Lani's Initiation

by Danielle Richards

  As Ted moved in front of her the intensity of the dance increased and soft strokes to the belly grew harder and harder until the thud and slap of the whip and the grunt that followed from Jen got more pronounced. Neither Jen nor Ted were counting aloud, I don't know if anyone was. I was merely watching and getting really wet. The six slaps of the flogger to Jen's more than ample breasts were something. Her body and her tits swung in a beautiful pendulum as Ted went from right to left, right to left. It hurt her. It hurt her a lot, and the moans and grunts were now replaced with sharp gasps and her head dropped back between her up swept arms, accenting her lovely breasts and jutting nipples all the more. Something came over Ted at this point, and the next four strokes across Jen's heaving chest were sharp and hard. After the fourth had landed harshly on her left nipple, Jen made a real, honest and primordial scream, and like an animal, she tried to spring from the chains that held her in spite of the utter futility of the effort.

  "Ted," came Ms. Baxter's voice quietly but still breaking the moment, "that is already fifty strokes. Do you wish to finish with the flogger?"

  "Oh, no. I lost count. You should have stopped me. I want to use the cane on her, and really make her scream. I want it, and I think she does too," he said in clear distress that he had lost himself in the moment.

  "The draw was fifty-four. So you only have four left," she scolded.

  "No ma'am," Jen interrupted in a sobbing voice. "Only the minimum was fifty-four. I want the cane. I want to show these guys that girls are as tough as boys when we want to be. I can take the fourteen you originally picked for me."

  "Well, well," Ms. Baxter said with a mix of surprise and true admiration.

  I was shocked and moved by this and decided then and there that Billy and Jen had set the tone for the evening and my earlier pledge to show them something special in me became even more serious than before. Ted seemed to be equally impressed, but was trying not to show it. "Is that so? Well let's see." He picked up the cane that had just devastated Billy's ass, wiped it with a towel and then slashed it back and forth through the air like a fencer testing a foil. "Count these for me Jen. I don't want to lose count again."

  The first slash was quick to Jen's ass, and she jerked her body in response and drew in a sharp breath and shook her head violently from side to side as if to fight off the sudden attack to her nerves.

  "Well?" Ted asked her.

  "Thank you Master," she said still struggling with the shock of the first lash across the firm upper half of her taut little tan ass.

  "No, you stupid slut. That's a nice sentiment, but you are supposed to count the lashes for me," he told her very harshly.

  "Sorry. One," Jen said a bit sarcastically.

  "I don't think I like the way you said that. Let's begin again," and with that his arm flew forward and the swish of the cane cutting the air was followed instantly by the smack of it cutting into Jen's tender flesh and her screaming gasp as the pain ran through her.

  "One," she struggled to say.

  Ted concentrated on Jen's ass, bringing the girl to the point of trying to jump away from the cane as she was bound stretched between the chains. By the sixth lash, she was sobbing hard and her count was hardly audible. Ted moved his aim higher and the cane brought more screams to Jen's dancing body. The look on her face made it clear that she now regretted her boast, and the look on Ted's face made it equally clear that he was really enjoying proving that to this little girl. After nine lashes, Jen began to beg for Ted to stop, that she had taken all that she possibly could and that she was ready and anxious to suck him dry.

  "What happened to all the courage and bravado of a moment ago?" he rubbed it in.

  "I can't make it. I just can't," Jen sobbed. "I tried, really. It's just more than I can take."

  "O.K. You did pretty good little girl. I don't think any girl can take a real whipping and then fourteen serious lashes from the cane from a real man without begging him to stop. That is just our power over you."

  "Perhaps that is generally so, Ted," I was surprised to hear Ms. Baxter comment. "But I think you may have a surprise in store for you still tonight." This obvious reference to me, and the fact that as she said it she looked directly into my eyes, stiffened my resolve and heightened my fear to the point that I could taste it.

  "Really?" he said calmly and as he stepped around to stand in front of Jen standing sweat drenched and limply in her chains, he let go with a quick slash across her up stretched breasts. The surprise was so great and the pain so searing that Jen only sucked in a huge breath and held it, as tears welled up and flowed over her sunburned cheeks. The red welt still visible across the top of my breasts from Ms. Baxter's whip reminded me of what Jen was feeling at this moment. I loved her so.

  "O.K." Ted said with a note of military authority, "I accept your plea. Let her down. Whipping her lovely body has left me really needing a good blow job."

  As Jen was released from her bonds she slumped to the deck like a load of laundry. As she did, Ted had stripped off his pants and stood as a naked conqueror before her. His feet were firmly planted two feet apart, hands resting on hips, his smile smug and his manhood stiff and proud. "Come on, Jen. It's time to pay the price for your weakness and to acknowledge my total dominance of your sorry little soul," he barked like the actor he was at this moment.

