Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2010 21:46:37 EDT
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: JENNY Spankings 06

JENNY Spankings 06
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"Sure honey. I can't quote exactly what your gramps said  about the manure
pile, but I'm enjoying myself."
Jenny closed her eyes, "He said `Jenny, I haven't enjoyed  myself so much
since my nephew fell into the manure pile.'"
It took longer to `beat the manure' out of fifteen girls,  but it was
completed with a great deal of noise. Ellen had arrived home and  watched two
girls get it. She rubbed her own ass, waved to Jenny and left.  They all
trooped to the living room  again. It was quite a crowd. Jenny said, "So far, no
one has indicated that they  want to come back later to give me mine, but
all of you, except Liv, signed the  paper before your asshole got busted. Just
give me a show of hands, to give me  an idea of how we stand, but before
that let me show you something." She turned  and flipped up her skirt. The
damage of the last week was still very much in  evidence.
"I'm not complaining. I asked for it, but I really don't  think I can take
thirty five more today. I'm going to ask about half of you to  come back
when my ass is in better shape. Now a show of hands; remember, you  have three
choices, one on my ass today, two next week if you come in a group,  or
four if you come alone."
"How many just have to give it to me today?" About six  girls raised their
hands.  "OK, that  I can take easily. The rest please get your busted rears
the hell out of here  and call me, or see me next week at school. Hey, if
no more than, let me  think.....three of you show up at once, the offer of
four is still open. I know  I can take twelve with no great trouble. That is
what mom gives me. I'd like to  congratulate all of you. Roycee is a weight
lifter and firefighter. She is a  powerful girl and anyone who can take six
on the asshole from her should be very  proud of themselves. Would the girls
who want to spank me today please come  upstairs? Jill, be sure you check
them off the  list."
When they got to Jenny's room there were seven. Jenny  spoke, "I didn't
want to say it downstairs, but I can handle fourteen today. You  each get to
give me two. Where is mom? She is supposed to referee and make sure  you hit
me hard enough. Jill, will you get her while I undress and get tied  down?"
Ellen was there by the time Jenny was ready. The first  girl gave Jenny
two, she grunted at the first one and screamed at the second  one. "Hey, you
are OK. That second one was right on."
The next girl was wimpy, and it took Ellen about six  strokes to just get
one small grunt out of Jenny. Finally Ellen said, "Beat her  ass, for God
sakes, that's what it is staring at you for and why you are here."
Finally the girl got the idea and the next two were  screamers.  The
remainder were OK.  Nothing real wimpy or extra strength. Ellen approved, and her
ass was done for  the day; `only' fourteen good ones, plus the two she woke
up  with..
Jenny took it easy on the bed for a while, then dressed  in the old shorts
and went to the kitchen to sit on her pillow and rap with mom  and Roycee.
Ellen said, "Fourteen is just routine now, huh kiddo?  I'll have to
remember that the next time you are naughty, or happen to  want an extended
wake-up call."
Jenny had been thinking about this herself, and had been  afraid mom was
going to recall the twenty four she had taken, plus the residuals  from her
other spankings this week. Then she had taken over a dozen today. She  shook
her head, "Mom, let me be perfectly honest with you. The worst one I got  was
from Roycee on Thursday morning, but that included both the cane and the
switch. Besides, you know damn well she is `super-woman'. Oh, and I got two
extras on my ass and one extra on the asshole as well. I'm sure you recall
those  three! Oh, what do you call that dance you were doing?"
Ellen interjected, "The Hot Asshole Polka!"
Jenny continued, "I think you are right, mom, as  reluctant as I am to
suggest it. If I am really naughty, I deserve to be really  punished, and
severely. Maybe twenty as a minimum? If I wreck the car, or set  the house on
fire, make it forty every day for a month. I think the punishment  ought to fit
the crime. Have a minimum, but if the crime is worse, so is the  spanking.
Maybe not the quantity, there is just so much my ass can take at one  time,
but the number of times it is repeated."
