her 'rather interesting' parties. Only the very best girl or two were selected for that honor.
It took exemplary behavior and the finest of acceptance to Avondale's training ordeals. In effect, Ravan chose only those who were well on their way to becoming beautiful young women!
Nothing could have been so prestigious as to be selected for such a thing!
Both girls curtsied, an act not performed often outside of meeting the Queen.
'We'd be honored, Ravan,' said Pamela with total humility.
'You will of course be naked and with your rings on. The women at my bridge club are, shall we say, very discreet. Although their lives are not particularly entwined with the things that you and I deal with, they know a good thing when they see it. A wrong word from them here or there, outside of our circle, would result in them being ostracized from further invitations. They are well aware of that.
Besides, they do like to play 'penalty bridge.' It's surprising how many of today's women tend to enjoy such things. Females are peculiar, aren't we?
Avondale isn't the only place where the 'ultimate' pleasures take place, as you will happily find when you return home.'
Ravan's lovely estate was but fifteen minutes from Avondale and the drive in i.he Rolls was elegant. The girls had not seen the 'outside' for over four months, and they fairly bubbled with delight.
The manor was huge, in the old tradition, yet un- staffed. Ravan's needs were few since most of her hours were spent at Avondale, and the help she did need on occasion was supplied by fortunate Avon- dale inmates. Pamela and Donna were shown to an exquisite bedroom to shower and freshen up.
Ravan handed them a short length of chain.
'Wear only your heels, and fasten the chain be- tween your nose rings. You will serve in tandem.'
'Yes, Ravan. Thank you so much.' Donna was almost groveling in pride.
When the two come down the staircase an hour later they looked delicious. They were scrubbed clean, and had taken advantage of Ravan's rich cosmetics of lipstick, rouge and eye make-up. Fragrant lilac powder had been puffed onto their pubic hair. The chain between their noses glistened under the lights from the chandeliers as did the five dangling rings in each of them. As usual they held hands as they walked. They always held hands.
Their heels made beautiful clicks upon the stairs.
Few sounds are as elegant as the high-heeled shoes of a perfect pair of female legs. Ravan stood at the bottom of the staircase, and sighed. Nothing in the world was as perfect as a naked teenage girl fully ringed. They were just all legs and breasts and bot- toms and soft long tresses of hair tumbling on soft shoulders. Their thighs quivered just so slightly when they walked, and separated so beautifully at the top as if to purposely and impudently expose the soft fur which lay there.
'My guests will be here shortly. Prepare the serving trays wit.h wine and coffee in the parlor.
You will find a surprise there. I'm sure that she will explain herself to you. You may not get her to shut up.
There was indeed a surprise in the parlor!
'Who is it?' exclaimed Pamela in utter surprise.
'You mean what is it' said Donna open- mouthed. 'Is it a girl, or an it'
'I'm a girl! Can't, you tell? How can I be an it?' came the young voice.
'Well you don't look old enough to be a girl, pumpkin,' laughed Donna. 'Besides, what are you doing hanging by your ankles from a ceiling hook?
You're really quite exposed with your little dress hanging 'round your head, y'know!'
'Well, I am a girl and I'm not that young, I'm eleven and I'm hanging like this because I got bad grades at primary school again and I deserve it and.I'm Ravan's daughter and my name is Kiki and I'm not really exposed, I have panties on as you can see and I'm gonna get caned again for my grades and I deserve that too and mother is going to cane me in front of her bridge club and I suppose you too and it's the very first time I've been caned in front of anyone else and everyone's gonna see my underpants and me howling and mother says I'm old enough to be caned in front of others now and it makes me feel tingly and I think my pants are wet right now and you look all upside down to me but I can see you haven't a stitch on which means you're girls from Avondale and all full of rings again which I think is gorgeous in a girl and I wish I was old enough to be ringed but someday I will because mother promised and how can you serve if you're all hooked together by your pretty noses and…'
'Hold it! Whoa! Crikey, you're like a parrot!' laughed Pamela. 'You mean Ravan canes you, Kiki? You're awfully young for that.'
'Am not. Been caned for a year now. How old does a girl have to be? Bet it hurts you no more than me. Mother told me you were coming, says you two are in love. How can girls be in love? It's only boys, at school.'
'It's easy, funny face. You'll find out when you get older,' said Donna.
'Will you stop with the 'older' bit!' said Kiki.
'All right, so I don't have any hair on my puss yet.
What's so great about that? I do get wet pants sometimes thinkin' about things and looking at mother's sexy mags.'
'You're something else, Kiki,' laughed Pamela.
'You are really something else! Now you just hang there and jabber away, but we've got work to do.
By the way, what's those words on your little pants? They're all upside down.'
'Says, Souvenir of Majorca. We went there last year on vacation.'
The three women arrived shortly and were shown into the den by Ravan. Pamela and Donna timed their entrance with wine trays with the comfortable seating of all four of the older women.
They were well aware of the drawn-in breaths they created.
'Divine, Ravan. Simply divine, as usual.'
'Even more lovely than last month. Aren't they precious!'
'Simply ravishing!'
The two girls served the wine, careful not to stray too far apart and earn a painful tug in the nose. They curtsied before each guest and allowed the women to finger their nipple-rings with admiration. The women were not really that old, perhaps in their thirties, and quite elegant in their fine dresses.
'There's simply nothing so attractive on young ladies as rings,' one said. 'Ravan, your locking pin idea is utterly marvelous. Come here, dear,' she said to Pamela. 'There's really not much nipple left, is there, honey?'
'Not very much, ma'm,' answered Pamela.
'More brass than nipple, I'm afraid, yet I'm sure that my nipples could hold even more. Just so long as there's the outside skin left. Thank you ma'm.'
'Oh, she's just precious!' gushed the woman.
'You train them so wonderfully.'
'Thank you, Phillipa,' said Raven quite flattered. 'Now, as I've promised you, I'm going to cane Kiki before we start the bridge. Her grades have been most dreadful, I'm afraid, and perhaps a sound caning in front of others will have some effect on her. Girls, please get Kiki for me.'
'Excellent idea, Ravan,' said one guest. 'Wish
I had started with my Susan before she grew up so fast. Nothing beats the old-time tradition.'
'I have one just nine,' said another. 'I'm defi- nitely going to start in a couple of years. Good for a girl.'
Kiki was brought in in the tow of the two girls.
Ravan asked her to lie over the card table, and bound her ankles and wrists to the metal legs.
'I'm afraid a card table really isn't the best' said Ravan. 'It bounces around so when she jumps, but it'll have to do.'
Ravan pulled Kiki's skirt up and bunched it around her waist. Kiki's little panties fit, her perfectly. Ravan presented the cane to Kiki's lips and the youngster kissed it.
'I deserve to be caned, dear mother. I think ten strokes would bring my grades up. No, eleven, to match my age. Very hard, of course. It's very hard for me to know that others are watching, and t,hat they can see my panties completely, but perhaps it will take some humiliation to get the message across.'
Pamela and Donna were speechless. Words like this from an eleven-year-old?
