Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2010 21:48:58 EDT
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: JENNY Spankings 07

JENNY Spankings 07
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Jenny counted eleven.
"OK, I have eleven. Now, how many think they may  volunteer, but are
undecided?"
She counted eighteen.
"OK, I have eighteen who are undecided. That is twenty  nine. I think that
is asking a lot of gramps, but we have Roycee here, who is  number five to
get one from gramps. You may recall `the eel' from last year's  swimming
team. She is a professional firefighter and amateur weight lifter. Then  my
grandmother is not unknown to the use of the strop, as my mom has told  me.
Sally is good with the cane, I  should know, so we will probably have enough
talent to take you all."
"The rules are simple. You take off all your clothes,  even your socks.
Gramps ties your  hands to a rope on that large post in the barn. Then you get
a rope holding your  feet behind the post. The pulley is tightened and you
are finally on your  tip-toes. You get a strap around the post and your
middle to keep you from  thrashing around. He gives you twelve with the strop,
whether you like it or  not. I want to make that plain; once he starts you
can scream `stop' all you  want, but nothing is going to happen except
another lash of the strop. You will  probably be weak kneed after the stropping,
and we will help you to your  sleeping bag, or blanket. Then the next girl
gets  hers."
"I have the following: Helen-Ann, who I see is already  nude, Sally, Nancy,
Jill, Roycee and Grace. I've seen all of you today except  Nancy, who I
spoke to on the phone, but never met." A tall pretty brunette waved  from the
crowd.Jenny continued, "OK, Nancy is here. The remaining twenty three can
decide among yourselves who goes next, if you want to get it at all. I warn
you  that twelve from the strop, from gramps, is an industrial strength
spanking.  I've had one and will get another, but not today. My ass is still
recovering  from this last week. Any questions? No? OK, get in place  Helen-Ann."
Helen-Ann walked to the post and gramps quickly had her  tied up.
Splat! EEOOWWWW!
Splat! EEOOWWWW!
Splat! EEOOWWWW!
Helen-Ann got her dozen and was crying buckets when Jenny  and Roycee
helped her to her sleeping bag. She was definitely weak kneed. Jenny  had her lay
on her tummy and put the pillow under her head. She said, "Oh, I  needed
that so much."
Sally, Nancy and Jill got theirs, then it was Roycee's  turn. She was
really magnificent, totally nude. Her breasts were ample with no  sag at all and
her nipples stuck out proudly. Flat tummy, and did she ever have  muscles.
Gramps had her in bondage and started the stropping.
Splat! Grunt!
Splat! Grunt!
Splat! Grunt!
That was all he got from her. When she was untied she  walked off unaided,
as if it had been nothing.
Grace had a high pitched scream, but took her dozen, and  needed help to
walk.  After that it  was hard to keep track. Jenny counted at least a dozen
when gramps admitted his  arm needed a rest. Roycee volunteered, and
Helen-Anne, who had recovered,  volunteered to get one from her, and tell the crew
how it  compared.
Splat! EEOOWWWW! She...
Splat! EEOOWWWW! is...
Splat! EEOOWWWW! worse...
Helen-Ann couldn't even walk after her second dozen, so  Jenny and Roycee
essentially carried her.
Jenny announced, "Helen-Ann said Roycee was worse than  gramps, so the rest
of the crew beware."
They still kept volunteering, although it took a couple  of helpers to get
them to their sleeping bags.
Gramps recover somewhat and between he and Roycee they  continued on. She
would spank a couple of girls, then gramps would do one. Jenny  lost track at
about thirty, and there were still a few more. Grandma came out  and
spanked a few. Sally tried her hand, but had never handled a strop. Roycee
finished the girl up who was so weak Roycee finally carried her to her sleeping
bag.
Finally it seemed that everyone had been satisfied. Many  had left after
the first ten or so. They had only come to look anyway. Finally  there were
only Jenny, Roycee, Helen-Ann and Jill left. They all thanked  gramps.
