Lani's Initiation

by Danielle Richards

  The pain was at least a thousand times worse than the clips Billy had used. By straining my eyes downward, I could see how the teeth bit in and squeezed my nipples.

  Again she reached for the clips and again she slid the rings harshly forward. Now they were nearly three-quarters of the way to the top. The additional pain was exponential. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Brutal, cutting, the pain clearly emanated from my nipples, but it spread through me like electricity down every nerve ending. I was gasping. I shook to try and get them off and found only too soon that was a mistake, as it only made it worse.

  "Lani, Lani," Ms. Baxter asked, "do you want them off?" She paused and took my face in her hands. "They are excruciating aren't they. I bet you want them off don't you. Answer me?"

  "Oh yes, please. They are killing me. Please they hurt so fucking bad. Please." I begged.

  Then she began to play unfairly. Or was she teaching. "O.K." She paused as her fingers reached for the clips and stopped a few inches short. "But you look so exquisite like this. Your beautiful little face is etched in pain, yet remains so exquisite. Wouldn't you like to please me by keeping them on a little longer?"

  "No, please. Please take them off. You have no idea how they hurt me. Please." I continued to beg.

  "Oh, I do know exactly how they hurt. I do. I was just hoping that you might do this for me. If only you could see how you look. Such a beauty in such pain like this. You are marvelous. But, if you want them off..." and she reached up to touch the right one and paused slightly and looked me in the eye with a tender pleading of her own.

  "O.K., O.K. a little more, for you Ma'am. I want to please you. I always want to please you. A little more if you want."

  What was I saying? I wanted the pain to stop. It was so terrible. But there I was telling her O.K. a little more.

  "Good I will never forget this. I love that you are doing this for my pleasure."

  To my horror she reached up and held each clip and without the slightest hint of emotion slid both rings to near the top, sending another jolt of even more paralyzing pain rushing through every part of my body.

  She just sat there and looked on as I absorbed the new pain in disbelief. To my surprise, while the searing burning continued, it began to subside ever so slightly. Then to my greater amazement, I became aware that I had reached an incredible state of sexual arousal and excitement. Even tied as I was, I began to grind my cunt against the deck in an attempt to masturbate. I didn't care how I looked, I didn't care she was there. I just had to get off. The pain was terrible, but it was making me so hot. It was like some sort of wire connected my pussy to my nipples and the pain sent erotic signals between them. I moved as best I could, restricted as I was. I could feel the force of a tidal wave of passion welling up inside me. The pain in my nipples was intense, but now a part of the arousal. I scared myself to death as I realized that I was loving this pain. It had taken complete control of me - and I liked it.

  I was approaching a fabulous orgasm as I closed my eyes and was stunned by the new rush of searing pain that crashed through me as Ms. Baxter slashed the cane viciously across the top of my left breast, and again the right. I screamed out in pain and passion. Half as protest to the pain and half in release as an explosive orgasm ripped out. Every muscle in my body tensed and began to shudder. I opened my eyes to look up at Ms. Baxter standing there in her black g-string just before me. She smiled the most beautiful smile at me as she raised her hand and again swung the cane and slashed it hard on each breast above my nipples. The second wave of orgasm smashed in me like a train wreck. It was so powerful that I was able to raise myself almost fully off the deck from my thighs up. I shook violently for what must have been a full minute before I collapsed again and hung from my arms. Ms. Baxter bent and kissed me sweetly, not hard, but with a loving touch, on my lips and stood up. She stepped backward one pace and just stared at me. She took one more step back and handed the cane to Billy without saying a word.

  Still not moving her gaze from looking directly at me, she pulled her g-string off and stepped out of it, leaving it on the deck.

  In a voice that was barely more than a husky whisper she said, "Billy, I need you to do me a couple of favors, please." At that point she clasped her hands behind her back and extended them directly behind her as hard as she could, arched her back and threw her head back.

  "Billy. As fast as you can, and as hard, give me four lashes on my breasts like I just did to Lani," she ordered.

  "What?" came Billy's shocked response.

