Even for Cornwall the summer had been exceedingly warm, especially in July. Cumberland House rested far from the village, reposing in the lazy summer heat and surrounded by larch, birch and oak. And of course, the rose gardens by all means.
The midafternoon heat meant an hour or two at the bluish-cool pond at the bottom of the sloping garden. It had been thus for days. Lady Phillips was not elderly. Indeed the widow Phillips was not elderly, for at a ripe thirty-five her body still retained its firmness and appealing qualities so attractive at that age. By all means, there was still girl in Lady Phillips.
She sat, gloriously naked, on the soft grass at pondside watching her two young daughters at play in the pond. She stretched her arms to the sky and then let her hands fall to her breasts, cupping and fondling them as females are wont to do in their unique self-awareness. Her legs were still fine and smooth, marked only at one buttock by a nearly forgotten blemish in the shape of a script letter A. But Lady Phillips would not forget entirely her letter. Nor how it came there.
She smiled at her two young ones at play, the dripping water glistening on their naked bodies.
Mona was fifteen, Wendy but thirteen, yet both alike were at that marvelous crossroads so unique to females. Neither yet women, but no longer little girls, their bodies were a delightful mixture of both. Slim, long legs with calves forming nicely and that lovely wide space between thighs which made their hips and bottom cheeks two separate entities rather than one. The cheeks themselves, at their age, were still half-boyish, half-girlish, smooth, unbroken, firm, with the full roundness yet to come. The breasts were an age-old treasure. Growing, thrusting, searching, so possible only at that age. Large enough to move nicely when they walked, yet far from the mature fullness they promised soon to reach. These precious creatures, not so long ago, had come from her womb and drank from her nipples, thought Lady Phillips. How utterly proud she was of them!
Mona and Gwen played nicely together. And why not? After all, they were most deeply in love with each other. Lady Phillips watched them standing face to face in thigh-deep water saying soft girl-words to each other as usual. When the two stood, talking so in this manner, they had the pixyish habit of simply putting their hands on each other's breasts and playing tenderly with them. They were doing so now, and when they stopped, four young nipples would be most erect, knew Lady Phillips. She saw Wendy kiss Mona briefly but nicely indeed, before going off to splash in the water again. The two kissed often, for most young females liked girl-kissing. Sometimes it was a short kiss and very playful, yet on other occasions Lady Phillips was awed by the sight of the two locked in a very mature kissing encounter. Awed, but of course, most pleased. For what mother could ask for more than to have her daughters fall in love with each other? All girls, at, puberty, spent their first year or two making love to other girls, for boys came later. But sisters were very, very special, and at such a delightful age! Yet other mothers, some of whom were friends of Lady Phillips, were very stuffy indeed having been improperly brought up and instilled with puritanical thoughts. On occasion, the young daughters of these friends would come to picnic or play with Mona and Wendy. Or swim naked in the pond and sit on the bank, as young girls do, with delightfully spread legs, unmindful and uncaring. After all, they were girls, why conceal the fact? Yet, as they grew older, their "proper" mothers would teach them to sit like "ladies." How unfortunate for the girls to never know fully what it means to be a true female, mused Lady Phillips. Wendy and Mona would know, as she herself knew.
Mona and Wendy were having their usual daily swim race twice across the pond. And, also as usual, Mona won again. Lady Phillips clapped for the winner.
"Beat you again, I did, darling," laughed Mona. "C'mon, time to pay up as usual. Cross my lap in front of mother!"
"Oh, mother," complained Wendy, "would you please tell Mona to let me win once in a while. I get ever so tired of losing. I don't mind the spanking 'cause it does make me ever so wet, or making love to her on the grass. But I simply just hate to lose every time! Please tell her, mother?"
"Now, Wendy," answered Lady Phillips, "don't be a pouter. It's most undignified indeed. If a girl loses, she must pay the piper, what! Pay your penalty like a real girl. Besides, young lady, Mona did let you win last Tuesday. Don't be a liar as well as a poor loser! Now, over your sister's lap Wendy, and stop fussing so!"
"Yes, mother, at once. I'm sorry I behaved so bloody rotten, you know, really I am."
Lady Phillips had taught the girls even when they were but children to have penalties in games, and they had done so eagerly. When they reached puberty they were taught to spank properly, and when they began to sleep together sexual penalties were added. The girls, however, found those "penalties" to be most delightful! As it was intended.
Mona's hand smacked Wendy's young cheeks with a retort which echoed over the pond. Lady Phillips watched as the hand rose and fell in a rhythm of motion upon Wendy's bottom. As usual, of course, Wendy's hips began to squirm after the first dozen smacks as the heat of girl-pleasure began to build. Her reddened bottom began to rise up to meet her sister's descending hand. Wendy would be getting wet about now, thought Lady Phillips.
What followed the spanking was quite normal in their games, and Lady Phillips watched with pride as Mona lay spread on the lawn, Wendy's tongue doing its customary duty between her legs. Mona arched, squealed, and lay limp.
"She gets ever so wet, she does, when she climaxes, mother," laughed Wendy. "Really, Mona, you right drown a girl, you do!'-'
"You're really smashing, Wendy," said Mona. "I'm ever so glad you're my girl. I'll never, never, never give you up! You do make me come so quick! I'll pay you back in bed tonight, darling!"
Lady Phillips rose to her feet. "Off to the house now, you minxes. I've something special to tell you!" - At the top of the garden, near the summer roses, an ancient oak stood brownish-black in the late afternoon light. Its lower branch provided shade over the begonias. It also held a girl.
Sylvia was twenty-four and another in a long series of maids which Lady Phillips found not at all as efficient as maids used to be. Even when you whipped them they simply didn't improve. Earlier, she had sighed in disgust when she had tied Sylvia's thumbs to the branch in response to yet another broken place-setting. The girl in truth did moan nicely when Lady Phillips whipped her back and bottom well with the five-foot lash. And, of course, Lady Phillips became aroused as usual, but she was getting so tired of whipping Sylvia! Didn't they learn? Or does this wench just do things to get whipped, like Susan . . . Penelope . . . Mary Ellen . . . and other past maids? As Lady Phillips and the girls came to Sylvia's tree a word was necessary from the mistress of Cumberland House.
"You've only hung there since noon, Sylvia, and I really should let you hang all night. But it does approach dinner, and I suppose I must let you down in another hour if we are to eat at all!"
"Yes, mum," whispered the maid.
Sylvia, gloriously naked, hung by her thumbs. Mona and Wendy loved to see a female strung up in that manner. No other method so revealed the beauty of a naked girl, her curves and lines stretched and taut so delightfully! Females were such lovely things in bondage. Why did it enhance them so? And why did they respond so? Once again, Sylvia's nipples were elongated and erect from her bondage. Such yardsticks of emotion were nipples! Mona and Wendy knew the emotion of Sylvia. When they played girl-bondage games in the woods they felt the tingling sensation themselves. They called their game "jungle captive" and was most pleasurable indeed to them both. When one captured the other they bared the captive's breasts and tied the hands to a branch. The captive's nipples had always responded. Even before they had breasts!
"Mother," said Wendy angrily, "you promised that when you whipped Sylvia we could always watch! You know we like to hear her squeal ever so much!"
"Yes," echoed Mona. "We do so like to hear the whip crack her bottom nicely. She welts so delightfully, she does. Why didn't you call us?"
"You were playing games in the barn," sighed Lady Phillips. "I'll whip her double tomorrow for you. Now run put on some clothes. Really, you just seem to be naked all the time lately."
Lady Phillips walked ahead and the two girls winked at Sylvia, who winked in return. Sylvia and the girls often met in the barn to love in the straw piles. Not that Lady Phillips minded Mona and Wendy loving another girl, but after all, Sylvia was her girl. Best then that our mother doesn't know, promised the girls to each other.
The girls had returned to the library in light summer frocks, eagerly awaiting their mother's news. What possibly could it be?
"I received in this morning's post a letter from Miss Greene of Avondale Girls' School," said Lady Phillips proudly. "I am most happy to tell you both that your application for fall term has been accepted."
The girls sat in stunned silence. It could not be true! Avondale! The most prestigious of all training schools in England! Mother's school!
They began to squirm in their chairs even before they began to talk. And they talked so fast all together that only a shrill babble came out.
"You know how proud this makes me," said Lady Phillips. "It is a most distinctive honor for you and your mother. As you know, only daughters of Avondale graduates are considered, and even then only one in ten is chosen. To have both of you accepted is beyond my wildest fancy! When you graduate from Avondale you both will be well on your way to becoming truly the ultimate of young women, trained beautifully to give and receive pleasure from both men and women alike, and to accept discipline and punishment as part of a female's destiny and beauty!"
"Oh, mother, we are so happy," exclaimed Mona. "We never dreamed . . . oh, mother. Oh, can it be true?"
Young Wendy simply squealed again in delight.
Mona's questions poured from her like cream from a pitcher.
"Will we be caned and whipped ever so much? Will we be put into delightful bondage simply all the time? Will we sleep with a lot of other pretty girls? Ooh, tell us, mother!"
All Lady Phillips could do was answer, "Yes," to each query.
Wendy chirped in like a bird in nest.
"Will we . . . learn to have sex with . . . boys? I have heard that boys put their . . . self . . . into three places in a girl. How can this be so?"
"Enough!" laughed Lady Phillips. "All in good time at Avondale."
"Oh, Wendy, it will be smashing!" exclaimed Mona, throwing her arms around her younger sister and kissing her mouth. "And darling, no matter how pretty the girls, let us promise each other we will stay true and always and always love each other!"
"Oh, I do promise, Mona. You'll always be my love. But think how it will be to have all those delicious girls in bed with us. Maybe a new one every night! Crikey, it will be like Christmas dinner!"
Mona could only moan in speechless realization at Wendy's thoughts.
"And . . . and .. . Cor! We'll get to see all kinds of young girls being whipped, including each other!" screeched Wendy. "Blimey, Mona, I think I'll get wet just simply terrible watching that! I've never ever seen a girl get caned. Mew, bet it smarts just awfully on her bottom!"
It was several minutes before the girls calmed down.
"Mother," asked Mona finally. "Tell us . . . about the rings!"
Lady Phillips had told them often about the rings of Avondale, but they asked for the story time and time again.
"The rings are the same as when I was your age and entered Avondale. Within a week or two all of the new girls will have beautiful shiny rings put through their nipples. You will wear them until graduation . . . and beyond if you desire."
The girls were strangely calm now, and most intent.
"At the tips of our nipples, mother?" asked Wendy.
"Your nipples are pierced in the exact centers, and the rings inserted and closed. They can be removed by staff for breast punishment and breast whipping, but you yourselves cannot remove them."
"But . . . how can you kiss a girl's nipples and suck them erect with rings in them?" asked Mona.
"You will learn, Mona. It does not take long to learn. It is very easy when you know how."
"Will it hurt our nipples, mother?" asked Wendy.
"Of course not," laughed Lady Phillips. "Female nipples were made to be ringed. Girls since Adam and Eve have been ringed delightfully. Thousands, perhaps millions of girls since man came on earth. A girl cannot call herself a real woman until she feels the weight of rings in her breast tips."
"Cor," whispered Mona softly. "It will be smashing to feel them in there."
The girls fell silent, each trying to imagine the feel of the rings. And by now the moisture between their legs was most evident to them both.
"And the A on your bottom cheek, mother?" asked Wendy.
"It is a brand, so that I always will remember the beauty of Avondale."
"Oh, Mona," sighed Wendy. "We shall have it too."
Mona could not speak.
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It was impossible to sleep that night, so Mona and Wendy just held each other under their blanket. They did not even wish to make love as usual.
"Let's talk about Avondale," purred Mona, "and see if we can make each other squirm a bit. S'pose you'd like to do that?"
"Crikey, sure I would, darling," whispered Wendy. "You go first."
"Well, let's see now. I know, Wendy! Imagine . . . close your eyes now . . . imagine a very pretty girl, about your age, bent right proper over the teacher's desk, her skirt up 'n' everything so you can see her cunny right nicely . . . and the teacher . . . real pretty 'n' tall. . . even as old as twenty-five maybe . . . and she has a whippy-looking cane . . . and down it comes! And, cracko! . . . and such a yelp from the girl. . . and she has five more coming . . . and you and I are right in the front desks so we can see the streaks on her sexy bottom . . . and . . . Wendy? Wendy? What are you doing under there? Are you touching yourself? Wendy! Cor, what a sister!"
But Wendy didn't hear. She was arching and squealing.
" 'Fraid I got our bed all wet, Mona. But. . . well ... it's in my side, anyway!"
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September seemed forever. But it came. Finally. The trip to Avonshire was much too long to suit the impatient sisters, but finally they saw the imposing buildings of Avondale nestling among the poplars, and they tingled. Only twelve girls per term were enrolled, and Avondale's facilities were most adequate. The grounds and paths were elegant, for tidiness and formality were indeed necessary for proper girl-training.
Lady Phillips was very impressed with Miss Greene, the stately and beautiful headmistress of Avondale. She was perhaps Lady Phillips' age, and as the two talked in the warm, larch-paneled office, Lady Phillips wondered why such a lovely female had not married. She obviously enjoyed men, for several pictures of handsome gentlemen graced her desk. Yet, when Lady Phillips had entered she had noticed, with some pleasure, how Miss Greene had looked at her legs. Miss Greene enjoyed the best of both worlds far too much to be committed to just a man!
Mona and Wendy had been taken away by a staff member upon entering, but would return for the initial interview being conducted.
"We are most pleased to have Mona and Wendy," said Miss Greene.
"I am honored, Miss Greene. I had hoped for Mona, but I was most delighted about Wendy . . . and surprised. She is only thirteen."
"We have had girls at twelve, Lady Phillips. Most rare of course. But thirteen is a common age here. A girl at that age is so terribly aware of her womanhood coming into blossom. They train wonderfully under fifteen."
"Do you treat the younger ones like Wendy any differently, Miss Greene?"
"No, not at all. As long as the girl is post-puberty she can understand the full pleasure of both sex and punishment. Besides, a girl Wendy's age takes the cane and the whip very nicely. It never ceases to fill me with wonder."
"I can assure you both Mona and Wendy are quite ready for the whip. They have played rope and spanking games with each other for two years now."
"Excellent, Lady Phillips! That does indeed foretell a good start. Tell me, they of course have had lesbian experience?"
"Oh, yes, naturally. With each other mostly. They have romped with my maid a bit too, although they are not aware that I know about it!
They have not bedded with a boy yet, however."
"That is most normal for most of the girls here. Usually we find that girls sleep with girls for the first two or three years. Boys will come later, and they will marry and bear children, but at Avondale we will teach them to be lifelong lesbians at heart, so that an occasional encounter with another female will be eagerly sought after, even during married life. After eight months sleeping with each other, all ten of our students will be very girl-inclined. Of course, the girls will also get boy-training to a considerable degree. They'll be right good little whores when they leave here, if you'll pardon the expression, Lady Phillips."
"Quite all right, indeed. In fact, a most exciting description, I must say."
The door opened and Lady Phillips felt a surge of excitement. Mona and Wendy had been put into their school uniforms and looked charming. They had also been bound. Delightfully so. Their hands were tied behind their backs with rope, but Lady Phillips had seen them tie each other that way in the gardens at Cumberland House. It was the elbow ropes that made it different! The girls' elbows had been corded together tightly, giving their young breasts a thrust and fullness the likes of which Lady Phillips had not seen!
" 'Lo again, mother," said Mona. "Look at how stiff Cynthia has tied our elbows together! Crikey, feels like my breasts will just burst my blouse!"
"Mona," spoke Miss Greene softly. "May as well begin to use the proper words to describe things here. One of our rules is to do away with goody-goody school-girl words, such as 'breasts.' We're all big girls here now. Say it again like a good little whore should!"
Mona blushed, and she did not blush often. "Feels like my . . . titties will burst my blouse, mother."
"Much better, Mona," said Miss Greene, "but still rather girlish. Why don't you try it, Wendy."
Wendy needed no urging. She was too young yet to blush.
"My tits look ever so cute when I'm tied up like this, mother."
"Well done, Wendy," smiled Miss Greene.
The effect of all this upon Lady Phillips was not lost on Miss Greene. She had not heard her offspring use such words before and found it most stimulating indeed!
"You see, Lady Phillips, here at Avondale we dress all the girls the' same. Prevents the richer girls from showing up the poorer ones. Dressed the same, they are all the same!"
"Most proper," said Lady Phillips, impressed.
"As you see, the uniforms are quite appealing to staff and to the girls themselves," said Miss Greene.
The uniforms were indeed appealing, thought Lady Phillips. The skirts were red, and quite short, coming only several inches down the thighs from the cheek swell. The blouses were lovely white silk and fit snugly.
"You will of course notice," pointed out Miss Greene, "that the blouses are very sheer silk which reveal a girl's nipples beautifully, especially when bound like Mona and Wendy."
"I did notice," said Lady Phillips. The girls' nipples were bright pink against the straining blouse which actually molded itself around the young breast tips.
Once again the door opened and a very lovely young girl with long brown hair entered carrying a tea tray. She had on the uniform and, in addition, bore wrist and ankle chains. She set the tray before Miss Greene.
"Thank you, Puff. You may return to your room now."
The girl cast a pixie look at Mona and Wendy as she walked by them, and winked in obvious friendship.
"Ooh, Wendy, I like her," whispered Mona in her sister's ear.
"She's smashing, I'll say," answered the younger sibling.
"That's Puff," said Miss Greene. "She's your age, Mona, and from London. East End, I believe. Bit Cockney but a lovely .thing. She was first to arrive yesterday, so I gave her the honor of serving tea today."
"I notice Puff was chained beautifully," said Lady Phillips. It had been a very long time since she had seen a pretty moppet in chains. It enhanced a young girl so!
"Yes, Lady Phillips," answered Miss Greene. "We try and keep the girls chained or tied most of the day as they go to classes or walk about the grounds. Girls need to become used to it, of course. Eventually the girls don't even notice it, and in a few weeks, they will feel lost without the rope or chain. It becomes part of them, just as their hair ribbons or clothes. Quite probably they will fasten chains to themselves or ask one of their sister students to do it. They wear chains or rope at most times, except during gym classes or sex classes with boys. In both of those classes the girls are completely naked of course."
"We have gym classes in the nude?" asked Mona.
"Certainly, Mona. Girls should exercise naked in front of each other. Gym class is no place for clothes."
"Mmmm," purred Wendy aloud. Ten naked darlings all together!
"We try and change the daily rope and chain effect on the girls," said Miss Greene. "Tie them differently for classes each day. Or at least try and suit the bondage to the girl to make her look her best. Every girl has a special way of being tied which brings out her best features. Mona, for instance, looks delightful in elbow binding. Her tits are simply lovely like she is now. Wendy is a slim little moppet. She would look smashing in a set of very heavy chains which would appear to be much too much for her to carry about. Now Puff, well, I knew at once with her pretty ankles and wrists she should have dainty silver wrist and ankle chainlets."
"Where do the boys come from for our sex classes, Miss Greene?" asked Mona.
"We are most fortunate at Avondale. There is a boys school just across the way, on the other side of the west woods. They are most cooperative."
At that point, the unmistakable sound of a swishing cane striking a young bottom carried to the office from some far distant room. Mona looked at Wendy and licked her lips. Wendy squirmed in her seat. The sound of the cane came four times, the last followed by a feminine cry from a young throat.
"Must be Carol again," said Miss Greene. "We don't often whip a girl the first day or two, but Carol has been most difficult since she arrived. Pretty thing from Hampshire, but quite spoiled it seems. Give her her dues though, I will. It took four stripes to make her yelp as you heard. The girls will soon learn that being silent during a whipping is not very exciting to others. As long as one is being whipped anyway, she should make it pleasurable for those who will be watching. Nothing in the world is more . . . sexual than hearing a female cry out under the cane or lash.''
Lady Phillips knew what Miss Greene meant indeed. Mona and Wendy did not yet understand. - The daughters had said their goodbyes to their mother and had left to meet their new friends. The office fireplace crackled warmly. Miss Greene and Lady Phillips sat silently on the settee.
"On rare occasions I allow a mother to make two visits to Avondale," said Miss Greene. "Most like to come during sex classes with boys. They find it most . . . arousing to watch their daughters perform with a boy under instruction in the gym. For the second visit I might suggest a late term arrival when the girls are undergoing serious bondage and punishment in the special room in the basement. We do hurt them deliciously, you know. You'd be surprised what a young girl can accept. If a mother is there we do make them scream quite terribly, as you must remember from your training here. By then, they should be achieving orgasms under torture, you know. A mother finds it . . . most stimulating ... to watch her daughter cry out in climax as a lovely nude staff girl, or possibly another student, does very feminine punishment on her. Since you were here many years ago, Avon-dale has become quite sophisticated, Lady Phillips. We know of so many new ways to punish and hurt girls now . . . very, very feminine ways, I might add. In your day you were punished for offenses or errors. Such is the case no longer. We don't 'punish' girls. We whip and hurt them simply because they are girls, until they learn that being a girl requires the chain, the whip and the sexual torments visited upon them. This will never leave them. Mona and Wendy will miss the whip when they leave here. So much so, that they will find ways, even at Cumberland House, to satisfy their hunger. And when they marry, the whip will be part of their life, too."
Lady Phillips was aroused most certainly by the silken words of Miss Greene. To be able to come and watch her young ones in such activities just described!
"Do you have male staff members?" she asked.
"None. Girls are much better at punishing and hurting other girls, because, being female themselves, they know what to do to a young girl to get the best response."
Lady Phillips felt moist with intoxicating pleasure for her daughters.
"How does a mother . . . like me . . . get invited to such performances? I do so . . . want to see Mona and Wendy impaled by boys . . . and I want to see them 'trained' by another girl in some rather . . . extreme ways in your special room. What must I do to deserve this privilege?"
Miss Greene's hand rested on Lady Phillips' thigh.
"Need I tell you?"
Lady Phillips stood up and removed her blouse. Her full breasts pleased Miss Greene greatly. Miss Greene locked the office door and her fingers went to her own buttons.
"I will schedule you for two visits."
Lady Phillips' arms circled Miss Greene's bare back. "Thank you."
Neither over thirty-five, their passions were mature and controlled, yet still young enough to burn with intensity. It would be a long, slow encounter and would build to screams. Miss Greene's lips felt intoxicating to Lady Phillips' mouth as they kissed. The logs crackled noisily from the wind in the chimney. Rain would come soon.
Chapter Two
Lady M. Phillips
September 24, 1872
Cumberland House
Cornwall
Dearest Mother:
It has been but ten days since Wendy and I entered Avondale, and already we love it so! I have so very much to tell you. I simply don't know where to begin!
Shortly after you left, dear mother, it rained so very hard. But then the sun came out by evening and I partook of a walk in the gardens. My wrists and elbows were still tied so nicely of course. When I came to the petunias I found another student sitting on a wrought-iron bench. Her name was Jennifer and she was ever so lovely. She might have been a year younger than I. And guess what! She was tied just like me! Oh, her pretty nipples simply were bursting to poke through her little blouse. We talked so pleasantly. Funny, after but a moment or two it seemed like we had known each other ever so long. It was so strange, mother. We seemed so close. Finally, I realized the reason for it! We were both tied in exactly the same manner! Really, nothing brings two girls so close together as being bound in the same way. I mean, we both knew exactly the identical discomfort of each other. It was a shared emotion. How delightful it was! When we parted we stood together and kissed and, oh, our nipples kissed too, right together they were!
That evening, about eight, all of the students were called together in the library. I understand it is a pleasant custom of Avondale to let all the new girls find out all about each other. We all had to undress, mother. I mean, just bare naked of course. Then, in turn, each girl stood before all of us near the fireplace and turned round and round so we could learn all about her pretty self. Oh, we all were ever so sexy and all. Really, ten of us! Crikey, it was just all tits and legs and cunnies and bottoms! Each girl had to say her name and age and where she was from. It was beautiful. Oh mother, all of the girls are so cute!
Miss Greene spoke to us then, and told us that jealousies and favorites just simply wouldn't do at Avondale. She posted a sleeping list on the bulletin board in the hall, and we all change bed-mates every night! When we've slept with each girl, we start over again. I think that is nice, don't you? So, in ten days, I've slept with them all once now. Oh, mother, girls are so wonderful! I mean each one has her own sweet way to make love, and all do it so very differently! Amanda, for instance. Oh, she's quite the girl-kisser, she is! Really, you have to tell her to get on to other parts of your body finally. If you don't, she'd just kiss all night. Puff is the best with her tongue. Remember her when you were here? Oh, mother, she does things with her tongue, when it's in you, that are quite wild really! Wonder where she learned all that? She even taught me a smashing new idea! She lays down, and I get over her on all fours, reversed, and we can lick each other at the same time! Never heard of such a thing, have you? Crikey, it's ever so thrilling!
Mother, please don't concern yourself. Even with all the lovely girls here, Wendy and I will always be special to each other for ever and ever. I actually think sleeping with other girls makes Wendy and I even more excited with each other. Of course, we have our turn too. Miss Greene never allows sisters to miss their turn with each other. She says it's precious. Some of the girls have never seen sisters together, so when it was our turn some of them came into our room to watch! Wendy and I put on quite a do, I must say! We missed each other so we fair tore the blankets off the bed, we did! Wendy got quite wild with me.
Some nights, the staff chains one of our ankles to the bed-post for the night, one girl to one post, the other to the opposite. Makes it ever so hard to make love properly, but Miss Greene says that Mother, we just are simply tied all the time it seems. It's so sexy I think! Now for the news you're waiting to hear! Yes, Wendy and I have been whipped! After all the little spankings you've seen us do, we have finally felt the cane! Oh, mother, I feel so mature and such a woman now! Our classroom teacher is Miss Shaw. She's quite lovely and a very good teacher I must say. She instructs us in geography, arithmetic, spelling and girls should be willing to find a way if they want each other badly enough. We do. Mother, I must say, your Mona is so in love with girls right now! Oh, why do girls have to marry boys? Why can't girls marry girls? Wendy and I would be ever so happy together.
Literature. She records our errors on our papers and when classes are over at three, she gives one stroke of the cane for each mistake. Each girl in turn has to go up to her desk, bend over it with her bottom facing the class, and lift her skirt up to her waist. Crikey, mother, you can see all of her cunny that way! Then Miss Shaw whips the girl. Oh, it is exciting. She whips so hard! The girl fairly flies off the desk!
Cor, the sound the cane makes! Mother, I must honestly tell you that it is arousing to see! I can't help it. Is this wrong of me? I had four strokes last Tuesday and three on Friday. Wendy had one on Tuesday and six on Thursday. Wendy took them very well, I might add. She's ever so young and slim you know, and the cane simply made her fly up off the desk with every stroke. It was thrilling!
Miss Shaw gave us quite a proper lecture on girl-whipping the first day. And she showed us at least a dozen different canes and whips that are used on females. One had ever so many thongs. She called it a cat. Another was fair six feet long at least. Mother, are those used on young girls, or do they use them on more mature women? I believe they'd really hurt somewhat. Anyway, whipping of girls is so exciting! I'm so glad girls were invented with such nice bottoms! I guess bottoms were made to be whipped, weren't they?
Miss Shaw told us such beautiful things about whipping. She says that a whip can bring sexual delight to a female in three ways. We all just listened spellbound! First, she said, it is most sexy to watch another female being whipped. I know she's right on this because Wendy and I so enjoyed it when you whipped Sylvia, and I just feel all tingly when I see the students caned by her. (Mother, I got wet when Wendy took her six.) Secondly, she says, the whip gives a female pleasure when she uses it on another female. I'm sure she's correct on this too, because I so enjoyed spanking Wendy at the pond so often! Shortly, we are going to be made to whip each other here at Avondale! Ohh, I can hardly wait! I've dreamed of whipping a girl for ever so long! I know I'll simply swoon! I want to whip Wendy so very much, and all of the others too! Finally, Miss Shaw says that the day will come when we will receive sexual pleasure from being whipped ourselves! Can this be true? Can such hurt become sexual, mother? Please write me about this as soon as possible.
So, dearest mother, your loving daughters have tasted the cane. It does hurt something awful, but it is worth it, because after you've had your stripes you can go to your seat and enjoy watching the others take it! Besides, I'm old enough now to understand that a girl simply needs to be whipped if she's to amount to anything. I've tried to tell Wendy this, but she's so young yet. She thinks it's just a delightful game right now, but I'm sure she'll mature quickly here at Avondale.
