Pamela sat by the window with Maryl, a sensuous young thing, and by the time Jan was halfway through whipping Donna's breasts with the Angel's Kiss, two pairs of white panties had been peeled off and lay side by side on the floor. Maryl was not reserved by any means, and she was a girl- kisser. Some girls were really into kissing, and she was at Pamela's mouth very quickly. They fondled and they fingered, and they watched Donna writ,he under the breast whipping. And of course, they made each other come. Then they sat back to watch Donna reach Shangri-la. And she did.
Pamela had not really needed Maryl, although she was fun to play with. She would have come anyway, simply by watching her pretty 'wife' lashed. It had changed Pamela completely within herself. She had climaxed under the whip and she knew now that she would do so again and again.
And she would climax when watching others whipped.
Miss Pamela McNee had reached an important level, as all Avondale girls eventually did. It was the unique and beautiful world of sexual masochism and sadism. Either philosophy and condition would please her from this day on. She could be excited from being hurt. She could be excited from watching another girl hurt. Only one area remained virginal to Miss Pamela McNee, age seven- teen. To receive pleasure from hurting another girl herself! It would come soon. Avondale made sure.
Donna was using the strap-on, and Pamela thrashed and squealed under her thrusts. Sandy and Ginny came bounding into the room.
'Oh, look, Gin, Pam's fucking her little wife.How sweet!'
'Hi, Sandy and Ginny,' said Pamela.
'Ooooh, she takes every inch, doesn't she!' exclaimed Sandy. 'She's a smashing bit, isn't: she … look how she has her legs wrapped around you.Must be nice to be in love. Gin and I may get married too, someday.'
'Sure she takes it all,' said Pamela. 'She's just a beautiful thing, she is! What's up?'
'Wanna play girl-tie?'
'Sure! Just let me finish her off first.'
All of the girls played 'girl-tie.' It was played in a room in the basement. The room had been called the 'Pink Room' in the old days because of its soft pink pastel walls and carpeting designed to create a total feminine decor. The Pink Room had been used for more serious bondage and punishments during the more advanced training of young ladies.
It was, in effect, a warm lovely dungeon of sorts without the drawbacks of stone and granite. The room had contained dozens of devices designed to draw the ultimate screams of girls. During the early twenties the Pink Room was shorn of its things, the powers of Avondale having decided that such sophisticated punishments should be conducted in the nurse's lab, by a nurse well trained in both the intricacies of hurting young ladies and in the medical knowledge of just what they could accept without lasting damage.
Most of the hooks, rings, bars, posts and other tying items had been left, however, and modern trainees found the Pink Room perfect for playing girl games. 'Girl-tie' had been played for decades.
It was fun, and it could be played by any number of girls from two on up. The rules were simple. Each girl had one turn at tying any other girl of her choice in any manner she desired. When each had had her turn, the girls decided which one had done the most exciting or unusual or painful bondage idea. Each girl thus tried to think of something unique, for there was an incentive to win the game.
The winner could choose any one of the other contestants, and the chosen girl had to eat her dinner that night, in the dining room with her hands tied behind her. Obviously the other girls at dinner enjoyed the spectacle of the poor creature thrusting her messy face into mashed potatoes and soup!
All in all, it was lots of fun.
Ginny's idea was simply elegant, and she had taken the last turn, using Donna as her subject.
The girls had removed their rings before coming downstairs, for the rules of the game required that.
Five rings in a girl made too many easy places to tie her by, and thwarted original ideas. Girls must be naturally nude and ringless.
Pamela had tied Sandy onto a wooden sawhorse, and despite the discomforting hurt to the girl's pussy, it was not really a new idea. Donna had strung Ginny up by one thumb and one big toe from the ceiling and felt that her idea might possibly have a chance of winning. But it was agreed in the end that Ginny's subjection of Donna was the best idea.
Ginny had tied Donna's hands behind her and had then tied a ceiling rope to the wrist rope. This was pulled upwards raising Donna's arms up in back until she was painfully bent forward on her toss. Ginny had then tied cords between Donna's nipples and her big toes, right to right, left to left.
These cords were pulled taut until Donna's nipples were agonizingly stretched. It was a very clever idea, admitted particularly by Donna.
'Crikey,' said Donna, 'super idea, Gin! If I bend forward to ease the pulling of my nips, my arms go higher in back and hurt like heck. If I try and straighten up to keep my poor arms from breaking, my nips get pulled off, or at least get stretched to heaven knows! Cor! Hate to be left like this for a few hours. I think I'd run out of screams and walk away with the world's longest nipples to boot! I think you win, darling!'
The others had agreed.
'Well, Donna, since you were so nice, and made such a good subject, how would you like to eat dinner messy-face style tonight?' said Ginny.
'Love to. Just get me down! Cor!'
'How about a swim?' said Ginny to Pamela and Sandy. 'We're already in our birthday suits.'
'Great! Let's go,' said Pamela.
'Hey, how 'bout me?' wailed Donna.
'Don't worry, punkin,' laughed Ginny. 'Nipples are amazing things, y'know. Besides, just think how super you'll look in London when you wear a T-shirt or tank top over three-inch nipples!
May have to cut little holes in your shirts for 'em. 'Sides, we'll be back in an hour. More or less.'
'Oh, you bitches,' wailed Donna. 'Just you wait, Ginny! Pam darling, make her let me loose.I'll make love to you ten times in a row tonight!'
'Sorry, pussycat,' laughed Pamela. 'Long nipples are so very cute on a girl. Bye!'
Donna whisked her hair from side to side in anger and frustration.
'Oh, damn. Double and triple damn!' she whined. But Donna Carson wasn't really angry.
Girl games! A girl could expect anything
The others left. She was alone.
'Let's see, now… if I bend this way, maybe… ow!.. sorry about that, Miss Left Nipple. Well, let's try something else…'
Chapter Six
It was not often that transgressions were committed at Avondale. They were indeed rare, for the whip worked wonders in removing from a young lady most, bad habits. Yet occasionally an unfortunate incident did take place. After all, it must be remembered that the inmates of Avondale were there because of anti-society behavior in the first place, and even though the girls' habits had been mainly corrected, sometimes a girl reverted briefly to her old ways in a moment of weakness.
The ten girls had been called to Ravan's office, and they knew immediately that something was amiss. Rarely were all the girls gathered together in Ravan's office, and minor problems were usually corrected by the mistresses' application of a whistling cat across a girl's panty.
Ravan looked very stern, a manner not often seen by any of the girls.
'To be brief,' she spoke, 'mistress Jan has had her watch stolen.'
A murmur of disbelief came forth from several mouths.
'I've called you here obviously to give one of you the chance to make a clean breast of it. Crimes here are forgiven if the girl is big enough to admit it. Of course, a significant punishment is also involved, but then the incident is forgotten. If no one con- fesses, and we find out who did it on our own investigation, the culprit is removed from here and sent to Danmoor Woman's Prison in Stratford for her original sentence. I simply will not
