Chapter Eleven

The shock of having my favorite English teacher sitting naked next to me while my nude and ravished body was secured spread-eagle to the bed was so great that I couldn't help calling out as I had.

"Nice going Lani," Chris said dripping with sarcasm, "if you could have made it another fifteen minutes you could have spared yourself another day staked out in the sun."

"Close enough," Ms. Baxter said, "we can say she made it and if she is a good girl she can surf with you guys tomorrow."

"Shit. I mean... well fuck, what are you doing here?" spilled out of me like hot coals.

"Calm down Lani. You may just want to consider me your club's faculty advisor," she said and laughed with a sparkling smile and eyes to match while throwing her auburn hair back with her hand.

"How long have you been here?"

"Long enough to know I was right about you. Now shut up and realize that you are not the one in a position to be asking any questions," she said as she stroked my forehead with a cross between a parent's and a lover's tenderness. "Or, would you rather spend the day staked out again tomorrow?"

"Well no. But are you part of the club?"

"What did I just tell you? You keep talking and you will be punished."

"What the fuck do you call this?" I blurted out, still in a confused fog by seeing her here.

"Well Lani, I call what you just experienced genuine pleasure. The reaction of your body and spirit sure seemed to confirm that. Since your mind, that fabulously analytical mind of yours, doesn't seem to fully understand the difference, I guess I'll have to teach you," she said softly touching my lips with her forefinger. "One more word out of you and you will be very sorry. Do you understand? Not one word, not one, until one of us specifically tells you to speak." She looked deeply into my eyes and smiled. "Lani, you must understand that speech is what separates us from the animals, and hence what separates us. As our submissive slave, if you always have the ability to communicate freely in speech then you are an equal. I know you understand this. So either choose to cooperate or choose the consequences."

As I nodded my understanding, I noticed that Jen had crept back into the room and was standing naked back against the far wall. She looked highly agitated.

As Ms. Baxter noticed her and turned to address her, Jen fell sobbing to the floor at her feet.

"What's the matter Jen?"

Barely audible though her tears, Jen replied, "You're giving all your attention to Lani, and you promised me that you would treat me special when you came up here for her initiation."

"Are you unhappy with me?" Ms. Baxter asked, now sounding more like our English Lit. teacher than the really beautiful nude woman sitting next to me on the bed. As my focus shifted from the shock of her being here, I turned my attention to her physical being. All I could think of was that it was amazing how well you could hide an exquisite figure under a business suit if it was cut right, or wrong depending on your point of view. Her long auburn hair hung loosely, not in the tight ponytail she wore to school. Her figure was full and firm. Her large breasts were very beautiful and high. Her stomach was flat and firm and the glint off the capture ball on her navel ring really caught my eye. She was hot. She looked a lot more like someone off the pages of Playboy than somebody's English Lit. teacher. As she turned to talk to Jen I was shocked to see that she had a sun tattoo on her right ass cheek. Wow, I was getting information overload on my favorite teacher. But nothing I was seeing or knowing was making her less my favorite. Very much the opposite. Ms. Baxter was full of surprises. I wondered how many more. If the boys at school could see what she really looked like her classes would overflow with horny little boys pretending to have an interest in Byron or Wordsworth. As my mind drifted back to Jen and her pleading I could hear her responding to Ms. Baxter's question through her sobs.

"Yeah, I am mad at you," she blurted out. "You got to do what you promised!"

"That is 'have to do' not "got to do' young lady, and do you think it's your position to be telling me this?" Ms. Baxter shot back.

Suddenly the courage drained from Jen's face like the bottom of a bottle being broken out.

"Well, no," came her weak reply.

"Well no what, slave?"

"Well no, Ms. Baxter."

"That will cost you Jen," Ms. Baxter shot back more sternly. "You mean, 'No Mistress' don't you?"

"Yeah... Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress, you mean. Don't you dare speak pidgin English to me. If it's attention you want so bad, how would you like to spend tomorrow staked out with Lani?"

"No thank you, Mistress. That punishment needs to be reserved for her alone since she is the one being initiated."

"But your ill mannered behavior just now, and your jealousy of Lani need correcting. Don't you agree? What would you suggest?" she said like someone scolding a puppy.

