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Pamela shook her head and her auburn hair whisked across her shoulders. She could take no more. Perhaps after weeks of experience, but not on her first whipping. Tears filled her eyes from the emotional position she had been put into. She glanced at some of the girls seated on the floor in front of her, trying to find the answer, but they purposely looked away. The choice had to be hers.

It was a judgment of some importance, obviously.

A repeat of what she had just taken would be un- bearable… far too much for her first time. Yet, should she request no further punishment, what

would the girls think of her? How many of them had asked for more? All of them? None of them? If most or all of them had, would they think her a baby and not share their love with her? More of the terrible hurt, or the love and respect, of her peers?

"Mistress Jan, please whip my panties off!" she said clearly. The decision had been made, now she must pay for it. Yet, as she looked at the girls, she saw that they had all turned their faces towards her, and there were looks of love and admiration upon them. Two or three blew little kisses to

Pamela, including Donna. Pamela swelled with pride. The decision had been right!

The first searing lash made Pamela snap her head back, and the second made her yelp like an animal. Jan was whipping her much harder than before. Despite the agony of the whip, Pamela nearly smiled in a remembrance that she had near- ly decided that morning to wear her tiniest bikini panties, but instead had put on a normal pair. How much quicker the job could have been done if she had worn the little pants!

It was then that Pamela began to learn about girls, and the unique creatures that they are. For as Jan's cat stripped the nylon shreds from her tor- tured bottom, the other girls began to vocally en- courage Jan, and cheer as each piece of panty flew into the air,

"Whip her harder, mistress Jan!"

"Righto, make her scream!"

"Let's see her bawl like a baby!"

"How's it feel to lose your pants, baby?"

Pamela nearly wept. Had she misjudged these girls? Were they nothing more than little sadists?

How could they ask Jan to whip her harder? Pam- ela would find the answers to these questions sooner than she thought.

Pamela had no idea of how many more lashes she took, as she lay against the frame in a semi-stupor of hurt and confusion. She was aware of cheering after an eternity, and of the other girls untying her, and kissing her ears and lips. Several put their arms around her and helped her to walk. She looked down and saw that her panties were gone entirely.

Despite her hurt, and despite the stunning things the girls had said to encourage her whipping to a greater level, she knew that, the girls did love her now. They talked t,o her, and hugged her, and kissed her, as they. led her to a clear spot on the floor.

Lisa, a pert and pretty blonde, put Pamela on her belly upon the carpet.

"Good girl, Pam! We all love you, y'know. We think you're smashing. You'l soon find why we urged Jan on. Now, just lie there, propped up on your elbows hon, and Ginny and I will rub some body salve on your poor ass… makes it feel lots better… you'll love us for it. I know! You just lie there and enjoy Donna's turn and we'll take care of that pretty little bottom of yours;"

Pamela's eyes moistened from the cool feel of the lotion on her welted bottom, She had never felt such love and caring from other girls. Their very soft hands were like those of angels, ministering to her wounds. It wasn't really the soothing effect of the salve that made her nearly purr in relief, but it. was the feel of those loving and tender hands upon her flesh. At that moment Pamela began to knori' girls and their funny ways. They had cheered 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 emo- tions and sexual responses were very, very pleas- ant 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.