Solomon 01: Birthday Girl

Leilani stood and gazed out of the window at the Roths' house a few hundred metres away across the vast gardens. She was in the attic room of her sixteen-bedroom house, which used to serve as the servants' dormitory. The servants had their own quarters now, but they still maintained the dormitory in case of large groups of visitors arrived. Today was such a time, Leilani's eighteenth birthday, and her mother had spent the last month organising her party. Her friends from St. Caherine's Boarding School would be there and the boys from Wyndham School. Plus all the neighbours and her father's work colleagues and friends, and her mother's coffee groups and fellow mums. A vast buffet was prepared and Leilani was looking forward to getting legally drunk for the first time. And she had her mind on something else.

The Roths had only moved in a few months ago and the lady, Leah, had been over to visit. She was a very attractive lady in her early forties, tall, with a handsome face and chestnut hair that fell in a tousled mane around her shoulders and over her forehead, framing her face with her long fringes. She was very nice. Leilani thought. Leah told Julianne, Leilani's mum, that her husband Paul, an engineer, worked in Dubai so spent months at a time abroad. Leah appreciated the company and had become a friend of Julianne. One day she brought her son, Solomon with her while she and Julianne chatted in the kitchen. Leilani had been grabbing herself some mint cup at the time and Julianne said., "Oh, hi, darling, This is Leah's son Sol. Want to say hi?" She looked at Sol for the first time. He was tall and gangling, a bit awkward looking, Leilani thought. He had a thin face, a shock of curly brown hair and wore big round glasses. But he had the softest and most beautiful eyes Leilani had ever seen. "Hi, Sol," she said and extended a hand. Sol smiled, lighting up his face and said, "Hi, er..."

"I'm sorry, I forgot my manners," Julianne apologised. "This is Leilani, Sol."

"Hi Leilani," Sol shook her hand.

"Why don't you show Sol around?" Julianne asked Leilani. Sol looked at Leah. "Go on, Sol," Leah said. "You don't get out enough as it is."

Sol looked awkward. "No thanks, Mum," he said. "I'd rather carry on with my worldbuilding. I'll see you later." Sol finished his mint cup and smiled. "Thanks, Mrs. Rawson." He smartly went out into the sunshine. "Sol?" Leah said, sharply, but Sol had already vanished.

"I'm sorry about that, Leilani," Leah said. "How rude. He's a bit nervous around girls and needs to come out of his shell. I'll have a talk with him later."

Leilani shrugged, "That's all right, Mrs. Roth." But inside, she felt hurt. "Call me Leah," said Mrs Roth. "When Sol turned eighteen six months ago we were still living in Guildford," she went on. I suppose he still misses his friends."

Leliani looked at herself in the full length mirror in the attic. She was dressed in her old school uniform the way she had asked her friends to do. In her blouse and tie, her royal blue pullover, short black skirt and knee-length white socks, she knew she was a beauty, with her long, sleek, dark hair and her haughty, aristocratic cheekbones framing her full, sensual lips and her green, almond eyes. She was a tall girl, and in her four-inch black stilettos that had long pointed toes with bows on them, she towered around six feet. She couldn't understand Sol. When she was home on school leave and went out into the town all the boys and young men kept looking at her. One day she went into a bookshop and found Sol there, browsing through a thick book. "Fancy seeing you here," she whispered. "What's that you're reading?"

"Oh hi, Leilani," Sol said. "It's the Iliad. I think I'll take it."

"The what?"

"The Iliad. Don't you like mythology?"

"I'm not really into that sort of thing."

"No, I guess not. Maybe Mills and Boon is your thing. Or Bunty and Jane?" He grinned. "Anyway, see you around." He promptly went to pay for his book and left, exchanging a few witty words with the girl at the desk who was about twenty-two, Leilani guessed. She had her brown hair in a pony tail and glasses like Sol's. She looked at Leilani with a smirk that made her temper rise. He hadn't even given her the chance to tell him how much she liked Jane Austen and Fifty Shades of Grey. She felt completely humiliated. Bunty and Jane indeed! That was her mum's generation. He couldn't even insult her properly.

That was it. It was outright war.

"Happy birthday, Miss Leilani!" Jane, one of the maids and only nineteen, smiled and greeted her as she changed the bed linen in case any of the guests wanted to use the room.

