in Paulette’s surrender, and Paulette de Coucher, Serving Wench, is born in that tide of wild savage passion that has engulfed them both.

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The next three weeks, a time of hard work for Paulette, hauling water from the well, scrubbing the copper and bronze kettles, the skillets and “spiders” on which Michelle Batard prepares the culinary delights of his simple inn. The new personages of power drawn there to delight in his creations. M. Pierre’ de Turne’ the magistrate of the Republic, Jules Tugas merchant and cunning survivor, And M. Captain Ovid De Corbeau, of the National Guard, newly appointed “Commissioner of Public Safety.”

Paulette’s once soft, pale, pampered body grows strong with her hard wok. The gentle, sensual, curves now toned and more stunningly seductive, and appealing than before. Michelle Batard starts to teach Paulette the mysteries of his kitchen, the way to dice, and chop the vegetables, how to hold the bowl when whisking the eggs for a soufflé His arms would be wrapped around her his body close to her, his breath warm and moist on the nape of her neck, the instructions he gave, stirring the whips of stray hairs there. Occasionally his hand would slip within the slit of Paulette’s skirt to tease and delight her, a reminder of the pleasures that might be hers. With each passing day as the weeks slipped by AMÉLIE truly faded away and Paulette grew stronger.

Michelle never allowed the clients to get more than a fleeting glance of Paulette de Coucher, for he knew until AMÉLIE BOUGUEREAU was truly dead to Paulette it would be her death warrant, and all his carefully laid schemes would come to not. Finally at the end of the 4th week when the Inn was quite the guest a bid, the last of the evening meal cleared away, the pots and dishes dried and stacked Michelle Batard lit a small lantern.

“Come Paulette.”

Michelle leads her down through the wine cellars through a hidden passage to the Hot Spring, which lay hidden beneath the Inn, The remains of a Roman Temple to Acridities, the sanctuary. The silent cold eyes of Acridities’s marble statue look out over the remains of her sanctuary, the sacrificial altar to her honor so long laying in disuse.

“ Paulette you have done well Ma Chere, and I am well pleased with you, so as a reward you may bathe here this evening. You may disrobe now.”

There is a twinkle in Michelle Batard eyes as he sits on the old Roman marble bench and smiles at Paulette.

“Now Ma Belle Chere.”

His voice soft smooth yet very commanding.

 

[mya]

Paulette

“Come Paulette.” At his words, Paulette immediately fell in with his step to go wherever he led her. For the first time, she learned the back way to the hot springs. The one Michelle had not bothered to show her a month ago when she’d first arrived. She smiled softly as she remembered.

As Michelle settles himself to comfortably once again watch her bath, he commands her gently, “Paulette you have done well Ma Chere, and I am well pleased with you, so as a reward you may bathe here this evening. You may disrobe now.” Paulette hesitates before undressing, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of the hot springs and the statues, so beautiful in the flickering torch light. Taking a moment longer than she should have, Michelle gives Paulette one more gentle reminder. “Now Ma Belle Chere.” The emphasis was on the “now”. Paulette only wished to please him—she’d learned weeks ago that in so doing she too would likely be rewarded with pleasure of some sort. Like the warm bath tonight—after weeks of only sponge bathes in cold water.

Paulette moved closer to Michelle. “Please Michelle. Won’t you untie the lace of my bodice please?” She turned and stood with her back to him as she gathered her long curls up in her hand and pulled them safely aside. Michelle wordlessly tugged open the lacing, until the bodice came free of her body. Quickly he set it aside and ran his hand up and over Paulette’s peeking nipples. It felt so good. But Michelle quickly removed his hands and she knew she must return to the task he’d given her tout suite.

She opened the fastening on her skirt and carefully folded it and set it with her corset beside Michelle on the bench. He slides his hand up quickly between her legs to check to see how aroused she is. He pulls his fingers away again with her juices upon his fingers. He brings his fingers to his nose and smells her unique scent before deftly using his tongue to clean his fingers. Paulette quickly tugs the chemise off her naked body. It joins the rest of her clothing. Paulette stands nude before Michelle, the moonlight of the early evening beginning to bask on her alabaster skin. “May I now enter the hot springs and bathe?” she asks calmly, well aware that Michelle had not actually said she could bathe at that moment. He’d said she could bathe there that evening…but the evening was long yet.

 

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Michelle Batard

Paulette had not hesitated but came willingly at my command, so much had changed in that month since she 1st arrived on his door step. Now Paulette would willing do his bidding in the kitchen, and no longer shied from Michelle’s occasional imitate touches. She Michelle Batard was pleased with her progress so far. His pondering interrupted by Paulette’s shy yearning whisper.

“Please Michelle. Won’t you untie the lace of my bodice please?”

