Solomon 02: Initiation

The sun shone brightly as Leilani walked down the lane toward the Roths' house. Mrs. Roth and her son Solomon, known to everyone as Sol, were new neighbours and had come to her eighteenth birthday party. Mrs. Roth's husband Paul worked in Dubai and spent months away so she and Leilani's mum had become good friends. They sometimes got together when Dad went golfing or to the pub with his friends or was at work in the City where he was an analyst.

Mrs. Roth had insisted Leilani call her Leah. Leilani had been trying to get Sol to notice her for ages and though she was very beautiful (and she knew it) Sol was very shy. In the end Leilani had asked Leah to lend her Sol as a birthday present and Leah had agreed after Leilani had tricked her, setting Sol up with a fake bullying story. It had all worked out very well, she thought smirkingly, because she was now Sol's girlfriend and not only that, his Mistress, totally in command and entitled to punish him whenever she felt like it. As a new Mistress, she felt she would enjoy learning the ropes.

But today she was in the mood for a walk in the woods in her long, bright green frock and flip-flops, with some fruit in her handbag. She wondered deliciously whether she would have enough of a private moment to take a switch to Sol while they were out, such things being abundant in the woodlands.

Leilani walked through the gate and up the narrow path to the front door of the imposing house, catching a glimpse of her long, lissome figure in one of the downstairs windows, her long, dark, sleek hair shining in the sunlight. The main drive was further down and on the other side of the house where the private road to the estate wound its way from the main trunk. She rattled the door knocker.

The door opened and Leah stood above Leilani on the doorstep. "Hi, Leilani!" Leah gave her a beautiful smile. "Did you want Sol? I'm afraid he's gone out. Was he expecting you?"

"Oh, no, I thought I'd surprise him today so I didn't text. I was just going for a walk and was going to ask if he wanted to come. I thought he'd be playing on his computer as usual. Well, never mind."

"He's gone off to the bookshop to get some stuff for when he goes up to Oxford in October," Leah explained. "You know what he's like when he's there, probably gone for hours. Why don't you come in and have some fresh lemonade? I've just made it."

"Thanks, Mrs Roth."

"Leilani, you know my name's Leah. We're friends."

"Thanks. Leah."

Leah led Leilani into her massive kitchen where she had prepared a huge punchbowl full of home-made lemonade. "I've made buckets of the stuff," she said as she ladled two glasses out and put lemon slices inside. "There are some bottles in the fridge as well if you'd like to take one with you."

Leah produced a big bowl of strawberries and a smaller one of whipped cream from the enormous fridge built into the room. It was about the size of the average wardrobe. She placed them on the breakfast bar and invited Leilani to join her on the high stools. Leilani thought Leah looked very elegant for someone cooking in the kitchen. She was a beautiful woman, about 40, Leilani supposed, very tall with heavy tresses of light brown hair that was carefully constructed to look like a long, tousled mane that cascaded around her shoulders, the fringes falling over her eyes and framing her long, handsome face. She wore a long gown that had a simple design but emphasised her slender, shapely figure with its tailoring. It was a kind of light terracotta colour and had a column of rectangular motifs that fell along the front from the simple collar to the hem. Her arms were bare as it had no sleeves. On her feet she wore elegant black slippers that were backless with three- and- a-half inch heels which accentuated her height and made her tower half a head over Leilani, and long, pointed toes with a diamante trim at the nexus of the low cut.

"Have some strawberries," Leah said as Leilani sipped her lemonade. It was delicious and cool. She spooned a little cream onto one and playfully held it up to Leilani's mouth. Leilani opened her mouth and Leah popped it inside. Leilani chewed, the soft, juicy taste absolutely exquisite.

"Did you enjoy your birthday?" Leah asked taking a sip of her drink.

"I had a wonderful night, thank you."

"Good. And what did you two get up to? You disappeared upstairs and that was the last we saw of you. Oh, it's all right," Leah went on. "People started going home soon after. I stayed a bit longer with your parents. I like them. They're good company. It can get a bit lonely when you're on your own in a new town. Anyway, you're young adults and we wanted you to enjoy yourselves."

"Well," Leilani wasn't sure what to say as Leah's hazel eyes locked onto hers. She was highly intelligent and was hardly going to believe that Leilani and Sol had spent all night playing tiddlywinks.

"We, er..... slept together."

"Good. Did you fuck him?"

"Gosh, Leah!" Leilani felt shocked.

