it on her. "Please! Please! I'll dex anything you want. use that whip on me. Please!" Her pleas were in vain. down on her breasts, leaving them red and sore.

But don't

It came crashing

"You are going to have to learn to obey and it is not possible to teach you without the whip," explained Barbara, as though she were talking to a pupil. "You cannot teach French without verb tables. I cannot teach obedience. without a whip. So you are going to have to learn

to accept it. I hope, however, that you will prove to be so good a student that you will not require too many lessons. But, that's up

to you.

She then sent the whip slashing down on her sore breasts again, leaving them now raw and burning with pain. #Please! Please! Anything! I'LL do anything, but please stop.

"How old are you, Miss Dickens?" Barbara asked.

"What difference does that make?" answered the prone girl, still writhing in pain, immediately taking refuge in her instinctive right to privacy.

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The whip came smashing down upon her breasts over and over. She tried to cover them up, but Grace and Joan, who walked to the other side of the bed, had firmly seized her arms. "Do you see? You still have not learned how to be a slave and so, you must be whipped. So you can know understand how important the whipping is to your training, Barbara explained, smashing her so hard this time, that she felt as though the nipple on her right breast had been torn off. She had to look, to make sure that it wasn't, but at the same time, she screamed, "Twenty-eight! Twenty-eight!" Revealing her age added to her humiliation. Here she was a grown woman in her prime, and these mere children were taking such liberties with her. The pain and shame matched and took possession of her, It was with a sense of relief that Perhaps, it would be the police to

in waves. she heard the front doorbell ring.

rescue her from these monsters. In any event, it would occupy them for a little while and give her time to recover her strength.

In a

Barbara turned to her two friends. "Put a gag in her mouth and make sure, she remains quiet, while I see who is at the door." flash, Joan inserted the black ball into her mouth, and tied it secure with leather straps, as Valerie cried in steadily muffled tones, "No! No! Please!" In ax few moments, they were nothing but unintelligible groans.

Barbara opened the door to see Sylvia, and her boyfriend, Earl standing in the hallway. Sylvia was the only black girl in the school. She was the daughter of a political luminary in New York City. Earl was her boyfriend. He had driven from the city to see her. They made quite an attractive couple. She was very light skinned. Her complexion was olive. Despite the fact that she was only sixteen years old, her body had developped to full womanly proportions. Earl was a very dark skinned, husky six footer, although only sixteen years old, as well. However, what he lacked in age, he made up for in confidence and boldness. He had sneaked his father's car and drove all the way here on a learner's permit. Yet, despite his magnificent build, he still had baby features that bespoke his youth.

"What's going on in here?" asked Sylvia. "We could hear the noise from out in the hall."

"Come on in," invited Barbara, xxx "And join the party. You will never guess whomwe have here." She locked the door, as her guests entered the living room.

"Whom you have here?" repeated Silvia. "You sound as though you've got a secret dungeon where you keep your prisoners."

answered Barbara, proudly, "And fou ought to "We might as well, She then walked her two friends see the prize prisoner that we took." to the bedroom and opened the door, as she proudly exhibited her prize,

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