Helen-Ann spoke up, "I'm  going to show my ass to dad tonight. I want it to look
as bad as possible. Would  you give me one more dozen, Roycee, please?"
Soon she was tied down for the third time.
Splat! EEOOWWWW!
Splat! EEOOWWWW!
Splat! EEOOWWWW!
Somewhere around number ten she fainted, but Roycee gave  her the full
dozen she had asked for. Roycee said, "Poor little rich kid. She  relates love
with discipline and discipline with a spanking. Maybe she is right;  her dad
is more interested in his business than loving, disciplining or spanking
his daughter. I hope he learns something tonight. Let's put her in the back
seat. She is in no shape to drive. Let her lay on the sleeping bag. Jill, you
 stay with her and Jenny or I will drive. I've never driven a Mercedes.
Jenny,  let me drive to the rest stop, which is about half way home, and then
you take  over."
That worked out OK, giving both girls a chance to drive  the expensive car.
 Helen-Ann had  groaned a few times, but never moved or spoke. Soon Jenny
pulled up in front of  her house. "Jill, see if she is awake. She is totally
nude and I'm not sure what  to do with her if she is still out."
Helen-Ann finally decided to wake up, "Roycee, did I get  my last dozen?" "
Of course honey, you asked and I delivered. You sort-of left us  around
number nine or so, but I finished you off. Do you think you can get  dressed
with our help?"
"Oh, we are at Jenny's place and this thing may be  expensive, but it
still requires a driver. How was it?"
Roycee and Jenny both praised the car while they helped  Helen-Ann to
dress.  Helen-Ann said,  "Now all I need is to have my asshole warmed and I'll
be ready for  daddy."
Both Jenny and Roycee shook their heads. Jenny said,  "Helen-Ann, you are
in no shape for any more punishment today."
Helen-Ann looked very sad, "Jenny, you promised; so did  you Roycee. One of
you can drive this thing to my place and follow in another  car, if that is
what is bothering you. I'm still sort of weak after the  stropping anyway.
If I'm not  driving, the condition of my asshole doesn't matter. You have
a car right here,  don't you Roycee? I really want dad to see my asshole has
been caned, in  addition to the razor strop on my ass cheeks."
Jenny looked at Roycee. They both shrugged. Roycee said,  "OK honey, but a
caning back there is really intense."
Jill spoke, "I'd better go home. I have supposedly been  shopping all day.
 Jenny, you  already have my stuff that needs to be here, but I'll leave
the sleeping bag and  pillow here until tomorrow, so mom won't ask questions."
 Jenny answered, "Sure,  Jill, and we'll start the butt-plug lessons
tomorrow, if your rear end is in  shape."
Helen-Ann was a bit weak kneed, but they got her to  Jenny's room and tied
to the bed. Jenny held her ass cheeks open and Roycee gave  her the first
lash.
BAAAAM! Scream, scream,  scream.
BAAAAM! Scream, scream,  scream.
BAAAAM! Scream, scream,  scream.
In just a few moments Helen-Ann had taken her six, but  she still screamed
for about a minute. They untied her and helped her to her  feet. She finally
found her voice for something else than screaming, "Thanks;  did you say
intense? My God, that was terrible, but just what I wanted. Please  give me a
hand and maybe one of you would drive my old jalopy to my place."
Jenny drove and Roycee followed. Soon they had Helen-Ann  home. She
embraced them both and thanked them profusely.
The drive back to Jenny's was not as quiet as the  Mercedes. Jenny finally
spoke. "I hope she gets her dad to understand. I kinda  wish I could try to
explain it to him personally, but I'm not sure I understand  myself."
Roycee shrugged, "I think it is just like I said earlier.  No spanking
equals no discipline equally no care equals no love. She  needs to be loved
and  spanked."
After supper Jenny and Roycee were listening to rock  music when Ellen said
there was a call from a Mr. Ross Sargent for Roycee. Jenny  picked up her
extension and handed it to Roycee. She thought Helen-Ann's last  name was
Sargent, but wasn't sure. She turned on the speaker-phone  feature.