Jen hesitated for a moment and then lowering here gaze said, "I guess a little whipping might be appropriate."

"Do you? And what exactly constitutes a little whipping?"

"Maybe twenty lashes with the flogger."

"Oh, is that so, Jen? And how hard should they be?" came Ms. Baxter's cool, measured and teasing reply.

"Kind of medium."

"You mean so as to turn your skin a nice red for an hour or so?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, I don't think so. And your desire to receive punishment that you merely find enjoyable is noted with concern for your state of training and sincerity as the true submissive that you pretend to be." After a pause for effect, Ms. Baxter continued, "I am thinking more like twenty hard lashes with the single tail whip so you will have some nice welts for a day or two to remind you of your mistake and how you should think and feel. Now go downstairs and tell Billy and Chris to get things ready to suspend you in an upside down X for your whipping, and to get out the box of gear so I can teach Lani the difference between pleasure and punishment as well."

"Upside down?"

"Gee Jen, did I say twenty lashes? I guess I meant twenty-five," came the instant retort.

"But I prefer the other way Mistress," Jen squeaked.

"Oh, you're right. Make that thirty. Fifteen front and back. Nice and even that way... upside down. Any other questions? I didn't think so. Now get going."

About ten minutes later I was getting Ms. Baxter's lesson on the difference between the extreme pleasure I had experienced earlier in the evening and punishment. I was lying naked face down on the deck next to the deck railing as she had directed. After some maneuvering under Ms. Baxter's directions, Billy and Chris had a railing post between my legs and shoved up against my ass and cunt with each leg spread and then a rope from my ankles to the next railing posts over. I was still lying face down when they hooked a rope length to each wrist cuff. Standing astride my back, Ms. Baxter pulled up on my shoulders, arching my back, while the girls pulled my arms up and over my head and then back tying the ropes off at the junction of the railing and the next posts over. Because of my flexibility from gymnastics and my working out, I was able to arch back from my hips without too much difficulty. Nonetheless, it was a strain to be bent back like that with my stomach arching up off the deck from just above my pelvis with my weight resting squarely on my little pussy mound. To hold my head up and back, they put my hair in a huge braid and with a short piece of rope tied it to the railing behind me. The pain I was experiencing was sharpest in my shoulders and the small of my back and where my pussy pushed on the deck. I wondered how long they intended to keep me like this. But I was learning that I sure as hell didn't want to ask.

"Comfy?" Chris asked.

I couldn't nod and sure wasn't going to say anything.

"Good, you can watch us whip Jen from there and not be in the way," Billy added wryly.

After a few minutes, Jen had been hoisted up off the deck by her ankles that were secured to a spreader bar that held them about three or four feet apart. She swung there with her head about two feet from the deck, which was just barely beyond her finger tips. She was turned around so she was facing me and her back was toward the house. It was strange looking someone in the eye when they were upside down. They then fixed her wrists in the leather cuffs and chained them to the deck, spread like her legs. She looked fantastic. Stretched upside down a girl's body takes on an even sleeker form. And Jen was pretty sleek when she was upright.

"O.K. Jen," Ms. Baxter began, "you want to change your mind about getting that punishment, or does the excitement of being suspended like this merely whet your appetite for a nice serious whipping?"

"What do you mean, Mistress?" Jen replied raising her head as she spoke.

"I mean you can beg for forgiveness or mercy now and I may consider it, and merely let you hang here for an hour or so to contemplate your errant ways, or if you want, I can give you the whipping you so richly deserve... and I believe you so desperately desire. So what's it going to be girl?"

"Well how hard are you going to whip me if I go that way?"

"I'm not here to negotiate with you little girl. If you choose the whip it will be a minimum of thirty, like I said earlier, and as hard as I feel you, or I," she said slyly, "think you need to satisfy our needs. So?"

Turning to me and taking my chin in her hand, Ms. Baxter spoke softly to me. "You see how it is with Jen? She can't decide if she wants to be whipped or not. Part of her does so badly, but yet she fears it. She wants to control how she is whipped. That's what some refer to as trying to top from the bottom. I can't accept that. So you see, my giving her a choice is part of her punishment. She can't win either way, and in the back of her mind she knows it. To avoid the whip is her immediate concern. Yet she also knows all too well that if she is not whipped she will only have a greater urge for it later. This is so sweet. Now, in your case, I don't know where you are coming from yet. But from the way you responded to your first whipping, I'd say you are developing a substantial taste for it.

