Lani's Initiation

by Danielle Richards

  "Hey, who's up for going naked again?"

  Stunned looks all around.

  "Come on you guys, it's great, really!"

  When no responses came, except for Jen looking at her feet, I decided to test out my new status as the newest member of 'our' group.

  "Look you guys, you made me do it the other day. At first it was strange, but later it was wonderful. Total freedom. Right Jen? So, listen to me. We are going to do it! You understand?!"

  Just like that, Jen and Chris were standing there naked. I could see how awkward they felt and I knew how they felt. Funny what a huge step it is from a string bikini with a tiny top to topless with a thong or g-string and the even bigger step from topless to naked. In our cases it was only a matter of a few, very few, square inches of fabric, but a big step.

  For a long moment Billy hesitated and I realized that maybe I had pushed things a bit far; challenged Billy's leadership a bit too much.

  Then; "Fuck it!" she yelled, pulling off her string and taking off on a sprint for the surf. "Come on, I guess this is what we've been waiting for."

  Suddenly overdressed, I stood and realized how erotic they looked as they ran toward the crystal blue sea on this golden day.

  "Come sit next to me, Lani," I heard Ms. Baxter from behind me and turned. She was patting the sand at her side.

  I did as she said because somehow I knew something interesting was coming. And I was right.

  I sat down on my knees directly facing her.

  She reached out and touched my cheek gently and as she stared into my eyes, a chill ran through me even as I sat on the hot sand. Her hand moved down to stroke my right breast. Rather than flinch away or lean back, I felt my body moving to meet her touch and my eyes slowly close.

  As she dropped her hand, her soft voice began to caress me as her finger had. "This week has not been an accident. Just listen and I know you will understand..."

  Slowly at first, and then only after I had promised not to breathe a word to anyone - even the others - she told me how 'they', she and a mysterious someone else, had been watching me, even from before I had come to the Pali school. How she had nurtured Billy's little club while they grew into S&M and how the different girls had found out whether they liked giving it or getting it, or both.

  Ms. Baxter and this mysterious other person had felt that I was ready to find S&M by the time I had settled at Pali and she told me how Billy had really wanted me but had been afraid of being rejected. It was Ms. Baxter who encouraged her and thought of the stay up here to initiate me.

  'They' had been quite sure I would go all the way and Ms. Baxter told me how pleased they were that I had proved them right.

  I was bursting to find out who this other person was and how Ms. Baxter had known me before I even came to the school. And she must have felt the questions boiling up inside me, because as she finished, she put her arm round me, kissed me.

  "Lani, the 'we' I keep talking about is your mother and me."

  I stared at her. "How do you know my mom?" I asked. And then, slowly the full truth began to dawn.

  "You mean... you and... you and Mom are...?"

  "Lovers. Just like you and Billy."

  I felt like I had been hit by a truck. I was stunned, dumb and confused. And I just sat and listened while the rest of the story came out.

  It had happened when Mom had been a camp counselor for Ms. Baxter one summer here in Hawaii - she was six years older than Ms. Baxter. One night she had gone looking for Mom and found her tied up to a tree being whipped. Naturally she had been horrified at first but Mom had yelled at everyone to go away, then calmed her down and explained about S&M. A few nights later she and Mom went out into the woods again and Ms. Baxter had watched from the bushes while Mom played out a scene with two men and two women who came to torture her into telling them where she was hiding. She had watched Mom yell, twist and writhe under the whips but had become so excited that she had to start rubbing herself while the torture seemed to go on and on. She felt the sexual charge in the scene and understood it immediately. She loved the way Mom's body moved under the beating and the way she could change the pain into pleasure. She loved the power of the people wielding the whips. That night had changed her life forever.

  When Ms. Baxter finally fell silent, I guess I simply didn't how I was supposed to react. Part of me wanted to laugh at how worried I had been about Mom seeing my collection of welts. Another part of me wanted to ask about my dad. I settled for that, and Ms. Baxter explained that he was involved too, he had been one of the men whipping Mom in the woods, and both my parents had been waiting till I found S&M for myself.

  Suddenly I found I was really looking forward to being able to talk openly with them about what I had discovered - although of course, Ms. Baxter explained, they would never play any part in a scene in which I was involved. She went on to calm one more fear which had raised its head while I listened to all this. Although she was still as attached to Mom as ever, she fully intended to hold Billy to her promise of sharing me, so I was still going to see plenty of her. Hey! I was going to be whipped by my mother's lover.

  I got a real kick and a moist feeling in my cunt at that thought and asked Ms. Baxter if she really would whip me again. I knew the answer; I just wanted the rush of hearing her say it.

  "Yes, Lani. I'll whip you again, plenty of times," she said. We kissed and I felt her hand stroke my right breast again.

  The others came running naked and wet up the beach, at that point.

  "Hey Fuckwit! What you doing making out with Ms. Baxter up here? You got us all out there naked, and you sit on the beach all dressed up," Billy called out.

  "Yeah, I guess this g-string is rather formal," I smiled at her, snapping back into the here and now. I slipped out of it and away we went again till dusk, although I couldn't help wondering about what the evening would hold for me now that I was truly initiated.