  "Do it! Do it!" she yelled. "Now, damn it, now! Make them as fast as you can or I won't be able to stand here. Now, Billy. Now!"

  Swish, swish, swish, swish. Four brutal slashes at her beautiful breasts. She didn't move or make a sound between the lashes, but bent over after the last one and swung her body around madly with a low and incredibly sensuous moan.

  "Now come with me into the living room and make love to me with that wonderful tongue of yours."

  As she headed for the house with Billy in tow, she said to Chris. "Let Jen down and take her in the house and take care of her. Leave Lani like that until I come back for her."

  Soon I was alone on the deck with the searing agony in my nipples continuing and the burn from the caning as a pulsing pain. My arms, shoulders and back were killing me and my neck was cramping from being stretched as it was. I wanted to be let free. I wanted to see what else I would love. I realized that, at least for me, great pain administered just the right way with the right emotional chemistry by someone I loved was not punishment. It was pure pleasure like none I had ever known before. I looked up to the heavens, about the only place I could look, and thanked the stars for what I was discovering.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The first rays of the sun awoke me from what was a most uncomfortable sleep. I was sure I wouldn't be able to move my arms without pain for a week, and was not at all sure how my back and shoulders were holding up to the constant strain.

  Suddenly standing before me was Ms. Baxter looking totally fresh and awake in a skintight pair of black micro-mini bike shorts and white crop top. She was barefoot, but holding a pair of white cross-trainers.

  "Got to get going Lani. Let's get you out of this tie and give you a chance to stretch a bit. The girls are asleep."

  "Oh thank you, Ms. Baxter. I think I won't be able to move."

  "You're young and in great shape. You will be a bit sore, but fine in a couple of hours. Look the surf is great. Three to four I'd say, and clean. You'll be fine after you paddle out and catch a few," she reassured me.

  "Where you going? Aren't you going to stay here?"

  "No. I've got to run some errands in town. First to my aerobic class and a bit of lifting, then some stops. I'll be back tonight. You and the girls can just take it easy. But remember, even though you can bodyboard, you are still being initiated. So act accordingly."

  As she let me down I sort of crumbled to the deck. My arms were numb and I had only a tingling sensation in my hands. She began to briskly rub my arms from the shoulders to the fingers and the feeling began to return.

  "O.K. Sit up. You aren't going to like this, but we've got to take those clips off now. Look, the tips of your nipples are white. Probably the only places, except those great teeth of yours that are."

  From the other day I knew that the pain of having the clips off was nearly as bad as when they went on. By now my nipples were numb to the pain with only a dull reminder of the biting present.

  "Ah, shit!" I yelped as she released the right and again as she undid the left. Ms. Baxter pressed each nipple hard with her index fingers, mashing them into my chest and sending a new wave of pain into me. Then she quickly removed her fingers and the pain again surged. Then she gently pinched them to reshape them as little buds. This hurt as well, but also felt very good. I let out a lon
g low moan. She then ran her fingertip over the rather pronounced welts across the upper part of my breasts. Again I moaned in a signal that I was becoming aroused.

  "I guess I got you pretty good there, didn't I? I was starting to lose it at that point. Funny thing with your tan, the welts look very sexy, but not as harsh as I am sure they are."

  "Let me see yours." I asked without thinking how she might react.

  Without a pause, Ms. Baxter pulled her tight top up over her head and moved closer.

  "God, Ms. Baxter. You really got some red welts there." Then in a voice much softer I added. "Your tits are so beautiful, may I kiss them?"

  "No. I've got to get going. Maybe later."

  She then gave me a kiss full on the lips and ever so gently worked her tongue lovingly toward mine which met hers' eagerly.

  "Enjoy the surf and sun. Work on that tan of yours." she joked as she turned and headed off. "I think I see one part that isn't quite dark enough yet."

  A couple of hours later the girls in the house began to stir. I just dosed on the deck on the lounge chair watching the sun come up and the sky lighten and the sea turn from the foreboding dark to the ever so inviting shades of light blues. I got up and went in the house to surprise the girls with a breakfast of fresh fruit and cereal and a pot of Lion's Kona Macademia Nut coffee, God, it smelled so good brewing that just its rich aroma began to restore the fullness of vigor to my still sore body. I caught my reflection in the mirror that was behind the dining table and noted with a good deal of satisfaction how sexy the welts looked on my breasts.

