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Jan had rambled on about whippings, and had told Pamela and Donna that in a short time they would learn that a whip provided pleasure to a

Thus the girl who looked upon these things felt not alone in her bondage, for all that she saw re- minded her that hundreds upon hundreds of her earlier sisters received exactly what she was re- ceiving, not only in this particular room but in whipping rooms all over the world in all periods of history. This knowledge gave her strength and pleasure to know that she was but carrying on the natural progression of whipped females, who since

Eve revelled mysteriously in having marks etched into their bodies. No matter how the whip might burn, no matter how it might wring screams from her, she knew that she was indeed not alone, but only an insignificant girl among thousands before her. She represented the girls of the present gener- ation, and it would not behoove her to fail them in the ghost eyes of all those before. If young girls of ages past learned to accept and love the whip here, she too would do so, with full dignity and complete pleasure.

The walls were quite filled with clothing relics of the past, from nineteenth century petticoats and camisoles to pantaloons and cotton stockings.

Each generation of clothing styles had been added, down through bras, full slips and silk stockings to current bikini panties, body suits and garter belts.

The punishment items, such as dozens of various whips, nipple screws and branding irons had not been particularly added to, for they could not be improved upon by time.

Late in the afternoon, following their ringing,

Pamela and Donna were taken to the whipping suite by two of the other girls, Tricia and Abby.

Pamela had thought it quite sweet that two of their sisters had come for them rather than Jan, and found it rather exciting that Tricia and Abby

female in three ways, all very sexual indeed. First they would begin to be aroused by being whipped, especially in front of other girls. Then they would begin to be aroused by watching another girl whipped Finally they would become aroused by being given the privilege of whipping another girl themselves! It was the three virtues of being fe- male, and it was the three traits each female pos- sessed. Masochism, voyeurism, sadism. All lay within a female, and had only to be brought out!

1t had been a happy custom for decades at

Avondale for a new girl to be whipped in front of all .the other girls. For the girls who had been at, the school for several months it was, of course, an ex- citing occasion. They had learned by now how each other reacted under the whip, for they had seen each other lashed many times. It was always excit- ing to still see each other whipped, but a new girl was terribly arousing, especially if it was t,he first whipping of her life. The first whipping of a girl was very similar to rape in that it was her first violation of that nature, and thus very arousing sexually to watch.

Abby and Tricia had brought Pamela and Donna to the suite where the others had already gathered, and the two newcomers were most impressed with the beauty of the room. The whip would hurt the same anywhere, but how much more pleasant to at least have it done in warm, attractive surround- ings. The room contained ceiling chains and cuffs where a girl could be suspended by her wrists or thumbs for a full whipping on back, bottom and breasts. It also contained a framework device espe- cially designed f.or whipping females on their bot- toms. It was a slanted benchlike structure with four legs to which the wrists and ankles of a girl were bound. The bench slanted upwards towards the rear so that a girl's hips and bottom were up- raised delightfully.

Jan did not tie Pamela to the frame. It was done by Tricia and Abby, again to impress Pamela with the fact that the girls became happily involved with each other's punishments. Tricia handed the whip to Jan in fact, and joined the other girls seated around the floor.

The cane, a longtime customary tool of girls' schools, had not been used since the war years, being replaced by pliable single-thonged whips for lashing all of a girl, and a five-thonged "cat" for specific whipping on the buttocks. It was the cat which Tricia had handed to Jan, for it was the customary item used in the initial whipping of a new girl.

"You will receive twenty lashes, slave," said Jan very calmly, admiring the way Pamela's whit.e panties fit her bottom like a second skin.

The first lash resounded off t,he walls with a sharp cracking retort, and Pamela jerked in her ropes. The stroke had burned like fire to Pamela. A new girl always thought about her first whipping, and about how it, would feel. She had no idea.

Would it be unbearable? Would I cry? Would I scream? Pamela's first sound was not a scream at all. It was, in fact, more like a hiss, produced not so much from the hurt, but from the utter shock and surprise of how very much it did hurt. The second

Iash also produced a hiss.