  Chapter Eighteen

  As usual, Billy was there with the answer of what was going to happen next. I must say that I was more than a bit surprised by what she had to say.

  "A toast to Lani. To the newest member of our club, 'Welcome now and forever.' You are now a full fledged and sworn lifelong member in equal standing of the Na Wahine Ho'opi'opi'o. To speak the name of our group aloud is considered an offense against the group and you must never do so. If you ever speak the words aloud even to us, you will be whipped with ten lashes of the bullwhip. Should you ever say the name to anyone outside the group, it is your obligation to report yourself for punishment of 25 lashes. This is our one true secret. That is why we refer to ourselves only as 'our club'." With that she rose and held her wine glass high. "To Lani."

  "To Lani, the newest member of Na Wahine Ho'opi'opi'o." the four of them said in unison as they raised their glasses in toast and took a sip.

  "What exactly does that mean?"

  "It more or less means the women who share pain with one another. It's not exactly right, but close and we like the way it sounds," was Jen's reply.

  "Wow, I like it. Thank you so much. I mean it. You have no idea how much this means to me." With that I shot a quick and knowing glance at Ms. Baxter and then a long visual embrace with Billy. "I'd like to propose a toast, if I may. To Billy, our leader. May we always enjoy her strong leadership and love. To Billy."

  With that all rose again and in unison we pronounced "to Billy."

  Billy rose to speak. She seemed to be acting rather formal. "Lani, you are now formally and officially a member of our little club. You know our rules and now our secret name. You will have noted that by tradition we have toasted your entry to our club by using that name. As you know, to utter those words aloud, or by the way to write them down, is a serious offense against our group and will always be punished by ten lashes with the bullwhip for each offense. Understanding this,
you realize that I said the name twice, and Jen, Chris and Ms. Baxter each said it once. We did this on purpose. It is our tradition to allow the new member to whip the old and bring us all together. So, we will now trade places with you and receive the punishments we deserve. First Jen, ten; Ms. Baxter, ten; Chris, ten and then me, twenty." With that she bent down and took the ankle and wrist cuffs, and the big nasty bullwhip form under the table and handed them to me. "Let's get started."

  "Billy," I asked, "why did you say, uh, the name twice?" I was careful to avoid saying it and almost slipped.

  "Because I got you here and because I so enjoyed punishing you all this week that I thought it only fair that you give me back a bit of what I gave you. You do want to do it don't you?"

  "Well, I never thought about giving the whippings before. I guess, I guess I do want to experience the other side of this. I can't imagine that it will give me as much pleasure to give as to get. After all, it is better to receive than to give regardless of how the saying goes."

  Everyone laughed, except I noticed that Chris's laugh was a bit strained and nervous. I remembered what Ms. Baxter had told me about how she would much rather give than get. I'd keep that in mind.

  "Besides," shot in Jen, "I want a few really good marks for later tonight."

  "What's tonight got to do with this?" I asked.

  "Oh yeah, we didn't tell you yet. Tomorrow is our last day and we always go to town and hit a few clubs looking as outrageous as we can on our last night. We will leave here about ten, hit the club by maybe eleven, and close it up five tomorrow morning. We can get back and flop back into bed as the sun comes up. Our mission tonight is to just tramp up and go as a group to stun the poor and unsuspecting. A few welts showing here and there are great for looks and as conversation starters. It's really fun."

  "Cool, but I didn't bring anything to wear to town. I only brought the stuff Billy said to bring."

  "Don't worry, I'm sure Ms. Baxter's got just the thing for you to wear already in mind."

  "That's right," chimed in Ms. Baxter. "You will all see what I've got in mind for you in about an hour or so. Till then you will just have to let your imaginations run wild. Now, let's get out to the deck and take care of our little business so we can get ready to hit the town."

  Out on the deck we looked up at the hammock and Ms. Baxter and I moved to take it down while Jen and Billy began to put Chris in the wrist and ankle straps. Her whole mood began to change as the straps were attached. The fear was etched in her face as she looked at me as we attached her wrists to the widely spaced hooks and clipped her ankles together.

  "Ready?"

  "Yeah. Sure. Give it your best shot Lani," she said but with a voice totally lacking in confidence or conviction. "See if you can get a charge out of getting even."

  Remembering what Ms. Baxter had told me about Chris, I decided to make it look good, but not to really get into it. I liked Chris. She had given me what I needed and now I would return the favor.

  After the first three, Jen urged me to do better, but the look in Chris's eyes told me I was already approaching her threshold. The fourth swing brought the whip sharply across her ass. She screamed and squirmed and begged me to go easy. I thought I was.

  A glance at Ms. Baxter told me I was doing fine. Billy too seemed to realize what was going on. Jen still urged me on to, "Hit her harder. Harder! Come on Lani, let her have some of the thrill you been having." How true. But I was not so sure that I wanted to share the power I got from what I had been experiencing. Besides, I was not so sure that it would work the same for her as for me.

