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Savana 4  Night at the Pension Part 2
Savana stayed in the hall at the top of the stairs listening to Jack and Emilia descend the stairs, their heavy bodies making the old building’s stairs creak.  At the bottom they tried to get into it with Madame LaTendresse but that tough old Parisienne was having none of it and they were no match for her as she threw them out into the street.
Savana knocked softly on Brianna’s door.  She knocked again and had no answer so she tentatively went in.  Brianna was lying on her face on the bed.  Her dress, for she always wore dresses, was pulled up exposing her panty clad butt.  Savana noticed Brianna wore the same modest underwear she herself did.  She blushed remembering the thong in the pink bag at the back of her drawer and was happy Aunt Emilia hadn’t looked at her dresser.  There were bruises and belt marks on the part of Brianna’s ass that Savana could see and on the backs of her thighs.  Uncle Jack had not been kind with the belt.  At some places there were small cuts where the sides of the thick stiff belt had left their mark.  Savana wondered why Brianna had not got up or pulled down the dress to cover herself,so Savana did it. She saw that Brianna’s hands were tied behind her back with a pretty and expensive scarf she had purchased at Hermes the day before.  Savana untied the scarf and when Brianna’s hands were free, she rolled over and Savana saw another scarf tied around her mouth.  When Brianna removed it, she pulled two pairs of panties from her mouth and gagged for lack of water.  Savana poured her some wate, Brianna drank it, and then was nearly sick.  The combination of the cloth panty gag absorbing all the moisture in her mouth, the wine she had drunk earlier, and the effects of the beating were too much for her.  Savana gave her more water and then held Brianna’s head as she was sick in a basin.  Tears were streaming down her face and she cried from pain and because her Aunt and Uncle were going to send her home early where she would get the belt again from her father.  Savana held her while she cried.  She then took the basin to the bathroom, emptied and cleaned it, filled it with warm water and took it back to Brianna’s room. There Savana washed Brianna’s face and then the backs of her thighs and the areas she could reach.  Brianna thanked her, almost started crying again, and said she would finish cleaning herself.  While see did so, Brianna sobbed a little. “I didn’t even do anything wrong”, she said, just a little late coming home.  “And then they put dirty panties in my mouth and left me tied up for you to find”  She seemed more upset at the shame of being found than the beating.
Savana kissed the top of her head and went to her own room.

Savana is the sister of Sutton, from O-1968′s Sutton and Alessa story now running at O-1968.  She is visiting Paris on Spring Break from Omaha, USA.

Savana 4
Night at the Pension Part 1
Savana and her friends had gone out for dinner and then gone dancing.  They had had too much wine. So sneaking back into the Pension Marmont, where they were staying in Paris did not go well.  Madame LaTendresse, who kept the Pension, liked young people and their infectious high spirits.  Although in her sixties, she remembered what it was like to be young and exploring a new city.  When she herself was young she had gone on a student exchange to New York and had marvelled at the tall buildings, the enormous variety of accents and colours, noises and smells, the burly in-your-face of the working people and the secure riches of the upper crust.  She was astounded at how they all mixed and the vitality of the place.  She had given her virginity to a young student from China on a rooftop under a water tower, and later had an affair with a very proper boy from Charleston, South Carolina.  She still travelled every year to visit new places and have new sexual experiences.
So Madame LaTendresse was not the problem.  The problem was Brianna, or rather her Aunt and Uncle.  Brianna was a brunette from Utah and her family was very religious.  Her Aunt and Uncle were working as missionary supervisors in France for their church and didn’t like Paris much.  There was far too much freedom and people enjoyed themselves too much.  They had come unannounced to the Pension to see her and were very upset that Brianna was not there.  They had already upbraided the tour guide for letting a mixed group of boys and girls stay in the same Pension, and also for letting them out for dinner unchaperoned.  They sat in Brianna’s room, getting more and more angry and making more and more phone calls.  
Phone calls were made to Brianna’s parents in Park City (collect of course), and  to the tour company’s head office in Chicago (also collect), and to the tour company’s office in the 2nd Arrondissement (not collect, but they did interrupt the director at home).  Next they called the Surete who they were very rude too.  The Surete laughed at them and when Uncle Jack continued to be rude, the Surete were ruder back.  Then they called all the other parents, a few of whom were worried but most just laughed at them which made Uncle Jack and Aunt Emilia super-furious.  Savana’s mother called Sutton.  Sutton was angry at the interference.  Brianna’s Uncle Jack also called Sutton.

