view up there?'
Pamela had never taken so to a girl. Donna was making things so easy for them both. She felt a definite warmth towards this teenager who was still able to take things in stride. It wasn't a sexual thing right now, but just a fast-developing adoration. Yet, there was a certain tingling within her and she recognized it. Pamela bent her head and kissed Donna right on the narrow white strip of panty between her legs, leaving a perfect lipstick imprint on the white nylon. It was not intended as sexual Both girls knew that. It was that Pamela felt the need to kiss Donna for her beautiful friend- ship, and Donna's sex was the only place available at the moment! Donna's hands gave a brief squeeze to Pamela's ankles in response, not from sexual emotion, but as a thank you for Pamela's love and affection so apparent in the brief kiss.
'Never kissed a girl on the pussy before,' said Pamela. 'Nor anywhere else for that matter.'
It was silent for a moment.
'I know, Pam. That's why it meant so much.
Thank you, hon.'
The levity was gone now, wiped away by the suddenly obvious warmth the two girls had for each other.
'Pam?'
'Yes?'
'Would you have kissed me there if… I didn't have panties on?'
Pamela's reply came only after a moment's pause.
'Yes.' Donna squeezed her ankles again.
The van seemed to go on and on through the rain, and the two girls pitched and swayed in their joint bondage. The bond of sharing had become strong between them and neither would think of complaining to the other.
'Oh, Donna, I'm right side up and you're upside down. Poor baby. Is it uncomfortable?'
'A little. Did Jan put a punishment bra on you,
Pam? She did on me. Makes a girl wish she didn't have tits.'
'Yes, hon. I'm wearing one too. I know what you mean. It's a bitch to feel those tacks in your skin.'
The journey seemed endless, but of course it wasn't. The van had pulled to a halt before the ad- ministration building, and the doors were opened.
Jan bounced up into the truck.
'Well, look what we have here!' smiled Jan as she saw the red kiss imprint between Donna's legs.
'Just couldn't wait to get at her could you, fluff?'
'No… please… it wasn't like that at all, Jan.'
Jan's hand cracked across Pamela's face snapping her head back.
'Mistress Jan, you little bitch!' Jan unshackled both girls, and Donna fell to the floor as the blood rushed from her head now that she was right side up again.
'That lipstick mark is kinda cute,' smiled Jan.
'But remember, both of you, I'm your love from now on! In your bed at night I don't care what you fluffs do to each other, but the rest of the time I'm your whole world so you'd better start falling in love with me right now! Now, I think I'd better have one of those lipstick souvenirs, don't you? From both of you, and they'd better be put on perfectly, one right next to the other. Here, put some fresh lipstick on. Really kind of a cute idea. Never thought, of it before!'
Pamela blanched and looked at Donna for help.
Donna nodded softly. Why buy trouble already? her look indicated. In a gesture of affection for Pamela, Donna went first. She knelt in front of Jan who stood with spread thighs, her skirt held up to her waist. Jan's white panties fit like skin. Donna put her hands behind Jan and held her bottom cheeks softly. The kiss was applied.
Pamela was grateful that Donna had offered to go first. The girl was becoming more beautiful to her each passing moment! Pamela followed Donna's lead. She grasped Jan's bottom and planted her kiss just above Donna's on the white slippery panty strip. It was very warm there, and perfumed, and quite wet from Jan's emotion. Pamela could feel the wet sex lips through the nylon, and she let her kiss linger quite long. Jan squirmed, and her hands twisted within Pamela's long brown hair.
'Very nice, Pamela.' Jan looked down at t,he two red imprints before dropping her mini-skirt.
Jan led the girls along the cement walk to the entrance and it came quite natural for Pamela and
Donna to hold hands as they walked towards the ivy building.
'You little minx,' whispered Donna while smiling. 'Why'd you kiss her pussy so long?'
'Figure whatever they give us, or do to us, or make us do, we'll just do it better and longer! We'!! love longer, and scream Louder when they hurt us:
Make 'em see that we are two real girls!'
'That's beautiful, Pam. Really it is. The.most beautiful thing I ever heard. I'm with you. As long as we have each other we'll show'em!'
The held hands squeezed together with a mes- sage of love and caring.
Their room was on the second floor, and as rooms went, was really quite nice and comfortable. For one person. There was only one chest of drawers and one bed, the latter very narrow and obviously meant for one girl. The implication was not lost on
Pamela and Donna, but neither remarked about it,
Nor did they comment on the pair of chains hanging from the ceiling.
The girls unpacked and immediately found n space problem for their things, but the solution was forthcoming from Pamela.
'Look, hon, this whole thing isn't gonna be a picnic. This isn't a hotel. We're squeezed in here like two peas in a pod, and the idea is very clear.
We're gonna be one, not two! We're just about the same size. Let's just throw all our stuff together in t,he chest and not worry about what belongs to whom. We'll just wear each other's stuff. What say'?'
'Even panties?'
'Why not?'
'O.K. by me, love.'
In the early evening, Jan appeared and took the girls down to the library to meet the 'in-charge.'
Pamela had thought about the headmistress or warden or keeper or whatever one calls her. Her visions conjured up a woman of fifty, hard, masculine looking, severe clothes, with a forty-foot whip in her hand. With spikes in it. Her vision was nicely shattered by Ravan who sat waiting for them in a recliner chair. The woman was perhaps forty, still with a slim, lovely figure and a face of classic feminine maturity so natural to that age.
She would have appealed to men of any age, and pleased them well. It was not a hardened face at all. Indeed, it was a face of soft loveliness with most attractive and understanding eyes of green.
Her skirt was short, in style with the times, and her legs were still very much fit to wear such things. She motioned for the girls to sit.
'My name is Ravan,' she said in a soft voice.
'Not Miss Ravan, or wardeness, or mistress or anything else. Just… Ravan. I am in charge of the ten slaves that are here. Jan is in charge of you two specifically.'
It was that word again. Slaves. How easily and naturally she had used it, the same as Jan!
'Avondale is not.a game. It is not fun… at first. You consider yourselves fortunate to be sent here rather than jail, I'm sure. Within very many days however, you will be willing to trade your six months here for a few years in jail You can count on it. But. in time, that will pass. There is a school of thought that young ladies are redirected more efficiently by a shorter and more severe incarceration, than by languishing in jail for two or three years. The latter seem to come out worse than be- fore, but an Avondale girl leaves a very beautiful and reoriented young lady indeed. Society has willed, mistakingly I might add, that the training of young ladies in 'proper schools' is against the grain of modern living. A century ago, even thirty years ago, England abounded with training schools. Not prisons, or reform schools, but, proper schools of great esteem where every young English girl would give her right arm to at,tend. It was an honor, for such girls who were fortunate to go left as beautiful young women.'
'In those days, the cane and the whip and the chain were considered part of becoming a lovely young