"Thank you, Jane," Leilani murmured. She thought about her birthday present from her parents, a pale pink Porsche Carrera, a sleek bullet of a car.

"Mum," she had asked Julianne after her bookshop visit. Julianne was in the kitchen making a salad. "Is Sol gay?"

"Why, no, darling. I don't think so. Why?"

"Every time I see him he's rude and blanks me."

"Oh dear. Maybe he's shy like Leah says. I'll have a talk with her next time I see her. I won't have boys being toxic to my daughter. Leah's meant to be bringing Sol to your party. Shall I ask her to leave him at home? It would serve him right,"

"No, don't do that. I'd like him to come."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure. It's OK."

Leilani looked out of the window. Today was the day she was going to get her own back, Solomon Roth was going to get it. She had already planned her revenge.

Leilani slipped off her knickers. "Jane," she murmured, "come here, please."

"What?" Jane asked. "Not again, Miss?"

"Again." Leilani arced her long left leg and planted her shoe on the nearest bed. "And don't complain or you'll get my riding crop again."

Jane reluctantly came over, her face sullen. "Kneel," Leilani commanded softly.

Jane squatted down on her heels. Leilani reached out and took Jane firmly by her hair, forcing her face directly into the moist warmth of her vulva as she hitched her skirt up. "Lick," Leilani ordered.

Jane's obedient tongue sought the warm fold inside Leilani's labia, and Leilani felt the electric contact shoot up into her brain as she arced her neck back with a shudder and pressed down on Jane. She felt an intoxicating pleasure flow through her, and moaned. She wanted to hurt Jane.

"Deeper, you little slut," Leilani hissed. She mercilessly held Jane down by her hair, trapping her under her fountain. "On my birthday, I'll do just what I want. Perhaps I'll fuck the crap out of you as well."

Her pleasure slowly built up. She didn't want the moment to end. "Slow, Jane," she whispered. "Slower. Or you'll get my whip."

She turned to look at the mirror, taking a voyeuristic joy out of looking at herself in her school uniform with her socked leg raised on the bed as she brutally held Jane down under her, her free hand on her hip. "I hate Solomon Roth," she told Jane. "I want to whip him to death with my riding crop. I want it to take all day. I want to watch him bleed and cry."

The vision brought her to climax as she arched her neck and cried out, watching herself in the mirror. She wished she had her riding crop so she could whip Jane while she licked her labia.

Finally she released Jane, who sat on the floor breathing heavily. "All right Jane, that will be all, thank you. Now go and wash your face and get on with your work. And if you tell anyone about this I'll flog you and have you sacked."

The party was in full swing and Leilani's parents, Jack and Julianne, were busy circulating. Leilani was drinking champagne with her girlfriends who, like her, were dressed in their school uniforms. They worked their way around the boys, showering them with attention and electric touches to draw them in then discarding them with a cutting remark, a sardonic glance or a shake of the head, or taking their phone numbers and deleting them in front of their eyes or ripping them up and smirking. The boys started to congregate in bitter circles. The music flowed and everybody was enjoying themselves. Leah and Julianne were in earnest conversation while Jack stood with a bunch of his friends talking about cars, contracts and golf.

Suzanne, one of Leilani's friends, sashayed up to her and said, "Who is that boy with the glasses? The Jewish boy?"

"Oh," Leilani said. "That's Sol. He's a neighbour."

"Well," Suzanne said huffily, "I asked him for his number so I could delete it a few minutes after just for fun and the little bastard wouldn't give it me. He made out he'd left his phone at home. I even gave him a pen and paper and he said he'd forgotten it as he'd just moved in and had to go on a new network. In the end I gave him mine. He looked at me in a funny way and five minutes later I found it in the waste paper bin. I'd like to smack the little shit! Who does he think he is?"

A few minutes later Lydia, another friend, told a similar story only this time Sol had given her number to another boy who had called her. She had blocked him right away. Leilani found it hard to conceal her amusement. She watched Sol from across the space in the next room. He seemed to be having a good time talking to some plain-looking girl who was playing Julianne's grand piano. Then he sat and played it himself. He was quite good, she noticed and a number of people went over to listen to his playing. She hovered on the edge of the room as some of her girlfriends stood near the piano. He started playing a duet with the girl and Leilani noticed her friends looking at him in a predatory fashion. One of them licked her lips. She felt a rising admiration for Sol, as Leah watched him with maternal pride.

