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Pamela flounced onto her lap. Sabrina's perfume smelled heavenly, and Pamela put her arms around her neck. Sabrina put her hands on Pamela's breasts and fingered her nipple-rings, causing

Pamela to steal a brief but nice kiss upon Sabrina's mouth.

"Hey. We're ten years apart in age," teased

Sabrina. "I'm twenty-seven."

"I like older women," laughed Pamela.

"Well, enough for now. Got things to do to you, you know."

"Like what?"

"First off, a super sudsy enema, t.hen I'm going to torture you."

"Oh, i.s that all Thought it was something special!" said Pamela. Yet her flippancy could not; hide her apprehension. Phase two was beginning!

Again, Pamela's mind found it hard to accept the perfectly normal manner in which Sabrina dis- cussed what she was going to do to her. In a way, such normal and matter-of-fact words were fright- ening considering what they meant, especially from so sweet and pretty a nurse as Sabrina, wife and mother of kids! Yet, because it did come from

Sabrina, it made it sound nice and totally accept- able. She knew that she wanted Sahrina to do those things to her.

"Okay, honey-pie, off my lap and onto the table, face 'down. New experience coming up for you."

Pamela lay propped up on her elbows and felt

Sabrina peel her panties d.own and off. It made her tingly again. Her admiration for Sabrina grew when the nurse didn't throw her panties some- where. She lay them carefully and spread out nicely on the chair. Pamela held out her wrists and ankles to be tied to the four corner bolts of the table. Sabrina pulled the cords tightly into her flesh. It was a matter of acclimation again, and

Pamela was impressed by Avondale's well thought out training. If they had tied her like this during the first week it would have been unbearable, but they had tied her gently, though firmly, at first.

Then, as time went by, the ropes had become tighter and tighter and now she did not mind that

Sabrina had pulled them deep into her wrists and ankles. In fact, she was pleased to be tied like this.

Way a girl should be tied, she knew. She realized that if Sabrina were somehow bound somewhere, she would expect to be tied in the same manner. It was a sisterhood that she and Sabrina shared.

Sabrina removed her blouse, for it was rather warm in the room. Her breasts were magnificent, beautifully nippled. But they also bore three whip stripes. Her back bore a half-dozen more.

"Crikey, Sabrina! Who whipped you"darling?

You're staff, not slave!"

Sabrina laughed. "Oh, those? No big deal. Have a girlfriend in town. Play checkers with her once in a while. Losing girl gets six on the back and three on the tits. Last night I lost, as you can see. Shush now, here it comes."

The enema nozzle and tube disappeared up into

Pamela's anus, and Sabrina gave her a playful slap on one bottom cheek before opening the valve. The warm soap solution poured into Pamela, and her mouth simply opened in a large round 0 at the sensation of it. If, was her first such experience and she couldn't quite believe the weird feel of it! As the solution continued to empty into her she could feel her stomach bulging, and she began to squirm wildly on the table.'

"Geez! Wow! Oh, please that's enough. I'm bursting! "

"Shush, darling. Still another quart to go."

Pamela screamed. But she took the quart. Her skin shone with a thin sheen of perspiration. She was kept tied for five minutes, which by the way, was the longest five minutes of her life.

Later Pamela wondered about the enema. It wasn't really torture. What was the reason for it?

But she knew full well. It was merely to let her know what one girl could do to another, and to let her know the degradation of having another girl put that awful thing up her bottom! When one thought about it, there was no other orifice in her body that was so intensely personal and sacred. To have another female stand behind her and calmly force a tube in there was very soul-searching! She had gotten the message.

Pamela had been reversed on the table, bound once again, and awaited Sabrina's next move, star- ing up at the ceiling. Sabrina put her hands on

Pamela's breasts and played with them nicely while she spoke.

"I'm going to hurt you now, darling, but I'm sure you know that your punishments from now on will be more severe. Girls need to be hurt for com- mitting little crimes as you did. Can't ever have you doing things like that again, can we?"

"No, Sabrina. I'm sure sorry I stole. I'm sure I'll never do anything like that again for positive! And

… I know I should be punished."

"There's another reason you should be hurt, you know," said Sabrina. "I think you've been here long enough to know what it, is. Tell me."

"Because I'm a girl, and girls should be hurt?"

"Yep. But why?"

"Just for being girls, I guess," said Pamela,

"and of course to give pleasure to the person who is hurting them, right?"

"Bravo, pussycat. Right on the button. You are coming along nicely, you know."

"Thanks, Sabrina," smiled Pamela.