Return to Avondale

"You will of course be naked and with your rings on. The women at my bridge club are, shall we say, very discreet. Although their lives are not particu- larly entwined with the things that you and I deal with, they know a good thing when they see it. A wrong word from them here or there, outside of our circle, would result in them being ostracized from further invitations. They are well aware of that.

Besides, they do like to play 'penalty bridge.' It's surprising how many of today's women tend to enjoy such things. Females are peculiar, aren't we?

Avondale isn't the only place where the 'ultimate' pleasures take place, as you will happily find when you return home."

Ravan's lovely estate was but fifteen minutes from Avondale and the drive in i.he Rolls was elegant. The girls had not seen the "outside" for over four months, and they fairly bubbled with delight.

The manor was huge, in the old tradition, yet un- staffed. Ravan's needs were few since most of her hours were spent at Avondale, and the help she did need on occasion was supplied by fortunate Avon- dale inmates. Pamela and Donna were shown to an exquisite bedroom to shower and freshen up.

Ravan handed them a short length of chain.

"Wear only your heels, and fasten the chain be- tween your nose rings. You will serve in tandem."

"Yes, Ravan. Thank you so much." Donna was almost groveling in pride.

When the two come down the staircase an hour later they looked delicious. They were scrubbed clean, and had taken advantage of Ravan's rich cosmetics of lipstick, rouge and eye make-up. Fra- grant lilac powder had been puffed onto their pubic hair. The chain between their noses glistened under the lights from the chandeliers as did the five dangling rings in each of them. As usual they held hands as they walked. They always held hands.

Their heels made beautiful clicks upon the stairs.

Few sounds are as elegant as the high-heeled shoes of a perfect pair of female legs. Ravan stood at the bottom of the staircase, and sighed. Nothing in the world was as perfect as a naked teenage girl fully ringed. They were just all legs and breasts and bot- toms and soft long tresses of hair tumbling on soft shoulders. Their thighs quivered just so slightly when they walked, and separated so beautifully at the top as if to purposely and impudently expose the soft fur which lay there.

"My guests will be here shortly. Prepare the serving trays wit.h wine and coffee in the parlor.

You will find a surprise there. I'm sure that she will explain herself to you. You may not get her to shut

Up.

There was indeed a surprise in t,he parlor!

"Who is it?" exclaimed Pamela in utter surprise.

"You mean what is it" said Donna open- mouthed. "Is it a girl, or an it"

"I'm a girl! Can't, you tell? How can I be an it.?" came the young voice.

"Well you don't look old enough to be a girl, pumpkin," laughed Donna. "Besides, what are you doing hanging by your ankles from a ceiling hook?

You're really quite exposed with your little dress hanging 'round your head, y'know!"

"Well, I am a girl and I'm not that young, I'm eleven and I'm hanging like this because I got bad grades at primary school again and I deserve it and .I'm Ravan's daughter and my name is Kiki and

I'm not really exposed, I have panties on as you can see and I'm gonna get caned again for my grades and I deserve that too and mother is going to cane me in front of her bridge club and I suppose you too and it's the very first time I've been caned in front of anyone else and everyone's gonna see my underpants and me howling and mother says

I'm old enough to be caned in front of others now and it makes me feel tingly and I think my pants are wet right now and you look all upside down to me but I can see you haven't a stitch on which means you're girls from Avondale and all full of rings again which I think is gorgeous in a girl and I wish I was old enough to be ringed but someday I will because mother promised and how can you serve if you're all hooked together by your pretty noses and…"

"Hold it! Whoa! Crikey, you're like a parrot!" laughed Pamela. "You mean Ravan canes you,

Kiki? You're awfully young for that."

"Am not. Been caned for a year now. How old does a girl have to be? Bet it hurts you no more than me. Mother told me you were coming, says you two are in love. How can girls be in love? It's only boys, at school."

"It's easy, funny face. You'll find out when you get older," said Donna.

"Will you stop with the 'older' bit!" said Kiki.

"All right, so I don't have any hair on my puss yet.

What's so great about that? I do get wet pants sometimes thinkin' about things and looking at mother's sexy mags."

"You're something else, Kiki," laughed Pamela.

"You are really something else! Now you just hang there and jabber away, but we've got work to do.

By the way, what's those words on your little pants? They're all upside down."

"Says, Souvenir of Majorca. We went there last year on vacation."

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