Jenny shrugged, "I don't know mom. I agree that a dozen  simply isn't
enough, but I think we ought to kick this around. I'll toss out  twenty minimum
from you, not `super-woman'. What do you think Roycee?"
"Well, honey, I have a cast-iron ass, as I think I  mentioned before.
Twenty wouldn't  be much of a punishment for me, but you have a more `normal'
ass than I have.  Hum..... I'll vote twenty five for a minor infraction, like
staying out late  without a good reason, or permission. If you are caught
smoking, I'd vote twenty  five a day for a solid week, and make it a month if
you can't  quit."
Ellen thought this over, "So you get twenty five for a  minor infraction,
and that is once only. If it is more severe you get twenty  five for more
than one day, depending on what you did wrong. Or it might be  twenty five
early in the morning and a second twenty five after school. Are you  willing to
buy that, honey, is that fair?"
Jenny laughed, "Like you said the other day, who is tied  up?"
Ellen embraced Jenny, "Darling, I want your punishment to  be consensual.
By that, I mean that  you are the one tied up, yes, but that we both agree
that you deserve the  spanking and the severity."
Jenny hugged her mom. "That's a deal mom. Twenty five it  is, `repeated as
required', like it says on the pill bottle. Wow, I could end up  sitting on
a pillow for a month. Look, I won't argue the number of lashes or the
number of times you decide to repeat the spanking; I know you are  fair."
Ellen smiled, "Let's hope you are a perfect angel."
Jenny pretended to be wearing a halo. "May I change the  subject? I am
tired of talking about my ass. Is it OK if Jill comes shopping  with us tomorrow
morning? She is a bit shy to go in the Leather Shop by herself.  I can go
in with her, but we'll be going there anyway."
Ellen said, "Sure, as long as her mom knows she will be  out. I see no
reason to explain to her mom exactly what stops we plan to make."
"Swell, mom. I'll call her and confirm. We'll leave about  what, 9 AM?"
"Yeah, right around that  time."
"Now this is sort-of a touchy question, mom; do you  search my room?"
"Shit no. I might go in to retrieve my hand lotion that  you took from me
and didn't return, but I figure your room is your business.  Does Jill's mom
do that?"
"About once a week. She leaves things in different  places, so she is
apparently not trying to hide the fact. Would it be OK for  Jill to leave a, er,
personal item in my room?"
Ellen smiled, "Twenty questions again. What the  fuck is this personal item?
" "Ah, well mom, you are very close. It would  be a dildo. She said she
would buy it with her own money, but if she took it  home she would loose it
and get a spanking besides. I am afraid she would have  to use it here too.
She has no privacy."
Ellen laughed, "Sure honey, and I hope she will have many  happy hours
having cum after cum! Just be sure to keep hers and yours separated.  I don't
think either of you have any sexually transmitted diseases, but all us  gals
have certain bacteria living in our front holes, and back ones for that
matter. Mixing them between people can cause problems."
Jenny screeched and jumped up, "_MOM_, you just got  through telling us you
don't search my room."
Ellen laughed, "This happened some time ago, but you had  been apparently
enjoying your nice big dildo so much that you left it on the  night stand.
You also were in such  a hurry to get it out of the drawer that you had left
your the drawer hanging  open so far I was afraid it would fall on the
floor. I cleaned off the dildo,  admired it, and put it back in the drawer, which
I closed. I bet you didn't even  know I had been in the room, unless you
were wondering how my hairbrush got back  in my room? Funny how some of my
things seem to walk down the hall to your room,  and forget how to get back."
Ellen continued, "Now I just happened to see a smaller  one, that I figured
you used in the back door, and a lovely set of nipple clips.  I have to
confess that I tried them on my very own tits and they had a very nice  `ouch'
to them. I even forced myself to wear them for an hour. The `ouch' after
that was a real big one. I bought a dildo and nipple clips like yours on the
 next trip I made to the capitol. That was before we had a leather shop
here, or  at least way before you told me about it."
