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                                 CHAPTER 2



Kim had tried to wait until the locker room was clear before taking
her shower. She knew her back and ass were still plainly marked
because she could still feel the soreness, especially when she sat in
the hard desks in class.  Angela had walked in on her unexpectedly
leaving no escape and no way to conceal her condition.  Kim tried
avoiding Angela, which was difficult since they were the only ones
in the room.

Since Kim was reluctant to talk about her marks, Angela decided to
try a different approach.  She hastily told Kim about her recent date
then reminded the younger girl about the slumber party and the
magazines and books that Kim had brought.

"I was totally uninterested in doing anything with him until he hurt
me."   Angela said.  "He didn't mean to and I never mentioned it to
him, but it made me so hot I even let him fuck me."  She continued. 
"I felt just like I did when I was reading those books you gave me
and looking at the pictures of the naked, tied-up women.  Those
always made me so hot I couldn't keep my hands off myself.  It
sounds weird, but I think I like getting hurt.  I keep seeing myself
tied in all kinds of positions just waiting for someone to do awful
things to me.  Is it really possible to like being tied and helpless?
 Do some people really want to be whipped?  I can't get it out of my
mind since that date.  Are there people who actually do those
things?"  

Angela was so confused and pitiful that Kim decided to talk to her. 
"Yes, there are people who like that type of thing, and as you can
probably tell from the way I look, I'm one of them."  Kim knew she
had to be careful.  She didn't want to give Angela too much
information.  "All someone has to do is fasten my wrists together.
From then on I'm their's to do with as they wish.  Once I'm bound
and defenseless I change.  I am free to do anything I'm told because
I'm no longer in control of the situation.  There is no worry about
what people will think of me or if what I'm doing is right or wrong. 
It's terribly exciting, because you never know what to expect except
that you know it will probably be pretty kinky.  You're not the only
one who is free. The person in charge can let their imagination run
wild as well, because you will do whatever they want.  If you don't
do it willingly, they can torture you until you do."

Kim could see Angela's nipples stiffen while she talked.  The way
Angela shifted her weight from side to side showed Kim that the girl
was feeling it in her pussy too.  "Isn't it dangerous?" Angela asked
a little breathlessly.  "Couldn't you be terribly hurt or even
killed?"

"Yes."  Kim answered truthfully.  "It's part of the thrill.  No
matter how well you know the person, there is always the chance they
will go too far.  It's like going sailing. You know you're going to
come back to the dock, but if your boat is solid enough there is
always the possibility that you could just sail on forever.  You're
right to be concerned.  It's important to completely trust the person
if you are going to put yourself at their mercy."

When Kim didn't say anything more Angela knew she had to force the
issue or lose her chance.  "How do you get started?"  She asked.  "I
don't know if I'd like it or not, but I'd like to try it at least
once."

Kim looked at the girl pointedly as if trying to make up her mind. 
Finally she said, "You've already started.  You got turned on by the
pictures, the books made you horny and you had an orgasm when the boy
hurt you.  All you really want to know is if your cumming was
coincidental or if it was the pain that actually made you cum.  I
imagine you also want to find out if enduring the pain is worth the
result and if being forced to do things is exciting."

Just talking about it had made Angela horny.  Kim was right about
everything she had just said.  Angela did want to see if she could
cum by being hurt and her mind was filled with bizarre things she
might be forced to do.

Angela's heart skipped a beat when Kim said, "If you really want to
try it, I'd be willing to help you.  I usually like to be the
submissive one but I'll make an exception since you're a friend. 
When do you want to do it and where can we go that we won't be
disturbed for a couple of hours?"

Angela's critical test had arrived.  She had to put up or shut up. 
Hesitating only briefly, she haltingly said, "I have cheerleader
practice after school.  They let us use the gym and it's my
responsibility to lock up when we're done.  When the other girls
leave, there's never anyone around.  Sometimes I work out for a
while after practice so no one would be suspicious about me staying."

"Fine."  Kim said.  "I'll meet you here at five.  Make sure your
folks don't expect you home until at least seven."

