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Boys do not share this unique situation, even if they too would share such bondage. But girls, and women too, are instilled with a mysterious sister- hood which is fully brought forth by the sharing of punishment. No one has tried to explain this phenomenon, and of course, it really isn't necessary to do so It is just accepted, like the ocean and the sky, and it holds true now as it did in the days of prehistoric society,

It is recorded accurately that when Joan of Arc was held in the dungeon along with another girl, a total stranger such feeling took place. Joan had been flogged, then the other girl, and upon their release from the post, they had fallen into each other's arms and they had shamelessly kissed at length, unmindfull of the surprised jailers.

Thus it was, most of all, the sharing of the punishments which had brought Pamela and Donna to their present love for each other, just as it was for thousands of other female couples undergoing the rigors of training schools in the past. Girl room- mates, or cellmates as it may be, were totally different than boys. Because of the peculiarities of females due to their unique bodily functions and conditions, their intimate part,s suffering the same punishments, and their beautiful concern and caring for each other, they were totally unique. These things came about each day at Avondale among all the girls. One minute they urged the whipping of a loved one, the next they applied lotion to her with tender loving hands. Boys did not concern themselves with each other's hurts and wounds. Girls kissed, and rubbed, and licked each other's hurts away. Pamela and Donna had often used their tongues on each other's streaked bottom flesh after a whipping. What further act of love and caring was there than for a girl to actually lick another's whip stripes to ease the hurt? Like kittens with one another, In Arabian harems it was said that slave girls licked the whip stripes of another, even though she may be complete stranger. Females were endowed with a mysterious desire to care for one another, for men did not tend to their hurts. Is it any question then why females fell in love with one another?

Yet, along with this feeling for each other, females knew that they were created for punishment, and thus who could punish a female better than another female? In medieval times, females were hired and used to torture women and girls in

Inquisition chambers and castle dungeons, for they better knew how to hurt another girl, sharing the same bodily parts and emotions. In Roman times slave girls were often ordered t,o whip another of their sister slaves, and the resulting flogging was far more terrible than if given by the master. It was as if females had a secret agreement to respect each other's pride, and thus one should always punish another harder than a man would.

Or, possibly, it was because a female who had received punishment herself knew just how much another could and should accept.

Pamela and Donna had talked about many of these things in bed far into the nights, as their love grew for each other. One thing they definitely agreed upon. Girls had as much right to fall in love with each other as they did with a boy! Anyway, who made the rules that say a girl must fall in love with a boy? Why? Why do girls have to marry boys? Why can't a girl marry whom she pleases, be it male or female?

These questions were not unusual. They had been asked over and over by Avondale girls since the middle of the nineteenth century. They were recognized by a whole line of staff and head- mistresses as being honest and meaningful concerns. And since the beginning of Avondale, it, had been a custom to answer them in a most beautiful way. In the early days of the school, girls were permitted to be "engaged" to one another, and the

"engagement" was recognized and respected by all the other girls. In the olden days, "fiancees" could be challenged and the two girls who desired the same girl had to settle the question by bare-fist fights in front of all. The fights were bloody and brutal, but in their way, most beautiful because of what they represented.

In modern times, girls at Avondale who fell in love were permitted to be "married" by the head- mistress. It was not a legal thing, of course, but it was recognized by staff and girls alike. Many graduates of Avondale had remained "married" after leaving school, and continued to live together in London and other cities, going through life fully carrying out the marriage vows just as if it had been with a man.

Thus it was that Pamela and Donna had gone to Ravan's office one lovely afternoon and announced t.hat t,hey wished to be married. She had kissed them tenderly and hugged them, and they had a date for a week hence.

The ceremony, being held on a delightful July afternoon, was held in the rose garden. Avondale's grounds were well walled in, and outside glimpses just were not possible by passers-by. Nude or partially nude young ladies had been Ied on leashes, whipped and bound all about the lovely lawns and gardens for a century while carriages and automobiles had passed just outside the ivy-coated walls.

All of the girls and staff naturally attended the ceremony, with appropriate weepy eyes on the.occasion. Pamela and Donna looked simply ravishing as they stood on the lawn in front of Ravan.

Each wore bridal white panties, white garter belts, white stockings, and white heels. Their heads held lacy white veils with knee-length trains in back.

White delicate chains of exquisite workmanship were connected to each other's nose rings, one nipple-ring, and one vaginal-ring, symbolizing the uniting of each other's most intimate parts. Their faces were beautifully made up with eye shadow and rouge, and their nipples and aureolas had been dusted with rose-colored powder.

The ceremony was not long, containing nearly the same wordage as would have been given by a minister, and at the end the ultimate questions. were asked by Ravan.

"Do you, Pamela Jean McNee, take this girl to be your lawful wedded wife?"

Pamela looked in Donna's eyes. "I do."

"Do you, Donna Patricia Carson, take t;his girl to be your lawful wedded wife?"

"I do."

"You may kiss one another," said Ravan.

The veils were lifted and the two embraced.

Tears ran down some cheeks in the audience. There was yet another task, however, as customary at

Avondale. Long ago, a headmistress had determined that such a love, and such a marriage between two girls, was indeed very special. And because it was, the two newlyweds should prove their love for each other. The idea had been well received, and down through the years each married couple had desired to follow the meaningful custom. Pamela and Donna had been told what it was, and agreed heartily to its use.

The custom was sometimes performed indoors, sometimes outside, depending of course on the time of year and the weather, Today was excellent for the outdoors, and a large oak tree would be used.

All watched as Jan, who had stood beside her two slaves at their wedding ceremony, tied ropes around the hair of both of them after first removing their veils and shoes. The ropes were hoisted over a large branch and the girls were pulled upwards until they hung totally by their hair. Both gasped audibly, for it was a most discomforting bondage. Nothing else was tied. Their legs and arms were free, and they hung face to face in intimate closenes.

For a girl to be hung by her hair, with arms and legs unbound, might often produce some frantic kicking and arm flailing. Unless, like Pamela and Donna, the occasion called for dignity;y and love, and they remained still. The problem of what to do with the arms was very simple. They simply put, t,hem around each other!

Another mistress assisted Jan with the use of the cat, and the simultaneous lashes echoed throughout the garden. Pamela and Donna knew their requirements and their lips met and held, not to be released until the whipping of their bottoms was over. What could be more binding and meaningful than for two wedded girls to share a whip- ping together while kissing? The symbolism and dedication was magnificent! It was true love, and neither girl would dream of breaking the kiss no matter how much the eat hurt them, for they knew that each shared the exact same hurt in exactly the same way. They would not spoil or degrade their dedication to each other by breaking the kiss, or moaning.