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The three women arrived shortly and were shown into the den by Ravan. Pamela and Donna timed their entrance with wine trays with the com- fortable seating of all four of the older women.

They were well aware of the drawn-in breaths they created.

"Divine, Ravan. Simply divine, as usual."

"Even more lovely than last month. Aren't they precious!"

"Simply ravishing!"

The two girls served the wine, careful not to stray too far apart and earn a painful tug in the nose. They curtsied before each guest and allowed the women to finger their nipple-rings with admira- tion. The women were not really that old, perhaps in their thirties, and quite elegant in their fine dresses.

"There's simply nothing so attractive on young ladies as rings," one said. "Ravan, your locking pin idea is utterly marvelous. Come here, dear," she said to Pamela. "There's really not much nipple left, is there, honey?"

"Not very much, ma'm," answered Pamela.

"More brass than nipple, I'm afraid, yet I'm sure that my nipples could hold even more. Just so long as there's the outside skin left. Thank you ma'm."

"Oh, she's just precious!" gushed the woman.

"You train them so wonderfully."

"Thank you, Phillipa," said Raven quite flat- tered. "Now, as I've promised you, I'm going to cane Kiki before we start the bridge. Her grades have been most dreadful, I'm afraid, and perhaps a sound caning in front of others will have some effect on her. Girls, please get Kiki for me."

"Excellent idea, Ravan," said one guest. "Wish

I had started with my Susan before she grew up so fast. Nothing beats the old-time tradition."

"I have one just nine," said another. "I'm defi- nitely going to start in a couple of years. Good for a girl."

Kiki was brought in in the tow of the two girls.

Ravan asked her to lie over the card table, and bound her ankles and wrists to the metal legs.

"I'm afraid a card table really isn't the best" said Ravan. "It bounces around so when she jumps, but it'll have to do."

Ravan pulled Kiki's skirt up and bunched it around her waist. Kiki's little panties fit, her perfectly. Ravan presented the cane to Kiki's lips and the youngster kissed it.

"I deserve to be caned, dear mother. I think ten strokes would bring my grades up. No, eleven, to match my age. Very hard, of course. It's very hard for me to know that others are watching, and t,hat they can see my panties completely, but perhaps it will take some humiliation to get the message across."

Pamela and Donna were speechless. Words like this from an eleven-year-old?

"Ravan, Kiki is just precious. So well trained," said a guest. "And at so impressionable an age.

You should be proud of her."

"Ready, Kiki?" said Ravan.

"Ready."

The cane whirred and made a sharp crack across a very small bottom. It would have been too much, of course, to expect that so young a creature would withstand the cane with little reaction. Kiki reacted.

"Wowee!" she wailed, and wiggled the whole card table.

The second cut made her head snap backwards.

Kiki was never without something to say.

"Oww! That was a corker! Burns like all get out!"

The eleven strokes were delivered without anger, and without hurry. Kiki thrashed and uttered some type of comment after each one, along with appro- priate yelps, screams and wails. Her thighs and legs were wet with perspiration from the hurt. One could see clearly through her thin nylon pants and the perfect blue-red welts were very visible. Even as Ravan untied her, and made her once more kiss the cane, the precocious child uttered another of her unending comments.

"Well, anyway, the panties helped. Hate to be caned bare-assed!"

Kiki's pants, of course, had been no aid, and

Pamela and Donna laughed at the girl's flippancy.

She was something else! Yet, they held a sincere admiration for Kiki. Eleven strokes of the cane, at her age, was incredible! Pamela and Donna had only had five and had thought that they would faint. Now here was this miraculous moppet taking eleven on a bottom that you could almost hold in your hands, and came up making jokes!

Kiki was not really old enough to turn her on yet, but Pamela had felt the tingly feeling again during the caning, especially when Ravan had brought her slim hips up off the card table with most of the strokes. She might be fun to play with at that!

Kiki left. The muffin hadn't even cried tears!

Pamela and Donna went about their duties as the card game progressed and did not mind at all the occasional pat,s on the rump or feel of a breast.

After all, that's what those lovely pieces of anatomy were there for. Phillipa and Carry had lost and Pamela and Donna were most interested when the two, without a word, had peeled off their blouses and put their hands behind their chairs to be bound by the two winners.