There was nothing more to say.  The girls finished their showers in
silence but Angela was in a state of turmoil.  She had committed
herself and she wasn't going to back out, but she was afraid.  Kim
was her friend and Angela knew the girl wouldn't really hurt her, but
the livid welts and dark bruises on Kim's back and ass frightened
her.  Angela didn't know if she could take that much punishment. 
She was torn between wanting to see how real pain would affect her
and hoping that Kim would take it easy on her.  Thinking back over
what Kim had said, she finally realized that it wasn't going to be
her choice.  Once Kim took control, Angela would have to endure
whatever the girl chose to put her through.

Although she had tried to appear calm and aloof, Kim was also
excited, because she had been wanting to share her experiences with
some of her friends.  Knowing that there were people from outside
their club with similar thoughts was a comforting feeling to the
teenager.  She couldn't keep her mind on her school work so she spent
the rest of the day planning her tryst with Angela.  By the time she
was to meet the girl, she knew exactly how she was going to handle
things.

The other girls had already left when Kim walked into the deserted
gym.  She found Angela by the gymnastic equipment to one side of the
room.  Angela was wearing a skin-tight leotard that was cut high on
her hips showing her exquisitely long and shapely legs.  Kim noticed
the absence of any bra or other undergarments and nodded her
approval.  Angela nervously eyed the duffel bag that Kim had brought
with her.

Opening the bag and going briskly to work, Kim said, "We don't have
a lot of time.  If you haven't changed your mind, we should get
started."

"I'm ready." Angela replied, her voice quivering slightly.  "What do
you want me to do?"

"Come here."  The tone of Kim's voice changed.  Angela had made her
choice and now Kim was giving orders.  She was no longer just making
conversation or giving Angela any options.  "Bend over this bar." 
Kim directed, indicating a padded rail that was about as high as
Angela's waist.

Taking Angela's left wrist, Kim used a piece of soft cotton line to
secure the girl's wrist to her left ankle then ran the tail of the
line to the support beam of the rail, making Angela move her leg out
toward the beam.  Satisfied that this was going to work, Kim
completed Angela's bondage by tying off her right wrist and leg. 
Angela's feet were spread apart as far as possible.  Kim's target,
Angela's nicely rounded ass, was totally accessible and held rigidly
in place.  Angela would not be able to escape the paddle when Kim
started spanking her.

The thoroughly bound teenager silently surveyed her situation.  The
long muscles that ran up the backs of her legs, her hamstrings, were
stretched.  This was not an unpleasant feeling.  She always did
stretching exercises before practice to make sure she was limber and
to keep from getting a strained tendon or ligament. Pulling against
the ropes, Angela tested her mobility and found that she had none.
She could move no more than an inch in any direction.  A shiver ran
up her spine as she realized how confined and vulnerable she was.

There was an almost undefinable feeling that started in the pit of
her stomach and spread throughout her pelvic region.  It was fear,
excitement and uncertainty all mixed together.  Angela felt her
nipples begin to harden and push against the tight fabric of her
Spandex gym suit.  At the same time there was the unmistakable
feeling of her pussy discharging lubrication, flooding with slick
love juice.  That was when she identified the unusual feeling the
bondage was creating.  Angela was getting aroused!

Kim took her time, wanting to allow Angela enough time to get used
to her situation.  Given a choice, Kim preferred sex with men, but
she was not unaccustomed to lesbian sex or unappreciative of the
pleasures that women could give to each other.  Consequently, a quick
flash of desire ran through her as she admired Angela's lean firm
figure.  She felt a twinge of jealousy as she eyed the other girl's
tight ass and long slender thighs.  Angela's buttocks were full and
prominent, with no hint of flabbiness or sagging.  They were, Kim
noted, deliciously spankable, which was just what the girl intended
to do.

