#yvonne

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Lily: Whenever I see a frog on a lily pad im like yeah man… thats exactly where you’re supposed to be

Yvonne: That’s what god says when he sees me crying in the taco cabana bathroom

The kids when they’re 25 and 24

Yvonne

did you know yvonne released a single? it sounds a lot like the kenny loggins song with the same name. Day 11: Golden Girls Every Day

In unison Jeanne, Claudi and Therese nodded and said, “Oh yes.” Pierre continued, “Perhaps Anne Marie wants Collette to witness Noelle being punished or more likely Collette will do the actual punishment.” Marloes gave him a blank look and he continued, “When a slave is chosen to punish another slave, both girls are naked. It’s one of Anne Marie’s little quirks. She thinks it gives both the slave being punished and the one wielding the whip a sense of vulnerability. The one with the whip knows she could just as easily be on the receiving end, so it makes her even more ferocious, even savage. A sort of returning to the primeval self or something like that.”

Therese interrupted, “Yes that’s true. It also heightens the sexual tension, especially if the slave being punished is being whipped between her widespread thighs, on her sex.” She looked at Marloes and said, “You know – the ‘special punishment’ at Roissy that Michael and James threaten us with if we disobey.”

Marloes eyes widened, and she said, “You know this how?” Now, little Jeanne spoke. “it’s true. I was at Anne Marie’s home in Samois along with Colette and Therese when a girl named Yvonne was sent there by her lover. It was Anne Marie’s rule that when a new girl arrived, she was to be whipped like that. We drew lots to see who would whip her and Collete ‘won.’ Yvonne was arranged on the dais in what Anne Marie called her music room. I helped tie Yvonne’s legs to posts on either side f the dais so that her legs were raised and spread. Her sex was open for all to see. Her hands bound to the other end of the dais. Then Collette, who was naked – Anne Marie required us to be naked at all times – stood over her. She raised the whip and came down hard on her while Anne Marie played music to drown out her screams. Therese and I sat on a sofa and watched. I felt myself getting wet and aroused watching it. So did Therese. Right?”

Therese looked sheepish but nodded in agreement. She said, “And later Collette said that she almost came herself from hearing poor Yvonne scream and cry.”

Jeanne spoke again, “And most surprising, Yvonne told me that later after the whipping while she was let there on the dais, bound and spread for two hours, while she could feel the welts and bruises forming, she, too, was wet and aroused because she had nearly come from being flogged.”

Marloes looked at Jeanne with a look combining both disbelief and horror and said, “I think you are all crazy.”

And old Pierre nodded in agreement.

“Of course, the sketch looks familiar,’ she thought to herself. “As if I could ever forget my time at Anne Marie’s. Or that dais with its upright posts. How I was bound spread eagle there and whipped between my widespread thighs. And not just me, but all the girls who were at Anne Marie’s then – Claire, Colette, Yvonne. Especially poor little Yvonne.

“I remember Yvonne quite vividly, although it’s been over three years since I last saw her. The last time was at Roissy when her lover took her away. She was short, more round than curvy with large breasts and a big rear. And a mop of curly dark blonde hair set above a not overly bright looking face with small eyes and big lips.

But the first time I met Yvonne was at Anne Marie’s home in Samois. I was sitting in Anne Marie’s foyer. She took me by the hand and led me into a bedroom. Yvonne was already there, lying on her stomach on the bed, reading some book. We were both quite naked as it was one of Anne Marie’s rules for us at Samios that we stay naked. To reinforce our femininity, she said. Anyway, she told Yvonne to roll over and spread her legs, she wanted me to see. Yvonne did so. The first thing I noticed was a tattoo on her lower belly. Anne Marie said it was her lover’s initials, the same lover who had originally sent Yvonne to Roissy and would return her there after her time with Anne Marie. The tattoo was done in blue script and looked quite feminine and lovely. Then I looked down – her pubic hair had all been removed, she was completely bald. I still had some pubic hair at the time, not yet having mine removed. And I noticed Yvonne’s labia had been pierced with a ring. Anne Marie said that Sir Stephen had asked that my labia also be pierced, and she would do so later that morning. I blurted out, ‘Will it hurt?” Yvonne answered, ‘Some, but only for a bit. I think it’s quite fashionable.’

Back in the present, O looked over at Henri and Alain. They were bent over the sketch, talking about specifications and costs. O’s mind drifted back to Yvonne and Samois.

“And then there was the time I had to whip Yvonne. Anne Marie had a game we all played. Each day after lunch, she would gather the four of us girls. She held up a clay bowl with four colored balls in it. Each girl had to reach into the bowl and raw out a ball. There were three white balls and one black one. Anne Marie also had a ball in her closed fist that we couldn’t see. Whoever chose the black ball had to then point to one of Anne Marie’s hands. If the hand she chose was the one Anne Marie had a ball in, that girl would be taken to the music room, tied on the dais and whipped – except for me, I was spared for some reason. One day I remember vividly was the third day in a row that poor Yvonne had chosen the black ball and then the fist with the ball in it. She said, ‘Please! It’s the third day in a row. Please don’t whip me today! Please!’ But it was no use. Anne Marie merely said, ‘Yvonne, you know the rules.’ Then turning to Claire and Colette, ‘Take her to the music room. Prepare her.’

“Once there little Yvonne was laid on the dais, her legs tied and spread, revealing her shaved sex with the ring, now with a pendant of her lover’s insignia, hanging heavily from her, bruises and welts from the previous day’s clearly visible on her inner thighs and sex. I thought Colette would whip her, but instead, Anne Marie handed me the thonged whip. She said, ‘O, you must whip her. Someday Sir Stephen may ask you to whip another girl.’ I protested, ‘No. I cannot,’ but Anne Marie said, ‘You must, or you’ll take Yvonne’s place.’

“I took the whip and stood up on the dais, astride little Yvonne who was already sobbing. I remember her crying out her lover’s name – ‘Jacques, why have you done this to me?’ I trailed the thongs of the whip over her bruised and open sex. I felt a surge of something in me – power, my own sadism, disgust of such a servile girl? A servile submissive girl like me. Who really knows? I raised the whip and brought it down on her. Repeatedly.

“I heard her screams and cries, but I showed no mercy, as none had been shown to me earlier. I remember Anne Marie turning up the volume on the ancient record player to try and drown out Yvonne’s screams.”