Lani's Initiation

by Danielle Richards

  I stepped in front of her to confront her directly. Our eyes locked, more in mutual respect than in anger. Then she struck back at me. "Harder please, Lani. I want the welts to still show tomorrow."

  I liked her style. I knew those two lashes hurt like hell. I really put my arm into them. But Jen was calmly asking for more intensity. Bitch! I loved her.

  I stepped back a bit and let the bullwhip trail out to measure the distance to have the tip just bite into its target. I had never been on this end of the whip before tonight, but I knew what made it work to do its malicious best. I pulled my arm quickly back, then forward, putting my back and hips into the swing to generate as much power as possible. The last four inches of the whip caught one of those great mounds of breast just above the nipple and cut in. She bucked like a wild horse and let out a scream that I was sure could be heard well down the beach. Her gyrations lasted several seconds, her breathing became ragged, and tears welled up in her eyes. O.K., I had the range on her now. Before she could catch her breath and before she stopped twisting and pulling at her arms, I let go another aimed a few inches below her navel on her lovely rock hard and flat stomach. Perfect! As the pain shot through her, she kicked and twisted, but this time the scream was replaced by a long low moan that frankly scared the shit out of me. I know it was extremely painful, but she seemed to get as much satisfaction as pain out of it. The duel was charged.

  "Hang me up! Hang me up! Please, please, Lani, hang me up!"

  She was winning. Just like me, there is nothing the dominant can do to get the upper hand when the submissive takes over after taking her best and asking for more. The sense of loss that came over me was balanced by a sense of excitement and an awareness of the wetness that was developing between my thighs.

  "Help me you guys. If Jen wants to be up, let's give her what she asks for."

  Moments later her weight was fully supported by her arms, with her legs spread wide and pulled tight to the deck. In this pose, her breasts looked even more spectacular than before. I did envy them at this point. But I also decided that I would punish them if that is what she so badly wanted.

  The fifth and sixth blows were as violent and well placed as the two before. Suddenly I was overcome by the situation. My flailing away at her with the whip, her screaming and thrashing around, the whip dancing off her breasts, thighs, ass and back. I just lost it! As I regained my composure, I found myself being wrestled to the deck by Chris, Billy and Ms. Baxter. I was panting and glass-eyed... and defeated.

  "What happened?" I asked bewildered.

  "You went off, Lani. Suddenly you just went off and began beating the shit out of her. Before we could stop you, you must have finished the ten she had coming and given her a quick five or six more. You were wild!" said Billy.

  "Oh, God. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

  I glanced over at Jen hanging there almost lifeless. She was sobbing. As the others let her down I just stood and watched. She slumped to the floor, sitting on her knees and supporting herself with her bent arms. I could see the welts I had made, and, to my amazement, the trickle of blood that ran from one down her back and the other that trickled from the side of her breast. Suddenly, I felt sick. What had I done? How had I flipped out? What had overcome me to cause me to go into automatic and lose myself to whipping poor Jen like this? I guessed it was her challenge and the fact that I found that applying the whip to her sweet flesh was nearly as enjoyable to me as was having it applied to my own. As she responded to the whip with more obvious sexual excitement, I began to be overcome myself. A dangerous combination that I would have to be aware of.

  As I gathered my thoughts and strength, I realized that we still had to deal with Billy. As I stood at the edge of the deck looking across the dark sand into the sea, I could sense the activity behind me that was preparing Billy for her turn. As I wheeled around I saw her standing there suspended between the chains. Her hair hung over her one shoulder and she looked particularly good to me at this moment. For some reason, after the exuberance of whipping Jen, I could not muster any desire to start on Billy. I was spent, and actually feeling physically exhausted.

  "Jen, Chris, can you please punish Billy for me? After what I did to you Jen, I just don't think I can do Billy," I said in a sort of whiney voice that I didn't like the sound of.

