Return to Avondale

She felt soft hands on her shoulders and warm lips kissing her wet eyes. All four of her teammates were there.

"We love you very much, Heather. Lots and lots!

You suffered for us!"

"Thank you, darling. Do you realize how long you were in there? Almost two hours! You're wonderful!"

"We can do that extra month standing on our heads!"

"Hey, bet your hair grows back in just a couple of months!"

"Hey, what's all this sniffling and crying! Let's see a smile… we love you!"

Heather smiled and she cried all the harder. She hurt nowhere right now! She would go Through it all over again for girls like these! She flung her arms around the first soft, curvy body she found.

Yet another chapter had been written in the miraculous story of Avondale.

Chapter Nine

It was November, and because of a month hav- ing been cut from their sentence, Pamela and Donna had but a week more at Avondale. The other girls all had longer sentences and would not be leaving for awhile.

It had been a time of joy for them both, and their lives would never be the same again. Most girls in

England would have boys to look forward to, and a few girls might also find the pleasure of another girl, but few would know the excitement of the

whip and the rope and the rings. It was most un- fortunate, for most girls were the same as Pamela and Donna. It was just that they would never have the chance to find out. The roommates had talked about this often. Wouldn't it be wonderful if all girls were required to spend some time in a train- ing school! The two often fantasized about such a world. Imagine, they thought, if each girl carried a lovely little whip in her purse and a piece or two of cord! No telling who one might meet every day on a bus or in a fast-food restaurant. Just a glance of desire between two girls and off they could go to the ladies' powder room for some'delightful whip- ping before returning to their Cokes and French fries. Then just a friendly wave, and off they would go on their separate ways. Or, maybe they'd spend the night together. Perhaps it would be law that a girl had to spend one day with a boy, the next with a girl! Such things are young girls' fantasies made of.

One thing was very clear to Pamela and Donna.

They would stay together and recognize their own

"marriage." Perhaps, when they found jobs, their mothers would let them share an apartment in

London together. They would go out with boys and an occasional other girl too, for Avondale had re- moved jealousy beautifully. In fact, they would be delighted for each other when one went out on a date and they would wish each other fun and plea- sure. If a boy, they would kid each other and tell each other not to dare come home until taking him in all three places. If a girl, they would kiss the date in sincere friendship, and tell them to have fun together, complimenting on how very cute the date was. It would be a beautiful life, and they would promise daily whippings. Of course they would

keep their rings! They would play mistress and slave, taking weekly turns. It would be delightful!

They thought about Jan and Sabrina too. Con- stantly, now that their time was growing very short. The sexual desire for the two women had increased steadily over the months, which was to be expected.

In Sabrina's case, it was purely a physical thing.

She radiated waves of sex. It was not that Sabrina was lesbian, for she really wasn't. She was happily married with children. But her daily contact and

"duties" with naked young girls made it unnatural if she had not grown to enjoy their curves on occa- sion. She also tortured them, and Sabrina would be a strange female if she had not been aroused by those activities as well, Yet, she never went further than the expected touching of a breast or a brief kiss, and she never proposed making it fully with a girl, even though she undoubtedly wanted to at times. She did her job, and her part in the training, with professionalism and love. It was only on rare occasions that she bedded with a slave.