"Sure, mistress!" snapped the girl. "That calls for a minor penalty only, since it was your first time."

"Yes, mistress." The girl placed her hands on

Pamela's blouse and squeezed the breasts.

"Owww," gasped Pamela, t,ears welling in her eyes; The thumb tacks had bitten into her flesh deeply, and in fact remained there. Pamela was sure that she could feel every last one of them!

"At Avondale, you bits of fluff thank the mis- tresses for punishing you!" said the girl. "After all, y'know, punishment makes women out of you.

Now thank me for pushing the tacks in your tits, baby."

Pamela gulped, more from shame than hurt.

Could this be happening to her?

"Thanks for… for… pushing the tacks in my tits, mistress." Her face was crimson. ."Much better," said the girl. "Like the feel of

'em?"

Pamela decided that discretion was the better part of valor. If this chick gets her kicks from hurt- ing girls, I'm not going to make it easy for her, thought Pamela.

"They're okay, I guess, mistress."

"Okay?"

"Well, I do like 'em, mistress."

"Good." The girl kissed Pamela full on the mouth. It was certainly a first for Pamela! But she didn't break the kiss either, and was keenly aware of a rather tingly sensation in her loins. What the hell is happening here? she realized.

The girl ran a finger over Pamela's lips. Very ten- derly and softly.

"What color panties have you got: on, baby?"

This is too much, thought Pamela. Now the girl was playing games! Well, better go along or it's more damn thumb tacks pressed into me.

"Pink ones, mistress."

"Sometimes we pull the pants off of a g«rl in here and hang 'em on the outside of the van. Lets people know we've got a fluff in here on her way to Avon- dale!"

Pamela closed her eyes. Oh, no. Please no. At least not'til I get to Avondale, she said to herself.