jenny 04

On a challenge, Jenny and her mom have just been spanked by grandad. He
used the old razor strop that had been used many times on Jenny's mom. To
say it was effective would be the understatement of the year. Now they had
to somehow dress and get home. Ellen had forgotten about wearing a soft
dress that had plenty of room for a swollen ass, so they both had to get
into tight jeans.

 Jenny kissed Ellen again. "It hurt like hell, mom, but I'm glad I
took one with you. It somehow makes us even closer."

 Ellen hugged her step daughter. "I know what you mean honey. I need
to crash on my tummy, and I'm sure you do too, so lets say so long to my
dad and mom and see if we can get home."

 The two girls managed to painfully get their jeans back on and walk stiffly to the house.
 Ellen's mom laughed. "Haven't heard that much screaming in years. I
trust dad did a good job on both of you?"

 Both Ellen and Jenny nodded. Jenny said,"Thanks grandad. I'm glad
to know what mom got when she was growing up, even if it did hurt terribly."

 Ellen said, "That goes double for me dad. I had forgotten just how
bad it was. If Jenny _really_ screws up big time, I'll bring her over for a repeat, OK?"

 Her dad said, "Sure honey, and anytime _you_ need a repeat, let me know." He laughed.
 Ellen spoke, "Er, mom, could we borrow a couple of soft pillows to get home?"

 Ellen's mom laughed, "Sure, honey. Grab a pair of soft ones from
the living room. Bring them back the next time you come to visit, or decide
you need another spanking." She laughed again.

 Back at the car Ellen said, "Honey, will you please drive us home?
I'm still woozy from the spanking."

 "Sure, mom. My ass hurts like hell, but I'm reasonably steady on my
feet. I wasn't right after the spanking. If I ever get another, I'm
bringing my sleeping bag so I can crash on my tummy for awhile."

 Even with the pillows, it was a sore trip to the house. Ellen said,
"Honey, I'm still a little dizzy. Why don't you get your dad to help me
into the house. Oh, and dear, please ignore any loud noises from the
bedroom. The spanking has made me want your dad real bad, and I imagine he
will be glad to help me out."

 Jenny laughed, "It makes me hot too, mom, but I have to take care
of myself. Hey, have a real good fuck, you two."

 "Jenny! You shouldn't use that kind of language."

 "I know, but I don't think you are going to spank me for saying it,
and have a good one anyway." She laughed, but rubbed her ass.

 Jenny found dad tinkering with his sports car, "Dad, the spanking
we got from gramps was even worse than we expected. Mom is still a little
weak, and would like some help getting to the bedroom. Tell you how bad it
was; she had _me_ drive home."

 Her dad laughed, "Wow, it must have been _real_ bad to let you drive. I'll go help her."
 "Ahh, dad, don't worry about any loud noises from the bedroom. I
already know she has a very sore ass, but is horny as hell. I'd recommend a
little paddling before you two make love."

 "Hasn't she had enough for one day?"
 "Dad, you have to understand that a spanking makes most woman
excited sexually; even me, and I'm still a virgin, believe it or not. It
was over an hour ago that mom got it from gramps. A dozen or so good ones
with the paddle ought to be about right, but far be it for me to advise you
about your sex life; I don't even have one yet." She laughed.

 "Then how do you know so much about spanking arousing a woman?"
 "Well, dad, in the first place I read a lot, in the second place I
talk to my girl friends and in the third place I "R" one."

 "You mean to tell me that you get hot when Ellen uses that paddle
on your tail? Or the switch? I can hear you screaming all over the house."

 "Dad, it hurts like hell, but it definitely turns me on. I wouldn't
take one just for that, but when I have to take a spanking,  I get aroused.
I suspect that when I get a steady boy friend, or maybe when I marry, that
spanking will be a regular part of our lovemaking. If you and mom haven't
discovered it yet, I suggest you do so, but, like I said, it's not my job
to give sex ed to you or mom." She laughed. "Hey, you're welcome to borrow
the cane. That's more  effective than the paddle. Mom keeps it hanging in
her closet in the bedroom. A dozen good ones should be just about right
over the dozen gramps gave us."

 "Did you get aroused from the spanking grandad gave you?"
 "Yes, dad, and I'm going to my room to take care of that little
matter. You and mom can ignore any moans coming from _my_ bedroom."

 Dad went looking for Ellen, muttering to himself about never
understanding women and Jenny went to her bedroom. She immediately removed
the painful slacks, then the remainder of her clothing. She searched
through the top drawer of her bureau and came up with a dildo, a tube of
K-Y jelly and a pair of nipple clips connected by a chain. They were the
kind that get tighter if pulled.

 She decided to try and put out some of the fire in her ass, so she
used some skin cream. She then lay down on her tummy in bed. She lubed up
the dildo and inserted it where it belonged. Oh, it felt sooooo good. She
put on the nipple clips, which hurt, but it was a "good" hurt. She could
pull on the chain and punish her nipples while she pushed the dildo in and out.

 She was about half way to her first orgasm when she heard a scream
from down the hall, in the direction of the master bedroom. She smiled. Dad
had taken her advice. Knowing her mom was getting spanked made her even
hotter and she went over the top, openly moaning. She figured nobody down
the hall would hear her, or care. Her mom screamed again. Jenny counted
screams while she was busy with her second orgasm. It sounded like six when
she shuddered and moaned again. By the time she counted a dozen, she was
into her third orgasm.

 She usually only had two, but knowing what was happening down the
hall, plus the big spanking she had gotten made her extra hot today. She
heard another scream, but this sounded like daddy was giving it to mommy.
Could she have yet another orgasm?

 Four would be a record with her, but she still felt aroused. The
moans from down the hall were really loud and mom screamed again. Jenny
figured that was when mom had her orgasm, so she was one up on mom already.
She wondered if it would be better with a man? The dildo was nice and big,
but she had only seen one erect penis and that belonged to her boyfriend
Derek. Lots of literature, and some of her friends, told her that it was
technique, not just size, that mattered. She had yet to try out his
technique, but she wanted to  very much.

