"Well, no," came her weak reply.
"Well no what, slave?"
"Well no, Ms. Baxter."
"That will cost you Jen," Ms. Baxter shot back more sternly. "You mean, 'No Mistress' don't you?"
"Yeah... Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress, you mean. Don't you dare speak pidgin English to me. If it's attention you want so bad, how would you like to spend tomorrow staked out with Lani?"
"No thank you, Mistress. That punishment needs to be reserved for her alone since she is the one being initiated."
"But your ill mannered behavior just now, and your jealousy of Lani need correcting. Don't you agree? What would you suggest?" she said like someone scolding a puppy.
Jen hesitated for a moment and then lowering here gaze said, "I guess a little whipping might be appropriate."
"Do you? And what exactly constitutes a little whipping?"
"Maybe twenty lashes with the flogger."
"Oh, is that so, Jen? And how hard should they be?" came Ms. Baxter's cool, measured and teasing reply.
"Kind of medium."
"You mean so as to turn your skin a nice red for an hour or so?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Well, I don't think so. And your desire to receive punishment that you merely find enjoyable is noted with concern for your state of training and sincerity as the true submissive that you pretend to be." After a pause for effect, Ms. Baxter continued, "I am thinking more like twenty hard lashes with the single tail whip so you will have some nice welts for a day or two to remind you of your mistake and how you should think and feel. Now go downstairs and tell Billy and Chris to get things ready to suspend you in an upside down X for your whipping, and to get out the box of gear so I can teach Lani the difference between pleasure and punishment as well."
"Upside down?"
"Gee Jen, did I say twenty lashes? I guess I meant twenty-five," came the instant retort.
"But I prefer the other way Mistress," Jen squeaked.
"Oh, you're right. Make that thirty. Fifteen front and back. Nice and even that way... upside down. Any other questions? I didn't think so. Now get going."
About ten minutes later I was getting Ms. Baxter's lesson on the difference between the extreme pleasure I had experienced earlier in the evening and punishment. I was lying naked face down on the deck next to the deck railing as she had directed. After some maneuvering under Ms. Baxter's directions, Billy and Chris had a railing post between my legs and shoved up against my ass and cunt with each leg spread and then a rope from my ankles to the next railing posts over. I was still lying face down when they hooked a rope length to each wrist cuff. Standing astride my back, Ms. Baxter pulled up on my shoulders, arching my back, while the girls pulled my arms up and over my head and then back tying the ropes off at the junction of the railing and the next posts over. Because of my flexibility from gymnastics and my working out, I was able to arch back from my hips without too much difficulty. Nonetheless, it was a strain to be bent back like that with my stomach arching up off the deck from just above my pelvis with my weight resting squarely on my little pussy mound. To hold my head up and back, they put my hair in a huge braid and with a short piece of rope tied it to the railing behind me. The pain I was experiencing was sharpest in my shoulders and the small of my back and where my pussy pushed on the deck. I wondered how long they intended to keep me like this. But I was learning that I sure as hell didn't want to ask.
"Comfy?" Chris asked.
I couldn't nod and sure wasn't going to say anything.
"Good, you can watch us whip Jen from there and not be in the way," Billy added wryly.
After a few minutes, Jen had been hoisted up off the deck by her ankles that were secured to a spreader bar that held them about three or four feet apart. She swung there with her head about two feet from the deck, which was just barely beyond her finger tips. She was turned around so she was facing me and her back was toward the house. It was strange looking someone in the eye when they were upside down. They then fixed her wrists in the leather cuffs and chained them to the deck, spread like her legs. She looked fantastic. Stretched upside down a girl's body takes on an even sleeker form. And Jen was pretty sleek when she was upright.
"O.K. Jen," Ms. Baxter began, "you want to change your mind about getting that punishment, or does the excitement of being suspended like this merely whet your appetite for a nice serious whipping?"
"What do you mean, Mistress?" Jen replied raising her head as she spoke.