"Is this Roycee Neal?"
"This is she."
"Helen-Ann showed me a badly swollen buttocks and, ah,  rectum and said you
were responsible for most of that."
"Well, now Mr. Sargent, it depends on your definition of  `responsible'. I
spanked thirty five girls on the asshole yesterday. They all  asked for it
and I obliged. Helen-Ann asked for her six today and I obliged. I'm  not
really sure how old all the girls were yesterday, but Helen-Ann is an adult,
unless she has false ID. Now she asked and I obliged, so who is responsible?
She  is old enough to be responsible for her own actions and she got just
what she  asked for. The same is true of the razor strop."
Ross sighed, "Roycee, I'm sorry, but having my daughter  walk into my
study stark naked and display her rear to me is a bit unsettling."
Roycee laughed, "She screwed up the courage to take all  her clothes off
for your talk; I'm proud of her."
"But I don't understand her motive in getting spanked on  purpose." "Mr.
Sargent, Jenny and I have been discussing this ourselves. Now  Helen-Ann
told us earlier that she has wanted to be spanked, if she deserved it,  ever
since she was five or so. She equates love and caring with discipline. If  you
care for her, you provide discipline, right? If she is naughty, you care
enough to spank her for being naughty. So love equals a spanking and letting
her  do as she pleases equals `you don't care' and don't spank. Now I am a
 professional firefighter, not a psychiatrist, but it is fairly plain to me
what  you should do. Take a few hours off next week and we will go to a
Leather Shop.  I'll recommend a whip, a paddle, a cane, a strap and some hand
and leg  restraints. Talk to her on a daily basis. See if she thinks she
deserves a  spanking, or if you know she has been naughty, tie her up and spank
the hell out  of her ass.  Let her know that if  she feels like a spanking
for no reason other than she wants it, she will get  it. I think you will
have a new girl on your hands in just a few days or  weeks."
"Oh, doesn't she have a lovely pair of tits?"
Ross looked at his nude daughter, sitting on the sofa as  if there was
nothing unusual in her attire, or the fact that her ass was badly  swollen.  She
had arrived nude, so  he presumed she had simply walked through the house
to his study without  clothes. Shit, she did have a  lovely pair of tits. The
rest of her, perhaps with the exception of her ass,  which was a temporary
condition, was lovely too. She was no longer a child; she  was a full grown
woman, and she wanted to be spanked whenever she felt the  need.  Ross
finally answered Roycee,  "Er, yes to your question, they are very nice. To your
offer, naturally I  accept. She has already made it plain that she wants to
be spanked by her daddy,  not a friend or neighbor. I guess I can't
understand why she didn't tell me a  very long time ago."
Roycee shook her head, although Ross was unaware of that,  "Sir, she has
been telling you,  by doing things that would have resulted in a good
spanking, in my house at  least. You, and your ex-wife before that, either didn't
care enough to react, or  spoiled her rotten. The fact that she has turned out
as well as she has is  remarkable, but she is full of tensions, like all of
us. She goes to school, and  one of the girls makes a snide remark because
she has a Mercedes instead of the  VW Beetle she asked for.  She has
designer jeans instead of a pair that are about ready to fall apart, which is  the
latest rage, by the way. In gym class she has expensive underwear. She
couldn't have a cheap plastic imitation pearl necklace, but the genuine
article,  worth a fortune. No Mickey Mouse watch for her."
Ross sighed, "I've really fucked up, haven't I? Oh,  please call me Ross."

Roycee responded, "Ross, you have been a workaholic, from  what I gather.
If you want to  discover your daughter, it is not too late. Delegate some of
your work. Be home  for her. Have supper with her. Go to the movies with
her, even if you think the  movie stinks. And especially, be ready to spank
her any time she wants it.  Develop a relation so that all she has to do is
come to you and say `I was  naughty today', or `My day was really El Stinko'
. Maybe she just hands you the  cane and doesn't say anything, but you know
what she wants you to do with that  cane. You can ask her how many she needs
or if she wants it with the cane only.  Things like that."
