Amelia's Awakening

Amelia was startled to hear her name. She turned and saw her friend Susannah beside her. They had been friends since school, and had often been summoned to punishment, standing side by side, waiting...bolstering each others courage, although she had seen little of her since Susannah's marriage to Clive five years ago.
"Sorry to hear about you and Roger!" Said Susannah, "I had meant to ring," she shrugged, "but you know how it is!"

"That's okay Susie, I think we were both relieved when we parted; we had both been pretending for far too long. But, what about you, with Clive being sent to Singapore to sort things out there, you will be on your own."
Susannah eyes sparkled, as she gave Amelia a knowing smile.

"Well darling. a girl has her ways", and, she smiled smile again, "and there are perhaps things, you, Ummm...don't know, having shut yourself away for so long. Clive and I have..." she paused, and looked at Amelia, "an, er...interesting relationship."
Amelia was surprised. To cover her confusion, she moved to the bar for another drink, Susannah joining her. "Let's take them into the garden, this," she waved her hand toward the other guests, "is all rather boring!"
Together they slipped outside, and walked down one of the many paths in the huge garden. The property was breathtakingly beautiful in the moonlight, the garden lit with subdued lighting, built on the heights of a cliff overlooking the Darling Range In the distance the lights of Perth danced under the gleam of the moon.

Clive and Susannah had bought the house when he had been invited to join the board as a senior partner. It was the house Susannah had always dreamed that she would one day own, mistress of all she surveyed.
They seated themselves on a bench beside a pond. The night was still, the perfume of flowers intoxicating on the air. In the distance an owl hooted, as a small splash disturbed the surface of the water, perhaps a frog hunting its prey. The ripples spread over the surface, as Amelia idly traced a finger in the water.

"Susie, what did you mean when you said you and Clive have..." her voice trailed away.
Susannah gave her a quizzical look. Abruptly, she made up her mind.

"You remember the Mother Superior's study, Amelia?" She paused, Amelia nodded, a sudden shiver causing her to clasp her arms around herself.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Susannah did not wait for an answer. "I always knew you did, I felt it when we used to hug ourselves afterwards; you were always different to the other girls: like me, it gave you a thrill, The delicious feeling of fear..." Susannah, stopped, and took Amelia's hands, and the sensation of...but the, we didn't know what it was..." she paused again, giving Amelia a long, hard look. "But, I think you know the feeling now, and yet, you are still unsure, unaware of your feelings, but..." Susannah looked into her eyes..unsatisfied?"
Amelia looked at Susannah, before averting her eyes, glancing around the garden, brighter now, as the moon climbed higher in the sky, trying to gather her thoughts, and, surprised at her emotions. How could Susannah know, how could she understand the yearning deep inside herself, her need to be punished, her strange desire for pleasure, when she did not really understand it herself.

Susannah stood up, taking Amelia's hand.
"Come with me, I have something to show you." Meekly, Amelia allowed her friend to take her back inside the house, but this time by a small door, beneath an arch to the side of the house. Susannah led her down a long corridor at the end of which was another door, beyond which a dimly lit flight of stone steps led down.

Taking care in their high heels the two women descended, their steps echoing on the stone steps. Suddenly, they stood before a heavy, wooden door.
Producing a key from her pocket Susannah open the door, and pressed a switch inside the door. The walls were lit by a soft, yellow glow, from lamps designed like medieval torches, giving it the appearance of a dungeon.
Dominating the centre of the room and lit with a bright, modern light, like those found in an operating theatre, was a steel fixture resembling a bed, but which seemed to be split in the middle, with rings fixed to the sides. In a corner of the room was a wooden device, shaped like the back of a horse, on which was a saddle. Where the head would have been were brass rings, to which were attached leather cuffs, and below these, on each front leg of the contraption were stirrups, although much further forward, and higher, than in the case of a normal riding position.

Other devices caught her eye: hooks were suspended from the wall, with several items hanging from them: paddles, various types of whips, and different handcuffs, and irons.
Above, several bars were suspended from the ceiling, to which each were attached chains, to which were attach more cuffs.
Yet what captured Amelia's attention was the huge wooden cross, cuffs at each corner, in the centre a padded bolster, around which was a wide leather belt. Amelia was transfixed: it was the image she had dreamed of, and was burned in her mind.
She could not take her eyes of it, her heart was palpitating, her legs trembling.

Turning to Susannah, she noticed her smile, as she walked slowly toward the cross, drawn to it, as though somehow it was part of her. Standing before it, she reached out her hand, and felt the rough grain of the timber, then moving her hands to the leather belt, touching the cold steel of the buckles.
Turning again to Susannah, who had moved beside her, her eyes met those of her school friend, beseeching. No word was spoken,. They both knew, and understood, the inchoate, unspoken language.
Amelia stepped closer to the cross, and stretched her arms along the upper beams, pressing her belly to the centre.