Grabbing Angela's gym suit right above her ass, Kim jerked up
forcibly, giving the older girl what is commonly known as a "wedgie."
 Angela let out a short "Ummmpphh" as her ass cheeks parted and the
material dug into her crack, separating her cheeks and digging into
her asshole and pussy.  Kim was pleased with the effect.  Angela's
ass cheeks were now totally exposed and were even more pronounced
than before.

Kim had chosen her tools wisely.  During the day, when she should
have been doing her school work, she decided that what Angela needed
was an introduction to bondage and discipline.  She would not try to
beat the girl into submission or take a chance on scaring her so
badly that she would want no part of it ever again.

Digging into her bag, Kim selected the ping pong shaped paddle
first.  Being wide, it would give maximum coverage, warming up a
large area with each blow.  It would sound as if Angela was receiving
a very hard spanking but there would be very little actual pain.  The
older girl's cheeks would be left a rosy pink color and she would
feel the heat as the blood rushed into the area.  Kim even liked
this paddle used on her as a warmup.  It toned the muscles in her ass
and prepared them for the more violent abuses that usually followed.

"Ten should be enough.  I'll give her five on each cheek."  The
neophyte dominatrix thought to herself.  She reached out and ran her
hand lightly up Angela's thigh and over her left globe, delighting at
the way it twitched in response to her touch. Angela was unprepared
for the first blow.  The loud crack of the paddle startled the girl
as it flattened her buttock and she let out a small yelp.  Kim
quickly followed the first hit with three more, two on each bouncing
cheek.

Kim stood back to examine the effect.  Angela's cheeks had taken on
a flushed pink color.  Kim could tell that her friend was feeling the
effect of the paddle because her hips were slowly swishing from side
to side as much as her bound position allowed.  Angela had taken the
other blows in silence after the first cry of surprise.

Moving back to the girl, Kim placed her hand in the small of
Angela's back and rained three hard fast blows on her left ass cheek.
 Hardly pausing, she directed the next three to the right one,
finally getting a reaction from the girl.

"Ooohhhh!  It burns!"  Angela moaned softly.  "My ass is so hot!"

She hadn't been hurt.  The paddle had stung her and she knew she was
red because of the tingling she felt in her ass.  Angela felt her
pussy leaking and knew she was soaking the thin strip of material
that covered her snatch.  She could also feel her pussy lips swelling
as her excitement rose.  The crotch strap  of her gym suit was slowly
disappearing, being engulfed by her inflamed labia.  The thin wet
band of stretched material was now pushing up against the tiny hooded
appendage of her clit, arousing her even more.

Kim saw the signs and knew what her blond friend was feeling. 
Taking enough time to allow the girl to cool down, she selected the
next paddle that she intended to use.  This one was a fraternity
paddle, the kind used to initiate pledges into the social clubs on
college campuses.  It was wooden, about two inches wide, and had
rounded edges so that it wouldn't break the skin.  Kim knew from
experience that this paddle could hurt.  It concentrated the force of
the blow into a much smaller area than the other one.  It would sting
like fire and could leave bruises if used energetically enough.

Having decided on an additional ten whacks, Kim went to work.  The
thinner width of this paddle let her expand her target area, so she
was going to let Angela know  how it felt when the paddling included
the backs of her thighs.

The first blow landed right at the base of Angela's left ass cheek,
just on the crease where her thigh swelled into her meatier buttock. 
A red stripe sprung up immediately and Angela let out a howl.  She
was still trying to cope with the stinging when Kim matched the first
blow with one to her right side.  The next two cuts landed lower,
overlapping the first ones but catching the crying girl on the
fleshiest portions of her thighs.

Kim switched from cheek to cheek and thigh to thigh as she gave the
helpless cheerleader the next six hits.  When she finished, Angela
was sobbing openly with tears streaming down her face.  Streaks of
purple showed on her ass and thighs where bruises were beginning to
form.  Kim had noticed though, that for the last few swipes, Angela
had seemed to be pushing her ass out, raising it up as much as
possible as if inviting the paddle to crash against her tender
hemispheres.   Her voice had also changed, becoming huskier and
betraying a sense of urgency.