Mother, you should be so proud of Wendy! She is such a beautiful sister for me. Thank you for giving birth to her! She's just so excited about Avondale! And such a time she has sleeping with the other girls! She's so innocent and inexperienced. She always runs into my room in the morning to tell me about the girl she slept with and how many times she climaxed! Crikey, the little minx has girl-juice all over her chin! I have to tell her to wash her face. Miss Greene thinks Wendy looks nice in a lot of heavy chains because she's so small and all. They put simply brutal chains between her little ankles and wrists, and connect those with another heavy one at her slim waist. Then they fasten yet another simply awful chain around her precious breasts, so tight that her nipples stick out through a link, and fasten this chain to her waist chain too! Still another heavy chain is linked to her waist-chain, brought down between her legs and up through her bottom crease. Cor, the stuff must weigh thirty pounds! But Wendy walks proud and tall in her chains. She doesn't complain at all!
Anyway, dear mother, I must tell you about yesterday and Wendy! Her favorite girl right now is Samantha. Samantha is a Welsh girl, and the only other one as young as Wendy. But she has simply smashing tits! Really, they look like she's twenty if a day. Really big they are! And at thirteen! Well, Wendy has never seen a girl the same age as she with such big ones, and she's simply fascinated by Samantha. Can't keep her hands off Samantha's white blouse. Well, yesterday staff Molly saw Samantha's blouse with dirty hand prints all over the front and soon enough found out that it was Wendy who put them there. There was a real to-do in the garden and Wendy was hung by her thumbs in the dining room for three hours. And that's not all! Molly tied a rope around her waist, down through her cunny and up the back. Pulled it real tight-up, she did. Crikey, the rope was right up in Wendy's cunny, I mean really! Split her cunny right up the middle. Well, your daughter Wendy! Know what she said? "If you have to be tied you may as well be tied so that you know you're a girl," that's what she said! Such a little minx.
We are fed well at Avondale, mother. Really, the diet is wonderful. And you'll be most happy to know that we do get plenty of breast-milk here. I know you've often said that breast-milk is so much better than dairy milk for growing young ladies. You've apologized often for not giving Wendy and I more at Cumberland House, but we understand how remote our home is from villages in the area. And maids with milk seem so scarce in Cornwall. Let's see, the last was Susan, wasn't it? Goodness, that was five years ago. I remember how good it tasted.
But breast-milk girls and women are so plentiful here. There are so many villages nearby. Miss Greene arranges hire-purchase of ten of them to come on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday mornings for breakfast, so we do get plenty.
Nurse Patsy gave us a talk on breast-milk the first day. She's such a nice lady. Hardly thirty, I believe. Said that men and boys don't nurse a breast properly most times. Get too excited and do a poor job of it. Said we'd probably do just fine without much instruction because girls just naturally know how to nurse another girl properly, and take their time. Have to get your mouth tight shut on the tit so there is good suction, she said. We each get one milk-girl at the breakfast table and she sits on your lap to make it easier. Guess I nurse correctly, 'cause I get lots. If we've had enough and she still has more we can use our hands and milk the rest of it out of her into a jar for bedtime treat. I didn't know til now that it pleases a female to have another nurse her. If you do it right the nipples get ever so long and excited and she actually purrs or says nice things to you. Lots of times they put their arms around you or put their hands in your hair while you're sucking the milk. Some of them even try to make dates with you, but of course we can't leave Avondale grounds. Wendy is so naive about it all. Doesn't realize how sexy it makes the girl to have Wendy nursing her, and Wendy just slurps away, fair-the-all, while the poor creature twists her hands in Wendy's hair in passion. Well, she'll soon learn, mother. Give her time. But really, aren't females so beautiful and so very useful and practical! I mean, men can't give such thick warm milk to others. Oh, I think girls and women are just everything!
Must go now. Wendy will write in a week or so. Give Sylvia three extra lashes today for Wendy and I! We love and miss you very much.
Your daughter, Mona (and Wendy)
P.S. I think we will get our rings a week from Saturday! Joy!
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Evelyn Shaw enjoyed her vocation. She enjoyed it very much indeed. At twenty-seven, and with rearing a young son and daughter, the salary at Avondale was most helpful to her and her loving husband. So she traveled the short distance from her home in the town of Avon, to the school, every day of the week but Saturday and Sunday. Miss Shaw was versed in the teaching of the basic studies, and also in theatre and dance, having received her advance education at Leeds. Before that, of course, Miss Shaw was a graduate of Avondale.
Miss Greene preferred taking on graduates of Avondale for staff and studies, for after all, what better qualifications could there be than being personally acquainted with the school through attending? Few of Miss Shaw's friends knew of the A on her bottom-cheek, but it was there as it had been for eleven years. Some knew that she still wore her rings under her blouses, but that was not all that uncommon in these days. Most knew that she adored young girls in many special ways. Many special ways. But, of course, who didn't? Girls were a delight to both men and women, and in these times it was no more improper for a woman to take pleasure in girls than it was for men. In fact, many of Evelyn Shaw's lady friends envied her quite openly. What could be a more enjoyable vocation than a well-paid teaching position in a school of lovely young moppets? There were other teaching positions to be sure, but just a handful in all of England where the privilege of whipping sprightly young bottoms was a daily function. There were, in all of the British Isles, but twelve girls training schools of any importance, Avondale being certainly one of the best. To be sure, girls were still paddled and caned in the public schools, but a training school went far beyond that, and the finished products which happily graduated were the ultimate in well-trained young ladies. So her friends often sighed in wistful desire when they saw her hansom on the way to the school. Some of the more shameless ladies of the town often chose warm summer weekends to picnic in the grove just south of the school property. Through the heavy trees and the iron-grilled fence it was possible, on very, very rare occasions, to catch a fleeting glimpse of a nude young girl, perhaps with her arms bound behind her, walking in the school gardens. At other times, when the wind was correct, it sometimes was possible to hear the sound of a cane or whip from within one of the far-distant windows. If these occasions occurred, the ladies succeeded in having their perversities fulfilled. Most times, however, they heard or saw nothing, and trudged home disappointedly, only to return another day.
Miss Shaw was not at all discreet about letting people know that she liked girls. Most healthy young women did in this century. There was simply something wrong with a full-bodied young woman who did not bed with other women on occasion in merry England. And there certainly was something odd about a woman who did not respond favorably to the sight of a gloriously naked young moppet whose growing body would soon be a mature duplicate of her own. Furthermore, what young woman did not fantasize to bed with a moppet, wringing young passion from her youthful throat, perhaps in the ultimate glory of the very first experience for the girl? For women were no different than men in their constant search for a virgin.
Class studies began usually on the fourth day at Avondale, and of course the first day was the most exciting of all for both the students and Miss Shaw. The girls squirmed in their seats occasionally for the anticipation of their first caning was most intense. Most had never been caned, and a few had never been spanked properly. For Miss Shaw, no other day was as exciting as the first, for the first caning of brand new girls was most delightful. Especially when she knew none of them had tasted the cane as yet.
Miss Shaw especially liked girls' legs. Unlike boys at this age, whose legs were yet bony and immature, girls' legs were wonderful to behold, even in the youngest of her students! They were soft, yet well-formed with lovely curves like the legs of does. Seeing a naked girl from the front testified to the beauty of the legs. The young thighs curved ever so subtly towards each other on their journey from knee to apex, then suddenly curved apart again just below the sex providing a lovely gap to gloriously reveal the sex remarkably unhidden. Girls were obviously made this way on purpose, for should the thighs continue to be close together all the way upwards, their finest part would be unfortunately hard to see. The students' little skirts were very nice for showing off slim long legs as they faced Miss Shaw. Each girl sat in a chair which had a writing board on one arm-rest, and the brief skirts covered only the very tops of the thighs. The girls did not especially gap their legs apart, nor intentionally. But neither did they bother with worrying about them as they had to do in front of boys or their parents' friends at home. After all, Miss Shaw was a female and she certainly knew what girls looked like. Thus occasionally as the girls moved, or rose to stand up, Miss Shaw would catch a glimpse of the silky fur between their legs or perhaps a pink-red lip. Miss Shaw thought it adorable and beautifully little-girlish.
Miss Shaw explained the caning rules clearly. Each mistake on lesson papers earned one cut at the end of classes at three in the afternoon. Miss Shaw was in her third year of teaching and she knew full well that in a month or two some of the girls would begin making intentional errors on their papers to earn the cane. She knew her students well, however, and their learning capabilities. Thus she could easily determine obvious errors and did not allow such things. It would defeat the purpose of the cane. The cane hung on a hook by the blackboard. It was near three feet in length, thin, but quite pliable.
The first day seemed endless to the girls, but like all things, it did move along, not helped by the girls' unceasing glances at the clock. Miss Shaw had taken the cane from its hook.
"Very well, girls," she spoke. "Quite excellent for the first day, especially in arithmetic and history. It appears that I have some fine students among you." The girls felt a sense of pride. "Now then, let's see the record again to make sure. Mm, yes. Very well, then. Puff-two; Wendy -one; Jane-three; Peggy-two; Amanda-five; Mona-four; Samantha-three; Carol-three; Betty-four; Jennifer-one. Most excellent for your first studies! Remember though, girls ... I shall expect more by second quarter. After then, mistakes earn two cuts apiece, and during last quarter next spring, three cuts apiece. You must keep up your studies and not slacken off. Avondale girls are expected to be well-educated, and so you shall be! Very well . . . Puff, you're first! Quick about it now!
Puff left her seat and ran to Miss Shaw's desk. It wasn't that Puff was that eager to feel the cane. Hardly. But Avondale demanded immediate response. No slovenly girls here! Girls were taught to run, whether it be to the head-office of Miss Greene, to the kitchen or lavoratory, or to the front of the classroom to be caned. One ran when given an order. There was nothing so depressing as seeing a girl shuffle or amble forward to be caned!
The girls had been told how to position themselves. Puff draped herself fully over Miss Shaw's desk, lying fully on her stomach, her rear facing the class. Puff's toes just touched the floor so that she was bent in the historic and proper angle for caning. Puff spread her legs wide apart, the toes at exactly the corners of the desk. It was the proper way of course for two basic reasons. The girl's bottom cheeks were thus spread nicely apart for better surface target and excellent cane contact. Additionally, this position revealed her sex part clearly and perfectly to those viewing from behind. The girl, of course, was well aware of her exposed body and knew that her classmates had a delightful view of it. While it might not make her actually blush, it made her very aware that she was a girl, for all to see! If a female is to be whipped, make it very obvious that she is indeed a female!
After three years, Miss Shaw was most expert with the cane. Caning was an art, and it took experience like anything else. Miss Shaw was very, very good. The cane could not be brought down from too steep an angle above. It struck only a glancing blow then. Nor could it be swung parallel to the floor for it would then only force the girl into the desk edging. The angle must be perfectly forty-five degrees, just as was the angle of the girl's bottom. The force of the cut must be proper. There was no such thing as striking the girl too hard. The problem, most times, was in not striking hard enough due to a tired arm or a less than full arc. A proper combination then of correct angle and full-strength cut would bring the girl flying up off the desk several inches, and the cut had been most correct. In addition, the cuts should obviously be well-spaced. This, too, took practice and experience. Miss Shaw could put fully twenty cane marks on a bottom without once overlapping, each streak perfectly the same length on each cheek, broken only on its course by the deep valley between the cheeks.
Miss Shaw swung the cane for the first time in the new school year and it kissed Puff's bottom exquisitely hard! Puff, of course, held her little skirt up to the small of her back as the girls had been instructed to do so that it would not be in the way.
The cut of a cane was not a single entity. It was a stage play with many acts to make up the whole. First was sound, and the opening act was the crisp swishing of the cane through the air. Next came the second sound, that of the cane making fantastic meeting with girl-flesh. It was a unique sound; one never duplicated by anything else in the world. It was unmistakable no matter how far the distance from the listener. It could be identified through walls or across fields. There was no other sound just like it in the world!
The next act was physical motion and response of the girl's body. A proper cut brought the girl's mid-section and hips bouncing up off the desk, far enough momentarily to pass a textbook under the girl. At the same time, her feet would leave the floor completely, the legs sometimes nearly bending double at the knees.
There followed then yet another sound. This sound came from the girl's throat and was the supreme act in the play. The delightful thing about this was that no two girls sounded exactly alike! The sound was a yelp, or moan, or gasp, or squeal, or shriek, or scream, or gurgle, or whine. Or a lovely "oww." If the caning or whipping were long enough, a girl would probably use every one of these sounds during the course of things. Yet, like fingerprints, no two females ever sounded exactly alike. That was the beauty of it all. Within a few weeks Miss Shaw could be blindfolded in her classroom with someone else caning her students, and she would know exactly the girl who was receiving the strokes.
Even now, the play was not yet over. One act remained, and it was visual. For now the cane mark would color from pink to purple, and the welt would raise for all to see. And then the play would begin again.
Miss Shaw knew how to whip females. Not only because she was most experienced but also because she herself was a female. Since the beginning of man, through Rome and the Middle Ages to nineteenth century England, females were used most often to whip other females for it was a fact of nature that they simply did a better job of it. Men failed when whipping girls, for their quick sexual arousal and impatience led to hurried, frenzied and oft-misdirected blows. Women, on the other hand, were aroused at a slower pace and had the patience to enjoy a long, slow whipping of their victim. A man could not whip a beautiful girl for long, it seemed. Another female could whip her for hours upon hours if necessary, pacing her sexual pleasure to peak whenever she desired.
Miss Shaw was the first to admit that her first few canings of pretty young students, during her very first days of tenure at Avondale, were indeed given with some frenzy and haste. But after all, Miss Shaw was a sensual young woman, and her first experience of whipping nude bottoms of girls was bound to be rather emotional at first. However, within a short time, she learned to pace the cane strokes. Her usual method was to count to ten under her breath, very slowly, between each cut. This made each stroke a significant and singular punishment for the recipient, rather than a flurry of blows which felt like just a constant and unseparated hurt. If girls need be hurt, which they did, then do it properly so their hurt is greater, learned Miss Shaw. Besides, like a fine old wine, whipping a young girl should be savored by the wielder of the cane or whip. It should not be hurried or gulped. It should be enjoyed to the fullest. More importantly to Miss Shaw, it was much more exciting to have her sexual emotions aroused slowly and steadily. As the year proceeded there would be times when some of the girls would need special whippings for falling behind the others in studies. These were given in a private room and Miss Shaw would then take off her own clothes as well. Miss Shaw could make twenty lashes last for half an hour if she desired. After the punishment, what went on in the special room was between Miss Shaw and the student, and Miss Shaw had a very delightful way of having the young girls show their gratitude for such a beneficial whipping!
After Puff had received her caning the others took their turns. It was every bit as thrilling and exciting as they had hoped it would be! Not that the cane didn't hurt. It hurt terribly. But it was worth it, for when a girl was finished she could return to her seat and watch the next girl receive her cuts. Above all, the lovely sight of one precious sex-entrance after another, so beautifully exposed, was breathtaking. Mona had received her four cuts nicely, giving out a most satisfying "owwww" each time. Young Wendy had received but one, for she had done well on her papers. Wendy was the smallest of all the girls and the cane brought her fully a foot into the air before she plopped back down onto the desk, yet she felt rather disappointed that she had earned only one cut. When it was over, the girls left classes for the day, most of them breathing quite hard. Alone in her room, Miss Shaw opened her blouse and her hands went to her lovely breasts. The nipples were erect, and they had been since Puff's second cane cut. They had remained so during all the rest of the girls, perfectly obvious through her blouse. The students had noticed.
After study classes the girls went to gym. Staff Cynthia believed in fitness and was an excellent teacher of exercise and gymnastics. Further she believed in teaching by example and she went through the same rigorous exercises on the parallel bars, rings, trampoline and mats as her students did. As a result, Cynthia's body was exquisitely beautiful, firm, and strong. Her legs glowed with strong fiber, her waist remained tiny, and her breasts were as firm and tight as a teen, though she was twenty-six. As a gym teacher, Cynthia also believed that girls should exercise naked without the restriction and binding of clothes. It was not that Cynthia took pleasure from seeing the girls nude. She just was most serious about her work, and there was really just one way to exercise properly. She too wore nothing during gym. She was a dedicated teacher, and allowed no foolishness during her class among the girls. There was definitely no kissing or fondling or playing allowed. The girls had their beds to do that in.
The girls obeyed Staff Cynthia's rules of course and did not attempt to get playful or sexy with each other. After all, gym class was only an hour! It was no good saying that they didn't enjoy naked gym classes however. It seemed so very beautiful to see all the girls swinging and jumping and doing sit-ups. It was all so . . . very natural and earthy that girls should exercise in the nude with no thought or concern over bare breasts or widespread legs. And Staff Cynthia had no way of stopping the girls from gazing lustfully at her own body as she went through the same exercises. Why did they look at her so? she often thought to herself. The breasts and cunny of a twenty-six year old certainly weren't that much different than their own. No explaining the ways of young girls, she mused.
Wrestling was the best, because despite Staff Cynthia's rules about foolishness, there was no way that girls could be kept apart while wrestling! As long as Cynthia could rationalize the contact as normal it was permissible. She had no rules against the girls grabbing each other's breasts during wrestling. In Cynthia's eyes it was normal for girls to do so. After all, the breasts were there to hold or grab a girl by. It would be rather foolish to make a point of not touching a girl's breasts. It would be like ruling that they could not touch an arm or a leg.
After gym, the girls bathed in the deep baths at the far end of the room.
There were two large baths, quite wide and deep. Only one was used, however, this year for the other could easily hold all ten splashing moppets, plus Cynthia. Cynthia allowed no foolishness in the bath, either, but it was permissible for the girls to soap each other. It was much easier than trying to soap yourself all over. Do a good job of soaping, she told them, but don't get kittenish' or sexy. Thus said, Staff Cynthia began soaping the underarms and wet breasts of the girl near her, and her bottom and between her legs, while two of the others began soaping her as well, all over. She tried to make nothing of the young hands which spread the soap over and over on her breasts and arms, nor that other hand which was making a full lather of foamy soap in the silken hair of her sex. She saw nothing wrong in that. A girl has to keep herself clean. The fact that her nipples stood straight up in erectness was also normal, she reasoned. Any females would when rubbed with warm soap by another girl's hands. Nothing sexy about it particularly.
The girls hurried from the bath to towel and get on to their walk about the grounds before supper, once again pleasantly bound in various ways they hoped! Staff Cynthia remained in the warm lovely water for yet a while longer, alone now in the gym. The door had hardly closed behind the last of the departing girls when her hands grasped the side of the bath. Her head fell back helplessly. The moan of her orgasm was unheard in the silent gym.
Chapter Three
It was said that rings were put into the nipples of females first by the Babylonians. And it is known that Romans so ringed their slave girls throughout their reign. Under Caesar it was recorded that as many as ten thousand of the earth's females felt the weight of rings. . . .
It not mattered that it was the nineteenth century, or the twelfth, or the first. Females were intended to wear the rings by the simple design of the sprouts on the tips of the breast. Unlike males, a female nipple was beautifully long, thick and most pliable. Could there be any doubt concerning the purpose of such things? . . .
Rings were not inserted to punish a female. They were put there to make easy her binding to posts and leads. They also stood for slavery, for a woman with rings undoubtedly knew her status in life. The rings shouted it out. It is the most unique and honored position a female can attain. A true slave. . ..
In later times, even until today, some females were, and are, still ringed voluntarily, for although legal slavery was abolished, many females prefer the sexual Utopia of being a slave by their own choosing. Today's woman differs little from her ancient sisters in Babylonia, for her emotions are the same, and her fantasy to be a slave has not diminished. Nor has her desire to experience the physical and mental euphoria of nipple-rings waned! It is said, in truth, that a true woman has felt the weight of the rings at least once in her life. If she has not, she is still a virgin though she may have lain with men. . . .
Passages from The True Woman by R. Montais, Paris, France, 1894
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There was no training school in England, nor in all of Europe, that did not require rings in the nipples of its girls. It was not done discreetly or hidden from the world. Every soul, from the seaman in the smoky pub to the highest figure in government knew that girls were ringed. It was no different than clothing, or feeding, or caning, trainable young ladies. Young girls, in fact all females, should definitely be ringed sooner or later, by all means. How else could they be properly trained? Certainly didn't hurt a girl to carry rings around for a time, or for that matter, forever. After all, they wore earrings all of their lives. What difference if in the nipples?
Avondale girls were ringed on the third Saturday by long established custom. Parents could not attend this ceremony by tradition even though they could possibly attend any other activity at the school. It was not that Avondale feared that the girls' parents might be a bit squeamish at seeing their daughter's nipples pierced and filled with silver rings. Not at all. They saw much worse in the "special room" in the basement if they were so fortunate to visit at the right time. It was, of course, because the ceremony and the emotional meaning of the rings to a young girl was far too valuable and precious to be disturbed by guests, outsiders or even parents. It was the ultimate experience in a girl's life, to be shared physically and emotionally with the staff of Avondale, and with her sister trainees especially. For each of the students, having shared bed and love, would fully know the feelings of each other when the rings were inserted. It would be an experience that would not be forgotten throughout life, and so close did the ringing bring each girl to the other, they would never forget each other, though they never possibly saw one another ever again after graduation.
Avondale girls would wear the rings constantly until graduation day. They were never to remove the rings themselves. Only staff could do so for such things as wrestling or breast and nipple punishment. They were to be left in even for love-making and would not pose a serious problem even then. After graduation, the girls could wear them for a day or for life if they wished.
Avondale prided itself in many areas. It was the elite of all the girls' schools in England; its young graduates the finest trained young women possible. Thus more was expected of Avondale girls. While many girls' schools stayed with the cane throughout the year, Avondale changed to the whip after Christmas vacation. How could a young lady call herself a woman if she were only caned like naughty schoolgirls were? The whip made a girl into a woman. It made her feel like a woman, and thus, she was a woman! Likewise, any girls' school ringed their young ladies. That was expected and normal. But most used only the usual slim rings of narrow silver, no wider or larger than earrings. Avondale girls were too elite for such childish things! They should accept, with joy, the special and unique rings of Avondale, patterned after Roman rings of old.
The rings were quite large and weighty, it was true, nearly bracelet-size in width and pencil-size in thickness, but then, were today's girls any less female, or proud, than slave girls of old Rome? Most certainly not! Avondale had not had a girl yet whose nipples could not hold the large rings. Not in a century of existence. To be sure, some of the very young ones with smallish nipples found that the rings nearly filled them completely. But they knew with pride that they were now indeed women. Besides, nipples healed nicely after graduation. Even the largest of holes would soon close quickly. Thus even the youngest and smallest of the girls would not dream of humiliating herself by complaining about the large rings! She would accept the same size rings as the girl with the biggest nipples. After all, it was not the ring's fault that her nipples might be smaller than others. It would be most impractical and foolish to make rings for various size nipples it seemed!
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On the evening of the third Saturday, Avondale was lit only by candle. The gas lamps had been extinguished after supper. Most of the girls had left their food on their plates in excitement.
The hallways and library were illuminated only by a single candle and the building seemed empty. Nowhere was heard the chatter and laughter of the happy girls, nor was there heard the delightful clinking of female ankle chains as one of the girls walked down a hallway. There was, in fact, no one to be seen. Next to the library, and entered only through a massive oaken door with the Avondale crest painted in silver upon it, was a deeply carpeted room of great elegance and austerity. Even the walls were hung with tapestries of great value. The room held no furniture or chairs, but only a single polished table made of elmwood.
All of the present tenants of Avondale were in this room. Miss Greene was there of course, as were all of staff: Miss Shaw, Nurse Patsy, Staffs Cynthia, Molly and Sharon. All were dressed formally in most lovely gowns of taffeta and silk, and they were silent and very reverent. In addition to these six women, the ten girls were also in the silent room. Candelabra in each of the four corners cast flickering light on their naked bodies.
The ten girls formed a circle in the center of the room. Their arms were spread high above their heads and cords fastened their thumbs to heavy rings in the ceiling from which the entire weight of the girls hung. Each girl's thumbs were corded to the thumbs of the two girls on either side, and a single rope ran from the joined thumbs to the ceiling rings. Thus, each girl shared total thumb-suspension with her adjoining sister, hanging by joined thumbs. The legs of the girls were above the floor, spread wide, and tied at the ankle also to the ankle of the girl on either side. A rope circled the waist of each girl as well, and continued, from a knot, down between her legs where it had been pulled taut, fully up into her sex, and rejoined the waist circle again in the rear. From there the rope went on to the next girl, for the rope was one continuous strand linking all of the girls. It was indeed a perfect circle of shared bondage, each exactly the same as the others. More significantly, they shared the same cords. The girls had shared the bondage for well over three hours before the ceremony was to begin. No one had spoken, or made a single sound, for the reverence of the evening was most deeply impressed upon them. So they hung, naked and silent and joined, thinking their own thoughts of anticipation.
Yet, there were still three other females in the room. They stood together in the dim half-light of one corner. One was Negroid, one Asian, the other Caucasian. All were very beautiful, and they wore identical robes of white silk which were slit to reveal one leg from waist to ankle. The bodices of the gowns were mere shoulder straps of thin white, silk which just made a token effort of covering the exact centers of their full breasts. The three walked now to within the circle of the hanging girls, their very movements enough to allow their lovely breasts to glide from side to side, exposing the mature nipples completely with each step the women took.
The girls stared in fascination. Never had they seen three such beautiful females! The Caucasian, a glorious blonde whose hair hung below her bottom cheeks in perfect tresses down her back, spoke with a hauntingly wonderful voice which was near musical in its tones.
"We three represent all of the females of the world, both present and past. Our skins reflect all females, in all lands. The white-of Europe and the Americas. The dark-of Africa and the tropical islands of earth. The yellow-of Asia. Thus all of your sisters, down through history, are seen in us and through us. We share with you the sisterhood of all females of all time. We are of your blood.
"You, who wait before us in your bondage, are at the mysterious valley found in the journey of all females. Yesterday you were but children, and tomorrow you will be women. Today, you are neither. You are not girl, nor woman, yet you are both. You feel the emotions of a child as yet on certain occasions. At other times you feel the emotions of woman. You laugh and play as children one moment; the next, you share each other's bed and bodies and utter the sounds of women. You are a delightful puzzle. There are no others just like you in all the world. It is the most beautiful age of all for females, yet your minds and bodies desire to leave the child behind and to quest eagerly for womanhood. We three, the symbol of all females, and your sister, will help you along this journey. For we have made this journey ourselves. We know its pleasures and joys, and upon this evening of all evenings, it is we who shall help you to become women. In us, all of the females of past and present send to you their love and concern for your joy. For only another female, who shares the same emotion, can help you to begin your journey. It is we, who are the world's women, that shall put the rings in your bodies."
The ten students watched spellbound as the blonde female pulled aside her gown straps, then did the same to the straps of the other two beside her.
"You see before you the nipples of we three. All have felt the weight of rings but a few years ago, in our former lands, as have the nipples of thousands of women before us since time began. As you see, our nipples are large and long and healthy. The rings only helped them to be more so. It is only proper that a female who has herself felt the rings, be chosen to put them in other females.
"You hang before us in bondage. This is also most proper, for bondage is the ultimate experience of the female, and no female is too young to feel the pleasure of rope on her limbs. You are also bound together for good reason. There are few things greater between females than to share the same ropes or chains. Not even coupling in love. It builds a sisterhood between them which is intensely beautiful. Thus your thumbs are joined in discomfort and a single rope which runs through your sex links all of you. What greater pleasure than to know that the cord which you feel between your legs runs also between the legs of your sisters, joining your precious sex together? Since the world began, men have put females in bondage believing it to be punishment and degradation. But men do not know the secret of females . . . that females receive pleasure from rope and chain. Look about you at each other. Even the youngest of you has nipples erect from her bondage! Soon, the feel of the lash will also erect your nipples.
"Before you accept the rings, we who are the females of the world, shall give you part of ourselves to make us one. Then we shall bring a message of love from all females everywhere who honor your decision to accept the rings. Now, accept part of us through our milk which contains the cells of generations of African, Asian and European females. Thus your bodies will contain part of all the world's races."
Each of the three let their gowns fall to their hips. Starting with the blonde-haired one, and followed by the other two, each began at the same bound girl and briefly inserted a nipple into the waiting mouth. When the girl had drawn milk from each of the three, they moved on to the next. When the circle was completed the three women drew their gowns. Now, in turn, each of the three knelt before each girl, softly and lovingly placing a kiss upon the sex of each bringing an expression of love from all females everywhere.
