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  LANI’S INITIATION

  By

  Danielle Richards

  Publisher Information

  Lani’s Initiation published in 2011 by

  Andrews UK Limited

  www.andrewsuk.com

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright © Danielle Richards

  The right of Danielle Richards to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  Prologue

  It isn't more than two inches. An insignificant distance under almost any other circumstance. But for me those two inches or so might just as well be ten feet.

  Then there is the swift, almost soothingly soft swish, as the long leather snake whip races through the air before it kisses my skin and sends a shock of fiery pain pulsing along every nerve, tensing every muscle and making my system explode in an odd mix of mind-numbing agony and mind-numbing endorphin driven flying. Getting whipped like this is a technique my Master and Mistresses use to push me farther and higher and get me hotter than anything else will do for me. Every time certain elements of the thrill are the same. Every time something is different and wonderfully awful. I know as each lash falls in quick sequence after the last, across my ass, my back, the backs of by legs and then low across my belly and high across the tops of my tits, the pain consumes me, it blocks everything else out. I can hardly stand it, yet the glazed over look on my Mistress's face tells me more lashes, harder lashes are yet to come. I know I am reaching the limits of my endurance, the limit of my body to absorb and accept this pain. As the fire burns after each stroke expertly and cruelly delivered to tender sweat-covered flesh I approach the edge. I can't take any more. I have reached my limit. The moaning and little gasps are now replaced with a deep, primal, soul-wrenching scream as I yell out, "Yes. Yes. Oh God, Mistress, yes! Please Mistress, for me, for you, please whip me. Yes!"

  How is it that I find myself in this position? Although it is visual dynamite, most would not consider it an enviable position. Oh sure, I want to be here, I agreed to every bit of the proposition that brought me to this point. But I still cannot really understand what drew me here.

  Above me my arms spread skyward, wrists bound in thick leather cuffs attached to chains extending up to heavy beams. Below, my naked body is pulled tight with breasts pulled up, nipples jutting out, flat hard stomach stretching past hips and tiny g-string to tight legs and ankles with ankle straps clipped together and a chain from them to the eye bolt in the deck. As the whip is pulled back yet again, I recall how I first got here. I wait for the bite of the whip as I am about to be punished for another's pleasure and my own. As I wait for the next explosion of agony, my toes try to touch the floor as I hang suspended just a bit less than two inches above the ground.

  Chapter One

  Billy was one of the most popular people in our school. Great looking, a natural leader, liked by the teachers and fellow students. Billy always had that in-charge, take-charge attitude and seemed to relish having people under her power. In part her attitude probably came from being really rich, and at almost nineteen she was a year older than most of the girls in our class. I envied her and craved the sort of attention she got. This didn't make me popular with most of the other girls. I was naturally 'gifted' they told me. Schoolwork was boringly easy most of the time. Nevertheless, I studied hard to learn all that I could and be sure to get straight A's as a means of getting attention.

  The word 'gifted' always seemed to be used in reference to my physical abilities as well as my intellectual talents. Ever since I could remember I had loved sports and anything physical. Dance at five led to gymnastics and competitive medals. In the eighth grade I won the state physical fitness contest. I lettered as a distance runner and in gymnastics. I kicked ass in soccer and softball. I wanted to be good at volleyball, as a beach sport it was something I was drawn to, but was just too short to be really good at it. I loved aerobics, lifting and any kind of hard workout. Now I'm also totally into bodyboarding. I love it. Me, the sun, and the power of the sea... and my fight to control that power. Out in the surf I can steal the power of the ocean for a few seconds and make it mine. I love it. I just love it. I can flirt with the wave and it will respond with a reward of sheer intense pleasure. It is a lot like sex with just the right partner and circumstances. It is physical, it is emotional, it is all out. I constantly searched for other ways of getting the same rush I could get with the ocean. Until our stay at Billy's place on the North Shore, try as I might, I could not find a way to do it.

  Chapter Two

  The turning point in my relationship with Billy, and in my life, began when she announced one day, as if commanding a troop maneuver, that we would be spending the days right after school closed for Summer out at her parents' house. She said it was so we could just bodyboard all day at the secret spot just off the point, lie out the rest of the time and work on our tans until we were baked black all over, and just cruise and booze all night without our folks, or our boyfriends, to bug us, and... come together as a special group of friends, a club. Four girls alone on six acres of pristine beach front property with the coolest beach house ever. God, sometimes it is totally cool to have really rich friends.

  Jen asked her if our boyfriends could visit us there. Billy said, "No my parents wouldn't let us. Anyway, we can go to town and go out anyway. Besides, our plans will keep us busy up at the house."

  Seemed like the beginning of a great summer, and I was finally getting into the 'club.'

  The four of us attended The Pali School - Hawaii's oldest and most prestigious private school. Jen, Chris, and Billy had been in school together since they were six years old. They grew really inseparably close when they formed a 'club' for themselves when they were about twelve.

