Lani's Initiation

by Danielle Richards

  The wave crashes closed behind you and a spray of spit from the collapsing tube shoots by as you burst into the open. If you hurry just right, you can catch the next section. You pull in, knowing you just bought yourself a real long paddle back out, but right now you don't care because these few seconds of ecstasy, seconds that seem like minutes to you, are worth the long fight back out.

  An hour of fighting your way out and slashing and ripping these waves really starts to take its toll. But the stake is so high you forget everything and everyone. It is you, the waves, the sun and the excitement. After several more rides, I was getting tired, as were my companions. I had forgotten that I was naked, and I'd forgotten that this thrilling freedom was only temporary. I was jolted back to reality when Billy paddled over to me and reminded me of my status.

  "Lani, catch the next one in and run up to the house and get us some food and drinks. Get the cooler, fill it and carry it back down here for us. You know the fruit and drinks in the fridge."

  Brought back to reality, I responded, "O.K."

  "By the way Lani, if you look up the beach between here and the house, you'll see that some people have shown up and are on the beach. Don't get any ideas about putting anything on. And leave your board on the point. Don't want you hiding behind it as you walk up the beach. I want to see you strut your naked little body right past them and back. Be sure you carry the cooler on our shoulder on the way back too."

  Billy's instructions hit home. I was back as her slave. I'd surely strutted my stuff in my past, but never totally naked. How would I react? How would the people on the beach react? From here it looked like a group of fairly young men and women, maybe eight in all. I was part humiliated and part exhilarated. Right then I saw a peak approaching my position, heard Billy yell "Take off and hurry back" and I went.

  It was another fine wave. It walled up perfectly and I tore along its face toward the beach. I let it carry me all the way to the shore. I stood up, for the first time in about two and a half hours, got my footing, let go my fin tethers, grabbed the fins and pulled myself up on the beach. I sat there for about a minute and then remembered my orders to fetch lunch. As I placed by board and fins near the small stack of clothes on the beach, I noticed a man and women approaching over the dune. They were moving right toward the point. He was lugging a big cooler, and she was moving lightly over the beach, right in my direction. Shit, Ms. Baxter. Looking really hot in a bright red thong bikini with little stars on the top. Who was the older guy huffing and puffing with the cooler now some yards behind?

  "Lani! Lani! Is that you? Hey it's me, Linda."

  I stood there naked, frozen in place. Now what did I do? Heck, I didn't even know her name was Linda.

  "God girl, I'm sure glad to see you. Nice outfit!" was the perky message from next year's English 402 teacher and last night's torturer and vixen. "If I didn't have Bill here in tow, I'd jump your brown ass right here and have your sweet young pussy for lunch."

  God almighty, this was not the Ms. Baxter I'd expected. Her look was total lust. As I looked at her firm body and self-assured walk coming over the sand, I began to have a real rush of desire for her. She was so hot and so sophisticated. I was confused.

  Ms. Baxter threw down her towel and Bill approached. "We came down for the day. Bill here is a friend of mine. He offered to drive me out to get some sun. He's got to go back later, but I'm staying tonight to finish off your initiation. I told Bill about you all, and he just wanted to see you and meet you guys. Bill's from the mainland and comes out now and then to see me and do some business. He has been very generous to me in the past. He may be able to help you sometime in the future, so I thought I'd take this opportunity to introduce you. You don't mind to you?"

  I stammered, "Oh no. Glad to see you."

  "Bill, this is Lani, the one I told you about. Isn't she magnificent? I've got to have her for my own." Ms. Baxter's voice was getting excited.

  "Nice to meet you, Sir."

  "It's Bill," the man said. "Pay no mind to Linda. She's been carrying on about you all day. Don't worry sweetheart. She says you belong to one of the other girls, and she respects that. She just has a real thing for you and I can see why. If everything Linda tells me about you is true, and from the look of those welts I'd guess it is, perhaps we can do some business someday."

  "Like what?" I asked.

  "Never mind that now, Lani," Linda butted in abruptly. "We just came up to see you guys and have a nice day. It isn't the time or place for any discussions of business."