The afternoon wore into evening and finally Jack and Julianne made a big production out of thanking everyone for coming. A giant, four-tier cake was brought in from the kitchen and everyone sang "HAPPY BIRTH-DAY LEI-LANEEEEEE, HAP-PY BIRTHDAY TOO-YOOOOOO!" followed by a round of applause. The entire party went outside to watch a spectacular firework display that lasted twenty minutes.

"So, Leilani," Leah said afterwards, "I'm afraid I couldn't think of a suitable present for you. Is there anything you'd like as a belated present?"

Leilani had by this time had quite a lot of champagne and was by now emboldened.

"Well, Leah, actually I want a boy," she said. "I think it's time I became a woman."

"Oh, dear, I'm not sure I can help there, Leilani," Leah laughed. "How about a flying lesson or a weekend in London at a fashion show?"

"That's nice of you," Leilani replied. Leah kissed her on the forehead. "Go on and have a lovely time." Leah smiled.

Leilani was now on her own if her plan was going to work. She noticed that Sol was still at the piano so she went and leaned on the edge of it, giving Sol the creepiest look she knew how to. She brandished her wine-glass at him and then brazenly walked up and sat on his knee as he shifted in front of the piano.

"Leilani, please get off my knee," Sol said. "Come on, you're drunk!" Leilani refused and Sol finally gently rolled her off him and said, "Sorry, Leilani, I've got to go to the restroom!"

Leilani suddenly fell onto the floor and cried, "OW!" She dropped her glass and though it didn't break she spilled wine onto her pullover.

"Hey," Sol said as he tried to help her up. "I didn't mean....."

"Get off me!" Leilani squeaked. She got up and stormed away. Sol looked confused.

Leilani knew the first part of her plan had worked. She managed a hurt look that she directed toward her friends and headed for the kitchen looking crestfallen.

Suzanne came into the kitchen which fortunately for Leilani, was empty. Leilani was busy cutting a big Spanish onion in half with the big chef's knife.

"Hey, Lani?" Suzanne asked, "You okay?"

"Sh!" Leilani put a finger to her mouth. "You might be able to help me get my own back on Sol!"

Leilani started to inhale heavily on the open onion and it wasn't long before tears were streaming down her face. "Just stay close!"

Leilani walked slowly back to where Leah and Julianne were sitting, talking and laughing like old friends. She suddenly affected a pathetic looking gait turning her feet inwards, the toes pointing toward one another, and wiping her eyes with her finger.

"Leilani?" Julianne said as she approached, and stood up, her face a mask of concern. "Are you all right, sweetheart?" Leah stood up as well. Julianne put her arm around her daughter. "What is it, darling? Has somebody upset you?"

Leilani nodded tearfully. "I've upset Sol," she murmured sadly. "I tried to sit on his knee. I was only trying to be friendly and he pushed me off him onto the floor. I don't know what I've done wrong!" She gave a little sob. "I was only trying to be friends! Why doesn't he like me, Leah?"

Suzanne, remembering her part, came up. "Are you all right, Lani?" she asked tenderly.

"Did you see Solomon push Leilani on the floor?" Leah asked sternly.

"Oh yes, Miss." Suzanne replied earnestly. "He was quite rough too. Maybe he didn't mean it though!"

"Right." Leah's face darkened with anger. "Just you wait there, my dear. This has gone far enough.!"

She suddenly rose and strode purposefully off. Leilani heard raised voices. A moment later Leah returned dragging Sol behind her by his wrist. She stood him in front of Leilani.

"How dare you hurt Leilani on her birthday, you disgusting boy?" Leah raged at him. "And don't lie about it! I spoke to half-a-dozen witnesses! This is her eighteenth birthday! How can you be so mean? I've heard all about the way you've been treating Leilani! This isn't the first time, is it, Solomon? You wouldn't talk to her on the day you met, you were nasty to her in the book shop as well! Bunty and Jane indeed! She reads Jane Austen! This is a lovely girl who's done nothing to you except try to be your friend and all you've done is treat her like dirt! Well? What have you got to say for yourself?"