Understanding, Susannah moved to fasten the cuffs on her wrists, then placed herself behind Amelia, placing her hand on her buttocks, with a light, reassuring pressure.
"Are you sure?" She whispered in Amelia's ear, pulling her long black tresses to one side. "Is this what you want?"

Amelia nodded, speechless, her body trembling, taut with apprehension, recalling the memories of their years in the convent. She pushed herself harder against the frame, grazing her already hardened nipples against the wood.
Susanna's hand moved between her thighs, gently forcing her legs apart, stretching her ankles to the corners of the beams, bending to fix the securing cuffs. Having done this, she moved behind the cross, and placed the belt around Amelia's waist, buckling it tightly, causing Amelia to draw in her breath, her buttocks pushed out by the bolster, to be even more prominately displayed. The material of her skirt, was tightly stretched across her voluptuous flesh, the thin line of her panties and the straps of her suspender belt clearly visible beneath the dress.
Having secured her willing victim to the cross, Susannah spoke once more to Amelia.

"It's not too late to back out darling, if you are not absolutely sure." Her voice was low and husky. As she whispered in her ear, she ran her hands beneath Amelia's dress, her fingers stroking the nylon sheathed legs, slowly moving up her taut thighs, and caressing the soft flesh as she reached the top of her stockings. Susannah paused, feeling Amelia tremble, anticipating her fingers moving beneath her panties, knowing she was already wet. She moaned as she felt her legs weaken, a flutter beginning in her belly, nipples hard with longing.
Susannah understood, and lifting Amelia's dress, secured it with hooks attached to chains on the leather belt around her waist.

She stepped back to look at her, naked from the waist, except for suspender belt, and brief lace underwear, heightening her vulnerability.
"God Amelia, you are so incredibly beautiful!" As she spoke, she slipped her fingers beneath her panties, gently parting her lips, and searching for her clitoris.
Amelia moaned, straining to push herself on to Susanna's hand, but restrained by her bonds.
As Susannah removed her fingers, Amelia felt the wetness seeping down her thighs, her whole body trembling.

Susannah went to a cabinet beside the cross, and taking from a drawer a pair of scissors, moved back to Amelia. She lay the cold metal against Amelia's inner thigh, feeling her flinch, before cutting the lace at her waist, the ruined scrap of lace falling to the floor.
Her own nipples hard with desire, Susannah moved again to the cabinet, selecting a bamboo cane, and moved to stand before Amelia, showing her the instrument of her punishment.
Amelia's eyes widened, but, making no sound, she nodded, her hair falling around her face.

Susannah stepped back, and gazed at Amelia's naked flesh, her buttocks tensed with anticipation.
Raising the cane, Susannah bought it whistling through the air, to get the feel of it, and gauge the distance. As she did so, Amelia tightened her thighs, expecting it to bite her flesh.
Susannah laughed lightly.

"No, Amelia darling, remember the study...you have to be in touch with your fear, feel it first in your mind." As she said this, laid the cane against her taut flesh, and slowly draing it between her open vulva, pressing it against the moist, yielding flesh. A tremor ran through Amelia’s body. Her buttocks tightened with the fear....anticipating....

Suddenly, without warning, Susannah raised the cane and landed the first stroke on Amelia's quivering buttocks.
Her whole body tensed, rigid as the pain seared her flesh, her teeth clenched to fight back tears.

Amelia moaned, the pain etched in her mind. Once more the bamboo whistled through the air, cutting her in the centre of her buttocks, forcing a low moan from her throat.
Three times more the cane lashed her bottom, but now the pain dulled, her vulva trembling, as pleasure replaced the burning of her flesh.
Susannah threw the cane aside, and kneeling before Amelia's wide spread thighs, pushed her tongue into her gaping sex., seeking the nub of her clitoris.

Amelia became rigid, every muscle tensed, as Susannah's tongue found her willing flesh, the first quiver of her orgasm pulsing through her body, waves of pleasure centring in her vulva, reaching every part of her sensitised skin. Again and again she shuddered, as her climax flooded her senses, her screams of pleasure rending the air.

As the waves of pleasure receded, she slumped against the frame, nerve ends tingling with the delicious aftershocks, her thighs twitching involuntarily.
Susannah got to her feet, and moved beside her, carefully pulling the hair back from her face, and gently kissing her.
As her bonds were removed, tears streamed down Amelia's face, tears of pleasure, and understanding.

All those years of unconscious searching, but now she knew.
Tomorrow would be different. She knew now she was a woman.