  Billy was the first down the stairs, wearing her stupid sleeping tee-shirt and rubbing her eyes. She clutched a note in her hand and slid into a seat at the table. She sat there a minute or two without saying a word or moving.

  "Good morning sweet one." I bubbled to Billy sliding a mug of coffee under her chin that she had propped in her two hands. "How you doing?"

  "I'm dead. Ms. Baxter is a machine. She kept me going all night. Then this morning she hops out of bed like she had been sleeping all night, pops into the shower and is out the door to aerobics. Bitch," Billy mumbled. "God, she is so hot in her own way. I love what she did to you and Jen last night. Didn't you?"

  "I think I got her point, if that's what you mean," I said icily, feeling some pangs of jealousy. "But, yeah," I brightened, "she did do some great shit last night."

  "You know," Billy replied, "it sort of pisses me off that all last night while I'm just wearing myself out trying to satisfy Ms. Baxter, all she can talk about is how perfect you are. So, how does that make me feel? It would have really pissed me off if I didn't agree with everything she had to say."

  "Well, it still sounds better," I said smiling, "than the way I spent the night. At least you had some company. Anyway, what's that paper you're clutching?" I asked.

  "Instructions from Ms. Baxter. She said you have the day off from the initiation until tonight. She wants us all to relax and enjoy what should be a good day of surf. I'd like to, but I think I'll pass out about noon."

  "Well, then Billy, if it's O.K. with you, I'd like to get going. The surf is awesome this morning. Not too big, but really clean. The exercise and sun may do me good in getting out some of this stiffness. Enjoy the breakfast I got ready for you guys and come on down to join me as soon as you feel like it."

  Before she had much of a chance to reply, I grabbed my g-string from where it was lying on the couch, hopped into it, grabbed my fins and board and was bounding down the beach toward the point. All I could think of was how perfect this all was, and wondering what tonight might have in store for us all.

  Chapter Fourteen

  As ordered I was upstairs lying on the bed after a fabulously refreshing shower when they arrived. I could hear them bounding in the house like a pack of stray dogs. They seemed to be everywhere at once. I listened for their voices. To see if I could pick up anything. They sounded bold and a bit over excited. Who were these guys really?

  When they told me some young men were coming to join us I was both excited and confused. This was fast becoming my normal state of affairs as I became submerged into this oh so lovely world of BDSM. I mean Ms. Baxter and the girls made it very clear that their little club was a secret and no matter what, if I was in or out, I had to keep it a secret. They wouldn't tell me if the 'club' had a name or much else at this point. So when I was told guys were coming up tonight, I couldn't but help wonder just how secret it was. When I spoke of this Ms. Baxter came up to see me and told me that these guys were of "a similar mind" and that she knew them all personally and had "worked with them before". She explained that these guys were either a little or a few years older than us, and that she and some of her other friends in the scene in Hawaii had gotten to know them, and they were very discreet and "needed to be for their own reasons." She went on, in response to my probing, that they were not in a club or anything like the girls were, she reminded me that I was not yet in either, but that they had all been together at various play parties and other things she knew of before.

  So while I waited comfortably on the bed, and heard these guys downstairs, I knew that they were a part of whatever Ms. Baxter had planned. Did she bring in new people to feed on my exhibitionist desires, or to have more muscle to scare me? Was I about to be really stunned or were they about to be shocked? Turned on? Fucked up for life? I took some slight comfort from the fact that they were here because Ms. Baxter knew them and invited them. I really wanted to see these guys and see what they were like. But I had my orders to stay put until called, and I did.

  Jen and Billy came up to get me. After some really meaningful discussion, it was decided I'd dress for the evening in the hot orange g-string. It was one of the smallest, not that any were more than a scrap, and the hot orange really accented my tan. I asked them if what was planned for me would mess up this g-string because I really like the color. They told me I needn't worry as I would not be wearing it too long anyway. I asked them about the guys and they told me nothing except they had met two of the three before and they were pretty cool. They blindfolded me and led me awkwardly down the stairs. As we descended I could hear the room grow quiet. Billy broke the silence with, "Here she is ladies and gentlemen. Our newest recruit, Lani."