 Technically,  she had lost her virginity the first time she had
used a dildo. That was years ago, and it was a smaller dildo that she still
kept and sometimes used in her rectum. Holding the big dildo in place, she
retrieved the old one and inserted it in her rectum. Wow, it felt nice
getting filled in both holes. She had tried the small one back there
before, but never while her front hole was full. She had learned a new
trick today. Too bad they didn't have a _real_ sex ed class at school.

 She pulled the chain on her nipple clips. Ohhhhhh, her nipples were
getting sensitive. She lay down on her back and squirmed around, causing
pain from the spanking. She needed pain right now. She squirmed more,
pulled sharply on the clips while pushing the dildo all the way in. Mom
screamed again. Jenny came for the fourth time, but this time she shook and
shook. It seemed like the orgasm lasted for minutes. She moaned and fainted
in the middle of a beautiful fireworks display.

 She woke up all warm and tingling. She removed the clips with an
"ouch" for each one and turned onto her tummy with both dildos in place.
Soon she was asleep. To hell with supper, besides she doubted mom was in
any shape to make it, and dad couldn't boil water without burning it.

 The next morning both holes complained a bit at having been stuffed
all night. Her ass was still sore, but she was hungry so she showered and
went to the kitchen. Mom was there and didn't look too happy.

 "You and your suggestions. Your dad gave me another dozen with the
cane. Now how did he just happen to know that we had a cane and where it was kept?"

 "Mom, I got talking to him after we got home yesterday. I heard
every one of your screams. I even counted, and he gave you a dozen. Then I
kinda lost track of how many times you had an orgasm, but it seemed to me
you were enjoying yourself. I had four cums, which is a new record for me,
but I had to do all the work."

 Ellen nodded her head, "It was fantastic, I have to admit, but
twelve with the cane on top of twelve with the razor strop? Young lady,
what you need is twelve with the cane early in the morning, just before gym
class next week. I know at least four or five of your friends, so I'm going
to call them and tell them to be sure to have a good look at your ass."

 "Mom, you wouldn't? Yeah, you would. OK, mom, gym is Thursday next
week. I'll set my alarm early and take my dozen. Then I'll show off my
bottom to the whole class. Be sure and don't hit in the same place twice. I
want to be able to show all twelve marks. Oh, why not start calling this
week while school is out? By a week from this coming Thursday the whole
school will know. Then I'll carry a pillow to sit on. If we're going to do
this, we might as well do it right."

 "I'm surprised you went along with this. Look, honey, I was just
more-or-less kidding. I know how embarrassed you were to show off your
spankings in the past. I think I'm going to warm your ass with the cane,
but I wouldn't do it right before gym class, or call your friends."

 "Mom, I'm serious. I caused you to get twelve with the cane on top
of all gramps had given you. I suddenly came to the conclusion that not
only do I deserve a dozen myself, but that I'm being a baby about showing
off my ass to the other girls. I want it in the morning, before gym class,
so it is fresh and I want the whole school to know about it."

 Ellen shook her head, "My little girl is growing up. OK, dear, I'll
call around and tell them you are going to get it Thursday morning, and be
sure to have a look when you strip for gym. Honey, are you sure this is
what you really want?"

 "Yes, mom, really-really. I'll give you names and phone numbers for
all the girls I know in my school. Be sure to tell them I'm getting it
Thursday morning, and to tell everyone they can think of, both boys and
girls. I think I'll even put a little note on the bulletin boards.
Something like 'Jenny gets the cane Thursday morning'. That ought to
generate some interest."

 Ellen laughed, "And just a few weeks ago you were embarrassed about
a few switch marks below your swimsuit."

 Jenny laughed too, "Yeah, I guess I'm growing up. All of a sudden I
actually _want_ the girls to see my well spanked ass. I can't really
explain my change of attitude, mom, but you'll go along with it?"

 "Sure, honey, never let it be said that I turned down a chance to
use the cane on your ass. Hey, I remember you said you wanted to be tied to
the bed for your next spanking. Does that entail another visit to the Leather Shop?"

 "Well, if we want to do it right, yes. I've got it; you tie me to
the bed every night until the day of the Big Spanking. I don't set my alarm
at all. You come in, move the covers and BOOM, I wake-up to a lash from the
cane. How's that sound to you?"

 "OK, if that's what you want, but can you sleep on your tummy, tied to the bed?"
 "Well, I can sleep on my tummy OK, and the hand and leg restraints
I have in mind are fur padded. Look, we need the restraints anyway, so why
don't we pick them up Monday, and I can start practicing. We'll need some
chain to get from the restraints to the bed rails, but that's a hardware store item. "

 Monday found them back at the Leather Shop. Linda greeted them,
"How has the cane worked out? I hope it wasn't too mild." She laughed.

 Ellen laughed, "So far, I've only given Jenny twelve the day we
bought it, to try it out, but this little bitch had to tell my husband
about it, and I got twelve last Saturday, and they were over twelve we both
got from my dad's razor strop. It was terrible."

 Jenny piped up, "I could hear her screaming through two closed
doors. Later she was screaming for another reason."

 Linda smiled, "I get so hot when I get a good one, but a dozen with
the cane over the razor strop sounds real industrial strength." She
laughed. "So what do you need today, girls?"

 Jenny spoke up, "Mom is going to get back at me by giving me a
dozen with the cane before I leave for class on a gym day. She is going to
call all my friends. We need some wrist and ankle restraints. I'm planning
to  have mom restrain me on the bed. I'll be sleeping on my tummy in the
nude. All she has to do is carefully expose my ass and I won't need an
alarm clock, that's for sure. She gets to do that every day I'm tied to the
bed, then on the Big Day, I get a dozen."

 Linda laughed, "You are going to wake-up to a caning. Wow, you'll
have to tell me all about it later. Sure, we have these nice soft
restraints." She pulled a set out from the display case. "You'll have to go
to a hardware store and get releases and chain. Do you have a few days to
practice sleeping in the cuffs?"

