Lila was truly not the same woman she had been a few moments ago. The change was noticeable and very exciting to her. She ripped Marienne's skirt to the floor. Marienne's white panties immediately made her look very much younger. The last seven lashes left weals across the still-lovely bottom cheeks. With trembling hands she untied Mari- enne, who fell to her knees on the dirt floor in obvi- ous emotion. The whip marks were terrible upon her flesh, and tears welled in her eyes as she whis- pered to herself.

"Oh, Pamela. My darling daughter Pamela. It was wonderful to share with you. I envy you now that 1 know. Be whipped, my daughter, hard and often… for I know now that females were meant to be punished so."

Lila Carson had not heard Marienne's soft words. She stood at the post with her hands raised to be tied.

"But you have seen what the whip did to my skin, Lila," said Marienne. "You wish t,he same?"

"No. Not the same. Thirty Lashes."

Lila's dress tore with a rip. Marienne's first lash made her cry out. Marieyne McNee did not go home that night. Nor the next. In the Bed, the two women loved, and Marienne and Lila both gasped their daughters' names at special moments, and thought of them in each other's arms. Perhaps at this very moment!

Chapter Five

The punishment and training of Avondale girls was not haphazard or come-as-you-may. It had been charted and planned and improved upon over the years through the experience of many lovely and wise headmistresses. It was a simple and undeniable fact that girls were wonderful at acclimating themselves to punishment if given time to adjust. It could be increased nicely, if patience and care were taken, to fantastic levels.

But time was needed for most girls, and rightly so, to learn to accept and expect increased training.

Ultimately, when a girl began to enjoy punishment she could be brought to any level, and anything could b6 done to her. The task was not all that difficult, fortunately, for girls possessed that unique and singular trait almost without excep- tion. It was one of the surprising and delightful things in the world, among other things. Girls were made to be played with, whipped, hurt, and pun- ished. Simply because they were girls.

Eventually any girl could be made to fully realize this. First was mere tolerance. Then acceptance.

Then an appetite for it. The stages came naturally, some girls faster than others. But eventually a girl would herself admit that since she was born a girl she should be made to bear punishments as a natu- ral condition of her gender. When a girl reached this point she became one of earth's most fantastic creatures. She questioned not, punishment, the why of it, or what it was. That was up to others to decide. There need be no reason for punishment, other than she was a girl and her body was de- signed for punishment, thus a girl was punished for simply being a girl. If girls had not been meant to be punished, sexually taken, and chained, their bodies would not have been designed as they were.

A fully trained and elegant female would be the first to admit that the punishment of herself pro- vided pleasure to others, thus what better role could she play than to have her body used for pleasing others? It became her role, her duty, her joy!

Pamela knew full well that the first two months at Avondale were easy, and she was intelligent enough to realize that she was far from trained into

the kind of woman she wanted to be. It would take far more hurt and abuse and degradation to change her from a bouncy girl into a lovely and perfect young woman, and in a way, she looked forward to it.

Girls such as Pamela, who anticipated and ex- pected a steadily increasing level of punishment, and would admit that it was necessary, were mar- velous things to work with, and totally alluring. In her first two months Pamela had been brought along on schedule. She had learned that rope and chain were not occasional adornments to be used in girl games. They were part of being a girl just as much as skirts, lipstick and panties. Those items certainly were not boy-things, nor were the ropes and chains. They were meant for females. Pamela would leave Avondale feeling odd without some sort of confinement on her limbs somewhere. A girl became used to it and it seemed wrong without. If necessary, she would find some bits of rope or chain at home and affix them herself if she couldn't find someone else to do it.