Warning: Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include BDSM, incest, and other taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.
CHAPTER ONE - Ginevera
CHAPTER TWO – Avon
CHAPTER THREE – Kidnapping
CHAPTER FOUR – Avon
CHAPTER FIVE – Ginevera
CHAPTER SIX – Avon
CHAPTER SEVEN - Punished Escapees
CHAPTER EIGHT – Avon
CHAPTER NINE - Prune's Whipping
CHAPTER TEN - Avon's Tale
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The whipping had been routine, a fortnightly ritual by which the Trinity Academy for Young Ladies constantly reaffirmed a strange imprisonment. The first time a girl was thus corrected was always a shock but for Ginevera the first time had been long ago. What bothered her most at this moment was to wonder what was taking place upstairs and how long she would have to stand with strapped wrists to await something at which she could only guess. Wearily, she thrust her cheek against a bare arm and closed her eyes to wait. Waiting was a virtue every girl at Trinity soon learned.
Bare feet make little sound but a sixth sense warned the prisoner of a second presence in the room. Ginevera tensed and came alert to stare wide-eyed at a girl she had not previously seen, a girl as naked as she, herself, but standing free of tethers or bonds except for handcuffed wrists. She was a dark -haired, dark eyed beauty no longer a teenager. Ginevera's guess was her visitor could be twenty-seven or twenty-eight, and had about her an air of quiet competence exhibited by the small, secret smile and bright, inquiring eyes. The manner in which this new comer wore the handcuffs by which her wrists were joined told clearly she was still in. revolt against the imposition of the irons. Her voice spoke of education and an out of place authority.
"I'm Avon Adderly. You're Ginevera Anderson," she stated easily. "I was told to come down and talk to you but I don't know why."
CHAPTER ONE - Ginevera
CHAPTER TWO – Avon
CHAPTER THREE – Kidnapping
CHAPTER FOUR – Avon
CHAPTER FIVE – Ginevera
CHAPTER SIX – Avon
CHAPTER SEVEN - Punished Escapees
CHAPTER EIGHT – Avon
CHAPTER NINE - Prune's Whipping
CHAPTER TEN - Avon's Tale
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The whipping had been routine, a fortnightly ritual by which the Trinity Academy for Young Ladies constantly reaffirmed a strange imprisonment. The first time a girl was thus corrected was always a shock but for Ginevera the first time had been long ago. What bothered her most at this moment was to wonder what was taking place upstairs and how long she would have to stand with strapped wrists to await something at which she could only guess. Wearily, she thrust her cheek against a bare arm and closed her eyes to wait. Waiting was a virtue every girl at Trinity soon learned.
Bare feet make little sound but a sixth sense warned the prisoner of a second presence in the room. Ginevera tensed and came alert to stare wide-eyed at a girl she had not previously seen, a girl as naked as she, herself, but standing free of tethers or bonds except for handcuffed wrists. She was a dark -haired, dark eyed beauty no longer a teenager. Ginevera's guess was her visitor could be twenty-seven or twenty-eight, and had about her an air of quiet competence exhibited by the small, secret smile and bright, inquiring eyes. The manner in which this new comer wore the handcuffs by which her wrists were joined told clearly she was still in. revolt against the imposition of the irons. Her voice spoke of education and an out of place authority.
"I'm Avon Adderly. You're Ginevera Anderson," she stated easily. "I was told to come down and talk to you but I don't know why."