 Jenny nodded, "School is out for the week and my next gym class is
Thursday, so I've got plenty of time. I figured we could start tonight, and
with over a week to get used to them, I ought to be OK. I'll practice
sleeping in the cuffs every night, with mom's help to get tied up."

 They bought the cuffs at the leather store and then visited the
hardware store. They bought four quick-release clips and plenty of chain.
Dad owned a small chain cutter, so they bought one piece of chain long
enough to fasten all four cuffs.

 Jenny and Ellen got to work on the hardware after lunch. It turned
out that there was a place at all four corners of the bed where the chain
could be fastened. Jenny insisted that the chain be permanently attached to
the bed. She explained, "If I have one of my girlfriends visiting, I want
to be able to show her where I get spanked. I'm even going to leave the
cuffs on the chain, although they could be released."

 Jenny usually went to bed about 10 PM, so she stripped when Ellen
came in and her mom put on the four restraints. It felt strange to be held
in that position. Both legs were spread wide and so were her arms. It
wasn't particularly uncomfortable, just unusual. Ellen covered her with one
quilt that could be carefully pulled back for her spanking without waking
Jenny. Ellen kissed her good night and patted her bottom, then left.

 It took Jenny some time to get used to that position, but
eventually she went to sleep and didn't waken until mom gave her one with
the cane the next morning. Talk about an instant alarm clock, with no snooze feature!

 So it went for the remainder of the week. Soon Jenny got used to
the restraints and sleeping in that position. She could nod off right after
mom had her tied down.

 Both she and mom made numerous phone calls, so within a day or so
she was getting calls back from classmates who had heard about her pending
spanking from someone else and found it hard to believe, or wanted more details.

 Jenny was honest and frank with all her callers. She didn't tell
them why she had been naughty to her mom; that was personal. Everyone  got
the rest of the story, including the fact that she was sleeping tied to the
bed and was getting a painful wake-up call every morning. One that was
going to be very painful, come Thursday morning.

 She made  it very plain that she wanted the spanking, to pay her
mom back. This was only partly true; she knew she did owe her mom the
caning, but she wanted her classmates to know what she had gotten, and was
especially looking forward to displaying her well spanked rear to the gym
class. She surprised herself how much she had changed. Was it the stropping
from gramps? Partially, she guessed, but that wasn't the whole explanation,
and she wasn't sure what the rest was.

 So many of her callers didn't believe she was sleeping tied to the
bed that she  invited them to the house for a demonstration. Each girl had
to agree to try the restraints, although they only got one swat from the
paddle from Jenny, and that was over their clothes. She got one spank with
the cane, on her bare ass, from every visitor.
 
 Jenny started to regret having allowed her friends to spank her
when six of them showed up one morning, but she took all six. They weren't
as bad as her mom gave her, but they all saw six marks on her ass after the treatment.

 She even got calls from some of the boys she knew. She was equally
frank with them, but they didn't get an invitation to the house for a
demonstration. She sort-of wished she could. She had turned from a girl who
was rather shy to an exhibitionist in the course of a few days, and she
couldn't really understand why, herself.

 Every evening at about 10 PM Ellen tied Jenny to the bed and every
morning she woke her up with a sound stroke of the cane on her rear. By
Monday, Ellen decided to escalate the wake-up a bit, so she gave Jenny two
good ones with the cane, one on each cheek .

 Jenny jerked awake, "AARGHH, mom, that's not fair."
 Ellen laughed, "Honey, who is doing the waking and who is tied to the bed?"

 Jenny groaned, "Mom, we negotiated one spank from the cane every
day, and a big spanking on Thursday and this is only Monday. Let me up."

 Ellen laughed, "And what are you going to do if I decide to leave
you there for awhile and practice on your ass? Ah, I know, you can complain
to the 'spanking board'."

 Jenny groaned, "Mom, that's not fair."
 "You are repeating yourself, dear. OK, I'll let you up now, but we
are going to have a talk after school. I think you should get more of the
cane Tuesday and Wednesday. You don't get the whole dozen until Thursday,
but you work up to it with a smaller number tomorrow, then more the next
day, and finally, the Main Event on Thursday. Think about it and we'll
discuss it later." Ellen unsnapped the four restraints and left Jenny to 'think about it'.

 It seemed like half the school knew about her upcoming spanking on
Thursday. Seven girls asked to visit after school and see her tied up. If
they all showed, that meant seven more lashes with the cane, and some of
the girls hit almost as hard as mom. Two of the girls she hardly knew, but
she had foolishly made the offer an open one, so she couldn't very well
turn them down. Besides, it was just two more lashes for her to take. Her
ass could take it, right? She rubbed the offending object. Yeah, made of
brass; the famous brass ass.

 During the day Jenny did 'think about it'. She was sure mom was
just playing with her, but what Ellen had said was very true. She was
firmly tied to the bed and mom could do whatever she wanted with her. Was
it a good idea to take more than one with the cane the next two mornings,
leading up to the 'Main Event', or would that just make her ass hurt all
that more on Thursday?

 It depended mostly on how many mom gave her. Her ass was bound to
look worse on Thursday when she showed it off to the gym class. Even a lash
with the cane on Monday would show on Thursday. She and mom would have to
talk it out after  school, but she knew mom could do whatever she wanted.
Jenny couldn't tie herself up without help, and once she was tied she was
at mom's mercy. She was getting used to the restraints, but she wanted to
be tied up every night until the 'Main Event' on Thursday morning.

 Jenny hadn't decided what to say to her mom when she got home.
Should she just let mom give her whatever she wanted, or should she debate
the matter? After all, she had agreed to take a dozen early Thursday
morning, but taking an as-yet-unknown number of lashes on Tuesday and
Wednesday had never been discussed before mom woke her this morning.
Besides, how many would she have to take from her classmates? There was
still Tuesday and Wednesday to worry about.

 To make matters worse, Ellen was out shopping, or visiting a
friend, or whatever, when Jenny got off the school bus. She began to wonder
if mom wasn't purposely teasing her. She couldn't talk to someone who was absent.
 