"I mean you can beg for forgiveness or mercy now and I may consider it, and merely let you hang here for an hour or so to contemplate your errant ways, or if you want, I can give you the whipping you so richly deserve... and I believe you so desperately desire. So what's it going to be girl?"
"Well how hard are you going to whip me if I go that way?"
"I'm not here to negotiate with you little girl. If you choose the whip it will be a minimum of thirty, like I said earlier, and as hard as I feel you, or I," she said slyly, "think you need to satisfy our needs. So?"
Turning to me and taking my chin in her hand, Ms. Baxter spoke softly to me. "You see how it is with Jen? She can't decide if she wants to be whipped or not. Part of her does so badly, but yet she fears it. She wants to control how she is whipped. That's what some refer to as trying to top from the bottom. I can't accept that. So you see, my giving her a choice is part of her punishment. She can't win either way, and in the back of her mind she knows it. To avoid the whip is her immediate concern. Yet she also knows all too well that if she is not whipped she will only have a greater urge for it later. This is so sweet. Now, in your case, I don't know where you are coming from yet. But from the way you responded to your first whipping, I'd say you are developing a substantial taste for it.
"Well Jen, what's it going to be? We can't wait all night you know. I need to turn my attention to teaching Lani what punishment consists of so she can tell the difference between that and pleasure. If she sees me give you a truly punishing whipping, it will be the first part of the lesson. So, are you going to help with her lesson or do I just spend my time on her?"
"That is why I love Ms. Baxter as a teacher," I thought. She was so smart. I was so impressed by the way she had turned Jen's jealousy, caused by Ms. Baxter not giving her attention to her instead of me, as a weapon as cruel as the whip on her. How interesting. If Jen is to get Ms. Baxter's time and attention it will have to be in the form of a whipping that Jen now knows will be more severe than what she was hoping for. If not, Ms. Baxter will turn her attention to me, in front of Jen, and torment her all the more.
Finally, Jen replied in the most tentative voice. "Mistress, please grant me mercy. Please do not whip me as you said you would. May you grant me mercy and just let me hang here and please forgive me? Please, Mistress."
"Very well Jen." Ms. Baxter replied softly.
Ms. Baxter then extended her hand toward Chris who was standing holding the nasty looking single tail whip. As she took it from Billy she swished it about with force a few times and stepped between Jen and me.
"I guess I will just begin teaching Lani then" she said as she stood between us.
As she slowly and dramatically pulled her whip hand back I tensed in anticipation of receiving a lash. My mind reeled, how could she aim the whip at me in this position? I wondered. Afraid, I closed my eyes as the whip began to swish forward. I heard it coming and tensed for the searing pain I knew was about to explode in me.
A scream of shocking pain and surprise came from Jen.
I opened my eyes and saw Jen straining upside down, a bright red welt beginning to grow on her stomach and chest.
Ms. Baxter had fooled us both. She must have swung the whip over me and kept going to catch Jen completely by surprise.
"Oh my God!" sobbed Jen. "You said you
would grant me mercy and not whip me."
"No, Jen. I said I would not whip you as I had ordered," came Ms. Baxter's curt reply. "Now, Chris, please give Jen five more, and make them pretty good. Then you Billy."
Chris did as she was told and so did Billy. They seemed to enjoy themselves in the process. By the way Jen screamed and fought against her restraints; she did not.
In a moment it was over. I had enjoyed watching. But I was beginning to realize that I enjoyed doing it more. I wondered how it felt to use the whip. But I knew I was not about to find out tonight.
As the tenth lash was delivered, Billy and Chris stepped back. Jen was covered with a sheen of sweat and several bright welts shown on her golden brown skin. A particularly cruel welt cut across her right, no wait that's her left, breast, and another went across her stomach and seemed to end cruelly on her side.
"Thank you Mistress. Thank you Billy, Thank you ever so much Chris, I needed that."