  Behind me I could hear Billy and Jen coming ashore. Jen yelled out first, "Oh Hi, Ms. Baxter. Glad you could come."

  Billy stepped up beside me and in mock politeness asked, "Didn't I ask you to fetch our lunch?"

  "Oh yeah. I'm sorry."

  "Well get that sweet ass in gear and run up to the house and get the stuff. Remember, I'm not finished with you yet."

  With that I was off on a run across the beach. As I approached the other group of people I altered my path a bit to swing a bit away and behind them. Even a raw exhibitionist such as me had not run across the beach totally naked in front of a group of strangers before. For that matter, I'd never run around naked before. I was beginning to like it. It felt good. I loaded the cooler with water, juice, sodas and a good assortment of fruit. From the neat ice machine in the back of the kitchen I topped the cooler off. It was rather heavy by then, so I wasn't going to be running back. As I reached the stairs down to the beach from the deck I remembered Billy's admonition to not carry the ice chest in front of me, but up on one shoulder. I hoisted it up and on to my left shoulder, the one closest to the water. Then I headed directly toward the group I had run past the last time. Down the beach I could see my destination, with Billy, Jen, Chris and Bill and Ms. Baxter all watching me. About fifty yards from that group one of the guys in the group of strangers pulled himself up from lying on his stomach to sit and face me. He was a cute blond guy. Maybe in his early twenties, good hair, good body. I couldn't hear what was being said, but the talk looked animated. He got up and came jogging in my direction.

  "Can I help you with the chest?" he asked in a loud and nervous voice. His eyes darting like a crazed man between my face, breasts, and my naked cunt.

  Not breaking stride, and trying to make the load appear light, I coyly answered, "No thanks, I got it, but you can walk over with me and meet my friends if you like."

  "Oh, Oh, sure... hey, you always run around naked?"

  "Not always. Can't you tell from my tan line?" What fun this is, I thought.

  "Hmm, that ain't much of a tan line." His eyes were glued on the little patch of hair on the one light, well lighter at least, spot on my body.

  "What's your name?" I asked changing the subject to him.

  "Bart. You?"

  "Lani. Which of those girls is your girlfriend?"

  "Oh, none. The one in pink is my sister."

  I turned and flashed a huge smile at his sister. "Aloha," I called out to her sweetly.

  She returned my Aloha with a rather sour look of disgust. I could only imagine this probably tourist girl thinking, "Oh God, my brother has fallen in with naked natives. I remember Mutiny on the Bounty. What will become of him?"

  He should be so lucky. As Bart fell in at my side I could feel his eyes on me. "What happened to your skin? You got some sort of scratch marks or something on your back and stuff."

  As cool as could be I flashed him the sweetest of looks I could muster, "Oh those are whip marks from the other day. They are pretty well faded now."

  "Whip marks?! What happened? Who did it to you?"

  "Don't get excited Bart. It's part of an initiation. I love it. You want to try?"

  "I sure as hell don't want to get whipped; and I can't believe you do. So is that rather erotic jewelry you're wearing part of the deal?"
/>   "Yes, aren't they beautiful? They are my slave bracelets, anklets, and collar. I love them. What do you think?"

  "Well," he stammered, "they sure look hot on you, and send a hell of a message. How do you take them off? I don't see any clasp," he asked grabbing my right wrist and closely examining the bracelet.

  "I don't. They are locked on with a little wrench. Neat, yeah?"

  I noted that even while obviously rather shocked, he stayed with me step for step as we moved along the beach. What was I doing? Was I attracted to this guy? The answer seemed to be yes.

  "You want to come up to our place tonight? It's the last night of my initiation. Should be great. I bet if I ask my friend, and tell her you want to see what it's like, they'll let you watch."

  "Well, I don't know."

  "Come on, please, it's cool." What the hell was I saying? What the fuck was I doing? I was about to blow a week's work and fuck up my initiation.

  "What about my sister and the rest of them?"

  Recovering my composure and thinking fast I replied, "No, just you, they can't stay. You see the stink-eye your sister gave me? I don't think she cares for us natives too much."

