her whipping, yet now tended to her with love and kindness. In that moment Pamela began to know that she was in love with the female gender forever more, and that she would always love girls… in every way possible.
Pamela's mind was nearly dizzy from trying to absorb all of the new feelings and emotions that she had experienced during the last twenty-four hours. She had felt more, and learned more, about herself, and girls, in one day than she had in her entire life. And for the most part, these new emotions and sexual responses were very, very pleasant indeed! She never had had a desire for girls.
Until now. And it was very strong. She was virgin to rope and whip before yesterday, yet now she felt their impact upon her emotions, and she liked what she felt.
As Pamela lay upon the floor, her chin propped up in her hands, the full realization finally came to her that she had been whipped! She had been whipped like thousands before her, and she felt proud and glad to be called female. Now that it was over, her feelings became sensual to know that she had indeed been whipped. Not like a schoolchild… but like a woman. Pamela suddenly gasped as she felt a surge of wetness between her legs, brought on partially by the thought of her whipping, and partly by the feel of those beautiful hands soothing her inflamed bottom cheeks. One of the girls behind her had lovingly used a handkerchief to wipe Pamela's wetness away so as to not go onto the carpet. Pamela turned her head to see which girl had been so thoughtful and tender to think of doing such a thing. Abby winked at her. Was there no limit as to what these girls would do for each other? thought Pamela. If not, then why should I care if they do get kicks out of seeing me whipped!
They're worth it… all of them!
Pamela was not surprised when yet another new pleasure came to her. Nothing she felt or did would surprise her now. The new pleasure, of course, was watching Jan's cat burning its way across Donna's bottom in front of her. The pleasure was immense, now that her whipping was over, There was nothing to do but enjoy what she saw, now that she was on the outside looking in. Pamela felt her arousal growing again. She felt almost like a harem girl in an erotic scenario! Imagine, she thought, lying here watching a girl being whipped while two others used lotion on my own bottom. Such things were only possible in books… and at Avondale!
Suddenly she did not feel guilty or ashamed to realize that she was very much,enjoying seeing a girl being whipped. And she was enjoying Donna's moans and cries of hurt too! The honesty here was totally pure, she realized. If girls were whipped here at Avondale, and they were, then why not enjoy it?
It would be so much more fun than trying to pretend that it wasn't exciting! A girl being whipped knew that it was arousing to others, and it made her feel good to at least realize that her suffering brought joy to her sister slaves. What a fantastic and beautiful philosophy! A girl could please an- other not only with tongue, but with supplying her body to the whip so that the other could become aroused! What a unique and magnificent love girls must have for each other! These unbelievably stunning thoughts were now entering Pamela's mind.
Imagine loving a girl so much that another would ask her if she would like to be given pleasure by mouth, or in watching her hurt and whipped for her personal pleasure!
Pamela never dreamed that she had sadistic- voyeur tendencies within her. Most do not realize it, but they are there. And the lashes upon Donna were pleasing to her, very, very much. She liked Donna's cries of hurt' and she liked the sight of the red-purple welts. She liked the sight of her room- mate's blue panties flying apart under Jan's strokes. She liked those hands ceaselessly rubbing her bottom behind her, She purred when Donna chose the 'extra' whipping as she had done. And above all, she found herself yelling, along with the others, for Jan to whip Donna harder! She knew now why the girls did such things. It was an animal-like, but totally honest, desire to see girls hurt as much as possible! It was pure sadism, but magnificently exciting! It was indeed, another form of sex!
Only a few last blue threads remained on Donna's bottom when Tricia's fingers slipped into Pamela's sex. As the whip slashed at Donna, Tricia's fingers moved within Pamela. It was beyond imagination, and far more than a girl could expect to endure!
Pamela screamed in a violent climax, the intensity of which she hadn't thought possible.
Chapter Four
Mrs. McNee received a short letter, with photos, a few days later. Jan had promised to keep her informed, and she was keeping her word.
The idea of sending letters and photos to the inmates' mothers was, of course, designed to mothers, over the years, had rebelled against such descriptive photos, and had been shocked and stunned at the punishments meted out in such modern times. Many had come close to reporting the situation at Avondale to authorities, but at the last minute thought better of the idea. It was a matter of a few months at Avondale as against several years of incarceration elsewhere, and so the situation was allowed to continue. Had any mother actually reported Avondale's activities, she would have a hard time receiving cooperation from the daughter to verify the facts. The mothers simply did not understand girls and their unique pleasures and desires, so changed had society become since the olden days when mothers were thrilled to send their daughters to such schools. Yet, girls remained the same as ever, and knew better than the adults that punishment was the ultimate teacher, and the ultimate pleasure.
Mrs. McNee, however, had not had thoughts about Pamela's activities in a negative sense.' She herself had never been to a girls' training school, nor involved herself in lesbian love. But over the years she had had fantasies about such things, encouraged by many under-the-counter novels she had bought in Soho, and hidden in her closet.
Indeed, the photos Jan had sent her were placed in her mirror corners. One of Pamela and Donna hung by their thumbs; one of Pamela wearing her rings; and one of Pamela making love to Jan. Mrs.McNee looked at the photos each night, and often emitted a wistful sigh. She was, in fact, slightly envious that she had not been admitted to such things in her life, but in a secret way she was proud that Pamela was receiving them for she knew, somehow, that Pamela would be a much better young lady for them, The photos just received were of Pamela's whipping, in a series of six, and they made Mrs. McNee flinch when she saw them. Yet of her mirror with them. She looked longingly most of all at the one of Pamela's tongue in Jan's sex, and wished that she were young once again.
At Avondale, two weeks had passed and Pamela was acclimating nicely to her new life. She had been whipped three times more on the frame, and was becoming slightly convinced that a girl's bottom was the only place the whip was applied.
Jan had told her, however, that the whippings would soon change. The whippings became the highlight of the days, and every evening t,he whip- ping suite. was used. Pamela was pleased that on some of these occasions she had been chosen to watch a girl whipped, and it was no longer deniable that such occasions were sexually pleasant to her.
She became wet very easily from the sounds the whip made upon a girl's bottom, and the resultant moan or yowl. On two or three occasions, she had been chosen, along with another girl, to tie and bring a girl to the suite. This pleasure was most exciting as well, she had found quickly. To stand behind a girl and pull the rope tightly into her wrist flesh, or to draw her elbows delightfully together, produced tingly sensations in Pamela.
She liked the soft smell of a girl's hair or perfume, when binding her. She liked the Iittle gasps a girl made when the ropes were pulled especially tight, and most of all she liked the way a girl's breasts thrust out when the elbows were drawn together.
The rings were wonderful to Pamela. Nothing seemed to thrill her more than the feel of them in her body, and she began to doubt whether she would ever want.to be without them again. The nipple and pussy rings.weighed just enough to keep her constantly aware of those intimate feminine parts, and the nose ring touched the top of her lips just enough to keep her pleasantly reminded that she was a slave girl. The rings, in fact, were loved by all the girls and became items of great pride. They often belittled the older girls of Avon- dale who wore just nipple-rings without locking pins. Such babies they must have been not to have the pins put down into their nipples as well as rings through them! This was indeed the only way to ring nipples. Make a girl know she has nipples!
It was not only Pamela's own rings that were exciting, but of course it was in watching a fluff walk by with her rings dancing and bouncing so nicely. Some of the girls knew how t.o walk to make their breasts bounce