 About an hour later an old VW bus arrived and out spilled 11 girls.
'Oh, my aching ass', Jenny thought. One of her friends introduced her to
the half dozen or so that Jenny didn't know. A couple of the girls Jenny
expected couldn't make it, but others had joined the party.

 Jenny invited them all upstairs, but they couldn't all fit in her
room at once. Jenny organized them into a group stretching down the hall.
She then brought each  into her room and tied her to the bed, then gave her
a good one with the paddle, but not on the bare. It seemed like there was
always about a half dozen gawkers looking at the girl that was tied down.
Some of the spankees hardly moved when they got the spank from the paddle,
but some screamed and tried to bounce off the bed. This didn't work due to the cuffs.

 After all eleven had a demonstration of what it felt like to be
tied to a bed and given a token spanking, she stripped and put on the
cuffs. "Sue, will you snap me in and organize this crew? You are allowed to
give me one spank with the cane each, and that is all. Remember, I have to
take twelve very hard ones from mom Thursday morning."

 One girl asked,"Jenny, how hard are we allowed to spank you today?"
 Jenny smiled, "I guess the answer is 'as hard as you want'.
Frankly, when I made the offer last week I didn't expect my spanking to
turn into a Popular Spring Event. I must have had over a dozen lashes with
the cane since mom started calling last week. You can still see some on my ass."

 "Pretend you are a baby sitter and the little  bitch has just
spilled milk down your front, or thrown a pot at you, or  something. If you
have a good imagination, pretend I'm your naughty daughter. If you do a
good job, I'll probably scream, and I definitely will cry, but  don't let
that stop you."

 With that Sue clipped her in place and chose one of the girls. Zip!
OHHHH. Jenny spoke, "That really wasn't hard enough. Sue, did it mark me?"

 Sue looked closely, even feeling Jenny's ass, "Well, Jen, there is
a thin red line, but I don't know what to expect. I've never seen a caning before."

 Jenny thought for a moment, "Will one of you go down stairs and see
if mom is home? If she is, ask her to come up, please."

 In a few minutes Ellen appeared. "Girls, meet my mom, the artist
with the cane. Mom, I just got one spank and it didn't feel like much.
Would you be willing to referee? If a girl gives me a wimpy spank, show her
how to do it right and have her do it again. I told them a limit of one
spank, but I mean a _real_ one."

 Ellen said, "Hold the cane firmly in your dominant hand and raise
it over your head. Bring it down quickly and aim for about the middle of
Jenny's ass. You can try a few times to get the feel of the cane before you
actually strike her."

 The girl looked quite a bit younger than Jenny, and was nervous.
Jenny said to her, "Take your time. You can let the tip touch my skin if
you want to. Don't worry about spanking too hard."

 The girl tapped Jenny on the ass a few times, then she raised the
cane over her head and brought it down smartly on Jenny's ass. Whoosh, Ohhhhhh.

 Ellen nodded, "Look at that mark, even feel it. That was good for a
beginner. Next volunteer."

 So it went through all eleven, including Sue. Jenny lost count, but
was sure she had taken at least eleven good ones. Ellen had approved of
most, with a few repeats. She had done her share of screaming and crying.

 One girl came forward to talk to Ellen, "Mrs. Blackwell, I have
dreamed of getting a good spanking for years, but mom and dad are divorced
and I live with dad. He spoils me rotten. Would you be willing to give me
one just like Jenny is going to get Thursday?"

 Ellen smiled at the girl, who looked to be about Jenny's age, if
not older. "Sure, my dear, but unless you are eighteen, I'd have to have
your dad's permission."

 The girl smiled back, "Only a month ago, but I'm now supposed to be
an adult, although dad doesn't seem to think so." She opened her fanny pack
and removed her driver's license. Sure enough, she was just eighteen.

 Ellen spoke, "All right, you naughty girl. Strip and I'm going to
give you twelve of the best on your bare ass. Hurry it up. Jenny, help her
with the cuffs and tie her down. We don't have enough room for ten, so take
turns, or some sit on the floor. I'm sure you are all anxious to see this."

 "Helen-Ann, you are about to meet our pet cane. This is your last
chance. Do you agree to be spanked twelve times? Once I start I will ignore
whatever you say, and you get all twelve. What do you say?"

 The girl shuddered but said, "Yes, mam, give me my twelve and
ignore whatever I might say. I really need this, I don't care how much it hurts."

 "Very well, you'll get at least twelve, but you have to count then,
thank me and ask for another. If you forget, it's extras."

 Whoosh! Ohhhhhh! "One, thank you mam. Please give me another."
 Helen-Ann was screaming and crying, but she kept the count. When it
came to twelve she asked for another and got it. This kept up until she had
taken nineteen, at which time she fainted.

 Ellen gave her one more for good measure and left, "Got to start
supper. Tell her what a good job she did. If she ever needs another one,
have her call me or get in touch with you, Jenny. Oh, not today, but if any
of you want a caning, let Jenny know. Same rules; under eighteen, I need a letter."

 Helen-Ann was moaning on the bed. Jenny had released her. "You with
us yet Helen-Ann?" Jenny rubbed her welted ass with skin cream, which she
knew from experience wouldn't do much good, but it was better than nothing.
 
 The girl woke suddenly, "Is it over? How many did I take?"
 Jenny answered, "Well, you fainted at nineteen, so mom gave you one
more to make it an even twenty. She has left to start supper. Didn't you get enough?"

 "Well, to tell you the truth, I had my heart set on twenty five."
 Jenny turned to Sue, "I lost track of who was spanking me, but
there was one swat that was about as good as mom's. I recall screaming. Any
idea who that was?"

 A tall blond stepped forward. "I guess that was me, Jenny. I'm
Sally, and we never met until today. I'm in college and a member of a
sorority that is big into spankings, so I've taken a lot and given a lot.
I'm neighbors with your friend Sue, so I came along."

 Jenny asked Helen-Ann, "Would you like Sally to give you five more?"

 Helen-Ann had recovered somewhat, so she said, "No, I want  at
least ten, or as many more as I can take, as hard as you want, and thanks
Sally. We'll talk about sororities later. It is obvious I want to get into
yours so I can get spanked often."

