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 condition. 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 intensified 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 intensified 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 roommate 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 sensuous 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.
Miss Pamela McNee had reached an important level, as all Avondale girls eventually did. It was the unique and beautiful world of sexual masochism and sadism. Either philosophy and condition would please her from this day on. She could be excited from being hurt. She could be excited from watching another girl hurt. Only one area remained virginal to Miss Pamela McNee, age seven- teen. To receive pleasure from hurting another girl herself! It would come soon. Avondale made sure.
Donna was using the strap-on, and Pamela thrashed and squealed under her thrusts. Sandy and Ginny came bounding into the room.
"Oh, look, Gin, Pam's fucking her little wife.How sweet!"
"Hi, Sandy and Ginny," said Pamela.
"Ooooh, she takes every inch, doesn't she!" exclaimed Sandy. "She's a smashing bit, isn't: she … look how she has her legs wrapped around you.Must be nice to be in love. Gin and I may get married too, someday."
"Sure she takes it all," said Pamela. "She's just a beautiful thing, she is! What's up?"
"Wanna play girl-tie?"
"Sure! Just let me finish her off first."
All of the girls played "girl-tie." It was played in a room in the basement. The room had been called the "Pink Room" in the old days because of its soft pink pastel walls and carpeting designed to create a total feminine decor. The Pink Room had been used for more serious bondage and punishments during the more advanced training of young ladies.
It was, in effect, a warm lovely dungeon of sorts without the drawbacks of stone and granite. The room had contained dozens of devices designed to draw the ultimate screams of girls. During the early twenties the Pink Room was shorn of its things, the powers of Avondale having decided that such sophisticated punishments should be conducted in the nurse's lab, by a nurse well trained in both the intricacies of hurting young ladies and in the medical knowledge of just what they could accept without lasting damage.
Most of the hooks, rings, bars, posts and other tying items had been left, however, and modern trainees found the Pink Room perfect for playing girl games. "Girl-tie" had been played for decades.
It was fun, and it could be played by any number of girls from two on up. The rules were simple. Each girl had one turn at tying any other girl of her choice in any manner she desired. When each had had her turn, the girls decided which one had done the most exciting or unusual or painful bondage idea. Each girl thus tried to think of something unique, for there was an incentive to win the game.
The winner could choose any one of the other contestants, and the chosen girl had to eat her dinner that night, in the dining room with her hands tied behind her. Obviously the other girls at dinner enjoyed the spectacle of the poor creature thrusting her messy face into mashed potatoes and soup!
All in all, it was lots of fun.
Ginny's idea was simply elegant, and she had taken the last turn, using Donna as her subject.
The girls had removed their rings before coming downstairs, for the rules of the game required that.
Five rings in a girl made too many easy places to tie her by, and thwarted original ideas. Girls must be naturally nude and ringless.
Pamela had tied Sandy onto a wooden sawhorse, and despite the discomforting hurt to the girl's pussy, it was not really a new idea. Donna had strung Ginny up by one thumb and one big toe from the ceiling and felt that her idea might possibly have a chance of winning. But it was agreed in the end that Ginny's subjection of Donna was the best idea.
Ginny had tied Donna's hands behind her and had then tied a ceiling rope to the wrist rope. This was pulled upwards raising Donna's arms up in back until she was painfully bent forward on her toss. Ginny had then tied cords between Donna's nipples and her big toes, right to right, left to left.
These cords were pulled taut until Donna's nipples were agonizingly stretched. It was a very clever idea, admitted particularly by Donna.
"Crikey," said Donna, "super idea, Gin! If I bend forward to ease the pulling of my nips, my arms go higher in back and hurt like heck. If I try and straighten up to keep my poor arms from breaking, my nips get pulled off, or at least get stretched to heaven knows! Cor! Hate to be left like this for a few hours. I think I'd run out of screams and walk away with the world's longest nipples to boot! I think you win, darling!"