"It's perfectly all right." Leah smiled. "It's high time he had a good fucking. He needs it."

"Well, yes, actually."

Leah smiled. "Well done. I hope you fucked him good and hard."

"It was our first time. Sol was magnificent. I did get a bit carried away. I hope I didn't hurt him."

"I'm sure you didn't, Leilani. When I fuck Paul I do it as hard as I can. He loves it. Men should be treated like racehorses, you know. Look after them in the stable and ride them hard when you take them out. Break them in."

Leilani felt rather shocked at Leah's explicit frankness. She didn't know what to say. "I have a confession to make. Leah," she said.

"Go on," Leah listened intently.

"I lied about Sol pushing me over. I set it up to get him into trouble."

"I figured as much," Leah said. "I also figured out what Sol needed and when you said you wanted a boy to play with the cogs started going round in my head. I was thinking about how to get you two together. It seems great minds think alike, doesn't it?"

It had never occurred to Leilani that Leah might have been quite so Machiavellian. She had thought she was being clever. Now that she realised Leah had been three steps ahead of her all the way she felt silly. She helped herself to another strawberry as Leah poured two more glasses of lemonade.

"I suppose I'm saying this because I didn't want Sol to get in more trouble," Leilani said. "He told me you'd punish him when he got home."

"Did he now? What did he say?"

"He told me you whipped him."

"Hm," Leah said, thoughtfully. "Well, since we are being candid you're right. I couldn't very well let Sol off the hook, he'd have been immediately suspicious. I was going to cane him, but when I looked at his bottom I could see you'd beaten me to it."

"Oh," Leilani looked at the floor. She suddenly felt a mixture of embarrassment and fear. "Did you cane him?" she asked, worried about such a punishment following so closely on the heels of her horsewhipping.

Leah laughed. "No," she shook her hair like a lion. "I gave him a dose of my strap on his back instead."

"But Sol said you beat him for nothing sometimes."

"Oh, no, not for nothing, my dear. Sometimes when Paul is away I get very lonely. What Solomon didn't tell you is I always ask his permission to cane him when it isn't a punishment. So far he's never refused. He's a lovely boy and a dutiful son."

"But if you whip him it spoils it for me as his Mistress. Can I ask a favour?"

"Of course."

"Will you let him keep his clothes on when you whip him? That way he won't be spoiled for me."

Leah smiled. "Of course, consider it a deal. I want you both to be happy." Leilani noticed that when Leah spoke of Sol with affection she called him Sol, when with disapproval it was Solomon. "I suppose I could hardly have expected it to be a secret from you."

"Well, thanks. Leah. I suppose I'd better be on my way."

"There's no rush. I was going to ask you about university."

"Oh, I'm going to Warwick to do history and Spanish. Is Sol doing literature?"

"That's right. That's one reason I was annoyed at his 'Bunty and Jane' joke. Sol should have known better, they stopped printing those before he was born. He only knows about it because I've still got some old copies from my schooldays. Do you want me to give Sol a call and get him to come back for you?"

"No, its all right. University's important. But we'll lose touch. He'll find some other girl. I guess we won't last." Leilani felt sad for the future.

"You never know. When you're young, life's like that. I have known long-distance relationships to last before. But we'll be around in the breaks and you'll still be able to see Sol then."

"I wish I could just keep him loyal while we're apart," Leilani sighed. "I'd whip him as a warning but I know it won't work."

"Speaking of which would you like to use the summer house when Sol's around? I can stock it with some of my canes and riding crops if you like. And we can get plenty of food for you. It's even got a little bedroom in it."

"That's nice of you, Leah."

"Would you like to see it before you go?"

"Please."

Leah walked Leilani through the gardens down to the summer house. It was quite large, an octagonal wooden structure about eighteen feet across with a wide verandah, situated in a charming corner among some laburnum trees. She showed Leilani inside, where the house was divided into a lounge area with wicker armchairs and a table. There was indeed a small room divided off in one segment where the outer walls were occupied by bunk beds. There was a wardrobe and some cupboards, a broom cupboard and even a small shower room. There was also a little washing area that contained cabinets with picnic items like blankets, plates and cutlery. Leah showed Leilani the electric power sockets they could use and the fire pit outside. There were electric lights and candles too

"It's lovely." Leilani enthused. "Thank you so much."

"Well," Leah said," let's lock up and get you on your way. Want to take a bottle of my fizz and a few strawberries?" Leah smiled.

"I don't think I've got room in my bag."