"Chris, come here," ordered Ms. Baxter. She leaned toward her and spoke in a near whisper that we could not hear.
Chris returned behind Jen and without the slightest warning let go with a vicious series of lashes directed first to her back and then moved around to the front. Jen reacted wildly screaming incoherently about stopping, it was killing her, and strangely, how much she loved Chris.
Chris paused after about a half dozen lashes had slashed into Jen who continued to jerk about wildly in her suspended position. A quick glance by Chris to Ms. Baxter and a theatrical nod in return caused Chris to raise the whip up and bring it down in an overhead motion directly between Jen's legs and squarely on her wide spread and sopping cunt.
Even isolated as we were out here in this beach house, I am sure the scream she let out was heard miles away. The second lash to the same spot a few seconds later only caused her to gasp loudly and shake. I had not been whipped there, and realized that it was not something I was looking forward to.
Chris threw the whip to the deck and rushed to kneel besides Jen and awkwardly kiss her upside down, beet red face.
I felt I knew how Jen must be feeling. I took in the scene in the quiet that held the deck for the next few moments when I became aware of Ms. Baxter kneeling at my side.
Chapter Twelve
"What did you think of that, Lani? she asked.
I said nothing, but did look directly into her eyes.
"It is O.K. to respond to the question, my dear."
"It was exciting" was the best I could muster, stammering in a weak voice.
"Exciting for you or for Jen?"
"For both of us I would imagine. I think for all of us," I added hoping not to go to far in what I was saying.
"Was the difference between what Jen just experienced and what you experienced earlier in the bedroom clear to you?" Ms. Baxter asked, like she had asked a question about the relative merits of various authors in class.
I replied in the affirmative, but while sure on one level, I was not on another. But I was not ready to say so.
"Good. You are one of my favorite students and so much smarter than the others. I am sure you understand more than the physical aspect of what is happening here. Let's continue with your education in the realms of pleasure and punishment."
Ms. Baxter let go of my chin and walked over to where Jen hung limp while Chris and Billy comforted her.
"Can I let her down now?" Chris asked in an almost pleading voice. "I think I whipped her a bit harder than I should have."
"Nonsense. She took it well. You may have taken her to a slightly higher level than she had been before, but you did fine my dear. Let's let her hang there for another half hour or so. It will do her good. She is out of it right now, but fully conscious and breathing fine. I'll bet she is actually savoring the whipping right now in a world of her own."
"So Lani," Ms. Baxter asked, turning to me. "Do you think that what Jen just experienced was pleasure or punishment? You can answer dear."
"I don't know for sure. I think she may not know either. It was obvious that she was in a lot of pain. I watched her very closely while you guys whipped her. It was beautiful in its own way, but I watched her eyes and the expression on her face. Underneath the pain and the screaming I think I saw a look of ecstasy."
"You did?"
"Well I could be wrong, but I think so."
"But you said she was obviously in pain," Ms. Baxter quizzed.
"Yes, Miss." I replied slipping automatically into classroom manners, which seemed a bit odd considering that my shoulders were beginning to scream at me and the small of my back was also starting to really bother me.
"So, if she was in pain, she was obviously being punished. Right?"
"Well, I guess so." I became puzzled and then realized what she was doing. "No, Ma'am, actually I don't think so. You are placing the question as an 'either or 'situation. It may not be that simple. After all, if I hit my finger with a hammer, I am in a lot of pain, but not being punished, and sure as hell not having pleasure. And if I am punished by my Mom with the loss of a privilege or something, it is punishment, but not a pleasure. So the pain, pleasure and punishment are not that directly connected. Yet when you guys whipped me I know now that I had both pain and pleasure. But you keep asking for the difference between punishment and pleasure. So my confusion seems to be 'where does pain enter the equation?' It must have to do with what is done, how it is done and why it is done, as well as the feeling of the people who are doing it. It may have something to do with wanting to do it. I was given a choice. Jen wanted, sort of, to do it. If I was captured by pirates or something and they whipped me like you guys did, and I didn't want it, maybe I would feel different about it. Jesus," I stammered my head swimming with doubt and mixed feeling and thoughts "I'm not at all sure about any of this. I need more experience, more inputs or information."