 Sally smiled, "Tie her down. Same rules, and I'll spank you ten
times, but if you ask for another after ten, be assured you'll get it."

 Whoosh! Ohhhhhh! "That was one, mam. Thank you. Please give me another"

 Whoosh! Ohhhhhh! This went on and on. Helen-Ann was screaming and
crying, but still asked for more. She finally got so incoherent at twenty
three that Sally stopped. Helen-Ann screamed, "Just two more - only two
more and it will be twenty five." Sally gave her two more.

 Jenny had never seen such a well-spanked ass. She untied Helen-Ann
and let her rest on her tummy. "Helen-Ann, you wore tight jeans. Your ass
is so swollen that you'll never get them on. We're about the same size.
Borrow a soft, full skirt from me to get home. You can return it tomorrow."

 "Oh, mom said any time you need another caning to let me know. Hey,
I bet you'd like a spanking from grandad. He uses a razor strop which is
worse than the cane. Well, maybe it isn't, but he hits a lot harder than
mom. Let me know if you want to try one."

 Helen-Ann smiled at Jenny, "I definitely want more from your mom
and I'd love to try the razor strop. How many spanks does he give?"

 "He gives twelve, like mom usually gives, but I suppose he would
give you more if you really wanted them. I took just one spanking from him
and I was so weak after twelve that I needed help to stand. Mom took one
with me and she _asked_ me to drive home. Hell, that's the first time she
has _ever_ driven in the car with me at the wheel, so that gives you an
idea how she felt after the stropping."

 "When can I get a spanking from him? You've got me anxiously
looking forward to getting one."

 "I'll call him. How is Saturday afternoon with you? That was when
mom and I got ours. He is semi-retired, so his time is pretty much his own."

 "That would be fine. I'll pick you up, and you can drive me home if
I can't make it on my own."

 Sally spoke up, "I don't suppose your grandad would take another volunteer?"

 Jenny answered, "I'm sure he would. He did mom and me and was
hardly winded. He told us to come back if we wanted more, but I think he
was giving us a hard time. Don't you get it enough in your sorority?"

 "Well, yes and no. It depends on what activities we have and
whether I have broken any house rules. Actually, I haven't been spanked in
several weeks, and this razor strop of your grandad's sounds really wicked.
I'd like to be able to say I've taken one once. We looked for one for our
collection and never found one. Barbers haven't used them in years."

 Jenny said, "I'll call gramps later and let Sue know, or you can
leave me a phone number. I'm sure he will give you two a stropping, but I
don't know if he or grandma have any plans for this weekend. I'll warn you
two that you had better wear a soft dress that is full in the back, bring a
blanket, or better a sleeping bag, to crash on while you recover and a soft
pillow to get home on. Oh, if there are any more volunteers let me know,
but if you just want to come along for the show, I don't think gramps would care."

 Finally all the girls left and Jenny was alone with her mom in the
kitchen, sitting on her soft pillow. "I've never seen anyone take a
spanking like Helen-Ann did. She got twenty from you and twenty five from
Sally. Not only that, but that was her very first spanking. Hey, I'm going
to try for that same sorority. They are big on spankings."

JENNY 03

 Helen-Ann slept until almost noon. Rhonda checked on her
occasionally. When she woke she found she could at least walk. She dressed
about the same as last night, nothing tight. She noticed she even had a
whip mark on her face. Apparently Ms. Zee had let the whip wrap a bit when
she was doing her upper back. She got down stairs and found Rhonda reading
the paper in the kitchen. "Hi, mom. I'll fix a late breakfast of cold
cereal. My appetite isn't all that hot." She found the makings and sat gingerly on a pillow.
 
 "Mom, would you be willing to take me to school for gym class? I'd
_love_ to show the damage off in the locker room. The exercise will
probably be good for me too. You can come too. Miss Hunt lets parents use
the pool, as long as they don't come too oftem, and you never have. We
don't use suits, but I guess I told you that."

 Rhonda smiled, "Honey, _my_ ass is marked too, but not as bad as yours."

 Helen-Ann smiled, "I don't care if we both show off our asses, if
you don't. That would be cool. We'll show my friends that we both take it on our ass."

 Rhonda smiled, "Why not? Have you ever seen a mom my age there?"
 Helen-Ann shook her head, "Once I introduce you, you'll blend in with the class."

 Later Helen-Ann introduced her mom to Miss Hunt. They both went to
the locker room, "Girls, Romans, whatever, I'd like you to meet my mom
Rhonda. Please don't call her Mrs. Sargent, it makes her feel old." She and
Rhonda stripped and closed the locker.

 "OH, my God! What happened to you, Helen-Ann?" It was one of her friends.
 
 Another noticed Rhonda, "Must be catching. Mrs...., I mean Rhonda
looks like she has a sore ass too."

 Helen-Ann laughed and took Rhonda's hand, "Inspection time. They
both bent over and stayed that way until every girl had looked at their
sore asses. "Mom got it from a friend and I went to a Professional. You
can look at my sore asshole later, but don't miss the marks on my tits and pussy.

 Another girl piped up, "Jesus, Helen-Ann, you got whipped
everywhere. There is even a mark on your face."

 Helen-Ann nodded, "The girl was very good with the bull whip, but
I think the lash on my face was an accident, when she did my back, or maybe
it was my tits." Hey, lets go swim."

 Helen-Ann was sore, but got in some exercise. So did her mom, who
was soon chatting with the girls. Miss Hunt spoke to Helen-Ann, "I have
seen your well spanked ass before, as well as Jenny's and Dox's, but you
look like you were hit all over. Your mom seems to have a sore ass, but
she wasn't spanked that badly."

 "No, Miss Hunt. A girlfriend did mom, but I decided to try a real
Professional Dominant last night. I've never gone to a Pro before, and she
was very good. I even have a sore asshole, which I'll show you." She
turned, held open her ass cheeks and bent over."

 Miss Hunt shook her head, "I don't understand why any of the three
of you do this. I can understand you getting spanked for being naughty, but
It seems that all three of you actually _like_ to be spanked."

