Return to Avondale

As Pamela lay upon the floor, her chin propped up in her hands, the full realization finally came to her that she had been whipped! She had been whipped like thousands before her, and she felt proud and glad to be called female. Now that it was over, her feelings became sensual to know that she had indeed been whipped. Not like a schoolchild… but like a woman. Pamela suddenly gasped as she felt a surge of wetness between her legs, brought on partially by the thought of her whipping, and partly by the feel of those beautiful hands soothing her inflamed bottom cheeks. One of the girls behind her had lovingly used a handkerchief to wipe Pamela's wetness away so as to not go onto the carpet. Pamela turned her head to see which girl had been so thoughtful and tender to think of doing such a thing. Abby winked at her. Was there no limit as to what these girls would do for each other? thought Pamela. If not, then why should I care if they do get kicks out of seeing me whipped!

They're worth it… all of them!

Pamela was not surprised when yet another new pleasure came to her. Nothing she felt or did would surprise her now. The new pleasure, of course, was watching Jan's cat burning its way across Donna's bottom in front of her. The pleasure was immense, now that her whipping was over, There was noth- ing to do but enjoy what she saw, now that she was on the outside looking in. Pamela felt her arousal growing again. She felt almost like a harem girl in an erotic scenario! Imagine, she thought, lying here watching a girl being whipped while two others used lotion on my own bottom. Such things were only possible in books… and at Avondale!

Suddenly she did not feel guilty or ashamed to realize that she was very much,enjoying seeing a ; ' girl being whipped. And she was enjoying Donna's moans and cries of hurt too! The honesty here was totally pure, she realized. If girls were whipped here at Avondale, and they were, then why not enjoy it?

It would be so much more fun than trying to pre- tend that it wasn't exciting! A girl being whipped knew that it was arousing to others, and it made her feel good to at least realize that her suffering brought joy to her sister slaves. What a fantastic and beautiful philosophy! A girl could please an- other not only with tongue, but with supplying her body to the whip so that the other could become aroused! What a unique and magnificent love girls must have for each other! These unbelievably stun- ning thoughts were now entering Pamela's mind.

Imagine loving a girl so much that another would ask her if she would like to be given pleasure by mouth, or in watching her hurt and whipped for her personal pleasure!

Pamela never dreamed that she had sadistic- voyeur tendencies within her. Most do not realize it, but they are there. And the lashes upon Donna were pleasing to her, very, very much. She liked Donna's cries of hurt"and she liked the sight of the red-purple welts. She liked the sight of her room- mate's blue panties flying apart under Jan's strokes. She liked those hands ceaselessly rubbing her bottom behind her, She purred when Donna chose the "extra" whipping as she had done. And above all, she found herself yelling, along with the others, for Jan to whip Donna harder! She knew now why the girls did such things. It was an animal-like, but totally honest, desire to see girls hurt as much as possible! It was pure sadism, but magnificently exciting! It was indeed, another form of sex!

Only a few last blue threads remained on Donna's bottom when Tricia's fingers slipped into Pamela's sex. As the whip slashed at Donna, Tricia's fingers moved within Pamela. It was beyond imagination, and far more than a girl could expect to endure!

Pamela screamed in a violent climax, the in- tensity of which she hadn't thought possible.

Chapter four

Mrs. McNee received a short letter, with photos, a few days later. Jan had promised to keep her informed, and she was keeping her word.

The idea of sending letters and photos to the inmates' mothers was, of course, designed to mothers, over the years, had rebelled against such descriptive photos, and had been shocked and stunned at the punishments meted out in such modern times. Many had come close to reporting

the situation at Avondale to authorities, but at the last minute thought better of the idea. It was a matter of a few months at Avondale as against several years of incarceration elsewhere, and so the situation was allowed to continue. Had any mother actually reported Avondale's activities, she would have a hard time receiving cooperation from the daughter to verify the facts. The mothers simply did not understand girls and their unique pleasures and desires, so changed had society become since the olden days when mothers were thrilled to send their daughters to such schools. Yet, girls re- mained the same as ever, and knew better than the adults that punishment was the ultimate teacher, and the ultimate pleasure.