Such proce- dures faded with time, social acceptance, and law of course. One or two, such as Avondale, had been converted by the government into correction schools for those troublesome young ladies not yet of legal age and for whom prison might cause more harm than good. Even so, it took influence and money, for the schools were small, Avondale itself admitting only ten at one time,

1t was not asked what was done at Avondale.

Some knew, but winked at it. After all. it wouldn't make much difference to a girl who was sent there, for six months was certainly better than being locked up for several years. It was rumored that things really hadn't changed much at Avondale since it,s inception, but after all, if girls went there voluntarily for over a century, modern girls should be able and willing to follow suit even if involun- tarily attending. Goodness knows, girls hadn't changed much over the years!

"Take off your blouse, honey," said the girl from the school. "Have to put the punishment bra on you."

Pamela hesitated only briefly. After all, she might as well begin to get used to anything for the next six months. She handed her blouse to her mother. Pamela's breasts were lovely. There was no question about that at all.

Much to Mrs.. McNee's consternation, the blonde ran her hands briefly over Pamela's bare breasts.

Not aggressively, but just enough for Pamela to get the idea. Pamela had never been touched by a girl, but, it wasn't unpleasant at that moment. It gave her something to think about.

The bra, which the girl produced from her hand- bag, was just an ordinary girl's bra. Except of course for the inside which had been completely studded with thumb tacks, She fitted it over Pam- ela's shoulders and snapped the hooks in back.

Pamela drew in her breath. The tacks hurt!

"Do you really have to do that?" exclaimed Mrs.. McNee in utter shock.