 Helen-Ann shook her head, "I can't explain why we turn on to pain.
In many cases it is sexual, but my pussy is so sore I can't even play with
myself, but I bet I will as soon as I can. I know that both Dox and Jenny
like to play after a good one. Mom and our friend did each other last night."

 Miss Hunt seemed to have lost her voice, "Er, ah, she and her friend did what?"

 "They used their hands and tongue, Miss Hunt. Sometimes I lick mom
and she does me back. We have pleasure, are hurting no one, and see nothing
wrong with it. When we spank each other we hurt the other and get hurt
back, but it is purely consensual."

 Miss Hunt shook her head, "I think I need a good course in human sexuality."

 Helen-Ann nodded, "It's too bad that sex ed in school is just a
biology class. They leave out the fun parts, and if you are bi-sexual,
like Jenny, mom, myself and many friends, there _are_ no classes."

 She went back to swimming. Later they showered. Helen-Ann was
approached by three friends, "Er, Helen-Ann, would you mind showing off
your rear end again. I mean, your, ah, private part."

 Helen-Ann answered, "Sure. I should charge, you know. Mistress Zee
got $200 to beat the shit out of me." She leaned down and held open her
ass cheeks. "You are welcome to fell my rear, including the asshole, if you
want to. Just be gentle, I'm still very sore. My ass will feel hot and I
don't know what the asshole will feel like, I've never felt it on Jenny."

 One girl was bolder than the others and put her hand on Helen-Ann's
ass cheeks. She hesitated, then felt into her crack. Finally her touch
reached the rosebud. "I can't see who it is, but I like that. Come on, I'm
perfectly clean back there and how often do you get a chance to feel a
whipped asshole?" Soon other hands were on her back door. This seemed to
propagate throughout the room, and everyone had to touch her down there.

 Rhonda spoke up, "Does anyone have a paddle in their locker? You
would take a couple on your cheeks, wouldn't you, Helen-Ann? Just for a demo."

 One girl hollered, "I know where they are kept. I'll be right
back." She was back soon, but it was no ping-pong paddle. Rather it was a
heavy table tennis paddle.

 Helen-Ann shook her head, "Go ahead mom, but two or three of you
be ready to catch me." She bent down and held her ankles.

 SPLAT! SCREAM!
 Helen-Ann fell forward, but was caught by several other girls.
 Rhonda spoke, "One more, honey?" Her daughter nodded and got in position.
 SPLAT! SCREAM!

 She fell again. This time she was weak kneed but held by one girl.
She was surprised when the  girl held her close and kissed her on the lips.
She kissed back and embraced the girl, Christine. They were panting when
they broke up. Helen-Ann said, "I didn't know, Chris. Would you come to the house some time?"

 Chris smiled, "Should I wear a loose skirt, no panties and bring a
pillow, like I did at Jenny's Granddad's place for the stropping? Actually,
I got it from Roycee, which they say was worse. Well, you took it from both
of them, and I think you said that."

 Helen-Ann smiled, "Why, of course, Chris. I'll give you a card. It
has my private number and the house number. Be prepared to stay overnight,
if it's a weekend. You can get your ass warmed the next morning too. As far
as Roycee is concerned, she is the only person to hurt me more than the Pro
I went to last night."

 Rhonda and Helen-Ann dressed and left. Rhonda asked, "You found
another kinky girl, it looks like.

 "Mom, there are a lot of us, and I include you. The problem is
that many won't admit it, even to their husband or wife. So when do you
want to get beat up? I guess not right off, with dad coming back tomorrow."

 Rhonda shook her head, "Ross called earlier today. I forgot to tell
you. He is stuck in Rome, or was it Paris? Whatever, his business got
extended, so he has meetings through at least Tuesday. If I could get beat
up tonight, I'd at least be walking straight by the time he gets back.
Besides, let's do it before I chicken."

 "OK, mom. Oh, am I going to have fun watching! I'll call as soon as
I get back. I can drive now, so stop and I'll pick up the Merc."

 Helen-Ann called as soon as they got home, "May I help you?" was
what she heard on the line.

 "I hope so, this is Elena. I talked mom, well actually she is my
step-mom, into having a session with you. Dad is still away so she'd like
it tonight, if you have the time. I'm still recovering, but I can drive
her. I picked up my Merc at the hotel."

 "Well, hi Elena. Is that a Mercedes? We have a locked and alarmed parking area."

 "Year, my jalopy is a Mercedes. Mistress, I am the daughter of Ross
Sargent. We aren't exactly broke."

 "Not when your dad is worth over a billion. Is 8 PM OK for your
mom? I've got a 6 PM and I know the guy. It will take me a good hour and
some to satisfy him, and he will be having trouble walking too."

 "That's fine Mistress. I'll buzz you at 8 and you or your slave
can show us where to park the Merc."

 Rhonda was getting more amd more nervous as they approached the old
warehouse. "Oh, shit but I'm scared. I saw what she did to you. Were you scared too?"

 "Yeah, I was mom. I'd never been to a Pro before either. Besides,
I knew I was looking for a severe session. Mistress Zee is real nice, but
real vicious with the whip." She pulled in and buzzed the intercom. Soon
they had the car parked and were coming in from the back.

 Helen-Ann introduced the two girls. Ms. Zee embraced Elena and her
mom warmly, "I see you can walk today, Elena. I must be slipping." She
laughed. "Rhonda, take a seat. Elena, you may have a pillow for yours." Now
I need to know what your spanking experience is Rhonda."

 Rhonda explained briefly. Ms. Zee said, "You are much less
experienced than Elena, particularly when it comes to heavy scenes. I'd
recommend we just put you in inverted suspension, do your ass real well,
then we can ask if you can take it on your back and front."

 Rhona replied, "OK, but I hope I can take as much as Helen-Ann got
last night, or close to it. Is your nickname 'Elena', honey?"

 "Yeah, mom, one of them. I go with a Mexican guy sometimes, and
his family can't handle my name. Let's get to your ass, mom."