  As Jen began to pull herself up, Ted reached down, took a handful of her hair and pulled her forward to him. She struggled to her knees and scooted forward on the deck to bring her face to his crotch and then opening her mouth wide took his now red hot penis into her mouth and began to suck it like she really knew what to do. I did not have much experience with this, having never really done it more than half way before, and was amazed that Jen seemed not only to know exactly what to do, but seemed, from the expression spreading over Ted's face to be very good at it. The vigor and apparent enthusiasm Jen brought to working on Ted's fully swollen and throbbing member, also suggested that she had either fully succumbed to Ted's whip and spirit, or maybe she was really into sucking cock. Either way, the girl went at it with abandon and hardly needed Ted's hands guiding her head back and forth. Ted's knees actually began to buckle as she sucked fast and hard. The welts across her backside were glowing as she began to bob up and down on her knees as she worked to full effect on this man she had surely captured now, as much as he had her moments before. Then it was there. Ted's eyes drooped to slits and rolled up as his body suddenly stiffened and he thrust his hips forward and gave forth with a satisfied moan as he spunked into Jen's still wildly working mouth. She gagged slightly, but surprisingly kept going madly. Ted's senses could stand no more and he suddenly pulled his still dripping dick from her mouth.

  "Swallow it! Swallow it all, and consider yourself lucky to get it," he told her. She did and sat content on her knees before him. This girl was showing me a part of being submissive that I had not seen before.

  All of us just sat quiet for a bit, and then Ted gathered himself, pulled his pants back on and went and sat in a chair on the side near Ms. Baxter. The rest of them sort of drifted about the deck area slowly, coming to rest around her as well. The atmosphere was weird. Each was spent from the excitement and sex in which they had just participated. Yet you could feel the energy in the air that the 'warm up' Ms. Baxter had so beautifully orchestrated had brought to a boil. They were ready for me. Watching them had made me ready for them... I thought.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ms. Baxter turned slowly and majestically toward Billy and gave a regal nod. Billy smiled. She had received the signal. She knew what was expected and began.

  "O.K. Ted, you know what you are supposed to do," she said in her matter of fact way. "Get to it." She then addressed the entire group and me in a sort of made up sounding speech. "Members, guests, and especially our most honored guest Ms. Baxter, now that we have all had some fun, we are about to en
gage in the second to final step in the initiation process of our newest member. Lani here knows the rules. Once we begin a punishment, Lani can't stop us from doing what we are about to do, and still be allowed in. But if we find her lacking in her acceptance of her punishment we can stop her from joining our group at any time. Once initiated she is a member for life and under my charge forever. Lani do you understand this?"

  "Oh, yes Billy," I replied softly.

  "Are you ready to begin?"

  "Yes, but what is to be my punishment tonight? I wish to know, if I may, what to expect," I asked meekly. "The others did."

  "What difference does it make to you?" she shot back. "What will happen will happen. Besides the rest of us were playing. You are being initiated. It's different."

  "Oh yes, I know. I only wish to please and show your guests how well you have trained me and how devoted to you and the club I have become." I was having fun playing the part.

  "Yeah, so?"

  "Well, if I know, I can prepare myself for all that awaits and do my best."

  "You're up to something Lani, and I'm not sure what, but you have been superb so far without knowing. But O.K. Baby, I'll tell you. Tonight you will receive a series of electrical shocks that will cause you to dance as you hang here suspended. Each of us will roll dice and the winner of each round can administer the shock to you. Each time the intensity and duration will be increased until we reach a maximum safe level. With each shock every muscle in your body will tense. It will be awful for you, but it will be wonderful and exciting for us to watch."

  "I see," was my meek response. Then something in the back of my mind kicked in and I said in a rather strong voice, "Is that all?"

  "Lani, you don't understand, this will be absolutely terrible for you. You'll feel like you have been beaten all over, but no marks. It's fiendishly cruel."

  "Billy, I understand it will be terrible, but I wish to prove myself to you and your guests. You and Jen showed what we girls can take. So please, whip me with that nasty cane she got hers with, and let me take the full fourteen that Jen nearly took. I need to show you, Ted and the others how well we girls can take your most vicious lashings. It turns me on, and I want them to see this in me and to turn them on as well."

  No one said a word for what seemed like forever. Then Jen broke the ice, "If she wants to prove something, let's help her with our best shot."

  "O.K. then," Ms. Baxter said. "I tell you what, once we get her ready for what we have planned for this part of her initiation, I will ask you Ted, to give Lani the same cane strokes you gave Jen, and add the four, or was it five, strokes that Jen couldn't, and see how she does."

  "I can tell you, she won't make it either," he said smugly.

  "We will see. But either way, the initiation we have planned will go on," Ms. Baxter proclaimed, then paused briefly and said. "Unless of course, Lani has promised more than she can deliver and she will be out. Here and now."

  Now I had done it. Perhaps I had promised more than I could deliver. But by God, I was going to do it. I would show them. More importantly, I would show myself.

  Following detailed instructions from Ms. Baxter and Billy, the boys and Chris freed me from my present bonds, stripped off my little orange g-string leaving me totally naked, and had me chained between the hooks that so recently had held Jen. Only I was standing on a little box with a short spreader bar between my ankles, and I knew full well what that meant. Once they had my cooperation to get me in position I was again blindfolded. I didn't like that, because I wanted to watch and experience everything. But as Ms. Baxter explained, I would experience everything, and the blindfold would add to the suspense and excitement for me.