Upon the polished table were the rings. There were ten sets of shiny silver circles, each ring bearing a flat tab at the bottom upon which was inscribed the name of the girl for whom it was intended. The fair-haired woman selected one pair of rings; the other two women picked up pointed metal dowels.
Each chose a nipple of the intended girl and, as one, pushed the points through, cleanly and effortlessly. The remaining woman inserted the rings and the girl's nipples bent downwards ever so slightly from the newly added weight. The girl, Jane, had not uttered a sound of pain. Nor would any of the rest shame themselves by making a noise during such an erotic and beautiful ceremony. Indeed, as each was ringed, they continued to stare at their new body-parts, fascinated by the sight and strange new feeling, their emotions at the peak of intensity. When it was finished, the candles glistened on the twenty shiny rings. The three women had left, as had all of Avondale's staff. The girls were left alone to hang in bondage and reflect upon the fantastic experience they were involved in. Still, no one spoke. Words could not be said, and would not be, until much later.
Never had nipples been so erect as now in the candlelit room. The ropes between the young legs became wet. But that was not surprising.
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Lady M. Phillips
October 8, 1872
Cumberland House
Cornwall
Dearest and Respected Mother:
Mona has chided me for not writing sooner, but we simply are so terrible busy with our lessons and all. We miss you dreadfully, but we know you are so pleased that we are so happy!
Dear mother, I would give anything if you had been able to see the ring ceremony! It was utterly everything I dreamed about! You must know, having gone through it yourself, how very beautiful it was! Mother, there is no feeling in the world like the feel of the rings in my nipples. I know I'm but thirteen, but I feel ever so much a woman now. I shall never, never, never take the rings out, I'm sure. I have been ringed for ten days now and they feel just part of me. My nips are" just erect all the time it seems. A girl becomes so very aware of her nips. If I do think about something else for a moment, the rings become caught in my blouse or something and Cor! I'm very aware of my nipples again! I'm sure you know what I'm talking about! Gym class is simply smashing as you could guess. Ten of us naked things, just jumping and swinging and doing exercises with all those rings just bouncing and flashing everywhere you look. Girls are just smashing with rings! The holes in our nipples are larger than the rings of course, so when we walk or run, the rings swing and flutter ever so prettily. Was it that way when you were here? I'll be so anxious to have you see our rings at Christmas vacation, or when you visit. Miss Greene says that I'm one of the smallest girls to wear rings. There really isn't much of a nipple left, mother. It's just stuffed with ring, really! I'm so proud and I know you will be so proud of me. I never even squeaked when they pierced them!
I've gained three pounds! Growing up I am. But it's because of the breast-milk we get. So good for a girl! I adore it. It's ever so sexy to nurse a woman. I simply can't get enough.
Now, dearest mother, I must get to the real part of my letter! You simply won't believe it!
We were ringed on a Saturday as you know. The very next day we had our first experience with boys! Yes! None of us had ever had a boy before, I'm sure. Well, our sex classes with boys start next week on Monday. There is a boys' school not far from here and they are so helpful, I understand. Anyway, Miss Greene says that a girl's first sex with boys should be something to remember. After all, we do have to marry them, I guess, so might as well get used to them. Miss Greene says that a girl's first experience should be getting raped, rather than just giving yourself. Well, as usual she was right. It was smashing, Cor!
Sunday morning before Sunday School class, Staffs Sharon and Molly came in with little razors. Told us all to shave ourselves right proper between our legs, down to the bare. Said when boys raped us they liked to pretend that we were little girls. Much more exciting for them really, I understand. The whole thing is kind of a game you see. Anyway, we all shaved, laughing and carrying on so while we were doing it. Crikey, you should have seen us, mother! All looked like right little urchins when we were all bare down there. Come to think of it, though, it was rather sexy at that. Some of the girls say that they are going to keep shaven. They say it's ever so nice when you make love to a girl in bed, I mean with no hair and all to get in your mouth. They're right, mother, it was ever so nice all week with my bedmates. Guess I'll keep mine shaven, too, if you don't mind. Well, on to my story! To play the game even better we all had to put on our best Sunday School clothes. Smart little frocks and stockings and such. Had to put our hair in pigtails too to make us look like little girls. Even hair ribbons! We all looked so dainty. Honestly, I felt much younger than my years.
After Sunday School we all had to walk through the woods. There's ever so many different paths and each of us went off on our own. Of course the boys were hiding in there waiting for us! Would you believe that four of them came whooping out of a bush at me? Such a do! We were told by staff to just put up an awful fight. Makes it a lot more fun for the boys.
Well, of course I simply fought and bit and scratched ever so much! Couldn't get away of course. They tore off my frock and stockings, and spanked me and made me beg to be let go! Oh, I put on a good show, I did. Simply begged and pleaded and cried real tears. Right proper actress, I am! Well, mother, two of them held me down on the ground and then one boy put himself in me! Right in my sex. Crikey! Never felt such a thing before! Kind of hurt at first but the boys said that a girl has to be opened up first and that it would feel nice after a bit. Oh. They were right. Felt smashing! Honestly, mother, you never told me a girl could get every bit of a boy in her. It is frightfully long, you know. Well, of course I found that it did all go in. Then, after the boy just seemed to plunge away for ever so long, all kinds of funny stuff simply just came pouring out and right into me would you believe! Then the other three all took their turns and did the same thing. Golly, they just simply filled me with all that messy stuff. Guess boys can't help it, though. Well, I must admit... it was exciting and felt very, very nice. Mother, the second and third boys made me climax! Didn't know boys could make girls have orgasms, but of course I do now.
Thought they were finished, but then ... oh, mother I must tell you what they did! Held me right down on my face on the grass and they started in again they did! But this time . . . blimey . . . they put themselves in my other entrance! No one ever told me that boys fit in there. But of course they do, and it was most delightful indeed. They were a right bunch of scallywags, they were! Ever so naughty it seemed to me. Anyway, dearest mother, they still weren't finished with Wendy. They tied my hands behind me and said that they'd whip me with a switch and pull my nipple-rings out if I didn't use my mouth on them. Well, I didn't mind if they switched my bottom, but I wasn't about to let them pull my rings out, crikey! They told me how to do it properly, and I promised I would if they didn't spurt that stuff in my mouth. They said they wouldn't, but of course they just fibbed about it. Boys! Proper mouthful I got from each one of them! Didn't taste all that bad though. It was all very exciting and we girls just talked about our experiences half the night. So, dear mother, your precious daughter Wendy (and Mona. too) got herself properly raped, she did! Well, to be honest, I guess boys are fun at that. Most of us just can't wait til our sex classes start soon. Some of the boys are right cute.
Christmas vacation won't be too far off, mother. Mona and I have been talking about bringing a girl or two home with us for the holidays. Would that be all right, then? The four of us girls could all sleep in the extra bed next to the one you and Sylvia sleep in. Imagine what a do that would be with the four of us all making right proper love in our bed and you and Sylvia going at it in your bed! I'm sure none of us would get any sleep. Imagine all the noise and squeals! Wake the cat up it would! May we invite our friends?
Starting last night, Miss Greene started something new. Ever so cute! At exactly ten o'clock, just before lights go out, each pair of bedmates has to take turns spanking each other over the lap. 'Course it's rather mild after the cane each day in Miss Shaw's classroom, but it is fun. It's so much more personal to spank a girl by hand than with a cane, I imagine, and ever so sexy. Peggy and I did it last night and it was most arousing!
Must close now, darling mother. Miss Greene has asked me to convey to you an invitation to visit Avondale on October 21. I do hope you can come, mother. Mona and I will be so glad to see you. By the way, October 21 is a Monday and we have sex classes with boys on Mondays. Would you enjoy seeing that? After our raping, the first classes will be on October 14 now. We really were most inexperienced during our rape in the woods of course, and Miss Greene says that we need at least ten weeks of Monday sex lessons and practice. Nurse Patsy will teach us in the gym with boys from the boys' school coming over. So your visit would be during our second lesson. That would be smashing, mother, because we'd be a little more experienced then, anyway, when you came. Miss Greene says that she owes you two visits! What does she mean by that?
All our deepest love, Wendy (and Mona)
Chapter Four
Miss Greene was in the habit of taking a mid-afternoon walk about her facilities. She could, of course, take the daily stroll at any time of day but her choice of time was not at random. It was most pleasant to pass by the classroom shortly after three to make sure that Miss Shaw's room was in order and that proper paper and school supplies were on hand. The fact that at this time Miss Shaw would be caning some very delightfully young bottoms made Miss Greene's appearance in the room more than coincidence, naturally.
Miss Greene never tired of the cane, but then who would tire of fine wine either? A caning was delightful. It was exquisite to watch. It was one of the world's fine pleasures. Miss Greene never ceased to marvel, even after her six years at Avondale, that females could accept punishment so nicely. Certainly boys could not take the cane as girls did! Girls just obviously seemed to have been born to accept punishment. Girls and boys were simply different throughout life. Men fought wars, labored for salary, and built cities. Women gave birth, kept house, and accepted punishment nicely; in fact, eagerly. And so Miss Greene took just long enough checking out the books and pencils to see at least two students caned.
As Miss Greene left the classroom and walked to her office, she marveled also at the ability of even the youngest of girls to accept the cane. She had just witnessed the caning of Samantha and Carol. Carol was several months over sixteen, while Samantha* was but thirteen. Yet the latter had taken the same four cuts with no difference in squeals or facial expression. There was of course an age that was too young for the cane, but obviously, thirteen was not that age. It was now October, Miss Greene reminded herself, and most proper to begin the whip-training of the girls.
The cane and the whip were different. In fact they were not alike at all. It was like comparing a fox to a fish. There was simply no connection between them. The cane was thicker and not nearly as pliable. It delivered more severe punishment than the whip, and made welts, while the whip made streaks. Thus it was used more sparingly. Certainly a dozen cuts of the cane was the maximum for even the severest penalty, and even that amount was seldom seen. The cane was used for correction or punishment in classrooms and was used for a specific number of strokes. One always told the recipient exactly how many strokes were going to be applied. Finally, of course, the cane was used only on the bottom cheeks, with the recipient bent nicely over a desk, or horse-stool, or holding her ankles.
The whip was thinner, with its lash loose and pliable. It was not as severe as the cane in the marks it left and thus could be used longer on a girl. Much longer indeed. A caning was but a minute or two, but a whipping could go on for a very long time, perhaps for hours in the case of adult women. When one whipped a female there was not a specific number of lashes to be given, such as a caning. One whipped a female until one felt she was well-whipped. Naturally the decision as to when a girl was well-whipped varied from whipper to whip-per, and some felt that such a point could not be reached. Unlike caning, the whip was not used for correction or punishment. One whipped a female simply because she was a female. There had to be no reason or purpose. Females were a singular lot. You kissed them, you respected them, you adored them, and you whipped them. It was really most simple.
Thus a female who hung in bondage, awaiting the whip, simply didn't know how many times the whip would taste her body. That was the delight of it all. And she knew that she would indeed be whipped until her whipper decided that it was sufficient; or perhaps tired of the sport. Too, the whip differed from the cane in that it was not only applied to a female's bottom, but to many other parts of her body as well. The province of the whip was from neck to feet with nothing avoided in between. It was thus more sophisticated and mature than the cane. No matter what the age of a female might be, young or old, she was still but a little girl if she had only felt the cane. But when she tasted the whip . . . then, and only then, was she a woman. Indeed, the youngest of moppets could rightfully call herself a woman if she had met the whip . . . and of course, had felt the rings in her nipples. Without the whip, and the rings, a girl was not yet a woman. It took both.
A cane could properly be delivered by both male and female teachers in the classroom, though a female did it better. But the whip was a female tool, and down through centuries, females were used to whip females for the sensible reason that only another female could properly know just where to lash another female's body to bring the best results. "It takes one to know one," was a most intelligent axiom.
There were yet further differences between the cane and the whip. The position a female assumed for the cane was most pleasant to be sure. But the whip ... it was classical! Hung, full-length, by wrists or thumbs, was one of the world's great visions. There was the Great Wall of China and the pyramids of Egypt and the Taj Mahal. And there was a female in arms-upraised glory! All were classical scenes of great beauty. No other positioning of a female body revealed so beautifully the perfect curves and lines. But still there was a nakedness beyond nakedness. If perchance the female had, been shaven between her legs, then she was, in truth, totally naked. And totally female. Nothing was secreted from view. She was as naked as a female could be.
Finally, the whip was sexual. To be sure, the cane provided arousal to all involved. But the whip was erotic. In fact, the whip was the ultimate eroticism. It was beyond rape.
At even the youngest ages, females would find three sexual pleasures from the whip. Some sooner than others, but eventually all. It could not be helped. There was no definite order of the three pleasures. They would come in mixed arrangement depending on the female. Assuredly, a female would receive sexual release from being whipped herself. It was just a matter of time, and would be quickened if she were whipped in front of other females who she saw were being aroused from her whipping! Secondly, the female would achieve sexual release from being granted the pleasure of whipping another pretty female. Few things were more stimulating to a female than to whip another. The whip in her hand, the sound of her blows, the moan of her victim, was as sexual as a man's organ or a woman's tongue in her body. Finally, and the most sophisticated of all, a female would eventually achieve orgasm from watching a female whipped. Participation was not needed. It need only to be seen!
The whipping schedule was posted by Miss Greene on a Sunday evening and of course caused great discussion and speculation among the girls that night. One girl each evening would be whipped as posted on the schedule. It meant, quite clearly, that since there were ten girls each would be whipped every eleventh day. The schedule, in the library, also assigned three other girls to witness the whipping each night, cleverly worked out so that each girl would have the pleasure of watching each of the others whipped eventually. Also posted on the schedule was the assigned staff member to give the whipping. Nights were to be alternated by Staffs Sharon, Molly, Cynthia and Nurse Patsy. Miss Shaw lived in the village rather than at the school like the rest of the staff, so she was excused from these duties. Besides, she took her pleasures from the cane each day. The whippings were scheduled for eight sharp, at which time, the assigned recipient and the three witnesses should appear in the whipping suite on the second floor. They should come together of course, and all totally naked, with the three friends leading the recipient by leads attached to her nipple-rings and her wrists bound behind her. Miss Greene thought it was a lovely touch, and most proper, that a girl should be led to her whipping by her own friends. How sweet it would be for the girls to tie their friend's hands behind her in her room and then lead her through the building by her nipples! How very girlish and pretty!
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At Avondale a whipping was a special stepping-stone on a girl's journey to womanhood. Indeed, the event was most significant, no matter the times it had been repeated. Thus, the whipping suite on the second floor was fitted most beautifully for the occasion. The room contained no chairs or sofas or furniture of any kind, but the floor was exquisitely laid with soft beige carpeting from Scandinavia. The west wall was a complete window which looked out upon the gardens and fish ponds. Should any person be in the gardens, and of course outsiders weren't allowed to be, he or she could view with perfect clarity the beautiful sight of a nude girl being whipped. From the ceiling of the room hung a pulley, in the exact center, fitted with two pairs of leather bands; one set for wrists, the other for thumbs if desired. The pulley rope ran to one wall, then down to a hand-winch which could raise a girl to any height above the floor desired. In truth, however, there was only one proper method to correctly hang a girl for the whip, and it had been known for centuries. One hoisted a female completely from the floor, then lowered her slowly until the tips of her toes just grazed the surface occasionally. In this manner her weight was still fully upon her wrists or thumbs, yet the occasional brief grazing of her toe-tips on the surface, as she swung from the lashes, made her torment more exquisite as her toes begged for purchase to relieve her aching arms.
It was the three walls without windows, however, that were the supreme effort of tasteful emotion. They had been decorated many years ago by a thoughtful and clever headmistress. Each wall was adorned with the ultimate in feminine symbols from many lands to make the room and the experience of the whipped, totally and utterly female! Many intimate clothes worn by females the world over were displayed. Garters from dancehall girls of Paris, white tights of ballerinas, pantalettes of American girls, high-heeled shoes of Spanish streetwalkers, chastity belts from Germany, tiny gauze stringlets worn to cover the sex of Arabian dancing girls, and petticoats of very young girls. On one wall, a glass case displayed over a hundred types of nipple-rings, from ancient times to present, from the tiny gold rings of the Chinese dynasties, to the huge head-size rings put into the nipples of African jungle captives in the Congo basin region. Between the many clothes and garments hung perhaps twenty varieties of whips from many lands. The whips were used still, in this room at Avondale! A dozen types of branding irons hung on the walls next to the intimate garments.
On the longer east wall hung two magnificent oil paintings by an unknown artist of history. The name of the artist was not upon the paintings but it was unquestionably a female. No male could paint the emotion and feelings divulged in the scenes. One, done in blues and browns, portrayed a half-nude Turkish girl being lashed at a post by a heavily veiled woman. The other, in whites and pastels, portrayed a blonde Norse goddess alone in a dungeon in chains, the mark of a branding iron fresh on both breasts and a look of pride, courage and resolution upon her face. The meaning was most clear. Men had not made her beg for mercy!
Thus, in the unique and beautiful room, a girl about to be whipped could look about her at the intimate and utterly feminine apparel interspersed with the whip and the brand and the rings. The garments portrayed beauty and the ultimate in softness, the latter portrayed the steel-strength of the same females who wore such dainty things. Too, a waiting girl could draw courage and love from the items upon the wall, for they all had touched the skin of females, somewhere in history. The ghosts of these long-forgotten females echoed a whisper to a present girl who neared the whip in the room: "We have felt the whip and the iron and the rings before you, and we were made more beautiful in our minds because of them. Carry on now our journey, and if the pain is great, look upon our symbols, and know that you are not alone. Our love for you is great."
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"Cor, will you hold still, Mona! You're such a wriggle, y'are!" exclaimed Jane. "How can a girl tie your hands properly when you squirm so?"
"Sorry, luv," said Mona. "I'm just in a tizzy, I am, being the first girl to be whipped 'n all."
Jane pulled the cords full-tight into the flesh of Mona's wrists, then with another length, drew her elbows together and bound them with four turns.
"There we are then. Way a girl should be tied," said Jane, proud of her knots. "Amanda and Wendy, fetch her leads. 'Most eight o'clock, 'tis!"
One lead was fastened to each of Mona's nipple-rings quickly, by Wendy and Amanda. Wendy handed her lead to Jane, who shook her head and kissed Wendy on the mouth.
"No, luv, you're her sister 'n all. Only proper you be the one to pull her along to the whipping suite. You 'n' Amanda each take a nipple, and I'll walk beside you then, right you are."
Mona had been thrilled when she found Wendy's name as one of the three to witness her very first whipping. After all, they were very much in love, and sisters simply should just be together anyway! She hoped she would witness Wendy's first turn. Miss Greene naturally had arranged just such a schedule knowing full well what Mona and Wendy meant to each other.
At other schools, girls may just have been ordered to report to a whipping room. But Avon-dale was far too elite for such unemotional things. How erotic it certainly felt for the four girls who now proceeded towards their destination. What could be more beautiful than for a girl's friends and bedmates to bind her and lead her to be whipped? A staff member just wouldn't be the same. Mona felt the full significance of being led to the whip by her loved ones. It was beyond words of joy to especially have her young darling sister lead her to the room, and then to have her watch!
The short journey to the whipping suite was, in itself, thrilling for Mona. She had not before been led by her nipple-rings on a walk, and the sharp, brief little tugs of the leads made the tips stand nicely in response. How very, very female to lead a girl this way, thought Mona.
Staff Cynthia welcomed the four into the room, pleased that they were on time. Mona had seen Cynthia's name on the schedule to whip her when first posted and knew that the slim, but athletically strong, gym teacher would apply the whip well. She remembered Cynthia's beautiful, firm-muscled arms and legs in gym class. "If only Cynthia would show some sexy interest in girls!" mused Mona.
Cynthia played her self-fantasy games with expertise during gym, and the baths, never showing her desires and emotions to the girls. In truth, Cynthia tried not to reveal her desires to herself. It was a delusion that had been with her for years, and she rationalized her emotions well. Most certainly girls should exercise and bathe together nude, she would admit to herself, and it simply wasn't intentional on her part that she became aroused with splashing and soaping with the students. Nor was it her fault that she often climaxed from what those young hands did to her with the soap, or that those young breasts and bottoms felt so lovely when she soaped them. After all, she did have to make sure that the girls were clean. Besides, she did control her orgasm until after the girls had left the bath. She didn't plan certainly on having an orgasm. It was just simply nature and thus permissible, she rationalized.
And, of course, she had to take her turn on the whipping schedule, she admitted. After all, she was staff, and the girls certainly needed whipping the same as they needed food, and studies and gym. She mustn't think of it as sexual by any means, even if at times nature had had its way with her!
Mona had long brown hair and was shaven between her legs. She hung beautifully from the pully, her toes a scant inch from the carpet. Staff Cynthia had chosen to use her thumbs. The three other girls sat upon the carpet in front of Mona as instructed, with nicely spread legs. There was, of course, a reason for such instructions. The whip would hurt, but the pleasant sight before the recipient's eyes would give her pleasant things to think about, and thus make the whipping more beautiful for her.
The whip, taken down from the wall next to pairs of garters, was long and brown and braided. Cynthia took Mona's long hair in her hand tenderly, holding it for a very long time before putting it between the neck and arm and down the front of her. Hair should not cover a back to be whipped. Mona blew Wendy a kiss and the young sister answered in kind, spreading her legs wide apart in an obvious promise of what was to be offered later.
The lash sounded like gun-shot in the closed room, and Mona jerked. A ridge of fire simmered on her creamy back and a scarlet streak rose as if by magic.
"Cor," whispered Wendy to herself.
Mona's mind raced with emotion. The first lash from a real whip had fallen upon her! The very first of her life. Hundreds of others would follow in her life but none would be as meaningful as the first to her. She was not a girl now. She was a woman!
Five more lashes were placed upon her back by Cynthia, then the first across her bottom. The burning hurt was no greater, but the meaning was. Men were also whipped on the back, but the lash across the bottom-cheeks was totally female. Despite the discomfort of the whip Mona suddenly felt proud to be a girl. There was no specific number of lashes in whipping a girl, but Cynthia simply felt that five at each place was sufficient for the first time. Whippings were like gardens. They grew, but grew slowly, and could not be rushed. It was a matter of adapting. By the spring the girls would be whipped very, very long indeed.
It had been the fifth and last lash upon her bottom which had begun the familiar feeling of arousal in Mona. The feeling pleased her, but surprised her. She knew, as did the other girls, that the whip would eventually make her respond. For many girls, it took several months. Certainly it was not going to happen on her very first whipping? Cynthia removed Mona's nipple-rings.
Mona licked her lips. Yes ... it was going to happen! Soon.
Cynthia brought Mona's hair once again back behind her to bare her breasts. The breast lash caused Mona to scream for the first time. The placement of the lash did not surprise her, in fact, she knew it would come. Females were always whipped upon their breasts, no matter how young they were, and she would have been disappointed had she not been lashed there. But the hurt was stunning and momentarily had shocked Mona. She clenched her teeth and looked upon the painting to her right. The Turkish girl had many, many lash marks across her fine breasts. At least a dozen. It gave Mona purpose, and admiration for the girl in the painting; and she did not squeal when Cynthia placed the next three in the same place. Certainly thousands of girls had been whipped on their breasts. Was she any different, she thought? Cynthia placed the last whip stroke directly across both nipples and it made Mona scream again. She, however, was not ashamed to cry out this time. Her sisters of history must have when the lash burned the nipples. They must have!
It was that lash which produced the inevitable. There was no way it could be avoided. It was not wild, or loud, or erotic. Mona simply lay her head straight back, and very calmly, yet very beautifully, had an orgasm.
The climax had parted Mona's thighs and Cynthia brought the whip upwards into her sex. Just once. One did not whip a female there for long. Six or eight at most, perhaps ten for an older girl or woman. Even by spring the Avondale girls would not exceed eight. It was important now only to let the girls feel it there, and only for one reason. To make them keenly aware that they were female beyond all doubt, and because they were, they should know that a female is whipped there as well as on their breasts.
The lash into her sex was so stunning and unexpected and hurtful that Mona did not even scream, or gasp, or make any sound whatsoever. Her pretty mouth simply made a round O for almost a minute before a very girlish "owww-wwww" escaped.
Wendy had not seen the last lash. Nor had she seen the last two breast lashes. The first three across her beautiful sister's thrusting breasts were far more than young Wendy's emotions could accept. When the first had made a strange smacking sound Wendy had grasped Amanda's hand. She had never heard the sound of a whip on breasts, and she could not believe it was so exciting to see a girl whipped there. Especially her own darling sister-lovemate.
"Crikey," she gasped, in words hardly audible, "right on her tits she's getting it." It was much too much. She could not continue sitting up, so she fell back flat on the floor. She was young, so she squealed when she climaxed.
Staff Cynthia let Mona hang, for she was bracing herself against one wall with her hands. She was able to stifle her moan of orgasm, but indeed was not able to prevent the evidence which trickled down her thighs.
The ghosts of the many females who had belonged to the items on the walls smiled. Once again the triumvirate of the whip upon females had been witnessed, as it had been for centuries. It had brought pleasure to the receiver, to the giver, to the voyeur! The scene had been played out completely by females, as it would be again and again and again. A man could bring female release in only one way. The whip three. And a female rejoiced in all three ways, for one was as sensual as another!
Chapter Five
The weather had turned windy and the branches blew outside the room of Puff and Carol, sometimes rasping against the shutters. It was well after ten and the pair had already given each other their required spankings across the lap. They had done it on the covered chair and had made the room resound with the sharp smacking of loving hands. Carol was not herself however and even though she thrust her young bottom up to meet each of Puff's blows, the latter could sense that Carol wasn't her usual bubbly self this night.
"Goodness, luv, whatever is the matter tonight?" Puff .asked, turning towards her bed-mate and pulling down her blankets. "You're just not sexy one bit, it seems, and you're ever so moody. Don't you like to sleep with me, or wasn't my spankin' hard enough to warm you up?"
"Oh, Puff, s'not that at all! You're lovely and you spanked me ever so nicely, but. ..."
"Why, Carol. You're crying, you are! Tell me, darling," said Puff, kissing Carol's salty cheeks.
Carol pouted like a little girl and big tears rolled from her eyes.
"Miss Greene found my room ever so untidy today . . . and . . . and . . . oh, Puff, I don't get my milk for a whole week . . . 'n' I want it. . . it's not fair . . . and. . . ."
"Oh, Carol, stop going on so. Really, you're pouting like a child," laughed Puff. "Tell you what, darling, at breakfast tomorrow I'll just drink one tit empty and put t'other in a jar like we do sometimes to save it for bedtime. Only I'll give it to you tomorrow night, darling."
"Oh, Puff, would you do that for me? Oooh, you're such a love!" squealed Carol. "Oh, I'm gonna give you a right loving you shan't forget!"
"Well, we all love each other and we sure have to do things for each other," said Puff as Carol flew through the air atop her.
Miss Greene seldom took walks about the building after eight, but the next evening it looked very much like a rainstorm building up. On these occasions it became her habit to go about the girls' bedrooms to make sure the shutters were secure against the wind. She found Carol alone in her room, for her scheduled bedmate, Betty, was studying in the library.
Puff had, indeed, that morning, nursed one nipple of her supplier dry at the breakfast table, pulling the warm milk into her hungry throat in steady rich measures which in turn found the woman's hands tangling her hair in pleasure. Puff hand-milked the other breast into a jar for Carol. The result of this act of love by Puff for Carol was most evident now on the latter's face as Miss Greene entered her room. Carol was reading, a glass in her hand, and white cream on her chin!
"Well, young lady?" asked Miss Greene. "I assume that is milk you're drinking. You were denied it for a week as I remember!" "Yes, Miss Greene," said Carol, her face blushing hotly.
Miss Greene lined the ten girls up in the library within minutes.
"I shall never ask a girl to inform on another, ' she lectured. "So, I ask all of you now: who gave Carol the milk? If you do not tell me, all of you will get ten strokes of the cane, here and now!"
The girls gasped. Ten? It was obvious that their headmistress was most upset! Puff strode forward and confessed.
Carol and Puff sat facing each other on kitchen stools. All of the other girls and staff were in attendance. Miss Greene handed each girl the shears. Both began to snip off each other's hair as ordered, their faces pink with shame. As the shears snipped away, the blonde locks of Puff and the auburn of Carol fell to the floor. Quite soon only a crown of short hair remained, and Miss Greene tendered a razor and lather to each girl. It took some time, but eventually each young head was clean and bare. For some of the girls and staff, the punishment was intensely sensual and they felt moist between the legs. Mona, Betty, Jennifer and staff Molly experienced orgasm.