A teasing caress, then pinch, of Her sweet peeked virginal nipples. Then two fingers slid the moist, silken, length of Paulette’s rose pink neither lips to massage her clit already excited and peeking from its hooded hiding place.

Michelle lifts the fingers to his buboes nose, inhales Paulette’s heady, dark musky scent and languidly licks his fingers.

“Ah so sweet Ma Chere.”

Paulette stands there naked in the flickering torch, light, the slivery moon light dances up on the steaming waters of grotto, the old bronze mirrors stealing the ghostly light from the night sky to offer it to Acridities, the goddess of love. How so like Paulette fire, and ice the two lights warring for dominance.

“May I now enter the hot springs and bathe?”

“ Yes Ma Chere you may.”

Michelle watches as Paulette slowly enter the hot springs, down the marble steps the water rising higher with each step , to her shapely calves, her dimpled knees, to mid thigh , the finally the warm steam waters kiss Paulette’s sweet sex. She hesitates a moment, another step and The waters encircle Paulette’s trim waste.

“Paulette, wait’

I pause and silence fills the grotto.

“I shall bathe with you ……………Come here and disrobe me”

Michelle massive body rises from the marble bench and his towering figure awaits Paulette.

 

[mya]

Paulette

Halfway into the warm water already, Paulette dutifully waded back out of the grotto. The cool night air instantly chilled her wet skin. Still she trod back to Batard’s side as he’d requested. Her hands went to his shirt first, starting at the neckline and moving downward, opening each fastening in turn. Next she slid his suspenders from his shoulders, her hands skimming his chest as she did so. As they dangled at his knees, she reached for his belt, tugging it roughly to open it. Then carefully she slipped her fingers inside the waistband, opening the buttons one at a time. As his pants hung loose, she was able to slide her palms back up his round tummy and over his chest. His little nipples were grazed by her firm touch. She worked the fabric of his shirt over his wide shoulders until it slipped easily down his arms. It fell in a pile behind him.

Next she grasped the hem of his undershirt, lifting it up, up, up and over his head. Luckily Michelle had inclined to raise his arms to make it easier. She let it fall to the bench behind Michelle. Next she grasped the waistband of his trousers on either side of his hip, at the same time grasping his underwear, and at the same time worked both down and over his hips. As he stepped from his garments, she tossed them on the bench also. Remaining bent over, her ass high, the water droplets quickly drying in the night air cooled her skin. She felt his hand rest, each in turn on her buttocks as he lifted each foot in turn for her to remove his stockings.

She straightened again and stood facing him. Both naked—her eyes wandered down past the girth of his tummy, staring at the semi-erect member between his legs. It was larger than she’d ever imagined, though luckily smaller than that which her father’s stallion had possessed. It both intimidated her and excited her. “Will that be all Michelle? Shall I return to my bathing now?”

 

[cgraven]

The touch of Paulette’s Hand, the rack of her nails on Michelle’s chest, the way her hair tickled his balls as she so demurely bends at the waist to remove his buckle shoes and hose. The supple , velvet, firmness of her derrière.

Paulette stands their small petite, sculptured perfection, Michelle towering, Massive his body hard from long years of hard service in the Army and at the Inn..

“Will that be all Michelle? Shall I return to my bathing now?”

Michelle Sweeps Paulette into his massive arms His lips claim hers in a firry wild, passionate kiss her naked flesh crushed to his and her carries Paulette into the hot springs of the Grotto. The hot steaming waters, to his chest. they swirl and embrace the unlikely couple. Their marked difference a comical farce. She so young shy, and still so virginaly innocent. He a man of the world, cunning, scheming, fighting, to rise from the gutter by his wits, and opportunities presented..

“Ma Chere Shall I bath you? “

A pause as he Waits her response.

“Then you Shall Bathe me.”

A wicked gleam of firry lust in Michelle Batard’s eyes.?

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette yelped, surprised with the speed in which Michelle moved as he scooped her up and carried her to the hot springs. His hard arms held her fast to his body. She merely hung on tight around his neck. The warm water engulfed them both. It felt good on her cold skin. As Michelle released her lips she could not help but moan softly, “Ahhhhhhhh.” Partly her pleasure came from his kiss and his body on hers and partly she enjoyed the warmth of the bubbling mineral water about them.

He set her gently upon her feet before asking, “Ma Chere Shall I bath you?” Paulette’s eyes had been wandering, trying to capture the sight of his manhood beneath the water. But in the darkness she could not. She smiled as she pulled her eyes back to his. His question had already filled her with anticipation as she responded with a husky tone, “Yes Monsieur Batard, please bathe me.”

 

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“Ahhhhhhhh.”