  She spoke again when Billy said I was ready. "So, Lani, you have elected to show that we girls are indeed made of tough stuff too and have asked to start your next phase of the initiation with a nice caning. A wonderful gesture on your part, if not a particularly wise one," her words sunk into me and at once scared and fortified me for what was about to begin. "Since we wish to have you suspended for this part of your initiation, we will need to move with some dispatch so that you will not have to hang there an inordinately long time, even though I would love you to do so. Ted will give you the caning you seem to so foolishly crave, and then we will go directly to the initiation process we have all previously discussed. Now, if you are ready take your weight on your arms we will remove the box you are standing on."

  I did as I was told and was instantly suspended there. The now familiar, welcome pull on arms, chest, shoulders and torso came. I knew full well that soon enough the welcome and sensual pull would be replaced with wrenching pain.

  One word from Ms. Baxter said it all, "Ted."

  The sound of the swish as the cane cut the air an instant before meeting my tender flesh was the only warning I got. The sudden jolt of pain across my ass registered immediately in every nerve in my body. I flinched suspended there, but made no sound. The struggle was joined, I had to fight every blow and not give in to the pain of the suspension or the cane so as to prove my point and myself and be a part of all this. Either because he was over anxious or because of the urging of Ms. Baxter to move this part of the initiation along, Ted struck quickly, lacing six swift and searing lashes across the contours of my backside. It was terrible, simply terrible, but I was able to control myself and not scream out as I wanted. I fought the pain, and kept quiet count. I was already halfway home.

  The two slashes to the backs of my thighs were unexpected and the movement of the pain to a new region, a more tender one, caught me off guard and I made the first sound. I didn't scream out, although every nerve ending wanted me to. Instead I let out a low and sensuous groan that seemed to turn Ted on. Frankly, and I know this sounds strange, but it turned me on too.

  Just as I was recovering from the initial shock of the last two blows, a sharp pain exploded low across my lower belly just behind the telltale swish of the cane. The burn was incredible. I pulled my legs up and swung in the chains as I made low grunting sounds.

  Another to the same area sent me into a fit of pain and distress. The pain was so intense that it over-rode any sensation in my arms and shoulders and chest from hanging there.

  "God damn, she is so hot, I can never let her go," I heard Billy telling no one in particular.

  "You may have to if she doesn't make it, dear," I heard Ms. Baxter remind her.

  I resolved that Billy need not worry, as I wanted this more than she did, and I also wanted her. The thoughts associated with this beautiful pledge were shattered as the cane came to brutally cut into my left side running its searing pain from up in my armpit to down the side of my stretched tit. It got me. I screamed a long, loud primitive yell that was sound and fury, signifying a great deal.

  The next across the upper part of my back also burnt like fire, but either because of what had gone before, or the rush of endorphins that had kicked in, or just because the back is less sensitive, it did not hurt as badly as the blows that just preceded it.

  "Ms. Baxter, I have only two left to give her. It looks like she can take those and more. What a truly magnificent creature we have here," he heaped praise on me and I relished it, loving everything about this moment. "If I may, I would like to place the last two strokes of the cane along side the beautiful red welt you placed across her chest."

  "By all means, put the last two across the softness of her lovely breasts for all of us. Make each telling and distinct," she instructed him.

  Even knowing where the blow was to land made no difference to the shock of the pain as the cane impacted across the top of my up-thrust tits, leaving a searing agony ripping across my chest well above the nipples. My body convulsed and shuddered, but to my own amazement I made no sound above a long slow moan about five seconds after the cane had left it telltale mark.

  "My God," Jen said with an almost
reverent tone in her voice, "she did it. She did it."

  As her voice ebbed away across the deck and I held her words proudly within me, Ted swung his arm a last time and the signal of the swishing cane was followed as always by an instant and total shutdown of the nerves flashing a distress signal to the brain. The perfectly horizontal attack a tiny fraction above my nipples was executed with precision and a horrible sincerity. I let go. All control was shorted. I jerked wildly in the chains, I swung as if trying to get away from the terrible pain surging through me and pouring out of my toes on to the deck, and exploding through the top of my head and blasting toward heaven. As it did, and for reasons I will never know I screamed out loudly, "I love you," and then fell still hanging in my chains, head slumped down toward my heaving and battered chest.

  "I knew it. She did it. I knew she would," Billy said.

  "Yes, I knew she would too. But at what price? After that can she make it through the terrible torture we still have planned for that sweet strong body and spirit?" Ms. Baxter wondered, sounding truly concerned. "So, let's see. The faster we move the better her chances, and I think we all want to give her the full measure of this torture, but we also all want her to make it." She jolted the group into action as I hung there trying to absorb the pain of the caning and wondering how, after that, I could pass another test. "Bring the stuff boys and I'll show you what to do," she commanded.