Jenny felt guilty at what she had said and thought. She  hugged her mom, "
Please accept my apologies, mom. I didn't even know I'd left it  out, you
did such a good job of putting it back where it belonged. Would you  like to
give me twenty five lashes, right now? I deserve them for the things I  was
thinking."
Ellen hugged Jenny, "Yes, but no. Honey, I'd love  to give you twenty five
right now, but I won't. The way I told you the story led  you to believe I
wasn't truthful with you. Hey, if your ass was in better shape,  I'd take
you up on your very generous offer."
Jenny shook her head, "Mom, I was thinking bad things  about you, and I
should know you better than that by now. Twenty five tomorrow?"  Ellen smiled, "
You still have twenty eight girls who are going to give you at  least two
each, and maybe four each. That might be over a hundred. When you ass  has
truly recovered I'll remind you about your offer, OK? I won't  forget."
Jenny replied, "I won't let you forget, mom. Let's do it  as a wake-up on
a gym day, just for the hell of it. Oh, one more question on a  slightly
different subject. May I get an enema bag?"
"Why do I think this doesn't have anything to do with  constipation, or a
desire to keep your hole smelling of violets? Sure honey, but  now I am
curious as hell."
Jenny responded, "Hey, I never thought of using a douche,  but they have a
syringe for that, right? I bet Derek would love violets."
Ellen laughed, "That reminds me. I bought a package of a  dozen condoms the
other day. When your ass recovers from all it is owed already,  you are
going to have your almost-lover give you twenty five, right? No wimpy  dozen
for my Jenny any more; twenty five, hear me? And don't think I am not  going
to make him aware of what your new level of performance is in the spanking
department. Anyway, as I make my exit, he gets the whole package with my
suggestion that he doesn't have to use the dozen that first  day."
Jenny squealed, "You are going to let us fuck! Oh, thank  you mom, thank
you. We will be very careful. Does this mean that he can sleep  over some
nights, if he can find an excuse that will satisfy his parents?"
"Yes, your dad and I discussed the matter and we decided  we rather have
you and Derek safe in your bed, than off in the woods, or the  backseat, like
my first one, which was not very comfortable, by the way. Honey,  you
decided you wanted to sleep in bondage. Now it appears that's in conflict  with
having Derek sleep with you, not that I am deluding myself that you two are
going to get much sleep; well, not at first anyway. Your bed is a single. Do
you  now need a queen sized bed? I don't think a king sized one will fit
your room,  and while I think we can afford a new bed, we stop short of buying
a new house  to accommodate your teenage hormones."
Jenny thought about this, "It would be nice to  have a bigger bed if I am
going to sleep with company, and I do want to  continue to sleep in bondage.
We don't have to get it today, but a queen size  bed would be real nice. We'
ll just have to be sure that we can hook the chain to  the frame, like we
do now."
Ellen laughed, "Lord help me, now I've got to help buy a  bed for my kinky
daughter and be sure it will be suitable for bondage."
Roycee had been quietly listening, smiling and nodding  occasionally. Now
she joined the conversation, "I have had some experience, in  my kinky life,
setting up beds for bondage. If you want, I'll be glad to help. A  small
drill hole is all it usually takes to fasten a chain. We can even measure  the
present bed and the distance between Jenny's arms and legs.  That is what
she is used to and, unless  she wants to change, we can modify her new bed to
take chain at the same places.  Well, that's not quite true.  The  queen
sized bed is probably longer, as well as wider. That just means the chain
supports are a bit further apart so her arms and legs are the same angle they
are now."
Jenny replied, "Thanks a million Roycee, that solves that  problem, as long
as we can get the bed delivered while you are here."
Ellen said, "That shouldn't be a problem, but we never  did really finish
our talk on enema bags. As you may or may not be aware, they  come with two
tips. The small one is supposed to be for enemas and the large one  for a
douche. Now, as any enema lover will tell you, the small one is so wimpy  as
to be ridiculous, except for young children. You can take your water, but it
doesn't feel like you have anything inside you. The large one works OK as
an  enema tip, but they shouldn't be used in both holes."