 Soon Rhonda stripped and they had her hanging from the ceiling upside-down.

 ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
 ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
 ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!

 Ms. Zee stopped briefly, "Rhonda, would you like it if I finished
up your ass, but Elena worked on your front?"

 Rhonda nodded. She was already beyond coherent speech. Elena picked
up a cat, similar to theirs. She slipped a mask on Rhonda for eye protection.

 ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
 On her ass.
 SPLAT! EEEEEEEOUCH!
 On her tits.
 ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
 On her ass.
 SPLAT! EEEEEEEOUCH!
 On her tits.
 Ms. Zee moved to her back.
 ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
 Elena still worked on her tits.
 SPLAT! EEEEEEEOUCH!
 A good tit shot.
 Splat! EEEEEEEOUCH! NOOOOOOO!
 Elena hit her pussy.

 Between the two, they reduced Rhonda to raw meat. Ms. Zee did her
tits and pussy with the bull whip, and Elena moved to her ass and back with
the cat. They didn't miss her thighs, either. Rhonda finally moaned and fainted.

 They took her down and laid her on the bed in the next room. After
about ten minutes she awoke and shook her head, pointing to her rear. She
muttered something, but it was not intelligible. Finally, she got both
hands behind her and pulled apart her ass cheeks. "Look, Mistress, she
wants her asshole whipped."

 They helped her back to the dungeon, and tied her over a padded
bench. The slave girl held her crack open, and.....

 ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!  NOOOOOOOO!
 ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!  NOOOOOOOO!

 Elena got into the act with the cane too. Rhonda must have taken
about twenty on her rosebud, and vacinity, when she moaned again and
fainted once more.

 Elena spoke, "I think that mild little session is probably enough
for mom, until she comes back again." She laughed.

 It was some time before Rhonda was conscious and even later when
she could talk. She nodded when asked if she had enough. They dressed her,
got her in the wheelchair and into the car.

 Ms. Zee spoke, "Elena, you like to be spanked. Would you be willing
to get it from a strange man, as long as I was there?"

 Helen-Ann rubbed her ass, "Whee, that might be very interesting.
I just have one request, if it isn't enough, will you finish me up?"

 Ms. Zee laughed, "Sure honey." She kissed Helen-Ann on the lips and
quickly this turned into a passionate embrace. They finally parted, "I was
wondering if you were bi, and I can tell you are."

 Helen-Ann got into the car, "We both are, Mistress, and I'd love to
play some time. I'd need some notice on the spanking, since I play with mom
and some friends. Then dad does my ass whenever I ask him to, so I want to
be able to take a good one from your client."

 "Sure honey, I have a few regular clients who are strictly tops.
Penny usually acts as my bottom, and I have been known to let a few clients
I know real well, do me too. Penny has a boyfriend now, and she is off
about half the time. Besides, you are very young and very beautiful, which my clients like."

 Helen-Ann had a hellova time getting Rhonda to walk. Finally she
gave up, let Rhonda lay on her side on the grass and got Betsy. "Honey,
last night I got beat up by a Pro and mom got it tonight. You are welcome
to look, but we need to get Rhonda to her room first and her legs aren't
working any better than mine were last night, but we had a cab driver to
help. I can't even get her into the house."

 Betsy laughed, "We aren't good enough for you two anymore. Sure,
lets get her to the bedroom."

 Between the two of them they got the staggering Rhonda to her bed.
When they removed her clothes Betsy said, "Pro is right! That's a beating,
not a spanking. Did you look as bad?"

 Helen-Ann quickly stripped, "I may look worse than Rhonda, because
a lot of the whip marks are badly discolored. She will be tomorrow, too."

 Rhonda found her voice, "T-that was terrible. I fainted twice. Look
in my crack." She moaned as she turned over and the bedclothes rubbed her
damaged tits. She tried to hold herself open for inspection, finally Betsy helped her.

 Betsy clucked over the marks, "Real heavy duty beating."
 Helen-Ann got the pills and gave one each to Rhonda, "Watch her
tomorrow, please, but she should sleep until about noon."

Jenny 02

'Who's out this week?' called Miss Hunt, coming into the locker room.
'Anderson, still in that cast; Rogers and Schwartz, colds-- and what about
you, Jenny?'

'I've got my period.'  Miss Hunt rolled her eyes.  We were not encouraged
to skip gym because of menstruation. I went up to her. 'It's really
heavy,' she said in a low voice. 'Oh, all right,' she said. 'But no
library pass. You can sit on the bench and watch.'
I took off my shoes and walked throught the foot-bath. The swimming
instructor was Mrs. O'Connor, a large cheerful woman who had been known to
smack a few wet bottoms as a joke or in mild reproof. 'All right,
juniors,' she yelled, and a dozen bodies hit the surface of the water. A
minute later I saw Miss Hunt standing in the door to the locker room,
looking at me.  She raised a finger and beckoned me over. 'Look, Jenny,'
she said. 'I want to show you something.'  I followed her into her office.
She pointed to her desk, where a class record-book lay open.'What do you
make of this?'  She put her fingers on a date in March: six weeks ago.
'Jenny Evans out: mp,' she read out loud.  This tells me you were out then
for your period too. Tell me: are your periods very irregular?' I thought
for a moment.  Thar wasn't my period either, of course: I never took time
out for an actual period. That must have been the time that Ellen took me
over her knee and spanked me so hard that my bottom and thighs were
bruised all over. I must have hesitated too long, because Miss Hunt said,
'Jenny, if you are not being truthful with me, I will have to take that
very seriously.'  I looked at Miss Hunt.  She was young, and very cool for
a gym teacher, we all thought: she kept her long black hair in a French
braid and wore the same type of unisex athletic clothes that we liked. Yet
I knew that she was fully capable or sending me to the Disciplinary Board:
everyone held the school's Honor Code in something like awe, and lying to
a teacher was at the top of the list of sins.
I have never been able to lie well-- one of the reasons why my bottom was
constantly at the mercy of Ellen's switches, slippers and straps. 'Okay,'
I told Miss Hunt. Report me.  I _was_ lying.'  I turned to walk out.
'Wait a minute, Jenny,' she said quickly, then added: 'I don't understand
this.  You're an athletic girl.  You like gym.  Why would you lie to get
out of it?'