Paulette’s breathy sigh, echoes and reechoes in the deathly still grotto, as their kiss is broken. The intensity of Michelle’s kisses a teasing reminder of her 1st night at the Inn, her arms about his neck. Michelle smiles into Paulette’s eyes, as he holds out the opportunity again for her to experience the wild sensual pleasures that night, the night of Paulette De Coucher birth.

“Yes Monsieur Batard, please bathe me.”

Paulette’s eyes shown with smoky, anticipation, of that remembered night, her voice a soft husky whisper.

“ Ma Chere I told you once before to call me Michelle.”

His deep rumbling voice, so soft, a mere whisper in the still of the night, yet tinged with the unmistakable warning not to displease him.

“ I know you to well, for you to call me Monsieur Batard Ma Belle Chere ”

Michelle punctuates his blunt statement with a kiss to the hallow of Paulette’s neck, where it meets the subtle curve of her shoulder. Then light, feathery kiss, tonguing, till he sucks her earlobe between his lips, to suckle and nibble it.

“ And before this evening is over Ma Chere you shall know me too well. to call me anything but Michelle”

His lips brushing Paulette’s ear, his whispered breath stirring the errant whips of hair, upon her slender neck. Michelle carries Paulette to the shallows of the hot springs, then sets her down on her dainty feet. The warm waters lapping around her waist, his stiffening penis bobbing and nudging the small of her back. A long linger kiss, then seductive tonguing to the nape of Paulette’s neck, as he draws her back to him. Then he is gone. Again Paulette stands alone, naked, her body shimmering, bathed in the cold blue, slivery light of the moon. The flickering golden light of the torches, dance upon the water’s of the spring, reflected to caress her supple form in their golden hues. Fire and ice the symbols of the conflict that rages within Paulette. Lady and Serving Wench, each with own needs and desires.

Michelle, is by her side, his arms around her again in the comforting closeness of human contact. The coarse, lathered terry cloth, wash rag caresses Paulette’s shoulders. Michelle’s touch gentle, maddeningly, seductive as he washes her shoulders. The clothe, sensually glides down her back, around the side of her gently curving torso, a fleeting kiss, to the subtle curve of her breast. His hands and wash rag caress the flat, even, plain, of Paulette’s belly. The coarse kiss of the terry clothe, the smooth slithering caress of Michelle’s bare hand sliding on the soapy wake. Now clothe and hand working, no caressing, Paulette’s silken flesh, in small circular motions, ever upwards to just graces the contours of Paulette’s breasts. Then they retreat slowly downward to her trim waist, the lapping water, with a promise of the sweet intimate caress, that she now so longs for. Michelle’s hands stills. Suddenly without warning his hands and the coarse terry clothe, are cupping Paulette’s breasts, the coarse clothe rasping across her peeked nipples, his fingers and thumb rolling the slick taunt nubs, as the terry wash rag, deeply massages Paulette’s. breasts. in the stillness of the grotto.

 

[mya]

Paulette

She had not meant to call him “Monsieur Batard”, but in her shyness at being naked for him once again it had slipped out. She made a mental note not to make that mistake again. Though if it would garner her teasing kisses from him as this one had, she’d also remember there might well be a time and a place to use that name again—though she’d make sure she used it sparingly and only when the time was exactly right. She smiled to herself, sure she’d just learned something about him that he did not know she knew.

As Michelle begins his teasing bath on her skin, she forgets everything else but that moment. She enjoys the play of the moonlight on the water, and how it twinkles in his eyes. His fingers encased in the roughened cloth torment her by not touching her where she needs it the most. Her fingers settle on his shoulders, ostensibly to steady herself. As his fingers slide down her tummy, she lifts her fingers to comb back the errant strands of hair that fall on his forehead. Her free hand slides down his chest, she ensures that the nail of her index finger grazes his nipple. But then she is caught unaware as Michelle changes the pace of his teasing game, his fingers suddenly mauling her delicate breasts. His fingers rolling her lengthening nipples with the rough material of the wash cloth. “Ohhhhhhhhh MICHELLE,” she cries out into the silent grotto, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

 

[cgraven]

“Ohhhhhhhhh MICHELLE,”……., “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Paulette’s plea so tender, so desperate, her voice so husky, with the fires that already rage with in her, at Michelle’s touch. Yet he smiles to himself, Paulette is not Amelie, the touch of her hand the way her nail grazed his nipple, this little Paulette has the makings of a vixen.

Michelle sweep her again into his arms, carrying her to the edge of the grotto’s pool to sets her on the marble edge. The torch light bathing Paulette in firry golden light. He places her dainty foot on his hip, then starts to wash her ankle, slowly, sensually, seductively up her shapely calve, the coarse terry wash clothe caresses her. The circular massage now no her inner thigh edging ever higher, grazing her sweet ”Chatte”, stirring the spun golden, downy, fleece. Slowly each pass divides her succulent pink fold, deeper and deeper till at last it rasps across her enflamed clit to bring her a joy, the little virgin could not even conceive of. Michelle still worked that torrid passion bud till Paulette nearly passed out with the repeated pleasure it brought to rake her body time and time again

Michelle Steps back and merely smiles at Paulette.

