"Am not. Been caned for a year now. How old does a girl have to be? Bet it hurts you no more than me. Mother told me you were coming, says you two are in love. How can girls be in love? It's only boys, at school."
"It's easy, funny face. You'll find out when you get older," said Donna.
"Will you stop with the 'older' bit!" said Kiki.
"All right, so I don't have any hair on my puss yet.
What's so great about that? I do get wet pants sometimes thinkin' about things and looking at mother's sexy mags."
"You're something else, Kiki," laughed Pamela.
"You are really something else! Now you just hang there and jabber away, but we've got work to do.
By the way, what's those words on your little pants? They're all upside down."
"Says, Souvenir of Majorca. We went there last year on vacation."
The three women arrived shortly and were shown into the den by Ravan. Pamela and Donna timed their entrance with wine trays with the comfortable seating of all four of the older women.
They were well aware of the drawn-in breaths they created.
"Divine, Ravan. Simply divine, as usual."
"Even more lovely than last month. Aren't they precious!"
"Simply ravishing!"
The two girls served the wine, careful not to stray too far apart and earn a painful tug in the nose. They curtsied before each guest and allowed the women to finger their nipple-rings with admiration. The women were not really that old, perhaps in their thirties, and quite elegant in their fine dresses.
"There's simply nothing so attractive on young ladies as rings," one said. "Ravan, your locking pin idea is utterly marvelous. Come here, dear," she said to Pamela. "There's really not much nipple left, is there, honey?"
"Not very much, ma'm," answered Pamela.
"More brass than nipple, I'm afraid, yet I'm sure that my nipples could hold even more. Just so long as there's the outside skin left. Thank you ma'm."
"Oh, she's just precious!" gushed the woman.
"You train them so wonderfully."
"Thank you, Phillipa," said Raven quite flattered. "Now, as I've promised you, I'm going to cane Kiki before we start the bridge. Her grades have been most dreadful, I'm afraid, and perhaps a sound caning in front of others will have some effect on her. Girls, please get Kiki for me."
"Excellent idea, Ravan," said one guest. "Wish
I had started with my Susan before she grew up so fast. Nothing beats the old-time tradition."
"I have one just nine," said another. "I'm defi- nitely going to start in a couple of years. Good for a girl."
Kiki was brought in in the tow of the two girls.
Ravan asked her to lie over the card table, and bound her ankles and wrists to the metal legs.
"I'm afraid a card table really isn't the best" said Ravan. "It bounces around so when she jumps, but it'll have to do."
Ravan pulled Kiki's skirt up and bunched it around her waist. Kiki's little panties fit, her perfectly. Ravan presented the cane to Kiki's lips and the youngster kissed it.
"I deserve to be caned, dear mother. I think ten strokes would bring my grades up. No, eleven, to match my age. Very hard, of course. It's very hard for me to know that others are watching, and t,hat they can see my panties completely, but perhaps it will take some humiliation to get the message across."
Pamela and Donna were speechless. Words like this from an eleven-year-old?
"Ravan, Kiki is just precious. So well trained," said a guest. "And at so impressionable an age.
You should be proud of her."
"Ready, Kiki?" said Ravan.
"Ready."
The cane whirred and made a sharp crack across a very small bottom. It would have been too much, of course, to expect that so young a creature would withstand the cane with little reaction. Kiki reacted.
"Wowee!" she wailed, and wiggled the whole card table.
The second cut made her head snap backwards.
Kiki was never without something to say.
"Oww! That was a corker! Burns like all get out!"
The eleven strokes were delivered without anger, and without hurry. Kiki thrashed and uttered some type of comment after each one, along with appropriate yelps, screams and wails. Her thighs and legs were wet with perspiration from the hurt. One could see clearly through her thin nylon pants and the perfect blue-red welts were very visible. Even as Ravan untied her, and made her once more kiss the cane, the precocious child uttered another of her unending comments.
"Well, anyway, the panties helped. Hate to be caned bare-assed!"
Kiki's pants, of course, had been no aid, and Pamela and Donna laughed at the girl's flippancy.
She was something else! Yet, they held a sincere admiration for Kiki. Eleven strokes of the cane, at her age, was incredible! Pamela and Donna had only had five and had thought that they would faint. Now here was this miraculous moppet taking eleven on a bottom that you could almost hold in your hands, and came up making jokes!
Kiki was not really old enough to turn her on yet, but Pamela had felt the tingly feeling again during the caning, especially when Ravan had brought her slim hips up off the card table with most of the strokes. She might be fun to play with at that!
Kiki left. The muffin hadn't even cried tears!
Pamela and Donna went about their duties as the card game progressed and did not mind at all the occasional pat,s on the rump or feel of a breast.
After all, that's what those lovely pieces of anatomy were there for. Phillipa and Carry had lost and Pamela and Donna were most interested when the two, without a word, had peeled off their blouses and put their hands behind their chairs to be bound by the two winners.
Pamela and Donna had never seen nipple-screws, but they had heard of them. They were ancient devices, born in the medieval period, for the ultimate hurt of female nipples. It was assumed that there were few left in existence, but it would be correct to guess that there were still a few about. They watched spellbound as Ravan and her partner at bridge applied the punishment of "pen- alty bridge."
The devices were iron clamps which were tightened by a small strew-head. At first there was no reaction from the two losers at bridge, then suddenly their heads fell backwards and their nostrils flared. There were no cries of pain, or loud moans, but there were whispered "ohhhhs." When the nipple flesh began to protrude through the hollow opening of the circular metal, the women whisked their hair from side to side. Yet still the two winners turned the screws. The tortured nipples squeezed out of the clamps like wet clay, fully an inch long now. Ravan and her partner still turned the screws with no particular expression on their faces, small droplets of blood now oozing from under the metal. The two women thrashed in their chairs and now their throats gave forth with the howl of an animal.
"We'll have tea now, girls," said Ravan to Pamela and Donna. "You'll have to serve it to their mouths, I'm afraid. They do have to stay like this for an hour."
Pamela and Donna were in a state of utter numbness, their sex shamefully wet, but somehow they got themselves moving again. They brought back the tea with Kiki happily trodding beside them.
The moppet had no reaction at all to the tortured nipples she saw.
"Oh, good! You've won at bridge again, mother!
You're ever such a good player."
"Thank you, Kiki. By the way, Pamela and Donna are done serving now. I think it would be nice if they took you up to their room and taught you a few things. You're getting old enough now to begin understanding things. You'll find them excellent teachers. Girls, take Kiki upstairs. She's yours for the night. Anything goes, of course, but do your hurting things before twelve please. I'm a light sleeper and I don't want to hear her yelling after I go to bed. You'll find all the things you might need in the top bureau drawer. Kiki, be a good girl now."