The sound of the swish as the cane cut the air an instant before meeting my tender flesh was the only warning I got. The sudden jolt of pain across my ass registered immediately in every nerve in my body. I flinched suspended there, but made no sound. The struggle was joined, I had to fight every blow and not give in to the pain of the suspension or the cane so as to prove my point and myself and be a part of all this. Either because he was over anxious or because of the urging of Ms. Baxter to move this part of the initiation along, Ted struck quickly, lacing six swift and searing lashes across the contours of my backside. It was terrible, simply terrible, but I was able to control myself and not scream out as I wanted. I fought the pain, and kept quiet count. I was already halfway home.

The two slashes to the backs of my thighs were unexpected and the movement of the pain to a new region, a more tender one, caught me off guard and I made the first sound. I didn't scream out, although every nerve ending wanted me to. Instead I let out a low and sensuous groan that seemed to turn Ted on. Frankly, and I know this sounds strange, but it turned me on too.

Just as I was recovering from the initial shock of the last two blows, a sharp pain exploded low across my lower belly just behind the telltale swish of the cane. The burn was incredible. I pulled my legs up and swung in the chains as I made low grunting sounds.

Another to the same area sent me into a fit of pain and distress. The pain was so intense that it over-rode any sensation in my arms and shoulders and chest from hanging there.

"God damn, she is so hot, I can never let her go," I heard Billy telling no one in particular.

"You may have to if she doesn't make it, dear," I heard Ms. Baxter remind her.

I resolved that Billy need not worry, as I wanted this more than she did, and I also wanted her. The thoughts associated with this beautiful pledge were shattered as the cane came to brutally cut into my left side running its searing pain from up in my armpit to down the side of my stretched tit. It got me. I screamed a long, loud primitive yell that was sound and fury, signifying a great deal.

The next across the upper part of my back also burnt like fire, but either because of what had gone before, or the rush of endorphins that had kicked in, or just because the back is less sensitive, it did not hurt as badly as the blows that just preceded it.

"Ms. Baxter, I have only two left to give her. It looks like she can take those and more. What a truly magnificent creature we have here," he heaped praise on me and I relished it, loving everything about this moment. "If I may, I would like to place the last two strokes of the cane along side the beautiful red welt you placed across her chest."

"By all means, put the last two across the softness of her lovely breasts for all of us. Make each telling and distinct," she instructed him.

Even knowing where the blow was to land made no difference to the shock of the pain as the cane impacted across the top of my up-thrust tits, leaving a searing agony ripping across my chest well above the nipples. My body convulsed and shuddered, but to my own amazement I made no sound above a long slow moan about five seconds after the cane had left it telltale mark.

"My God," Jen said with an almost reverent tone in her voice, "she did it. She did it."

As her voice ebbed away across the deck and I held her words proudly within me, Ted swung his arm a last time and the signal of the swishing cane was followed as always by an instant and total shutdown of the nerves flashing a distress signal to the brain. The perfectly horizontal attack a tiny fraction above my nipples was executed with precision and a horrible sincerity. I let go. All control was shorted. I jerked wildly in the chains, I swung as if trying to get away from the terrible pain surging through me and pouring out of my toes on to the deck, and exploding through the top of my head and blasting toward heaven. As it did, and for reasons I will never know I screamed out loudly, "I love you," and then fell still hanging in my chains, head slumped down toward my heaving and battered chest.