Ross sighed again, "How did you learn so much about  people at only twenty?"

Roycee laughed, "Oh, ho; you know my age. Bet you had  someone look me up,
right Ross?"
Ross answered, "I have a staff I can call on twenty four  hours a day, if
necessary, and I called my chief of security, who is a retired  cop. I like
to know who I am dealing with. You were affectionately known as `the  eel',
for your swimming ability, you brought us our only state swimming
championship, you  have a brown belt in Judo, your GPA is 3.96, you received a
commendation for  carrying an unconscious man weighing over three hundred pound
down a ladder from  the third story of a burning building, then running back up
the ladder to fight  the fire, you are going to night school, but it will
take you years to get your  degree. You don't go full time because your
younger sister and your mom need the  money. Your car is the old Beetle that my
daughter wanted."
Roycee screamed, "Hey, stop that Ross! You are  embarrassing me. I only do
what thousands of other girls and boys do, who  weren't born to wealthy
parents. I made a foolish mistake; I should have picked  wealthy parents, but I
guess I wasn't thinking that far ahead. As far as that  fire went, I was
only doing what they pay me to do, what I was trained to do.  Oh, and tell your
security man it is a Black belt. I made that level over  six months ago."
Ross came back, "Six months ago? I'm surprised his  records are that out
of date. I'll kid the hell out of him. Seriously, Roycee, I  could get you
into Harvard by making less than, oh..., I'd guess four calls.  That's with a
full scholarship, and it will lead to the MBA you want. Your  little sister
and mother will be taken care of. You have done me a big favor  with
Helen-Ann. Please let me help you."
Roycee came back, "Ross, you have me crying. I-I can't  turn down an offer
like that Ross. I very humbly thank you, but Jenny, who has  been listening
on the speaker, started this and her mom gave Helen-Ann her first  real
spanking."
Ross replied, "I'm aware of that, but Ellen and Carl  Blackwell are both
lawyers. I know them both quite well. My company even employs  them
sometimes, when our staff is overloaded, or their special talents are  needed. They
net way over $200,000 a year and can easily afford Harvard.  They are both
Harvard alumnae and  Jenny's dad registered her about the time she was born. I'
m aware that Jenny  will probably transfer to Harvard Law after she has
been to our local college  for a few years. The point is, that they can afford
it and your dad is dead and  your mom has arthritis and never finished high
school. Not to mention your  little sister. I'd help Jenny too, if I thought
she needed  it."
Jenny spoke for the first time, "Can you hear me OK, sir,  this is Jenny"
Ross said, "Loud and clear Jenny. Please convince Roycee to take  this
opportunity to go to Harvard, if she needs any convincing. I'd like to  thank you
and your mom for your part in this, too. It is ironic that Helen-Ann  got
her first spanking from someone I know. Oh, and it is `Ross',  please."
Jenny said, "OK Ross. I just wanted to thank you for  helping Roycee. She
has been a very special friend since first grade and is one  of the really
nice people of this world. I didn't know about the man she saved  or the
commendation. She seldom talks about herself."
Roycee spoke, "Why don't we try to get together after  Jenny's school
hours. She met Helen-Ann before I did and she may have some  suggestions about
the spanking equipment to buy. The owner's girlfriend is the  manager and a
friend of Jenny's."
Ross replied, "Fine, that gives me a chance to meet her  in person, and I
need all the help with the equipment that I can get. Oh, excuse  me,
Helen-Ann just got off the sofa and went over to the little fridge where I  keep
some soft drinks. She may have done it on purpose, the little minx, but she
bent over, giving me another long look at her battered rear."
Jenny came back, "Just remember, Ross, she wants a battered rear, but from
you."  Ross said, "I am almost sure that was an act. She took much too long
to select  what she wanted to drink, and she bent from the waist to show me
her rear,  rather than bending her knees like she usually does. Oh, and she
had her legs  apart showing off everything she's got down there. I
certainly have had a lesson  in trying to bring up a young woman today. I still can'
t get over the way she  walked in here in the nude, like she does it every
day."