Puff was strung up by her ankles, her legs apart, and Carol measured her double-thonged whip for proper distance. Eight lashes between the legs was most appropriate for such disobedience, and of course, the culprits should give them to each other. The resulting discomfort would eliminate love-making for a night or two, promised Miss Greene.
By now, the girls had become more or less acclimated to whip lashes on their bodies, as most females do with experience. But a female never became acclimated to lashes between the legs, no matter how often applied. It was the most feminine of all punishments and yet the most discomforting!
Thus, while normal use of the whip on her body seldom made Puff cry out, Carol's eight strokes of the double-whip brought a lovely "owwww" from her mouth. As expected by Miss Greene, the lashes made Puff's sex swell up somewhat badly, but after all, disobedience just simply could not be tolerated. Even Puff knew that. Puff next had her turn with Carol and lay the whip on most beautifully, wringing delightful sounds from the girl.
"You both shall go without breast-milk for two weeks," promised Miss Greene. "However, that is not enough to remind you of your disobedience. At breakfast you both shall nurse an empty nipple on milk days, after the other girls have finished with the woman. Your frustration of drawing nothing will most fervently remind you of your deed. Staff Sharon, hang Carol and Puff by their thumbs for the night in their rooms. Release them in time for breakfast and classes."
The next day both Carol and Puff were made to send their shorn tresses home to their mothers by mail, stating that being shaven bald was a most proper punishment for their misdeed.
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None of the girls had seen the "special room" in the basement. But they had heard about it, of course. They knew too that it was done out in pink to make it purely feminine, and they knew that it held many bondage delights! The girls delighted in pretending that they each definitely "knew" what was in the room, and at night in bed they would tell each other tales of what they promised absolutely was in the room. The stories became wilder and wilder and they often caused round and owl-like eyes from a rapt listener. But none knew.
It was on a Tuesday that Miss Greene took them to the "Pink Room" as a group, and the excited girls followed her into the long-awaited, mysterious place. Like the whipping suite, the Pink Room was carpeted and warm. It was most certainly not a dungeon. But unlike the whipping suite, the Pink Room was completely filled with many, many devices and strange pieces of equipment. Almost all floor space, and all wall space, contained something to use on girls.
Many of the students gasped, rather in awe of what they perceived. It was not the obvious purpose of many of the items. It was just that they were so many!
"Yes, girls, you are proper to be surprised," said Miss Greene. "Is it not difficult to imagine that all of these things were built and invented to hurt females? There are things here from all centuries and from all lands. If nothing else at this moment, you know now the role that females must play, as they have played, since Eve. Would it surprise you to learn that most of these items were designed by females? You see, females know best how to hurt other females!"
"All of these things will be used upon you. There is nothing here that your sisters of past history have not tasted. Since you arrived at Avondale you have delighted in walking about in ankle chains and arm ropes and hanging by your little thumbs. But, of course, those things are for little girls. You desire to become women. Thus, you need must feel more stringent bondage, and for longer periods, to be most properly trained. I'm sure you all agree that that is necessary. You will find, on the bulletin board next to the whipping schedule, a new schedule, starting tomorrow. You will each be assigned a night here in the Pink Room, and you will sleep in your bondage. The schedule will continue the full term and you will eventually use all of the items here, as our records are most accurate. You will find, however, one delightful thing about the schedule. You will be paired with another girl, for it is well proven that a girl enjoys bondage and punishment much more fully if another girl shares it with her. Thus two of you each night shall share the exact same bondage, and thus know exactly the feelings of each other, and love each other very much. At Avondale this 'sisterhood' of love and sharing is most important. Come now, and I shall explain each item to you."
The girls listened spellbound as Miss Greene explained the use of each device. It took over an hour, and most of the girls were delightfully aroused by some of the items. It seemed that no part of a female body had been forgotten by the inventors of these things!
When Miss Greene had finished, she rather dramatically drew apart a drapery which covered a huge oil painting on one wall. The picture was so beautiful that the girls drew in their breaths. It was a dungeon scene of Joan of Arc in bondage, done in ravishing colors. It was the scene of Joan being tormented to confess, before her burning at the stake. She hung beautifully naked in a dimly lit cell, a female tormentor nearby, long spikes through her nipples. The female tormentor was turned aside, preparing the branding iron in a brazier, tears dripping from her eyes in admiration and love for Joan. Joan was looking at her female tormentor with eyes of love and understanding for a task that had to be done by the girl. Several of the Avondale girls cried. Never had they seen such a beautiful painting of female emotion.
Thus, the Avondale girls became most familiar with the Pink Room as the schedule was followed, and found delightfully that the items could nicely be used on moppets as well as on full-blown females! The best part of course was the sharing. How utterly gorgeous it was to know that your friend felt the exact same emotions and discomfort! How nice it was for two girls to share the same knowledge of being totally female and having their feminine parts feeling the same bondage in unison! And so terribly sexual, of course. The arousement the girls received certainly could not be so if in bondage alone! Just to look at each other, so exposed, and feeling the same hurt was so sensual! The long nights produced many orgasms, usually intensified by the girls talking to each other about how beautiful each other looked and how the particular device was hurting their intimate female parts. Often the girls would play a game of "dare" where one would push herself against or from her device, thus further punishing the particular body part involved. The other would then follow, in an act of pure love to keep her punishment the same as her friend. It was this beautiful act of sharing which most often wracked screams of climax, perfectly heard upstairs.
Wendy and Mona loved the Pink Room. It made them feel so mature. Mona especially delighted in rather sophisticated devices which brought discomfort to her sex. She liked to look at the other girl's emotions at the same time. Young Wendy's pleasures were of course simpler. Her delight centered in her breasts, and nothing was more exciting to Wendy than to simply be tied to another girl by nipple-rings. To be fastened to each other by their nipples seemed so terribly feminine and mature to Wendy, especially if the other girl was a much older fifteen or sixteen. At thirteen, Wendy felt ever so proud to have the same large rings in her small nipples that the "older" girls had in their "mature" nipples, and she could play "dare" with any of them. When an "older girl" pulled on the cords between their rings Wendy pulled even harder, her pliable nipples stretching to ridiculous lengths.
The best of all for Wendy and Mona was the eventual scheduling together. As the two hung together from a shared beam, and felt the hurt from double nipple-screws attached to each other's nipples, they felt a closeness and love even more beautiful than they had ever known.
"I love you, Wendy. Very much, you know."
"I know, Mona. And I love you. Such a smashing sister you are!"
"Wendy?"
"Yes?"
"Inside of these nipple-screws our nips are touching. The screws have made them ever so long and squeezed, you know. I can feel the ends of yours!"
"I know. Isn't it just marvelous?"
"Do your nips hurt, darling?"
"Course. Ever so much. They're squeezed ever so awful, but guess that's what should be done to nips, bein' girls 'n' all."
"Think Staff Molly will tighten the screws some more, Wendy?"
"Don't know, but I'm sure it's possible."
"S'long as she does it to both of us, darling, I don't care. She can smash 'em flat!"
"Mona, I want to marry you." "Ohh, Wendy, are you proposing?" "Yes!" "I accept."
"Do y'know that pretty soon we girls will be allowed to start caning and whipping each other?"
"In November, I hear tell. Oooh, that means you and I shall do it to each other, sometimes!"
"Let's whip each other ever so hard."
"We'll make each other scream."
"Smashing!"
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There were only two times a year when the mothers were invited to Avondale as a group. One was an open house in October. The other, of course, was on graduation day in the spring. Miss Greene had sent out personal invitations to all the mothers for the open house, which would take place on a Sunday. Lady Phillips' card contained an additional note, however, inviting her to stay over on Monday to see the sex classes. Lady Phillips was most pleased. And very excited. She had often wondered about the pleasure she would receive from watching Mona and Wendy with boys. She had earned it, of course, on the first day. Miss Greene had been very hard to please and it took some doing, to say the least.
Fortunately, the October open house was held on a perfectly lovely day. All of the mothers came, eagerly looking forward to seeing their precious daughters again. Tea was held in the garden instead of inside, so nice was the weather.
"I've arranged for a lovely entrance of your daughters," said Miss Greene, beaming smartly before the assembled ladies. "You have not seen them ringed as yet, so it shall be a proud moment for each of you."
The ladies murmured in appreciation.
"The first young lady is Jennifer Carstone, daughter of Mrs. Matilda Carstone of Kent," announced Miss Greene.
Staff Sharon led Jennifer from an entranceway. The lovely girl was nude of course, her elbows bent and tied back over her head. Sharon pulled her along on twin leads attached to her nipple rings.
"Jennifer is fourteen, and a lovely girl," described Miss Greene in a loud voice so that all could hear. "She takes the whip beautifully, achieves lovely sexual response from whippings, and enjoys severe bondage perfectly. She has done well in her first sex class with boys and enjoyed her raping experience very much. Jennifer was raped by five boys during our exciting adventure in the woods a few weeks ago, as is traditional at Avon-dale. She received the boys in all three places of course, as is customary. She is a delightful lesbian and loved by all the girls."
The mothers clapped heartily and Mrs. Carstone blushed in pride.- "The next two girls are rather special," announced Miss Greene. "They are sisters, a rare treat for Avondale. Wendy is thirteen and Mona is fifteen. They are the daughters of Lady Phillips."
Wendy and Mona were led out by Nurse Patsy, sharing the same leads to their nipple rings. Lady Phillips shivered in pride and love for her daughters. How large the rings looked in Wendy's small nipples! Did the girl have any nipples left at all? Not much, realized Lady Phillips with admiration. Such huge rings these days!
Miss Greene told of the two sisters' great love for each other and how they had actually proposed to each other. The mothers clapped in appreciation when this was announced.
"As you see, the girls chose to keep themselves shaven," said Miss Greene. "Some of our girls do, others do not. Each has her own idea of femininity. Isn't it lovely to see their sex so beautifully as you do today? Wendy's sex is just a younger twin of her sister's, exactly the same, just two years younger. Look between their legs. Isn't it remarkable?"
Lady Phillips was beside herself with pride at Miss Greene's warm description of her daughters.
"We're very proud of both girls," said Miss Greene. "Wendy is the youngest we have ever had at Avondale, yet as you see, she wears her rings well."
After each girl had been announced and shown, they mingled happily with their mothers in the garden, so glad to see them once again. Most just simply bubbled and blurted with all the delightful things they had to tell their proud mothers. Most of all, the mothers fingered the shiny nipple-rings, seemingly enthralled by the sight of the thick metal disappearing into one side of the nipple and out the other. Some of the ladies removed the rings briefly to look at the large clean holes, as did Lady Phillips.
"Your holes are about as big as your nipples, Wendy," smiled Lady Phillips.
"No matter, mother dear," said Wendy proudly, "there's a little bit of nipple left on each side of the ring anyway. That's all that's needed, y'know, just a bit to hold it in. I'm well old enough. I think a girl a year or two younger might have trouble, depending on the girl, of course, but then again not. Thirteen is much old enough for rings."
Lady Phillips put the rings back into Wendy and saw the nipples sag slightly from the weight. Quickly, Wendy's nipples grew erect as usual from the feel of them.
The mothers had a delightful afternoon with their daughters, the sight of the rings and the lovely whip marks on the saucy bottoms bringing back fond memories of their own days at Avondale. If only the rings in our day had been so wonderfully large as these, sighed some of the ladies. And the whip marks are so deep and colorful. They must be making better whips these days!
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"Yes, Lady Phillips," said Miss Greene on the way to the gym, "the classes with the boys are important. Young girls naturally know how to accept the body of boys, but here at Avondale we try to teach them, the various proper and more erotic methods of both giving and receiving the pleasures of sex. An Avondale girl is quite well trained when she graduates."
"Yes, of course," answered Lady Phillips. "I recall my own training, and very excellent it was. Very necessary for the girls, by all means."
The girls were already in the gym with the boys. Mats had been lined up on the floor and the naked boys and girls were playfully wrestling together, laughing and having good sport.
"Here, Lady Phillips," said Miss Greene. "Sit in this chair by Mona and Wendy. It will give you an excellent view, I'm sure."
Wendy and Mona waved happily to their mother, while Miss Greene excused herself to attend to other duties in her office. Nurse Patsy approached Lady Phillips and introduced herself, pointing out that it was her duty to teach the sex classes on Mondays.
"This is our second class, Lady Phillips. I do hope the girls will perform well for you. I do take pride in my students, naturally. Before the class began last week, the girls had one previous experience, as you know. We dress them up as little girls and send them off in the woods where the boys are hiding, and naturally they are raped quite nicely. We feel that rape is best for a girl's first experience, especially if she is virgin."
"Quite right, Nurse Patsy. An excellent custom here. Are there any other activities outside of your Monday classes?"
"Yes, Lady Phillips. Two others, both later in the term in spring. Once, to build stamina, each girl is sent over to the boys' school to spend a night all by herself with the boys. Try to see how many times she can be taken. The school record which is posted in the library is quite remarkable for one night. Young Scottish girl, three years ago. Then the girls have a field trip to London, first week of April. A proper holiday, by train. The school has an arrangement with a hotel in Piccadilly where each girl has a room and sells herself for the weekend like a common streetwalker. They go out in the streets and offer themselves for money. Excellent experience of course. Every young girl should play the whore during her grow-up years, at least once. There is no emotion like selling themselves, for it removes the last of any false prides they may have, and of course they get to keep the money! Proper little whores they are when they return to school."
"Most exciting," answered Lady Phillips.
"Time to start class, boys and girls! Right you are then! Get your partner!" shouted Nurse Patsy, clapping her hands. "Girls, make your boy ready, hop to it then!"
The girls and boys paired off upon the mats and the girls used their mouths to bring their boys to readiness.
"Excellent . . . Amanda, hurry up dear, the others are waiting for you, do it faster . . . that's it! All the boys ready now? Yes? Very good. On your back, girls, regular sex position, legs wide . . . good . . . very well, begin, boys!"
The boys entered the girls most delightfully and began their part, as Nurse Patsy went along the rows of mats inspecting each coupling pair.
"Very well, girls. Get your legs around them proper . . . good . . . come now, act like you love him, put yourself into it, don't let him do all the work, thrust up your hips! . . . excellent . . . good .... Jennifer darling, thrust, that's a good girl, much better . . . Peggy, stop moving from side to side . . . Jane, very, very good indeed! . . Oh, Samantha, have you climaxed already? Do try to hold yourself off, dear, these are lessons, not love-making ... all right girls, now legs straight up, that's the ticket . . . good!"
Lady Phillips was most aroused, as well she should be upon seeing boys enter her daughters for the first time. Wendy and Mona moved and performed quite well.
"Very well, boys and girls," said Nurse Patsy. "Over on your hands and knees, girls! Put your heads down on your hands and spread the bottom . . . that's the good girls then . . . excellent. . . very well, boys into the bottoms you go now! Good . . . all in? Excellent ... go along then . . . Betty, spread your thighs wider . . . that's it . . . Wendy, just relax dear . . . relax. It's only half in . . . that's the girl, there it goes all the way ... good girl Wendy! . . . Good, Mona. . . Puff, stop squealing so much, 'course it feels good . . . Carol, move with him . . . Amanda, stop hurling yourself backwards, he's all in, there's simply no more of him left . . . dear me, Amanda!"
Some of the girls had climaxed, but most tried to hold off. It was, after all, just lessons. Lady Phillips delighted in watching Wendy and Mona accept their boys between the bottom cheeks. Very proud of them, was Lady Phillips!
"Excellent," praised Nurse Patsy. "Much better than last week. Well done for today! Class over!" yelled the instructress. "Very well done, boys! Very well, indeed. All right. . . you may take your girl and come in her now . . . give her a good spurt, do. . . ."
The happy boys returned to their girl partners and emptied themselves into them in one spot or another as they chose. Mona and Wendy, just below Lady Phillips' chair, were nicely filled with emission in their sex. Wendy, smaller than her sister, simply couldn't accept quite all of it and much of it ran out upon the mat. Lady Phillips, of course, was very proud . . . and very wet.
Chapter Six
Everything had a purpose at Avondale. Each part of the training program had been designed over the many years to give girls the fundamental experiences necessary to be excellent young ladies. A program was meticulously followed to provide each young lady with proper usage of her body and mind.
By November, the girls were taking the whip very nicely, as well as accepting the cane with aplomb in the classroom. The initial thrills of the cane and the whip had been replaced in part by a more mature and sophisticated attitude. By now each girl had begun to fully accept the fact that females simply were born to be whipped and caned as part of growing up. It was the same as sewing or cooking or learning arithmetic. In the whipping suite, most of the girls simply talked about lessons or girlish things to her witnesses while the staff woman lashed her. They had simply been properly whipped enough to not make an event out of such a common thing. Of course, as the whipping continued, they eventually stopped talking and succumbed to the natural pleasures of the strokes. Even in Miss Shaw's classroom the daily canings were not such significant events as they once were.
While a girl was being given her cuts many of the others continued to study their lesson books, looking up occasionally to see the red welts were properly rising and that Miss Shaw was applying the necessary force to raise the girl off the desk. This is as it was intended to be at Avondale. Whipping should not be such an event. A girl must finally learn to accept it as natural and commonplace.
There were two times that the staff and students were purposely intermingled, and for good reason. Young girls should indeed learn to become involved with women. Thus, after Christmas holiday, there was "Student Day," where the girls were allowed one day at free reign with staff. Now, in November, there was "Slave Day."
Despite the obvious desires and passions built up in Avondale's staff towards their young charges, it was traditional and firm that the staff women simply did not bed with the students. Not that they didn't wish to, or that the girls didn't yearn to try an "older" woman in the twenties. Many lustful glances had passed between the girls and Miss Shaw, Nurse Patsy and Staffs Molly and Sharon. Staff Cynthia continued to play her game of aloofness.
"Slave Day," however, gave the staff their one opportunity to fulfill their dreams, as did "Student Day" for the young girls later on.
The purpose of Slave Day was twofold, and neither reason was for the benefit of the staff. After all, the purpose of Avondale was for the correct training of the moppets, not for staff pleasures. Firstly, it was important that young girls accepted the fact that they were desirable to older women and that they should not merely partake in sexual activity with girls their own age, once leaving Avondale. A girl of tender age and a mature woman were most delightful together. Secondly, every female needs must experience the delight of actual slavery and submission ... to be owned completely and totally by another person, male or female. Slave Day accomplished both facets.
The auction was held in the library with each girl paired with another to be sold as a pair to a staff member. Thus, each staff member bought one pair of girls, to be theirs for the entire weekend. The staff members paid real money for the girls, sending it by mail to the girls' mothers with a letter informing them that, at least for the weekend, the girls no longer belonged to the mothers, but to them! The mothers were required to reply that the sale had been duly noted and that they indeed recognized that their lovely young daughters no longer were theirs for the days listed. The girls of course actually squirmed in delight for days before the sale. To be actually sold as slaves like our sisters of centuries past! A most thrilling and sensual feeling!
Miss Greene conducted the sale with expertise as she did every year. Nothing pleased her more than to auction off the nymphets in the same manner which slave dealers of ancient times performed. It was well known in history that slave girls of Rome were most often sold by female slave dealers. Indeed, what could be more erotic than one female selling another, after carefully and temptingly pointing out the slave's finer features to the milling crowds?
The five staff members waited anxiously for the sale to begin, all of them already aroused. After all, they had had to look and yearn and lust after these naked bodies since September. How long indeed could a woman keep her hands from them? All had their secret favorites as well. Staff Cynthia continued in her denial of self-interest. After all, she thought, it was necessary for a nymphet to learn about slavery, and she should be sold to a woman and made to submit to and please her mistress. Thus, she reasoned, she must play her role as mistress in order to continue the girls' training. But it certainly wasn't something she herself desired! It was simply necessary, she deluded herself!
The first pair, Samantha and Jane, were led into the library by Miss Greene. Had it not been in the late nineteenth century, in the south of England, it well might have been ancient Rome. The nymphets were beautifully naked, and once again, had been shaven cleanly between the legs similarly to slave girls of old. Their sensual bodies glistened with oil which had been liberally applied in the kitchen, and which made them far more erotic than their tender years would indicate. Their arms were chained behind them with heavy links, and long chainlets attached each girl to the other by their nipple-rings; left nipple to left nipple, and right to right. They were thus the age-old symbol of femalehood, once again repeated. It mattered not that a female was fifteen, or twenty-five, or thirty-five, for age did not matter. They were naked, and oiled, and chained, and ringed, to be sold as nature intended. It mattered not that the youngest of them was thirteen, for when she walked across the library slave block, her thighs rippled nicely and her breasts moved as intended. She may as well have been twenty.
In Roman days, slave girls would have their sex oiled with honey or rose-oil to present an impression of lovely passion while on the block. Samantha and Jane needed none such artificial additions, for the stimulant of being sold as slaves produced a natural wetness. Indeed, they fairly dripped.
Miss Greene began the auction by turning the girls round and round, describing the lovely legs and bottoms "in great detail, then the young breasts and pretty faces. She was an artist of selling, having the staff members breathing quite heavily with her vivid descriptions. Staff Molly bought them for forty pounds, and led them off anxiously to her quarters.
Wendy and Mona were next up and of course were paired. Sisters were never separated on the slave blocks. It had been that way since Babylon. Staff Cynthia drew in her breath to herself, hoping that it had not been seen. It was rare, she admitted, to see sisters chained together by their nipples, and of course "naturally" exciting to a healthy woman such as she. Well, she had to buy one pair of girls, she whispered to Nurse Patsy, might as well be the sisters. Didn't make much difference. Yet, when the bidding began, Cynthia stayed angrily in the chase, finally buying the sisters for sixty-two pounds! I will teach them slavery, for their sake, not mine.
The other staff women always smiled at Cynthia's rationalizations, and at least she remained consistent with them. But no one believed her.
Cynthia led Mona and Wendy to her rooms by their ring leads, and once there, removed all of their chains except the single chain leading from left nipple to left nipple. It did look exquisite!
"Well," she sighed, "I have you for tonight and Saturday and Sunday. I suppose I must do something with you to train you to become good little slaves. Just can't sit here all weekend, can we? I'll just string you up while I bathe and fetch a brandy from the kitchen. Then I'll think of something, I suppose."
Wendy and Mona hung delightfully by their thumbs from the hooks in Staff Cynthia's ceiling. They wiggled deliciously. Every student wondered what it would be like with a real grown-up woman of twenty-six or thirty. For many days, the girls knew that upon this weekend they would find out!
The two hung quietly, watching Cynthia undress for her bath. They marveled at her handsome body, so lithe from exercises and gym. She disappeared into her bath suite.
"Crikey, Mona, she has tits, I'll say!"
"Look at 'em all the time in gym, I do. They're marvelous!"
"What do you think she'll do to us?"
"Whip us right proper, I'm ever so sure. Make us submit, it's called. We're supposed to play like we don't want to make love to her 'n' all. Hurts us 'til we crawl to her and does what she says. That's what slaves do."
"Ohh, Mona, sounds like a smashing game, it does! Let's not give in too easy 'n' all. Let's make her hurt us lots before we give up. Make her work for our tongues, we will!"
"Wendy, you really are a minx, luv. You are such a marvelous little sister! But ever so naughty! Nonetheless, I'll still marry you."
"Thank you, darling."
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Lady M. Phillips
November 18,1872
Cumberland House
Cornwall
Dearest Mother:
You can imagine how exciting it was when Miss Greene informed us that she had received your letter accepting the money for our sale to Staff Cynthia! It was ever so thrilling to be sold as slave girls. It certainly must have been quite marvelous in olden days when females were sold in the market place like food or clothing. Tis a shame that they don't allow that anymore, for it's very sexy for a girl to be sold. Makes her feel all tingly. If I had my way I'd pass a law to make every girl in England have to be sold in her town market place, at least once in her life. It's a proper experience which can only make a girl more of a woman. Have em ringed, and oiled and put right out in the market square naked, I would. Well, perhaps someday, slavery will come back.
As you know, Staff Cynthia was our mistress. She's a beautiful young woman, but ever so different. Just won't admit she's lesbian like every other female. Says she just does all the things with us students because they need it. I know better, though! She keeps looking at me in gym classes. I think she's in love with me, mother!
Anyway, our weekend as slaves was wonderful! Mona and I enjoyed it ever so much. She gave us some very proper whippings in her room and made us do all kinds of things to her. You see, mother, slave girls are supposed to be made to do things which they don't really want to do. Kind of humiliating things, I guess. That's where the fun comes in. Makes you feel awfully sexy. Made us kneel and lick her feet and toes all over! Then she took us to bed. As you well know, it was the first time Mona and I had ever made love to a woman. Oh, it was smashing! Really quite different than a girl.
Women don't squeal and bounce around on the bed so much like girls. But crikey! they climax the same as girls when you tongue them proper, and get just as wet! It really surprised us. Made us tongue her bottom, too, she did. Right inside of her rear hole. Never done that before, but it was very exciting and taught us something new. Mona and I are going to try it on each other next time we're bedmates. Most fun I guess was when she made Mona and I both lick her sex together, with our tongues right together in her. Did a proper job on her, we did.
The weekend was just smashing. Slaves have to depend on their mistresses for everything, because they're kept tied or chained, you know. Cynthia dressed us, and bathed us, and brushed our hair. She also fed us with spoons and even put the nipple of the milk-woman in our mouth at breakfast to feed us our milk. Told us when to suck and stop and everything! It was all so tingly, just to be so dependent on another female for everything. All of the girls simply adored the slave weekend. Everyone was being led around by their nipple-ring leads. Wish you could have seen it!
The students were treated to a play in Avon last week. We all enjoyed it so, because we don't leave Avondale very often. Was a Henry VIII play put on by the local wives society. It was just excellent, especially the dungeon scene. Act Three, I think. Young woman in the part was strung up by her thumbs for awhile and they even took her blouse off to make it more realistic. We all thought that that was ever so proper and admired the play-council people for being realistic in their presentation. I mean she was totally bare-breasted on stage in front of all the audience, and of course there were many children. But you simply don't string a female up with her blouse on, do you? Her nipples stood right up, too, like any female in bondage, but probably the children didn't understand the meaning of it. Another scene had a woman brought before the King bound properly, just like we do at Avondale. She had tights and a bodice on, but with children in the audience they were careful about nudity, of course. Had her elbows and wrists together behind her with the proper waist-rope around and down and up through her sex to her elbow ropes behind. We all had seats near the front and we could see that her rope was pulled properly up into her sex opening through her tights as it should be. Did the whole play most proper. Will see you in a few weeks, dearest mother!
All our love, Wendy (and Mona)
It was in November that the Avondale schedule called for the beginning of whipping each other. The weather had turned raw and the warm sunny days in the gardens would not return again until spring. The flowers drooped and lost their petals, and the roses went dormant. As headmistress, Miss Greene fully realized that at this time of year the girls became rather familiar with ropes and canes and whips. The early excitement of these things had waned somewhat, studies became boring, and the girls were on their eighth go-around of changing bedmates. And of course the dreary weather didn't help. Thus, the new whipping activity was well timed to perk up spirits and enthusiasm.
It began in Miss Shaw's classroom on a damp cloudy Monday. As usual, at three o'clock, the teacher called Peggy forward to be the first to be caned since she called them by seat order. The blonde moppet ran to her usual position across Miss Shaw's desk and properly pulled up her skirt.
"Very well," said Miss Shaw. "Mona, please come forward and give Peggy her five strokes of the cane."
The history books plopped onto the desks. What they had hoped for was finally beginning! Eager whispers and babbling filled the room.
"Settle down, girls," admonished Miss Shaw. "Really, Mona, are you just going to sit there?"
Mona had not moved, so surprised had she been. Finally, she ran forward. Miss Shaw was pleased. She saw the enthusiasm and sparkle in the eyes of the girls which had been missing for some time now. Mona accepted the cane from her. How strange it felt in her hand. So often she had felt its sting, yet she had never held it in her hand. She quivered in excitement, and her arousal began most earnestly as she looked at the saucy young cheeks waiting for the cane. Only now she would apply them! Mona nearly dropped the cane in her excitement. She, of course, had spanked all of the girls at ten o'clock, but to use a cane! Her heart beat like a drum.
Mona's first two cuts were poor as expected, and Miss Shaw needed to show her proper usage and direction. The teacher knew full well that at the beginning of this new activity the girls would be excited and inexperienced, and she was well prepared to show patience and understanding. In a few weeks they would do just fine when they got over their own excitement enough to begin to realize that the caning was really intended for the recipient's benefit and correction. After all, what better way for the students to show their love and concern for each other's study improvement than to apply the cane to each other?