I turned back to her.  A truthful but euphemistic answer came to me. 'I
have sores.  A... a skin condition.  On my body.  It's embarrassing.'

'Have you been yo a doctor for it?'

'Well, no.'  I was not going to risk any further lying. 'But I know it's
just something chronic.  Recurring.'  I produced this technical-sounding
language with some pride.

'This won't do at all, said Miss Hunt. You'll have to see a doctor.  And
bring me a note to prove you've done so.'  She was about to wave me off,
but she stopped.  She must have seen a look of dismay on my face. She
seemed ready to become really angry.  Desperately I blurted out: 'Look,
Miss Hunt, I'll _show_ you.' Her eyes widened for a moment but she nodded.
 I turned around and lifted my dress.

'Oh, my god, Jenny.  Who did this to you?'

'My stepmother, Ellen.'

'Good God. What had you done?'

I dropped my skirt and answered, 'I came home late on Saturday night.  I
let Ellen do it, actually.  I could complain to my father, but spankings
to other things, like grounding or taking away my allowance.'

'That's not what I'd call "spanking,"' said Miss Hunt. 'It looks more like
you've been whipped... flogged.'

'It looks worse than it is,' I said. 'She uses a bunch of little switches
and they make these bright red marks, but they don't really cut the skin.'

MIss Hunt sat down in her desk chair and swivelled around to face me.
'Come here,' she said, 'and let me look again.' I walked over, turned
around and lifted my dress. 'May I?' she asked, and I said 'Yes,' although
I wasn't sure what she was going to do. With both hands she grabben hold
of my panties and tugged them down by the waistband. As she pulled them to
my knees I shivered and felt my bottom cheeks tense: that reaction again.
I jumped a little as I felt her finger on my bottom, tracing one of the
lines left by the whipping.

'I don't know,' she murmured as if musing to herfelf. 'This looks pretty
bad.  Does it hurt a lot?'

'It's not so bad.  I mean, it's not wonderful?'

'Here, I'll give you something for it.'  Miss Hunt got up and walked over
to the first-aid cabinet on the opposite wall. She rummaged inside for a
few minutes before coming up with a small jar. 'Zinc oxide,  Do you think
this will help?'  All I knew about Zinc oxide was that lifeguards put it
on their noses. But as long as Miss Hunt was in a kind mood I was going to
jolly her along at any cost. 'I'm sure it won't do any harm,' I said.  I
expected her to give me the jar and send me out to the locker room, so it
came as a huge surprise when she sat back down in her chair, still holding
the jar, and said, 'Over here.  I'll out it on for you.'  My panties were
still down; she had never given me permission to pull them up. I lifted my
skirt again and presented her with my bare bottom.

'This is awkward,' she said. 'Why don't you lean over the desk.  Or
better, get across my lap.'

Bending over Miss Hunt's knee felt much different than bending over
Ellen's.  When Ellen took me over her lap I felt a certain amount of
physical fear, but also the more or less reassuring certainty that I was
about to be punished in a measures, predictable way, and that I would be
forgiven and comforted afterwards. With Miss Hunt it was more like the
feeling I had when Mark Stone, an older boy, walked me home and surprised
me by putting his arms around me and kissing me. It was a slight shock of
unexpected physical intimacy with a person I found intimidating.  I
concentrated on keeping my thighs together so that Miss Hunt would not see
more than was necessary. But the very effort made me feel odd.  It was
like that thing about trying not to think of a polar bear in a snowstorm.
I felt afraid that I would react the way I had when Mark kissed me, and
that I would leave a wet spot on Miss Hunt's lap. Fearing things like that
makes them happen (it's like sneezing, or the hiccups.)  I don't know
whether Miss Hunt noticed or not, at least before she took the initiative
herself.  'Jenny, dear,' she said tenderly, sliding a couple of fingers
past my bottom cheeksand into my warm moist area.  'You sweet girl' I
arched my back a little to let her continue if she wanted to, but she did
not; she just stood me up and gave me a little hug.  I pulled up my
panties. Between the greasy lotion and my own dampness it was quite wet in
there, and I realized I would have even more trouble sitting for the rest
of the day.

Synopsis: Nobody likes been spanked more than these girls do. They love spanking with no boundary. Come and get some swollen asses!
Jenny
Jenny 01

'Bend over the bed and hug your pillow,' said my stepmother Ellen. 'Bare
bottom.'I raised my skirt and pulled down my panties while she stood there
impatiently, flexing the bundle of thin switches which she had made me
collect from the woods behind the house and tie up with strings to
resemble an old-fashioned birch rod. It was no use putting up a struggle.
Besides, I knew I deserved to be punished for coming home late the night
before without calling.
I lay across my bed, my feet on the floor, and took a pillow from the
headboard.  Ellen moved around to my side and I buried my face in the
pillow. 'Swish... crack!' went the thin branches as they swept through the
air and landed on my backside. In hopes of reducing the sting I tried to
keep my bottom cheeks relaxed, but they tensed involuntarily from fear and
embarrassment. After a dozen or so strokes, Ellen sat down beside meand
rubbed my shoulder.  'That's a good girl,' she said.  'Now fix your
clothes.'  I pulled up my panties but remained on the bed, rubbing the
sorest spots on my bottom. I was unable to face my father and brothers,
who were hanging around downstairs digesting Sunday dinner.  I hoped that
I would not be too uncomfortable sitting through my classes the next day.
Suddenly I thought of something. Getting up, I opened my closet.  There
was a full-sized mirror on the inside of the door. With my back to the
mirror I lifted my skirt and peered back over my shoulder. I tugged at the
bottoms of my panties with one hand, pulling them down, then letting them
find their natural position again.  It didn't matter what I did: the
network of fine red lines was clearly visible not only on my lower fanny
but also on the tops of my thighs.  I would have to skip gym class for a
while, especially since our current activity was swimming.