"Don't stop, Kim."  Angela rasped, disappointed when her friend quit
pounding her with the paddle.  "I want more.  It hurts, but it feels
so good too.  I'm on fire back there.  Please don't stop."  She
begged.

Kim wasn't going to waver from her plan.  She untied Angela and told
her to strip.  The last punishment would be given while she was
completely naked.

Angela couldn't move fast enough.  She ripped off her gym suit and
stood with her back to the full length mirror on the wall.  Peering
over her shoulder she looked at her battered ass, and thrilled to the
throbbing in her heated hillocks.  A shudder  ran through her as she
felt the soreness when she ran her hands gently over the welts that
had formed.

Kim saw that the girl's long golden pussy hair was wet and matted
with love juice.  The musky aroma of sex permeated the air.  Kim was
wet herself and knew that she was contributing some of that animal
scent.  Suddenly her clothes were too confining and Kim stripped as
well.  If someone came into the gym there would be no way to cover up
what was going on, but neither Kim nor Angela cared.  They were both
so immersed in lust that nothing else mattered.

After looping the rope around each of Angela's wrists, Kim led the
girl to the set of rings used by the men's gymnastics class.  She had
Angela stand on a low stool while she used a taller one.  The rings
were about eight feet above the floor, much too high for what Kim had
in mind, so she tied the free ends of the ropes to the rings, leaving
enough slack so that Angela would hang with her feet almost touching
the floor.  She kicked the stool out from under the girl and stood
back to admire her handiwork.

Angela was truly gorgeous.  Kim wished she had a camera because she
would like to share this with the club.  Angela's smooth armpits
were deeply hollowed showing the strain in her arms as they held her
entire weight.  Her breasts, smaller than Kim's, jutted out proudly
from her chest.  The large pink areolae were smooth and puffy, with
stiff, inch long nipples protruding from their centers.  Her stomach
was concave, rising slightly to her navel which was stretched into an
oblong slit.  The triangle of light silky pubic hair was split by the
mound of her vulva.  Thick, puffy labia betrayed the girl's arousal
as did the quivering nub of her clitoris, now totally emerged from
its protective hood and glistening with the dew from her heated
vagina.

Although she had seen it often, this was the first time that Kim had
really studied someone in suspension.  It was no wonder, she
reflected, that Bill and Jimmy always seemed to find an occasion to
hang at least one of the women in the club, either by her wrists or
ankles.  Angela, of course, was beautiful anyway, but the suspension
brought out all the lines and curves of her body.  That, with the
subservient attitude it created and the air of vulnerability, was
stunning.  "If I look half that good, I'd be willing to hang for
hours."  Kim thought to herself.

Angela wasn't aware of how desirable she was.  She only knew that
her ass and thighs were throbbing, pounding in synchronization with
her heartbeat, and that was causing a similar reaction in her pussy. 
Hanging like she was, the tops of her thighs, the plumpest portion,
rubbed together.  Angela felt the wetness there and knew her crotch
was a mess.  No make-out session she had ever had with any boy had
caused her to have this kind of response. She was extremely horny
and wanted Kim to continue.  If the next part was as good as the
first two, she knew she would cum. She was close enough now that it
would have taken very little stimulation to send her crashing over
the edge.

     For the last demonstration, Kim had chosen a small, light six-stranded whip.  It
was the little brother of the dreaded cat'o'nine tails so feared by its victims of the past. 
Where the more vicious whip could rip the flesh right from the bones, this version
provided tentacles of pain that exploded against the skin.  Angela would feel a severe
stinging from each of the six strands as they dug into her, but she would not be cut. 
She would be left with several welts to remind her of their session but they would
vanish in a day or two.

Knowing what her answer would be, Kim gave Angela a chance to quit.
"Angela, we can stop now if you wish, but if we go on I'm going to
give you five hard cuts with this whip.  Your front will be as marked
as your back and it will hurt a lot. You'll undoubtedly cry and
probably scream.  It may hurt you so badly that it turns you off, in
which case you will have found out what you wanted to know.  On the
other hand, it may make you cum harder than you ever have."

