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Kiss whined up between her legs and nestled into her sex. She whinnied like a horse. Another new emotion swept over her. It wasn't the searing pain, it was being tied so spread and open so that her most intimate place was totally helpless to prevent its punishment. Pamela shrieked at the second stroke and wanted to scream out that girls shouldn't be whipped there. There should be one sacred and inviolate place that would be free from the kiss of a whip. But she knew that girls had no such spot free from punishment. That was why girls were spread and tied like she was. But why a female whipping her there! As a female, Jan must know how it hurts a girl to be whipped there. The answer was again elementary to Pamela… that's exactly why a girl should be entrusted with the task of whipping another there. Because she knew the limits of the recipient at that place, and she knew the hurt!

Pamela took five strokes within her sex, the rub- ber rod splitting apart her lips at each strike, and curling up within her cleft behind to kiss briefly the puckered orifice which lay there. The Angel's

Kiss had taken a few curly bits of fur from

Pamela's patch.

Pamela hurt all over, yet she was still a girl, and had accepted it nicely. Also, because she was a girl, she had been aroused.

Many things contributed to Pamela's sexual con- dition. Things which thousands of women and girls had found before her. The pure ultimate nakedness of her spread suspension. The masochistic agony of the lashes. Her utter helplessness. The violation of her intimate parts by the whip. The knowledge that another female was doing it to her. But most of all, in Pamela's case, it was having Heather and

Kathy sitting there taking in all of her nudity, her personal agony, her cries, her torture. She knew now why other girls were made to watch. It inten- sified a girl's whipping terribly, and made it totally sexual to know that other girls were receiving sexual delight from her punishment! It was like having girls watch when you were raped. All of these things contributed to Pamela's wetness and rising heat.

Jan was most aware of this. The pussy lashes had been the frosting on the cake, naturally. That was why she had saved Pamela's behind for last.

Pamela was nearly there!

The cat swished and flattened its thongs around

Pamela's cheeks. Pamela ignored the hurt. It didn't matter now. She knew she was almost at

Utopia, and the stinging cat;lashes merely intensi- fied it. She looked at Heather and Kathy and moaned, her face flushed. They were still both looking at her whipping, but Heather had her arm around Kathy and was holding a breast. Kathy had her hand down inside Heather's blue panties and

Pamela could hear the squishing noise, The utter knowledge that two girls were totally turned on because of her was the breaking point! She felt it coming.

"Geez… mistress… Jan… don't… stop.'.. whipping… my ass… do it… harder… whip me… hard, Ohhh God…!"

How many thousands of girls and women have climaxed under the whip will never be known. But

Pamela added another name to the list. In fact,

Pamela had fainted.

It wasn't always two other girls who came to take a girl to the whipping suite. Sometimes it was another girl and the recipient's own roommata It made it a surprise and terribly exciting. A few days later Pamela had been appointed by Jan, along with Maryl, to bring Donna for her first real whipping. Pamela was ecstatic because Donna turned her on so. Pamela's parts were moist just from binding Donna's elbows together, They had never tied each other as yet, not watched each other really whipped, except of course at the frame on the bottom. To think that she was actually going to get to watch Donna receive what she had taken a few days earlier!

Pamela couldn't pull Donna along fast enough by her nose-ring lead, so anxious was she, and she made Donna squeak several times from rather cruel tugs which made a thin trickle of blood falI upon Donna's lip.

Pamela sat by the window with Maryl, a sensu- ous young thing, and by the time Jan was halfway through whipping Donna's breasts with the

Angel's Kiss, two pairs of white panties had been peeled off and lay side by side on the floor. Maryl was not reserved by any means, and she was a girl- kisser. Some girls were really into kissing, and she was at Pamela's mouth very quickly. They fondled and they fingered, and they watched Donna writ,he under the breast whipping. And of course, they made each other come. Then they sat back to watch Donna reach Shangri-la. And she did.

Pamela had not really needed Maryl, although she was fun to play with. She would have come anyway, simply by watching her pretty "wife" lashed. It had changed Pamela completely within herself. She had climaxed under the whip and she knew now that she would do so again and again.

And she would climax when watching others whipped.