Mona's third cut on Peggy was much better and brought a delightful gasp from the latter. Mona was thrilled with the lovely welt it produced. Miss Shaw knew, of course, that the girls simply did not have the arm strength that she did, being a full-grown woman. Thus, she instructed Mona to raise up on her tiptoes for each stroke, by that manner giving her much more force when she came down with the cane.
The fifth, and last, stroke was delivered properly, bringing a loud "owww" from Peggy and causing her midsection to fly up from the desk. Mona was very proud of her last stroke. She also felt the wetness between her thighs.
Once again, the daily classes were exciting for the girls, and Miss Shaw made allowances for the occasional gasps of orgasm she heard from the girls who wielded the cane. They were very young, and naturally, few things were as arousing as caning or whipping another girl. Their emotions were most tender at this age. For Mona and Wendy the joy was evident, and Miss Shaw purposely arranged for them to have the opportunity to cane each other on occasion. She was aware of their love, and knew that they wished each other to become excellent in their studies. The cane in each other's hand would produce the desired results, for nothing less than the most forceful of strokes would tell each other that they wished only for better and more application to classroom studies. Both Wendy and Mona caned well. Since Mona was a little larger, Wendy could not bring her sister quite as far up off the desk as Mona could do to her. Indeed, little Wendy simply flew into the air, so light was her pretty young body. All of the girls, in addition to Miss Shaw, could see that something special was involved in the stringent caning between Mona and Wendy, and allowed for the unusual number of orgasms they achieved, both in giving and receiving the cane when with each other.
The schedule for the whipping suite was also changed to assign one girl to whip another. The assigned witnesses were changed to two, with the girl who was to whip leading the recipient to the whipping suite by herself. Thus, a girl scheduled to do the whipping went to the recipient's room shortly before eight, tied her, and attached the lead to her rings. It was most thrilling for the girls. The recipient waited anxiously in her room to hear the footsteps of her whipper approaching down the hall, knowing that shortly she would feel the girl tie her.
When all was said and done, nothing was as exciting as being tied by another girl. The simple act was so meaningful! It was an emotion felt by millions of females in history, and will always be felt. Only a female can experience that emotion. To feel the other female behind you ... to smell her perfume and feel the occasional brushing of her hair against your own back and shoulders ... to feel her hands upon your arms, bringing them together . . . to feel the ropes drawn tightly into the flesh of your wrists, and then your elbows . . . knowing that you are tied securely ... to feel the waist rope brought down and through your sex, then pulled like that with such severity ... to feel your nipples rise helplessly ... to moan softly to yourself when she pulls the sex rope up taut, knowing that you are now her prisoner . . . and closing your eyes and laying your head back upon her shoulder behind you in complete surrender.
A staff member was assigned to also attend the whippings. However this assignment was not to monitor or chaperone the whipping. Nor to have any control over the amount of lashes given. There was, of course, no certain number of lashes, nor a limit, in whipping a girl. One simply whipped a girl until one felt she was properly whipped or until the whipper was satisfied sexually or simply became tired. The staff member was assigned to see that the recipient was there on time, and that the two witnesses were in attendance. Only if the whipper went beyond six lashes up into the sex of the recipient would the staff member possibly caution her, but even then, it was only a caution, and the whipper could continue there if she wished. The girls, however, seldom went beyond the customary six, for they loved each other, and did not wish to deprive the recipient of her lovemaking for more than a day or two.
There was naturally a significant difference between a caning and a whipping, and the girls were very aware of it. A caning was essentially a spanking, and thus was considered girlish. A whipping, of course, which punished all parts of the female body, was definitely a woman's endeavor. Throughout history it was a well-accepted fact that while the whip did not turn a girl into a woman by itself, she could not begin to be a woman until she had tasted the whip. It was so in ancient Rome, where very young girls took the whip willingly to show their desire to become more mature. And it was so now.
So, as the girls began to lash each other each night, they indeed felt their maturity growing. Like nipple-rings, a whipping was not measured by age or size of a girl. The younger and smaller ones were whipped as properly as the older or bigger girls. This was as it should be, for no girl would expect different treatment, and even the youngest would expect to be whipped in the same manner as a full-bodied woman of thirty.
Mona was whipped by Carol; and herself whipped Puff. The hair of both of these once-shaven girls was now growing back nicely upon their heads.
Wendy was whipped by Jane, and whipped Samantha. She was pleased that she drew young Samantha to whip for her first experience, for they were alike in age, and she enjoyed the moppet's large breasts very much. She just couldn't keep her whip from them and was delighted by the way they bounced and swung under the rain of lashes she gave them. Staff Sharon finally coughed diplomatically to remind Wendy to get on to other places on Samantha's body, and young Samantha simply let out a soft "whew" when the lashes finally stopped across her well-streaked breasts.
Being young, many of the girls fantasized when being whipped, pretending that they were in dark dungeons, or more often, the exciting dream of being whipped in an older town square before hundreds of people.
Their young passions were fired anew, and all by now reveled in the three pleasures of the whip. To give. To receive. To watch. All of these wrung passion from their throats, over and over.
Chapter Seven
Wendy and Mona helped Samantha and Jennifer with the packing. Two whole weeks of Christmas vacation! It would be so wonderful to be home for the holidays! And to bring their two friends with them! For days the excited sisters had told the two about Cumberland House, the lovely fireplaces, the warmth and love found there. And they had told them about pretty Sylvia, the maid who would undoubtedly provide much entertainment for all of them under Lady Phillips' whip and cane. Perhaps they could all find Sylvia in her room when Lady Phillips had gone into town. She was such a lovely romp in bed!
Carriages had been provided to take the girls to the station, and were lined up outside the school awaiting the last minute packing of the students. There was a most festive air within Avondale.
"Let's wear our rings," exclaimed Mona suddenly.
"In public? On the train?" laughed Jennifer. "Mona, really, you are right daft, you are!"
"Why not?" laughed Mona.
"Crikey, people could see 'em under our blouses, for sure 'n' all!" said Jennifer.
"Oh, Jen . . . don't be such a right prude! It's holiday n' all! Let's make a fun trip of it!"
"Sounds ever so naughty," piped Wendy. "Let's do it then!"
"Well. . . guess people know that school girls are ringed," said Jennifer. "We'll have to wear properly decent blouses though, not those thin ones we wear 'round here."
"Oh, good ... all settled then," sang Mona, kissing Jennifer warmly. "I've even got a bottle of wine! Staff Sharon brought it to me!" '
"What a train ride it will be!" laughed Samantha.
It was a lengthy journey by rail, consuming the best part of a day. The girls had a compartment all to their own, and thus had no reservations about passing the vintage port among them. It produced a delightful excitement, giggling, singing and some lovely kissing among them "Oh, stop!" laughed Wendy, "You're all kissing me at once, behave, s'pose the conductor comes by!"
"Door's locked," laughed Jennifer. "Let's take Wendy's clothes off!"
"I have a better idea, I do," said Mona, taking a long swallow of port. "Let's have some real fun, right you are! Let's see if we can find a lovely young thing . . . even a right cute woman ... on the train, bring her here, lock 'er in and . . . think of the sport we could have!"
"Cor," said Samantha. "Could get in real trouble we could, Mona."
"Oh, Samantha, we can get 'way with it! She wouldn't tell on us. 'Sides, even if she did, we're just young things going home for holiday!"
"Well ... I s'pose you're right. Let's do it!"
The plan was for each girl to go along the train to see what she could spot. Two would go forward, the others rearward. They would meet back in the compartment in ten minutes. They did just that.
The girls were once again together, relating excitedly their best prospects, each trying to impress the other.
"Saw a young thing, up front a car," said Jennifer. "Must be only 'leven or so. She'd be right fun, I'd bet!"
"Too young," said Mona. "Probably doesn't even know what girls do to each other. 'Sides, she'd most go off bawling to her mother."
Mona listened to the finds of the other two, puffing up with pride and hardly being able to contain herself to keep from telling what she had found.
"I found the best of all," she beamed proudly. "Listen to this, then. There's an ever so attractive young woman in the last coach. Nursing her baby, she is, under a blanket. Think of what fun we could have with her!"
"Cor," said Wendy.
"Crikey," said Jennifer.
"Smashing," said Samantha. "How'll we get her here, Mona?"
"Thought of that, too," said Mona. "Wendy, bein' so young 'n' all, will go to her and ask her to help with a sick sister in her compartment. She'll come, she will!"
Wendy accomplished her task, and shortly the lovely young woman entered the compartment carrying her child in its blanket.
The door was quickly locked behind her after she carefully laid the child on a seat. Two of the girls pinned her arms behind her while the other two bound her wrists with cord carried in their purses. Her scream was forthcoming, but was stopped by Mona, who passed the wine around to the others.
"Don't cry out, darling," warned Mona. "If you get the conductor in here we'll simply right tell 'im that you came in here to seduce us. Who's he gonna believe ... a sexy looking woman like you ... or four little girls innocently going home to their mothers on holiday? We're very young and most proper, we are. Be a right shame for you. Turn you over to the constable at next stop, he will! Think how your husband and friends would feel!"
The woman blushed as she thought about Mona's words. She was probably quite right.
"I shan't call," she whispered shamefully. Mona untied her hands.
"If you do what we say," said Mona, "we'll let you go soon. Nobody will know anything 'bout it. 'Sides, bet you have fun! If you don't be good, we'll simply call the conductor and tell him what you did to us young ones 'n' all."
The woman's cheeks were ablaze with crimson.
"How old you be?" asked Mona.
"Twenty-four."
"Bet you have lots o' milk, nursin' and all."
"Yes," said the woman, flushing brightly again.
"Take off your blouse, 'n' let's see your tits."
The woman hesitated, then sighed. She pulled off her silken bodice.
"Smashing!" cried Wendy, bringing a new blush to the woman. The woman's nipples were already erect from humiliation.
"Kneel on the seat there," commanded Mona, "facin' the other seat and start milking yourself with your hands."
"I won't do that." exclaimed the woman. "What kind of girls you be?"
"Jennifer, get the conductor," said Mona. "Tell him that there's a woman in here who is half undressed and trying to seduce us."
"Wait," said the woman softly. "I'll milk myself for you."
"Would you like some wine first?" said Mona. The woman sighed. "Yes. It would help, thank you."
The girls passed the bottle around again, and finally to the woman, who drank heartily. Her hands closed over her breasts.
The milk came easily, of course, as did the woman's blushes. She looked at Mona with false hope.
"Not very proper, I must say," taunted Mona. "Pull on 'em right good!"
The woman increased her hand motions and the result was delightful.
"Cor, are you a woman or not?" teased Mona. "Let's see a proper show! Bet you can make it go across to th' other seat!"
The woman moaned in shame, but began to jerk her breasts with her hands in alternate rhythm.
"Whee!" squealed Wendy. "It's goin' clear to the wall, it is! Never saw so much milk! Ooh, this is right fun!"
"Well done," said Mona, clapping her hands in glee. "Now, let's see what she tastes like, what!"
Each of the four took their turn at her productive breasts, and although she continued to blush, she closed her eyes in pleasure. Her hands groped, finally settling in the hair of the last girl, Jennifer.
"Well, will you look at that, then!" laughed Mona. "She likes it a bit, she does! Like it, don't you, darling? Tell us!"
The woman was beside herself in humiliation.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Try some yourself," ordered Mona.
"Oh, please, I. . . ." But she saw the look of firmness on the faces of the four girls. She pushed her nipple to her mouth.
"Crikey!" cried Samantha. "Drinkin' her own! Mona, this is ever so much fun!"
The girls passed the wine again, as the woman continued to nurse herself quite noisily, much of the milk running from her mouth but much more flowing down her throat.
"Never saw such a thing," exclaimed Jennifer. "Mona, you have such naughty ideas!"
"Take off your belt, Jennifer," smiled Mona. "We'll whip her with it."
"Someone will hear, Mona," cautioned Samantha.
"Not over the noise those train wheels make. An awful racket they make y'know. Over the seat, darling, and up with the skirt, proper like!"
"Oh, let me be first," squealed Wendy. "Please, Mona?"
"Very well, Wendy. We'll each give her ten of our best, and if she makes one peep, we'll call the conductor! Will you take 'em quiet, or do we have to put a gag in your mouth?" Mona asked the woman.
"Oh, please. It will hurt so . . . I ... I shan't make a sound," she blushed.
The noise of the train did indeed cover the sound of the delightfully smacking belt. The woman jerked with each stroke, her teeth set, and only a soft hiss escaping at each cut. When each girl had given her ten, she wept softly, her hands going to her bottom to feel the rising welts.
"Huh," snorted Wendy. "She'd never make it at Avondale, and she's a right big girl, she is! I could have taken that when I was ten! What shall we do with her now?"
Mona smiled. "Look what's in my purse, Wendy."
"Mona! You've some rings and a piercer! Did you cop 'em from school? Miss Greene will have your hide!"
"Just borrowed them for holiday," laughed Mona. "Wanted to see how they looked on Sylvia at home! But no time like the present, is there?"
"Oh, please," said the woman. "Don't do that\"
Mona felt quite in command, with the wine giving her a light head.
"If you kiss each one of us on our cunnies, we'll just put one ring in each nipple. If you won't . . . well, your nips are long enough to hold two!"
The woman moaned in shame once again, her lovely face made even more beautiful by the flush.
"Please ... I'm not really lesbian ... I've only done it once or twice . . . only in school. ..."
"Wendy, fetch us four rings," said Mona.
"Nooooo. I'll do it."
The woman's tongue belied her claim, for she did it quite well on each of the four, even though briefly.
"Now, kneel on the seat," ordered Mona. "If you make one peep, we'll gag you and put in two more."
"Noooo, I'll be quiet, put in just one pair, please," she moaned.
The woman's nipples, soft and lovely from months of nursing, pierced easily. Mona did one and Wendy the other. Jennifer and Samantha put in the big rings. The woman's nipples erected beautifully and she fingered the rings in shame and shock. Tears welled in her eyes.
"No female should have rings this large put in her," she protested. "Just wait 'til someday someone puts rings in your nipples! You'll see!"
The four girls laughed gleefully with their secret, and the woman was most puzzled.
"Please let me go now," she asked nicely, pulling her blouse on over her rings. "I. . . promise I won't take them out until I get home."
"Only if you tell us you like your rings, and thank us for putting them in," said Wendy, feeling quite tipsy from the port she had consumed.
"Oh, I do like them," blushed the woman. "Thank you ever so much for putting them in my nipples. They're quite nice."
"And thank us for letting you milk yourself so wonderfully," said Mona.
The woman was mortified, but anything to get away from these little devils!
"Thank you for allowing me to milk myself in front of you," she replied, trying to sound in earnest, "and for . . . for . . . nursing me so nicely and letting me nurse my own nipples ... I ... it tasted good...."
The woman had never felt so humiliated, but yet her own words were producing a wetness at her sex.
"And for whipping your bottom," said Jennifer.
"Thank you for whipping me. It was very lovely indeed and I'm sure that forty strokes of your belt were most proper for my bottom."
It mattered not now. She would say anything to get out of the compartment!
"And for allowing you to kiss our cunnies," said Samantha.
"I do thank you. I loved kissing them. It was marvelous. You all . . . tasted so sweet." "You may go now," laughed Mona. "Careful with your little one now. Hope he isn't too hungry. Won't find much milk left. 'Sides, he'll have quite a do trying to nurse 'round your rings!" The four girls giggled in glee.
"I'll manage," said the woman, at the compartment door, angry now that her freedom was assured. "I hope someday you have rings put in all of you!"
The girls laughed and opened their blouses. Their rings glistened.
"Cor!" wailed the woman, feeling most faint and running down the coach aisle. She slumped into her seat finally. "Cor!" she said again. But her fingers felt the rings through her blouse. The nipples were wonderfully erect.
Perhaps he will like them, she thought to herself. They really are quite . . . lovely. Maybe he will let me keep them. I think I'd like to. . . ."
Chapter Eight
The Christmas holidays had passed, as had the dreary winter months. It had not been dreary at Avondale, for the weather was hardly noticed by the students and the staff. What a marvelous way to spend the winter for ten lovely moppets and enthusiastic young staff women! Females were special. No one could ever tire of the ropes and chains and whips. It could go on forever!
While others slushed though England's snows, squeals of joy and pain echoed happily within Avondale's walls. The staff never tired of seeing the nymphets in hand and ankle chains, especially when one of the smaller ones was simply loaded with heavy chains. Miss Shaw did not grow less interested in the classroom canings. How could one grow tired of the wonderful sound of a cane against young cheeks? Besides, the girls threw themselves into the canings with such aggressiveness! The girls themselves hardly noticed the passing of the raw and blowing weeks. Who cared what the weather when there were the whippings and spankings to look forward to each night. And of course the hours in the Pink Room where their young bodies tasted the delights of things that hurt them deliciously.
But most of all, it was the simpler things which were the most exciting. Having one's hands tied by another girl. The pleasant hand-spankings of each other at ten. Wrestling with another nude girl in gym class. All basic and mild activities, yet so sensual. But if a vote were taken, the best thing was the nipple-rings. One simply couldn't forget them for very long. They moved and swung under blouses when the girls walked down the halls. They clanked together when the girls wrestled breast to breast. They were part of a girl when they kissed each other's nipples in bed, and one learned to form her mouth around them if she were to nipple-kiss properly.
The lovely sex games with each other in bed were of course beautiful. But there again, sometimes the simpler things were more sensual. Like walking down the hall on the way to class and passing another girl who suddenly, and for no reason, just simply grabbed you and gave you a long, warm mouth-kissing which left you gasping.
By early spring something normally happened, however, every year, which in a way broke the spell of pure love and harmony. But then again, depending upon how one judged it, it might have been the most beautiful thing of all. It was something which was not the best of things, but yet in its way, was terribly wonderful.
Avondale, like most training schools, changed bed partners every night. This plan eliminated the pairing together of girls by choice, and gave each the sensual opportunity to be with each other. A most beautiful and perfect design to let each taste the full free love of all the others. It made them all lovers with one another. Yet, girls will be girls. After several months it would be most strange if certain girls did not develop a special love between them. It was most natural and predictable that occasionally certain girls simply fell deeply in love with each other.
When this happened, it was not discouraged. In fact it was most lovely. If two girls fell in love, it was the custom at Avondale for them to post a note to this effect on the bulletin board. It was purely an engagement announcement, and the other girls kissed and hugged them and wished them well. They were called each other's fiancee, and the engagement was legalized by the two exchanging nipple-rings. The rings at Avondale had small tabs at the bottom, as they did at most schools, bearing the girl's first name. Thus, when they exchanged rings, each wore the other's name. To say the least, it was very exciting to wear the name of your darling in your nipples. It meant that you belonged to her.
By April, Wendy and Mona had announced their engagement, as had Jennifer and Jane, and Samantha and Betty. Carol and Puff had fallen in love shortly after they had both been shorn of their hair in the fall. They seemed to feel very close to each other by suffering the same punishment. But their hair had grown back nicely, and since then Puff had eyes for Wendy, and Carol for Samantha. The girls all slept with one another, of course. The engagements didn't alter that rule, for it was inviolate. But fiancees did hold hands when walking down the halls, or carried leads attached to each other's rings as they went about the building together. In addition, of course, each engaged girl was required to send an engagement notice home to mother. The mothers involved usually then wrote to one another, or perhaps met for tea if they lived within a day's journey of each other. Sometimes the engaged girls sent a photograph of their fiancee home to their mother, who proudly and dutifully placed it on the mantel or piano next to the picture of their own daughter.
Engagements were made to be broken, however, and at Avondale no engagement was inviolate. A fiancee was fair game for another girl, and because of this the school had applied a custom which had stood for a century. If another girl wished to steal your girl away from you, she could challenge you to a fight. The fight must be accepted, with the winner getting the girl in question. The latter also had no choice. If a girl succeeded in beating her loved one, she became the fiancee of the new girl and would wear her rings. Appropriate letters must also be sent home. Thus, a girl must fight to keep her girl if challenged. A challenge could only be made once by the same girl; however others could also challenge in turn, but this was rare.
The fights were held in the gym and attended by all the students and staff. The two combatants fought nude, and they fought with bare fists with no rounds or stops. They fought simply until one was beaten badly enough to declare that she had had enough, but this indeed did not end it. The winner could continue to beat the loser to teach her a lesson she would not forget. The beating would not be stopped by staff or Miss Greene. In truth, girls were no different than women or men, past or present. They cheered the fighters on, screaming with pleasure when a girl would be knocked down, and like Roman spectators in the Arena, sided with the girl who was winning, imploring her to beat the other senseless. Sometimes even the girl over whom the fight was being fought, seeing her own fiancee losing, and aroused like cockfighters by-blood, would scream for the beating to continue to her now "lost" fiancee. Girls could be bloodthirsty, but seldom merciful. In truth, even men would not fight over a girl such as one girl would for another. Girls would die for each other.
During the middle of April, Carol challenged Betty for the right to Samantha. Betty and Samantha had been engaged for three weeks and were properly happy, but Carol simply tingled every time she saw young Samantha. At thirteen, Samantha was most thrilled to be fought over, especially by two fifteen-year-olds! The fight was on a Tuesday afternoon and it was violent. The girls swung their fists and connected each time, the sound of fist on face very loud in the large gym. Both went down several times, and their eyes blackened early.
There is something about naked girls fighting that has always appealed to both men and women. Nothing was as exciting in the Roman arenas as to have two slave girls fight to the death, nor was anything more exciting in the Avondale gym! There was something terribly sexual about such a fight, and both staff and students experienced wetness very early.
Within ten minutes both girls were beaten very badly, but the fight was indeed very even. Both had been down several times, but got up, urged on by the cheering spectators who screamed for more!
"Beat her, Carol!"
"Give her a lickin', Betty!"
"Knock her down again, Betty!"
"Hit her in the mouth, Carol!"
"Break her nose, Betty!"
"Make her cry!"
'Whooeee, right in the mouth that one was!" It was Carol who prevailed at last. Betty could not get up again. Carol, however, was not to let her off so easily. She had won Samantha. Now she would teach Betty not to try and challenge her back! She pulled Betty up by her hair, and as the helpless girl simply hung there with limp arms, she swung and swung and swung at Betty's face. Betty fell to her knees and cried like a baby.
"I'm licked, Carol. Samantha is yours. Oh, please don't hit me again. You've beaten me so badly, you have. I want my mother. ..."
In front of Betty, Carol removed Betty's rings from Samantha and threw them on the floor, replacing them with her own. She then took Samantha's rings from Betty's nipples and put them in her own breasts. Carol and her new fiancee went off together, their arms around each other, while Betty sobbed from the loss of her loved one.
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Mona knew it was coming. She could tell by the way Puff looked at Wendy when they passed in the hall and she could tell by the way Puff used her hands all over Wendy when they wrestled in gym class. You were naturally supposed to grab a girl's breasts in wrestling, but Puff also used her hands much lower on Wendy's body to the total delight of the younger one! And Mona could also tell by sister's wild screams of orgasm whenever she bedded with Puff. Puff obviously was doing things to Wendy with great enthusiasm!
It was no surprise then when Mona saw the challenge on the bulletin board from Puff, to fight her the coming Friday afternoon. On the Wednesday before the fight, Mona and Wendy were bedmates together, and naturally talked about the contest.
"Darling, fight well for me," whispered Wendy in her sister's ear. They lay embraced in the silent darkness of the night.
"I will, Wendy. Oh, I will! I couldn't bear to lose you, muffin."
"I shall cross my fingers for you, I shall," said Wendy. "Win for me, darling. But if you lose, my adorable sister, I shall be Puff's girl and wear her rings in my nips, 'n' I shall love her ever so much 'n' be engaged to her . . . and I really will love her, y'know. That's the rules 'n' I shall honor them. You'll have to find . . . someone else."
"I know, Wendy," whispered Mona. "I would expect you to love Puff. She's a very beautiful thing 'n' she's ever so marvelous with her tongue, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is good with it, I guess. Makes me climax ever so hard she does. But not as hard as you do, darling."
"Do you really mean that, Wendy?"
"You know I do, Mona. 'Member our first time, when I was just ten 'n' you got me in the barn one day 'n' I didn't know anything about girls at all. 'Member how I screamed when you made me have my first orgasm? Crikey, mother came running, thought I'd been stabbed or sumthin' and I told her I saw a mouse. But she knew, and left us alone, and you did it to me again with your tongue 'n' I yelled even louder the second time. Well that's how I feel every time we make love, even now!"
"Oh, Wendy, you're precious! I'll try awfully hard to beat Puff."
"Cor," sighed Wendy. "To be fought over! Gets me wet it does just thinkin' 'bout it. Hope you both just simply beat each other sumthin' awful over me!"
"I'm sure we will, duckling. You're worth fight-in' for, you know."
"I am, I am!" said Wendy. "I'll show you how much right now. P'haps this will make you fight harder for me 'n' all."
"Wendy! Where did you learn that! Ooooh . . . merciful heavens . . . yeeks!"
The fight was a week after Carol and Betty's. The Avondale code was a beautiful entity, and unique in its philosophy. On the same night which two girls fought, they were required to sleep with each other and thus renew their love with kisses and warmth. It never failed to work, and was due, of course, to the wonderful training girls received at Avondale. There should never be bitterness among girls. Only love. Within minutes, two girls who had beaten each other terribly would find themselves loving. Other girls, in other times and places, would be enemies. It was terribly beautiful at Avondale.
The students and staff had formed a ring around Mona and Puff, sitting in eager anticipation in the gym. The nude fighters circled slowly, working up a delightful anger; then fists lashed out, connecting with pretty faces. Both Puff and Mona went down in turn. Females fought differently than males. Men were skilled in the art of self-defense and knew the techniques of self-protection. Females did not. They simply swung at each other without regard to defense, the goal being to hurt the other girl more than she hurt you. Females, however, had a unique courage unknown to males and would get up again and again and again, no matter how badly they were beaten.
Puff and Mona had knocked each other down three times, when an age-old feminine characteristic revealed itself to them, suddenly and startlingly. Roman girls who fought each other in the Arena could have told them what it was, for they had experienced it, too. It was, purely and simply, an overwhelming sexual arousement. There was something totally sensual in two naked girls fighting each other. The spectators felt that, of course. But the combatants, as well, felt it. Perhaps it was the heat of battle, or perhaps it was the animal-like excitement of blood. But it was magnificently apparent to Puff and Mona, who felt the sudden wetness at their sex and the arousal of another intimate sexual organ.
"Ooh," said Amanda to Peggy. "Look at them! Their clitties are standing right out, they are!"
It was indeed true. The animal-like excitement of fist fighting had made the intimate sex fingers of the two girls push up and out in a most obvious manner from their lips.
The fight was excellent, both girls giving and receiving hard blows to the face. The sound of knuckles on cheek and jaw bones was very loud. Each knocked the other back onto the ring of spectators several times, but each got up swinging and snarling every time. Each had had an eye blackened, and blood trickled slowly from their lips which had been split nicely.
It became clear, however, as the fight continued, that Puff held the upper hand and was a better fighter than Mona. Puff's blows to Mona's face now were bringing a loud "owwww" from the latter and she went down again and again. Eventually Mona crawled on her hands and knees, shaking her long hair in obvious hurt. Puff hit her again and she fell flat, crying now.
"Oh, I'm hurt awfully. Owww, it hurts so!"
The spectators, sensing the kill, screamed Puff on.
"Hurt her, Puff!" "Keep hitting her!" "Break her nose, Puff!"
Puff, inspired by her apparent victory, pulled Mona up to her knees by her hair.
"Well, Mona. Are you ready to give me Wendy now, or must I break your pretty nose?"
Mona drew up her courage and spit into Puff's face. Puff broke her nose with a resounding swing and Mona spit in her face again. Puff changed her blows to Mona's stomach, punishing her soft body. Girls were not built to be hit there and Mona bawled, falling backwards on top of the watching Wendy.
Through her tear-filled and swollen eyes Mona saw Wendy's face. It was a face which implored and urged. It was a face which had a tear hanging from the corner of each eye.
"I shan't lose you," said Mona through split lips. She shook her head and spit a mouthful of blood onto the floor. Puff was unprepared for the attack of a girl she thought had been beaten, and went down under Mona's frantic blows. Mona pounced atop her and continued to hit her. Everyone could hear Puff's nose break beautifully. Puff had fainted. It was over!
Nurse Patsy worked on Mona's cuts tenderly, while Wendy kept her arms fast around her sister. Wendy heaved silent sobs, her young breasts rising and falling. Mona had taken a terrible beating for her, she knew.