When Brianna, Savana, and the two other girls and three boys came into the Pension, they tripped over their own feet, making a lot of noise.  One of the boys, Jason knocked over a small table. They were also noisy as teens in groups are. Madame laughed and prepared some food as a bedtime time snack, but Brianna was taken to her room by her Aunt and Uncle.

There were unhappy people at the Pension Marmont that night.  Madame was angry that the kids evening had been spoiled and her other guests had their rest upset by all the shouting.  Cathy the company representative accompanying the group was crying in her room afraid she was going to lose her job.  She was an English girl who had taken a degree in French Literature and really loved France.  There were not a lot of academic jobs open at the moment and a job that let her travel around France and share her love of the culture and the art and getting paid to do so was a dream come true.  And she had loans to pay.

Savana’s room was right beside Brianna’s and the walls were too thin for her not to hear.  Uncle Jack was shouting at his niece for taking the devil’s drink and the sin of dancing.  Aunt Emilia berated her for disgracing the family and what would the church ladies circle back home say about her mother.  Then Emilia told Jack that Brianna must be punished.  Savana heard Jack telling Brianna to get across his knees.  And then she heard a smack and a howl of pain.  Then another smack, and another and Jack telling Brianna to shut up and to stop moving.  A sound of a drawer opening and closing then  Emilia saying, at least she has proper underwear and she and Jack laughing.   Brianna’s cries became somewhat muffled and Jack said to put another pair in her sinful mouth.  Then for the next five minutes more smacks and Savana, who could not stand it anymore, fled her room to the bathroom at the end of the hall.  When she came out about fifteen minutes later Jack and Emilia were leaving Brianna’s room and Jack was putting his belt back through the loops of his pants.  Emilia hissed at Savana as she passed her in the hall.  “Whore” she said.

Sutton’s half sister Savana visited Paris from Omaha where she lived.  This was a spring break trip from her last year in high school, and was a reward for getting good marks and for her good behaviour.  This was before Alessa went to Roissy to please Sutton, but Alessa was not in Paris when Savana visited because she was away on a photo shoot.

Savana and a few friends went out that night for supper and then dancing.  Dancing in Paris, thought Savana, how heavenly.  At the Bistro she and the other students had a few glasses of red wine.  The wine tasted very good and Savana liked it a lot.  She was unused to wine because she was too young to drink in Omaha where she lived.  And the wine she did try there was the sort of wine that was sold on the sly to students – high priced and not very good and far too sweet.  But this was balanced and tasted of fruit and sun.  And she was in Paris and it went down so easily.  And so she drank a little too much.
At the club, they met some  Parisian girls and boys and danced and enjoyed each other’s company.  Savana walked along the Seine with one boy and they talked and laughed until it was very late.  Very late and past curfew for the Pension Marmont.  But Savana did not care, because she was having so much fun and it was in Paris and was all so innocent.  Just as Savana was.

The boy, Lucien, held her hand and pointed out the stars over Paris.  He wanted to touch her breasts, but asked so sweetly that she was not angry.  But she still did not let him.  Much, that is.  He did graze his fingers along the side of her left breast, but no more.  It had a powerful effect on Savana who did not usually walk at night with boys or spend time alone with them.
She knew girls at home who did things with boy and even boasted about it, but Savana knew they were sluts.  Sluts is even what they called themselves.  Savana knew that a good girl waited for marriage or when you were sure that the boy loved you very much.  Otherwise you would get hurt.

Savana knew that Sutton loved Alessa and would never hurt her.   She wanted a love that would not hurt her.
Like Sutton would not hurt Alessa.

Back alone in her room in the Pension Marmont where the group was staying, Savana took the thong panty out of pink bag the shop had given her when she purchased the item.  It looked so small compared to her own sensible underwear.  She wondered again if the girl in the Luxembourg Garden was really wearing nothing at all under her dress.  Maybe it was only a thong, Savana thought.  But I am certain she was sitting right down on the chair without her skirt in between.  It must have been so hard and cold to sit on the iron in the shade. Savana slipped off her own sensible panties and put on the thong.  She felt so unprotected covered by the small piece of cloth, and her butt was not covered at all.  She sat on the hard wooden chair by the bed, feeling it against her uncovered  bottom, her sex barely covered by the thin material.  And the string between her bottom cheeks irritated the tender flesh and reminded her always that it was there.  She looked down at the blonde hair poking out the sides and thought she would have to shave almost everything if she wore the thong.  Savana got up off the wooden chair, and thinking of the iron chair the dark hair girl had set upon, climbed on the metal washstand for a moment.  Then overcome, she took off the thong and put back on her normal sensible underwear, that covered her with comforting cotton.
She thrust the thong to the back of her drawer.
She tried to put it out of her mind too, but she thought of her thong and the girl without panties for the rest of the night.

