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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 compli- menting 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."

"Pam and Donna are only seventeen, and take the whip nicely," said Marienne.

"Maybe, I'd like to try it, sometime. Just once, to know that I have been whipped," said Lila wist- fully.

"Yes… just once," said Marienne. "1'd like to share what Pam feels."

"Perhaps… sometime… we could try…" said Lila.

"With each other?"

"Well, who else would we dare involve?"

"I'll phone," said Marienne. She thanked Lila for her hospitality and brandy.

Neither said much more until Marienne's hand was on the doorknob. Both knew that when the door was opened their little fantasy would not ever happen.

Marienne released the knob and came back into the room. She said nothing.

"There is the old carriage barn," said Lila, blush- ing. "I do believe that there is an old carriage whip in there somewhere. And some rope."

Marienne had not replied, but, took Lila's hand.

"Come," Lila whispered.

The moment that Marienne McNee had felt her hands tied high to a barn post, she experienced the remarkable sensation that thousands, perhaps mil- lions, of females down through the centuries had felt. 1t was really indescribable for anyone, except a female who had experienced it, to try and ex- plain. It was… the tingly feeling. It was the help- lessnees, and above all… it was the thought of what was to come.

Lila had suggested that she bare herself to the waist, but Marienne's fantasy had oft been trea- sured. It might well be her only whipping, and it would be like she had once seen in a movie at the

Odeon, exactly!

"Tie me, and tear my dress down the back like they did at public whippings," she had asked.

"Don't pamper me, Lila. Just tear it and whip me.

Twenty times."

Lila had brought the brandy bottle and held some to Marienne's lips before taking a swallow herself. Her hand trembled.

Marienne's blouse ripped easily to her waist, and her wrists twisted in their ropes in emotional response. A thirty-eight-year-old female was not old in any way, and her body, although mature, .still curved nicely and her skin was still smooth.

Probably nothing is lovelier than a female's bare back, and it was not lost on Lila Carson. In front,

Marienne's breasts were full and ample with long nipples. Lila thought of many things at that moment, but most of all, and perhaps rather strangely considering the scene, that pretty

Pamela had come from this delightful body.

She was about to ask, but decided better of it.

After all, why spoil things? Marienne was her pris- oner in their game and why not play the role? So she didn't ask, but reached around Marienne and held her warm breasts. A soft gasp escaped Mari- enne, and she let her head fall back onto Lila's shoulder.

The carriage whip made a frightening crack, and left a long red streak across the top of Marienne's back. Her hands clenched. As the lashes fell, Mari- enne did not cry out, surprising both of them. But she did jerk and her head flailed. Lila could not see that Marienne was clenching her teeth.

Lila was unaware of the sudden change in herself that the scene was creating. She also did not realize that each lash she put across Marienne's back became harder than the one before. The play had been duplicated thousands of times by thousands of females and was unexplainable. Even the timid- est female who might have been forced to whip another, found her excitement and sadistic femi- ninity grow with each lash she applied. And also her dominance. Marienne soon found that her cour- age of silence was meaningless and foolish, and began to respond to the lashes with vocal in- tensity. Lila found her moans most arousing, and whipped harder.