  "I got to stick with them. They got the car and all. I'd love to, maybe, but, fuck, I don't know. And, what's 'stink-eye'?"

  "O.K., forget it," I was escaping. But then something hormonal sprang up again; maybe it came from a great day of bodyboarding and walking around naked. "I'll give you my number. You can call me next week if you are still here and want to find out what I'm all about." Then it just rushed out "I think you're cute and would like to know you a lot better. Got a good memory? 7-3-3-1-7-7-7. It's easy. And 'stink-eye' is when you look at somebody like you already don't like them or think you are so fucking superior. Usually 'stink-eye' is followed by 'want ta beef?' and don't refer to a hamburger, but getting your face pounded. See 'ya."

  With that he froze, and just stood there. I know I planted a hell of a thought in his poor brain. What would he be thinking of tonight in bed?

  "Yeah, O.K. Lani. I'll call, I will, 733-1777." He turned and, head down, walked back to what I was sure was going to be the big chill blowing off his sister. Yeah, I was beginning to like this.

  The interrogation began a good twenty yards before I got there to put down the cooler. Ms. Baxter first, "See you got yourself an escort. Cute. A bit older than your normal puppy dog followers. Maybe I'd be interested myself. Who is he?"

  "Never mind cute, what the hell you doing picking guys up now?" Billy was pissed.

  "He just saw me and wanted to hit on me. No big deal. Shit Billy, tourists don't get to see naked wahines everyday you know. I shook him. Anyway, remember whose idea it was for me to go up there naked anyway?"

  "Don't give me that crap, Lani. I saw the way you walked and worked him. You played him like you do the guys in school. Come on Baby, you're mine up here and whenever I want you. And right now I want you. You be careful, we still got more in store for you." Billy was getting worked up, and I liked this power as well.

  I played it down now knowing the effect I could have on her. "No way. Really Billy, I didn't do a thing to provoke him."

  "Well, that may be Lani, but he is on his way back up here," Jen said in a teasing tone.

  Sure enough, Bart was headed right for us. Now what? What was he going to say that I'd regret?

  "Lani, I can't stay here tonight, but I'll be here two more days. I want to see you. I got to find out more about this whipping deal. 733-7111, right?"

  I'm screwed. Just screwed. I'm in it now. I don't want to really piss off Billy, but I want to check out Bart. "Yeah, sure. O.K. Give me a call sometime. Right now me and my friends are talking. I'll see 'ya... maybe." Wow, bad try.

  "O.K. I'll be in touch, honest, promise. Anyway I'm out of here for now."

  Besides feeling a cold chill from Billy, I felt I'd dodge a bullet here, by giving him a hard time. No sooner had I felt safe than I noted he had a real nice strong back and a fine ass.

  Ms. Baxter rode immediately to my rescue. With a look to me that said it all, she defended me to Billy. "No worries Billy. What do you think is going to happen if you have Lani walk around like that? It's harmless. She shook him."

  "Yeah, like shit. With her phone number?"

  "Hey, what's she supposed to do?" Ms. Baxter was now in the English teacher tone we all recognized as the voice of authority. While it was a bit odd coming from that hot red g-string, it still hit home.

  "Yeah, fine. I'm sorry," said Billy on the defensive. "But she could have given a fake number. You still with me Lani?"

  "Of course I am Billy. I'm yours, your slave, always, and you know it."

  Ms. Baxter again burned a hole in me with her eyes, "Don't we all? But you know, a girl has to have a few boys to play with too. Isn't that right Bill?"

  The afternoon was spent the same way as the entire morning, riding some of the best waves we had ever enjoyed. The sun beat down hot and heavy, and we rode on till exhaustion. From the water we saw Bill make his departure. Ms. Baxter stayed behind and lay on the beach topless looking like anything but an English teacher. When we finally dragged our poor tired bodies up on the beach, we were spent as if we had had continuous orgasms for the past six hours, which basically we had. The ocean is a fantastic lover. When he's up he stays up for hours and just keeps giving and giving.

