Unknown - Return to Avondale

As the lashes cracked across their firm young bottoms, the heat rose like fire, and streaks and welts soon appeared through the thin panties. The force of the cat naturally. caused each girl to hurl her hips and loins into the other upon each stroke, and in very short time, the thrusting together of vaginas produced a lovely wetness. The kiss was held, and tongues found each other and entwined.

Arms gripped each other harder. Each girl found that she could actually feel the force of the cat when it struck the other girl's buttocks. They also could feel the whip-induced heat in each other's thighs.

Neither girl emitted a sound of pain as they normally would in the whipping suite. Not a gasp, not a cry. Just the kiss unending. Yet, they could tell when the other had been hit. The tongue would flinch just a little, or the mouth would open in a silent cry, quickly returning to its task of kissing.

The dedication and love could not possibly be measured during these moments, nor described.

The human body wanted to cry out in hurt, but they did not do so, and would not do so. Each drew heavily on love from each other. It has been said that a girl can withstand ten times the punishment given her alone, if she shares it with another girl.

Especially one that she happens to he in love with.

It was only when the punishing cat began to tear off Pamela and Donna's pretty wedding panties that it became very, very hard to remain silent.

Now each made tiny soft gasps into each other's mouths, unheard by the onlookers, and when these gasps occurred each tried to comfort the other by squeezing her arms tighter around her. Pamela felt Donna's panties finally drop off to the ground, at least what was left of them, and her own quickly followed. It was over! And it was probably one of the most beautiful love scenes in history! But it was not unique. It had been acted out again and again, ever since the first two girls fell in love!

Everyone left and the two girls, very much in love, were left to hang by their hair. They would hang all night, and they would comfort one another and they would kiss and speak lovely things to each other. When the hurt became too much they knew ways to deal with it, too. They would say sex- al things to each other, and they would thrust against one another. And they would have orgasms together.

In the morning they would be released and allowed to spend a day and night together in their room, unviolated by anyone, including Jan. And their passion, intensified by the long night of abstinence from each other's tongues, would be beyond describing, for they had shared!

In the following weeks and months they would belong to each other totally, yet, such is the beautiful nature of females, they would not be possessive or jealous. They would bed with the other girls just as often, and with the same passion and love that they showed each other.

Mrs. Marienne McNee,July 22. 1972

46 Queen's Road

Hammersmith

W.3 London

Dear Mrs. McNee:

This letter won't be long, as I want to get back to

Pamela, but it has been some time since I wrote, and I do apologize. The enclosed photos should speak for themselves. You certainly- have a delicious daughter. There's times I could just eat her up, but that will come later, if and when she earns it! You will be pleased to learn t,hat Pamela and

Donna have gotten married. Only legal at Avon- dale, of course, but who knows, it may last. You and Mrs. Carson may want to get together and drink a toast, to your youngsters. In fact, I'd suggest it. after all, it is a singular event in their lives.

The first photo shows Pamela and Donna making love in their bed. This is called a "sixty-nine" position, and is quite common among today's modern girls. They suck each other at the same time.

Quite nice feeling. The second photo, taken by Donna, shows me using a strap-on dildo on Pamela. She took it very nicely, both vaginally and anally. The third shows Pamela's bottom after four strokes of a cane. We don't use canes anymore like the olden days, but we have this old one around, and occasionally we let the girls feel it just to let them know what youngsters took in the old school days. Very nice marks, aren't they? The fourth shot is a close-up of Pamela's face with her nose ring and lead. I think nose rings are so sexy. (She loves it.)

I thought you would love having an 8x10 of Pamela and Donna hanging by their hair together, as is customary after the wedding ceremony. I've also sent one to Mrs. Carson. Aren't they-precious in their white wedding things! They're so in love, just look how they have their arms around each other! We whipped their pants off, per tradition, but I thought you'd rather have the photo with everything intact before the whipping started. I think it's a truly gorgeous photo. I know you must be proud. We will be starting the second month of

Pamela's term soon, and her punishments will increase greatly, but of course she requires it. I'll write again soon.

Yours very truly,

Jan Nelson

Marienne McNee read the letter three times, and thumbed the photos over and over, The enlargement went on her mantel. For several weeks she had been fighting a strange emotion which she simply couldn't place, until a walk in a delightful soft rain one morning enabled her to put, things in perspective. In truth, she admitted, it was jealousy of her own daughter. Well, not jealousy maybe. Perhaps envy was a better word. At night Marienne had fantasized that she were young again, and in a school such as Avondale. Pam's face had looked so serene and happy in the photos! Marienne McNee had not felt a whip or loved a female, and she regretted it more and more, as Jan's letters arrived. There was no question that the photos and letters hod begun to arouse her. It all seemed so natural the way Jan had put things.

Yet, she was only a lovely thirty-eight. Certainly still an attractive woman whose passions were still stirred. Perhaps… sometime soon… it may not be too late. If only… just once… she could feel a whip. But she had shrugged it away. It was 1972.

She had taken Jan's advice and called Donna's mother after some trepidation. Perhaps Lila

Carson felt much differently about what her daughter was accepting at Avondale. Yet, when Marienne had called, Lila Carson had received her nicely, and admitted that the enlargement had also been put, in a place of prominence in her parlor.

Marienne was extremely pleased, and had been invited out to Shoreham for the day. The place was only a village, and the Carson home was a quaint assemblage of frame house, carriage barn, and gardens.

She had found.Lila Carson a delightful woman, perhaps just about the same age, and most attractive. Well, of course she would be, from what Marienne had seen of her daughter in the photos.

The two had kissed at the door, just a welcome kind of thing, but yet just a little longer than normal. It was most apparent what it had meant.

They had daughters sharing the same school, the same training, the same punishments, and the same bed! It was obvious that Marienne McNee and Lila Carson would share feelings that another pair of mothers would not.

They had sat on the settee for an hour complimenting each other on their daughters, the "marriage" and their own acceptance of Avondale.

Marienne had begged to see the photos of Donna which Jan had sent, and had brought her own of Pamela. Both found each other very honest, and very open, and admitted without shame that they both shared some new and mysterious emotions.

They talked about them at length.

It was the apricot brandy which made it easier.

"Do you really fantasize about being whipped,Marienne?"

"Well… honestly, yes. Sometimes," Marienne had replied. "Do you?"

"I… don't know. There have been times… but then I think about the pain."