Date: Wed, 25 Aug 2010 16:16:03 EDT
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: JENNY Spankings 14

JENNY Spankings 14
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Rhonda smiled, "Great. I didn't take as many as I wanted  with the strop,
but we, er, made love later."
"Mom, you mean you ate each other  out."
Rhonda laughed, "Did we ever. I wonder if I could take as  much as you did
tonight?"
"Mom, there is only one way to find out. I challenge  you."
Rhonda replied, "I accept, but right now I'm concerned  about you. Are you
going to sleep standing up? Any other position is going to  hurt."
Helen-Ann said, "I rarely use pills, but I need some sleep to  recover.  Please
bring me the box  from my top drawer over there. Thanks. OK, I'm going to sleep
on my side, which  is not as raw as my front or back. I sprained my ankle
about a year ago and I've  got pain pills and sleeping pills I used then. Here
we are. May I have a glass  of water, please?"
She took her pills, "Please let me sleep off the pills.  I'm going to miss
at least some classes tomorrow, but I might be able to show up  for gym and
shock some of my friends. See you tomorrow, and thanks mom."
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 often, 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 and 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 vicinity, 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 helluva 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."
The next day Christine looked her up, "Do you suppose you  would like to
play tonight? I can stay over. I even tossed in my toothbrush,  just in case
you said `yes' to my request. I don't even have to go home, just  call." "
Sounds good, honey. Just recall that my pussy is still very sore and I  may
not be able to stand have you licking me. I'll take care of you with the
whip and tongue."
Later that evening Chris was tied to the bed and spanked  on the ass with
everything they had. Rhonda helped. Chris wasn't in as bad a  shape as Rhonda
and Helen-Ann, but her ass was sore as hell. Helen-Ann licked  her while
Rhonda pinched tits and they soon brought her to a lovely cum.  Helen-Ann took
a four quart enema, while  Chris was able to gently lick her. Rhonda
pinched tits again. Helen-Ann spurted  a bit as she had her cum. After she was
empty, they filled up Rhonda. Chris  licked and Helen-Ann pinched. Rhonda had
her cum.
Chris had to leave early, so for something different,  they had Betsy give
Chris her famous treatment with the big paddle. Poor Chris  needed a pillow,
but couldn't admit it her folks.
Almost a week went by and Helen-Ann got a call from Ms.  Zee, "Honey, I
have a session for Saturday afternoon. Would your ass be ready?"  Helen-Ann
laughed, "Sure Mistress. I still have marks, but it is OK for a  spanking. It
has been neglected since I saw you, so I'm in the mood."
On Saturday Elena was introduced to a middle aged man in  a business suit.
He was named Carl, "I understand you are not a  professional bottom, young
lady." "That's correct Carl. I have been a client  once and brought my mom
here once. I'm spanked quite a bit, and have a high  threshold for pain.
Just what do you have in mind for a scene?"
"All four of us strip. Then you are restrained, spanked  by Mistress Zee
until you have been nicely warmed up, and I will give you a  number of spanks
myself. Finally, Mistress Zee spanks me while Penny spanks you.  I play with
myself and have a cum."
Elena nodded, it didn't really sound very heavy, "Alright  Carl. My
safeword is `safeword', which I have never used. Let's go, I haven't  been
spanked in over a week and my ass is very cold."
Soon they had her over the spanking horse and Penny  started with a cane.
Ms. Zee used  the cat. Nothing like the previous session, but her ass was
definitely warming  up. She only screamed a few times. Carl had a nice
erection, and took over. He  was not as bad as Ms. Zee, but worse than Penny. She
screamed with most of his  spanks. She could hear Carl getting the whip. He
grabbed a paddle, and he got  worse. She was screaming with every blow. She
could hear both girls spanking  Carl. He grunted and she felt cum flying over
her ass. "Sorry, I couldn't  restrain myself."
Elena shrugged, a little cum on her skin wouldn't hurt  her. Penny rushed
for the Kleenex and soon had her ass clean and the cuffs off.
Carl said, "Elena, you look familiar, do you work at a  Mexican restaurant?
I think it is named El Pico De Gallo."
She smiled, "Yes and no. I was never an employee, but my  husband runs the
family business. Mom and dad don't even know I am married. It  all blew up
when Carlos found out who I really was. My dad is Ross Sargent. At  home I am
Helen-Ann Sargent, but `Helen-Ann' doesn't work in Spanish. `Elena' is
close, and I like it. I've legally dropped my whole name and am simply `
Elena  Rodriguez', but nobody at home knows that."
