"We have a cute custom here with new slaves," said Jan. "You have taken twenty, and it is all that is required at your first whipping. However, you may elect to take more. It is rather a tradition for a first-time girl to have her panties whipped off.
That is why you were allowed to wear them for this whipping. It will take about fifteen more lashes to strip you completely. This is not required however, and if you have had enough then I will stop right now, and hold no claim against you, nor think less of you. The choice is yours, but you must instruct me, slave Pamela."
Pamela shook her head and her auburn hair whisked across her shoulders. She could take no more. Perhaps after weeks of experience, but not on her first whipping. Tears filled her eyes from the emotional position she had been put into. She glanced at some of the girls seated on the floor in front of her, trying to find the answer, but they purposely looked away. The choice had to be hers.
It was a judgment of some importance, obviously.
A repeat of what she had just taken would be unbearable… far too much for her first time. Yet, should she request no further punishment, what would the girls think of her? How many of them had asked for more? All of them? None of them? If most or all of them had, would they think her a baby and not share their love with her? More of the terrible hurt, or the love and respect, of her peers?
"Mistress Jan, please whip my panties off!" she said clearly. The decision had been made, now she must pay for it. Yet, as she looked at the girls, she saw that they had all turned their faces towards her, and there were looks of love and admiration upon them. Two or three blew little kisses to Pamela, including Donna. Pamela swelled with pride. The decision had been right!
The first searing lash made Pamela snap her head back, and the second made her yelp like an animal. Jan was whipping her much harder than before. Despite the agony of the whip, Pamela nearly smiled in a remembrance that she had nearly decided that morning to wear her tiniest bikini panties, but instead had put on a normal pair. How much quicker the job could have been done if she had worn the little pants!
It was then that Pamela began to learn about girls, and the unique creatures that they are. For as Jan's cat stripped the nylon shreds from her tortured bottom, the other girls began to vocally en- courage Jan, and cheer as each piece of panty flew into the air.
"Whip her harder, mistress Jan!"
"Righ to, make her scream!"
"Let's see her bawl like a baby!"
"How's it feel to lose your pants, baby?"
Pamela nearly wept. Had she misjudged these girls? Were they nothing more than little sadists?
How could they ask Jan to whip her harder? Pamela would find the answers to these questions sooner than she thought.
Pamela had no idea of how many more lashes she took, as she lay against the frame in a semi-stupor of hurt and confusion. She was aware of cheering after an eternity, and of the other girls untying her, and kissing her ears and lips. Several put their arms around her and helped her to walk. She looked down and saw that her panties were gone entirely.
Despite her hurt, and despite the stunning things the girls had said to encourage her whipping to a greater level, she knew that, the girls did love her now. They talked t,o her, and hugged her, and kissed her, as they. led her to a clear spot on the floor.
Lisa, a pert and pretty blonde, put Pamela on her belly upon the carpet.
"Good girl, Pam! We all love you, y'know. We think you're smashing. You'll soon find why we urged Jan on. Now, just lie there, propped up on your elbows hon, and Ginny and I will rub some body salve on your poor ass… makes it feel lots better… you'll love us for it. I know! You just lie there and enjoy Donna's turn and we'll take care of that pretty little bottom of yours;"
Pamela's eyes moistened from the cool feel of the lotion on her welted bottom, She had never felt such love and caring from other girls. Their very soft hands were like those of angels, ministering to her wounds. It wasn't really the soothing effect of the salve that made her nearly purr in relief, but it. was the feel of those loving and tender hands upon her flesh. At that moment Pamela began to know girls and their funny ways. They had cheered her whipping, yet now tended to her with love and kindness. In that moment Pamela began to know that she was in love with the female gender forever more, and that she would always love girls… in every way possible.
Pamela's mind was nearly dizzy from trying to absorb all of the new feelings and emotions that she had experienced during the last twenty-four hours. She had felt more, and learned more, about herself, and girls, in one day than she had in her entire life. And for the most part, these new emotions and sexual responses were very, very pleasant indeed! She never had had a desire for girls.
Until now. And it was very strong. She was virgin to rope and whip before yesterday, yet now she felt their impact upon her emotions, and she liked what she felt.
As Pamela lay upon the floor, her chin propped up in her hands, the full realization finally came to her that she had been whipped! She had been whipped like thousands before her, and she felt proud and glad to be called female. Now that it was over, her feelings became sensual to know that she had indeed been whipped. Not like a schoolchild… but like a woman. Pamela suddenly gasped as she felt a surge of wetness between her legs, brought on partially by the thought of her whipping, and partly by the feel of those beautiful hands soothing her inflamed bottom cheeks. One of the girls behind her had lovingly used a handkerchief to wipe Pamela's wetness away so as to not go onto the carpet. Pamela turned her head to see which girl had been so thoughtful and tender to think of doing such a thing. Abby winked at her. Was there no limit as to what these girls would do for each other? thought Pamela. If not, then why should I care if they do get kicks out of seeing me whipped!
They're worth it… all of them!
Pamela was not surprised when yet another new pleasure came to her. Nothing she felt or did would surprise her now. The new pleasure, of course, was watching Jan's cat burning its way across Donna's bottom in front of her. The pleasure was immense, now that her whipping was over, There was nothing to do but enjoy what she saw, now that she was on the outside looking in. Pamela felt her arousal growing again. She felt almost like a harem girl in an erotic scenario! Imagine, she thought, lying here watching a girl being whipped while two others used lotion on my own bottom. Such things were only possible in books… and at Avondale!
Suddenly she did not feel guilty or ashamed to realize that she was very much,enjoying seeing a girl being whipped. And she was enjoying Donna's moans and cries of hurt too! The honesty here was totally pure, she realized. If girls were whipped here at Avondale, and they were, then why not enjoy it?
It would be so much more fun than trying to pretend that it wasn't exciting! A girl being whipped knew that it was arousing to others, and it made her feel good to at least realize that her suffering brought joy to her sister slaves. What a fantastic and beautiful philosophy! A girl could please an- other not only with tongue, but with supplying her body to the whip so that the other could become aroused! What a unique and magnificent love girls must have for each other! These unbelievably stunning thoughts were now entering Pamela's mind.
Imagine loving a girl so much that another would ask her if she would like to be given pleasure by mouth, or in watching her hurt and whipped for her personal pleasure!
Pamela never dreamed that she had sadistic- voyeur tendencies within her. Most do not realize it, but they are there. And the lashes upon Donna were pleasing to her, very, very much. She liked Donna's cries of hurt" and she liked the sight of the red-purple welts. She liked the sight of her room- mate's blue panties flying apart under Jan's strokes. She liked those hands ceaselessly rubbing her bottom behind her, She purred when Donna chose the "extra" whipping as she had done. And above all, she found herself yelling, along with the others, for Jan to whip Donna harder! She knew now why the girls did such things. It was an animal-like, but totally honest, desire to see girls hurt as much as possible! It was pure sadism, but magnificently exciting! It was indeed, another form of sex!