“It is time you bathed me Ma Chere”

He pauses smiling at Paulette’s withering form, then continues

“With your soft, moist, lips and sweet tongue Ma Chere.

Michelle Batard relines on the edge of the pool by Paulette’s side.

 

[mya]

Paulette

Between the warmth of the water she’d just been in and the heat Michelle had generated in her body, Paulette didn’t even feel the cool night air as he’d set her out of the water on the marbled edge to finish his bathing of her most intimate part. As his fingers grazed her creamy slit, she leaned back on her arms to support her body. For each subsequent touch of his fingers to her womanhood weakened her body further, even as it sent delightful tingles through her body. She began to pant with excitement as her head lolled back and her eyes focused on the beautiful twinkling stars. Each time he invaded her glistening slit deeper. Her hips instinctively humped his big fingers as they grazed her clit again and again. Her body so tight and ready now, though she knew not for what. Suddenly he touched that magical place between her legs once too often and the stars burst forth in the night sky as she cried out his name, “Mi-chhhhhhhelle!” And just when she thought it was over, he worked her to a frenzy again and again. Until at last she collapsed on her back on the marble, gasping for breath and shuddering with pure pleasure.

“It is time you bathed me Ma Chere,” Michelle spoke softly. Paulette smiled weakly at him. She would delight in doing that for this man. But before she could start, he’d hauled himself from the water to recline beside her adding, “It is time you bathed me Ma Chere.” She smiled and rolled over to meet him, coming to rest half on top of him. Her smile lit her face as she looked into his eyes. “Qui Michelle, I can do that.” She softly kissed his lips with her own. Before starting to lick behind his ear with her tongue. She teased every inch of his neck and shoulder with her mouth. His arm lazily held her to him as one hand cupped her one cheek of her butt gently as she did her work. She could feel his growing manhood against her hip. But she continued the task, her damp skin easily sliding past his as she slid further down his body. Her tongue lapped at his chest, spending extra time on his nipples. She knew he liked it by his moans. Once she’d reached his belly button, she skimmed back up his body to lay her lips on his again before declaring proudly, “C’est bonne? N'est pas?”

 

[cgraven]

“Mi-chhhhhhhelle!”

A frenzied moan of excusive pleasure escapes Paulette’s parched lips as her f1st true orgasm engulfs her on a tidal wave of pleasure and Michelle smiles as her remembers how her petit body trembled and quivered in her repeated euphoric delight Paulette’s nubile form is slick with the fine sheen of sweat that glistens with golden hues in the flickering torch light.

There was a shy little smile playing at the corners of Paulette’s lips as she breathed


“Oui, Michelle”

Paulette’s kisses where like fire on Michelle’s lips , neck, and oh the delight that she brought to him, as she kissed his nipples and mimicked with her sweet lips, his actions on own her firm breasts, just moments ago. A deep gasp at her teasing and pleasing mouth’s, Paulette’s sweet devotion of Him. Michelle arm lazily drapes around Paulette to squeeze and knead a cheek of her firm derrière.

Ah this little Vixen had a natural sexual drive and lust for pleasure that the mask of Amelie had hidden. On the surface the cool haughty Lady, but beneath a wanton tigress. Ah she would have to be trained properly, humbled, made totally submissive, to his will , if she was to survive not only her up bring, broken to survive in a world ruled by the mob. No she must be completely reborn in all things, for there was always the danger Amelie could surface at any moment, a lass she had to be only Paulette. It was then Michelle made the decision, right then, that the training would begin now.

Slowly Paulette’s lips sensually worked down to kiss Michelle’s naval her tongue slyly dating out to lick it Then she is pressed to him, her youthful virginal body so exciting in its nubile innocence.

“C’est bonne?” N’est pas?”

Paulette’s eyes are sparkling, her joy sparkling in them.

“C’est, C’est bonne Ma Chere .”

Michelle’s voice was soft and tender, a whispered caress of Paulette. H steeled himself for what must be done now.

“Oui ma petit “Chatte” ,ils y a C’est, C’est Bonne, mais a man has needs so be a good “Chatte” and take me into your sweet mouth, Kiss and suckle my balls, lick my cock like it was a party ice, Then suckle it till I cum deep in your throat…….and you will drink every last drop.”

Michelle voice again the deadly whisper, his words chosen to be cruel, less his felling for Paulette soften his resolve to save her.

His eyes now masked bore into hers.