Puff was also tended to, and when able to rise, came to Mona. The two put their arms around each other and their cracked lips met in a kiss. Where else but Avondale could such a thing occur?
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Lady M. Phillips
April 25, 1873
Cumberland House
Cornwall
Dearest Mother:
I have recovered nicely from my fight with Puff, thank you. Your warm telegram the next day was loved very much. It was such a good fight, and of course we both know Wendy is worth it, don't we? I'll fight for her anytime, as she would for me.
Just can't believe that there is less than two months left here! I know Wendy and I shall both cry on leaving day. We have been trained into such proper young ladies, and Miss Greene reminds us to keep up our training all of our lives (at least until thirty, she says). Wendy and I will work out a schedule when we get home. We simply must be whipped regularly. We know it's a bit irregular, mother, but do you think it would be possible to arrange to have maid Sylvia whip us ever so often? Wendy and I love doing it to each other, but a different female makes it ever so exciting now and again.
Next weekend we go to London! It's our time to be whores for two days. Ooooh. We are all looking forward so to it! There's something ever so naughty about selling yourself on the streets. Removes any false pride a girl might still have, of course, and we can use the extra spending money. We're supposed to charge a pound for taking a man in our cunny, two pounds for letting him go off in our mouths, or three for taking him rearside. I know we'll make oodles of money. Wendy and I are going to save our money and fix up the barn at home with all sorts of nice bondage devices like there are in the Pink Room here. Then we can play "hurt" games all the time. You can even use it for Sylvia!
We all went down to a play in Avon last week. You recall that we went to one last autumn, "Henry VIII." This one was "Rebecca of Kent." Very lovely play, and the townspeople are such fine amateur actors. Not an awful lot of bondage in the play, however, this time. In the last act a young woman (wife of the local postmaster) is whipped quite proper by bandits in the play. Stripped her to the waist at a post and put twenty across her back. They were right proper ones, too, because we could see the red streaks from our balcony seats. I think that's ever so wonderful of the actress, because after all, she's just a town wife and not used to whipping. Play only ran for three days, though, so guess she could take it nicely for that long. I think it's nice that they allow the town children to see the play, even if there is some whipping. After all, they have to realize that women are whipped in this world, don't they? Not much other sexy stuff in the play, except another young woman nursing a child in the first scene. They could have pretended, of course, but the Avon players are quite legitimate in their presentations which is all to their credit. So they used a normal nursing woman (she was one of those that comes out here thrice a week to feed us). Pretty thing she is. Anyway, you could see her milk coming out as she fed the child for a moment, then she walked across the parlor in the play, and her tits swung nicely, and the milk kept running out of them ever so beautifully. But of course that isn't so daring, even for children to see.
Miss Greene wishes me to extend to you, mother, an invitation to come to Avondale on May 4. Wendy and I are scheduled to be in the Pink Room that night, and Miss Greene says that she promised you that you could come when we were. You'll adore it, I'm sure. We'll both be hurt right proper and all. They know so many things to do to girls in there, and you just simply won't believe all of the devices and things that are used on girls, especially on their tits and cunnies. Makes us yell quite loud. Please say you'll come.
Of course you're coming to graduation, too! Won't be long now. June 8, I believe. Imagine being branded! We're all so anxious about it. It will hurt, I'm sure, but what a wonderful feeling to know we'll carry the mark for always like you have done. Miss Greene won't tell us, but Staff Sharon says that we can have a choice to accept a second brand, too! Don't know what it is, yet. We're all most curious about it. I know most of us will take two if we are asked. Didn't have that in your day, did they, mother? Looking forward to seeing you May 4. Please come.
Your loving daughter Mona (and Wendy)
Chapter Nine
Miss Greene and Lady Phillips had had a delightful dinner together, partaking of excellent brandy and cake for dessert. Lady Phillips had graciously consented to spend the night in Miss Greene's bed, knowing full well that an evening in the Pink Room with Mona and Wendy would stimulate her emotions greatly.
Coffee was served by Puff in merely an apron and clinking ankle chains. A tiny bottle hung from each of Puff's nipple-rings, one containing sugar, the other cream. Lady Phillips was most impressed.
"Delightful way to serve cream and sugar, Miss Greene."
"Puff thought up the idea herself," answered Miss Greene. "Very clever and-lovely girl, she is." Puff blushed under the compliment.
"I compliment you on your excellent fight with my daughter, Mona," said Lady Phillips to the girl.
"Thank you, Lady Phillips," blushed Puff, curtsying prettily. "Mona fought very well, especially after she was well beaten. . .. Gave me ever such a proper lickin' she did. Broke my nose she did, and right opened up my lips. She hits terribly hard, you know. Made me see stars for the longest time and I even think I passed out at the end 'n' all. Mona's a marvelous girl!"
"Well, thank you, Puff," beamed Lady Phillips. "Mona said you hurt her very badly, too." Puff curtseyed again, still blushing from the praise, and left the room.
"Shall we go to the Pink Room, Lady Phillips? I believe that Staff Sharon will be the one hurting Wendy and Mona tonight. Sharon is very good, and I'm sure that she has them already waiting for us."
"By all means, let us go," said Lady Phillips. "The dinner was lovely."
They were greeted at the door to the Pink Room by Staff Sharon, who shook Lady Phillips' hand.
"The girls are ready, come in," she said nicely.
Wendy and Mona hung by their toes from the ceiling, facing each other. Their arms were behind them and fastened full-length to floor rings, while taut cords connected their nipple-rings to each other's.
"Sharon is our best girl-tie-er," smiled Miss Greene. "You see how Wendy and Mona are as tight as bow strings. One could play a tune with a violin bow on their nipple-ring cords. See how their nipples are pulled!"
"Marvelous!" said Lady Phillips.
Lady Phillips walked about the chamber admiring the many devices, beams, stocks and tables.
"Some of your items were used when I was here," she pointed out.
''Of course," answered Miss Greene. "Some things just can't be improved upon over the centuries or years. After all, the same things which were used to hurt females long ago are still effective. Female bodies have not changed."
"Naturally," said Lady Phillips. "Many of these devices look quite heavy and large, and I assume were built to hurt full-bodied women at the time. Do they fit the young ones here as well?"
"Most certainly, Lady Phillips. It matters not a female's age or size. As long as she has a pretty body, a proper cunny, and any breasts at all, they will be effective on her. Besides, those who made these devices simply couldn't bother making smaller ones just for young girls, could they?"
"Of course not," said Lady Phillips. "Puberty is well old enough for the things I see here."
"We have decided to put on a rather different performance for you, Lady Phillips, considering this special occasion," said. Staff Sharon. "I'm going to let the girls show you what they have learned in this room. They will punish each other to entertain you for awhile!"
"Excellent!" exclaimed Lady Phillips, sitting in a plush watching-chair.
Wendy was untied, and unhooked from her sister, while Mona remained where she was. The girls had been told that they could do what they wished, and they had made some delightful plans! Wendy chose a double-thonged short lash. She brought it swishing down into Mona's sex five times with as much force as her young arm could muster. Mona jerked and swung in her ropes quite nicely, wailing a firm "ow" at each lash. Wendy sat upon the floor and retied the ropes to her own big toes as Sharon released Mona. Mona pulled her sister up to the same position she had just occupied, and sent the lash hissing into her sex five times also. Young Wendy howled like a wolf to the delight of Lady Phillips.
Brandy was served several times during the evening as Mona and Wendy were put into many devices, sometimes by Sharon, sometimes by each other. Lady Phillips was most excited by it all, for as several hours went by, the punishments seemed to get more wonderful! How my daughters can scream! thought Lady Phillips. Merciful heavens, such a racket! Sharon removed the girls' rings.
Mona and Wendy had seated themselves astride the triangular-shaped beam, making sure that the sharp top-ridge was fully up into their sex. It was an age-old device, devised obviously for the unique sex parts females have. It would always be effective, as long as there were females. The sisters gasped in unison from the beam's discomfort, and Lady Phillips was astounded at how far the ridge disappeared up into her daughters. Sharon handed each girl the heavy wooden breast stocks, and, as they had seated themselves facing each other, they put them on each other's breasts, turning the dowel worms until the heavy oak clamps had flattened their breasts remarkably. The heavy, thick device looked much too mature for young Wendy, and it was. Her young breasts were no match for the lumber, but of course she did not complain. Sharon handed each a pair of nipple screws, as requested by Mona, and the young sisters put them on each other. They turned the thread bolts until the nipples oozed out the open end of the round clamps, elongated delightfully by the intense pressure.
"Oowee, my nips," wailed Mona. "It hurts so, Wendy!"
"Terribly," said Wendy. "Think we can give them another turn?" "S'pose so. Let's both do it to each other's nippies at the same time. Ready . . . turn!"
Two loud howls echoed deliciously together.
"Really," beamed Miss Greene, "that's as far as I've seen nipple screws turned in quite some time. Your daughters are putting on a right proper show for you, Lady Phillips! Let's go up to the study for coffee. I am most aroused and really need to relax for a bit. Not often, you know, that two girls are allowed the privilege of punishing each other in the Pink Room. I find it very sexual, don't you agree?"
"Very," whispered Lady Phillips, wiping her forehead.
"Sharon," said Miss Greene, "we'll be back in half an hour. Leave them exactly the way they are for fifteen minutes, then whip them some. Arrange two exciting things for us to see when we return.''
"Yes, Miss Greene," said Sharon.
When Lady Phillips and Miss Greene returned the girls had been whipped nicely by Sharon and were resting upon the floor, holding hands and kissing every so often.
"Yes, we had the 'Virgin's Delight' in my day," said Lady Phillips. "The government only allowed its use on females over seventeen, however."
"Well, times have changed some, Lady Phillips. Girls today are, well. . . shall we say, more mature at a younger age. They have no age limit on its use anymore, which is most proper. A girl Wendy's age can accept it, if she works hard at it, of course!"
The beam was chest high to a girl, and ten feet in length. At four places atop the beam were wooden dowels imbedded firmly in the oak. The four dowels were of different size, each longer and thicker than the last. The purpose of the "Virgin's Delight" was obvious. It had been used on Joan of Arc during her questioning. The device was most common throughout history, and was to be found in most female dungeons. It was still used in English training schools every year, but Avon-dale's piece was most valuable. It was indeed the very one used on Joan of Arc, and the school had purchased it at a very dear price from a French museum many years ago. The girls of Avondale were of course thrilled to be put upon it. Imagine the pride of a young girl to know that the same impalements had once been deep within Joan of Arc! The beauty of this fact was always remembered by Avondale graduates.
Sharon decided to make Mona go first since she was the eldest. After all, Wendy was smaller at her sex place, and the second girl in line always had the helpful benefit of the lubrication left on the dowels by the first girl. Mona hopped up onto the beam and impaled herself on the first dowel quite easily. Her hands held herself steady on the beam, for her feet were far from the floor. The first dowel, of course, was purposely the size of a man. When she squirmed her way off the dowel, and moved on to the second, Wendy put herself onto the dowel which Mona had just vacated. The rule, naturally, that a female could not move on to the next dowel until she had accepted the entire previous dowel, was centuries old. The lips of a female must touch the top of the beam, proving that the entire dowel was within her body.
Wendy felt her sister's warm wetness on the first dowel and it slid up into her, full length, quite easily. Mona, meanwhile, squirmed her way onto the second impalement and found it much harder to accept, of course, for it was not only longer, but thicker as well, as it was designed to be. But it went in.
"Come, let us move over by your daughters," said Miss Greene. "You can see the penetration much better there, and I will explain the philosophy of the 'Virgin's Delight' to you."
The two women moved so that they fronted the impaled girls.
"The device, it is said, was invented by a woman during the tenth century, and I believe it to be so for the very intellect behind its use is most feminine. You see, Lady Phillips, a female is subjected to moving along to increasingly larger dowels, and of course, it becomes more difficult for her to accept them within her. At the same time, however, her natural sex wetness, which becomes more and more pronounced as she goes, permits the lubrication to be able to do so. The last and largest dowel, a magnificent test as you can see, usually produced orgasm, so her wetness there is substantial and thus makes it possible, with much effort, to get it in. Very intelligent planning as you will admit.
"In addition, another wonderful feature of this device is that it truly is not a bondage piece. Females are not tied upon it, nor forced onto the dowels. Under threat of dire punishment, naturally, a female must impale herself upon each dowel as she moves along, thus doing it to herself. This in itself is very exciting for the witnesses, and certainly proves that a female did indeed invent the idea. Only a female could know the humiliation of another to impale herself in front of others. Most of our girls climax on the fourth dowel, naturally, but some on the third. It is said that Joan of Arc climaxed on both the third and fourth dowels. The device is very exciting with two girls upon it, naturally, and twice this year we tried four girls. It was most stirring to see each dowel occupied. Once again, it is another device intended for two girls at least, for as Wendy and Mona have told you, nothing is as stimulating to a girl as to share the same sexual punishment and discomfort with another girl."
"Thrilling, indeed," said Lady Phillips.
Mona did not climax on the third dowel, but she did gasp in discomfort as she struggled to lower herself upon it. Behind her, Wendy found the second dowel deliciously warm and wet from her sister and had no trouble with it. Mona grunted softly and, to Lady Phillips' pleasure, forced her lips upon the beam, pulled herself up and off, and headed for the last dowel.
The incredible feel of the dowel made Mona's head fall back, and she hissed. Wendy, smaller than her sister, struggled with the third dowel. It took Mona several minutes, and much struggling and squirming and gasping, to accept the dowel to its very end. But she did. And when she felt her lips upon the beam surface she screamed one long wail of orgasm in front of Lady Phillips. Wendy also squealed, a moment later, as she climaxed on her dowel.
Mona sat upon the floor to rest, and to watch Wendy accept the last dowel. The dowel looked impossible as Wendy began to try and force it in, but she had a look of determination upon her young face.
"Yes, Lady Phillips," said Miss Greene. "It does indeed appear much too large for Wendy. But as you know, a girl's body is a most remarkable and pliable thing. Wendy will accept it."
Lady Phillips could say nothing as she stared transfixed at the sight before her. She was terribly aroused and thought of bed with Miss Greene. Wendy squirmed like a fish on a hook and her body glistened with perspiration.
"Come on, darling," urged Mona. "You can do it, that's a good girl! Push!"
"It's ever so huge, Mona ... if t'wasn't for your orgasm on it, I'd just never get ... it ... in .. . oooooooh!"
Wendy screamed in sexual release, three times. It had been accomplished.
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"Shall we try the 'Lovers' Kiss' for a finale, Miss Greene?" asked Staff Sharon.
"Yes, I think that would be admirable, Sharon."
Sharon tied the girls' arms behind them and brought them to room center.
"You will enjoy this immensely, Lady Phillips," said Miss Greene. "You have had the pleasure of seeing Mona and Wendy climax upon -the dowels, but of course that is most normal since there was penetration. You have not yet had the pleasure of seeing them climax from exquisite hurt alone! It is well known that this type of orgasm is the most beautiful of all to achieve, and also to witness. It can only be achieved, of course, after a female has been well trained in accepting hurt and punishment, and can translate pain into pleasure. Obviously, by this time of the school year, the girls are wonderfully trained."
"I am most anxious to witness it," smiled Lady Phillips.
Staff Sharon placed Mona and Wendy, face to face, under a heavy chain which dangled from the ceiling. The chain ran across the ceiling and down the wall to a winch. Sharon tied cords tightly around the girls' nipples, using one cord each to bind each of their nipples to the facing nipple of the other girl. The cords, however, went up through the bottom link of the ceiling chain on their journey between the two girls.
Sharon turned the winch on the wall, and Mona and Wendy were pulled upwards by their young breast tips until they stood on the balls of their feet. Their soft nipples were stretched taut.
"Notice the natural reaction which will now take place, Lady Phillips," whispered Miss Greene to the visibly excited woman.
Sharon turned the winch slowly until only the toes of the girls touched the carpet. A duet of howls filled the chamber as nearly the full weight of the girls hung upon their nipples. The pinkish nipples themselves were stretched to quite unbelievable lengths, almost approaching the length of a woman's little finger. The "owws" of Mona and Wendy told Lady Phillips that her daughters were indeed being hurt very much, and she hoped that Sharon would turn the winch further.
"Once again you see how pliable a girl's body is, Lady Phillips," said Miss Greene. "Over the centuries, from Eve, I imagine, it has been demonstrated many times over how very long a female nipple can be stretched. This is one of my favorite devices, for you see, each girl bears the weight of the other upon her nipples. It is the ultimate sharing of mutual bondage and naturally promotes much feeling and emotion between two girls."
Mona and Wendy, by the very nature of their joint bondage, were flat against one another prettily. It was only a moment or two before they began to squirm harder into each other and kiss.
"You see, the hurt is so great that two females search for relief," said Miss Greene. "The only relief that they have available to them to take their minds from the discomfort and pain is to try and become sexual with each other. Kissing acts like an anesthetic, for the pleasure of it takes their thoughts from the hurt in their nipples. It is most natural. This method of bondage can never fail. The two females may be of any age, they may be enemies or strangers, they may be sisters or perhaps mother and daughter. It makes no difference; they will kiss under the hurt of the Lovers' Kiss!"
"Most appealing!" exclaimed Lady Phillips.
"Now," said Miss Greene, "let us have them orgasm through hurt. Sharon, turn the winch again."
The chain creaked as it rose yet higher, and the two moppets' toes only now brushed the floor. Their nipples became impossibly long, and brought shrieks of torment from their mouths, followed by trembling and twisting of their bodies. The climaxes came as odd yowls, but were very obvious, as were the shared emissions of wetness down the legs.
It was the same wetness which also flowed down the thighs of Lady Phillips. Mona and Wendy had been released and sat upon the carpet comforting each other by licking each other's hurt nipples.
"You will note how wonderful two females can be," pointed out Miss Greene. "Females the world over are quite amazing. You see, they lick each other's hurts like young puppies. Even if these two had never seen each other, they would lick each other's nipples without perhaps ever speaking one word. Females try and take care of each other at all times, soothing the hurt, and they will lick by nature."
Miss Greene and Lady Phillips went off to bed together, but there would be little sleep between them on this night. Mona and Wendy went off to their assigned rooms where their respective bed-mates waited to comfort their hurts, and make them forget five hours in the Pink Room.
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Student Day was a delight to look forward to each year. How eagerly the moppets awaited its coming! As in most schools the day had become a custom, and Avondale was no different. On this single day, the girls had free reign with staff, and the results were usually very exciting. After all, it was only fair that since the staff had tied, chained, punished, whipped and caned the nymphets since September, that the girls were entitled to one day to pay back the lovely pleasures! Nurse Patsy and Staffs Molly, Sharon and Cynthia, and of course Miss Shaw, were all full-bodied young women who could eagerly accept the delights of finding their roles reversed. Besides, all had been students at Avondale themselves not so very long ago and of course missed the daily training. Miss Shaw, being married and the only staff who lived in town, was permitted to be excused if she desired, but she would not hear of such a thing. Her young child and husband simply would have to look after themselves at home on this night, for their mother and wife would be spending the night at school tasting the whip and rope like other staff women. It was only fair, and besides, she wouldn't miss the pleasures for anything!
There was a further purpose of Student Day, of course. By now the girls had all been well versed in the techniques and emotions of punishing other young girls, but it was necessary that young girls should also have experience in punishing adult women. It was quite possible that after leaving Avondale they would find many occasions when they could draw delights from a woman's body; perhaps as young mistresses in their homes with maids to attend to; perhaps with an adult woman lover; perhaps in simply capturing a woman on vacation to play with, for it was rather a custom at Brighton and other seaside resorts that if one female could suddenly slip up behind another unsuspecting female and tie her wrists behind her, the captive would submit graciously to being a prisoner. A female who did not was certainly not thought well of, naturally, and lost much esteem. At Brighton especially, girls tried to capture women, and women tried to capture girls, which was natural, and of course the younger the better. So, by all means, the students should have at least some experience in dealing with women, both sexual and punishment-wise.
The frolic began at breakfast bright and early, and the kitchen was filled with delightful squeals and laughter. The hapless milk-maids from town were the first to taste the antics of the naughty urchins, as they knew they would be! No proper nursing on this day, of course. Instead, the shrieking students played games with the milk, trying to soak each other with well-aimed squirts from the milk-maids' nipples or spitting it at each other. The revelry became silly as the moppets tried to find new methods of hand-milking a female and, of course, they made the young women nurse themselves for fun, seeing which of them could self-nurse both nipples at once. Two of the milk-maids could and did. All in all, it was delightful sport and great fun! The kitchen, of course, was simply a wet mess, as were the clothes of the moppets and milk maids. But it was fun, and the women from town didn't object that their milk was utterly wasted on this morning. While it was naughty games for the girls, the very eroticism of it all was most sensual for the milk-maids indeed. It was not often that a woman had her milk simply played with and splashed all over a kitchen for fun, and the milkmaids found it to be quite arousing sexually. As the young, lovable girls ran off to class the women even procured mops and rags and cleaned up the mess themselves. After all, the little darlings had nursed them beautifully most of the term and they were entitled to a day of play!
It was off to find Staffs Sharon and Molly, Nurse Patsy, and Miss Shaw! The four were indeed found in the library awaiting the girls. Staff Cynthia remained in the gym for she was not called, and she puzzled over this fact. The excited girls bounced into the library with great enthusiasm, carrying rope and cord.
"Morning!" said Puff. "Let's be about it, then! Off with the blouses, ladies, and tie your own lead cords to your nipples. Make them ever so proper and tight! Be about it, then!"
The staff, of course, were not ringed, but it mattered not. Good tight lead cords to the nipples were just as effective for pulling a female about, and the four staff females quickly had complied.
"Off we go, then!" said Mona after each staff had had her wrists and elbows tied behind her.
The morning was fun. The girls led their "captives" about the school by their leads, yanking naughtily on the cords for any slowness perceived. This occasionally brought a yelp from one of the staff, to the utter delight of her lead-girl. At noon, whipping in the whipping suite. They had been suspended face to face, breast to breast, and the firm application of whips on their bottoms forced them to delightfully squirm into each other. An ancient Arabian practice, duet-whipping was used to change the feelings between two argumentative harem or slave girls, for the whip-induced lunging into one another brought sexual arousement most easily. Molly and Sharon were not exceptions, and became wet quickly from the feel of each other.
Nurse Patsy was hand-spanked by each of the ten girls, which was elegant fun, and aroused her very much. Brought to heat by the paddlings, she was ordered to perform a self-orgasm clinic for the moppets which lasted well over an hour. Being a nurse, Patsy was most accomplished in the art of using her fingers between her legs in various manners of masturbation, and her numerous climaxes did not disappoint the watching girls!
At three o'clock, as planned, Miss Shaw was taken to her classroom and was seated in one of the student's chairs, while the ten students stood at her desk.
"What is the distance from London to Cairo, Miss Shaw?" asked Jennifer.
There was no answer from the teacher.
"Tut, tut," said Amanda. "Afraid you've missed an answer, Miss Shaw. Shame, indeed! What is the penalty for each wrong answer in your class?"
"One cut of the cane on the bare bottom, miss," answered Miss Shaw, going along nicely with the game.
"One from each of us, 'course," said Peggy. "Up to the desk you go."
Miss Shaw drew in her breath slightly. Ten cuts was most severe, she realized, especially as she had not been caned for quite a long time. No way getting around it, she thought. Her husband and young child would just have to see a well-welted bottom when she got home, and she would simply have to finally tall her young one just what females did to each other!
She ran to her desk, put herself over it properly, and raised her skirt to waist level. She spread her legs wide and awaited the first cut, which when delivered by Betty, was a good one indeed. Miss Shaw bounced nicely and hissed softly from the hurt.
"Well done, Betty!" came the chorus. "Made her bounce right nice, you did!"
None of the girls wished to be thought poorly of, and thus raised up on their tiptoes to bring the cane down with as much strength as their young arms would allow. Miss Shaw rose into the air with each cut, and by the tenth, a hint of glistening tears was in her eyes. Ten lovely welts decorated her beautiful bottom, and she rubbed it thoroughly.
The boys arrived from their school just after four. They were an eager pack naturally, for it was only once a year that they had the privilege of sex with grown-up women. Indeed, most of them had not had sex with a female over twenty, much less twenty-seven or so. It was much looked forward to. It was done in the front drawing room in front of the cheering moppets who urged on the efforts of the boys. The four staff females were not bound, but simply lay on the floor to accept the overwhelming numbers of excited boys. There were perhaps five or six boys for each of the staff members, all impatient to wait their turn. The handsome boys used all of the entrances the staff females had to offer, and the women hardly had time to rest between boys. The girls cheered and clapped in satisfaction when the boys were able to bring a staff female to orgasm. Which was often. The loudest cheers came, of course, when the moppets were able to see the plentiful emissions into the staff women's bodies. All four staff were well filled with the boys' semen before the sport finally ended, and begged towels to clean themselves a bit.
In the gym, Staff Cynthia had exercised and kept to herself all day. She certainly knew that there was a reason for being left alone, and as evening arrived, she anticipated the worst.
In her mid-twenties, Cynthia possessed a lovely body, made more so by her constant gym activities. Every part of her was firm and beautiful.
Cynthia's problem was of course known by the other staff members and by the students as well. She simply didn't wish to admit that like any other lovely young woman, she was lesbian. It had begun in the previous year, at the beginning of term. It was her first term at Avondale and she had begun badly with the other staff members. Cynthia came from a very well-to-do family and her uppity manner was not taken to by the other staff members. Sharon, Molly and Nurse Patsy, as well as an occasional inclusion of Miss Shaw, slept together, as did the students. They all shared a very large bed in their quarters where they loved and played each night. Miss Shaw often asked her husband to stay over at Avondale to love with the other three, usually on a Tuesday or Thursday, and it was granted.
During the very first week, the staff didn't appreciate Cynthia's better-than-thou attitude and didn't ask her to sleep with them. In retaliation for being snubbed, Cynthia set up a defense, stating that she was not really lesbian inclined at all, and preferred her own room. As time went on, she became more insistent that she was not lesbian, for to change her story would be embarrassing. The others didn't urge her to join, although they wished that she would. She was a lovely thing. They all knew, however, that like any female, Cynthia liked other females. And Cynthia knew that they knew. It was just too far along to back down. She was often heard crying in her room at night, for her room was next to the others' and it would be impossible for Cynthia not to hear the sounds of female love emanating from next door! Thus, Cynthia became a frustrated and stubborn young lady to spend all day in the company of delightfully naked young girls in her gym class and baths. She wanted them so! Yet, she tried her best to not let them see it, and prevented herself from crawling to the other staff in apology. Only a word from her and the rest of the staff would gladly let her sleep with them, but they would not ask her. A female should never be ashamed to admit that she was lesbian, and until Cynthia did, they would wait.
The students were well acquainted with Cynthia's problem, and had planned a special thing for her on Student Day. It would take place in the evening and she would be left alone up until then. It was about eight when the girls, accompanied by the other four staff, went to the gym to find Cynthia. She was doing leg-ups in the nude on one of the mats.
Cynthia did not resist, naturally, when she was bound over one of the jumping horses, for she knew her time would come soon. Was it to be a caning then? she thought. She was in perfect physical shape and the cane would not make her lose her pride, she vowed. She was not prepared for the strapping youth who came in with Nurse Patsy, however. One look at his nude body told Cynthia what was about to happen, and she blushed.
As large as the boy was, Cynthia knew that his penetration would be something! She felt it enter her smaller orifice between her cheeks and she gasped. Her legs began to slide apart, wider and wider, not from her own volition, but from natural body reaction when it tried to accept too-large male organs in the anal entrance. The body simply adjusted to accommodate the penetration without any planning on the female's part. Indeed, Cynthia's legs splayed out full maximum as she squirmed to accept the youth, and by doing so, permitted full insertion. The youth began his motions.
Cynthia blushed hotly. It was not from being penetrated there of course. She had taken males there before, and she had been taken so the previous year on Student Day with all the other staff women in the drawing room. But this was different. She was now bound, and all the others were enjoying a quite proper show at her expense! Well, she thought, the idea of trying to humiliate me just won't work. And Cynthia lunged with the movements accepting all the youth was able to offer, until he filled her with his liquid and withdrew.
Two of the nymphets tied Cynthia's arms back over the parallel bars, so that she was in a kneeling position, her fine breasts forced delightfully up and out. Cynthia was a most normal female, and her nipples were erect nicely from the bondage, helped along by the sight of Puff with a thin whip. Let them whip my breasts, thought Cynthia, obviously aware that her bondage was most perfect for that activity. My breasts are firm and healthy and, as such, can accept the whip nicely, she reasoned correctly. After all, the young ones took it there.
