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 breasts.

"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.

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.