"She was pestering me when I was playing the piano with Jo!" Sol protested. "She sat on my knee and jumped on the floor when I asked her to get off me! I think she's had too much to drink!"

"On her eighteenth birthday she can drink as much as she likes as far as I'm concerned! Well? Are you going to apologise?"

"Sorry," Sol looked at the floor.

"Is that all you've got to say?" Leah asked. "Sorry?"

"I'm very sorry."

"No, I don't think you are. But you are going to be, Solomon You have hurt a nice girl who likes you, you have offended my friend and you have embarrassed me! I know exactly what to do with you, you nasty little boy!"

She turned to Leilani. "You said you wanted a boy for your birthday, Leilani," she recalled. "Well, now you've got one. I am giving you my son for the next twenty-four hours to do with him as you like. He is your birthday present from me."

Leilani's eyes lit up and a smile of pure delight curved her beautiful lips. "If that's OK with you, Julianne?" Leah asked.

"As long as we are all, er, careful, no, I don't mind at all," Julianne said. "He has been very unkind to Leilani, I must admit!"

"Look, you can't do that!" Sol expostulated. "I'm not a toy!"

"Shut up, Sol." Leah suddenly sounded bored. "And just you wait till I get you home. Until tomorrow night you are the property of Leilani. You understand? She owns you now! Take him away and do what you want with him, Leilani." She waved him away with a flick of her hand.

Sol looked sullen. Leah and Julianne returned to their mutual talk and ignored him.

Leilani grabbed his wrist. "Right," she said assertively. "Come with me." She took him into the big kitchen where she grabbed two bottles of champagne out of a crate and two big glasses. Shifting her grip to his hand and locking her fingers into his she led him toward the stairs. "Wait!" Sol said.

She stopped but didn't let go of his hand. "What?" she asked coldly.

"You set all this up, didn't you? I don't know how but you did."

"Smart boy," she sneered as she started off and led him upstairs. "You catch on fast."

She took him up two flights as the sound of the party faded away, until she reached her bedroom, and entered turning on the lights. Sol looked around. It was a huge and luxurious room, with a vast double bed, the sheets dark purple and silken. In front of the bed was a long, low, padded stool used for dressing. In one corner was a workstation with a computer table and ergonomic armchair. The wall next to the door was occupied by a rank of Viennese --styled built-in wardrobes, and in another corner was a round table with two armchairs near the window. The room was lit by table lamps on the round table and on the bedside cabinets, and next to the bed was the door to an ensuite bathroom.

Leilani turned the deadlock on the door, locking them in. She set the bottles down on the table and popping one open with a practised hand, poured two oversized glasses.

"Sit down, please, Sol." She gestured to a chair and sat down. "Have a drink." She gulped down some wine as he sipped his. "Don't sip it, boy," she chided. "Drink it properly. Anybody would think you'd never had champagne before."

"All right, you've got me here," Sol said sulkily. "It looks as though I've got to put up with this for a whole day and a night. So what are you going to do with me?"

"What's wrong, Sol?" She drank again. "Don't you like me?" Sol accepted her challenge and took a big gulp of wine.

"I don't know what your game is, Leilani. Or why you keep picking on me. I watched your mates taking my friend's phone numbers then ripping them up in front of them. I didn't fall for that one,"

"I'm glad you didn't." Leilani purred. She poured two more glasses. "Do you really think I'm pissed?"

"I don't know. You don't seem to be."

"Right on. I've been drinking all afternoon. I can outdrink you and any boy anytime. Anyway, are you so anxious to find out what I'm going to do with you?"

"I don't like nasty surprises. I'm sure it's going to be unpleasant. No doubt you're going to lock me in the wardrobe and go back to your party."

"Nothing so unimaginative." She rose, towering over him in her heels, long, white-socked legs, short skirt, school uniform and heels, her sleek hair shimmering in the lamplight.

She leaned down and kissed him gently on his forehead, then walked over to one of the wardrobes. Inside the door on a row of hooks were her riding crops. She selected her favourite one, a beautiful plaited leather wand with a sharp loop at the end, and walked slowly back to Sol, carrying her whip at her side. She slowly flexed it into a curve as Sol looked at her with an emotion she couldn't quite read, was it fear, excitement or both? She wasn't quite sure.