  By the tenth stroke, Chris was bathed in sweat and totally spent. We all stood there and admired her. She looked great, and she looked like she felt great too. As we let her down, I realized that I did get a bit of a high from wielding the whip on that tender and beautiful young flesh. Even though I had held back, the whip had done its work on its own, and I noticed a beautiful pattern of welts beginning to form. Two nice ones on her front, with a particularly well placed one on the top side of her large left breast, and three crisscross stripes on her back and ass. Not bad.

  "I think I'm getting the hang of this," I said.

  "You coming over to the dominant side?" asked Chris rubbing her backside.

  "No, but I think I am beginning to see that I didn't have all the fun this week."

  A minute later I was sort of shocked to see Chris and Billy pulling Ms. Baxter's arms over her head and attaching her cuffed wrists to the hanging chains. Sure, she had been naked and with us now for the better part of the week, but you just don't expect to see your English teacher in this position. Not that most students in her class haven't wanted to. God almighty, if the boys could see her now.

  "Tie my ankles spread apart," she urged. "Farther, farther. That's it."

  Before me, spread as a gorgeous 'X' stood Ms. Baxter. A chill of excitement shot up my spine. A chill that actually caused a shiver to spread over me and my back to tighten into a spasm. I could imagine how my Mom would love to whip this gorgeous woman. How she must have loved training her as a girl, as she had me. The circle was coming complete.

  Our eyes locked. Not a word spoken. I pulled back the bullwhip and struck. But as I did all the strength was sapped from me. The whip weakly slapped her back.

  "Come on!" she scolded. "We are all equal now in this. Let's not count that one. Now try again."

  I could see she was unhappy with me. I didn't expect or like that. "O.K. let's do better," I told myself.

  The next lash was more like it. Whap!

  "Uhm" was the low moan that escaped her lips as she slowly turned away from the whip strike that had caught her across the middle of her well-rounded and tanned ass.

  The second was in the middle of her back, and brought another low moan.

  "You're getting the idea now," she panted. "Harder, please."

  The third brought a deeper and longer moan and a squirm I recognized from my own experience of trying to get away from the burning pain that was now on the inside.

  "Harder! Harder! Come on bitch, Harder!"

  Bitch? Wow a side of Ms. Baxter that only the lash could bring out. O.K. then. Here goes.

  I put some energy for the first time into number four. The moan became a "Shiiit!" as she jerked at her chains. With that I was beginning to feel myself getting a bit hot.

  For the first time I saw the woman strung up before me not as Ms. Baxter but just as a gorgeously shaped body, designed by nature for the whip. And even as I felt the heat grow in my cunt, I was coldly working out where the welts needed to go to decorate her nicely. Her screams were irrelevant. Only the whipping mattered and where best to leave the marks. I was really getting into this. I went for her tits and just loved the way they rippled under the lash. Then I angled the strikes down and laid them across the soft skin of her inner thighs.

  Six sharp blows later Ms. Baxter was screaming and pulling on her chains and I was stunned by the force of my blows on her beautiful body. It was thrilling! It was a new experience. My dominant side was developing right along with my submissive.

  When Ms. Baxter was let down she sank to the deck and held her head trying to catch her breath. I sat transfixed as I watched her and realized that while she was in pain, she was also in ecstasy. I knew the feeling. Rushing endorphins, wild, wonderful. What I hadn't realized was that while I was feeling that way, I had never appreciated the feeling the one wielding the whip had at the same time. I was wet. Just that simple.

  Ms. Baxter drew herself up and came over to me. "Great job young lady."

  She stepped back to look at herself in the dim light of the deck. Examining her thighs, she ran her index finger slowly along the two lovely raising welts on her inner thighs. A slight and sly smile crossed her full lips. Then her finger slowly traced the three sharp welts crossing her breast
s.

  "Perfect. Perfect, Lani. Just perfect."

  She ran to me and hugged and kissed me with a sincerity that I understood. A few days ago I could have never understood this display of genuine gratitude for a severe whipping leaving welts that were going to last for a few days. Now I did.

  Facing Jen spreadeagled in the chains, I was a bit scared by the look in her eye. Without us exchanging a word, it was clear that we were challenging each other to a duel - submissive against submissive. I was limited to ten strokes to break her. This was becoming a cool game. My maneuver was to shift the attention of the punishment.

  "Ms. Baxter, how should we whip Jen to best suit her outfit for tonight?"

  "Well, I don't want to reveal the outfit, but welts anywhere will be fine on the back, stomach and those big lush tits," she said with a bit of lust in her voice.

  The reference to Jen's gorgeous breasts and the way she said it only made me more on edge. Ms. Baxter had an annoying way of reminding me that she thought I'd be better with larger breasts, and this sort of dug it in. I wonder if she meant it. The sly gleam in her eye told me that she did indeed - to add tension to an already explosive situation.

  I was determined to have Jen begging for me to stop half way through the whipping. Then I could slack off a bit and hold the reins of control firmly in my grip.

  Swish, Thwack! The lash bit into her back and the tip cruelly wrapped around her side and bit into the flesh just below her armpit. She immediately let out a scream and twisted furiously in her chains. Two seconds later another lash was delivered with all my might to the top of her ass. Again she let out a sharp scream and pulled at the chains holding her hands aloft, while kicking her feet chained loosely to the deck.