Carl nodded, "I've seen you with your father at charity  balls. I was
introduced once. I'm chairman of Kitteridge Holdings, and that's my  last name,
since I am the founder."
Elena smiled, "Of course. The ball was at the Plaza Hotel  about six months
ago. What a coincidence."
Carl shook his head, "Is this Carlos crazy? A beautiful  wife and all that
money?" "Carl, I lied a lot to him, because I was falling in  love and
sensed he would back off if he knew how far apart our backgrounds were.  I even
lied to him about my age. I've got fake ID, which is easy to get if you
have the money. I was only sixteen when we married. I'm just eighteen  now."
She laughed, "Dad spanks me when I ask him, and I have  every intention of
telling him I was here today, but I won't mention your name.  I'm not sure
he would understand. He really doesn't understand why I need to be  spanked.
I'm not sure I do either, but I accept it. Fortunately my new step-mom
likes spankings too. We spank each other and dad spanks both of us. Mistress
Zee  is much worse."
Ms. Zee noticed that Elena had not dressed as Carl  departed, "Why do I
think your ass hasn't been busted enough?"
They were both still nude, so Elena got on her knees and  kissed Ms. Zee on
the pussy, "Please, Mistress, whip my ass with the bull whip."
Penny helped, so she was soon upside-down.
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
Ms. Zee never got Elena to use her safeword, so she  finally stopped when
Elena's ass started to bleed. "Honey, that will have to be  it for today.
Your ass is bleeding.  Penny and I will give you a quick going over, but I've
got another appointment,  and you drove here."
They both attacked her with the cat and cane. Her back  was hurting, her
tits were hurting and they had briefly done her pussy. She was  staggering
when they let her down, and very well spanked. She got on her knees  and kissed
Ms. Zee on the pussy, then Penny, who moaned. "Thank you both. Let me  know
when Carl needs another cum."
Laura worked with Stella for over two months getting  ready for her new
position. She found both Stella and her new boss, Steve  Blankenship, to be
very nice people. They kidded her mercilessly when she used  her soft pillow.
Stella retired and gave birth to a healthy son, which made her  and her
husband very happy.
Day-by-day Laura was getting closer and closer to falling  in love with
Steve, but he seemed to be immune. He was very nice, very polite,  kidded her
about her pillow, but never made any overtures at all. Laura decided  to see
if she couldn't shake him up a bit. She knew that he would say something  if
she used the pillow, but she wanted a really well spanked ass to show him,
if  her plans worked. She had a leather paddle that was quite nasty, so she
put it  in a paper bag and took it to work. She stashed it a file folder in
one of the  filing cabinets, under the "P" section. She got brave and typed
up a label  `PADDLE' for the folder.
She carefully picked a target day that Steve had no  special duties early
in the morning. He usually got to work early, and she was  more inclined to
get there right on time. She planned to get there very early.
She talked over her plan with Rhonda, so they scheduled a  session with the
razor strop the night before the `Big Day'. They were slowly  working up
towards forty, or more, resulting in Laura using her pillow the next  day.
She had taken the forty, but  Rhonda was only up to thirty. After a good
spanking she didn't wear panties  anyway, but sometimes she wore a slip.  The
next day she dispensed with it too, since she wanted to be able to  drop her
skirt and let Steve see everything down below. Steve gave her a hard  time,
as expected, "Hey Laura, do you need any more today?" Oh, that was an
absolutely ideal start!
Laura promptly said, "Yes Steve, I do." She went to the  filing cabinet
and removed a legal-sized envelope. "Right this way please." She  went into
his private office and locked the door. "Sit on that chair.",  indicating a
straight backed office chair with no arms. He sat and she removed  the
leather paddle from the envelope and handed it to him, pulled off her skirt,
revealing that she was nude below the waist, and placed herself across his
lap.
Steve stared at the naked ass in front of him and said,  "My God Laura,
your bottom is a mess. You¹re kidding me, right?."
Laura was a bit tired of his ribbing. So she was kinky,  and liked a good
spanking at least once a week. So what? That was her kink. She  shook her
head, "Steve, you have been kidding me about my spankings for months,  now do
something about it. At least improve this one. Give me fifty good ones  with
the paddle, and right now. If I don't scream, they weren't hard enough.
Ignore my crying." He did nothing.
"Shit, Steve, I WANT you to spank me. How plain can I  get? Do I have to
plead with you?"