"Five for each girl," suggested Puff. "Let's see how proper each one of us can aim for sure! We should be quite good by now, we should, after having all term to practice on each other! Aim right proper at her nipples."
Puff's five strokes were excellent, making Cynthia jerk in her ropes nicely. Puff had managed to put three of them across the nipples. The others took their turns, some more accurate than others. Some managed to find the nipples only once, while others were accurate enough to place three or four there.
The girls made a game of it, cheering for each lash which found Cynthia's nipples, and letting out cheerful rebukes to the girl who missed the rose-hued breast-tips entirely.
Cynthia became soaked with perspiration by the fifth girl. A female's nipples were just not meant for this many whip strokes, she gasped. Indeed, her nipples were well swollen from the punishment and she knew that they would split before too long. Tears ran down her cheeks. She was being hurt very much.
"Well, Cynthia," said Puff. "There's three more girls to go, y'know. Really think your nips will split open 'fore too many more lashes. Quite a nasty little whip this is, t'isn't it! On the other hand, if you're ready to tell everyone that you're a lovely little lesbian, maybe we can overlook the rest, what! And it well better be a bloody proper apology!"
Cynthia was crying. She had been whipped often in her life, but never like this. It really was more than she bargained for!
"Please," she sobbed. "No more . . . you'll hurt my nipples something awful with any more. . . yes, I am a lesbian. I am really . . . and you all know it ... I ... I ... I don't know why I acted like I did ... I want to sleep with woman and girls very much ... I am so sorry . . . Sharon and Molly and Patsy and Miss Shaw, I do apologize very much! Please let me be part of your bed . . . please! ... I'll never act like this again, I promise."
"Now, Cynthia, tell us who you love," asked Jennifer, "both staff and students."
"I ... I love Amanda . . . very much," said Cynthia. "As for staff ... I love Sharon."
"Very well," said Mona. "You may sleep with them both tonight, and you'll certainly have to make up for lost time, you will! 'Pect you to keep them going 'til morning, we will!"
"Oh, I will ... I will," sobbed Cynthia.
"Tell us where your tongue shall be from now on, Cynthia," said Wendy.
"In a female's cunny . . . where it belongs," answered Cynthia, very contrite.
"You'll do it every day from now to the end of the term, Cynthia," said Carol.
"Oh, I shall. I shall. Every day for as long as I live!"
"Do you think you should be punished for the way you've acted 'n' everything?" asked Puff.
"Oh, yes I do! It should be very severe, I'm afraid," said Cynthia.
"We'll give you five minutes to think of one yourself," said Mona. "And it had better be right good!"
Cynthia thought and thought. She must get back in good graces. Oh, she had been such a fool all this time!
"Well," she begged softly, "you could tie me on the table . . . and pull out all the hair between my legs, bit by bit. Would that be satisfactory?"
Mona played the waiting game. The penalty was of course delightful, but she wanted Cynthia to squirm a bit.
"Weeell, don't know 'bout that. Not very harsh, it isn't."
"Oh, please," begged Cynthia. "It will hurt ever so much, and it will be most proper to be hurt there with everybody watching. Please pull my sex hair out and make me look like a little girl. . . after all, I've acted like a little girl."
"Very well, Cynthia," said Mona. "Puff, run to the kitchen and get the kitchen pliers."
Cynthia was splayed out nicely on the gym table, her arms and legs bound to the four corners. Her delicious sex was perfectly displayed for the punishment it was to receive. It had been decided that student Amanda and Staff Sharon would share the task since they were the declared darlings of Cynthia. It added a lovely touch.
Amanda took a few tufts, then let Sharon pull a few, and the pliers passed back and forth while the others crowded about in excitement. It was a very old female punishment, yet seldom seen at Avon-dale. The tufts made an audible ripping noise as they were pulled from Cynthia and put in a neat pile between her thighs. It hurt Cynthia. It hurt her very much, and she made fists of her hands and clenched her teeth. It didn't help. She simply had to cry out.
"Owww . . . owww . . . ohhhhh . . . owwww . . . ow," she gasped hoarsely as each yank pulled more silken strands from her sex. The tears came easily. There were only one or two strands left when Cynthia orgasmed wildly, making somewhat of a mess on the table.
"Pull the last few out yourself," said Amanda with the delightful sadistic tendencies of a young girl. Cynthia was untied and yanked out the remainder. She was bare at her swollen and hurting sex! All of the girls and staff members kissed and hugged Cynthia very much. She was now one of them.
Amanda and Staff Sharon took Cynthia by her hands to a bedroom. Cynthia trembled in anticipation for what she had so long denied herself. Student Day was over.
Chapter Ten
No other day in the young life of an Avondale girl presented such extreme emotion as Graduation Day. Nor such a contrast.
It was, of course, the culmination of eight months of beautiful feminine training which would shape the entire lives of the graduates. They had come as young girls and they would leave as magnificent young women, far, far beyond the level of beauty achieved by those who did not receive such training. Only few received the benefits of training in England and they would be envied by all others. For the secrets of the whip and chain would be known to them only, and thus their lives would be filled with pleasures only dreamed of by other girls less fortunate.
To most girls, the whip and chain might be something to fear or dread. But to a training school graduate, the whip and chain were friends and lovers. They brought pleasure beyond the conception of those who were not familiar with them. They were something to crave, to desire, and to require, to make a female a total female in all ways possible. These beautiful young girls, hardly past puberty, would be more of a woman than a female of thirty who was untrained. In truth, the whip and the cane and the chain were but yet another form of sexual delight to add to the normal physical sexual pleasures. Thus, their sexuality was far beyond the average, untrained, female.
To these girls, a whip lash was a kiss of love from the female who had placed it there. A chain was a token of beauty, and a rope became a caress. Hurt was not hurt. Hurt was lovely, and to hurt another girl, or be hurt by her, was a special and exciting sexual delight. At this tender age, they had learned the pleasures of sex with male and female alike, and had become adept in its use. They were beyond adult women in sexual experience. They had learned man and to respond to him. They had learned the pleasure of rape, and the sensual and erotic acts of prostitution for money. Most girls would never feel these emotions. They had learned woman and knew every nook and cranny of a female body, and how to please another female in a hundred different ways of love. They had learned the ultimate joy of sharing discomfort and punishment with another, thus joining in that unique and mysterious sisterhood of emotional empathy and love. They had learned to whip another female well, for to do less was to insult her. Above all, they learned that one female could make love to another by whipping her, or hurting her m many, many ways.
Finally, they had learned the truth of the rings, its meaning, its symbol. The rings meant many things to a girl. It was placed in the nipples for it was a feminine symbol, and female nipples were, unlike the male, made delightfully long enough to hold the ring. In the nipples, the rings could be constantly seen by their owner, and felt at all times. Indeed, the unique feel of the ring erected the nipple in pleasure, to provide a glorious and surprising solution to their question of being. For centuries upon centuries, men had ringed women, thinking it to be punishment or humiliation, or the mark of a slave. They knew not that this very act provided a female with pleasure, for she adored her rings and they aroused her. In effect, the rings were intended as punishment but in reality were pleasure. Men never learned to discover this irony, and the secret remains intact today among the sisterhood. The Rings of Avondale were everything the graduates stood for and believed, and since that was so, the rings were very large for small, young nipples, purposely. For if anything has reason and merit, the more the better.
And so the girls bore the heavy rings for eight months with pleasure. The pierce holes became large and clean and beautiful,' and the nipples simply were things that weighed heavy upon the breasts. At such times when the rings were removed, it felt unnatural and wrong to a girl, and she desired the rings back in her flesh.
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How bittersweet the last few days. Gladness and pride in what they had become. But tragic sorrow in the solemn knowledge that this most beautiful chapter in their lives was near complete. Most of all, sadness and grief for the losing of each other. It would be impossible for such a group of girls to spend the many months sharing beds with each other, sharing the whip and rope, and sharing the rings, without becoming very deeply in love with one another. For Mona and Wendy, they would still have each other at Cumberland House, but they were the exception. The rest would return home to various parts of England, separated by long distances. Some would make visits in the early days, but the distances and the turning to their own lives would soon make such visits impractical. More than likely, most of the girls would search, and usually find, a local girl or two who they could happily indoctrinate into bed and punishment games. But the ten young ladies would never forget one another. Never. They had shared too many emotional moments together. Years later, each would clearly be able to remember every little thing about her Avondale friends, each and every one, so indelibly were they stamped in the mind. Each girl's special way of kissing; the feel of her breasts; the way she used her tongue and the individualistic way she cried out in orgasm; the way she looked with her cane and whip markings, and the way she sounded when she received them; the way she looked into your eyes when you both shared the same bondage beam between your legs. All of these things would be remembered with joy.
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Avondale School for Young Ladies
Lady M. Phillips
May 29, 1873
Cumberland House
Cornwall
Dear Lady Phillips:
You are most cordially invited to Graduation Ceremonies at Avondale School for Young Ladies on the Seventh Day of June, Nineteen Hundred Eighty Three.
A mother-daughter tea will be served at Four O'clock with graduation ceremonies beginning at Five O'clock. Diplomas will be awarded at Five-thirty, with the Branding of the young ladies at Six O'clock.
You are most welcome to arrive early if you desire. The young ladies will prepare the coals and insert the irons at approximately Three O'clock.
Please come prepared to take your daughter(s) home with you following the ceremonies.
Your daughter! s) has been a perfect young lady at Avondale and you should take much pride in her shaping, and in her graduation.
Very sincerely, Miss W. Green Headmistress Graduates Term of 1872-1873 (copies to mothers)
Carol
Puff
Jennifer
Amanda
Wendy
Mona
Samantha
Betty
Jane
Peggy
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It was Miss Greene's fervent hope that the weather would be warm on Graduation Day. She was indeed rewarded with a lovely afternoon. It meant of course that the ceremonies could be held in the rose garden. It was so much more lovely to have the affair among the sweet-scented flowers. The roses seemed fitting, for like the young ladies, they were in the bloom of life.
The tea had been held, and it had been lovely. There had not been the usual bubbling of chattering daughters for the occasion was much too sophisticated for that. After all, the girls were trying to shed their moppet image, and show their proud mothers what mature young women they had become. Indeed, most of the girls had grown up appreciably since September and many mothers were noticeably impressed with the fact. Thus, the talking was soft and serious and very mature between mothers and daughters. For the first time many of them spoke to each other as woman to woman, and many of the proud mothers laid loving hands on the daughters' shoulders or face in deepest love and admiration.
The ten girls wore gorgeous imported white silk gowns, purchased in London, by Avondale, as graduation gifts. The narrow front straplets went to the sides of the breasts, baring them completely. The girls had polished their nipple-rings that morning and the large silver circles glistened in the afternoon sun. The mothers were proud that their daughters wore the rings and name tags of their lovers. The long gown skirts were slit fully to the waist on the left side, revealing the full length of young beautiful leg and a brief portion of young silken strands at the sex.
The mothers noticed the beautiful development of their daughters since school had begun. Their figures had begun to fill out delightfully in all areas, and their stance and walk was elegant. Their hips had begun to move nicely when walking for they were becoming women and were no longer boy-like in their strides. The breasts had filled and softened and grown, and were not the tight, firm entities they once were. The weight of the rings had helped, of course, and the very aware young ladies had learned to walk in a way to cause their breasts to swing and bounce nicely.
Lady Phillips was herself pleased with the figures of Mona and Wendy. Mona's legs seemed slimmer and more shapely, her bottom beautifully rounded now, her breasts magnificent for fifteen. She carried her rings like a princess, up and out with much pride. Wendy's figure was now approaching the likeness of her sister's when the term had begun. It was, in fact, like seeing Mona all over again. No longer the slim young moppet, Wendy was indeed a sensual young lady now. Like Mona, her body had felt man, and woman, and the result of it was obvious in her face. No one would mistake her for an innocent young virgin again. Total sexuality showed in the faces of both Mona and Wendy.
Wendy's legs were superb now, and her breasts continued to chase Mona's in development. In a few years they would indeed catch up with Mona's when the latter finally stopped maturing. While the large rings looked comfortable in Mona's fine nipples, they still looked overwhelming in Wendy's. Yet, Wendy's nipple growth was apparent. In September, the rings filled nearly all of the immature breast tiplets, but now the additional growth had added a nice margin of nipple-flesh about the rings. Mona would be sixteen and Wendy fourteen during summer. How quickly the time passed!
The diplomas had been awarded, with a special award of love going to Jennifer. It was a very coveted award, for it had been voted in secret by all the girls. Jennifer's soft voice, and the utter warmth with which she held a girl in bed had been very special and admired. When sex with Jennifer was finished, the girl still put her arms tightly around her bedmate all night long, nestling her face in the partner's hair, to sleep. In the morning, she would be still found in that position, perhaps even with her sleeping lips against her lover's cheek or mouth. While most girls awakened in a state of grogginess or tiredness, Jennifer was always a ray of morning sunshine. She would plant a most sexual kiss on mouth, nipples, and sex, insert her tongue briefly and then, laughing, smack her partner's bare bottom with a resounding whack to get her up and going! What girl could resist getting up in a joyous mood with the beaming Jennifer beside her? All of the girls wanted to marry her. And so Jennifer w E given the award, and she blushed in pride and love. But not as much as her mother, who sat with the others in the rose garden!
By six o'clock the coals were red, and the many irons were properly heated. The local blacksmith had made the irons, and there were eleven. The largest one was the Avondale A and the mothers were familiar with the sight of it. The other ten were a mystery for the time being, for they had not been there in their day. But they had no doubt that they had a beautiful purpose.
The mothers gathered in lawn chairs near the smoldering iron brazier, while Miss Greene explained the ceremony. The girls would be paired according to choice, for it was only proper that those in love should brand each other. In Lady Phillips' day the headmistress or staff branded the young ladies, but how more meaningful it was now to have the girls mark each other! It was a definite change for the better. The girls in the past had also been tied for branding, but this had also changed during recent years. It was now a truer test of a young lady's virtue and dedication to accept the branding voluntarily and unbound.
The nymphets slipped from their gowns and sat at the feet of their mothers, while Miss Greene announced the first pair to proceed. Carol and Samantha walked forward holding hands, while the headmistress introduced them and their proud mothers. Miss Greene also added that Carol had fought for and won Samantha in a bloody fight.
This brought a sincere round of applause from the mothers.
Samantha leaned her hands against a rose trellis, bending over in a position which would be perfect for caning, her young buttocks beautifully thrust outwards. Carol withdrew the blazing 'A' brand from the fire, and in a well-practiced voice so that all could hear, spoke.
"What is your desire, my loved one, my darling, my fiancee?" The solemn and ancient script of Avondale had been much rehearsed.
"I ask that you brand the A upon my cheek, so that I shall carry it always!" replied Samantha in a clear voice. "Brand me deep and thoroughly, my darling, for I know that you do it with love."
The sound of a brand upon a female is impossible to mistake. Even in a rose garden. Carol held the fiery A to the lower half of Samantha's left buttock, and the hissing response was clear and distinct. Carol allowed it to burn into Samantha for several moments, while blue-black smoke trailed upwards. Samantha did not release her hands from the trellis, nor squirm, nor move. No graduate wished to be embarrassed by an unseemly show of juvenile thrashing about, and they had all promised each other to respond with dignity and maturity in front of their mothers. Crying out was another matter however, and it was to be expected. Few girls could be branded silently. Samantha whisked her head back and forth, making her long hair fly prettily, and let out a very mature long moan. Carol withdrew the iron, and the A was delightfully planted in Samantha's flesh.
"I have branded your flesh with the A, loved one," said Carol, following the ceremonial lines. "Are you satisfied with my kiss of burning love?"
"Thank you, my loved one," said Samantha. "I can feel its burning love. But as I shall remember Avondale by my A upon my left cheek, I wish also to remember the love between us. Brand your name into my other cheek, so I shall never forget you!"
The mothers gasped in pleasure and pride. The other irons were the blazing names of each girl!
This time the trellis moved as Samantha squeezed its slats with tightly clenched hands. Her scream was very shrill as Carol held the brand to the semi-circle of her right bottom-cheek. When it was withdrawn, all the rest in the garden could read the deeply-sunk word CAROL in Samantha's bottom flesh. Samantha had cried out, of course, but she had not bawled or wept, and her mother was extremely proud as the girl walked in front of the seated women to allow them a closer look at her branded bottom! Nurse Patsy applied salve to Samantha's brands while Carol took her position at the rose trellis.
The branding took most of an hour, for it was not hurried. Girl followed girl, with the same lovely words spoken by all, the hiss of red-iron into girl-flesh, the shrill sounds of hurt from young throats. Only Puff did not scream out, for she truly was an exceptional young lady, and loved to be hurt more than anyone else. Puff had hissed in pleasure when Amanda branded her and wished to herself that the girl would brand her bottom again and again and again in front of her mother. Puff, like Peggy, orgasmed while branded. It just couldn't be helped, watching mothers or not, and their liquid had poured from their sex beautifully. The mothers were not at all ashamed to see the dribblings fall to the grass. They understood.
Wendy and Mona were saved for last, for a branding between sisters was rare and exquisite. Of all the engaged couples, Mona and Wendy were by far the deepest in love, and it showed when they applied the brand to each other's bottoms. It was held longer in place than any of the others, and they each achieved climax shamelessly and intensely, while squealing in hurt. Lady Phillips came close to swooning in pride and maternal emotion when Miss Greene announced that Wendy was the youngest girl to be branded in England since the sixteenth century. How proud to be the mother of two girls who bore the A and the name of each other in their skin!
There were good-bye kisses all around, and tears. Fountains of tears. Several of the pairs fell to the grass together to make love one more time before parting, while their mothers hurried them along, impatient to begin the trip home. Then it was on with shoes and skirts and blouses, gathering up of suitcases, and off for the train station.
On the train to Cornwall, Lady Phillips slept off and on in their compartment, but Mona and Wendy were still too excited to doze. Instead, they pulled up their skirts and took turns tracing a finger over each other's brands to make sure that they were real and not just a dream. Was it possible for any two females in the world to be so in love? Could any female anywhere feel the emotion of seeing another female's name in her flesh? Could two females belong so completely to one another without burning their names into each other? It was highly doubtful.
Chapter Eleven
It was written that Adam beat Eve with a stick on the second day, and that Eve did not ask for mercy, but smiled in pleasure. From that moment, man should have gained knowledge and intuition concerning woman. But he did not. Lo, man learned nothing from Eve!
So man invented a whip, and lashed his woman to her knees, and when it was over, she put on her garments once again and tended to her chores happily. The next time, woman brought the whip to her man by herself.
Perplexed, man sought to degrade woman by raping her in front of others, but she wiped the dust of the ground from her hips, and opened her legs for more.
Man tried again, and thrust rings through her nipples and nose and sex lips, but woman touched her rings lovingly and purred like a kitten.
They made dungeons for the woman, and man stretched her on terrible machines and put hot skewers in her flesh and made her cry out, but she walked from the dungeon with pride and with wetness at her sex.
Man had not learned about woman, yea, man had not learned.
Man took woman and whipped her in public before other women and children and her friends, but she did not plead for it to stop.
In desperation, man branded woman with insignias and names and marks to defeat her, but when her breast was burned she thrust forward the other breast to be branded also.
Man was defeated by woman, for to hurt her was to please her. So man resigned in capitulation to this mysterious creature called woman.
It was then that woman found another way, a better way. Woman would hurt woman. And it would be the ultimate joy of all.
From Tenth Century papers
of St. Francis of Barcelona
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"Mona! Wendy! Whatever are you doing to the maid?" yelled Lady Phillips from her library window. "I am trying to read, and her caterwalling is very distracting, you know."
Wendy came running up from the garden in response to her mother's call.
"Well, y'know the old clay oven by the barn . . . that little brick thing? Well, we've fastened Sylvia to a pole over it and built a proper fire in it, and we're turning her round and round over the heat n' all, kind of like on a spit y'know . . . and she's hurtin' nice!"
"Haven't got her right in the fire, have you, Wendy?"
"Oh, heavens no! 'Course she has quite big tits and when she's turned they do hang quite low I 'magine . . . but we turn her steady we do."
"Well, don't hurt her too much. After all she is the maid and she must do her work around here. You and Mona just don't seem to realize that! You can turn her a little more, but then send her in to get dinner ready. You two simply keep me busy with your games since you came home from Avon-dale. Sylvia asked for another ten bob a week when you put rings in her nipples the night you came home. Gracious, Wendy, money doesn't grow on trees, you know!"
"Sorry, mum, we'll try and be more careful with her."
Dinner was roast beef with cherry cake, served by a perturbed Sylvia. Lady Phillips and Wendy enjoyed their meal, but Mona had some little difficulty.
"Wendy, how do you expect your sister to eat her dinner with her hands tied behind her?" said Lady Phillips.
"Well, she lost a bet she did ... so she has to eat it that way . . . doin' all right it appears 'cept for the gravy all over her face . . . look at her root! Whee!"
Lady Phillips flung her napkin upon the table.
"Well, I declare . . . that does it!" she snorted. "You two minxes are driving me balmy since you came home! Can't you ever think of anything else but playing punishment games? Mercy. This morning I rose early to take a walk in the garden and found one of you hanging by the thumbs in the vestibule!"
"Wendy had to hang all night, mother. She lost at whist," said Mona.
"It's quite all right, mother," said Wendy. "It was my idea after all. Slept a bit too, I did. Bet I could hang by my thumbs for a week!"
"Could not," said Mona.
"Could!"
"Could not!"
"Could!"
Lady Phillips threw up her hands in disgust.
"This simply can't go on, girls!"
"Well, it's just that at Avondale we had other girls to play with n' whip n' things, mother," said Mona. "Here we don't have anyone 'cept ourselves and Sylvia. It gets rather dull, I'm afraid. Too bad young Penny and Felicity from over at Foxcombe way have such snobbish folks n' all. When they come over to swim in our pond, their mothers tell them to leave their underclothes on, imagine! Last summer those brats from Willworth at least swam naked over here, but they sat with crossed legs n' everything. 'Shamed to show their cunnies they were. Huh, didn't fool Wendy and I! We saw their nipples swell when we sat in front of them with open legs. Thought they were so proper!"
"Penny and Felicity," said Lady Phillips. "Just your age. Hmmmm."
"What are you thinking, mother?" asked Wendy.
"Well I simply can't stand you two anymore," laughed Lady Phillips. "Might be better if you had some playmates at that. I think I might just have a talk with Penny and Felicity's mothers. I know they were both envious when they knew you were going to Avondale. But I don't believe they could have afforded it anyway. Now that you're trained might be they'll allow Penny and Felicity to play with you in hopes of getting some training for free."
"Oh, mother! That would be delightful!" chorused Mona and Wendy. "Oh, what fun that would be! Don't think either of 'em know a smidgeon 'bout anything*. They probably don't know girls even make love together or what boys stick in their cunnies . . . and surely they've never been whipped or caned, or maybe even tied. Think of whipping a girl's back that has never been touched. Crikey!"
"Yes. It certainly will get you out of my hair for awhile," said Lady Phillips. "I shall go over to Foxcombe tomorrow. Now, Wendy, untie your sister and go outside, both of you, mercy!"
"Let's sit under the arbor and think of some really awful tortures we can use on Felicity and Penny," said Mona. "Bet we can make ourselves wet just thinkin' up things!"
"Bet we can too," chirped Wendy.
"Mercy," said Lady Phillips.
Lady Phillips didn't have to use much persuasion on the mothers of Felicity and Penny. She went on at length about the training at Avondale, and how it had made her daughters such beautiful young ladies.
They had met in a tea shoppe in the afternoon.
"Whipping does such wonders for a growing girl," said Lady Phillips trying to sound very worldly. "Wish your daughters could have gone to Avondale. Mona and Wendy just know so much now. It's a shame they're spending the summer out at Cumberland House by themselves. Oh, they practice a few little things with each other occasionally, but it's a real shame they can't use their experience to help other girls along. Well, it's been charming seeing you both again. I really must get along now. Good afternoon."
Lady Phillips had actually got as far as the street corner before the two ladies caught up with her.
"We were thinking," they said, "that really our daughters haven't had much to do during this summer. They are the same ages as your daughters and frankly . . . well, they really are not very . . . worldly, let us say. They have had a few spankings, but haven't. . . well, you know . . . the whip and all. We were wondering, Lady Phillips, if they could come call on your daughters for a week or two? We're sure they'll all get along wonderfully."
"Well, I'm not sure ..." said Lady Phillips pretending reluctance. "I've seen Felicity and Penny swim at our little Jake wearing their petticoats. I'm afraid that's rather trite. Young girls can't be whipped and trained with clothes on, you know. No, I'm afraid that. ..."
"Wait, please, Lady Phillips. Perhaps it is time for Penny and Felicity to realize that they . . . well, are girls. I'm afraid they've been well sheltered, shall we say. We'll allow them naked, but . . . well your daughters aren't the kind of girls who like other girls, are they? We've heard many tales of lesbian activity in those training schools and.
"Well, I'm really sorry, ladies," said Lady Phillips. "I simply don't keep track of all the little games that girls play together. Girls will be girls you know, and I honestly don't know how Felicity and Penny will respond to my girls. They are very attractive to both boys and girls you know. Why not just let nature take its course."
"Does that mean our daughters are welcome to come play then?"
"Yes, I guess so . . . but you mustn't interfere you know, no matter what. They might come home crying some days."
"Thank you ever so much, Lady Phillips. They shall come out tomorrow.''
The ladies went on their way, thinking that they -certainly had coaxed Lady Phillips into something. Lady Phillips smiled. It had been most easy.
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It had been decided that Felicity and Penny would come out on Fridays to play, and the next day after the tete-a-tete in the tea shoppe they arrived at Cumberland House after a walk from Foxcombe. They spent the first hour admiring Wendy and Mona. Felicity was the same age as Wendy, and Penny the same as Mona, but in the eyes of the visitors the two were women of the world. Girls who went to Avondale were something! The prestige was overwhelming.
"Well," said Mona finally, "wanta play a game?"
"Oh, yes we do," said Felicity.
"We're gonna play jungle captives," said Wendy, "in the woods over there. You two take off your clothes, all of 'em, and go run naked in the woods like real jungle girls. Mona and I will be the female huntresses out to capture pretty jungle maidens with our ropes n' all. If we find you and capture you, then you are our slaves, and you have to do anything we say . . . and we'll also make you pay a penalty which might hurt!"
"Smashing!" said Penny. "We'll hide ever so well from you. Ooh, I've never run naked in the woods before! It'll be fun, I know!"
Blouses and skirts and petticoats and shoes were dropped on the lawn. Mona and Wendy looked at each other with delight. The young figures were delightful indeed. Lovely limbs and adequate breasts. Penny had a nice silken thatch, and Felicity had but only a strand or two coming along. They would be fun to capture!
"Better let us put some of this solvent on you," said Mona. "Keeps the mosquitos away in the woods. They bite the breasts mainly, so we'll rub some of this bottle on your tits. Come over here, now . . . let's do it right and proper y'know."
Mona and Wendy coated their hands with the insect solution and rubbed it nicely into the breasts presented before them . . . and rubbed . . . and rubbed. . . .
"Oh, thank you ever so much," said Penny, "you are so considerate of us and ... it felt nice when you did it too. Oh, look, my nipples are up! Blimey, wonder what did that to 'em? Usually only happens when I dream naughty things in bed n' all. . . well anyway . . . thanks lots . . . never had a girl rub me there. Feels rather nice, if I must say."
Mona and Wendy winked at each other happily.
"Off you go, naked jungle girls!" said Mona. "Don't let us catch you, 'cause if we do you have to pay a penalty!" Felicity and Penny scampered off through the trees.
The two girls weren't hard for Mona and Wendy to find. After all, they knew the woods well, and traced their prey to their hiding spot under the creek bridge.
"Well, look what we have here!" said Mona, playing out the game. "A couple of naked jungle girls we have. Let's tie them up and think of a penalty for them!"
"Think they're too young to tie like proper jungle girls?" said Wendy loudly.
"Prob'ly," said Mona. "They look like just little jungle girls. Maybe we should tie them like children."
"No!" came the voice from under the bridge. "We're proper jungle girls, tie is up right please." The game was becoming delightful. Mona and Wendy unraveled the ropes from around their skirt belts and dragged their captives up onto the bank. From experience, Mona and Wendy tied them in less than a minute! First the wrists behind the back; then the elbows drawn together tightly; then the waist rope, around and down through the sex lips and up in back to the elbow ropes. The latter rope was pulled tight of course so that it properly split the fleshy lips and couldn't be seen at all between the bottom cheeks until it came out the top of them.