  One day, Billy approached me while I was dressing after gym class and asked if I wanted to join her and her two friends in going bodyboarding. We had had some great times surfing together at a local spot. I'm certain, an awesome group. We looked good in the water and knew what we were doing, and we looked pretty hot on the beach too. Although we would go to the beach and surf together, I was never invited to go out with them afterwards, or for other things, or over to their homes. But I was pretty happy just being one of the group for our bodyboarding. Private, snooty schools full of rich kids were hard enough to break into, but the fact that I was older and had a marked habit of being somewhat of a flirt, an exhibitionist, and was sexually very active didn't help.

  I seriously under dressed for school, and everything else. So most of the girls hated me from the start. Not to mention that I came in from the outside and that we were not nearly as rich as many of them, and they knew it.

  I'm sure I get my exhibitionist nature from my Mom. She can still look really hot, and she sort of subtly encouraged my tendencies in this area. My Mom had also been great in giving me a healthy attitude toward sex. "Make it safe no matter what, and enjoy it" she told me. How lucky can a girl get? My Dad was always commenting to my Mom and me that he expected me to turn out just like her, and hoped that I would. They always exchanged that knowing look parents have that made my eyes roll. She could play the role of banker's wife
all proper, but always with a heavy dose of sex appeal. She is still proud and beautiful and carries herself so well that she is a definite asset to my Dad's career.

  In part I think I began showing off to demonstrate my femininity. At only five foot five and 110 pounds I have a sort of funny little figure that is rather muscular. My arms and legs are very well muscled and 'cut.' I have a washboard flat stomach with a 'six-pack' of muscles showing vividly, really broad and strong shoulders and back, a tiny waist and hips, and a hard and cute ass, if I say so myself. I've got a naturally dark brownish skin that tans very quickly and easily to a really deep reddish brown, almost black eyes and a ton of pretty wild and very long black-brown hair with some sun streaks. One of my boyfriends told me I had "perfect little champagne glass breasts with high little nipples like pencil erasers."

  I can think of only five or six times in my life that I've worn a bra, and usually, don't wear any panties either. I wear the shortest skirts and thinnest and tightest tops I can find. I always have two extra buttons undone somewhere, and favor the bare midriff look. On dates I like to wear very sheer or revealing outfits, and I only wear g-string or thong bikinis with really small triangle tops to the beach and hardly ever wear a cover up or shorts. I just walk down the street like that carrying my board and fins, no towel, from my house to the beach; about a mile. I love it. It feels good and I really like the attention.

  Anyway, while we were weekend friends, I was surprised to be asked to the beach house with the girls. I couldn't believe it, but I accepted immediately. While it was clear that Billy was the one that asked, Jen and Chris seemed at least not to mind. And so began a wonderful new chapter in my life. One that set the tone for much of how I will live the rest of my life. How can I ever thank Billy?

  Chapter Three

  We got there at about nine in the morning. What a place! A large cedar wood A-frame on the beach flanked by tall thin coconut palms. Plush, with a hot tub in front on the deck overlooking the wide beach and the sea beyond. Large wood beams stuck out over the first half of the deck extending from the second floor balconies. Downstairs was a huge open room backed by a fabulous kitchen. Giant wood columns, almost like telephone poles held up the second floor. Couches spread along one wall facing a fireplace. Bare polished wood floors. Simple elegance. Every electronic entertainment device you can imagine. Upstairs three bedrooms. Two great 'masters' in front facing the surf. Both had king size beds. Behind them two super bathrooms and a third smaller bedroom with two double bunk beds.

  Billy marched us upstairs and told me to drop my stuff with hers in the room on the right. Jen and Chris the other. She then told us that we would share the rooms, and so that everyone could get to know me better we could rotate bedmates every night. So far, so good.

  Following Billy's specific instructions about what to bring, unpacking took about ten seconds. But only because I paused to look outside at the surf peeling off the point. I couldn't wait to get out in it. Her 'dress code' for our two weeks suited me just fine.

  "O.K," she said the day before we left, "here are my rules. We got to relax, get natural, get naked."

  She then explained, "While we are up there, the dress code is as follows: nobody can wear more than three articles of clothing at any time."

  "What about shoes?" I asked with a giggle, "Does that count as two?"

  We laughed, and Billy said shoes did count, but only as one as did jewelry and tattoos.

  Chris, a basic Californian fashion horse, looked a bit put off. She asked if that included going out or to the store.

  Billy's reply, like Billy, was simple and direct. "It means the entire time Christie. Every time one of us breaks the rules they will be punished and sent home. You got it?"

  Five minutes later the four of us were bounding down the beach in our bikinis with our boards and fins and headed for a few gut busting hours of surfing in the crystal clear waves, under the bluest sky you ever saw. Eighty-five degrees, light offshore trades, and not a cloud anywhere. Heaven on earth. About one in the afternoon Billy shouted to me to go in, grab a ton of fruit from the well stocked refrigerator, throw some drinks in a cooler and to "Drag it and my cute brown ass back down here."

