Return to Avondale

Of all the positions a female could possibly he put into, t.he total suspension in the X setting was

by far the most beautiful. Her body is perfectly exposed, every last inch of her, and she is made even more alluring by the forced tautness of arms, legs and breasts. Even her nipples were forced into becoming sharply defined and pointed. One simply had to stand back and admire such a female in this delicious bondage, and Jan did just that.

Pamela had never gotten over the beauty of the whipping suite. It was such a meaningful thing to all the girls brought here. It was true that at

Avondale girls were whipped. Sometimes awfully whipped. But at least it was done in the most beau- tiful environment possible for such a thing, and it helped mentally. Somehow the combination of whip and beauty seemed so natural and so pleas- ant. It would be awful to be whipped in a damp dungeon, thought Pamela. She had been strung up facing the large picture window, which because of the warm summer day, had been slid fully open.

Pamela could see the trees and the lawn, and smell the flowers. It was a perfectly lovely view from the second floor, and nearly gave a girl the feeling that she was outside. Far beyond the distant ivy- covered walls Pamela could hear and see the tops of cars speeding along the highway. Beyond that were hills. Pamela smiled to herself. If someone knew, and sat on the hillside with binoculars focused on this window right now, he or she would catch quite a show!

Kathy and Heather, since they had fetched Pam- ela, were of course rewarded with being allowed to watch. They sat in front of the window facing her, as most girls did who watched. After all, it was the best view of the girl being whipped. All her best parts were in front, and besides, one could enjoy the expressions of hurt on her face each time the whip fell. Not only that, but if the whipped young lady happened to get turned on, one had a nice view of a dripping pussy.

On t,he wall hung three whips, and Jan removed them to show Pamela.

"You're familiar with t,his one of course," she said, holding up the cat. "Or I should say, your ass is familiar with it! Does a nice job, doesn't it?"

"Yes, mistress Jan. Can't sit for a day or two."

"This one is just a good old-fashioned girl whip, or horse-whip, or whatever. Find 'em in barns, dun- geons, anywhere. Had whips like this since time began. Used to whip a girl's back mostly, while the cat is used on bottoms. Now this one is special,"

Jan said, holding up the third one.

It was about two feet long, and looked like a rubber-type bathtub hose of about a half-inch diameter, and hollow. In actuality, it was exactly that.

"This is used on a girl's tits and pussy, Pamela.

Hurts something terrible, but doesn't leave cuts or welts like a regular whip. You see, we've special- ized these days! Special whips for special places.

You're much luckier than girls in the old days who had to be satisfied with just one. Want a puff on my cigarette before I mark up that pretty back?"

Most of the girls smoked, but Pamela and Donna had only started two weeks ago.

"Yes, please, thank you mistress." Jan let her have several puffs.

The first stroke of the leather lash made Pamela jerk in her chains. A streak of fire burned along her back and brought a nice gasp from her lips. Dan didn't make a production out of it. The whip just raised and struck, time after time, in perfect pat- terns across the silken bare back. Pamela sang a song of pain very clearly.

It is funny how even during the hurt of the lashes a girl can think clearly about many things, and how certain emotions and feelings seem to be made clearer. In Pamela's mind, one thought be- came very clear.

I'm actually, really, truly, honestly being whipped like a woman! Like you see in the movies!

Me, Pamela McNee!

It wasn't that it hurt any more than the whip- pings she'd taken on her bottom. It was just… different. It was more mature. Even Iittle girls are punished on their bottoms, but the back… with a leather whip… very, very adult. Thus despite the searing pain, Pamela felt a sense of pride. She felt grown up suddenly, as if she had just had her twenty-first birthday! She was given a dozen.

Jan used a damp towel to wipe away two trickles of blood which had run down almost to the deep valley at her bottom cheeks. Kathy and Heather walked around to Pamela's back so they could see the lovely damage.

"Ooh, Pam, your whip marks are simply smash- ing!" said Heather.

"How nice," said Pamela caustically. "They hurt like hell, too."

Jan whisked the rubber length back and forth and it made a frightening sound.

"Geez," gasped Pamela.

"We call it the Angel's Kiss," said Jan. "Ready to really feel like a female? You'll know you're a girl when I'm done with your tits!"

"I know I'm a girl already," said Pamela. "Don't have to convince me… but, I'm ready."