"Well Jen, what's it going to be? We can't wait all night you know. I need to turn my attention to teaching Lani what punishment consists of so she can tell the difference between that and pleasure. If she sees me give you a truly punishing whipping, it will be the first part of the lesson. So, are you going to help with her lesson or do I just spend my time on her?"

"That is why I love Ms. Baxter as a teacher," I thought. She was so smart. I was so impressed by the way she had turned Jen's jealousy, caused by Ms. Baxter not giving her attention to her instead of me, as a weapon as cruel as the whip on her. How interesting. If Jen is to get Ms. Baxter's time and attention it will have to be in the form of a whipping that Jen now knows will be more severe than what she was hoping for. If not, Ms. Baxter will turn her attention to me, in front of Jen, and torment her all the more.

Finally, Jen replied in the most tentative voice. "Mistress, please grant me mercy. Please do not whip me as you said you would. May you grant me mercy and just let me hang here and please forgive me? Please, Mistress."

"Very well Jen." Ms. Baxter replied softly.

Ms. Baxter then extended her hand toward Chris who was standing holding the nasty looking single tail whip. As she took it from Billy she swished it about with force a few times and stepped between Jen and me.

"I guess I will just begin teaching Lani then" she said as she stood between us.

As she slowly and dramatically pulled her whip hand back I tensed in anticipation of receiving a lash. My mind reeled, how could she aim the whip at me in this position? I wondered. Afraid, I closed my eyes as the whip began to swish forward. I heard it coming and tensed for the searing pain I knew was about to explode in me.

A scream of shocking pain and surprise came from Jen.

I opened my eyes and saw Jen straining upside down, a bright red welt beginning to grow on her stomach and chest.

Ms. Baxter had fooled us both. She must have swung the whip over me and kept going to catch Jen completely by surprise.

"Oh my God!" sobbed Jen. "You said you would grant me mercy and not whip me."

"No, Jen. I said I would not whip you as I had ordered," came Ms. Baxter's curt reply. "Now, Chris, please give Jen five more, and make them pretty good. Then you Billy."

Chris did as she was told and so did Billy. They seemed to enjoy themselves in the process. By the way Jen screamed and fought against her restraints; she did not.

In a moment it was over. I had enjoyed watching. But I was beginning to realize that I enjoyed doing it more. I wondered how it felt to use the whip. But I knew I was not about to find out tonight.

As the tenth lash was delivered, Billy and Chris stepped back. Jen was covered with a sheen of sweat and several bright welts shown on her golden brown skin. A particularly cruel welt cut across her right, no wait that's her left, breast, and another went across her stomach and seemed to end cruelly on her side.

"Thank you Mistress. Thank you Billy, Thank you ever so much Chris, I needed that."

"Chris, come here," ordered Ms. Baxter. She leaned toward her and spoke in a near whisper that we could not hear.

Chris returned behind Jen and without the slightest warning let go with a vicious series of lashes directed first to her back and then moved around to the front. Jen reacted wildly screaming incoherently about stopping, it was killing her, and strangely, how much she loved Chris.

Chris paused after about a half dozen lashes had slashed into Jen who continued to jerk about wildly in her suspended position. A quick glance by Chris to Ms. Baxter and a theatrical nod in return caused Chris to raise the whip up and bring it down in an overhead motion directly between Jen's legs and squarely on her wide spread and sopping cunt.

Even isolated as we were out here in this beach house, I am sure the scream she let out was heard miles away. The second lash to the same spot a few seconds later only caused her to gasp loudly and shake. I had not been whipped there, and realized that it was not something I was looking forward to.

Chris threw the whip to the deck and rushed to kneel besides Jen and awkwardly kiss her upside down, beet red face.

I felt I knew how Jen must be feeling. I took in the scene in the quiet that held the deck for the next few moments when I became aware of Ms. Baxter kneeling at my side.