"Lani, this must be why I love you and your Mom so much. You are so analytical. I got you tied naked and not at all sure what awaits you tonight, and you are attacking my questions with analytical precision. You are fucking marvelous!" Ms. Baxter gushed.
"My Mom? I didn't know you knew my Mom."
"Well er... Sort of I guess. That sort of slipped in there. I'll tell you how we know each other another time." Then reasserting her authority and obvious superiority in this position she added, "Anyway, I'm the one asking the questions now. Aren't I?"
She walked over to where Billy was, a bit agitated it seemed, spoke briefly to her so softly that I couldn't hear. Then she checked on Jen and Chris, softly stroking Jen's ass as she spoke to Chris and then returned to me.
"Well Lani, I guess to help you solve the problem I will give you some more inputs.
"Billy, be a dear and run in the house and get the silver nipple clips that look like tweezers. You know, the ones that you hate so much."
Billy said nothing, flashed a big smile and started off smartly for the living room.
"Wait," Ms. Baxter shouted out "bring the yellow cane too."
Billy came back with the nasty looking nipple clips with the sharp little teeth in one hand and the cane in the other. The cane was merely a long thin stick. It had a wrapping at the big end, but other than that was merely a smooth stick.
Ms. Baxter took the clips and held them up to my eyes. "Beautiful aren't they?
See the little band around them. The more I push this up, the tighter they get. And the sharp little teeth at the end makes sure you know they are there and that they won't be slipping off. Let's see if you can analyze where exactly clips like these fit into your equation where the factors are punishment, pain, pleasure and emotion."
With that she pulled the ring back with her fingers and placed the tips of the three-inch long clips to straddle my left nipple. The tips didn't touch, she just held it there. I could barely see it, but by straining my eyes down I cou
ld see how the little teeth were poised to bite into my nipple which was jutting out rock hard as if to invite the attack. Without moving her hand her fingers began to slowly slide the little ring up the tweezers and they began to close. The ring was still down at the bottom part of the tweezers as the teeth began to make contact with my nipple. It pinched me gently and I could feel that the teeth, about three or four on each tip, were very sharp. Ms. Baxter pushed the ring a tiny bit more forward and the bite became harder. She let go of the tweezers and it hang from my nipple. I could feel it, it hurt a little, but nothing like those nasty alligator clip things that Billy had used the other night. I had expected much worse.
Ms. Baxter repeated the procedure on the other side. "How's that, Lani? Erotic isn't it? Are you surprised that it doesn't hurt very much? Don't answer."
She sat there in front of me and looked at her handy work. She flicked the little silver chain that was now suspended between my nipples and it bounced around. As it moved the bite in each nipple was slightly intensified.
"You look marvelous. But are you getting the full satisfaction you could from these lovely little bits of erotic jewelry? Is this pleasure for you? Don't answer. Let's see." With that she moved her hand, taking the left tweezers in her fingers and slid the ring abruptly up the shaft of the tweezers about an inch.
"Aaahh!" I couldn't help it. The sound just came out as the incredible shot of pain jolted my entire body, a thunder bolt spread out from my nipple as the mean teeth bit deep into the poor little bud.
"Now that seems to be a bit painful," Ms. Baxter said in an icily flat tone of voice. She slid the other ring half way up the shaft to match the other.
"Aaahh! Oh, God!" I blurted out and pulled at my arms to raise myself farther off the deck and tried to shake the clips off.
The slap to my face was not too hard, but a shock. "No words! Sounds are O.K. You can't help it. Like the little animal you are; feeling and thinking, but unable to be my equal as you suffer this pain."
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