Jenny said, "I know how much she was hoping to accomplish  from having the
talk with you tonight. She was planning to wear a dress and no  panties.
Then you would have only  had a brief look at her rear. She must have really
had to screw up her courage  to leave all her clothes in her room." Ross
answered, "What you are saying is  that she was probably wound up tight, damn
near to the breaking point, when she  stepped in my study door.  I noticed
some shaking in her body and her voice, but I didn't appreciate what courage
it  took to do what she did. Now she appears completely calm." Jenny had an
idea,  "Ross, when we are done talking, tell her that she was naughty. I don'
t care for  what; the spanking mom gave her, the stropping, keeping her
needs to herself,  whatever. I wouldn't use being in the nude as a reason. I
think she wants to  display her body, under the right conditions, and I don't
personally find  anything wrong with that. We probably had about thirty nude
girls at one time  today at gramps place.  She has an  especially pretty
body, and if she wants to show it to dad, that should be  OK."
"Then tell her she is going to get a severe spanking when  you have the
right equipment, which is next week, but she needs at least a token  spanking
tonight. Let's see, you probably have a table tennis paddle and she  must
have a hairbrush. Give her a choice, and ask her how many she deserves to  get.
I'll bet she asks for about fifty with both. Don't try to use your hand.
>From personal experience I can tell you that the hand is not in the same
class  as the paddle or the hairbrush. She wants it from you. Start giving it
to  her."
Roycee said to Ross, "One more thing. Jenny has been tied  to the bed every
night for about two weeks now, and she plans to make it  permanent, as long
as she lives home anyway. Helen-Ann thought that was pretty  neat and we
talked about it. Today she was admiring a new gizmo Jenny got. You  can put
yourself into self-bondage with one hand, and the lock won't release  until
the timer goes off. That allows the one in bondage to work alone. Ellen  has
been clipping on the last cuff every night, and now she doesn't have to
worry about it. Jenny sets her's for 9 AM, but you can set it for your own
needs. Ellen comes in on school mornings and wakes Jenny at 7 AM with two good
lashes from the cane. Then she un-clips the cuffs. Jenny's joke is that
there is  no snooze alarm feature. On weekends it is about 8 AM that Jenny gets
the cane.  Do you care enough for Helen-Ann to give her two lashes with the
cane every  morning at whatever is her wake-up time?"
Ross came right back, "Good God, yes, Roycee. I'm always  here in the
morning, unless I'm on a business trip. I'll bet old Betsy, our  maid, would
laugh her ass off over that. She would love to cane Helen-Ann when I  am away
too. She has brought up Helen-Ann more than I have, for which I regret.  She
has been telling me how much the kid needed a spanking for years now, and I
 never believed it."
Roycee thought she knew the maid. "Do you mean Betsy  Rogers?" Ross
replied, "The same one and ornery as ever. I really get it when  I'm late for
supper."
Roycee smiled, "I know what you mean. She is a friend of  my mom's. She
actually gave me a good spanking once. I deserved it, but mom had  hurt her
hand. You ought to make a deal with her to spank Helen-Ann if she wants  it
when you are away. You do have to make lots of trips, according to Helen-Ann,
and I know she loves Betsy like the mom she never sees anymore.  I know she
would prefer to get it from  you, but Betsy would be second best.
By-the-way, that's a good thing about the  cane. It is real mean, easy to learn how
to use, accurate and doesn't require  that much force to be quite effective.
Did you get a real close look at the six  I gave Helen-Ann today?"
Ross smiled, "She certainly seemed proud of them, but  I've only seen them
from several feet off."
Roycee said, "She ought to be proud. That is a very  sensitive place and a
spanking there is very intense. I did thirty five girls  yesterday, but
after they heard the screams from the first girl, the only reason  they didn¹t
head for the door was what we call the `chicken' syndrome; none  would leave
first, so they all stayed. Order her to get over your lap and spread  her
cheeks so you can get a close look. She will be getting two every morning,
if she wants them, but not there. I think she does, from what she said when
she  heard about Jenny getting them every morning. But be prepared. Helen-Ann
may ask  you to do her there yourself, and if she ever does, you ought to
give them to  her."