"As I said before, don't share dildos and don't share  enema tips, even
between your own holes. There are bacteria living in the back  hole that are
capable of giving you a nasty infection in your front hole. That  much I
think they even teach in sex ed."
"What I recommend is two completely different bags, both  with long tips,
but of different construction or color. Some brands come in the  same model,
but different colors. I have seen black and red, for example, but  we'll see
what is available. As a minimum, we can chain a tag to both of them,  like `
D' for one and `E' for the other. If you really get into taking  large
enemas, there are at least two mail order specialty shops that offer bags  with
balloon retention collars and a capacity of four quarts. A regular bag is
two quarts."
Jenny was taking this all in, "Mom, I'll bet you  like to take big enemas,
maybe four quarts?"
Ellen laughed and rubbed her tummy, "I love to, honey. I  fill up with four
quarts of soapsuds and your dad fucks my ass off. I have a big  plug in my
ass to help me from loosing water, but when I have my cum I usually  loose
some anyway. I use an absorbent pad like we are going to get for your bed
tomorrow. It really makes me hot to have all that water inside. The soapsuds
make me cramp, but with your dad inside me, it just adds to the  fun."
"I know you and Jill are going to experiment, so tell her  to get another
bag that she can leave here. That nosy mom of her's would  probably notice if
she was taking the bag to our place a lot. You can mark her's  so only she
uses it, if it is the same brand as yours. Now, the new subject is  your
pussy. I know Derek is going to eat you, and it is nice to keep yourself
smelling good, especially down there. Your second bag should be for that. You  don
't want to douche all the time, but you ought to before sex, er, sorry, you
 are going to `make love', right kiddo?"
Jenny smiled, "I suspect the first few times we are going  to fuck like
bunnies, but we do care a lot for one another, so I'll tell you  that we will `
make love', at least once we are somewhat used to doing it. I've  said
this before, and I'll say it again; I don't understand why they don't have  a
real sex ed class in school. All they give you is a biology class.  You have
to learn how to do it on your  own, or talking to friends who may not know
what they are talking about. From  what I hear from my friends, most parents
never even discuss sex at home, and  some of them don't seem to know much
themselves."
Ellen replied, "Hey, I couldn't agree with you more. For  example, have
you ever thought that you have three places a dick will fit? Have  Derek try
your backdoor some time. Just be sure to use a condom; sperm  can leak and
get into the other hole. Not very likely, but I think you  two would rather
have a baby when you are ready for it. Also, change to a new  condom if he has
been in the back door and wants to try the front one. That  avoids
infection, just like using a different bag for each hole. As far as I  know, he can
enter your front end with a condom on, then enter your back end  with the
same condom. It is the other way around that might cause  problems."
Jenny was startled, "His dick up my ass? It would never  fit, mom!" Both
Roycee and Ellen smiled. Roycee answered, "Honey, a small fist  will fit up
there with a little practice. That is another kink I am into and I  have had
fists up my ass and had my fist up somebody else's. It is real  arousing,
but you have to know exactly what you are doing or you will hurt your
partner. Look, let me buy you a nice big butt plug tomorrow. You will swear it
will never fit, but I'll have you taking it by the time I leave.  That OK with
you  Ellen?"
Ellen was enthusiastic, "Wonderful, Roycee. It will save  me the time
trying to convince her that it really will fit. Besides, she  wants to get used
to it for her enema sessions and when Derek butt-fucks  her.  Jenny, some of
it is practice  expanding your rectal muscles, but a lot of it is just
learning to relax back  there. Your dad can slip into my backdoor as easily as he
can my front. God, my  panties are wet. Your dad is going to catch hell
tonight. Actually, my ass is  going to catch hell first."
Jenny heard screams from down the hall that evening, then  moans and more
screams, but these were of pleasure. Ellen's prediction had come  true.
Ellen tied Jenny to the bed for the last time, if the  timed lock was still
available at the `toy store'. She let her sleep until 8 AM,  since it was
Saturday. Then BAM, BAM, ouch! ouch!