  "My God, she's hot," said one of the guys, breaking the silence, in an almost reverent tone of voice. "Check her out Kenny! Have you ever seen a body like that?" he exclaimed in a voice nearly bursting with pride. "These are some hot women we got guys, but no doubt about it, Lani's looking better than I've ever seen her. I'm so hot I'm ready to jump her ass right here in front of everyone."

  I knew the voice. It was not someone that I knew well, not anybody that I had dated or been real friendly with, but I knew it.

  "Oh really Ted?" asked Ms. Baxter in that unmistakable teacher's challenging voice we so often hear about various excuses we come up with in class. "I'd really like to see that. You ready now or can you hold on a bit longer?"

  "Well, well... you know... I mean... ya' know, I didn't mean like as a fucking show..."

  Everyone laughed at once, including me when Ms. Baxter interrupted a flustered Ted with, "No Ted, exactly like a fucking show. What's the matter, don't think you can get it up for a performance?"

  Billy took charge again, as she always had. "Come this way Lani. We have the next stage of your initiation to perform. The next to the last of the formal rituals."

  I was so impressed with Billy at this moment. Even with the boys and Ms. Baxter there she was in charge and staying in control. As I was thinking about that it just hit me like a ton of bricks. Sure! The one guy, the guy they called Kenny, that voice with its slightly funny local boy accent and cadence, he was one of the guys that gang raped me on the beach. Of course! It was a fucking set up. I'll say, a 'fucking' set up. And Ted. That was the voice I recognized. I bet he was the guy that was trying to mask his v
oice. So... he knows me and he is pretty sure that I will know him. Here in the house he feels safe with Ms. Baxter bringing us all together so he does not have to hide who he is.

  Moments later, still blindfolded, I was back, standing shackled ankle and wrist in the now familiar and strangely comforting, but not comfortable, 'X' position on the deck where the swing was normally hanging - when I wasn't.

  "We'll leave her here for now; to ponder what's coming. Let her await the shocking developments while we have a few drinks and talk about her inside where she can't hear our plans," said Billy.

  As I heard them moving into the house, I felt a soft hand on my breast. From the shape of the hand, I could tell the person had reached around from behind me. So gentle, yet firm. I drew in a breath, but said nothing. Then the hand slipped slowly down my taut belly and the fingers slid down into the tiny patch of orange g-string and gently stroked the bit of hair just above my clit. I moved back the inch I could move, before I moaned involuntarily. I then relaxed that inch and the hand moved into my already wet cunt, finding the little nub without the slightest search. I moaned a deep and slow sigh, before I felt two nails lightly pinch that little nub that sent me to near blackout already. Shit, it had to be Ms. Baxter again. Nobody else that I'd come across yet had her magic touch. Just as suddenly as the hands had come, they were gone. The next moment I felt lips on mine and a probing tongue. The lips were soft. Then those beautiful fingers found their way back up inside me again. As the tongue probed deeper and the lips smothered my mouth, those slender fingers began to work up inside me. I strained at the chains and struggled to my tiptoes and hung forward on my arms to work against that mouth and those magic fingers.

  The mouth pulled back sweetly, and the wet fingers retraced their way up my stomach, stopping to play in my navel and then trace my muscles, and then move on to my right nipple. As it was squeezed gently, the tongue found the tip of the other. Again, I struggled to move forward to this sweet torture. But to no avail. Abruptly it stopped and each hand cupped one of my breasts and the fingers were gently lifted away. I could hear soft steps going toward the house. "Thank you, Ms. Baxter," I moaned. I got no answer, but I knew we had both enjoyed our brief yet ever so sweet encounter. She moved quietly away. Not a word was spoken. As my breathing slowly returned to normal, I was aware that I was bathed in a sweet sweat. My heart still pounded as if I'd been struggling in the surf to paddle out against on-coming sets.