Ross replied, "It looks like I have a lot to learn. OK,  I'll have a close
look at my daughter's rear end. Now a couple of hours ago I  would have
said that unlikely in the extreme."
Jenny spoke, "I know what respect she had for the razor  strop. Do you have
a secretary with some spare time to search for one?" Ross  replied, "No
problem, but where will she search?"
Jenny came back, "Antique shops. She can use the phone  book, plus visits.
It was only  perhaps forty or so years ago that they were getting replaced,
and every shop  used to have one per seat. Some shops used them up to a few
years ago, if the  barber was a real old timer. I'll bet one can be had.
Oh, there is a sorority that both  Helen-Ann and I are going to try for that
sponsors spankings. They need one too,  if she finds more than one."
Ross thanked them again and made an appointment to visit  the Leather Shop o
n Tuesday. Ross hung up. He and Helen-Ann had a very long  talk, and Ross
understood her needs much better afterwards.
Finally he took on the `angry dad' role, and said, "Young  lady, I'd like
to examine the six strokes you received over your rectal  sphincter earlier
today. Please place yourself over my lap."
"Certainly, dad." She moved to his lap and lay over it in  the typical `
spanking position'. She reached back and spread her cheeks. Ross  could now
clearly see six distinct marks. They were swollen, as was her entire  rear.
"Wasn't that very painful,  Helen-Ann?"
"Of course Dad, and it still is, but punishment is supposed to be painful.
As I told  you, I also received three sessions with the razor strop, which
should also be  visible. That's thirty six strokes. I had to be helped back
to my sleeping bag  each time, and the last time I fainted, but it was what I
wanted. I knew we were  scheduled for this talk tonight and I wanted to be
sure there was plenty of  evidence that I had been severely spanked."
Ross shook his head. Could he inflict even more damage on  his daughter's
ass cheeks tonight? He realized that she wanted him to, and the  real
question was, did he have what it took to give them to her. He shook his  head
again; he had to, if he was going to find his daughter. "Helen-Ann, you  have
been very naughty keeping all this from me. Next week Roycee and Jenny are
taking us to the Leather Shop. You will be equipped with the proper whips,
canes, restraints and the lot, and will be severely  punished."
He considered how to explain to her about what she was  going to get
tonight. "However, I feel that I should not wait that long to spank  you for your
first time in this house. Get me the table-tennis paddle and the  wide
hairbrush. While you are doing that, you may consider whether you wish to  sleep
in bondage like Jenny does, and be awakened by the cane.  Realize that I
still will have to make  some business trips, although I am going to leave a
great deal more time for us.  Consider allowing Betsy to spank you when I am
unavailable. God knows she has  told me hundreds of times how much you needed
it, but I ignored  her."
Helen-Ann pretended to consider the matter. She got up  off his lap and
stood before him. She had accomplished more than she ever  dreamed of, but she
wanted dad to feel that she was thinking about what he had  said.  "
Certainly, dad, I will get  the items you requested, and think about what you
mentioned."
The paddle was in the basement, and she found it easily.  Betsy had her own
private quarters there too. Her door was open, so Helen-Ann  knocked and
entered when she was invited in by Betsy. She had essentially  forgotten that
she was in the nude. Betsy exclaimed, "Honey, what's the  matter?  Where
are your  clothes?"
Helen-Ann looked down, realized she didn't have any  clothes on and
laughed. "Betsy, dear, they are in my room." She was holding the  paddle.  "What
do you think dad is  going to do with this, after all these years of spoiling
me  rotten?"
"My heavens, don't tell me he is actually going to spank you?" Helen-Ann
turned and bent  over, "Right over these that my friends gave me, including a
friend of yours,  Roycee Neal. She also gave me six on my asshole." She
spread her ass  cheeks.