  "Come on Lani, this is your responsibility," scolded Ms. Baxter. "You can do it, you'll see. Once you get started and Billy reacts, you'll get into it. Besides, it is the responsibility of the new member to reinitiate the old... and you owe it to her."

  I shook my head no, and cast my eyes down. I could feel my newfound strength and confidence flowing out through my feet onto the floor. I was standing in a puddle of my own emotion. I didn't like it. I was afraid. I felt sick.

  "Lani, I need you," came the plea from Billy. "And you need me. I didn't say our club name twice by accident. I have waited all week for this moment. I really want to experience the pain I gave to you back on me. Please, don't let me down now. Besides, please hurry, because standing on tip toes like this is a killer."

  "O.K. baby! Let's get it on! If it's the whip you want, then I'll gladly pay you back for what you have given me. I owe you, and you know what I mean."

  Billy responded exactly as I hoped to the first ten strokes. She was breathing hard and twisting with pain, but although her face was red and contorted in agony, her eyes showed the inner light of delight. I had the girls help me to suspend her from her wrists a few inches above the floor for the second ten. I knew that the added tension on the skin and the way the body hung would intensify the effect. I remained in control throughout. I was like an artist on a canvas. Placing each lash for maximum physical, emotional and visual impact. I laced her tits from side to side. I raised some really hot welts on her still marked ass and, from behind, I angled the whip across her hips so the tip would bite into the tops of her thighs right by her pussy. I was in love with Billy as much at this moment as ever. I freely shared with her the joy of this and she shared it in return. When we were finished, I realized I was as spent and as wet as if I had been the victim. I was learning.

  As Billy regained her composure, she shook out her hair, and I suspect a few cobwebs from her head, and slowly moved over to me. She was covered in sweat and glistened in the light of the deck. The welts on her were beautiful. I had done a very good job. I hoped that the outfit Ms. Baxter had in mind for Billy would show off my handiwork. She moved in close and slowly put her arms around me at my waist. As she pulled me tight against her she moved her mouth to my ear and whispered. "I love to whip you. I never liked getting it before. But tonight was special. I'll never forget this moment. Remember I gave you your first cut with the whip, and now you have given me my first enjoyment of getting it. We are bonded, Lani. In this we are one, and always will be."

  I moved to kiss her. I wanted to devour her with kisses. But to my surprise she gave me the sweetest and most gentle kiss. A peck on the lips between friends, not the deep passionate exchange between two lovers. Its sweetness was far more powerful than any hungry groping kiss could have ever been under the circumstances. As she stepped back and released her encircling arms I began to shudder as if suddenly hit by a wind directly from the North Pole. I knew that the chill I felt came from within and was more powerful than any fabled north wind. The flood of sensations in the last hour left me drunk with excitement. I just sank down on my knees and stared blankly at this wonderful girl.

  Chapter Nineteen

  I was snapped out of my near trance-like condition by the return of Ms. Baxter on the deck carrying a large cardboard box.

  "O.K. gang, it's almost eight-thirty. We got an hour and a half to become killer vixens of the night. You with me?"

  "Yeah!" we chimed in unison.

  "You ready to see your outfits? I got just the thing for everyone, as usual what I want to do is push you all to a level b
eyond where you would go yourselves. Tonight you are not your normal selves. You are the four members of a sexy, secret, sadomasochistic society of stunning beauties. You need to look, and most importantly, feel the part. You are not only going to be noticed, you are going to be the center of attention and the center of conversation for weeks to come. Are you ready?"

  "Yeah!" It was getting like a kinky pep rally.

  "Are we going to the Dungeon?" Chris asked anxiously.

  "Not tonight dear. They are not having one tonight. Anyway, while you guys would stand out anywhere, we are not going to an S&M or gothic club tonight, so your level of outrageousness should be all that much higher."

  "Ms Baxter, what you wearing? Show us your outfit first," Jen begged.

  "O.K." she said lifting a light gray jacket and skirt from the box. "How's this?"