"Never mind, I'll lend you one of Sol's mini rucksacks. He has loads. Come on."

Back in the kitchen Leilani leaned on the counter as Leah packed some fruit and a glass bottle into a small shoulder bag. "Fancy a glass of wine before you go?" Leah asked.

"I'd better not, it's a bit early for me. I might pop in for one on my way back in case Sol turns up."

"Of course. Well, here you go," Leah placed the bag on the counter for Leilani, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Her lips lingered a second or two longer than was normal for this type of kiss and as Leilani leaned back against the counter with her lips parted she saw Leah's eyes locked on to hers.

Leah leaned down and kissed her again, this time on the lips. She withdrew and kissed her again, harder and longer this time, her breath beginning to get harder as though she were exercising. Her lips smacked against Leilani's as Leilani shifted her weight. Leah stabilised herself on the counter with her hand, moved her feet to stand either side of Leilani and pressed her lips hard on Leilani's. Leilani moaned. Leah's tongue pushed into Leilani's mouth, playing with her tongue. Leah started to moan and gently murmur, "uh........ uh...." as she moved her hand down between Leilani's legs. Her hand caressed Leilani's cheek as her kissing became constant and more intensive. Leilani's hands went up to Leah's face and Leah ran her powerful hands behind Leilani's neck and head, and the two women breathlessly fondled each other's heads and bodies. Leah pressed Leilani down on the counter and ravishingly kissed her, her hand in between Leilani's legs through her skirt, forcing them apart. Leilani moaned and trembled. The only sounds they made was the smacking of their lips, heavy breathing and moaning. Leah abruptly locked Leilani's hand in hers and standing her up, led her forcefully out of the kitchen without a word, pulling Leilani behind her up the stairs to her bedroom. Once inside she turned the deadlock on the door and resumed her assault, pushing Leilani down so that she was seated on the bed as Leah pushed her torso down, put her knee on the bed beside her, and gripping Leilani's hair hard, she resumed her punishing kisses.

At length Leah withdrew and sat next to Leilani, breathlessly. "You're very beautiful, Leilani," she said quietly, as she ran her fingers through Leilani's hair. "How does it feel to be made love to by an older woman?"

"I didn't know you were into girls, Leah," Leilani answered, her breath still heaving, as she lay on the bed, her fingers touching Leah's leg.

"I'm bisexual, Leilani. Have you ever tried it with a girl?"

"I sometimes make out with Jane, she's one of our maids."

"Come here," Leah stood Leilani up and drew her dress up over her shoulders to cast it on the floor in a pool of fabric. Leilani stood panting in front of Leah, who looked at her like a cobra about to devour its prey.

Leilani was now dressed only in her panties and bra. Leah sat down on the edge of the bed and drew Leilani down toward her. "Lie down, Leilani," she softly commanded. "On the floor before me."

Leilani slowly lowered herself onto the floor in front of Leah, not knowing what to expect. Leah languidly removed her knickers and opened her legs out under her gown, her hand pressing Leilani down so that her long form lay supine before Leah.

Gently Leah slid her powerful fingers into Leilani's hair and slowly pulled together in a clasp, as she arced her long left leg over Leilani and gently placed her elegantly slippered foot onto Leilani's belly just above her vagina. She slowly pressed the sole of her slipper deeper into Leilani's flesh, the heel grinding deep into her. The long, elegant form of Leah's slipper slowly pressed Leilani down as Leah released the pressure, then gently descended into her again. Leilani moaned as she watched Leah's slipper sink into her. Slowly Leah began to tread on Leilani's clitoris, moving her slipper up and down, sliding the sole across her. Her hand in Leilani's hair pulled her face into the wet warmth of Leah's vulva. "Lick me, little baby," Leah softly whispered.

Leilani whimpered as Leah's slipper slid across her crotch and her tongue pressed into Leah's moist cavern. She moved her tongue around, eager to please her Mistress.

Leah moaned and pressed herself onto Leilani's face, her slipper grinding mercilessly into her. Leah eventually drew Leilani out and shifted her grip to make Leilani look up into her tender eyes. Leah gently caressed Leilani's cheek with her other hand.

"I want you, Leilani," Leah moaned. "You little bitch."

Leah shuddered as Leilani continued to probe her hot, wet centre with her tongue. She was beginning to feel intoxicated by this powerful older woman dominating her. At length Leah pulled Leilani out from under her by her hair and released her from the crushing pressure of her slipper. She kissed Leilani and rose in a languid movement, drawing Leilani up by her hands. "Come and sit down, Leilani," Leah patted the bed beside her and sat down again.