"I am going to punish you for making me wait, Sol," she murmured softly. "I have waited all day for this. I have tried to make you notice me for so long. I am going to whip you, Sol."

He looked at her instrument, his face unreadable.

"Why don't you like me?" she asked, sadly. "You're the only boy who wouldn't let me be with him. All the other boys wanted me but I only wanted you."

"I do like you, Leilani," Sol said. "But I didn't think you'd want me. So I kept running away. Besides, I didn't want my mum setting me up with a girl. It's embarrassing."

She reached down and gently removed his glasses, the whip dangling from her wrist on its loop.

"That means your punishment will be so much sweeter. Come here." She took his hand and led him to the long stool at the foot of her bed. "Sit," she commanded. She quickly removed her knickers and dropped them on the floor. "Kneel," she said softly. "On your knees across the stool, please."

Sol slowly complied as Leilani stood over him. She leaned down and gripped Sol's hair as she drew down the zipper on his fly, then hooked her fingers into the waistband of his trousers and pulled them down to his knees. With mounting pleasure she slipped his underpants down, then suddenly stopped and released him. Crisscrossing his bottom was a web of faded welts from beatings that couldn't have been more than a few weeks old.

"My God, Sol, you've been whipped before!"

She sat down on the stool beside him and raised him up to kneel in front of her. Slowly she arced her long legs around him so that he sat between them, and gently cupped his chin in her hand. "Who's done this to you?" She felt a hot sensation as she gazed down at him with her caring eyes.

"My Mum," Sol answered, matter of factly.

"Your mum? Your mother whips you?"

"Now and then. She whips me when I've upset her. Remember when I didn't stay after she'd brought me over to your house? She whipped me when she got back. She'll whip me when I get home after all this is over."

Leilani kissed him gently on the lips. "You poor boy," she whispered.

"She never does it when Dad's around. When he gets back from Dubai she whips him instead. Once a month she whips me when she feels a bit lonely and misses Dad. She says I haven't done anything wrong and she loves me but she sometimes just needs to whip me. When she's punished me she sends me to my room after. If she's whipped me otherwise she takes me out to dinner afterwards. I've kind of got used to it. I guess she's a bit kinky. You won't tell anybody, will you? I don't want to get her into trouble."

"Not if you don't want me to. What does she use?"

"Mostly a cane, sometimes a riding crop. She's only taken to using that once I turned eighteen and was a 'big boy'. She does it the same way as you, and puts her foot on me to hold me down while she hits me ten times."

She held the whip between her strong, supple hands. "Can I still whip you, Sol?" she asked meekly.

"If you like. It's different with you. I think my mum wanted us to get together."

"Can I be your Mistress? I want to beat you another time as well and have you as my slave. Will you let me?"

"If you like," Sol smiled.

"Please say 'yes, Mistress.' "

"Yes, Mistress."

She rose and retrieved her knickers from the floor. Taking Sol by the hair she said, "Open your mouth." As he complied she stuffed her knickers inside. "That'll make sure nobody hears you crying," she said, stating the obvious. She put him back across the stool. Arcing her socked left leg over his prostrate form like a bridge she pressed her shoe into his back between his shoulder blades. "Does your mother do this?" she asked gently as she pressed down, shifting the sole of her shoe on him.

"Sometimes barefoot, mostly in her slippers or flip-flops. She doesn't wear her shoes in the house." Sol answered.

Leilani flexed her whip. "I've never whipped a boy before," she murmured. "I shall give you ten strokes, Sol. I don't want to hurt you so badly we don't get to do it again soon. Besides I don' t know how many you can take." She gently laid the lash across his bottom. Shifting her stance one more time she slowly raised her arm above her head. It felt different somehow from beating Jane. She felt a sensation of the unknown.

She suddenly slashed down. WHOP! Sol bucked under her shoe. She stamped down hard, but he didn't make a sound. She looked with awe at her own power as a red weal started to bloom on his pale flesh. Her arm slowly rose again. WHOP! A guttural, muffled sound came out around Sol's gag, Again she waited for the mark to appear. "Sh, baby," she whispered. WHOP! She cut him again, the third stroke crossing the first two. WHOP! Sol bucked violently under her shoe as a muffled wail seared the silent room. WHOP! She viciously sliced down and cut deep. Sol began to bleed.