  Ms. Baxter greeted us and we all dragged ourselves toward the house. In the pure pleasure of the ocean, and the intense physical and spiritual experience of the waves, I had forgotten Bart, and the fact that I had yet one more night of initiation. As we approached the house I started to anticipate what was to come. Billy seemed to have forgiven me for my earlier flirting with Bart, but I still felt a bit of a chill wind blowing from her direction. As we mounted the steps up from the beach to the deck, Billy turned back to me and icily told me to clean up the boards, take a shower and grab a nap.

  "That little game on the beach is going to cost you. Now get moving before I really get mad at you," she added.

  I awoke refreshed as dusk set over the North Shore. That meant it was about 7:30 p.m. I just lay there savoring the day. I would have been content to stay that way forever. But in the back of my mind I felt the growing anxiety over the nights forthcoming activities. It was a strange sensation ever time I knew I was to be punished. I had both a fear and dread of what was coming. A desire to escape the pain gripped me, and at the same time an even greater desire to begin. Like the proverbial moth drawn to the flame. I knew it would be painful, yet I knew I would love it. The feelings of dread and desire, the yin and yang of it, the teeter-totter of emotions got stronger every time. As I lay there, I began to wonder what fiendish new and more terrible things they had planned for tonight, and where this adventure - this new feeling - would take me.

  Just as my imagination began to drift to images of an exciting future of love, pleasure, pain and desires, I was snapped back to reality by Jen's voice in the doorway. "Ready honey? It's time for the last step in your initiation."

  I sat right up, almost springing to my feet, and for some reason just grabbed her, gave her a great big bear hug, and a full wet kiss on her ample pouting mouth. "I'm ready, let's go. Am I wearing the right outfit? Do I need cap and gown?"

  She gave a cute little half smirk, half laugh, looking at me standing there naked and asking if I was dressed right, and replied. "Perfect. I like you best dressed like this. But I got to tell you girl, I'm glad this is for you, not me, and you know I'm just like you when it comes to getting a good whipping, but I don't think I want to try this. And, I think that trick with the stud on the beach today sort of pissed Billy off, you doing it in front of Ms. Baxter and making Billy look small and like you ain't hers. This could be tough, but I know you can do it. Hell, you're so into this, you may enjoy it. Come on, let's go. We better get down there right
now and finish this party before she thinks of something even worse than what she has planned for you... and it is terrible," she told me sincerely, and kissed me lightly on the lips before pulling me behind her toward the stairs.

  As we descended the stairs into the living room the first thing I noticed was that the furniture had been pushed to the edges of the room. In about the middle was placed a sort of strange arrangement of boards lying in a rectangle across a pair of short sawhorses about one foot off the floor. The sawhorses things were surrounded by candles, and the lights were off. This arrangement, which I correctly took to be a rack, was set between the two huge support posts that were about the size of small telephone poles that went up to the second floor. Each post had a rope around it with big and heavily padded wrist or ankle straps attached. On the end closest the kitchen the rope led to a ratchet winch which was then attached by a chain around the pole. Oh oh.

  Billy, Ms. Baxter and Chris were on the couch facing the center of the room. They all had on the same white shorts and tank top as did Jen. Hot little outfits, but hardly the stuff cults and great ceremonies are made of.

  "Come here Lani and kneel before us," ordered Billy. "Spread your knees and put your hands behind your neck, can't you learn this, while we explain your final passage into our group. Sit up straight! Come on, won't you ever get that right?"

  I did as I was told and could feel the excitement begin to build in me and began to feel wet as the anticipation began to surge. Ms. Baxter turned to Billy and gave a theatrical nod. With that, Billy reached over to the little table at her side and produced the small lacquer box I had first seen on the night I began my adventure. It was simple, about 8 inches long and two inches high and wide. My Japanese kanji reading capability was never that good, and although the writing was clearly Chinese I thought I could make out the characters for 'special,' 'incense,' and fire' on the top. I was pretty sure about 'special' and 'fire,' but not at all about the rest. Billy placed the box on her knees with great ceremony and slowly lifted the lid. Inside were a bunch of what looked like real long and thin tooth picks. They were a rich dark brown and ringed every eighth of an inch like a little ruler.