"I want to show you something you can do with Sol," she said, stroking Leilani's hair. "Let me know what you think, I believe it will be good for you."

Leah stood up and walked to her vast wardrobes filling the nearby wall, with an elegant and catlike gait as her slippers whispered on the carpet. She opened a door and reached inside. A thrill of fear went through Leilani as Leah walked back to her, a gentle smile curving her lips. In her right hand she carried a long, slender, crook handled rattan cane, a wickedly curved instrument of pain.

"Are you going to whip me. Leah?" Leilani asked, her voice trembling.

Leah came and stood over Leilani, gently placing her left hand in Leilani's hair. Leilani couldn't take her eyes off Leah's cane.

"Only if you'll let me, Leilani," Leah murmured softly. "I want to show you how I do it to Sol. I shall let you keep your panties on so I don't cut you. I shall give you ten strokes across your bottom. If you'll consent."

"What if my mum finds out?"

"We can say it was a game you and Sol were playing. After all you have whipped my son, so I don't think Julianne will be able to say much. How about it?"

Leilani didn't feel comfortable about lying to her mother but felt there wasn't much she could do about it. She was beginning to realise her parents would find out in the end anyway.

"All right," Leilani said. She was frightened but excited at the same time. She wondered how she would cope with being treated the same way she had treated Sol, by this beautiful and intoxicating woman.

"Good." Leah smiled. "Take a good look at my cane, my darling."

Leah moved her hand from Leilani's head and slowly flexed the cane into a curve between her powerful hands. Leilani stared, transfixed. Leah touched the cane to Leilani's lips.

"Kiss it," she whispered. "Kiss the cane."

Leilani pressed her lips to the cool, hard wand of wood.

Leah took her knickers from the floor and crumpled them in her hand. "An extra precaution is necessary in case Sol returns," she said. "Open your mouth for me, darling."

Leilani opened her mouth and Leah stuffed her panties inside. Leilani could taste salt and something vaguely like fish.

"Now get across the bed, my love," Leah gently commanded. "Once we begin," she went on, "if you find you can't take it, just slap the bed and I shall stop."

Leilani lay face down on the bed, her knees on the floor, her bottom on the edge of the bed, curved and presented for the touch of Leah's cane. As Leilani lay with her face on the bedsheets she heard a rustle above her and felt a sudden, sharp pressure as Leah's slipper descended onto her upper back and pressed her down, the heel a pointed anchor while the cool, hard sole shifted against her skin. Leilani moaned as her face was pushed further into the mattress.

"Shhh, sweetheart," Leah soothed. "Don't be frightened. I am very skilled with the cane."

Leilani felt the narrow hardness of the wand as Leah pressed the cane on to her panties. "You are a very beautiful girl, Leilani," Leah breathed. "I'm not sure I can share you with Sol. I want you all to myself." She gently tapped the cane against Leilani's bottom. Leilani mentally prepared herself. She knew she would be able to anticipate the first stroke.

Suddenly the cane lifted away and she felt a shift in the pressure of Leah's foot on her back.

WHOP! A searing line of agony was suddenly written across Leilani's flesh. She shrieked around her gag and a mewing sound came out.

"I love you, Leilani," Leah murmured. "With each stroke, tell Sol how much you care for him. Let it be a mark of your affection. Wait until each mark rises, that increases the pain." Leah gently placed the cane onto the cut.

WHOP! Leilani bucked and whimpered. Immediately Leah's slipper pressed hard into her and savagely stamped her down. Leilani was determined to take it, because Sol had. The pain was blinding. Leah had managed to land her wand exactly on the first stroke. "You are so lovely, Leilani," Leah purred. "You will make a wonderful Mistress. I want to care for you and train you so that when you whip Sol, it will be all the sweeter."

WHOP! The third stroke cut across the first two. "Be judicious with your aim, little lamb," Leah suggested. "Make the strokes occupy a limited area but be careful not to cause injury. Remember our goal is pleasure through pain. Are you beginning to feel your mind expanding?"

Leilani's breath came hard through her gag. She felt her mind buckling under the pain. Leah's slipper pressed brutally down as Leah put the cane to her bottom again.

WHOP! "I am getting really aroused Leilani," Leah muttered. Leilani felt a burning sensation in her loins and an expansion in her stomach. Her lips trembled. She was certain her flesh was being shredded by Leah's cane.