"Ohh," said Felicity, "is this how jungle girls are tied? Rather thrilling, and very naughty, I must say. But then again, it seems proper to tie a girl this way . . . makes her know she's a girl!"
Mona looked at Wendy. How many times had they heard those words at Avondale? Yet, here was a moppet in her first bondage saying the same thing! Well, what else could a girl say? It did indeed make one know she's a girl.
"Well, jungle captives, you've been captured," said Mona. "Next time you'll have to hide better won't you? Are you ready to be tortured?"
"Yes," said Penny eagerly, loving the game. But something odd was happening to Penny. And Felicity too. They couldn't place it. They felt funny and it was a new feeling. But it was a very likeable feeling indeed, in fact, rather exciting! What was causing it, they wondered? Mona and Wendy could have told them how girls felt the first time they were bound naked in front of other girls . . . and sentenced to punishment!
"What shall we do to these jungle women?" asked Mona.
"Well, we could cut off their toes ... or maybe pull out their tongues!" said Wendy, pretending strict seriousness.
"Perhaps five hundred whip lashes apiece," said Mona. "Jungle girls are lovely to flog you know."
The gullible captives gasped, their eyes bulging in their naivete.
"Let's cut off their nipples and make them eat them in front of each other."
Felicity nearly fainted, and the sisters were hard pressed to stifle their smiles.
"Well, if they're proper jungle women like they claim, those are proper penalties indeed," continued Mona. "On the other hand they do look rather young. Perhaps they are only girls after all, and should be tortured like girls rather than women. Perhaps if they got on their knees and asked to be tortured like young girls . . . and promise to let us teach them something afterwards. ..."
Felicity and Penny crashed to their knees as one. They had fully believed their taunting captors.
"Oh, please. Torture us like girls . . . we're not really who we said we were . . . we're very young jungle girls indeed!"
"If you're going to traipse around in the jungle with bare tits and bare cunnies, like women, then you should expect to be tortured like women when caught," teased Wendy.
"Oh, we're ever so sorry to have run naked. Please torture us lightly. And you can teach us, whatever it is, afterwards."
"Humph!" said Mona. "Still think we should cut off their nipples, but maybe we should hang the older one up by her thumbs for awhile. The little one . . . well ... we could always pull those few hairs out of her cunny. But they'll have to ask us properly 'course or we'll do the other things to 'em."
"Please, huntress," said Penny, "hang me by my thumbs."
"Pull the hair from my cunny, please," said Felicity, blushing. She looked adorable when she blushed.
"Crikey!" said Felicity when she saw Penny stretched nicely from a tree branch. "Never saw a girl tied like that. Must hurt the thumbs right awful. Funny ... it certainly makes Penny look . . . very lovely."
Penny squirmed deliciously in her ropes. She had thought it would hurt more than it did. It was uncomfortable naturally, but the discomfort was overshadowed by a strong sexual awareness which had suddenly become acute. Hanging naked by my thumbs, she realized, in front of other girls? It made a girl feel . . . rather tingly, and the nipples were very erect.
4 Suddenly Penny felt something strange running down one thigh, and she knew where the liquid came from.
"My God," she gasped to herself. "I enjoy being tortured. I can't believe it." Yet, when she looked upwards at her bound thumbs, she knew it was true indeed.
Felicity was tied to a tree and Wendy plucked the few innocent tendrils of hair from her sex. There were only six or seven.
"There, that's much better," said Wendy. "Look like a little girl again. Can't have you growing up, can we?"
Felicity and Penny were tied to two tree trunks very loosely, and facing each other. They were but a foot or two apart.
"Gonna leave you here while we go to lunch," said Mona. "Best to tie you together by your nips while we're gone, of course."
"By our nipples?" asked Felicity.
" 'Course, Felicity," said Wendy. "Jungle girls are always bound together by their nips you know."
"Really?" said Penny. "Makes sense I guess." The two captives weren't quite prepared for the mouths of their captors applied to their nipples however.
"Hey!" said Felicity. "That's rather cheeky isn't it?"
"Not at all," said Mona. "You're not women yet, n' you don't have full-grown nipples. Have to get 'em up a bit . . . else how can we get the cords round them?"
"Never thought of that," said Penny. "Makes sense."
When the cords were tied between the girls, Mona stood back to enjoy the lovely scene.
"Now, pull 'em tight as you can. Lean back 'gainst your trees. That's the ticket. Good!" The soft young nipples were stretched delightfully.
"When we come back from lunch we 'spect to find you just like that. Don't you dare slacken the cords. Good for nips to be stretched for an hour or two," said Wendy. "By summer's end you'll really have some proper nips you will."
"Ooh, that would be smashing," said Penny. "We won't dare move."
Mona and Wendy went happily off, thrilling over their innocently naive playmates.
"Back again!" said Mona, as she and Wendy came through the trees. "How are the jungle captives doing now?"
"We haven't moved a bit," said Felicity.
"Well, then, time to be untied," said Mona with a gleam in her eye. "Guess it's time for you two to make love."
"Make love?" exclaimed Penny. "Really you are spoofing . . . aren't you? We've never done anything like that! Our mothers didn't tell us anything 'bout those kinda games. Really ... we just couldn't! Girls make love with boys, not with other girls you know."
"Well, sometimes in the jungle there aren't too many boys around, n' girls just have to make do," said Mona with a most serious face.
"Oh," said Felicity.
"Oh," said Penny. "Well ... if that's the way it is in the jungle then . . . but we really don't know what to do . . . I mean . . . how do girls . . . you know?"
"It's real easy," said Wendy. "Don't have to teach girls that. It just comes natural for a girl to know what to do. You'll see! Now, Felicity, you lie down on your back . . . that's the girl. . . and Penny you get on all fours right over her . . . back to front . . . now spread your legs so that your cunny is close to Felicity's face . . . n' you bend down and put your face next to her cunny . . . that's it . . . good girls! Now just do what comes natural!"
Wendy was of course right. Even virgin girls knew what to do. Or at least they guessed. Two pink tongues began to search out very, very tentatively, at first licking lightly the warm lips they found, then slowly disappearing into the entrance found between them. The woods were very silent and the soft gasps were most evident to Mona and Wendy. There was nothing so thrilling as the very first moans of two girls together. Especially the first time in their lives! The tongues became more active ... it was simply natural . . . and the wetness appeared quickly, making the licking an audible thing now. It was only a minute or two before the captives lurched and screamed aloud.
"Cor! Is that what an orgasm is?" squealed Penny. "Oh . . . it's smashing!"
"Well, not too bad for first-time jungle girls," said Mona. "Came rather quick though, of course. You'll learn to pace yourselves better as you grow up."
"Ooooh," said Felicity. "That was ever so nice . . . n' girls taste so good!" Felicity wiped off her mouth with her hand.
"May we do it to you!" asked Penny of Mona and Wendy. "Like to see if girls taste different."
"Well, that's a very naughty request for a captive, Penny!" admonished Mona. "Besides, Wendy and I are very proper girls n' all. We don't do that kind of thing very often." Mona crossed her fingers behind her back for telling a fib.
"Oh, please let us," said Felicity. "After all, we're supposed to be your slaves n' all. . . it's only right for us to show our love and respect for you."
"Weeeellll, guess it would be all right, just this once," said Mona. "After all, we are supposed to be 'training' you, aren't we? Guess your mothers would expect us to do a proper job of it. Tell you what. We'll let you, if you let us show you a game afterwards. Called Penalty and Reward it is. Lotsa fun!"
Felicity and Penny weren't very adept yet of course, especially after the girls of Avondale, but they did their best and they excited Mona and Wendy through their sheer enthusiasm and immature licking. Having a "first-time" girl was very exciting to another girl, just as having a virgin would be to a boy. Mona and Wendy climaxed nicely, of course.
The sisters hung Felicity and Penny from the same tree branch, face to face, thighs to thighs. They removed their skirt belts, and Wendy stood behind Felicity with Mona behind Penny.
The belts whistled into the firm bottoms with resounding "splats." The captives squealed, and lurched into one another deliriously.
"You see," said Mona, "where Penalty and Reward gets its name? The penalty is the hurt of the belt on your bottoms. The reward which follows is, of course, the privilege and pleasure of squirming into each other! Feels very nice it does, doesn't it then? 'Specially when the girls are wet like you both are n' all. Nothin like rubbing 'gainst a wet girl! How does it feel, jungle girls?"
The belts continued their resounding smacks in a steady rhythm.
Mona and Wendy were pleased with the spanking. The bottoms were nicely crimson, and some of the welts would last a few days indeed. The wetness the spanking had produced was also most pleasing on the thighs of Felicity and Penny. Girls were so very reliable. One could just count on them getting wet when spanked!
"Oh, mother," beamed Wendy in the garden where Lady Phillips was sunning nude, "we've had such fun with Felicity and Penny! Look how well we've trained them in just one day!"
Mona and Wendy had come bouncing happily up the lawn, with Felicity and Penny in tow behind them. Their arms were tied behind them and the sisters led them with nipple cords.
"Very nice, Wendy," said Lady Phillips. "I'm glad they're fun for you. Maybe now I will have some semblance of peace!"
"Look what we've trained 'em to do, mother!" said Mona proudly. "Show your appreciation for being captured, jungle girls!" Felicity and Penny sank to their knees before their captors, and their tongues laved the waiting sex.
"Excellent," said Lady Phillips. "Indeed it is. Lovely progress in one day. See you've used your belts on their bottoms quite nicely too! So glad the four of you can play so nicely together. Will you come again next Friday, Felicity and Penny? You're most welcome here."
"Oh, thank you very much, Lady Phillips," said Penny. "It's very kind of you. We'd love to come again. We had lots of fun today and learned all kinds of things we did. Learned all about girls loving girls in the jungle, and would you believe, we had our very first climaxes! Oh, it was ever so thrilling!"
"Got our very first whipping too," said Felicity. "Made us feel ever so grown up it did. 'Course it was only with skirt belts this time, but our huntresses said next time they'd show us the cane and a proper whip. Can you imagine, at our age? We're very excited about it."
Lady Phillips laughed. "What's all this jungle and huntresses talk, Mona?"
"Oh, it's a new game we made up, mother. Tell you 'bout it later."
Felicity and Penny took their leave, after first securing the promise of Mona and Wendy that they could play Jungle Captives again the next time.
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"Off you go, into the woods!" said Wendy on the next Friday. She and Mona watched with delight as the slim bottoms disappeared into the trees. The game was so exciting! The thrill of going girl-hunting with rope and whip was most appealing. It was sensuous to look for the naked girls knowing what pleasures they would bring when found. Wendy and Mona had decided to be naked huntresses as well, which brought squeals of delight from Penny and Felicity. The very naughtiness of it was intriguing. Imagine naked girls hunting naked girls!
This time, to make the game more exciting, Mona and Wendy had told them their punishments before the hunt began.
"You're much older jungle girls now," said Mona. "You've had one week's experience, so you should be punished like nice big jungle girls. You'll have your hair cut off, if caught this time, n' 'course it's time you were whipped proper."
"With real women's whips?" asked the two incredulously.
" 'Course," said Wendy. "Jungle girls need real whippings, 'sides it's no more than Mona and I received at Avondale, every week."
"Really? Every week! Cor!" said Felicity. "But why are girls whipped?"
"Silly!" said Mona. "Just 'cause they're girls! Girls are simply whipped. No one questions it. Girls are whipped because they are girls, that's all."
"Oh," said Felicity. "Well, we better hide proper, Penny. Don't really want my hair cut off. . . it's nice n' long now."
The jungle girls hid in a mulberry bush beyond the stream, huddling together in the foliage. They could hear the huntresses far off in the woods cracking their whips for effect.
"Ooh," said Felicity. "Listen to their whips! If we get found that's gonna be our pelts that make the noise! Keep ever so quiet, Penny."
'Felicity?" whispered Penny.
"Yes?"
"I feel all kinda . . . sexy. I mean them coming naked looking for us with whips n' everything. I kinda want to be found, and kinda not, all at once!"
"Think I'm gettin wet," whispered Felicity. "Don't talk about it."
Mona had thought the mulberry bush a likely possibility, and she was not surprised to find them there.
"Well, look here," she exclaimed, "two jungle women with nice long hair! They'll just simply have to lose it. Good way to shame jungle women I've heard! Come out of the bush, time for those wrists and elbows to be tied!"
"Fud!" said Felicity. "Thought we had a good hidin' place. Well . . . guess jungle women need to be tied! C'mon Penny."
"Tie you like real women, this time," said Mona sternly. "Not little girl tying. Female isn't tied proper unless she yelps when you do it."
Penny and Felicity did indeed yelp. The wrist and elbow ropes were pulled tight into the flesh and the breast rope nearly disappeared into the soft mounds. The waist rope was brought up into the sex with strength so that it was pulled up to the very top of the split lips.
"Now that's the way to tie a jungle girl!" said Wendy. "She should have rope marks on her arms for days and days if it's done properly!"
"Crikey!" said Penny. "Must admit, Felicity, we are tied quite something, aren't we?"
"I'll say! Well, guess if you're gonna tie a girl. . . might as well be done right."
"Let's take our catch back to camp for their penalty," said Wendy. "Get the nipple cords on 'em."
The camp was the lawn near the pond. Lady Phillips was swimming in the cool water, for the day was warm. She waved a greeting to the four girls. The captives were untied and ordered to sit together on the stone bench, while Mona fetched the scissors from the house. She returned with two pair.
"Guess we're gonna lose our hair, Felicity," said Penny.
"Yep. Well it's our own dumb fault for getting caught again!"
Mona handed a scissors to each girl.
"Lot more exciting n' sexy if you do it to each other," commanded Mona. "Do a proper job now, nice and short!"
For some reason, since time began, the sight of a female being shorn of her hair was terribly erotic. There was no explanation for it. It just was. In many lands women and girls had been shorn in public for punishment. For the watching males it was very arousing. . . perhaps as much, or more so, than seeing a female stripped and flogged. For the watching females it was also sexually arousing, for they could share the emotions of the victim and knew how they would feel in her place. For the female victim, the emotion was most intense. Most would have been much more willing to have been publicly whipped. The intense degradation was beyond description, and often produced sexual climax.
Mona and Wendy had remembered the wetness which most of the girls had admitted to when the two girls had been balded at Avondale, and eagerly had agreed to have the same punishment done to their jungle captives. They wouldn't bald them though. Just nice and short like a boy.
Cutting each other's hair was much more sexual than having it done to them. When a girl is bound and shorn it is one thing, but to have two girls do it voluntarily to each other at the same time is quite something else! The scissors snipped and snapped as Felicity and Penny reached into each other's long brown hair. The clumps and hanks flew about and fell onto naked breasts and thighs.
"Cor," whispered Mona. "I'm really gettin' wet from watching this bit!"
"Not any wetter than me," said Wendy.
Felicity and Penny didn't talk about it, but they were wetting the stone bench. The last snip died away. They looked like boys with girls' bodies.
"Well done, jungle captives!" clapped Wendy. "Ready to be whipped like jungle women now?"
"Yes," offered Penny.
"Jungle women usually ask to be whipped y'know. It's their penalty for gettin' captured," said Mona.
"Please, may we be whipped?" asked Felicity. "We shouldn't have allowed ourselves to be caught.''
The captives were hung by their thumbs from the oak tree near the grape arbor, Penny closer to the trunk and Felicity further out along the branch. Their nipples made the proper and expected response to the discomfort.
"They look like awfully young jungle girls to me," said Mona. "Much too young to whip like women. Perhaps we should just give them a few flicks."
Mona guessed correctly. Their pride was substantial.
"No!" said Penny. "Whip us proper! How can we ever grow up to be proper jungle women if you treat us like babies?"
The game was innocent and fun for Penny and Felicity. It was just games that girls played. Even the word "whip" was taken lightly, for the two moppets had no experience from which to measure its true meaning. Whipping was just something girls did to each other apparently. It certainly couldn't hurt.
The simultaneous lashes upon the bare backs of Felicity and Penny brought twin gasps and looks of surprise. By the fifth lash they had begun to realize that the game was not all fun and play! By the tenth lash they were squirming from their thumb ropes and their howls could be heard in the pond by Lady Phillips. It hurt more than they had imagined, yet when they were given a brief rest, that strange and unique quality of girls took hold. It really wasn't unbearable and it did make a young girl feel very mature to be whipped like a real woman!
The twin whips swished now into tight round bottoms, making their hips swivel. The dozen lashes there brought the expected lovely moans of hurt from Penny and Felicity.
What fun to be girls! thought the sisters. Nothing could be more exciting than to whip or cane a pretty bare bottom, especially for the first time as in the case of Felicity and Penny. It was indeed akin to the taking of a virgin. And such delightful sounds girls made when being whipped! How could a girl not be aroused when whipping another?
"You should see your backs and buns!" said Mona to the hanging captives. "Wowee . . . properly striped they are too! Wait 'til your mums see you when you get home!"
Mona winked at Wendy.
"Well, guess that's enough for our jungle girls! Usually in the jungle they whip a captive's breasts too, of course. A captive woman feels very slighted and ashamed if her tits aren't whipped properly. Other women laugh at her and call her a baby! Takes a real woman to want the whip on 'er tits it does. 'Course these two captives are much too young."
The gullibility of Penny and Felicity was precious in its sweet innocence.
"We are not too young!" It was more of a pout than a comment.
"Then, speak up, jungle captives! Act like women!" admonished Wendy.
"Please whip our tits like jungle women," said Penny. "Whip 'em good and hard so we know we're women and not little girls!"
"Well, that's much better that is," said Wendy. "Perhaps there's hope for these two yet to grow up. It'll hurt y'know . . . aim for the nipples we do."
"Naturally," said Penny. "Expected that. Well, fire away then!"
It is thought in some quarters that a girl should not be breast-whipped until she reaches perhaps eighteen or twenty. Yet, in truth, it is not really so. The full mature breasts of a woman present a much larger and softer target and thus are more prone to damage and hurt than the hard tight breasts of a moppet which swell only slightly from her chest. In fact, for some of the younger ones, like Felicity, it is almost like whipping her back. Full breasts make a rather odd, dull sound when lashed, but immature, flat ones make a cracking noise the same as back or bottom. It is the nipples that present the problem. A mature woman's nipples are stronger and thicker and can accept the whip well, but a girl's tender nipples suffer much discomfort under whip punishment. So, in a sense, a young girl has an advantage and a disadvantage when being breast-whipped.
There was not much question that the captives were hurting under the sisters' whips. Breast-whipping was not much fun they decided, especially those lashes which caught the nipples perfectly! So they squirmed and wiggled and said "oww" very loud, yet they knew somehow that females should be breast-whipped, and that they certainly weren't the only girls in the world who had felt the braided leather snapping across their swollen nipples. And their nipples were swollen to near double size.
Mona and Wendy played a game with their whips. At Avondale, Puff and Amanda had thought it up during the winter, and it was played when breast-whipping a girl. Usually another girl kept score. No points were given if the breasts were missed completely, the stroke being too high or too low. If the lash caught both breasts, one point was awarded. If one nipple was hit, two points were given, and if the stroke was perfectly across both nipples, three points were scored! A whipper was given ten chances to score as high as possible. At Avondale a monthly winner was announced and the girl treated to a special ice cream pie. Jennifer had scored twenty-three one time on Mona and Mona's nipples were too sore for even her rings, for one whole day afterwards.
So, Wendy and Mona played the game with Felicity and Penny. It was rather a silly girl-game but it was fun. The whips snapped and the sisters tried to outdo each other, unmindful of their captives' howls.
"Whoopee, a three-pointer!" yelled Mona.
"Blast, just got one of her nips that time!" pouted Wendy. And so it went.
Penny and Felicity hung panting. Perspiration trickled down their armpits. Breast-whipping was grown-up stuff indeed, they realized!
"Blimey, that hurt some, it did," said Felicity. "But guess it hurts every girl to be whipped on the tits, or she wouldn't be whipped there."
"Very clever thinking," teased Penny. "You're ever so smart you are to put two and two together!"
"Oh, shush," laughed Felicity.
"Well," said Wendy. "Not bad for jungle girls' first whipping. Rather mild though, it was, but not bad. Shame they're too young to finish off properly."
"Finish off?" asked Felicity. "Crikey, you've whipped our backs, our bottoms, our tits and our nipples! We're hurtin' all over. Where else can a girl be whipped?"
"Well, of course real jungle girls always take two on their cunnies to remind them that they are female," said Mona. "It's rather a custom in most of the jungle countries."
"Really?" asked Penny, her eyes innocently wide. "Well, we've gone this far, might as well finish it off right. Otherwise we can't say we've really been whipped proper. What do you think, Felicity?"
"Right by me," answered Felicity. "Won't hurt my cunny any worse than yours."
The whips whistled up between their legs and produced such a surprising hurt that it left the captives speechless. In fact, their yowl from the first lash was so delayed that it didn't escape until the second lash had been given! Their frantic squirming did not begin until Mona and Wendy had already put down the whips; then the reaction began.
As Mona and Wendy untied their captives they gave them delightful kisses upon the mouth.
"If it will make you feel any better," said Wendy, "at Avondale we usually took six or eight between the legs."
If ever there were looks of admiration in the eyes of two girls it was most apparent now! Mona and Wendy must be goddesses!
"Cor," said Penny. "Six ... or eight? You must be the most fantastic girls in the whole world!"
"Nope," laughed Mona. "We're just regular girls n' all ... but very nicely trained. Girls can be trained to enjoy most anything, y'know!"
"Well, we must be running on home now," said Felicity. "Can't wait 'til our mothers see our haircuts and our whip marks. They'll probably cry when they see our heads, but it'll all grow back again. Know they'll be proud of our welts, us bein' so mature n' all. 'Fore we go though, wonder if it would be all right if Penny and I. . . well, the whipping did get us rather hot and bothered y'know . . . I mean . . . could we . . . with you. . . ? We'll do it much better than last week I'm sure. May we?"
"Well, if you insist," said Mona. "Mind doing it down by the pond so mother can watch?"
"Not at all," said Felicity. "Not at all."
Chapter Twelve
It was fun playing the jungle games with Penny and Felicity, and the four happy girls looked eagerly ahead to Fridays when they could have their naked hunts in the woods. Penny and Felicity took to the whip well, and on some occasions were made to whip each other for their penalty. For the new initiates into this highly exciting adventure it was sheer sexual delight. Best of all was being pulled along by their nipple cords back to "camp" where they knew a whipping awaited them. The emotion of heading for camp to be whipped was almost as much fun as the whipping itself. Penny liked the sound a whip made when it kissed a girl. The loud cracking retort was exciting. Felicity enjoyed the feeling of being hung up naked by other girls, for she was very young and nudity was still new to her. How lovely it was to be so totally naked in her bondage!
It was July, and Penny and Felicity were making their last visit. Both were going off to Girl Guides camp for August, so on this occasion their understanding mothers allowed them to spend the weekend at Cumberland House instead of just Friday.
Lady Phillips was knitting sweaters for Mona and Wendy and sat in her parlor after dinner. The girls were in the library playing games with the cane. What a blessing were Felicity and Penny, she had realized many times! It occupied her daughters so nicely. She could hear the swish-thunk of the willow cane from the library, and the various squeals and "ows." They did play so well together!
The caning suddenly stopped, and Wendy came down the hall. "Having fun, dear?" asked Lady Phillips. "Oh, yes, mother, lots and lots! The four of us are taking turns caning each other, 'til everyone gives and gets from each. I'm being caned by Penny now, but I have to go to the bathroom, so there's time out for a minute. Look at my bottom, isn't it precious . . . the marks I mean?"
Wendy went back down the hall after she had gone to the powder room and the sound of the cane echoed once again as she resumed her turn. Lady Phillips enjoyed Wendy's yowls. Within the hour the four happy nymphets ran hand in hand up the stairs to the bedroom, waving goodnight to Lady Phillips. The four flashing bottoms were covered with blue-red stripes. Before Lady Phillips heard the silence of sleep from the exhausted girls, she heard an hour or two of happy squeals and gasps of love. The evening was cool, so Lady Phillips trudged upstairs to cover the sleeping girls. They looked adorable all cuddled up in each other's arms asleep. She pulled the blankets about them and, using her handkerchief, tenderly wiped the sticky girl-fluid from each of their mouths and chins. The moppets were so tired they hadn't even wiped their faces after licking!
The hunt on Saturday was special. Mona had enlisted the services of Bobby and Jamie, two delightful young farmboys of long acquaintance, to accompany Wendy and Mona on the hunt. For the occasion, of course, the sisters had decided that they should wear clothes, but promised the lads that they would indeed find two naked virgins hiding somewhere! If the boys would give the girls a proper raping, they could stay and watch the lovely penalties visited upon them. The boys, of course, were not about to turn down such an offer. The chores could wait. For Penny and Felicity, the excitement was electric as they bounded off through the woods to hide.
This time it was a perch behind a huge boulder.
"You're captured, jungle girls!" said Mona with glee. "We've got some jungle boys with us today, n' course in the jungle, boys are supposed to rape jungle girls if they are silly enough to get caught. Only natural!"
It was rather fun watching the virgins being taken in the grass and Mona and Wendy clapped in joy when they saw the slight trickles of blood spew forth.
Oooh, look, Wendy," squealed Mona, "they've been opened!"
"Give it to 'em good, Bobby and Jamie!" yelled Wendy happily.
Watching Felicity and Penny being taken was delightful, of course, but not as much fun as when they heard the boys moan in climax. For that meant that the boys' emissions were being put into the girls' bodies, and it was an exciting moment. Made pregnant ... or not? That was always the best part of it, and the chance that girls would have to take. It was part of the game, of course, just as it was at Avondale. Jamie and Bobby lived up to their promises to do a proper job, next taking the girls in the bottom, and finally in inexperienced but eager mouths.
It was rather special to be bound and whipped in front of boys for the first time, and Felicity and Penny rather overdid their "owws" and yelps to impress them. Most obviously, the still nude Bobby and Jamie rose again, but Mona felt that they had had their reward for services rendered.
Sunday was a beautiful day and the four swam in the pond, playing girl-love games. On the grassy bank afterwards, Felicity and Penny traced their slim fingers over the brand marks on the upturned cheeks of Mona and Wendy. The sisters had explained about the brands the first time Penny and Felicity had seen them naked, and their two friends had listened with awe and intense admiration. And of course, with envy.
"Please brand us," said Felicity suddenly.
The girl's request was surprising, but then again, natural. Girls became very envious of each other at times. Mona talked softly and lovingly for a long time, explaining the significance of being branded. Certainly, Felicity and Penny had come a long way in a few weeks, and were well on their way to a lovely girlhood. But they had not been thoroughly and completely trained to merit a brand. It had taken other girls a full term at training school. Besides, they knew not yet the full meaning of being in love with a particular and chosen girl. No, branding could not be given so loosely. It was definitely out. But there was something that they had earned.
Mona and Wendy ran to the house, and when they returned the shiny rings dangled from their nipples. Felicity and Penny had noticed the holes in their huntresses' nipples many times, but considered it too improper and personal to ask about them. Now they knew what Avondale girls wore! If the other attributes of Mona and Wendy had impressed Felicity and Penny, the rings were the ultimate of envy! They had naturally heard of girls being ringed at training schools in England, so they weren't in awe of that. It was the utter size of the rings! Mona and Wendy were most certainly goddesses!
"Would you like to be ringed?" asked Mona. "We have some extras we copped from Avondale."
"Oh, would you . . . could we . . . ohh!" Penny was spinning in dreamland.
It couldn't be a proper ceremony of course, but Mona and Wendy had put lovely white petticoats on the girls before binding them to the same birch tree. After all, it was rather a special day for them! Wendy would do Felicity, and Mona would do Penny. The recipients squirmed in delight against their ropes.
Young nipples are no match for the piercing tool, and Wendy and Mona found that the tool slithered through easily. Almost like a knife through butter. Felicity and Penny threw back their heads in a frenzy of sexual response as their tips were cleanly holed. The rings were put in, and felt like lead weights to the squirming moppets. It was far more than their inexperienced emotions could quite properly bear and, with flaring nostrils, they shrieked in orgasm. They were untied, and before they even began to explore their new rings, they threw their arms around Mona and Wendy, and kissed them for fully five minutes in gratitude!
"Afraid I've got your petticoat all wet inside," said Felicity. "Just came all over it, I did."
"Not to worry, darling," said Wendy. "Be odd if you didn't."