  I was shocked. I had not expected to see this Calvin Klein suit as an image of "to stun." It was a sensational suit. But it was a suit. She must have seen our expressions of disappointment. She smiled and stepped into the tight little straight skirt and pulled it up over her hips. It was short. Very short, and fit the turn of her ass as well as anything could. Then she slipped her arms into the jacket. As it came around her it became obvious that she knew exactly what she was doing. With the right blouse, this pale jacket with a U-line front could cause any businessman to sign any contract on Earth. But without any blouse as it was worn now, the effect was multiplied one thousand fold. Stunning. Totally stunning. Buttoned at the waist the swooping neckline revealed her deep cleavage and the twin swells of her breasts almost to the nipples themselves. And across their soft flesh ran the traces of my whip. Suddenly going to town didn't seem so great. All I wanted to do was undress her, kneel at her feet and eat her pussy till she begged for mercy. But that would have to wait.

  "How's this? Imagine it with black heels. I got 'em in the house," she said as she wheeled and turned like Naomi Campbell on the catwalk. "Check it out with the jacket unbuttoned. It hangs and moves just right, and it shows off Lani's handiwork with the whip. Perfect, don't you think?" We were unanimous in our agreement.

  "That's absolutely hot Ms. Baxter. What you got for me?" asked Jen anxiously.

  Ms. Baxter pulled out a lemon yellow knit dress that looked pretty small for a ten year old.

  "Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Jen. "What size is it?"

  "Just put it on over this matching g-string. It's stretch lycra"

  "O.K., I'll do it, but..." as she tugged the tiny bit of tubular elastic up over her body. The tank dress was skintight. It pushed her breasts up nicely, showing the lovely welts on them to good advantage. The dress clung and molded itself to the tiniest contours of her great little body. I mean you could count every rib and muscle. Hell, you could almost see what she had for dinner. She looked great with her dark tan in contrast to the bright canary yellow of the dress.

  As she continued to tug the dress up, Ms. Baxter instructed her to turn around. Wow! This gave new meaning to the term backless. The dress barely covered her butt. When she pulled it down to barely cover the bottom of her brown butt, the top of the g-string showed along with the curve of the top of her hips. It also showed off the welts on her back nicely. She was about to protest that it was too revealing when she caught sight of Ms. Baxter's no nonsense expression and shut up.

  Ms. Baxter reached back into the box and glanced toward Billy. I couldn't help but think of the girl who had had to sleep in a tee shirt until a few nights ago.

  She tossed a neon blue g-string bikini bottom and incredibly small triangle top to her, paused a minute to judge her reaction, and then tossed her a pair of really thin nylon running shorts cut on the sides to part at the hip. The shorts were more or less see through, and provided just the right effect.

  "I like it Ms. Baxter. It's me! I really like it."

  "Mine, mine," squealed Chris. "What's in the goody box for me?"

  "Plain old denim overalls."

  "What? No hot little killer dress, no see through shorts and tiny tiny top? Overalls?"

  "Yes Chris, just plain old overalls."

  With that she reached into the box and pulled out exactly that. Except the overalls had been cut off as short shorts. They were small, with the traditional bib front, with the straps running over the shoulders to snaps on the top of the bib.

  The recognition of the possibilities of this particular pair of overalls slowly flashed over Chris's face. She leapt up to grab them from Ms. Baxter. "What do I wear under?"

  "Nothing."

  After a pause of recognition and acceptance, Chris was out of her g-string and pulling the overalls up over her long tanned legs. She pulled her arms through the already snapped straps and moved it around on her very ample body. It was just right. The genius of Ms. Baxter was again evident. The bib hardly covered her nipples and her huge breasts were wonderfully exposed, as was her back and the bottom of her ass. Chris literally danced around the deck in glee.

  "God, Ms. Baxter, every time I move, my tits are going to come out," Chris announced with a sudden realization of how little coverage the bib actually gave her. On me no one would notice, but on Chris it was really something.

  I grew increasingly excited at the prospect of what I was to wear, but I didn't say a word.