Our Characters or Who are these people?

The blog is inspired by Story of O so most of the characters come from there.

O is the Heroine, Rene was the boyfriend who took her to Chateau Roissy and introduced her to bondage.  He then gave her to Sir Stephen, his half brother, and took up with a model Jacqueline.  Natalie is Jacqueline’s sister and Norah is Sir Stephen’s Haitian servant.  Eric fell in love with O and begged Sir S to free her, but then used her cruelly at Roissy.

Sutton and Alessa were invented by o-1968.tumblr and their story begins in his archive on Jan 14th.

Savana in the Luxembourg Gardens.
Eric and Sutton met for lunch in the Luxembourg Gardens one day while Alessa was away on a photo shoot but before she went to Roissy.  They were joined by Sutton’s step sister Savana.  Savana was the daughter of Sutton’s father’s second wife and was just finishing her last year in High School.  She was visiting Paris as part of a Spring Break group as a reward for good marks in her studies.
Before Savana arrived Sutton and Eric discussed Alessa’s trip to Roissy.  “But if she comes and runs away or doesn’t stay you will be responsible for providing another girl if you want to stay part of our group,” Eric warned.
His eyed Savana appreciatively  when she approached and he grinned wolfishly, but Sutton frowned.  Savana was excited to be in Paris and talked on and on, excited by the sights she had seen.  She was especially animated about the green parks and the art and the old elegant buildings.
“They are so full of beautiful detail with elegant and graceful carvings”, the serious blonde girl said.  She was dressed very modestly but stylishly with an open happy face.  When Savana heard that Alessa might be going away to spend some time at a Chateau, she was very excited.  I would love to spend my 18th birthday at at a Chateau.  It would be so romantic.
Eric smiled.
Sutton did not.

A few tables away from them, out of the pale spring sun, said an older severe faced man and a young girl with black hair.  The girl was about Savana’s age or a little younger.  The man was dressed in an English looking tweed suit, and she in a white dress.  Savana thought the iron chairs must be quite cold in the shade.
That is Sir S, Eric remarked to Sutton as they turned the talk to other matters.
Just then, when only Savana was still looking at the couple, the girl got up.  It looked to Savana that she was wearing no panties at all and had been sitting directly on the cold iron chair and not her dress.
Savana who was a “good girl” was shocked that the girl was out without wearing anything under her dress.
She thought about the girl in the dress for the rest of the lunch.
Later, after parting from Sutton and Eric and before rejoining her group in the Louvre, Savana bought a pair of thong panties.

Cathy’s Dream Part 3
Cathy felt herself being lifted up a little as her hands were removed from the hook, and she was supported by Mr Billings and Mr Hughes.  She could feel Jack Billings’ thick greasy fingers as he supported some of her weight with a hand in her crotch between her legs.  His thumb penetrated in sex through the remnants of her pretty pink panties.  As she was placed over the arm of the old green leather couch, she could smell the old leather and see the numerous stains that spotted it. Hher stomach pressed into the padded arm and her rear in the air, Cathy thought how she needed to get through this so she could keep her dream job and pay the student debts that loomed over her.  Just get through this nightmare, she told herself and then lose yourself in the cool marble halls of her beloved museums and old buildings.  

Her hands were untied by Father Antoine she believed as he sat on the couch and put her head down in his lap, his strong left hand holding her neck, pinning her in place.  
She felt the damp hands of Jack Billings tying her wrist together behind her back.  Thus pinioned over the thick padded arm of the couch, she could not move and avoid the blows.  Jack’s hands were on her rear now, feeling along the welts, pushing into the rips in the panties and making them bigger.  He ran his hands over her buttocks, from side to side and up and down, the heat rising from the reddened cheeks.  He pinched the welts where the skin was broken making the poor girl gasp with pain.
Cathy thought of poor Brianna and how she had not helped her and thought, “i half deserve this.” Mr Billings hands pushed her rear cheeks apart, the panties in shreds, not covering much of anything, he pointed out to Mr Hughes the contrast between the reddened areas where the belt had thrashed her and the area between the clenched buttocks that was untouched.  Mr Hughes cupped his hands on her burning bottoms cheeks and felt the heat coming from them.
“She’s a hot girl” he said laughing.
Mr Billings’ hands continued exploring, penetrating her bottom hole and then continuing down he exposed her sex and the small amount of neatly trimmed golden hair that surrounded it.  Mr Hughes then felt the inside of the bottom passage, while Mr Billings massaged the outer lips of her sex