Jill arrived about 8:45 AM, and they all piled into the  family car a few
minutes later. Jenny squirmed a bit, having left the pillow at  home. The
Leather Shop was their first stop. Jill had to see everything. She was  open
mouthed at the collection. "My God, Jenny, there is stuff here I've only
read about and some I've never even heard about. Your cane came from  here?"
Jenny laughed, "Yeah, and the cuffs too. Today we want  this gizmo." She
indicated a box with a clock in it. It had two electrical  cords, one going
to a rectangular ring some three inches long and about an inch  and a half in
width. One side was solid and the other open, but a round object  could
complete the connection and it would be a closed ring. This object was  about
an inch in diameter and two inches long. It had the second electrical  cable
leading to it.
Jenny demonstrated the box, "Look how I can move this  round thing so it
clicks into the ring." She proceeded to do it with one hand.  "Now it is
locked and won't come apart until the time set into the timer. The  red button
is an emergency release, but I won't be able to reach that." She  pushed the
button and the round locking mechanism sprung back to reveal about a  half
inch gap. "My chain is terminated in round rings, which are largely for
looks, but I can easily place the chain on the bed next to my head and click
this lock over the big rings in the cuffs. If it tends to fall on the floor,
that one ring can have a safety pin in it. You've been in bondage in the
same  bed, but you may not have taken a good look at the  hardware."
Jill laughed, "I was too concerned with my ass to notice,  but I see what
you mean. So you plan to finish the bondage yourself so your mom  doesn't
have to do it every night." She played with the lock and found it easy  to work
with one hand. She pushed the red button and the lock opened.
Jenny continued, "Notice the red and green LED's. The  green one is on
now, but if I unplug the box the red one comes on." She snapped  the lock
closed. "Notice when I push the button, the lock still opens. That is  the
battery back-up feature, which shouldn't matter to me, but suppose you lived
alone and were playing with self-bondage without a back-up. You loose power and
the timer stops wherever it was at that time."
"This way it keeps running. The release solenoid runs on  six volts, and
the back-up batteries are four standard `D' cells for a  flashlight. If the
batteries get weak the red LED comes on, even if the box is  plugged in.
Guess what? I read the  book, which has all kinds of disclaimers and warnings
about  self-bondage."
Roycee shouted, "Look at these. Just right." She had  found two large
butt-plugs. They tapered way down after the big section. It was  obvious that
the asshole was supposed to grip the section that was smallest, and  hold the
plug where it would be most effective.
Jenny and Jill both looked at the big plugs in horror.  Jenny said, "It won'
t fit." Jill just looked at the objects with a hand over her  mouth,
shaking her head.
Roycee laughed, "Sure it will. When we have some time,  the first thing I'
ll do is slip one up my own ass. You'll see how it opens up  and with some
practice you can do the same thing. Now you shouldn't use a  butt-plug
belonging to somebody else, but I'll pick up a bottle of Isopropyl  Alcohol, 90%
strength, at the drug store where we plan to get the bags and other  stuff. I
am very careful when I play with other people, but we won't take any
chances. Now we need `J-Lube'; it is a must to help that thing in. K-Y jelly can
 be used with an educated asshole, but you two will need more  help."
Jenny introduced Roycee to Linda, the manager, "The eel?  A great pleasure
Roycee. I've seen you swim, when you were competing. I was a  few years
ahead of you in high school, but everybody knew you."
Roycee was a bit embarrassed, "Yeah, I used to swim;  still do, but I don'
t compete. Hey, I'm going to help these two kids to take  these plugs and I
need some J-Lube. Do you have any? Oh, and would you tell  these two that
these plugs will fit, with some practice."
Linda replied, "How many pounds do you want? And sure, I  can take a plug
that size myself. It just takes some practice, but we also have  some cream
that you put on about twenty minutes before the insertion. I numbs  the
asshole, and helps it to relax. I used it at first, but now I don't need it.  K-Y
is sufficient, which we don't have since every drugstore in town has  it."