  We ate lunch and passed out on the beach. It was time to tan the flip sides so we all just laid down in the sand on our backs. As I lay back, I just ever so casually reached back and pulled the neck and back tie of my bikini top.

  "Wow, nature girl of the islands. What next?" Jen said with a bit of a bite in her tone. Billy on the other hand just flashed a fine sly smile in my direction. Was it the hot sun, the four hours of surfing, or did I read something in that look that told me it was going to be an interesting couple of weeks? I wanted to find out. I never put the top back on the rest of the day.

  After dinner on the deck, we sat in the hot tub and got rather "fucked up" on some wine that probably cost more than I wanted to know.

  Beat, sun baked and blasted, we faded away. Slowly we crawled up the stairs to our rooms. Billy said she was changing for bed. I found that a bit strange in that all she was wearing at the time was a pareo hanging tied around her neck and her bikini bottom. But sure as can be, I watched as she stripped off the pareo and the bottoms and pulled on a long tee-shirt.

  She saw my look and said, "Can't help it Baby, its the only thing I can sleep in. What do you sleep in? Whatever it is it's O.K. with me. Honest, don't worry. Put on whatever is comfortable for you."

  "Well if you're sure," I replied. "I've slept the same way for at least the last five years." With that, I peeled off the hot yellow g-string bottom that I'd worn all day and hopped on top of the bed.

  "You sleep totally naked?!" she asked, sounding rather shocked.

  "Sure, I was almost naked all day and you didn't seem to mind." I was worried and defensive. But somewhat defiantly I shot out, "Got a problem with this?"

  Billy paused, looked me over ever so slowly and purred, "No baby, I just think you're the hottest thing I've ever seen. Do you shave?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "Well you have almost no body hair at all except for that wild forest on the top of your head. I never noticed that your bush is so small."

  "No, that's just the way I am. I guess all my hair decided to get centralized on the top," I giggled.

  "You are a lucky one," she said as she reached over and turned off the light. We lay side by side visible to one another in the moonlight reflected off the sea through the open sliding glass door. She reached over ever so gently and stroked my hair, then she rolled over and gave me the sweetest gentle kiss. Even though I was drunk and about to fade into sleep, I was surprised a little, but not put off. She stared into my eyes for a second, and I stared right back. I didn't say a thing. Again her lips met mine. To my surprise I parted mine and as I did, her tongue slipped ever so softly between them. Her hand moved to my thigh and she began to stroke it ever so gently. This was new territory for me. If Billy had been one of my boyfriends, I'd have known exactly what to do and what was coming. I'd never been like this with another girl. But I had no feelings that weren't good.

  "You are so beautiful. I love the way your skin looks with that sheen from the hint of sweat on it, and your hair spread all over the place," she said as her hand crept up my leg onto my stomach and she ever so lightly traced her way along. I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh that betrayed me. The next thing I knew, her tongue was flicking my nipple and her hand was caressing my other breast. As my back began to arch up betraying my feelings, she suddenly bit hard on my nipple. I let out a little squeal, and she stopped, pulling her head and hands back.

  "Did you like that?" she asked.

  "It hurt!" I whined.

  She paused a second and said, "Yeah, I know it hurts. But... did you like it?"

  Again I surprised myself and without thinking said, "Yes. It hurt... but I did." I reached down und
er her tee-shirt and put my hand right on her heat. At that point she shocked and disappointed me by saying, "No Lani. We don't know each other that well." Then she softened her tone, "We will have to wait, baby." With that she just stopped that wonderful tender loving and rolled over on her back.

  "We have a full day coming tomorrow. We had better get a good night's sleep. Sleep well."

  Not a word was said after that. I lay there looking at the moonlight playing as reflected waves on the ceiling, and trying to figure out what had just happened. I heard some slight sounds of giggling and a bit of thrashing around coming from Jen and Chris' room. I was thinking that perhaps a whole lot more was going on among my friends than I had been aware of. I remember I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Four

  The next morning I awoke to the sound of the surf and the rays of sun warming my face through the window blinds. As I stirred awake I rolled over to grab Billy. She was gone. A quick glance at the clock, 8:13 a.m., rise and shine. I hopped out of bed filled with excitement for the new day. I sprang to the window and could see the surf rolling in off the point. Big for summer, three to five feet perhaps. What a great night it had been. What a great day this was going to be.

  "Billy! Billy! Billy? Chris, Jen? Hey where the hell is everybody?" I shouted thinking that they better not have gone off surfing on a dawn patrol without me.

  "Down here sleeping beauty," came the shout from somebody downstairs. I splashed some water on my face to clear the cobwebs that had formed from the red wine, brushed my teeth, and put on my outfit for the day; the hot yellow thong lying at the foot of the bed. I dug out the little triangle top, tied it on loosely and bounded down the stairs to find Billy sitting at the dining table talking quietly with Jen and Chris. As I approached they clearly changed the subject, flashing each other those knowing looks that you find so God damn irritating when you are the only one not in the know. I walked up behind Billy and placing my hand ever so gently on her shoulder, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and a cheery "Good Morning sweetie."