  "Lani, which of these outfits would you not wear?" asked Ms. Baxter in a voice dripping with mock sarcasm.

  "Well, any of them is fine I guess. I mean they all look really hot to me."

  "Lani, you are such a total exhibitionist slut!" said Billy.

  "Since I knew that," Ms. Baxter agreed, "I tried to think of an outfit that would push even your limit. And finally I came up with this."

  With that she reached down in to her magic little box and with the slyest of smiles pulled out a sheer white see through scarf.

  "Holy shit!" I blurted. "That's it?"

  "Well not exactly. A haku lei will finish it off nicely. It will then be the perfect outfit for the final coming out ceremony for your initiation. Just the sheer scarf tied around your hips, and the flowers round your head. Don't you recall pictures in the bible of a sort of pareo tied low on the waist and a crown of thorns?"

  "I'm not a religious expert," I said dubiously, "but I also remember a cross in those pictures. So then... what exactly is the ceremony?"

  "Think about it," Ms. Baxter urged.

  Suddenly it came to me, "A crucifixion?!"

  "Exactly."

  "Shit!" yelled Billy. "Are you serious?"

  "Oh very," said Ms. Baxter. "It will be magnificent. Oh, I see the look of horror on your face. Don't worry. No nails! It is a visual thing. Performance art if you will. I got to call the club right away and remind them I need them to make a big cross to hang from the ceiling." And off she dashed to the telephone.

  "Outrageous enough for you?" Chris asked.

  "Fuck, I can't do this. Sure, I like to show skin and all, but this, in a public club in town? We don't even know who will be there. Gee, I think this is too much even for me."

  "Didn't bother you all this week. Why now?" asked Chris.

  "Well that was at the beach, and we were in the water, and, well... it is just different and you know it."

  "How is it different?"

  "Fuck," I shot back, getting a bit worked up. "I don't know how. It just is."

  "Well girl, after tonight you will be able to tell us. Because from the look of excitement on Ms. Baxter's face, you are going this way, and you are going to be crucified." Jen noted with all too much clarity and correctness for me. "Besides, if I can wear this, and Chris can wear those cover-nothings, then anything but naked makes you basically overdressed by comparison."

  "O.K., but even if I agree, if I go to a club like this I'll get arrested. We'll all get arrested."

  "You've never been to a club with
Ms. Baxter, Lani. She knows what she's doing, and knows everyone that counts wherever she goes. We may be absurd, but we won't get arrested," Billy consoled me.

  "All right, if you say so," I said regaining my confidence and my courage. "But when Ms. Baxter comes back I want to ask for a favor. You all got your nice new welts, and they will show great with your outfits, but mine are all a couple of days old and, well, my situation seems to need them as much as yours... so can you guys give me a few now so we will all be together?" I begged.

  Billy sprang to answer. "No Lani! You can't be punished just for fun. As a new member, your initiation is over, well almost I guess, not with the crucifixion being added, and well, you will just have to wait till next time to take another turn with us."

  "Or until you are on the cross," Ms. Baxter interjected as she came back onto the deck. "It's all set. They will have everything ready. You are going to be the star of tonight's show. This will be fabulous."

  They turned and walked off toward the house. I was disappointed. It would have really finished-off the 'look', and the whipping of my friends had excited me and made me want to do it again. Suddenly, I had an idea.

  "Wait! Excuse me ladies, but I got something to say."

  They turned back to look at me, hands on hips, looking impatient.

  "I just want you all to know how very happy I am to be a member of Na Wahine Ho'opi'opi'o." I smiled broadly.

  They all just laughed and began to walk toward me. "O.K., you win, come over here and assume the position," said Jen with a big smile.

  "No, wait," Ms. Baxter interrupted. "When she is crucified in the club, a nice whipping by you girls will be a stunning exhibition. We will take care of it there."

  As we entered the house to make up and get ready I started to become comfortable with the idea of being crucified, for pretend. It should be exciting. Suddenly I was anxious to try this new thing, to find a new, and sharper, edge.