They settled for a sixteen ounce jar of the J-Lube  powder, and got the
rest of the things. They helped Jill pick out a dildo, which  looked a lot like
the one Jenny owned, but was black. This amused Roycee,  "Honey, you're
gonna have yourself a lot of fun with that Nigger dildo."
Jill smiled, "Black or white, it's going up my pussy as  far as I can
shove it." They got three enema bags at the drug store, which were  all the same
color and brand. That was the best they could do. At least they  were good
quality. The drugstore also had the absorbent pads, adult diapers and  the
alcohol. At another store they found some brass letters. They even found
some with names on them, so they got two `Jenny' and one `Jill'.
Then they stopped at a furniture store and ordered a  queen sized bed for
Jenny. Roycee made sure the frame was adequate to take the  restraints.  They
got home about  11:30 and the phone was ringing. Jenny groaned, not a
customer for her  ass?
It was Helen-Ann, "Jenny, I just heard about the girls  that took six with
the cane on their assholes; was that true?"
Jenny replied, "Sure; we had thirty five, which really  surprised us. I
think quite a few wanted to leave, especially after the first  girl screamed up
a storm, but no one would chicken out. Hey, you are on for  today to get
the razor strop, correct? As a matter of fact, you are number  one."
"I sure hope so, I'll be at your place by 1 PM, but I was  hoping to get
six on my asshole too."
"Well, it is late now, but would after the stropping be  OK?"
"Yeah, as long as I can show them to dad this evening."
"You're really going to show him your bare ass tonight?"
"I sure am. I told him we needed a serious talk, and for  once he is
staying home tonight anyway. Do you think your granddad would give me  a second
session, after he is done? Oh, how many volunteers do we have,  anyway?"
"We have six officially, but I have an idea we will have  more; maybe lots
more. Look, Roycee is number five and she is a very powerful  girl. If
gramps gets tired, I'll ask her to take over."
Helen-Ann squealed, "Roycee, the eel? I swam against her  once and it was a
fiasco. I didn't know she was in town, let alone into  spankings. Come to
think of it, the girl that mentioned the asshole spankings  did say it was a
black girl giving the cane, with you holding their ass cheeks  apart."
"She must have been one of the thirty five, or she got an  awfully detailed
report, but that is correct, and I'll hold your ass cheeks  apart while you
scream you lungs out getting your asshole caned. We'll do it to  you right
after the stropping, but I'm not sure exactly when that will be."
"Like I said, dad is home all evening, so I'll catch him.  See you at
about one this afternoon."
They had lunch. Jenny's dad was home, and he got a good  laugh out of all
the latest with the spankings. He thought it was a riot that  Jenny was going
to stuff her back hole with a plug. When he saw it, he was  impressed.
About 12:30 cars started to arrive. Sue had her old VW  bus with at least
ten friends, Helen-Ann arrived alone in a Mercedes and the  street was full
of cars, old and new. Jenny rode with Helen-Ann, to lead the  pack. Roycee
and Jill were with them. They waited until about 1:10, then left.  Gramps
lived in the country, but most of the drive was freeway. They arrived  just
about 2 PM, which is what Jenny had told gramps.
Gramps heard all the cars arriving, so he was out in the  yard. They parked
away from the barn to leave room for an as-yet-unknown number  of sleeping
bags for the volunteers.
Jenny had all the girls group together so she could  introduce them as a
group. Hell, she didn't know the names of at least half of  them, and quite a
few were total strangers. Jenny figured they were  friends-of-friends, or
from the sorority, and she only knew Sally and Grace. It  looked like there
must be about fifty visitors.
She asked for quiet and introduced her granddad, "Girls,  I'd like you all
to meet my grandfather, Jake Knox. He is holding a razor strop  that some
of you are going to have a very intimate relationship with this  afternoon.
We have six known volunteers, but I see a lot of you are  wearing skirts,
which is a bit unusual for a Saturday, unless you expect to have  a swollen
ass later on. Also I have observed sleeping bags and backpacks. May I  have a
show of hands from those who are absolutely sure they are going to get  it.