Kim paused, letting her words sink in, then continued.  "If that
happens then you, like me, will spend your time seeking out people
who are willing to play bondage and discipline games with you.  You
will discover that the pleasure you get from sex is directly
proportional to the amount of pain you have endured.  The longest
lasting and most intense orgasms will come after you have suffered
the most pain.  In just a little while you will find yourself wanting
to stretch your limits.  Knowing that greater pain will bring greater
pleasure, you'll ask for more.  It will probably even reach the
point where you know that you can't stand any more willingly.  When
that happens, you will have to find someone who will force you to go
beyond your limits.  It's a very dangerous way to live and you might
prefer to stop right now."

"No!"  Angela cried.  The urgency in her voice was evident.  "Don't
stop now.  I have to see . . .  I have to know.  I want you to whip
me.  Please do it now."  Angela was almost whining and it was clear
to Kim that the girl was desperate.  Angela was a definite candidate
to join their club.

Almost before the other girl's voice had died away, Kim ripped her
with the first slash of the whip.  The six leather fingers fanned
out, covering Angela's smooth white skin from her navel down to the
line where her golden pubic hair began.

Angela thought she was prepared but she was wrong!  The pain was
indescribable.  Lines of fire burned the lower part of her abdomen. 
She jerked on her ropes, dancing like a puppet as the pain seemed to
increase rather than diminish with time.  She let out a pitiful moan,
one of despair more than agony, because the poor girl knew she had to
endure this awful torment at least four more times and she didn't
think she could do it.

Kim drew back her arm and sent the whip crashing into her suffering
friend again, this time aiming for hollow of her stomach. 
Unashamedly, Angela screamed. One of the lashes had found its way
into her navel, snapping against the delicate skin that was rarely
even touched, much less hurt.  Angela was still feeling the effects
of the first blow as this new agony took command of her body.  She
was fascinated by the fact that, while her body reacted to the new
set of lashes, her mind focused on the first ones.  The pain had
dulled into what could only be described as sensuous throbbing.  It
felt as if some giant hand was giving her a deep massage that sent
tingles right into the depths of her womb.  The fiery lines left by
the lashes had started an inferno in her pussy.

The third and fourth blows landed on her tits, covering them with
angry red stripes.  Angela screamed maniacally and swung violently on
the ropes.  She had never been in such abject misery.  Angela felt as
if her mammaries, which had seldom even been touched by anyone else,
had been ripped away from her body.  It hurt so badly that Angela was
afraid that she may pass out.  

Almost as quickly as it came, the pain vanished, leaving the sobbing
girl quivering and acutely aware of each individual lash mark.  It
was highly erotic.  Angela twisted slowly on the ropes, pulling
herself up, then relaxing to let herself hang limply as the
incredible feelings of animal lust sprung from the deepest part of
her being. The whip had brought her to the brink of orgasm and held
her there.  Every nerve ending in her body was raw and tingling,
ready to explode and send the girl into that blissful state of
euphoria.  Instinctively, Angela knew where the last blow was
coming. Seemingly with a mind of its own, her pelvis pushed forward,
poised and ready to accept the caress of the horrible leather fingers
of pain.

Kim did not disappoint her friend.  Using all her strength, she
directed the final blow to Angela's pussy, snapping her wrist at the
last moment to guarantee that Angela would feel the awesome power of
the whip.

Angela froze as the terrible tentacles sought out her most private
parts.  One strand wrapped around her thigh, the tip digging cruelly
into the most sensitive area, the smooth inner part right below her
sex.  Two more snapped against her labia which were already red and
puffy from arousal.  One even wormed its way inside her pouting
pussy, lacerating the pink scalloped inner lips and sending up a
shower of the juice that had collected there.  The last two strands
found their mark with the precision of a laser beam and almost as
much power.  One hit her right above her clit, peeling back the hood
and exposing the tiny organ so that the other could strike it with
full force as it shimmered, naked and vulnerable.


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