"Half-way there, my brave boy, " Leilani purred. She waited, her whip resting at her side. Sol quivered beneath her foot.

WHOP! The sixth stroke slashed across the others in an X format. Her excitement increased.

"I love you, Sol" she whispered.

WHOP! He began to weep, a long, low wailing and moaning issuing from the gag. She saw him beginning to break, and felt mounting intoxication. WHOP! An anguished cry as she cut him and the blood started to bead on his skin. WHOP! The ninth stroke made his limbs starfish. She hesitated. She lifted her arm one more time.

WHOP! She brought her whip down with all the force she could muster. Sol wailed in agony. Finally she rested, holding him down with protective and loving force as the storm abated, his ragged breathing slowly returned to normal and the crying began to slow.

She released him and sitting on the cushion, took the gag out of his mouth and pressed his face to her breast as he cried. "Shhhh, shhhhh," she soothed. "There, there, shhhh, it's over now, good boy, good boy, sh now."

Sol finally stopped heaving. Leilani cradled him for a minute longer. "Is that what it's like when your mother does this to you?" she asked gently.

"Sometimes." Sol admitted through his tears. "If she does it just for fun she lets me keep my pants on most of the time."

"I shall never beat you just for fun, Sol. I shall beat you to bind you to me. I shall beat you with solemn intent to raise your awareness."

"Thank you."

"You forgot the magic word."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Shall we have a shower and get some cream on those cuts of yours?"

The hot shower intoxicated them both. Leilani saw Sol for the first time nude, and the sight of his circumcised organ, fully distended, filled her with longing and fear. She touched it and ran her fingers along it as she tongued his mouth.

In her bedroom they towelled each other down, Leilani poured more champagne and they finished off the bottle.

"I want you," Leilani whispered. "I want to fuck you, Sol."

She took his hand and gently guided him to her bed, where she laid him down, her heart beating wildly with fear and desire as she knelt over him.

"It's my first time, Sol," she whimpered.

"Mine too."

She looked down at him. He was magnificent, but the size of him was intimidating. She slowly arced her legs over his prostrate form and hovered over his slender hips, waiting. She didn't want to take charge this time, but what choice did she have? She had chosen the role of Mistress. She gently held him and felt the tip of his organ brushing against her. With sudden determination, she began to slide down onto him.

She descended like the blade of a guillotine and they both cried out. She felt him filling her entire being, as Sol's hands reached out for her hips.

"You're burning me!" Sol moaned, his hands gripping her hips with strong but tender hands and anchoring her to him.

The fear vanished as Leilani took him completely, the last inch of him deep inside her. She began to move her hips, tentatively at first, then with steadily growing confidence and power. Her thrusts became stronger, more forceful, dominant.

She rode Sol like a magnificent stallion, as he bucked under her and she arched herself backward over him, her voice breaking into a rhythmic chant: "uh, uh, uh, uh," as she drove him on toward the edge of an approaching abyss.

Her thrusts became more powerful and brutal as her rhythm intensified, and she felt consumed by a sudden, predatory hunger. She wanted to break him. She wanted to feel him snap like a twig under her as she executed him. A vivid and beautiful image suddenly burst into her mind as she approached her climax; she was standing over him on a dew-strewn lawn as the sun rose, his form crouched before her in total submission as she held a long, shimmering scimitar to his neck. She felt herself bring the blade over her head in a whispering arc to behead him in a single, violent stroke of ecstasy. The fantasy collided with reality at the exact moment of release as she let out a sharp and guttural cry of power and joyous victory. The imaginary blade swept down and they both fell into the silence of the abyss. Sol let out a final, strangled gasp, his body arching violently under her like a bow before they both collapsed in exhaustion.

Leilani lay on top of him, her chest heaving like the waves of the sea against his. She lay draped across him like a flag on a monument.

Sol stirred, his fingers gently touching her neck and her jawline. She moaned quietly.

"Do you think we should go back to the party?" he asked quietly. "They're probably wondering where we got to."

"Fuck the party," Leilani moaned. "You're the best birthday present I've ever had, Sol."

"You're welcome." Sol said. He took her hand in his and kissed it.

"Happy birthday!"